"Do you have something to say, Mr. Getz?"
Nate literally squeaks. "No!" He coughs and tries- and fails, badly- to act calmer. "No, no, n-nothing to say."
"Hmmm." Hetty looks doubtful. "Well, if you manage to finish that profile, don't hesitate to share it."
She walks off. Nate groans, thumping his head against his desk.
"Something wrong, Nate?"
He glares weakly up at Sam. "Yes."
"What did she come up with now?"
Nate hands the agent his phone wordlessly. Sam glances at the screen and immediately snorts, grinning.
"What did you do to deserve this?"
Nate groans again, hiding his face. "I have no idea."
A paper airplane boinks off the back of the psychologist's skull. He jumps.
"That's Kensi's favorite airplane design," Sam points out as Nate picks it up.
"I should have realized…"
Sam takes the unfolded piece of paper from his hand.
It reads:
'THE LOLcats WILL STOP WHEN ALL COPIES OF THE KARAOKE VIDEO HAVE BEEN DESTROYED.'