I feel we've all been in Tony's shoes before. Thanks to blood-stained-rag-doll for the name!

"No, no, no, don't do that…"

McGee turned and watched as Tony frantically jammed at his keyboard and pleaded with his computer. "Oh, no, no, that's not good. Please stop. Please let me see that file."

"Computer issues?" McGee deadpanned.

Ziva stood and walked to Tony's desk, peering at the monitor. "Oh, yes, McGee. I have not seen anything like this before."

"Steve hates me," Tony announced glumly, sitting back in his chair.

"Steve?" McGee finally rose and approached the other two. "Who is Steve, and why is he relevant to your computer issues?"

"Steve is my computer," Tony replied. "And he hates me."

"You named your computer?" Ziva asked, taking a step away from Tony and staring at him.

"You named your computer Steve?" McGee clarified. "Maybe that's why it hates you."

"There's nothing wrong with the name Steve," Tony said, sounding offended. "Tons of great people are named Steve. It's a rich, storied name, with plenty of-"

"Wow," McGee interrupted, finally getting a look at Tony's monitor. Several windows were flashing on the screen, popping up for a second or two, only to be replaced by another window almost immediately. "That's pretty special. What did you do?"

"Nothing," Tony moaned, sounding completely convinced of his innocence. "I had a bunch of things open, and then I clicked on a link from an email and this just… happened."

"A link?" McGee said, shoving Tony out of the way. The older man stood, and McGee sat in his chair, studying the computer. "Who was the email from?"

"An old college buddy," Tony replied. "Said he found a site that lets you download… well… yeah, it was from a guy I knew forever ago. Kinda weird, actually, that he'd send me something. We haven't talked in ages."

"Tony," McGee said slowly, turning to look at him. "You clicked a link that promised you free porn? At work?"

"No!" Tony insisted. "Anyway, why would Alec have sent me some weird computer glitch thingy? We weren't best friends or anything, but we got along okay." Tony's face shifted suddenly. "Well, except for that month or two where I dated his ex-girlfriend…"

"Classy," McGee muttered, turning back to the problem at hand. With a few quick taps on the keyboard, he returned the windows to their regular, non-flashing state.

"You saved Steve," Tony breathed. "You saved his life. You're like some sort of computer wizard. You're… McPotter."

McGee rolled his eyes. "Sure, Tony."

"Steve and I will never forget this," Tony promised. "Thanks, McGee."

McGee opened Tony's email program, found an email from Alec Marcer, and pointed to the screen.

"It says right there that it's 'too good to be true'," McGee said, tracing a line with his fingertip. "Take that advice, Tony. You downloaded a virus."

"Oh," Tony said, ducking his head.

"Yeah," McGee confirmed. "And not only did you get the virus, you sent this email to everyone in your address book."

Tony looked horrified. "I did not!"

"The virus did, though," McGee continued. "So you're going to want to send an email to everyone in your contacts and tell them that they shouldn't open the link."

"Everyone?" Tony asked morosely. "I have a ton of people in there." His face turned horrified. "Oh no. Did that link send itself to my Aunt Marcia? Because that would just so not be good…"

"I'd bet yes," McGee said, standing and returning to his own desk. "Send the email, Tony."

Ziva was still standing behind Tony's desk. "Wait a minute," she said, peering at the words in the email. "This is not a link for pornography. It is a site with-"

"Say it and die," Tony growled, shoving her away from the screen. "Don't ever bring it up again, do you hear me?"

Ziva smiled slowly. "Oh, Tony, I will not tell anyone… right now. But I will remember this information."

Tony dropped his head in his hands and groaned.

You can draw your own conclusions as to what the email really contained. Personally, I think it was a link for free chocolate chip cookie recipies, revealing to the world Tony's secret love for baking.

Also, my computer at work is named Steve. It's helpful to name your machinery; that way you have something to yell when your computer crashes or loses a file or something like that. Trust me. (The IT people think I'm insane.)