This takes place sometime after Nightshifter for SPN and sometime after Twisted Sister for NCIS.

2007…

"Come on Probie, just one small detail," Tony asked following his friend out of the bar.

"I've told you a million times, Tony, I do not kiss and tell," Tim responded searching his pockets for his car keys.

"Oh come on, McSecret," Tony begged following his partner. "Just a hint. A mini hint. A teeny, tiny, little…"

"Tony, I'm not going to…" McGee trailed off as the sound of broken glass sliced through the air.

The two guys furrowed their eyebrows before silently rushing towards the noise, drawing their guns when they turned the corner and saw a body lying on the sidewalk, right out front of a single story building. They started towards the body, Tony looking around for anyone else while Tim crouched down to check the guy's pulse.

"He's alive," McGee informed DiNozzo.

"Probie look," Tony said pointing up at a broken window a few feet above them. McGee looked up and nodded, pulling his cell phone from his pocket, intending to call for backup and an ambulance, but a scream sounded from the building.

They shared another, quick look before rushing towards the front doors of the building. The once padlocked doors now stood wide open, a chain sitting on the ground next to them.

DiNozzo took the lead, pushing the door open, noticing more blood splattered across the interior walls. He glanced back at his partner, mouthing the word 'blood.' McGee nodded and the two continued into the building.

They split up the moment both were inside the entry way, McGee going left while Tony went right, both silently agreeing to meet back up in five minutes.

The right side was empty, and Tony slowly started back towards the front door, just as a familiar shout of surprise erupted through the building.

"McGee!" Tony shouted and rushed towards the younger man's shout. He desperately started searching for his partner, looking into every room he came across, his heart thudding against his chest. He was not losing another partner; he was going to find Tim.

He crashed through the last door just in time to see a Tim get thrown across the room by some pale guy. McGee hit the wall hard, leaving a crack in the drywall, and slammed into the ground. He didn't move again.

"Tim!" Tony shouted and tried to rush across the room, but tripped over something in his way. He went down, hard, landed on his wrist wrong. Pain jolted up his arm, and he nearly cried out in pain as he pushed himself to his knees.

He looked around to see what he tripped over, his eyes settling on a familiar face. He barely had time to see if the person was okay before he was grabbed from behind and tossed across the room like Tim.

He landed on his hip a few feet from McGee, skidding across the floor before he came to a rest next to his partner. Tony painfully pushed himself up, looking over at Tim. He was bleeding from his nose and head, his left arm resting on his chest while his right was thrown over his head. If it wasn't for the blood, Tony would have thought he was sleeping.

"Hey, Probie," Tony said softly, lightly tapping Tim's face with his good hand. He didn't get a response, and Dinozzo feared the worst. He gently rested his fingertips on his partner's neck, feeling a steady pulse beat against his them. "Oh thank God," he whispered feeling a wave of relief roll through him.

"Thank Him all you want," a chilling voice said from behind Tony. "Your friend won't be alive for long."

"Neither will you," a second, more familiar voice said and DiNozzo whirled around to see his 'old buddy' Dean standing in the doorway. He was holding himself oddly, and Tony remembered the body lying on the sidewalk. He really hoped it wasn't Dean, but a gut feeling told Tony that's exactly who it had been.

"I thought I took care of you," the pale guy said, flashing his sharp teeth.

"Come get me you fugly some of a bitch," Dean snarled twirling the machete in his hand. The thing (Tony was really starting to hate running into Dean) rushed towards the guy, and Dean swung the machete, hitting his opponent in the arm. Blood spurted from the cut, staining the off-white wall.

Dean swung the machete again, but the thing moved back too fast, and the younger guy sliced through air. The thing was back on him in seconds, taking advantage of his speed, and shoved Dean backwards.

As the younger guy flew out of the room, Tony painfully dragged himself to his feet, scooping up his downed gun. He fired three shots at the thing, all three hitting him in the chest, but instead of killing the thing, he just managed to piss it off.

It whirled around, snarling, and moved towards Tony so fast, he came across as a giant blur. He grabbed DiNozzo by the neck, lifting him off his feet with inhuman strength (Inhuman? Ha). Tony's toes barely touched the ground, and he noticed the thing's eyes flash.

"Gonna have to do better than that," the thing said before pulling Tony towards him. He squeezed DiNozzo's throat, black dots dancing in Tony's vision, and then took a bite out of his neck.

Sharp pain erupted from DiNozzo's skin, reminding him vaguely of the ghoul, the black spots beginning to slowly invade Tony's vision, and he was sure he was going to pass out.

Then he was let go, slamming into the ground, coughing so hard he nearly transported back to when he had the plague. He dizzily pushed himself up, noticing the dead thing lying on the floor, headless.

In fact, now that he wasn't in the middle of a life or death situation, he now noticed a few other headless bodies strewn across the room, also. Dean was standing above Tony, holding a bloody machete.

"You're welcome," the kid said before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed to the ground.

SPN/NCIS

According to the kid's I.D., his last name was Bonham. A gut feeling told Tony that wasn't his real last name, and he wondered just why the kid would lie. He almost ran his fingerprints; perhaps he'd find a criminal record, but decided against it. Again, he felt the need to protect the kid.

It had been almost an hour ago since Sam woke up and convinced Tony to drive the small horde to the hospital (something told Tony a room full of bodies would have been harder to explain than showing up at the hospital beaten and bruised). McGee was still getting tested for anything worse than a mild concussion, and Tony wanted some of his damn questions answered. He knew Sam wasn't going anywhere, Dean had had been rushed into surgery when the doctors noticed all the glass sticking out of his back, but Dinozzo just couldn't find the kid anywhere to question him.

He eventually found Sam outside, sitting on a bench, talking on his phone. Tony stopped short of the kid, listening to the end of his conversation. "Yeah, Bobby, I took care of the scene." Well, that explained where he was when Tony couldn't find him. So, he had been wrong, but it's not like Sam went far. "Now, I'm still waiting on word from the doctor. He was thrown out a window by that son of a bitch." Sam sighed. "I'm fine, Bobby. He just clocked me in the back of the head."

The kid ran a hand through his shaggy hair. "Yeah, I'll call you the moment I get any news. Yeah, see ya." And he hung up, stashing his phone in his pocket.

"Friend of yours?" Tony asked hoarsely, making the kid jump.

"Uh, yeah," he replied nodding slowly. "Look, I'm sorry about your partner."

"He'll be fine," DiNozzo replied softly. "McGeek has a hard head." Sam nodded absentmindedly, picking at a loose thread on his sleeve. "So," Tony continued painfully clearing his throat, "mind explaining to me what the hell is going on, Mr. Bonham?" Sam remained silent, giving up on the thread to run his hands down his jeans. "Look, Sam, I know that's not your real last name."

"How could you possibly know that?" the younger guy asked looking up to meet Tony's eyes.

"A gut feeling," DiNozzo responded taking a seat next to Sam. "You wanna tell me why you two are lying?"

"It's the job," Sam answered vaguely, shrugging his shoulders, not even bothering to deny he was, in fact, not Sam Bonham.

"Sam…"

"Look, Agent DiNozzo…"

"Tony," DiNozzo corrected automatically.

"Tony, it's complicated, and I really shouldn't be sharing anything with you of all people. I mean, you are a fed, and we haven't exactly had the greatest track record with law enforcement of any kind."

"I could always run your brother's finger prints," Tony suggested making a show of getting up.

"No!" Sam shouted yanking Tony back onto the bench. Pain jolted through DiNozzo, and it took all of his willpower not to wince. "T-that would be a bad idea."

"How much trouble are we talking?" Tony questioned eyeing Sam critically.

The younger guy was quiet for a few moments, but finally said, "I swear it wasn't him. You believe in this stuff, right. What we do?"

"Kinda hard to deny it exists when I've run into a ghost, a ghoul, and whatever that thing was tonight, since meeting you're brother."

"Vampire," Sam said softly, a small smile playing across his lips. Tony's eyes widened for a second, but he quickly composed himself. He couldn't believe he had fought a creature right out of a John Carpenter movie tonight, one of his biggest fears, and actually lived to tell the tale.

Sam swallowed, his smile slipping, a troubled look clouding his face. "Dean got into some trouble last year. We were, uh, hunting a shapeshifter, and it had killed a few people before taking Dean's form. It called the cops on itself, or well Dean, and now he's on the FBI's most wanted list."

Tony was quiet for a few moments, his mind trying to wrap around not only the existence of shapeshifters but also the fact that this kid he kept protecting was in trouble with the FBI. Gibbs would have a field day with this, and McGee would most likely start a new book about a character named Damon who was just trying to make a difference while avoiding the law. Tony wondered if it'd be a best-seller, too.

"What's so funny?" Sam asked curiously, and DiNozzo realized he had been chuckling softly, shaking his head back and forth.

"I really need to stop running into your brother," Tony responded looking over at Sam. "And don't worry; your secret is safe with me."

"And your partner?"

"It looked like he hit his head pretty hard; I'd be surprised if he remembered any of this."

"Why are you helping us?" Sam asked slowly, his face serious.

"Kid, I've been asking myself the same question since the moment I met Dean," Tony responded pushing himself to his feet. "Just do me a favor."

"What?" Sam looked up to meet Tony's green eyes.

"The next time you feel the need to come to D.C., don't."

NCIS

Are you getting tired of the Tony and Dean Whump? Because I can tone it down it you want. *evil laugh* Or probably not...

Yes, I'm putting this up a day early. I have some time to kill, took a look through this chapter, fixed some stuff, and here it is.

I want to thank everyone who reviewed, alerted, and favorited last chapter. You guys are awesome.

So, let me know what you think, I do not own these character, and I should go.

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