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 Four: It can't be!
He ran! Galloped! Fled! For the first time, in Centuries, he was afraid. The line was unbroken
Pure! He knew! He could smell it. The bloodline line had descended, unsullied, from ancient
times. The trees grew thicker. His pace slowed as he reached more familiar territory.
The entrance to his lair loomed. Twisting, dark, it's paths winding downward. Unknown to all,
but him. He had built it himself. Designed it like his home of yore. He shuffled inside and sought
out it deepest, most secret, inner, sanctuary. Panting and shaking The Beast sank onto a pile of
ferns. A fetid, decaying, smell rose from them.. Giving him comfort. But not much.
The Chosen of the Gods would come! He knew he would come. So would the others. Men!
He spat at the very thought. They were nothing to him. No better than vermin. Food!
That's all they were for! Their fiery sticks could not penetrate his hide.
But the Chosen. He was different. He bore the Orb of the Sun. It's fire would sear his flesh.
The thunderbolt burn out his heart. Lighting up the darkness that had long,shaded him,
From the eyes of his enemies. The beast trembled. How could have it survived? Did the other
weapon also still exist. Did the Chosen also carry the Feline?
The beloved of the Warrior Goddess? The beast trembled. But knew he had to ready himself.
Prepare to, once again, do battle with the Chosen of the Gods. But unlike his twin.
He would prevail.
Jethro and the other leaders gathered in the command tent. Tony nervously, hovered in one corner.
Tim, Ziva and Abby stood with him. He was glad of their presence. After the attack he was being
seen, as something more than the Weirdo Navy guy. He alone had driven off the creature.
But now discussion was underway. Firstly how had Dinozzo managed to overcome? Something that
the rest of them were helpless against? Jethro had gently parted Tony from his staff. Promising to
return it quickly. Fornell rolled the wooden implement over. Then picked it for a closer look
"It's nothing! Just wood and glass."
"It probably reflected the firelight. Straight into the monster's eyes, blinding it!" Roberts, the head of Jag,
said. He looked round and then passed the staff back toTony . Before deciding.
"We'll issue all our people with fire burning brands as a precaution When we go after it."
A young warrant officer entered. He coughed awkwardly and when the leaders turned to look at him,
saluted!
"We've finished interviewing the, relevant, personnel sir." He handed forward a sheaf of papers.
Jethro took them. He laid them out on the table For all the Team Leaders, to read at the same time.
What the report said, wasn't exactly helpful. Only a hand full had managed to get a good look at the
creature. That had attacked them. The Sketch Artists were trying to make sense of the differing descriptions.
Looking for commonalties. All agreed the monster was big and fast. That it had claws was a given.
The injuries sustained, by the casualties. Testified to that.
But it's other features were baffling. Over half of those, close enough. To actually get a full view of it,
insisted. It's face was elongated and snout like. Several said it reminded them of a dog. But three were
sure, it had, had horns and a long red/brown mane. Even more bizarre was the opinion of the FBI tracker.
He said the prints it left, were those of cow or a goat. But one that walked upright? Which was Impossible!
Jethro stared down at the picture the Senior Artist had produced.
"What the hell is it?"
"Beat's the hell out of me." Abby inched her way forward and peeped over the shoulder of the smaller Fornell.
She gave a loud shocked squeal.
"It can't be!" Virtually everyone in the tent, turned to stare at her. Jethro frowned.
"Abby? Do you know what this is?" She was shaking her head and muttering
"It's not possible! It can't be!"
"Abby!" Jethro's voice sharpened, jolting her out of her shock. "What is it?"
"A myth? A legend! A monster from ancient times!"
"But what is it?" Tim had taken advantage of the distraction of the leaders, To take a look at the sketch,
Now he answered for her.
" It's Minotaur!"
TBC
