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Honey? You in here?

Somebody's been a busy bee this morning.

Oh, eggs and bacon. My favorite.

You sleep okay?

Oh, my neck is killing me.

So much for that water-filled pillow

my mom sent me for my birthday.

I said I was sorry.

Okay, fine.

Tonight, we can watch whatever you want.

Hmm?

Uh...

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www.addic7ed.com

I feel incredible.

That's because you're dehydrated.

And delirium is a side
effect of dehydration.

Just admit it, you had fun this morning.

Okay, you were a little
too sweaty for me.

Do we even want to know?

Nope.

Oh, relax.

- Hot yoga.
- Ah.

Yikes. No, I'm with Knight:
too much sweat.

I prefer baked goods.

Anybody?

Triple D's Donuts?
These are always sold out.

- How'd you get them?
- I didn't.

They're a little too mainstream
for me, but...

I'm coming around.

They were here when we got in.

Aren't these donuts

triple delicious?

I got up at 5:00 a.m., waited in line

for over an hour,
but, oh, it was so worth it.

Totally worth it.

And that is item number 29
crossed off my Dream Docket.

Dream Docket?

Oh, it's a list of a hundred things
I have always dreamed of doing.

Is, uh, "Riding a motorcycle"
on the list?

Good eye. Riding the open road
on two wheels

is number 26 on the list.

Torres, lessons start on Monday.

Okay.

And Grandmaster McGee,

you could help me with
item number 30 on the list,

"Become a chess prodigy."

Prodigies are usually children.

I could be a late bloomer.
Oh, speaking of blooms,

rumor has it that you just bought

a Philodendron gloriosum.

I'm gonna need a clipping.
Number 12 on the list.

There are rumors about my plants?

Oh, and Knight,
we're taking a falconry class

this Sunday, 6:00 a.m.

Don't be late. Ca-caw.

That was weird.

You think maybe there's
something in these donuts?

Well, we'll have to find out in the car.

Attempted murder in Waldorf. Let's roll.

All right, our stabbing
victim is Logan Donohue.

He called 911, was taken to Walter Reed.

Going into surgery as we speak.

Any idea who stabbed him?

Nope. 911 operator says he was
barely conscious on the call.

Hospital thinks he was stabbed

with a straight-edged instrument
about four inches in length.

I'll take a paring knife for 500.

Or cooking scissors for three.

You guys don't use them?

They're a game changer.

Anyone heard from the wife?

Lieutenant Rachel Donohue.

She was not in the house
when the paramedics arrived,

and police have not
been able to reach her.

Where's she stationed?

Joint Base Andrews.
Hasn't reported in yet.

Hmm. Well, I'll take some blood samples,

and hopefully, none of it's hers.

All right. Early morning attack.

Nothing appears to be missing.

We looking at a kidnapping here?

More like a domestic dispute gone wrong.

I got the 4-1-1 on Donohue's wife.

The neighbor saw her drive off
this morning in a hurry.

You got a time?

7:00 a.m. on the dot.

That's right after Logan called 911.

That means she was in the house
when he was stabbed.

That's not a good look.

Oh, and it gets better.

The neighbor saw the lieutenant
drop this in the trash

as she was leaving.

Cooking scissors.

300 points for Knight.

All right, not a kidnapping,

which means our missing wife
is now our missing suspect.

Probably on the run. Anyone
feeling like it's BOLO time?

I'll talk to highway patrol,

but, um, you know, she could be
a hundred miles away by now.

Whoa, whoa, ma'am.
You can't come in here.

- I live here.
- Or not.

Hey, hey. Let me in.

- What are you doing in my house?
- Relax.

Where is my husband?

The paramedics took your husband

to the hospital after you, um...

...stabbed him?

After I what?

Logan and I have been married
for almost ten years.

I would never do anything to hurt him.

We've got your prints
on the assault weapon.

And Logan's blood
on your robe in the bedroom.

And this is a done deal.

And you claim that you don't
remember what happened.

Think maybe

you did stab him.

No.

Except yes, you did.

The only question now is why.

Uh, for some reason,
juries are keen on motive.

So either you can give us
one now or we can wait

until your husband's out of surgery.

I already told you,

I don't even remember
getting dressed this morning,

let alone what happened to Logan.

My head is killing me.

So, what do you remember?

Um...

I got home late from work last night.

I'm an aviation maintenance officer.

I'm on base right now,

but normally I'm on a carrier
for half the year.

That must be hard on your marriage.

We have our problems.

Just like anyone else.

I'm away so much,
and Logan's job at the FDA

keeps him pretty busy when I am back.

But our marriage is rock-solid.

Okay, so you came home late from work.

Then what?

I went to bed around 11:00 p.m.

The next thing I remember, I...

I was in my car in some parking lot.

I had no idea how I got there.

I got scared.

I drove home and then I found
you standing in my kitchen.

And I saw the blood.

Oh, my God.

What if I did do this?

Have you ever blacked out before?

No, but I...

I have been having
some weird health issues lately.

Describe "weird."

Bad headaches,

my skin gets cold and clammy
and I feel like I'm gonna faint.

Google says it may be
an anxiety disorder.

Have you seen a real doctor?

Yeah, just a few days ago, actually.

We talked and he ran a bunch of tests.

He told me to come back next week.

You mind if we have a chat with him?

I didn't really stab my husband, did I?

Come on, man. She's
using us to build an insanity plea.

I don't know. The lieutenant
seemed pretty rattled.

Maybe the memory loss is from PTS

or some trauma we don't know about.

I don't know, man.
This just smells funny to me.

Especially that, uh,
"weird health issue" thing.

Dr. Marley? NCIS Special
Agents Knight, Torres.

Do you have a moment?

Just a sec.
I'm in the middle of a rally.

Maybe you need to hold
the badge a little higher?

Mmm.

It has to do with a patient of yours

who was involved in a stabbing.

Sorry. I've been trying to beat
this yahoo for a month.

Plus, I can't discuss
patient information without...

Without a signed, uh, HIPAA waiver?

Bada bing.

Lieutenant Donohue.

Yeah, I remember her. How can I help?

When you examined the lieutenant,

did you notice anything unusual?

Any disorders that
could cause blackouts?

Any, uh, violent outbursts?

I ran her blood, did a standard exam.

She passed with flying colors.
Physically, at least.

What does that mean?

She asked me to run a full
psychological battery as well.

And her answers were...

inconsistent.

Inconsistent with what?

With any standard diagnosis.

Her responses were all over the map.

Like, maybe she was trying to,
uh, fake being crazy?

"Crazy" is not a standard diagnosis.

But now that you mention it,
it might explain things.

Hey, I heard a rumor you got

the lieutenant's search history.

Find anything helpful?

Sadly, I didn't find "how
to fake an insanity plea,"

if that's the kind of thing
you're asking, but...

I did find a few odd trinkets.

Was she planning on taking a trip?

Oh! Actually, that's for me.
Item 62 on my Dream Docket.

"Caribbean cruise."

Like, maybe the cruise
Delilah's mom went on?

The one where she found
a dead body in the sauna?

Maybe not that one.

Kase, you think you're going overboard

with this whole Dream Docket thing?

Everything okay?

Oh, I'm fine.

You know, I just, uh...

It was my New Year's
resolution to finish

the list by the end of the year.
I'm just getting a late start.

So many dreams, so little time.

What about you, McGee?
What's on your Docket?

Uh, right now?
Finding out what was so "odd"

about Lieutenant Donohue's
search history.

I see what you did there.

Um, her searches were par for
the course this past year.

Tech, travel, fashion.

Then, suddenly, six weeks ago,

she started searching for things like

"how to tell if you're going crazy"

and "I feel like I'm losing my mind."

That's a little on the nose.

Well, maybe that's her plan.
Laying pipe for her defense.

Or maybe she really was going crazy.

Thankfully, not my department.

But something must have
happened six weeks ago,

because she took a page
from my Dream Docket.

"Go on a spending spree."

She opened a couple new
credit cards and racked up

over $20,000 worth of debt.

$5,000 for a reclaimed wooden chair?

The Donohues had bigger problems
than a reclaimed wooden chair.

Eh, she says they were happily married.

Was that before she stabbed him

or after they did nine months
of couples therapy?

Couples therapy?

According to their bank statements,

they went twice a week,
starting last May.

I don't think it worked.

I told you we had problems,
but we worked through them.

Okay, fine.

Things came to a head late last year,

but our therapist is a miracle worker.

Logan and I have never been better.

Mm. I'm not sure that, uh,
Logan would agree.

Every couple has rough patches.

What was this rough patch about?

Your credit card debt?

Uh, credit card debt?
I don't have any debt.

I didn't...

I didn't buy any of this stuff.

Really?

A $500 air fryer?

Did you see one of those in my kitchen?

So what do you... what do you
think actually is happening here?

What's your theory?

That I hatched

some plan six weeks ago
to make myself look crazy

so that I could stab my jerk
husband and plead insanity?

Your "jerk" husband?

How many times do I have to tell
him to pick up his clothes

- before he will listen to me?
- You tell us.

Day after day, I have to ask him
to wipe down the table.

He just won't wipe down
the table after he eats!

- Night after night...
- Sit down, Lieutenant.

...the snoring.
He sets the thermostat too low.

- Sit down!
- I haven't had a good night's sleep

- in I don't even know...
- All right. Sit down!

Lieutenant?
What? What is it? Lieutenant?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I got you.

- I got her, I got her.
- All right.

I told you,

I don't need to go to the hospital.

I feel better now.

Except, uh...

maybe a little hungry.

Okay.

Uh, why don't you take her upstairs,
get her something to eat?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Agent Torres told me
what I said earlier and, um,

that wasn't me.

I love my husband.

After you.

She didn't seem like
she loved him in interrogation.

I know. I saw the tape.

And I actually think
I might be able to explain it.

Kasie ran her blood,

and her thyroxine levels
are through the roof.

Thyroxine?

It's a hormone produced
by your thyroid gland.

Also known as T4.

Too much can lead
to headaches and memory loss.

Violent outbursts?

At the extreme levels that we found?

- Yes.
- Are you telling me

that Lieutenant Donohue
stabbed her husband

because her thyroid is out of whack?

Well, not quite.
We also found a T4 stimulant

in her blood, and it's not natural.

It's synthetic, like a,
like a pill or an injection.

What, is she taking something?

Well, she says no.
And if that's the case...

Someone's drugging her?

And I think I know how.

She was having trouble
breathing when she came down,

so I took a look at her lungs.

They're clear,
but the X-ray showed me this.

At first, I thought it was
a birth control implant,

but the lieutenant said
she didn't have one.

In fact, she's never had
an implant of any kind.

So how the hell did it get there?

No clue.

But by the way her T4 spiked

and then went back to normal so quickly,

I suspect this implant is the cause.

Now, I suggest getting it out
of her immediately,

before something else happens.

This is the thing that was in my arm?

And you had no idea it was there?

No.

How is that even possible?

We're trying to figure that out.

But our medical examiner confirmed

it's the source of your thyroid issues.

And your symptoms.

The blackouts, the violent behavior.

Why would somebody do this to me?

We're trying to figure that out, too.

We're taking the implant apart

and hoping to track down
whoever made it.

You said your symptoms
started six weeks ago.

About that, yeah.

You have any surgical procedures
around that time

where you were sedated?

I had a root canal. Uh...

They put me in a twilight sleep.

And my...

my arm was sore afterward.

We're gonna need the name
of that dentist.

I have to tell Logan.

He has to know
that this wasn't my fault.

He's still recovering from surgery.

My family...

we don't talk too much.

Hell, I wasn't even invited to
my cousin's funeral last year.

But Logan, he's always been my rock.

He thought he had me beat.

But that's when I showed him
a straight flush.

Exactly. Didn't know what hit him.

Dr. Kimball?

There's some officers from, um...

Federal agents, actually.

NCIS. We'd like a word with you?

Uh, of-of course.

Uh, Mila, can you finish up?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, now you think about
those veneers, okay?

- And remember, floss.
- Mm-hmm.

We are, uh, here about a patient.

Lieutenant Rachel Donohue.

Uh, hmm, doesn't sound familiar.

She had a root canal
about two months ago.

Oh, I-I'd have to double-check my files.

Why are dentist's offices so weird?

I don't know, man. I kind of
like the dentist's office.

Yeah, the comfy chair, the spa music.

You know, senior year,
I discovered I had twice

as many nerve endings in my
mouth as a normal person?

I didn't know you were
so sensitive, McGee.

Dr. Kimball?

You keep files on the roof?

Yeah.

Well, looks like you've got quite

the gambling problem, Doctor.

Even a few misdemeanors for bookkeeping.

That was years ago. I-I'm on
the straight and narrow now.

Mm. Says the man
who, uh, just tried to escape.

Let's try this one more time.

Do you remember Lieutenant Donohue?

Did you implant something in
her arm while she was sedated?

Okay, look, if you talk,

we'll put in a good word
with the DA. If you don't,

I'm gonna pretend
you're my childhood dentist.

Mm, you don't want that.

Going once...

Going twice.

Okay. Okay, listen.

All I did was give Rachel
a-a simple root canal.

And?

And I gave her an in-injection.

What kind of injection?

I don't know.

I was contacted over the Internet.

They said all I had to do
was give Rachel this shot.

They promised it wouldn't hurt her,

a-and that they'd pay my debts.

That must have been some debt,

considering you violated
every oath you took.

I got in deep last football season

with some really bad dudes.

I-It was either this
or get my legs broken.

How'd they pay you?

They wired me the money.

If I give you some
of the info on these guys,

maybe this could go away?

Your kids need braces?

I could do it for free.

If you could expedite that,
I would appreciate it.

Thanks.

Let me guess,
the scuba equipment you ordered

is running late?

Uh, no, it's, um...

Mm. It's nothing.

Is that the, uh, last sample
of Lieutenant Donohue's blood?

Mm-hmm. Uh, any luck
tracing the implant?

No, not yet. I've taken
this thing completely apart

and still have no idea who made it.

Fascinating biotech, though.
Way ahead of its time.

It's made of a polymer

that's safe enough to be
in the body for years.

You put whatever medicine
you want in here.

And it comes out through this membrane.

And it's programmable,
so you can control

the amount released with your phone.

That suddenly sounds a lot
less cool and a lot more scary.

Like, "a whole new way for
hackers to kill people" scary.

Or, in this case,

"crank up the dosage enough
to drive you crazy" scary.

I can't believe this was
in her without her knowing,

messing with her hormones, her memories.

Everything okay?

Hmm? What? Yeah. Why?

Uh, Jess was just telling about
your, uh, your Dream Docket.

The donuts and the motorcycle
lessons, all that stuff.

Made me think that

everything was maybe not okay?

Oh, my God, because I'm eating donuts

and taking motorcycle lessons?

- Also, you've been evading me.
- What?

I am totally not evading you.

Yes, you've been evading me.

Kasie, come on, we've been
through too much, all right,

for these kind of shenanigans.

Is something going on?

My aunt was recently diagnosed

with early-onset Alzheimer's.

Oh, Kase. I'm so sorry.

I got tested a few days ago,

to see if I have
the high-risk gene that, um...

I'm sure you know

all about that. Um...

And I'm waiting on my test results.

So that is why

you wanted to finish your Dream Docket.

I thought I had all the time
in the world, but maybe I don't.

Okay, forgive me, but do you think

maybe you might be overreacting here?

No, it depends on the results.

Uh, you're right, a-and I know
how hard waiting can be,

but I think there's no need to panic.

Jimmy.

I am allowed
to freak out however I want to.

Okay? And you don't know
what I'm feeling.

You're right.

I-I don't know exactly
how you're feeling, but...

But you just want to help.
Okay, I get it.

So why don't you help by letting me

get back to tracing this implant?

If I hear the word
"proprietary" one more time...

Not getting anywhere
with the biotech companies?

Well, half of them
refused to speak to me,

and the other half accused me
of being the competition.

Well, competitors have been
stealing each other's tech

for centuries.

Lightbulb, telephone...

Monopoly.

The board game?

Yeah, it used to be called
The Landlord's Game.

It was made to teach people
how terrible capitalism was.

Well, that backfired,

because every capitalist
loves that game.

Not me. Last time I won
at Monopoly, I was nine.

Been chasing that high ever since.

Any luck tracing that payment
to our dentist?

Uh, the trail dead-ended
at a shell company.

Kasie's working on it.

Someone went to a lot of trouble
to hurt that woman.

Unless we still think
she's playing us somehow?

No. No, the lieutenant
is no longer a suspect.

She was the target.

I might have a lead
on who was targeting her.

I figured someone was
keeping tabs on her

with all that was going on,

so I checked out the Donohues'
doorbell camera footage,

and check it out.

Well, that's creepy.

What's he doing? He's just staring.

Yeah, he does the exact
same thing the next two nights.

Donohues have a stalker?

Or maybe he had to get closer
in order to adjust

the dosage on that implant.

You get a shot of his face?

This is as good as it gets.

Oh. Kasie has a lead.

She tracked down a piece of the implant.

It was a patent filed
by a start-up biotech company

in Sterling.

Biotech start-up. I'll take it.

Do I even have to ask
who wants to go with?

McGee.

I read about these in NanoTech Today.

It's a microfluidic chip

that can run all kinds of medical tests

from a single drop of blood.

Fool me once. Theranos, anyone?

Whoa.

What's that?

That, gentlemen, is a human liver.

Or at least the start of one.

I'm Adriana Broussard,

CEO of Dynamical Labs.

Hi. NCIS Special Agent McGee,
this is Special Agent Parker.

That liver took
my Regenerative Medicine Team

eight months to grow.

Does it work?

Is that why you're here?

To discuss our synthetic organ work?

We're actually here to discuss
something a little smaller.

Hmm. Dynamical Labs actually
thinks big by thinking small.

Our true calling is
microbiomechanical systems.

Such as replacing
these old cochlear implants

with artificial auditory nerves
the thickness of a human hair.

Whew.

The technology behind
it would astound you.

Would you like a tour?

As much as we'd love a tour,

we really need to ask a few questions.

Of course. Happy to help.

Are you working on any subdermal,

micro-drug delivery systems?

Yes, but I can't go into any detail,

as that work is highly confidential.

Work like this?

Where did you get that?

Pulled it out of a woman's arm.

That's not possible.

That was a prototype from a program

that was shelved six months ago.

Why was it shelved?

The FDA came out to do an inspection,

and they felt the product was too risky.

The FDA?

Do you remember exactly who
from the FDA did the inspection?

The safety officer's name
was Logan Donohue.

The lieutenant's husband.

Funny coincidence.

I'm guessing people get pretty upset

when their programs get shut down?

Our engineers devote their lives
to their projects.

Donohue's name is like
a curse word around here now.

What exactly is going on here?

Sounds like payback.

"You ruined my life,
so I'm going to ruin yours."

And this was emailed
to our stabbing victim Logan?

Yeah, we started
digging into his accounts

after our visit to Dynamical.

Yeah, that was sent to Logan

after he got the implant program
shut down.

You suspect that one
of the fired engineers sent it?

Well, according to the CEO
we spoke with,

over 40 engineers lost their
jobs when the program was cut.

I mean, some of them had devoted

their entire professional careers to it.

But why put the implant
in Lieutenant Donohue?

The guy who wrote this

said he wanted to ruin Logan's life.

So, any luck tracing that email?

Working on it.
And we're looking over the list

of fired employees,
seeing if anyone stands out.

Kasie's still trying to track

the payment to the dentist.

You might want to try
talking to Logan himself.

Yeah, when he wakes up.

He's awake.

That's the hospital. He's up.

Wants to talk.

All right, we'll get someone there ASAP.

Right. Just be careful.

Someone wanted to get
revenge on this guy.

They may not be done.

These are the engineers from
the implant team you shut down.

We think that, uh, one of them
sent you that threatening email.

Uh, nobody's standing out.

This is all my fault.

If I didn't shut that program down,

none of this would have happened.

You mind if we show you one more photo?

This guy's been hanging
around your house.

Look familiar?

Yeah, he does, actually.

When I took the trash out last week,

I-I saw a guy wearing
that exact same hoodie.

Did you get a look at his face?

No, but I-I saw him
drive off in a, um...

a silver Prius.

Thank you, Mr. Donohue.

When can I see my wife?

She wanted to wait until you
asked for her before she walked in.

I'm asking.

I'm so sorry, Logan.

Honey, you're not
getting rid of me that easily.

Come here.

Come here.

Ooh. You're a hard man to find.

That was kind of the point.

Office rugs getting steam-cleaned?

No, I just lately found that
my office is starting to feel

a little too much like my office.

Plus, at night,

I can get a lot more work done down here

without any distractions.

That would be me. Um...

Here is the analysis on
the implant you requested.

Uh, word of warning, it's
not exactly light reading.

I'll keep my medical dictionary handy.

Is there something else, Miss Hines?

Actually, there is.

Uh, I apologize for asking,
but I heard that you dealt

with a pretty major health scare
not too long ago.

Totally understand if you don't
want to talk about it.

My doctors thought I had lymphoma.

Thankfully,

it turned out to be something
that was benign.

But you didn't know that right away?

No, I most surely did not.

How did you handle it?

Waiting for your results, not knowing

whether your entire life
was about to change.

Well, um...

it wasn't my finest moment.

I couldn't stop imagining
all the things in life that...

I might miss out on.

Walking my daughter down the aisle.

Holding my first grandchild.

You must have been pretty
relieved when you got your results.

Actually, I-I was able
to find peace even before then.

I realized that, cancer or not,

my future wasn't a given.

You never know what's waiting
for you down the road.

Ever.

No disrespect,
but that sounds like the tagline

for a horror movie poster.

Or the greatest love story of all time.

You just never know.

So I just decided

I was gonna live every day
like it's my last.

That way, I'll never be disappointed.

Thank you.

I hope it helps.

Any luck finding that silver Prius?

You know, I don't know what's worse.

Combing through traffic cam footage

or combing through septic tanks.

When did you comb through a septic tank?

You know, McGee, some things you
just don't want to talk about.

- Mm.
- The point is that dozens of Priuses

drive by Logan's street every day.

It's a shame his stalker
didn't drive something cooler.

Like a Corvette.

Yeah, or like a Porsche.

Or a Miata.

Huh?

Brah. Ugh.

Hey, hey. Don't be hating on Miata now.

They're cheap,

reliable, unlimited smiles per gallon.

I had one.

Back in '95.

Rest in peace, Red Bandit.

Do you need a moment?

No, I'm good. I heard we got
a new lead on our stalker?

Yes. We compared the fired engineers

to the stalker on the doorbell cam,

and narrowed it down to nine suspects.

Any of them drive a silver Prius?

Surprisingly, no.

Maybe we're barking up the wrong
tree with these engineers.

No, it's the right tree.

I'm looking through the
engineers' social media profiles.

One of them has this tattoo.

Is that the Golden Snitch
from Harry Potter?

No, actually, that tattoo
is of the fairy Ragadar

from the Kingdom of Avis.

- It's a video game.
- Oh.

That fairy matches the logo

that was on our stalker's hoodie.

All right, bring in our fired
engineer for a little chat.

Never seen that guy before.

Really? Because this is the FDA officer

that got you fired from Dynamical.

Must be rough going from
a biotech engineering job

to, uh, making kitchen sinks.

I'm a faucet valve engineer.

Okay.

So, if you don't know him,

then why are you spending so much time

lurking on his sidewalk?

That could be anyone.

You've got an identical hoodie
hanging in your closet.

And we found this
email on your laptop to Logan.

"You ruined my life,
so I'm going to ruin yours."

That could mean anything.

Oh, I think it means

that you blame Logan
for ruining your life.

Lost your job, your home, your marriage.

And now you live
in a tiny little apartment

and you don't even own a real couch.

It's not illegal to own
inflatable furniture.

No, but felony assault is.

Wait, what?

Logan's wife stabbed him.

Because this was implanted in her arm.

You put it there.

That's felony assault.

It was probably easy enough
for you to steal.

Then all you'd have to do
is bribe someone to implant it.

Okay, can we just slow down
for a second?

I'm sorry, McGee, I'm
starting to lose count.

How many charges is that?

Uh, well, we got
stalking, bodily harm...

I didn't steal that implant.

...bribery, assault, corporate theft.

I said I didn't steal
this implant. Logan did.

Go on.

Okay, okay. Geez, look. Look.

The day that I was fired,

I saw Logan swipe one of the prototypes.

Logan?

Yeah. And I figured
that he was swiping it

for the competition, but I also figured,

hey, if he was gonna make
a quick buck, then so was I.

You were gonna blackmail him.

The email that I sent him
was the warning.

And then, uh, I was gonna, I was gonna

go to his house
and I was gonna confront him.

And then, I-I made it as far
as the walkway a few times,

but I never worked up
the nerve to knock.

So, if Logan stole the implant
to sell to the competition,

how did it end up in his wife's arm?

Well, you're asking
the wrong guy, aren't you?

Do we believe him?

Don't know. He doesn't have any proof.

Well, I guess we wait till
Torres gets to the hospital,

we see what Logan has to say.

We got a problem.

I was finally able to trace

the shell company that paid the dentist,

and you'll never guess
who it belonged to.

- Logan Donohue.
- Logan Donohue.

Damn. How'd you know that?

Well, I guess now we got our proof.

Parker.

When?

Okay, get the lieutenant back here.

What?

That was Torres. Logan's rabbiting.

He checked himself out
about an hour ago.

Must have known we'd figure it out.

Bolted first chance he got.

He didn't even tell
his wife he was leaving.

Oh, that's not the only thing
Logan didn't tell her.

I was processing Logan's laptop
when I found an email chain

between him and an
estate planning attorney.

- That sounds riveting.
- Oh, right.

Normally, this stuff
makes my eyes bleed.

But not this time.

Logan wanted the lawyer to draw up

a power of attorney document,
giving him full control

over his wife's finances.

On what grounds?

He claimed she needed to be
put in a conservatorship

because she was unable
to care for herself.

But that was four months ago.

Before she even started getting sick.

I think he was getting a head start.

He knew what would happen
once that implant went in.

But why go to all the trouble?

The lieutenant has over $20,000
in credit card debt.

Actually, she doesn't.

It seems it was your husband

who opened those credit cards
in your name.

We think he wanted you to appear

financially irresponsible
to help bolster his case.

If he just wanted me gone,
why not just divorce me

like a normal person?

We don't know.

We were hoping you could
help us figure that out.

Well, I sure as hell don't know.

I mean, Logan is the reason
why I'm working on base

instead of a carrier.

He said that he wanted me closer.

Oh, my God.

I am such an idiot.

It was all a lie.

Love makes you see the best in people.

He must really hate me
to do something like this.

We need to find Logan. Do you
have any idea where he might be?

I don't know.

I don't know anything right now,

except that I just, I need to go home.

It might be better if you stay.

I'm really done with
people telling me what to do.

- I'm going home.
- Yeah, no, of course. You can go.

We'll let you know
as soon as we hear anything.

Could you give Mrs.
Donohue a ride, please?

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

This way, please.

You really think that's a good idea?

I think she knows where her husband is,

but no way was she gonna tell us.

She wants to kill him herself.

Probably.

Honestly, though, at this point,

she could be in on it.

You always loved your grandpa's cabin.

When I found out you left
the hospital, I...

I knew you'd come here.

Had to give the NCIS agent

watching my house the slip, though.

Why was the NCIS watching our house?

Because they know everything.

I tried to call you
when I left the hospital,

but my-my phone died.

Stop.

I know what you did to me.

Rachel, listen...

The last time I hurt you,

I had no idea what was happening.

And this time,

I know exactly what I am doing.

Tell me.

Why did you do this?

Tell me.

Your cousin.

After she died...

...she left you a trust fund.

Kelly?

I hadn't even spoken to her in years.

Why would she do that?

You got a letter from a lawyer
six months ago.

She didn't have any heirs,

and you were her next of kin,

so everything went to you.

So you...

you decided to hide the letter from me?

How much was my life worth?

Put down the ax, Lieutenant.

I know you're angry, Rachel,
and you have every right to be.

Don't throw your life away
for him, Rachel.

Hands!

Cell phone.

You got a
letter from a lawyer six months ago.

I wanted to make sure that
he didn't get away with this.

...and you were her next of kin.

- So everything went to you.
- Yeah.

Yeah, you can't get rid of me that easy.

So you,
you decided to hide the letter from me?

So,
Logan was planning on divorcing Rachel.

Until he intercepted the
letter from the cousin.

Then he found ten
million reasons to stay.

Ooh, that is a lot of reasons.

If they divorced or she died,
he couldn't touch the money.

The only way to get
his hands on the dough

was getting Rachel
into a conservatorship.

So, why are you getting
rid of that? Doesn't fit?

Oh, no, it fits great.

Turns out, I don't
really like motorcycles.

And I may have gone a little overboard

trying to get through
my Dream Docket so fast.

Wait, does this mean that you got

your Alzheimer's test results back?

Oh, it's in my email right now.

Haven't even opened it yet.

Want to open it together?

That's a really sweet offer...

...but I think I know what I want to do.

Now you won't know if you have the gene.

If knowing changes
the way I live my life,

I'm living it wrong.

Uh, about yesterday...

Already forgiven.

Plus, I come bearing gifts.

Now, I know it's not
on your Dream Docket,

but I thought that we could
play your favorite video game,

Slayers, Spells and Starcraft 4.

- I brought popcorn.
- Oh...

You ready to get your butt
kicked by Kana-Hune?

Bring it on.