NCIS

Rhiana grabbed her laptop and stormed out after Ziva and Tony, but she didn't want to talk to them. Heading for the elevators, tears stung her vision as she briskly walked through the work stations.

Why was her file the only one touched?

Who could she trust?

The questions buzzed around her head until she finally reached the basement floor, where she gently placed her laptop in its tote bag and tried to concentrate on her work. Looking up at the screen, she tried to write a code to update the system, but couldn't make her fingers work. Sighing, Rhiana pushed the keyboard away and rested her forehead against the table. Hearing the elevator ding, Rhiana knew who it was.

"Go away, Tim," she grumbled and heard a foam cup be placed on the table.

"He didn't want to bother you," Gibbs said and Rhiana sat up quickly. Eyeing the cup of coffee, Rhiana grabbed for it and took a drink; the caffeine was put to work quick as it calmed her nerves.

"What's going to happen?"

"Your friend is pulling strings to get us Isaac Boggs brought in for questioning. This should be over quickly," Jethro said and Rhiana sighed; she couldn't take much more. Gathering her things, Rhiana slung her satchel over her shoulder and entered the elevator where Gibbs followed her. Not speaking as they got off at the floor Tim's station was on, Rhiana walked past everyone and into the opposite elevators, closing everyone off as she hit the 'Close' button for the doors.

Exiting on the ground floor, Rhiana walked towards the parking garage, and soon heard Tim calling after her. Ignoring his words, Rhiana got into the elevators there and closed the elevator doors on him again. Cowering against the back wall, Rhiana sank to the floor and hugged her knees to her, trying to hold back her tears as they clung to her eyelashes. "Why am I their target?" she asked herself and felt the elevator come to a stop on the floor that her car was parked on, but she didn't move as the doors opened, revealing an exhausted and in pain Tim as he held his head.

"Rhiana, where are you going? I don't have a ride home, remember?" he asked and Rhiana just looked up at him, tears ruining her make up as she shied away from him.

"Go away," she whispered and saw Tim sit down beside her, resting as he talked with her.

"Rhiana… Rhia… look at me. Whoever is doing this has to know you on some level. Someone you met for a moment or someone you've known for years. Cyber crime is just as bad as murder," Tim said and Rhiana hugged her laptop closer.

"How could they know about my laptop? How did they know about my brother? I haven't told anyone but you and everyone at NCIS. They're people I trust, Tim, how do I know who to trust?" Rhiana cried and Tim put an arm around her shoulder.

"You can trust me, Rhia," Tim whispered to her and the doors opened again to reveal Tony, Ziva, and Gibbs. Rhiana stood slowly, wiping away tears and smiling slightly. As she walked out of the elevators, Gibbs smacked Tim in the back of the head, despite the painful headaches it would induce.

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Rhiana composed herself and sat down in front of her laptop; she would figure out who was doing this to her. Reminded of Tim's words about cyber crime, she began comparing Boggs and the student. "There's nothing connecting them, they don't even know each other. One is good at crime; the other is good at computers. They were both paid cash to commit their crimes, but by who?" Rhiana asked herself as she sat in the side office they had been in earlier. The only one with her was Tim, who was there incase someone else had been paid to hack her computer.

"It has to be someone you know, Rhiana," McGee suggested and Rhiana thought about it for a second; the ones who knew about her laptop was the NCIS team, her co-workers in the basement, Elizabeth and her FBI team; and Tommy…

"Tommy Jenkins…" she whispered and instantly had access to his file at the FBI. There they were; the charges were clear as day.

"Who are you talking about?" Tim asked and Rhiana swiveled her laptop so that McGee could see what she was looking at. He jumped up and called everyone into the room so Rhiana could have a few witnesses to her story.

"Tommy, the one who drops off my laptops; he's the only one with enough inside information and money to do this to me. If you notice, this didn't start until you and I began seeing each other, right after Benny's murder. It all fits because Tommy had asked me out one time and I turned him down. He became so depressed I thought he was going to hurt himself, so I offered to be 'just friends'. Then, one day, he shows up at my door with a bouquet of roses.

"I didn't say anything to him, afraid he'd push himself down into that pit of despair again. This went on for another two weeks until Benny was murdered. Tommy would send card after card, sympathizing how he was sorry for my loss. Then the cards stopped coming, the roses stopped being dropped off, and Tommy just dropped off from my radar until he would drop off my laptops," Rhiana said and Elizabeth was immediately on her cellphone, calling Tommy's employer.

"They said he never returned back to work. The LoJack in the delivery van places him at Tim's home address," she said and Rhiana thought about it.

"Are their delivery vans dark in color?" Elizabeth relayed the question and nodded.

"Midnight blue, why?" Tony and Ziva looked at one another.

"The van!" they said and Elizabeth was confused.

"What are you talking about?" Rhiana stood to explain.

"There was a dark colored van sitting across the street when Tim was attacked. I guarantee that Tommy was the one driving it," Rhiana said and Elizabeth inquired once again to Tommy's boss, waited a moment, and nodded.

"The records show that he was outside your home address the night of the attack. But we have to get to Tommy before he destroys something," Elizabeth and Gibbs was the first to exit the room.

"Tony, Ziva, you're with me. Agent Khushrenada, take your team and meet us at McGee's house. Rhiana, you and McGee are to stay here! Go to Abby's lab and stay put until we get back!" Jethro shouted and everyone dashed to follow orders.