This NCIS/SPN crossover story was initially inspired by the "It's Not Natural..." challenge on the NCIS Fanfiction Addiction (NFA) Forum. I wasn't able to get the story written in time to submit it for the challenge but I wanted to write it anyway. So here's the first chapter. This story follows my other NCIS/SPN crossover titled "Crossed Paths" only in that Tony DiNozzo (and McGee) has already met Dean and Sam Winchester, and he knows they are hunters and what they hunt. This new story features Tony and Gibbs.

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to NCIS or Supernatural. I'm just having a little fun with some of the characters.

All That's Blood and Bone

By: Vanessa Sgroi

"Yes!" Tony DiNozzo crowed softly from his desk as a smile bloomed on his face.

"You seem uncommonly happy, Tony," McGee muttered, turning his gaze from his computer monitor to his co-worker. "What's going on?"

"Oh nothing much…except a buddy of mine just told me I can use his cabin next week for that mandatory little vay-cay they're making us all take after the Roberts shooting."

"Like, a cabin in the woods cabin? You?" McGee shook his head. "I can't picture it."

"Oh ho," Tony wagged a finger. "This isn't just any cabin! My buddy's a major tech geek—a bit like you actually—and he tricked this cabin out. So there's cell service, wi-fi, satellite TV. Not to mention there's a sauna AND a hot tub."

"Isn't it too cold for a hot tub?"

"Nah, McKooky, it's never too cold for a hot tub. I'd ask you to go with me but you already have plans…"

"Yep," Tim nodded in agreement. "I've got a book deadline to meet and this is the perfect time to make some headway."

"Hey, Gibbs," DiNozzo turned his attention toward his boss who was sitting at his desk across from Tony's. "Don't suppose you'd like to go with me? I mean, I know you don't necessarily like things like that but, you know, you could come with me and…"

"Sure."

"…you could, I dunno, chop wood for the fireplace and—well, there's no boat but I'm sure there's something you could sand…wait…you just said sure. Does that mean yes?"

"It usually does."

Tony was so surprised; he was nearly at a loss for words. "You really want to come with me?"

"Do I have to get in the hot tub with you?"

"No way."

"Then yes. I'll come with you."

Tony clapped his hands together. "This'll be great! Matt told me it's pretty well stocked so we won't even have to take that much with us. I told him I'd give him cash to cover what we eat and drink, you know? His cabin's up in Keysers Ridge, Maryland. That's a little unincorporated community in Garrett County. Roughly a 161 miles from here, so about a three-hour drive. Maybe a little more…"

"DiNozzo, do I need to know all of this right this second?" Gibbs queried with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh…no…"

"Then get back to work."

"Uh...right, Boss. I'll do that right now."

"You and Gibbs," mused McGee with a raised eyebrow, "alone in a cabin for a week. Good luck with that. I hope you survive."

**NCIS/SPN**

Tony peered through the windshield at the pouring rain, brow crinkling. "Man, where did this storm come from? I checked the weather. They weren't calling for this."

"They get it wrong as often as they get it right," observed Gibbs.

Tony's thumb nervously tapped against the steering wheel. "I know but this just seems a little crazy."

They drove in silence for a little while longer until suddenly the car gave a couple of grinding coughs and sputtered fitfully. "What the hell?" Tony wrestled with the wheel and pulled the car to the side of the road where it wheezed a couple of times and suddenly died. He looked at Gibbs with regret in his eyes. "Sorry, Boss. I don't know what the problem could be. I had it in for a tune up just a couple of weeks ago."

Tony glanced at his watch. "We didn't have that much farther to go. I think we can walk it if you don't mind getting a little wet."

Gibbs gave an abrupt nod. "Can't stay here."

"Most of our stuff is in our backpacks anyway. Shouldn't be too bad. It's a straight shot up this road for a while. The cabin should be off to the left around a sharp bend in the road."

"It ain't getting any warmer sitting here. Let's get to it," growled Gibbs, shoving the car door open.

They exited the car and grabbed their backpacks from the trunk. Slipping the packs on their shoulders, the two agents headed down the road, their feet slapping against the wet macadam. The rain let up somewhat as they walked. About fifteen minutes into their hike, Tony's footsteps slowed, and he stopped mid-stride. His head swiveled side to side, taking in the skeletal trees swaying fiercely in the gloom.

"What?" queried Gibbs as he also drew to a stop.

"Do you feel that?"

"Feel what?"

"Like somebody's watching us?"

Gibbs' intense gray gaze peered at their surroundings. "Can't say that I do."

Tony stayed still for another minute then visibly shook himself. He gave one last look around. "Weird. Guess it was just my imagination. Sorry."

They continued on their trek, neither speaking until the cabin came into view. Tony pointed and called out, "There it is!"

Tony and Jethro half jogged the rest of the way to the cabin, and Tony made short work of pulling the key from his pocket and opening the door. Stepping across the threshold, he flipped the light switch located just inside the door and the living room flooded with light.

Tony whistled as his gaze traveled around the nicely appointed, rustic living space. An oversized denim-blue couch faced a fireplace and was flanked on each side by matching chairs with invitingly fluffy cushions. A large TV was mounted over the mantle. "Matt wasn't kidding. This is a nice place!"

"It's warm and dry," observed Gibbs, "that's all I care about right this minute."

"Warm? I thought it was a little chilly in here." Tony frowned as he shrugged out of his jacket. "Thought a fire was sounding pretty good about now."

Jethro mirrored Tony's actions and hung his coat on a set of hooks near the door. "Fine by me."

"I think Matt said there was some wood out on the back porch. I'll go get some." Tony disappeared into the nether regions of the cabin.

While DiNozzo was out back, Gibbs took the opportunity wander around the cabin, taking in and admiring some of the fine craftsmanship on display, much of it inlaid with intricate symbols and patterns. He'd just made a complete turn around the room when he noted that Tony had yet to return. He was just about to call out for the younger man when Tony reappeared in the living room with an armful of wood.

"What took you so long?"

"Hmm, what?" Tony glanced back over his shoulder with a slight frown. He turned his attention toward the fireplace and dropped the wood in front of it. "Oh, nothing." Tony shrugged. "I just had that feeling again—that someone was watching." He knelt and began arranging the kindling in the firebox. When he finished, he stood. "Clearly just my imagination…" DiNozzo clapped his hands together. He tilted his head to the side indicating the fireplace. "You want to do the honors? I want to go raid the kitchen and see what's on the menu for dinner."

"Yeah. Fine. Go—I'll take care of this."

Before heading toward the kitchen, Tony ambled to the front window beside the door. Bending over, he sighed. "This is gonna be great," he enthused. "A warm fire, some hot food…we'll fire up the TV. Got here just in time too; it looks like it's starting to snow…"

A hideously contorted face suddenly appeared on the other side of the glass. Its black, malice-filled eyes fixed on Tony. Its mouth twisted into a cackle or a scream. A long and gnarled nail tap-tap-tapped on the glass.

Tony yelped, careening away from the window and falling backward.

TBC…