The elevator doors opened and McGee walked out, smiling. He has had a good morning so far. He turned the corner into the bullpen. Tony was hunched over at Ziva's desk, typing. He clicked something and he and Ziva burst out laughing.
"Good morning, uh…, what are you two doing?" Ziva looked at McGee and then whispered something into Tony's ear. They both started to laugh again. McGee squirmed in his seat. This reminded him of high school. He sighed; it had been such a good morning. He tried a new approach. "Gibbs is not going to be happy you're wasting time." Tony stood up and walked to the middle of the squad room. He pressed a button on the remote he was holding and a picture of a young McGee appeared on the plasma. It was not exactly McGee at his finest. He had braces and a bad haircut. The picture accompanied an article about McGee winning his high school science fair.
"Would you look at that! Probalicious was a computer geek before computers!" McGee's face set. He stared at his computer and began typing furiously.
"What… about… this?" A web page popped up on the plasma. "It's a group on Facebook made up entirely of women that hate you. Huh, they already have 248 members. AND they've posted links to other sites. Let's take a look…" McGee was grinning ear to ear. He clicked a link.
"McGee! If you value your life, you will stop right now." Tony growled. McGee was about to respond, but then he saw what was on the screen. It was a website dedicated to bashing the entire NCIS Major Case Response Squad. Most of it was stupid, but the third post was frightening. It was a letter to Gibbs
Dear Leroy Jethro Gibbs,
I have infiltrated NCIS. I plan to place a bomb inside. No one is safe.
If you survive the bomb, I will find and kill you. This goes for your team as well.
You have 36 hours to live.
"When was this posted?" Ziva asked, eerily calm.
"I, uh, well…" McGee stuttered.
"McGee! Scroll down!" Tony barked. McGee obliged.
"7:42 Eastern Standard Time." Tony turned to the clock. It was already 8:26. "We gotta tell Gibbs." McGee practically pleaded."
"Tell me WHAT, McGee?" Gibbs had slid in, unnoticed.
"Well, you see, uh, Boss, it would be easier to just show you…"
"Then SHOW ME, McGee!"
"I-It's on the plasma." Gibbs stepped up to the plasma. He squinted.
"Is that a bomb threat?" McGee nodded. Gibbs flipped open his cell phone. "Jen. We got a Code Blue." He paused. "I DON'T KNOW! Ask McGee!" He shoved the phone at McGee. He paled. He had never had a real conversation with the director before. He took a deep breath.
"A threat was posted on .net at 0742. It states that the writer has infiltrated NCIS and they will plant a bomb. It states that if we don't die in the explosion, he will track us and kill us. At the time of posting, we had 36 hours." He paused. "I'm pretty sure I can track it… it's not a very sophisticated set-up…" He begins typing at an insane speed. He had the phone placed precariously between his ear and his shoulder. Gibbs held out his hand. McGee stared at it, confused.
"The phone, McGee."
"Oh, uh, right, of course, Boss." He handed it over and Gibbs returned to his phone.
"McGee's on it. No need to worr—" he stopped. The elevator doors had opened. Out stepped Fornell and a team of agents.
