Epilogue

Two weeks later...

Tim walked into NCIS, feeling much better than he had. He was finally getting back on an even keel and he did credit Tony with a lot of that.

He walked to his desk and sat down.

The elevator dinged, and Tony came in.

"Morning, McGee. How are things going?"

"Fine. You seen Gibbs yet, this morning?"

"Nope. Doc apparently said he had to stay home another week. I think he's irritated that he still isn't back to normal."

"I'm sure."

"I picked up the mail," Tony said, setting a couple of envelopes on Tim's desk.

Tim raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"Why?"

Tony grinned.

"Don't get so suspicious. I was just down there already and I figured I could get it once."

"Right."

Tim picked up the envelopes and noticed that one had no return address.

"I wonder who this is from," he said, opening it up carefully...just in case.

There was a single piece of paper.

"What's this?"

"What is it?" Tony asked.

Tim paled as he read the note.

Ahrendson was only the first student. Can you find the master? What scares you, Agent McGee?

A is for Acrophobia

The Wordsmith

He looked up at Tony and wordlessly held out the note.

Tony read it and then met his gaze.

"Another one?" he asked.

"The master," Tim said. "We never knew why Ahrendson got started. There's another serial killer out there."

FINIS!