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Captain?

Notification
from Fleet Command.

Change of assignment.

Carry on.

We're heading for the East Sea

to monitor the North Korean
activity off the coast.

Wake Commander
Reynolds.

Tell him to meet
me on the bridge.

Aye, aye, sir.

[sighs]

I'm trying
to get this ship underway.

What the hell's so important
the XO can't come to me?

Where's the commander?

Is there a problem,
Mr. Howard?

I just found him, sir.

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As you know, Director,
your team is long overdue

for their mandatory
psych evaluations.

I'm aware that they've
been rescheduled.

Nine times, to
be specific.

And I spoke to
your in-house

psych service unit--

no time for
them either.

If I didn't
know any better,

I'd say that you
were avoiding us.

Oh, cases take priority.

Some would say that's--
I don't know-- shortsighted.

Well, the victims'
families wouldn't.

Agents need to be
at the top of their game.

And my agents always are.

I've read the reports.

You were just
hospitalized.

Agent Gibbs resigned
at one point.

Agents DiNozzo and McGee
were held captive.

They were rescuing Agent David.

Did they receive
posttraumatic treatment?

Initial assessments
were conducted,

and they were all
deemed fit for duty.

Optimistic, but doubtful.

My colleagues and
I have been hearing

about your team for years.

SECNAV's concerned, so
I'd like to get started

today, if that's
convenient for you.

If it's not?
I promise that I
won't be intrusive.

I prefer to be out in the
field when I evaluate,

so your team should not
experience any down time.

It, uh, should be painless.

Oh, I'm not worried about them.

You, on the other hand...

Skin's thicker than it looks.

So, who should I start with?

Pardon?
In your opinion,

who has the most to talk about?

Where did you get that money?

Ever heard of a trifecta?

I do not want to hear
about your threesomes.

I went to the track.

Pimlico.

Three ponies.

Win, place and show.

What did they show you?

Show. Means they came in third.

What made you

pick these horses?

A keen mind,

an eye for natural talent,
a little bit of luck,

and of course,
they spoke to me.

Who spoke to you?

The horses.

The ponies. I whisper to them,
they whisper to me.

Actually, no. You can
study 'em before the race.

The ones that really want
to win-- they do

this little dance,
little snorting.

[whinnies]

[spluttering,
whinnying]

[spluttering]

[whinnying]

Tony, you may want
to stop acting like a jackass.

That's not an ass.
It's a hor... hor...

I can explain, sir.

Settle in, Doctor.
This should be good.

[whispers]:
Doctor?

VANCE:
Agents, this is

Dr. Rachel Cranston.

She's here for
your mandatory

psych evaluations.

Who's ready to talk?

No. Can't talk here.

We got a dead commander
on the USS Colonial.

Dr. Cranston is here to
observe your team, Agent Gibbs.

Huh.

Not much to see.

Really.

I'll be the judge of that.

Okay.

Everybody, the
doctor's in.

Go!

GIBBS:
This stateroom
been compromised, Captain?

No, nothing's
been touched.

Who found
the body?

Ensign Howard.

I called the XO
to the bridge.

Howard was sent to get him.

TONY: Listen, Doc, about my,
uh, Man O' War impression...

I thought it was Secretariat.

[laughs]
Yeah.

I was just trying
to lighten the mood.

You know, I entertain
the coworkers.

Why do you feel lightening
the mood is your responsibility?

Well, who else
has the chops?

Not to mention the talent.

[laughs]

Uh, yeah, you're
good, aren't you?

Gently unscrewing
the noggin, huh?

Hmm. Let me ask
you something,

verySpecialAgent DiNozzo.

Was there ever a time when
someone didn't approve

of that behavior
from you?

[laughs]

Not gonna happen.

McGEE:
A lot of blood.

Must've clipped
an artery.

You find
a weapon yet?

No. Start looking.

DUCKY:
Confounded ships are like

laboratory mazes.

I always feel
like a white rat

in search
of a tasty treat.

GIBBS:
So, what do you think, Duck?Someone shot him.

Yeah, well,
there's a start.

At close proximity.

Through and through.

The slug should still

be in his bunk.

Uh, Agent McGee,
help me turn him,

so that Agent David
can take a look.

There's no gun here.

The slug is still
in the mattress.

GIBBS:
I found a shell casing.

That's a Tokarev 25.

Mostly used by
Koreans and Russians.

Captain, you got
some visitors on board?

Uh, seven, including a group
of international journalists.

Anyone know about
the commander's murder yet?

McGEE:
Uh, boss?

Extra, extra,
read all about it.

Yes, sir. I understand.

Yeah, I-I do. I...

We will, as soon
as possible. Thank you.

That was SECNAV.

Colonial'son lockdown.

You figure out who
leaked the story?
No, not yet.

Got two English reporters
on board the ship; two French,

one South Korean.

They were all
with Navy personnel

at the time
of the shooting, except

Min Ho Kwon.

Bullet connects him.

He's a career journalist.

He served four years
in the Korean military.

Okay. We're on it.

SECNAV is waiting for
that team evaluation, Gibbs.

Technically, until Dr. Cranston
finishes that report,

we're not cleared
to operate in the field.

What do you want us
to do, Leon, go home?

I want you to give the doctor
your full support.

Already am.

A bad report can lead
to change, Gibbs.

Record speaks for itself.

The record may not be enough.

We are who we are,
Director Vance.

Don't I know it.

Somebody, talk to me.

Commander Vincent Reynolds
graduated Annapolis

over 30 years ago.

ZIVA: Served with distinction
in the Sixth

and Seventh Fleets
for the past two decades.

McGEE:
Just 18 months away

from retirement when he died.

Uh, single, never married,
no children.

According to Captain Lynn,
Reynolds was pals

with Admiral
Wayne Hargrove.

TONY:
Hargrove's overseeing operations
in the Far East, aboard the

flagship USS Blue Ridge.

Find out if Reynolds is doing

any side work for the admiral.

And all of you,
make some time

for the doctor.

Director Vance's orders.

What are we supposed
to talk about?

CRANSTON:
Well, believe it or not,

most people talk
about the sex lives.

That rules Tim out.

I will certainly remain
professional.

Well, since you're so confident
what you'll be discussing,

Agent David, why not start now?

[wry laugh]

All right, just have a seat.

Hey, I'm a journalist and
a South Korean citizen.

I demand to
be released.

You know how you can tell
if a horse is nervous?

What?

They twitch, get a little
weird look in their eye.

You got one of those
right now.

Well... you have no
right to detain me.

Actually, we do,
'cause we're in the middle

of a murder investigation,
so why don't you sit down?

I'll get to you
when I'm ready.

Your instincts are spot-on.

He did it.

Well, you cracked the case
awful fast, Petty Officer...

Oliver.

Why do you think
this guy killed your XO?

Because I saw him

and Commander Reynolds
arguing last night.

The Korean
wouldn't back down.

Eventually,
the XO walked away.

Thank you.

Now, why exactly
are we doing this?

We are just talking,
just getting to know each other.

Okay, but I do not need
to know you,

and this is actually taking time
away from my work.

Sometimes, a little
time away from work

is a really good thing.

I do admire your
dedication, though.

Dedication is important to me.

Hasn't that been something
that you've been, uh,

juggling your whole life?

I... I... I do not know
what you mean.

Juggling dedication to, uh,

family, to country,
to job, uh...

ZIVA:
Why was I not told the details
of his mission?

Why was I excluded?

ELI:
Because, Ziva,

I don't know who you answer to
anymore-- NCIS or Mossad.

What is it you expect from me?

I expect your loyalty...
to me and onlyme.

[echoing]:
Only me!

I do not understand
how this is relevant to what

you need to know.

It tells me
something about you.

About what brought you here.

About where you came from.

When you first
came here,

you, uh, replaced someone.

Yes. Special Agent
Caitlin Todd.

Mm.

She was killed
in the line of duty.

Had you ever met Agent Todd?

No, and I know that
her loss was, uh,

significant to NCIS.

Anyone have a key for this?

It's Kate's desk.

Okay, but if I'm
going to be a part

of your team, I
would love to...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You're part of our team?

Yes.

She's gone, Gibbs.

I don't think Kate will mind.

It's always
very difficult

filling someone
else's shoes.

No disrespect, Doctor,

but except
from the fact

that she was...

a woman...

we are very different agents.

Oh, I can tell that

individuality's
very important to you.

Are you... that discerning
when it comes to men, as well?

Keeping your
personal and

professional lives
in balance is,

is important.

And it looks like some men,

over the years, have, uh...

influenced your work.

My work has never been affected

and this is
none of your business.

Actually, it is.

You thought I would not
identify Michael Rifkin

as a Mossad operative.

So you think you did
the right thing?Okay.

Are you, by any chance,
questioning my loyalty?

I am questioning why
you didn't tell them

you saw him three days ago.

Are you jealous?

He was playing you, Ziva.

You killed him!He attacked me!

What was I supposed--

You put fire
in his chest!

You... weren't... there.

But I should have been!

[panting]

You loved him.

The-the-the thing
that puzzles me...

with all this change...

of allegiance to country

of the type of men
you're drawn to,

what is it
that you're looking for?

What is it that you want?

[sighs]

I want...

something...

permanent.

Something that can't
be taken away.

[voice breaks]:
Is that too much to ask?

Murder. Really.

[sighs]

I'll have to tell
my wife Nancy.

Vincent was like family to us.

Really.

Even after you skyrocketed
up the ranks?

I'm not sure I follow,
Agent Gibbs.

Vincent Reynolds was
just a commander, Admiral.

You're an admiral, Admiral.

[wry laugh]

Yeah, well, Vincent always knew

that, uh, he had the gift
of leadership much more

than political savvy.

And, uh...

he had a bad habit

of telling people
what he really thought.And...

if an aggressive journalist

pushed the commander,

would he have pushed back?

And then some, yeah.

MAN:
Well, then, how can I
prove my innocence?

An alibi
would be nice.

[sighs]

TONY: Commander Reynolds
was killed last night,

at approximately
2:00 a.m.

I was in my stateroom.

Doing what?
My actions

are not
your concern!
On a U.S.

naval vessel, they
sure as hell are.

You're about
to be accused

of murdering an
American officer!

Do you understand
what's at stake here?

Heck of a powder keg.

What are you,
the fuse?!

All right, I'll negotiate.

Like hell you will.

Not on my watch.

See ya in prison.

I was sending e-mails!

E-mails?

I sent them through a series
of encoded signals

unencrypted by a sub
off the coast.

Well, then we'll need
the name of the sub.

I cannot.
They'll kill me.

I wouldn't be so worried.

South Korea's our ally.

North Korea isn't.

Time stamps on the e-mails
will prove my innocence.

I was sending photographs
of your weapons systems.

Arrest me for espionage.

At home, they'll
call me a hero.

But I swear I'm not a murderer.

Good morning.
You're avoiding me.

Doc, I gotta say I've never
been a big fan.

Of me, personally,
or psychiatrists?

Of course, my being
a woman doesn't help either.

What's that supposed
to mean?

I know you historically
you have issues with
professional women.

No, I like women.
I just just don't like 'em

when they ask
a lot of questions.

Hey, Gibbs.
I've confirmed that the casing

was a Tokarev .25-millimeter,

fired from a Russian-made
either TT-30 or a TT-33.

Oh, hello.

Shrinkola?

Keep going, Abbs.

Um, the markings
on the rounds

indicate that the weapon
is older.

Collector's item?Maybe.

Hey, what, what are you doing?

Are you writing stuff about me?

Just a question I want
to remember to ask later.

Do not let me interrupt.

Well, it's too late
for that, Sigmund.

Abbs...

I have been
scouring the Web

and local gun show
listings

for TT-30 sales

or registered buyers--
so far, I have 28.

Is, is that a lot?

Of the 250,000 registered
firearms owners in

the metro area, 28 is peanuts.

I'll get you the rest

of the details
when I have them.
Thanks.

Trust me, honey, you don't have
enough hours in the day.

I'll find the time,
Ms. Sciuto.

Don't you worry.

I don't like
head doctors.

No one does, Anthony.

They're like
lie-detector tests.

They alert us
to our fears

and weaknesses.

I especially don't like
this one.

She's always judging me.

All right, well, obviously
that's where

the powder burns were.

The gun was held close.

Yeah, with
a tremendous pressure.

Note the bruising
from the barrel on
the commander's chest.

I also found a residue
on his knuckles

that I sent up to Abby
and a severely broken nail
on his right hand

and hairline fractures on
his index and middle fingers.

Defensive wound?

Possibly, yeah.
The question remains,

why was the gunshot
angle not higher?

I mean, the shooter was
standing right over him.

[door hisses open]

Oh!

Sorry, I didn't
mean to interrupt.

Just came to say hello.

Hello.
[chuckles]

Good-bye.

You don't have to leave,
Agent DiNozzo.

I do if you stay.

You seem to have sparked
quite a reaction in him.

Yeah, occupational hazard.

I have that effect on people.

I warn you, Doctor,

if your intent is to get inside
my brain,

you will be unsuccessful.

I know all the tricks
too well.

Dr. Mallard,
you are the least

of my concerns...
for now.

And what, pray tell,
does that mean?

It means for the time being,
you seem remarkably balanced.

I appreciate the compliment,
Doctor.

Nonetheless,

dare I say the long
hours and isolation

occasionally take their toll.

You aren't alone, Doctor.

You got drawers full of people
who keep you company.

And they are exceptional
listeners.

Nonetheless...

...there are times
when I find myself,

well... melancholy.

Well, you aren't getting
any younger.

I'm sure you recognize
the irony

of quietly facing
the dead every day.

Not only do I recognize
the irony, I embrace it.

I appreciate your keeping me
covered in front of the others,

especially Tony.

Yes, I know how modest you are.

[chuckles]

Were.

I'm dead now, Ducky.

Shouldn't be.

However...

I am not quite ready
for assisted living.

Now if you will excuse me,

the commander is
getting impatient.

Okay, McGee, talk.

Well, Abby just called.

She narrowed down
the list of TT-30

and TT-33 buyers
who registered guns.

One name popped up:
Seaman Marcus Leonard.

Requested mast against
Commander Reynolds,
three months ago,

for inappropriate
conduct.

Leonard's still in
normal duty status,

but he lives alone
in his deceased parents' home

in Shadyside, Virginia.

Okay, go.
All right.

Boss, you coming?

No. Take Dr. Cranston.
Let her drive.

You can lie down.

Shrinks love that, McGee.

Where are we going,
Agent McGee?

Potential suspect's house.

So, doing field work
without Agent DiNozzo

must be invigorating.
Puts you in charge.

Yeah, I'll admit,

it does feel pretty good
sometimes, yeah.

You were the one
who didn't start out

in the military
or law enforcement.

The only one with
an Ivy League education,

yet you successfully
transformed

from probie
to Special Agent.

Who told you about probie?

I'm one of you guys now, right?
No more,

no more getting coffee,
no more hazing?

Sure.
Sure.All right.

[mockingly]:
"Puh-ro-o-bie."

You've done an amazing
job of growing,

you're technically astute.

Something feels, uh... stunted.

Stunted?

How?

Women. Deep down,

wouldn't you like to be in
a committed relationship?

Would you maybe want

to get some coffee together
one morning?

Yeah. Um, sure.

You're asking me to dinner?

You know, you doing what you do,

it's, uh,
it's interesting to me.

I'd like to know more.

Yeah, but, um, I don't
think you really would.

You're hiding something,
and I seek it. Speak.

I've been seeing this girl.

Oh. That's nice.

Actually,
it's not nice.

She, uh, stole my mail
and took out

$65,000 in preapproved
credit cards in my name.

Throw her psycho
ass in the brig.

I love you, McGee.

That should be enough.

You know, I guess I just haven't
found the right girl yet.

Maybe.

Or maybe you're
looking too hard.

Huh.

CRANSTON: You-you
can do this?

With a warrant.

All right, wait out here.

NCIS!

Anyone home?

I thought you said
the suspect was still

on board the Colonial.He is,

but it's still
protocol to check.

Didn't I tell you
to wait outside?

Psychiatrists never listen.

No paintings

of clowns on the walls.

[laughing]: I guess
that's a good sign, huh?

Well, care
to analyze this, Doctor?

What do you think--
gun nut?

I was thinking
something more clinical,

but gun nut works.

Yeah.

Damn right I requested mast.

ZIVA: Seaman Leonard,
what was your complaint?

XO played favorites.

Guys he had high hopes for.

I wasn't one of them.

Maybe Commander Reynolds

was just an excellent
judge of character.

We'll never
know now, will we?

[wry laugh]

Can you tell me where
your Russian TT-30 is?

Seems to be the only gun
missing from your house.

Gave it to a friend.

Guy in Ohio, collector.

If he didn't file
the right paperwork,
it's not my problem.

If the gun is no longer
in his possession,

it is most certainly
yourproblem.

Come on.

[smacks machine]

[rattles machine]

[pounding
on machine]

It's frustrating,
isn't it?

You make a choice,
follow directions, and...

it still doesn't
work out.

It's just a candy bar;
it's no big deal.

Who said I was talking
about a candy bar?

[guffaws]

Okay... Doctor...

You want to do this now?

Why not?

How far back do you want to go?

My mom died
when I was eight.

They sent me away to
school when I was 11.

I almost lost that kid...

in Baltimore.

Are we doing it?

Am I doing good?

"Two roads diverged

in a yellow wood..."

and sorry I could not
travel both.

DIRECTOR SHEPARD:
Another opportunity like this

might not come up for years.

These orders are for you.

NCIS Rota, Spain?

Your own team.

Congratulations.

I'm passing,
on the promotion, Jenny.

We make decisions...

and we live with them.

Some decisions
are easier than others.

[machine buzzes]

[candy clunks]

[scoffs]

[knocking on door]

That's the, uh,
victim's brother.

Peter Reynolds.
Just flew in.

The only family
the commander had.

Know anything?
About the
commander's time

aboard the
Colonial?No.

About a long-term
relationship; plenty.

Girlfriend
never came up.

Probably because
she was married.

You got a name?

Peter only knew
her by "Nancy."

McGee, I need to talk to
Admiral Hargrove's wife.

Find her.

I can't right now.
I'm swamped, okay?

I love my job.
I love my Gibbs.

I need more sleep and...

I am learning to not be
so hard on myself.

See how much time we just saved?

Well, I know
for a fact

that you can, uh,
work and talk

at the same time.

You are a champion multitasker.

Okay...

I'm scared.

Of what?

Well... what if I... tell you
a bunch of stuff, and then

I learn things about myself
that I totally hate?

That could happen,
but... unlikely.

Okay then, go ahead.

Criticize me.
I'm ready.

I have nothing to criticize.

Y-you are so totally grounded
in self-confidence.

You make Goth look...

gorgeous and fun.

I'm not a Goth.

I'm a... scientist.

And a great one.

But you work too hard.

Is there any Abby time?

I make sandwiches
for the shelter,
on Sundays.

That's not relaxing.

I... drive
for the food bank.

All work and no play.

Do you ever hang out with any
of your female co-workers?

Hey! I heard you're
going to Norfolk.

It shouldn't be
a problem.

We should still be able
to leave by 6:00.

Leave?

For where?

You two

are spending
the weekend together.

[sultry growl]

Hold on, let me paint a picture.

You're a pig.

I miss Kate.

If you-if you didn't,
I'd be concerned.

You need someone
to fill that void.

Well, it's not
like I have

a lot of time
to look.

Mmm... certainly
not Gibbs.

And Ziva,
she's seeing somebody.

How about McGee?

No. No!

Why not?
N-no. Because.

McGee... and I, we're...

We had... we're... friends.

McGEE:
He stay at your place?

Yep.
You sleep
in the coffin, McGee?

Coffin?
Y-you said that

it was-it was a boxed sofa bed.

It is!

Sort of.
Ugh!

I can't believe I
slept in a coffin!

N-not just slept.

Look, um, this has been

really great and all, and

you're not half as creepy
as I thought you would be,

but this place,
and my job, it means

everything to me,
and I'd really like

to get back to it, please.

Work.

Tape adhesive.

Nancy Hargrove.

Agent Gibbs.

You know why
I called you?

My husband told me
what happened to Vincent.

They were close,
you know?

Oh... I think the
two of you were...

a lot closer
than that, ma'am.

I'm sorry?

He's dead. It's okay.

[sniffles]

Vincent and I
saw each other

for over 20 years.

He knew it could never
be more than that.

The admiral
didn't know?

If he did,
he never said anything.

We only got together
when my husband was away.

Commander Reynolds
had to retire
from the Navy.

He didn't have kids;
he didn't have a wife.

You take the Navy
away from him,

he didn't have anything
to look forward to;

not even you.

What are you suggesting,
Agent Gibbs?

I'm sorry for your loss.

[cries quietly]

CRANSTON:
Director...

do you have a moment?

VANCE:
How's it going?

Well... I'm learning

more about your team
than I thought I would.

Well, I don't know
if that's a good thing.

I've never met
a group of agents

so connected
to their work.

Yeah, for better
or for worse.

That feeling translate
upthe ladder?

You've had
a rough run.

Been through severe
trauma recently.

Have you spoken to anyone
about what just happened?

I don't think I like
where this is headed.

This is not about me,
it's about them.

You're team director.

Do you know what I've
had to sacrifice for this job?

For the Navy?

Comes with the situation.

What do you know
about my situation?

VANCE: Since I got hurt,
we've been on SECNAV's radar.

When the vacancy
was created

at the top
of your agency,

you induced me
to give youthis post.

And the deal
was quite simple:

get your house in order.

VANCE: And I want to prove
that recent events

haven't influenced
things around here.

My life is a lie.

You were never
supposed to succeed.

I think the recent attempt
on your life

absolutely terrified you,

and now you're
questioning yourself.

If you let your guard down
for oneminute,

what are you
worried about losing?

[phone ringing]

Yeah. It's Vance.

Go, Gibbs.

Are you sure?

I need these
crew members

assembled in your
mess hall, Captain.

TONY: Breaking
rule number one, boss.

Yeah. Again.

CAPTAIN LIND: They worked
closely with Commander Reynolds.

TONY:
That's why we need them, sir.

They know who killed your XO.

GIBBS:
What was your relationship
with Commander Reynolds?

He was a
respected officer.

Great XO.

Father figure.

Was he hard on you?

He made us better sailors.

Commander Reynolds' father

was in World War II
and in Korea.

Did you know that?
HOWARD:
No, sir.

This is the weapon
he carried.

It was given to him
by a Russian officer.

XO had it with
him on board.

And, as you know,
that's a big no-no

aboard a Navy vessel.

Does it look familiar?

We found tape residue
on the commander.

The only DNA on it
was his own.

TONY: So we were thinking,
well, what if he

taped the gun to his hand

so it wouldn't move,
no matter what.

Commander Reynolds

was nine months away
from mandatory retirement

in the Navy.

He didn't have a family.

His career was over.

So your XO...

was about to lose
everything he cared about.

You discovered the body, Ensign?

Yes.

You didn't want
him remembered
as a weak man,

so with the
petty officer's help

you made it look like a murder?

The gun was still attached to
his hand when I walked in.

Didn't seem right.

We knocked some things
onto the floor

around the bunk.

Made it look
like a scuffle.

Didn't see
the bullet casing.

He was a man of honor;

he deserved to be
buried like one.

What do you see when you
look at him, Agent DiNozzo?

Man works his whole life,

dedicates himself to his job,

and then has nothing
to show for it.

How does that make you feel?

Afraid.

I'm a good agent,
Dr. Cranston.

A really good one.

I-I know.

And so do a lot of
other people.

You're not authorized
to give out my phone--

Agent Todd...

you are interrupting
my negotiation.

Well it's kind of
beautiful up here.

And dangerous.

Well, from this height,
you can't really tell.

I was referring
to you.

I thought you were
going to attack me

back in Iggy's stall.

How was I
supposed to know

what you were
planning?
Well, we're
a team, Kate.

You're supposed to
follow my lead.

Oh, even when I don't
know where it's going?

Especially then.

But you can be more.

Has anyone ever
told you that?

You're afraid, aren't you?

You ever seen me afraid?

Well, not when the danger is
something that we can confront.

Why aren't you sick?

'Cause I'm stronger
than you, Tony.

[groans]
You're not... [coughs]

Am too.

Maybe Agent Todd
was hard on you

because she knew what
you were really capable of.

Too bad she never got a chance
to tell you that.

I think I just
realized who you are...

Rachel.

So how'd we do?

Ican't tell.

Doctor-patient privilege.

Aw, come on, Doc. It's me.

Still one agent
I haven't spoken to yet.

Well, that's not
going to happen.

I forgot.

You're perfect.

No, no, I'm just

too set in my ways
to change now.

You know when you were
lying there a second ago...

you looked just like your
sister, you know that?

I heard you
quit, Agent Todd!

Happy news gets around fast.

Yes, I resigned.

It was the right thing
to do.
Yep.

Pull that crap at NCIS,

I won't give you a chance
to resign.

Is that a job offer?

[groans]Protection detail's
over, Kate.

[groans]

You did good.

For once,
DiNozzo's right.

[laughs]
Wow...

I thought I'd die before
I ever heard a compli--

I'm glad you reached out.

Did you find what
you were looking for?

Finally...

got to meet the people
closest to Kate

when she died.

Closure.

Some.

Some.

[voice breaks]:
You've been better
at letting go than I have.

You don't forget,
you just move on.

Come on,
I want to show you something.

Where are we going?

Home.

Stand right here.

Right there.

Look down.
You feel that?

Right there?

What?

This is where

the guy who
murdered Kate died.

This is where Ziva
shot her own brother.

That, Doc, is closure.

Now, the rest
is just memories.

There's nothing wrong
with memories.

RACHEL:
Kate, sweetie,

listen to me--
I got your message.

KATE [over phone]:
I can't work with Gibbs.

He doesn't appreciate anything.

Uh... of course
he appreciates

what you're doing,
or he wouldn't have

asked you to come work there.

Uh... so what
if he gives you a hard time?

Don't let Gibbs get to you.

You are damn good at your job,

and you know it.

KATE:
I do know, sis.

It's just...
I'm just having a bad day.

Thanks, Rachel.
I love you.

I love you, too, baby sister.

Let's talk soon.

Okay.

Bye.Bye.

Hm.

Never went to the funeral.

Just couldn't do it.

Families all grieve
in different ways.

Let me ask you
a question, Gibbs.

See if you can answer.

Man walks into a bar,

asks the bartender
for a glass of water.

Bartender pulls out a shotgun,

fires a blast,
just missing the man.

Man says "Thank you,"

puts a tip on the bar,
and exits.

Why the "thank you"...

and the tip?

The guy had the hiccups.

It's all about
responses, Gibbs.

You, Vance...

your agents.

We keep things
piled up inside...

even the harshest response
seems appropriate.

CRANSTON:
Director Vance,

spending time with your team

has been enlightening,
to say the least.

In clinical terms,
they're a disaster.

But their selfless dysfunction

is ultimately why it works.

It's clear to me

we all react
to life's challenges

in different ways.

Your people are no exception.

Some fight death,

and some embraceits solace.

Some recognize their fate...

and others do whatever
is necessary to alter it.

Sometimes we defy
others' expectations,

and, occasionally,
we rise to meet them.

But the constant,
is being true to ourselves.

We do what we have to,
when we have to.

We react,
for better or worse.

It's why your team succeeds.

But be careful.

Eventually,
it might catch up to you.

A man walks into a bar

and asks the bartender
for a glass of water.

The bartender pulls out
a shotgun...

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