His lips curled up slightly at the corners in a wolfish smile and he raised his head to lick her chin softly. He turned, rolling over to lie on his back.

Smiling softly, Abby scratched Tony's stomach. He didn't go into that submissive pose often when he was in wolf form- only with her. She wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled his furry neck.

He whined softly, resting his muzzle on her head and moving one paw to her shoulder, as though he was holding her. He licked at her shoulder softly and made a small sound of satisfaction at her.

Abby purred when Tony held her in his wolf form, snuggling close and trying not to yawn. "We both had a busy day, Tony. Maybe we should sleep?"

Tony made a small 'woofing' sound of agreement at her words and yawned, letting his eyes fall closed. His tail swung back and forth a few times as he moved to get comfortable next to her.

Abby purred and yawned, falling asleep with her hands running through Tony's fur. He was soft, like a large warm cuddly teddy bear.

***

Gibbs looked up when he heard the steps creak. Who was coming back? Was it Vicki? No. The scent was mostly human, with more feline attributes than a human had. Wait? There was another Wer here? What was going on? Silently, he leaped up and precariously balanced himself in a corner of the ceiling.

"Jethro, get off my ceiling." Pointed ears twitched at the subtle 'whoosh' of air as he'd jumped. "I hate it when you do that." She paused at the room, long tail swinging impatiently as she peered up, guiding green eyes up to the ceiling. "Why are you still up here when Vicki is outside?" She asked, narrowing her eyes slightly, her slit pupils dilating a bit.

He landed behind the Wer, realizing the half-feline was Jenny. "Should have known you weren't entirely human." He walked over and touched her fur, realizing she was very real. "We had a fight. I'm sure you could hear it, Jen." It was a common thing between them, he would say the wrong thing, or Vicki would take it the wrong way.

Her fur bristled slightly when he touched her and she nearly purred, but choked the sound in her throat. "What were you fighting about this time?" She asked, looking up at him with big, curious eyes. "Her eyes again?" She guessed, "Maybe you should go talk to he-" She paused, a look of concentration crossing her features. "Sorry, maybe you should go talk to her." She repeated, her tail-tip flicking slightly with distraction which she kept form her face.

He was confused by her reaction to his touch. "Jen?" He wasn't about to use this against her, not with an angry female Wer in Heat just downstairs. He had a better chance of walking away alive from kissing Abby in front of Tony. "I offered to change her, since it would help her eyes." It would completely reverse her RP, and she knew it would work. "I only offered to help her."

"Yeah, bad idea." She purred softly, once she was finished speaking, the dull purr kept rumbling softly through her chest, her throat. "She's still sitting outside. I don't know why it upset her so, but she seems pretty damn unhappy." She smiled warily, relaxing a bit more and watching him for a few moments.

"She got me thinking, about how I had never gotten a choice." He looked down, then back up at the cat-woman. Her voice sounded lower, gravelly like Abby's. She was purring like a contented housecat. "How, if John had given me a choice in being changed, I wouldn't have taken it."

She smirked, resting a hand on his face and narrowing her eyes thoughtfully. "Yes you would have." She spoke softly, her voice almost a mew. "You're too stubborn to die like that, Jethro." She grinned, a cat-y smile. "Now, dress and go talk to Vicki. Before her bitch comes back- if he comes here. He might not." She nodded, turning away from him and pausing at the doorframe. She reached up, stretching against the doorframe and kneading at the wood in a great, very satisfying stretch.

"I never knew," he said, watching her fascinated at her catlike form. "I can't believe I never smelled the Wer in you. I suppose your magic covered it up, though." She was right, though. He wouldn't have wanted to die the way he should have. "I'll be downstairs in a few minutes."

"Yup." She nodded, turning to face him once more before she left. "You think I wouldn't cover the scent of a curse in me?" She gave him a sarcastic look and shook her head, "Jethro. And I here I thought you knew me so much better." She grinned; tail swinging from left to right a few times. "Not exactly proud of this." She pointed to herself, pupils dilating a bit more as she let her eyes hit the floor. She gathered herself, taking a moment before changing back and crossing her arms to at least attempt to cover herself. "I'm sure she'll feel better after you talk with her." She turned and hastily made her way toward her room

***

Gibbs threw on the clothing he had brought with him, a pair of workout shorts and a tee, and he headed out to find Vicki. He found her sitting on the front porch and sat next to her. "I'm sorry, Vicki," he murmured. He wasn't big on apologies, but she was different, special. He could apologize easily to her, no questions asked.

She looked up at him and sighed, staring back out into the blinding darkness. "Why? You have a point." She grumbled, clearly stubborn. She sighed heavily, "But I suppose I'll accept the apology since I've heard so many stories about how you don't know how. This is the second time now you've said that to me." She laughed softly, leaning back on her hands and sighing softly again.

He laughed and leaned against a support pillar. "There's just something about you, makes me want to prove to you I'm not a total bastard." And it was far easier to be charming when he didn't work with her. He reached out and squeezed her hand softly. "I wasn't given the choice about being turned. But I want to give you that choice if you want to take it." But he wouldn't push her into deciding.

"Even though you totally are?" She asked, grinning and staring at the dark before her. She could hear where he was standing by the sound of his breathing. "And no. If I am going to be changed, I want it to be under circumstance of me dying. And Henry doing it. Because I know if I change I will be attached to the one changing me for at least a year... and if I'm going to become a Vampire I want to at least spend my last year with Henry..." She said softly, sounding almost saddened by the last part.

"I understand." Moving slowly, he sat next to her and wrapped an arm around her. "You love him, don't you?" He was okay with being just a means to an end, but there was something about how he felt with Vicki. It was different than those times he had been with Jen. "If you ever need to come down to DC after you're changed, feel free to look me up. I'm not a territorial vampire."

She swallowed hard at those words. Yes! I do! She wanted to scream it, but she kept it to herself, like she always would. She wasn't going to admit she loved him- nor Mike- or anyone. "No." She finally managed to breathe; casting a blind gaze to what she assumed would be the ground. "And no. I wouldn't feel right coming here. It's your territory." She told him, regardless of if he thought he was territorial. She'd seen Henry when someone had crossed his territory. Like a Hostile cat. She shuddered at the memory, leaning into him and feeling slightly wearier now.

"I'm only territorial about my people," he said softly. "No one hurts them." And he had considered her part of their group once he learned she was Jen's cousin. "I couldn't give a damn about land in the city." He reached over and caressed her cheek softly. "You're Jen's family. You're more than welcome here, with our screwed up little family."

She smiled a little bit, laughing softly and leaning into his hand. "Except I'd never move here because- well I'm Canadian and quite frankly, I prefer it up there." She grinned, "And maybe occasionally, but I'd probably stay up there most of my time, anyway. So anyway, when you came out here you were tense. What happened up there the whole time I've been out here?"

He laughed, realizing the absurdity of it all now. "Jen's a Wer. I've never seen her as a Wer before." He wasn't even sure if he was a full Wer or not. She looked ore like a half-Wer. "Did you know she was?" He told Vicki about Jen's humanlike tabby appearance and shrugged. "The scent of her magic covered the scent of the Wer." As did Ziva's mate-bond scent.

"She is?" She asked, frowning a little. "Oh, right. Yeah..." She made a face at that and sighed inwardly. "It's more a curse, than being Wer. There's a long story behind it though... She's the only one in the family like that. Comes from her dad's side of the family." She said quietly, "Haven't seen her like that in years... I wonder why she changed." She made a thoughtful face, sighing inwardly again.

"A curse?" He was confused. He knew there were all kinds of magic in the world, but he had never heard of curse magic that strong. "How did that happen?" He had never heard this story before. "And I'll bet you that Ziva had convinced her to change. There are parts about her mate she's very curious about."