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You got the wrong guy, Talia.

I'm your partner.

I know who you are.

I am more concerned
with who you aren't.

I'm not who you think I am.

That's funny, you know?

I liked who
I thought you were.

That's not what I meant.

Tell me who you're not, Mark.

I'm not a traitor.

DEA server records has you
logging into our top secret

informants list
and uploading 200 gigs of data

onto an
unauthorized thumb drive.

You denying that?

No.

Hmm, so you're exactly

who I think you are, partner.

Turning traitor is a choice.

Betraying everything you know

and love is a choice, Talia.

Taking away your choices

is the first thing they do.

Who's taken away your choices?

My name is Agent Mark Moore.

I am your partner,
and that is all real.

Mark, you tell me
who's controlling you.

Tell me what's going on.

I'm sorry.

♪ NCIS: LA 7x02 ♪
Citadel
Original Air Date on September 28, 2014

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@elder_man

♪ ♪

Steak tartare at Le Voltaire
in Paris at sunset.

Tartare as in raw meat?

Mm-hmm,
practically still breathing.

Ew.

The saba at Jiro Ono's
bar in Tokyo,

but only the original joint
at the Ginza Metro Station.

What is saba?

A skinless mackerel,
but usually

the 14th piece of
Jiro-san's omakase.

Hey, uh,
did you get that fixed?

Get what fixed?

The problem with the plumbing
at your new place?

Oh, yeah, no,
still working on that.

Couple more days, I guess.

What are they doing?

I don't know, you know?

They're plumbers--
a lot of pipes and butt cracks.

Kens?
Yeah?

Your turn.
Sorry.

1975 Château d'Yquem.

Since when did alcohol qualify
as someone's best meal ever?

Okay.

White truffle menu,

Giorgio Baldi. Boom.

Which dish?

All of them.
All of them?

You did the entire white truffle
tasting menu at Giorgio's?

Mm-hmm.
Last supper style?

Oh, yeah, last supper style.

Sorry, plumber still.

I had, uh,

every single dish.

I'm impressed.

It was amazing.

That you had that epic meal
all by yourself.

Oh, well, I didn't have it
all by myself.

Here we go.

Oh, you are the man, Deeks.

Champagne wishes
and caviar dreams.

He spares no expense
for his lady.

Since we're talking
about Giorgio Baldi's,

that's the kind of place
that you spring for

when you're about
to freaking propose.

Aah.

Don't answer that question.

You didn't ask a question.

Exactly.

Well, this just got weird.

The topic of conversation
was best meals ever.

White truffles it is.

High-priced plates of fungi.

That's really interesting,
actually,

because I think it was you and I

over a plate of nachos

at the Clippers-Spurs game
when you told me

that a meal is all about the
person you're sharing it with.

Baby, those nachos were

just the most amazing nachos

I have ever had.

But not like

last supper good.

I think we ought to put the lid
back on this can of worms.

Nah, they can close it themselves.

Caught a case. Double homicide.

Bon appétit.

Plumbers?

Yeah, no, plumbers.

But they can
handle this themselves.

As one can of worms closes...

An even bigger one springs up
in its place.

Security guard watched
the whole thing

on the camera feed.

When he realized Talia was
about to get a full confession,

he went big.

Moore was a traitor.

He didn't know the guy
who shot him was a traitor, too.

The DEA exposed two moles,
and it's not even lunch.

They want an outside agency
to investigate.

Well, Talia's worked
with us before.

Probably trusts NCIS
more than her own people.

- Where is she?
- She went on the run

after the shooting
and then got in touch with us.

At the moment, she's laying low
at her safe house

in Los Feliz.

Talia had evidence

that Agent Moore used
his top secret clearance

to bootleg

the DEA's drug cartel
informant list.

Have we secured

the duplicate?
Uh, no.

The DEA can only confirm

that the list
was transferred

to a thumb drive.

A team was sent
to Agent Moore's residence

in Hancock Park,
but they didn't find anything.

Friends, family?

Uh, yeah.

Emily Moore,

his wife, she's an
interior designer.

Got a team watching her now.

She hasn't moved
from the house

since getting the news that
her husband was killed.

Any connection

between Moore
and the guard who shot him?

Just one.

Citadel Behavioral Research.

I think you're all
familiar with the name.

Yes, we are. I wouldn't
be here if we weren't.

Premier psychological
assessment firm

under direct contract
with the federal government.

They spent six months
digging through my life

before I got the job
offer to work here.

Grade school report cards,
interviewing neighbors,

polygraphs, they did a
full-body cavity search

of my life.

Charming. So charming.

Graphic.

Citadel vetted Moore and the
security guard that killed him.

Best assessment team
in the world

struck out twice with
the same agency?

Best case scenario,

criminal negligence.

Worst case scenario,

conspiracy inside the firm.

Mm-hmm.

Why don't you take Talia
with you

to interview Emily Moore?

Okay.
Where's Hetty?

She's on a flight
back from DC.

Make sure she's fully briefed
by the time she lands.

What are you and Sam gonna do?
We'll hit Citadel.

Infiltrate the most secure
intelligence firm on the planet?

I like to start
my week off right.

Busted her partner
for treason,

watched him get shot,

and then shot the guy
that killed him

all in the same morning.

That's a tough day.

Well, she's a tough girl.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, why?

I'm getting a weird vibe.

So am I.
Maybe an earthquake is coming.

Something going on with the
Internal Affairs investigation?

Oh, look, we're here.

I know you're not gonna
knock on that door

without answering my question.

Talia, it's Kensi and Deeks.

Kensi, it's good
to see you.

Never thought I'd
hear myself say that.

We're here for you.

I know what it's like
to lose a partner.

Thank you.

Hey.
Hey.

Deeks, you are looking good.

I never thought I'd hear
myself say that, either.

Makes two of us.

I still can't believe
Mark got flipped.

15 years with the DEA.

I mean, I should have
figured it out

before he fell in over his head.

Any idea who flipped him?

No.

He said something that stuck.

"Taking away your choices

is the first thing they do."

Get down!

You good?

Yeah, I'm good.

Move! Go, go, go!

Let's go, let's go!

Well, the first thing they do
is take away your choices.

Evidently the second thing
they do is kill you.

Thanks, Eric.
All right, keep us posted.

Team of shooters just emptied
a couple dozen rounds

into the safe house and took off
in an unmarked van.

LAPD found the van
about three miles away,

wiped clean.

How'd they find her?

Talia's cell phone,
which was encrypted

with the DEA's
latest technology.

Security breach goes
a lot deeper than we thought.

Well, whoever turned Moore
is trying to cover their tracks.

They think Talia
was gonna pull it together.

It's time to see if those tracks
run through Citadel.

Eric and Nell hacked
their system.

They have us set up
as a couple of operatives

trying to get jobs at the CIA.

It's enough to get us
in the door.

The rest is up to us.

There's a lot of ground
to cover in that building

and not a lot of time.

Shooters are gonna take
another crack at Talia,

sooner than later.
All right.

We're gonna split up.

One passes, one fails.

Firms this big

have separate teams
to process each outcome,

conduct the exit interviews.

We'll cover
twice as much ground.

Yeah, it's déjà vu
all over again.

I remember Citadel's HL-7 test

when we were up for top
secret clearance years ago.

I pass, you fail.

When did I say that I'm gonna be
the one that fails?

I've never failed a test
in my life.

I'm not starting today.

Well, Sam Hanna's
not taking the test.

A fake person is.

You've honestly never failed
a test in your life?

Never.
That's not even possible.

I mean, everyone fails
at some point.

It's called being human.

I'm glad you're
so comfortable

being human.

I pass, you fail.

Okay.

I'm thinking of a number
between one and ten.

You have one guess.

You guess the right answer,

you get to be the one
who passes.

That's not fair.

It's a test.

No, it's a pop quiz.

Oh, see, now you're stalling.

How do I know you're not gonna

change the number
just to mess with me?

One guess.

Nine.

Explain your answer.

Last time we were in Vegas,

you put $100 down
on the number nine

at the roulette table.

We need to get going.

Am I right?

I'm happy to be the one

who fails the test, okay?

Because I got your number right.

We got a lot of work to do.

I got a reputation
to uphold.

Sam Hanna doesn't fail.

Hey, am I right?

This is it.

This is Emily Moore's place.

You think
she's somehow involved?

Never met her.

I'm sorry.

You were Mark Moore's partner
for 15 years,

and you never met his wife?
Nope.

He wanted to protect her from his work.
Huh.

Sounds like your partner
was hiding something from you.

Or he just wanted
to keep his work stress

separate from his home stress.

Ooh, whoever said Talia
was stressing him out?

I'm just-- I'm talking
about the job as a whole.

I think hiding stuff
is a bad idea.

Do you have any idea what
she's talking about right now?

You are an idiot.

That was
a rhetorical question.

Why did you spend
the last two nights

alone in your apartment?

Definitely not rhetorical.

I was cleaning up
after the plumbers,

if you have to know.

Oh, the plumbers don't
clean up after themselves?

Not to my standard.
Uh-huh.

Maybe yours.
Oh.

But I'm not, you know,
living in squalor.

Mark didn't introduce me
to his wife

because we, uh, pulled
all-nighters on cases together.

And I look like this.

And he didn't want his wife
to get the wrong idea.

Which, I mean, I get, you know?

In a hurry, I probably would
have gotten the wrong idea, too.

Anyone that you're protecting
from your work, Talia?

Of course not, Deeks.

I'm still
waiting around for you.

Oh.

Okay.

Yeah.

Sorry about that.

I know, I'm gonna take
the high road on this one.

As opposed to?
Bleeding her out.

Yeah, no,
that's an option.

You'll be
undergoing phase three

of the Citadel assessment
protocols today.

Yeah?
What's phase three?

The HL-7 test.

Have a seat, please.

Sounds like a party.

Welcome to phase three

of the Citadel
assessment protocols.

Please pay attention
to these instructions.

You will be presented
with a series of images.

Upon seeing each image,

state the first phrase
that comes into your mind.

Let's do this.

Please speak clearly.

Your responses will
be monitored and evaluated

by Citadel technicians.

Let's get this over with.

Father.

Uh...

Collateral damage.

Freedom.

Mr. Michaels,
is everything okay?

Uh, yeah.

No, I'm-I'm... Yeah, I'm fine.

Resuming phase three now.

Fairy tale.
Commitment.

Escape.

Trident.

Forgiveness.

Father.

Father.

Second chance.

Serenity.

Father.

Family.

I'm getting out.

That's enough.

I was on my way to work,

thinking nothing could
possibly hurt more

than these new heels Mark
gave me for our anniversary.

Specifically the one
crushing my left foot.

Then the phone rang and...

well...

put pain in a whole new
perspective for me.

Mark was involved
with some pretty bad people.

Is there anything
that stuck out to you?

Odd behavior or, uh, strangers
coming by, anything like that?

You're his partner?

Yes, ma'am.

He told me you
weighed 300 pounds.

That's why I loved him.

Even though I knew he'd never
lay a hand on another woman,

Mark still wanted to make sure
I slept soundly.

Mark was a gentleman,
Mrs. Moore.

Till he got himself
caught up in something.

I knew it was bad.

What did he tell you?

He said there were
men following me

but that nothing would happen.

He told me he was gonna
take care of it.

Mark was brave.

He's not the type of guy

that you could just scare
into committing treason.

In fact we believe that they
were using you as leverage.

And the question is--
who are they?

So, Mr. Michaels,

not a big fan
of the HL-7 test?

Kind of,
sort of over it?

Hey, why don't you cut
me loose, all right?

I'll get out of your hair.

I think the HL-7's
a joke, personally.

I mean, I'm not a hard-ass
Special Forces soldier

like yourself,

but it's all New Age
psychobabble if you ask me.

Look, I've read
your file.

You wanted this CIA gig
pretty badly.

You spent the past ten or so
years on the agency track,

and it was all for nothing.

Hey, I'll find
work, all right?

But not the work you want.

Not without
Citadel-vetted clearance.

It doesn't have to be that way.

What are you saying?

I'm saying you passed the test.

You aced your HL-7.

It's what I do.

You scored well above
the top one percent

in the areas of morality,
drive and leadership.

I just wanted
to meet you in person.

Well, I'm happy
to serve my country.

Mind if I ask you
a question, Dr. Rathburn?

By all means.

Coffee?

No, thanks.

What happens
to the guys who fail?

They're processed and
escorted from the building

within ten minutes.

There's no way
I passed that test.

Well, yeah,
y-you tanked it,

but I have the power to slide
you through the system anyway.

Get you Citadel-approved.

And I don't have to tell you how
valuable those credentials are.

In exchange for what?

Nothing.

Right now, that is.

But one day, Mr. Michaels,
I may come asking for a favor.

Of course, there's
a chance I won't.

It all depends
on what the powers that be

require at any given time.

Sounds kind of dangerous.

We're dangerous men.

What's your name?

Jon Bennett.

Would you like to see
how dangerous I am, Mr. Bennett?

Not the face, man.

Not the face.

Uh, fire alarm triggered,
25th floor.

Didn't think
there was a fire.

Yeah, meet Jon Bennett, he's a
little sensitive about his face.

Well, what, you figured

there wasn't enough
time to arrest him?

A lot of DEA agents
may not have much time left.

You have no idea
what you just stepped into.

We have people
everywhere.

People you've
known for years,

the ones you see
every day at work.

You think you know
them, but you don't.

How well do you
really know anyone?

We're about to find out.

Citadel poached Jon Bennett

from a Wall Street marketing
firm three years ago.

Prep school,

wealthy family,
Harvard degree.

No military or law
enforcement experience.

They needed
a deal maker,

someone slick and smart,
a Wall Street type

that's willing to
overlook ethics

in exchange for a paycheck.

Those Wall Street types
aren't built

to do life terms in prison.

He'll talk.

Thanks, guys.

Yeah.
No problem.

You good?

Yeah.

The HL-7 test
that Citadel ran on us...

Your plan worked, Sam.

You passed, I failed.

It's as simple as that.

That wasn't me.

It was just an alias.

Didn't rattle
you at all, huh?

No.

I didn't feel a thing.

People see what
I want them to see.

My boss, Dr. Rathburn, is
probably wondering where I am.

All she has to do is look
at the security camera footage

during the fire alarm,
and she'll know.

She may decide to mitigate the
risk and just have you killed.

If I die,
you've got nothing.

And if you live?

Maybe you'll figure out
how Citadel really works,

before Rathburn starts
making phone calls.

Hmm.

You should see
her speed-dial list.

Senators, half the NSA,
the White House.

She'll have the lights
in this place turned off

by 5:00 p.m. today.

5:00.

Well, I guess you'd better
start talking, then.

Negotiation starts now.

Supermax prison,
life sentence,

solitary confinement.

I won't get solitary.

You're not the only one who
knows how to make deals.

Rest of your life in a box,
supermax, no visitors, no hope.

That's not...

Not what you're
prepared for?

Negotiation starts now.

No solitary confinement
for life.

You give us Citadel
on a platter,

maybe we'll talk
about that.

There used to be two outcomes

when Citadel vetted you
for clearance-- pass or fail.

Now there's three--
pass, fail and potential.

Explain "potential."

Dr. Rathburn developed
an algorithm

that identifies a specific type
of personality.

High in aggression,
low degrees of hesitation.

A natural skepticism
towards authority figures.

Opportunistic.

The kind of candidate
that's not afraid to take risks,

maybe cut a side deal.

So Citadel gives them
credentials for work,

builds itself a network
of covert spies.

It's like a... it's like
a shadow government.

A state within a state.

You were hired to handle the
candidates with potential.

Candidates like
Mark Moore.

Yes.

Once a candidate
accepts a deal,

we build an extensive file
on their family and friends.

Leverage.

These kind of candidates
aren't afraid to get killed.

Got to keep them
motivated and loyal.

If they refuse
to do Citadel's bidding,

their families get hurt.

And if they try and go public,
they risk a prison sentence

for accepting
top secret clearance

after they failed the test.

Once you take the deal,
there's no way out.

That's what I've been
trying to tell you guys.

How many government employees
does Citadel control right now?

Well, we've got hundreds
of people across every agency.

CIA, FBI, DEA,
ATF, NSA.

Maybe even NCIS.

I don't really
expect you to tell me,

but what are you looking for?

Mark uploaded some
very sensitive documents

onto an unauthorized
thumb drive.

It's important that we find
it before somebody else does.

What do you mean
by "sensitive"?

Well, it contains the names
of hundreds of informants

placed in Mexican drug cartels
over the last decade.

That list gets
in the wrong hands,

it's gonna be a bloodbath.

A bloodbath that Mark
was willing to risk

because he wanted
to protect me?

I never would have let
him do it if I'd known.

Which is why he never told you.

All right, if we don't find
that thumb drive today,

your agency's gonna have to
start pulling people out.

Do you know

how many years it took
to place those informants?

People sacrificed
their lives

just to get a chance
to help them inside.

Yeah, a sacrifice that's
not gonna be worth it

if their names
are exposed.

Look, we don't even know if
the cartel has the thumb drive.

Are you kidding
me right now?

You try saying
that to the people

whose names are
actually on it, Talia.

Those are beautiful heels.

I mean, I have

the fashion sense
of a street urchin,

but even I can tell that
those were made by a master.

I mean,
those are beautiful heels.

I couldn't believe
Mark got them for me.

I'd been dreaming about
a pair like this for months.

He knew you pretty well.

Mark joked I treated them
better than my Prius.

They're beautiful.
Can I, can I see them

for a second?

Deeks...

No, I'm pretty sure
he knows what he's doing.

I certainly hope so,
'cause this whole

foot fetish routine
is freaking me out.

I know it sounds creepy,
but... just for a second.

I know what it's like
to lose somebody.

Crazy thing about it is
that after they're gone,

it's like everything
that passed between you

seems like the most precious
thing in the world, you know?

That's very true, Detective.

Now, we know that he loved you.

And we know that he
was gonna protect you.

And this thumb drive
we're looking for,

he would never put it any place
you were gonna find it,

because finding it means

that you're gonna become
a target, just like he was.

And so, if you're him,
what do you do?

He puts it in the one place
that you would never look.

It's in there?

Left shoe.

The heel.

And that is why

your one shoe hurt
more than the other.

May I?

And there she is.

Wow.

Gotta hand it to you, Deeks.

That's actually
impressive.

You definitely have some sort of
weird foot fetish happening,

but that's impressive.

It's not a fetish--

it's just a lifestyle.

That was Kensi.

They recovered
the DEA informant list.

Eric ran a remote scan.

Turns out that the thumb drives

were custom-encrypted
to prevent copying.

Sounds like someone's prepping
Intel for the black market.

Is Citadel the buyer
or the seller?

The seller.

The Molina Cartel offered
$100 million for the list.

It all goes
back to money.

Dr. Rathburn needs funding

to keep
Citadel Assessment Protocols

ahead of its competitors.

But her social circle's the type

that lives
on private jets and yachts.

So she's using federal dollars

to fund her lifestyle.

Had to create some new scheme

to keep Citadel running.

Makes you wonder
what she'd score

on her own HL-7 test, right?

Citadel has
a large enough network

to stall any investigation.

The moment we
leave this room,

make an official report,

someone at one agency
or another's gonna

warn Dr. Rathburn
we're coming.

If what he's
saying is true,

Citadel has
compromised

hundreds of federal
law enforcement agents.

They're at Rathburn's
beck and call.

There's not going to be
an official report.

We can't risk the leak.

Exactly.

Taking down Citadel's
gonna be on us.

You're crazy.

Think about what happens
if you take a swing and miss.

The White House will have
your team broken up by dawn

and Rathburn's kill squads
will hunt you down

for as long as it takes.

Citadel will never stop coming.

Neither will we.

Bennett just
signed his deal.

He's going to help
us take down Citadel

in exchange for
a reduced sentence.

Citadel knows that

that DEA informant list
is still out there.

From what Bennett tells us,

their CEO is desperate to get
the Molina Cartel's cash.

$100 million
on the line.

So we're setting up a sting.

Dr. Rathburn's
been wondering

why Bennett vanished
at that fire alarm.

He's gonna call her,
explain the reason.

He was approached by people

who can deliver
the missing DEA informant list.

But Rathburn is smart.

Smart enough to suspect
that she's being set up.

She's also confident enough
to think she can outmaneuver

whatever Bennett's
gotten himself into

and get what she's
wanted from the start.

At least we hope so.

- Right.
- Now, G and I were seen

on a Citadel security cam today,

so if we show up and
we're recognized,

the whole op
could fall apart.

Rathburn would realize
someone's onto her

and the DEA list won't be good
as bait anymore.

With her political
connections,

there's a very
strong possibility

we won't get another
chance at her.

All right.

So Bennett lures
her to the scene

with the DEA list.

Deeks and I show up
with the thumb drive.

We're just a couple
of rogue agents

trying to make
a quick buck

by selling it back to Citadel.

Once we make the sale,

you and Sam show up,
bust her,

- game over.
- Close.

No cigar.

Yeah, I'm not going
undercover with you.

I'm going with Talia.

What?

Citadel knows
she busted her partner

trying to steal the DEA list.

She was supposed to die
in the interrogation room,

but she escaped,
so Citadel has no idea

how much she does
or does not know.

They already sent a hit team
to the safe house

to try and take her
out this morning.

- Yeah.
- Kensi...

Rathburn's worried she'll find
Agent Moore's thumb drive,

blow that $100 million payday.

Talia will make
the sale to Rathburn.

Deeks will go in as a
corrupt cop backing her up.

While I'm stuck
in overwatch.

Which is exactly
where we need you.

Dr. Rathburn's savvy enough

to have her own sniper out there
in case things go wrong.

Yeah, you're calling
it "overwatch,"

I'm calling it
"keeping Marty alive."

Okay.

You know, Citadel is
a national security risk

that affects every law
enforcement agency in America.

Hundreds of people
are being blackmailed.

We need to take down
Dr. Rathburn today.

This is gonna be our only shot.

If you're here to make a speech,
I'm not interested.

Just checking
on you.

All right.

Make yourself useful.

Kensi, are you
a perfectionist?

About certain things.

Such as...?

Guns, knives,
and... dating.

I like your priorities.
Mmm.

You're the ultimate
perfectionist.

According to some.

How do you do it?

Getting things perfect,

it just weighs me down.

It stresses me out,
and worst of all,

I know it shows.

You get results.

I make the people I care about
unhappy in the process.

Nobody's perfect.

But the pursuit of
perfection is all about

problems and solutions.

You're not good
at something,

you practice more.

You're broke?

You work harder,
spend less, save more.

You have a relationship
that drives you crazy?

Seek first to understand,
then be understood.

Man, you make it sound so much
easier than it actually is.

It's not.

It's probably the hardest way
someone can live, but...

anything worth doing
is worth doing right.

Yeah, but every time
you solve a problem,

you know that there's just more
coming your way.

You never get to enjoy life.

I haven't solved
a problem in years.

How so?
Well...

anytime I feel like a
problem's about to appear,

I just keep looking at the world

and then, uh,

I realize that the only time
problems appear

is when I'm running around,

trying to find a solution.

I never thought
about it that way.

You can't force it.

Gotta let it flow.

More being, less doing.

"More being, less doing."

Huh.

Might have to just steal
that one from you.

Nah, you don't have to steal it.

I'll let you have it.

More being, less doing.

You good?

Yeah, no,
I'm good.

Dr. Rathburn
didn't become

CEO of Citadel for nothing.

She's a genius when it comes
to analyzing behavior.

Micro-expressions,

posture,

the words you use...

You worried I'm gonna
blow this op?

I guess I'm just looking out.

The things we think
aren't such a big deal

may be a really
big deal to others.

Yeah, no, I get that.

Do you?

I mean, I get Citadel's
gonna have shooters everywhere

and one clumsy lie

means someone's
gonna get killed.

You're talking about Kensi.

I'm talking about all of us
being on our game.

Whatever's going on
in our personal lives

gets buried
so that we can be in the moment.

Yeah, no, that makes sense.

I'll be in the moment.

Good.

Let's hope your partner is, too.

We're approaching
the rendezvous point.

Copy.

I have eyes on Deeks,

Talia and Bennett.

Clear copy.

Got a good visual.

Got four possible shooters
in the crowd.

Caucasian, male,

wraparound sunglasses
and cover shirts.

Copy that.

I got them.

You good, Bennett?

I'm good, bro. I'm good.

I'm sorry,
did you just call me "bro"?

Okay.

Gordon Gekko Jr. over here
is most certainly not good.

He is sweating
through his suit, Deeks.

I excel under pressure.

Yeah, Sam and Callen
kidnapped you

and turned you
against your boss

in the same time it
takes me to eat lunch.

You are certainly
not good, bro.

Whoa.
Hmm?

What... what are you doing?

Oh, this is
our cover story, Deeks.

No, our cover story is that
you're a rogue DEA agent

and I'm a dirty cop looking to
cash in on murder and mayhem.

Mm-hmm.

Why are you
holding my hand?

Because we're in love.
Are we?

Mm-hmm, you're
gonna use that money

to take me surfing in Bali
when your other

work affair
least suspects it.

Please let go
of my hand.

You know, at this point
it might seem suspicious.

You know, like we're
in a fight or something.

That's because we are
in a fight or something.

Who holds hands
on a sting operation?

We do.

Dr. Rathburn has to know
something's up.

She's only coming here today
to confirm her suspicions.

I'm dead.
Bennett,

it's gonna be fine--
just breathe.

Speak for yourself, lover boy.
Deeks?

Why is your hand
so sweaty?

Is everything at home okay
with you and the princess?

Oh, God, wow, I do not
remember you being this cruel.

You missed it.

Do I?
Mm-hmm.

And the princess

can hear everything
you're saying

and has the ability
to shoot high-velocity rounds

in your direction
at 3,000 feet per second.

Good looking out, baby.

Yeah, sweetheart.

Both of you, shut up.

All right, kids,
look alive.

We got a visual
on Dr. Rathburn.

She's approaching
the rendezvous point on foot,

50 yards out.

And it looks like she's alone.

We're scanning
park camera footage now,

but we're only tracking
those four men on the ground.

Rathburn's got to have
a sniper out there someplace.

Find him.

My three o'clock.

Game on.

I was wondering where you'd
run off to today, Mr. Bennett.

As I said on the phone,

Agent Talia Del Campo
approached me with an offer.

I wouldn't waste your time.

I looked up
your Citadel file, Talia.

Your HL-7 results

told me there was
a less than one percent chance

you'd betray the DEA,

and if you did,
it would be for love.

I guess you nailed me,
Dr. Rathburn.

You weren't much of a surprise,
either, Detective Deeks.

The HL-7 predicted you'd

turn on the LAPD eventually.

Authority issues,

your talent for manipulation,

a fixation for revenge

for that one time...

Are we gonna do this or not?

Mr. Bennett's
a creature of habit

who would only go dark on me

if faced with something
far more severe

than a standard
prison sentence.

You probably threatened him

with life in solitary.

So, no...

we're not.

Sniper!

Damn it! Bennett's down,
Rathburn's on the move!

Take out that sniper now!

Eric! Kensi!

Scanning camera feeds;
can't find him anywhere.

Just stay down.
I don't have him.

Deeks, you got a visual
on Rathburn?

She's gone.

Rathburn's gone.

We're pinned down, Kensi.

You need to find that sniper!

Dr. Rathburn just got in
an unmarked Lincoln Town Car

at the northern edge
of the park.

And we got her tagged.

Callen, Sam,
shooters on the ground

about to have you flanked
in 30 seconds!

Come on!

More being, less doing.

Sniper's down.

I repeat-- sniper's down.

Bennett?

It's over?

Yeah.

I made so many mistakes.

Well...

maybe today will be
a new start for you.

Did you get Dr. Rathburn?

Yes, ma'am?

Gary?
Yes, ma'am.

Get me the vice president,

the attorney general,

and SECNAV in that order.

Gary?

Hello?

You're not the only one

with friends in high places,

Dr. Rathburn.

Wow!

You look very familiar.

Ah, yes!

I believe I have
a file on you, my dear.

Your HL-7 results

were most revealing.

Not the kind of thing
you'd want made public.

Oh.

I've never been
very interested in taking tests.

Spoken like someone
who fails them.

Well, you may have evaluated
a woman who looked like me

and sounded like me,
but it wasn't me at all.

Then who was it?

Oh, whoever I felt
like being that day.

Your results were
validated by biometrics.

It's impossible to outsmart
the HL-7 protocol.

It's interesting,

you administering
that silly test

all these years,
never bothering

to ask what the "HL"

stood for.

It's the inventor's initials, Henry...
Etta.

Henrietta Lange.

Pleasure to meet you.

I'm afraid
our next conversation

won't be nearly as cordial.

It was a pleasure
as usual.

You know,
I think we work better

when it's not a pleasure,
don't you?

Mm-hmm.

More being, less doing.

What?

What is that?

Nothing.

I think your girlfriend
takes this Jedi crap

way too seriously, Marty.

It's not Jedi crap.
Although I got to hand it her.

She made one hell
of a shot today.

Oh, well, thank you, but you
can compliment me to my face.

She's good.
She's the best.

She is.
Still standing right here.

Actually, do you mind telling
her, when I take off,

it was really good to see her?
I can do that.

That's very sweet.

You know, I think that
deserves a proper thank you.

It's very gentlemanly of you.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Probably that... Aah!
Don't fight it.

Okay!

All right, that... Yeah!

That just happened.

Classy.

Somebody call human resources!

Dinner?

Yeah, no,
we should definitely

do that thing where we eat dinner...
Good.

Because I have reservations
at Giorgio's for two.

And it is...
truffle season?

Um, yeah, no, Giorgio's

and truffles sounds...

I got a better idea.

Okay.

Trust me?

Uh...
Come on.

I never liked tests.

It's 'cause you think
of them as tests.

As opposed to?
Opportunities.

Opportunities to keep your
perfect streak alive, uh-huh.

Can't argue with success, G.

Success?

Streak ended today.

First of all,
it was a pop quiz.

And second of all, I know you
thought of the number nine.

I never confirmed it.

Look me in the eye.

Tell me you didn't
think of the number nine.

It was either six or nine.

You said only one number.

You picked nine
before I could commit.

Six and nine are very similar.

That's the thing
about these tests.

They're very subjective.

Not this kind of test.

Sam, I'm sorry
about the streak.

Oh, the streak is alive!

Mm-hmm.
- Congratulations,

you two, on a job well done.

Thank you.

What is this?

That's for you.

Oh!

What about me?

You don't need one.

I expect you to use that.

Or I will.

Thank you.

Uh-huh.

So, while truffles
are obviously a delicacy,

you never asked me
what my favorite meal was.

Also, I have
a confession to make.

There was no leak
and therefore no plumbers.

Then why do you
still look nervous?

Well, you're
about to find out.

Oh...

Your favorite meal is
lasagna-- that's cute.

Well, more specifically
my favorite meal is, uh,

my mom's lasagna.

Oh, my gosh.

Your mom got here two days ago
and she's been staying with you.

And she's the one who's been
blowing up your phone.

And I know, I know
you're not making me

meet her for the first time...

Is that you, Martin?
Mama.

Hey.
Hi, Martin.

Mom...

this is, uh, Kensi.

Kensi, this is... my mom.

And those are words
that I just said out loud.

Hi, it is a pleasure
to finally meet you.

You cook?

No.

You want to learn?
No.

I like her.
Yeah, I like her, too.

Come on,
let's get this party started.

I never liked truffles anyway.

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