Margo Harshman credited as playing...
Delilah Fielding
- Timothy McGee: Your mom says the twins are already asleep.
- Delilah Fielding: [Sarcastically] So that's all it takes- just a little shooting. We should do this everyday.
- Nick Torres: Sorry, but McGee, uh, hit the limit of how many people he can shoot in his apartment.
- [Torres chuckles]
- Delilah Fielding: What is he talking about?
- Timothy McGee: I do not know. But I packed your bag here. Ready to go to your mom's.
- Delilah Fielding: *What* is he talking about?
- Timothy McGee: Not a big deal, all right. but a couple of years ago when you were in Dubai. There was a break-in here in the apartment and uh, I shot someone.
- Delilah Fielding: *In* our apartment?
- Timothy McGee: Yeah.
- Delilah Fielding: And you failed to mention this to me!
- Delilah Fielding: Well, now I'm worrying for a whole new set of reasons. Like what else aren't you telling me?
- Timothy McGee: Nothing.I'm not hiding anything from you at all. No, I swear. Scout's honor.
- Jimmy Palmer: [Palmer enters] So - is it - is it just the one or did you find another mummified body under the bed?
- Timothy McGee: Okay, hang on. Hang on. I might've failed to mention there was also a mummified body but...
- Delilah Fielding: Mum...
- Timothy McGee: HANG ON. We have bigger fish to fry. Like finding out why this guy tried to lure me out of the apartment and what was he after.
- Delilah Fielding: [McGee turns on his old computer] Um, Tim, what is it doing?
- Timothy McGee: Oh. Looks like it's opening up an Internet Relay Chat.
- Delilah Fielding: On its own? And IRC? Who uses that anymore?
- [he receives a message reading "Hello, Timothy"]
- Delilah Fielding: Timothy, why is your computer talking to you?
- Timothy McGee: ['talking' to his computer] Who is this?
- [the reply reads "Someone who has the answers you seek"]
- Delilah Fielding: Is this really creepy, or is it just me?
- Timothy McGee: No, it's not just you.
- Delilah Fielding: Ask it what it wants.
- Timothy McGee: Okay.
- [typing]
- Timothy McGee: "What do you want?"
- [the reply asks if he's alone]
- Timothy McGee: "No."
- Delilah Fielding: [hitting him] Don't say that.
- Timothy McGee: What? Why?
- Delilah Fielding: Because clearly, whoever that is wants you to be alone, so let them think you are alone.
- Timothy McGee: Okay, okay.
- [typing]
- Timothy McGee: "Yes. I'm alone."
- [the reply reads "There is a package for you in the stairwell"]
- Timothy McGee: Go to the kids, now.
- Delilah Fielding: Tim?
- Timothy McGee: Someone could be in the building. Call Gibbs. Actually, call 911, then call Gibbs.
- Delilah Fielding: Be careful.
- Timothy McGee: I mean, what kind of teacher doesn't nurture a budding flower, you know? Alcohol wipes, babe.
- Delilah Fielding: [passing them over] Well, turned out all right, didn't it?
- Timothy McGee: Well, I don't know about that. Haven't tapped since college, and I'm a failure as a writer.
- Delilah Fielding: You wrote a best-seller, Tim.
- Timothy McGee: Yeah, that was, uh, ten years ago, and it was two best-sellers, by the way. Torx driver.
- Delilah Fielding: I thought you were happy at NCIS.
- Timothy McGee: I am. It's just... last thing I wanted to do as a kid was join the Navy.
- Delilah Fielding: And you didn't.
- Timothy McGee: You know, I don't fight for the Navy, but I am a cop for it.