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[TURNS WATER OFF]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Hey.

Be right there.

- Hi, gorgeous. - Hi.

[GIGGLES]

Mm.

- Elvis has left the building. McGEE: Yeah, we got it.

Get in there, DiNozzo.

TONY: On my way, boss.

ZIVA:So where are we going on this mystery date?

Well, it wouldn't be a mystery if I told you, Gina.

[CHUCKLES]

Should I have brought my toothbrush?

[BOTH LAUGH]

Going right on Connecticut.

- You left the bar early last night. - Yes.

My husband was calling from Fallujah.

- What did you do when I left? - Nothing. Went home.

- Went to bed. - Should I get on the expressway?

- Nope. - Mm.

I like a man who keeps secrets.

- What's the gap? McGEE: Almost two blocks.

[UNLOCKING DOOR]

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

TONY [OVER PHONE]: Boss? - You done?

Don't need the bugs, boss. Got Hoffman's latest victim.

Number five. Female. Caucasian. Mid to late 20s.

- Dead on the living-room floor. GIBBS: What about the finger?

TONY: Yep, missing a finger. - Call Ziva. Give her the distress code.

Tell her we're taking Hoffman down now.

[CHUCKLING]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Hello? - Bernard?

No, you've got the wrong number.

[SIGHS]

If you're not gonna tell me where we are going,

I'm gonna need a ladies' room.

- What are you doing? - Who's Gibbs?

Wrong number.

His name's number two on your speed dial.

He was an ex-boytriend, okay? Can I have my phone back, please?

Drive.

McGEE: They just turned west.

[TYRES SQUEALING]

McGEE: All right, the car stopped. Two blocks ahead.

You're a cop, aren't you?

- Why did you kill those women, Andy? - For their husbands.

Save them the humiliation of finding out

that their wives were screwing around on them

while they were serving their country.

Is that what happened to you?

You don't need to know what happened to me.

Walk.

Get in there.

[GRUNTS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GRUNTING]

[HOFFMAN YELLS]

[GRUNTING]

[ZIVA GASPS]

GIBBS: Ziva!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

GIBBS: Ziva?

Come on.

You all right?

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

MAN: Just tell them to stand by here.

- Uhn. - Sorry. Heh.

She should go for x-ray.

- I am fine. - You don't look fine.

Well, don't stand there, Mr. Palmer. Get the gurney.

PALMER: Yes, doctor. - He did not hurt me.

GIBBS: Change your clothes.

Get changed. Get an x-ray. Go home.

I do not need to see you again today.

[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

- McGee. TONY: Where are you, Mc Tardy?

I'm still here alone with the dead body.

Well, we're still processing our own, Tony.

- We'll be there as soon as we can. - How's Ziva?

Pretty shaken up.

- Keep me updated. McGEE: I will.

- Finally got the dirtbag. GIBBS:Name's Andrew Hoffman.

You heard of him?

- No. I hear you've got another body. - Victim Number 5.

- Military wife? - Don't know yet.

How'd you get onto Hoffman?

Officer David was working undercover in the bar

where two of the victims were last seen.

Planning to do the same thing ourselves,

if you guys hadn't taken over the case.

You know, Rosetti, I don't think Hoffman's your type.

Nice work, David.

I'll get someone to take you to the hospital.

- I can give you a lift. - No, I'm fine, detective.

I'm fine, really. Thank you.

- I told you to go home. ZIVA: My statement is on your desk.

- Have you identified the last victim? - No.

I thought I would go back to the bar where I met Hoffman.

Show the victim's photo.

Do you have a face shot?

Yeah, I'll print one.

[PHONE RINGING]

You stay with her, DiNozzo.

TONY: Okay.

- What? - You don't look so bad.

McGee said you were a wreck.

I was just gonna tussle your hair.

Sometimes it makes you smile.

Sorry.

A fifth, still unidentified victim was found this afternoon

inside Hoffman's home.

His shooting death by an undercover NCIS agent

ends the series of brutal murders of military wives

found in war memorials around D.C.

The murders have been taking place over the last two months.

- And in each case, the ring finger... TONY: Wow.

- I'll take the bartender. - Her name is Heidi.

Heidi-ho.

Gina, you hear about Andy Hoffman?

- Guy that sits at the end of the bar? - Yes.

You were talking to him the other night. Can you believe--?

Michael. My name is not Gina. My name is Ziva.

You're an undercover cop? That was you?

- I'm a federal agent, actually. - Holy crap.

You never...

Ah. So when you were chatting me up, you were--?

- I mean, you thought I might be--? - Michael, I was doing my job.

Sure. Just doing your job.

TONY: Have you ever seen this woman before?

HEIDl: She's dead?

She was never in here on my shift.

She the one they found at Hoffman's house?

- Yes, she is. Did you ever talk to him? - All the time.

Actually, gives me the creeps thinking about it.

There's a couple of guys in here I would've suspected before him.

- Did he ever mention his ex-wife? - I didn't know he was married.

Interesting.

Do you know who that guy is over there in the corner?

- With Gina? His name is Michael. - What's his story?

Michael used to come in here all the time with his girlfriend.

She walked out on him a few weeks ago,

and he hasn't been able to find her.

LOCKE: This girl's name's Julie.

I don't know her surname. I talked to her once or twice.

I thought maybe she knew Devon, my girlfriend.

Ex.

I haven't found her. It's been three weeks.

You don't think Hoffman...?

Um... I mean, you think they're gonna find more bodies?

I hope not.

I'm worried. She used to be married to a Navy SEAL. Fits the profile.

Did he do that?

McGEE: Name's Julie Ann Smight.

Employer filed a missing persons with the Chevy Chase P.D. this morning.

- She married? McGEE: Yeah.

To Petty Officer First Class Donald Smight.

Aboard the USS Eisenhower.

She was last seen two nights ago leaving a lounge on U Street, alone.

Petty Officer Massey's here

to pick up his wife's personal belongings.

- How you holding up? - I'm all right, I guess.

Hope you don't mind, ma'am,

but I asked Special Agent DiNozzo to bring me up here.

Yeah.

I wanted to thank you personally for killing that bastard.

I hope you made him suffer for what he did.

DiNozzo.

Take Petty Officer Massey down to the evidence locker.

Will do. This way.

GIBBS: Hey.

- What do you want, Duck? - Ah. Jethro.

I've reviewed the autopsies of the first four victims,

and I'm currently examining the fifth.

All four were stabbed in the same manner with the same knife.

In all five,

tox screens show large amounts of Rohypnol and alcohol.

But in regard to the fingers, or lack thereof--

Oh.

--I found a curious inconsistency.

Four of the five were severed post mortem.

Based on the lividity and blood flow, I'd estimate several hours after death.

But the finger of the fourth victim

was cut off almost immediately.

Maybe someone interrupted him, so he had to rush to finish it.

GIBBS: Abby, what are you doing? - Efficiency, Gibbs.

I took off 14 and a half seconds

from what it usually takes me to get here.

So I estimate that I could gain 17 minutes a day.

That would be 85 minutes in a week,

382 minutes in a month. So in a year--

- Abs. - Yes, Gibbs?

Is that knife gonna tell me something?

Oh. Um-- Yes and no.

I mean, it definitely is the serrated knife

that severed the victims' fingers.

But?

But I found a partial print in blood on the handle.

It doesn't match Hoffman or the other victims.

I don't think Hoffman was working alone.

Die, you stupid machine.

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

McGEE: She seems unfazed?

Those are standard Mossad-style copy-machine-assault tactics, McGee.

She's fine. Hey. McGee thinks you're raging against the machine

because you had to take down your serial-killer boytriend.

Thanks for that.

Ziva, I was just concerned--

- I am fine. - See, McGee?

She's a steely-eyed killer.

[SPEAKS IN HEBREW]

I don't know him. Borscht-belt comedian?

- It is Hebrew for "shut up." - Really did affect you, huh?

Have you had your mandatory session with the shrink?

- Yes. - Still crazy, then?

- Getting off your case. - Well, you can stay on this one.

Abby found a partial print on the murder weapon

that does not match our killer.

Hoffman had an accomplice?

- Yeah, that's one explanation. - Could be a copycat killer.

Copycats copy, they don't use the same weapon.

GIBBS: Reexamine the crime scene. Canvass Hoffman's neighbourhood.

Take another look at the surveillance video.

Tomorrow.

Go home. Been a long day.

Get some rest.

You.

I do not need to see you here tomorrow.

TONY: Anyone want to get a drink?

- Drink? - Not tonight, Tony.

Listen, I wasn't trying to make light of what you went through.

Just trying to snap you out of your headspace, you know?

I have perfectly good space in my head.

Great. Then let's get a drink. You talk, I'll listen.

- I don't want a drink. - Okay.

- One drink. I'll talk, you listen. - Tony. No.

[JAMIE LIDELL'S "LITTLE BIT OF FEEL GOOD" PLAYING]

Let me buy you the next one?

- You working? - No.

Uh-huh.

No, really, I'm not working. Just drinking. Heidi.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH AND FRENCH]

HEIDl: Coming up. - You're mixing languages.

And my liquors.

Not exactly the place to come if you're not on the case.

There's a thousand bars in this town.

I like the atmosphere. And Heidi makes one killer mojito.

You know, I thought maybe you took a shining to one of the patrons.

[CHUCKLES]

And you? You are here, no doubt, in search of Debbie?

- Heh. Devon. - Potato, "potato."

Yeah, well, not searching, just drinking.

Whoa.

ZIVA: So tell me about Debbie.

Just kidding.

Devon.

- Very pretty. - And smart. Funny.

Terrible sense of direction.

Drive you insane with her incessant movie references.

[CHUCKLES]

Worries about others more than herself.

- Generous to a fault. - No wonder you're looking for her.

She sounds amazing.

Yeah, other than the fact that we were totally incompatible,

Devon was perfect for me.

- You miss her? - I'm not looking to get back with her.

I just wanna know she's okay.

I'm gonna help you.

- You already have. - How so?

By killing Hoffman. It's one less nightmare.

[GUNSHOTS]

You okay?

Never better.

[REMOTE CONTROL CHIRPS]

Thought you were taking the day.

Gibbs' idea, not mine.

- That Hoffman? - Yeah. I'm reviewing the tapes.

[REMOTE CONTROL CHIRPS]

- Victim Number 3. - Monica Bishop, judging by the dress.

Look at this guy here.

He's watching them.

If Hoffman had an accomplice, he could very well be him.

Or he could just be a passerby.

McGEE: There he goes.

[REMOTE CONTROL CHIRPS]

McGEE: He's heading in the same direction Hoffman took the girl.

Or he could be going to a bar.

Or he was checking to make sure no one was following them

before joining Hoffman and killing the woman.

That's gotta be Hoffman's accomplice.

Man without a face.

TONY: Spoke to the neighbours. They barely knew Hoffman.

- Guy was an enigma. - Well, he still is.

Found a stack of photos too. Not a woman in any of them.

Just Hoffman and his Marine buddies.

Any one of them a potential accomplice.

Good a place to start as any.

Gibbs, I thought we closed the case on this one.

Yeah, well, found a partial print on Hoffman's knife

that doesn't belong to him.

- Most serial killers work alone. - Yeah, most.

TONY: Wouldn't be the first time a killer worked with a partner.

You got the Cook brothers, Erik and Lyle Menendez.

I wouldn't get excited about a partial print on a knife.

It could be anything.

GIBBS: I need to review all the evidence you have.

ROSETTl: I've already given you everything that is relevant.

Well, then give me everything you think isn't.

Gibbs, you've got your killer.

- You've got all your bodies. TONY: Most of the bodies.

We're still missing five of the fingers that he cut off.

Doesn't mean there's a second killer.

Well, maybe Hoffman kept the bodies as a prize,

and then his accomplice got to keep the fingers.

DiNozzo, you were a cop.

Tell your boss what it's like

to have 20 open-case files on your desk.

You know what, Rosetti? I don't care if you got a hundred.

There could still be a killer out there.

[GREAT NORTHERN'S "HOME" PLAYING]

Ah.

Well, I hope you weren't looking for me.

- Is that really what you were hoping? - Not even close.

You know, I could buy you a drink, or...

- Or what? - You could come home with me.

[LAUGHS]

- Why would I do that? - Because you feel guilty

about lying to me.

Or because you just killed somebody, and you need someone to hug.

Why do I have the feeling

that you're angling for more than just a hug?

Angling? No.

Hoping?

Have you been telling me the truth about your girlfriend,

or are you just taking advantage of my raw emotional state?

Yes.

And yes.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[RAIN PATTERING]

Whoa. No. Easy. Easy. Just reaching for my glasses.

[PANTING]

You should not do that to me.

[BOTH SIGH]

Look,

I don't usually do this kind of thing.

And neither do I.

Is that the gun you shot Hoffman with?

No.

We struggled, and then I...

No, it's not the gun.

So,

what's it like to shoot someone?

It is what it is.

It is what you have to do.

These are not things I dwell upon.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

Were you scared?

No.

Sorry. That's a dumb question.

I guess you wouldn't be an NCIS agent if you had a problem with it.

I'm not an NCIS agent.

I am Israeli Mossad.

Oh.

I'm guessing Hoffman's not the first guy you've...

Why does everyone think all Mossad agents are assassins?

Are you?

You know, never handled a gun before.

Well, you're not gonna handle one now.

Well, I guess I'll just have to handle something else.

[CHUCKLES]

[THUNDER CRASHING]

[COMPUTER TRILLING]

I've re-sampled the image as many times as I can, McGee.

McGEE: Try removing compression artefacts.

- It's too pixilated. - Did you try detecting edges?

I am detecting an edge.

No, I'm good, McGee, but I can't work miracles.

This is impossible. I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times--

"There is no substitute for quality source imagery." I know.

[TYPING]

Where are you going?

I am going back to work.

What, do you think I'm gonna give up that easily? You think I'm a quitter?

You of all people should know that I thrive in the face of adversity.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

You're making the face of adversity.

I found each of the victims' blood on the murder weapon.

Hoffman didn't clean the knife after each murder?

Oh, no, he did. Meticulously.

But I found trace evidence where the blade goes into the handle.

Okay, look. Four of the victims have blood type O-positive.

The fifth victim has blood type A-positive.

Well, it's not that strange.

Most killers don't choose their victims by blood type.

No, no, that's not what's strange. I also found traces of B-positive.

Then it must be Hoffman's blood.

No. He's O-negative. Not a match.

There's a sixth victim, McGee.

Whose body hasn't been found yet.

ZIVA: Did she leave any forwarding number or address?

MAN [OVER PHONE]: No,

- I'm afraid she didn't. - Okay.

Well, if she makes contact, will you please notify me?

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

What are you doing?

Checking into Locke's missing girlfriend. You?

- Same. - What?

- Why? LARAMIE: Full name, Tony?

Devon Linden Katz.

Yeah. Not like the musical. Starts with a K, ends with a Z.

- Got it. - Thanks. All right.

Checking her medical records.

What, you think she's in some hospital unable to communicate?

No, I think she's been lying in a shallow grave unable to communicate.

Medical records are privileged information.

You need a subpoena.

Not if you have an IOU from a county clerk

with a very expressive poker face.

- Hey. - B-positive.

There it is. Thanks, Laramie. I owe you.

Well, not as much as you owe me, of course. Right.

Guess what Locke's girlfriend's blood type is.

The same blood type Abby found on the knife, B-positive.

Although, it's hard to be positive when the news is so negative.

Millions have that blood type.

Ten percent of Americans have that blood type.

So you have narrowed it down to what, millions?

Narrows it down further when you consider

that she was a regular at the bar frequented by two other victims.

She could easily be Victim Number 6, and your pal Locke could be her killer.

- He's not a killer. - Okay, co-killer.

Assistant killer. Killer's apprentice.

Michael was not involved in the murders.

Michael?

- That is his name. - That is his first name.

You didn't...? Don't tell me.

Okay, tell me.

What I did or did not do is none of your business.

Detective Rosetti, morning.

Here are the case files your boss wanted.

Sorry.

- Hoffman's car. ABBY: Yep.

All 786 square feet of dustable surface.

You find anything?

Three dollars and 50 cents in change. An impressive gum-wrapper collection.

All right, thanks for the files, detective.

You want the rest?

You guys wanted everything.

Here's everything.

You didn't happen to make a digital catalogue of all the evidence,

- did you? - Ha-ha-ha.

- Digital catalogue. That's a good one. - Mm-hm. Ha.

McGEE: Four boxes. Four bags of evidence.

Four bags of personal effects.

I am going to be here forever.

This one has your name written all over it.

Thank you. And an address book.

That's great.

So far, all of the prints from the car, they match Hoffman.

There's just no sign of an accomplice.

- What about the video still? - I have tried everything.

I just-- I can't get an ID.

- You're admitting defeat? - No.

I have a new tactical plan.

By triangulating the heights of the landmarks,

like the street lights and cars and stuff,

I think I can figure out an approximate height and weight

of Hoffman's alleged accomplice.

Oh, that's great. There's a page missing.

Torn out.

That's why the pages fell. Someone tore out the binding.

Why would someone tear out a page?

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

- How tall is your buddy Locke? - About 6'1 ", 6'2".

How much do you think he weighs?

- Why do you ask? - Why don't you answer?

One-seventy. One-eighty.

Abby calculated the height and the weight

of the mystery man on the surveillance video.

Six-one, 180, just like Locke.

Well, the only thing that proves is that you are jealous.

I'm concerned. Slim build just like Locke.

Of course, with your hands-on experience last night,

maybe you could elaborate. Saw you two leaving the bar together.

- You followed me? - Don't flatter yourself.

You do look good on the surveillance video, though.

Adds about 10 pounds.

[PAPER RUSTLES]

[SINGING] Come with me, my love

McGEE: Address book belonged to Monica Bishop, Victim Number 3.

- Missing page is from the R's. - Pull up her phone records.

I wanna tell you just how much I--

Sea of Love, boss. Remember that movie?

Al Pacino plays the cop,

sleeps with the killer played by Ellen Barkin.

But the zany twist here is Ziva's Pacino and Locke is Barkin.

- Might even be biting. - Shut your trap, DiNozzo.

Am I missing something here?

[TYPING]

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

McGEE: Boss, I got it.

Matching calls Bishop sent or received over the past year

against the letter R. "Reeves, Rexon, Richards..."

"Rosetti."

McGEE: Over a two-week period last year,

- Rosetti called Bishop five times. - Rosetti never said boo

- about knowing the third victim. - He's covering for something.

Bring him in.

You know the ramifications of tampering with evidence?

- What are you talking about? - Belonged to Monica Bishop.

Victim Number 3?

You forget?

Nobody knows this case better than me, Gibbs.

Well, I'm guessing you knew Monica more than a little bit.

That why you tore the page out of this with your name and address on it?

How'd it go down, Chris?

Did you meet Hoffman in the same bar where you met Monica Bishop?

What was your beef?

Rejection?

Jealousy?

Impotency?

I had an affair with Monica Bishop. End of story.

Feels more like the middle, actually.

Did you help Hoffman, or did you just watch?

Go to hell, Gibbs.

ROSETTl: You got the wrong story. - Put me straight.

I met her at that bar six months ago. She was a fixture there.

You could drag a dozen guys in here who slept with her.

- She had it coming? - It was just an affair.

- No big deal. - Yeah? Then why'd you hide it?

She was married. I was married.

You don't tamper with evidence

because you're afraid your wife's gonna see it.

If my captain found out I slept with her,

he would've taken me off the case.

- Well, he should have. - I wanted to catch this guy.

You were getting laid.

- You wanted to protect your ass. - No.

I wanted the scumbag dead.

I was investigating the first two murders

before she turned up as the third victim.

If you guys hadn't taken over this case, I would've caught Hoffman,

and I would've popped him, gladly.

TONY: Gibbs doesn't think Rosetti's the killer.

Neither do I.

Guess that just leaves your boytriend.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

[GRUNTING]

[GUNSHOTS]

You gotta stop staring at this one, Ziva.

Put it behind you.

- You seeing Locke? - You have a problem with that?

- I do if he's a suspect. - Is he?

You tell me.

Look, if you're gonna give me a lecture about my bad judgement,

I don't need to hear it.

Is that what this is about? You doubting your judgement?

- I should've moved earlier. - You would've if you could have.

- I left it too late. - You still took him out.

I almost died.

But you didn't.

You gotta trust your judgement, Ziva.

The moment you don't,

it won't be "almost."

MAN [OVER TAPE]: Devon, it's me. Did you tell Michael about us yet?

If you meant what you said last night, it's over between you two.

You gotta tell him about us. Because if you don't, I will.

- Who is he? - Don't know yet.

It's a deleted message from Devon Katz's phone.

Locke's missing girlfriend.

Mystery voice was obviously begging her to dump Locke.

- How did we get the recording? - Ah. Tell him, McSneaky.

Accessed the phone provider's mainframe.

GIBBS: What do we got on him? - He's been hanging out at the bar

where two of the victims were seen. We can tie him to Hoffman.

Bartender says they were friendly.

Locke reported Devon Katz missing two weeks ago.

- Covering his tracks? - No trace of her.

Her blood type was B-positive,

same as the blood type Abby found on the knife.

GIBBS: Victim 6?

My guess is Locke found out she was bouncy-bouncy with some other guy,

- and he killed her. - You're wrong.

You gotta look at this objectively, Ziva. Evidence says he's guilty.

- All circumcised. - Ah. "Circumstantial."

I think she knows what she's talking about.

His print is on the barrel.

- What are you doing? - Trusting my judgement.

ABBY: Come on, you big band of belted beetle.

[GRUNTING]

ABBY: Oh.

Oh, good.

I could use some help here.

Not tired of those things yet?

Hold this, carefully. Locke's fingerprint's on it. Roll aside.

Man's work.

[GRUNTS]

Heavy.

[GRUNTS]

Ooh.

Thank you.

ABBY: Oh, my. - What?

LOCKE: You brought me here for a reason.

I need some answers.

Thought you said you wanted to put this behind you.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

- How long is this gonna take? - Just a few minutes.

You match the fingers to the victims, Abs?

ABBY: I'm working on it, Gibbs.

GIBBS: Did you call Ziva? - Not answering, boss.

Okay, so this one, no-brainer, easy to match.

I've always really liked this colour. It's called arctic blue.

- And the rest? - Yes, well, I'll give you a hand, Abby.

Shouldn't take us long.

LOCKE: So, what went wrong?

ZIVA: Waited too long.

I should've moved faster.

Right about here,

there was nowhere left to go.

And we fell onto the floor.

We struggled, and then I pushed him off.

Jethro, based on blood type, skin tone, angle of cut,

I am 95 percent certain

that these belong to Victims 1, 2, 3 and 5.

As you recall, Victim Number 4's finger,

unlike the others, was severed immediately after death.

McGEE: Copycat theory's sounding pretty good, boss.

Whoever killed Number 4 knew to cut off the finger,

but didn't know Hoffman was keeping them.

Or where he stashed them.

I crawled.

[HOFFMAN YELLS, GRUNTS]

Grabbed the gun.

I rolled over.

And there he was.

And you shot him.

[GUNSHOT]

I shot him.

I don't understand.

- Why didn't you shoot him earlier? - I was undercover.

I didn't have my gun.

Just like now.

Locke was all whorls. Bad guy, loops and arches.

- Locke is not the killer. - You owe Ziva an apology.

DUCKY: Yes, but we still have to account for Victim Number 4's finger.

Cut off right after death.

Patricia Massey, military wife.

The copycat hides her murder among Hoffman's victims.

- Husband? - Always suspect the spouse.

Speaking from personal experience, Jethro?

That's why I'm never getting married.

Petty Officer Massey's build does match the guy following Hoffman

in the surveillance video.

Call her.

Whee!

- Abs? - Yes, Gibbs?

GIBBS: Lose the wheels.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

What do you want, Tony?

TONY: Locke's print doesn't match the partial...

- His print is not a match? - Right.

Well, next time, we should both listen to my instincts.

Yeah.

Was that about me?

Wait. Was this about me? Still a suspect?

- I never believed it. - How'd you get my print?

You touched my gun.

So you took my fingerprint, ran it. I didn't match up.

And now you're telling me you never believed it was me?

Look,

I tried to stop this, okay?

I'm sorry, Michael.

I wish I could believe you, Ziva, Gina.

Whatever.

Hey, something wrong?

Like to talk to you. Need you to come with us.

Yeah, we're a man short today. Can it wait?

- No. - What's the problem?

Got some theories on your wife's murder.

Yeah, you got the guy. He's dead.

We don't think Andy Hoffman killed her.

Sure you wanna do this here, Massey?

I got nothing to hide.

Hoffman was killing women who were cheating on their husbands.

You saying my wife was cheating?

McGEE:Probably why you were drinking at your favourite bar.

Same bar Hoffman frequented.

Same bar where he picked up two of his victims.

You noticed him, heard about the killings in the news,

put two and two together.

The night Hoffman picked up his third victim at the bar,

you watched them leave.

Not me.

You followed them back to Hoffman's house.

When he left and she didn't, you broke in.

McGEE: That's pretty neat.

Copycat killing using the same knife and m.o. as the original killer.

You guys got a wild imagination.

Yeah, well, the mistake you made, the thing you didn't know,

is that Hoffman kept the fingers. Except your wife's.

- Boy, that looks deep. - Working on the engine.

No, I think it's from cutting off your wife's finger.

We found a partial print and traces of blood on the murder weapon

that don't match Hoffman or the victims.

DNA's gonna narrow it down to you.

[MISS Y HIGGINS' "WHERE I STOOD" PLAYING]

Hi.

What do you want?

Telephone number. I found Devon.

I thought I owed you that much.

She wants to talk to you.

Ziva.

Thanks.