Sensing Evil

"Don't," Tony bit out, low and dangerous. "Don't say a word." There was nothing Gibbs could say that would make this better,
that would make Tony feel less guilty, that would bring back that little girl.
They pulled up to the house, and Tony got out of the car and strode for the door.
"Anthony," a voice said.
Tony looked around, looked back at Gibbs. "You say something?"
Gibbs just shook his head.
"Do you see what your interference has done?" the voice said.
Tony put on a pair of gloves and tried the door. It was unlocked. He pushed it open, wondering if he could stand to see this, if
he'd be able to do his job.
"You're useless, Anthony. Worse than useless. Dangerous. You are the one responsible for choosing this victim. And such a
sweet victim she was, too."
"Shut the fuck up," Tony hissed.
"What'd you say, DiNozzo?" Gibbs said, standing right behind him.
"Nothing," Tony answered. "Let's get this over with."
They were all in the dining room. Extra leaves had been put in the table and there was plenty of room for a largish dinner party.
Mom and dad were at their ends of the table, and Melody was on a booster seat. There were gaping holes in their chests where
their hearts had been ripped out. Another hole lower where their livers used to be.
"I did her last, Anthony. She watched as I started with her parents, as I arranged them at the table. She sat there with tears
running down her face as I ripped through their chests and pulled out their still beating hearts. They actually do continue to
beat, you know."
Tony tried to shut out the voice, but his reserves were shot. He felt hands touching him and he shied away right into Gibbs.
"You all right?" Gibbs asked him.
Tony barked out a mirthless, incredulous, laugh. "You're kidding, right?"
"Right," Gibbs said. "Stupid question."
There was a noise at the door and Tony could hear McGee and Kate come in and go to Gibbs to get their orders. Tony walked
around the table. There were placecards at the other five seats. He picked one up; it read: Special Agent Caitlin Todd.
"I have to thank you for choosing this particular family, Anthony", the voice continued.
He felt a hand touch his cheek, another one touch his ass. He tried to focus on his aura, but everything felt out of reach.
"They were planning a party tonight to announce that there'd be a new little brother coming along in a few months. The rest of
the guests should be arriving shortly."
"Gibbs," Tony said. "Company's coming. Have someone watch outside."
"How do you know that?" Gibbs asked sharply.
Tony didn't answer. He picked up the next placecard. Special Agent Timothy McGee. The thought of this monster creating these
cards with his co-workers names on them felt filthy to Tony. He felt soiled, could feel it contaminating his body every second
he stood in this room.