When Tony finally made it in to the shower, he was glad that this was not one of the things that had changed. If he was honest with himself, which he wasn't, this vampire thing wasn't so bad. He hadn't had to give anything up really, he could still go out in the sun, and he didn't sparkle like Edward or burst into flames.

He could go into churches and he had even tempted what fates there where and dipped a finger in holy water. Nothing had happened, the church didn't split open and an archangel didn't swoop down to smite him.

He didn't have super powers, he didn't have to constantly worry about keeping himself in check, he didn't have to worry about over hearing something he shouldn't, or seeing something.

He didn't react differently to the smell of a crime scene so he could still work.

But then there was the problem of him having to drink or feed or whatever they decided to call it. He could probably handle the blood part or the sex part separately but combined was almost too much to ask.

But again if he was being truthful the blood added to the sex. In the last six months, every Time he had sex it was the best he could remember. Even with Jethro. Tony jerked when he realized that he had called his boss Jethro, not Gibbs, not boss, Jethro. It also clicked that when he had taken Abby he called her Abigail and she hadn't said a word about it. Why was he getting all formal with them when he was …he shuddered he wouldn't finish that thought.

"TONY GET OUT OF THE SHOWER!" Abby yelled from the door, "I want to stop and get something to drink."

"Something Abby you want a café pow."

"Well yeah but that besides the point."

"I'll be out in a second Abbs."

"Hurry."

Tony could almost hear her bouncing in her boots; he just shook his head and rinsed the soap from his body. Looking down over his physique, he was startled by the fact that he was half-hard. He had only been thinking of Abby and Gibbs. He felt a surge and his half-hard cock went to mostly full. Growling he turned to temperature of the shower colder.

~~~~****~~~~

Tim pulled up into Gibbs driveway and saw Abby's, Ziva's and Ducky's car. He wondered were Tony was if this was an all hands on deck meeting Dinozzo would be dog meat if he missed it. Getting out of his car, he grabbed the bags of chips he had bought before heading over. He knew it was silly but this wasn't a work meeting, Gibbs had made that clear so he had kept hearing his mother's voice in his head never go empty handed.

Walking in he heard, "in here probie." Well Dinozzo is here Tim thought to himself but he wondered where his car was. Walking into the kitchen Tim sat the chips on the counter and was glad the others had also brought goodies. There was several bags of cookies and a veggie tray. When Tim looked around he saw that he was the last to show up even Palmer was there.

"So uh whats up guys?" Tim ventured.

"Take a second McGee, Gibbs will be in a couple with the steaks." Tony said leaning against the countrer. Ziva shrugged her shoulders when Tim looked her way and Abby got up quickly to fiddle with the chip bags. So obviously Abby knew what was going on but Ziva didn't looking orver at Ducky and Palmer Tim would guess Palmer was in the same boat as Ziva and him while Ducky knew like Abby.

"You ok Tony?" Tim heaerd Abby ask.

"Fine abbs just leave it please this is bad enough with out thinking it to death be for hand."

Tims stomach clinched something was wrong with Tony maybe his plague was back could it come back why wasn't he in the hospital then why were they at Gibbs place was this why Tonys car wasn't here he couldn't drive anymore the youngest agent started watching Tony closer to see if he could see any of the things that had been there just after he beat it he glanced at Ziva but the ex mussad was playing with the bottle of beer in her hand

She wouldn't know how Tony looked and acted she wasn't with the team yet looking at Ducky Tims stomache unclenched some the me would be more worried if that was the case he would be yelling at Tony to go to dr pitt for that matter so would Gibbs but maybe it was to late and this was a fairwell thing no Tim shook his head they wouldn't do it like this a hobbled together dinner party to say good bye to a friend and collegue.

Tim grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge just so he would have something to fiddle with while he waited for Gibbs to come in no sooner had he opened it when the boss came in bearing a huge plate of steaks.

"Eat up Tony yours is on the bottom." Gibbs said setting the plate don't on the counter, "bakers are in the oven if any one wants one."

Gibbs took the top steak and Tim wondered if it was even warm it looked so rare. "Uh boss are there any more well them rare?" Tim asked shyly.

"This one's more done then the rest Tim, figured you and Palmer might not like your still mooing."

Tony snorted and choked on the beer he had been drinking. Abby grabbed the bottle before it hit the floor as Tony tried to breath around the beer now in his windpipe. After coughing for a few minutes he waved everyone off and took a small sip of the saved beer, "Good one boss," Tony rasped out when he seemed fit enough to talk, "I'll have to remember that one."

Tim just shook his head at the interaction between Abby, Gibbs, Tony and Duck had just sat and watched everything.

****~~~~****

After everyone ate Gibbs looked at Tony and tipped his head towards the group, Tony shrugged and sighed.

Taking a minute to finish the beer in his hand Tony said, "So how many of you have seen Ultraviolet, Milla Jovovich is this messenger of sorts only she's…"

Palmer interrupted and said, "She's a hemophages, sort of like a vampire but not. They just seem to need blood, nothing crazy like bursting into flames in the sun or thank kind of thing. Fast maybe cuz the fight scenes are really cool but that's Hollywood and…" Palmer faded out when he realized one of two things; he had spoken and Gibbs was staring at him.

"Yeah Palmer, that's the one." Tony said with a smile "And anything with Milla has to have great fight scenes because she's that hot."

"Dinozzo."

"Boss, she is, you got to give Palmer props. He's got taste."

"You're stalling."

"Do you really blame me Jethro?" Tony growled back three heads simultaneously snapped up, mouths dropped open and eyes bulged. Tony had called Gibbs Jethro, Gibbs had let Tony call him Jethro and he had actually growled back at the older agent.

"Anthony." Tony only growled again and turned away from everyone for a moment from the movement in his shoulders he was trying to control himself when he turned back around he took a deep breath one which meant to Tim that this was defiantly not about the plague.

"I am a vampire." Tony said then he concentrated for a second and opened his mouth to show his fangs "sssee there real." he said lisping over the extended teeth.

"Tony you didn't tell me you could pull them at will before."

"I couldn't Ducky." Tony said clearly, his teeth having receded. "I figured out how to do it in the shower this morning and on the way over here."

"Ah alright that will help with the search."

"Yeah." Tony replied.

"Tell the rest Dinozzo."

"Christ will you give a guy a chance Gibbs you are going to be the death of me yet boss."

"Doubt it."

"Tony what does he mean the rest?" Tim asked.

"I'm kinda like Milla as in I can go into churches, the sun and I can eat food obviously since I just eat a steak."

"The rarest steak I've ever seen." Palmer said.

"Trying to do the anemic blood building thing, Palmer." Jimmy just nodded.

"So you are like this Milla vampire but not like her." Ziva said

"No," Abby said "close but not the same."

"Not this hemopage…" Ziva said pointing at Palmer.

"Hemophages." he corrected before Tony could.

Abby said, "The best Ducky and I can find is they made that up solely for the comic and movie but the symptoms fit most of what Tony has."

"Most." Tim said a little louder this time.

"Give it up Tony." Gibbs baited the agent again.

"Fine when I drink, eat, whatever the hell we alllll decide to call it," indicating how angry he was getting Tony gave Gibbs Ducky and Abby his version of the Gibbs stare, "I have to well…who ever I drink from and I have to…we have to damn it we have to…" pausing again.

"Tony it must not be that bad." Ziva said.

"We have to fuck Ziva, there are you happy Jethro."

"Tony stop yelling at bossman it won't help."

"I know Abby but he's the one insisting on telling the world."

"Not the world Tony, just your family." Gibbs said.

"Who I refuse to…" Tony stopped and bolted out of the kitchen in to the back yard.

"Boss," Tim said, "should one of us go after him?"

"No Tim let him calm down a little."

"He would not hurt one of us would he?"

"No Ziva, he's not like that." Abby assured the newest agent.

"So far the only thing we have been able to put together is that his senses are better than they use to be. His reflexes are faster but nothing of the other myths is there. He's got a reflection, he can been in the sun, he can eat, drink, be in a church, touch holy water. He's not more aggressive or any of that kind of stuff."

"How long Abby?" Tim asked.

"How long has he been like this or how long have we known?"

"Both." Ziva Tim and Palmer all said.

"Gibbs knew first when the elevator broke. Friday is when he found out, I found out last night and so did Ducky and as for how long he's known about six months."

"How has he been, what are we going to call it?" Tim asked.

"I think we should just say drink 'cause that is what he's doing." Abby said.

"Fine how has he been drinking for six months?"

"Strangers." Ducky said, "He didn't want to chance being caught in flagrante at work." Palmer chocked and turned bright red.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Palmer that was bad form."

"It's okay doctor. I," taking a breath, "I am ok I know we shouldn't have been uh well."

"Doing the horizontal Moomba vertically." Tony said from the doorway.

"Yeah."

"Tony you are looking pale again," Ducky said, "let me check your…"

"No Ducky I'm fine for now. Let's get this little fest over with so I can…" waved his hand leaving it unfinished.

" What happens if you don't drink?" Palmer asked.

"Not pretty Jimmy not pretty." Tony said dropping on to the couch. "the mummy returns is prettier."

"Oh." Palmer flinched at the mental picture.

"Have you tried to not oh copulate?" Ziva said trying to be polite.

Tony coughed and turned as red as he could given his current state. "Doesn't work that way Ziva or so it seems if I take more than a mouth full, nature pretty much over rides anything else and even at a mouthful it's still."

"Not an option to not finish." Gibbs said.

"Boss." Tim said looking at his previously thought very hetro boss.

"Yeah McGee." Gibbs said turning his head in that menacing way he had.

"Nothing boss."

"I think full disclosure is required here ladies and gentleman. I do believe the time for any secrets in this group had long since pasted yes?"

"Ducky." Tony whined.

"Anthony."

"What they are not saying to you three is they want you to be my other meal time friends."

Ziva nodded understanding and mostly accepting the situation Palmer nodded a moment later Tim thought and said, "Can I have a night to think about it? I'm not saying I'm not willing but I…"

"Tim it's okay, contrary to some peoples beliefs I don't want to drink from you guys. I am terrified I am going to hurt one of you."

"But you are not afraid to hurt one of the women you have been drinking from Tony?" Ziva asked.

"I am but until someone so rudely pointed it out to me today I hadn't thought about it much. I just knew I couldn't get caught at work and I didn't want to think about losing it with one of you guys and hurting you. It's already driving me nuts that I have to hurt someone to drink to start with but then the whole ra…"

"Don't finish that word Tony," Abby said "we talked about that."

"Yeah yeah I know it's beside the point."

"Wait I'm confused." Palmer said, "You were going to say rape weren't you?" Tony nodded, "If we agree then it's not but if the women didn't know that was what was going to."

"Palmer shut up." Gibbs said.

"Oh fuck." Tony said curling in around himself, "I can't believe I Gibbs I can't I…"

Gibbs stood and smacked Palmer as he walked over to Tony, he grabbed the man's hand and pulled him from the couch and walked him up the stairs.

"Jimmy," Abby hissed, "we were hoping he wouldn't go there with that thought, he's messed up about this enough as is and for him to think he's been raping women for six months… not a good place for him to be."

"I'm sorry I didn't think."

"Mr. Palmer, we have to be delicate with Anthony, he is a very delicate person. He shows the world what he wants them to see. He wants to show that he is cavalier and unrestrained but he is really very shy and internal. He hides his shyness by being the center of attention."

"You said something about a search Abby." Ziva asked

"Yeah we're trying to see, Tony can't be the only one like this. We want to see if we can't find a community or something that can help him or at least see if there is some information about what he should avoid. Things that might speed up the blood use, that kind of thing. Maybe a way he can drink and not have sex."

"Have you…" Tim swallowed.

"Yeah this morning, defiantly in the top 10. He's says he doesn't want to hurt us but he doesn't get it. It doesn't hurt well for a teeny tiny second but not really."

"What about when he and Gibbs…"

"He didn't drink until Gibbs was ready for him, he wouldn't attack you guys Tim. Yesterday he waited too long and he," Abby shuddered "he wouldn't let us help him but he was so far that he could fight us off. We thought if I let him drink from me that Gibbs would handle the sex part, actually, he won the rock paper scissors, but anyways that it would be ok but once he bites you, you have to have sex just like he does."

"Can he not bite, just drink?" Palmer asked.

"Think once it's offered he has to; I cut my hand yesterday because he was fighting it. He wanted to let it kill him I think."

"No," Tim said, "he is a fighter."

"I think it scared him yesterday Timothy," duck answered, "he said he was ready to go, to let this finish. He's afraid of himself. We need to reassure him that it will be ok and even if this is not reversible in some way we are here for him."

"How do we convince him that it's all right, to let us take care of him?" Palmer asked.

"Mr. Palmer, Tony has had to be independent his entire life, his childhood being what it was, he doesn't really doesn't know how to let anyone take care of him, he will fight help all the way."