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( applause and cheering )

MAN:
What's going on, Virginia Beach?

( cheering )
Yo, yo.

Y'all ready to get this started?

( cheering and shouting )

Are you ready?

Hey, how you feeling?

Maybe you didn't hear me.

I said, how are you feeling,
Virginia Beach?

( loud cheering )

All right.

Y'all ready for me
to bring out these women?!

( applause and cheering )

All right, all right,
let's get started.

Our first contestant
is a teacher, and enjoys

long, hard... math problems.

( audience groaning )

Please give a
warm welcome

to Monica.

( applause, cheering
and whistling )

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

God bless you, baby.

MAN:
All right, our
next young lady

is a Capricorn,

and one of Jamel's
personal favorites.

Say hello to Tina.

* Check it out

( applause, cheering
and whistling )

* Check it, check it out

* Check it out...

MAN:
Our third

contestant is a Navy girl.

So stand at
attention, boys.

This is the
beautiful Tiffany.

( applause and cheering )

Do we have a contestant
number three?

MAN:
Well, apparently,

Tiffany had some place better
to be.

Captioning sponsored by
PARAMOUNT TELEVISION

and CBS

( elevator bell dings )

What's new, pussycat?

Hey, Tony.

Diggin' the
tie. Is it new?

Yeah.

I just got it last weekend.
It's Zegna.

I like.

I'm glad.

Paid over a hundred bucks
for it.

Why do you always do that?

What?

You always have
to announce how
much you paid

for your clothes.
It's weird.

What's weird?

Abby asked me a question
about my tie.

I answered.

It's called a conversation,
Kate.

No. Abby asked you
if it was new.

She didn't ask you
how much you paid for it.

The two things
have no correlation.

Yeah, if I didn't pay for it,

then it wouldn't be new now,
would it?

Look, what is the point
of bragging to us

about how much
you spend on
your clothes?

We work with you.

We all know how
much you make.

I don't.

KATE:
Look, all
I'm trying

to say is
that it's not

very professional.

Gibbs would never walk in here

and tell us how much
he paid for his shirt.

That's because

the prices have been
pretty consistent at Sears

since the late '70s.

GIBBS:
We have a body

in Virginia Beach.

McGee?

Yeah.
Call Ducky.

You got it.

Hey, uh, boss, have you
had a chance to sign off

on that missing persons
report I gave you?

No, DiNozzo, I haven't.

I tried to get to it

last night,

but Sears was having a sale.

( elevator bell dings )

( siren whoops )

MAN:
So when you found the body,

you were alone?

I give it five seconds.

Until what?

Until he notices there was...

Bikini contest?!

TONY:
Eight's my
lucky number.

It's over, DiNozzo.

Gear up.

Agent Gibbs?

Lieutenant Sommers,
Virginia Beach Police.

I assume you want
to take this one.

You assume correctly,
Lieutenant.

As soon as we
found her Norfolk

I.D. card,
we cleared out.

I brought in extra men
just to seal off the area.

Bikini doesn't leave much room
for an I.D.

( garbled radio transmission )

There was a small beach bag
next to her in the stall.

What is Volt Entertainment?

It's a local
cable channel

that caters to men.

They air all
of the contests.

I'll get a dub.

Who discovered the body?

An elderly woman
at about 1400.

She notified one of
my men shortly after.

She was pretty frantic.

Where is she?

She's in my
car back there.

You don't want
to see her, Agent Gibbs?

Kate.

He's not really one
for chit-chat.

I can see that.

Are there any more girls
from the bikini contest?

GIBBS:
Hey.

DiNozzo!

Right behind you, boss!

That is one hell
of a swirlie.

Swirlie?

You take the kid by the ankles,
dunk him in the toilet,

then flush.

Usually reserved
for dorks.

Does it look familiar, Probie?

I don't think so.

Noogies,

sure. Wedgies, an
occasional melvin,

but, uh, no...

If you two don't start working,
I will show you hazing.

And the Marine Corps

does not do wedgies
or noogies or melvins.

Thank you, boss.

DiNozzo, measure
and sketch these
footprints.

You think she made 'em, boss?

Well, they match her shoes.

Not smudged.

No sign of panic.

Think she went to the
toilet voluntarily?

GIBBS:
No sign of a struggle.

No bruises on her arms or neck.

Why wouldn't she run
or fight back?

Maybe she didn't
have a chance to.

She could have been
in the vomiting position

when she was attacked.

That's good, DiNozzo.

Thanks, boss.

Now get on the floor
and start sketching
the footprints.

It's a public
restroom, boss.

It's really disgusting.

It could be worse.

How could it be worse?!

Could be a men's room.

( indistinct chatter,
seabirds cheeping )

Ah, Jethro.

Hey, Duck.

DiNozzo and McGee'll be done
in a few minutes.

Oh, no hurry.
It takes time

to do detailed
and concise work.

Mr. Palmer here
finishes his work
quite quickly.

Thank you, Doctor.
( siren whoops )

MAN ( over loudspeaker ):
People, please clear
the boardwalk.

Well, thank you, Sergeant Klein.

You have been very helpful.

KLEIN:
My pleasure.
Thanks.

Her name was Petty Officer
Tiffany Jordan.

Her C.O. said she was deployed
on the USS Monroe

for the last 57 days.

Ship returned to port yesterday
at about this time.

What did the witness say?

She doesn't usually
use public rest rooms.

Has a phobia.

Well, this won't help.

Victim's address?

9375 Rosewood Drive, Norfolk.

Come on, let's go.

She is all yours, boys.

Thank you,
gentlemen.

( seabirds peeping )

Mr. Palmer...

I love the beach.

Reminds me of college.

I thought you went
to Ohio State.

I'm talking about
spring break, Probie.

Every year my buddies
and I hop in the car

and head down to Panama City.

Yeah, at MIT, we never did
the whole spring break thing.

Go figure.

( indistinct chatter )

Hey, so was it as wild
as it looks on MTV?

Probie, my stories alone
could make you a man.

( chuckles )

( giggling )

Something wrong, Doctor?

Her head is in the
toilet, Mr. Palmer.

Right. Sorry.

I've just never seen you
hesitate before.

Well, when a person is

as experienced as
I am, it's rare

to come across something
you've never seen before.

How long has she been here?

Roughly two, maybe three hours.

That is incredible.

You know, you-you
have a real gift.

( chuckles )

Give yourself time, Mr. Palmer.

I've been doing this

since long before
you were a twinkle

in your mother's eye.

Or even your mother's mother.

( laughs )

You know,
some people find it strange...

( grunts )

our profession.

Yes, so I've heard.

Did you ever consider
another line of work?

I suppose so.

Yes, I think

there comes a time
in everybody's life

when they stop and wonder
if what they're doing

is meaningful.

It's only healthy.

Really? What other kind
of, uh, career did you...?

Shortly after I graduated from
Edinburgh Medical School,

I gave serious
consideration

to a career
in teaching.

Yes, in fact, I-I heard
there was a vacancy at Eton,

my alma mater.
I almost applied.

Well, why didn't you...?

I loved the idea
of teaching the
world's youth.

Yeah.

But then I realized
that deep down,

academia was not for me.

I could never
picture myself

giving those
long, rambling,

esoteric lectures.

( laughs )

Me, either, Doctor.

Well, let's get you out of here,
my dear.

She keeps a clean place.

GIBBS:
Yeah.

Well, she probably didn't see
much of it.

Battling the Bulge

by Jeff Drixon.

Looks to me
like Jeff is losing the battle.

( laughs )

How to Lose 15 Pounds

in 15 Days,
Losing is a Choice.

They're all weight-loss books.

These are all workout videos.

Preoccupied with weight loss,

vomiting before her attack.

Sounds like an eating disorder.

KATE:
Gibbs,

take a look at this.

"Tiff, I hope you
enjoyed my letters.

"I live for the day
that we can be together.

Love, Jon."

Romantic.

( laughs )

( sniffing )

Flowers are fresh.

And he delivered them himself.

How do you know that?
The florists put

their insignia on their cards.

This card is blank.

Don't you ever get flowers?

( laughs )

Don't like gifts
that require attention.

These are all bills
from before she left.

Where are the letters?

You think she trashed them?

She never got them.

She's been at sea
for the past two months.

Right. So, yesterday,

she should have returned home
to a stack of mail.

She did what people do
when they take a trip.

She had her mail stopped.

TONY:
Where have you been?

I missed lunch, so

I decided to go out
for a snack. Why?

We're heading to
the USS Monroe.

I set up an interview

with Petty Officer
Jordan's former rack mate.

Can I have two minutes to eat?

You get anything for me?

No. I had a few dollars.

Then there's no time.

No food in the truck.

What?!

Gibbs' rules, not mine.

On second thought,

I think the rule
is that there's no
eating in Autopsy.

The truck's okay.

TONY:
Why are you breathing like that?

What's wrong with you?

I'm not feeling so hot.

I don't like boats.

It's not a boat,
it's a ship.

And it's docked.

Doesn't matter.

As soon as I get
on the water,

I immediately start
feeling queasy.

Well, that's not
a good trait

for someone
who investigates the Navy.

Oh. I'm
feeling dizzy.

Well, it's a good thing
you didn't eat that burger.

Could've been embarrassing.

I can't believe
this happened, sir.

She was such a great person.

Do you know of anyone

that may have been angry
with Tiffany?

Not at all.

Tiff was friends with everyone.

( inhaling )

We all loved her.

( exhales )

Sir, are you sure you're okay?

Oh, yeah. No.

I-I just haven't

gotten my sea legs yet.

Can I get you anything?

Some Dramamine maybe?

Well, I already took six.

( clears throat )

You know what, I'll be fine.

Don't worry about me.

( sniffles )

Had Tiffany been sick?

I don't think so. Why?

It appears she may
have been vomiting
when she was attacked.

( garbled radio transmission )

( sighs )

Is there something
we should know?

( laughs )

MAN:
Yeah, it's hot...

She came to me
about a month ago

and said there was something

that could potentially ruin

her career in the Navy.

What do we have, Duck?

Well, no shortage
of water in her lungs.

She definitely
drowned.

Any internal damage?

Yeah, her esophagus

is quite worn,

as if she'd been
vomiting excessively.

Was she bulimic?

Possible,

but not probable.
Her throat shows

little evidence
of self-regurgitation.

Preliminary tests conclude

that her bout
with hyperemesis was caused

by a hormonal imbalance.

Particularly, a drastic

rise in her estrogen level.

Morning sickness?

Indeed.

Our young exhibitionist
was pregnant.

It's Petty Officer
Tiffany Jordan.

J-O-R-D-A-N.

No, I was just on hold!

A warrant will take days.

I need her mail now.

Well, I understand
that it's Federal.

That's not soon enough!

Is the ocean view
partial or panoramic?

Oh, sweet!
MAN ( on phone ):
Oh, yeah.

And the bar's in the lobby?
MAN:
Yup.

Yeah! That sounds great.

( Tony laughs )

Oh, yeah.

All right. Yeah, I'll talk
to you soon.

Thank you. Thanks.

We're working;
you're planning a vacation.

Oh, it's not just a vacation.

Kate,

it's spring break.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

No.

Talked to my frat brothers
last night,

just booked the hotel today.

The wheels

on the party bus

are now in motion.

Let me guess--
Panama City.
Oh, yeah.

Palm trees, mai tais

and coeds all week long, Probie.

KATE:
Don't you think

you're just a little
old for spring break?

I can bong a beer
in under six seconds.

Believe me, I'll fit right in.

GIBBS:
Abby didn't find any foreign
prints on the bouquet

or the beach bag,
and that means

one of you had better give me
a lead.

DiNozzo,

start with you.

I talked
to Petty Officer Jordan's

rack mate from Monroe.

She said Jordan bought an early

pregnancy test
during a brief stop

at King's Bay.
Well, she knew
she was pregnant.

Any idea about the father?

She used a pay phone
to call him,

but his cell was turned off.

She said she left a message.

( laughs ):
That's your worst
nightmare, Tony.

How's it going

with those letters, Kate?

I'm working on it.

Thanks, Tony.

How long?

Uh, two days; three, tops.

You got four.

Really?

Hours.

Sounds about right.

McGee.

Are you

waiting for me to announce you?

No. I'm sorry.
I, uh...

I pulled the
phone records

from Petty Officer Jordan's
apartment.

Uh, only one call
since she returned.

It was yesterday

at 1100 to a Lisa Kerr.

Two hours prior to Ducky's
estimated time of death.

This address her work
or her home?

Uh, both. She's an at-home
yoga instructor.

Good job, McGee.

DiNozzo,

you're with me.
Yeah!

Right behind you, boss.

Three hours,
58 minutes.

Doctor, can you come here
for a second?

What is it, Mr. Palmer?

I am not sure.

What do you think?

Well, it looks like some sort
of paraffin wax.

Yeah, it... it-it reminds me
of a product

my grandfather used to use.

He put a little of it
on either end of his mustache.

Gave him the handlebar look.

Well, that doesn't
make sense.

Well, it was well
before your time.

Back then, it was
a very popular look.

Yeah, it epitomized
high society.

No, no, not-not about
your grandfather.

Why would she
have this stuff
in her hair?

Well, I would surmise
it was on the killer's hands.

Get it up to Abby right away.

Thanks for having
me come along, boss.

I know when it
comes to women,

sometimes I get
a little distracted.

I just want to let you know

that I appreciate this vote
of confidence.

What I'm trying to say is,
I'm not gonna let you down.

I'm going to be attentive
and meticulous

to every detail
in my notes.

Oblivious to any distraction.

We're here.

( gentle grunting )

( grunting, seagulls cheeping )

GIBBS:
DiNozzo!

Oh, yeah.

I'm with you, boss.

( clears throat )

DiNozzo,

your PDA.

Right.

Here it is, got it.

Sorry about that.

It's not a great
start, huh, boss?

Could have been better.

Sorry.

( beeping )

WOMAN:
Extend your arms.

And try to get
your forehead

to the ground.

Nice long stretch.

Let the head just hang...

Lisa Kerr?
...to the ground.

Yes.

Hi. Special Agent Gibbs,
NCIS.

Special Agent DiNozzo.

We have a few
questions for you.

Of course, yeah.
Uh, Sally?

Yeah.
Can you just take over
the class for a second?

Thanks.
Oh, sure, sure.

I don't know if
it's hit me yet.

You were close?

As close as you can be
to a girl in the Navy.

I mean she was here

for one month
and gone the next.

How'd you meet?

She signed up
for my tantric yoga class

a little over a year ago.

It combines physical fitness

with the ability
to heighten a woman's pleasure

during prolonged lovemaking.

( loud beeping )

I'll reboot.

( beeping )

Who was Tiffany romantically
involved with?

Never known her to date anyone.
In fact,

she was the only
one in the class

who was there for
physical fitness.

She wanted to lose ten pounds
for her shoot.

Shoot?

Yeah, she was doing a spread

with two other girls for GSM.

It was called, um,

"Naughty in the Navy."

Hit stands
a couple months ago.

I remember that issue.

It was a good layout.

What is GSM?

Get Sum Magazine.

It's like Playboy,
but less risqué.

They both have
really great articles.

( seabirds calling )

The Navy respond?

Oh, it was revealing,
but it wasn't nude,

so she got a slap
on the wrist.

I got a copy of it inside.

Do you guys want to see it?

That won't
be necessary.

Why... won't it?

I make a point of keeping
all of my copies.

Like I said,
great articles.

Tiffany called
you yesterday.

Yeah, she said that
she was back in town,

and that she wanted
to see me that night,

and she needed to talk to me.

About what?

Never said.

MAN:
Hey, Lisa.

Hey.

How was it?

Ah, it was all blown out.

Not a wave worth
paddling after.

Hmm.

KERR:
Should have gone with me
for the a.m. sets.

The waves were overhead
and clean all morning.

( laughs )

They're from NCIS.

Guys, this is my fiancé,
Kevin Holt.

Hey.

Hey.

So, any suspects yet?

We're working on it.

Hmm.

Girl gets murdered in public
during a bikini contest.

I don't know. You'd think
it'd be pretty simple.

You'd think.

( seabirds crying )

We're finished here.

WOMAN:
Up arm...

What is this stuff?

Bikini glue.

The contestants use it

to keep their suit
bottoms from riding up.

Really?

Yup.

I used to go through sticks
of that stuff

when I was on the circuit.

There's so much you
don't know, McGee.

Is this what Jimmy found
in her hair?

No.

I compared both substances.
The stuff

in her hair
is thicker.

It's more like a wax.

How's Kate
doing on time?

Down to eight minutes.

KATE:
Seven.

Your watch must be slow.

Kate, you made it!

What's this?

Uh, don't ask.

So, how'd you do it?

Did I ever tell you
about that Feeb in mail fraud

that's always flirting with me?

Yeah.

I called him.

You didn't say
you'd go out

with him, did you?

( laughs ):
Not exactly.

I read him Section 22 Dash A

of the Federal Government's
sexual harassment code.

And then I told him
I needed a favor.

Right on.

I've never seen

so much crap.

This is why I've liberated
myself from paper mail.

Why does that not surprise me?

I don't even have a mailbox.

If it doesn't come
electronically,

I am not getting it.

Okay, we'll each take a third

and filter through it.

I love it when
you're rough, McGee.

TONY:
Huh. I knew she looked familiar!

GIBBS:
Who?

Lisa Kerr. She's the daughter
of Mister Kerr.

You know,
from Mr. Kerr's Cupcakes.

Oh, yeah. Well, that
explains the house.

And she's in all
of the commercials.

And it was driving me crazy,

'cause I was trying
to figure out

where I knew her from.

Why don't you just ask her?

I was kind of afraid to.

Why?

Well...

I've had a lot
of short-lived relationships,

and I kind of have a hard time
remembering all of them.

I have the same problem
with ex-wives.

The name's
Jonathan Redding.

He's written our
victim four letters

in the last six weeks.

And the writing
indicates

classic stalker.

If he can't have her,
no one can.

He sounds like our guy.

We have a return address?

Cellblock F.

He's in the Danville
Correctional Facility.

It can't
ever be easy.

Well, I-I still think
we should talk to him.

I mean, we can't just
ignore evidence like this.

What evidence?

The guy's still in prison.

Not anymore.

I just spoke

to Danville's
assistant warden.

Jonathan Redding was paroled
13 days ago.

Jonathan Redding was arrested

for assault and battery
in May of '01.

He had two priors before that--
violation of a restraining order

and possession of narcotics.
Two of his three arrests

involved ex-girlfriends.

We locate him?
I, uh, phoned his
registered address.

They claim they
haven't seen him.
His parole officer?

Phoned him, as well.
Still waiting to hear back.

I'm gonna... call him again.

This guy definitely
fits the profile.
!
All we have is

a rap sheet
and some fan mail.

Even if we find him,
we can't detain him.

That may not be true, boss.

Redding's former
cell mate saw the
murder on the news.

He says he has
some information
we should hear.

In exchange for what?

Depending on what he gives us,
the D.A. may cut him a deal.

Take Todd.

Find out
what he knows.

You got it.

Kate, with me!

( security door buzzing )

You ever interrogate
a prisoner, Kate?

Yes, Tony. I've been
at this for a while now.

Well, it's important to
remember you can never
let your guard down.

An inmate, unlike
a civilian, has
nothing to lose.

Yeah, but this inmate,
Tony, asked to speak to us.

Wants to do
the right thing.

He's a felon, and that's the
way we're going to treat him.

MAN:
Open the gate!

( buzzing )

TONY:
How long were you
and Jonathan Redding

cell mates?

Six or seven months.

Which is it, Luke?
Six or seven?

What's with the third degree?
I'm trying to help you guys.

( man speaking indistinctly
over P.A. )

Then answer the question.

Well, he came in
right around my birthday, so...

I guess it was closer to seven.

Hmm.

TONY:
So, you gave him the magazine
with Tiffany's picture.

When was it that you started
to believe that Jonathan was...

You're an Alpha
Chi Delta?

Rutgers.

'91.

Ohio State. '89.

No way!

Yeah, dude!

Are you in touch with

any of the brothers?
Try to.

You know, these days
it's not that easy.

Oh, yeah.
You?

Well, I'm still best friends

with three of the guys
from my pledge class.

In fact, we're heading down
to Florida for spring break!

Aw, that's
awesome, man.
!
Yeah, yeah...

Oh, I used to love spring break.

Panama City!

Ooh!

Palm trees...

Nope, that's all for now.
Thanks very much.

Boss, located Redding.

He is working at the
Water Wheel Car Wash.

It's only two miles
away from where

Petty Officer Jordan
was attacked.

We should've had him
three hours ago.

I'm sorry about that.
I-I kept hitting dead ends.

Learn to anticipate, McGee.

Anticipate?

Always think a step ahead.

Shouldn't have to
ever waste time

deciding what to do next.

( phone rings )

Anticipate...

Yeah. Gibbs.

KATE:
According to his cell mate,

Redding...
( chuckling )

...stared at Petty
Officer Jordan's photos
for hours at a time.

TONY:
No, I'm in the bedroom...

And then the letters started.

You think he was obsessed?

Oh, yeah.
He found her address

over the Internet
and said his plan was

to contact her
when he was released.

He didn't want to live
without her.

Or her to live without him.

McGee track down an address?

Yeah. We're on our way.

Hey, McGee, get the...

Keys to the car.

( whispers ):
Keys to the car.

( hip-hop song playing )

We're a little out
of place here, McGee.

Feels like high school.

What the hell is that?

McGEE:
Believe it's an Escalade, boss.

The wheels, McGee.

Oh, uh, the rims.
They're called
"spinners."

What's the point?

It's a hip-hop thing.

The more I know,
the less I understand.

Afternoon, gentlemen.

Your sedan looks like
it could use

a... wash.

We're looking for
Jonathan Redding.

I'm Rodney, Jon's supervisor.

Something I can help you with?

Yeah, you can point
him out to us.

He's right over there.
I've got him driving today.

Jon do something wrong?

Jonathan Redding!

Stop! Federal Agents!

Where's he going?!

Whoa!

( grunting )

Redding!

Redding!

Redding! Stop!

( mechanical clanging )

Anticipate, McGee.

Luke was right.
This dude is creepy.

Do you realize you've
been talking about
Luke since we left?

He's a good guy.

He's a criminal, Tony.

And you have a
man-crush on him.

I do not have a man-crush.

I just feel bad for the guy,
that's all.

Well, I just
don't understand

what it is about men
and their fraternity.

It's like this pact

to get drunk and laid
supersedes everything.

Okay, getting drunk and laid
is only, like, 90% of it.

And the rest is
brotherhood and solidarity.

Well, if you ask me,
it's as juvenile

as spring break.

You ever been on
spring break, Kate?

Yes, I have, Tony.

Panama City, junior year.

my friends and I
conducted ourselves
with complete dignity.

Sounds like a blast.

Finally. I've been sitting
here 20 minutes.

I'm sorry, Jon.

I asked them
to put out refreshments,

and they must've forgotten.

Why am I here?

Because killing
people is illegal.

I didn't kill anyone.

Then why did you run?

'Cause I owed the wrong people
a lot of money when I went away.

Drugs?

And now that I'm out,
they're looking to collect.

I saw you two guys coming at me,
and I reacted.

He's lying.

Well, if he is,
he's pretty good.

REDDING:
I didn't know what else to do.

We just wanted
to talk to you, Jon.
Yeah?

Hi. What'd I miss?

Who dressed you?
( snickers )

Look, I chased this joker
through the car wash, all right?

( stifled laugh )
( chortles )

What?

We came straight here.

This is all I had
that was clean.

Your gym clothes were clean?

Well, who would have guessed?

( stifled chuckle )

( snorts )

Where'd you get this?

Same place I got
the other three--

Petty Officer Jordan's P.O. Box.

She never got them?

That why you killed her?

Because she wouldn't respond
to you?

I didn't kill her.

I loved her.

Where were you

Saturday between 12:00

and 1:15 p.m.?

I was there.
I was at the contest.

You're not helping your
cause much here, Johnny boy...

I went there because
I wanted to talk to her,

tell her how much
she means to me!

Why didn't you tell her that
when you delivered the flowers?

'Cause she wasn't home.
So, I left them at the door.

I didn't see her
at the contest, either.

I waited, but she
never came out.

Did you go by yourself?

( chuckles )

Yep.

I showed up about
a half-hour before it started.

I stood right in front of
the stage until it was over.

I didn't kill her.

I just wanted to be
a part of her life.

( sighs )

You have to believe me.

What's the problem, Abbs?

( sighs )
I'm not really sure.

The picture was crystal clear
when I tested it.

There we go.

What happened?

Tony forgot to rewind.

Thanks, Abbs.

You already watched this?

I glanced at it.

He took it home.

What is wrong with you?!
It's like you have

some sort of a sickness.

I had a hunch there might be
something on it.

Yeah, like ten half-naked women.

Cue it up from the beginning.

Got it. It was
a two-camera shoot.

One was on the stage
and the other was on the crowd,

for reactions.

Fast-forward to around noon.

Stop.

Zoom in on "B."

That's him, right there.
Keep running it.

He's where he said he was.

Yeah, but he still has
until 1:15 to slip away.

Speed it up, Abbs.

McGEE:
It's past 1:15, boss.

He's telling the truth.

Jonathan Redding did not kill
Petty Officer Jordan.

Where's Gibbs?
I don't know,

but we do report to him,
remember?

I think I found us a lead.
Where?

( sighs ):
Honestly, Tony, you need help.

You'll sing a different tune
when I show this to Gibbs.

Show me what?

I was thumbing through
Petty Officer Jordan's layout,

and I found something
I thought you should see.

These two photos
weren't taken by the magazine.

They got them
from her.
Why?

It's something
GSM likes to do.

Gives the reader
a voyeuristic look

into the girls' lives.

Who do you think
took the photos?
Probie,

back it up a little bit.

Sorry.
In the article,

Petty Officer Jordan said they
were taken by her boyfriend.

I thought she didn't date.

Well, she was
pregnant, McGee,

and there's only one
way th can happen.

Did you contact GSM?

I did. They said
that the photos

were taken by a
local photographer

named Jason Kaplan--
he's a freelancer

they work with a lot.

Check it out.

Okay. Don't worry, boss,

I'll keep it professional.

Yep, I know you will,

because Kate's going with you.

I am?

It seems like an in-and-out job,

( chuckles ):
boss. Um...

Are you sure that
that's really necessary?

He's sure.

This guy has the life--
he spends all day

photographing the
world's hottest women.

I'm sure his mom is proud.
What's that
supposed to mean?

Those pictures
are demeaning.

They make women
look like sex objects.

You need to loosen up--
the human body's

a beautiful thing;
it should be admired.

( disgusted groan )

You're right, Tony.

The human body
is a beautiful thing.

*

Gorgeous. Don't
move an inch.

I feel nauseous.

Great. Okay, guys,
let's take a five.

Todd, you want to make sure

to keep them oiled up?

Sorry to keep
you waiting,

but I didn't want to, uh...
break the zone.

I take it this isn't

for GSM.

No. No. This is
for Sports Monthly.

You're looking at three members
of the U.S. Water Polo Team.

Ah, great uniforms.

Is there anywhere else
that we could talk?

I guess we could
talk in my office.

That'd be great.

Tiffany Jordan.

I couldn't believe
when I saw her on the news.

Such a cute girl.
Camera really loved her.

We were wondering about
the two small photos

at the bottom
of her layout.

Article said they were
taken by her boyfriend.

That's between her
and the magazine.

My job is just to send in
the pictures

and get consent
from whoever took 'em.

Do you have that
release on file?

Sure. Yeah. I keep records
of everything.

Personally, I find
it insulting

that magazines publish
amateur photos.

I spent four years in
photography classes.

It took me months

to get published.

Kevin Holt is
Lisa Kerr's fiancé.

Why would he have
any reason

to photograph Tiffany
in the bedroom?

Lisa might be wondering
the same thing.

GIBBS:
Hey, what do you have, Ab?

A serious hatred of wax.
I think you look

stressed.
I compared
our victim's

wax to over a hundred
different products,

each just one molecule

different than the next.

Do you know how small
a molecule is?

I do.
Shut up, McGee.

I really like

this new Abby.

And after many
fun-packed

hours of nothing but wax,
I found a match.

KATE:
Does that say "sex wax"?

That it does--
it comes in

cool, warm and tropical.

How does it work?
Don't worry about
it, Probie.

I'm pretty sure you
still need a girl first.

ABBY:
It's not like that.

Mister Zog's Sex Wax
is a brand name.

It's made for surfers.

Surfers?
Yeah-- they put it

on their boards to
help with traction.

( seagull cries )

GIBBS:
Hello, Kevin.

Ah, my friends from NCIS.

What do you know, boys?

More than you'd
like us to.

( chuckles ):
Come again?

We know about your
relationship with
Tiffany Jordan.

What relationship?

Her and Lisa were friends--
I barely knew her.

Yeah, well...
you knew her well enough

to take intimate photos of her.

Do you do that with
all of Lisa's friends?

Your lighting
needed work.

Look, fellas,
it's not what you think.

'Kay? Her and I, we hung out
a couple of times, you know?

It was totally innocent.

She asked me to help
take some photos

for this magazine,
so I helped her out.

Generous of you.

Lisa know about the photos?

No. No, she didn't even know
that Tiffany and I were friends.

Well, nothing going on,
why the big secret?

( clears throat ):
Look, Lisa's...

very insecure.

'Kay? I come home from
a weekend surf tournament,

she'd smell my
clothes for perfume.

I even caught her going through
my e-mail a couple of times.

Look at that, boss,
she's suffocating him,

and all he's doing
is taking lingerie shots

of her girlfriends.

It's not what you think.

I-I wasn't sleeping
with Tiffany.

Good. Then you won't mind
submitting a DNA sample.

Why?

Wait, you have
the killer's DNA?

All right, fine.
You know what?

You want me
to take your test,

I'll take your test.

I got nothing to hide.

ABBY:
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!

We have a winner!

Tony, tell us
what he's won.

Well, Abby, he's won
an all-expenses-paid

iron vacation to
sunny Leavenworth.

Keep your day job.

May not be an option.

What about his prints?

ABBY:
I compared them to the prints

that Tony and McGee got from

the beach restroom,
they didn't jive.

We must've lifted
hundreds of prints.

You sure you
ran them all?

No, McGee, about midway through,

I got tired, so I
just like, "Screw it."

Just thought I'd check.
TONY:
Okay, so he didn't leave

any prints-- all that
proves is that he's more
careful at a crime scene

than he is in the bedroom.

I agreed to take a test.

I didn't agree to spend

the whole night
in this tiny room.

This is a luxury suite
compared to what you're
looking at.

What are you talking about?

( quietly ):
You lied to us, Kev.

KEVIN:
I don't know what
you're talking about.

I didn't lie to you
about anything.

TONY:
You told us
that you and Tiffany...

What's going on?

What is Kevin
still doing here?

Evidence leads us to believe

he was involved
in Tiffany's murder.

Oh, no, that's ridiculous.

He's not capable
of killing anyone.

TONY:
I got good news
and I got bad news.

Which do you want
to hear first?

Tiffany was pregnant...

and there is

a 99.98% probability

that you are the father.

Tiff was pregnant?

I decided to go
with the bad news.

He...

KEVIN:
I had no idea.
He cheated on me?

I can't believe
he cheated on me.

I... I've given
him everything.

You never suspected?

Why wou I?
She's my friend.

It'll be okay.

Get her a glass
of water, McGee.
You bet.

I still don't believe
he killed her.

KEVIN:
I thought you said

there was some good news.

Right, I almost forgot--
there is a, uh, .02%...

chance that you're
gonna walk out of here.

Hey, look, I... I screwed up,
okay, I admit that,

but I am not a killer.

The-the-the last time
that I saw Tiff

was right before we left,

and we both decided
that we'd end it then.

You're not a very
reputable guy, Kev.

Why should we believe you?

Because I'm telling you
the truth.

TONY:
You didn't have anything to do

with this, why'd you avoid us?

What are you talking about?
I-I never avoid...

We've been calling you
for two days.

I left four messages
on your cell phone.

He's lying.

He never left him
any messages.

How do you know?

Sure you don't want
to call your lawyer?

I didn't do anything wrong.

I just...
want to get this over with.

It must've been a shock when
you heard Tiffany's message.

No one would blame
you for being angry.

I didn't listen
to any message.

Okay? I wouldn't invade
Kevin's privacy like that.

You didn't have any problem
searching through his e-mail.

He told you that?

We lifted your
fingerprint from
this glass.

It matches a print we found
a few feet from Tiffany's body.

I think I'd like
to call my lawyer now.

I think that's probably a...

a good idea.

( Tony whistling a tune )

( Kate sighs )

I thought you were leaving.

I'm on my way.

See you next week.

Try not to embarrass
yourself, Tony.

Come on, Kate,
I'm way too grown-up for that.

( loud party usic playing )

CROWD:
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

( cheering )

( Tony laughs )
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

( whoops )

You're pretty.

You're pretty.

I'm pretty.

I'm going to the head.

( chuckles )

( chuckles )

( laughing ):
I love this place.

Ah... yeah.

Ah...

Ah.

( loud laughter )

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