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Authors note: Sorry for the crappy ending last time. I kind of forgot it wasn't finished when I uploaded it. Hehe…. My bad. I replaced the chapter though and added some new stuff. It won't make a difference if you don't read the updated version. I am going on vacation on the 29th for a week. So I will not updated for 1.5-2 weeks.

P.S. 'Reality Clue' is officially scrapped, Visitation Rights is over, but as my most popular fic, I will be thinking up plots over my one-week vacation for the second. Once NCIS starts again in season four, 'Stuffed' will have a new fic each week on Bert's point of view at that episode. Basically everything that goes on in the lab in that episode, including things that I think happened when the cameras weren't turned towards the lab, or so to say.

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You just shot me

That 80's suspect

I grumbled as I threw everything in the trunk. Tony had snatched the back seat, so I was stuck with front. Gibbs was already waiting in the car, and Tony was looking bored, "What took you so long Probie?" I flinched; there he went calling me Probie again. If he never called me that, I wouldn't have had that fight with Abby.

Before my seat belt was even buckled Gibbs sped away, jerking the car out of the driveway. "What'd we get?" he growled.

"A body." Tony replied smartly.

"Stop being a smart ass, DiNozzo."

"Sorry, Boss. We got the cap to a needle and a letter… plus a body." He added the last part with a smile. Gibbs shook his head, not amused. The rest of the drive was in silence, except for the hum of the NCIS van as it went along.

Once back at NCIS Gibbs snatched the Letter and put it down on his desk, it read:

Dear mister Sean Yenom,

I'm quite pleased to inform you about a brilliant plan to assassinate you. I of course, am the genius who invented this plan I may strike at anytime anywhere. You are not safe, even in your own home.

Sincerely,

Jason Vladimir Sercause

"How stupid is this guy?" Tony asked after reading the letter, "Who signs their name?"

"Maybe someone who was planning on burning the letter, or disposing of it some other way?" I questioned.

"Maybe, but it's a pretty big mistake to forget to get rid of your death threat to the guy you killed." Gibbs said, "Take that to Abby, DiNozzo. McGee I want you to get Jason Vladimir's address.

"On it boss." I said in unison with Tony. I couldn't help feeling relieved that he sent Tony down instead of me. I wasn't quite ready to confront Abby. I spent the next ten minutes searching for Sercause's address and other information, and was baffled by what I found.

"Gibbs, you should see this." I said, at the same time Tony walked into the bullpen. Gibbs walked over to my computer, and narrowed his eyes.

"Our guy's eighty years old." Gibbs stated almost in a shocked voice. That peaked Tony's interest, he walked over just to see if it was true, and read off the information I'd pulled up.

"Jason Vladimir Sercause:

Born: August 7th, 1926

Birthplace: Columbus Ohio

Current residence: 149 Oak street, Philadelphia Pennsylvania, and zip code 19111

And his MySpace says he enjoys Musicals, Phillies games, reading, and watching 'The surreal life' and he has three tattoos." Tony gave me a confused look, "Are you sure this is right?"

"Positive."

"Oh and your never going to believe this, he's here in Washington for the week." I added.

"Good job, McGee." Gibbs said, "Although, I'm not entirely sure how you found out he had a MySpace."

"I found out he had a Fanfiction dot net account, and the link was on his profile." I replied. Tony gave me an 'I can't believe you' look. I shrugged.

"Where's this guy staying McGee?" Gibbs barked, going to his desk to his gun.

"With his daughter." I said, "Oh god, no address. I don't have his daughter's name or address!" I panicked.

"McGee are you okay?" Tony asked me, "You look like you don't have the address. You do don't you."

"Erm, well you see." I started and blurted out the rest quickly, "I don't have a name or address."

Gibbs glared and grumbled, "You could have told me that before." And sat down at his desk.

"Sorry, Boss." I mumbled, than flinched as Gibbs reminded me never to say your sorry.

"Go, home." Gibbs said, "Both of you. I want you back here tomorrow, on time."

"Are you feeling all right, Boss?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, fine." Gibbs said in a brisk tone, "Why?"

"Because, you never let us go home until a case is solved."

"Hey, if you want to stay that's fine with me. I'll be in MTAC." Gibbs shrugged and walked off.

Tony glanced at me, and I glanced back muttering, "That was different…"

"D'you think he caught whatever Ziva has?" Tony asked.

"I think that's only logical reason." I said in a confused voice, "He did say we could go though."

Tony perked up and was reaching for his bag when Gibbs' phone rang. Tony glanced at me and picked up the Phone, "Gibbs' line DiNozzo speaking."

"…"

"Okay, I'll put it on speaker, and have McGee go get Gibbs."

I heard this and darted up the stairs towards MTAC, I carefully opened the door, and said, "Boss?" He looked up expecting me to continue, "Some one's on your phone. I don't know who, Tony picked it up."

"What's he doing picking up my phone?" Gibbs barked and rushed towards the door. I followed him like a lost puppy all the way down where Tony was talking to the person on the phone.

"No way, the best movie ever was 'poltergeist'!" Tony was saying.

"Tony, Face it, the best movie ever was 'Rocky Horror'." Abby voice came out of the speakerphone.

"I'll take your word f-" Gibbs cut off Tony.

"What'cha got Abs?" Gibbs asked.

"Okay, so," Abby started, "So I found out from doctors that neither Yenom or Sercause where diabetic." Gibbs started saying something, but Abby said something first, "Not done Gibbs. The death threat's handwriting, does not match Sercause's. Finally, The print on the cap matches one Michael Tredwater."