Timothy McGee
The last time he'd felt so uneasy under someone else's intent stare dated back to when he was still a probie. Needless to say, it had been Gibbs' stare back then.
Despite sharing his uncanny insight, this guy couldn't have been more different from Gibbs. He talked way too much, for one. And he seemed to enjoy teasing people, though he claimed to do it in order to gauge their reaction.
McGee hoped that Director Vance knew what he was doing when he'd required his services as a consultant on their latest case. A serial killer targeting navy officers was bad enough without having a loose cannon to deal with as well.
Still, the man was a valuable asset by all accounts. He'd recently brought a notorious serial killer to justice back in California, and that was the main reason why Vance had called on the California Bureau of Investigation to hand over their golden boy to NCIS – if only for a short while.
Tim had carried out a quick research on the CBI consultant prior to his arrival. Patrick Jane, 43, had lost his wife and daughter to the serial killer Red John. He'd spent the last ten years seeking a personal revenge on the man who'd murdered his family, albeit disguising it in a sociably acceptable manner – that is, working for law enforcement. He'd killed a man in cold blood though, only because he'd introduced himself as Red John.
However, in spite of being well known for his unorthodox methods and erratic behavior, Patrick Jane had eventually managed to get the better of his nemesis and send him straight to death row. It was unclear why he'd decided to hand the serial killer over to the police instead of exacting his revenge as he'd promised, but it was some sort of relief in a way.
McGee wasn't particularly keen on working with a crazed man after all.
"Would you be able to hack into top-secret government data as well?"
He raised a questioning eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"
"I'm just curious, that's all."
"I've actually done it several times already. But it's not… strictly… legal."
The blonde guy graced him with one of his Cheshire Cat grins. "I'm not going to tell anyone, I promise."
Then he went off, dropping a hint about an important errand he had to run. Tim had a shrinking suspicion that the aforementioned errand might have something to do with his ridiculous obsession with tea.
Why Patrick Jane couldn't drink coffee like everybody else was another of the mysteries that McGee had no intention to dwell on.
