The Secret Life of Tim McGee
Summary: A case hits a bit too close to home for Tim. Warning: spanking of adult. Don't like? Don't read!
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just play with them.
A/N: This is part of my 'Lessons' series and builds on a larger plot arc. Thanks to AislingK and draggon-flye for important suggestions.
Warning: this story contains the spanking of an adult. If you have a problem with that, click on that 'back' button now. You've been warned.
Tim glanced out the window and sighed, watching Palmer slam the rear doors on their dead petty officer and head for the driver's seat. They were just far enough from DC to make commuting to the crime scene unreasonable; unlike Ducky and his assistant, the rest of the team would be staying on at the only motel in the depressingly quiet little town. Tony had already been head-slapped once for doing his 'duelling banjos' routine, and Tim wasn't particularly thrilled about their extended stay, either.
The laptop in front of him finished booting up and he tore his attention away from the window. The system didn't require a password, and a quick check of a few directories revealed that it was only used for personal things that its owner obviously didn't think needed much security – some music, some photos, a couple of e-books, a file of assignments for an on-line college course, nothing of much interest to the investigation. He jotted some notes on his pad anyway, just in case Gibbs asked for details.
Seeing that the computer had connected to a wireless internet signal, he opened the browser. A local news site, the weather prominently displayed in the top corner, blinked onto the screen. He made a note of the unremarkable homepage, and clicked on the favourites menu. Work email. A free web-based email service – probably for personal mail, he thought. He'd have to crack the passwords for those, eventually. A few more news sites. A DVD club. A couple of shopping sites. Nothing noteworthy, he thought, scanning his eyes down the list.
His eyes came to rest on the last item, and he blinked in surprise. He scrolled down to the link to the MMORPG and waited for it to load. He knew there was a 'stay logged-in' option, and he hoped that the petty officer had used it; given the lack of security anywhere else on the laptop, it didn't seem too implausible. And, to his relief, a few seconds later the game was blinking at him, ready for a next move that would never be made. His eyes tracked to where he knew the player's screen-name would be displayed.
Nonononononono.... she can't be...
But the evidence was unmistakeable. Petty Officer Elizabeth Black was FaerieQueen.