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Looking good
this morning, Merri.

Feeling cold, Reilly.

Really cold.

If it's any consolation,

you look the opposite.

By which I mean

hot.

Thank you for clarifying.

You are nothing
if not relentless.

Hey, nobody ever hits a home
run without stepping up to the plate.

And nothing turns
on a woman more

than a good baseball metaphor
in subzero temperatures.

That's not subzero.
This is subzero.

And I love it.
It's invigorating.

You know, good
for the blood flow.

Stamina.

And I've been
vaccinated, just saying.

Gosh, I can't wait for
business to get back to normal,

so I can afford to cook
with fresh veggies again.

- But then you'd never -get to see me.
- Yeah.

That's a real Sophie's choice.

Hey, you ordered peas, right?

Here's a loose bag.

On the house.

Now, tell me about
this, Sophie girl...

"And while I know that staying
in Afghanistan is right for me,

"I do regret not
getting to say goodbye

to each of you in person."

"So as a way of saying
'Till we meet again, '

I hereby bequeath the
following items from my office."

"To McGee, I leave
my electric stapler,

since he used it every
chance he could."

Yeah. "And to Ellie,
I leave my shiatsu

massage bar, since she
borrowed it every chance she could."

Yes.

"And to Nick, I officially award

"full custody of Carl,

because I know he'll
take good care of him."

Aw. What? No. No.

Come on. You guys got all
cool stuff and I get a damn fish?

- He's been with you all week.
- Look, one thing

is keeping him alive for a week.

The other is permanently.

Well, obviously she
thinks you need it, Nick.

Yeah, like I need
that back massager.

You know, this e-mail's
just to the three of us.

I wonder what she left Gibbs.

You mean, besides
a broken heart?

I think he's been a lot
chipper since he got back.

Yeah, I know, right?

I mean, he seems to be
taking Sloane's loss pretty well.

I didn't know she was lost.

Unless you know
something I don't.

No, boss, we're just
talking about the fact

that she's staying
in Afghanistan.

Yeah, I heard about that.

Gear up. Got a body in Douglass.

Bundle up, kids.

Ms. Hines?

Director.

I take it Agent Sloane left
a memento for you as well?

She did.

Yeah, but that's
not why I'm here.

I just came to think.

Here as opposed
to your own office?

Force of habit. I've

actually been consulting
with Jack semi-regularly

since that whole diner
hostage thing last year.

Per your suggestion,

- if you recall.
- Yeah.

I-I recall. She was helpful?

Very. So much so,

I find myself drawn
here whenever I need to

collect my thoughts, I guess.

Everything we've been through

the past year or so...

But why do I get the feeling

that there's-there's
something more personal, like...

But not-not that it's
any of my business.

No, it's fine,
just family stuff.

My sister got
furloughed from her job

and then she lost her apartment.

She had to move back
in with our mom and

let's just say the two of them

love each other best from afar.

I-I am familiar
with that dynamic.

Yeah, I was up half the night
on the phone playing referee.

And I am late to
a budget meeting.

I sure could use
a referee on this.

But listen, um,

you... if you need
a few days off...

No, not at all. I-I'm fine.

Okay.

All right, that's close enough.

I never get to say that.

Victim is, Petty Officer
Martin Delfino, 25.

Currently listed as U.A.
from the USS Patrick Goodell.

Failed to report for muster
at midnight last night.

Where is his ship now?

Prepared to depart
out of Norfolk.

Delfino was,
scheduled for mandatory

quarantine pre-deployment.

Neither of the witnesses
knows the victim,

and the driver has no idea
how the body got in his truck.

You got any cause
of death, Palmer?

Yeah, we may have to
wait until he thaws out a bit.

It appears to be a
head wound, but,

judging by his somewhat
casual pose, I'd say

he was dead before he froze.

No rhyme intended there.

Hey. Third call today and you
don't even leave a message.

Everything okay?

Couldn't be better, Butch.

I just had some
big news to share,

and voice mail wouldn't do.

You got a minute?

No.

Why, what is it?

It's way too big
without telling you

with a detailed explanation
and you'll think I'm crazy.

I already think you're crazy.

Well, that's a good point.

Look, I-I still have a
couple of errands to run.

I'll just drop by later
and I'll tell you in person.

Ciao, baby.

"Ciao, baby"?

Hey, Gibbs?

We might not know
who left him here,

but maybe Killer Korn does?

Killer Korn? Killer Korn?
Like the food truck?

- You know it?
- I know it? I love it.

It's the best corn on
the cob in the universe.

There's a sentence
you don't hear every day.

Come on, Ellie, it's just corn.

How good can it be?

You won't be asking me that

when you try it, promise.

Did I hear right?

That's one of the
Killer Korn guys?

Now you recognize him?

I didn't see the logo.

Him I don't know so well.

I mostly deliver to
Greco, his cousin.

When was the last
time you delivered?

Had to be last week.

- Where do we find this place?
- Well, it pops up

all over town.

Luckily, I have my trusty
little food truck app here.

Yeah. Of course you do.

- What kind of foodie.
- Would she be without it?

Okay, guys.

It tracks every food
truck in the metro area.

Just give me a second.

Retrace your steps last night.

Um, my last delivery
was in Brightwood.

After that, I
dropped off the truck

at the supply
house around 10:00.

Picked it back up
this morning at 6:30.

Obviously you
didn't take inventory.

Hate to say, I'm a
little lazy about that.

I just let them load
the truck and I deliver.

Then let's check
the supply house.

Any luck on the truck, Bishop?

No, not yet,

which is super weird,

'cause this app updates
every ten minutes,

but right now it just
says that Killer Korn is

nowhere.

This is so good.

You ready for this?
Listen to this sweet sound.

I hate you both.

Not as much as I
hate Carl over here.

Hate is a strong word, Nick.

Dude, this fish needs
everything except a daily walk.

Are you sure neither
of you can take him?

My childhood trauma, remember?

Come on, that was
a goldfish that died.

This is a betta fish.

I'll even vaccinate him. McGee?

No, I'm already taking
care of Tony's fish.

Maybe, maybe
Gibbs will take him.

Update.

Petty Officer First
Class Martin Delfino,

25 years old, CO
calls him a model sailor,

coming off two months'
leave after back-to-back tours

in the Persian Gulf.

- Next of kin?
- We notified his parents in Phoenix.

They said that
he visited briefly

and then returned
back to D.C. to help

his cousin out
on his food truck.

We find the cousin? Not
yet. The name is Sean Greco.

We left several messages on
the number the parents gave us.

Website offers no update
on that truck's location.

Same with the app. I've hit

the refresh button,
like, a million times.

And still...

Wait, I don't believe it. Okay.

It finally updated.
We've got a location.

Good, take Torres with you.

McGee, we are going to
the supply house. Let's go.

All right, Killer
Korn, here we come.

Hey, Nick, you are
going to love this place.

They've got Taiwanese corn,
they've got Mexican street corn,

they've got Cuban corn.

And their Italian corn?

Parmesan and pesto? Man.

Wait a minute.

That's not Killer Korn.

- It says "Killer Korn" on it.
- Yeah, no, I know what it says,

but their truck is
green, not blue.

Kosmic Korn. Not Killer Korn.

It is Kosmic Korn
that's the best.

Don't let Greco
hear you say that.

Kosmic Korn doesn't come close.

What'd I tell you?

You gonna be out
of here by 3:00?

As always, Bjork, but it's
my first day without Marty.

He went back to the Navy,
so I'm scrambling here

to open up on time.

Well, don't let me keep you.

There's that look.

Taiwanese?

You know it's my favorite.

Here.

Enjoy!

And I'll be happy
to prove our corn's

a thousand times better,
just not for another half hour.

Yeah, Mr. Greco, I'm afraid
we're here about your cousin.

Now, that is Reilly. He's
dropping off his truck

at Igloo supply house
around 10:00 p.m. last night,

walking away like
nothing happened.

Now, we didn't see anyone

coming or going from
there until midnight,

when we see this worker
starting to load food crates

just inside the freezer door.

If Delfino's body
was already in there,

then this guy never saw him.

Well, at 6:30 a.m.,
Reilly showed up again,

picked up his schedule,

and headed back out, which
is exactly what he said he did.

What do we know about Reilly?

Two old drug
misdemeanor charges,

but he's been clean
ever since then.

I'm still making calls

off his delivery
schedule from yesterday.

Multiple pages, you know.

- That Jack's?
- Yeah.

Left it to me. A
beaut, isn't she?

Why, it sure does staple.

Yeah.

She leave you anything, boss?

I-I just can't believe it.

Marty was indestructible.

- Like a force of nature.
- Hold up.

How could he be dead?

Dead?

Marty? Our Marty?

- I'm afraid so.
- And you are?

Betty's his girlfriend.

Good friend.

We had a friendly split
before he had to leave.

God, this is awful. How?

- You didn't say how he died.
- We're still trying to figure that out.

His body was
discovered in the back

of a frozen food delivery truck.

Seriously?

The driver's name
was Richard Reilly?

Are you kidding? That goofball?

What was Marty
doing in his truck?

Any disagreements between them?

They hardly knew each other.

And Reilly hadn't delivered
here in at least a week.

Two weeks for me.

Were there any known
enemies he might have had?

No. No, he had
no enemies, but...

Well, let's just say
my cousin didn't take

any crap from anybody.

That's a good way to say it.

Such as...? From, like, people
we had to deal with sometimes.

You know, business owners

who don't like us parking
in front of their stores.

Rude customers, food
bloggers expecting free samples

in exchange for a good review.

Everybody wants freebies.

Parking cops, those
trendy influencers.

And Marty handled
all our social media,

so... he couldn't stand them.

Any known arguments or fights?

I guess he had a few with Sammy.

Sammy who?

Sloppy Joe Sammy.

I don't know his last name,

but... yeah, those two
were always at odds.

Y'all know where
we can find him?

That's his truck right there.

Guy's a real charmer.

Hey, yo, you Sammy?

Did you see the name
on the side of the truck?

I don't open for
another ten minutes.

This won't take long.

Look, I... whoa.

I'm sorry, I was kidding.

Sammy's off today.

As a matter of fact, he
told me not to open at all.

So have a good day.

All right, hold on now.

Are you trying to flee
the scene, Sammy?

I told you I'm not Sammy.

Turn off your engine.

Turn it off? I can't
even turn it on.

Stop trying.

What does that badge say?

NCIS.

You know, food trucks
make lousy getaway cars.

I told you, for
the millionth time,

I thought you were
the health department.

And for the millionth time,
why would you run from them?

Well, if you must know,

they gave my truck a
"C" rating last month,

and I, I haven't
quite gotten around

to making all the
improvements yet.

Putting a little extra
sloppy in your sloppy joe?

Yeah, even your mob buddies
would find that disgusting.

Here we go.

What mob buddies?

Found guilty in
2015 on two counts

of racketeering and operating

a casino without a license.

The food truck business
is a bigger gamble

than any backroom card
game I might have run.

But that life... it-it's
all behind me now.

Or at least as of two weeks
ago, when your probation ended.

Congratulations, what did
you do to you celebrate?

You settle some scores?

Hey, I got no scores to
settle with that Navy kid.

Look, any problems
we might have had

was because we...
we're too much alike.

Is that right? Yeah.

This is a tough business.

And you got to be tough
and you got to bust your ass.

Nice kid like Greco's lucky

to have a guy like
Marty in his corner.

To fight off the competition?

You want competition,
don't talk to me.

Go talk to Kosmic Korn.

Why, what about Kosmic Korn?

Well, look, I don't
know all the gory details,

but, there's a lot of
bad blood over there.

It's like the Hatfields
and the McCoys.

You know, except for food.

Sammy wasn't kidding.
These food blogs

read like a crime novel.

Not a good crime novel.

I mean, "The Great
Korn Wars of D.C."?

What's that about?

Basically, both Killer
Korn and Kosmic Korn

make the same
product, which apparently

splits the market on a
pretty fierce fan base.

Two months ago, the
competition boiled over

into accusations
of slashing tires.

Led to the owners of each truck

to file restraining orders
against each other.

Well, where's the other truck?

The website doesn't
show a location.

Let me check the app again.

This a bad time?

T the best, but

when has that ever stopped you?

- Hey, how are you? -Hey, Tobias.
- Toby, what's up, man?

- How are you?
- Greetings to one and all.

I'm doing great.

And I'm really glad
you all are here,

because now I
can make it official.

Yeah. Yeah.

Your big news. Gibbs

I am moving to Costa Rica.

Okay.

Once you told me
Sloane's original plan,

you know, before Afghanistan,

the wheels started turning.

So I checked it out and
I think it's really perfect.

I did not know you were looking.

Well, why not? I'm on
the brink of retirement.

Emily is finally squared away.

The time is right.

Okay

squared away, okay, but

what's Emily really
think about this?

My daughter thinks
it's a great idea.

As a matter of fact,

we're meeting for dinner tonight

to work out the details.

Who knows?

Maybe she'll even come with me.

Well... what do you think?

Me?

What does that matter?

It matters.

You matter.

Are you happy?

Then, what the hell? Go for it.

Yes!

Nice, Tobias, way to go, man.

Thanks, guys.

Wow, I am really stoked.

I've got a few
more errands to run,

so, Gibbs, I'll give
you a call you later.

And

everybody have a great day!

- All right, man.
- See you.

See you, Tobias.

Wow, Costa Rica.

So what do you
really think, Gibbs?

You heard what I think.

Yeah, but really, I mean,
first Sloane, now Fornell?

Losing another friend?

Did I say that out loud?

Nobody's losing anything.

We still got phones, right?

And Zoom. Yeah, and,

FaceTime.

Whatever... we got a location
on those other corn trucks?

You know what, still
nothing on the app.

Well, get a new app
and find the damn thing.

And then find out why that
kid's cousin didn't tell you

about the corn wars or
whatever the hell that's about.

Yeah, you did say that out loud.

That kid melted yet?

Gibbs, whoa, you scared me.

Yes, Petty Officer Delfino
has thawed out a bit,

and his skull X-ray is
actually quite revealing.

Blunt force trauma?

Wait, you-you can see that?

What I see is no bullet, and
that's usually when you say

blunt force.

I'm sorry to be so
predictable, but yes,

there's a crush injury
to the squamosal suture

which caused massive
brain hemorrhage.

- Killed him fast.
- You know what hit him?

Well, whatever it was,
it left a distinct pattern,

and here comes Kasie

to match that
pattern to a weapon.

I'll certainly try.

There's no try, Kase.

You just do.

Yes, sir.

Wha...?

Really?

Gibbs actually quotes Yoda,

and all you can
say is "yes, sir"?

What? Right.

Yoda, yeah.

Okay, what's going on?

Is it your mom or your sister?

Both.

- Did Vance tell you?
- No, no.

But whenever something's
up with your family,

you get really quiet and

your eyebrows
furrow just like that.

Damn.

Nothing gets past you.

Okay, last I remember,
your sister lost her place,

- so she moved in -with your mom, right?
- Yeah.

Now she's all moved
in, and it's going so well

that she just called
to tell me that...

Mom's having chest pains
and they're headed to the E.R.

Kasie

what are you, what
are you still doing here?

You know, it's...
it's not that simple.

Even if I were to
head to New York now,

it's not like the hospital
will allow for visitors anyway.

Yeah, but you'd be closer.

And Mom will definitely think
she's dying if I just show up.

Yeah.

Why am I burdening
you with all this?

Because we're friends.

Yeah, but after all
you've been through?

And why have you
been through so much?

Why does stuff like
this keep happening

to good people like
you and, frankly, to me,

while other folks are
just skating through life

happily unscathed?

Is that really what you think?

It's what I think.

And see and feel lately, yeah.

Okay, all right, well, let's,

let's reframe this then, um...

Look, if-if what I've
been through has

taught me anything, it's that

absolutely no one

happily skates
through life unscathed.

I'm not so sure.

I'm 100% sure. It's, like, um...

Tale of Two Cities.

Okay, you lost me.

Yeah, Charles
Dickens did not write.

"It was the best of times

and everything was awesome."

You know, I mean,

without "the worst of
times," we wouldn't have

I don't know... poetry,

wouldn't have sad songs,
wouldn't have anything

that makes us appreciate
"the best of times."

Stars can't shine
without darkness.

No one is immune to suffering.

No one.

But the good news is,

people like you and me?

We can handle it.

We can?

Heck yeah.

We work hard to keep shining.

What?

Just, now I know how you
talked that guy off the ledge.

I didn't tell you
because it didn't matter.

Kosmic Korn stays on their
side of town, we stay on ours.

But it wasn't always that way.

Hey, Greco, backup hot sauces?

Right above the register, Bets.

- I see them.
- What about your truck?

I got a staff working it.

It's cool. We look
out for each other.

Some more than others.

Can't afford to shut
down, not even for a day.

Not in this business.

Which brings us
back to your feud.

How did it start?

I was head line cook at
Dasher's in Georgetown for years,

and then... COVID shut us down.

And, suddenly out of a job,

I get this corn idea.

And since nobody
else was doing it,

I sunk my life savings
and every credit card I had

to make it happen.

Struggled at first, but then

Marty came to help, and,

and pretty soon
business was booming.

You know, until til Kosmic Korn.

Until another cook
from Dasher's,

a now former buddy of mine,
opened up his own truck, yeah.

- Your buddy stole your idea?
- Stole my idea.

My recipe.

Even the Ks we use in our name.

- That's straight-up slimy.
- Well, Marty and I thought so, too,

until the restraining orders
forced us to do business

miles apart.

So he's out of sight,
out of mind ever since.

At least until now.

It's McGee.

Hey, McGee, you're on speaker.

Hey, one of these blogs
just gave me a location

for Kosmic Korn.

An industrial park
on 10th and Ardale.

We're a few blocks
away from there.

- Hey, are you, -Pete Cannizaro?
- Yeah.

Just take a number
and I'll be right with you.

I don't like him already.

- You don't like what he did.
- And you do?

I say we drag
him out by his feet

for breaking his
restraining order.

I say there are other
ways to get answers.

Plus, you might even get
some great corn out of it.

Just follow my lead.

Mr. Cannizaro, we-we're
not here to eat, actually.

I-I'm writing an article
for Food Truck Aficionado,

and I'd love to feature
what we're told is

the best corn in town.

In the universe.

But, as you can see,

I'm swamped over here.

Well, maybe we could help.

What?

Yeah, my-my husband Nick and I,

we could get behind the scenes,

make it a real hands-on story.

We've both been vaccinated.

You have any experience?

- None.
- Tons. Nick.

Well, be honest, Ellie,

we don't have tons
of experience, but

I mean, how hard can it be?

It's just corn.

And you think it's easy?

Okay, hotshots,
climb aboard and,

do exactly what I tell you.

I'll take two ...need
three Italian, two Mexican,

Two limes and an orange.

Three Italian, two Mexican.

Cancel one of the Italians,

make it a Taiwanese.

Okay, which one's
the Taiwanese again?

It's the one with
the green label.

Okay. And after that I need,

two honey butter and

four Mexican. Thank you.

So, how did you get the idea

to serve corn on the cob?

I don't know.

Most everybody loves corn,
and nobody else was doing it.

Nobody else?

Well, you know, there's
nothing new under the sun, right?

Right, so it was your
own, killer recipe?

Yeah, it's my own
twist on it. Yeah.

These are all limes.

I need, e orange
coming right up.

Hey, so, I saw
this, thing online

about some other corn guys,

like some kind of
feud or something?

It was just a big
misunderstanding.

I have some regrets about that.

Okay, whoa,

whoa, careful,

Mr. How Hard Can Corn Be?

Can't have a mess in here.

Nick, I'll help you.

This is his first day, right?

So, just a big misunderstanding?

Yeah, I don't like
to talk about it.

I haven't even seen those
guys since the restraining orders.

Are you sure about that?

Sure about what?

You haven't seen
the Killer Korn guys

or, Marty Delfino?

What does that look like to you?

That looks like blood.

It's probably just hot sauce.

Nope.

No, it's definitely
not hot sauce.

Okay, hold on,
now, I-I can explain.

You're gonna have to.

You think I killed Marty?

Well, now that you admitted
he came to see you, I

I also think you're really
bad at wiping up blood.

I keep telling you, that
was my blood from my nose.

From your fight with
Marty. It wasn't a fight.

It was just an argument
that got a little physical.

You whacked Marty in the
head, and then you stuffed him

- into a freezer truck.
- No.

In fact, once he drew
blood, he calmed down.

- Even apologized.
- Is that so?

Said he was trying
to break old habits.

All he wanted was to
make sure his loved ones

were taken care of
before he shipped out.

Like his cousin?

Yeah, Marty was so
worried about Greco,

all that money
and mental stress,

so he made one last plea to
me to get out of the corn business,

and he even offered to
help finance my switch.

He gave you money?

I-I didn't take it.

Hell, once he was done
talking, I was, you know,

a little ashamed.

I mean, it-it was Greco's
idea to begin with.

And his recipe.

Okay, I-I admit it,

what I did was wrong,

and life is too short, you know?

Stupid "Korn War" was
giving me gray hairs of my own.

So I told him I'd
switch over to burritos

as soon as I ran out of corn.

Kasie confirmed it's Cannizaro's
blood and not our victim, so

while it doesn't make
Cannizaro innocent,

he's not lying.

And once we shook on it,

Marty said he had
one more stop to make.

One more stop where?

I don't know.

All I know is he had one
more loved one to take care of.

Any idea who that could be?

That sounds like
something Marty would say.

But I don't know that he'd
consider me a loved one.

Well, you'd been his girlfriend.

You said the
breakup was friendly.

From my side, at least.

We were only
together for two months.

He would get so
protective, so possessive.

Jealous? Of
anyone in particular?

Flirty customers mostly.

He-He'd overhear from his truck

and come over and
get in their faces.

- Any fights?
- Just words.

Marty was lovely.

He was, so sweet.

It just made me
feel uncomfortable.

Even if he hadn't shipped
out, I would have ended it.

Life's too short.

Can you think of
anyone specifically, Betty,

who may have flirted recently,

enough for Marty to
want to protect you?

No. I can't think of...

Who?

Sloane gave you this?

Hey, Gibbs.

Yeah.

I was so honored.

During our talks,

Sloane would always point
to the elephant in the room

whenever she thought
I was holding back.

What'd she leave you?

Got our weapon yet?

Ooh, getting there.

The wound's waffling pattern
suggests a tool of some kind.

Since our victim
worked with food,

I am thinking cooking tools.

Like one of those
meat-tenderizing hammers

or a deep fryer basket.

Or maybe an actual waffle iron.

Might be a little
heavy to swing,

but anything's possible.

Are you feeling better?

Better than what?

Well, Kase, you
seemed a little off

down there in
Autopsy... you know, that

- that eyebrow thing.
- Damn. You know,

I am never playing
poker with you or Jimmy.

So you're not better.

No.

Yes.

Sort of.

It helped

to have Jimmy remind me
that I'm not alone in my anxiety.

That both joy and
sadness await us all.

Good days and bad,
everybody goes through them,

so, may as well embrace
the roller coaster, right?

Okay, fine.

Right now I'm waiting
on a call from my sister

to get Mom's results
from the doctor.

The way things are going, I'm

kind of bracing for the worst.

So get out of here.

What? No. Like I
told Jimmy ...at? No...

No, no, you don't
get to say no to me.

Go. Now.

Fine, I will book a flight

as soon as I have our weapon.

Weapon can wait.

Kasie.

You only have one mom.

The only trip you regret
is the one you don't take.

So go.

Get on a plane, get on a train.

Go.

That might be our
weapon now. What is it?

The wound's pattern
is a 96% match

to whatever this is

in Bishop's crime scene photo.

That's on the freezer truck.

Hi, Bishop.

We think Reilly is the guy.

Yeah, I know that.

Hey, you go. Go.

Where is he?

Now.

I admit, Marty did
come see me last night,

but it's a long story.

We've got time.

Make it a good one.

I was on my last
stop at this snack shop

when Marty comes up to
me and tells me to stay away

from this girlfriend of his
while he was away at sea.

Beignet Betty.

That one, yeah. I wanted
to reassure the guy

he had nothing to worry about,
only I had parked by a hydrant

and was in a hurry, so I
asked him to wait outside

while I finished up my delivery.

But when I came back out,
he was nowhere in sight. Gone.

Rule 39.

- What's that?
- Convenient.

Maybe so, but... it
was also a big relief.

So I-I closed up my truck,
I snatched the ticket off my

my-my windshield,
and I drove off fast.

You should have told
us that this morning. Look,

I panicked, okay?

So I played dumb.

You don't got to play dumb.

Found a couple of hairs.

You all want to bet
they belong to Marty?

I swear to you,
I did not kill him.

Wait. Back up.

You got a parking ticket?

It-it was 75 bucks. But

I wasn't even mad,
since Marty had left.

Again, I was by a hydrant,

so it wasn't a
complete surprise.

Ticket issued by C. Bjork.

I'll run the badge number.

Of course. Bjork strikes again.

- You know him?
- Every truck driver does.

Must have nailed me
five times already this year.

And he's an even bigger
hard-ass with food trucks.

Yeah, we know him, too, Nick.

- We do?
- He got free corn from Greco.

Let's go get him. Hang on.

We're gonna need surveillance
from where this all happened.

- Got the address on the ticket.
- You're coming with me.

Where am I going?

You're going with me until we
find out you're not lying again.

Hold this.

Hey, Tobias, can
I call you back?

I'm in the middle of something.

Gibbs, hurry. It-It's Emily.

Wait, what? What's going on?

- My God. It's Emily.
- Tobias!

Gibbs?

Tobias.

They won't let me in, Gibbs.

My baby's in there
and they won't let me in.

- Why won't they let me in?
- Okay, let's sit down.

I don't want to sit down.

Okay. Take a breath.

Talk to me. Tell
me what happened.

I don't know.

First she didn't
show up for dinner

and then she didn't
answer my texts or,

or any of my... my calls,

and then I-I ran home, and I

I went to her room,
and there she was.

Bottle of pills on
her nightstand.

She's alive. Barely.

She was breathing, but she
was so cold, her skin was so cold.

What do we do, Gibbs?
What are we gonna do?

We're gonna sit down.

And we're gonna
let these doctors do

what it is they do best.

All right.

Right, there's
good doctors here.

Yeah, they're the best.

Sit down.

She's gonna be okay.

Believe that.

Yeah, that's one of mine.

I didn't see the guy
I ticketed, though.

But you saw, Marty Delfino.

We have a witness that
saw you guys arguing.

Wait, Marty?

From the corn
truck? I-I'm confused.

No, no, you're not,
and yes, that Marty.

You got into a scuffle.

Not a scuffle.

A-After I wrote his ticket,
he just sort of appeared,

told me to stop
being such a hard-ass.

And then he just
kind of tripped.

He didn't trip.

Our witness saw you

pushing him headfirst,
hard, into a truck.

I'm telling you, he stumbled.

And yeah, he-he landed
kind of hard, y-you know,

so I set him up in the truck

wh-while I went to go get
the first aid kit from my car.

So you left the scene
and came back?

And when I did, he was gone.
Did your witness see that?

I'm sorry, I keep
saying "witness."

I meant to say "security video."

We have the whole thing, Bjork,

in living color.

I-I snapped, okay?

The guy got in my face
and I let him have it.

But, again, I only
put him in the truck

so he could sit and ice his head

while I went to
go get first aid.

Video doesn't lie.

Marty was half-dead when
you put him in the truck.

You were hoping
to pin it on Reilly.

Then you left and
never came back.

Do you have any
idea how hard it is

having everybody
mad at you every day

just for doing your job?

I'd let Gibbs know, but...

Still going straight
to voice mail?

Yep.

Well, he clearly said "Tobias"

when he answered the phone,

and then he just ran
off without a word.

I shudder to think what
those two are up to right now.

I'm gonna try him again.

Sylvia Carruthers.

Who?

The name on the
prescription bottle.

Grandmother of
one of Em's friends.

She probably found it in the
old lady's medicine cabinet.

Temptation is
everywhere, Tobias.

I really thought she
was past it, Gibbs.

Seemed... completely okay.

She was.

She will be again.

Hey, we deserve a good cry.

Hey.

Jimmy just walked in.
Let me call you back.

Okay. Love you, too.

You were right.
You were so right.

I was? I am?

That was my sister.

My mom passed all her
tests with flying colors.

See? That is great.

And while they
were at the hospital,

my sister's old job called.

They want her back
starting next week.

This is, this is great.

Hey.

It's Mom. I... Let me take this.

Yeah, t-take it. I-I...

Give her my best.

Hey. Hey, Mom.

Yeah, hang on. Hey, Jimmy.

Thank you.

Yeah.

That's right.

What's right?

She was there, in the room.

Emily?

Diane.

Her mother. Her spirit.

When I first ran in and
saw Emily in the bed,

I could feel Diane in the room,

like she was waiting
for me to get there.

Yeah, I'll bet she was.

Yeah. I'm sure of it.

Yeah, good.

Then Emily was not alone.

Hey, guys, I just finished
up, so I am headed o...

What's going on? What happened?

Emily Fornell.

What?

How? H-How?

Addiction. You know how it goes.

Addicts build up a tolerance.

They get clean.

Sometimes they relapse,
and it's a shock to their system.

You know?

Just doesn't seem real.

I'm gonna go home
and hug my kids.

Director.

I guess you heard?

Gibbs is, he's taking
Fornell to his place.

Um

I thought I would just
go over and, I don't know,

I don't know, just sit
outside and just be there.

That sounds nice.
I, think I'll join you.

I'll join, too.

What do you have there,

Director?

It's a, it's a copy
of a poem that

a friend sent me
when my wife died.

The same one you
sent me? Merrit Malloy?

Yeah. I thought I
would give it to Fornell.

I don't know, it
might be too soon.

It's never too soon,
sir. Not for that poem.

I'd like to read it.

Or hear it.

Sure.

I'll try to get through it.

"When I die.

"Give what's left of me away.

"To children.

And old men that wait to die."

"And if you need to cry..."

"Cry for your brother or sister.

Who walk the street beside you."

"And when you need me,

Put your arms around anyone..."

"And give them what
you need to give to me."

"I want to leave you something.

"Something better than words.

"Or sounds.

"Look for me.

In the people I've
known or loved."

"And if you cannot give me away,

"At least let me
live in your eyes.

And not your mind."

"You can love me most.

By letting hands touch hands."

"By letting bodies
touch bodies."

"And by letting go.

"Of children.

That need to be free."

"Love doesn't die.

People do."

"So, when all that's
left of me is love..."

"Give me away."

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