It's Work In Progress but hopefully by the time I post the chapters already written it will be finished as well.

Prologue

"When one creates phantoms for oneself, one puts vampires into the world, and one must nourish these children of a voluntary nightmare with one's blood, one's life, one's intelligence, and one's reason, without ever satisfying them"

Eliphas Levi

He was happy the case had been solved. Every time he and his team succeeded, if that was even the right verb to use and deep down he knew it wasn't, to solve a case, a feeling of doing right and well was settling inside him. And that was the reason he continued doing it. He could and would have stayed at Mexico, drinking, laughing and fooling around with Mike, but he had really missed this feeling over there, in the clear air and the blue sea.

That feeling that returned when he saved Ziva, when he and Tobias with his own team "succeeded" to right a wrong. So he had come back to a place he didn't want to call "home" and to a team he didn't want to call "family". It was the only plausible solution despite him being hurt too many times in his life. He didn't want anyone else enter in the heart and mind of L.J. Gibbs so he had thought that by leaving them he wouldn't have to deal with everything a "new family" would bring to him; both happiness and pain. He was wrong of course. Abby, Ducky, Tony, Ziva and McGee had already found their way in. Where? It would have been extremely sappy to say heart, but he knew that was it. Jenny had managed that too a long time ago but strangely enough she wasn't the same person any more and yet, she was. He did have in his own way a family that could never replace the one lost, but hey, life wasn't perfect.

He entered his unlocked house to find that someone had already come in; someone had touched his furniture, had searched his cupboards, selves and drawers and had even gone down in his basement. It wasn't probably supposed to be so easy to understand the breaking in but he was a well trained agent with his instinct working overtime and really, his intruder hadn't done the best of job to cover their his tracks. A scent of an after shave, a totally unfamiliar smell to Gibbs was still floating in the atmosphere down in the basement since he had closed the windows the night before and the smells, any smell, remained for long.

Still, Gibbs wasn't worried. It wasn't the first time someone had come in his house while he wasn't there. The fact that he was rude enough to look around changed nothing. Nothing to worry about. Except that there was something to worry about and he noticed it as he climbed the stairs and went back to the kitchen. A note on the bench and typed letters took him to a small journey back in time.

He Will Pay!

That note evoked more than one questions in Gibbs mind. Who was "he"? Why was

"he" going to pay? And why should be any of Gibbs' concern said He, Gibbs didn't know. Of course he wondered who the man who had made the threat as well was. The only other time… no! It wasn't possible. And what was all about it? It would have been much more understandable if instead of "he" was a "she" and he would have called any woman he had any kind of affair that he could consider, even for one minute, serious and check if she was safe. But, there wasn't a "she" thus making his life more difficult.

He went up to his bedroom and the same smell hit him fully along with another one he didn't really want to ponder about it. He looked closely the sheets and saw they were clean and he was certain there'd be no fingerprints. He couldn't believe it. There was another note attached on his pillow. HIS pillow!

We Belong Together!

He had a stalker! And he didn't only have a stalker, he had a male stalker who apparently thought that an innocent "he" was going to pay about something that only existed in the lunatic's mind. Gibbs' cool gaze took everything in. then he called DiNozzo and Ducky and on second thought McGee too. He needed his agents to help him collect evidence and he wanted to make sure Ducky was alright while thinking who the man in danger because of him was and if his stalker could indeed be the one he thought. But that was impossible. He should have been in prison. Unless….

And Tim wasn't answering his mobile.