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Previously on NCIS.

Agent Torres, would you mind staying behind for a moment?

Director? You got your wish, Agent Knight.

NCIS Elite just got orders.

There's a wanted fugitive you'll be tracking.

Finally! This one hits a little close to home.

Details to follow from your CO.

Until then, this stays between us.

Do you know what's dumber than running off from a bombed -out basement?

Don't say two people typing on the same keyboard.

Two people typing on the same keyboard.

I warned you that book would melt your frontal lobe.

It's the only thing down here that isn't classified.

The author has two characters practically holding hands while hacking

silo. How could the boss read this unrealistic crap?

Okay, rude. And it is technically possible.

Rebound the macros, the sign key clusters, left side, right side.

Perfect for emergencies.

What kind of nerd would do that?

Only the best. At your service.

Is that the last clowny cake?

A little bit.

Those are the boss's favorite. When she finds out, we're all dead.

We're already in a war zone?

Exactly. No need to escalate.

Heads up. Shut it down. We need to move.

Let's get to the van.

Why? What happened, boss? We've been burned. Let's go. Come on. Before they

us.

Blake. Did this classify as an emergency?

Let's dance.

Come on, let's go.

Shut it down.

Where is it?

That's so good.

Come on.

What's up, Carl?

Chairman Meow, you don't live here, man.

How'd you get him?

Eleanor Bishop vanished almost five years ago after she was found to have

classified intel.

Bishop disgraced herself and the badge.

I hate to interrupt, Ms. Marsh, but I think the DOD is leaving out a few

details. Agent Bishop burned her identity on purpose to go deep cover on

Black Ops unit.

You're well informed, Agent Knight. For five years, Bishop was one of our best

assets and a covert cyber team in regions the military can't officially

Until six months ago.

when their field base was ambushed in Ukraine.

Team went dark, no contact since.

Casualties? Unconfirmed, Agent Amari.

But soon after highly targeted data breaches began, classified intel tied to

.S.-Russia relations was stolen, all traced back to Bishop. Agent Bishop is a

covert operative.

There must be protocols, a way to get in touch with her. There are.

She's ignored them all. You think Bishop was captured?

Force to steal that intel? Or is she doing it willingly?

Because Bishop's been turned.

DoD has proof that she's a traitor.

We have proof that she's now back on U .S. soil.

Bishop must be found and apprehended.

Knowing Bishop is targeting classified intel, DoD has deployed digital bait,

decoy files loaded with tracking software.

She opens one, we get a pay. And when that happens, we move.

Any questions?

We'll be in touch.

Dismissed.

Agent Knight, something to add.

You could say that. I already spoke to your director.

He's expressed your doubt about Elite's target.

Agent Bishop isn't just a target.

She's family. Former Agent Bishop. And from what I hear, you barely knew her.

True. But some of my team worked with her for eight years.

I'm aware. Keeping this mission from them won't be easy.

Frankly, I assumed you'd want me off. On the contrary.

I'm the one who fought to make you mission leader.

Better to keep eyes on Agents McGee and Torres.

You think she'll make contact?

You said it yourself.

She's family.

And when she makes contact, it's your duty to report it.

Perfect timing.

DOD cyber just confirmed. One of our decoy files was downloaded tonight.

Now it's just a matter of time.

Bishop will be caught.

The only question is whether you'll be leading the charge or updating your

resume.

Okay, I am literally not even in the building yet. Which is why I'm calling

to get ahead of the game.

Parker's been dodging my supply order for two fiscal quarters. Yeah, because

costs more than my car.

All right, look, Parker just buried his mom, all right? He's taking a few days

off. I said that I would cover for him, not green light, enough funding for you

to build a second lab.

So that's a maybe?

Uh, Casey, I gotta go.

Looks like Nick is having a weird morning.

Hey.

You know, we had a lobby right there with heat. Yeah, but it couldn't wait.

It's sensitive.

Have you seen this before?

What am I looking at? I mean, it's fake, right? I mean, I've never touched a

donut in my life.

Well, technically, that's a fritter.

And if I remember correctly, you were hypnotized. What now? Yeah, we had the

murder case with the hypnotist, you were the test subject, and allegedly, you've

demolished an entire apple fritter.

Allegedly. In three bites.

I wasn't there, but Bishop told me the story.

Bishop? Yeah.

She told me she'd taken a picture.

Never seen it until now, though. Where'd you, uh, where'd you find it?

Hey.

Hey. I'm looking for the two of you.

Hey, just in time for Nick's donut dilemma.

Oh, it's nothing.

It is. Because what I have to say is that as of last night, NTSA's elite has

ordered to arrest Eleanor Bishop.

Bishop? Are you serious?

I wish I wasn't.

DOD has labeled her as a wanted cyber -terrorist. So you found what?

I can't share any specifics. Technically, I'm not even supposed to be

this much. Whole office classified.

You're risking your spot in the league? I have a feeling I'm risking a lot more

than that.

But I wanted you to hear it from me and not read it on the arrest report.

And I'd rather you keep your job.

If someone's going to go after Bishop, better it be someone that we can trust.

Right?

You know, Bishop, we're close.

Hey, do what you have to do, Jess.

Well, that was brief.

Makes having a weird morning.

Six months ago, you brought me in and told me that Bishop's team was hating

Ukraine. No one had heard from them. I knew that you and Bishop were close.

So were McGee, Casey, and Jimmy.

You didn't call them in.

You think I was fishing, trying to find out if you and Bishop had been in

contact. I wasn't.

But now that you brought it up, are you?

If I was.

Well, it would certainly complicate things.

As a federal agent, you're obligated to report any contact with a wanted

fugitive. But as a former teammate and a friend, seeing her again would stir up

things that you thought were buried.

Not buried.

Gone.

Sounds like you've already made your choice.

Director Vann?

Thank you.

And not a moment too soon.

A decoy file was just opened.

Elite has Bishop's location. They're mobilizing.

I could make a call, Agent Torres. Get you looped in.

Don't bother, sir.

We're no longer partners.

I'm done.

I know that look.

Nick?

What's wrong?

Nothing wrong.

But everything is very, uh... very right.

What about rule 12?

I never date a co -worker.

I can give a favorite.

From Gibson, everyone else.

But never from each other.

They were from each other.

What the hell, Ellie? I mean, if we worked like regular nine -to -five jobs,

things could be different.

I get that.

What I don't get is why would you leave without saying a word?

I didn't mean for us to happen.

Bye.

Hey, Nick, wait up.

Thank you.

I don't know if you heard, but we just got a lead on Bishop's location.

Hey, I'm going to head home, man.

Not feeling well.

Well, feel better, man. Yeah, thanks.

Decoy file still active. Go.

Fan out.

Holding. Moving.

Bishop is here.

One casualty. Unidentified female.

All clear.

No sign of Bishop.

We had murder to a rap sheet?

Last night all I got was a photo.

I wasn't sure you were ready to see me. I'm not.

You shouldn't be here.

I was hoping we could talk. We can't.

You're wanted.

I have to report you.

Hey, we've been through a lot.

Okay, just let me say one thing, okay?

Your neighbor's cat is about to eat Carl.

What?

Really? Get off me.

Sorry,

Nick.

Before you say anything, this was not plan A. But you weren't exactly open to

conversation. Now you don't have to choose between trusting me or betraying

badge. Now you have to listen.

I'm not working for the Russians.

Yes, I have been stealing DOD data, but not for the reason that they think. You

broke into my place twice.

You got a reason for that? The first time was for your laptop. I needed your

clearance to pull files quietly.

Well, it didn't work.

The file was a decoy.

I pass that to one of my teammates.

Sucks for them.

They're good people. We were doing good work until six months ago when we were

ambushed. I know what that's like.

Look, no one knew where we were. No one.

Only our DOD handlers, so someone sold us out.

Then blow the whistle. I can't. Not until I know who I can trust. That is

came back a second time, Nick.

I trust you.

You have a funny way of showing it.

And now, I'm tied to a chair.

You're bleeding.

Annie

Polk,

ex -analyst at CIA just about four years ago, dropped off the map only to join a

covert cyber team. Her dead body has a familiar story.

Repeated bishops.

Uh -huh. Turns out they were teammates.

Never easy losing one of those.

Poor Ellie.

Well, for now, let's just focus on poor Annie. Poor Annie, indeed. Cause of

death was a cervical fracture. Her neck snapped clean. But as you can see,

there's no bruising. There's no defensive wounds. She never saw it

considering that she had the same covert ops training as Bishop. Which means the

killer was likely someone Annie trusted. A friend, colleague.

A teammate?

You don't think that Bishop... No, of course not.

But... But maybe you don't finish that thought?

Yeah.

Okay, new thought.

You were around back then. Was Ellick real?

Ellick, huh? Or was it Nellie?

You know, Nick, Ellie.

That is really not my place to say.

That's a yes.

Why does everybody come to me for the gossip?

Because you always know the gossip.

And look, I get it. I'm not judging.

Lines blur. Partners become partners.

Are we still talking about tourism vision?

Obviously. But it's complicated, right?

Someone you once cared about suddenly shows up with a body count.

Yeah. Poor Nick.

He's having a really weird day.

Yeah, I keep hearing that.

You wouldn't happen to know any gossip about Nick and Aya.

Donut dilemma.

Hold still.

This is running a call.

Sweet thing.

You know, I got sober three years ago.

Figured you'd be the one to get me back on the bottle.

I know that look.

What's wrong?

What's wrong? Oh, everything's great. Look at this.

Look at this.

Peachy.

You're not angry I'm here.

You're still angry I left. You don't know that. Well, I know you.

And you were always really bad at hiding your feelings.

You really are romantic, aren't you? Still looking for closure.

Ah. Hold on.

I'm not looking for anything.

I want my freedom.

And some cashews.

Oh, my God. Still with the cashews?

You? You're going to judge my, my snack during this?

Okay. Well, I left because I had a chance to push myself.

to matter in a different way. Well, that was clear five years ago. Because it's

true. Yeah, but it's not the whole truth.

It's an excuse.

You don't know that. I know you.

And I know when you're holding back.

Fine, then tell me what you want. I want you to be honest with me.

I want you to tell me what you really left.

I have to take this.

And you need to stop working on zip ties.

Jonathan Lim, cybersecurity expert, part of Bishop's team, now missing.

Patricia Kovic, Ukrainian in tail, was killed in the ambush six months ago.

And you know this one.

Annie Polk, the woman in the autopsy. This is Bishop's entire team. Three

three faces.

All gone.

It's like they're being hunted.

Exactly. No, no hits on the who, but I might know the why.

Bishop's team made waves, took down disinformation networks, rebuilt digital

infrastructures, saved countless lives.

So Bishop's team were the good guys.

Mm -hmm.

Speaking of good guys, I need one to sign that supply form. Very routine,

boring.

Quantum optics conference?

Casey, this isn't a supply phone. This is a travel request.

Light, matter, Reykjavik. Wait, the conference is in Iceland?

Will, I would be the only U .S. representative there. Think of the

You know, I'm pretty sure Vance is focused on other optics, you know, like

Bishop's manhunt.

My manhunt.

Aaron Marsh, DOD. This case may now be a homicide investigation, but Bishop is

still the target.

Target? Where are we?

The recovered laptop belongs to Annie Polk, former CIA encryption specialist,

which means I can't crack it yet.

But we are working on it.

Mm -hmm.

Is that your whole update?

No, no, certainly not all.

Okay, toxicology came back on Annie's blood work. Look at that right there.

Succinylcholine. Surgical paralytic.

Fast acting, usually injected.

But there were no injection marks on Annie's body.

However, it was delivered to explain the lack of struggle before her neck was

snapped. The killer had covert ops training.

Like Bishop.

Excuse me?

What Casey meant to say was Bishop is not a cold -blooded killer. But I might

if people keep trash -talking my bish.

That's sweet.

But five years is a long time.

People change.

Sometimes into someone you don't recognize.

You should leave.

Get a head start.

Disappear.

You're good at that.

You hear me?

I was scared.

What?

Back then, I didn't tell you I was leaving because I was afraid.

I was afraid you'd ask me to stay.

And I was afraid I'd say yes.

That's the whole truth.

That call.

What was it?

Annie's dead.

One of my team.

And it's my fault.

No, you're right. I gave her the decoy file. I put her in danger.

I lost Patricia six months ago.

Now Annie.

Jonathan's the last one. He won't even tell me where he is.

I brought them together. They were my team, my responsibility, and now they're

all being hunted.

I already lost one team when I left NCIS.

I can't lose another.

I need your help.

Hold that thought.

Someone's here.

Hey, quick, uncuff me.

There's no time. What do you mean, there's no time? Wait!

Jack?

Nick?

I can explain.

Oh, boy.

No, no, no, stop, stop, stop!

Watch out for Carl.

Nice, Bishop.

Stop it. Stop it. What are you doing here? I came to talk to Nick. You tied

to a chair?

Stop it.

He was being difficult.

Yeah, that tracks.

We done?

Yes, we are done.

Can you uncuff me now?

I hope that chair wasn't a gift, Nick.

You didn't tell me Jess was coming. I didn't know Jess was coming. I only came

because I found out about the fritter photo.

When were you going to mention who left it?

Look who's keeping secrets now. Hey, this is not about me. No, it's about

Your team is being hunted, which means you're next.

Come in and we can help you.

They're at the mole.

I show my face now, we lose any shot at finding them. Yeah, that tracks too.

Guess you're the swing boat.

Bishop is right.

If we come in, we don't know who to trust.

And I trust her.

Good enough for me.

Really? Just like that? He trusts you.

I trust him.

That's how teams work.

What do you need?

If the files I downloaded were a decoy, then I still need the real thing.

Which means I'll need a skiff and a computer genius.

Really? Bishop called me a genius?

She needs access to MTAC, to download intel that could possibly expose them

Why didn't she come to me first?

Because you and Bishop didn't date, as far as I know. What surprises me is

Torres. I mean, he seemed ready to walk this morning.

Maybe if he talked it out.

Nick, talk.

Handcuffing into a chair probably helped.

That tricks.

We're on tax one thing, but how are we going to sneak Bishop into the building

without trigger alarms?

I'm open to suggestions.

Genius. Really committing to the bit.

Sorry, I thought I'd get a nap in while I had the chance.

Welcome home.

McGee, your idea worked.

Was there ever any doubt? No.

Don't mind me, I just missed my pee.

I missed you too, Casey.

Oh my gosh, please don't let go. You're so warm. I forgot this place is like a

meat locker.

Okay, figured you'd say that. You left this in my lab years ago. Thank you. I

promise I will get it back.

Okay, so I assume you've all been briefed. You need access to a DoD

To ID the mole before Elite arrests you. Problem is, the files are triple

locked. DoD is DEFCON paranoid.

Even logging in from MDAC could trip a dozen different alarms.

Which is why I brought this.

RaceRoute. Next -gen cloaking software. Totally untraceable. Built by my

teammate, Annie.

Oh, well, perfect. Then we're good.

Mostly. But the program is biometrically locked, so only Annie can activate it.

And... Annie is extremely unavailable.

Yeah.

That's the good news.

We don't need all of her.

This Annie was your partner?

I hate to see what you do to your enemies.

All right.

Thanks, Annie.

I'll finish what you started.

Okay, I am seeing asset locations, mission logs.

Anything here jump out at you? Not yet, but it's in here somewhere.

Good. Tourism night can only keep this room clear for so long.

You're really sticking your necks out. Technically, we're not breaking the law.

NCIS has clearance. We're just using it quietly.

I meant working with me.

Yeah, that part's definitely illegal.

I've missed you, McGee.

How's Delilah and the twins?

Chaos. Yeah. Yeah, good chaos.

Hey, about me leaving NCIS, I never explained why.

You don't owe me that.

I think maybe I do.

Ellie, I always understood.

I've been here 20 years.

Takes guts to walk into the unknown like that.

But you did it.

Do I wish that you would say goodbye to me?

Sure.

But I never blamed you.

Yes, ma 'am.

That was awkward.

Marcia's calling me directly now.

As Elite's leader, I have been ordered to be your shadow.

In case Bishop makes contact.

Well... How's she?

Depends on how you define contact.

As far as Marsh knows, Elite is hot on the trail.

Thank you.

Just hoping if roles were reversed, you'd do the same.

Are you kidding?

I read your alibi in my own blood.

Agent Knight, Torres, burning the midnight oil. Just following up on a

DOD. Unconfirmed bishop sighting. Could be nothing.

Oh, we're here. Let's go find out.

In EmTech?

Actually, there is something else, sir.

Something you need to see.

What the hell am I looking at?

I think we better talk in your office.

I'll call if that lead checks out. Mm -hmm.

I got your messages.

Kate, you good?

Yeah, well, desperate times, et cetera.

Okay, I think we've been in that zone since breakfast.

Oh, tell me about it. While Bishop and McGee have been joyriding through DOD

back, channels, and MTAC, I took another stab at Annie's laptop.

Cracked her additional layer of security.

That's when things got really weird.

You know that's not a stylist, right?

I do now.

Uh, Annie was running covert audits, cross -checking mission logs, the kinds

things you do when you think someone's been compromised.

We figured Annie was betrayed by someone she trusted. So did she. That's why she

was spying on her own team.

She thought one of them was the mole.

Except Bishop's team only had three members.

Patricia, Annie, and Jonathan. And two of them are dead. Which means Jonathan's

not hiding from the mole. Jonathan is the mole.

Bishop was betrayed by one of her own.

Oh, in more ways than one.

It gets worse because I found this buried in a locked permissions folder.

Marriage certificate for Jonathan Lynn and Eleanor Bishop.

He's her husband. I checked the metadata and the records. It's legit. They were

legally hitched. Small detail that Bishop somehow forgot to mention. Yeah.

I'd leave that out too if I were asking my ex for help.

Mickey?

Mickey?

Are you okay?

What happened?

Where's Bishop? I'm not sure. We found the files she needed.

The next thing I know, face down on the floor.

Well,

looks like she drugged you.

Yeah, played us.

Bishop knew how to disappear.

Which doors to use, which cameras to avoid.

Yeah, she ghosted us without a word, again. Unless you count a needle in the

neck. You sure she didn't say anything?

I'm positive. We got the files, she got a text, and then I was lights out. She

ran for the reason she's protecting someone. Yeah, herself.

Or the mole, because, you know, she's married to him. It doesn't change

anything. Nick, she lied. Okay, she didn't tell me everything.

I admit that. But what she did say about trying to protect her team, I... That

was real, man.

I felt it. Okay, Nick, I hate to say this, but I think maybe Bishop wanted

to feel that way. Maybe Bishop only told you what you wanted to hear. No, no,

we're missing something. Besides the feeling in my neck? Okay, Jonathan Lynn

the mole.

Then Bishop is not the threat.

She's the target.

And I'm not letting that happen.

Nick. I trust her. You don't have to.

Jonathan?

I have the files.

Is it working?

Where is she? Somewhere in Fairfax, still narrowing the signal. All right,

you get it. You send it to me.

You put a tracker on Bishop?

In the jacket I gave her. It's his idea.

I thought you trusted her. I do trust by verifying. You still planning on laying

the law on Wolfner? I didn't think I had a choice.

You don't? Because we're coming with you.

That's how teams work. Oh, you guys are adorable.

And while the group hug energy is strong, maybe sign my travel form?

Location? No, not yet. But I've also been pulling comms data from MTAC. Every

inbound signal gets logged.

You know what? Bishop got a text right before I blacked out. Yep, from a burner

phone. I traced the number, pulled the message. Change of plan. New location.

Come alone or not at all.

That sounds like a threat.

Bishop didn't run.

She was lured.

By her own husband?

Where?

We had a deal.

I hand over the files, you hand over Jonathan.

I burnt every bridge I had left. I hurt people I care about. I did my part.

Where is he?

Patricia.

I thought you were dead.

Yeah. The mole.

It was you.

You were one of us. What?

Then I got tired of risking my life for a cause that couldn't win.

Someone else offered more.

More money.

More power.

Cute. You left the encryption.

If I hadn't, I'd already be dead. Give me the code. Not until I see him alive.

He's right down the hall.

And still breathing.

Oh, for now.

But the longer he inhales that gas, the more permanent the damage. No, please.

The code.

Someone hacked the system.

Stay put.

You okay? Yeah, yeah.

John, he's down the hall. Please, go.

You want me to get him? No.

I got him.

Get her out of here.

Call a medic, now.

Nick? Jonathan?

Jonathan's not here.

Torres, are you with us?

Ouchies.

She ruined my favorite best.

He saved his life.

He took a bullet from my teammate.

Well, he's more than that, Ellie.

What are you talking about?

He's her husband.

See, you really are romantic.

Even if my vows are strictly business.

So the marriage isn't real?

Real enough.

On paper.

A handy cover to cross borders and stay off radars.

Something I could have told you if DOD had been in the loop.

Consider yourself looped.

Patricia Kovic set up her own team, faked her death, tried to finish the job

last night. She pulled the trigger, but someone else pulled the strings, funded

her, fed her intel.

Maybe. We'll round up the usual suspects.

Let's talk Bishop.

Technically no longer a suspect, but the DOD still has questions, especially

about the missing files.

Files. Classified DoD intel was accessed last night.

Curious timing.

Curious indeed.

It's a shame that former agent Bishop vanished after the takedown.

In the wind.

Again. If she turns up, we'll be in touch.

Sorry again about your neck, McGee.

Asking for help was one thing, but asking you to risk your life for me and

team? I didn't do that.

Now you know better.

And hey, this time...

I get a goodbye.

And a thank you.

To both of you.

From both of us.

So, back into the storm?

Yeah, well, Patricia wasn't working alone, and there are other teams like

out there who have no idea that they're targets.

You're gonna warn them? Yeah, and find whoever's behind this and stop them.

Well, if you ever need any backup, you know where to find us.

Maybe just call or text first.

No promises.

Nick, you didn't have to come. Oh, yeah, I did.

We made a promise to each other a long time ago.

No secrets.

I used to think goodbye was easier if I didn't say it.

And now?

Now it'll save us both the trouble.

Come with me.

My place is here.

And mine's out there.