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(FIRE ALARM RINGING)

Damn it.
Now I know they're doing it on purpose.

Who?

The guys installing
the new fire alarm system.

That's the third time this week

the damn thing's gone off
an hour after they quit work.

GEORGE: Aren't you going
to call the fire department?

It's a false alarm.

It's payback
for them having to sign in and out.

You're not supposed
to use the elevator in a fire.

There's no fire, George.

And I'm not walking up five floors
for a false alarm.

-Can't you shut it off here?
-Don't you think I would if I could?

They haven't connected that circuit yet.
On purpose.

(CHUCKLING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Special Agent Todd's desk.

-I'm sorry, she stepped away.
-DiNozzo.

May I ask who's calling?
One moment, Dwayne.

I do have voice mail.

-What fun is that?
-Hi.

Yeah, me, too.

Yeah. I know where that is.
Okay, great. I'm leaving now. Bye.

His name is Dwayne?

(SIGHS)

You really need
to get a social life of your own.

-(CHUCKLING) I have a social life.
-What's tonight, Celebrity Mole?

TONY: No, Best of Jackass.
GIBBS: Hold on!

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

What is it, boss?

Chris Pacci was murdered.

The agent that sits behind me?

-Hey, Pacci.
-Tony.

-How's the shoulder?
-It's getting there.

-You got a minute, Gibbs?
-No, not really.

Pacci, what do you need?

You're busy. It's a cold case.
What's one more day?

GIBBS: Detective Hanley.
HANLEY: Special Agent Gibbs.

Thanks for the call.

When we ID'd him as NCIS,
I assumed you'd want to take the lead.

-Appreciate that. Who found the body?
-The janitor and the security guard.

They were alerted
when a fire alarm went off

on the fifth floor.

-On our way up.
-We held off on taking their statements.

-Thought you'd want to do that.
-Oh, Christopher, who did this to you?

It's easier to overcome
the gore and inhumanity

when you don't know the victim.

But it's so hard

to be detached
when it's one of your own.

Should I start taking photos,
Dr Mallard?

Yeah. Work goes on.

I called 911
and someone left the building

through the rear emergency exit
setting off the door alarm.

-Did the security cameras catch him?
-They're not installed yet.

I mean, the building's being retrofitted
with new systems and nothing's on line.

What time did Chr...

(GIBBS SIGHING)

What time did the victim
enter the building?

I don't remember seeing him come in.

-Is there another entrance?
-No.

-He would've had to come through here.
-How could you not see him?

-Does this lobby get that busy?
-He could've come in

while I was
signing construction workers out.

I want a copy of their names
and a list of the floors they work on.

Yes, sir.

Bastard disembowelled him.

Yes, but I don't think
that was the cause of death.

-Is that a bullet wound?
-Yes, in the neck.

Most likely pierced the carotid artery.

It was a quick death.

He would've bled out
in less than a minute.

Shouldn't there be a lot more blood?

If he was shot in the elevator.

You think it happened topside?

That would be my guess.
But this, this slashing,

was done here in the elevator.

A rage or ritual, Duck?

I don't know, Jethro.
Maybe after I've autopsied him.

Chris asked me for help on a cold case.

I was chasing Curtin
and didn't have time.

-Jethro.
-He said it could wait.

What difference did another day make?

-Jethro, this is not your fault.
-It feels like it is, Ducky.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

You found a lot of blood.

-Yeah.
-We're looking for a bullet.

We're on it.

Whatever happened
started on the sixth floor.

We followed the trail backwards.

(GUN FIRING)

(GROANS)

Pacci made it to the stairwell.

He exited at the fifth floor

where he pulled the fire alarm

(FIRE ALARM RINGING)

before making it to the elevator.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

TONY: God, Chris was so anal.

I borrowed his stapler once,
put it back in the wrong place,

heard about it for days.

GIBBS: Give me his keys.

Regs are to carry your weapon
from portal to portal.

Why'd he leave his here?

He was tailing somebody

going from place to place.

Didn't want to stop to identify himself
or risk setting off an alarm.

We've all done it

especially with
the heavy security these days.

I'll go over his case files.
You two check out his house.

-Tonight?
-Yes, tonight.

I just got to make a call.

Is there anyone
you need to call, DiNozzo?

No, boss.

No calls.

(SIGHING)

You know Pacci well?

Softball, beers after work.
That kind of knowing.

When he left this morning
he had no idea

we'd be going through
his personal effects.

Part of the job.

Yeah, but you knew him.
Don't you feel like you're...

What?

I don't know,
like you're invading his privacy?

Well, he's dead, Kate,
with his guts slashed open.

I'd say Chris' privacy
is about as invaded as it's gonna get.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

TONY: Hello?
MAN: Is this the Pacci residence?

-Yeah. Who's this?
-NCIS Special Agent McGee.

(SIGHS)

McGee, it's DiNozzo. What are
you doing calling this number?

Special Agent Pacci
wanted me to do something for him.

-Is he there? Can I speak to him?
-No.

Look, DiNozzo,
this isn't a good time, okay?

-This is...
-He's been murdered, McGee.

What did he ask you to do for him?

He wanted civilian files
from a three-year-old cold case.

I spent all day in the basement

of the Buford County courthouse
searching for it.

-Did you get it?
-Yeah.

-What's in it?
-The car accident report.

I didn't think I should read it.

You and the report,
NCIS headquarters, 07:00.

Okay.

-Tony.
-What?

I'm sorry.

Yeah, kid. Aren't we all.

-Get the bullet we found last night?
-I already ran it.

-What time did you get in?
-4:00 a.m.

-Thanks, Abs.
-Well, Pacci was family.

Slug looks pretty clean from a .357.

Based on rifling, it came
from a Smith & Wesson Model 66.

Very small, easy to conceal.

Yeah. I ran a comparison
through NIBIN.

I got nada.

Looks like the gun's a virgin,
but I'll keep searching.

Yeah.

Abs, Pacci ask you
to do anything for him recently?

Not in a while.

He was working a cold case.

-Search the hard drive on his computer.
-You got it.

Put this back with the others.

What have you found?

Well, as I thought,
the bullet tore through the carotid artery.

The massive loss of blood
while fleeing his attacker

was almost instantaneously fatal.

Was the slashing done postmortem?

I believe so. It's hard to tell for certain.

I mean, a three-four inch blade
was thrust in here below the sternum

and sliced down to here.

These two more indiscriminate
incisions were done next.

-Same question, rage or ritual?
-Neither.

I think the killer was looking
for something. Here,

there's a small foreign object

lodged here
in the upper alimentary canal.

What is that?

I was about to find out
when you came in.

-Did Chris swallow this?
-That would be my guess, Jethro.

Ducky, would this be hard to find
without an x-ray?

Extremely.

Especially if an alarm was blaring

and the attacker knew
that security had been alerted.

Here we are.

What is that?

It's a memory card, sir.
From a digital camera.

Why on earth would
Christopher swallow a memory card?

He knew he was dying.

And he knew
you'd be doing the autopsy.

Chris wanted you to find that.

Dead man talking, Duck.

ABBY: Obviously,
they're surveillance photos.

Hottie.

Don't you think
she's a little bit too old for you, Tony?

No. She's about my age.

That's exactly my point.

There's nothing on the card
but candids.

Based on the date-time stamp,
they were all taken in the past two days.

I interviewed all the workers.

Nobody remembers seeing Pacci
or anything unusual,

but one of them did find this.

He found it at the bottom
of the stairwell this morning.

-Chris' camera?
-NCIS issued. It's got to be his.

-No memory card?
-Nope.

Sorry, sorry. I'm five minutes late.

I had to park in the visitor's lot
and the guard...

Where is it, McGee?

Special Agent Pacci wanted that ASAP.

What is it?

It's a civil investigation
of an automobile accident

in Buford County three years ago.

Naval officer was Killed.
Read it last night.

I didn't have breakfast this morning.
You don't mind, do you?

-No.
-Yes. Tony.

-Hi, McGee.
-Hey.

GIBBS: I remember this case.

Lieutenant Commander Voss was under
investigation for credit card fraud.

He stole over $10 million
from the Navy.

He the guy that died
before they could file charges?

Yep.

The money was never found.
Case went cold.

-Why was Pacci working it?
-Must have found a lead on the money.

Maybe her.

-McGee.
-Yes, boss.

I want you on this.
I'm gonna get you TAD'd here.

DiNozzo, you take McGee with you.

You find out who she is
and where she is.

Let's go, hotshot.

Need a place to stay?

-McGee!
-Coming.

-How'd he die?
-What?

Lieutenant Commander Voss,
how'd he die?

He was burned to death?

DUCKY: Why am I looking
at a three-year-old autopsy report?

Kate's idea.

Chris had this autopsy pulled, Duck.

He must have suspected
something was wrong in it.

I'd be very surprised
if there were, Jethro.

This was done by Hugh Putnam.

He's a very competent
and thorough ME.

-I've worked with him before.
-Check it out anyway.

Please. He's got to learn to say please.

Christopher.

You've left us a bit of a mystery.

Give me some direction.

What should I be looking for
in this autopsy report?

(GULLS CAWING)

You know, I already told
Special Agent Pacci everything

I could remember
about Commander Voss.

-When was that?
-That would've been Tuesday morning.

You know,
we get under way in two days.

Can't you get whatever info you need
off of Agent Pacci?

I mean, I can't tell you any more
than I already told him.

He was murdered last night, Captain.

I'm sorry.

You were
Lieutenant Commander Voss' CO

at Norfolk when he was
under investigation?

Yeah, he was
my command supply officer.

And I got to tell you I was shocked

when the credit card fraud
was uncovered and he was suspected.

Nobody else had access to the cards?

Now there's thousands of military
and civilian employees

who had access to those cards.

-That's why he was able to pull it off.
-I don't understand.

In order to cut down
on the cash disbursed,

the DOD issues credit cards.

A phoney company was set up

making small charges against
a vast number of these accounts.

Accounts that Commander Voss
had approved.

-How'd he get caught?
-Well, he didn't for almost four years.

Then he decided to expand his scam to
bilk the entire Atlantic fleet command.

He got over $12 million before
finally somebody noticed anything.

-What happened to the money?
-Nobody knows.

When Commander Voss died all he had
was savings that were reasonable

for a lieutenant commander in the Navy
which is why I'm not certain he did it.

What did Special Agent Pacci ask you?

He didn't ask me anything
about the scam.

All he wanted to know
was who Voss had dated.

And I didn't know.

(SIGHS)

McGee, it's not like you.
What's taking so long?

I've almost got it.

You know, the quicker you get this done
the more quality time

you'll have to spend with
a certain tattooed forensic technician

of the goth persuasion.

-What do you mean by that?
-(CHUCKLING) Oh, come on.

Abby told me you closed the deal

under some pretty hinky circumstances.

She told you that?

Well, the hinky thing, did she tell you
that that was her idea? Cause...

Abby didn't tell you anything, did she?

A well-trained NCIS special agent
is good at extracting information.

You'll learn. Focus.

-l have her address.
-You do?

-How?
-Look.

Since evidently this is her residence,
I used the process of elimination.

-Quercus Virginiana.
-Excuse me?

It's a variety of oak tree.

Now how can you tell?
It doesn't have any leaves on it.

-Why, I identified the bark.
-Of course, you did.

A search of the registry
from the Arboretum Society

shows that 28 streets were planted
with that genus of tree.

So I narrowed it down even further.

The Department of Public Works says
that that Victorian light, circa 1905,

was installed
on only seven of those streets.

If we'd look even closer...

(EXCLAIMING)

She's got great legs.

-Yes, she does.
-You narrowed it down to seven streets.

Four of those are eliminated because
they don't have three-digit addresses.

Of the remaining,

only one, according to
the US Postal Service, 40th Street,

has a mailbox in the middle of the block.

Okay. I'll take it from here, McGee.

You look like
you could use some coffee.

Not really.

I take mine with three sugars
and a hazelnut.

-How'd it go?
-Tell me you have her name, DiNozzo.

Any second, boss. I got an address.

I'm running it
through the search engines.

-How'd you find it?
-The process of elimination, actually.

-Here it is. Amanda Reed.
-Background her, Kate.

Deep as you can go. Come on, Tony.

-McGee, good work on the address.
-Oh, thank you, boss.

(LAUGHING)

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, okay. Thanks for that.

Well, Kate can't find
any criminal record.

In fact, Amanda Reed
sounds like a upstanding citizen.

Single, real clean TRW,
she just bought this townhouse,

paid cash, no mortgage.

She recently was accepted

to the Potomac Country Club
as a member.

I'm impressed.

-You want me to do the interview?
-No.

I can work her, boss.

Chris was keeping his distance
for a reason.

-Until we find out why, we do the same.
-Why?

This photograph was taken
from up there.

Excuse me. You the building manager?

No. I got a thing
for sweeping sidewalks.

Is your apartment still up for rent?

You guys together?

No, it's not what you're thinking.

NCIS.

Oh, guy the other day
showed me a badge just like that.

Did he rent it?

Nah, he just took some pictures inside

and said he'd get back to me.

We'd like to see the apartment.

-To take pictures or to rent it?
-To rent it.

Oh. All right.

We're gonna pick up
where Chris left off.

-Stakeout time.
-Yeah!

Haven't been on a stakeout
for a long time.

-I'm looking forward to this.
-Figures. You're a voyeur.

-You like spying on people.
-And this is legal.

Would you be as excited
if the mark was a 300-pound bald guy?

TONY: Nope.
GIBBS: What'd you find out?

No vehicle registered
in Amanda Reed's name.

She doesn't even have
a driver's licence.

But a lot of people
don't have cars in the city.

DiNozzo?

A connect between the dead
Commander Voss and Amanda Reed.

I ran a title search
on the townhouse she just bought.

It's too much to be a coincidence.

Are you gonna spit it out

or I have to waste my coffee
on your head?

The house was in the Voss family
for three generations.

Commander's father lost it
in a bankruptcy in "79.

Got a call into the real estate agent
who sold it to Amanda Reed.

-Waiting to hear back from her.
-Kate and I'll take the first shift.

-You and McGee relieve us at 19:00.
-Yeah.

Problemo?

Well, you really want to
do that to McGee?

Special Agent Bligh here
is gonna eat him alive.

McGee looks up to me as a mentor.

You want to be stuck
in a cramped apartment with DiNozzo?

Be my guest.

On the other hand,
it'll help McGee build character.

All set, boss.
The secured phone line is installed

and the surveillance equipment
is loaded in the van.

Good.

Special Agent Pacci
filled out a requisition

for a lot of the same equipment,
but never picked it up.

Yeah. Yeah, I know. Let's go, Kate.

You ever been on
a stakeout before, McGee?

No. But I'm looking forward
to the experience.

Behave yourself.

(CHUCKLING)

Hey, Abs. You there?

Yeah, Gibbs.
I finally got the link working.

-Our lady's back.
-Yeah, I saw her.

I finished pulling
the last two weeks off Pacci's computer.

There wasn't a lot there.
Like a lot of older agents.

He wasn't very computer savvy.

GIBBS: Send me the files.

Well, you know how to download them?

-Don't go there, Abs.
-Touchy.

Can we do a sound check
on the laser mike?

Sure.

(MICROPHONE FEEDBACK)

-Where'd she go?
-Starbucks. Seems to be a regular.

Non-fat grande foamy latte.

Then to a pharmacy
to pick up a prescription.

I think she's running water.

Oh, yeah. Hear it loud and clear.

Oh, the lady's got expensive taste.

Purse is Prada.
It'd cost me a month's pay.

I've had quick sales before,
but nothing like this.

She wrote a cheque for the full
asking price. No contingencies.

And we closed in 15 days.

And you told all that
to Special Agent Pacci.

Yeah. He first came in
two or three years ago.

Wanted to be notified
if the townhouse was ever listed.

I thought he wanted to buy.

Couldn't afford it,

so you called him when it
went back on the market?

Oh, well, truth is I forgot.
After it sold, I remembered.

I called.
I thought he was gonna be upset,

but when I told him
how Miss Reed had made the buy,

he sounded a little excited.

-And did you get to know her very well?
-No, not really.

I usually get to look
at the client's loan aps

and, you know, tax returns.

But this was such a clean deal
I didn't have to bother with any of that.

-Well, thanks. You've been a big help.
-Sure.

Say, why isn't
Special Agent Pacci here?

I'm filling in for him on the case.

-Thanks, again.
-You want to buy a house?

-Anything?
-No. Abby was right.

Chris didn't leave
much of a computer trail.

He was surfing the website
of the Bangkok Visitor's Bureau,

but I cannot figure out why.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I'll get it.

Miss me?

-What's that?
-Dinner.

Trying to broaden
Special Agent McGee's palette.

-It stinks.
-What'd you two find out?

Well, apparently,
Chris knew that Amanda had a thing

for the Voss family home.

-Been keeping an eye on it.
-What's Amanda Reed's link to Voss?

I researched Amanda Reed's
prior residences.

Her last known address
was Virginia Beach.

Which is eight miles from Norfolk

where Lieutenant Commander Voss
was stationed.

Before that she lived
in Jacksonville, Florida.

While he was at
Mayport Naval Station. 10 miles away.

Prior to that Amanda Reed lived
in La Mesa, California.

Just outside of San Diego
while he pulled duty at Coronado.

KATE: Well, they knew each other.

Sounds like more than "knew" to me.

Good work, huh, boss?

Tomorrow's garbage day.

I'm sure she'll take her trash out tonight.
Go through it.

Right.

And by the way, Tony, there's only
one bathroom. It's clean now.

I want to find it that way
when I get back.

-What do you think I'm going to do?
-I've seen you fire your weapon.

I don't trust your aim.

I love this.
It's just like the movie Stakeout.

There was a movie, Stakeout?

How old are you? It's a classic.

Richard Dreyfuss
and one of Martin Sheen's kids.

-Emilio Estevez.
-Well, how can Estevez be a Sheen?

Martin Sheen's not a Sheen.

It was cool.
There were two teams, just like us.

Trading shifts,
pulling practical jokes on each other.

I'm warning you, DiNozzo.
Don't even go there.

-We got to go there. Any ideas, McGee?
-No.

Well, don't worry, I got plenty.

You realise that any prank
we pull on Kate,

we'll also be pulling on Gibbs.

-That's a problem.
-Unless...

-Nah.
-What?

Well, I was thinking.

Since she is expecting something,
maybe we should do nothing.

That's brilliant.

It'll drive her nuts
trying to figure out what we did

that we didn't do.

You're all right, McGee.
Have a pastrami.

Jethro, I didn't expect you back this late.
I was just about to call you.

Find something off
in that autopsy report?

No, I didn't.
It was detailed and complete.

As I expected, the ME's transcript
was impeccable.

There was a full complement of photos

and the lab work-ups were everything
that I would have asked for.

-Who identified Voss' body?
-Nobody.

They used a DNA match

as the body was badly burned
in the automobile crash.

Ducky, would Buford County still have
the tissue samples from the case

-in their evidence locker?
-I would assume so.

I'll check. Why?

-Have Abby re-run the DNA.
-Right.

I heard the director

asked you to speak
at Pacci's memorial service.

Yeah. I declined.

-Oh, Gibbs.
-Can't doit, Duck.

Wouldn't feel right. I'll see you there.

(SIGHING)

AMANDA: Yeah, but I don't understand

why I need approval
from the historical committee.

I just want to paint my front door
and my window trim.

No, no, no. Where'd you go?

-Where'd you go?
-Yeah, all right.

-You know what? I think...
-Don't put on a shirt. It's hot out.

I'm tired of fighting with you guys.

Where do you want me
to send the colour samples?

I think I'm falling in love.

Okay, putting them in the mail today.

Are you finished yet?

Yeah. And all I've learned is
she loves bananas and mangos.

Also uses every beauty product
sold on cable TV.

Maybe she's older than she looks.

-How old do you think she is?
-I don't know. 30s.

Yeah.

I need some fresh air.

Abigail.

Donald. You look very snappy today.

I'm going to Christopher Pacci's
memorial service.

Oh.

I wanted to drop off
these blood and tissue samples first.

-Who's the unlucky donor?
-Victim of a car crash three years ago.

-Lieutenant Commander Voss?
-Gibbs wants you to test the DNA.

Were the original results questionable?

No. They were as positive as it gets
and certified by a reputable lab.

-So Gibbs wants me to retest them.
-He does.

-DNA does not lie, Duckman.
-Yeah, tell that to Gibbs.

That's an unusual
surveillance technique.

Well, DiNozzo is an unusual agent.

McGee, are you watching this?

-Watching what?
-What the hell is DiNozzo up to?

TIM: Well, he's not here.

No. He's across the street
talking to the lady.

‘Cause I live down on Canal and I just...

I've been trying to paint my door

and the historical society
is giving me nothing but grief.

AMANDA: I know.
I just got off the phone with them.

I just want to paint my door

and my trim and they're making it
virtually impossible on me.

It's total nonsense.

You know, those are my exact words.

-Hi. I'm Amanda.
-Hi. Stringfellow.

You're kidding, right?

Well, five generations
of Stringfellows, you know...

-Stringfellow?
-It's so he won't forget it.

You should.

Look, DiNozzo is your partner.

In the world according to Gibbs,

you share the blame
if anything goes hinky.

Oh, geez.

Okay, what do I do here, Abs?

Don't volunteer anything.
Only answer questions asked.

And whatever you do, do not lie.
Because Gibbs is like Santa Claus.

He knows if you've been naughty.

(DOOR OPENING)

How was the memorial service?

The director gave a nice eulogy.

-Anything happen?
-Nope. Not a thing, boss.

-Very quiet.
-Very.

Is that why you seem so anxious,
Special Agent McGee?

Me?

-What did you do to him?
-Nothing.

This place looks too clean.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

-Excuse me. Hi.
-Where is she now?

In the back of the house. In the kitchen.

-Check her trash?
-Yes, boss. And nothing unusual.

Have it sent to Abby for prints.

I had a great time, too. Oh, I can't.

I can't tonight, Dwayne, but I promise
I'll make it up to you this weekend.

I'll call you back.

-DiNozzo!
-Sounds like Dwayne's in love.

Permission to shoot him?

ABBY: Hey, Gibbs. You there?
GIBBS: Yeah, Abs. What's up?

-You rule.
-I know, but remind me why.

For wanting the DNA retested.

You can't have the results yet.

Oh, no. I didn't run it.

Abby, damn it. I'm not in the mood.

Chill, Gibbs. I didn't have to.

The crispy critter from the crash
is type O-positive.

Lieutenant Commander Voss,
AB-negative.

Voss is alive?

Unless he's an alien
with shifting blood types.

He's alive with all those millions.

Living la dolce vita. Lucky bastard.

Not for long.

Geo-tech Lab is your next right.

I just thought you might, I don't know...

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Miss it.

What I'm missing is talking to that tech
who DNA-certified that body

was Lieutenant Commander Voss.

Well, he's not listed.

So maybe he no longer works
at Geo-tech.

Call them and ask.

Joshua Lurie please.

-Think they made a clerical error?
-Nope.

-People make mistakes, Gibbs.
-Like back-seat driving?

I'm in the front seat. Yes. Joshua Lurie.

When?

He's dead.

Two years ago in a car crash.

TIM: Where'd you come up
with a name like Stringfellow?

-Airwolf.
-Never heard of it.

You never watched Stakeout,
never heard of Airwolf?

What do you do on the weekends?
And don't say party.

Why, I write.

-Write?
-Yeah, try to write, mysteries.

-That's funny.
-I never should have told you.

No. No, no. It's good.
That's good stuff. We're bonding.

Hey, where do you get your ideas?

Well, cases like this one.

Guy steals millions of dollars,
makes it look like he's dead,

has his girlfriend
buy the old family home.

Isn't that plagiarism?

I don't think so.

TONY: I'd love to see the return address.

I'm gonna get a look at that package.

No, no, Tony.
I don't think that's a good idea. Tony!

Anti-ageing cream.

Tony, get out of there. Get out of there.

Hey.

Stringfellow.

(CHUCKLES)

You remember my name.

How could I forget it?

What are you doing here?

Well, I could say
that I'm your new mailman.

Which I wouldn't believe.

All right. Then, how about,
I just wanted to see you again?

You like espresso?

Yeah. I love espresso.

Come onin.

(LAUGHING)

Tony, don't do it. Come on.

Oh, my God, I can't believe it.
Hamilton Voss and Josh Lurie

graduated from the same high school
in the same year.

That clinches it. Voss is alive.
He faked his own death

in an accident where his old schoolmate
could make the DNA ID.

-For which Voss killed him?
-Yeah. Why not?

Voss killed whoever really burned
in that car crash,

murdered Chris when he found out
he was tailing him in his...

He caught Chris tailing him.
Maybe he's on to us.

TONY: Anyway, we made it
into the Final Four.

I was playing for Ohio State.
We got beat by UCLA.

(PHONE RINGING)

-Special Agent McGee.
-Put DiNozzo on.

He can't come to the phone
right now, boss.

Where is he, in the head?

He's across the street
in the townhouse with her.

Well, what the hell
is he doing there, McGee?

I really couldn't explain.

Have Abby patch the video feed
from the stakeout up here.

McGee, you listen to me.

Voss is out there somewhere
watching us watch Amanda.

AMANDA: You like Paddy's?

TONY: Hamburger or turkey?

(LAUGHING) No. Paddy's Pub
around the corner.

-Oh.
-Yeah.

I thought you were offering me
something to eat.

I am offering you something to eat.

Corned beef and beer, huh?

I'd love corned beef and beer.

Great. Let me go change
into something else, Stringfellow.

Okay.

Stringfellow?

I'm gonna wait outside.

(CAR HORN BLARING)

Did you get that? Paddy's Pub?

(WHISPERING) Gibbs?

-He's been watching me?
-Yeah.

-Hey, boss.
-DiNozzo,

what the hell are you doing?

I had an opening.
It was a clear field. I had to go for it.

-Good.
-Good?

Yeah. Good, Tony. You're the bait.

Okay, Voss is out there somewhere
watching you like he watched Chris.

Like he watched Chris.

Enjoy your date.

And stay out of elevators. Let's go.

-Okay. Cover my back.
-You got it.

Tony?

Now, how do I take the safety off?

-You take...
-Just kidding.

In a rush, Abby?

I ran the prints
from Amanda Reed's garbage.

What the hell is wrong with you two?

Tony made contact
with Amanda, they're going to a pub

and Commander Voss
is probably stalking Tony.

-Really?
-It's not funny.

He probably killed Pacci.

-Amanda murdered Pacci.
-Amanda?

Okay, I take it back.
Commander Voss did it.

Abby.

She's my daughter,
my sister, my daughter,

my sister, my daughter.

Every print that I pulled off
all those cosmetic jars you gave me

come from one person.

-Amanda Reed.
-Yes and no.

Abby.

They belong
to Lieutenant Commander Voss.

Amanda is Voss.

She's a he?

-Yes.
-Oh, my God.

-Tony's on a date with a guy.
-Yeah.

(AMANDA LAUGHING)

Oh, Stringfellow.

You know, you have beautiful eyes.

Call me String.

You got a great smile, too.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

It's my boss.

Well, work hours are over.

It's time to play.

Yeah, but I got to take this
'cause I can't not

take a call from my boss.

It's...

I could always call him back later.

Excuse me. Cola, please?

-He's not answering.
-Maybe he can't.

Here you go.

(LAUGHS)

I'm going to go wash my hands
before we eat.

-Be right back.
-Okay.

-Don't leave.
-Okay.

Why didn't you answer the phone?

Couldn't.

-Where's Amanda?
-Ladies' room.

Swell. We can add that
misdemeanour to the murder charges.

What?

Amanda is
Lieutenant Commander Voss, DiNozzo.

Stop it. Come on.

She's a he, bonehead.

And if he is packing a .357
and a knife in his purse he killed Chris.

Well, I am famished.

-Aren't you hungry?
-Lost my appetite.

Oh, what's wrong?

I don't know where to begin.

Is this the same man I left sitting here
a few minutes ago?

I don't know. You the same woman?

Oh, yes. I...

Open your purse.

(GUN FIRING)

(SCREAMING)

Federal agent! Move!

-Stop him. Stop him.
-No, stop her.

His name

was Special Agent Chris Pacci.

And he was a friend.

(GUN FIRES)

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

Federal agents.
So are those two. Let them go.

Let me go.

He didn't have a chance.

Why'd he try?

Why are you going through everything
before you box it?

Force of habit.

I don't want his family
getting an unpleasant surprise.

ABBY: Reminds me of
The Crying Game.

TIM: Don't know it.

It was such a cool flick.

Abby, could you pick
some other movie please?

Oh, Victor/Victoria.

That was a girl pretending to be a guy
pretending to be a girl?

-Right.
-Yeah, that one's okay.

Got to hand it to Commander Voss.

For three years,
he hid in plain sight as a woman.

Well, he wasn't a woman yet.

The surgery was scheduled
for next month in Bangkok.

Getting your plumbing turned outside-in.

-It's so...
-Hinky?

-No, no. Way beyond hinky. It's...
-Speaking of way beyond hinky, Tony...

Okay. All right.
Give it to me, Kate. I can take it.

What was it like tonguing a guy?

Forget it. I can't take it.