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[GASPING]

Crap.

[BELL BUzzlNG]

You gotta be kidding me.

Hello?

I'm from next door. I locked myself out.

Uh, I just need you to call the front desk.

Hello?

Holy mother of God.

- Ziva, I am not secretive. - Did you hear that, Tony?

McGee just said he's not secretive.

- Mm. Let's see. Wrote a novel. - Didn't tell us.

- Got published. - Didn't tell us.

Made substantial amounts of money.

- Hmm. Didn't tell us. - Anything else?

- Bought a Porsche. - Didn't tell us.

See how people might think there was a pattern

- of secretive behaviour emerging here? - Look, I might have been hiding stuff.

- But it was not secretive. It was just-- - Deceptive?

- Sneaky? - Self-preservation.

If I told you guys, you would have laughed at me.

- True. - True.

Besides, everyone has secrets.

- I bet you two have some doozies. - No.

Ha!

"Ha"? What "ha"? I said no.

- You said no too quickly. - He did, didn't he?

ZIVA: What dark, dirty little secrets do you have

that are making you so uncomfortable?

Does she have a name?

MAN [OVER MONITOR]: Lieutenant Rana Shaheen.

Her death is a real loss to the Marines.

GIBBS: Marines Corps Intelligence?

Three years. I've personally known her for two.

She's an interpreter.

Born in Kuwait, emigrated when she was a kid.

Working on anything sensitive?

RAINES: Just routine.

Nothing classified since we got back from Iraq.

- Ironic, isn't it? - You last saw her Friday?

She said she was going to the country for the weekend. Didn't say where.

I got the impression she was going to meet someone.

McGEE: Edenvale.

- Where the hell is Edenvale? - Keep scrolling, probie.

McGEE: I'm scrolling. I'm telling you, I can't find it.

TONY: Not on the map.

Boondocks.

TONY: Boondocks, boss. - Pack a toothbrush.

What are boondocks?

[HUMMING "DUELING BANJOS"]

Don't get a lot of murders out here in Edenvale, Agent Gibbs. Heh.

Got the whole town talking. Heh.

Well, if you all wanna come inside, I've set up the conference room for you.

Crime scene first, sheriff.

Uh, that'd be the Edenvale Motel. U.S. 29. Ten-minute drive.

Not much to see out there, though.

Except the crime scene.

Well, yeah. Room 8.

Shot twice in the chest.

Bled out under the door.

Sheriff, the sooner we get to work on the body,

the sooner we'll be out of your way.

You wanna work on the body?

Preliminary examination.

I'll do the autopsy back at D.C.

Agent Gibbs, uh,

I think we have what you might call a breakdown in communications.

She was found three days ago.

Booked in under a false name.

Paid cash. No pocketbook, no driver's licence, no vehicle.

Took the best part of two days

to get her prints to Washington and processed.

As soon as we found out she was a Marine, we called you.

By that time, Harry had done the autopsy.

Harry Lawson. Coroner.

He's a good man.

Well, I'll bet he is.

Well, he's also the funeral director and owns the furniture store.

Old country tradition.

What about the crime scene, sheriff?

- Turned back to the motel. - Cleaned up.

BARRETT: And I'm guessing already occupied.

- Evidence? - Oh, yeah. Got plenty of that.

You'll wanna talk to Ruby.

RUBY: if it was loose, I bagged it.

Hairs, fibres, shell casing, gum wrappers, used tissues, uh,

even an old French fry the cleaning lady must have missed.

It was right up under the headboard, anybody would have missed it.

McGEE: Hmm. RUBY: Um,

everything's been tagged, numbered, indexed and photographed.

I did the indexing by hand on account of the printer not working.

Blood samples?

I took multiples, sent some to the lab, kept the rest as backup.

Oh. Oh.

Sorry. My fault.

RUBY: It does that all the time.

Well, that's everything.

Um, except one teeny, tiny little thing.

She was shot twice, but I could only find one shell casing.

- Maybe he picked it up. - Yeah, maybe.

GIBBS: You said you have an office we could use?

[BARRETT SIGHS]

BARRETT: Here you go.

Home sweet home. Hmm.

I'll stir up some coffee for you.

Oh, uh, we do have a suspect.

When were you gonna tell me that?

Well, I'm telling you now.

- Tyler? TYLER: Yeah?

Bring me that suspect's file, would you?

The victim made one phone call from the motel.

Local guy by the name of Masoud Tariq.

Only been in town a few months.

- He's an Iraqi. - Same as the victim.

She's from Kuwait, actually.

- And where are you from? - The city.

Well, unfortunately, this guy Masoud Tariq, he's disappeared.

So I got a search warrant.

We found her lipstick in his living room.

Ruby got a fingerprint match.

Now, we've got a BOLO out for him, but he's got a couple days' start.

When he comes back, we'll catch him.

If you need anything else, you just holler.

You see their nameplates? Both Barretts.

- Brothers? - Cousins?

Boondocks.

I'll take the body back to D.C., Jethro.

But I'm afraid we're gonna have to rely on this autopsy report.

- Can't do another one? - Well, if I think it's necessary.

But there'll be so much missing that you can't get back.

Blood patterns, position of the body,

and of course you'll be missing all the usual pieces

that have gone off for testing.

She comes down from D.C. for the weekend,

books into a motel under a false name,

pays cash and calls a man.

- Jealous spouse? ZIVA: She's not married.

Neither was he. Moved here six months ago.

Which is about the time Lieutenant Shaheen got back from Iraq.

Nice timing.

DiNozzo, ride back with Ducky.

Talk to Lieutenant Shaheen's commanding officer.

Find out what she was working on.

Okay, back to the big city, suits me, boss.

I got the boondock blues already.

GIBBS: McGee. - Boss.

Crime scene.

- Take that forensic woman with you. - Ruby.

Ruby. Yeah.

Ruby.

Check her methodology. See what she missed.

Maybe she didn't miss anything.

Right.

GIBBS: What do you need, Duck?

Just the body.

That leaves you and me with Masoud Tariq.

ZIVA: Sleepy.

GIBBS: Not quite.

That's Daryl Hardy.

The sort of nosy neighbour gives small towns a bad name.

Thinks Tariq is a terrorist.

Like a terrorist would ever come live in a town like ours.

ZIVA: He file complaints?

BARRETT: Nothing ever amounted to anything.

Just spread bad feelings among people, is all.

Tariq kept out of trouble. Paid his bills, obeyed the law.

At least up until now.

ZIVA: We're being watched.

That kind of town.

Lacking a woman's touch?

Wouldn't know.

[BARRETT SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Wanna take mine?

You know, I didn't mean anything by what I said earlier.

Yes, you did.

You find something?

The sooner you leave me alone, the sooner I'll know.

Well, I guess the photo can wait, huh?

Gibbs?

I think someone's been making modifications.

- Diesel fuel? - And a positive indicator of nitrates.

Probably ammonium nitrate.

Mix with diesel oil and all you have to do is add a detonator

and a cell phone if you want to set it off remotely.

I think we just found ourselves a bomb factory.

[CHATTERING]

ZIVA: I thought the local constabulary searched the house.

Not for a bomb factory.

Hard to miss.

Maybe the neighbours were more observant.

HARDY: You from Washington?

Special Agent Gibbs. NCIS.

NCIS. That like the FBI?

Navy and Marines' version.

HARDY: About time.

You found something.

- Maybe. - Mm-hm.

I knew it.

Sheriff didn't wanna know.

No one did.

It's one of them sleeper cells they warn us about on the news, ain't it?

What makes you think that?

I don't think it. I know it.

Wait there.

Waste of time giving it to that son of a B.

Here.

Good luck.

Nice neighbour?

He thinks he uncovered a sleeper cell.

Does he have proof?

Maybe.

Send it to Abby.

TONY: So, what's your, uh, biggest secret? Shock me.

When I was 11 years old, I had a paper route. And I got sick of it.

So I hid all the papers and then I only delivered wet ones

to people that complained.

- That was you? - Heh.

No, I mean, like a certain probie

who secretly wrote a not-so-secret bestseller.

Oh, you mean like a MOAS.

- Like a mother-of-all-secrets. - Yeah.

Everybody has one. I'm not gonna tell you mine.

- What's yours? - Ha! Nice try.

I'm sitting on my MOAS.

I thought there was only one shooter.

So did the boondock probie.

ABBY: They look markedly different. TONY:Maybe she was wrong.

Well, find out soon enough.

How do you live with the mother-of-all-secrets?

You don't. I mean, it consumes you.

It eats you like a cancer from the inside.

First there's the guilt,

and then there's the excruciating urge to blab your secret,

although you know that it's gonna spell your doom.

- Have you gotten to that stage yet? - Heh. Heh.

No. This is a hypothetical situation we're talking about.

Still in the guilt stage, huh?

And then, you know, eventually you can't take it anymore.

It drives you insane. So you blab your secret to your best friend

or your mother or your lover and it sets you free.

- It does? - Yeah.

Of course, you lose all your friends and your family.

Maybe even your job, depending on what the secret is, but yeah.

Great.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

Masoud Tariq has another name. Wasim Al Fulani.

Oh, this is bad.

He was in the Republican Guard.

Yeah, it's a long way from Baghdad to Edenvale.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

I hate giving Gibbs bad news.

Yeah, got it.

TONY [ON PHONE]: He dropped off the planet like two years ago.

Ziva just sent over photos of two men with Tariq.

Both Middle Eastern. Same deal.

Masoud Tariq is an alias.

His real name is Wasim Al Fulani.

Former captain, Republican Guard.

Disappeared off the radar two years ago.

Hmm. We know where he's been the past six months.

Just need to figure out where he is now.

Yeah. And whether he packed a bag.

Okay, thanks for the bad news.

Yeah, bye.

They found explosive residue in Tariq's garage.

- That's not good. - Yeah.

I dusted for prints in that garage.

Well, sometimes we miss things.

Like that second shell casing we still can't find, and probably never will?

This was my first.

- First...? - Murder.

I'd only ever done break-ins and stolen cars.

We get a lot of stolen cars in Edenvale.

I bet.

I was so excited.

My first murder. I mean, it's sad and everything, but--

Ah, it's okay to be excited. Helps us do our job.

Well, it sure didn't help me, did it?

Look, you might have missed something, okay?

But next time you might see something that someone else doesn't.

And they might see something that you don't.

You can't do it all. Can't be right every time, Ruby.

I'd settle for just once.

[LAUGHING]

I never thought I'd see a grown man so happy to break a hundred.

This coming from the girl who rolled an 86.

Eighty-nine.

Whatever.

- Competitive. I like it. - Oh.

- I have a question to ask you. - Yeah?

What are the chances of my sneaking you away for a little dinner?

Two of the interns called in sick, so...

Ooh. That's not good.

Well, you look cold and we can't have you getting sick.

- Mm-hm. - It's a little chilly.

And it's a good thing that I am prepared.

[LAUGHS]

[SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]

What are you doing?

Um...

- It's easier than it looks. - Yeah, okay.

- This is not a sundial. - Ha, ha.

[TONY HUMMING AND JEANNE LAUGHING]

TONY: There we go.

What is all this?

[IN ITALIAN ACCENT] This, Miss Benoit,

is penne å la DiNardo.

I don't know what to say.

[IN NORMAL VOICE] Well, you could say:

"Grazie, you're a god among men, a prince among thieves..."

This is like a scene from an old movie.

Wait a second. Is this a scene from an old movie?

Uh... Well, that really depends.

On?

Have you ever seen Strangers in the Night with Cary Grant?

- I don't think so. - Then no.

This is a completely original idea that I came up with all by myself.

[LAUGHING]

That's not even close, Abigail.

- Shalom. GIBBS: Good morning.

- You brew that in your room? - Yeah.

You know, it's not even real coffee.

- It's coffee. - I read the label.

Roasted chicory, whatever that is.

It's a flower. It's got a taproot like a dandelion.

Dried and roasted, it makes a cheap coffee substitute.

That's what you're drinking.

Cheap motel coffee substitute.

That smell like a cheap coffee substitute?

- Well, you brew it in your room. - Well, yes, I did.

With my own grind that I brought from home.

You bring your own coffee grind on investigations?

Only on overnighters.

- Did you hear from Tony last night? - No.

How about this morning?

The only reason I'm asking is because I called him last night to update him

and he didn't pick up the phone.

He didn't answer this morning either.

Ah. You two got married and didn't tell me.

No.

I know this may sound a bit strange coming from me, but--

More than a bit, Ziva.

- He's my partner, and I'm concerned. - Yeah, okay. So?

You sent him back for other reasons than to question

Lieutenant Shaheen's commanding officer.

Did I miss the announcement?

No, I was not made director of NCIS.

I was thinking more like Secretary of the Navy,

because the director of NCIS would know damn well

not to ask me such a stupid question.

Look, Tony's been very secretive lately.

And for a man who can't keep what he had for breakfast a secret,

I think it's scary.

What's scary is your persistence.

Sorry.

So the only reason you sent him back was what you said--

Ow!

DUCKY: Mm.

- Can I talk bullets? - No, you can't.

But you can listen to me talk bullets.

Now, the first bullet, bullet A--

Yes, that's it.

It penetrated the body here, just below the rib cage.

All soft tissue, no bone.

But once it punched through the skin, it stopped.

No kinetic energy.

Unlike bullet B--

Yeah, that's the little devil. --which according to this,

punched right through the sternum,

gouged its way through the heart muscle,

took a chip out of the eighth thoracic vertebra,

and finally sputtered to a stop

in Lieutenant Shaheen's right latissimus dorsi.

In other words, it did exactly what it was designed to do,

in all its brutal efficiency.

Which begs the question, Abby.

How were they fired from the same weapon?

Yeah. One high velocity, one low velocity.

I was thinking, could it be a ricochet?

No. There were no layer deposits on the slug, so it didn't hit anything.

- Ah. - And their weight

and lead composition's the same.

- But it's almost as if... - It was fired from another weapon.

And if it was a revolver, that would explain finding only one casing.

Two weapons means two shooters, Duck.

I don't think Gibbs is gonna appreciate me doubling his workload.

BARRETT: Good morning.

So are you gonna call them, or will I?

The FBI.

I'm beginning to think Daryl Hardy was right after all.

- Still NCIS jurisdiction. - Mm-hm.

Until he sets off a bomb in the local mall.

That'd be a good time for it to be someone else's jurisdiction,

wouldn't you say?

That's him. That's Tariq.

Stop right there.

Cease fire.

Hey.

Cease fire. Put it down.

[TARIQ GRUNTING]

[CHATTERING]

WOMAN 1 [OVER PA]: Dr. Avery, pick up 6922.

WOMAN 2: It's lucky he wasn't killed. WOMAN 1 : Dr. Avery, 6922.

McGEE: Hey. It's a circus out there.

Every deputy in the county is in the ER, the building, or the parking lot.

Everyone loves a shooting.

Except the shootee.

- Is that a word? - Sounds like a word.

- Do you want a spell? - S-H-0-0-T-E-E.

No, no, no. Uh, spell as in rest.

ZIVA: Oh, no, thank you.

Hey.

They're gonna hold him for a couple hours,

then we're moving him back to D.C.

Check his clothes and the pickup for explosive residue.

I can get Ruby to help.

Or not.

- Did you shoot me? - No.

- Did she? - No.

- Sheriff Barrett? - Possibly.

- His brother? - Probably.

Why'd you run?

In Baghdad, when you see men with guns, you go the other way.

It's what you do.

You all seemed very eager to shoot me.

You were armed.

You couldn't see it.

And it was unloaded.

Where have you been for the past four days?

Deer hunting. Mm.

Rana Shaheen was shot dead over the weekend.

Right after she came to see you in your house.

Of course.

That means I must be a murderer.

At least in this town.

I'm curious, what else are they accusing me of?

We found traces of explosives in your garage.

So now I'm the monster that scares them at night.

Al Qaeda come to kill them.

Do you believe this?

I don't know what to believe, Wasim Al Fulani.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Lab. - Give me some good news, Abby.

I'm not pregnant.

Too much information.

Just kidding. Not that there's anything wrong with being pregnant.

It doesn't mean that I'm trying, you know.

Even if I were trying, it doesn't mean I know anybody I would try with.

- Am I being trying, Gibbs? - Affirmative.

My guess is you wanna know about the guys in the photos.

Well, that's a good guess, Abby.

Well, don't hold your breath.

They're three-quarter profiles, no full face. Not good for a match.

- I think we're out of luck. - Evidence turning up anything?

Um...

I'm beginning to think that she was shot with two different weapons.

They're both 9 mils, but I can't match the slugs.

And Ducky said they hit the body at two different velocities.

Like really different. Like the difference between a howitzer and a BB gun.

Maybe not that different, but Ducky's really puzzled about it too.

- There were two different shooters? - Maybe.

Or maybe not. You know, I haven't figured it out yet.

- When you do, Abs...? - You will be the first to know.

Technically, you'll be the second to know

because I'm doing the testing. But you will be the second to know.

[PHONE CLICKS THEN DIAL TONE]

Gibbs?

RAINES [OVER MONITOR]: We don't open these files to just anyone.

I guess NCIS isn't just anyone.

Lieutenant Shaheen had a certain amount of autonomy, Agent DiNozzo.

Sounds like a Marine covering his butt.

Marine officers don't cover their butts.

I've uploaded the files on the work we did in Iraq.

Code name was Operation Cauldron.

Classification?

Top-secret, strictly a need-to-know basis.

Lieutenant Shaheen was one of the best I had.

You find who did this.

Working on it.

Do you have any more indicator spray?

I hope this doesn't count as helping you.

- I'd hate to get you in trouble. - Thanks.

I bet he didn't even read my evidence report.

Did you read my evidence report?

Sorry. Not yet.

Not ever.

I promise I will read your evidence report.

Oh, what? And grade me?

I'm sorry that you're not allowed to help me.

- It's just... - He doesn't trust me.

Well, see, he would if he got to know you.

It's just, um-- He's hard to get to know.

Make sure you do inside his trouser pockets.

People put their hands in their pockets to get their keys

and the explosive residue rubs off.

I'm gonna read your evidence report.

I promise.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Yeah. Gibbs. TONY [ON PHONE]: Hey, boss.

Lieutenant Shaheen worked on Operation Cauldron in Iraq.

In return for high-quality intel about terrorist bombers,

Uncle Sam relocated informants to the U.S.

Kind of a witness-relocation deal for born-again bad guys.

Anyway, Wasim Al Fulani was one of them.

Relocated here six months ago.

New name, passport, whole nine yards.

Lieutenant Shaheen was his case officer.

Yeah. And there's something else.

Two other guys relocated at the same time.

But their computer files have been deleted.

- Hard copies? - Both unaccounted for.

Last person to sign them out was Lieutenant Shaheen,

- and you'll never guess when. - The day she went to Edenvale.

You guessed.

You're a Jew.

- Yes. - Israeli?

Mossad, then.

I'm working with NCIS.

So yes.

So now I am as suspicious of you as you are of me.

Hmm.

Is it always going to be this way?

At least in our lifetime.

TYLER: Mm.

Cosy.

ZIVA: Can I help you?

You know,

a couple more inches to your right

and our martyr here could've been living it up with all those vestal virgins.

You know, it truly is a screwed-up religion

where you gotta blow yourself up just to get lucky.

Aah! Ow! Aah! Aah!

When you insult his religion, you insult mine and your own.

Tell him you're sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Aah! - I don't think he heard you.

I'm sorry.

Apology accepted.

[ZIVA CHUCKLES]

TYLER: Aah. Aah.

Is there a problem?

ZIVA: I was telling the deputy here where the bathroom was.

I know about Operation Cauldron.

Good. Then you know that I'm not in your country illegally.

Lieutenant Shaheen was your case officer.

Yes. She was the only American I ever met whom I trusted.

ZIVA: So you kept in touch with her? TARIQ: No, it was forbidden.

I gave them information, they gave me a new life.

- She came to visit you. TARIQ: I did not invite her.

Why did she come?

An unmarried woman visiting a Muslim man's home?

- No, it was not for that. - So you were disappointed.

That's why you followed her back to the motel.

- No. GIBBS: Maybe she saw something

in your garage you didn't want her to see.

A bomb, perhaps, Agent Gibbs?

Explosives. Somebody put them there.

Not me.

Why don't you go talk to Mr. Hardy, my good neighbour?

Maybe he put them there or saw who did.

My wife and daughter were killed buying fruit

in a Baghdad market, Agent Gibbs.

I've seen enough bombs.

That's why I did what I did.

That's why I left.

Boss, you got a minute?

I found something.

Doesn't look like explosive residue, McGee.

Well, it's Ruby's. She uses a red fluorescent powder to dust for prints.

- So? - So we don't.

The only way this could've gotten on the back of the phone

is if it was planted after she dusted for prints.

Someone's setting him up, boss.

BARRETT: I don't like what you're getting at.

You have a better explanation?

People like living here. They go to church on Sundays

and they obey the law. Mostly.

And they believe every person, even a stranger,

is guilty until proven innocent.

You mean innocent until proven guilty.

Yeah, well, that's the way it used to be, before--

Masoud arrived?

Before everyone got so damn scared.

Well, then you know why I asked the question.

Look.

Half the town would have planted those explosives to get rid of Masoud.

Half the town didn't have a key to his house.

- The house was leased. - The owner.

Martha Hollingway. Eighty-four years old.

- Unlikely. - Who else had access to it?

Oh, my Lord.

Oh...

You think I killed her?

Did you?

I was the radio officer the night she was murdered.

I didn't leave the comms room the whole night.

- Tell him, Tom. - It's true.

You big-time Washington, D.C., guys, you blow in here so smart,

think you got all the answers.

You don't know squat about this town.

Educate us.

Everyone knows he did it.

Nobody's trusted this guy since the moment he got here.

She was at his house.

Maybe they were getting it on, they had a fight. Who knows?

Or maybe-- Maybe she figured out what he was really up to.

Making bombs?

Didn't surprise me.

Our country is at war.

Alert level orange, in case you happened to not notice.

We are told to keep an eye on people

who are behaving suspiciously.

I was doing my job.

I told you we needed to keep a better eye on that Iraqi.

You never listen to me.

Is that why you planted the explosives?

- I didn't plant any explosives. GIBBS: McGee.

Deputy, please take off your trousers.

[SCOFFS]

You know what? Screw you, McGee.

Tyler.

If you prefer, I can get Officer David to take them off for you.

Guess that's not your favourite colour.

I was just getting him before he got us.

It's too bad you weren't getting Lieutenant Shaheen's killer.

Tom, this is outrageous. I've just been humiliated here in front of everybody.

BARRETT: I understand. It's not about that.

That's the least of your problems.

Doctors released Masoud. He's in the car.

GIBBS: Hey, McGee.

Yeah, ready to roll, boss.

- Hey. - Hi.

Uh, you're leaving?

Yeah, back to D.C.

Thank you for your help.

Yeah, some help I was.

No, no, no. You were. Honestly.

We, uh, found some bomb residue on the deputy's pants.

Same pocket where he keeps his keys.

Um...

I, uh, have your report.

I will read it. I promise.

Bye, McGee.

Bye.

Well, no one could ride Blackie.

He was a warm blood, stood 18 hands at the withers.

I don't know what I measure at the withers.

We can measure me tonight.

What time do you get off?

[ELEVATOR BELL RINGS]

Uh...

I gotta go. I'll see you then.

Do you have a tape measure at your place? Good.

McGEE: Hey. TONY: Hey.

Taking calls again?

Never stopped, boss.

Why, did I miss your call?

GIBBS: No, not mine.

- What'd you find out about Masoud? TONY: This guy was good, boss.

Gave the Marines some hard intel. IED factories, weapons caches,

and the names of more than 50 bad boys.

He deserves a medal.

He got a U.S. passport instead.

What about the other two who relocated with him?

Yeah, low-level stuff, mostly. Nothing to get excited about.

A couple of names, weapons cache.

But good old Uncle Sam gave them both passports anyway.

He's ready, Gibbs.

- DiNozzo, run these plates. - Sure thing, boss.

Why didn't you answer my calls?

Gibbs just asked me that. I think I had it on silent.

Your other phone is never on silent. Hmm?

Don't tell me, probie. Let me guess.

Research for the next book?

No, it's Ruby's evidence report.

Ah. Another work of fiction, then.

If it is, she's a better writer than I am.

Probie, I have a pimple on my left buttock

that is a better writer than you are.

Ruby, it's McGee.

- You need to get to Washington. RUBY [ON PHONE]: I do? When?

Now.

GIBBS: Why did Lieutenant Shaheen come to you?

She was investigating someone.

Who?

Two Iraqi men who relocated with me.

I didn't meet them until I left Baghdad. They were on the same flight.

When did you last see them?

Lieutenant Shaheen asked me precisely the same question.

Edenvale, two weeks ago.

GIBBS: This them?

Yes.

They were very nervous.

They wanted to know what information I passed on

to the Marines in Baghdad.

You told them?

No, I lied.

I told them I gave them bad information.

They believed me.

They said they had passed on bad information too.

Why did you lie?

Because I trust no one, Agent Gibbs.

Why was Lieutenant Shaheen investigating them?

She wouldn't tell me.

Names.

I don't know.

Did these men kill Lieutenant Shaheen, Agent Gibbs?

Yeah, I got it. Thanks.

Hey, Major Raines gave us their names, boss.

Asad Al Qutaji and Youssef Zidan.

They're sharing a house in Washington.

No record of employment since they arrived.

Abby thinks there could have been two shooters.

- Get Major Raines in here. TONY: Already on his way.

- McGee. ABBY [ON PHONE]: Get down here.

I think Ruby solved our bullets.

Thanks.

Boss, I think there's something you need to see.

It was in the report, only no one read it.

What report?

Ruby's report. She just got here. Hey, Ruby.

Hi, Agent Gibbs.

Uh, bear with us here for a second.

- You're gonna love this, Gibbs. TONY: Ready?

Okay. So the shell casing I collected from the crime scene

had quite a lot of undischarged powder in it.

It was all kind of clogged inside. So I did a test.

This is the same amount of powder found in a normal 9 mm shell.

And this is similar to the powder I found in our shell casing.

A bit like my last boytriend.

The powder was degraded by some type of oil.

The first round didn't even leave the barrel,

so he fired again.

The second round hit the first, and they both left the barrel in tandem.

Which is why the first round was at low velocity

and the second round was all mashed up and unrecognizable.

I'm surprised the barrel didn't rupture.

Maybe it did.

Not two weapons, boss, just one.

One weapon. One shooter.

That's good work.

Tell DiNozzo I need another search warrant.

Agent Gibbs.

Oh, thanks for coming, major.

Have a seat.

RAINES: I came down to give you what I could.

- Their files are missing. - Oh, I know where they are.

- You do? - Lieutenant Shaheen's briefcase.

- You found it? - Not yet.

Bad luck.

Not for you.

I'm sorry?

Operation Cauldron relocated three Iraqi men

from Baghdad to the United States after they supplied intelligence

- on the insurgency in Baghdad. - That's right.

Masoud Tariq gave you first-class intelligence.

In comparison, the other ones gave you far less, major.

But they still came to America.

- Lieutenant Shaheen-- - Wasn't investigating them.

She was investigating you.

How much did they pay you for their new life in America?

I don't know what you're talking about, Agent Gibbs.

For an intelligence officer, you're not very intelligent.

GIBBS: What's your licence plate number?

I drive a Pentagon car.

Kilo-Echo-47139.

You signed it out last Friday.

Masoud had suspicious neighbours looking for terrorists.

- He found you. - You followed Lieutenant Shaheen,

parked the car down the street, and waited while she met Masoud.

Not very smart.

Neither was killing her.

All right, so I followed her. Because it was me investigating her.

She's the one who got paid off. I didn't say anything

because I didn't want her name ruined after she was dead.

Take off your gloves.

- What? - Gloves off.

I had a minor accident over the weekend.

- The barrel on your weapon exploded. - Guess you tossed it in the river.

You should have tossed your ammo too.

McGee.

Found them in Major Raines' garage, boss.

Served the warrant to his wife.

I hate it when that happens.

What's that? Sump oil?

I'm sure we'll be able to tell you exactly

after we match it to the casing found at the murder scene.

How much?

Hey! How much?

Half a million.

Lieutenant Shaheen always suspected.

It could have been anyone. Criminals, insurgents, Al Qaeda.

You think I didn't check them out?

Just a couple rich kids who wanted to get out of there

and come party in America.

Just rich kids, that's all.

Pity Lieutenant Shaheen had to pay the price.

Uh, Gibbs, about this morning.

Oh, come on. Are you starting this again?

It's my Mossad training. They drummed it into us.

Push, push, push. Never give up until you get to the truth.

Or get your ass kicked.

Or get your ass kicked.

I thought you sent Tony back because of his, um, illness.

His illness?

He has two cell phones,

makes furtive calls to hospital,

goes missing for hours,

always lies about where he's been.

He doesn't even talk about women anymore.

The only logical explanation is that he's receiving outpatient treatment

for a serious medical problem.

That's not the only explanation.

You know, for a couple of rich kids,

Asad and Youssef aren't exactly living it up.

You think they'll be deported?

Yeah, probably.

AL QUTAJl: Youssef! Youssef!

[IN ARABIC]

ZIVA [IN ARABIC]:

Turn around.

[YELLS IN ARABIC]

[GRUNTING]

Gibbs.

JEANNE: How can I possibly believe all that?

TONY: It's all true.

- The roses? - True.

Hmm. The runaway horse?

- I still have the scars. - Where?

Okay.

[JEANNE CHUCKLING]

- Right there. - Oh.

- Yes. - Shall I kiss it and make it better?

You do whatever you think is best, doctor.

I'm not gonna stop you from--

This is illegal in some Southern states, you know.

[PAGER BEEPING]

JEANNE: Oh, pager. Oh.

TONY: Well, just tell them

you're performing a delicate emergency procedure

- and you'll call them back later. - I couldn't do that to them.

I could.

[TONY LAUGHING]

JEANNE: You--

You did not just do that.

- You like it, don't you? - Greedy.