A/N: Turning was actually going to be part of a larger story until the challenge came along. TURNING does concentrate on Tony and McGee. The companion piece would actually concentrate on the team and more in depth to the bigger picture. Don't if I should do it or not... What you guys think?

Am I thirsty? Tony wondered. He wondered if his lips were dry because he was thinking about blood. "McGee!" Tony sat up on the bed suddenly. His sudden shout startled McGee. "How long has it been since I was put in here?" Tony needed to know.

"I don't know… I don't know if it's night or day," McGee said.

"I've got it," Tony now began pacing around the room. "They didn't hide the marks so therefore they expect me to feed on you right, McGee?" Tony asked.

"I tell you there's no such thing as…," McGee told him.

"Oh yeah… What do you call this, McGee?" Tony showed him the bite marks to his neck. "Do you call them hickies? The plan!" He raised his voice in excitement. It wasn't a good excitement. "Knock my teeth out. Knock them out before I turn," he ordered and stood his ground.

"What?" McGee found the idea ridiculous.

"Without teeth I won't be able to bite you and you'll be alright in that respect," Tony offered the only way he saw out. "I know there'd be other ways I can kill you… I can tear you apart… But at least I won't be damning you to walk the earth as a cursed undead for eternity," Tony suddenly froze on the spot.

"What?" McGee asked.

"That's werewolves," Tony shook his head. What a stupid mistake for him to make. American Werewolf in London and Paris showed that any person killed by a werewolf was doomed to wonder around the Earth until it is dead. He shook his head. "I think I need to lie down," Tony started to feel like his knees were buckling. Perhaps that was a symptom.

"What happened? What do you remember?" McGee asked as Tony lay back on the bed.

"I was up against a pole… Bound I think… I couldn't move my arms. They might have hypnotized me," Tony said. That was the only way that he didn't move. Vampiric hypnotic eyes could even work on males. Why would they use ropes? "Someone held me still with their hands around my shoulders and I felt the cold fangs penetrate my skin and the man slit his list and force fed me his blood. They forced me to swallow the Vampire's blood," Tony closed his eyes.

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"Tony?" McGee's voice sounded urgent.

"I-I-It's happ-ppening… Someone t-t-turn down the light!" Tony said. "Find something… Stake me! Stake me!" He ordered his partner who was just standing over him. "C-C-Cold. It's cl-cl-close now," he knew that being undead would bring coldness. They were famous for it.

"We're in a stone room with little bedding… Yes you're going to be cold," McGee placed his jacket over Tony's upper body and rubbed the upper arms quickly.

"Wh-wh-what are you d-d-doing?" Tony opened his eyes. His body shivered to try and raise its temperature.

"Keeping you warm," McGee answered as he thought for a moment. "Talk to me… Tell me about… Tell me about James Bond," he wanted to occupy Tony's mind with something other than what he was thinking.

"So I c-c-can bore you to d-d-death?" Tony managed a smile.

"Yes Tony… Just how I want to die. Bored to death by you and James Bond. It sounds like a slow and painful way to go… I can live with that," McGee chuckled slightly.

"he-he-heh. Ch-ch-charlie Babbitt made a joke," Tony laughed. "J-J-James Bond. Int-International Spy. Martini lover… Wo-womanizer extraordinaire. Kinda like me I guess," Tony smirked.

"Which Bond was your favorite?" McGee asked.

"Sean Connery… All-All-always C-c-connery," Tony responded.

"Who do you hate and why?"

"D-d-dalton… L-looks like a Brosnan clone. No real oomph to the James Bond character. One thing c-c-couldn't understand th-th-though," Tony shivered more. "H-h-how can he be secret when he keeps telling everyone what his name is," he continued on regardless of how he felt. "Sou-sounds kinda dumb, you think?" He asked.

"Maybe he has a complex," McGee said. "Needs to be well known. Reminds me of you," he attempted to keep things light and knew that Tony craved banter especially when he needed to keep his mind off things.

"Comparing me to James Bond, McGee? Don't know whether to be insulted or honored."

"Take the bad with the good… That's what they say," McGee said after awhile. He looked down and saw that Tony was asleep. His body seemingly exhausted its self with the shivering. McGee wrapped what little bedding they had around Tony to keep him warm.

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McGee kept pacing around to keep warm. The more time his mind spent alone the direr the situation was becoming. He wasn't one to believe in the paranormal, supernatural or anything ridiculous like that. But Tony was convinced and he wasn't lying about something like this. Tony truly believed he would become a vampire. But now it looked as if he was going to freeze to death.

The door swung open. "Just checking on you two," Prophet had his hair cut short since the last time he had seen him and now dressed in a full length silky cape.

"I need a word with you," McGee said.

"With me," Prophet told him. "Relax, Mister McGee… We want you alive for now," he ordered McGee to follow him into another secluded room where they could talk privately and securely. "I will not insult your intelligence by asking you what's wrong… So what is it?" Prophet said.

"About my friend in there… We need more bedding. He's getting cold," McGee said to him.

"All part of the process, Mister McGee. It will no longer bother him soon," Prophet explained as simply as he could. "Vampires have no need for warmth," he continued without blinking.

"Do they have a need to breathe?" McGee asked. Prophet gave him a non committal look in response. "A few years ago… Tony almost died from a disease of the lungs. This could kill permanently damage him and how will it look if he can't breathe right. I don't know what you're trying to do or how you have him convinced he's turning into a Vampire… But…," McGee said. He knew that this Prophet guy didn't want them dead… Yet. So he had some bargaining power.

Prophet considered this for a moment and nodded. "I'll get someone to bring blankets in," he said. By making the quick decision, Prophet felt like he was still in charge of the situation.

"Why are you doing this? What are you trying to accomplish?" McGee thought it couldn't hurt to try and get some answers.

Prophet laughed. "Guess it can't hurt for you to know," he stood up. "There was a man that controlled his kingdom. His surroundings… His prisoners… His people were all controlled by him. Any dissention was dealt with in the harshest sense and this bred a certain loyalty that didn't dare waiver. Slowly the bloodthirsty legend began to grow," Prophet said with admiration. "This guy stopped an invading army without killing one of them. He proudly displayed impaled victims that were from his own kingdom and the invading army thought if one man was willing to do that to his own people… Then what would he do to the enemy," Prophet stood up and adjusted his cape. "Understand it or not, Mister McGee. It doesn't matter. We're here to bring to life, the spirit of Vlad the Impaler. Thanks to us… Dracula will rise," a thin smile appeared on his mouth.

"You're insane," McGee mouthed.

"Any more insane than the madness in today's world? I don't think so," Prophet responded as he followed McGee back to the cell.