Back at the office, McGee was cranking through Kent's program with Abby by his side. She was rambling about a concert she wanted to go see.
"So you in McGee?"
"Huh?
"The concert tomorrow night? Please?" Abby whined.
"Oh sure Abby." McGee did like spending time with Abby even though he didn't always like her choice in activities.
Abby smiled and gave McGee a hug. She was worried about him, he was overthinking this whole stalker thing but she was also worried that maybe his concern was in the right place. In all this time that they were friends, previous lovers, and everything in between she was never sure what kind of love she had for him, but it was love non-the-less so therefore she wanted to make sure he was safe, but she couldn't tell anything about this stalker and it was making her frustrated.
"So McGee, what about this super secret sniffer program?"
"Well it is very impressive, he made this program very efficient for running accounting numbers but the BIOs for the sniffer should work well once the program was installed. Maybe they still should, it might help them catch who is stealing money. But it's definitely not Kent, he has barely $3,000 to his name."
Gibbs made them both jump, "Good job McGee, I agree have them install anyway."
"Uh thanks boss."
"Abby, new crime scene photos. We have a Jane Doe, prints on their way up. McGee, help Abby."
"Yes boss."
As Abby pulled up the photos, McGee let out a small gasp. Gibbs did an about face back into the lab.
"McGee?" Abby asked.
"I…is this real?" McGee stuttered out.
Gibbs looked at him, "McGee? What is it?"
"That was a girl I went out to dinner with a few times back in Norfolk, before I was on your team. Her name is Marie Dent. Is she dead because of me?"
Abby and Gibbs looked at each other and back at McGee who looked like he was going to be sick. Just as Gibbs was about to say something, Abby's video phone thrilled. It took Abby a minute to register it.
"Sorry, Ducky, what can I help you with?"
"Is Gibbs with you?
Gibbs moved into view, "What's up Duck?"
"There is note carved into this young women's butt."
"Ducky…" Gibbs started.
"Well it says, McGee is mine bitch."
"What?!" McGee blurted out.
"Oh McGee is with you, I had rather hoped that wasn't the case. My dear boy it is not your fault."
McGee started pacing, "Oh God, I am the reason she is dead. Boss, we have to find this stalker before more die because of me."
"Calm down McGee. Ducky, anything else?"
"Well, why don't you come down here?"
"Ducky, just tell me." Gibbs snapped back.
"Fine, she was beaten before she was shot, once again shot twice in the chest."
McGee had stopped pacing and was now just staring at the video call. He finally spoke up, "Boss, I think it is time we look through my life more. I mean there must be something I am missing."
"Fine, McGee, go through your life. Abby look through the photos. We will have Tony find out more about Marie."
Back in the squad room:
Tony pulled up Marie's records on the screen. "Not much boss, she was clean. Worked at Norfolk as a supply person. Very pretty, nice choice in date McGee."
"Tony it is not funny, she is dead now because of me."
"Just trying to lighten the mood." Tony retorted.
Tony did feel bad for Probie, but his way of dealing with things was to laugh it off, which he thought McGee would appreciate but McGee was a bit too stressed for that.
Gibbs looked at McGee, "Can you remember anything? Or did you find anything?"
McGee sighed, "Honestly no, nothing out of the ordinary. I have some odd emails, maybe that is it, but they look like spam."
"Put them up." Gibbs commented.
Up on the screen were 3 emails. They were short, one just said "you're cute", another said, "I miss you, we really should chat" and the third was a bit longer. "Why are you ignoring me? I thought we had something, we really need to chat. I love you."
"They looked like spam to me boss, so I ignored them." McGee looked resigned.
"McGee, most of us would. Trace it just to see."
"On it boss."
While McGee typed away, Tony and Ziva were silently looking from McGee back to each other. They were both worried about him, he was blaming himself again, just like he did when someone went after Abby because of his second book.
Suddenly a ping went off. "Boss, this email is being sent from Norfolk base, but from the computer lab. I do have time stamps, we can get the security feed and see who was in the lab during those times."
"Do it. Go get Abby."
