Okay, for a little time-line background. It's past everything with Jeanne. But, Jenny is obviously still alive. As for Supernatural, we are in the fourth season, but it's AU because of the whole government angle. And, while we're at it, that pesky virus? Yeah, get rid of it.

Chapter Five

Max was frowning as Tony paced the bullpen. "If White's in charge of Manticore, what happened to Lydecker?" she asked, following his movements.

"Frankly, I couldn't care less what happens to him," Dean grumbled, crossing his arms and leaning against Ziva's desk.

Tony shrugged. "Don't know. But I wouldn't put it past them to be working together."

Gibbs threw his Starbucks cup into the trash, turning to his Senior Field Agent. "So, what are you going to do about this Manticore? It obviously is very well hidden if even our own government doesn't know anything about it."

Tony, Dean and Max all exchanged looks and Tony sighed. "We're going public again," he muttered, rubbing at his face.

Max shook her head, hair flinging into her face. "Logan…Tony. We need a better plan. The last time Eyes Only went against Manticore, you almost died."

"Ah," Tony replied, holding up one finger. "Almost being the key word."

"You were confined to a wheelchair for almost a year. You shouldn't even be walking now," Dean replied blandly. He waved a hand, rolling green eyes. "But then, you wouldn't be you if you weren't taking risks."

McGee shook his head. "The secret life of Anthony DiNozzo…who knew?"

"If this ends up in your next book, Probie, you're dead," Tony warned, pointing at the younger agent. McGee smirked, but nodded anyway.

"Dean," Sam suddenly said, his hand grasping his bother's arm as he looked around.

Dean frowned, studying his brother's face. "Sammy? What's wrong?"

"Something's here," Sam replied with a frown. "For you and your two friends. More than one and blocking all exits."

Dean swore, shaking his head. "We've got to get you out of here, Tony. Eyes Only is the best bet we have of stopping Manticore."

"They're coming," Sam warned softly, moving to the duffle bag that Dean had thrown on Tony's desk.

Dean glanced towards the window. "What floor is this?"

"Fifteenth," Ziva stated slowly. She merely blinked when Dean nodded and slammed a chair into the window, shattering it. Everyone else, Gibbs excluded, jumped.

"Promise to catch me?" Tony asked, hardly loud enough to be heard.

Max shot him a small smile. "As if we would let you fall."

"Sam!" Dean called, turning to his brother and catching the gun that was thrown his way.

"Go. I've got it covered," Sam replied.

Dean gave him a sharp look. "You die, and I swear I'll kill you. And no using your freaking mind powers."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Now get lost."

Tony grinned, turning towards Gibbs and Jenny. "I think I'm going to be taking some of my leave time now," he said before blowing a kiss in Abby's direction. "I'll be in touch."

And then he dived out the window, Max and Dean following.

Shocked, nobody moved for a moment, and by the time they had made it to the window, all they saw was Tony, Max and Dean running towards a sleek black car parked at the curb.

They then turned their attention to Sam, who hadn't moved, his sawed-off shotgun aimed towards the elevator as he chanted lowly in Latin.

"You think they'll be alright?" Tony asked worriedly. He considered his team to be his family and he really didn't like leaving them to face some supernatural enemy. Especially since it was his secrets that were causing all this to happen.

"Sam's got it covered," Dean said softly, sliding the key into the ignition of the Impala. Behind them, the entirety of the NCIS building was suddenly engulfed in a flash of light. Dean raised an eyebrow, eyeing the building with a faint look of pride. "More than covered; nothing nasty—at least not of the paranormal variety—is going to be getting in there any time soon."

"Where to?" Max muttered wearily, leaning back against the shot-gun seat. "They found our base in Seattle, obviously. And they know you're here in DC. So, where do we go now?"

Tony shook his head, giving a sigh. "Dunno. Everyone I know who would be willing to help is in that building."

Dean, keeping his eyes on the road, fished his phone out of his pocket and hit a number on speed-dial. After a few rings, he grinned at the gruff greeting. "Hey Bobby. I'm gonna need some help."

"What the heck were those?" Abby demanded from her place within Gibbs's arms. Around her, everyone else was pretty much asking the same thing.

Sam lowered the shotgun, feeling exhausted from the long and draining exorcism he had just completed. "Ghosts," he muttered in reply. And then he frowned. "Although, I've never heard of anyone controlling ghosts before. Let alone twenty of them." He leaned against a desk, rubbing at his temples.

"How did you know they were here?" Ziva asked slowly, looking slightly pale. Honestly, it was the first time anyone she worked with had actually seen her look disturbed by a sight. Of course, dead people attacking would leave most people somewhat disturbed and questioning their mental stability.

Sam glanced at them, eyes shadowed and wary. "I'm psychic," he muttered, worrying about their reaction.

"Oh," McGee replied faintly. "IS that what your brother meant by 'freaky mind thing'?"

Sam shrugged. "Yes and no. I can sense things, and used to have visions. But I recently learned how to use my powers to kill demons. I'm not sure what's so bad about that, but apparently it's frowned upon by the man upstairs."

Jenny frowned, shaking her head in confusion. "And how would you know that?"

"Many warnings," Sam muttered. "The latest of which coming from Uriel."

"The angel?" Abby piped up, looking intrigued. "You got to talk to him?"

"Yeah, and he's a jerk," Sam grumbled, muttering under his breath. "Destroy the entire town because of one witch, my foot." Everyone there heard, but decided it best not to say anything.

"So, what now?" Ducky asked, speaking up for the first time since this fiasco had started.

"Now we wait," Gibbs replied solemnly.