A/n: Welcome, to my first crossover. I understand that I've got a lot of other stories that I should be updating, by I've his something of a writer's block and I really need to get these newer ideas down before I go back and finish my older stuff-which WILL happen, I promise.

I own neither NCIS nor Supernatural

The last time Tim McGee had had to read this many job applications, Tony had been there with him.

The process was grueling, and the absence of his long-time partner in crime, so to speak, was weighing heavily on his mind. Especially because he was, for all intents and purposes, choosing his replacement.

A new Probationary Agent was not a problem, not really; McGee remembered clearly his days as a green agent and what it took to feel like he was accepted into the team and the agency. Bringing newbie onto the team put him, as SFA, in the position of the one doing the hazing, rather than being the hazee. He'd learned from the best.

There were plenty of promising applicants, to his pleasant surprise. It would be Gibbs' final choice, but McGee was sure there was at least one person in the pile he'd put together that his boss would approve of.

As if summoned, Gibbs walked into the near-empty squad room. "It's late, McGee. Go home."

"I've finished going through the applicants, Boss."

Gibbs looked at him, nodding a bit. "Bring 'em in tomorrow. I'll talk to them."

Tim nodded, put the files in a desk drawer, and turned off the lamp on top of his desk. Tony's desk.

III

The following day, there was a steady stream of crying hopefuls running through the squad room and down the stairs. Bishop was beyond confused. McGee expected nothing less.

"It's normal," he had told her, when she'd looked freaked out, "Gibbs just knows what he's looking for."

Eventually Gibbs found Megan Woods. McGee remembered her file; she seemed able enough, with previous experience in the NYPD. a tough looking girl, not taller than him but larger in stature than Bishop was. Thankfully, not a redhead.

As she came in the next morning with a box of her belongings and began to set up at Tim's old desk, Ellie took the initiative. "You must be Agent Woods," she greeted, extending her hand, "I'm Ellie Bishop."

Woods took the offered hand with a smile, "It's nice to meet you, Special Agent Bishop."

"Call me Ellie."

A phone rang, and Tim answers swiftly. "McGee," he said. the two women watched him, and his eyes traveled up to meet theirs. Bishop understood, and moved to her own desk, but Woods just stood there looking bewildered.

"Got it, Boss," McGee said, and hung up. He stood, "Ellie, call Ducky. Gibbs will meet us there."

"On it."

Woods still hadn't moved, "What's going on?"

McGee called back to her, he and Bishop already halfway to the elevator, "Gear up, Woods. We've got a body."

III

The term "body" may have been a little too forgiving.

Gibbs had beaten them to the site—a trail to a secluded campground in Shenandoah National Park—and once their sedan had come to a stop he'd sent Bishop and Woods to secure the area and talk to the couple who'd called it in. He took McGee to see the remains.

Inside a shallow cave, damp with morning dew and something far less pleasant, was a pile of…well, it looked like melted human.

"…Boss?"

"Yeah, McGee?"

"We've seen some weird things."

"Yeah, McGee."

Among the organic sludge were the remnants of the uniform of a Petty Officer, no ID, no tags. It was just like someone had taken a step, and…fallen out of their skin. McGee didn't know what to do but start taking pictures.

Ducky arrived soon thereafter, already regaling Jimmy with stories of his youth in Scotland. Gibbs met up with them.

"Won't need a gurney, Duck."

"Whatever do you mean, Jethro? I was specifically told that there was a body."

"Something like that," he said, and lead the M.E. to the scene.

"Oh, dear," Ducky said. "Perhaps Mr. Palmer and I could make use of some of your evidence bags?"

McGee chimed in then, "I'll take care of it, Ducky."

"Thank you, my boy."

As Tim walked away he could hear the doctor launch into another tale; "You know, this reminds me of a rather educational experience I had with my childhood friend, Arnold. You see, he was a bit too enthusiastic the fist time he was tasked with defeathering the Christmas turkey…"

McGee shook his head and waved over Agent Woods. When she got close enough to the remains, to her credit, she didn't flinch away. Or hurl.

"Go to the car," McGee said, "and get the evidence bags."

"How many?"

"All of them."

"…"

"…It's for Ducky."

"Oh. I'm on it."

As she left, Ellie came over. She gestured to the small gourd of people a ways behind her. "Those are the hikers that found the body. The two men are brothers, those are their wives. they didn't see anything, just went exploring and found…whatever you call that."

"'That' is what is left of a Petty Officer, Bishop."

Properly chastised, she ducked her head. "Sorry," she said.

Tim nodded. "It is odd, though. Did they say anything about seeing any large animals?"

"You think it was an animal attack?"

"All I know is that I've never seen a human that could do that to another."

Agent Woods had beaten them back to Ducky with the evidence bags, and was now holding them open for Palmer to begin filling them. Ducky stood, "Unfortunately Jethro, I don;t have much to say as far as preliminary findings go. I'm afraid I can't determine any one reason that this might've happened."

"It's like the guy just shed his skin, like a reptile," Jimmy added, "We can't even identify any entrails."

"Yes, it is as Mr. Palmer said. Also, this substance covering it all…"

Gibbs took a stem closer to examine the stuff himself. "The goo covering it?"

"Precisely. I'll be sure to get a sample to Abigail."

"You got a time of death, Duck?"

Ducky shook his head. "Unfortunately not. As Mr. Palmer stated, there are no entrails, and therefore a liver probe is out of the question. The lack of insect activity tells me that it happened quite recently, though the smell indicates otherwise."

Gibbs turned. "Get it back to the lab, figure it out."

And so went the rest of the morning; trying to gather up everything, getting the hikers' contact information, all while everyone was thoroughly disturbed by the scene. McGee, still taking pictures of the area, found himself feeling more uncomfortable than usual. He was familiar with death, sad as it was. And he knew that this team, perhaps more than any other in the agency, saw some weird cases. But none were like this. It was just so…unnatural. They had no answers, no ideas. They didn't even know what the cause of death could have possibly been, by any stretch. It was eerie, and Tim wasn't sure why but this case was just starting to seem like they'd bitten off more than they could handle.

McGee shook his head to rid himself of his brooding thoughts. He had a job to do.