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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.