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♪ I have a staff meeting
on Thursday night

that'll probably go late.

You free around 10:00?

I don't think so, Gary.

[door unbolting]

[door opening]What was that?

[turns off music]

Someone's downstairs.

[cocks gun]

What are you doing?

Heather!

Stay there.

Hold it!

[gunshots]

[shell casings clattering]

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MAN:
You look great.

TONY:
Ah, I try.

MAN: All right, start wide--
we're gonna work our way in.

MAN:
Yeah?

Oh. Okay.

PHOTOGRAPHER:
Look this way.

Okay, good.

Right there.

Good!

PHOTOGRAPHER:
Look back at your computer.

McGEE:
Ziva, what's going on:?

Tony has been selected to be on
the front cover of the new NCIS

recruiting brochure.

Oh, you gotta
be kidding me.

Hey! Check it out.

Who's the new face of NCIS?

You're looking at it, McEnvy.

Get used to it.

There will be no living
with him now.

Now?

All right, Tony,
just pretend like

you're working at your computer.

Yeah, that should
look very natural.

He does that
all the time.

TONY:
Like working for real?

Can we-- I'm sorry.

Because... I think
my left side is better,

and we're doing a lot of...

Did Gibbs authorize this?

GIBBS:
Nope, wasn't consulted.

You're up. Marine shot and
killed an intruder in Arlington.

Special Agent Gibbs,
Ron Sands, Public Affairs.

Yeah, I know who
you are, Sandy.

Special Agent DiNozzo
can't leave, sir.

We're not finished
with him yet.

I'll drive, boss.

All right.
Take five.

Thanks. Hey, boss?

TONY: Police think it was a
home invasion robbery gone bad.

Back door was jimmied.

Guy clearly had no idea whose
house he was breaking into.

Ooh-rah!

They ID the body?

Uh, no, nothing on him.

No wallet, no car keys...
Don't even know how he got here.

Only thing he brought
with him was a gun.

Intruder's weapon.

Serial number's been filed off.
Maybe Abby can lift something.

Get the
fingerprint scanner.

GIBBS: DiNozzo, make sure
you check upstairs.

Just about to, boss.Hey, Tony.

Can you help me
with this?

Are you wearing makeup?

This in Afghanistan?

Yeah. It was
two months ago.

Kandahar.

You take the picture?

No.

I am the picture.

You're a bomb tech.

Just being a regular office
POG didn't cut it for me.

Any regrets?

Still got all my fingers.

[cell phone rings]

It's my team leader.
I'm on call.

Dempsey.

911 call was
at 2:25 a.m.

Well, that's pretty consistent
with the time of death.

DUCKY:
Three shots, you say?

Well, she certainly
knew where to put them.

Yes, Sergeant. I understand.

Get her
statement?
HEATHER:
On my way.

Yes.

Don't you guys work
out of the Navy Yard?

They received a bomb threat
from an anti-war group.

ZIVA:
Where on the base?

Aboard the ceremonial
ship, the USS Barry,

HEATHER:
I need to go.

When do I get my weapon back?

When we're
finished with it.

Hey.

Hey.

Nice apartment.

[chuckling]

What?

She say she was
alone last night?

Yeah.
I don't think so.

Why?
Well, I was
poking around

upstairs, like you asked me to,

and I noticed there
was a queen-sized bed

with both sides rumpled.

And that does not
mean anything.

ZIVA:
I do not make my bed every day.

But I bet you sleep
on the same side of it.

That it?
Nope.

Toilet seat was up.

Maybe she's more Marine than
I thought.
[scanner beeping]

McGEE: Boss, we're
having a problem here.

I can't get a scan.

DUCKY:
Wait a minute.

His fingerprints
have been removed.

TONY:
Wow, imagine that.

A burglar that
doesn't need gloves.

[techno-punk music
plays loudly]

TONY: There's talk that

after the recruitment
brochure is published,

I may do a promotional
tour of college campuses.

Frightening thought
for the co-eds of America.

They're gonna put a giant
cardboard cutout of me

in Career Services

to greet new applicants.

Abby, why's the
music so loud?

[turns off music,
sirens blaring outside]

I'm trying to drown out
the sirens.

What's going on out there?

The bomb threat
on the Barry.

Okay, then why aren't you guys
out there investigating that

instead of being in here,
bugging me?

Agent Krone
is handling it.

Hmm.

We need your help.

I'm... I'm a
little busy.

I have to get the serial
number off this gun.

Okay. Facial recognition,
nothing yet, huh?

No, McGee.
I would've called.

I've run him through every
U.S. database and got nothing,

and now I'm running him
through Interpol.

McGEE:
Doesn't make sense.

This guy's obviously
got a criminal past.

Why else would he have
his fingerprints removed?

TONY: Abby, I emailed you
an audio file, okay,

'cause there's a background
sound I need you to enhance?

How did you get the password
to my account?

McGee gave it to me.

Thanks, McGee.
What?

No, I didn't. I...

There was no handing
out of any password.

He did.

No. No, I-I,
no, what...

[computer beeps]No, hey...

DISPATCHER: 911 operator. What
is the nature of your emergency?

HEATHER: I just shot a man
who broke into my house.

DISPATCHER: What's the address?
We'll dispatch an ambulance.

HEATHER:
Don't need an ambulance.

There's no rush. He's dead.

She sounds really calm.

Well, she diffuses
bombs for a living.

Right.

Okay, wait. Shh!
Here it comes. Listen.

[muffled, distorted sound]

'Scuse you,
McGee.

TONY:
Play it again.

[distorted sound]

TONY:
There, see?

That sounds
like a voice.

McGEE:
Sounds like a TV? Radio, maybe?

TONY: No, cause the
phone call goes on

for two-and-a-half minutes,
and, uh, you only hear it once.

[computer chirps]

[muffled voice
from computer speakers]

Okay, let's listen.

VOICE: Couldn't call
earlier. I'm on my way.

It's a man's voice.

Someone else
was there.

I knew she
was lying.

ZIVA: Sergeant Dempsey
grew up in Greenough, Montana.

Became a local
celebrity when she

filed a discrimination lawsuit
against the Board of Education.

They wouldn't let her play
high school football.

One year of junior college,
then she enlisted in the Corps.

Basic training
at Paris Island,

two tours in Iraq with
a Civil Affairs group.

and then E.O.D. school
at Eglin Air Force Base.

Disciplinary actions?

Yep. Three of them.

One for fighting, two
for questioning authority.

Clearly, she doesn't
play well with others.

Family?

Never been married.

Parents divorced, and one
brother-- living in D.C.

Boyfriend?

No one came up.

So, I ask you
once again,

who was the guy
on the phone talking

and why did she
lie to us about it?

Well, there's no hardwired phone
in Sergeant Dempsey's residence,

so our mystery caller
had to be using his cell.

Checked the local towers
that hour.

Usage was very low.
And we know the time

of Sergeant Dempsey's call
to 911--

that was 2:25 a.m.

That exact moment,
there were only

32 other cellular calls
in progress.

I can run them down.

Okay. Pressure Dempsey.

Aye, aye.

Can you, uh, track her
down for me, Ziva?

Yeah.

Thanks.
Sure.

Hey, Tony,
how's it going?

Oh, hey, Ron.
You need something?

SANDS: Truth is,
I'm under the gun, here.

I gotta get the artwork
to the printer tomorrow,

but I'm not really sure

I have the cover shot just yet.

I have an idea.

[typing, beeping]How about that?

It's a beautiful
booking photo.

TONY:
Green does bring out my eyes.

That's pretty good.

[hangs up phone]ZIVA: Heather Dempsey's
not answering.

But there are still emergency
vehicles in front of the ship.

What's going on?There's a bomb threat.

SANDS:
On a ship?

Sounds like a pretty
good photo op.

SANDS:
You guys mind if I tag along?

Uh, that's , uh,
not a good idea.

You should really ask Gibbs
first this time, Tony.

Grab your
photographer, Ronnie.

So what do you think he used?

Acid?

DUCKY: Possibly. There
are several methods.

Pineapple, for instance.

Pineapple?

Yeah, in the 1920s a cat burglar

named Nigel Hubbard
left no fingerprints.

Baffled Scotland
Yard for years.

Pineapple contains
an acid, pectin.

Hubbard pricked each of his
fingertips several times

and then soaked them
in the juice of the fruit.

It was very painful,
but effective.

Columella-labial
junction.

Oh, the outer portion
of his nose, here...

No, no, no, no, not his.

Mine. I have a confounded itch.

If you would be so kind...

Oh, I hate it
when it does this.

Wait, wait, wait...

Yeah.

[relieved sigh]

Am I interrupting
something, boys?

Have we come up with a name
for this fellow yet?

No. I was hoping
you'd help with that, Duck.

Yeah, well, we may be able
to winnow it down a bit.

His age, for example.

Based on dentition and his
bones, I would say he's a man

of between 55
and 60 years of age.

Okay, that's a start.Well, there's more.

His liver is not his own.Transplant.

And by the look of the sutures
and the type of procedure used,

I say it was done
15 to 20 years ago.

And liver transplants weren't
all that common back then.

Well, we haven't finished,
so there may be more.

I've just been regaling
Mr. Palmer on the methods used

by criminals to remove their
fingerprints over the years.

It's fascinating stuff,

as is the whole history
of dactyloscopy.

It goes back to Edward Henry,

inspector general of Bengal,
who in 1897...

TONY:
What do you got, Agent Krone?

Ship's been evacuated.

Some kind of
anti-war protest.

Phoned in a threat.

And we found a suspicious
backpack down below.

You guys are investigating
a shooting, right?

Yep.You need some help?

I'd love to show Agent
Gibbs what I can do.

Think we got it covered,
Agent Krone.

I have worked at the Navy Yard
for five years

and I have never set foot
on this boat.

Ship.
Whatever.

SANDS:
It's used for
ceremonial purposes,

open to the
public for tours.

I'll be topside,
if you need me.

Hey.Hey, you busy?

I wish.

Robbie the Robot's doing my job.

ZIVA:
And where is that?

Two decks down.

Dogs found it.

Micro-sensors on the robot

sniffed the spectral
signature of

explosive compounds.

Who's he?
Public affairs
officer.

You brought your publicist
with you? To a bomb threat?

[scoffs]

Can we talk?

Little busy right now,
Agent DiNozzo.

[whirring]
KELLY:
Got contact.

I'll be standing by.

TONY:
It's against the law
to lie to a federal officer.

You want to change the statement
you gave us this morning?

No.

We know you weren't
alone last night.

Really? Who
was I with?

We don't know,
but we're gonna find out.

KELLY:
Come on, just one more inch.

Damn!

It's hooked on

the pressure release valve.

I'm having trouble
getting it off.

Enough with the toys,
Master Guns, let me go in.

I'm giving it another shot,
Sergeant Dempsey.

All right, come on.

I'm suiting up.

Go.

I'm taking one more shot at it.

[whirring]

TONY:
What did I miss?

ZIVA:
Nothing.

It is still snagged.

KELLY:
I'm gonna reposition the robot.

If it had a motion sensor,
it would have gone off by now.

KELLY: You have no idea
what's in there, Dempsey.

HEATHER: Back the robot out;
I'm gonna need room.

[whirring]

KELLY: Backing it out.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Robot clear and deactivated.

Watch your six, Dempsey.

Careful, Dempsey.

KELLY:
Are you clear to release it?

Affirmative.

I'm taking it off
the pressure relief valve now.

See? No problem.

Let's get it
to the containment vessel.

I'm here.

I'll just disarm it now.

Don't be stupid.

Just gonna take a look inside.

Gutsy.

Or crazy.

What do we got?

[sighs]

Trouble.

There's a timer.

I'm out of here.

[groans]

[alarms ringing,
steps clattering on stairs]

Dempsey!

[grunts]

She all right?
Get a corpsman!

Yes, Sergeant.

Dempsey.
[sighs]

You okay?

You were right.

That was stupid.

DiNozzo and David?

McGEE:
Just called
from the infirmary.

Sergeant Dempsey's
gonna be okay.

They're keeping her overnight
for observation.

Apparently, the bomb
was more flash than bang.

Someone's making a statement.

Special Agent Krone's
problem now, not ours.

Got something on your mind, Tim?

I eliminated every cell phone
that was in use during the time

Dempsey called 911.

Every cell phone

except one.

Mm-hmm.

Got a name?

No.

And it's not going to be easy.

Spit it out, McGee.

It's a secure phone,
registered to the FBI.

[hoofbeats, gunfire over TV]

Supposed to be here
an hour ago.

My daughter had a performance
at school, I told you.

Be nice to me.

I just spent two hours
with our ex-wife.

Yeah, she
mention my name?

Not for years.

Hey, you shaved
your beard.

That's very observant.

What is that?

It's rice.

[turns off TV]

I thought you were
picking up cheeseburgers.

It's lamb curry
from the Punjab Express.

We both agreed we
hate that place.

We did, but I got
a twofer coupon in the mail.

Well, did you order
it spicy or mild?

Atomic.

[sniffs]

So whose cell phone was it?

Why do you need to know?

Home-invasion robbery.

A Marine shot an intruder.

Whoever had that cell phone
was there.

Doesn't sound right.

Marine's female.

Attractive.

He was with her
at 2:00 in the morning.

She's covering for him.

An affair?

No way.

Who is he?

The guy's high up in the Bureau.

Way above
our pay grade, Jethro.

Only did one field tour.

Worked his way up
through the bureaucracy

to the highest levels
of the FBI.

He's as straight-arrow
as they come.

Give me his name, will you?

Gary Tolin.

Executive assistant director

of the Criminal Investigations
Division.

Got another cereal bowl?

Guns usually speak to me.

They tell me
what I need to know.

You, sir, are not cooperating.

This is getting scary.

Dr. Mallard talks to the dead,

and now you're talking
to evidence.

Never mind.

Well, it usually
works with firearms.

This one's just
not saying a peep.

Well, the gun's owner
is talking.

Uh, sort of.
We need your help.

Well, I need a break.

You, don't go anywhere.

What do you need?Okay, we know the intruder

had a liver transplant
between 15 and 20 years ago.

So I'm not sure how complete
your older databases are,

but could you...

Run a computer search
of the transplant list

and narrow it down?

What do you have so far?

Let's see here.

Male, Caucasian,
approximately 55.

73 inches tall,
green eyes, brown hair,

blood-type A-positive.

And, at one point in his life,
fractured his L5 vertebrae.

Okay, I'm on it.

Mm-hmm.

Bye.

Go away.
What?

Back to the
duck pond.
Right.

GIBBS:
You weren't alone, Sergeant.

Really?

Your people
keep telling me that.

Who was I with?

GIBBS:
Executive Assistant Director
Gary Tolin of the FBI.

What was going on?

DEMPSEY:
What do you think was going on?

I'm tired of the
games, Sergeant.

Answer the question.

He was speaking at a seminar
on terrorist threat assessment.

We met at the cocktail hour
afterwards.

Started talking, hit it off.

Found him sort of cute.

I invited him back to my place.

For coffee.

How detailed
do you want me to get?

We're consenting adults.

His being there had nothing
to do with the robbery.

After I shot the guy,
Gary panicked,

told me he was married.

Told him to go home.

I'd cover.

That was it.

GIBBS:
We already gave you
an opportunity...

Can I talk to you outside?

[door closes]

Eh, I don't buy it.

What?

Them.

Her with him.

She's young, hot...

[chuckles]

...Marine bomb tech.

He's an old suit.

Well, I find certain
older men...

attractive.

I don't like
being embarrassed

in front of NCIS
agents, Fornell.

Sir, they're
investigating
a death.

You were a witness,
and you didn't
report it.

My being at her house
had nothing to do

with the robbery
or the shooting.

It was a stupid
indiscretion,

which I hope will be kept
from the Bureau and my wife.

[door opening]

Tell Special Agent Gibbs

I will cooperate fully
with the investigation.

But I'd appreciate it
if all communications

would go through you.

I'll pass that along.

ABBY:
Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on.

[bell dings]Come on. Come on.

[both grunt]
Palmer.

You-you said you
had something.

I do.
Well, I said
we'd be right up.

Well, I know, but
it couldn't wait.

I just wanted to show
you what I found

before we go to Gibbs.

The computer results are in.

Okay. Between 1995 and 2000,

18,212 people
had liver transplants

in the
United States.

Of those,
10,014 were male.

Now, if we factor in
the deceased's race,

blood type, age, height,
hair and eye color,

our possibilities
have now shrunk to 116 men.

Of those, only three

had a fractured vertebrae.

She's done most
of the agents' work for them.

Oh, no. I've done all of it.

Of the remaining three,

one died in 1997.

One of them is in a nursing home
in Peoria.

And, ta-dah, our winner
is Glover Reese,

formerly of Baltimore, Maryland.

McGEE:
Current address unknown.

GIBBS:
It's definitely the same guy.

Well, this Baltimore
mug shot was taken in 1980,

before files
were digitized.

Explains why we didn't get a hit
on facial recognition.

What do we know
about him?

He was born in 1952

on a small farm in Maryland.

Moved to Baltimore
as a teenager.

Quite a juvenile record.

TONY:
Oh, that's for sure.

In the '70s,
he had several busts.

Petty theft,
assault and battery.

And then, in '78,
he graduated to the big time.

Attempted murder.

Spent ten years
of a 15-year sentence at Jessup.

Ironically,
he got his liver transplant

while he was there,
courtesy of the state.

We paid for that, right?

Mm-hmm. A year
after his release,

he stopped checking in
with his parole officer

and disappeared.

Never to be heard
from again.

TONY:
Au contraire, boss.

And this is the part I think
you're really going to love.

His fingerprints were found

at the scenes
of two unsolved murders.

Good reason to have
your prints removed.

Who'd he kill?

TONY:
A union boss in Philly

and a millionaire playboy
in Palm Beach.

Both suspected
to be contract hits.

Really?

GIBBS:
Glover Reese wasn't a burglar.

He was a hit man.

[vehicle approaching]

Checked with Tolin's
office again.

They still haven't
heard from him,

and his cell's
turned off.

Find out if your Marine
lady had any enemies?

DiNozzo's going
to talk to her.

I'll bet the house
Tolin's the hit man's target.

I'm not going to
take that bet.

We at the FBI do tend
to piss people off.

Whoever wants him
eliminate is

just going to hire
somebody else.

You got to put him
in protective custody.

Well, you got to
find him first.

Excuse me.
Mrs. Tolin?

Yes.

Agent Fornell.

Special Agent
Gibbs, NCIS.

We're looking for
your husband.

Is he at home?

No.

Any idea where
we can find him?

He came home a couple hours ago,
packed a bag and rushed off.

Said it was Bureau business.

Told me he might
be gone a couple days.

Did he say where he was going?

Are either of you married?

No.

Divorced, huh?

Well, I don't know
how it was

in your marriages,

but I've been a Bureau wife
for 23 years,

and Gary either can't
or won't tell me about his work.

I have no idea where he went.

Well, if you
hear from him,

would you have
him give me call?

The FBI doesn't know
where he is?

Is something wrong?

We're not sure.

But just to be safe,

I'm going to
have agents

stationed outside
the house.

Now you're scaring me.

I'm going to make
some phone calls,

see if Tolin
is on "Bureau business."

Think she knows he
was fooling around?

If she doesn't know,
Tobias, she suspects.

Hey, Ron.

It's, uh, Tony DiNozzo.

Listen,
I've been looking through

the pictures that you sent,
and, uh, I don't know--

I... I can't put
my finger on it,

but there's something off.

Think I'd like to talk
to you about it.

Uh, give me a call
when you get a chance. Thanks.

Hey, Sergeant.

How you feeling?

Okay.

This official business,

or did I get a reputation this
morning as an easy hookup?

We identified the man you shot.

He's wanted for two
unsolved murders.

So, what, you're here
to give me a medal?

Well, he wasn't a burglar.

He was a contract killer.

You have any enemies?

None that
want me dead.

Well, you got off duty at 1600.
Where you been?

I was having dinner
with my brother.

Want his number?

We may have to put you
under protective custody.

This has got to be about
my friend at the FBI,

not me.

We're working that angle.

But I'm not buying
your story.

I mean, of course, I understand
why Tolin was turned on,

but why were you attracted
to him?

You an expert in these things?As a matter of fact, I am.

I've always had a
father complex.

We through?

I've had a
tough day.

Morning, Ziva.

Morning.

ZIVA:
What is this?

Downloaded the cases
Gary Tolin supervised

over the past five years.

Hopefully, we can find out
who wants him dead.

GIBBS:
Of course, you
got permission

to copy those files?

There's an index at the front.

Arlington police found
an abandoned, stolen car

a couple blocks from
Sergeant Dempsey's house.

You think our
hit man used it?

Well, I think he had
to get there somehow,

and it was hot-wired.

Explains why he didn't
have any keys on him.

It's just been towed into
our evidence garage.

I found out

Tolin is not
on Bureau business.

Told the director he wanted
a couple personal days.

TONY:
Oh. Tells the
Bureau one thing

and his wife another.

Boss, obviously, my gut
is not in your league,

but it tells me
that Tolin

and Heather Dempsey
are hiding something.

It's more than just
a one-night stand.

[computer trilling]Whoa.

This is a load of cases.

TONY:
Public corruption,
civil rights,

organized crime,
drugs, kidnapping.

Tolin's an EAD.

He's got his hands
in everything.

ZIVA:
This could take forever.

Tolin is one of yours.

Why isn't the FBI doing this?

Hey, until we
know more,

we're running things from here.

[phone ringing]

Yeah. Gibbs.

GIBBS: Mm-hmm.

Be right down.

[grunts]

Gibbs is on his way down.

You want to meet him
at the elevator?

Uh, you go ahead.

What are you doing?

I am anticipating
Gibbs' next move.

You're such a chess player.

Well, hello, Abby.

You've only had the car
for ten minutes.

That's fast, even for you.

I found this camera
under the front seat of the car.

Sergeant Dempsey was
the target, boss,

not Tolin.

Get her in here.

I've been tracking
Dempsey's cell,

and she is in McLean, Virginia,
about six miles from her place.

Well, call her.

[line ringing]

She just turned her
cell phone off.

Must have seen
our caller I.D.

Where in McLean?

Howard Rehabilitation Center.

McGee, go on.

Take Ziva with you.

Where are we going?

To find Sergeant Dempsey.

Hey.

Amigo, we bet
on the wrong horse.

That hit man
was after my Marine,

not your EAD.

That doesn't explain
why Tolin's off the grid.

I'm telling you,
those two are up to something.

ZIVA:
Excuse me.

I wonder if you
could help us.

I'll try.

Uh, we're looking
for this person,

and I thought she might be here.

Heather. You just missed her.

You know her.

She comes almost every day
to visit her brother.

Her brother?

Judd Dempsey.

Thanks.

Pardon us.

Uh, Judd?

Yeah.

Hi. NCIS.

Agents McGee and David.

We're looking
for your sister.

Got to be about
the burglar she shot.

Yeah, she told you, huh?

This has really been
a crazy year for us with guns.

What do you mean?

Heather kills a thief,
and I get shot in the back.

That's why I'm in this.

What happened?

I was in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

I got caught in the crossfire
of a drug turf war

between rival gangs
in Southeast DC.

Judd Dempsey was an
innocent bystander.

Now he's paralyzed
from the chest down.

He was working at a
Fourth Street homeless shelter.

He's a really sweet kid.

They are very close.

Dempsey was in Afghanistan
when it happened.

Get the shooter?

Yes, they did.

McGEE:
Gene Abbott.

It's a local dealer.

After his arrest,

he cooperated, named names,
was granted immunity

and given a new identity
by the Justice Department.

Guess who
recommended the deal.

TONY:
Everybody's favorite
FBI Executive

Assistant Director,
Gary P. Tolin.

ZIVA:
More than just
a one-night stand, huh?

Heather Dempsey? Come on.

You guys know what this
is-- it's Body Heat.

The 1981 classic

with William Hurt
and Kathleen Turner.

Boss, as much as I hate
Tony's movie analogies,

I think he's right on
with this one.

Heather Dempsey wanted revenge.

She needed Abbott's
new identity.

She didn't bump into Tolin
at the seminar by chance.

She went there looking for him,

and then she
Kathleen-Turnered
on the body heat

and got him back
to her place.

McGEE:
More than once.

She lied to us.

They met
before the seminar.

I checked Tolin's
cell phone history.

He was at Dempsey's residence

several times
over the last two weeks.

TONY:
Heather seduced the new
name and identity from him.

That's why Tolin's been
acting so squirrelly.

Heather Dempsey's
gonna kill Abbott.

ZIVA: Sergeant Dempsey's team
leader has not heard from her.

Put out a BOLO on her
and her truck.

Got nothing.

Her phone's still off.

Obviously she doesn't
want to be found.

You think Abbott hired
the hit man to kill her?

He would if he found out
she was looking for him.

[phone rings]

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Mm-hmm. I'll be right up.

Let's go. You're
with me, poster boy.

[chuckles]

Tobias, what do you got?

I apologize for disappearing,
Agent Gibbs.

I... I needed some time
to sort some things out.

You want to tell us
what really happened

between you
and Heather Dempsey?

I wouldn't admit it at the time,
but I let myself be used.

I should have known
something was wrong.

A woman like Heather
coming on to me?

All she really wanted
was information.

Gene Abbott's new
name and location.

You gave it to her.

I wasn't thinking...
clearly.

Abbott's living on a farm
in Eldersburg, Maryland.

Agent Gibbs, I
want you to know

that I'm preparing a letter
of resignation detailing

everything that's happened.

It will be on the director's
desk by the end of the day.

I'm not excusing
what I've done, but...

Heather did say that she just
wanted to confront Abbott.

And you believe that.

[horse neighs, dog barking]

That's her pickup right there.

Check the house.

ABBOTT:
This is just way out of
control! You're crazy!

DEMPSEY:
What, you're not
enjoying yourself?

You look like hell.

I can't take
this anymore.

HEATHER:
Then you know what to do.

Make a sharp move, Gene.

It'll all be over.

But you can't do it

'cause you're a coward.

You ratted out your homies
just to stay out of jail.

I'll put you out
of your misery...

when I'm ready.

You guys are good.

[whimpering]:
Help! She... she's sick!

This thing, it has
a motion sensor.

If I move, I'm dead!

So how long has she been here?

A couple days.

Boss, I can call the
bomb squad if you need.

I don't know.

We got our own EOD tech
right here.

Call the bomb squad!

Gonna have to answer
some questions first.

What?

You put out a contract
on Sergeant Dempsey?

What's the blast radius?

About 15, 20 feet.

See, I understand
if you're reluctant to answer.

You probably want to talk
to your lawyer first.

Yeah. We could, uh, get you one
by tomorrow morning.

Although, for a good one,
that's gonna take a couple days.

All right... all right.

"All right" what?

I put the hit out.

Now get this thing off me!

I want to make sure
you don't feel coerced,

that you're volunteering
this information.

It was done in self-defense.

Explain.

A neighbor said
she'd been nosing around.

He took down
her license number.

When I found out who she was...

You decided to get

Sergeant Dempsey
before she got you.

How'd that work out for ya?

Heather,

you don't want
to ruin your life

for this guy.

[gasps]

Go on.

Take it off.

You can do it.

It's a fake.

Yeah, I wanted
him to suffer.

To feel a little bit
of what my brother
feels every day.

Stuck in a chair.

Constant pain.

Unable to do the simplest
things without help.

At the mercy of others.

[whistling
Italian aria]

Italian?

Si. Pasta puttanesca.

My nonna'srecipe.

Wait till I'm done.

It's good. What's
the occasion?

I'm trying to curry favor.

Gene Abbott was charged
with conspiracy to commit.

Well, criminals are stupid.

He didn't realize
that the new crime

wasn't covered by his immunity?

What're you going to do
about Sergeant Dempsey?

Me? Nothing.
She's a hero

as far as I'm concerned.

The ATF doesn't see it that way.

They're debating
which charges to file:

kidnapping, assault,

threat of bodily harm.

[chuckles]
The bomb was
bogus, Tobias.

Hey!

Good luck finding a jury
that will convict.

You gonna wash up?

What is he doing
here so early?

He has not beaten me
in over a month.

I don't know.

Mid-year reviews
aren't till December.

Tony...

what's going on?

For your information,

the recruitment brochure is
going to the printer today.

Ron Sands is up
with the Director right now

getting the mockup
approved.

It's a big day.

And, um, if you guys would
like autographed copies

of the brochure,
I can arrange that.

Here he comes.

Hey, Ron.
Oh.

Hey, so, uh,

what'd the director
have to say?

He was very pleased.
It looks beautiful. So, good.

Use the shot of me at my desk
on the cover?

No.

Oh, I know,

one of the ones
from aboard the ship.

That was your idea, too.

It was my idea, but we
didn't use that one either.

Oh. Abby's lab?

No.

Shooting range?

Uh...

Break room?

No.

Which one did you use?

The director
wanted the image

of NCIS to be
one of authority...

and integrity.

Leadership.

Isn't that a piece
of your shoulder

in the background, Tony?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, it is.

[laughs]

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