The day had already been strange enough.Y/N had been planning to go home hours ago, but those plans had quite literally gone up in flames.Her vehicle had been parked outside a small café when the suspect, apparently convinced it belonged to their intended target, had rigged it to explode.Thankfully, Y/N hadn’t been inside.Unfortunately, her car was now little more than twisted metal.So, until everything was sorted out, Vance had insisted she stay at NCIS.Now, several hours later, Y/N had wandered into the break room and decided that if she was going to be stuck at NCIS, she might as well make herself useful.She made coffee for everyone.Gibbs liked his strong.Ducky preferred his with a little cream.McGee had somehow already had three cups.And Vance…Vance liked his simple.Black coffee. Nothing complicated.Y/N poured his into a glass coffee cup, wrapped her fingers around it, and started toward his office.Then she stopped.She glanced down at the cup.She took a tiny sip.The coffee tasted perfectly normal.Exactly how Vance liked it.Y/N smiled faintly and continued toward the bullpen.She made it three steps out of the break room.Then something changed.Her stomach twisted. Her vision blurred.Y/N slowed.