I don't own Buffy or NCIS. I do own a fluffy stuffed bunny.Setting/Spoiler Warnings/Etc.:
Buffy - spoilers through Season 7.
NCIS - spoilers through Season 7. Specifically spoilers for 4.20 Cover Story. Chapter One is after 6.25 Aliyah. Ziva is in Israel, at least we think she is.
Not connected to any other Rules of the Hunt stories. This is just a short one. Presented in 3 chapters.
Dear Mr. Gemcity,
First of all, please allow me to take this opportunity to thank you for your novels. They have been a great source of amusement for me and my friends/family. A bit of levity in a rather crazy, stressful life. We have enjoyed reading along to find that the bad guys are always caught and the good guys always win, especially when real life doesn’t prove this to be true.
Second, let me also thank you for ensuring that I will never have a boyfriend or a date ever again. Yes, you heard me right. Those same friends of mine who have so thoroughly enjoyed your books as fun fictional tales have taken them as personal advice. We now have a list of rules patterned after your LJ Tibbs. While many of these rules are good (for example, Rule #1-Don’t die), a good number of them have been focused directly at me and are now ruining what little social life I had managed to hang on to. For example, the nice boy from the coffee house who gathered up the courage to ask me out had to be picked up by an ambulance after encountering Rule #14-All dates will be graphically threatened, no exceptions. He has not called back.
I won’t bore you with the details of each rule currently hampering my existence as a normal human being, but suffice to say I will be the first to buy any future books so that I may peruse them for creative fodder my friends may use to formulate more rules in their attempts to rule-proof the universe.
Sincerely your “fan”,
“Mr. McGee?” the girl’s voice on the phone sounded unsure.
“Yes, this is Special Agent McGee.” Tim answered the phone, uncosciously echoing the timid tone.
“I work for Ms. Crenshaw in the receiving department. We handle all of the fanmail.”
“Okay…” Tim did not like where this was going. After the situation with Landon Grey, Gibbs had ordered his publishing company to report any remotely disturbing fanmail.
“We, or rather Mr. Gemcity…uhm, got an interesting letter today. We were told to call NCIS.” The last sentence sounded more like a question than a statement.
“Yeah, that’s right. Can you, ah, email me a copy and forward the actual letter to NICS headquarters? FedEx it ‘Attention: Special Agent McGee.’ Oh, and make sure you include the envelope. And please try not to handle it too much. We might need to do fingerprints.”
“I can put it in a baggie like they do on TV. Nobody but me has touched it.” The girl hesitated. “Mr. Gemcity isn’t in any kind of trouble, is he?”
“No, no, we just need to take precautions.” Tim answered, thinking ‘at least I’m not yet.’ He thanked the young woman and hung up.
Tony had, of course, been actively eavesdropping. He jumped on the opportunity to nettle his younger co-worker. “Leave your underwear at your date’s house again, McSuave?”
Tim ignored Tony and approached Gibbs’ desk. “That was my publisher. Apparently I have gotten some interesting mail. They are forwarding it here.”
Gibbs nodded. “Have Abby look at when it gets here. Give Ducky a copy to go over and see what he thinks. Is this the first one?”
Tim nodded nervously. “Yes, boss. They haven’t called since you told them too.”
“Have you noticed anything odd recently?” Gibbs asked.
“No, boss. Been taking all the precautions. Chopping up all my old typewriter tape. Don’t leave any notebooks around.”
McGee’s computer dinged the incoming email alert. Tim scurried back to his desk. “It’s the email copy of the letter.”
McGee turned on the screen to show the email. Gibbs stood up to read it. Tony jumped up and joined.
“Yeah, I’d say that’s a smidge on the creepy side.”
Gibbs glared at Tony.
“Background check. Dawn Summers. Right away, boss.” Tony scurried manly back to his desk.
“Boss, you don’t think…” Tim didn’t, couldn’t finish that sentence.
“We don’t think. We find out.” Gibbs stated.