One.
Timothy McGee groaned as he phone started to ring.
Even though the day at the "agency" was slow, he was just starting to doze off and that obnoxious ringing was not helping his sleep.
The agency being a office in the back of his house.
"McGee, private instigator. How may I help you?" Tim asked, as he picked up the phone, stifling a yawn.
"Mr. McGee?" A woman's voice asked.
"Yes, that's me." Tim replied as he twirled the phone cord around his finger.
Even though most people had cordless phones, Tim had always enjoyed the sensation of the ability to twirl the cord.
"This is Mary DiNozzo..." The voice said softly.
"As in THE Mary DiNozzo? Whose husband is basically the Bruce Wayne of the modern world?" Tim sat forward and all drowsiness was erased.
"Yes..Tony, is my husband..Listen, I need your help.." Mary said in a low tone.
"What with?" Tim asked as he reached across his desk and grabbed a pen and notepad.
"Could we meet somewhere? I don't feel safe on the phone." Mary replied.
"Where?" Tim uncapped the pen, ready to write.
"A coffee shop, off of Smith Street...Next to the cinema."
Tim wrote down the meeting place and then turned his attention back to the phone, "When?"
"Tomorrow. Noon." Mary said quickly.
"Alrightly then.." Tim finished his noted and closed the notepad.
"Is that all, Mrs. DiNozzo?"
"Yes." Mary said softly as the line went dead.
"Strange woman.." Tim sighed and shook his head, thinking about the call.
Maybe Mr. DiNozzo was in trouble, and his wife wanted help.
Whatever the case, this was a big deal.
And that simple fact made Tim grin.