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BOY: I'm in love.

- Dude, that's the mailman. - Mailwoman. All woman.

Are you gonna shoot something or just keep staring?

[BOYS LAUGHING]

- Come on, dude, hurry up. - Hold up, I'm coming.

[DOGS BARKING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO]

Shh.

MAN [OVER RADIO]: That's 95 pitches so far for Dryer, that brings the count...

- Are you seeing this? - My shot.

- Okay. Come on. - He's four for three so far,

looking for another hit.

He's got men in scoring position on second and third.

He's stepping in.

Dryer makes the sign. There's the wind-up and the pitch.

Oh, and there it is, a shot up the middle.

Singletary puts one in the gap to left centre field.

One run's gonna score. Two runs are gonna score.

Oh, Singletary slides in headfirst into second, and he is safe.

I was proud to call Special Agent Decker my friend.

Even after his retirement,

I knew that he was never more than a phone call away.

My heart goes out to his family and his beloved girlfriend, Sasha.

I know that William loved her very much.

- I'm sure he did. - We are at a funeral, and she's 22.

- Yeah. - Is that why we're here?

- So you can Google the girls? - Ogle.

And no, we're here to accompany the director.

I, for one, am glad she's back from vacation.

Decker died of a heart attack, not in the line of duty.

I hardly think our presence is necessary.

TONY: NCIS Code of Conduct, paragraph one, subsection B:

Any interim state travel made by the NCIS director

- must be accompanied by-- - Shh.

- You're making this up. - Yes.

But she always is accompanied

by two senior agents for security purposes.

I mean, if it's not a rule, it really should be.

- Sorry, what was that name again? - Mr. Oshimaida.

ATTENDANT: First name? MAN: Is there more than one?

ATTENDANT: No, sir, in fact,

- there's nobody here by that name. - Check again.

ATTENDANT: Sorry, I've checked the registry twice.

There is no Mr. Oshimaida.

But if you'd like to leave your name, perhaps I can...

[CAMERA PHONE CLICKING]

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

- Director, are you ready to go? - No, actually, I'm not.

No rush. You know, we'll just hang out.

No need to wait for me.

In fact, we are not due to fly out until tomorrow.

- So why don't the two of you-- - Yes, sure.

--Take the rest of the trip off?

Right, sure.

So you want us to call you a taxi or...?

You want the car. Of course. Because we'll figure something out.

Thanks. All right, drive safe. That L.A. traffic's a little weird.

[LAUGHS]

L.A., baby.

Sorry, Ziva, I'm gonna have to cut you loose.

Hey, wait up.

- Morning. - McGee.

Timothy.

- Haircut, McGee? - No.

I believe it was a suggestion, not an observation.

Is there something going on downstairs?

Nope. Aah.

Something wrong, McGee?

- Yeah, what are you guys--? - Doing upstairs? Random bug sweep.

Off-limits to all non-security personnel.

Didn't Jethro tell you?

Perhaps his cranium trauma is acting--

He's behind me, isn't he? Morning, Jethro.

- Duck. - Gibbs.

Uh...

- Got something for me? - This arrived from Agent Fornell.

- Mysterious. - Ooh.

[RINGTONE OF BIRD SCREECHING, BELL TOLLING PLAYS]

Yes, well, the security boys should be finished by now.

Thanks for the hospitality, probie. Ha-ha.

RADIO ANNOUNCER: Currently it's 78 degrees in Hollywood,

82 degrees in the Valley, and 73 at the beach.

All in all, a great-looking couple of days in L.A.

Warm days, cool nights, and very low humidity, so you'll--

Take it the Ritz was booked.

Ice.

Better be a damn good reason

you had me jump on the earliest flight out of Mexico.

You ever work with Special Agent William Decker?

He hired on the year I retired.

Why? He in some kind of trouble?

He's dead.

And I'm next.

JEN: I need your help.

My help?

You are the director of an armed federal agency.

This has to be outside the agency, and I need someone I can trust.

- And you're on the shortlist. - I didn't know you were a fan.

Gibbs' shortlist.

He'd trust you with his life, and that's good enough for me.

Let's hear it.

Ten years ago, I spent time in Europe with another agent.

- I take it you two weren't sightseeing. - We were.

But the sights we were looking for weren't on any tourist map.

The op?

- Classified. - Heh.

Nice chatting with you.

Enjoy the free cable.

We were trying to infiltrate a Russian spy ring.

Special Agent Decker was our contact agent.

He got us our identities, handled communications--

I know the drill.

The name Oshimaida was a code word we were to use

in the event our cover was compromised.

- And was it? - We thought we got out clean.

But today at Decker's funeral, a man asked for Mr. Oshimaida.

Coincidence?

Only three of us knew that name.

Whoever he was, he heard that name from Decker.

And Decker only would have used it if he thought he was about to be killed.

You said he died of a heart attack.

The coroner said he died of a heart attack.

Decker was trying to get me a message.

- You're next? - My partner's in danger too.

Whoever he is, he believes one of us is Oshimaida.

Who's the other agent?

The next time I head for that door, it won't be for show.

Gibbs.

[SETS GLASS DOWN]

Where do I sign up?

ABBY: Five shots of the back of his head,

none on his face, and one of the woman driver.

She's a great director. Annie Leibovitz, she's not.

Any ideas?

No, I know, but I can't ask McGee,

because the director specifically said to keep this on the DL.

- Keep what on the DL? - Nothing.

- You told them. - McGee, they're not real.

They're just keeping me company while Tony and Ziva are in L.A.

Okay.

Guess you don't need my help.

Uh-- Wait.

I do need your help. But you have to keep it a secret.

My lips are sealed.

Okay.

The director sent me these pictures. She needs an ID on the John Doe.

- Does Gibbs know about this? - Ugh.

I asked her. She said no. She didn't say any more. I didn't push.

Did you try blowing up the photos?

- Okay, how about--? - The reflections on the car?

That's a great idea, McGee. I had it like two hours ago.

- You have any luck with the driver? - A woman.

Could be blond, brunette, I don't know.

The EXIF data on the cell photo.

It should tell the exact time the director took the picture.

McGee, tell me something that cardboard Tony doesn't know.

No, Abby, look.

McGEE: He's making a call.

If we know what time the call was placed,

we can ping all the cell towers in the area.

And we can lift his cell-phone number. That's genius, McGee.

[TYPING, COMPUTER CHIRPING]

[WOMEN LAUGHING]

You're googling again.

A book. How McGee-ish of you.

- You're in my sun. - You'll thank me later.

Come on, let's go.

If you value that hand, I suggest you back away slowly.

- I'm not going anywhere. - Director gave us the day off.

Yes, and she can just as easily change her mind.

We need to stay close to home base just in case.

We have cell phones, Ziva.

If she needs to get in touch with us, she'll call us.

What do you have in mind?

A cruise down Sunset Boulevard, Against All Odds,

Jeff Bridges, Jimmy Woods.

You do not have a car, Tony.

Zero to 60 in 5.2 seconds.

- First movie quote I hear, I am driving. - Pay the guy.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Ugh.

- Gibbs teach you that? - Gibbs doesn't teach.

- You watch, you learn. - You learn, I talk.

MIKE: We're taking a risk coming here.

Local LEOs may have missed something.

I doubt Decker's killer left behind a calling card.

If he was here, he left something behind.

Or Decker did.

He was a pro.

Yeah, got a little careless in his retirement.

[THUD]

[WHIMPERS, SOBS]

Sasha? Sasha, we're not gonna hurt you.

How do you know my name?

You were at the funeral.

That's right. I was an old friend of William's.

MIKE: We're here to help. - Help with what?

Sasha, we don't think William's death was natural.

And I'm guessing you don't either.

[SOBBING]

If there's something you need to tell me...

William never said anything specific.

Just that if anything was to ever happen to him,

that I was to deliver a message.

To who?

- You know her? - Unfortunately.

We'll deliver the message.

[SIGHS]

William wanted me to tell her

that he had some sort of insurance policy,

I think he called it.

- Where? - In this place out in the desert.

An old diner.

He was gonna start fixing it up next month.

[SNIFFLES]

He said Jenny would know where to look.

- Is this the address? - Yeah.

Sasha?

- Do you have family? - Not in L.A. In Nevada.

Good.

- Go there. Now. - I don't have a car.

Take my rental.

- You should do what the lady says. SASHA: Okay.

- Forget your name? - It's better she doesn't know.

Better for who?

[DOOR CLOSES]

So when we find who did this...

It'll be just the way you like it.

No paperwork.

[THE BEACH BOYS' "I GET AROUND" PLAYING OVER RADIO]

[TYRES SCREECH]

[HORNS HONKING]

You wanted the authentic L.A. experience.

- I'm giving it to you. - I wanted to read my book.

- They have books in D.C. - They have traffic as well.

[TURNS VOLUME UP]

[RADIO OFF, HORN HONKS]

- I do not like this. Something feels off. - Yeah, it's the transmission.

No, it's about the director.

Tony, we're her escorts. We're supposed to be escorting.

Maybe she found a new escort.

The director is a flesh-and-blood woman

with flesh-and-blood needs.

If you wanna call and ruin her private party,

be my guest.

JEN: You couldn't have gotten a car with sat-nav?

- Sat-what? - Never mind.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

JEN [OVER SPEAKER]: Yes, Agent DiNozzo?

Hi, director.

How's everything going? How's the paperwork?

Slow. Too many interruptions.

Well, it's a beautiful day to be stuck inside.

You need something, Agent DiNozzo?

No, just checking in with our fearless leader.

MIKE: Got it. JEN: What did I tell you, Tony?

- Not to call you our fearless leader? JEN: And?

To take the day off.

Enjoy your time in L.A., because believe me,

I could always find something for you to do.

- Paperwork had a deep voice. - She is with a man.

It does not mean she is sleeping with him.

You're right. I'm sure they're tag-teaming the paperwork.

- She's hiding something from us. - Yes, it's called a sex life.

Maybe if you had one, you'd be a little more understanding.

[LAUGHS]

Oh, I could tell you stories.

- Tell, slowly. - All right.

But first you have to do me one small favour.

- Name it. - Call the L.A. Police Department.

Tell them you're conducting a local investigation.

Ask them to track down the GPS coordinates

of the director's rental.

That's all?

It would make me very happy to know where she is.

It will be like Chinatown. I will even let you do your Jack.

[IMITATES JACK NICHOLSON] Well, how do you like them apples?

ABBY: McGee, what are you doing?

Pinging all the cell towers near the Hollywood Forever Cemetery,

scanning for the director's mystery man.

- No, what are you doing to my Tony? - I'm improving him.

Actually, I do like a man with a little scruff.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

We got a hit.

Ten calls were in progress when the director snapped that photo.

ABBY: Triangulating with the nearest cell tower for location.

Hollywood Forever Cemetery is here.

- Viggo Drantyev. - Running his background.

Nothing in the domestic database, checking international.

Got him.

McGee, are you seeing this?

What exactly did the director say this was for again?

She didn't.

[RINGTONE PLAYING]

It's the director.

- Good luck with that. - No, you wanted in, McGee, you're in.

Just-- Just be quiet.

Forensic Specialist Extraordinaire Abby Sciuto.

ABBY [OVER PHONE]: How can I help you?

- Got a name? - Hey, director, how--?

- Name, Abby. - Viggo Drantyev.

Viggo as in Mortensen and Drantyev as in

Drantyev.

Background?

He flew in from Moscow three days ago, solo,

rented a car, checked into the Excelsior Hotel,

and then checked out early this morning.

- That's not background. - That's all I have.

Viggo Drantyev didn't exist until three days ago,

and he doesn't anymore.

- A burn alias. - Yeah, and a damn good one.

Totally untraceable, which is impressive these days.

Whoever this guy is, he must have friends in high places,

like nosebleed.

- Anything else? - Nope.

You want McGee to put out a BOLO?

No. Erase the search.

What search?

So Drantyev hits town,

and before sundown, your boy Decker is dead.

Not enough for a conviction.

- Enough for me. - Who is he?

You don't know.

I know who sent him, and I know who he's after.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

[EXHALING]

One, two, three. Breathe, damn it, breathe!

I don't recall shouting being one of the instructions, Mr. Palmer.

Sorry, doctor, I guess I got a little carried away.

PALMER: One, two, three-- DUCKY: Hello, Jethro.

- New girlfriend? DUCKY: No, CPR recertifications.

Work has been sufficiently slow lately for me to be able to update them.

Ooh. When can I put your name on the list?

Not today.

Give us a minute, please, Mr. Palmer.

Yeah.

DUCKY: Annie can stay.

[MANNEQUIN HITS FLOOR]

I know that look, Jethro.

I'm afraid I'm all out of secrets.

You read the autopsy report on the Grenouille murder?

- Yes, what about it? - Anything bug you?

Well, normally, I am very bugged

when a person is shot at a point-blank range in the head.

But in this case, despite the man's charm,

I am willing to make an exception.

Is that a no?

Well, pathologically, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

A single bullet entered René's frontal lobe,

causing catastrophic cerebral haemorrhaging

that resulted in almost instantaneous death.

- Yeah. Yeah, I read that. - Then you know as much as I do.

Jethro.

I had the impression this case was closed.

- It is. - Then why all the digging?

What are you hoping to find?

GIBBS: Answers, Duck.

There's a reason why sleeping dogs are left to lie, Jethro.

- California. - There it is, the director's rental.

Well, what can I tell you, kid? When you're right, you're right.

ZIVA: The car seems fine. TONY: Yes, it does.

Now can we get the hell out of here?

Yeah, that's a good idea. We should stay here,

wait for the director to catch us snooping.

- What is she doing here? - You mean, "Who is she doing?"

You heard that guy on the phone. She's probably at his hotel.

Now you're making some sense.

Where to, miss? Rodeo Drive? Venice Beach?

Our hotel, or I file kidnapping charges.

[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

[TYRES SCREECH]

TONY: This is not good.

Let me handle this, okay?

COP: Hey, you can't come up in here. - NCIS. What's going on?

Fatality.

Looks like she fell.

My kind of place.

[CAR DOORS CLOSE]

MIKE: I'm not much of a people person. - I noticed.

It's not that I don't like them. They never seem to like me.

Decker didn't have that problem.

Then why is he dead?

Better save that for the guy that killed Decker.

- You might need it. - First we have to find him.

If he knows about Decker's insurance policy,

he'll find us.

MONROE: There's no obvious signs of foul play.

Depends what you mean by "obvious."

- She is dead. - You said she buried her boytriend.

Well, she'd obviously, you know, been hitting the bottle.

- She could've fallen or jumped. - Or was pushed.

- You know something I don't? - No, she's just-- It's, you know--

Will you give us a second? Excuse me.

- What are you doing? - Leave the director out of this.

- The director's car is right there. - Yeah, there are 50 cars right there.

Well, I'm not providing security detail for those 50 others.

Sasha's been dead for two hours.

We talked to the director 20 minutes ago, she said everything was fine.

- Probably just a coincidence. - You don't really believe that, do you?

No.

[SQUEAKING]

Uh...

- This is not what it looks like, Gibbs. - CPR.

Oh. So I guess it's exactly what it looks like.

- Ducky wanted us-- - I know.

Right.

So, what brings the almighty Gibbs to my humble lab?

- The Frog. - Sorry I asked.

I thought that case was closed.

Shell casings contain a variety of useful data points.

The first one

is this indentation caused by the firing pin.

Its position narrows down the list of possible firearms.

Can you tie it to a specific gun?

Yup, in 2010.

That's when the manufacturers will be required by law

to microstamp a serial number onto the firing pin.

- Today, Abs. - Well, it depends on who you ask.

I'm asking you.

ABBY: Okay, the second data point is this.

It's a breechblock pattern around the back of the shell casing

that comes from the concussive force of the gun firing.

It won't let you say definitively if a particular gun was used,

but it can rule a gun out.

This is interesting.

[TYPING]

ABBY: That scratch.

It could be an ejector impression from when the spent case was ejected.

Or it could have come from a slight defect in the gun clip.

I mean, I couldn't really say for sure without inspecting the clip,

but either way, I doubt it's definitive enough

to be admissible in court.

I know. I have a really bad feeling too.

Why didn't you stop me?

MIKE: Thought you knew where this insurance policy was.

I never said I knew, Decker said I did.

And stop looking at my ass.

Not much else to look at.

Course, it might help if you were to tell me what I was looking for.

Decker knew that someone was after him,

and he knew why.

Your mystery op.

Any useful insurance policy would contain names.

- Viggo. - Real names.

Targets, dates, plus operational blueprints, photos.

We got plenty of those.

JEN: These dates are wrong.

Do you have a pen?

This is Decker's retirement party in 2007.

Crime analysts' conference, '02.

September 18th, 2004.

Hopkins-De La Hoya.

JEN: This is some kind of code.

Bank routing number? Too long for a cash account.

Safe deposit box?

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Ziva. Again.

If you don't answer it, they're gonna call in the SWAT team.

This better be World War Ill, Officer David.

Sasha Gordon is dead.

- What happened? - L.A.P.D.'s still investigating.

It appears that she broke her neck in a fall.

Director, she was found

less than a hundred metres away from your vehicle.

- Where are you? - When?

TONY: Three hours ago.

ZIVA: Director, we were assigned to protect you.

This is not just a coincidence. Where are you?

I don't appreciate your tone, Officer David.

And despite what Special Agent Gibbs may have told you,

coincidences do exist, and that is what we have here.

ZIVA: Okay, but I-- - I'm fine.

There's nothing to worry about.

I'll meet you later to take the redeye flight home.

Good news?

Not for Sasha.

- That went well. - The director's lying. She is not fine.

- Why would she lie? - Maybe she was forced.

- Did she use the duress word? - No.

Well, then there you go.

If someone had a gun to her head, she would use the duress word.

Tony, there is something going on here.

How can you not--?

You do see it. You just don't wanna get involved.

She doesn't want us involved.

If there's one thing I've learned about the director's wars

it's that it's best to stay away, for her and for us.

She's a big girl, she can take care of herself.

Besides, it probably is a coincidence anyway,

and she's behind one of those expensive windows,

munching on overpriced cashews courtesy of Mr. Out-of-Town.

I told Sasha to leave town.

Probably went back to her apartment to grab a few things.

If Viggo got to her, we have to assume she talked.

He knows about us.

- And this place. - And Decker's insurance policy.

Guess he's gonna be on his way.

- If we leave now... - You can go.

I'm staying. This ends here.

You're gonna need a clean one.

TONY: Gibbs. ZIVA: We should call him.

But we're not going to.

[ENGINE STARTS THEN STOPS]

He would want us to.

- Would he? - Of course. They were partners.

If the director was in trouble, he would--

We do not know that she is in trouble.

- Okay, I'll give you that one. - Hmm.

But you wanna be the one to tell Gibbs we let the director out of our sight?

Good point.

But it's a risk we have to take.

Or we compromise.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Agent McGee. TONY: What took you so long?

Were you sitting at my desk?

- No. TONY: You're lying.

- Tony, what do you want? ZIVA: Your advice.

- You lost the director, didn't you? - No.

McGEE: Now you're lying. - You were sitting at my desk.

We did not lose the director, we just-- We just don't know where she is.

Gibbs is gonna kill you guys.

All right, calm down, McGee. Don't get your panties in a twist.

We just talked to her. She said she's fine.

She just said she needed a little alone time.

We're just worried she might be under duress.

Did she use the duress word?

- No. - Oh.

- Well, then she probably is fine. - Thank you.

- The great McOz has spoken. - I need you to trace her cell.

Wait, you want me to trace the director's cell?

- Forget it. ZIVA: Gibbs is not gonna like that.

But I thought you said you weren't gonna call him.

We won't if you trace her cell.

Do it, McGee.

If we figure out she's at the Farmer's Daughter Motel

with some guy, then we'll just call it a day.

All right, pulling up the director's ESN number.

McGEE: Pinging all towers in the L.A. area.

No hits.

Expand the search.

Still no hits. Must have her phone turned off.

I can, however, tell you where she made her last call from.

Just off the 14, about 35 miles into the Mojave Desert.

- Fifty miles away from her car. - You got an exact location?

- I'll work on it. - Let us know.

[ENGINE STARTS]

- This is not a good idea. - Humour me.

You always clean your gun before a fight?

It's not my gun.

You always sit on your ass before one?

[CHUCKLES]

What should I be doing?

Assessing our situation.

Did you read that in the manual?

Deadbolt, Schlage, same lock as the front.

Wood-frame, stucco exterior, lath and plaster walls,

stone in the rear.

If they don't come too heavy, it should provide adequate cover.

Situation assessed.

JEN: I never said thanks.

Thank me later.

When I first heard that Decker died of a heart attack,

I was relieved.

Gibbs did say you were complicated.

Relieved because I always knew

that there was a chance this could come back to haunt us.

And it's my fault.

I made some choices I'm not particularly proud of.

We all have.

Even Gibbs?

He let you go.

No, he didn't.

He didn't fit into my five-point plan.

Back to choices. You made your bed.

What if I don't wanna sleep in it?

Huh.

Gibbs know?

Would it make a difference?

- He came back, didn't he? - He came back for the job.

Well, that would explain all the conversations we had on my boat.

You know, about the job.

You're still young.

You got plenty of time to make right.

We could have made it.

The needle is below E. E stands for "empty."

We have less than empty.

- We don't even know where it is. - We could have made it.

[IN UNISON] What?

[CHUCKLES]

- Why not try to make yourself useful? - What?

I said, why don't you make yourself useful?

What do you want me to do? Hold your nozzle?

Get us a map.

Some white powdered donuts. And some Blue Ice Gatorade.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

You better have my coordinates.

Even better, I got an address. Did some checking.

Turns out Decker has a little diner in the desert.

- I can place Jenny's call to within-- - What's the address?

- Just sent it to your PDA. - You deserve a probie snack.

Get yourself one, but not from my desk.

Use the vending machine.

[SIGHS]

[GUN COCKS]

Might be hard to believe, but I was in love once.

Her name was Maggie. She had it all.

Quick as a fox, great curves. I trusted her with my life.

What happened?

Traded her for a Harley when the transmission blew.

[CHUCKLES]

You know, when I asked you if Gibbs knew,

I wasn't talking about your feelings for him.

I was asking you if he knew you were sick.

You gonna lie to me now?

What makes you think I'm sick?

A person gets a look in their eye when time's running out.

You're not that good.

[CHUCKLES]

- Found your pills. - You went through my purse?

Your purse and your cell phone and your glove box.

- Just being thorough? - You blame me?

Gibbs doesn't know.

What are you waiting for?

Good question.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]

[TYRES SQUEALING]

[MUSIC STOPS]

[SCREAMS]

- What? - "Turn at the giant cactus," right?

That is what he said.

[ENGINE STARTS, MUSIC RESUMES]

JEN: I found some tea. - What kind?

- Does it matter? - I only drink lemongrass.

You just don't strike me as a tea-drinking kind of guy.

And people say I don't open up.

Well, no water, so, so much for the tea.

I spotted a water tank out back.

- I'll go. - Ah. Let me.

I've gotta hit the head again anyway.

You're up.

[SIGHS]

GIBBS:if the weapon was loaded and I wasn't here,

would you have pulled the trigger?

JEN: Thought you might want this back.

[GUNS COCKING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]

ZIVA: There it is.

Look. I have seen that SUV before.

Gas station.

You still believe the director is on one of your booty calls?

Well, if there's a sock on the doorknob, you're knocking.

You're in.

TONY: Clear.

Tony.

[INHALES SHARPLY]

[RINGING]

GIBBS [OVER PHONE]: Jenny?

Jenny, you there?