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Previously on "NCIS..."

Target secure. Sending out the hostage.

Coming in from the back.

Knight's gonna be working
on the investigation with us.

Was it worth it?

Some things, Bishop, they have a cost.

I'm Marcie, by the way.

I knew the murder victim.

Hannah. The killer is still out there.

I want you to help me find him.

So now there are three.

This is starting to look like a...

- Serial killer.
- Yeah.

Talk to me, Bishop.

Still breathing, McGee.

Hold your position. Backup's on the way.

Can't wait. Two shots left.

Cover me. I got to get a better angle.

Don't do it, Ellie.

You move, you get shot.

Cover me. Three, two, one.

- Ellie?
- I'm okay, I'm okay. I'm not hit.

Here are the guns
they were trying to sell.

And the guy who ran?

Escaped out the back. These two?

Uh, dead.

- Mm, they sure as hell are.
- Hmm.

What?

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Mm-hmm.

- Hmm?
- What...

the hell was that?

Hmm. Good morning to you, too, Nick.

Good morning? That's it.

We're gonna pretend like you
didn't go Lara Croft last night?

Shooting, sliding, shooting?

And don't give me any
"those were lucky shots,"

because luck has nothing
to do with that.

I want answers.

So do I, Agent Torres.

Why did you turn that warehouse

into a shooting gallery?

I authorized an undercover gun buy.

Yes, and that is what it was
supposed to be, Director.

The plan was for Torres and
McGee to pose as buyers,

so we could figure out who was
selling stolen Navy weapons.

But we got made.

- How?
- I don't know.

As soon as McGee and I walked
in, they started shooting.

And Agent Bishop shot back.

Oh, yeah, she did.

She killed two

out of the three gun dealers.

But not the dealer
that this whole operation

was meant to take down?

No. The top guy, known as Mr. Flori,

is the guy who got away.

Any ID on his friends?

No, they, uh, they travelled light.

No wallets, just burn phones,

and their fingerprints
aren't in the system.

Where's McGee?

He's down with Kasie.
They're trying to hack

the dead guys' burn phones.

Not trying. Succeeding.

Got in, found out that both
suspects have been calling

the same number almost
every day this week.

- Did you trace the number?
- I did.

To a landline. Got an address.

Put down the hammer, Gibbs.

The seas have parted,

the sun is shining, I made a spreadsheet

and it has paid off.

Did you hear me?

Whoa. Good morning.

Need more coffee?

No.

See, this is the part
where you're supposed to say,

"Wow, Marcie, that is great.

What did you find?" and I say,
"I found another pattern."

For the love of God.

Here, just-just look at these dates.

Look at the dates.

Hannah was killed 100 days after Brian.

The third victim was killed
exactly 100 days after that.

I mean, so what do you call that?

Our serial killer has a pattern.

Okay, what is wrong with you?

Nothing.

You are pricklier than normal.

No, no, I'm-I'm good.

You're not. Tell me.

Hey, will you stop with the questions?

Look, I'm not one of your stories.

Anymore, you mean.

Come on, what's going on with you?

You have a thorn in your paw?

A hole in your boat?

Boat's done.

Oh.

Well, that's interesting.

What?

Oh, I don't know. You...

...day-drinking from a jar.

Maybe building the boat meant
more than finishing the boat?

If your chart's right, there should be

another dead body out there
100 days from the third.

Right, which would've been last month.

But, trust me,
I have stayed up nights looking

and I can't find anything.

Doesn't mean it's not there.

Wow.

I just can't believe
I didn't think of that

before I ran down all those stairs.

Not to diminish your talent
as an excellent boat builder,

but you are also a detective, right?

I mean, I could use a little help here.

Expand the search. Look
into missing persons.

Could be another body out
there from last month

that hasn't showed up yet.

Oh.

Right.

Thank you, Gibbs.

I appreciate it.

Oh, and by the way,
if it makes you feel any better,

um, well, it's not done yet.

What?

It's bad luck to launch
a boat without a name.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

And by clear, I mean, like, empty.

Like, no furniture, not even a, uh...

Phone.

Well, I was gonna say couch,
but yeah, no phone.

No, I mean, there's-there's
got to be a landline around here

somewhere, that's how
we found this place.

I didn't see one.

Uh, I got a jack in here.

Guys.

What you got?

Crawl space.

Well,
I'd say we found their stash house.

Yeah, and these are some big guns.

"U.S. Government."

This is strange. Found this
in there. NSA documents.

Huh.

Well, this is all classified.

Why would gunrunners, uh,
have stolen NSA intel?

'Cause they're not just selling weapons.

They're selling secrets.

All right, what does it say?

This report details
a secret op where the U.S.

used Syrian refugees as bait

to lure an al-Qaeda leader
out of hiding.

- Is that even legal?
- Legal, yes.

- Ethical? Hmm.
- No wonder the NSA

didn't want those details
to see the light of day.

It still doesn't explain
how a bunch of, uh,

gun nuts stole the classified file.

That's a question for the NSA.

Well, we've looped them in already.

They're investigating now.

I can help you with that.

Director Vance gave me this empty desk

so I could type up my
after action report

from the explosion that...

Anyway,

I've worked with the NSA
on dozens of joint ops,

so I have a couple of contacts
over there that I could call.

And, yes, I was eavesdropping.

We appreciate the offer, Agent Knight,

but, uh, actually, Bishop
has this one covered.

She was an analyst there
when this report was written.

Uh, well,
that was over ten years ago, McGee,

and most of my contacts are gone by now.

Uh, so anything you could dig up.

On it. I could use a distraction anyway.

Jimmy's got something.
All right, well...

I guess, uh, keep digging,

so we can ID these arms dealers.

I'd love a ginger ale, please.

Hi, Kase.

I have the item.

Why are you whispering?

Why are you not?

Because there's no reason to.

Thank goodness.

I-I didn't know the protocol.

When you first asked me
for a bug detector,

my mind starting working overtime,

thinking, you know, maybe you
were in trouble or something.

Are you in trouble or something?

Uh, or something.

Ah.

Here you go.

How do you use this?

Oh, it's completely idiot-proof.

Uh, but a quick overview never hurt.

So, you just press...

this button to turn it on,

and then you just sort of
sweep it in front of you

as you walk through the room.

If it detects a listening device

or anything transmitting
an RF signal, it beeps.

The closer you get, the louder it beeps.

- There you go, hon.
- Great.

So, are you being bugged?

Not at this second.

- Enjoy your ginger ale.
- Well...

And there is the bullet hole

through your right ventricle.

You know, your pal over there

got shot through the heart, as well,

which you might find quite incredible

if you weren't, uh, you know...

Hey, Jimmy.

- What you got for me?
- I have a question.

Is it true that Bishop
was doing some crazy slide move

when she fired off both the fatal shots?

Yeah.

Wow. That is two bull's-eyes.

That is, like,
some video game-level stuff.

Is it just me, or has she, uh,

become quite the marksman lately?

No, not just you.

But, hey, right now, I would
rather you and I talk about...

Our two dead arms dealers.

Got anything that can help us ID them?

It's a long shot, but maybe.

Apples.

I found this

in the stomachs of both of our suspects,

which means they shared
a final meal together,

and that meal included...

Apples.

Maybe apples.
Like I said, I-I can't tell.

So I'm sending it up
to Kasie for analysis.

But if she can ID the fruit,

then maybe it'll help you find
the bad guy that got away.

- How, exactly?
- I-I don't know.

Th-That's your job. I'm... Y...

I do this,
and then you solve the crimes.

Thanks, Jimmy.

Told you it was a long shot!

♪ It was a beautiful day ♪

♪ The sun beat down ♪

♪ I had the radio on ♪

♪ I was drivin'... ♪

Hey. Boy, you were right. I found

somebody really interesting.

God, I love this song.

♪ Little Runaway ♪

Okay.

Brings back a lot of memories.

♪ Yeah, runnin' down a dream... ♪

Someone

- might be listening.
- What?

I've had somebody following me.

♪ Goin' wherever it leads... ♪

I found a bug in my basement.

- D-Do you think it's the killer?
- I don't know.

But if they're watching me,
Marcie, they're watching you.

♪ I felt so good... ♪

You think this office could be bugged?

I don't know. Maybe.

♪ And rubbed my eyes ♪

♪ The last three days ♪

♪ The rain was unstoppable ♪

♪ It was always cold ♪

♪ No sunshine ♪

♪ Yeah, runnin' down a dream... ♪

No.

I am not walking away.

- It's why.
- I've been working on this...

It's why you walk away.

Marcie,

don't become the story.

And that was

Tom Petty with his classic
"Runnin' Down a Dream."

It began when he was just 11 years old

when he had a chance to meet Elvis,

- who happened to be filming a movie...
- Well, hey, you are right.

- ...called Follow That Dream.
- That is a great song.

Oh, yeah. I mean, come on.

Petty?

- So, um, have you had any luck?
- Nope.

I hit a brick wall.

I'm stuck, too.

So, are you thinking
that my serial killer theory

is wrong?

I think

the murders don't connect.

So maybe we're just chasing a ghost.

No, no, not me. I'm done.

Take care, Marcie.

Okay. See ya.

Thanks, Gibbs.

_

Mark 12 Mod 1 SPR.

Mod 1 SPR, check.

It's a SEAL Team rifle.

Gas-operated,

rotating bolt, semiautomatic.

Damn.

What?

Well, I'm just thinking that maybe NCIS

needs bigger guns.

Ha. Yeah, that's just
what the world needs:

A few more guns
they can't keep track of.

And the NSA can't keep track

of their highly classified documents.

Yeah. Well,

whoever took them from the NSA's

code-level servers risked
a lot more than their career.

Yes, they did.

Director, everything okay?

I just got off the phone with NSA.

They did a forensic back trace

on those documents.

They feel pretty confident as to
who originally leaked the file.

It was you, Agent Bishop.

I understand this comes as a shock.

Well, that's putting it mildly,
Deputy Director Ellis.

NSA is accusing one of my agents
of violating the Espionage Act.

Which is why I thought

we would be speaking in private.

I think Agent Bishop
deserves to hear directly

from her accuser.

Very well.

In an effort to trace how

and when the "Syrian Refugee"
intel was leaked,

our agency has been combing
through database records.

And all of our findings
point back to a single source:

Former NSA analyst Eleanor Bishop.

Yeah, well, your findings are wrong.

Agent Bishop. Ma'am,

is there any chance that your evidence

could have been altered?

You're asking
if Agent Bishop is being framed?

Ma'am, your intel was
found in the possession

of illegal arms dealers.

It's possible that they
were planning to use it

to blackmail her in order
to get us to back off.

It doesn't explain the fact

that the data was leaked ten years ago,

long before your arms dealers
were in the picture.

And you're certain of your time frame?

I'm sorry.

But former analyst Bishop
is the only person

to access this specific data

on that specific date.

Deputy Director, with your permission,

NCIS would like to review your findings

and conduct our own internal
investigation first.

You have 24 hours.

Thank you.

We're coming for you, Agent Bishop.

Sir...

You don't have to defend yourself to me.

I believe in your innocence
wholeheartedly.

- Thank you.
- Even still,

until this is cleared up,

I'm gonna need you to go home.

What?

NCIS has had enough drama
these last couple of months.

I'm not Gibbs.

Meaning what?

Meaning I'm innocent.

And hopefully, your team will be
able to prove that.

And then everyone, including
the NSA, will know the truth.

Go home, Agent Bishop.

Kasie. How's it going with the apples?

Fruit has to wait.

What in the world
is going on with Bishop?

Ah. Um, it's-it's just a-a
misunderstanding. Hopefully.

Hopefully? Don't you mean it's
obviously a misunderstanding?

She's the last person
who'd leak classified documents.

- Kasie, I know. I know.
- She's...

We all know,
and we're gonna figure it out.

But first... But first,

is she being framed?

If so, why? Okay?

How did the arms dealer
even get the documents

- to begin with?
- Okay, these are all

great questions that we are
gonna ask the arms dealer

once we find him, but first,
we have to find him, so...

You're right.

Feast your eyes

on the crataegus pinnatifida,

better known as the Chinese hawthorn.

- So not an apple?
- Uh,

no, but similar. It's used

in a Northern Chinese delicacy

called bingtanghulu.

Very hard to find in the States.

And believe me, I've been trying.

All right. Well, let's keep trying.

Figure out where they ate the bing,

and we just might find our arms dealer.

- Great work, Kase. Thank you.
- Ah, anytime.

And Bishop didn't do it!

I know.

Rule 91?

I'm drawing a blank.

Which one is that?

Oh, it's the one that comes after 90.

Hmm.

McGee and Torres called,
told me what happened.

Mm.

You okay?

Yeah. No, I'm good.

I mean, I've been better.

You know what? I-I'm pissed.

You want to talk about it?

That's why I'm here.

Okay.

Let's talk.

Who are you pissed at?

The NSA?

Ah.

Vance.

You.

Me?

- Mm.
- What'd I do?

We're supposed to be a team, Gibbs,

and you have kept us all in the dark.

About what?

We have no clue

when or even if you're coming back.

That's a question for Vance, not me.

I'm suspended, remember?

- Okay. Big deal.
- Me, too.

Okay. Then you should know
that we don't decide

if or when we come back.

No. No, you're right. But we do decide

when we're ready to cut bait
and move on.

Whoa. Wait.

; You think I've moved on?

You know, I think
Vance made it really clear

that all you had to do to get reinstated

was just to express a little remorse.

There's not a chance in hell

I'm gonna apologize
to that dog-killing...

Not him.

Us.

Is that why you're here, Bishop?

You want me to say I'm sorry?

I want you to say something, Gibbs.

I-I want you to stop hiding.

I'm not hiding.

You-you disappeared without a word.

Sometimes there's nothing left
to be said.

What is this about really, Bishop?

Because you picked a hell of a time

in your life to come at me.

Well, there's a lot about
my life that you don't know.

Yeah, I am starting to realize that.

Huh.

You're not ever coming back, are you?

Yes, it's real.

It's spelled B-I-N-G... tanghulu.

Thanks.

No luck?

Stores don't have it,
farmers markets don't have it.

Nobody even knows what the hell
that the thing is.

Oh, Chinese restaurants do.

I found three
that have it on their menu.

They're sending over security footage

of their dining rooms now.

Tim, why are you calling restaurants?

I told you I would handle it.

You only have 24 hours

to do your computer magic

and find out how Bishop is being framed.

I'm trying, okay? It's just...

- What?
- I've run a forensic

back trace, okay,
I've checked swap files,

I've pored over every inch

of slack space on those drives, and

I've come to the same conclusion
the NSA has.

So you're both wrong.

I hope so.

I mean, yeah, we... we have to be.

I just can't figure out how.

Because you're too worried
with this bingtang-whatevers

to be focused, man. Just...

give me the restaurant's
footage, I'll watch it.

Nick, it's hours,
and hours of work, okay?

With-with Gibbs gone
and-and Bishop at home...

Put me in, Coach.

Sound really travels in here.

Okay, again, Agent Knight,
we appreciate the offer, but...

But we accept.

Okay, but you're gonna need
a photo of the suspects

- for reference.
- I can download them.

And then I can give Jimmy a call

and ask him when,
based on digestion time,

he thinks they ate their last meal.

And now you can focus on proving
why and how Bishop was framed.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

And speaking of the devil...

Bishop?

Bishop?

What the hell was that?

Agent Bishop.

Director.

I thought we agreed

you'd remain at home for a few days.

We did.

Then why are you here?

Agent Bishop,
let me put your mind at ease.

This agency will defend you

- vigorously no matter...
- Don't.

Don't what?

Don't... defend me.

Why?

NSA's intel was correct.

I did it.

I leaked that file.

Bishop actually confessed?

That's what Vance said.

There's no way

that she leaked that intel.

She told Vance she did.
Said that she wishes

she would have come clean
about it years ago.

- Where is she now?
- Going home.

Vance fired her?

No. She quit.

What is going on?

She doesn't want NCIS getting caught up

in what's bound to happen next.

A criminal investigation?

She admitted
to committing espionage, Nick.

She could lose a lot more
than her badge.

But she didn't do it, and
she's not answering her phone.

How am I supposed to talk to her, Tim?

Obviously, she's not ready
to talk to us yet.

What happened is awful, okay?

And we're gonna be there for her

when she's ready.

But right now,
you and I need to be here.

We need to focus

on finding this arms dealer, okay?

- Agent Knight?
- Yeah?

Actually, hold that thought.

Sorry. I can't keep doing
this over-the-hedge thing.

I'm starting to feel
like Tim Allen's neighbor

in Home Improvement.

First of all, let me say,

I am so sorry to hear about Bishop.

Is there anything I can do?

Well, we're just

kind of digesting everything right now.

Listen, you've been looking at, uh, all

the security footage
from the restaurants.

Any sign of Mr. Flori or his guys?

Nothing. Sorry.

But I do have another idea.

Maybe the reason why we're not
seeing Mr. Flori and his boys

is because the food was delivered.

That's good. We should call,

- uh, food delivery apps.
- Already have, and so far,

I found four bingtanghulus

that were delivered that day.

I've sent Kasie the names
of the customers,

and she's backgrounding them now.

But I do have two more apps that
I need to make my way through.

Okay. Nice.

Great. Thank you.

Why don't you give her a hand?

Where are you going, Tim?

Hey!

You didn't even let me
get out of the parking lot.

Well, you didn't seem
to be in much of a rush.

I got nowhere to be.

Bishop, what were you thinking?

It doesn't matter. It's done.

Well, it matters to me.

I get that, but I don't want
to talk about it.

No, Bishop. No, no, no.
That's not good enough, okay?

You and I have been
through too much together

for you to box me out like this.

Okay, look,

the NSA program was wrong.

- Capturing al-Qaeda leaders is wrong?
- No.

But the way
they went about it was wrong.

Using innocent people as pawns...
That's wrong.

Okay,
they may not have been so innocent.

I dug deeper into that program. NSA had

intel that a lot of those refugees

were actually foreign fighters
using civilians as cover.

Yes, that intel was from one
source, an unreliable source

that we should not have trusted.

Please tell me that you regret
leaking those documents.

I regret not leaking them sooner.

I-I maybe could have saved
a bunch of lives.

Did it ever occur to you

to maybe just file
a whistleblower report?

Oh, come on, McGee. We all know
what happens to whistleblowers.

The-the reports get buried,
and-and they get fired.

The system is broken.

Bishop, if you keep talking like this,

we are not gonna be able to protect you.

I don't want protection!

If you're asking

if I feel guilty about betraying
my co-workers, yes, I do.

It kills me that-that I lied
to the people I was closest to.

But that was years ago,
and I have put that behind me.

It wasn't years ago for us.

Bishop, the fact that you
could do something like that,

just bury it for all these years,

like it never even happened...

What else don't we know?

What are you doing here?

Clearly, the same thing you are.

I asked you to stay away
from this investigation.

You did.

Somebody knows that we're
digging into these murders.

They're not happy.

Well, you know the old adage...

Every news story pisses someone off.

This is a serial killer.

So, the press should give
serial killers a free pass?

I'm saying it's dangerous.

I'm aware.

And quite frankly, I'm nervous.

But I've grown a pretty
thick skin over the years.

Look,

I appreciate your concern.
I-I do. It's endearing.

But there's a story to be written here,

and I'm writing it. Capisce?

So, would you like to compare notes

on our potential fourth victim...
Camila Salas?

I mean...

We're both out here to look at her boat,

so we're obviously on the same track.

So, according to police reports,

the cops speculated that this boat

was used to dump her body.

But they searched this lake,
and they didn't find anything.

Think they were looking
in the wrong place.

Hmm.

Pine cones?

Found 'em in the boat.

- Well, there you go.
- No.

Those are eastern whites.

These are sugar pines.

- They're not from around here?
- No.

Only the north shore.

Ah.

Where the cops never searched. Wow.

Good work.

But the north shore is
inaccessible by land. I mean,

how are we gonna get
up there to search...?

No, not "we."

Oh, no. No.

Oh, no, no, no. Oh, I knew
you were gonna pull this.

No. I'll get back to you, Marcie.

- Gibbs, you're gonna...
- Capisce?

Damn it.

And for your loyalty, you'll be entered

into our free dinner giveaway.

Thank you for calling HomeStretchEatz.

HomeStretchEatz?

Oh, uh, one of the
home-delivery apps that picked up

from the three Chinese restaurants.

I'm calling all

the customers who ordered
to make sure they are

who they claimed to be.

- What's with all the food?
- Oh, well.

I had to download the app for research,

and I saw the menus, and
I sort of got a hankering, so...

Totally get it. Ma-po tofu?

Hmm. Sweet and sour pork.

- Nice.
- Kase, did you find

something or not?

Clock is ticking on Bishop.

Uh, you're right. How is she?

I wouldn't know.

You haven't spoken to her?

Customers, Kase.

Right. I, um, found

12 customers who ordered the bing.

They all checked out except for one.

Randall Pink.

Randall Pink doesn't exist.

Either Randall really didn't want anyone

to know what food he ordered, or...

Or he is our arms dealer...

Mr. Flori.

You have your vest handy?

Always.

Boss?

Hey.

Hey.

I'm sorry to barge in here.
You have a second?

Yeah.

- Always.
- Good,

'cause I don't know who else to talk to.

What is... what is all this, boss?

Um...

spring cleaning.

Spring cleaning, uh, involve
taking your tools upstairs?

Well...

just reorganizing a little bit
downstairs in the basement.

Um...

listen, I don't know
if you heard, but Bishop...

Confessed?

I heard.

- She called you?
- Uh, no.

- Vance did.
- So you haven't talked to her

since she came clean about all this?

No.

Have you?

Tried.

Chased her down in the parking lot.

But...

to be honest with you, I
don't know who I was talking to.

What do you know?

Know?

Nothing more than you.

Okay, what do you think?

I think she's at a crossroads.

What crossroads, though?

I mean, she's looking
at 20 years in prison.

There's no other direction
for her to go in.

Boss...

...please tell me, how do I help her?

You can't.

Can you?

No, Tim.

No, not this time.

HomeStretchEatz.
I have your online food order.

Wrong address.

This glitchy-ass app
has sent me to the wrong place

three times today.

You know what? I'm just
gonna leave the food here,

'cause they're gonna take it out
of my paycheck anyway,

and I am not drunk enough to try...

"bingtanghulu."

Hands up.

NCIS.

I guess it was the right address.

We found your vacation home, Mr. Murati.

Or should I call you "Mr. Flori"?

I do not take vacations.

Is that right?

I am just a guy that enjoys the...

bingtanghulu.

I suppose you don't know
anything about these guns, either?

You have somewhere else to be,
Agent Torres?

- I'm going in there.
- I don't think so.

Director, you know
what this son of a bitch did?

- Yes, I've been fully briefed.
- He grabbed that file

to try to bribe Bishop,
and because of him,

she's about to get arrested.

I'd argue that she has a part
to play in that, Agent Torres.

Hello again, Mr. Murati.

Seriously?

Wait, whoa. Let's see what she's got.

Hope you don't mind...

I like to have a clear view
of the door, just in case.

In case of what?

Oh, good, you showed him
a picture of the house.

I said I've never been there.

Here's the thing about that...
We just had

a couple of our agents come back
from that house,

and they are insanely thorough,
these guys.

They found a couple of hairs.

Yeah.

They did?

- It was four hairs, actually.
- No.

Tim, how many hairs do you think
a person loses in a day?

50 to a hundred.

No. It can't be that many.

Yeah, look it up.

Well, Mr. Murati,

I don't think it's that many,
but let's just say 30.

Mm, I'm telling you,
it's 50 to a hundred.

Okay. Let's say 20.

And let's say

you hypothetically walk
into to a low-traffic house,

mm, maybe ten times in the last month.

What are the odds
that one of those four hairs

that they found is gonna be yours?

Uh... impossible.

Because I was never there.

Well, forensics is processing right now,

and I am feeling pretty good about this.

If you want to help
yourself out with sentencing,

it's-it's now or never.

Because you're looking
at ten years for the gun charge,

and you're looking at another 20

for possession of a classified file.

What file?

The NSA documents we found at the house.

They're not mine.

You're right, they're not,
but you got your hands on them,

and you were gonna use it

to bribe Agent Bishop,
get us to walk away.

No, no, no, no. This is...

You're trying to pin something on me!

- You seeing this?
- Okay, listen...

No, you listen.

The house is mine. The guns are mine.

But I have never seen
that folder in my life.

I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

He's being straight, isn't he?

I don't know.

But until we know what's going on,

I'm gonna need you
to stand down, you hear me?

Agent Torres, I said stand down.

Hey.

I just got a call from Torres.

He's looking for you.

McGee's pretty worried about you, too.

Yeah, I know. Tell them I'm okay.

Well, you know,
you could tell them yourself.

No.

No, I can't.

You can do anything.

I'm really proud of you, Bishop.

For what?

Following your gut.

Well, you taught me how.

You taught me a few things, too.

Take care of yourself, Eleanor.

You, too, Leroy.

Hey, Gibbs.

What's Rule 91?

Well, you're living it.

Remind me.

"When you decide to walk away...

don't look back."

Odette, why involve me

in these covert ops at all?

We see a certain...

promise in you, Agent Bishop.

I'd like to offer you some...

specialized training,

if you'd be interested.

Eleanor.

It's done.

Not quite.

What are you talking about?
I did everything that you asked.

There's still one loose end.

I'll be in the car.

What the hell, Ellie?

That's still your name, right?

Nick...

And don't say you're sorry.

I wasn't going to.

I have nothing to be sorry about.

That feeling will wear off.

You learn that the hard way?

A few times, yeah.

How'd you find me?

I followed your bread crumbs of lies,

stories and half-ass excuses.

Disappearing after work.

Acing your firearms eval.

Mixed martial arts classes.

And the other day with the, uh,
classified NSA documents.

Who planted those?

Did you?

Or did Odette?

She did.

Who were you training for?

CIA? Homeland?

Because that's why you threw
your reputation in the toilet.

'Cause where you're going,

you need to be a disgraced NCIS agent.

I know the drill.

Why now?

Now... wasn't my choice.

So it is a choice.

That means you can say no.

- I could. I didn't want to.
- Why you?

'Cause I'm ready.

How long?

Too long.

So that's why you blew me off before.

Nick...

I mean, if we worked,
like, regular nine-to-five jobs,

things could be different.

I get that.

What I don't get is why would
you leave without saying a word?

Sometimes there's nothing to be said.

This is not one of those times.

You say something.

Anything.

I didn't mean for us to happen.

Something else.

Goodbye, Nick.