The Grey Woods Beast
By Kushie
I do not own NCIS: I do not own Anthony Dinozzo, L.J. Gibbs or any other team members.
Please understand that some English spellings and types of dialogue differ from the American
ones. Some of us put the letter 'U' in a lot more word endings. I'm sorry if you find this awkward
It's second nature to me. As is putting certain words, in front of the verb, instead of after
This story bears no relation to any of my other stories. It is set in a totally different Universe.
Warning! Alternate Universe. Many Characters act out of Canon! Don't like don't read.
Chapter Two: The Bloodline
It had been a long time since he had tasted the flesh of man. He raised his head to the wind and sniffed.
The scent was old. Yet.. Somehow familiar. He followed it. Rarely did he approach this close, to the
human tracks He had learned long ago. That the smoke belching monsters, they controlled, were dangerous.
He had survived the encounter with the one of them. But now was wary of getting close. But this one was
still. Two men argued by it. The older attracted it's attention. His was the scent. The scent of one who
could wield it. But the human was old and fat. He could tell, this one's blood was weak. Polluted and
degraded by hedonism and debauchery. He did not need to fear him, as for his companion. He licked his lips
It was young, succulent. But then he heard another sound. A second Belcher was coming. He drew back,
into the sheltering safety of the trees. Quickening his pace he sought the old sanctuary. Far from the tramps of
men. But hunger gnawed at his belly. His eyes searched the leaf litter. Seeking, listening. Suddenly his hairy
arm shot down. He gorged on the creature But at the same time, grew angry. That he should be forced to such.
Lowered to feeding on rats and vermin. He who was once exalted and fed on Princely Flesh.
His red eyes glowed. He thought back to the fat one. Then shook his shaggy mane. He had been mistaken.
The line that murdered his twin and defiled his mother, was long ago extinguished. Only he survived.
Smuggled to safety by Loyal Priests, also lost, to the mists of time. He raised his head again. A new smell.
More men. Many they numbered. But not so many as to be a threat to him. Only one could threaten him.
Only he who carried the Orb. The creature gave a guttural laugh at the very thought. The Orb was, like the
priests, a relic of a bygone age. Even if it did still exist. None would know of it's power. No! He was safe.
He caught the man scent again. Tonight he would eat. Eat well! Choice morsels, fit for his kind.
He pulled his lips back into a grotesque parody of a smile. He would enjoy the chase. Relish their fear as
he ensnared them. Revel in their terror, as he devoured them one by one.
Tony had to admit, living with Gibbs had it's compensations. Free food and board for a start. But the
advantages were far outweighed, by the disadvantages. Jethro Gibbs was a Marine Martinet
"Who the hell cleans their own bath?" Dinozzo griped to himself as he scrubbed around the tub. " Man! I have
so got to introduce him to my cleaner."
For Gibbs it was worse. Tony was beyond untidy
"That boy is a walking trash creator,". Jethro growled. As he crouched down, to pick up, a fourth, candy bar,
wrapper. From his hallway carpet. He couldn't even head slap him.
But finally!
After a week without any further fainting episodes. Ducky, to the relief of both men, declared Tony. Fit enough,
to return to his own apartment and work.
Tim eyed his newly returned partner. Then walked over to his desk and dumped a pile of files on it.
"Glad your back Tony. Have some Cold Cases!" Ziva gave a grin then Abby dashed out of the elevator,
squealing!
"Tony! Tony! Tony! Too-nnn-eeeeeeee." She flung her arms around and hugged him tightly
"Take it Easy Abbs!" He laughed gently prising her away. "I'm glad to see you too."
Palmer even sidled up to the MCRT to welcome Dinozzo back.
"It's nice to be loved!" Tony joked.
"Get over it!" Gibbs said sardonically then bellowed. "Listen up people. Seven Marines have gone missing.
From an Inter-Agency Training Exercise in Wisconsin. Go home! Gear up! Pack enough for several days.
Be back here by noon. We heli out at 13:00 hours." Tim frowned
"Inter-Agency boss?"
"Yeah! Jag lost three, the FBI two, and the Air Force four. We'll be working parallel investigations,
with full information sharing." Tony inwardly groaned. So far no one out side NCIS knew of his change.
He could already imagine the sort of epithets. Fornell's lackeys would invent as suitable names.
Then his boss, laid a hand on his arm.
"You get any flack from anyone. I want to know about." He saw Tony look down and raised his chin with
one finger. "I mean it Tony. You are special and nobody messes with what's mine. Got it?" He saw a small
flicker of the old Dinozzo bloom in Tony's eyes and his SFA seemed to brighten.
"Got it boss! Jethro looked to Abby.
"There won't be time, to wait. For evidence to be ferried back and forth. So we'll be setting up a Mobile Command
Camp. Pack all your gear. You'll be working on site." Abby virtually jumped for joy. For once, she wasn't
going to be left behind. Down below Palmer was getting flustered. Doctor Mallard kept him running hither and thither collecting supplies. Most of which, he knew, they'd never need.
Tony dropped a week's worth of dirty washing, off at his normal dry cleaners. At the same time collecting his newly,
laundered, clothes. From the week before. He gave a low chuckle, as he remembered. Gibbs washing his smalls in
the kitchen sink.
"Marines!" he sniggered, as he drove back to his apartment, for a few extra essentials. Half of him was tempted to
leave Vinni safely behind. But the other half of him worried there could be a fire and he lose him again. So he
gently tucked his puppet into his satchel. Then he eyed his staff and wooden cat talisman. He slid the lace his,
talisman dangled from, over his head. Tucking the wooden piece securely down inside his shirt.
His Amber topped staff, he packed into the same holdall as his gun and spare Ammo. Satisfied he had everything.
Tony headed back to the Navy Yard.
He gave a small grin as he saw Ziva park next to him. She was carrying, as expected, a bag. That Tony knew, was
stuffed with every weapon imaginable and at least thirty. He'd never even conceived existed.
"Ten bucks says the McVomit spews, before the Heli makes it half a kilometre." Ziva tried to act sensible.
But then she grinned back as Abby ran up from behind and gambled.
"Twenty and you buy the drinks for the whole trip!"
"Hey no fair!" Tony protested. "I can't drink!" At this Ziva's eyes sparkled with laughter. Then they saw Gibbs
glowering at them, so quit their banter, and hurried to join him.
Tim looked white before they even boarded the Chopper. Ducky was fussing because his equipment was being flown
to the site. By a different aircraft and he was worried thecrew wouldn't take care of it. Abby couldn't decide,
what seat she wanted? In the end Gibbs grew annoyed and slapped her behind. Making her instantly sit.
Tony buckled himself into a seat beside her, then glanced across at Tim. Palmer sat at his side. He looked excited.
"This is my first time in a Chopper," he gushed. Tony was suddenly reminded of Indiana Jones. The Phrase,
"Giddy as a schoolboy!" filled his mind. Palmer fitted that bill. Tony saw Jethro scowling.
"And he's most Definitely Attila the Professor!" He sniggered at his own thoughts and mentally likened, all the team to Characters from the Indie movies. Ducky was of course Marcus Brody. Cool, collected Ziva had to be Elsa Schneider.
Tim well!" Tony almost laughed out loud. "He was Short Round!" then he smiled
"And I'm Indie!. Hero and all round good guy." He mused on the comical idea for most of the flight and even
wondered. If he'd be able to get a whip and Fedora hat, in Wisconsin?
TBC
