Ok guys, this one's going to require some explaining. I know, I know, I just started a fic (I'm not Going to Apologize) and I've yet to update it. That one's been out on hiatus temporarily, until this one is well under way.
I've been throwing around concepts for this story for years, and never thought to put it in a fanfic until this week. The original story had an original cast, but I thought it would be easier to write and develop with familiar characters in the form of a fanfic.

Now, some warnings...

1.) It's mainly a supernatural fic. If that's not your cup of tea, I totally understand. In that case, run far away because this is not for you and you probably won't enjoy it.

2.) updates could be months apart- the only reason I am beginning to write it now is because I'm on spring break, but once school starts again, I've got to work like mad to bring up my GPA. That means chapters will be few and far between until summer.

3.) there are some oc's

4.) potential character death, violence, in later chapters

*I love and appreciate all my readers. If you've got a problem with my story, please feel free to leave constructive criticism as a review.

Happy Reading!

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He could run much faster than most men his age, much faster than his agents would have suspected. In his line of work, it was essential.

The only up-side to this situation that Gibbs could think of was, "thank god it's not snowing."

If it had been winter, or even the later stages of fall, the job would have been twice as difficult- and maybe even twice as dangerous. But spring had been considerate this year, and came early. It made it easier to hunt.
Speaking of, the object of Gibbs' chase was getting away. If they reached a more populated area, it would be impossible to fire at the creature in front of civilians, and he would get away for good, endangering the lives of everyone in Washington D.C.

The creature turned the corner, and Gibbs tried to pick up his pace, closing in on it. He pulled his gun out of the holster at his side and stopped running as he too turned into a dark alley between two buildings. It was practically pitch, and the silver-haired agent frowned deeper.
A novice hunter would have gone through the alley, but Jethro was better than that. He knew the tricks that these bastards employed to capture humans, and he wasn't fooled. It was too dangerous to pursue the monster here-his eyesight was bad enough in daylight, and the bastard could see in the dark.

The pounding in his heart slowed as he listened. Anger rose in his chest- he lost the damn thing! But a small clatter sounded above his head, as the dark figure scaled the fire escape to the roof one of the buildings. Turning his gun and his eyes upward, he could see it scrambling to get away. Practically without aim, Gibbs fired three expert shots into its back.

The creature fell with a crash at Gibbs' feet, dead. Its vibrant eyes stared up at nothing...it looked harmless when it wasn't scaling buildings or destroying human lives. With a huff, Leroy Jethro Gibbs put away his gun and pulled out his cell phone. The number he needed was on speed dial, and the woman who answered did so on the first ring.

"Jethro?"

"I got him," Gibbs said without greeting, looking down at his kill.

"Excellent. We'll have someone pick up the body. Good work."

With a smile, he hung up. Without sparing another glance at the monster at his feet, he turned to find his car. He still had a few hours to sleep before he had to be at NCIS in the morning.