I'm in Love With My Stalker

By Don David and Sasha Cartwright

Chapter 2

After a while McGee found himself being watched by his coworkers.

"Geez, Elflord, are you done staring at that thing yet? Honestly, it's not like she's going to jump out and bite you," said DiNozzo, smirking at the love-struck McGee.

"You know what, Tony, I think I just might have found Mrs. Tim McGee after all," retorted McGee.

Over the next few weeks, McGee got closer and closer to Miss Anna Campbell, all the while avoiding the fateful face-to-face meeting.

More than once, McGee regretted giving her Tony's picture instead of his own, but he couldn't help the feeling that, if she had seen the real him, Miss Anna Campbell would not only have stepped on his heart, but laughed in his face to add insult to injury, but his own dishonesty was quickly becoming the least of his worries.

Ever since he had sent her Tony's picture, Anna had been becoming more and more clingy and possessive, nearing the point of insanity.

Whenever she hadn't heard from McGee in more than two hours, she was instantly filling his email and his cell phone with messages.

It became so bad that she was waking him up 5 times a night making sure that he was okay and wasn't abandoning her.

After McGee showed up exhausted to work for the fourth day in a row, Gibbs was past his breaking point.

He understood that his agents needed their down time, but when it started to interfere with their work, it was time to step in.

"McGee!" barked the ex-marine, causing the junior field agent to snap from his light slumber, "If whatever you're doing keeps interfering with your job, you might as well not bother coming in tomorrow! You got that?"

"Yes, Boss," nodded McGee, trying to force the exhaustion out of his voice, mentally berating himself for letting Anna wreak this much havoc on his life.

As Gibbs whipped around and headed back to his desk, McGee heard the tell-tale sound of an instant message bubble pop up.

Seeing the dreaded "allsmiles87" screen name, the junior field agent gave a slight, but audible groan.

'What now?' he thought to himself, opening the bubble to receive the message.

'Hi, baby,' the text read.

At first, he thought it was sweet, but now, he just found the mass of nicknames she had given him to be creepily stalker-like.

'Did you get my message?' asked the text.

'Yes, I did,' replied McGee's words, 'all seventeen of them.'

'I just wanted to know how your day was going,' explained the next message, the words seeming to pout. 'I can't imagine what it would be like to not be a part of every single part of your life.'

McGee had to keep himself from telling her that his true appearance was one of those things that she wasn't a part of.

Finally, McGee had had enough.

'Anna,' he wrote, trying to be as careful as he could with an obviously unstable mind, 'I don't think it's working out between us.'

There was a long pause on the other end.

'It couldn't have been that easy,' thought McGee.

He began to pick up the phone and text her back when the voice inside of his head decided against it.

He also began to wonder why it was so quiet around him.

"Maybe he is dead in the head, yes?" asked Ziva

"My dear ninja, it is not dead in the head, it is brain dead," said Tony, wincing at yet another attempt at Americanisms from Miss Ziva David.

Just as the storm seemed to calm, an ocean of questions washed over Tim, pulling him back to the crisis at hand.

'What are you saying? Don't you like me? Don't I make you happy? I write my entire day around you. I think about you every minute of every day. I never stop thinking about you. You're everything I ever wanted. I love you completely. I could never imagine ever loving anyone as much as I love you. Why do you hate me? What did I do wrong? I promise, whatever it is, I'll fix it. I'll make everything all right. I love you!'

The flood seemed to be drowning McGee.

He HAD to get away from this girl.

Just his luck, she was his first future Mrs. McGee in years and it turned out that she is absolutely psychotic.

'It's not you, it's me,' typed McGee, instantly regretting his use of an exhausted break-up phrase, but he didn't have the heart to tell her the real reason why he was breaking things off.

If he were to be so honest, who knows what other cracks in her psyche might weaken her already structurally unsound being.

'You promise?' her words asked, sounding more like a disappointed little girl than a raving stalker.

'I'm sure,' replied McGee, thinking quickly to add, 'I don't think I'm good enough for you.'

'But I couldn't be happier with you,' argued the writing, making McGee feel utterly bewildered, "Everything about you makes me overjoyed. Every part of you from dark brown hair to your sparkling green eyes to your perfect smile tells me that you're the man for me.'

'About that,' thought McGee to himself, almost wanting to laugh if not for his fear of the situation.

'Anna, I'm sorry,' he wrote finally, 'This can't go on. I just know that I would disappoint you.'

Before he could read her reply, McGee heard Gibbs call, "We got a dead Marine."