A/N: thanks for the review! it was very appreciated :) Here's another chapter, its a tad bit shorter than the rest but its definitely a nail bitter! enjoy :)
Tony and Ziva searched through the crime scene photos, both speechless as each image flowed its way onto the TV screen in the bullpen. Gibbs instructed them to find clues within the rather very detailed pictures McGee took, which surprised both Tony and Ziva for they knew that McGee was easily disgusted by things like these. The Doll-Maker had left his mark in every detail imprinted upon the victims. These were the true Raggedy dolls compared to his first victims, or at least the first victims they have found. Ziva hesitated every time Tony clicked the remote changing each picture displayed. Her experience in killing was quick and simple, a shot to the head and done. This seemed far worse than that as well as the torture she experienced and witness back in Somalia. The Doll-Maker could have done this when they were alive; she hoped that they were dead while this horrific process occurred but there was no telling for sure until Ducky confirmed it.
"Any thoughts…McGee?" she asked shyly as she moved her eyes away from the screen to face him. McGee sat quietly at his desk observing the photos through his computer screen. He felt like these photos were a memory, as though he was present during the time of the kill. McGee could tell that both of them as well were quite disturbed by this, which did make him a tad bit better. It made him feel less crazy. He wondered if they too were seeing things, but he was too shy to ask. Who would ask such a thing? And McGee himself knew that he would never have the courage to confess his hallucinations! People would think he was crazy! He's not crazy. This is a normal reaction to this sort of situation. He told himself that every time The Doll-Maker came crawling through his head. It's normal, it will go away.
"He stuffed them," he blurted out remembering The Doll-Maker's description in his head. Ziva and Tony gave him confused looks. McGee realized quickly that that comment was a one way ticket to his confession, so he quickly covered up his tracks. "They are dolls aren't they? Raggedy Dolls to be exact. Raggedy Dolls aren't dolls that are made of glass or any other hard breakable material, they are stuffed. Ducky said that they have been dead for days, and they don't smell rotten so it would only make sense."
Tony and Ziva nodded their heads in agreement which made a quick save for McGee. He felt that he should at least tell them of what The Doll-Maker described but in a way that looked as though he had thought of it himself logically.
"If you're right, then he must have killed them before…dressing them up," Ziva commented with a small stutter near the end.
"They were stuffed!" Gibbs said as he entered the bullpen. "Ducky says that The Doll-Maker wanted them to look like legitimate Raggedy Dolls. Abby also found the same bio-oil used on the first victims on their skin to 'hide' the scarring of the stitches."
McGee's widened when he remembered The Doll-Maker holding a small bottle of oil during his hallucination in autopsy. What is going on? Why is he seeing things that turn out to be true? He shook his head and decided that he would write about it when he got home. Writing was his passion, and he hoped that it could cure whatever he's got.
-x-
Weeks went by like a blink of an eye and the newspapers flooded with news about The Doll-Maker and his new victims. Initially he started with pairs then sometimes went to individuals. The victims, however, were not linked at all! Except if they were in pairs, but each kill was placed upon random selection. Only a few were Navy workers but most were citizens. NCIS had no choice but to make a joined case with the FBI. The team began to put aside their shock upon the dreadfulness of the cases and focused more on The Doll-Maker himself. What kind of man is he? Ducky suggested a Psychopath, but was he really crazy? Or was he just an artist using the human body as his materials? That still sounded like a crazy person to the team, except McGee. He spent his hours after work writing and writing. His fingers expressed words upon his pages that he normally wouldn't use. His descriptions became clearer and clearer as he wrote about every kill. One would think that this was a biography of the killer that will soon be published to the public once he is caught and imprisoned. But that thought did not run through McGee's mind. His mind was twisted like a mix of wires scrambled in a fuse box. His fuse of a mind over heated every night as he poured out words and words to describe The Doll-Maker.
"You seemed to be fond of me. I like the way you show my passion upon paper. I like it…no I love it. Your words are art. Your own piece of art," The Doll-Maker's voice whispered through McGee's ears as he continued to write. McGee whispered back the words, "piece of art." It trailed on the tip of his tongue every time he said it. Art. His art. Writing.
-x-
The light was dim as it pushed its way out of the lamp spreading across the work table providing enough light for the worker's taste. McGee sat down in front of the desk and pulled out a hard pinkish material thick and floppy. He took out a hammer and began to hit it till it thinned out. He placed his finished piece under another lamp drying it out a little until he took it and sanded it. The material finally became as thin as a piece of paper after a few hours of the same routine. He smiled at himself proudly. He walked towards his type writer that stood lonely upon an empty table holding only the type writer and a stack of the same thin material. He took the one he finished and placed it into the type writer. He began to type. The material was so smooth and absorbent that the ink dried immediately after contact. McGee glanced over to see his freezer slightly open. He grunted as he got up and walked towards the kitchen to close it. He opened to secure anything that could be hanging out. He shut the door, as his secret laid inside of it missing its outer layer.
Was McGee Hallucinating? or was he not? :O please tell me what you think! i really love reviews! :) BTW I am not crazy creepy as what I am writing I swear! I just watch a lot of weird TV and Movies that give me ideas! plus like my bio says i like to write different so here is different :D