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(sirens blaring)

Let's move! Let's go!

Get those VA's on!

Pull it two and a half,
let's get ready to roll.

Davis, get those
utilities turned off.

Quickly! Move it!

I'm on it, sir!

We're in front!
You take the back!

Scotty, you're
with me!
Let's move!

Fire Department!

Let's go.

(smoke alarm beeping)

You two spread out.

Clear the bedrooms,
I'll take the kitchen.

We'll cover
this side here.

All right!
I'm goin' right!

(breathing heavily)

(smoke alarm beeping)

(grunting)

Every damn time.

False alarm, fellas!

Just another
overcooked bird.

Or something.

Tough to tell after
six hours in the...

...oven.

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Double Americano for Thom.

Aren't you Thom?

Yes.

Thank you. Sorry.

Must need that badly. Don't even
recognize your own name.

Medium mocha
coming up.

It's, uh...
my other name.

Two names, huh?

Well, two jobs.

It's Thom when I'm writing.

Not that I've actually

written anything
in weeks.

Writer's block?

Creative stifling.

I am crumbling

under the pressure
of expectations.

Oh, you're Thom E. Gemcity.

Your photo's
on the back cover.

I-I loved Deep Six.

Thanks...

Landon. Thank you.

Can't wait to see
what happens next.

You and me both.

Two weeks until my deadline,

I'm stuck here in chapter seven.

Well, could be worse.

How's that?

Could be chapter six.

(phone ringing)

Okay, we got a
half-caf percent latte

and a medium
double decaf...

McGee.

And there you go.
Yeah.

The other job.

Good luck.

TONY:
Ferris Bueller's
Day Off--

John Hughes masterpiece.

Now, there's a guy
who didn't have time

for writer's
block, probie.

Sixteen Candles,

Uncle Buck,

The Breakfast Club.

I do not have...

...I'm just struggling to find
out the most efficient way

to tell my next story.

Now, do you think
Hughes writes on a computer

or does he use
an old-fashioned typewriter,

like you?

Well, I'm sure
he uses a computer, Tony.

Most writers do.

You ever consider
converting?

I don't think that's the reason
for my...

Were you gonna say
writer's block?

I like my typewriter.

But it doesn't like you.

It's a classic tale
of unrequited love

between a boy
and his machine.

You can use that if you want.

But remember you got
to have a love story.

I can see the
poster already.

The house is leased to
Petty Officer Darren Cove.

No roommates, but according
to the neighbors,

he's rarely alone.

I can tell.

Got a fridge
full of beer.

No hard alcohol.

Except for this.

Ew!

If smells could kill,
I think

we just found our murder weapon.
I'm more concerned

with where
they came from.

Neighbors said this was
a notorious party house.

Maybe someone

brought in
the mixers.

Then they left with them, too.

Seems like a lot of effort
for a couple of drinks.

Wasted effort.

McGEE:
The blood search
at the Ping-Pong table.

Beer-pong.

Huh?

This is tragic--
don't tell me

you've never played beer-pong
before, probie.

What did you do at MIT?

Studied.

That figures.

Well, beer-pong
is a drinking game,

the object of which is
to take the Ping-Pong ball,

and try and get it
into the other team's cups.

Show me how it's done.

This is a crime scene,
not a frat house.

You hearing voices, probie?

Figured you saw Gibbs coming.

I just don't think
this is the time or the place

to, uh, showcase
my beer-pong skills.

What?

Seems out of character.

(laughs):
Yeah, yeah.

No, you may not use me
to get over your writer's block.

McGee has writer's block?
No, McGee does not.

Just do what
you did last time--

write about us.

Okay, I've told you
guys a million times,

the book is not about you.

No, of course not--
it's about Special Agent Tommy.

And Officer Lisa.

GIBBS:
DiNozzo!

And L.J. Tibbs.

(chuckling)

Get this.

Looks like McGee wasn't
the only writer here today.

Bag it.

McGEE:
Petty Officer Cove joined
the Navy three years ago,

right out of high school.
His CO says

he's a little immature,
but basically a good kid.

Good kid with
a criminal record.

Since enlisting,
he's been arrested twice,

both misdemeanors.

Public intox in '04,
and a noise ordinance violation

last July.

"Works to live,
and lives to party."

(clears throat):
His, uh... CO's words.

Guys in his command call him
Darren "Diddy" Cove.

Why?

Uh, it's a reference
to Sean Diddy Combs.

The Puff Man, P Diddy.

Rap impresario.
Went out with J-Lo.

Petty Officer Cove
was on duty yesterday.

Left the base at 1800,
hasn't been seen since.
And neither has

his blue Ford Ranger.

Should be in his garage,
but it's not.

Which means
his attacker took it.

Or Petty Officer Cove
went for a drive.

With that amount
of blood loss,

it's doubtful he was conscious.

If it was all his blood.

Well, Abby'll tell us,

because Cove's blood sample
is in his medical records.

I'm gonna go check the BOLO,

see if he's got a hit
on the pickup.

ZIVA:
That's not necessary, McGee.

Norfolk Police just found it

abandoned along
Highway 5.

I've noticed
oversized dice like these

in numerous vehicles.

Do they serve a purpose?

Hello?

Tony?

What?
Do they

serve a purpose?

Fuzzy dice-- pretty good
redneck indicator.

Other than that,
no, they don't serve a purpose.

Got a lot more blood
back here, boss.

Think this was used
to cover the body?

GIBBS:
Yeah.

(phone rings)
Or bodies.

Yeah, Abs-- I'm listening.

ZIVA:
McGee, you look like

you've seen a goat.

Huh?

Oh. Ghost.

"Seen a ghost."

Yeah.

Do you know what deja vu is?

Bien sur. My French is
better than my English.

Right.

So...

What?

The deja vu.

I can't place it.

By any chance, did you start
dating someone, McGee?

Dating?

Please, I spend every spare
minute I have writing.

Hang on a second. McGee.

Get this towed
back to lockup.
Yeah, go on, Abs.

Abby's got something.

(sighs)

(laughs):
Watch out!

It's Halloween at Coyote
Ugly, Piper Perabo.

Oh, if you like that one,
you're gonna love this.

It's a, uh,

it's a Sciuto original.

I like to call it "Bottoms Up."

ZIVA:
Oh! I had no idea
you were a bartender, Abby.

Well, my Uncle Teddy used to own
a bar on Canal Street,

and I used to bartend there
on the weekends.

The case, Abby?

But, Gibbs, you haven't even
seen my famous Fire Bomb.

It can wait.

So, uh, I tested
the blood that was

in Petty Officer Cove's house.

Most of it was his,
but one sample did not match.

ZIVA:
It could've been from

a prior accident
or an altercation

at one of his parties.

Or it could be the killer's.

I also ran...

the prints from
our mystery cocktails.

One half of our drinking duo

was definitely
Petty Officer Cove.

The other half?
Well, it's a work
in progress, Gibbs.

Tell me you have
more than this, Abby.

Have I ever let you down?

Don't answer that.

Um, I'm using
my mass spectrometer

to break down
the molecular structure

of the cocktails in question.

Guessing that's where
all these come in.

Well, you guessed correctly.

I think I've made

over 100
delightful beverages

trying to find...

the match.

The weird thing is,

this baby isn't in
any bartending guide anywhere.

It's made out of
Jagermeister...

McGEE:
Cherry soda,
vanilla vodka,

lemon juice
and a splash of Tabasco.

It's called a "Hairy Hangover."

And you came to know
this how, McGee?

I created it.

Our missing petty officer's
a character in my next book.

"Cameron Meyer is a good old boy
from Northern Virginia.

"He was born with not much,
raised with even less.

"All he wants out of life is
a good girl and a great truck.

"As of yesterday,
he's halfway there.

"He dropped his life savings

on a blue Ford Ranger."

(sighs)

That's it?

Tony, it's all here.

The fuzzy dice,
the cinnamon rolls,

red track jacket.

Petty Officer Cove
is Cameron Meyer.

Uh, but how is that
possible, McGee?

(sighs)

My writing
isn't entirely fiction.

Okay? My stories are,

but sometimes I
base my characters

on people I...

Work with.

See.

People I see.

You've seen Petty Officer
Cove before?

Every morning at my coffee shop.

ZIVA:
But how come
you didn't

recognize his
photograph?

He only uses the drive-through.

To me, he's just
the large coffee

with a cinnamon
roll guy

in the blue pickup.

I never saw
his face.

Whoa, whoa, wait-wait
a minute. Back up.

Your coffee shop has
a drive-through?

(Tony laughs)

That's... That's not important.

Just because you based your
character on a person

who is missing,
does not necessarily

mean the two of them
are related, McGee.

GIBBS:
Yeah, it does.

You created the drink.

Made it up about a month ago.

How did two glasses of it get
from your head

to inside
Petty Officer Cove's house?

Someone's read
your book.

Your papers
under lock and key?

Well, I sent my publisher a copy

a couple weeks ago, but,

you know, I'm
sure she...
Address.

Um...

boss, there's more.

Uh, after Deep Six
hit the stores,

my publishing firm

received a ton
of e-mails

addressed
to Thom E. Gemcity.

Tons?

Most of them
are autograph requests

or feedback on the novel,

but in the last couple weeks,

my publisher says
that we've gotten

some really weird letters,
borderline obsessive.

I didn't say anything because
I assumed they were harmless.

DiNozzo, with me.

McGee, you stay
here with Ziva.

Start going
through your book.

What exactly am
I looking for?

Answers, McGee.

Miss Crawshaw will be
with you shortly.

Oh, you got
to be kidding me.

MAN: Is there
anything else

I can get you
while you wait?

Yeah, a barf bag.
MAN:
I'm sorry.

Todd, black
tea, lemon,

crab salad,

arugula.

You're Timothy's people.

GIBBS:
A few weeks ago,

he sent you a draft
of his next book?

Partial. It wasn't
finished yet.

Yeah, it still isn't, is it?

How many of your people
here have read the book?

Zero.

No one in my agency has access
to advance material

without the writer's consent.

Except you.

(laughs)

Writers are notoriously

insecure. Soft, even.

Well, that doesn't sound
like our little Timmy McGee now,

does it?
Whether they ask for it

or not, I provide coddling,

prodding, protection.

Anything it takes to
keep those elusive

muses singing.

Agent...?

Gibbs.

Here we go.
Rock Hollow:

The Continuing
Adventures of L.J. Tibbs.

How is this connected
with your investigation?

A person's missing.

We believe it's related
to the contents of that book.

Oh.

Guess I just made myself
your prime suspect.

Sounds about right.

I may be the only one
in the firm who's read it,

Agent Gibbs, but

I can guarantee you I'm not
the only one in the city.

McGee hasn't given the book
to anyone else, Miss Crawshaw.

Obsessed fans always

find a way
to get material early.

They dig through trash,
hack computers,

anything short
of writing it themselves.

And believe me, Timothy has some
of the craziest fans

I've ever seen.

Yeah, we know about the letters.

Yeah, there are three
that stand out.

Todd, bring me those three...

Gemcity
letters?

No return
addresses.

Each one's stranger
than the last.

I bet the psychopath

you're looking for
is somewhere in that envelope.

What makes you think
we're looking for a psychopath?

Don't you read crime novels?

There are always psychopaths.

"I am sending this letter
to express my gratitude

"for the literary gift
you've given me.

"The majesty of your
writing is far beyond

anything this planet
has ever seen."

A rave review.

Rave, indeed, Jethro.

Yeah. In fact,
it's quite possible that

Michael is Timothy's
greatest admirer.

Admirer,

or stalker, Duck?

At this point, I'd say he

is no immediate threat
to himself or anyone else.

At this point?

Well, one does not become

a predatory stalker
overnight, Jethro.

The mind typically

goes through
three stages.

This letter, strange
as it may seem,

is only at stage one--
the attraction stage.

And the other two?

Well, on the surface,

this letter,
written by Andrew,

would appear more normal,

but phrases like
"I breathe for your words"

and "you need me,"

might suggest...

Otherwise.

Yeah, because of that
sense of desperation,

I categorized that
letter as stage two--

obsession.

What's stage three?

Well,

read for yourself.

"I know you think of me often,
just as I think of you.

Please don't make me
do something we'll both regret."

Now, that letter
has an aggressive,

and threatening tone.

For that reason, it falls

into the final
stage-- destruction.

Three letters. Three stages.

I know what you're
thinking, Jethro,

but it's no
coincidence.

Although the letters may
appear to be very different,

the writing style is
nearly identical in all three.

The same person
wrote all three.

And judging by
the postmarks,

the letters were
written and sent

over a period
of several weeks.

During which time,

the writer became
increasingly delusional.

Motive?

Well, I can't
say for certain,

but I'd say
the answers can be found

in Timothy's new book.

The writer believes

that Timothy's fiction
is very much real.

Tony, you about...

Done.

So?

I'm confused.

(clears throat)

This isn't a critique, okay?

We're trying to find
something useful...

Confused by what?

The plot, the back story,

pretty much everything.

The whole thing
doesn't make sense.

Ziva, what about you?

Um... Well, not as
confused as Tony.

Well, I haven't finished it yet.

It's just a rough draft.

Very rough.

I'm sorry, McGee.

Who's the killer, anyway?

I don't know yet.

There's your problem.

I mean, yeah, you
always have to know

where your story is going.

That's Fiction Writing 101.

Not the way I
choose to write, Tony.

And he wonders why
he has writer's block.

Can we focus
on the problem here?

We've got a missing person
and our only lead is my book.

Well, that's not
much of a lead.
She's right.

We don't even know
how the book factors in.

GIBBS:
We do now.

The letters were written
by the same person.

He thinks the book is real.

ZIVA: And believes
Petty Officer Cove

is a part of it.

It means we're
going to have to go

everywhere he's been.

Well, we've already
done that, though.

His home, work,
hangout spots.

I'm not talking
about Petty Officer Cove.

I'm talking about

your good old boy--
with the pickup truck.

Cameron Meyer.

High Side Creek, where Cameron
goes to clear his head.

McGEE: Thematically,
this location

is very important, boss.

You've been saying
the same thing

all morning, McGee.
Spread out.

Why would Cameron come
to a picnic area to think?

In his book, it's not
a picnic area.

It's his favorite fishing hole.

Thank you, Ziva.
Don't you think

it's kind of a cliché

to have your character alone,

staring into the
serene wilderness?

No. If it was, I wouldn't
have written it, Tony.

TONY:
I mean, knowing Cameron, if he
was bummed out, wouldn't he

just go to the Wing Shack
with his buddies, and toss back

a few brews?
Or talk to
a priest?

Don't forget that

he's very religious,
now that his father died.

Good point.

No, it isn't.

Cameron keeps his emotions
bottled up.

When he's upset,
he comes here.

Afterwards,
he always feels better.

GIBBS:
Not always.

McGEE:
That's him.

That's Petty Officer Cove.

Then who is this?!

That's Jared Brenner.

That's another
character from my book.

DUCKY:
Two bodies, both with nearly

identical stab wounds

in the chest
and abdomen.

It appears that
Petty Officer Cove

may have put up
a bit of a struggle.

Note the remnants of skin tissue

and blood under
the fingernails..

Both men have been deceased
for less than 24 hours.

That is not all they
have in common, Ducky.

They're also both characters

in McGeek's next book.

Yes. From what I hear, Timothy,
in your next novel,

L.J. Tibbs has a love interest.

Yes. I hear that
it's an Army...

Ducky, I don't think we need
to talk about that.

Army what?

McGee?

Uh... Lieutenant.

Colonel.

Lieutenant colonel.

You got a murder
weapon, Duck?

Yes, well, that's where
things get interesting, Jethro.

Both wounds are circular,

about one inch in diameter.

Javelin.
Javelin.

McGEE:
Chapter four.

My characters Cameron
Meyer and Jared Brenner--

they murder a
convenience store clerk

to cover up
an extortion.

Javelin.
Believe it or not.

That is for what they were
originally intended, Anthony.

A javelin as a modern-day
murder weapon.

I applaud your
creativity, McGee.

Of course, well... given

the circumstances...

Oh, dear.

Now I'm gonna have
to read his new book.

TONY: Petty Officer
Darren Cove

and Adrian Corbett,
the inspiration

behind two of
McGee's characters:

Cameron Meyer and Jared Brenner.

Any other connection?
Not that
we've found.

Corbett worked as a valet
at Alfonso's Steakhouse.

Your favorite.

That's how I got to know him.

For my book, I borrowed

his physical details--
the nose ring,

birthmark on the face
and the neck.

What was his job?

Valet at a steakhouse.

But I did change the name
of the restaurant.

From Alfonso's to Alfredo's.

Don't need to be Sherlock
Holmes to figure that one out.

The note from Petty
Officer Cove's apartment.

"One down, two to go."

Means the killer's not finished.

How many more of your characters
did you base on real people?

Hey.

How many?

Just the team.

You. Tony, Ziva, everyone.

You happy, Tony?

I finally admitted it.

I based both my novels
on you guys.

That means we're all
potential targets.

Boss, I'm sorry.

Ducky, Abby, Palmer--

24-hour security detail
until we find this psycho.

ZIVA: 27 javelins
sold in the DC area

in the past six months.

21 were paid for
by credit cards,

all by track coaches
and athletic directors.

What about the last six?

Cash transactions.

(phone rings)

Yeah. Gibbs.

ABBY:
Got them for you, Gibbs.

Got it, Abs.

We'll be right down.
Go, go.

Not you.

Two men are dead
because of me, boss.

You got a javelin, McGee?

No, but I own a typewriter.

It's a typewriter,
not a shotgun.

It cost two men their lives

because I based
my fictional book

on real people.

Then put these on.

(handcuffs clatter on desk)

You just confessed, right?

Not exactly.

There's no mid ground, McGee.

You either put on the cuffs
or you find who's responsible.

How?

This guy's inside your head.

You get inside his!

Boss, it's not that simple.

I still don't even know
what my story...

You figure it out, McGee!

You write the
ending to this

or the killer will!

(sighs)

Well, McGee feels
bad enough.

Only makes it worse
that he admitted it.

It was no secret
he was writing about us.

Oh, come on.
It's not about us.

I mean, the whole part
about Lisa and her
broken heart.

The memento she keeps
from her relationship

that never had
a chance to happen.

Yeah, where's
he getting that?

Or the scene between
Lisa and Tommy

where they pour
out their hearts
to each other

and spill their secrets?

(chuckles)

When he tries to explain

the profound nature
of his identity crisis.

Yeah. I mean,
the hidden struggle

between who he is
and what he's becoming.

I don't even know
what that is.

Yeah, totally
unrealistic.

Would never happen.

GIBBS:
What do you got, Abs?

Three hours sleep.

My apartment
flooded last night.

Did you know that trying
to flush voodoo dolls

down the toilet
is a bad idea?

I do now.

Where's Gibbs?

He's chomping up McGee.

Chewing.

So a little birdie
told me that both of you

have read the first half

of McGee's new book.

A little birdie, huh?

And don't even ask
because I will not
reveal my source

even if you torture me.

Ducky?

Yes!

All right, let's hear it.

Hear what?

The book.

At the end of Deep Six,

goth forensic specialist
"Amy Sutton,"

she broke up with her boyfriend

because she was digging
somebody else.

Who's the somebody else?

Oh, yeah, um...

Yeah, that part
really didn't come up yet.

Yeah, I think he's planning
on revealing it, uh,

in, you know, the second part
of the book.

You guys are so lying.
(gasps)

He's gay!

The somebody else!
I had a feeling

'cause Amy always wants
what Amy cannot have.

Does she know?

Know what?

Forensic specialist Amy,

she fell in love
with a gay guy, Gibbs.

That why I'm here?
No.

Then Amy's on her own.

(whispers):
We'll talk later.

Um, I ran
the blood samples

that we pulled off
the two bodies.

Petty Officer Cove

had unidentified blood
on his right

forearm and hand.

It matched the blood
from his house.

Our killer's DNA.

I'm no investigator,
but odds are you're right.

That's good work, Abs.

I also checked
Petty Officer Cove's

Ford Ranger and Thom E.
Gemcity's c-mail for prints.

C-mail?
Yeah,

it's like cuckoo mail.

No, no, no,
I just made it up.

Um, nothing
on the truck.

All the latent
prints belong to
Petty Officer Cove.

But on the c-mail,

there's dozens
of different prints.

Well, that makes sense
'cause paper mail
gets processed

through post offices,

delivery trucks, mailrooms.
Exactly.

There's still one
spot that only the
sender touches.

The back of the stamp.

You pulled a print?

Not only did
I pull a print,

I already
got a match.

Todd Ryder, arrested last year
for possession of marijuana.

Looking for something, Timothy?

I'm just looking.

Petty Officer Cove...

....wasn't just
a partier.

I called his elderly parents.

Visited them every day
for two hours.

This guy, Adrian Corbett,

he just got married.

Yes,

I took off his
wedding ring.

Not quite the notorious playboy
I made him out to be, huh?

Appearances can be deceptive.

Every single word
I wrote was wrong.

No, every word you
wrote was fiction.

That's why they call
them "characters."

But they're not just characters
in a book.

They're real people...

and real families.

Were.

I sympathize with the way
you feel, Timothy...

(grunts)

...but you are not to blame
for any of this.

Tell them that.

Todd!

Oh, God.

Look out!

What do you call that?

Running, I think.

(yells hysterically)

Todd! Hey!

(phone keypad beeping)

Where's his car?

Where's his car?!

Employee lot around back.

Get out of the building!
They know!

They're chasing me!

GIBBS:
You should've left
the top down.

Put your hands on top
of your head.

Nice of you to join us,
DiNozzo.

I thought I was
gaining ground.

He got a very unorthodox
running style.

It's very effective,
though.

Not effective enough.

I didn't want to do it.

I told her it was a bad idea.

McGEE:
I actually trusted her.

There was no way
you could have
known, McGee.

Ziva's right, probie,
it's not your fault.

But if you even think
about writing a third novel,

I'll kill you.

When Abby finds out
who her character

really fell
in love with,

you will already
be dead.

I have been sitting here
half the night, Agent Gibbs.

What am I being charged with?

Tampering with a federal
investigation.

That's ridiculous.

I've answered every question
you've asked.

Resisting arrest.

I told you already,

I wasn't running.

I was late for an appointment.

And murder.

(chuckles)

You think I murdered someone?

Their names are Petty Officer
Darren Cove

and Adrian Corbett.

Never heard of 'em.

Okay. Well, how about
Cameron Meyer and
Jared Brenner?

Have you heard of them?

I think so.

They're characters
in Tim's next book.

A book someone
is killing over.

Too bad you can't find them.

I think we have.

You wrote the letters.

What?! Why would I...?

Todd gave you up.

He said you told him

to mail the letters back
to the agency.

Well, I can explain.

Well, I sure hope so.

I wrote the letters, but only
to create a bigger buzz.

Stalkers mean more press.

More press means
increased revenue.

You made up a stalker
to sell more books?

Yes, I did.

She's lying.

If she is,

she's quite good.

She publishes fictional novels
for a living, Ziva.

She knows how
to tell a good story.

I'm with Ziva.

This woman lives
to sell books.

Look, it may sound unorthodox,
but I do one interview

about those letters
and Gemcity's book sales

jump through
the roof.

I didn't think
he needed the help.

Well, there's no such thing
as enough sales.

What I did might be wrong,

but there's no way
I could ever kill anyone.

Why should I believe you?

Those letters were
a strategic business move.

I would do anything to help
my client sell more books.

Anything.

Oh...

TONY:
Well played, boss.

You get her
in round two?

I won't be around
to, DiNozzo.

She didn't break.

I know. I was there.

She didn't do it,
did she?

She's your publisher.
You tell me.

I think she's telling
the truth.

That makes two of us.

I compared Crawhaw's
DNA to the mystery blood

pulled off of Petty
Officer Cove.

She did not do it.

I've read this a thousand times
and I've come up with nothing.

Then maybe we should spitball
ideas and see what sticks.

What? Did I say it wrong?

No, you got that right.

McGEE:
No, that's good.

So start with what
we know.

Campfire.

TONY:
Well, we know

there's a killer
on the loose.

One down, two to go.

And he's already
killed number two.

In your book,
Cameron Meyer

and Jared Brenner only
have two things in common.

They extorted money

and both murdered
a convenience store clerk.

Maybe the killer was seeking
revenge for the clerk's death.

No. The clerk's a throwaway
character.

I didn't even bother
to name him.

Besides, the stalker
letters are fake,

so we don't even know
that he's delusional.

GIBBS:
He murdered two characters

from a work of fiction, McGee.

Okay, so he's
probably delusional,

but that doesn't mean
he's looking for revenge.

TONY:
You've got to have
a motive, probie.

Well, I am not convinced that
the answer is in my book, Tony.

Maybe the answer is in
how he got the book.

He definitely didn't get it
from Crawshaw.

She'd never do anything
to jeopardize sales.

It means he got it from you.

But I keep everything
locked up.

It wasn't a question.

It's you or Crawshaw.

Trust your instincts, Tim.
They're usually right.

Take the lead on this one.

All we can do
is assist.

Okay.

From the beginning...

page one.

(chuckles)

I'd say we played that one
nicely, boss.

The whole good guy,
bad guy technique.

DiNozzo.
Yeah?

Assist.

(elevator bell dings)

Hold the elevator!

Ooh.

(groaning)

I am using muscles
I didn't even know I had.

No wonder you only
got to chapter six.

Chapter seven.

(jazz playing)

It's jazz.
Helps me clear my mind.

Coltrane is jazz, McGee.

This is a soundtrack
to a bad '70s porno

shot in the San Fernando Valley.

I'm just trying to reenact
every detail

of my writing process
here, okay?

I'm sorry, did you
say something?

My ears are bleeding
and I can't...

I can't...

Thank you.

I'm trying to show you what
I do when I get stuck.

Blocked.

Whatever.

Up. Come on.

I'm in the middle.
Up.

Okay.

Now, sometimes when I'm in
trouble, I take a few minutes

to free write.

Free write?

Stream of consciousness.

About my characters,
my story arcs,

my possible plot lines,

everything-- no filter.

No filter...

Whatever pops in my head
goes right to the page.

Ah!

Write... be free.

Just do it.

Free write!

Be free...

I get it.

If I like it,

I put it in my binder.

If not...

You always use your shredder?

Always.

You ever just take
a stack of pages

and toss it
in the trash?
Never.

You ever misplaced
a binder or lost
a copy of a book?

No and no.

The only way the killer
got my book

is if he broke
into my apartment, made a copy

and returned the original.

I'm a federal investigator,
so I'm sure I would know

if someone was trying
to break into my place.

We're missing something.

While we are trying
to figure it out,

he is planning on how
to kill his next victim.

Or he's already killed them.

Sorry.

I was just free thinking.

It's like he's here
in the room with me

looking over my shoulder
as I write.

Type.

'Cause technically,
what you do is type.

You don't really write.

That would be...
I type.

That's how he does it.

Looked over
your shoulder?

I type.

Tony, I type!

Boss, I got it.

Film?

It's from
my typewriter.

Typewriter ribbons.

It's how the killer
read my book.

Well, where did
he get the ribbons?

Trash. The killer
must have

picked them out
of McGee's Dumpster.

Means he had access to all

my notes and my ideas.

Which means the murders

may not be based
on just the book.

All these pages are a product
of my free writing.

(whispers):
Free writing?

I'll explain it later.

One of my many
possible endings

involved Cameron Meyer

and Jared Brenner killing me--

Agent McGregor.

It's a character
I based on myself.

If the killer's confusing
fiction with reality,

then you've got a motive.

He's protecting you.

He's already killed two of the
characters-- who's the third?

I haven't decided yet,
but Meyer and Brenner

are the only characters
that wanted me--

McGregor-- dead.

Then why does he
think there are three?

I don't know.

I decided it would be
stupid to kill McGregor.

Everyone likes him too much.

Well, not everyone.

"Forensic Specialist Amy
Sutton offered her heart

"to Agent McGregor,
only to be rejected.

"Using sign language,
she tells her deaf mother

"that she can't
live without him.

He's going to have to go."

Yeah, "go," as in
leave the agency.

Not "go" as in go.

Does the killer know that?

Abby?

She's not answering
her cell.

Security detail.

Shift change. They just arrived
on duty outside her apartment.

She's gone.
He's not answering her
home phone either, Gibbs.

Send them in.

Secure the apartment.

No, she's not there.

Her apartment's flooded.

She's staying with Sister
Rosita and the girls.

Sister Rosita?

From her bowling team.

The bowling nuns.

(phone buzzing)

(phone beeps)

(gasps)

Hi, Amy.

Still no answer.

Call again, McGee.

I can't believe
I let this happen.

Abby knows how to take
care of herself, McGee.

And she's got a crew
of nuns watching her back.

Nuns are on a spiritual
retreat. She's on her own.

Are you...
here to see someone?

Um...

because the sisters,
they're gone...

for a minute.

They went to the church
and they should be
back any time.

If you were smart...

...you would've just
let him go, Amy.

My name is Abby.

I know rejection is hard.

But let's face it, you're not
good enough for him anyway.

Good enough for who?

Special Agent McGregor.

You two take the back.

McGee, you're with me.

I'm sure there's some sort
of communication problem here.

Don't talk to me
like I'm stupid.

I know what you said.

That makes one of us.

How were you planning
to do it, huh?

Do what?

Kill him.

Was it poison?

I bet with your
forensic training,

I bet you could come
up with something

pretty...

I wouldn't do that.

I will say

I've always respected
your courage, Amy.

TONY:
Drop your weapon!

He said drop it! Now!

Officer Lisa... Agent Tommy.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

You don't know it yet,

but your partner's
in danger.

Landon?

Landon, what are you doing?

I'm protecting you.

McGee, who is this guy?

He's a friend.

LANDON:
Don't!

I have to do this!

Landon, she's not
going to hurt me.

It's just a book.

It's not...
Finished yet.

Tell him the ending,
Agent McGregor.

Tell him what happens.

It's not what you think.

Landon...

Amy and I...

Amy and I get married.

You... you marry her?

Yeah, I do.

That means that
if you kill her,

you're killing the only
woman I ever loved.

(gasping)

Landon, I really
do love her.

It just took me awhile
to figure it out.

I was only
trying to help.

You killed two people.

I had no choice.

They set a wedding date yet?

The guest list
is full, buddy.

You okay, Abs?

With the amount of bad guys
after me,

I feel like I'm
dating Spiderman.

Abby, I'm so sorry.

We need to talk.

I know this is all my fault.

Agent McGregor cannot marry
Amy in the end.

McGee, they're all wrong
for each other.

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