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-Anything else I can do?
-No.

I just want to get this over with.

All right.

Heaven forbid he should label anything
and make this easy.

-What are you gonna do with his truck?
-I don't know. Sell it, I guess.

-How much you want for it?
-I don't know, okay?

Listen, I just want to find a picture
of his mother,

-s0 he can be buried with it.
-Not a problem.

-Any idea what year it is?
-No.

Listen, I don't mean to be rude,
but I just feel like being alone.

Wonder what he's got in here.

Holy smoke!

We're leaving in five minutes.
Where have you been?

I got the call. I'm here.

Get up on the wrong side
of the bed, did we?

My car got towed. I had to take
the bus to work this morning.

-Where was it parked?
-That's not important, Kate.

Didn't make it home
last night, did you?

Hi, this is Anthony DiNozzo.
I'm trying to locate my car.

It was towed from the 3400 block
of Dumbarton in Georgetown.

All right.
Gonna put you on hold.

You've already put me on hold
three times.

You killed my cell phone battery.
Do not put me on hold again! Do not...

Dumbarton. Near campus.
I really hope she was over 21.

You'd love to know, wouldn't you?

-Going somewhere this weekend?
-Love to know, wouldn't you?

Truck's gassed up. Ducky already left.
You made it.

Don't start, probie.

Tony's car was towed.
Poor baby had to take the bus to work.

You know what kind of people
take the bus?

-Yeah, I take the bus.
-Exactly.

-Hey, I heard you're going to Norfolk.
-Shouldn't be a problem.

We should still be able to leave by 6:00.

Leave?

For where?

You two are spending
the weekend together.

Hold on. Let me paint a picture.

You're a pig.

Probie, any idea where they're going?

Sorry, I cannot divulge
that information, Tony.

-Health spa.
-Gibbs.

He'll spend all day
trying to figure it out.

I do not need him distracted.

I appreciate that, boss.

What did you find out
about the Petty Officer?

He rented a storage locker 10 months
ago just before he was shipped off

-for Iraq.
-Died in Fallujah last week.

His body is at the Theatre Mortuary
Evacuation Point in Kuwait.

McGee, you stay here.
Contact NCIS in Iraq.

Find out everything you can
about Petty Officer Dobbs.

-On it.
-DiNozzo,

the same clothes you
wore here yesterday?

I buy a lot of the same things.
It makes mornings less stressful.

-Yeah, I'm here.
-Now you're gone.

What kind of people use
your facility, Mr Hager?

Most of the renters are Navy personnel.

When they ship out they pay in advance.

Your guy paid a year.
Got two months left.

DiNozzo.

Yeah.

Talk to me, Duck.
-Well, it's definitely female, Jethro.

The male pelvis
is shaped like a butterfly.

The female's is wider and has larger
superior and inferior apertures

to facilitate childbirth.

-Age?
-Oh, I'd estimate 17 to 20.

The pubic symphysis
is an excellent yardstick of age.

-Doctor.
-It's corrugated in a woman's teens

and then smoothes out
during her 20s and 30s.

At the time of this young lady's demise,

well, you can see it was
in the transitional stage.

What is so urgent, Mr Palmer?

-It's just that he...
-He? Who?

-Special Agent Gibbs.
-What about him?

He left, Doctor.

Yes, I know he left.
He left some time ago.

-Have you only just realised that?
-No.

-Then why mention him now?
-It's just that I... You...

Tell me about it.

Is it that obvious?
I'm sorry, boss. It's just upsetting.

My car wasn't towed. It was stolen.

Tell me about
the storage locker, DiNozzo.

Right.

Every renter has a code
to enter the main gate.

Locker number plus the last four
digits of their Social Security number.

Manager's checking the computer
to see if anyone accessed

Petty Officer Dobbs' locker.

Sorry.

Justin and I were friends since
freshman year in high school.

-Boyfriend?
-No. Just friends.

But you have the key to his locker.

Yeah, he mailed it to me with a will
and power of attorney.

-That's a lot to saddle a friend with.
-Yeah, tell me about it.

-Something I can do without.
-Why you?

-He didn't have anybody else.
Give me the bag, Mr Palmer.

Doctor.

Tag this for me.
-It's stressful, I'm sure.

Do you have any idea
who's in that truck?

Oh, dear, no.

No.

We're going to find out, Emmy.

But it'd be real good if you told us
anything you know.

There was a girl. Nora Webb.
We were all friends in high school.

She disappeared our senior year.

The police always suspected
that Justin knew what happened to her.

All right.
Let's wrap her up, Mr Palmer.

Contact NCIS Iraq?

They were well aware
of Petty Officer Dobbs.

-He got in trouble.
-Just the opposite, boss.

His CO wrote him
up for a posthumous Silver Star.

Actually,
the CO wants to talk to you.

He's standing by to go on satellite
right now.

Kate, talk to the LEOs in Dobbs'
hometown. Verify what the girl told us.

-Do not tell them what we found.
-Got it.

DiNozzo, talk to the insurance agent
on your own time.

Get down to the garage.

Start an inventory
on Petty Officer Dobbs' stuff.

Gibbs is a boat man. He doesn't
understand I have to have my car.

They're giving you a rental, DiNozzo,
what's the big deal?

It's not the same, bus boy.
My car is part of my being.

-It's a car, Tony.
-It's a classic, Kate.

It's a '90 ZR-1 Corvette.

It's powerful, it's fast, it's gorgeous.

In other words, it's you.

Exactly.

Under heavy fire, Petty Officer Dobbs

single-handedly dragged
two Marines to safety.

He saved their lives
at the cost of his own.

That's why I recommended him and
forwarded it up the chain of command.

Now I understand you're
a former Marine, Agent Gibbs.

I am.

Then you know
we don't take this lightly.

This was an extraordinary young man.

Now this is
Lance Corporal Jaime Ramos.

He served with Petty Officer Dobbs.

Sir, Petty Officer Dobbs wasn't
a Marine, but he was one of us.

He served in our platoon,
a whole tour, as our corpsman.

What they're saying about Doc
can't be true, sir.

He died saving lives over here.

Whatever you can do,
we'd appreciate it, Agent Gibbs.

Understood, Lieutenant.

The thing is, sir, Doc isn't around
to defend himself now.

You have to, sir.

Ducky, is it her?

She is indeed Nora Webb, Jethro.
I had a positive ID

using dental records from the FBI's
Missing Persons Database.

-How long's she been dead?
-How long's she been missing?

Almost two years. Petty Officer Dobbs
rented the locker ten months ago.

Well, I'd venture that she met her fate
around the time of her disappearance.

Of course, I can't be certain until I know

where the young lady's remains
were kept.

The deterioration will be affected
by whether she was indoors

void of the elements
or buried outside in the

ground.

Cause of death?

-That will be hard to determine.
-Duck, I need to know.

If you'll just sign this for me
over here.

Oh, wow.

It only looks like a skull and crossbones.

Home movies. Little League '97.

Christmas '95.

And the winner is?

High school, senior year.

Danke schén.

So what exactly do you girls do
at a health spa?

Get pampered.

Massages?

Many kinds.

Full body?

Places you can only dream of, DiNozzo.

-Masseuse or masseur?
-I go both ways.

-You?
-Only with...

-Harris, my insurance agent.
-Whatever works, man.

I spoke with a LEO in Richfield, Virginia.

Officer Billy Krieg confirms
that Justin Dobbs

was a person of interest
in the disappearance of Nora Webb.

-What else?
-Not much.

Dobbs enlisted out of high school.

He was raised by a single mother

who died of cancer
while he was in boot camp.

Got in the advanced medical
training programme. Made PO3.

Boss, Lieutenant Commander Coleman
wants to talk to you.

Tell her I'm not here.

Why don't you
tell me yourself?

-Commander Coleman.
-Special Agent Gibbs.

-Tony.
-Kate.

McGee.

SECNAYV wants JAG involved
in the investigation

of Petty Officer Dobbs.

-Why?
-He's on the fast track for a Silver Star.

The Navy doesn't want
to be embarrassed

by awarding it to a murderer.
Did he do it?

I'll let you know when the
investigation concludes.

Petty Officer Dobbs' remains
are arriving at the military mortuary

in Dover on Sunday.

His unit is pushing for a funeral
with full honours.

-You've got 24 hours.
-That's not enough time.

SECNAYV can't wait.

You've got 24 hours.

Cancel all weekend plans.

That guy is Justin Dobbs.

The girl in pink is Emmy Poole
with our victim Nora Webb.

If the time stamp's accurate on this
tape, this would have been shot

two days before
she was reported missing.

Well, from this video,
it doesn't look like anything's wrong.

Sure brings back memories, probie.

I don't suppose you had a car to wash
in high school.

Actually, I did, Tony.

My parents bought one for me
the day I turned 16.

Let me guess. Yugo?

No, it was much cooler than that.

I'm sorry.

What was I thinking?
I forgot who I'm dealing with here.

-Duster?
-Nope.

Gremlin?

You're not going to guess it, Tony.

One of the Ford trilogy of dorkmobiles?

Maverick?

Fiesta?

Pinto?

If you say Datsun Honeybee, I'm going
to come over there and smack you.

'84 Camaro Z-28, five-speed.

That's a smokin' hot car, McGee.

-Yeah.
-What the hell went wrong with you?

Well, that first day
I got behind the wheel,

I had a slight thing.

Head-on?

I was trying to figure out the wipers.

I took my eyes off the road for a second.

When I looked up,
there it was right in front of me.

Car?

Bus.

I got a student pass the day
I got out of traction.

I didn't know.

Sure it's Nora Webb?
-We're sure.

-I knew the son of a bitch did it.
-Justin Dobbs was the prime suspect?

Nora Webb was last seen
leaving a party with him.

Kids saw her drive off in the truck.

The next day the parents
reported her missing.

When we brought him in,
he had scratches on his face and arms.

I'm sure he had an explanation,
of course.

Don't they always?

Said she got abusive
before he dropped her home.

People at the party thought they
saw him coming onto her.

They ever have anything
between them before?

No, but he had been drinking.

So you think he pressed it with her
in the car.

When she didn't go along,
things got out of hand.

Figured he'd bury her in the woods.
When we couldn't find the body,

the DA chose not to go forward.

After graduation, Justin Dobbs slinked
out of town in a Navy uniform.

Petty Officer Dobbs died
in that uniform saving lives, Chief.

I appreciate that, Agent Gibbs.

Doesn't excuse taking one
before he left.

-I'd like a copy of that case file.
-Not a problem.

Pull it, Billy.

Then show our friends
where the copy machine is.

Chief Whalen doesn't have a doubt
about Petty Officer Dobbs' guilt.

-Nope.
-So what do you think?

If I was him, I wouldn't, either.

Mr and Mrs Webb,
Special Agents Gibbs and Todd, NCIS.

-We know.
-Mr and Mrs Webb, you all take care.

Been pushing for a faster copier.

Hope it didn't cause
too much inconvenience.

-When do we get our daughter back?
-Our investigation is almost over.

Chief Whalen concluded
the investigation a long time ago.

If Justin murdered your daughter,
our investigation will only confirm it.

We don't need a confirmation.

Do you know how...

How she died?

Not yet.

Is that all?

-We just have a few questions.
-No, I'm not going to do it.

-I know this is difficult.
-You don't know anything, lady.

-Mr Webb.
-Kate.

I appreciate your time. Thank you.

-What's up, Palmer?
-I brought you a substance for analysis.

-Where did you get it?
-The victim's femur bone.

Just put it over there.

Hey, sorry to hear about your weekend.

Oh, hmm.

-Tony?
-Yeah, mass e-mail.

The sender was anonymous,
but it was pretty obvious.

You mean lots of lascivious references?

You know, the inefficient flow of qi
is a major source of stiffness.

Oh, a silent auction item
at my niece's school benefit.

A weekend seminar in the art of shiatsu.

Do me.

No, I showed up late.

Your hands. My body. Now.

Ah!

-What the hell are you doing, Palmer?
-l...

You read the agency policy on
sexual harassment, didn't you, Palmer?

It wasn't like that.

It never is.

Now go, you little autopsy gremlin.
Get out of here.

What have you got, Abs?

He's doing it again, McGee.

Mmm-hmm.

Doing what?

You become Gibbs
when he's not around.

-I do not.
-Actually, you do.

The Caff-Pow, the head slaps,
turning my music off.

"What've you got,
Abs?"

He has been in a foul mood all day.

That's another Gibbs trait.

You don't quite have the stare down yet.

Hey, what are you giggling about?
Inventory the contents now, probie.

Dobbs' sea bag. Sent from Iraq.
Has all his personal effects.

Do you know anything about qi, McGee?

-It was Nora.
-It was.

How long have you known
about Justin's storage locker, Emmy?

A week. When I read the will.

-Thanks.
-You didn't read it until he died?

-Anything wrong with that?
-Who else knew about the will?

No idea. He wrote it up online.

I didn't recognise the names
of the witnesses.

-Guys from his unit, I guess.
-We'll need a copy.

-Okay.
-So you and Petty Officer Dobbs...

We were tight in high school.

Listen, it was his idea to go off
to the stupid war, okay?

I didn't need this.

-And you and Nora Webb?
-Friends.

It was high school, okay?

Customer's waiting. Are we through?

For now.

A lot of pissed-off people
here in Richfield.

Here's something interesting,
Mr Palmer. The hyoid bone.

-Do you know what makes it unique?
-No, Doctor.

Dem bones, dem bones
Dem dry bones

The shoulder bone connected
To the neck bone

The neck bone connected
To the head bone

The hyoid bone, Mr Palmer.
To what is it connected?

-Nothing.
-Correct.

Of the 206 bones in the human body,
the hyoid is the only one

-not articulated to any other.
-Cool.

Its name derives from the Greek.

-U-O-I-Ds. Shaped like a U.
-Upsilon.

Yeah, I hope you learnt that
in medical school

and not at some fraternity ritual.

-You see, this one is distorted.
-It looks like it's been crushed.

And that would suggest?

Strangulation.

Yes!

Who's the cop?

No idea.

What do you have, McGee?

Well, the records show that
no one accessed the storage facility

with Petty Officer Dobbs' code
after he deployed.

-The personal effects?
-Nothing out of the ordinary.

The only thing of interest
was a padlock key

identical to the one Emmy Poole had.

Yeah, Gibbs.

DiNozzo.

Boss, you're never going to believe this.

My car was used in a convenience store
robbery in Tennessee.

But I'm cool.

So not important
in the grand scheme of things.

-You've had 24 hours.
-Not enough time.

Petty Officer Dobbs' body left Kuwait
an hour ago.

What do I tell the SECNAV?

Nothing conclusive at this point.

You are forcing me
to have the medal withheld.

-You might be denying a hero his due.
-Give me something, Gibbs.

Is there anything working in his favour?

-You're breaking up, Faith.
-I can see you just fine.

-Must be a solar flare.
-Gibbs...

Such a mysterious room.

-You got something, Duck?
-Yeah. Cause of death, strangulation.

Things not going too well?

Running out of time.

Do you ever think that
the Petty Officer might be guilty?

-It crossed my mind.
-And more than once, obviously.

Otherwise you'd be telling me
your gut says he's not guilty.

Some Marine guts in Iraq saying that.

But not yours?

Hmm.

Yeah. Yeah, my gut says it, too.

Your gut, or Semper Fi?

Emmy Poole is holding back.
I want her in interrogation now.

Yes?
-This is NCIS Special Agent Todd.

I'd like to speak
with Emmy Poole.

Not going to happen, Agent Todd.

Nice truck.

If we hadn't called the house,
would you have notified us?

Eventually.

I'd sure like my people
to have a look.

It was a suicide.
What do you expect to find?

Emmy Poole was material
to my investigation.

Investigation into a murder
that took place two years ago here,

when Justin Dobbs was a civilian.

That was a local matter.
Just like this is.

Understood.

You want to take a look around, fine.

We just removed the body.
Crime scene's intact.

-Who found her?
-The mother.

I'd like to speak with her.

You're welcome to read her statement.
She's with friends.

Didn't want to stay
at the house tonight.

-Leave a note?
-Not that we found.

Mother said she'd been depressed.

On medication
for the past couple years.

Since the disappearance of Nora Webb.

Where are you going with this, Gibbs?

According to the mother,
Emmy was close to Nora.

Took her disappearance hard.
I don't think finding the body helped.

Yeah, we spoke to Emmy this afternoon.

The thing is, I kept getting the feeling

she wasn't telling us
everything she knew.

All there is to know is,
Justin Dobbs killed Nora Webb.

So you keep saying.

-Is this your idea of an apology?
-For what?

I just don't like to drink alone.

The fact that you know
where to find me on a Sunday morning

is a little scary, Gibbs. Please.

Not as scary as your trunk.

What do you want?

Talked to the office of the SECNAYV yet?

No.

The girl who found the remains
in Petty Officer Dobbs' truck is dead.

Suicide, maybe.

-You think she was involved?
-I don't know.

She could have had an accomplice.
I need more time.

Petty Officer Dobbs' funeral
is tomorrow.

Not if I order his remains quarantined
at Dover Morgue.

What are you up to?

I need our ME to examine the body
as part of our investigation.

Dobbs died as a result of enemy fire
in Iraq.

What bearing does that have on a girl
who was killed two years ago

in Richfield, Virginia?

You can never be too thorough.

You're pushing it, Gibbs.

Why are you sticking your neck out
for this guy?

Several Marines witnessed
Petty Officer Dobbs saving lives.

No one witnessed him taking one.

Mrs Webb.

Special Agent DiNozzo.

We don't know if you've heard
about Emmy Poole.

Her poor mother.

Well, we're sorry to bother you.
Just a few questions.

-Your daughter and Emmy were close.
They were very close.

Emmy practically lived at our house.
She was always sleeping over.

-Did they ever have a falling out?
-Oh, God, no.

I felt sorry for Emmy.

She was caught in the middle
between her two best friends.

Nora and Justin.

Nora had disappeared, and everyone
believed Justin was responsible.

She couldn't handle it.
And then finding Nora,

it must have sent her over the edge.

The past two years
have been hell for us.

That's why we've
sold the business and...

There's just too many bad memories
in this town.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Chief Whalen said we don't
have to deal with you.

They're just trying to do their job.

They want Justin Dobbs buried
as a war hero. That's what they want.

He killed our daughter.
As far as I'm concerned,

he's responsible for Emmy's death
as well.

Leave now.

Why don't you get one of these?
Fits your personality perfectly.

Loud, overbearing, politically incorrect.

It is tempting, Kate,
but I love the car I have.

Had. Too bad you're not
as faithful to the women in your life.

That's funny.

But for your sake I do hope
that you and she reunite.

-Actually, I don't know if I want it back.
-And why is that?

She's been violated.

You here to escort us
to the city limits, Officer?

The Chief wants you
to leave the Webbs alone.

They've been through a lot.

Well, we realise that, Officer.

We're just trying to resolve
Petty Officer Dobbs' guilt or innocence.

Now why can't you just
accept the facts?

They're right there in front of you.

Actually, the only thing in front of us
right now is you.

You move, we'll leave. Maybe.

-I think it's the power supply.
-You think?

It would be helpful
if I had a service manual.

I was at church, Gibbs.

-What do you got, Abs?
-First of all, you owe me big time.

It took Kate and me six months
to get the reservations at that spa.

If you tell me you found something,
I'll think about making it up to you.

Typical man.

Promise you everything
until he gets what he wants.

-Right, McGee?
-Well actually, I...

Thanks, McGee.

So, I found dirt on her femur bone
and identical traces

on the inside of the plastic
she was wrapped in.

But not on the outside.

Nora Webb was buried in the ground,
then removed.

And then wrapped in plastic
and then put in that truck.

Chief Whalen always thought
she was buried in the woods.

Maybe yes, maybe no.

You got anything more specific
than dirt?

Well, I was trying,
except my mass spectrometre crashed.

And there's a certain MIT grad
that's supposed to be fixing it,

but he's actually making it worse.

Sooner than later, McGee.

Why don't you just hire a service tech?

Well, I would, McGee. But it's Sunday.

-Oh, there you are.
-I appreciate you coming.

It's a godsend, actually.
Mother has the ladies

of the Kennel Club over for cocktails.

Take a ride, Doctor?

I had a conversation with the ME
at Richfield.

He came to the same conclusion.
Suicide indeed.

The lacerations on the young girl's
wrists gave every indication

of being self-inflicted.

But that's not why you asked me in here.

They're holding Petty Officer Dobbs'
body for you at the Dover morgue.

I don't get it.
I thought he died in combat.

I need you to take a look, Ducky.

-What do you expect me to find?
-Nothing.

I just need to buy more time.

Oh, Jethro, I can spend forever
finding nothing.

Great. Thank you.

Boss, tracked down the two witnesses
who signed Petty Officer Dobbs' will.

Both were corpsmen he met in training.

One's stationed at GITMO,
the other Coronado.

Neither knew anything relevant.

Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs! Are we still on?

Weekend at the spa if I come up
with something really big?

This is a piece of the plastic sheet
that the victim's body was wrapped in.

-Did you lift a print?
-Negatory.

-Trace evidence?
-No.

But, and this is a really big but,

from analysis of the polymers
and the resins,

I tracked down the manufacturer.

They've reworked their formula.
It's polyethylene, four mils thick.

It's more flexible
and resistant to tearing.

-What's the point, Abby?
-This is a brand-new product, Gibbs.

It's only been on the market
for four months.

Petty Officer Dobbs has been in Iraq
for ten months.

He couldn't have put it there.

So can I make those reservations now?

What's the matter, Gibbs?

That does not mean that Petty Officer
Dobbs is innocent.

It only means
he could have had an accomplice.

Emmy Poole.

Yeah, Gibbs.

I'll be right there.

You're not calling with good news.

I'm sorry, Gibbs.
SECNAYV made his decision.

He won't sign off on the Star.

Do you think he's going to want us
to hang around?

I don't know. I can't imagine there's
anything that can't wait till tomorrow.

-Go ask him.
-You ask him.

-You're the special agent.
-Yeah, well, he likes you more.

That's because I don't ask him
stupid questions.

-Rock, paper, scissors?
-On three.

Something on your mind?

No.

You weren't thinking about leaving,
were you?

-Oh, no.
-Absolutely not.

I was just going to go check on
the old spectrometre.

Assuming Petty Officer Dobbs
is innocent,

why did Nora Webb's remains
show up in his storage locker?

Someone was framing him?

Emmy Poole knew about the locker
and she had a key.

She would have had to have gone there
before the bones were discovered.

But after Petty Officer Dobbs died
so he couldn't defend himself.

There's one problem, though, boss.

The computer shows that Dobbs' entry
gate access code was used only once.

The time she was with the manager.

She could have used
somebody else's code.

There's a surveillance camera
at the entry gate, boss.

I know, McGee.

That is why I am going to Little Creek.

-Avoid the 295. It's packed.
-DiNozzo, go with McGee.

He's going to pick up
a surveillance tape.

Boss, I just...

You're driving.

Do you realise Mother Teresa
would have road rage hell out there?

I know it's a long shot.

A long shot is you getting laid
by Penelope Cruz, McGee.

-This is way beyond that.
-Look, Tony, I'm sorry.

-But my instincts tell me...
-You have not been around long enough

to have instincts, probie.

Well, I still don't think
Petty Officer Dobbs is a murderer.

Why? Because he was a hero in Iraq?

Yeah.

-They Came to Cordura.
-What?

-The film.
-Of course.

-Gary Cooper.
-Who?

One of the greatest actors of all time.

Coop. High Noon.

They Came to Cordura
was one of his last pictures.

Stick with me here.

It's 1916. The war against Pancho Villa.

Coop plays an Army major escorting
Rita Hayworth... What a body!

And four Medal of Honour winners
back to Texas for this ceremony.

And along the way, he tries
to determine what made them heroes.

In the end, he exposes them
for what they really are,

corrupt, pathetic, hypocritical,
cowardly degenerates.

-DiNozzo, it's a movie.
-It's a film.

-And you're taking the stairs, McGee.
-Why?

Because I am not riding in an elevator
with anyone

who doesn't know
who Gary Cooper was.

-Abby, can you tell if anyone picked...
-Dobbs' padlock?

-Yes.
No.

Abs, I don't have time.

I'm trying to tell you I just checked it out.
I knew you were going to ask.

It's scary, Gibbs.
I'm starting to think like you.

The lock is almost a virgin.
It's hardly been opened

and it shows no sign of wear.

If it had been picked,
there'd be scratches on the tumblers.

-It was opened with a key.
-l would swear to it.

-That's good work, Abs.
-I knew you were going to say that, too.

He's the manufacturer's service tech.

He gets triple time on weekends,
and it's going to be a while.

Stay on him.

-So what's the verdict?
-I'm done.

-Really? That was quick.
-It's a simple short.

It's nothing you don't pick up
in an intro ITT class.

Huh.

I guess they don't offer that at MIT.

-Any luck with Emmy's psychiatrist?
-It's Sunday, Gibbs.

I know.
As everyone keeps reminding me.

Well, it wasn't much
of a challenge finding you.

I actually do like to drink alone, but
I figured you could use a pick-me-up.

You're not surprised I found you here?

No.

No, why should I be?
The investigation's not over.

-It's a lost cause.
-You here to gloat?

Actually, I happen to believe
in miracles.

Oh, really?

Never had one happen in front of me.

So, I figured if one did
I'd like to be standing by

so I could call the Pentagon.

Miracles take hard work, Commander.

Any particular desk I should use?

Special Agent DiNozzo
will be gone for a while.

-Agent Todd.
Richfield case file.

Do you realise at this exact moment
we would be in the throes

-of deep-tissue exhilaration?
-Don't remind me.

-You guys had spa plans?
-Yeah.

Last month a girlfriend and I
went to the new one in Charleston.

Serenity Retreat?

-Are you here for a reason, Abby?
-I want to talk dirt.

Boss!

I don't know if you missed
my lips moving, McGee,

but, actually I was speaking.

According to my newly repaired
mass spectrometre...

Sorry, Abs, but this is big.
Well, it could be big.

At least we think it is.
But if it is big, it is really big.

McGee, talk. Make sense.

We reviewed the entry gate security
tapes from Little Creek Public Storage.

From the day
that Petty Officer Dobbs died

to the day Nora Webb's remains
were found.

No sign of Emmy Poole entering.

But I think I recognise someone else.

It's grainy, but we're hoping
that Abby is capable of enhancing it.

This video was taken three days
after Petty Officer Dobbs died

in Fallujah. This guy opened up a locker

the same day,
under the name John Weston.

Okay, freeze it right there.

Any chance we could
make the driver, Abs?

Not a chance, Gibbs. A certainty.

Webb.

Were there any other
surveillance cameras on the premises?

No. Once he was in,
he could have gone to any locker.

He would have to have known
which locker was Dobbs'.

And he would have had to have had
a key, because the lock was not picked.

Emmy Poole.

Kate, McGee,
start backgrounding Bruce Webb.

-DiNozzo, you're with me.
-Gibbs! Gibbs! My dirt!

-What about it?
-Unless someone has been

fertilizing the forest, Nora Webb
was not buried in the woods.

The soil found on her femur contains
chemicals consistent with plant food.

Yeah, Gibbs.

Bruce Webb was Nora's stepfather.

Her biological father walked out
when she was three.

Nora took his name when he officially
adopted her at the age of six.

Nothing else yet,
but we're working it, Gibbs.

-He just cut you off?
-He does it to everyone.

Wow, stepfather.
Did you see that movie?

Guy marries a woman
with a gorgeous daughter.

I thought I made it clear
we have nothing to say to NCIS.

Tony.

I know. Security video
can be so darn unflattering.

What's going on?

By tomorrow we'll have your fingerprints

from the storage locker
rental agreement.

We'll have a search authorisation
to take soil samples from the nursery

and match them against trace evidence
from Nora Webb's remains.

I don't understand.

You dug up and you moved the body

because you were afraid
that the new owners of the nursery

would uncover it.

Bruce?

Emmy Poole
was an impressionable teenager

raised by a single mom

-looking for a father figure.
-It wasn't like that.

What was it like, Mr Webb?

Emmy was always around

with Nora.

I enjoyed being with them.

It was fun taking them places.

As they got older, Emmy was

advanced.

Sexually precocious.

It all happened so gradual.

And then one day things got out of hand.

I wanted to stop it, but...

What happened that night?

It was late.

My wife was asleep.

Emmy called and warned me
that Nora had found out about us.

She was hysterical.

She and Emmy
had gotten into a fight at the party.

Justin Dobbs didn't know
what the fight was about.

He offered to drive Nora home.

I couldn't let Nora tell her mother.

I met her out front
and I tried to calm her.

She started screaming.

I just... I put my hand over her mouth.

She wouldn't stop.

I didn't mean to kill her.

Do you want to take it from here, Chief?

So, I'm thinking about going to
Petty Officer Dobbs' funeral tomorrow.

I've never witnessed the awarding
of a Silver Star.

-Would you like to join me?
-l worked all weekend.

I guess I could come in a little late
on Monday.

They found Tony's car.

It's on the I-40 in Oklahoma.

Chopper John
is live on the scene.

Pull over. You'll never get away.

Kind of drives like Gibbs.

Holy cow!

That's harsh.

Oh, my! Is that the driver?
Yes, itis, Gray.

I can't believe it.
He seems to be moving.

He somehow survived.

The same cannot be said
for the car, John.

It's been completely demolished.

Fibreglass. Not good for boats, either.

Have a good weekend.

Oh, Tony!

Tony, that sucks.