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We're running late.
Let's get a move on, little lady.

There's someone at the front door,
Mom.

Show-off. Let's go.

-Mrs Watson?
-Yes?

There's been an accident, ma'am.
Your husband, he's been injured.

I'm to transport you and your daughter
to the hospital.

Good morning,
Captain Watson.

Good morning, Shirley.

How'd the recital go last night?

Well, would it be wrong for me to say

that I'm the father of the most talented
little girl in the entire world?

It'd be wrong if you didn't.

Still on a diet,
or should I put cream in your coffee?

-I ran 10 miles yesterday.
-Cream coming right up.

Captain Watson.

-Who's there?
-Before Shirley returns with your coffee

know that we have
your wife and daughter.

If you want to see them alive again,
you will do exactly as I say.

Look in your briefcase's
back compartment.

-Who are you?
-Now, Captain Watson.

Plug it in and place it on top
of your computer screen.

You will go about your day
in the usual way.

Only, you will not leave your office.

You will make no attempt
to contact anyone.

Who are you? What do you want?

$2 million from
the Special Operations fund.

Are you crazy?

I can't transfer $2 million.
The system won't allow me to.

You'll find a way, Captain.

Or would you rather
I shoot them both right now?

Anyone?

And I mean, anyone know
when the air conditioner's getting fixed?

What about the name of the genius
who invented windows that don't open?

And what are we on, a space ship?
Windows should open...

-Have you been working out?
-All summer long.

Thanks for finally noticing.

No, I mean, right now,
‘cause you're sweating like a pig

and it's not very attractive.

Morning, Agent Todd.

-McGee.
-Yeah?

You have two seconds to tell me
what you're doing down there.

I'm upgrading
the computer network and...

Time's up.

No, I wasn't looking. I swear.

I wasn't looking.

I wasn't looking.

-Tony.
-Yes, sir?

Did I just see what I thought I saw?

Out of respect for my co-workers, boss,
I'd have to say, yes, you did.

-And it's very disturbing.
-I agree. Put your damn shirt back on.

This is a federal office building,
not a gym.

Damn, McGee. Why are you still here?

The contractors,
they won't wire the network

until the air conditioning's fixed.

It's a union thing, so...

So you decided it's more important
for an NCIS special agent

to crawl around all day by yourself?

Man asked you a question.

I just... I wanted it fixed
before I returned to Norfolk.

Yeah? You have any idea where
thinking like this is gonna lead you?

Yeah. Do you, McGee?

Promotion.

You need any help, you ask Tony here.
Looks like he could use a workout.

It's not that difficult.

So I guess I could do it myself.

Good answer.

Don't let him intimidate you, McGee.

That's my job today.

Agent Todd.

-I didn't look.
-Oh, no. I believe you.

I just have a little question
that I want to ask you.

Is she a pantyhose or a thong girl?
‘Cause I'm thinking thong.

We've got a problem, Gibbs.

You know what? I hate this thing. Crap!

There's a secretary
from the Pentagon downstairs,

and she claims that her boss
is being held hostage by his computer.

See?

There is a reason
I didn't trust these things.

Here. Reboot that or something.
Send her up.

Reboot it?

-Or you can do what we always do.
-It's his third one this month.

When I brought him his coffee
I heard the computer talking to him.

"You've got mail"?

No, it was this weird electronic voice,

and then it cut off
the second I entered the room.

Look, I know it sounds crazy,
but I can't tell you the rest

until you promise
that you won't try to contact him.

Whatever you're afraid of, Miss Wilkes,
we can handle it.

He slipped this into a stack of folders

and he told me
to take the rest of the day off.

Forget your glasses, boss?

"Office under electronic surveillance.
Can't leave. Jill and Sandy kidnapped.

"Must transfer $2 mill
to overseas account by 1800 or they die.

"Contact NCIS. No one else."

Finally someone who appreciates us.

If anything should happen to them...

I mean, she's just a little girl,
Agent Gibbs.

The Watsons live in McLean.

There's no answer at home,
and their daughter Sandy

didn't show up to school this morning.

-It says here she's blind.
-Tony?

I can confirm he's the comptroller
for JSOC.

Office is in the A Ring of the Pentagon.

-I'm pulling up the schematic now.
JSOC?

Joint Special Operations Command.

-They fund SMU. SMU stands for...
-Special Military Units.

I worked with a few of them
when I was Secret Service.

So he can really transfer
this kind of money overseas?

More, if he needs to.

Our bad guy would have to pass through

five security checkpoints
to get to Watson's office.

Well, the Pentagon records all access.

There's 25,000 people working there,
Kate.

By the time
we're done downloading that list,

the government's out $2 million.

Or Watson's family's dead.

Well, it has to be somebody
on the inside.

The Pentagon
is the most secure building in the world.

They could be using a Trojan.

Well, she said
that they were using his computer.

Cause Trojan would give them
backdoor access.

You kiss your mother
with that mouth, McGee?

No, Tony, Trojan is a programme.

It's like a virus that establishes
a gateway into a computer

and allows a hacker
to control the system.

It still doesn't explain
how it got into his machine.

If they're good,
they could have done it from anywhere.

Wouldn't even have to set foot
in the building.

-How are they watching him then?
-Could be using a webcam.

Or they're lying.

Kate, take McGee
and search the Watsons' house.

DiNozzo, I want everything there is
on Watson and his family

-by the time I get back.
-Where are you going, boss?

To talk to Captain Watson.

Wait, Gibbs, if they're watching him,
and you show up...

I better make sure they don't notice me.

That is not a good call.

Relax. You think Gibbs keeps
that haircut to save on shampoo?

Morning, Gunny.
-Morning, Staff Sergeant.

Moving those dollars around,
Captain?

I'm trying.

The only way I can stay under the radar
is to not make a withdrawal

that exceeds $10,000
from any single operational budget.

-What's that?
-Well, this is an office.

People are going to be dropping by
request forms all day long.

Not today. Send them away.

If I keep doing that,
they're gonna get suspicious.

Okay, but just don't forget
what's at stake here, Captain.

I won't.

Bastard.

Enter.

Sorry to have missed
the budget meeting yesterday, sir.

But you know how the Colonel gets
when he's sick.

-How's he doing, Gunny?
-Better, sir. Thank you.

He wanted me to check with you,

see if you needed
any extra help down here.

Tell him I appreciate it,
but we've got things covered.

Roger that, sir.

The latest batch of requests for you.
The most immediate priorities on top.

This must be that daughter
you're always talking about.

-She is a beauty, sir.
-She is that, Gunny. She is that.

You change your mind, sir,
all you have to do is call.

We have plenty of people
willing to help you, sir.

-I will Gunny, thank you.
-You have a nice day, sir.

-He's gone.
-He was right about one thing.

She is a little beauty.

Who? Who's there?

Well, no signs
of anyone observing the place.

Let's roll.

She either left in a hurry
or was forced to.

And what makes you think
she just didn't leave it there?

Because she's a little girl, McGee.
They're not typically slobs.

Remind me to introduce you
to my little sister.

-What was that?
-Nothing, Agent Todd.

Are you still pushing
to be a full-time field agent?

-Very much so.
-Well, we need to get in. Suggestions?

Last time I encountered
a situation like this,

Tony threw a rock through the window.

Yet another glaring difference between
boys and girls. Follow me.

He was right about one thing.

She is a little beauty.

Okay, Gibbs.
Your mike is coming in loud and clear.

Who's that in the office with him?
The devil?

Hey.

You know, considering
no one in this room is actually deaf,

that's really annoying.

-Hey, that was about me, wasn't it?
-Patch in the video, Abs.

-It's not a very flattering angle.
-Yeah, well, it's the best I could do.

What can you tell me about the voice?

It sounds like this particle physicist
I used to date.

He had these tiny little Chiclet-like teeth
and an Eiffel Tower tattoo...

You want this, Abby, or not?

Okay, obviously it's being disguised.

I think I can filter it back
to its original state.

She is a little beauty.

She is a little beauty.

Yeah, okay. I'll get that APB
out on the Lollipop Guild right away.

Patience, Tony.

Little beauty. A little beauty.

He was right about one thing.

She is a little beauty.

Pretty cool, huh?

-Not bad.
-Thank you.

Next thing I want you to do is
hack into Watson's computer.

It's the only link we have
to the kidnapper.

Gibbs, we are talking
about the Pentagon here.

Even their encryptions have encryptions.

Yeah?

-That dirtbag sure managed it.
It probably took him months!

Our best bet is to ask the DOD
for access to their system.

First thing they'll do
is disconnect the connection.

If that happens,
we'll end up with two dead dependents.

I don't know if I can do it.

DiNozzo, get McGee on the hook.

No! I'll get in.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

I believe you.

Relax.
When's the last time Gibbs was wrong?

Discounting the whole marriage thing,
of course.

-Okay. McGee, hold me steady.
-All right.

Okay, more left.
No, no, my left. Your right!

That's right.

-McGee, what are you doing?
-I'm doing what you're telling me to do.

-Are your eyes closed?
-Yes!

Well, then open them before you Kill us!

But this morning you...

McGee, can't you tell
when somebody's kidding with you?

-l used to, and then I met you guys.
-If you want to work with Gibbs,

then you're gonna have to get over that.

Trust me, I know.

Eyes open it is.

DiNozzo, I need a way to communicate
with Captain Watson.

Communication part's solved, boss.

Earwig radio receiver.
Used them all the time

for undercover work back in Baltimore.

How do we get it in his ear?

Did I also mention
there's one tiny flaw in my plan?

DiNozzo,
I show back up there as a gunny,

this guy's gonna get suspicious.

Well,
you think I could pass for a Marine?

I don't know.
Let's shave your head and find out.

Actually, I was leaning more towards
merchant marine kind of thing.

-I've got a better idea. Don't eat that.
-No, no.

Well, no signs
of forced entry or a struggle.

They could have been taken
at gunpoint.

-Well, it's possible, but I don't think so.
-Why is that?

Well, why go to the trouble
of locking the front door behind you?

Not bad, McGee.

Tony hasn't completely ruined you yet.

Their daughter must be
quite the pianist. Beautiful, too.

There's nothing here.
We're wasting our time. Let's go.

Uh-uh.

I use the door.
You lock it and go back out the window.

I get it. You're kidding, right?

Uh-oh.

Five hours left,
Captain. Ring the tote.

I've managed to isolate $900,000.

I'd move faster if I was you.

-You're learning. You may answer.
-Enter!

Hey, Captain.

Got your sweet and sour
with extra pineapple.

I think you might want to change
your order tomorrow.

I heard we're getting in
some fresh duck.

-I'll just stick with the usual.
-All right.

$8.75 today. How's the family doing?

Fine. You?

Still having trouble
communicating with the girlfriend.

I talk, she doesn't listen.

What are you gonna do?

-Oh, yeah. Sure. For you.
-Thanks, Captain. See you tomorrow.

Freeze!

Open your lunch. Show it to the camera.

Now!

Enjoy.

-Delivery complete.
-That's good work, Tony.

Thanks, boss. That means a lot.

NCIS doesn't work out,

I hear General Lee's
Chinese restaurant's hiring.

-Abs, get the captain up on the feed.
-All right. You're in.

This is Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.

If you can hear me,
cough once, Captain.

We are changing the game plan,
skipper.

When he contacts you again,

tell him you want a good faith gesture
on his part.

Tell him that you want
your daughter returned now.

Tell him if you don't get her back,

you're going to take your chance
with the FBI.

He'll try to intimidate you.
We have to call his bluff.

Rub your brow if you have the courage
to go this route.

You are not alone, Captain.

We're gonna get through this together.
I will be in touch.

Okay, I want these feeds
hardwired into MTAC.

-Done.
-We inside his computer yet?

-I think...
-Need help?

-Yeah.
-All you had to do was ask.

One of the smartest people I know
told me that once.

-Who?
-You.

The car is still in the driveway.
No signs of a struggle inside.

I think they may have known
their kidnapper.

Or been duped.

Well, it looks like you and Tony
have been making some progress.

Not enough.

Time to update, Captain.

-I'm doing my best.
-Just meet your deadline.

McGee,
help Abby get into Watson's computer.

Hey, come on. Let's go.

A little short on deodorant today, Tony?

I've isolated nearly $1.3 million.

Now I want a gesture of good faith
from you.

What kind of gesture, Captain?

I want you to release
my daughter immediately.

-Not gonna happen.
-Why?

Because they're already dead?

How do I know that's not just a tape?
You listen to me.

You let Sandy go right now or it's over.

I'm going to the FBI.

You'd never forgive yourself, you know.

This is the hard part, Captain.

Don't back down. Tell him
you want to talk to your daughter.

I want to speak to her! Right now!

Plays the piano. Gifted, I hear.

You don't need eyes to play the piano,
but you sure as hell need ears.

Sandy!

One little tap. Monaural.

Then the other ear, pop!

Total silence and darkness forever.

-We can't risk that.
-He's bluffing.

Stand your ground.

Tell him if he does that,
he'll never see a penny.

Gibbs.

Let her go unharmed,
or I swear you'll never see a dime.

You know, I never was any good
at taking orders, Captain.

I screwed up. I screwed it all up.

It's only been 40 minutes, Captain.
He will contact you soon.

Until then, you have to stay strong.

It's our best chance
of getting your family back.

You got something to say?

We're taking a really big risk here,
Gibbs.

Yeah, Kate?

What happens to the little girl
and her mother

once this dirtbag gets the money?

-What, you think he'll kill them?
-You're the profiler. You tell me.

Answer your phone, Captain.

Where is she? Where's my daughter!

I said answer the phone, Captain!

-Yes?
Daddy?

Sandy!

-Sweetheart, where are you?
-/ don't know.

He let me go,

but he said he'll kill Mom
if I tell anyone what happened.

-Tell me where she is.
Lorton Amtrak station.

You got your good faith gesture.
Now get back to work.

My people are on the way, Captain.

Tell her to stay where she is.
Go get her.

Sandy, sweetheart, just stay right there.

Don't go anywhere.

Daddy will be there to get you
in just a little while.

Hang up the phone now,
Captain.

And believe me when I say
your wife's life depends on it.

I have to hang up now, baby.

Now, listen,
I want you to be brave for me, okay?

-This will be over before you know it.
Daddy, help me!

God forgive me.

Daddy?

Daddy?

Face it, McGee. We are doomed.

Okay, we can try
random password generator.

-Did it.
-How about an open port scan?

-Done it.
-Oh, there's an undocumented hole

-in the...
-Tried it.

Gibbs can't honestly expect us to hack
into the Pentagon in a single afternoon?

-Yeah.
-You're right. We are doomed.

We have to call DOD

and hope they'll let us in
without severing the connection.

Unless...
What if the Trojan isn't system-wide?

-If it was, our bad guy...
-Could just steal the money himself.

-He wouldn't need...
-Watson to do it for him.

That means that he can't access
the rest of the network.

We've been trying to hack
the wrong place.

Yeah.

All right, scan for open UDP
and TCP connections

on the JSOC VPN.

Yes. Yes.
We got multiple incoming packets.

Ports 139, 445.

Looks like a variant
of the doomsday Trojan.

-I love it when you talk geek.
-I love it that you love it.

I'll be sure to mention that
to Captain Watson,

right after we're done burying his family.

I would hold off
on those funeral arrangements, Gibbs.

The reason we're so excited...

Is we just hacked
Captain Watson's computer.

And we should be able
to backtrace the connection...

No! No! No!

-My baby just French-fried.
-The system's overheated.

So? Reboot it.

Believe it or not, Gibbs, not all computer
problems can be solved by rebooting.

Works for me.

Even if it does, it's gonna take
at least an hour for mine to cool down.

And without air conditioning,
it'll happen again.

-So take it someplace cooler.
-Where?

This whole building
is like an illegal sweatshop.

Not the whole building, Abs.

May I trouble you
for the left ear, Mr Palmer?

One left ear coming right up.

Now, when is the DNA analysis
coming back on the right toe grouping?

Oh, should be 10, 12 days.

-That's interesting.
-What's that, Doctor?

Oh, dear.

-It's not the left ear?
-It's the left.

It's just not the right left. So to speak.

Well, that would mean that...

Three bodies.
Time to start another table.

Hey, Ducky. My computer died.

We need someplace cooler
to set up shop.

Yeah. Well, we're a bit tight on space
at the moment,

but you could use 107.

Definitely not 107.

His family was supposed
to make arrangements

to pick him up last week.

There we are. How's that?

-Perfect. Thank you.
Fascinating, isn't it?

Parts of three separate bodies

carved up
with almost surgical precision.

-Why?
-I haven't a clue.

Now, we found them
in a 55-gallon drum of alcohol

behind Bethesda Naval Hospital
last month.

-McGee.
-Yeah?

-We're kind of running short on time.
-Oh, can I give you a hand?

No, I'm all right.

When I'm a mother,
I'm never letting my kids out of my sight.

Yeah, how do you plan on doing that?

GPS locater strapped to the ankle.

Audio and video surveillance built
into their clothes.

No, I mean the part
about becoming a mother.

-Funny. The area looks clear to me.
-Me, too. Let's go get that kid.

Sandy? My name's Kate.

And I'm Tony. We're NCIS agents.

-That stands for...
-I know what it stands for.

They spoke at my school.

Well, then you know that we're here
to help you. Your daddy sent us.

We know what happened to you and
your mom, but you're safe now. Okay?

-I heard him.
-Heard who, honey?

He didn't know it, but I heard him.

He told my mom he...

He...

He's gonna make my dad suffer.

What the hell is it?

It's probably just
some leftover bodily fluid.

-Oh, is that all?
-Yeah.

Disgusting.

If you want to be a full-time field agent,
Timothy,

you're gonna have to get used
to sights like that.

Is it a common occurrence, Ducky,

dismembered bodies
in barrels of alcohol?

Well, now that you mention it,
I did have a great uncle

who drowned in a vat of alcohol.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Of course, he reportedly climbed out
three times to go to the bathroom.

Hey, what's the holdup?

We are almost set here.

McGee, if I were you,
I would spend more time working

and less time cleaning.

Yes. Yes, sir. Sorry, boss.

Duck, I got a patient upstairs for you.

There you go.

-Feel better now?
-Yes. Thank you.

Now, you've been a very brave patient,
so I think you deserve a surprise.

-A Hershey bar?
-Yes.

-Are you sure you're blind?
-l can smell it.

I'll be right back, Sandy.

I need a few moments
to talk to my friends.

It took him 45 minutes
to drop her off.

You figure 22 minutes out, same back.

That leaves a 15-mile radius
where he could be located.

Hundreds of square miles and what?

We have two hours left.

We also pulled tapes
from the train station.

We might catch a shot of him
dropping the kid off.

Gibbs, it's like 100 degrees in here.

-How can you drink that stuff?
-It keeps me cool.

How's she doing, Duck?

Remarkably well,
considering the circumstances.

-What does she remember?
-Unfortunately, everything.

Except for where she was.

Maybe you haven't asked
the right questions.

Well, she's eight and blind, Ducky.

I mean, it's not a great help
in a situation like...

Sandy, are you thirsty?

A little bit. Can I have some water?

Okay, I'm back in.

Initiating a backtrace
from Watson's computer.

How are you doing on bad guy's
onboard encryption?

It's commercial grade,
so consider it cracked

right now.

-Yes, team McGee does it again.
-Why team McGee?

No offence, I am the special agent.

-He must have switched off the audio.
-Team Abby. I'm the smart one.

If you want to scream, scream.

No one will hear you.

Sandy, this is really important.

Can you tell us anything
about the car you were driven in?

Well, it was a van

and there were no windows in back.

How could you tell?

Because I couldn't feel the sun
on my face.

What about the place
he was keeping you and your mom?

Anything unusual about it?
-I don't know.

I was real scared.

And I could hear him talking to my mom,
and she was crying,

and he kept on pulling my hair.

It's okay, Sandy.
Just tell us what you remember.

Yeah. Gibbs.

All right. We're on our way.

Sandy, I want you to stay here
with Dr Mallard.

-We have to check...
-I heard.

You can see my mom
on your computer now.

I hear lots of things other kids can't.

Can I help you?

Your husband has less than two hours
to make my deadline.

I'm engaging the audio filters now.

Could be a slight delay with picture.

But what he doesn't know,

is that if he makes it or not,
you're never going home.

Time's running out, Captain.

Look,
I've been able to isolate $1 .8 million.

If I send it now,
will you release my wife?

How about I send you back
1.8 of your wife?

You want me to keep an arm or a leg?

Captain, we need more time.
You have to stall him.

It's getting harder to find open accounts.

You're gonna have to give me
more time.

You have 90 minutes.

Make it, your wife lives.
You don't, she dies.

-It's your call, Captain.
-Negotiate, Captain.

Tell him you need
at least three more hours.

I repeat,
tell him you need another three hours.

-I'll meet your deadline.
-Oh, damn!

Good news, boss!

I found a shot of our bad guy's vehicle
on the train station tapes.

The little girl was right.
It's a white van with no windows.

-Did you run the plates?
-It came back stolen.

-And this helps me because, DiNozzo?
-l also ID'ed our dirtbag.

I pulled his prints
from Sandy's hair thingies.

-Barrettes.
-Right.

He's a former petty officer.
Name's Kyle Grayson.

Did six years in Leavenworth
for embezzling government funds.

And Captain Watson was responsible
for putting him there.

Good job.

We're gonna play some sounds
from the room that you were in, Sandy.

I think it might help you
remember better.

Can you just play certain hertz
if I want you to?

Sure, how did you know that?

From the piano.

I know the number of vibrations
of every key.

Like key number 44, E4,

that's 329.63 hertz.

A5 is 880.

-My mom says I'm half bat.
-Well, that's cool. I love bats.

Me, too. I like your voice, Abby.
It's kind of gravelly.

Thank you.

All right. You ready to show off for us?

Lorton Amtrak station.

You got your good faith gesture.
Now get back to work.

There's birds up kind of high.
Try a G 7, the 83rd key.

That's 3,136 hertz.

That is amazing, Sandy.

I'll be right back.

Gibbs, she's incredible.
You've got to see her.

I want her listening to the live feed.

-Gibbs, she's been traumatised enough.
-Yeah?

How about growing up without a mother,
Kate?

Hey, Sandy, I need you to...

Listen to the live feed?

I want to help my mom, Agent Gibbs.

I can take it.

Here.
-What's this?

Your very own NCIS badge.

-You ready?
-Yes.

McGee, bring the live feed up
on the speakers.

Sandy, we need to know
anything you can tell us

about where he is keeping your mom.

When I took this job,
I was instructed not to hurt you

or the little princess,

but your husband cost me six years!

Who hired you?
-I don't really care.

The point is I've decided
your husband has to pay for that.

-Why?
-No more questions.

Go to the area of AY.

I mean 4,000 hertz.

Bring it two keys down. I mean 3,800.

-Sounds like a train.
It's getting closer.

It's passing right now!

1706.

What time is the next train
scheduled to arrive in Lorton?

I'm on it, boss.

Can you remember anything else
about the train sounds?

We drove over a lot of tracks.

My mom,
she squeezed my hand every time.

-How many times?
Look at me!

I don't know. A lot.

What is he doing to her?
Why is she crying?

You did great, Sandy.

-Are you going to save my mom now?
-Oh, yeah. You can count on that.

Let's roll.

Hey, the only train in the area
is an Amtrak.

It left DC at 1620,
and arrived at Lorton at 1730,

average speed of 65 miles an hour.

Now, we know it passed
our dirtbag at 1706, right? So...

Damn it!

-I owe Mrs Powers an apology.
-Who?

My 10th grade math teacher.

I told her I'd never be able to use
anything she taught us in real life.

It's here. Seven miles outside of Lorton.

There's an abandoned train
maintenance yard

-about a half mile north...
-That's the place.

McGee, you need to tell Watson
to delay sending the money.

-Well, how?
-Any way you can. Come on! Let's go!

Now!

Five minutes left.

Tell me you have the $2 million,
Captain.

I have it.

Stand by to copy
the ISP routing number.

ISP is C-S.C-N.A-C-N.
Read back to me.

C-S.C-N.A-C-N.

-Beijing.
-Very good, Captain.

McGee, talk to me.

Okay, he's giving Watson
the wire transfer code.

-Do you have a visual yet?
Negative.

Tell the captain he has to stall
for more time.

Captain Watson, you have to buy us
a few more minutes.

I repeat, you have to buy us
a few more minutes.

He's not listening to me.

Tell him, the second he transfers
that money, his wife is dead.

Captain Watson,
your wife is going to be murdered...

Okay, Gibbs. He took out the earwig.

I got nothing, boss.

The routing number is A-1-2-1

3-6-6-9-B-1.

Read that back to me.

A-1-2-1-3-6-6-9-B-1.

That's correct. Now make me rich.

And I have your word
you're going to release my wife?

Yes, my word.

Now send it!

He's sending the money to Asia.

If I could tag his transmission with
a marker, we might be able to follow it.

Gibbs, he sent it.
I think he's going to shoot her.

-What do I do?
-Something, McGee! Anything!

This is the FBI, Grayson.

We have you surrounded.
Come out with your hands in the air.

What the hell?

You didn't really think
you'd get away with this?

You two inside.
I'll cut him off. We take him alive.

Come on, let's go! Come on!

Go.

Clear.

Move!

Come on!

You come any closer and I'll shoot her!

Come out where I can see you! Now!

Just like in Colombia.

You're not getting out of here, Grayson!
It's over!

I know the FBI's SOP.
I want a cell phone and negotiator now!

We're not the FBI, dirtbag.

Drop the weapon!

Everything's going to be all right now,
sweetheart, everything.

-Kind of makes you think.
-About what?

Having kids someday.

Yeah, I don't think I could handle that.

Don't know how
we could ever thank you, Agent Gibbs.

We owe you so much.

Thank Special Agent Watson here.
We couldn't have done it without her.

Thanks.

-We did good today, Gibbs.
-Did we, Special Agent Todd?

Grayson doesn't have the smarts
to be in this alone.

We still have to find out who hired him.

-Not gonna get it from Grayson.
-Why not?

-Get him to roll for a deal.
-I don't deal.

He doesn't deal?

Not when Grayson doesn't know
who hired him.

This guy's good.

We lost the money for a little while
in Hong Kong.

But McGee's bots picked it up again
on the transfer to Zurich.

And with Abby's encryption algorithm
imbedded in the transaction, it's just...

Okay.
Look, could you, just for a second...

Just pretend
I don't know anything about computers?

Pretend?

Can we get this guy or not?

Well, we've been following the money
for the last eight hours.

And if it transfers into a country
where we have...

-Wait, I don't believe this.
-What?

-Ilt's headed back here.
-Washington DC.

-Captain Watson?
-Agent Gibbs.

-This is not what you think.
-You're right. It wasn't.

-You did this to your own family?
-No, nobody was supposed to get hurt.

-Is that tight enough for you, Captain?
-I cannot believe this is happening!

The perfect plan.

Even Grayson didn't know
who hired him.

How the hell did you figure this out?

Next time, you might want
to send your note to the FBI.

Look, you've got to understand.
I needed the money because...

Don't you dare tell me

that there's a reason
for you throwing away what you had.

Your network is up and operational now,
so I'll be heading back to Norfolk.

I'll take that as a thank you.

-McGee, where are you going?
-Norfolk.

Well, I got some good news
and some bad news for you.

You've just been promoted
to a full-time field agent.

Really?

-That's incredible! What's...
-You belong to me now.

-Congratulations.
-Yeah. What she said.

So I'm one of you guys now, right?

No more getting coffee?
No more hazing?

-Sure.
-Sure.

All right.

Well, I just want to say
that I never took it personal,

and I really look forward to...

You know,
I could really get used to that.