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[woman panting]

[woman whimpers]

[horn honking]

[tires squeal]MAN:
Watch where you're going!

[grunts]Watch it.

[whimpers]

She can't stop me.

I gotta keep moving.
I can't let them find me.

I can't...

[woman panting]

Come on.

Come on.

[people murmuring]

WOMAN 2:
No, wait!

[tires screeching]

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No, tell me.

Sweetheart,
I don't get embarrassed.

You little vixen.

I hope you warmed that up first.
[chuckles]

Listen, I gotta go.

Uh, pick you up tonight,

say, 8:00?

Great.

Ciao.

Who's the lucky
little vixen, Tony?

Adult relationship stuff,
McTween.

You wouldn't understand.ZIVA:
Adult relationship?

You?
He must be dating
one of those

late-night chat girls again.She was a student

putting herself
through medical school.

Hmm, I have now
lost my appetite.

Ethel's different.
She's special.

Special Ethel?Good, Tony.
You're finally dating

within your age range.

Happens to be a family name.

And I happen to like it.

It's strong, distinguished.

It says..."I've fallen
and I can't get up"?

[laughing]

Laugh all you want,

but I think Ethel and I really
have something.

Well, there are antibiotics
for that, Tony.

She's even started...

I can share this.

She's even started talking about
role-playing.

You're taking
a drama class?That's not the kind

of role-playing
he's talking about.

Just don't you
show up tomorrow

wearing a diaper
and carrying a whip.

Okay?
Oh, that kind
of role-playing.

So, what is she into?

She's keeping it a secret
till Halloween.

Says it's gonna bring

our relationship
to a whole new level.

Well, what if she wants you to
dress up like a ballerina?

[Tony chuckles]

Well, trust me.
This woman could get Gibbs

into a tutu and a leotard
if she wanted to.

Not likely, in this lifetime,
DiNozzo.

No, boss. I'm sure you would
never wear a leotard.

But if you did,
you could pull it off.

I'm gonna grab my gear.Good idea.

Got a dead Navy lieutenant.
Let's go.

Heck of a way to catch a bus.

So, boss, uh, police
think it was an accident.

Bus driver claims
that the, uh,

victim tried to run
the light and missed.

ot an I.D.?
Yeah.

Navy Lieutenant
Clea Thorson.

29 years old.
Chemical engineer.

Two tours overseas before
joining the Reserves in 2006.

I have a witness that says
the victim was acting

paranoid prior to the collision.

Police have another who says
she was mumbling to herself

about trying to get
away from someone.

Mental problems?

Maybe she really was
running away from someone.

Good morning, all.

To whom do we have
the privilege?

Navy Lieutenant
Clea Thorson.

Pedestrian versus bus.

How unfortunate.

Walk on the green,
not in-between.

I am so sorry.
I-I used to say that

to myself, uh, when I
was a kid whenever
I wandered into...

Never mind.
Never mind.

DUCKY:
Severe trauma to the head
consistent with a collision.

The impact threw the victim

12 to 15 feet, making the speed

of the bus at the point
of collision...?

Uh...15 to 20 miles an hour.

Are those scratches
on her hands, Mr. Palmer?

Naturally, she would have

extended her arms
to protect herself.

Oh, this is weird.

GIBBS:
Palmer?

Check the other arm.

McGEE:
Some kind of chemical symbols?

Looks like my cheat sheet from
an eighth grade math final.

DUCKY:
Whatever this is, Mr. Palmer,

I am certain that you did not
learn it in eighth grade.

TONY:
Seems Lieutenant Thorson was
something of an overachiever.

Background.Graduated first in
her class from MIT.

While she was in the service,
she led a civil engineering

project to rebuild water
systems in Iraq.

She was 21.Recruited by every
biotech firm in the country.

She chose
Martin Stillwell's

Gen-1 Biotech, Inc. in DC.

She was working on

a research project there
until two weeks ago.

Fired. We're not sure why.

A spotless military record.

Family?Never married.

No children.
No boyfriend to speak of.

Only relative
is her mother in Boston.

She's in the air as we speak.

Well, boss, no current home
address in the database.

Most recent is from
about six months ago.

No cell phone or credit card
trails, either.

But I did find a bank account
registered to her in Maryland.

She made several recent
deposits-- all over $20,000,

and all within
the last two weeks.After Stillwell fired her.

Could've been working
for someone on the sly.

Find out who was paying her.

I really appreciate you guys
letting me do this.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
Tony's pictures are great.

I just... I need specifics.

Oddly Diane Arbus to me.

Wow, I love her.

I'll take that
as a compliment.

How great is "Child With Toy
Grenade in Central Park"?

Mmm, I worship "Triplets
in Their Bedroom."

Totally!

I worship getting my work done.

Abby? Psh!

Holy mother of Einstein!

[sighs]

There's a pattern here.

I would love to know what it is.

Ah, Jethro.
Thank goodness.

Never seen anything like
this before, Gibbs.

I'm not sure
exactly what it is.

Did she write it,
or did someone else do it?

I don't know that
yet, either.

It's just... it's an...
indecipherable puzzle.

That's what makes it
so cool.

My point is, it's gonna take me

a while to process
all this, so...

Right.

Off I go. Bye.

Bye, Abbs.

I'm afraid we're not
finished yet, Jethro.

But what I've discovered
so far really bothers me.

Broken capillaries
in both eyes.

Her skin is
extremely dehydrated.

Both of these are unrelated

to the blunt force trauma
she incurred at the accident.

This was a very sick
woman, Jethro.

Mr. Palmer, would you...?

Her spleen expanded to nearly
twice its size.

The liver and pancreas
are also enlarged.

She had almost
complete organ failure.

From what?

Some kind of poison.

I have no idea what kind.
Abby will start tests.

But whatever it was, it's been
in her system for some time.

She was dying.

I-I have no idea how the
poison got into her system.

It didn't get there by itself.

Whoever did this to her

knew just what to do
not to get caught.

Come on, DiNozzo,
give me something.

Uh, no luck on the
money trail, boss.McGee?

Found several IM's in
Thorson's e-mail cache.

One's video.

You ungrateful bitch.

You're not going anywhere.

And if you do leave me,

I will make your life hell!

Wow. Mel Gibson much?

Huh. There was no evidence

that Lieutenant Thorson
had a boyfriend.

McGee?

Yep, finding the IP address.

Okay, uh, this is not

her boyfriend;
that's her boss.

STILLWELL: You know, you're out
of your mind if you think

I had something to do
with Clea's death.No, actually, you are.

We got the video message
to prove it.

Easy, tiger.

Guy could go a little nuts
after getting dumped, huh?

Clea and I had a
professional relationship.

That's it.

I gave her her break in this
business; I nurtured her.

So, you don't deny
you were close?

About the work? Yes.

You see, Clea was the most
brilliant engineer

I'd ever known
and ever worked with.

But of course, what comes along
with all that brilliance are

certain... challenges.

What kind of challenges?

Clea never wanted
to be a team player.

She had to do everything
on her own in her own way,

and that's not how
I run things here.

She'd also become
impossible to deal with,

especially during our
research project at Norfolk.

Can you explain
this research project?

My company was hired by the
Navy to help them become

fuel independent--
to go green, if you will.Well, no more dependence

on foreign oil-- I like
the sound of that.

Well, essentially,
the goal

was to make sure
every Naval base

was completely off
the grid by 2020.

Well, that sounds like

a large undertaking.

Uh, it's massive,
actually.

Hi. And you are...?

April Ferris.
I'm an engineer

here at Gen-1.

Engineer... so you worked
with Clea Thorson, then?

I did, for five years.

She was a friend.

It's awful what happened.It is.

Can you tell us about
her last days here

before she was... fired?

I'm sorry.

I can't right now. I've got a
meeting that I need to get to.

And of course, any
other questions can be
answered by my attorney.

We're not done yet.

I believe we are.

Who did this?

Who killed my daughter?

Was she in any trouble?

Everything was fine.

Clea was just fine.

Until she lost her job.

Any idea why?

No.

But she kept sending money,

telling me to keep it
in case anything happened.

She was scared.

At first, I thought
it was the meds,

but this was different.

Meds.

Started when
she was about four.

Mood swings,

manic behavior, insomnia.

She struggled
till her early teens.

Then we found the right doctor,
the right medications,

and everything
was under control.

Until recently.

That had to be hard.

Something... had my daughter

shaken up, Agent Gibbs.

And I don't think
it was her illness.

Do you have children?

Did.

Please tell me
the pain goes away.

I've been going over
the photos I took in autopsy.

See how the writing

on the left arm is similar to

that on the right,
but it's angled funny?

It's two different people.

No, not people.

Hands.

Her own hands.

Ambidextrous.

If the killer did this,

then the handwriting would be
exactly the same on both arms.

She wrote it
all herself.

How's that for dedication?

I'm officially a fan.

There's more.

[typing]

It's a formula.

Or it's pieces

of-of a longer, elaborate
chemical formula.

I just don't know
what it is yet.

And I'm stumped.

You want to know why?

'Cause it's a code
inside a code.

And it was written so only
she could understand it.

This is pure
brilliance

with a capital B.

Or with a capital P.B.

It's just one part
of a bigger equation.

She did this
for a reason.

She wanted to
protect it.

Look.

[typing]

See these little numbers

written in the
crease of her elbow?

Coordinates.

Yeah.

[typing]

Ding, ding, ding.

1649 Delaney Street Southeast.Thanks.

Someone was
security conscious.

Or paranoid.

Maybe paranoid
for a reason, huh?

We should get Abby out here.

You should see
this, Tony.

Left us a message.

[camera shutter clicking]

ZIVA:
I am a little concerned.

I have never seen Abby so...

Quiet.

She's fine.

She's just thinking.

ZIVA:
I admit,

it's a lot to absorb.

Could take us
weeks to process.

I've already counted
three security cameras inside.

Should be able to
get whoever was

in here on playback.

If somebody was in here.

I sense skepticism, Tony.

Well, you sensed right,
Dr. Phil.

Think it's the same formula?

McGee, hi. Yes.

I mean, no, no.

It's not the same.

Well, part of it is.

This is actually an extension
of what's on her body.

This is the second piece
of the formula.

Just-- I've never seen

someone so focused before.

Oh, I have.

In a good
way, I mean.

Talking about
you, Abbs.

Go. Shoo.

I have to check
the hard drive.

Okay.

Ziva, anything here?

Well, Lieutenant Thorson
was definitely

having problems
with Stillwell. Look.

She writes that he was
watching her every move.

What about the
Norfolk project?

Nothing.

Maybe Stillwell had her
too scared to write about it.

Maybe Alice took a few
too many pills in Wonderland.

[pills rattle]

Hey, bite your tongue.

Respect,

please.

Sorry, Abbs, I
just think we need

to consider the possibility that

Lieutenant Thorson's

paranoia was imagined.

Her hard drive's been erased.

Is that a euphemism?

They used a remote device

to erase the hard drive.

I don't think that

is imagined.

Someone was stealing her work.

TONY:
Well, boss, say hello
to the Green Hornet.

The first F-18
jet fueled by

50% biofuel.

Tested off the charts
last spring.

Stillwell's company involved?

Yeah, his and about 20 others.

The Navy's investing billions.

Check it out.

Thermonuclear power,

wind energy,

geothermal power,

hybrid ships--
you name it.

Companies are in a race to
patent new technologies.

Yeah, and whoever gets the
patents first makes a fortune.

Oh, yeah.
Daddy Warbucks kind of fortune.

Thorson's project could've been
worth enough to get her killed.

Hmm.

Money trail.

McGEE:
All deposits were
strictly cash.

Whoever was paying her
did not want to be found.

Prints in the loft.
Just hers.

Nothing off the security
camera footage either.

Only person I've seen
so far is her.

Time codes begin
the day she was fired

and end the day she died.

She locked herself away
for two weeks.

She was dedicated to her cause.

TONY:
Hey.

Obsessive.

ZIVA:
Now, Gibbs, I've found

references to a Mr. K.
in her journals,

as well as entries
of meetings in a calendar.

Any dates?
Yeah.

Several in the past two weeks.

Find him.

Check employees
at Stillwell's company,

Navy colleagues, anyone linked
to this Norfolk project.

ABBY:
I can see a kindred spirit
in you.

I mean, not that I can
see your spirit,

'cause that would be weird.

But I guess not too weird
'cause you're in here,

and you're, you know, you're...

[clears throat]

Um, anyway, uh, so what
I'm trying to say is-is

we communicate in the same way.

I could tell the first time
I saw all of this.

Everyone else saw chaos,
and I-I saw patterns right away.

There was order to the chaos.

So... I just, I want you to know

that whatever it is...

that you're trying to tell me,

I promise you,

I promise I'll understand.

DUCKY:
Careful.

Sometimes they
talk back.

Ducky.

Hi.

I just, I wanted to get one last
look at the-the writings.

It's a rather
fascinating case

with a rather
fascinating young woman.

We could study her
brain for years

and never know just
what made her tick.

[chuckles]

But, I suppose, that could
be said for any one of us.

You all right?

You look a
little peaked.

Oh, yeah, I'm fine.

Go home, Abby.

Get some rest.

I can assure you
of one thing:

Lieutenant Thorson will
still be here in the morning.

McGee! You're here.

I've had some
breakthroughs.

Or maybe it's
more like

some little bursts
of inspiration.

'Cause if I had a
breakthrough, that would mean

I have all the answers,
but I don't, not yet.

But I'm close. I know I
am, because I can feel it.

I've got, like, this
tingling feeling

going up and
down my spine.

How many Caf-POWs
you had today?

Um, eleven-teen.

Did you even go home last night?

I've been inputting the
raw data from the writings,

trying to
crack the code

to the formula,
and then bam, it hit me.

That it's not
about the code.

It's about her.

What I need to crack is her.

The DTA bus line--
she rode it every week.

It's all in here.

And she wrote about
a-a college mentor.

I don't know where he is, but
I think he was her confidant.

And maybe he could
tell us about Mr. K.

And you think we
should find him?

Lieutenant Thorson--
she had a whole life,

out there somewhere.

She was on a journey.

And it's my duty to follow it.

That's how we're gonna
find out who killed her.

I can't do it alone,
McGee.

I need you to come with me.

ZIVA:
3:00 in the afternoon,
she has a sandwich and a soda.

Exactly 20 minutes later,
she goes back to her desk.

6:00 in the evening,

she takes a shower.

Same every day,
like clockwork.

[groans]

I know that sound.

What sound?
I didn't make a sound.

It is the sound of things not
boding well for poor Ethel.

I don't want to talk about it.

What's wrong?

Are you having second thoughts

about the role
you're going to play?

She wants me

to dress up like...

No, I can't.

It's sacrilege.

I'm gonna have to end it.

Oh, come on, Tony,
it's only been two days.

It's too short...

even for you.
Trust me, Ziva.

There's some things
a man should never do.

We're are not talking
about a man here.

We're talking about you.

Did you let her know?

I need some time to process.

If you are going
to end it, do it now.

It is not fair to just...

Tony, what is this?

Miss Ferris. She called.

I told her to come in.

Hi. Does Stillwell know
you're here?

No.

Keeps everyone around him on
a pretty tight leash, huh?

In some ways, yes.

What about Lieutenant Thorson?

Their relationship
was very complicated.

And that's all I'll say.

What about your relationship
with her?

We were the only women engineers
at Gen-1.

She was a lot braver
than I was.

How so?

She wasn't afraid to stand up
to Martin or anyone else.

I only wish
I had known her better.

And how her mind worked. I...

Uh, these are some
of the things from
her locker.

Maybe you'll be able

to find some of the answers
I never could.

All right. We'll be in touch.

Who was that?

Lieutenant Thorson's
colleague.

You get anything?

Yes.

I think we did.

A final meeting

with "Mr. K."

This one's scheduled
for later this afternoon.

You got a location?

Wiley's Cafe across town.

ABBY:
The 35 should take us

to 16th Street.

From there we can
take the Red Line
to DuPont Circle.

Okay, Abby, we have been
on five buses

in the last two hours, okay?
This isn't working.

I need to find what
I'm looking for, McGee.

Yeah, but you don't even know
what you're looking for.

I mean, at least be pragmatic.
Listen to yourself.

Clea took this path
all the time.

I have find out why.

I thought you wanted
to help me.

Abby, I do want
to help you. I... Whoa!

McGEE:
Bringing up the cell grid.

No hits where
I last saw Abby.

She must have turned
her cell phone off.

She didn't just disappear
into thin air, Tim.

I know, boss.

We'll find her.

How did you know where
to find me?

I followed
Lieutenant Thorson's path.

It only took me
eight different buses

and ten miles
on foot to do it.

Knowing Clea,
she had a reason.

She was scared,

Professor Redner.

Someone was following her.

The same person that hurt her?

I was worried
something had happened

when she didn't show
the other day.

So...

she was on her way to
see you when she died.

I can't believe that she's gone.

Well, I don't think she is.

I mean, not totally.

Look at this.

Okay,

she left all
this behind.

Do you have any idea
what this means?

Well, there's a
focus on hydrogen,

carbon dioxide,

but the rest I don't,
I don't recognize.

She kept her own
projects secret,

even from me.

She-she had to have shared
something with you.

She trusted you.

She wrote
about a "Mr. K."

She mentioned him
a few times, yes.

Ever by his full name?

No.

Sorry.

You know, Clea gave me
something a few years ago.

We would read from it

during her visits.

It seemed to calm her.

Maybe it can do the
same thing for you.

Oh, I-I couldn't take that.

That was a gift.

Science is poetry,
Ms. Sciuto.

It's about making order...

From chaos.

Yeah, that's what
I do every day.

Then this book is in good hands.

We are not sure
what to believe
at this point.

The meeting with Mr. K. wasn't
quite what we hoped for.

He never showed?You could say that.

Well, the restaurant
manager confirmed

Lieutenant Thorson
was there

many times these
past two weeks.

Dates correspond to meetings
found in her calendar. Look.

TONY:
We got video footage.

Let's see it.

TONY:
At first I thought maybe
she was on her phone,

but manager says that
she stays like this

for about an hour
every time.

He kicked her out after
a customer complained

that she was getting too loud.

Turn it off.

Boss, Abby's turned
her cell phone back on.

I'm gonna try and nail down
her exact location.

Last time we let you two
out on a field trip.

GIBBS:
DiNozzo.

Is that Thorson meeting with...

The notorious Mr. K.?

Yes, it is.
In the flesh, so to speak.

Who's gonna tell Abby?

I nominate you.

I'll handle it.

Well, someone will have
to and quickly.

Abby, are you all right?

Gibbs, whirlwind of a day!

You wouldn't believe
where I've been.

You want to guess?
Go for it.
Abby...

Okay, I'll tell you.

So, I found

Lieutenant Thorson's college
mentor, Professor Daniel Redner.

He's a great guy.

We talked about poetry,
he made tea.

I loved the poetry,
I hated the tea.

Stop.
Anyways,

he knows all about Mr. K.

And he said that Thorson was
really secretive about him,

which means that
she felt threatened by him.

So we have
to find Mr. K., Gibbs!

Stop!

You just raised
your voice to me.

You never raise
your voice to me.

It's her delusion, Abbs.

I was wrong...

...about you.

You don't understand.

None of you understand!

GIBBS:
There's no reasoning with her.

I'm afraid not, Jethro.

Not when she locks
herself in her lab,

convinced that she can find
all the answers on her own.

Right. Just like Thorson did.

Well, there's no doubt that Abby
greatly identifies

with the lieutenant.

Has done from the beginning.

It's a slippery slope, Duck.

Yeah. Well, as
Nietzsche says,

"When you gaze long
into the abyss,

the abyss will gaze into you."

I need to get her back.

You will.

We're still waiting results
from the outside lab

as to the type of poison.

However, this morning

I pulled a piece of tissue

from beneath one
of Thorson's fingernails.

There a fight?

It could have been
a nasty one.

The tissue was deeply imbedded.

You got an I.D.?

Just got that back.

TONY:
Boss, it's Stillwell.

[engine starting]

Get out of the car, Stillwell!

Get out!

He's on the move!

[gasping]

Help me!

[grunts]

[people nearby clamoring]

Gibbs?

Ducky's initial
autopsy findings
point to poison.

Same way Thorson was killed.

GIBBS:
Same killer.

Well, you know what?

Maybe Thorson wasn't
completely insane.

I mean, boss,
we know that

Thorson and Stillwell were both
working to redesign

energy systems for the Navy.

Billions are at stake.

Maybe Thorson's formula really
is the key to all of this.

Well, then,
if that is true

then Abby's the only one
who can make this breakthrough.

Somebody's gotta break through
her first.

Think I might know someone.

No matter where I was,

I could always tell
when Clea was in trouble.

My stomach got twisted up.

I didn't sleep.
Didn't eat.

I knew something was wrong,
but I never expected this.

She had a mission.

Nothing was gonna stop her.

From what I hear,
you feel the same way.

Well, I promised your daughter

that I would finish
what she started.

At what cost, Ms. Sciuto?

Clea was a scientist

above all else.

Her work fed her.

Gave her the happiness
I never could,

but it also drove
her to the brink.

I'm not on the brink.

I'm just looking for answers.

Where?

In my daughter's head?

I'd do anything to tell
you how Clea's mind worked,

but after 29 years
and all the love

a mother could possibly give,
not even I can tell you that.

You connected
to my daughter

because of science.

Yes.

And you want
to help her?

That's all I want to do.

Then do what she
would have done,

and put emotion aside.

Please, you have to let her go.

Progress, Gibbs.

Observe progress.

Music to my ears, Abbs.

Okay, after whittling
away at the mass

of symbols and letters,
I kept coming back

to two distinct chemical
compositions.

The first was taken

from the writings
on the body.

It happens to be a unique
construction of the
bacteria E Coli.

Right. Sorry.

Inside voice.

It just feels really good
to have my mojo back.

Okay, now behold the
second composition.

It was found in the writings
inside Thorson's loft.

And it is--
drumroll please--

a synthesis of compounds
with the aid of radiant energy.

A.K.A. photosynthesis.

Wait. So this is all about
plants and bad meat?

Yeah, it's confusing, huh?

Okay, next equation, stat.
I mean please.

At first

I thought this was about

converting the organisms
of E Coli into fuel,

but there's too much
carbon dioxide

for that process to ever work.

In other words, my mojo
has sort of hit a no-jo.

I still don't have the last
piece of the formula.

I feel like I'm
missing something,

but I've been over
this a million times.

This is our anomaly, boss.

And we still can't figure out

where it fits
in the formula.

Looks like a plant.

It's not a plant, Gibbs.

It's a leaf.

McGEE:
A memory card.

Whoa, guys.

Clea Thorson was a genius.

Carbon dioxide
wasn't the problem--

it was the solution.

She discovered a way
to make fuel

from bacteria.

This is revolutionary
for green energy.

I mean, she's figured out
how to power the planet

out of stuff that
we try to get rid of.

GIBBS:
Avaxis employee list.

Systems director

Rupert Kritzer.

Ha! I told you there
was a Mr. K.

Yes, she was
working for me.

You paid her under
the table. Why?

It's a cutthroat business.

It's the way it
has to be done.

Keep it hidden
from Stillwell?

I know you were working
on the Navy energy plan.

And I know that he was one
of your main competitors.

It's complicated.

Well, yeah.

Two people are dead and
you're the chief suspect.

[chuckles]

Doesn't get much more
complicated than that.

Look, the biotech business

is this generation's
dot-com boom, okay?

Everyone is trying to discover
the next big thing.

And everyone is looking
for the next big talent.

Talent like
Lieutenant Thorson?

Right. So when
Stillwell fired her,

I pounced, okay?

I told her to keep
it to herself.

He'd stolen ideas
from me before.

I wasn't going to let
him do that again.

I didn't want our project

ever getting back to him.

Yeah, and when it did,
you killed them.

Had to keep it
for yourself.

I didn't kill anyone.

I don't believe you.

Clea's bacteria
conversion formula

has just netted me $2 billion,

Agent Gibbs.

I was just about to hire
her for a second project.

Why would I want her dead?

Martin Stillwell's throat
was burned from swallowing

a significant amount
of something.

So much, in fact,
that you can still smell it.

[sniffs]

Gasoline.

Dead bodies.

Close.

It's a highly refined
version of ethanol

mixed with traces
of formaldehyde.

Where would somebody
get something like that?

They can't.

Mr. Palmer.

With Abby's help,
I found a patent filing

from three years ago

for a grain-based fuel
called Nanathol.

But the patent was
never given because

the fuel left behind
the deadly by-product of...

Formaldehyde.

Who filed it?

Stillwell's company.

Well, Palmer, find out
who spearheaded the project.

Go, now, go.

On it.

Additionally, Jethro,

Lieutenant Thorson
was not poisoned

the same way as
Martin Stillwell.

Hers was more methodical.

Meaning?

Meaning she absorbed the poison
through her skin

over a period of two weeks.

Possibly mixed

in a lotion
or some kind of liquid.

And done by someone
who knew her rituals.

Precisely.

ZIVA:
Every day at 6:00
in the evening

Lieutenant Thorson
took a shower.

It did not change
for two weeks,

but here's what did change.

This is the day

before she died.

She's getting sicker
by the minute.Mm-hmm.

McGEE [over speakers]:
Hey, Tony.

I think McGee
found something.

McGEE:
I'm at some pipes
underneath the stairs

outside Thorson's loft.

Goes right into
the water supply.

She never had a chance, boss.

TONY:
Look who's taking center stage.

Ms. Ferris,
we need to talk to you.

Uh, I'm in the middle
of a meeting.

Can't it wait?

Gentlemen.

Excuse us.

I don't understand.

I've told you all I know.
I've helped you.

GIBBS:
No, you only helped
yourself, ma'am.

To a brand-new job
it looks like.

Must feel good to finally
be the one in charge.

TONY:
Doesn't suit you, though.

You're more
of a background player.

I've worked hard
for what I have.

GIBBS:
No, the work only
got you so far.

Lieutenant Thorson--
she was the real deal.

You're a phony.

We were never competitors.

Clea was my friend.

At least that's
what she thought.

This is

a direct quote
from her journal.

"'I feel alone at
Gen-1 most of the time.

"I do not like it here.

"But April makes
the days easier.

"Maybe we will be friends.

I trust her."

She never said...

She didn't care about me.

It's a terrible thing--

betraying someone's trust
like that.

You have no idea
what I had to put up with.

People fawned over her

like she was the Second Coming.

How do you think
that made me feel?

Make you feel bad enough
to kill.

[handcuffs clicking]

It's Tony as Tony.

I am completely
impressed.

Are you supposed
to be Fat Elvis?

[as John Travolta]:
It's Saturday Night Fever.

Travolta, '77.

In a John Badham
directed classic.

[normal voice]:
I know!

Looks ridiculous,

right?

It feels even worse.

It's like I'm
betraying the gods.

I was not aware
you were so religious.

The film gods.McGEE:
So I take it

this means

you haven't ended
things with Ethel?
Ethel.

[as Travolta]:
A man's got to do
what a man's got to do.

I'm gonna give
Special Ethel

what she thinks she wants.

But this...

This will always belong to me.

Oh.

[laughing]

Looks good.

I like it.

I'm just trying to
get in the spirit.

It's more "me."

Look, Gibbs, I'm sorry...

I'm sorry that I am...

I'm sorry.

Abbs.

It's okay.

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