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Get a room!

Sorry!

Jerk!

My hero.

We should get back to the party.

Yeah, okay.

So, how long have we been gone?

I don't know.
Time kind of stopped.

Are you being serious?

Totally. My sincerity
and sarcasm sound shockingly similar.

That's what it takes?

I've been trying to get
a laugh out of you all night.

So, that's what
you've been going for, huh?

What is this?
Motor oil?

- I think this car's leaking.
- Let me turn it on.

It's not oil.

Jason, what is it?

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Big cutbacks in federal spending is
the hot topic on Capitol Hill this week,

with legislators vowing
to trim the federal budget

while spending and staffing cutbacks
are likely at many federal agencies...

McGee, I was watching that!

Not anymore.
Time to hit the showers.

Is your shower not working?

Why, do I smell?

I cannot smell you from there.

And you're part bloodhound.

Come closer.

The answer is Drakkar Noir,
vintage 1988.

He buys it off e-Bay.
Never forget your first love.

You smell fine, McGee.

- Thank you, Ziva.
- Like lilacs.

A masculine lilac, I'm sure.
The kind that

storms beachheads, likes
bloody steaks and smacks girls' bottoms.

McGee's shower's broken.

No, it's not.

- I said it was late and it's time to...
- Hit the showers.

It's an expression!

But hitting things does fix things.

Only according to Gibbs,
the Fonz and

the far-too short-lived
Stephen J. Cannell classic Riptide.

- Did you shower today?
- No.

You should.

I shower three times
a week like Brad Pitt.

Preserves my natural aroma.

Boy, Director Vance wasn't
kidding about making changes.

We are gonna lose some people.

We already have.

NCIS investigative assistant
found dead in the garage.

Good, you got your gear.
Come on. Let's go.

Somebody stinks.

LEOs bagged
the guy's personal effects.

Temporary NCIS I.D.
says "Oliver Froman".

Procurement Fraud Division hire.

Hired a few months ago.
Just let go.

Is Terry Thomas still
supervisor at the Fraud Squad?

That'll be a fun interview, huh?

No surveillance cameras,

no line of sight
from adjacent buildings.

Ducky, can we move the body yet?

No, no yet.

I know local law enforcement managed

to reach the man's pockets,
but we can wait.

Almost got it.

I've got the liver probe and...

I'm stuck.

Agent McGee, how soon can
we move this poor fellow's car?

This is not his car.

Don't rush on my account!
I'm fine, I'm fine!

- I'm fine.
- I'll get the jack.

Thank you!

So exactly what happened?

Well, we were at Paul's birthday party
at the pizza place.

And me and Lauren took a step
outside to get some fresh air.

And she's making fun of me 'cause
I watch Victorious on Nickelodeon.

But Victoria Justice is hot, right?

So I said that.
She got this crinkly face. Then I said,

"But not as hot as you."

And then she smiled,
and I planted one on her.

And there was tongue.

About the body, kid?

Her body was slamming.

The dead body?

Yeah, that kind of sucked
because it was my first kiss.

They get better.

Well, usually in the morning,
always after work.

Then sometimes in the afternoon,
depending on what we're working on.

I don't know. I guess I'd say I shower
about 18, 19 times a week.

Surprised you have any skin left.

What do you say, Doctor?

I'd say the cause of death
is likely massive blood loss

from multiple stab wounds
to the abdomen,

and the time of death,
roughly two hours ago.

Corresponds with the gate ticket.
Time-stamped at 7:55 p.m.

So he did drive in.

Just not in this car.

Let's go hunting, McGee.

What about you, David?
When do you feel like showering?

After just about
any conversation with you.

I used to shower in the mornings,
but when I'd leave the house

with wet hair and it was cold outside,
I'd get a stiff neck.

Apparently,
that's not just an old wives' tale.

Then I started blow-drying,

but Tony would notice
I was using a hair dryer, and

he wouldn't let me hear the end of it.
Of course...

That was the end of it.

Looks like he packed
everything he owns in here.

Froman was on the move.

He lost his job and he hit the road.

Yeah, with all his
meager possessions.

Well, these aren't his.

These are NCIS property tags.

All this stuff was seized.

This guy was looting the office.

Froman was last hired, so first fired.
It wasn't personal.

Bet it felt personal to him.

Every department's
getting shaved back.

You know, he was one of
the few temporary hires.

He knew that, but nobody likes...

being let go.
It's a horrible feeling.

- You have been through it yourself?
- I was...

a customer service rep.

I answered phones before NCIS.

- And they fired you?
- Yeah. With no explanation.

Gibbs, Terry Thomas.

He was Froman's boss.

Got Froman's computer.
Hard drive's been wiped.

I'm gonna take it downstairs, see what
kind of security breach Froman might be.

He had access to...

active cases we were in the process,

- process of prosecuting.
- Notice?

Gave him two weeks.

He picked up his final paycheck Friday.
He was just supposed to be a temp.

But one case was lingering.

Big case.
Lot of seized property.

Prepping for auction.

Who?

Leona Phelps.

Go.

You know,
he'd be terrible at customer service.

- Liver?
- Spleen.

- Interest?
- Psycho.

Aren't they all?

The movie, Palmer.

Disgruntled employee steals from
the office on the way out of town.

Stops for a little while and winds up
dead just like Marian Crane in Psycho.

Spoiler alert, okay?
Haven't seen it.

You've had 50 years to catch up
on the story of Norman Bates.

The character inspired by the exploits
of the Wisconsin cannibal

- Ed Gein.
- Yeah, that's right, Duckman.

The unassuming Gein
was known to give gifts

to his neighbors of smoked venison
that he prepared himself.

When the authorities finally tracked
him down, they found his smokehouse

filled with human body parts.

Gein was said to have remarked,

"I never killed a deer in my life."

Oh! That's gross!

- Kidney?
- Liver.

And this is perforated
in an upward direction.

The killer is likely right-handed.

13 stab wounds in total.

And judging by the angle
of the incision,

he or she knows
how to handle a blade.

He didn't used amateurish
downward stabs

like the fictional Bates
in the shower scene...

That short knife, narrow blade.

But repeated, rapid,

upward thrusts.

You knocked.

Trying to stay on your good side.

What, is that so hard?

Well, has been lately.

You have an update on the assistant?

He helped himself to property
he was supposed to be processing,

including Leona Phelps.

Leona Phelps is considered
the Madoff of the Navy.

She ran the National Armed
Forces Credit Union

till she segued
to the private sector.

She built what basically turned out
to be a financial house of cards.

NCIS took her down last year.

Yeah, minimum sentence
at a country club.

The least of the charges.

She's left behind a trail
of broken lives, but so far,

none of the billions
that she was responsible for investing.

She's appealing her conviction.

Nothing disrupts
that prosecution, Gibbs.

What about the scene?

Time stamp says he pulled
in 20 minutes before.

Parked, he walked down two levels.

He got slashed deeper
than your budget there.

Duck said lividity shows that

he was dead before
he was stuffed underneath the car.

Do you think this could be
a case of wrong place, wrong time?

I'll let you know.

Any of these personal decisions
affect my team?

I'll let you know.

Hear me now?

Sorry. Had to drop you at Security.

No, I'm at the Home Office.

It looks exactly the same,
actually...

Maybe our dead guy
was running from something,

maybe he was running to something.

But if the guy was leaving town,
then where was he going?

Closest family members
are cousins on his mother's side.

They live in Topeka, Kansas.

You don't go see family
after losing your job

and pulling the plug
on your big city adventure.

Working for NCIS is
a "big-city adventure"?

I'll find someplace to stay.

As long as it's comfortable.

Where do you go?

Open road?

With a trunk full of stolen goods.

Friend's place, then.

I pulled phone logs from his office
and his personal cell. Nothing.

He would call ahead.

Not if you want to surprise them.

All right, call me later.

What kind of friends?
They have a criminal record?

You can't have a criminal record
and work for us.

And you.

Work for us?

For NCIS? E.J. Barrett.

- You work in this office?
- I think this is my desk right here.

Let me ask you, does
the glare from that skylight bug you?

'Cause it's a lot of light, and...

Is this thing bolted?

I want my desk this way,
which would...

How about if we go ask Abby and McGee
if they want to track down...

Let's take the stairs.

Come on. Let's get some air.

It's leather, McGee.

It's leather fiber.

Leather is skin.

I try not to think about that.

It's flesh.

It's tanned, stretched, processed,

dyed, dead flesh.

You're making it hard
not to think about.

You know, there's a wide range
of leathers other than

your typical moo-based ones.
There's pig leather,

and there's sheep leather,
and there's goat leather.

And then there's chamois,
and your high-end exotics,

like lizard and ostrich and hippo...

Hippo.

Do you want me to stop digging
through Froman's computer

and pay attention to you?

I'm trying to isolate the DNA

from the fibers Ziva collected
underneath the car.

Why would you want to get
the DNA of that fiber?

There were no fingerprints
at the crime scene.

There were no fingerprints
on the crime victim.

No fingerprints on this gum wrapper.

The attacker wore gloves.

Leather gloves.

No, I saw what happened.

You and me are having a conversation,
we're trying to work something out...

It is a violation.

There is an expectation of privacy
in our own office.

And she's just chatting away.
She's right over the hedge.

- It is over the edge!
- It's "over the top,"

but it's pushing you over the edge.

- And you know what I think?
- ... forget trying it on.

What are you guys talking about?

Tanning hides.
You?

- The same.
- Easy.

So you think our psycho's
got a flesh collection?

Think he's got a pair of gloves?

Finally. All right, I am in.

Let's see what Froman was up to.

We did not find that.

According to his history,
he printed out

the specs for a warehouse
earmarked for the Phelps case.

Her entire estate was deemed
the result of a criminal enterprise.

Rather than secure her 400-acre
residence in Virginia,

NCIS took possession
of all her possessions.

And relocated them
to a secure warehouse.

Well, this is a location,

guard schedules, security codes,
and inventory.

These printouts were nowhere
in the items we recovered.

If Froman was selling details
on how to rob the entire warehouse,

and the buyer killed him
rather than pay him...

Then we're not looking for a psycho.

We're looking for a crew.

There's gonna be a heist.

Leona Phelps preyed on
active and retired sailors.

She lost billions of investor dollars
through various shell corporations

and ponzi schemes,
while amassing a vast personal fortune.

NCIS confiscated and relocated

all of Phelps' possessions
to a warehouse in Tysons Corner.

Her artwork, jewelry, furniture,

and various collectibles
would recover 75 million at auction.

She was a notorious pack rat.

Among other things.

Froman had access to the details?

- Possibly tried to sell them.
- Like Heat.

- The movie, the Michael Mann movie.
- Private security on the warehouse?

- We'll take over and get the inventory.
- Take Ziva.

- Where we going, boss?
- Camp Cupcake.

Gonna visit Ms. Phelps
in Alderson Prison?

Schemer like her
was probably involved.

E.J., L.J.

She's new.

He's old.

Wouldn't put it past her.
Robbing herself.

- You've met Phelps?
- Briefly.

She was transferring operations
to Europe when my team brought her

to Director Vance's attention.

You have a team?

I'm team leader.
I have two other agents.

We're transferring here. To D.C.

Where from?

Spain.

Rota, Spain.

You mean: Rota.

Rota...

I could never do that.

Inventory list.

Yeah. Let's do it.

It's unassuming
from the outside, you know.

Just an old warehouse.

Built in the '70s, I think.

Modern security measures?

We got the place wired with cameras.
Keypad entry.

Got these swipe cards here.

Three-man teams.

- Two men work, one man naps.
- You know the drill.

But ain't nothing gone missing.

How would you know?
Place looks like Xanadu.

We ain't never had any of these
paintings come to life

and jump out the frame.

You referring
to the Olivia Newton movie?

- Weren't you?
- Xanadu.

Citizen Kane's house.

- That's a little embarrassing.
- For both of you.

But really, how would you know
if somebody took Rosebud

out to go sledding?

Nice.

Hasn't been anyone unauthorized in here.
Save you two.

This is a cush gig.
None of us want to mess with that.

Tempting as it may be
to play with the toys.

These are Steve McQueen's sunglasses
from The Thomas Crowne Affair.

Now, that was a heist.

She can't be all bad.

Mr. Wilson, we would like
to amplify your security, since your

protection measures
may have been leaked.

You all want to set up shop?
Fine by me.

Feel free to check your list twice.
Holler if you need anything.

Thank you, thank you.

These thing sold at a European action
a few years ago

for $70,000.

That...

is ridiculous.

I had the opportunity
to transfer to Europe a few years back.

I've never heard you say that.

I heard Director Shepherd
offered you a team.

So where was it, exactly?

Spain.

Rota, Spain.

You people better
be watching my things.

Little help, Leona?

Perfect.

If I have to play another
damn volleyball game,

I'm going to strangle someone.

Well, that'd be good.

Get you a nice room in the supermax.

Yet another cheap suit,

hell-bent on railroading me
into a conviction.

And they say money's
supposed to buy justice.

It clearly can't buy class.

Am I talking to you,
or your acid-tongued little errand boy?

You don't care
about any of the lives you've ruined.

Your things have been relocated.

What?

- It's the first you've heard of it?
- I'm locked in this hole.

Your lawyers didn't tell you.

At pushing five figures an hour,

I avoid small talk,
with my defense team.

That's tough.
Well running dry?

I'll be fine.

Sure.

Billions unaccounted for.

Investing carries inherent risk.

So does lying to a federal agent.

I didn't ask to talk to you,
Agent Gibbs.

It was the other way around.

And as charming and clever
as you may find yourself,

it's not mutual, so get to it.

This is...

is supposed to be
in the villa in Seville,

and this is...

all my furniture.

This is...

This is...

everything.

We suspect that someone might
be trying to rob our facility.

A heist.

- Who do you suspect?
- I don't know, who do you suspect?

I'll be late for my pastry class.

Martha Stewart started it
when she was here.

Take care, Agent Gibbs.

It's one of Tony's movie myths.

I've never had a good time
in a women's prison.

What a horrible woman.

Video depositions.

Everything we have on her victims.

Looking to put a face to her crimes?

Tony and Ziva?

Said they plugged the holes
in the warehouse security system

with motion detectors.
Monitoring now.

Figure since this crew
left the body behind them,

they'll probably strike quickly.

Do you need any help with the...

I can play a DVD, McGee.

- Navy Pension Fund deposition...
- It's really sad.

A lot of hardworking people
forced out of retirement

after having
their pensions depleted.

Grace Mullen.

My husband Benjamin
and I were advised

to move his Navy pension
to the Phelps Fund.

That's all gone now.

Ben managed to find work washing floors
at Lincoln School.

He always kept a straight back.

"I'm back swabbing
the decks on the Lincoln."

He joked about that.

Paintings come to life.

Guy probably thinks he's like
Ben Stiller in Night at the Museum.

He's playing baseball with himself.

He's a working stiff.

No magic there.

Fiddle Faddle?

- What?
- You want something to eat?

I have an apple if you'd prefer.

He's gotta have dreams.

He can't just go to work,
punch the clock, walk the beat,

wake up, go back,

do it all over again.

- Here.
- Why do you keep pushing food on me?

Because your blood sugar
is dangerously low...

Unless something else
is bothering you.

My name is Ruleo Medilla.

I drove a sanitation truck
in Detroit

before I took partial disability.

You need something, Barrett?

You need anything, Gibbs?

Night.

Censor is tripped.

- Wilson, what's your 20:00?
- I'm at the guards office.

- You have any men on the floor?
- Negative.

We have visitors.

- False alarm, Wilson.
- Copy that.

Hey, boss, couldn't call ahead?

Nope.
I came in the way they came in.

The heist isn't coming.

They pulled it off already.

What?

Like a thief in the night?

But nothing's missing.

No. Nothing on this list.

- So what did they take?
- Phelps went straight to this page.

So something interested her here?

There's a couple options.

I like this desk.

It's old-growth wood.

Craftsman laid.

It belonged to William Faulkner.

I love his writing.

Total genius.

It was worth learning English
just for The Sound and the Fury.

Or that chapter in As I Lay Dying,

the one with the five
words where Vardaman says,

"My mother is a fish."

I don't really like his books that much,
but I'm a big fan of the movies he made

based on other people's books,
like The Big Sleep

and To Have and Have Not.
I mean he gave us Bogey and Bacall.

God bless you, William.

Dovetail joints don't go with nails.

They've been here.
It's been jimmied.

There's gotta be
a manual release somewhere.

They did not care about this desk.

Only what was in here.

What was that?

- Hey, you brought me a new desk.
- It's an old desk.

Did you find anything
on your leather DNA project?

Turns out it's impossible.

It's improbable.
It's just highly unlikely.

Can't really determine much
other than the type of cow.

What is that on the plasma?

That's a different case.
That's for Special Agent Barrett.

Have you met her? She talks to herself.
It's weird. You'll like it.

I do not like
all the shuffling of desks.

You know what, evidence garage,
it's right over there.

Careful.

A man was killed for this.

He was killed
for what was inside of it.

We do not even know what that was.

Challenge accepted.

- What kind of a cow?
- It's a calf. Holstein.

Tacky, Agent Gibbs.

I especially hate the bracelets.

Not your favorite jewelry.

What do you want now?

Secret panel in your desk,
it was empty.

Looks like it was pried open
with a screwdriver.

I was robbed.

Would you like to file a claim?

Against you?

For damages? Sure.

No, for your loss.

We'll need to know
what was in there.

What's the theory?

Well, it must've been valuable.

They went straight for the desk.

Didn't touch anything else.

Maybe you arranged it yourself.

Interesting theory.

It was yours.

Two seconds into hearing about
the case, you jumped right to it.

Broken clocks and blind squirrels.

Really?
Just a lucky guess?

I'm still just getting
the lay of the land.

- Where'd you find that chair?
- It was over there in the corner.

So what's your quick read here?

She hates feeling like a prisoner,

Gibbs salts the wound,
keeps her emotional. He stays cerebral.

That's how you get a captain's
"C" on your jersey.

You a jock, DiNozzo?

Basketball.

Some other stuff.

Varsity?

Team captain.
Once upon a time.

I was a cheerleader myself.

I never got past JV, though.

Kept getting distracted by the boys.

I got to run. I got a meeting
with the director.

She'll want a deal.

I know.

What does he want?

Anybody else know about the panel?

I had nothing to do with this crime,
Agent Gibbs.

I'm the victim.

However, I can tell you exactly
who you're looking for.

But you need to do something for me.

When they've got all the information
they can gather about the victim,

I'd like him to come
back here with you.

You been able to find
everything you...

Thank you, EJ.

That didn't last long.

Knocking on my door.

Leona Phelps wants to cut a deal.

Deal for what?

The name of Froman's killer.

She could have the name
of Jimmy Hoffa's killer.

There's no way we're going
to reduce the charges against her.

- No, that's not what she asked for.
- Then what does she want?

Get out of prison.

No.

House arrest, pending her appeal.

She knows who targeted her.

You don't make deals, Gibbs.

This one's a steal.

Using the few clues from the garage
murder and the warehouse break-in,

I focused on substantial
unsolved heists in the area,

over the past ten years.

Here's what I found.

Six years ago,
casino cage, Atlantic City.

Two-man team goes in with hot iron.

Three guards get bloody.

One gets aced. Stick up man
goes toes-up on the carpet.

The other goes out
the door with 27 million clams.

Getaway driver scoops him curbside,
guns blazing.

They dump and burn
the ride on the Jersey border.

And then they are Casper.

McGem City, where does that get us?

Unless you built a proton pack
in your spare time we can't bust ghosts,

The guy they left behind has
a rap sheet as long as a...

As long as a...

What's really long?

This presentation.

The FBI tracked down known associates
of the dead guy and they found nada.

27 million, split two ways?

That's "one last score" kind of money.
They're gone.

White sand beaches and umbrella
drinks for the rest of your life.

Who would come back from that?

That question has to wait
till we come back.

Boss, McGee thinks
he's got a lead on the crew.

I got a quicker one.

- Ziva, let's go.
- Where we going?

To spring Leona Phelps
from Camp Cupcake.

You made a deal with her?

You did quick work, Gibbs.

Name.

We met in 2005

at my office at home to discuss
a business proposition.

Among the many objet d'art,

he was particularly preoccupied
with the Faulkner desk.

Your favorite hiding place.

Yes.

His name is Otto Brackin.

McGee, Otto Brackin.

I know. Wait, how do you know?

What do I know?

He was a cellmate of the guy
who died in the casino heist.

They did a two-year stretch
together at Ossining.

Where is he now?

Virginia State Police found his body
a few hours ago. He's dead.

Virginia PD says the motel room

where they found Otto Brackin's body
was trashed. Major struggle.

Lacerations were on his liver?

Identical wounds to those on Froman.

Same knife, same style, same killer.

Job's done. So, what?
He turns on his partner?

There's no honor among thieves.
What, they fight over the split, maybe?

Or something went sideways?

Grand Theft Otto here matches
the physical description

of the second stick-up man
from the cage robbery.

Leaves the getaway man outstanding.

Why is that outstanding?

Motel manager got plates
and a description.

Got a BOLO out on the car.
Lexus, stolen.

This is the second guy to
get gutted on this caper.

And somehow
this woman's at the heart of it.

It's a heist movie.

So there's just one question
that we have to answer,

What would Steve McQueen do?

You know, it seems unfair.
You get to go home for giving us

the name of a man
who's recently been murdered.

A deal's a deal, Ziva.

You ought to muzzle your pups,
Agent Gibbs.

They all seem to have
a problem with barking.

No, this one's problem's
definitely her bite.

I couldn't have predicted
Brackin's death.

And I certainly couldn't have anything
to do with it from the inside.

Is that why you wanted out so badly?
Didn't look so terrible to me.

You've obviously never had
your freedom taken away.

A real gift for reading people,
this one.

Perception is reality.

If I'm seen as a criminal,
I'll be treated as a criminal.

Despite the lack of hard
evidence on the part of prosecution,

incarceration sure gives
the appearance of guilt.

Kind of empty without
all your beautiful things.

They're nothing... next to freedom.

Do not get ahead of yourself.

If you go beyond that door,

- we will know about it.
- Fine.

But other than that,
you leave me alone.

No police presence!

That was the deal.

Enjoy solitary confinement.

We steal for a living.

We pull off that one last score,
McGee, we're set for life.

But the cheese is hot.

Where do we stash the cash?

Of course, we take a meeting
with Leona Phelps,

the unscrupulous money manager.

- She's not gonna ask questions.
- Right.

If we invest our stolen
money with her...

She'll clean it up,
and we'll be fine.

- Till the whole thing goes pear-shaped.
- And we're broke.

That's it.

She doesn't just ruin of good people.
She ruins the lives of bad people too.

The crooks have
to come out of retirement.

They've got to pull off one last,
one last score.

I'll cross-reference the names of
Phelp's victims with criminal records.

Bet we come up with someone
who served time with Brackin.

What are they after?

You want to know
what was in the desk?

Absolutely.

Believe it or not,
I found a collagen fiber

that I determined to be deerskin.

Deer?

I also found traces of cellulose
mixed in the linen

as well as thermochromic
ink in the wood.

High-end paper and security ink.

After referencing the Secret Service
ink and paper libraries,

that is where Leona Phelps
stashed her Italian-made,

leather-embossed,
one-of-a-kind bookkeeping ledger.

So, all the missing money,
I'm thinking "secret account" somewhere.

And it's all in the ledger,
which was all in the desk.

Keyword,

"was".

I thought the deal was,
I get left alone.

Me, too.

That was how Otto convinced
me to invest my money with you.

We were never gonna work again.

You ruined that.

Mr. Medilla...

I'm sorry to hear
about your partner.

We found the guy who could
get us in that warehouse.

We went to all that trouble.

The damn ledger wasn't even there.

I can imagine you must
have been very upset.

I was.

I would like to have it now.

You want money.

I understand.
I can get you money.

I do.

And more than that...

I want your blood.

It's Gibbs.

DNA from the gum wrapper
matched Ruleo Medilla.

He's the last member of the crew.
Phelps lost all their money.

She knew it was them as soon
as she heard the word "heist".

She knew what they were after.
Same thing the prosecution's after.

Same thing you're after.

She had to get out and get it first.

It's a smoking gun.

What's next?

Bullitt.

She's on the run.

Help!

He's got a knife!

Please!

Ziva, stay with her!

You violated
your house-arrest agreement.

But for this,
you're going away for life.

Like Doc McCoy in The Getaway.

No, not really.

McQueen had Jewison,

he had Yates,
he had Peckinpah right there,

guiding him, navigating him.
Molding him.

You would have made
a great director.

Yeah, well,
already got one of those.

McQueen also had Jacqueline Bisset,
Faye Dunaway and Ali MacGraw.

You notice the new girl likes
to shower here before she goes home?

Did you hear me?

You know, I was offered your job.

I turned it down.

Thank you.

Towel, please?

So, why would you do that?

I wanted this team,

here in D.C. The varsity.

How'd Gibbs feel about that?

He left.

He gave it to me.

You know, I was pretty good at it.

I mean,
I made a couple rookie mistakes,

but I was figuring it out.

And then Gibbs took it back?

He did.

The previous director,

Shepard, she,

she saw something in me.

Kept an eye on me.

Smart woman.

There are rules against this.

No, there aren't.

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