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Still think we're making
a mistake here, hon.

You know how Melissa hates
birthdays, and surprises.

She says that, but I don't think
she really feels that way.

She is gonna
regret the day

she ever gave you
the keys of her house.

Trust me, it'll put
a smile on her face

when she gets home tonight.
Well...

I think I'll put this on
the breakfast room table.

Okay.

Now, what the hell's
the good of an alarm

if you don't turn it on?

She must've been
in a hurry.

She had to be in court
early this morning.

Oh, geez...

Alan!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Alan, get her down!

Get her down!

Oh, God!

Oh, God, no!

♪ NCIS 15x12 ♪
Dark Secrets
Original Air Date on January 9, 2018

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@elder_man

Oh, she's so cute.

Oh!

Look at that little guy.

What a dude.

They don't look any different
than they did yesterday.

They are
adorable, McGee.

And they are so different.

I mean, Johnny sleeps
all the time.

And Morgan,
Morgan is nonstop active.

It's like they're two
distinctive personalities,

and Delilah and I...

Bishop, remind me what we used
to talk about every morning,

before McGee had twins?

Morning.

Morning, Boss.

Hey. You got new pictures?

Yeah. Look at that.
Ah.

By the way,

HR called.
They said that today

is the last day to update the
photo on your new credential.

I hate my new photo.

They took it on a bad day,
after a rough night.

Can't be that bad.

Whoa, whoa,
what are you doing?

Taking a look.

Wait, come on, man...

See, I hate that
I said anything.

You were right,
Nick, that is...

unflattering.
Bishop.

, it's Gibbs.

I can't live
with that, man. No way.

Well, maybe they'll let you
take another one.

I tried, bro.

I went down to HR, they got
real nasty, real uppity.

They thought I was
"criticizing their work."

Okay.

On our way.

Got a dead
JAG officer.

Come on. Let's go.

Time of death?

Around 7:00 a.m.

But as Dr. Mallard always says,

"I'll be more precise

when I get her
on my table, Jethro."

Her only phone,
no landline.

We didn't find a suicide note.

What about the parents?

Well, in denial.

We know our daughter,
Agent Bishop.

Melissa did not
take her own life.

When's the last time
you spoke to her?

Talk... we talk ev...

almost every day.

Has she sounded
depressed lately?

No. Just the opposite.

Maybe a fight with a friend?
Someone at work?

No. She loved her job.
No. Mm-hmm.

She's proud to be a JAG lawyer.

It sounds old-fashioned,
but all she ever wanted to do

was help people
and serve her country.

I mean, I don't think
she was ever... happier.

She just got engaged

to this great guy, David.

Have you...

Find anything, Agent Gibbs?

Mr. Newhall, we're just
beginning our investigation.

This is crazy.

This morning, we were coming
to surprise Melissa

for her birthday, and now...

Either of you notice
anything unusual?

Her behavior, maybe?

No.

No.
Yes.

The alarm.

The alarm was off
when we arrived.

She's religious about
setting the alarm,

especially when she's
alone in the house.

That's true.

She was really good about that.

Lieutenant Melissa Newhall

was an only child.

She grew up
in rural Pennsylvania.

Had poor grades in high school,
but she went to junior college,

got straight As, and earned
a scholarship to Georgetown,

where she was Phi Beta Kappa.

That's impressive.

Well, it gets
more impressive.

She was top
in her law school class,

and made law review.

Lieutenant Newhall turned down a
lot of lucrative law firm offers

to become a JAG lawyer.

I wonder why she'd do that?

Well, I called her CO,
and he was in court today,

observing proceedings.

I'm waiting to hear back.

Who?
Captain Bud Roberts.

I know him.

I phoned her fiancé,
David Crocker,

but I haven't heard back
from him yet.

Parents haven't been able
to reach him, either.

All right. I'll be in autopsy.

Dr. Palmer.

Got a blood draw here for Abby.

You got anything for me?
Maybe.

Found some fresh bruising,
which suggests a struggle.

I also found some other bruising
which appears to be older.

Here, here and here.

Could be
domestic abuse.

Is there a spouse?
No, there's a fiancé.

And he's not returning
our calls.

Hey.
Hey.

Where'd you go?

Um, well, I was going
to get a Caf-POW!,

and I ran into Sloane,

who was going
to the coffee cart,

so I joined her.
Oh.

What, uh, what did you do
to your finger?

Nothing. I mean,

well, I got a splinter.

But don't tell Gibbs.

'Cause he'll try to, like,
dig it out with a knife.

Thought you had a hack
for splinters. Banana peel?

I tried it. Didn't work.

Oh.

By the way, your, uh, printer

spit something out
while you were gone.

Oh, it's the results of
Lieutenant Newhall's blood work.

And I see you cracked
her password protection.

No suicide note
in the computer.

I'm scrolling
through her search history.

There's nothing suicide-related
here at all.

Some online shopping,
movie reviews,

and her hometown newspaper.

I'm gonna check,
see what apps she has.

Okay, so the lieutenant
was sedated

at the time of her demise.

Diazepam.

Well, that's interesting.

We didn't find any prescription
drugs at her house.

Just a few vitamin supplements.

Sometimes, suicide victims will
use it to relax themselves

so they don't
change their minds.

Well, and sometimes, killers
will drug their victims

in order to stage
a fake hanging.

McGee.

She has a
video diary.

My friend Carol
has that same app.

She keeps trying
to talk me into using it.

Well, let's see
if her innermost thoughts

help our investigation.

It looks like she made
an entry every single day,

until three days ago,
and then, nothing.

Friday night.

Long day at work today.

Uh, happy to meet David
for sushi.

Mostly discussed the wedding.

It appears we have
very different ideas.

Uh, he's thinking elaborate
destination wedding,

and that's not for me.

Somehow, we'll work it all out.

She seems so positive.

Oh, I have an appointment...
Yeah.

to look
at wedding dresses tomorrow.

Mom wants to come,

but I think I need to narrow it
down to a few choices

before getting her involved.

Or she'll make me crazy.

That's it.

I'm tired.

Good night.

Okay.

That does not sound like someone

who was about to take
their own life.

David Crocker,
Lieutenant Newhall's fiancé,

works for a small
PR firm in Reston.

I called his office, and they
said something came up,

and he made an unscheduled
flight to New York,

early this morning.

Shades of O.J.

How early this morning?

Took the shuttle,
New World Airlines,

flight 23.

Left at 9:00
from Reagan National,

and he has a return ticket
on the 3:00 p.m.

Okay. Meet the plane, Torres.
Yes, sir.

As for the lieutenant's phone,

she exchanged recent calls
with three people:

her parents, her fiancé and
her best friend, Kerry Lyons.

Who I spoke to.

She still lives in her hometown,

Eastbourne, Pennsylvania.

She's a social worker,
and she was the last one

to talk to the lieutenant.
So when was this?

6:05 this morning.

Yeah, she wanted to be
the first one to say

happy birthday to her friend.

Ms. Lyons is on her way here now

to console the parents.

The lieutenant also made
several outgoing calls

to a prepaid phone number.

I've called,

and only got a recording.

Left two messages.

Hi, this is Rita.

I can't get to the phone
right now, so leave a message.

I don't want to miss your call.

I spoke to the clerk
at the JAG office.

Rita is not
a co-worker,

and there's no one by that name
who works in the building.

Did you ask the parents?

Yeah. And the best friend.

Neither of them know
who Rita is.

Uh, good to see you, Gibbs.

Yeah, good to see you, too, Bud.

Wish it was under
different circumstances.

Yeah. A real shocker.

Took her own life?

I don't buy it.

See, Lieutenant Newhall,
she was a good officer.

A great lawyer.

She had her head on straight.

Yeah. Well, as you know,

we handle suicides the same way
as we do homicides:

with a death investigation.

Was she well-liked?
Absolutely.

What kind of cases she handle?
Little bit of both.

She preferred to defend,
but when called upon,

she was a-a fierce prosecutor.

She had some enemies?

You're agreeing with me,
aren't you, Gibbs?

You don't think
it was a suicide.

Investigating
all the possibilities, Bud.

There was a case a few years ago

where she put a petty officer
away for spousal abuse.

And he threatened
her in court.

Um, let me look it up.

You meet
the fiancé?

Yeah, a couple times. He, uh...

a little too stiff
for m... my taste,

but she was happy.

Yeah, here it is. Valencia.

Carlos Valencia.

Court-martialed June 2015.

He was released.

When?

Two weeks ago.

Sometimes, you just know
the accused is guilty.

That's how it was with
Petty Officer Valencia.

I knew this morning,
when I walked into that room,

that it wouldn't take long
for the court member panel

to convict him.

You found it.

Yup. Night of Valencia's
court-martial.

You know, Lieutenant Newhall
talked to this diary

almost every day for five years.

There's over 45 hours
of video here.

I got to say,
I was a little upset

when he went on a rant
threatening me.

That was a first.

But I'm sure
a good night's sleep

will help put it out of my mind.

Looks like she didn't take
that threat very seriously.

Find out where
Valencia is now.

Get the video
up to Sloane.

Maybe she'll find something--
a pattern, a motive.

Gladly.

Listening to her private
thoughts and confessions

was creeping me out.

It's like when I was a kid
and I found my sister's diary.

Torres pick up the fiancé?
Yeah.

He and Bishop have him
in Interrogation.

I landed in New York,

there were messages on
my phone from the office,

Melissa's dad and NCIS.

I just got this sick
feeling in my stomach,

and I... I knew something
must have happened to her.

But...

I never would
have guessed this.

She seem upset the
last time you saw her?

She has been a little
preoccupied recently.

How recently?

Started over the weekend.

The last three days,

she's just been
acting... strangely.

N-Not her usual self.

Did you say anything?

I tried talking to her.

She just, she wasn't open
like she usually was.

I attributed it to

nervousness about the wedding.

Where were you at
7:00 a.m. this morning?

My apartment.

Rushing to get to the airport.

Anyone see you?
I don't know.

I don't think so.
You want to tell us

how your fiancé
got those bruises?

What?
Come on, man.

She had bruises--
old ones, new ones--

all over her arms and torso.

I-I wasn't aware.

How's that possible?

Look, I know this
is gonna sound strange.

I thought so, too.

But Melissa was committed

to remaining celibate
until she was married.

That's why we
didn't live together.

We were... we were
never intimate.

Uh, Bishop?
We have a problem.

Contrary to what
he just told you,

Lieutenant Newhall
was not celibate.

Autopsy and forensics
indicate that she did have sex,

in the last 72 hours.

I collected DNA.

And hopefully, I will be able
to identify her partner.

It's 2:00 a.m. and
I am just now going to bed.

I stayed up and
watched Roman Holiday

for the umpteenth time.

Audrey Hepburn was so gorgeous.

Hmm.

Things were so...

simple and romantic back then.

I think I was born
50 years too late.

Come in.

You have a minute?

Hey, yeah, for you, always.

Have a seat.
Thanks.

Your, uh, your
door's usually open.

Yeah.

I was watching the
lieutenant's diaries.

I wanted to respect her privacy.

Hey, can we believe the fiancé?

That they weren't
actually intimate?

Yeah.

She talks about it all the time,

how she appreciated
his patience,

and it's kind of cool.

Well, Jimmy and Abby
are positive

that she was sexually active.

Any indication she was
seeing somebody else?

Not so far.
Could she have been raped?

Jimmy collected DNA.

There haven't been recordings

for, like, three days, so...

Anything's possible.

I still have several
more hours to watch.

So, hopefully, I'll
come up with something.

All right, well,
let me know if you do.

Yeah. Hey.
Hmm?

Want a lollipop?
Oh.

Green.

Yes!

How did you know?

'Cause you have
a gigantic heart.

Thank you.

I am gonna pay the price

tomorrow, though, for staying up
and watching the movie.

We have a staff meeting

first thing in the morning.

Is that Lieutenant Newhall's
voice?

Yeah.

What?

Play it again.

I am gonna pay the price
tomorrow, though,

for staying up and
watching the movie.

We have a staff meeting
first thing in the morning.

I think Melissa

would have liked to
wear her white uniform.

I think so, too.

She loved summer.

There's so much to do.
I don't know where to start.

Mrs. N, we don't have to

do everything today.

Let's just get
through the funeral,

and I'll stay as long
as you need me.

What would I do
without you, Kerry?

You were always like
a second daughter to me.

You know, I can't find any
of her important documents.

I've searched her desk,
everywhere.

They'll show up.

Excuse me.

NCIS. Special Agent Nick Torres.

Kerry?
Thanks for meeting me here.

I just didn't want to leave
Melissa's parents alone.

They're really taking it hard.

Especially her mother.

I understand.
Come inside.

Good morning.

Uh...

I just have a few
questions for Kerry

since she was the last one
to speak to your daughter.

We can talk in the
kitchen, Agent Torres.

Sure.

It's been so hard on them.

They were the greatest parents.
Melissa was so lucky.

When you spoke
to Melissa yesterday,

did you sense that
anything was wrong?

No.

It was just...

all about her birthday.

And we just laughed
about past ones.

I'm sorry.

No problem.

David Crocker,
her fiancé.

What can you tell me about him?

The love of her life.

To her, Mr. Perfect.

And to you, too?

For Melissa, yeah.

Her love life, in general?

What do you mean?

Other boyfriends?

No.

No others, actually.

Ever?

Just never seemed
to care until David.

What about high school?

Nope.

This important somehow?

It might be.

Truth is, um...

And I mean,
I don't know for sure,

but I guess I can tell you now,

I just... I don't think
she cared that much.

About?

I just always suspected Melissa
might be...

asexual, just not into anybody,

either sex.

Hi, this is Rita.

I can't get to
the phone right now,

so leave a message.

I don't want to miss your call.

Now...

this a voice sample
of Lieutenant Newhall

from her diary.

I am gonna pay
the price tomorrow, though,

for staying up and
watching the movie.

We have a staff meeting
first thing in the morning.

They sure sound like
the same person, don't they?

I'm doing a voice comparison
with my audio software.

Did you run the DNA
Jimmy found on the body?

I did.

Compared it to the fiancé.
It's not him.

And I assume you didn't get
a match in the database

or you would've led with that.

Mm, you would assume correctly.

Oh, but I can tell you
that he is male, Caucasian,

predominately
European ancestry,

and has markers
for pattern baldness.

Oh, well.

You have very
discerning ears, Bishop.

My audio software
agrees with you.

98% assurance

that Lieutenant Newhall and
Rita are one and the same.

I appreciate the info.
Thanks very much.

Boss, Carlos Valencia
has an alibi.

He was 200 miles away
yesterday morning

in a mandated re-entry
program for parolees.

So much for the angry defendant.

Oh, thanks, Billy.
Yes, sir.

What did Billy bring?

Let's see.

Some new photo IDs.

Ugh, what a doofus.

I can't live with that
for five years, man.

And of course the camera
loves Bishop.

What, does she have
a wind machine?

What?!

Gibbs, this looks like
your old picture, man.

Hey, McGee.

Ping this number.

It's Rita's prepaid phone.
See if you can get a location.

Oh, you got something, Bishop?

Lieutenant Newhall is Rita.

Wait... wait, explain.

So the voice on
the prepaid number

Lieutenant Newhall was
calling is her own.

They're one and the same person.

Phone is active.

It's on the 2100 block
of M Street.

Go.

It's coming from
down the street.

I think I know how
to solve the problem.

I'm just gonna tell them
I lost my creds.

Then they're gonna have to
issue a new one. Boom!

Well, they will
once they've completed

their 2B investigation.

Yeah, he's right, Nick.

No...

All right, phone's in the hotel.

...to advance to the lightning
round and a chance to...

This is getting crazier.

Why would the lieutenant
have anything to do

with a place like this?

Can I help you?

- Federal agents. You got a minute?
- Maybe.

You got an ID?

ID.

Navy cops?

Yup. You
recognize her?

Rita's in the Navy?

All right, I'll call
Rita's number.

This has just gotten...
very weird.

Very, very weird.

Look at this.

She's got the same
diary app on her phone.

Last time it was used
was three days ago.

Barry just left.

The pain was incredible.

He knows how much I crave it.

Oh, does he now?

All the contacts
are just first names.

Sound male, mostly.

Rick, Matt, Justin, Damon,

list keeps going.

Last few calls were to this,
uh, Barry guy she mentioned.

Let's see if this belonged
to Barry.

We'll run it. See if
we can get a print.

Diazepam.

Prescription is
in Melissa Newhall's name.

Well, we still have
another few hours

of Rita's diaries to go through.

Let's run
Barry's number.

See if we can
get a last name.

Yeah, bet he's got
a story to tell.

There has to be some kind
of a mistake.

Melissa would never
do any of those things.

Kerry, we know
this is hard to hear.

Didn't Agent Torres
tell you what I said?

Yes, but that doesn't change
what we found.

Listen to me.

Melissa never even cared
about guys until David.

And now you're
telling me she's out

with a different one
every night,

asking them to hurt her?

She was lying to me.

I'm sorry.

I just, I already had
to say good-bye to her once.

And now...

Now you have to mourn
the person you thought she was.

Why would she do this?

Well, when someone
leads a double life,

it's almost always the result
of an acute traumatic event.

Can you think of anything

that-that might've
happened to her?

No.

And up until today, I thought
she told me everything.

Oh, my God, her parents.

What about them?

You can't tell them about this.

It would kill them.

Kerry, this is
an open investigation.

Unfortunately, we can't
make those promises.

Please. Melissa was
hiding this from everyone.

She didn't want people to know.

I'm still her best friend.

I have to protect her memory.

This place smells
like old cheese.

Well, that's him.

Excuse me, Barry Goode.

NCIS. Need to talk to you.

Uh, McGee.

You got the wrong guy, bro.

Nah, I don't think so.

Uh, seriously, dude,
that's the wrong guy.

Oh. My bad. Sorry.

Barry Goode. NCIS.
Yeah.

Heard your boyfriend there
give a speech to the wrong guy.

Look, in my defense,
you look a lot more washed-up

than you do in your photo ID,
okay?

Damn.

See, bad things happen

when you don't look
like your picture, man.

I mean, I don't have
that problem, though.

I... my issue is that

when you take a picture
of me with a camera,

I look better in person

'cause the camera doesn't
capture my-my bone structure.

Isn't that weird?

That's-that's-that's
kind of an issue.

- Okay, I'm not sure that's your issue.
- Uh...

Whoa, Barry. Where you think
you're going, buddy?

I got a thing against talking
to guys who iron their clothes.

You know this woman?

I know lots of women.
Her name is Rita.

Doesn't ring a bell.

What about her being dead?
Does that ring a bell?

Might want to think
real long and hard

before you answer that, Barry,

'cause we've got DNA
and I bet

it'll prove that you and Rita
knew each other pretty well.

We hung out a couple times.

Did you fight a lot when
you were hanging out?

Fight? No, we screwed.

You put hands on her, man.

She had bruises.

Look, I did what she asked,
okay?

She liked it rough.

Too rough for me, even.

Where were you yesterday
at 7:00 a.m.?

I work baggage at Dulles.

Graveyard shift.

You want proof?

There's cameras
all over the airport.

Do your job.

Oh. That's great
advice. Thank you.

That's the kind of guy that goes
through your checked luggage.

Yeah, man, this
place is nasty.

Make sure you
wash your hands

before you hug
your kids tonight.

David wanted to cook dinner
for me tonight.

He had the whole thing planned.

When I told him I had
to work late, he...

he was hurt.

I could see it.

I... I keep thinking

once we get married, something's
gonna have to change.

I am gonna have to change.

Watch this.

It's late. Past 3:00.

I'm here alone.

I thought for sure I would meet
someone tonight, but...

everyone was talking
like it mattered

and I don't like it
when they ask more than my name.

So...

here I am.

What'd you see?

These two videos,

taken a month ago
on the same day.

Yeah, but she lied to her fiancé
about where she was going.

What is that?
Split personality?

No.

Dual life.
It's a big difference.

She's the same person whether
she's going by Melissa or Rita

and she's fully aware
of all of her actions.

Why pretend to be someone
you're not?

I don't know.

Why do you do it?

Why do I do it?

Why does anyone do it?

Both of these lives
are very much Melissa,

but unlike most of us,

she feels the need
to keep them separate.

She's scared.
Yeah.

Fear and guilt are
two peas in a pod, Gibbs.

The physical abuse

that she seeks out as Rita

suggests that she is punishing
herself for something.

Yeah, or it's something
she thinks she did.

A person who records their
thoughts this compulsively

is someone who wants to be
heard, but feels she isn't.

My guess, that feeling
was ingrained in her

from an early age.

You think as a kid
she had a diary?

If she did,
I'd like to see it.

It would help me complete
my profile, that's for sure.

All right. Find the trigger.

Christine, we don't need
to take everything right now.

These were really
important to her.

I don't want to lose them.
Okay.

I'm sorry. Don't worry.

Agent Gibbs, you
found something?

- This is Special Agent Sloane.
- Hello. Hi.

You have proof that Melissa
didn't commit suicide?

No, we're still investigating.

Well, how can we help you?

Do you know if Melissa

kept a diary when
she was a kid?

Yes. Always.

But I-I couldn't tell
you what was in it.

She was protective of it and
we respected her privacy.

Do you know where it is?

I-I know that she
took it with her

when she moved out
after law school,

but we just went
through all of her things.

I didn't see it. Did you?

No. Why do you ask?

Do you think it could tell you

that she didn't
do this to herself?

It's possible.

We have to find it.

I-I'll go, I'll go look again.

Um, Christine
can only cope

with the hard times
by convincing herself

it didn't happen.

She'll never believe that
our daughter took her own life.

You read Melissa's diary.

Yeah.

She was 15 and
I was desperate.

I only got ten pages in...

...before she
came home and made me stop.

I don't know what she
did with it after that.

Why were you desperate?

She was a great kid who turned
into a troubled teen.

She was stealing
and drinking

and skipping school.

But during her senior year,

she turned her life around.

She became
a different person.

What happened?
I don't know.

She wouldn't tell me.

I'm sure she wrote about it,

but it wasn't in
the ten pages that I read.

Whatever it was, it...

it changed
her life forever.

Got something
for you, Nick.

Ah, thank you.

Uh, who is that
with Torres?

No idea.

Hey, where's Gibbs?

On his way up.
Should be here any minute.

- Hey, who was that?
- Huh?

Huh?

The woman you were just talking
to on the staircase.

Oh, that's Jody.

She's new.

She works at HR.

She processed my new creds.

What?

That looks like it was taken
by Annie Leibovitz.

You wearing makeup there, Nick?

Or is that Photoshopped?

Now, that's a picture
I can live with.

There's Gibbs.

Autopsy report.
You find anything?

- Nothing I haven't already told you.
- Hey, Jimmy.

Abby needs you.

Uh, how much did you

- tell the parents?
- Not much.

But the father told us
that Melissa

had a juvenile arrest record

and she kept a diary as a teen.

I'm going to my
office, folks.

We got to find the diary.
Call the fiancé.

See if he knows anything about a diary.

Okay.

But what do I tell him
about her secret life?

Do I keep it from him?

He's gonna find out eventually.

- Ow, ow!
- Sorry. Sorry.

It's getting infected.

You should really
see a doctor.

You are a doctor, Jimmy.

Just get it out.

Well, you're
awfully grouchy today.

You all right?

Something
bothering you?

Sorry.

Yeah.

It's Lieutenant Newhall.

Like, instead of talking
to her diary,

she should have been sharing
her problems with someone.

You know, like-like her friends,
or... her parents, her fiancé.

Yeah, you're right.

She needed help.

She could've
gotten it, too.

You know, the Navy's got several
suicide prevention programs.

The Military Crisis Line,

they listen without judgment

and they offer great support.

Got it.

Thank you.

Yeah, now we just
need some antiseptic.

I have that in here.

Hey, McGee. I'm gonna go
get Lieutenant Newhall's body

ready for transport.

Abby, I blew it.
I really screwed up.

I'm sure you're exaggerating.
You're a great agent.

What happened?

Two days ago I noticed
that Lieutenant Newhall

had Googled her
hometown newspaper.

I was gonna check it out,
but I got sidetracked

with the video diary and
I didn't follow up until now.

So what's the problem?

Look at this.

"Body of Teacher Missing
Fourteen Years Found."

He was suspected of abusing
his female students,

but he disappeared
before charges were made.

Local police assumed
he just ran away.

14 years ago?

Melissa Newhall would have
been a teenager.

You think she was
one of his victims?

It's likely.

Small town, one high school.

Ooh.

You think you
know someone so well.

Guess I didn't
know her at all.

We appreciate you
helping us out.

So, where are we looking?

In the living room.

Melissa's passport expired;

she needed to renew it
for our honeymoon.

So, I saw where
she kept all her valuables.

We were going to Bali.

I didn't see a diary,
but I wasn't really looking.

"Our parents think Mr. Paull...

"...is such a nice man,
but he's really a scuzzball.

"He creeps us out

"the way he stares at us
on the field.

"He thinks he can get away
with anything...

but Kerry and I are gonna
teach him a lesson."

That was the last entry
she made.

After he went missing,

local police
started investigating,

and the girls started talking.

It became quite evident

that Emmett Paull abused
and molested female students.

Possibly Melissa Newhall
and Kerry Lyons.

14 years later, Paull's body
is found buried in the woods.

McGee came across
a curious thing

when he was going through
Lieutenant Newhall's computer.

She never visited the Web site
of her hometown newspaper

until the day
the body was found.

And then, she checked it
the next three days,

and then she was dead.

"Kerry and I

are going to teach him
a lesson."

That's incriminating,
especially now

that the teacher's
buried remains were found.

Wait, wait, wait.
That was the trigger.

Killing the teacher is why
Melissa became Rita.

She was seeking out these

dangerous,
violent sexual encounters

to punish herself
for what she did 14 years ago.

Yeah, but that still
doesn't tell us

whether she was murdered
or committed suicide.

My opinion--

suicide.

She feared

the police investigation
would reveal her secrets,

past and present.

She couldn't juggle
both her lives

and felt there was
no other way out.

Or it was murder.

Her friend Kerry thought
that Melissa would break

and confess
to killing the teacher.

I mean, that's hard to prove.

The words in her diary aren't
exactly a confession.

Kerry doesn't know what it says.

Agent Sloane.

This room's a little
more intimidating

than where we met
the last time.

Kerry, this is
Special Agent Gibbs.

You know what this is?

Melissa's diary.

Melissa was a compulsive writer,
Kerry.

She wrote it all down.

About "getting even
with Mr. Paull."

Do you want to tell us
what happened?

How did you "get even"?

We were just gonna scare him.

We didn't mean for him to die.

How did he die?

We lured him into the woods,
not far from school.

He was willing;
we knew he would be.

When he saw we brought rope,
it excited him.

He let us tie him up.

When Melissa took out
the camcorder, he panicked,

and we threatened to torture him

unless he confessed to
molesting girls at school.

He... gasped

and breathed hard.

And at first we thought
he was faking,

but... he was
having a heart attack.

And we became hysterical,
arguing about what to do and...

He died.

We buried the body...

and prayed
he'd never be found.

We never spoke
of that night again.

Until the body was found
last week.

The minute I heard it
on the news,

I called Melissa.

She freaked.

We talked several times
over the next couple days.

And I tried to convince her
that after all these years,

they'd never tie us to it.

But she didn't believe me.

Then I called her
on her birthday.

She said her life was over.

She didn't want to talk
about it anymore and hung up.

What did you do?

I got in my car and...

hoped to get to her house
to calm her down.

I got to Melissa's place.

Using my own key,

I went inside...

...and turned off the alarm.

But I was too late.

Melissa was dead.

I found a handwritten

suicide note.

It incriminated us

in Mr. Paull's death.

And she said good-bye
to everybody.

I took it... and ran.

For your sake,
I hope you didn't destroy it.

No.

I kept it.

What happens now?

That's up to
the authorities

in Pennsylvania.

They'll consider all

the circumstances, Kerry.

Your age, his actions.

Yeah, they were only 15.

And he a predator.

Well, if they
believe Kerry, like I do,

the teacher died
of a heart attack.

When I get home,
I am hugging my kids.

Does anybody want to have a
drink over at the Adams House?

My treat.

Yeah, sure.

- I'm in.
- Nope, can't.

One more thing I got to do.

Break the news to
Lieutenant Newhall's parents.

I got to take a rain check.

Gibbs, wait up.

Pardon.

I'm going with you.

This is one of the
obligations of the job...

I will never feel
comfortable with.

It's hard when people hold
things inside and keep secrets.

My gut?

You're speaking
from experience.

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