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[whistle blows]

[man] Okay, last arrow.

What you aiming
at, Tommy, Maryland?

You'll never get your archery
pin shooting like this, Tommy.

Eighteen...

Twenty-four!

Twenty-six!

I rule.

Hey, Tommy...

get the arrow
that went over the hill, okay?

Come on, give
the arrows back.

Come on.

[gasps]

[tense music playing]

[opening theme music playing]

Kid puts an arrow
in a corpse.

It's a new one.

Just a variation.

[chuckles] I remember we found
this old guy.

Died watching TV.
We found him sitting
in the La-Z-Boy,

stiff as a board,
with a Bud in his hand.

Please, not another
Baltimore homicide story.

Looks like a natural
death, but we got to wait

for the M.E. to
confirm it, right?

So, it's dinnertime. My partner
and I are starving, so we tell

the beat rookie
to keep an eye on the stiff.

Rookie's never been alone
with a body.

Well, suddenly, the body
goes out of rigor, slumps.

The air trapped in the lungs
is forced through the voice box,

and the corpse moans.

Stop it.

Rookie freaks, empties his
service revolver into the body.

You know what I think, DiNozzo?

Don't say it's an urban myth,
man, 'cause I was there.

I think you were the rookie.

That's funny, Gibbs.

Funny.

Wrong, but funny.

Looks like Ducky's
beat us to the body.

Tony, give me a hundred-meter
preliminary search.

One hundred. Got it.

Viv, take the
Scout leader.

I got the kid.

Do you haveto question
the boy?

Well, what can he tell us
that the Scout leader can't?

I don't know. That's why
I'm going to talk to him.

It'll only add to his trauma.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Your, uh, M.E.'s down
by the river with the body.

Little guy by himself's
the one who shot the arrow.

He's pretty shook.

One for the books, huh?

I think the Scoutmaster's
the tall one.

First time
I've known Chief Metz

to let an outside agency
handle a homicide on our turf.

Maybe he knows something
about us you don't.

Special Agent Blackadder,

Naval Criminal
Investigative Service.

She doesn't have a face.

I brushed her hair aside.
She doesn't have a face.

Now, did you touch any
other part of the body?

Oh, God, no. No, I threw up.
I called the police.

You have no idea
how horrible this was.

Okay.

You might want to suck it up,
for the boys.

My name is Gibbs.

I'm a special agent
with the Navy.

I-- I didn't kill her.

I know you
didn't, bud.

it's all over.

No, it won't be over.

I'll dream about her.

Not if you don't wantto.

I don't want to.

Then close your eyes
and tell yourself

you're not going to dream
about her.

That won't work.

It worked for me.

Since I was about your age,

I saw something bad,
just like this.

Trust me.

Close your eyes.

I won't dream about her.

Say it.

I won't dream about her.

Good.

Here's my card.

Give me a call.

If I have a nightmare?

Eh, we already
took care of that.

Come see where I work.

Bring some friends.

Give you a tour.

[boy] That hat is
so awesome!

-[troop clamoring]
-Hey, Tommy!

The Scout leader took
one look at the body,

barfed and called 911.

Did you get anything
different from the boy?

Well, he didn't barf.

What have you got
for us, Ducky?

One deceased pregnant
Navy lieutenant

who appears to have been tossed
into a tree.

[inhaling deeply]

Love your perfume,
Special Agent Blackadder.

How about dinner tonight,
after the autopsy?

No, I never date men old enough
to be my father, Ducky.

Agent Blackadder
reminds me

of a young woman
I autopsied once.

When'd she die?

Oh, gosh!

Wow, that was in Hollywood.
Let's see.

It's got to be at
least 20 years ago.

She was an assistant
film editor,

and the film editor's
wife caught them

in flagrante delicto.

This one, Ducky,
when did this one die?

It's been a while.

You care to be more specific?

Not until I do the autopsy.

Humor me.

Judging by
the decomposition,

I'd say two and a half,
three weeks.

Cause of death?

[chuckles]

It wasn't the arrow.

Find any tracks?

No, ground's soaked.

Rain must have
washed them away.

You concrete cops
can't read a sign
unless it's in neon.

What's that?

That's a deer track.

How old?

What are you, Pocahontas?

What?

Nothing.

Aw, come on.

No, no, no,
definitely something. What?

You just, uh, reminded me
of my brother Rex.

He taught me to track.

Called me Pocahontas.

I'd rather you didn't think
of me as your brother, Viv.

Well, I could never
do that, Tony.

Rex was
much better-looking.

[laughs] What, are you taking
comedy lessons from Gibbs?

Did you say "was"?

Rex was killed
on the Cole.

I'm sorry, Viv.

Me, too.

So he why you left the FBI
and hooked up with us?

Yeah.

How pregnant was she, Ducky?

-Hmm.
-Thanks.

I don't know. Let's see.

Without holding it in my hands,

I'd estimate four, five months.

Push her hair out of her face,
will you, Duck?

What happened to her face?

It's too cold for larva.

Crows.

They took her eyes first,

then tore away the soft flesh.

Why didn't they go after
her hands and her feet?

You know, I've been
pondering that ever
since I got here, Gibbs.

I really don't know.

[tense music playing]

[music continues to play]

[woman gasps]

[woman sobs]

She was in the river.

How'd she get into the tree?

Look at the watermarks
on the tree, on the rocks.

River came up in
the spring thaw.

She floated in here.

You can bag her, Duck.
She wasn't dumped here.

Burrito wrap!

Hey. She's a JAG.

Ever work with her?

Look, I know
she's a bit messy,

but how many blonde JAG
female lieutenants can there be?

[deep sigh]

NCIS has discovered
the remains

of an unidentified
JAG lieutenant in Potomac Park.

Medical examiner estimates
she's between
four and five months pregnant.

Oh, my Lord, sir, I hope
it's not Lieutenant Singer.

[Rabb]
Well, it can't be
Lieutenant Singer.

She's due in two weeks.

Have you been in contact
with the lieutenant?

Well, I...

Uh, no, sir.
Not since she left three
months ago. I was estimating.

[MacKenzie]
Harm's right, sir.

It couldn't be Loren.
I mean, the medical examiner

wouldn't misestimate
by four months.

He hasn't conducted
the autopsy yet.

I assume the body's
somewhat decomposed.
[clears throat]

-[knocking at door]
-Enter.

Excuse me, Admiral.
I tried Lieutenant
Singer's San Diego number

and her cell phone, sir.

Both have been
disconnected, Admiral.

Thank you, Tiner.

Aye, aye, sir.

That doesn't look good.

You're not writing her off,
are you, sir?

You know, Commander,
I may not personally know

all 750 JAG officers
under my command,

but I damn sure would know
if one was missing
for three weeks.

NCIS will
DNA the remains and run them
through the military database.

We should shortly know
if it's Lieutenant Singer.

Excuse me, sir.

Is there, uh...
something going on

between the Commander
and Lieutenant Singer
I should know about?

The body was found right here.

If I had the nose, I'd do
a 100-meter preliminary search

but I want a search team sent
out there
first thing in the morning.

Work both sides of the Potomac.

You start at the falls
and work your way downstream.

-How far downstream?
-All the way to the tidal basin

if you have to, Dobbs.

If we're lucky, the purse washed
up somewhere.

With this war going on,

I can't get enough agents
to cover that area.

You call Gunnery Sergeant Puller
down at Quantico,

and you tell him I need
a few of his Marines

for a little field exercise.

Gunny Puller owes me.

He'll send 'em.

That was Admiral Chegwidden.

He couldn't reach
Lieutenant Singer.

Her home phone in San Diego
and her cell have
been disconnected,

and ready for this?

He said she's due to deliver
in two weeks.

[Blackadder]
No, there's no way
that body was full term.

Some women
hide it well.

Not that well.

-Gibbs.
-Yes, sir.

Follow me.
Your team can tag along.

That's Amad Bin Atwa.

[Dobbs]
You know your terrorists.

Is he in that hotel?

If our intel is accurate,

he's just completed
a tire un coup.

French for nooner.

[Dinozzo] Is that Heather
with the bag?

[Dobbs]
Who else would have those legs?

[tech on radio ]
Target is standing
right beside you.

-Get a snap.
-[speaking French]

[tech] Good. Freeze it.

[female tech]
I.D. matching.

We've got a match.

[tech]
I.D. confirmed. Proceed.

Yeah!

[applause]

-Gotcha.
-Amad Bin Atwa

supplied money
and explosives

to Hasan Mohammed,
who executed the attack
on the Cole.

They're an all-Jihad team
that's been together
for nine years.

If Bin Atwa gives up Hasan,
I want in on the kill.

We're not tasked with
capturing Hasan Mohammed.

Gibbs, my brother
died on the Cole.

-I know that.
-Then get me in on this!

You're not here
to use NCIS

as your personal
instrument of revenge.

You get your head
around this murder case

or you pull your tailored suit
out of mothballs

and you march your butt
right back to the
J. Edgar Hoover Building.

Am I clear,
Agent Blackadder?

Am I clear?

Very, sir.

Did you ever notice how all
Marines think they're D.I.'s?

[sighs]

We're searching
for a Navy purse,

but I want you to mark
everything that's not growing.

If you find anything,
flag it and call me.

Do not touch it.
I'll bag it.

Yes, sir.

How could the vic be full-term
and not look it?

Well, if she delivered
before she died,

she'd still appear pregnant.

Ah, Viv could be on
to something Gibbs.

Well, maybe it was
too much for her.

Premature delivery,

being single,
postpartum depression.

What if she gave up
and took a header
off a bridge above the falls?

With the baby?

What a horrible thought.

Yeah. We need
the fetus in utero

to match the father's DNA.

What? You think that's cold?

Very.

Good. Means I'm focused.

I hope I'm never that focused.

Aside from having no face,
you cleaned up pretty good.

All you're going to smell
is a dead gal with a chest cold.

The only unaccounted-for
JAG is a Lieutenant Singer.

She's pregnant.
Supposedly full-term.

Then she's not our guest.

Could she have just delivered?

No.

Having a good day,
Vivienne?

-Oh, just ducky.
-[chuckles]

Oh, the DNA results
will be in shortly,

and then we'll be
formally introduced.

We'll need the
fetus DNA, Duck.

You think daddy's
the killer?

-She was single.
-Oh.

Shame on you.

If we're lucky, the baby's DNA
will match somebody at JAG.

It's illegal to use military
DNA, except to identify
the body.

I don't intend to
use it in court.

Well, it's still illegal.

That law's going
to change soon, Viv.

Well, it hasn't changed yet.

Politicians have
their timetable, I have mine.

[Ducky]
Let's not fight, children.

We're all on the same team.

Let me show you
what I found on the body

before I send them up to Abby.

One cocktail napkin,
very water-soaked.

It appears to have something
scribbled on it.

Our lieutenant was traveling
on American Airlines.

-To or from?
-Hard to tell.

That's in worse shape
than the napkin.

Well, I can partially make out
a destination.

"S..."
something "N"?

Chegwidden said Lieutenant
Singer lived in San Diego.

-S-A-N's their
airport designation.
-Call San Diego.

Have them check her residence,
interview neighbors.

Full investigation.
Anything else, Duck?

Yes.

I saved the best for last.

This metallic sliver

was embedded
in a posterior skull fracture.

Let me show you.

It was, uh...

here.

My guess, she was
hit on the head

with a blunt metal object
and dumped above the falls.

These fractures
could have been caused

by going over the falls
without a barrel.

Check every bridge
above the falls.

Viv and I will be out
at first light.

You're on your own.
She's going with me to JAG.

Come here, let me
show you something.

Viv?

Shall we see how our guest
is hiding a full-term fetus?

[phone ringing]

Oh...

saved by the bell.

[chuckles]

The Armed Forces
DNA Registry

has identified the body
as Lieutenant Singer's.

This is Special Agents Gibbs
and Blackadder of NCIS

They'll be investigating
her death.

Admiral, you're letting NCIS
take the lead on this?

That's correct.

Sir, I recommend we run a
concurrent JAGMAN investigation.

Request denied.

-Admiral, I think it...
-Denied.

She was murdered?

Why would you suspect
that, Commander?

You wouldn't be here
if it was an accidental death
now, would you?

[MacKenzie]
Lieutenant Singer

was supposed to be
in San Diego.

Any idea what she was
doing back in DC?

We were hoping
one of youcould tell us.

Well, nobody here
has seen Lieutenant Singer
since she left in January.

Do you always speak
for everyone, Commander Rabb?

[Chegwidden
Agents Gibbs and Blackadder
have requested

to interview each
of you individually,

and I expect your
full cooperation.

How would you like
to proceed with this?

While you're all still here,
I'd like to admonish you

that discussing your testimony
with one another

could result in an
obstruction of justice charge,

so if you could refrain
from discussing our questions

or your answers,
that would be...

I think we know
the law, Gibbs.

We're lawyers.

You seem to know it better
than anyone else.

-Why don't we start with you?
-Fine.

[Chegwidden]
Commander Rabb and I
have to rework a court schedule.

Anyway, I'd prefer
you start with me.

Any problems with that?

No.

Good. Give me a few minutes,

I'll be right with you.

That'll be all.

I thought wecalled the shots
on an investigation.

We do.

So, why let the Admiral
cool Rabb down?

Well, we're going to let
the Admiral play the good cop...

for about seven minutes.

Have a seat.

What the hell went on between
you and Lieutenant Singer?

-Nothing, sir.
-Nothing, my ass!

After that performance in the
conference room, you'd
be my prime suspect.

-I didn't kill Lieutenant
Singer, Admiral.
-I know you didn't kill her,

but you're involved,
and I want to know how!

I'd rather not say, sir.

Good God,
did you get her pregnant?

Of course not.
You didn't get her pregnant.

But you know who did,

and you're protecting
him, aren't you?

I am protecting Lieutenant
Singer's privacy, sir.

If she didn't tell anyone
who the father was,

I'm not going to speculate.

You're not being
any more truthful with me

than you would be with the NCIS.

I'm not going to lie,Admiral.

Well, you're a damn good lawyer

and know how to obfuscate
the truth in an interrogation.

[scoffs]

[chuckles]

Damn. He's good.

-Sir?
-Special Agent Gibbs.

He's got me questioning you.

Hearsay rules don't apply
in an interrogation.

I'm duty-bound to repeat
anything you tell me,
if he asks.

You really think
he's that devious?

Reminds me a lot of you.

Lieutenant Singer requested
extended maternity leave

in January,
and it was granted.

Was that the last contact
you had with her?

That's correct.

[Viv] There was a charge,
subsequently dropped,

by the Skipper
of the Seahawk

of conduct unbecoming.

That's right. She was
found to be pregnant
while on sea duty.

The skipper suspected
an onboard liaison.

'Cause she said it happened
before she sailed,

but refused to prove it
by naming the father.

That's correct.

Why did the skipper drop
the charges?

-I assume he believed her.
-[Gibbs] Or Colonel MacKenzie.

You sent her
to the Seahawk,too,

to investigate
Lieutenant Singer, didn't you?

You already know that.
It's in the file.

It's not in thisfile.
This is Commander Rabb's file.

You sent him
to the Seahawk,too.

Separate investigation.

He and Lieutenant Singer
even departed together.

Pure coincidence.

She was on her way
back to Washington.

He was on his way
to assignment in Naples.

I bet they conversed
on the COD.

I'm sure they did.

I have no idea what they said.

He didn't mention it, Admiral?

No, he didn't.
Neither did she.

Agent Gibbs, why don't we save
ourselves some time,
what do you say?

The only thing
Commander Rabb told me

was that he did notmurder
Lieutenant Singer,

and has no idea who did.

[tire screeches]

Dobbs, you find her purse?

Nope. Just enough junk
for a garage sale.

I doubt any of it
ties into your case,

-but I'm not taking any chances.
-The Marines I sent find you?

Oh, yeah. Guarding
the area I taped off.

Didn't even ask when they
were getting relieved.

Hey, after Quantico,
this is a vacation.

-I got it!
-Before you go out tomorrow,

buy a purse
at the Navy exchange,

soak it in mud and turn it in.

Blackadder doesn't
know, does she?

Know what?

Well, Gibbs is the best
interrogator we got.

As soon as they loosen
Bin Atwa up, the director's
going to send him in.

Question is,
is he going to take
Agent Blackadder with him?

I hope not,

because that would make him
a good guy in her eyes,
and frankly,

I think she's just starting
to like me.

[slurping]

[Dinozzo] Is that number two
or three today?

If you must know,
it's number four.

Brought you a
little present.

Hmm. And you wonder why
you're still single.

-Is this blood from our vic?
-Hope so.

How long before we get a DNA?

Let's see what A-B-O typing
says first.

You redecorating?

Ah, I just thought
I'd brighten the place up a bit.
You know.

Did you take these?

Yeah.

That's a... cross-section
of what a 12-gauge did

to an L-three to L-five.

Shotgun-shattered backbone?

Yeah.

The middle one there
is a cross-section

of an ice pick to a cerebellum.

-Duodenum.
-Yeah.

I like to call it
"Duodenum with a Lye Chaser."

It's the sad end
of a Drano drinker.

You need to get out more, Abby.

Is that an invite?

Could the father be someone
from right here at JAG?

God, no.

No, nobody around here
would be dumb enough

to get involved
with Lieutenant Singer.

I-- I mean, she's not
an unattractive woman, but...

Yo-- You don't think it's me,
do you?

Should we?

I did not have sex
with that woman!

That's not the best choice
of words there, Lieutenant.

[scoffs]
I-- I know.

I-- I know, but no, believe me.

It wasn't me.

Yeah, we know that.

So who was it?

I'm the last person to ask that.
I'm new here.

What does your intuition
tell you?

Not to answer questions

that I don't know
the answers to.

Spoken like a lawyer at
a deposition there, Commander.

It wasn't someone
from JAG.

Now how would you know that?

The bartender
at Benzinger's told me

that Singer
was seeing a civilian
before she shipped out.

Did you know
that Commander Rabb

asked Commander Manetti
to ferret out

who Lieutenant
Singer was seeing

prior to her deployment?

What?!

If he wasn't part
of your investigation,
why would he do that?

Colonel?

I have no idea.

You'll have to ask
Commander Rabb.

Wait, why didn't
we question him?

That what the FBI
would have done?

Damn right!

Yeah, well, they wear
suits and ties, too.

They may wear suits and ties,
but they share the playbook.

Look, Rabb ran
an unofficial investigation

into Lieutenant Singer's
love life!

Okay, why didn't we slap him
in a room, read him his rights,

-and go for the jugular?
-Because he is JAG's
fair-haired boy.

Oh, and that gets him a pass
on a murder investigation?

He's the best prosecutor
and defender they have.

-Oh, please. I'm in awe.
-Well, you should be.

We start questioning Rabb,
we don't have all the
pieces to the puzzle,

he'll pull an O.J. on us,

and he won't need a slick
defense lawyer to do it.

I'm feeling, uh, really,
really stupid, Gibbs.

Ah, you're just a little
behind the learning curve.

[upbeat music playing]

[whirring]

[phone rings]

Da.

Brother! How are you?

Hey, I'm good, I'm good.

How's your fiancée?

Galina is wonderful,
but, uh...

[chuckles] ...a little crazy
making plans for the wedding.

What is wrong, brother?

Sergei, did-- did you
see Loren Singer

when you were in D.C.
three weeks ago?

Loren? No.

Did you talk to her
on the phone?

Not since the night
you made her call me
about the baby.

-Did you really believe her when
she told you it wasn't yours?
-Yes.

Is she now saying
the baby is mine?

Lieutenant Singer was murdered
three weeks ago, Sergei.

Murdered?/\

Bozhe Moi!

You think Idid it?!

No, of course not.

But the investigators might,

if they believe
you were the father,

and you were in town
when she was murdered.

Always the big brother, huh?

Always protecting me.

Well, hey, that's what
big brothers are for.

[Abby]
We'll do a full DNA for court,
but the A-B-O shows a match.

It's type A-B.

I'd say the blood you found
is Lieutenant Singer's.

-[Gibbs] Good job.
-Thanks, Gibbs.

I was talking to Abby.

[Abby]
There's more.

Here.

[Blackadder]
Benzinger's.

What's that, a magic word?

It's a bar in Falls Church

where Lieutenant Singer
used to hang out.

A bar definitely goes with
the chem analysis I did

of the stomach contents.

Based on the degree
of digestion,

she died within two hours
of her last snack.

-And I do mean snack.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah--

thiamin mononitrate,
riboflavin, folic acid,
vegetable oil...

Peanuts, pretzels, crackers.
It's a bar mix.

Hey, what's the 13-digit number?

[Gibbs] That's a Moscow
cell phone number.

How do you know?

If I can't I.D. a Moscow number
after six months undercover,

the taxpayers should
get their money back.

[sighs]

You know how to trace
a number fast?

Oh, yeah.
Through the FBI.

Guess that'll work, too.

I've got more goodies.

I got the name
off the airline ticket.

[Dinozzo]
Yeah, we got that.

And the destination?

[Dinozzo]
Yeah, we got that, too.

-And the departure date?
-Early April.

[imitates buzzer]
January 6th.

Oh, that's got to be April 6th.

No, Gibbs,
you just need young eyes.

That's a one, not a four.

That's a one?

Yeah.

So she missed her flight.

Tony, she got whacked!

Yeah, not three
months ago.

Actually, three months
is probably quite accurate.

I'm afraid our victim
was in the Potomac
at least that long.

What, racking up
frequent floater miles?

Being an Ice Queen.

She was frozen.

Hey, I got a suspect.

Manetti said the Benzinger's
bartender told her

Singer was seeing a civilian
before she shipped out, right?

Well, that Moscow cell

is registered
to a Sergei Zhukov.

I'm running
an immigration check.

He was in the States
when Singer got pregnant,

left two days
before she shipped out,

and returned
for just 48 hours

three weeks ago.

[sighs]

What?

Lieutenant Singer was murdered
months ago.

Cross-check Zhukov's
cell phone numbers

and Rabb's number.

Hey, Edie. It's Gibbs.

I need to speak to the director.

I won't have to.

Zhukov's green card sponsor
was Commander Harmon Rabb.

They're half-brothers.

[Morrow] You making progress
on the JAG murder?

[Gibbs]
Yes, sir.

Who's your prime suspect?

A JAG officer.

Damn.

We have to work
with these people.

Not a senior officer, I hope.

-Do I know him?
-Yes, sir.

I believe you do.

Are you going to tell me
his name?

Commander Harmon Rabb.

I couldn't be more stunned
if you told me
it was Admiral Chegwidden.

Are you certain?

Not 100%, but from
the information we're gathering,

we know
he's deeply involved.

I don't need to tell you
the implications
if you're wrong.

That's why
I'm moving slowly.

Don't move too slowly.

NSA decrypts indicate...

[sighs] Al-Jihad is poised
to launch another
gray hull attack.

What ship?

Only Hasan Mohammed knows.

Not Bin Atwa?

Boys up the river tell me
Al-Jihad is limiting

target data to the executor.

I need you to break Bin Atwa.

When do I leave?

As soon as you wrap
up the JAG murder.

With all due respect,
Director,

breaking him
is a lot more important

than wrapping up a murder.

Well, if this involved anyone
other than JAG, I'd agree.

All I can tell you is, do both.

Fast.

Anybody finds that
purse gets a steak
dinner on me.

Check down there
by the water.

[Abby]
How'd you find her wheels?

[Dinozzo]
DMV check.

It's been sitting in
the impound lot since January.

Let your fingers do the talking.

Why'd they tow it?

It was abandoned
in a lot at Great Falls.

Any of those prints large enough
to be a man's?

Yep.

Whoever was riding shotgun.

How fast can you run 'em?

Usually takes about 12 hours.

But, for a dinner...

Get me an I.D. in two,
and I'll make it Cafe Atlantico.

Sweet.

Hey.

What do you got?

Oh, plenty.

San Diego found Singer
took a furnished rental

on Coronado Island,
ordered a phone installed
and never showed.

And get this.

No credit card
or bank account activity
since she picked up

$200 at a Falls Church ATM
on Jan. 4.

Narrows the murder date:

between the fourth
of January and her missed flight
on the sixth.

Abby's pulled a man's prints
from a car.

-She's running 'em now.
-Check with Ducky.

See if those dates coincide
with the autopsy.

-Got it.
-Come on, lover boy.

Where we going?

Benzinger's. Get a drink.

They get drinks,
and I get Ducky.

[Ducky]
All of her cells were ruptured
from freezing.

When the Potomac
thawed, shethawed.

That's why the crows
only got your face.

Your arms and legs were
encapsulated in ice.

Could she have died
between the fourth
and sixth of January?

The development of the fetus
is consistent with those dates.

-Ducky?
-Yeah?

You didn't match Rabb's DNA
to the fetus, did you?

I didn't have to.

We didn't always have
DNA, you know.

Like we didn't
always have television.

You're too young to remember,
but in many ways,
radio was much more fascinating.

-Okay, Ducky...
-You had to use
your imagination.

Ducky, why didn't you have to?

I checked Commander
Rabb's blood type.

That's legal.

There's no way
he could have fathered the girl.

Girl?

Yeah.

You sure you won't have dinner
with me tonight, Viv?

Oh, Ducky, you're disgusting.

The pursuit of sex is an
affirmation of life, Vivienne.

That's why older men
are so lascivious.

I'm talking about your lack
of respect for the dead.

I have the utmost
respect for the dead.

Well, that's obvious
from the way you speak to them.

If you were dead,
wouldn't it be nice

if you were spoken to,
rather than about?

But her soul isn't in...

this.

Perhaps not.

I've always felt a presence
when conducting an autopsy,

especially
with murder victims.

I couldn't understand
why the crows didn't touch
her hands and feet.

Suddenly, I saw myself
in a block of ice,

with only my head exposed.

Your subconscious solved
the problem.

Then shouldn't I have envisaged
the lieutenant
in a block of ice?

Hey! Hey, why don't we discuss
that over dinner, hmm?

[sighs]

Not tonight.

She didn't say, "no,"
just, "not tonight."

[Gibbs] We had a conversation
with the bartender
at Benzinger's.

He recalls you being there
one evening in January.

I was at Benzinger's
a couple of times
in January, sir.

This night, you were in a booth
behind Commander Rabb
and Lieutenant Singer.

I make an effort not to listen
in on other people's
conversations.

[Dinozzo]
Nah, this conversation
was so heated,

it got the bartender's attention
across the room.

I may have heard a few things.

[tense music playing]

[music continues to play]

[Rabb]
So, what makes you think

that I would be involved
in any other way

than professionally
with Lieutenant Singer?

[Gibbs]
You're more comfortable
asking questions

than you are
answering them, huh?

I guess I'm not used to being
a suspect.

Suspect? Who said
you were a suspect?

Have I read you
your Article 31 rights?

No, you haven't.
Which means you're playing
a very risky game, Gunny.

I'm not smart enough
to play risky games

with a lawyer
of your caliber, Rabb.

That's "Commander Rabb"
or "Commander" or "sir," Gunny.

I believe as a reservist,
you're still technically
in the Marine Corps.

I am an NCIS Special Agent,
and I don't have to salute you

or "sir" you or give you
any military courtesy.

But you know that.

So who's playing
the games here?

-[loud thump]
-[feedback whines]

Quite the control freak.

That makes two of us.

[mouthing]

[door lock clicks]

[Dinozzo]
Hey, hey.

Dobbs is coming in
with a cover he found
in the woods below the falls.

A cover just like that one.

Then since I'm nota suspect,

I see no reason
to continue wasting
my time here.

I wonder
how the admiral will feel

about his top JAG
not responding

to an investigation into the
death of one of his officers.

[sighs]

Jessie?

One coffee, black.

Make that two, Jessie.

Thank you.

[Rabb]
I don't know who fathered
Lieutenant Singer's baby,

and I don't know
who murdered her.

So, what else, Gibbs?
What'd your investigation show?

Hey, you were there.
The admiral ordered me
to stay out of this.

Oh, I'm referring

to the investigation
you gave Commander Manetti to do

on Lieutenant
Singer's love life,

prior to her deployment.

-Oops.
-Yeah, oops, is right.

Without reading
him his rights,

we're going to lose
all this stuff in court.

No, no, no.
We got this stuff, Viv.

Gibbs is setting
Rabb up.

[Rabb] Well, Colonel
MacKenzie's investigation

into Lieutenant Singer's
pregnancy wasn't going well.

Mac and I are old friends.
I thought I'd help.

Reasonable answer.

Yeah, the truth usually is.

So, you wouldn't mind
giving us a DNA sample?

For what purpose?

Paternity test.

I didn't even like
Lieutenant Singer.

I wouldn't say that
during a murder investigation.

No, you can't have my DNA.

If you're not guilty...

General principle.

Okay. No DNA.

When was the last time
you saw Lieutenant Singer?

Early January,
before she went to San Diego.

What did you talk about?

We swapped
the usual lies

between two officers
who have nothing in common.

Here it comes.

And that was the first
week in January?

Sounds about right.

And that was the last time
you saw her?

That's what I said.

At Benzinger's?

Oh, buggered.

So!

Rabb's prints are all over
Singer's convertible.

[Rabb] Who told you we were
at Benzinger's?

You did meet her there,
didn't you?

Yeah.

[beeps]

[knocking on door]

[Gibbs]
Yo.

Who's prompting you
from behind the mirror?

You recognize that?

Should I?

You dialed it often enough.

Well, I call so many numbers.

It's your brother's
cell phone number in Moscow.

Immigration records show
that he was here

when Singer got pregnant
and again three weeks ago.

-Sergei did not kill
Lieutenant Singer.
-Was he the father?

-She said he wasn't.
-And he believed her?

-Yeah.
-But you didn't?

I'm not sure.

The important thing is,
he believed her.

And he swears to me
he hasn't spoken to her

or seen her since early January,
when she called.

Why would he give Singer
his Moscow number?

I did that.

I wrote it on a napkin
at Benzinger's bar.

Commander, you are suspected
of having committed
the act of murder.

-What?
-You have the right
to remain silent

-and make no statement...
-You think I killed
Lieutenant Singer?

...be used against you
in a court-martial...

I know my Article 31 rights,
and I waive them.

[Blackadder]
You have the right

-...to a lawyer...
-I said I waive them.

-She used to be FBI.
-This lawyer may be
a civilian lawyer...

How long you been
doing this, Gibbs?

-Nineteen years.
-Can you tell if someone's
guilty by looking in their eyes?

-Yeah, I can.
-Look in mine.

-You have the right...
-Ask me.

-...to have your...
-Ask me.

A civilian lawyer
and/or appointed
military lawyer...

Would you kill
for your brother?

[Blackadder]
...and you may terminate
this interview

at any time
for any reason.