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[birds calling]

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Stand up.

Slowly.

Hand it over.

I-I have a hunting license.

Not for my land you don't.

This is private property.
Give it.

Let's go.

Back to your car.

You can't threaten
people like this.

I'm tired of you weekend
warriors coming out here

and putting bullets
in defenseless creatures.

And for what? A selfie?

So you can show your friends
how tough you are?

You better hope that ain't
from one of my bucks.

Me? I didn't do that.

Uh...
[gasps]

Oh, my God.

I didn't do that, either.

♪

Buenos días.

Hey. Uh, what are you
doing here?

Hey, didn't expect to
see you back so soon.

Yeah, man, I was getting a
little stir-crazy on that couch.

Doctor said I could
come back to work, so...

But on limited duty, right?

Well, that's what he said,
but please.

Nobody puts baby
in a corner.

[chuckles] Well, Nick,
you got hit by a car.

I mean, you almost died.

[laughs]
Yeah, I know.

Yeah, I'm like a superhero, man.
I'm like Wolverine.

I regenerate.

[scoffs]
Shouldn't you be taking it easy?

I'm fine, really. Had a great
workout this morning.

I already lined up a date
for tonight's Valentine's.Oh.

Wait, it's Valentine's Day?
Again?

Oh, Delilah's
gonna kill me.

Okay, do you guys know the
number of any nearby florists

or anything? No?

Okay, I'll figure it out.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Hey, Nick. I'm so glad
to see you're back.

Thank you.
At least someone's happy.

That's a nice valentine.

Who's that from?Mm.

I don't know.

Someone left it on my desk
this morning

with a dozen roses and no note.

Ooh, you know what that means.

Hmm?

You got a secret admirer.Mm.

Oh, come on.

It's no secret.

You know who sent it.

Stop. Don't even go there.

I told you, we do not
have a thing.

If you say so.

Plus, Gibbs is definitely
not the kind of guy

to send a valentine.Yeah.

Gear up.
We got a dead body.

Torres, are you good?

Good to go, sir.

Nice valentine.You want one?

Mm.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

Mmm-mm!
Ooh...

[quietly]:
Shut up.

BISHOP:
All right, local LEOs

found his clothes
stashed behind a log.

His I.D. lists him as
Navy Captain Alan Wales, 54.

Lives in Reston.

You talk to
the property owner?

Yeah. She says the, uh, area
is closed to the public,

but due to the heavy
deer population

they get quite a few poachers.

I'd say this could be
a hunting accident,

except the guy's...

Buck naked.

Yeah.

Wales's cell was
in his coat pocket,

but the battery's dead.

Give it to me,
I'll power it up.Okay.

Hey, hi. Where's the body?
Through here?

All righty. All right.

Make a hole.
Let's get to work.

You in a rush, Jimmy?

Nick! Oh, I'm so glad
that you're back.

Yes, yes, I'm in a hurry.
The, uh...

The in-laws have Victoria,
so Breena and I are going to be

going out for Valentine's.

She got us a hotel room.

Ooh, so romantic.Yeah, you know,

after seven years of marriage,
you gotta keep things fresh.

You need
some champagne,

some chocolate-dipped
strawberries.

Time of death.

Uh, well, it looks like
he's been here

for quite some time.

Based on the beetle larva
on him,

I'd say it's been six weeks.

And the cause of death?

JIMMY:
Entry wound in the chest

seems like
the most likely culprit.

Okay, spread out.

Look for bullet casings.Hold on.

Hold on.

I don't think it was a bullet.

He was shot with an arrow?

Right through the heart.

Well, it is Valentine's Day.

Boss, I got something here.

Looks like Wales
was on the Fleet Date app

right before he died.

English, McGee.

It's a dating app

specifically used by
people in the Navy.

And the last text he
made was to a woman

he met through the app.

Has she got a name?

McGEE:
Uh, Stacy Gordon.

Lives in D.C.
Okay.

You and Torres find
the rest of that arrow.

Bishop, come on with me.

McGee, you mind?Got it.

GIBBS:
She live alone?

Her name's the only one listed.[woman screams]

[screaming continues]

GIBBS:
Ready?

[woman screaming, laughing]

MAN:
It's not too cold. Come on.

It is not too cold.
Come on.

[shrieks]Right here. That would be...

Gibbs, isn't that your friend...

Phil?Gibbs?

There we go.

Much better.

Sorry you had to see me
in my skivvies.

Yeah, I am, too.

Yeah. It's so good
to see you, Gibbs.

God, we haven't really hung out
since what, the cabin?

Oh, hey, you guys like
to stay for lunch?
Hey, Phil,

not a social call.

I'm here on a homicide
investigation.

Oh. Who was murdered?

A captain that Stacy dated.

She never told me
she dated a captain.

Hmm.
So... hey.

You two...

[laughs]

Yeah, yeah, we've been together
about four weeks now.

It's going great, Gibbs.
You'd love her.

Wait, hang on a second.

You don't think she had anything
to do with the murder, do you?

Phil, I don't think
anything yet.

Where did you two meet?

Uh, through a dating app,
if you can believe that.

That-that Fleet thing. Yeah.

Uh, look, I'm telling you,
that app saved my life.

I was in a dark place
after the divorce.

Then a friend turned
me on to Fleet Date.

And, yes, it was
rough going at first.

There's a lot of
weirdos out there.

This one woman,
she had a thing for bald guys

and kept wanting to rub my...Hey, Phil.

I'm sorry.

Then I met Stacy.
Yeah, she's amazing, Gibbs.

She's beautiful,
kind, intelligent.

I haven't felt
like this in years.

[Phil and Stacy chuckle]

Uh, Commander Gordon.

Mm-hmm.

We were talking
about Alan Wales.

How long were you
and Wales together?

Uh, on and off
for about a month.

Just wasn't that serious.

Why not?

Because he could be
really vain.

He was always working out,

like he was trying to prove
his masculinity.

Unlike Phil, who just
exudes it naturally, you know?

...I'll put my hand
around here...

Huh.

Um, when was the last time
you saw Captain Wales?

Uh, about six weeks ago.

We were supposed to
have a date,

but he just stopped
replying to my texts.

What do they call that?

He ghosted you.

Yeah, ghosted.

I thought he just
blew me off.

But I always had
the feeling

that I wasn't the only woman
he was seeing, you know?

Player.

Thanks for your time.

We're also gonna
need an account of

your whereabouts around
the time of Wales's death.

Of course, of course.

I have detailed records
of my schedule at my office.

I'm a JAG lawyer.

Yeah, not just any JAG
lawyer; one of the best.

[chuckling]:
Phil, you...

PHIL:
Well, it's true.
You're a genius.

STACY:
You're too kind.

And you are too beautiful.
That's what you are.

No, no, come on.[laughs]

Come on.
You are so beautiful.

Okay, we're just gonna
let ourselves out.

STACY: I love your
mustache so much.

PHIL: Oh, thank you so much.STACY: Come on.

BISHOP:
Huh.

What, you find something
unusual?

No, I'm just going through
Wales's Fleet Date account.

It's amazing how many people
I know that are on here.

Yeah, you won't find me
in one of those apps.

Why? It's, like,
how people meet these days.

I don't know, I like to meet
women the old-fashioned way.

I feel like all these computers,
they, you know,

they take away some of that...
[clicks tongue] ...magic.

Oh... my God.

I just toggled over
to "single men"

just to see who's on it, and...

Vance's profile came up.

BOTH:
No!

BISHOP:
Yeah.

Favorite activities: sailing,
listening to live music...

Is that a picture of him
in his bathing suit?

Ooh, how do I unsee that?[groans]

He is fit.

I don't know, this is like
a Japanese horror film.

We all might die in seven days.

Okay, let's agree to never
talk about this again.

Good. Then we can
get back to work.

Give me an update.

Well, DoD reported Captain Wales
missing six weeks ago.

Highly decorated,
single, no kids.

Checked out his
dating history,

and Stacy was right.

Wales was a player;
he dated lots of people,

often at the same time.

McGEE:
Which means our suspect pool
just got a whole lot larger.

Phil's girlfriend in the pool?

TORRES:
Her alibi checks out.

At the time of Wales' death,

she was on a case in Atlanta
for about two weeks.

GIBBS:
Crime scene. Shot with an arrow.

Naked. Why?

Humiliation.

Maybe as retribution
for Wales

humiliating the
killer in the past.

As for the arrow,
it's kind of obvious.

The killer literally wanted
to break Wales's heart.

Premeditated.
Crime of passion.

Keep digging.

Uh, Gibbs, do you
have a second?

Yeah. What's up?

I, uh, just wanted
to thank you,

you know, for the
chocolates and flowers.

It was really sweet.

Jack, I didn't even know
it was Valentine's Day.

Really?

The whole office
thinks it's you.

I wish I'd thought about it.

Okay.

Okay.

Hmm.

Hey, Kasie.

[loud thunk]

Whoa!

Oh, my God. Nick, are you okay?

What are you trying to do?

Trying to send me back
to the hospital?

I am so sorry.
The arrow just got away from me.

What's this?

I'm trying to figure out how far

our killer stood
from the victim.

It's not going so well?

I am from New York.
What do I look like,

Robin Hood from the hood?

Come on. Let me see. Let me see.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

Mm-hmm.

You sure you want
to be doing this?

Archery puts a lot
of strain on your muscles.

Muscles you really
should be resting.

[shushes]

You're messing with
my concentration.

Boom! Ha. Still got it.

Yeah, you do.
[laughs]

So, uh, any progress
on the case?

Uh, I'm still processing
the rest of the arrow.

Haven't found any
prints so far.

What about the arrowhead?
Can you trace it?

The make is a carbon
steel broadhead.

Pretty commonplace. Anybody
could've purchased it.

Okay, so we got nothing.

I didn't say that.
While I was

researching arrowheads,
I came across

an MPD case
from four months ago.

A guy was found half-naked
with a hole in his chest.

Want to see the
murder weapon?

Thanks for coming down,
Detective.

Oh, yeah, no problem. Uh...

I told your agent, we're at
a dead end with our case.

Uh, not sure
if I'm gonna be able to help.

What do you got?

Uh, about four months ago,
a Chinese joint downtown.

Busboy goes out for a smoke,

and he sees Olson
in the alley,

naked, with an arrow
coming out of his chest.

And that would be
Chief Petty Officer Craig Olson?

Yeah. I mean, he was retired.

That's why we hadn't
notified you guys yet.

You find anything on the scene?

Well, the arrow was clean.
No prints, no fibers.

We canvassed the block, but, uh,

there were no witnesses,
no suspects.

Okay, and Craig Olson,
what can you tell us about him?

He's a family man. Wife, kids.

You find any of those
love connection thingamajiggers

on his phone?

The what? How?

[clears throat]
He means, uh, dating apps.

LOGAN [chuckles]:
Oh. Uh, no, no.

Nothing like that. Uh...

Like I said,
it was a dead end for us.

So you think
we're looking at

the same perp
for both these murders?

Hard for it not to be.

I mean, but what's the pattern?

Besides them both

being Navy men,
they have nothing in common.

Well, maybe
they knew each other.

Oh, after we heard from
you, we did check Olson's

phone records and e-mails,
and Wales' name never came up.

[door opens]

Sorry to interrupt, boss.
You got a minute?

I was going through
Olson's evidence box.

Found his cell. Turns out he was
on Fleet Date, same as Wales.

No. Not according to MPD.

That's because Olson
used a software

to hide it on his phone.

His wife.
Yeah.

So I was going through
Olson's dating history,

and guess who he was seeing
right before his death.

Think your friend Phil

may be dating
a serial killer, boss.

Look, Agent Gibbs,
I know how this looks.

Two men I dated
are dead.

But I didn't kill them.

What's my motive?

Wales and Olson were womanizers.

And what, I found out
and wanted revenge?

Come on. That's weak.

And you know it.

I'd have to be
pretty stupid

to kill both men when the dating
app points right back to me.

It's too self-incriminating.

And I have an alibi.

Not for Olson you don't.

Mm, I do for Wales.

I was in Atlanta.

You had a few days off.

Oh, here we go.

You could've driven.Mm.

Could've driven here, committed
the murder and then drove back.

This is all
way too circumstantial.

I could've also just sat
in my hotel room the whole day

watching pay-per-view.

Which I did, by the way.

You can check the hotel records.

What do you think?

She's smart, credible.

Still, I can't shake the feeling
that she's hiding something.

Speaking of secrets, you
find out who your admirer was?

I haven't really
thought about it much.

Really? Hmm.Mm...

That would drive me crazy.

We could call
the delivery service.

Oh, honey, please.
I already have.

They-they were no
help at all.Mm.

It doesn't matter. Right?

These things have a way
of revealing themselves.

STACY:
Look,

the only reason I agreed
to talk without a lawyer present

is because Phil said
you were a fair man.

And I'm seriously
starting to doubt that.

"Tucker."

What?

Uh, your last name.
Used to be Tucker.

Tucker was my married name.

You guys get divorced or what?

You're looking
right at the report.

It was an accident.

He died.

Lot of men seem to die
around you, huh?

Unless you have something to
charge me with, we're done here.

Give me an update. What do
we know about the husband?

Um...

Mark Tucker, married
to Stacy for 13 years.

They lived in
Adams County,

Virginia, where he worked
in his family's

livestock business.

Died five years ago
at the age of 47.

How?McGEE: Well, we checked
both the police

and coroner reports, but it just
listed death as accidental

and having taken place
in their home.

I put in a call to the sheriff
who was in charge of the case.

Okay, go pay him a visit.
Take Bishop with you.

Where is Palmer on the autopsy?

Uh, he just got Olson's body
from the D.C. medical examiner.

I'll check in with him.

Gibbs.

Oh, boy.

Is it true?

Did you interrogate
my girlfriend?

Phil,

not here.

How could you do that?

Were you even gonna tell me?Yes.

I was going to tell you.
I was waiting to have the facts.

Oh, you can't possibly think
she's a murderer.

She's innocent, Gibbs.

We do not know that yet.

Yeah, but I do.

I know her.

You've been with her
for four weeks.

Doesn't matter.
I just know.

And I'm a pretty good
judge of character.
Phil!

Your ex-wife cheated on you
with the same guy

who tried to murder you.

Oh. Yeah, fair point.

Yeah. Forget I said that.

Uh, look, you're wrong
about her.

You know how much
she means to me. I need this.

Oh, come on.A-All right, look.

How about I-I prove
to you she's innocent?

I join the investigation
and help out.
No. No. No.

I helped you catch that
murderer last year in the woods.

I'm practically an agent.

No, you're an accountant.

Eh.And last year
in the woods,

you fell off a trail.

And you got
Fornell shot.

God, I wish you didn't
have such a good memory.

Forgot about that.

[sighs]

Phil, come on.

If Stacy is innocent,
I'll find out.

And you stay away from her.

Okay.

[sighs]

You coming?

Mm-hmm.

What's wrong? Are you okay?

Yeah. I must have, uh,
had some bad Thai for lunch.

Uh-uh. You're in pain,
aren't you?

I told you to take it easy.

Maybe you should just
sit this one out and rest.

Okay, yes. I'm a little sore.

Mm-hmm.But I know what I
can and can't do.

I just wish people would
stop fussing over me.Mm.

[quietly]:
Okay.

Are youcoming?

TALBOT:
I pulled the Tucker file
after you called.

Here you go.

Shame what happened to Mark.

What do you remember?

Around five years ago,

Mark's wife Stacy-- real nice
lady, smart as a whip--

came home to find him facedown
at the bottom of the stairs.

Wow. He fell?

TALBOT:
Just a tragic accident.

Seems he had
one too many that night

and went ass over teakettle.

BISHOP:
Yeah, that wouldn't account for

the lacerations on his head
and the amount of blood loss.

What are you saying?
That he was murdered?

It was an accident.

Maybe that's what Stacy
wanted you to think.

No, sir.

I've known that girl
since she was a baby.

She doesn't have
a mean bone in her body.

All right, Sheriff,
well, we won't take up

any more of your time.
Thank you for the file.

You do much archery around here?

Yeah. I used to coach

the kids during
summer camp back in the day.

You ever teach Stacy?

Come to think of it, I did.

She was pretty good at it, too.

I am so sorry this happened,
my darling.

You know if I could
change it, I would.

Just know that I love you, okay?

Jimmy?

Oh, got to go. McGee's here.

Yeah. I got to go.

Love you, too, honey. Yeah.

Thank God, man.
[laughs]

I didn't see the...

In the ear, and...

Never mind. How's Breena?

Uh, Breena is, uh,
uh, not happy. You know?

With the two bodies
in autopsy now,

the chocolate-dipped
strawberries

are gonna have to wait.

Well, were you able to make
any progress at least?

Yes. I was able to determine
they were both killed

by the exact same type
of weapon.

Oh, and I found
something interesting.

Organ damage that occurred
prior to death.

On which victim?

Both of them.
It's pretty severe, too.

Like they both have
been sick for quite some time.

Hell of a coincidence. Huh?

Yeah. Any idea
what caused it?

No, no. I just sent a tissue
sample up to Kasie for analysis.

Hey, guys.

Oh, wow. That was fast.

You got the
tissue samples already?

What? Oh, no.

I'm good, but I'm not that good.

I have something even better.

I finished processing the arrow
found at the crime scene,

and I found a strand of hair.

Could be our killer's.Yeah, it was tangled up

amongst the feathers
at the end of the arrow.

How does that happen?

Oh, here, let me show you.

BOTH:
Whoa! No, no, no!

You know, you can
just tell us.

Oh. Well, when the killer
pulled the bow back,

the end of the arrow must've
brushed against their head,

yanked up a strand
of their hair.

Oh, that's fantastic.

Stacy's in the Navy. That means
we already have her DNA on file,

so we just
match it against

the DNA on the hair and see
if we've got our killer.

Yeah, unfortunately,
it won't be that easy.

McGEE: The hair
that Kasie found

was not attached to a root,
which means...Doesn't have DNA.

Right, but what it does have
is hair dye.

The killer uses
a unique organic dye

made from
a henna plant.

So, if Stacy uses the same dye,
then we have a match?

McGEE: Correct.You're forgetting
something.

We need Stacy's hair
to match it.

And something tells me
she won't give it willingly,

and we might have a hard time
getting a warrant.

Oh, we don't need
a warrant.

We have a man
on the inside.
No.

Nick is right. Phil could
go on a date with Stacy

and get a hair
sample for us.

No, not happening.

Wouldn't be admissible in court,
given how we obtained it.

No, we're not doing this.

But if it matches
and we use it to confront her...

It may be good enough to rattle
a confession out of her.

I am not putting my friend
in danger, okay?

If Stacy is our killer,

every minute she's out there,
Phil's already in danger.

Okay, this is great, guys.
I promise I won't let you down.

Just grab a sample
of her hair and get out.

Okay. Uh, question:

Do I get to carry a gun?No.

Okay, geez, just asking.

All right, Phil, now, we're
gonna be watching and listening

from the car here. This pen
has a microphone hidden inside.

If you get into
any trouble at all,

say the word,
we'll be there.

Like a code word?

Okay, let's see, uh,
how about, um,

pineapple? Kumquat?

Or something more spy-like,
like, uh, tread stone.

Or enigma? Oh, blackwater.

Just pick a word.

Okay, all right. Abacus, abacus.

I'm an accountant.
It's easiest to remember.

Besides, nothing's gonna happen.
I'm not gonna need it anyway.

I told you, Stacy's innocent.

She didn't kill
those two guys.

Three, actually.

We believe that she, uh, may
have killed her husband, too.

Three?

Yeah. Good luck, Phil.

Three.

Make yourself comfortable.

Dinner shouldn't
be much longer.

Ah, can't wait.
Mm-hmm.

Mm.

You know, frankly,
I'm a little surprised

you're here after what
your friend said about me.

Oh, that's just Gibbs.
He, uh, he accuses people

of murder all the time.
[clears throat]

I know he's your friend,
but honestly,

I don't know
what you see in him.

I mean, that steely gaze

and "man of a few words"
routine.

Who's he kidding?

Does that actually work
on anyone?

And you know what?

I don't care what people say,
he's not that handsome.

[chuckles]You know?

Totally agree.

And after the way he treated me,
he's lucky I don't sue his ass.

I'm sure he was just
doing his job.

Yeah, but you don't
believe him, right?

I mean, that's why you're here.

Right. Of course.

'Cause, Phil,
if this is gonna work,

we've got to have trust.

I can't be with anyone
who doesn't have my back.

I couldn't agree more.

What are you doing?[gasps]

Why are you holding my brush?

PHIL:
I was, um...

Uh, I was...

I was...Brushing your hair?

[stammers] Pineapple.

What?

Uh, no, wait, uh, tread stone.

Oh, damn it.
Code word.

Code word. Code word!

Sounds like Phil's in trouble.
Should we go inside?

I don't think so.

Give me my brush.

Did you really think
I could be a murderer?

Give that
to your friends

for their DNA test.

I don't ever want
to see you again.

Get out of here.

Innocent?

Kasie ran the test twice.
Stacy's hair is not a match.

Poor Phil.

Poor us. Now one of us
has to tell Gibbs

that we lost our only suspect.

Oh, yeah,
good luck with that.
What?

Oh, hell no, I'm not gonna be
the one to tell him.

He already knows.BISHOP: Hey,

Gibbs, uh, you talk to Phil?
How's he handling it?

He's not.
Stacy won't return his calls.

Well, can you blame her?

We all thought
she was a serial killer.

Worst Valentine's ever.

Focus on Wales and Olson.
Find another link.

Well, we better
do it fast, boss.

I got a call from
Detective Logan at MPD.

His superiors are rumbling
about jurisdiction.[cell phone ringing]

They want Olson's body
and the evidence back.

Hold them off long as you can.

Kasie. Yeah. On my way down.KASIE: Gibbs.

Kase, what do you got?Oh, sorry, Gibbs.

While I was
waiting for you,

I was working on a little
side project for Sloane.

Sloane asked you to do that?

[scoffs]
Actually, it was my idea.

I can't have a secret admirer
on my watch.

I'm a forensic scientist.
I have to know. [chuckles]

You know, actually,
between you and me,

it would save me
a lot of trouble

if the person who sent it
just admitted to it.

I wouldn't tell anybody.
It could just be

our little secret.

[laughs]Okay, moving on.

So I just tested
some hair samples...

Yeah, yeah,
she's innocent. I know.

Not Stacy's hair;
our victims'.

Jimmy sent me Wales' and Olson's
tissue samples to analyze,

but the results
were inconclusive.

Since I was testing
Stacy's hair,

I tested theirs, too,
and found this.

What is it?Methamphetamine.

Wales and Olson
were on meth?

Cheap stuff, too, which explains
the damage to their organs.

In fact, the meth
in their system

had the exact same
chemical composition,

which means we found
another link between them.

They got the same dealer.[cell phone ringing]

And we have another suspect.

Whoever sold them the meth
could be our killer.

Hey, Phil.

[Phil speaking indistinctly]

What are you doing there?

♪ Born under a bad sign

♪ Been down since
before I could crawl ♪

[door opens, closes]

♪ If it wasn't
for bad luck... ♪

Ah, Phil, what the hell
you doing, man?

Hey, Gibbs. You're just in time.
I'm about to hit the chorus.

♪ If it wasn't
for bad luck ♪

♪ You know I wouldn't have
no luck at all. ♪[chuckles]

Come on.

I know you're hurting, man.

This is no way
to deal with it.

Getting drunk in the afternoon.

I'm not drunk. It's milk.
Couldn't find the scotch.

[chuckles]

I was so mad at you, Gibbs,
for making me doubt her, but...

it's my fault.

I should've trusted her.

We didn't help much.

I was so lucky
when I met Stacy.

I met her, and suddenly
I didn't feel so alone.

[chuckles] You know?

I don't know.

Maybe I should be more like you.

The lone wolf. Huh?[chuckling]

Go the "Way of the Gibbs."
[laughs]

Come on, seems
to work for you.
Eh.

Doesn't always work that way.

You get lonely?

Well... I mean, I'm busy.

I mean, I got work and the boat.

Sometimes that's not enough.

Think you'd ever get back
into a relationship?

Oh, I don't know.

Been there.

Not sure I'm cut out for that.

But, hell, Phil, you are.

Yeah, well, what am I
supposed to do, Gibbs?

Stacy won't see me. I lost her.

Get her back.

Don't give up.

She's worth fighting for, right?

Yeah, yeah.[cell phone ringing]

Get her back.

Yeah? Gibbs.

Uh, boss, we may
have something here.

So, remember how
Stacy told us

Wales was obsessed
with working out?

Torres checked the cameras at
the gym and found footage of him

with somebody
doing a transaction.

It could be our dealer.

Did Olson work out
at the same gym?

McGEE: No, he went to
a different one across town,

but I checked their cameras,

and the same guy
showed up there as well.

Kasie used facial
recognition

and I.D.'d him as
Matthew Duques.

Runs a nutritional
store in town.

Okay, get Torres, pick him up.
Meet you back at the office.

I got to go, okay?
Yeah.

Hey, don't drink all the milk.

Yeah, okay.

[door opens]

So, this is where our
meth dealer works?

Yeah, what were you expecting?Not a nutrition store.

Well, at least now
you can stock up on supplies.

[laughs] Okay.

Uh, Mr. Duques?

NCIS.

I got him.

Torres, wait.

[grunts]

[grunts]

Oh, man.[grunting]

[groans]

[groans]

[panting]

[gun cocks]
Freeze!

The hell was that?

What part of "limited duty"
don't you understand?

So I got a little tired.

Yeah, and because of you,
our suspect almost got away.

But he didn't.

But he could have.

What are you trying to prove?

You need to rest, Nick.

Slow down.

Nobody will think
any less of you.

This is a mistake.

I'm an honest businessman.

Okay, well, honest
businessmen don't run.

And they don't sell meth
hidden in pills.

Found that in your back room.

Had it analyzed.
Five percent meth by volume.

Okay, I don't know
what you're talking about.

You recognize these men?

No. Should I?

Yeah, probably.

They're two of
your customers.

BISHOP:
So, what happened?

They found out that you were
selling them cheap meth?

They confronted you,
and then you killed them?

Wait, what?

Th-These guys are dead?

It's a hell of a complaint
department you got there.

No.

No, no. You-you got this
all wrong.

No, what we've got
is you on tape

selling meth to our victims.

No, I-I wasn't
selling them meth.

Then what were you selling them?

They saw my ad on
the dating app.

They said they wanted something
to give them a little boost,

make them more appealing
to the ladies.

So I sold them
my virility supplements.

They just happen
to have meth in them.

Ginkgo biloba
wasn't cutting it?

Okay. [sighs]

I may have used, let's say,
some more powerful ingredients

to get a stronger effect.

But I'm a supplements
manufacturer.

I'm not a murderer.

You believe him?
[sighs]

If he is telling the truth,
imagine the irony.

In trying to make themselves
more appealing, Wales and Olson

were slowly killing themselves
without even knowing it.

[cell phone ringing]

Oh, man.

Everything all right?

Yeah, it's Phil.

Probably just wants
some more relationship advice.

From you?

TORRES:
Hey, Gibbs?

We have a problem.

While searching
Duques's belongings,

we found a prescription
for hydromorphone.

That's a heavy-duty painkiller.

Yeah, apparently, he was
taking it for his shoulder.

He tore his rotator cuff
about six months ago.

He was in an accident,
and he never healed.

Ah. So with a bum shoulder...

No way he could handle
the bow and arrow.

He's not our guy.

[cell phone ringing]

Hey, Phil?
It's not a great time.

Oh, Gibbs, thank God.
I don't know what to do.

Slow down, Phil.

What-what's going on?

I went by Stacy's house
to patch things up,

and her house
had been broken into.[clattering]

I think whoever did it
might still be here.

Phil, listen to me.

Hang up the phone
and get out of there.

You understand?[phone beeps]

Phil!

[door opens]GIBBS: Phil!

Phil!

[dog barking in distance]

Bedrooms are clear.

No sign of them in
the rest of the house.

BOLO, now.

NCIS!
Whoa!

Whoa, don't shoot.

Sheriff? What are
you doing here?

Stacy called me.
She said she was in trouble.

I rushed right over.

Well, why did she call you?

You got something to
say, I'd say it now.

Because I'm the only one
that knows her secret.

[sighs]

Stacy killed her husband.

It was late June,

around suppertime.

Stacy came to my place sobbing,
covered in blood.

Told me Mark had been
on one of his benders

and had gotten
particularly nasty with her.

Physically abusive?

It had been going on for years.

Hell, I always thought she'd
be the one dead before him.

Not that night. She fought back.

He was choking her.

She grabbed a poker
and hit him over the head.

Poor thing was so scared,
she didn't even wait

to see him drop.

She just ran
straight over to my place.

I went over to check on him,
found him dead.

So to protect her,
you changed the report,

made it look like an accident?

[sighs]

I knew I should've never given
you those crime scene photos.

Why change the report at all?
I mean, it was self-defense.

You don't know Mark's family.
They're vindictive.

They would've brought her into
court and made her life hell.

I couldn't let that
happen to her.

That poor woman had already
been through enough.

And no one else knows
about this?

No. Course, Mark's family,

they all blamed her
for what happened.

All except one cousin,
I remember.

Always thought he
had a sweet spot

for her.

You remember his name?

I only met him a few times.

Logan.

Tom Logan. I heard
something about him

moving up here
to become an MPD detective.

All right, got it. Thanks.

MPD says Logan never
showed up for work.

Now, I've got his home address,
but he also has a cabin.

Hit the cabin first.[groaning]

You guys go ahead without me.

Torres, you okay?

I need to get
some rest, man. I...

I'm not gonna be any good
to you guys like this.

I'll meet you at the office.

Good.

[engine starts]

[grunts]

Tom, please don't do this.

LOGAN:
I should've never
brought you here.

I-I, uh...
[chuckles]

I killed the others
at night.

They were by themselves.

This-this-this was i-im...

impulsive.
I'm not impulsive.

No, you're psychotic.

Tom. Why are you doing this?

For you, Stacy.

I-I...

I love you.

I've loved you
since the moment I saw you.

I couldn't just watch

and do nothing
while men hurt you.

I had to hurt them back.

Like I did with Mark.

Mark? I don't...

I-I went over the house
after you left.

He was still alive.

I put an end to that.[sighs]

You killed him?

So we could be together.

We will never be together.

Huh?

Well... really?

And here I was, thinking
I'd only have to kill him.

Logan's cabin?

Cabin J, just down here
to the right.

I'm sorry to get you
involved in all this, Phil.

I'm sorry, too,
for not trusting you.

If it means anything,
I was falling in love with you.

LOGAN:
[grunts] Okay.

Let's get this over with.

Tom, please don't.

Don't worry.
I'll be right behind you.

I don't want to live in
this world without you.

Uh, wait. Before you
go through with this,

have you thought about
the tax implications?

The what?

Well, you're-you're planning
on killing yourself, right?

As an accountant,
I'd advise you to at least wait

until you have
your estate plan in place.

I don't care about
any of that stuff.

Oh, but your beneficiaries will.

Come on, Tom.
You come from

a big family, right?

I'm sure you got
a favorite niece or nephew.

He does. Little Bobby Jr.

PHIL:
Little Bobby Jr.!

Well, you wouldn't
want Little Bobby Jr.

not getting what's
coming to him, right?

And then there's the death tax.
You know about that, right?

No.

Oh, Tom, come on.

You got to reduce your assets
below the threshold,

or those taxes
will kill you, Tom.

Kill you. No pun intended.

Enough!

Say goodbye.

[door opens]

[gunshot]

You both okay?

Oh, Gibbs, thank God.

I was running out
of accounting tricks.

[knocking on door]

Excuse me.
Are you Jacqueline Sloane?

Yes. Hi. How can I help you?

I think those are for me.

Uh, I'm sorry?

I'm Sloane Jackston.
I work in HR.

My husband's overseas and
sent me a Valentine's gift,

but I think the courier

must have sent it
to you instead.

Oh. Right.

[laughs softly]

Can I have them back?

Oh, yes, of course. Of course.

I'm sorry.
I ate some of the chocolates.

Most of them, actually.

That's all right.
I ate most of yours, too.

Hmm?

The card fell behind my desk
when they delivered it.

I-I only found it today. That's
how I knew to come to you.

Wow. Thank you so much.

Well, nice meeting you.

Happy belated Valentine's.

Yes, you, too.

[sighs]

[mouths]

[knocking on door]

Hey. Phil.

Hey, Gibbs.How are you? Come on in.

Good. Good. I can't stay.
I'm, uh, picking up Stacy.

We are going out to dinner.

She took you back?[laughs]:
Yeah. Yeah.

I got you
to thank for that.

And for, uh, saving my life.

Well, you never sing
in my house again, we're even.

[chuckles]
All right. Oh, here.

I got you this.

I created a profile for you

on Fleet Date,
using some old photos

I took last year
at your cabin.

I figured the app worked for me,
maybe it'll work for you.

Phil, it's not me.

That won't even
work on my phone.

Yeah, I know. That's why
I bought you a new phone.

Okay? Look, you don't
have to use the app now.

Just think about it.
If you ever get lonely,

you just hit that button, okay?

Who knows?
Maybe you'll find love, too.

Who knows?All right.

I got to run.
I'll call you later.Okay.

Right.
Yeah.

[chuckles]Call.

Yeah.Do it.

"Do it."

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