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Previously on NCIS.

Special Agent Parker, this is David Barbado, DOD. If this MTAC upgrade

go perfectly, heads will roll.

Look, I know that rebooting our whole entire system here is a big job, but you

and your tech trolls are up to it. Well, of all the things I worry about going

wrong, Daryl dropping dead was not one of them. We're all happy to see you,

but does anybody mind if we get back to finding our tech troll killer?

Tommy, what are you doing? You wanted me to plug it into Casey's laptop during

the upgrade.

Whatever Tommy did, it worked.

So this was never about hacking the upgrade?

No, it was all about Edna.

Who's Edna?

No way.

No freaking way. Please tell me you are not still in here. Could you close the

door, please?

You are missing the party of the year.

We just got, like, 50 pizzas delivered, and we're doing Jager shots and cake

stands. Oh, well, gravity doesn't really affect ethanol absorption, so you're

just wasting beer.

Which reminds me, can I borrow a shirt? Mine is soaked.

Help yourself.

a dick who assigned you homework over a three -day weekend?

Was it Professor Tarver? That guy's such a tool.

No, it's actually not homework. It's a personal project I'm working on. Did you

know that only a small percentage, like 16 % of crime scenes actually contain

enough DNA or fingerprints to solve a crime?

Oh my god.

Cancel the party. This is the end of the world.

I'm serious, Jo. What I'm working on could maybe change that someday. It

actually matter.

You know what else matters?

Your life.

And you are not living it. Here we go.

I love you.

Okay, but you cannot spend the rest of your life with your head down in a book

forever. It is okay to look up every once in a while.

Come on.

Come on.

Join the party.

I promise you, you're not going to regret it. Oh,

wait. I just remembered something. What?

I hate parties.

Oh, come on. Really?

I'm sorry. I love you.

Look, all I'm saying is that I wasn't bored.

It's a compliance seminar, Nick. It's not Coachella. You're supposed to be

bored. Right.

You all right, bro?

I spent an hour on the Peloton this morning. Seriously, you're not what I

needed. Yeah, I wonder where the elevator's out.

Forget that.

Why is Tommy in handcuffs?

I know you want answers, but I don't have yet. It's a very fluid situation.

It is a mess.

is what it is. Your office was tasked to do a simple system upgrade. Which we

completed, by the way. And now I'm being told a janitor attempted to sabotage

it? Yes and no. It's complicated.

There you go. Agent Parker, who is the janitor working for?

Huh? The Russians?

The DOD has long suspected there could be a mole inside leaking information.

the hundredth time, I don't know. Maybe I should go over your head and call your

superior. I'll do you one better. How about I call yours?

Does anyone understand any of this? No.

Here's the autopsy. Oh, hey.

How was the seminar?

What happened to your head?

Oh, it's just a little scraped. I got into an axe fight with Tommy after he

killed one of Casey's tech trolls.

What? One of Casey's tech trolls was killed? Who?

Daryl.

His neck was broken.

Sam?

Welcome back. For the love of God, can someone explain what the hell happened

last night?

Someone stole Edna.

Who's Edna?

Edna is the nickname of a computer program I created. It's a forensic tool.

Basically, it can help with fingerprint identification.

How come we haven't heard of this before?

Because I only just finished it. Up until now, it's been a pet project,

something I've been noodling with since college.

And this is what Tommy stole from your computer?

Yeah, and then wiped all the Edna files off my hard drive.

Tommy say why he stole it?

Oh, he was just a pawn.

Someone abducted his family and forced them into it.

He's got no idea who it was.

Hey, how do you fit into all this?

Oh, I don't know.

I'm just here for a layover.

Would love to stay in crime solve with y 'all, but not personal business in

Dubai. This is a nightmare.

Someone's dead because of something that I created.

It wasn't your fault, Casey.

It doesn't make any sense. Why go through all this trouble just to steal

forensic software?

Yeah, is your program valuable?

Oh. Maybe to some people.

Honestly, it's no big deal.

So other than you, who else knew about it?

There was a tech company, a startup really, that was interested in buying

But other than that... Well, then I think it's time we talked to this

Mr. Schofield will be right with you.

It's an honor to meet you, by the way.

Big fan.

Nice digs.

I thought you said this was a startup.

There she is. The woman who's going to change the world of forensic science.

Such a pleasure to see you again, Miss Hines. Oh, thanks.

And these are my colleagues, Agents Parker and McGee. Colleagues? Then you

know how lucky you are to be working with such a visionary genius.

Her creation, Edna, is going to make us all very, very rich.

Wow. Rich, huh?

Well, let's just say if our deal closes, Miss Hines will be able to buy this

building.

Twice over.

Okay, maybe I undersold it a little bit.

Did I mention I'm a big fan?

Thank you, Anastasia.

Matcha latte with a splash of oat milk, just as you like it.

Mr. Schofield, help me out here.

Why is your company tripping over itself to buy a fingerprint ID program?

Clearly, Casey's been too modest with you about what she's built.

Yeah, just a little bit.

Her invention is more than just a fingerprint program.

It's a suspect profiler.

As you know, in most crime scenes, if you find a print and it's not in your

system, you're dead in the water.

But Casey discovered that certain fingerprint patterns tend to show up

often alongside specific genetic traits.

So she, um... Look at me, telling you how the thing works when the creator's

sitting right in front of me.

Apologies, Casey.

Uh, I designed a program that cross -references print patterns with DNA

databases. So if you feed the program a fingerprint, it should...

Generate genetic markers and... Build the suspect's profile.

Tell you where to start looking. Casey, that's amazing.

It's a game changer.

Every law enforcement agency on the planet will want it. We're so excited,

even begun brainstorming some alternative names in case Edna doesn't

Let me show you.

Casey, why don't you tell us everything?

Because of all of this, I hate all of the attention. It's embarrassing.

Okay, we're thinking...

Helix print.

Okay, I love this one.

Hindsight. Right? It's smart because they managed to work in the creator's

name. No, I can see that. Who else in the company knew about Casey's program?

Just my assistant and a small team of executives.

Is there a problem? Well, we had a bit of a security breach last night.

Um, someone...

Stole Edna off my computer.

Considering you guys were the only ones who knew about it, we're thinking it's

an inside job.

You don't have anyone who would want to steal from you or hurt the company?

Mueller.

My in -house lawyer. He was fired two weeks ago after a salary dispute.

It's a pretty ugly breakup.

How ugly?

He had to be escorted out of the building.

He kept yelling he'd make me pay.

I still

can't

believe she didn't tell us. Wow, believe me. If you saw the look on her face in

that office, you'd understand she was...

Mortified. Can't believe I bought her dinner last week. She'll be buying me

dinner for life. Casey's not going to have any money to spend unless we get

invention back. So let's try to get back into it, okay?

Where's Mueller now?

We checked his apartment, but there's no sign of him. He could have skipped

town. Yeah, Bolo's out. We alerted the airports. What about the guy who was

coerced into stealing the program, Tommy?

The custodian. We got anything linking him to Mueller?

No, no. We did a thorough sweep of Tommy's house. The only thing that we

was a fingerprint on the duct tape that was used to gag Tommy's wife.

Unfortunately, that print was not in our system.

Worst case, he's programmed when you need him.

All right, keep digging. And find that lawyer.

With dinner and dessert.

Guess you found my hiding spot.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was just gonna grab a quick nap before I go.

Don't let me keep you. I just came in here to think.

You sure? Because I can go.

No, I'm fine. Get some rest.

Thank you.

Okay. Who are you hiding from?

Oh, everyone.

Somehow worried about my impending fortune got out around the office, and

everyone's acting weird around me.

Even Barbara from accounting hit me up for a donation to her musical theater

group. Her what? This is why I didn't want to tell anybody about Edna until I

was ready.

More money, more problems.

Except I'm not even rich yet.

I think you should be proud of yourself, Casey.

The company wants to shell out big bucks for something you created.

It's pretty cool.

I never did it for the money.

I wanted to leave something behind, a legacy, you know?

That's why I named the program Edna. It's a tribute to my grandma.

She was the first woman in her town to become a doctor, all while raising three

kids all by herself.

Sounds like an incredible woman.

She was.

And this program was supposed to be my legacy.

That's just something that I'm embarrassed about, and Darryl lost his

it.

Well, maybe justice for Darryl is coming sooner than we think.

It's Torres.

He's just got a lead on the missile lawyer's location.

Canvas the whole area. Go door to door. I want statements from everybody.

All right, go.

Help you boys with something?

Yeah, NCIS.

Are you in charge here? Yeah.

Detective Conklin, what's this about?

We got a tip on an Elliot Mueller connected to a case that we're

Yeah, is that him over there? What's left?

Someone went to town on him with a box cutter.

Mind if we take a look?

Actually, I do.

Mueller was in military, so this isn't your case.

Plus, it wouldn't be right, considering what we just found.

Found?

We got lucky.

The killer left behind the murder weapon with a print on it, big juicy one.

We just ran it.

And a name came up you might be interested in.

What's up, McGee? In case you need to listen to me carefully here, Elliot

Mueller is dead. And they found your fingerprint on the murder weapon.

What? The police want to take you in for questioning.

No, no, no. But I didn't do this. I'm innocent.

I'm being framed.

Casey, I believe you, okay, but somehow they got your fingerprint. I don't know

how, but they did.

Oh, Edna.

Whoever stole it must have somehow gotten a hold of my DNA and reverse

-engineered the program to work backwards.

So instead of using a print to extract genetic markers, they're using my genes

to create a print.

I can do that?

Apparently now it can.

Oh, my God, McGee.

They're using my own invention against me.

Kill them, Parker.

Kate, calm down.

When I figure out who did this to me, I swear to God, they messed with the wrong

forensic scientist.

Okay, so I don't understand. Someone used your program to recreate your

fingerprint? No, you do understand, Jimmy, because that's exactly what

I want a gun. No.

I want a large sharp knife. No case.

I don't understand. Why is someone trying to frame Casey? Is this personal?

the killer want revenge?

Maybe they just want to get her out of the way because she's the only one who

knows how Edna works.

Well, they're doing a very good job because the police are going to be here

second. What am I going to tell them? The truth. Someone's using your

against you.

They will never believe me. Someone stole Edna. Remember, I don't even have

proof it exists.

Okay, then the only way that we're going to clear your name is if we catch the

real guy who did it. And get Edna back.

Easier said than done. The only piece of evidence we have is that fingerprint

that we pulled from Tommy the custodian's house. And without Casey's

ID it, it's useless.

Maybe not.

Okay, well, whatever you're thinking of doing, do it fast. This is Knight,

upstairs in the squad room. We got company.

This is ridiculous. I am here on official DOD business. I understand, but

very busy. What's going on?

H .E. Parker, there you are.

I have been patiently waiting for your report on the bot system upgrade.

Patiently? It's only been four hours. And so far, I have received zip.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were deliberately trying to ignore me.

How could we ignore you when you won't leave us alone? Okay, just follow me.

Look, Deputy, I promised to get you those reports, but now is not really the

time. I don't think you or your team is taking this breach seriously enough.

There is the threat of a Russian mole inside the DOD. Inside the DOD, yeah,

you've been telling us.

I would like to speak to Ms. Hines now.

The breach happened on her watch, and frankly, I'm beginning to question her

diligence. No need to question. I assure you, Casey is the best we've got here.

Rock solid. You can count on her. I'm looking for Casey Hines.

She's wanted in connection with a murder.

Murder?

Detective, you're making a mistake. Casey didn't kill anyone. What possible

motive could she have to kill Mueller?

How about he was a lawyer on a business deal she was involved in?

Money sounds like a pretty good motive to me. Or maybe she killed him because

she is a Russian spy.

Why are you here?

Congressman, you got a flimsy motive and you know it. It's not going to survive

a courtroom. I'm telling you. You're rushing this thing. Where is she?

Oh, hey there.

Where's Miss Hines?

The coast is clear.

Oh, I can't thank you enough, Sam, for getting me out of there.

What about your plate?

The bucket weight.

You need help, and I'm your best option.

So what's the plan? Where are we going?

To upstate New York, a small town named Clayton.

What's in Clayton?

My work notebook.

My original source code for Edna is there. I wrote it down years ago and

to a friend for safekeeping.

If I can get that notebook, I can rebuild my computer program.

Find a description of the killer using his fingerprints?

Mm -hmm.

Sounds like a plan.

Upstate New York it is.

In the meantime, I will get started on rebuilding Edna from memory.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm just, um... Man, I'm thinking about the way the killer used Edna.

He used it in a way I never intended.

Well, then it isn't your fault.

Yeah, I know, but if anyone can recreate

fingerprints and frame whoever they want, imagine the consequences.

Well,

when we get Ed in the back, you just have to put in better safeguards.

You'll know what to do.

So call me when you get there. Be careful.

Sam and Casey are headed to New York to rebuild their program.

Oh, they better watch their backs.

That Detective Conklin ain't playing around.

He just put out a bullet on Casey.

We need access to the dead lawyer's crime scene to find out what evidence

Conklin has.

Hmm.

When I was at the scene, I saw a phone laying beside the body.

Could give us something.

Yeah, but how do we get our hands on it? Technically, it's not our case.

We could ask Conklin.

He's not the Sharon type.

He can go over his head, get a warrant.

That'd take too long.

What if we don't ask him?

I'm sorry, but I am still very uncomfortable doing this. You're a

Harold. Reformed hacker.

This should be a cakewalk for you. But this is hacking into the empty police

database. This is highly illegal.

If I get caught, I can...

Go to jail. That's why I asked you to do it instead of McGee. What?

No, he's kidding, okay? He's kidding. You will be okay. Don't worry about it.

Be okay.

Okay, I'm in.

Case file for A1 Elliot Mueller.

That's a lot of blood.

All right, pull up his phone records.

Search any mention of the word Edna.

All right, here we go.

Yeah, looks like it came up in a text thread between ya boy and an unknown

contact. Mueller sounds pretty steamed.

Don't act like this wasn't my plan. Taking Edna was my idea.

If you screw me over, I'll kill you. No, that wasn't very nice.

Mueller must have a partner. His partner got to him first.

Corporate espionage ain't pretty.

This is interesting.

It's Mueller's GPS history.

Looks like the week before he was murdered, he visited the same location

Virginia six times.

It's the headquarters of some place called the Helios. Strategic group.

a private military contract.

I just searched the database for Helios, and I got this. It's a recent police

bulletin. Thieves just stole a truck full of weapons and explosives from

headquarters.

Well, this is way past corporate espionage.

So this friend of yours, you're sure she still has your notebook?

There's no chance she's lost it.

Lost?

No.

Earned it, maybe.

Hi, Joanna.

It's been a while.

You look good. You haven't changed.

Yeah, well, clearly you have.

What?

No. No, no, no. We're not.

We're just friends. We're just friends.

What do you want?

Um, I need your help.

My help?

After what you did.

You broke my heart, Casey.

So you two were... Yep.

And you broke up with... Yep.

This ain't gonna be iffy. Iffy.

Nope.

Thanks for coming in, Mr. Rasmussen. Not sure why you're wasting your time with

me when you...

Could be looking for my gun.

We're working on it. Just trying to gather the facts.

You mentioned that the stolen weapons were inside one of your trucks.

Correct. My company just signed a very lucrative deal supplying weapons and

hardware to the U .S. Army.

All state -of -the -art stuff.

Worth tens of millions of dollars, which is why I need them back.

Now.

I figured a place like yours would have pretty tight security. How'd they get

in? Too damn easily, that's how.

I think they had help from the inside.

You got a name?

Adam Rowland, one of my security guards.

Called in sick yesterday, not answering his phone today.

He could have given them access, except, uh... What?

Well, the thieves got into other areas of my facility, secured areas the guards

can't even get into.

Only way in?

With biometric access.

Like a fingerprint?

Correct. Edna strikes again. Gotta be.

Who the hell's Edna?

Come on, Joanna.

Open up. I really need your help.

Hurry up. We're starting to draw heat.

I'm trying.

Come on, Joe.

You know what? I just need to grab something, and then I'll be gone real

I promise.

What's the deal between you guys anyway?

We, like, we dated for a few...

years during and after college, and she thinks that I'm the one who broke it

off. Did you?

No.

Yeah, it's complicated.

We don't have time for complicated, Casey. Just say I'm sorry. Let's grab

notebook and go. Why do I have to apologize? I didn't do anything wrong.

Come on. Come on, Joe.

Joe. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Joanna, open up.

Casey misses you and wants to say sorry. She wants to apologize.

You have five minutes.

Okay, look, Jo, we're here for a notebook.

Tan leather scuffed on the edges. Have you seen it?

Maybe.

Okay. Listen, I get that things may not have ended great between us, and, uh,

I'm sorry.

Oh, well, as long as you're sincere about it. I'm trying, Jo.

Yeah, try harder.

I gave up my job in Colorado, moved across the country to live with you,

for you to dump me a year later. I gave up everything for you, Casey. I never

asked you to do that. Yeah, well, you never said anything, because you were

always working. That was the problem. You're exaggerating. Whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa.

Time out. Time out. You both need to chill and listen to each other. Please,

down. Ladies, sit down.

Okay? Here.

We'll take turns.

With a pretzel?

Not a pretzel.

It's a talking stick.

Whoever holds it, Does all the talking and the other listening to what she has

to say, okay?

Okay, so you go first.

What? I saw it on Oprah once. You want the notebook or not?

I admit that maybe I was guilty of

prioritizing my work over you.

I was trying so hard to make something of myself that...

Maybe I lost you in the process.

Okay, good start.

I like what I'm hearing.

Your turn, Joanna.

I knew how much your work meant to you.

And I admit that... I don't know, maybe I thought I could change you.

Which wasn't fair.

But that wasn't the only reason you pushed me away, was it, Casey?

What do you mean?

It's not your turn yet. Wait till you're talking. No, are you trying to say that

there was someone else and that there wasn't? You can't do that. I want to

why you broke up with me.

That's against the rules.

I already told you. I was too focused on my career. This is going a little off

the track. I want to know why every time I tried to get close to you, you just

pushed me away.

I... Oh, God. I have to go to the bathroom.

They're talking to a brick wall.

Can we have the notebook?

Hey,

just heard.

Is that our security guard from Helios?

Yep. The police pulled his body out of a storm drain about an hour ago.

Guess Rock Neeson was right. The robbery was an inside job.

Let's hope Casey can rebuild Edna so he can ID the killer's print.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You are a very bad liar.

So come on.

What's up?

Okay, I... I don't know why she didn't tell me about Edna.

Casey didn't tell anybody about Edna.

Yeah, but we're super close. We share everything.

But you're happy for her, though, right?

You are.

Happy for her. Yes, yes, I... Okay.

Say we catch this killer and we retrieve her program and she sells it.

Then what?

She throws a kick -ass party and we all celebrate.

Or... She never comes back.

To NCIS?

Casey would never do that.

I mean, she loves what she does.

She loves us.

Yeah, all true.

But selling Edna, I mean, that's gonna come with a whole new set of

responsibilities. Maybe he... A new job.

What if Casey doesn't have time for us anymore?

From Torres.

Stolen weapons truck was found abandoned in the field.

Empty, I take it?

Not exactly.

It's your lucky day, Mr.

Rasmussen. All your weapons untouched. Whoever stole them must have gotten

spooked that we were on to them. Left the guns behind with the truck.

And this is everything you found?

Down to the last gun.

Honestly, I thought you'd be more pleased.

Unless, of course, you never cared about the guns to begin with.

You said the thieves needed your fingerprints to get in, but to what? Not

truck. Or the main gate, we checked.

In fact, the only spot in your facility that requires biometric access is your

own personal vault.

They stole something else from you, didn't they?

Something in that vault you don't want us to know about?

There's a briefcase containing documents.

The guns were never the target. They just used the truck to get away.

What kind of documents?

In two days' time.

The U .S. military is going to launch a covert op in northern Syria. There's a

Russian -backed militia over there that's causing trouble. The U .S. wants

shut it down.

With the help of your weapons?

I was given a set of classified documents that detailed the entire op.

Timing, troop locations, exit routes.

That is what was stolen.

If those documents get into enemy hands, gentlemen, it puts U .S. soldiers at

risk. And you didn't think to tell us this? It was classified.

And I thought you'd find the documents. Or anyone at the Pentagon figured out

how badly you screwed up.

Those documents must be recovered, Agent Parker.

And soon.

Yeah.

I understand.

Okay. That was Parker.

Things got even more complicated. We need that notebook now.

You're welcome to try it. She won't come out of her room.

Let's go, Casey. Let's go. We're wasting enough time here already.

Wait.

You asked me earlier why I always push you away, and it was because I was

that if you knew who I really was, you would know the truth.

I'm not good enough for you.

Not good enough for anyone, really.

I'm sorry, Joe.

I never meant to hurt you.

Well, that...

I'll try outside.

He found us somehow. We gotta go.

What is going on?

Casey!

Save your energy. Come sit down.

It'll be okay.

I really messed up, Sam.

I didn't get the notebook.

The police think I'm the murderer, and now Soldier's lives are at risk because

of something that I invented.

Some legacy.

Casey, my pops was a hard man.

Made me fight for every scrap of approval.

So I know what it's like constantly trying to prove yourself, thinking

not enough.

But you are, Casey.

Hey, you're a warm, bright, funny person who'd do anything for her friends.

So do me a favor.

Stop chasing your legacy so hard.

Because who you are is what you leave behind.

And that's your legacy.

Looks like Christmas came early for you, Agent Hanna. You're free to go.

You must have some friends in pretty high places.

What about Casey?

She stays.

She's still under suspicion for the murder of Elliot Mueller.

Well, you might as well lock me back up, because I'm not leaving here without

her. As you wish.

No, Sam, go.

There is no point in both of us being stuck here and you're more help to the

team outside than in here with me.

You sure?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hold tight.

We'll be back for you.

Yes, sir. Understood.

Welcome back, Shawshank. I was prisoned. Annoying.

Case is still locked up. We've got to make some calls and get out of here.

I'm working on it.

Right now we've got bigger fish to fry.

I just spoke to SecDef.

I told him that our killer is in possession of the classified ducks.

So SecDef knows that the Syrian art might be compromised.

Is he going to call it off? No.

What?

Those docs spell out the entire operation. Wheels are already in motion.

Soldiers are embedded in remote areas under radio silence. So we wouldn't be

able to warn them in time.

Our only shot is to find the killer and pray that those documents haven't

changed hands yet. You got any ideas on where we might find them? No. I was

hoping you would.

Other than the military contractor, who else knew about the Syrian op? That's a

covert op. Very select few at the Pentagon.

Maybe that type of security guy is right.

There really is a mole inside the DOD.

Finding him is not going to be easy.

I just spoke with Torres. He and Knight went over to the DOD to see if they have

any leads. They're in the dark just as much as we are. At this point, we're

going to need a miracle.

Hold that thought.

Joanna. Hey.

What are you doing here?

I heard what happened to Casey.

I wanted to help.

Not sure if this will make much of a difference now, but...

You never do it away.

Yeah, I just said that because I was hurt.

I figured Casey's honest with me, so it's my turn.

Here.

Please look after her, Sam.

Will do.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Is that what I think it is?

Hey, no book. Great. All right, we'll be able to rebuild Ed and ID the killer.

You forget one thing.

We don't have Casey.

No, but we do have this guy.

What do you say, McGee? You think you can rebuild it?

Possibly.

May need some help, though.

Help?

So am I, like, the only other tech guy that you know?

You should be flattered, Harold.

Did such a good job for us before, so... Yeah, it's just... Kind of hard to do

this with him watching.

Hello. Just type.

Type.

How are we doing?

We're almost done. Just a few more lines of code.

All right, just as long as it works.

I just spoke with a buddy from the NSA.

They picked up chatter about some Russians in town looking to make a high

acquisition. It's got to be the classified docs.

Moe must be planning to make a handoff somewhere.

We better get there before he does.

Oh, all right, we are finished.

Uploading the print to Casey's laptop. We'll throw it up on the big screen

there.

That is Casey's magic.

We are looking for a Caucasian male.

Eastern European descent, late 30s, above average height.

Genetic markers consistent with something called palaises? Wait, wait.

What is that? It's a hair condition.

Premature greys.

My uncle has them.

So, are we done?

You're late.

I had to make sure I wasn't followed.

Here's the documents you asked for.

So, are we good?

What about that computer program, Edna?

It could come in handy.

Actually, I was hoping to hang on to the payment for my service.

I could get a pretty good price for it on the black market.

Or I could just give it to you.

Egypt, you are followed.

It's EIS.

Show me your hands.

Drop your weapons.

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

You lose.

You sure about that?

And thank God you showed up.

I would have to agree.

And the original copy of Edna, safe and sound. Wow. Thank you, guys. Thank you

so much for getting this back to me. And also for getting me out of jail.

Well, we missed you.

And Jimmy was starting to panic.

I was about to bake you a cake with a nail file in it.

Wait, so Barbado was the mole the whole time? Yep. Turns out the boy who cried

wolf ended up being the wolf.

Yeah, he stole your invention so he could break into Helios and grab the

classified docs.

The good news is the docs have been returned. And more importantly...

Our troops are safe. Yeah, yeah. And we couldn't have done it without you,

Casey. And your program.

And Sam.

Oh, I almost forgot.

This is for you.

Wow. Oh, my gosh. Guys, thank you. You shouldn't have.

We didn't.

No, it's from the CEO from that tech company.

Yeah, looks like he's interested in restarting negotiations now that you got

Edna back.

Yeah. So, what are you going to do?

You ready to sell and join the 1 %?

Hey, Kiki.

Hey. Figured I'd swing over. Take so long.

Headed off to Dubai?

Yeah.

I miss you.

Me too.

Thanks for everything, Sam.

That's Edna, huh?

Yep. Wanted to get one last look before I delete it for good.

What? That's your baby.

Yeah, but what happened to me can't ever happen again. Even with safeguards in

place, there's no guarantee someone won't get around him.

What about your legacy?

You were right.

I need to stop chasing it so hard.

My friends, my job here at NCIS, my legacy.

For now, good enough for me.

Well, happy to hear it.

See you around, Casey.

And I know someone else that'd be happy to see it.

Joanna. Hi.

I heard you got out. Just wanted to see how you were.

Oh, yeah, much better. Thanks to you.

I wouldn't be here if you hadn't brought my notebook.

Well,

you know, since I'm in town, I thought maybe you might want to get a drink,

catch up.

Unless you're too busy, of course.

No, no, no, no. I would love to.