NCIS - The next day.
Abby's Lab.
Gibbs places the evidence bags on Abby's table. "Hey, where's my Caf-Pow?"
"Abs!"
"O.K. What case are these from?"
"No case. I just want them checked for fingerprints. Can you do it?"
"Of course. I've done all I can on the other team's cases for now. I'd be honored, thrilled, delighted" Abby turns from her machines and realises Gibbs has left "to help you".
Squad Room.
As Gibbs enters the bullpen DiNozzo calls out "Boss the Director wants to see you." Gibbs heads up the stairs to the Director's office.
"I wonder what that's about?" queries Tony welcoming the distraction from the paperwork he's been fighting with most of the morning.
"If we need to know we'll find out soon enough." responds Ziva calmly.
"Probie, what do you think it might be?"
McGee doesn't reply staring at the piece of paper in his hand.
"Probie! I asked you a question." McGee still does not reply and Tony exchanges a glance with Ziva across the squad room.
"Ouch. What was that for Tony?" McGee rubs the back of his head.
"For not answering when asked a question by your Senior Field Agent. What is so interesting anyway? Your latest sales figures?"
"No, it's this letter I received."
"Oh, more crazy fan mail for the famous Mr Gemcity?" Tony exchanges a smile with Ziva.
"No. It's"
"A death threat?" interupts Ziva suddenly looking more interested.
"I don't know quite what it is."
"Read it out then" order his colleagues simultaneously.
"Ah, mmmm"
"Probie!"
"Alright. It says She never loved you. You could never make her happy. Women have needs and you were just a convenient, warm male body. You helped her scratch that itch but you could never satisfy her. It's not you she wants. It's not your face she wants to stroke and not your eyes she wants to gaze into night after night across crumpled sheets. It's not your hair she desires to run her hands through over and over again. It's not your body she yearns to touch every part of with those succulent, silky lips. It's not you she wants touching her. Not your hands, lips, tongue she wishes to know the very essence of her. It's not you she wants deep inside her. Filling her and making her whole. It's not you whose name she longs to scream with pleasure and moan in pain. It was never you Timmy."
McGee looks up to see Tony with his mouth open and Ziva smiling at him in her worldly wise way. "What kind of a nutcase have you got yourself involved with Probie?"
"I'm not seeing anyone at the moment Tony."
"What about that chick in legal?"
"We broke up three weeks ago and she'd split from her boyfriend four months before we even got together. I have no idea who this could be from." Tim says looking worried.
"There's no easy way to trace who sent it. You could get Abby to process it for prints I guess but that's costly and as we can't definitively tie it to a case...." Tony thinks aloud.
"Whoever wrote this is clearly a cockatoo McGee. This guy appears to be taking satisfaction in your failure to be the one this woman wants to be with, not threatening you as such. I'd just be extra vigilant of your personal security and not worry unless you receive a more specific threat. " Ziva suggests.
"A cockatoo?" question Tim and Tony looking puzzled.
"A cockatoo, is a crazy person yes?"
"Cuckoo Ziva. You mean the person is a little cuckoo."
"They are both birds right?"
"Yes"
"Then why is it a cuckoo and not a cockatoo?"
"Because" Tony realises he doesn't actually know why "Good question."
The three agents return to their work. McGee deciding to take Ziva's advice.