Wow! It's been a while since I've updated this story! Well, here's chapter 6 so enjoy!

"Special Agent Gibbs of NCIS and my team," Gibbs stepped forward towards the man.

"So, they did send someone out," the man crossed his arms, taking on a defensive stance. "I'm surprised you five survived."

"What is that thing?" Gibbs questioned, pointing to the barricaded door. "What is that monster out there?"

The man turned away, looking out over the foggy waves. Visibility was very limited, and the swells were reaching heights of fifteen to twenty-five feet. Rain pounded at the glass windows that overlooked the deck below and the ocean. He turned back to the team, a hardened expression on his face.

"That creature was created illegally," he said, looking down at the floor.

"Wait, you mean it was created?" Tony asked, stepping forward.

"I'm not liberty to tell you much more than that," he answered, his brown eyed gaze shifting from the floor back up to the NCIS team. "I'm not even supposed to know. Only our scientists were privy to what was going on."

"That thing tried to kill me and my team," Gibbs growled. "It almost killed one of my team!"

The man looked at them now questioningly. He spotted the young man with a cloth bandage around his right arm. Shaking his head with a pained expression, he started to pace.

"I can't believe you survived an attack from it," he looked back at them.

"Wasn't as easy as you thought," Tim replied, tucking his arm closer to his chest.

"Who are you?" Ziva questioned, slumping her backpack down onto the floor.

"Captain Allan Johnson," the man answered.

"We need to know what you know if we're going to get off this ship," Gibbs said, stepping closer to Allan.

"I could lose my job if I even mention what's going on at that island," Allan argued and turned his back to them.

"You could lose your life if you don't speak," Tony said, his voice being surprisingly menacing.

Allan seemed to consider this and returned his attention to them. His eyes were hardened and his features drawn into a tight line.

"If I tell you what was happening on that island you would never believe me," Allan warned as he took a seat in a chair at the consoles.

"Try me," Gibbs took a seat across him, his team staying back towards the ventilation shaft opening.

"It's an island called Island of Adisa Kifa," Allan began telling his story, leaning back in his chair. "It's a mix of African languages meaning 'grave death'."

"Sounds inviting," Tony mumbled from where he was leaning against the cool, steel wall.

"Looks even better," Allan said half-heartedly. "It's nothing but jungle at first glance. It's only about the size of the island of Cozumel down next to Mexico, so you'd never think that there's a base on it."

"Military?" Gibbs perked an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.

"Heck if I know," Allan shrugged his shoulders. "It's a scientific research base as well as an experimental weapons base. What they all do on that god-forsaken island I do not want to know. All I know is that it's full of nasty things that I would not want to come face to face with."

"What kind of things?" Tim asked, crouching down on the floor.

"That creature is one of them," Allan replied, nodding to the blocked off door.

"Wait, you mean there's more than one?" Tony's eyes went wide. He had come within inches of losing his foot.

"From what I can gather," Allan sighed, rubbing his bleary eyes. "I've only been on the island a few times out of the many times that I've gone there."

"What do you take out there?" Gibbs narrowed his eyes.

"Food supplies, building material, chemicals, scientists; you name it and we probably haul it out to them," Allen answered. "We made a trip every four months. Takes about a week to get there and a week back."

"Long time," Ziva commented, crossing her arms across her chest and leaning up against the wall.

"Especially if the weather is like this," Allen motioned towards the storm raging outside. "I started doing this about six years ago."

"You've just been piloting the ship back and forth for over six years?" Gibbs asked.

"Exactly," he nodded. "Gets tiring, but every time I go out there there's something new. This last time they had set up an electric fence around the perimeter of the island. It was nearly twenty thousand volts running through the wires. What they were trying to keep in I had no idea at the time. Apparently it was the creature. As I look back now, I don't know how she got on the ship or even slipped out of her padlock and out the security gates."

"She?" Tim asked, his eyebrows rising up. "You mean that thing is a she?"

"Yep," Allan smirked, as if he found something about that amusing. "Anyways, she got on the ship and about a day later she killed off almost my entire crew. All I know is that I've got one man down in the cargo hold, hiding."

"Should you not have found him and brought him in here?" Ziva questioned, her gaze ice cold.

"That thing would've killed us both," Allan sighed sadly, running his fingers through his three inch brown hair. "I've been trying to keep radio contact with him but I haven't heard from him in a while."

"Was he a black man?" Ziva asked.

"No, he's tall and has an Australian accent," Allan looked away out towards the rough sea. "I just hope he's okay."

The radio clipped around Allan's belt suddenly came to life. He hurriedly removed it, knowing that only his friend could be calling him.

"Robert? Come in," Allan stood up as his heart did flip-flops in his chest.

"Allan, I'm trapped," the reply came in a ragged tone. "That raptor has me cornered between two crates."

"God, Robert," Allan wiped his forehead and started to pace. "Do you still have your gun?"

"Out of bullets," Robert answered as the sound of empty shells hitting the floor came over the radio. "She's trying to figure out how to get in between them."

"Robert, hang on," Allan ordered. "I'll come down there with some fire power."

"Don't, you'll get yourself killed," Robert growled. "I think I can…."

His reply was cut short by his sudden yelling. There was that horrid screeching followed by a quick snap. Then static filled the air.

"Oh God," Allan sank back down into his chair, his face cupped in his hands. "This is my fault."

"How could it be your fault?" Ziva walked towards him. "There was no way of you preventing the creature from getting on your ship."

"It just is," Allan straightened up, determination on his face.

"It feels like it is, but it's not," Tony added in.

Tim shook sleep away from his mind. The rocking of the ship was making him sick again yet it was lulling him to sleep. To keep his mind occupied he glanced around as his teammates and Allan talked about what to do next. He spotted a black backpack. His investigative instincts getting the better of him, he pulled it closer.

"What's this?" Tim asked himself aloud as he saw a flash of gray tucked in a towel. Slowly and carefully he pulled out the gray orb, holding it in his palm. "My God."

"What are you doing?" Allan stood up suddenly, his eyes locked on Tim. When he saw the egg, his face literally drained of color. "You shouldn't have done that."

"You stole eggs?" Tim stood up, still clutching the egg in his hand. "No wonder the creature is on the ship!"

"Not for the reason you think," Allan said slowly.

"You stole her eggs and now she's hunting for them!" Tim could barely contain his anger. From one man's greed over a hundred were slaughtered needlessly.

"And now she's going to hunt you," Allan stated eerily.

"What?" Gibbs and Tony both questioned, turning to Allan.

"He touched one of the eggs and now he has its scent on him," Allan replied simply. "I'm sorry. I didn't want for anybody to get hurt but now she's going to hunt you down every chance she gets because she'll think that you stole her eggs."

So, what do you think? I know it's a short chapter but I've barely had anytime to work on it with school and then I've been side tracked with "Glowing Angel". But please remember to R&R! It makes me happy! :)