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WOMAN: Let's just keep
our hands to ourselves.

GIRL:
Uh, I was using my foot.

WOMAN:
Okay, feet to yourselves, too.

GIRL: Ugh, you're so lame.
BOY: Say that again. I dare you.

GIRL:
What? That's... You're lame.

Shut up.
Ow! Mom! Dylan hit me.

No, no, she hit me first.
Could the two of you

just stop for one minute? Please?
- He hit me first.

Look around you.
Enjoy the scenery.

This is all we're gonna
be doing this whole trip--

just driving around
looking at boring stuff?

It's not boring.
Becca Wolser got to

go to Disneyland for break.

Yeah, well, Becca Wolser's
parents are divorced.

They have to try harder.

Wait, does that mean
we get to go to Disneyland

if you get divorced?

Ted.

Could you please?

Kids, listen
to your mother.

Really?
Listen to your mother.

Or else.

Look!
They have a pig pen!

Why don't you guys
go check out the pigs?

It'll be fun.
Just like Charlotte's Web.

Do I have to go
with him?

That book is for babies.
Go look at the pigs!

Okay, geez.

You don't have to be
so mean about it.

Ugh, it smells in here.
(pigs grunting)

What is that
they're eating?

(screams)
Oh, my God!

Come on!
Oh, my God! (screams)

♪ NCIS 17x07 ♪
No Vacancy
Original Air Date on November 12, 2019

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Hey. Morning.

Hey, yeah, I know, I know,
I know, I'm late, I'm late.

I was just doing
a little shopping.

At the toy store?

Nick, nice.

I didn't know you collect
action figures.

I'm really into the
McFarlane figurines myself.

They're, you know,
kind of more detailed.

Yeah, I love those.

But these are not for me, McGee.

These are for Elena's kid.

Elena?
Oh. Whoa, that's...

Yeah, that's the woman
Nick has been dating.

I didn't know she had a kid.

Yeah, me neither. She dropped
that bomb on me last night.

His name is Ricky.
I guess he's been away at camp.

She didn't tell you
about this earlier?

I think maybe, uh,
she was finding the,

the right time. She didn't
want to scare me away.

You seem to be taking it pretty well.
Yeah, I normally have

a no rug rats policy,

but look, she's older,
she's been married before.

I totally get it.

So when does Ricky
get back from camp?

Today. She's bringing him
over to meet me.

Wow.

What?
You know,

meeting the kid--
that's a big step.

I didn't know you and Elena
were that serious.

I really like her.
I'm hoping this works out.

Well, then, you'd better
hope that Ricky likes you.

Oh, come on, man.

With these toys?
He's gonna love me.

Look at this.
This even looks like me.

Geez. Who even
thinks something like that?

Gear up.
Got a body.

Bring boots.

Hey, Gibbs.
Come on.

No.
Come on.

Hey. Uh, two kids
on a family road trip

found the body
this morning.

They're still
pretty shaken up.

You talk to the owner
of the farm?

Yeah, he swears the body
wasn't here when he checked

on the pigs last night.

Who is our victim?

Well, no ID other than
a Marine tattoo on his arm.

I would run his prints,

but he no longer has fingers.

(phone rings)

Yo, Jimmy. Yeah.

No, no, they're
in the next stall.

You can come out now.

Jimmy is in the van

because he's scared of pigs.

JIMMY:
I'm coming in now.

Really, Jimmy? Pigs?

Well, look at them.

They've got
razor-sharp teeth,

they got the beady little eyes,
they follow your every move.

We are still talking about
pigs here, right?

JIMMY:
Okay, McGee. All right,

I-I enjoy a BLT as much
as the next guy, all right?

But alive,

those things are monsters.

(snorts)
Aah! (stammers) No! No!

No, you do not do that, Nick.
(laughing)

And playtime is over.
Okay.

(clears throat)
Okay. Getting back to work,

our victim is, uh,

late 30s to early 40s.

Based on rigor mortis,

I'd put the time of death

at less than 12 hours.
(pig squeals)

I've got something
over here.

Fresh tire tracks that
lead right to the pen.

Could belong to
the farm owner.

Maybe dropping off food?

Or someone dropping off a body.

At a pigsty?
There have got to be easier ways

to get rid of a body.

Yeah, but not as effective.

I mean, a pack of pigs like that

could devour an entire
human body in no time at all.

Leave nothing behind
but hair and teeth.

It's actually a rather ingenious
method of body disposal.

But I still hate them.

Well, if he wasn't killed here,
then where was he killed?

Well, this may help.

A room key.

Tag's pretty chewed up,

but I think
I can make out the name.

The Monarch.
Monarch...

Monarch?
Monarch Motel.

It's in Virginia.

Bishop?
Hm?

Canvass the area.
Yup.

McGee, Torres, with me.

No, w-wait, wait, wait, now,
you... You're not

leaving me here... a-alone?

(pigs squealing)

MAN: Yeah, I rented the room
to a guy named Alex Shaw.

Checked in about, I don't know,
five days ago.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Mm, not in a while.

Why, is he in
some kind of trouble?

'Cause I run
a clean business here.

If he's into something,
I don't know anything about it.

Well, the closets are empty.
There's no luggage.

Bathroom's clean.

This guy Shaw rents a room,
doesn't even use it?

Hey, Nick.

Pass me that chair over there,
will you?

There's no duct work.

I don't know what that is.

Something chewed the TV cable.

Rats, maybe.

Where's your attic access?

McGEE: See anything up there, boss?
-Yeah.

But it's not rats.

Cameras.

Lots of 'em.

(grunts) Ow.

Yeah, I found more cameras
in the other wing.

There's cameras
above every room.

Yeah, I've seen some freaky
deaky stuff, man, but this?

MCGEE: Yeah, it's like
the entire motel's

been converted into
a giant peep show booth.

Yeah, what kind of
pervert would do this?

Well, whoever they are,
they know what they're doing.

Pretty sophisticated stuff here.
Look at this.

Infrared, high-resolution.

Oh, so a sophisticated perv.

Yeah, cameras are wired
to a, uh, CCTV hub over here.

Ow.

Why are these ceilings so low?

Yeah, you know that's
what's wrong with this place.

Low ceilings.

Looks like the hub was
connected to a hard-line modem,

which is now missing.

We can't trace the signal.

Question is what does this
all have to do

with the body we found
at the farm?

I-I told you. I don't know how
those cameras got up there,

I swear.
Never seen them before?

I've never even been
up there before.

Look, I-I only just bought this
place, like, eight months ago.

Yeah? From who?
Some old guy.

Retired to, uh,
Scottsdale or wherever.

I'm telling you,
I got nothing to do with this.

I run a clean business here.

Police say you have
eight prostitution busts

in the last three weeks.

Okay.

Y... So I let the girls

work out of the rooms
now and then.

I'm not a Peeping Tom.

I mean, Th-this is wrong!

Come on!
I got ethics, you know.

I'm not touching anything
that came from that motel.

Well, if we want to find out
who else was in the attic,

we got to go through the records.
Mm.

- Ah. Hey, guys. - Yo.
- Hey.

Allow me to introduce you
to someone.

This is Richard Devol.

Hey.
How you doing?

How are you?
As in, uh, Ricky.

Elena's son.

I'm sorry, what?
BISHOP: Mm-hmm.

Yeah, actually, I, I prefer
to go by Richard, but uh...

it's nice to finally meet you.
- Yeah. Nice to meet you, too.

Your mom said you were at camp.

Yes, sir.
Camp Pendleton.

I'm a staff sergeant there,
home on leave.

Staff sergeant.
This is so awesome.

Oh, I know.

Is, uh, is something wrong?

I mean, were you expecting
someone else, or...

No, no, no.
I was-I was expecting

a big, tall,

you know, grown adult man,
like you.

Okay.
I'm sorry to interrupt,

Nicholas (chuckles).

But I heard about
your little visitor,

and I thought he might like
these coloring books.

Okay, Ducky...

I couldn't
decide between

magical unicorns
and choo-choo trains,

so I brought them both.

They're really quite delightful.
Ah.

I'm guessing those are for me.

Perhaps I should've
brought bigger crayons.

Uh, it's-it's okay.
Um, I just figured

I'd take initiative
and we'd grab lunch,

but... obviously, you need
to spend some time here.

Yeah. We're swamped.
Uh, rain check?

It's no problem.
Great.

So, it was, uh, it was very nice
to meet you, Ellie.

Yeah, it was really nice
to meet you, too, Richard.

Uh, hey, Ducky?
DUCKY: Mm?

You mind escorting him out?

Uh, not at all.
(chuckles)

Uh, this way.

See you.

How did you get his age
so wrong?

Elena didn't tell you
how old he was?

I don't know, man.
Marvin Gaye was playing,

alcohol was involved.

I-I guess I just
wasn't paying attention.

Oh, my gosh. She's old enough
to have an adult son.

Just imagine.
If you and Elena get married,

you'll be his dad.

(chuckling)

Well, something's funny.

Oh, yeah.
Boss, Torres...

Go. Give me an update.
Let's go.

We're still waiting
on the final autopsy,

but DNA has confirmed our victim

is Master Gunnery Sergeant
Aaron Shaw.

Married, two kids,
highly decorated.

Sounds like a pretty
stand-up guy.

Then why was he staying
in a fleabag motel?

Yeah, so his house is only
20 minutes from the motel.

Uh, there's no obvious reason
for him to have been there.

I'll give you a reason.
He was cheating on his wife.

He had the motel room for an
entire week. Never even used it.

So maybe Shaw
was the Peeping Tom.

It's always the ones
you least expect.

Well, if Shaw was the peeper,

maybe someone discovered what he
was doing and killed him for it.

We need more about Shaw.

My husband was a good man.

A decent man. Why would
anybody want to kill him?

Did you notice anything off

about how he was
acting recently?

No. Um, I-I mean,

he was-he was tired more.
He-he'd been working

later hours.
Why later hours?

He took on a side job,
something with the military.

Uh, he couldn't
tell me much about it, so...

Mrs. Shaw, can you think
of any reason

your husband would've had
a room at the Monarch Motel?

No.

Was he having an affair?
Or...

Why do you keep
looking at each other?

I mean, what are you not
telling me about my husband?

Uh, Mrs. Shaw,

we found hidden cameras inside

the same motel your
husband checked into.

Wait, then you-you think
that Aaron

had something to do with that?

We're still gathering
some facts here, but...

No, I know my husband.
He would never do that. He...

He's a loving husband
and father,

he's not some kind of,
like, sex pervert.

Listen, we're not saying
that he is. Okay?

I know this is
a lot to digest.

But voyeuristic disorder

is less about sex
and more about secrets.

And from everything you're
telling us, it sounds like

your husband had a lot of them.

Kasie, what do you got?
Wow.

What is that smell?
That smell, Gibbs,

is Sus scrofa excrement,
otherwise known as pig poop.

And guess who you can
thank for the stench.

Jimmy Palmer.

(inhales) Because the pigs
ate so much of our victim,

it was Jimmy's bright idea that
we should go through their waste

to see if they didn't
also eat any evidence.

You know, when I
took this job,

sifting through pig poop--
definitely not

what I had in mind.

Kasie.
You're right.

I am a professional.

I will rise above it.

Okay, so... Moving on.

Though the pigpen hasn't yielded

anything useful yet,

the motel has proved
interesting.

Ooh, before I forget.

Got your message,
and here is

the ammonium dichromate
you wanted.

Pretty flammable stuff.

I meant to ask,
is that for a case or...

You're not gonna
tell me, are you?

I should probably just mind
my own business, yeah?

Okay.
Moving on again.

Jimmy sent up some fibers
he found in Shaw's lungs,

or what's left of them, anyway.

I ran them through Mass Spec

and they came back as
fiberglass particles.

Fiberglass?

Like in insulation?
Not just any insulation.

The same insulation
from the motel attic.

For the particles to end up
in Shaw's lungs, he would've had

to be up there a lot.

I think Shaw
was our Peeping Tom.

McGEE: He might've been
more than that.

Been digging...

What is that smell?
You guys smell that?

Come on, McGee.
Get on with it.

Got it.
You mind?

I was digging into
Shaw's bank accounts.

Recently he received a number
of payments that I traced

back to an Eric Riley.

Virginia congressman?

So we've got a guy
recording people

at a shady motel and getting
payments from a congressman.

Maybe Shaw isn't a voyeur.

He's a blackmailer.

It's time we start getting
honest with each other.

And if the good people of
Virginia reelect me to Congress,

I promise I'm gonna fight
for the truth every day.

(reporters clamoring)

(indistinct whispering)

Okay.
That's enough for now.

So you guys are NCIS?

I'm a big fan of the military.
How can I help?

Special Agent Gibbs and Bishop.

We have questions
about Aaron Shaw.

What's this about?
Did something happen?

We found his body this morning.
He was murdered.

Oh, God.

Was he blackmailing you?

Congressman.

No.

But I think I might've
gotten him killed.

About a month ago, I met a woman
at a campaign dinner.

We had a few drinks...

...ended up in a motel.

The Monarch Motel?

Yeah.
So I guess your honesty campaign

doesn't apply to your wife?
You're right.

I screwed up. It was just...
it was just one stupid night

I wish I could get back.

But then I started getting
these anonymous e-mails.

Someone was threatening
to go public

with what I did
unless I paid up.

Well, they had video proof.

I panicked.

I didn't know what else to do.
I-I'm up for reelection.

I couldn't go
to the police, so...

I went to Aaron for help.
Why Aaron?

We grew up together.
I knew I could trust him.

And he used to work
in intelligence.

So I figured if a guy like Aaron
could find bin Laden...

He could find your blackmailer.

What about payments?
Well, I just gave him enough

to cover the costs of the motel,
whatever else he needed.

That was about
a week ago,

the last time I saw him.

You know what? My election
is not important right now.

My friend was killed.

Anything you need from me,
my office, the Hill...

...it's yours.

Yeah, table for two.

Torres.

Thank you.

Making dinner plans?
Yeah.

I'm taking Elena out tonight.

Hopefully, we can talk about
this, uh, adult son thing.

You know, I got to admit, Nick,
you're taking this pretty well.

Especially considering
who Richard is.

What are you talking about?

I took the liberty of, uh,
looking him up.

Turns out Richard
is not just a Marine,

he is special ops.

He's seen some
very heavy action.

A real Captain America badass.

And you are sleeping
with his mother.

(chuckles)
Okay.

Give me an update.

Well, we got a theory
about Shaw's murder.

He did exactly what
his congressman buddy

asked him to do,
found the blackmailer,

who then killed him.

Who's our blackmailer?

Confirmed kills, huh?

Torres.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

So, uh, yeah, we
weren't able to find

any additional prints
in the attic.

So that clears our motel owner.

Records didn't help, either.

What about the female
Riley had in the motel?

She is a dead end, too.

No one at the campaign dinner
remembers seeing her,

and Riley booked the motel,

so she couldn't have known
about the cameras.

What about Shaw's phone record?
Last call he made was to

a Master Sergeant Neil Koh,

currently stationed
in Afghanistan.

He's out on a mission right now.

We're trying to get ahold of him.
(phone ringing)

Keep after.

Find the blackmailer.

On the way down, Palmer.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Not so tough now, huh?

Palmer!
Oh! G-Gibbs.

I...
(laughs)

I-I was just, uh...
Talking to a pig skull?

No.

Yes, I was.
But it is related to the case.

You see, I couldn't figure
out which wounds came

from our killer and which
came from the pigs,

so I borrowed a pig skull
from the local museum.

I then measured
the radius of the bite

and compared it against
the wounds on Shaw's body.

Yeah, I get it. How'd he die?
Then...

Uh, blunt force trauma to the head.
By what?

Uh, but cranial fractures,
along with several contusions

suggest he was beaten to death.
By what?

I found these

embedded in his brain tissue.

What is that? Wood?

Yeah. Might've just come from
the fence around the pigpen.

It could've come
from a lot of things, Jim.

Ah, Jethro.

I was told
I'd find you here.

I got your message.

You need a book
on ancient Roman history?

I think this will
give you what you want.

But I-I'm fascinated
that you're taking an interest

in classical antiquity.

Now, this is a
particular favorite of mine.

It's meticulously researched,
with copious footnotes

and appendices.

Thanks, Doc.
Hope it's got pictures.

Well, yes, it, uh,
has illustrations.

Are you looking
for something specific?

Appreciate it.
Get this up to Kasie.

(phone beeps)

Now, what do you suppose
that was all about?

Well, with-with Jethro,

it's better just
to enjoy the mystery.

(chuckles)

(soft piano music playing)

Two, so just let me know.

Um...

He said it would be
another minute.

Ah.

Listen,

about the mix-up
today with Ricky, I...

Oh, you mean, uh, Richard?

I feel horrible.

I can't imagine
how surprised you must've been.

It was a shock.

But I think
it was my fault. I...

I wasn't listening
when you said how old he was.

No, I should've told you sooner.

It's just, when you're dating,

telling people that you were
a teen mom isn't exactly the...

It's cool.
I-I don't care.

Do I regret buying him toys?
Yes.

You bought him toys?
Yeah.

(laughs):
No! Oh!

Yeah. One of the action figures
looked like me, too.

Really?

Well, I bet he was really cute.

Hey. Mom.

What a surprise.
Ricky.

(laughs)
What are you doing here?

Oh, I was just, uh... I'm
grabbing a bite with a friend.

Uh, Mom, this is, um...
this is Ellie.

Oh!

God. Hi.
Okay.

Yeah, so they actually...
they work together.

(laughing): Hi.
I can't believe you're here.

This is such a coincidence.
Yeah.

I mean, Ellie says
this is the best

Italian in town, so...
Yeah, it is.

It is.

Well, why don't we
all sit together?

Just join tables?

Yeah, that's a great idea.

Uh...

it's an idea.

Kasie, hey.
You're working late.

How come you're not
in your lab?

I'm still airing it out.

I hung up about 50
air fresheners,

and now I don't know
what stinks more--

the fresheners or the pig poop.

Yeah, no, I'm still
gonna go with the pig poop.

What's that?

Oh, you know,
it's just the breakthrough

that is going to solve the case.

Remember, up in the motel attic,

how you kept bumping your head?

Hey, don't remind me.
It still hurts.

Well, it got me to thinking

if anyone else might have
bumped their head, too.

Like our killer.
So

I checked all the crossbeams,
and this one

tested positive for blood.

Kasie, that's genius.

You know, you helped, too.

If you weren't built
like Bigfoot,

I never would have
thought of it.

Thank you.
Yeah.

So, I ran the DNA,

and a guy named
Daniel Mulgrew came up.

36, divorced,

runs his own heating and
air-conditioning business.

Well, makes sense.

An HVAC guy could easily
access an attic

without arousing suspicion.

Maybe he was up
there installing

more than just
AC ducts.

And that's not all.

He has a rap sheet:

fraud, hacking,
cyber crimes.

And he recently applied
for a passport.

Hmm.

This is fun, right,
the four of us?

Mm-hmm.

I wonder how the
fish is prepared.

You know what? I was actually
thinking the same thing.

Hey, excuse me, waiter.

Yes, sir.

What are you doing here?

Um, he asked me out.

If I had known
you were gonna be here,

I never would have come.

Why are you even
with him?

What do you mean?
He's cute.

He's my girlfriend's son.

He's too young for you.
This is sick.

(scoffing):
Okay.

You're not too young for her?
That is different.

I'm irresistible.
She couldn't help herself.

You should know better.

Oh, please.

Everything okay?

What? Yeah.

Yeah, I hope this isn't
awkward for you two.

No, it's not awkward at... all.
No, this is great.

Why don't we just order?

Everything looks delicious.

Yes, it does.

This looks way better than what
they give us at Pendleton.

Sometimes the food's so bad,

we got to pray after we eat, you know?
(chuckles)

(laughing loudly)

Sorry.

How about a drink?

Who's ready for
a glass of wine?

Well, count me in.

Uh, may I order?
I'll, uh...

What?

Nothing.
Just didn't know you had

such a sophisticated palate.

I drink wine.
Yeah, you do.

(laughing loudly)

Oh, that's too funny.

I don't laugh like that.

Yeah, that's right--
you don't.

So...

how long have the two
of you worked together?

(cell phones
chiming and buzzing)

Oh. Uh, it's McGee.
They got a suspect.

TORRES: Yeah, Gibbs wants us
to pick him up.

I'm so sorry.
Sorry.

Um, it was really
nice to meet you.

I'll call you.

BISHOP:
Richard, I'll text you.

Nick, thanks
for coming, man.

Sorry to interrupt your date.
No worries.

Yeah. Don't ask.

Suspect?

Daniel Mulgrew.

Lives right here in back.

(knocks)

Hey, yo.

You got me?

Federal agents!

Hands up!

Uh... hey, guys.

I thought you said the cameras
at the motel were disabled.

They were.

Then where are
all these images from?

Yeah, I understand you want
to see the footage, but I can't.

MAN (over phone):
I don't understand why I can't...

Because its evidence
in a murder investigation.

That's why.
(phone beeps)

ASSISTANT:
Director, Congressman Potterway

is on line two,
Senator Mannerton on three,

and the SECDEF's office
is on four.

Take a message.

And bring me some aspirin,
please.

MAN (over phone): Hello?
Yes.

Do we understand each other now?

Uh, y-yes,
as soon as we're done,

we will release the footage.

(over phone): Thank you.
No, thank you,

Senator Algerwood.

Geez.

Little busy?
(sighs)

Ever since the news leaked,
I got every politician in town

calling to see
the camera footage.

They've all taken a very sudden
interest in this case.

Yeah, well, sounds like
Congressman Riley

wasn't the only one
with something to hide.

I want this off my plate,
Gibbs, fast.

Where are we?

Our HVAC guy--
ran a blackmail ring.

Has cameras in 13 motels
in the DC area.

Used his HVAC gig

as cover to gain access.

Devious, but smart.

So, is there anything
in the footage

related to Shaw's death?
Yeah, we're still looking.

We got over 500 hours to watch.

So Shaw discovers
the HVAC guy is the blackmailer,

the HVAC guy kills him.

Then what?
Kills himself.

Oh, how convenient.
You think?

So our killer's still out there.

Unfortunately, so is
our blackmailer.

Mulgrew is not our guy.

He was working for someone else.

Great. (sighs)

Well, I hacked
into Mulgrew's account

and found a number of e-mails
between him and his boss.

Looks like Mulgrew
was just the I.T. guy,

responsible
for setting up cameras

and doing the recordings.

Blackmailers have I.T. guys now?
That's crazy.

Apparently,
Mulgrew thought so, too.

He'd recently brought up
the idea of quitting,

but his boss
didn't take it so well.

BISHOP: "You can't stop.
I won't let you.

I'll tell everyone
what you did."

Who was Mulgrew working for?

We're, uh, trying to trace
the e-mails now.

TORRES: I looked into
Mulgrew's history.

Used to work as a contractor
doing surveillance work.

Surveillance-- that fits.

His main client
was a company called...

Novak Security
Consultants.

Wait.
I know that company.

That's one of NSA's
front companies.

I-I remember seeing their names
when I worked there.

Mulgrew used to work
for the NSA?

Uh, yeah, his
access manager

was someone named
Patrick Norian.

Yeah. Check it out.
Take Torres.

Uh, actually, Gibbs,

uh, can McGee go?
(phone ringing)

I was gonna go downstairs
and check on Jimmy.

McGee, go.

Hey. How many times
you gonna call me, amigo?

Yeah, I have the ammonium.

(chuckling):
Bring it with me later.

Okay.

Hey, uh, I'll catch up with you.

All right.

Bye.

Hey. Nick.

What up?
Uh...

Are we okay?

'Cause, if you're still upset
about last night, I...

Oh, no, we're fine.

Look, if you want
to date Richard, be my guest.

I don't care who you
date, just like...

you don't care who I date.

Right?

Right.
Of course.

Then we're good.

Yeah, we're good.

JIMMY: The cuts on
Mulgrew's wrists

ran lengthwise along
the radial artery,

common for this
type of suicide.

But I did find rope indentations
on the epidermis,

suggesting that he was
tied to his chair

prior to being cut, so...

once again, Gibbs was right.

This suicide was staged.

(sighs)

I also found tentacles growing
out of the victim's forehead.

What?

You still bothered
about last night?

I just can't believe
that Bishop went out with him.

He's my girlfriend's son.

I mean,
isn't that weird?

Or is it just me?

No, no, it's not just you.

I mean, it's definitely weird.

What is she trying to do?
Is she trying to

torpedo my relationship
with Elena?

Okay, all right.

Wh-What you are feeling
right now,

this is exactly why
we have that rule:

you never date a coworker.

I...
Okay, first of all, I didn't date her.

I didn't go on a date with her.
O-Okay, all-all right.

I went on a date with Elena.
Fine, fine, fine. You never...

you never double-date
with a coworker, all right?

The point is the line between
personal and professional

can sometimes be tricky.

(sighs)
After Tony and Ziva,

I mean, we all learned
that lesson big-time.

Tony and Ziva.

What went wrong there?

Well, it started off great.

I mean, they were
constantly flirting.

Constantly fighting, too,
but, um...

yeah, I knew something
was going on there.

You?

Yeah, yeah, I-I got sort of

a sixth sense
about these sort of things.

I can spot an office romance
from a mile away.

Take you and Bishop, for instance.
Mm-hmm.

I don't see anything.
There's nothing there.

Zero chemistry.

BISHOP: I can't believe
he's still mad at me.

McGEE: You know Torres.

He just needs
to cool off a little bit.

Yeah, but last year he deleted
texts from my phone,

interfered with
my dating life,

and now he's giving me
the cold shoulder?

I mean, it just
pisses me off.

Well, maybe that's not
the only reason you're upset.

What do you mean?

Well, I'm just saying,

maybe you went out
with Richard

just to tweak Torres
a little bit,

and now you feel bad
about it.

(scoffs) Okay.

Whose side are
you on, anyway?

I'm on whichever side gets me
out of this conversation.

(door opens)
(indistinct chatter)

BISHOP:
Oh, there's our guy.

Uh, excuse me.

Patrick Norian?

Yes.
NCIS.

Special Agent
Bishop and McGee.

We have a couple
questions

about your former
contractor, Daniel Mulgrew.

Is this gonna take long?

I was trying to duck out
to catch the Caps play.

I-I never miss a game.

No, no, no, we'll...
we'll be quick.

Uh, you were his access manager?
That's right.

You usually
hire people

with criminal records?

You're aware he had priors?

Are-are you kidding?

That's why we hired him.

We often employ hackers
to find flaws in our systems.

Why did Daniel Mulgrew
stop working here?

Uh, have you ever heard
of LOVEINT?

No.
It's when people

in intelligence
illegally use surveillance

to spy on love interests.

And it was coined

here at the NSA.
Unfortunately.

So, was Mulgrew
guilty of that?

There were multiple
accusations.

Taking cameras
to spy on female coworkers.

I mean, really creepy stuff.

Well, we never saw that
on his rap sheet.

We never had enough
to charge him.

It got so toxic
around here,

I had to let him go.
Haven't heard from him since.

Do you have an internal report
we could read?

Yeah, of course. I'll send it
over. You got a card?

Yeah, in fact, I do.
(cell phone vibrates)

Kasie, hey.

Are you still at the NSA?

- Uh, I am. What's up? - Thank you.
- Okay. Thanks.

KASIE: I was able
to trace the e-mails

between Mulgrew and his boss.

It wasn't easy.
They were blocked with

the mother of all encryptions.
Want to know why?

Because the e-mails
came from the NSA.

Some guy named Patrick Norian.

You don't say?
Mr. Norian.

Blackmail?
What-what are you talking about?

Found your e-mails.

What e-mails?

The ones you sent Mulgrew,

where you blackmailed him
into working for you.

These don't prove anything.

Someone could've easily
hacked into my computer.

Yeah. Who?

I work ten feet away from

the best hackers in the world,
take your pick--

it could be any one of them.
How's Gibbs doing?

Still circling,
but getting close.

You think Norian's our guy?

Can't keep his hands still,
highly agitated.

He's definitely
hiding something.

Th... This is crazy.
Y-You can't hold me.

You can't.

You like, uh, sports?

What?
You have a very impressive

collection
of signed baseball bats.

You've been in my house?

Shaw was murdered
with a wooden object...

like a baseball bat.

W-W-Wait a minute--
murdered?

Yeah, he figured out
who you were,

and you killed him
two nights ago.

Hold on, I didn't kill anyone.

Then you killed Mulgrew
to cover your tracks.

Slow, slow, slow down. I-I...
You're getting this

all wrong.
Help me get it right.

Okay, look...

when Mulgrew was at NSA,

I caught him spying
on his colleagues.

I had video proof,

and I could've
gone to the police.

No, you decided to make a buck.

And you forced Mulgrew
to spy for you.

NORIAN:
Yes.

Yes, I used Mulgrew
to blackmail people,

but I never killed anyone,
and I can prove it.

You say this guy
was killed two nights ago?

I was at
the away game

for the Caps in Arizona,

2,000 miles away.

Hey. Norian's alibi
checks out.

He was in Arizona
both nights

Shaw and Mulgrew
were killed.

Well, he did say
he never misses a game.

Let me get this straight--
we got our blackmailer,

but not our killer?
Yup.

Which means our whole theory
on who killed Shaw is wrong.

Yup.
Gibbs must be pissed.

GIBBS:
He is.

Start at the beginning.
Go back to the motel

and re-interview the owner.
Hell, go back to the farm

and re-interview the pigs
if you have to. (phone rings)

Okay, uh, hey, Gibbs...
Yes?

...I was thinking,
we know Shaw

kept things from his wife,

so maybe he has other secrets

that we don't know about.
No.

This case has always
been about watching.

Shaw saw something
that got himself killed.

Yeah, but the question is...

what?

Boss, I got Bagram Air Base
on the phone.

The Marine that Shaw called
on the day he was killed

is finally back on base.
I can patch him through to MTAC.

Patch him in.

Aaron is dead?

We served together in EUCOM
doing intelligence.

I just spoke with him a few days ago.
About what?

He asked me to run
facial recognition on someone.

Why did he ask you
and not someone on his base?

He said it was sensitive.
Needed someone he could trust.

He sent me a video.
(typing)

Here, take a look.

That background
look familiar to you?

Monarch Motel.

That's got to be the woman that
was with Congressman Riley.

Did you identify the woman?
Yes, sir.

And I gave the results to Aaron.

That was the last time
I spoke to him.

Who is she?
She goes by several different aliases,

but her real name
is Marinka Bazarov.

Russian?

Yes, sir. Russian spy.

VANCE:
Espionage?

We think that Congressman Riley
was targeted by a Russian spy.

Marinka Bazarov.

Born in Volgograd
in 1989,

FSB trained, wanted in several
countries for espionage.

GIBBS:
She seduced Riley.

Stole classified information
from right underneath his nose.

Blackmailers thought it was
just another politician

having an affair.

How does Shaw
fit into all of this?

We know Shaw learned
she was a spy.

If he confronted her...

I'm starting to think we need
to talk to Ms. Bazarov.

Well, TSA just picked her up
at Dulles. She was waiting

to board a flight to Moscow.
They're bringing her in now.

Has she talked?

She's refusing to speak
until someone

from the Russian Embassy
gets here.

For someone in the hot seat,
she's as cool as a cucumber.

It's pretty impressive,
actually.

It's not her
first interrogation.

Is she smiling?

Well, whatever you're gonna do,
you better do it quick.

Once word
gets around

that we've got a Russian spy
in the building...

Every agency in town's
gonna want a piece of her.

Especially when they find out
what she had in her bag.

I found a flash drive
hidden in the false bottom

of this
deodorant stick.

What was on it?

All sorts of classified info:

U.S. arms deals, trade memos,

info about our
satellite systems.

Bazarov was trying to smuggle it
out of the country.

And that's not all
we found on the flash drive.

They ready for me, Karen?

You making
an announcement?

Agents Gibbs and Bishop.

Yeah.

I was, uh,
just about to come clean

about my little slipup
at the motel.

Maybe the voters can forgive me

and I can stay in office,
do some good.

(chuckles) That, uh,
that re-election thing,

that's not gonna happen.

Excuse me?

Yeah, we picked up
your Russian girlfriend

and found her flash drive

with your fingerprints
all over it.

BISHOP:
You weren't seduced by Bazarov,

you were working with her,

trading government secrets
for sex.

Yeah, that's what was on
the blackmail tape.

Not adultery.

Treason.

Are you serious?

This is insane.

You were being blackmailed,

so you had your buddy
look into who it was,

but he also found out

that you were selling Intel
to the Russians.

So you killed him.

And then you pinned it
on Mulgrew,

who you also killed,
just to be safe.

I've sat through this
long enough.

Karen!

Have Kasie compare these
with the ones

we found in Shaw's head.

While I'm at it,
I'll take an imprint

of your tires. See if they match
the tracks from the farm.

I only wanted Aaron
to find who was blackmailing me.

I never thought
he'd track down Marinka.

You're not gonna
parade me out there

in front of everyone, are you?

I'm a congressman.
Give me a little dignity.

Yeah? Like you
gave your friend?

(all clamoring)

Hey, you're still here.

Packing up.

Hey.

So...

are we gonna continue
this awkward thing,

or can we go back
to being friends?

You're right.

I'm sorry.

Just, when I saw you
with Richard,

I got a little, um...

Overprotective?

Overprotective, yeah.

Hm.

I mean...

you're like a sister to me.

Right, of course.

Well, uh, Richard
went back to Pendleton,

so I won't be seeing him
any time soon,

if it makes you feel any better.

Hm. Well, I won't be seeing
Elena anymore.

She dumped me.
No.

I'm sorry.
What happened?

It's complicated.

Do you want to talk about it?

Ah, I'm good.

Okay.

Well, let me cheer you up.

Buy you a burger?
My treat.

No bacon burger.
I'm gonna take a break on pork.

That is a good call.

Hey, uh, so...

did you see Gibbs
come back to the office?

I think he ducked early.

He's been acting
strange lately.

I know. I wonder
what's going on with him.

GIBBS:
Not too much, just a little.

Little of this stuff
goes a long way.

Can I light it now?

Yeah.
Now, what do you remember?

Strike it away.
Strike the match away from you.

Don't burn the house down.

That's so awesome.
(chuckles) Yeah, it is.

Looks just like
the one in Bombay.

Pompeii, Phineas.

You got to get that
right tomorrow.

P-O-M-P-E-I-I.
Remember that.

I'm gonna have the coolest
project in class.

Yeah, you are.
And look,

I even made a dog
frozen in ash.

I remember the dog.

A purple dog.

Mm-hmm.
Dig the color.

(phone rings)

Oh. Got to go.
I'm late for dinner.

Okay.

Come on back here tomorrow.
We're gonna clean up this mess.

Let's go.

All right.

Got it?
Yeah.

Thanks, Jethro Gibbs.
See you tomorrow, kid.

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