NCIS

"Wow… holy cow, your laptop is amazing," Tim said and Rhiana merely smiled.

"One of my friends works for the FBI, I have her upgrade it whenever we get the chance to meet up because of her schedule," Rhiana explained and she accessed her e-mail for him. Tim went to work again and downloaded all the e-mails from her brother to his hard drive.

"That's awesome. Is this all, there aren't very many," Tim mumbled and Rhiana scoured through the list, making sure that all of the e-mails were there. Nodding, she retreated back to her seat, cradling her foam cup of coffee. Tim glanced at Rhiana every now and again, but he mostly kept his eyes on the e-mails.

"Where was he stationed when he sent these?" Tim asked, slightly confused about the IP address.

"He was onboard some ship; I'm not sure what the name was. He was supposed to be in town since last week," Rhiana said absentmindedly and Tim nodded as he confirmed what she said; the IP address matched a ship that had recently docked the week before.

"Why did he seem weird in the messages he sent?"

"Because he didn't describe as much as he used to. It's like…" Rhiana paused for a second, "it had been like he was hiding a lot of stuff now. He explained in the first few that his commander hadn't like the way he was describing where they were. But that's understandable," Rhiana explained and a sound notified that Rhiana had a new e-mail.

Standing, Rhiana leaned over the laptop and checked it, not even noticing her proximity to Tim was making him crazy. Her brow furrowed with concern as she read the e-mail. "Oh, no," she whispered and stepped away from the laptop like it was some venomous snake. Tim didn't ask questions as he scanned through the e-mail.

Dear she-bitch,

Don't mess with my damn head anymore! I heard about your stupid brother and good riddance! He was only in the way because he thought he knew everything about me! Well, I guess I don't have that problem anymore.

You KNOW Who It Is

Tim looked back at Rhiana, who was shaking in shock; he didn't want to touch her because of her last reaction. "Rhiana, who is this," he demanded and Rhiana merely stumbled to sit in the chair she had pulled up to see what McGee had been doing.

"I-It's an old boyfriend. My brother kept pestering me to get restraining orders against him and his harassment. It was a bad decision on my end; I thought I could change him. It fell through about a month after we started dating. I thought I had all my backdoors covered, but he found a way through them. My only guess is that he got a bogus e-mail address and is using a computer at a public place. Damn it!" Rhiana spat and cradled her cup of coffee once more as Gibbs, Tony, and Ziva exited the elevator.

"What's his name, Rhiana?" Tim asked and that question brought the attention of the trio returning.

"Eric Mullins," Rhiana whispered and stared absently at her foam cup of coffee; black with ¼ cup cream.

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McGee briefed Jethro on the update quietly as Rhiana listened absently to her MP3 player. "One of her old boyfriends is harassing her. He said in the e-mail that he knew about her brother's death. We traced the IP address back to an internet café about 10 miles from here. The cashier remembers him only because he was mumbling to himself. Rhiana guessed that had been his move and she doesn't want to leave the building until this has been resolved," Tim explained and Gibbs thought it over for a moment.

"What do we have on him?" he asked and McGee displayed the record on the flat screen.

"It seems our suspect has had a few brushes with the law. DUI, fleeing officers, resisting arrest, a few domestic calls; he's broken his restraining orders before and has been charged with premeditated attempted murder," Ziva said, almost surprised at the record as Tony stepped up beside her.

"He's not a happy camper. We do have evidence that he's broken the restraining orders held against him; what do we do, boss?" Tony asked and Gibbs scowled.

"Ziva, DiNozzo, bring him in. Eric Mullins, find him and make sure he doesn't know she's here," he specified as Tony and Ziva entered the elevator arguing lightly and the conversation ended as the steel doors slid shut. Tim glanced at Rhiana briefly; Gibbs caught the motion and walked to McGee's station.

"You're both into techno-babble, go talk to her, McGee!" Gibbs almost growled and Tim looked up from his research into the IP addresses and Mullins' current e-mails.

"What?" he asked.

"Go talk to Agent Stoller. Take her to Abby's lab, anything," Gibbs ordered and Tim stood from his desk, entering the small side room to speak with Rhiana.