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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.