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Me: *sneek a peek from a corner* Heh!... hey everyone... I know it was a long time since I adopted this fic but as my current readers know, my laptop got corrupted so its going to be a while before you get to see a new chapter for this story. But be patient please! My technitian is getting the parts as I type so it wont be long.

*clings to McGee* Why can't I know someone as awesome as you in real life? *bawls*

McGee: * awkwardly hugs back* I-I'm sorry...

Me: *sigh* Anyways... enjoy...

Just in case... !ADOPTED FROM Jessie Rose 911! CHP 1 to 3 are not of my own creation! ANYTHING AFTER IS!

Tim sighed as he regarded the rainy sky. He was standing at the windows by the bullpen, holding a steaming cup of coffee. Soon. Soon would be the full moon, and he was out of the potion that kept him from turning. Turning into a monster.

Gibbs watched his youngest agent from his desk. Tim was tense, worried, and he wanted to know why. Usually that was his position, standing by the windows with coffee in hand.

Tony looked curiously at Tim, but let him alone. His business.

Ziva was more concerned. She had noticed that this particular mood came every month, followed quickly by exhaustion for a couple of days. Most would've likened these symptoms to PMS, but she knew he was definitely male. Geeky, but male. What happened every month to make him so apprehensive?

Tim continued staring as a nearly full moon finally made its appearance from behind the clouds. His light blue green eyes flashed an eerie silver and he heard the far-off howls of wolves.

(Scene Change/Time Jump)

On bored the CHIMERA, the team left Ducky to his autopsy. They had found two bodies so far, each ripped apart beyond recognition, like a bear or something similar had gotten to them. This was a ridiculous notion, as they were out in the middle of the ocean on a U.S. Naval ship. But Gibbs's gut told him otherwise.

They were in a holding bay, creeping among the crates, when a distant howl made them all come to a standstill. "Damn," Tony swore quietly. His face was white.

"What the hell…" murmured Gibbs. Ziva stayed quiet. Tim remained a statue, and then sniffed the air experimentally. Whatever odor he detected was evidently both alarming and unpleasant. Gibbs raised an eyebrow at him. "What?" he asked. Tim shook his head and was about to say something when his face twisted into a pained expression. He doubled over, grabbing a nearby stair railing for support.

"McGee?" Ziva's concerned question was answered by a growl. Instead of backing away like normal humans, the team stepped forward. They wanted to help him. He wrenched away from them, accidentally taking the railing with him. An earsplitting snap heralded the steel's surrender to McGee's super-human strength. Ziva, Tony, and Gibbs stared at their comrade, while Tim stared at the metal in his hand. Then he looked up at them, fear featured plainly on his face. He dropped the railing, turned, and ran. The rest ran after him, calling his name. Eventually, he lost them.

"Now what?" Tony snapped, sweaty and breathless, leaning on the wall.

"I don't know, Dinozzo, you tell me!" growled Gibbs in return.

"Enough! We won't find him this way." The men quieted at Ziva's words. Just as Gibbs was about to say something, a great howl tore through the air. It wasn't a hunting howl like they had heard earlier, but one whose owner was in incredible pain. This howl was joined by the first hunting howl, which was somehow lower and gravellier. There was two now. The remainder of the team stared at each other, wide eyed.

"We're gonna die…" Tony murmured. He was far from comforted when neither Gibbs nor Ziva corrected him.

They continued to look for Tim, praying the entire time that he was still alive. The periodic howls from both ends of the ship set their nerves on edge. "Oh, Madre Del Dios…" Tony breathed. Gibbs and Ziva were nervous at his abnormal curse. They ran to him, as he was around the corner. Tony stood, staring at a heap of torn clothing. McGee's clothing. Gibbs kneeled, and to their horror, pulled Tim's badge and gun from the pile. Their only comfort was that there was no blood.

They took Tim's clothing with them, and moved on. They were nearing the lab that Ducky was using when a growl sounded very close behind them. They spun around in unison, and then gasped. Ziva began saying a hasty prayer in Hebrew, while Tony, surprisingly, did the same in both English and Spanish. A huge black wolf, as tall as a man while on all fours, with blood red eyes stalked toward them. It was one of the most evil things Gibbs had ever seen.

The monster lunged, but Gibbs was able to scramble back just in time. Shots rang out, but Tony's and Ziva's bullets only seemed to irritate the beast. It shook its head, snarling, and then lunged again at the nearest target: Tony. Tony let out a terrified scream; he was cornered. Just before the snapping jaws met their target, a brown streak pushed the demon wolf away. They demon and its attacker rolled around, fur flying, until they untangled themselves and circled each other. The attacker was also a wolf, with light brown fur and eerie silver eyes. This one was just as tall as the first, but thinner and wirier.

The brown one snapped furiously, and the fight resumed. Despite its tamer appearance, the brown one was a vicious fighter; it eventually managed to bite down on the demon's back leg and hang on for dear life. The first wolf gave an anguished howl. They struggled some more, until the black one gave the brown a vicious kick to the head. The brown let go and the black hightailed it out of the area.

The brown lay down with a doggy sigh, and didn't move. Just to be on the safe side Tony and Gibbs kept their guns trained on the great wolf. Ziva, however, crept closer to it. "Ziva! What the hell are you doing?" Tony stage whispered.

"I'm going to see if the one who saved your ass is alright," she replied, sending him a glare. The brown monster shifted. The humans froze. "Hello, Wolf. May I come closer?" Ziva crooned to the giant. Some would call her crazy, but the beast responded well: it wagged its tail. Ever so slowly, Ziva placed her hand on the massive head. Gibbs and Tony held their breath. The tail wagged harder, and a long red tongue lolled out of the panting mouth. A little whine contradicted the beast's size, and the agents could almost believe that it was tame.

The demon growled from somewhere in the depths of the ship, and the brown wolf sprang in front of Ziva and growled back, obviously protecting her. Silence.

Gibbs decided he didn't hate the overgrown mutt, and cautiously approached it and Ziva. He was surprised when the beast actually leaned into his touch when he patted it behind the ears. Tony came next, murmuring praises as if he were talking to a faithful lapdog. Had they been hit by they frantically wagging tail, they would've been knocked over.

"Come on, let's go check on Ducky," Gibbs said tiredly after a moment. The other two nodded and followed him. They only looked at each other with raised eyebrows when the wolf followed them.

"Ducky! You alright?" Gibbs called into the seemingly deserted lab.

"Fine, Jethro. I'm just running some tests. My, my, who do we have here?" Ducky called from the corner of the lab. His eyes had gone wide at the sight of the team's new companion. "Say, where's Timothy?" He sounded very concerned.

"El Diablo got him," Tony said morosely. He was smacked on the back of the head. Hard. "He was in pain, and grabbed a metal railing for support. When we came closer to see what we could do, he wrenched away from us and took the railing with him. He was so strong, Ducky! No one has enough strength to snap steal! And he did it without thinking. Then he got scared and ran off. We couldn't keep up with him. Later, we found his clothes all ripped up along with his gun and badge. At least there was no blood…" he continued.

Ducky was very worried, to say the least. "What caused the pain, do you know?"

"No. He just doubled over right after we first heard the howling," Ziva explained.

Ducky nodded, frowning. Then he beckoned Gibbs over and started examining the minor injuries he had sustained since he had seen him last. "Tell me what all that growling and snarling was earlier."

Gibbs, Tony, and Ziva told Ducky how the brown wolf had saved their lives from "El Diablo", as Tony had taken to calling the black wolf. As they did this, Ducky tended to Tony and Ziva after Gibbs.

"If that demon," she spat the noun, "has a name, then our friend here must have a name also." Ziva was quite adamant about it. She thought hard. "I got it!" she announced. "He will be called Adir. It means great, mighty, and powerful."

Ducky regarded the brown mass of fur, who was stretched out on the floor between him and Ziva. He knelt down beside the beast and ran his hands through the thick coat, looking for injuries. He found plenty. "A good name, indeed, a very good name," he murmured.

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