Jen stood in line at a local coffee shop, staring up at the menu board, trying to figure out what she wants.  There were too many options and the choice was far more difficult than it needed to be.  She's craving sweet, but half the things on the menu can be made sweet just by dumping sugar in them.

"Director Shepard, a box of cigars arrived for you today."
"Cynthia, I don't smoke."
"I know, Director.  What should I do with them?"
"Don't touch them.  Put me through to Abby."

[note: set for Monday 5/14]

TO: scuito.abigail@navy.ncis.gov
FROM: shepard.jennifer@navy.ncis.gov
DATE: September 12, 2011 1:17:30AM
SUBJECT: EMILE RENOIR
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This is Émile Renoir.  Find out who he really is and why the hell he's in Paris.