"I hope you haven't been waiting long." Special Agent Olivia Dunham said as she entered her official office, the one housed inside the Federal building, and not in some cramped little backroom in the basement of Harvard. Moving across the room she sat down behind the desk and focused on the rooms only other occupant. "I'm sorry I don't believe I got your name." An apologetic smile unconsciously pulled at her lips.
"No not long at all. And it's Tim, Timothy McGee." McGee offered.
Olivia nodded and folded her hands on her desk. "So what can I do for you Mister McGee?"
McGee cleared his throat and sat forward in his chair. "It's Agent actually. Special Agent McGee." Reaching inside of her jacket he pulled out his ID and flipped it open for her to see. "I'm with NCIS."
"NCIS? What does the Navy want with me?" Olivia inquired.
"Nothing actually." McGee placed his ID back into his inside pocket. "I'm here unofficially."
This piped Olivia's interest. "Okay then. Why are you here?"
Pushing himself to his feet McGee walked to the door, closed it, then returned to his seat. "Three months ago I was approached by a man claiming that I had been experimented on as a child. Naturally I thought he was a whacko and threw him out of my apartment. Three days later I was diagnosed with inoperable brain cancer. That same day a packet of information was slipped under my door." Reaching over he picked up a folder that had been laying on the other chair and offered it to Olivia.
"Experimented on?" Olivia swallowed thickly and accepted the folder. The contents surprised her since most of the information hadn't ever been released into the public consciousness. There were detailed papers on Cortexiphan, several articles on ZFT, and a clipping from an old newspaper about the grand opening of Massive Dynamic. After taking a moment to skim the papers she closed the folder and looked up. "Why come to me with this and not your superiors?"
"I wanted to do a little digging to see if the information was legit before it brought it to the attention of my boss. But my inquires must have thrown up red flags because before I knew it was being visited by Special Agent Tobias Fornell, FBI. We're worked cases with him before so when he told me about rumors revolving around this office I decided to see if any of them were true." McGee sighed. "I got five maybe six months, tops, to live. I just want to know if I was experimented on with Cortexiphan and if it somehow caused my cancer."
He'd be the right age. Olivia couldn't help but think. "How long are you in town for?" She inquired.
A rueful smile twisted McGee's lips. "A week. Everyone thinks I'm on vacation."
"Can you meet me outside of the main building on the Harvard Campus tomorrow morning? Around eight-ish?" Olivia asked as she handed the folder back to him.
"Sure." McGee held up his hand. "Keep it. I have a feeling it'll be safer with you than me." Standing he grabbed his coat off the back of the chair and shrugged it on. "Thank you." He told her sincerely as he turned and let himself out.
Olivia sat the folder back down on her desk and unfocused eyes stared at the spot the young man had just vacated. She might want limited contact with Peter but she wasn't going to let her personal problems get in the way of potentially helping a fellow Agent. Especially when said fellow Agent could be another Cortexiphan kid like she had been.