Timothy McGhee`s phone rang,loudly, he picked it up immediately.
"Timothy McGhee,"a spooky voice boomed,"I know where you live. I know you work at NCIS. I know what you eat for dinner. I know more about you than you know about yourself. Beware I will be in touch..."
The caller hung up. McGhee thumped his fingers on to his keyboard. He began to type. His fingers wouldn`t move of the keys.
"Crazy Glue ,"McGhee thought. He knew the culprits. Tony and Ziva walked into the room. Tony held a phone, and Ziva held a spooky voice recorder. They hifived each other.
"Poor,poor McGhee," Ziva mocked.
McGhee sighed. It was another one of these days.