"These guys freak me out,"

Tim made a sound of agreement in her throat but said nothing. Choosing instead to focus on the man behind the glass. The murderer who had fooled them all – even Gibbs – up until the last minute. She had bruises to show just how close of a close call it had been for her. How close she had come to dying.

Gibbs burst into the interrogation room, making the sound of the door opening far more jolting than if it had slammed shut. Tim still couldn't figure out how he accomplished that.

"Ah, Agent Gibbs," a cold snake of dread slithered up her spine as she remembered that voice speaking into her ear. Remembered his hands – smooth, without a patch of dry skin to be felt – tenderly stroking up and down her bound arms, apologising for the bruising the restraints were causing to her wrists. Tim had actually drawn blood with her fruitless struggles and her stomach rolled a the memory of him lifting her wrists to his mouth, his tongue snaking out –

She lifted the water bottle she had forgotten was in her hand and took a gulp. Now was not the time to have a freak out. Not now. Maybe when she got home. Maybe then and only then.

Ziva was next to step into the room. Closing the door with a firm push behind her the Mossad Officer stood with her back against it, arms across her chest, glaring at the doctor in such a way that Tim was certain she had just invented a new way of 'death-by-paper-clip'.

Gibbs left her to it while he just sat opposite the man who had killed so many, with the file open in front of him. The file she would usually have helped assemble, but, as she had been a bit tied up at the time she hadn't even seen the finished result. She knew though that there would be pictures of the bodies they had found. But what else did it contain?

Tim made herself look away from Gibbs and look at the man who had nearly taken her life.

She had been close to death before. It was a weekly occurrence unless they caught a blessedly simple and quiet case. But this time was different.

The man looked almost disappointed as he studied Gibbs. A small frown creasing his forehead.

"Where is the delicious-" he licked his lips and she clutched the water bottle tightly in her hands, causing the plastic to dent and make a loud cracking noise. It almost made her jump. "-Agent McGee"

Gibbs ignored the question while Ziva, who was still standing sentry at the door, tensed slightly and lowered the foot that had been planted against the door so that both feet were on the ground.

"Officer Da'vid and I shall be conducting this interviews, Doctor,"

"How…dull,"

Dull?

"Dull," Tony echoed at her side with a chuckle, no doubt imagining the various ways that Ziva could make the man beg for mercy.

"How so?" Ziva finally stepped away from the door and circled the man, staying behind him in an attempt to keep him on the edge. McGee knew it wouldn't work.

He began to laugh. It was low at first but grew in volume until Gibbs, having enough, slammed his hand down on the table, demanding to know what was so funny.

"You," the doctor gestured with his head between Gibbs and Ziva, "You think you are so special. Please," he scoffed in disgust, "I could walk into any federal organisation or precinct in any city and find your copies. Now, Agent McGee, she is something," he licked his lips again and Tim shivered in revulsion, "Unique,"

Hear that McGee, the psychopathic cannibal thinks you are unique. Don't you feel special?

Not exactly the proudest moment in her career she would be the first to admit.

"Why, why, why," Tony moaned beside her, "Do we always get the crazies?"

She ignored him, keeping her attention on the room.

"Mmm," the Doctor groaned in pleasure.

Tim wanted to be sick.

"I would have loved to pick her apart. Her brain would have been…exquisite,"

Gibbs had obviously reached his limit.

"We are not here to discuss Agent McGee," he snapped.

"Touchy," mocked the man who was far too arrogant for one on the wrong side of the interrogation table.

Gibbs pulled photos from the file, spreading them out onto the table, spinning each one of them to face the murderer.

"We are here to discuss this," Gibbs jabbed a finger at one of the pictures.

McGee knew what the pictures were of. Bodies. Bodies missing the parts that had been found…appetising by the lunatic opposite Gibbs.

Her stomach clenched and a cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

She lifted the bottle again to her lips and took a sip. The water had heated in the bottle and instead of offering some relief from the bile rising in her throat it seemed to only make it worse, adding to the slight feeling of confusion that washed over her.

Her hands shaking, she forced them to do what she wanted. In a detached, dreamlike way she tightened the lid after several false starts.

Her hands were sweating. She rubbed one and then the other against her shirt, almost dropping the bottle as she switched it between her hands.

The man was identifying the various victims now. Smiling in satisfaction as he listed the 'tantalising morsels' he had enjoyed from them.

Soon he had exhausted the photos and Tim was finding it difficult to listen over the ringing in her ears. Tony was closer to her. She could feel his arm pressing against her own.

When had that happened?

The man had grown silent for a moment.

"Shall I tell you how you would have found Agent McGee, Agent Gibbs?"

She shivered.

He didn't even wait for a reply from Gibbs or Ziva, he just continued to talk.

He spoke of what he would have done to her, what he would have used to gain access to her 'mouth-watering mind'. Where they would have found her body…

She couldn't stop it any longer.

She spun away from the window and on wobbling legs took the few steps to the small bin.

Her legs finally collapsed beneath her as she coughed and heaved into the bin.

Someone – Tony – was rubbing her back, but it offered no relief as tears were forced from her eyes with every lurch of her stomach.

She was alive and the others were dead.

She could have been one of them.

Sorry guys, this isn't what I was intending to post but I forgot all about it.

I honestly have no idea where this one came from…

*think think think*

Nope, still coming up blank. Possibly from my aunt talking about 'Hannibal' to me (I don't watch it). The guy in this isn't Hannibal but I do remember that a cannibal in a Bones episode was a Doctor…

Yeah, anyway, I hope you enjoyed this.

Please leave a comment and let me know what you think.

Have a nice day/evening.

Take care and I will see you tomorrow with the intended update :)