Jul 28

Every man who observes vigilantly, and resolves steadfastly, grows unconsciously into genius.

Edward Bulwer-Lytton (1803 - 1873)

Timothy McGee sat in the small coffee shop, his eyes never leaving his target. Gibbs was at the other end of his eyepiece, somewhere outside if he was needed.

Their target was Petty Officer Nelkon, supposedly leaking secrets to a journalist off base if the rumors were true. He certainly seemed to be the only one with the access to the information and who was leaving the base a day or so before the new secrets were published.

And so, while Tony and Ziva were tasked with interviewing everyone on base who had access to the necessary information, all five hundred and forty nine of them, he and Gibbs were tailing their suspect. Despite the extremely long hours he was pulling at the moment to make sure Nelkon didn't leave their sight, Tim felt glad he was doing this job. It was important.

And anything was better than having to interview five hundred and forty nine people, which would take months unless he and Gibbs could gather enough information to arrest Nelkon before then.

He observed as his target lifted his coffee to his lips for a sip, his eyes darting around the shop and settling on a man sitting in a dark corner. Tim allowed himself a sip of his own drink. Perhaps something was about to happen.