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WOMAN:
Ugh. Damn near 5:30.

Just can't get back to sleep.

MAN: Told you. You got to lay
off the caffeine after supper.

WOMAN (groans):
It isn't the caffeine.

It's my mind. Something
just doesn't feel right.

Let me know when sleeping under
a bridge starts feeling normal.

(sighs, groans)

Here comes the morning traffic.

Might as well
get a start on the day.

(yawning):
You got it.

Time is money.

Let no one
ever accuse us

of losing our work ethic.

(chain-link fence rattling)
What the hell was that?

- Oh, God!
- Oh!

(gasping)

Oh, God.

(tires squealing)

♪ NCIS 16x23 ♪
Lost Time
Original Air Date on May 14, 2019

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

TORRES: Ellie,
geez, lighten up.

You didn't have
to bite my head off.

I wasn't biting
your head off.

- Felt like a bite.
-Wasn't a bite.

- Sounds like a fight.
BISHOP: Nope.

Nobody is fighting or biting.
I had the audacity

to tell Miss Cranky-Pants
over here about my...

killer workout in the gym.
- All I said

was, "No bragging
before my coffee,"

which doesn't
make me cranky,

just not quite awake.

You're not sleeping, either?

Why? You, too?

It's kind of hard to sleep
ever since...

Since... the Gibbs thing?

What Gibbs thing?

You know,
the thing he told us,

that we all agreed
not to talk about again.

(quietly):
Oh, please, come on.

It's nothing.

(quietly):
Seriously?

Killing a man

in cold blood is nothing?

It's not just any man.

He killed the man
who killed his family.

Same thing any of us would do.

Yeah, would want to do.

But in reality...

See, now I just keep wondering
what he expects us to do about it.

What do you mean, do?

He didn't tell us
so we would do anything.

Gibbs has been
doing nothing

for years.
Look, all I'm saying is,

if he's unfazed,
maybe we should be, too.

But that's the thing--
he's not unfazed.

If anything,
he is extremely fazed.

He's been so much
quieter lately.

Yes, quiet and distracted.

Gibbs is always quiet.

The only ones distracted
are you two.

(scoffs)
Just forget it, all right?

Forget what?

I... forgot.

Dead Marine in Reston.

Grab your gear.
Let's go.

McGEE:
Well, no wallet,

no keys, but police
I.D.'d the victim

as Marine Gunnery Sergeant
Richard Wilson, which, uh,

sounds kind of familiar
to me for some reason.

- Palmer.
- Yeah, I'll know more

when I get him down,

but he does have two gunshot
wounds to the chest.

TORRES: He was dead before
he hit that spike.

- I hope.
PALMER: Yeah, me, too.

Talk about being hoisted
on your own petard, huh?

- Ouch.
BISHOP: Hey.

I found skid marks.
up there.

Likely from whatever vehicle
the witnesses heard.

Says here Wilson was just three
months shy of retirement.

Married, no kids.
Lives nearby in Sterling.

Want us to, uh, head over
to the house, Gibbs?

Boss?

Boss, we have the
victim's address.

You want us to head over?

Yeah.

Bishop, Torres, go.

BISHOP: How could you
not have seen that?

Gibbs is clearly distracted.

Yeah, by the poor guy

hanging upside down
on that fence.

- Nick.
- Hey, by the way,

if the guy's wife is here,

I would really appreciate
you making the notification.

What? Why me? No, I hate
delivering the bad news,

and you never do it.

That's because
I'm really bad at it.

You have such
a gentle touch, to go

with that big heart of yours.
- Okay, stop buttering me up.

I'm not doing it.
It's your turn.

Big-hearted Bishop--
that's what I'm gonna call you from now on.

Okay. Whoa. Hold on.

Whoa.

What kind of tornado
swept through here?

Maybe the same tornado
that shot our victim.

- Get out! I'm calling the cops!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- NCIS!
- Drop the bat!

Oh, God. Oh, dear God.

- Mrs. Wilson?
- I just walked in

a minute ago.

What the hell happened?

- You don't know?
- Know what?

How would I know?

I've been at my
mother's in Florida.

I... I took a cab
from the airport.

What is this?
What happened here?

Where's my husband?

Where's Rick?

Someone tell me.

I'm sorry, uh, Mrs. Wilson,

I'm afraid, um...

Agent Torres has
some bad news for you.

The man survived
how many war zones?

Only to be killed
in some stupid robbery.

Makes no sense.

Any idea what they
were looking for?

Something of value?

Not on Rick's
military pay.

And my temp jobs?

Hundred bucks or so
in our cookie jar.

Other than that,
I'm sure they left disappointed.

Your husband,
he have any enemies?

Sure.

Afghanistan.

But not here.

Rick was a complicated man,
but... everyone liked him.

Complicated?

Oh, not in a bad way.

Just...

quiet.

(wry chuckle)
To a fault,

some days.

It's not easy living with...

the strong, silent type,

especially when
it comes to his job.

Why is that?

I guess he had seen
some bad things.

Lost a couple buddies in that
big raid that made him a hero.

- I'm sorry, what raid?
- It was his unit

that caught that
big terrorist leader about...

five years ago.

Zakir somebody.

I don't recall that, but, uh...

LORI: I couldn't tell you much
past what made the news.

Any time I asked,

Rick turned into...

John Wayne--
like it was some big secret.

So many secrets.

Was it something I said?

(indistinct chatter)

- Mm.
BISHOP: Mm-hmm.

Boss!

Hey, boss,

I knew his name
sounded familiar.

He's one

of the Zakir-Five.

BISHOP: Named for Taliban
leader Nazar Zakir.

Gunnery Sergeant Wilson

led the unit
that captured him.

- Yeah. Just heard.
McGEE: They also rescued hostages

and recovered $30 million
in stolen cash

from Zakir's bunker.

BISHOP: Two Marines
were killed in the raid,

leaving only Wilson and two
others from the original five.

Anything else?

Well, we were
about to start combing

through Wilson's cell phone records.
- Okay.

Good.

Hey.

Nick told me
about your victim.

Are we talking
about the Zakir-Five?

- You remember them, too?
- Mm.

They should have been
a bigger story,

but the 24-hour news cycle,

they just chewed it up
in less than a day.

You ran out of there
kind of quick there, Gibbs.

- You doing all right?
- Where you headed?

I'm going to get
the widow's suitcase

out of my car--
we're keeping her here a while.

Man, talk about heroes.

Guys like Wilson
deserve better.

Gibbs?

Was it something I said?

Yeah, he's been getting that
a lot today.

Yeah, have you, uh, not noticed

something off
about Gibbs lately?

I can't say
that I have.

And before you go and open
that gigantic can of worms,

I'm late for the dentist,
so... catch ya later.

PALMER:
Agent Gibbs.

Yeah, I thought I heard
someone out here.

You all right?

Oh. Yeah. Turns
out I was right.

Two bullets to the chest to go
along with the spike wound.

Oh. And... speaking of which,

I completely misused the term
"hoisted on his own petard"

earlier this morning.

Apparently, it's
a common mistake,

from thinking that
the petard is a spear

that one could
get hoisted upon.

Whereas, actually,
it is an explosive

that happens to go
off too early.

From that, Shakespeare meant
it as someone who gets caught

in his own web of lies.

Whose web of lies?

- What?
- Why are you telling me this?

What are you getting at, Palmer?

Oh. Gibbs.

What do you want now?

Uh, McGee was looking
for you, and...

What does he want?

To tell you that our victim
received three calls

within ten minutes
late last night

from a retired Marine
from his old unit, the...

- Zephyr... the Zipper...
-Yeah.

- And?
- And McGee got

no answer from that number...

(phone ringing)
...so he and Bishop and Torres

are headed over
to the guy's place now,

if you want to...
- I will meet you there!

Was it something you said?

(knocking at door)

Staff Sergeant
Jordan McCarthy?

NCIS!

The landlord thinks
he had a girlfriend

living here until recently.

Appearances to the contrary.

Gibbs, what
do you think?

You haven't really,
uh, said a word.

I hope you know that...

TORRES:
Hey, guys? We got blood.

No sign of Staff
Sergeant McCarthy.

If this is his, we may have
ourselves a second victim.

Well, and if we do, I'll bet
this has something to do

with that Zakir guy
they captured.

Wilson's unit left a lot
of enemies out there.

And if there is a connection,

that leaves one of
the remaining five

still alive out there.
- We better find him.

And fast.

(door closes)

Boss?

(engine starts)

McGEE:
What is he doing?

BISHOP:
Hey.

Gibbs!

Still no word?

Nothing. We've even had the
park rangers check his cabin.

Well, no sign of him
at his house,

and he's not answering
his cell, either.

Well, I mean, McGee,
you've been here the longest.

Has Gibbs ever walked away
from a crime scene?

No. Never. Not like this.

Are you sure
we shouldn't tell Vance?

Not yet.

No, let's give Gibbs
some more time here.

Besides, we still have
a job to do.

Okay. Uh, the remaining three

of the Zakir-Five-- our victim,

Rick Wilson, possible
victim Jordan McCarthy,

and we're still looking
for Staff Sergeant John Calfa.

VA is, uh, getting us
his current address.

(phone ringing)
That might be it.

How's Wilson's wife?

She's upstairs.
Not happy about it,

but understands protocol.

I mean, does she know
these two at all?

She knows who they are,
but they've never met.

Okay, we have got
Calfa's address in Arlington.

- It's not far.
McGEE: Great.

Would you two mind
going and getting him?

I'm-I'm completely exhausted.

Oh, come on, Tim. You can
do better than that.

- Go scoop him up!
- All right!

Attaboy.
Spoken like a true boss.

Wherever the hell he is.

♪ ♪

Of all the gin joints, Popeye,

you drag me to this one?

- What took you so long?
- Oh, yeah.

It's nice to see you, too.

Oh.

What the hell do
you call that?

Necessary. Where you been?

Well, for one thing,

my Uber driver could barely
find this... establishment.

Not to mention,
I was mid-session

with another patient
when you called.

Had to leave her on
the verge of a breakthrough.

Want a beer?

No, I never day-drink.

Well, not never,

but never on
a workday.

And from the looks of that beer,
neither do you.

So talk to me.

What's the big emergency?

Rule Four. (clears throat)

Ah, the famous
Gibbs rules.

Lucky you... I brought
my Gibbs notebook.

"The best way to keep a secret

is to keep it to yourself."

Hey.

Look at me.

You're barely hanging on.

All right, got it.

Okay, then, so... secrets.

Who are we talking about?

Are you sure
you don't want a beer?

CALFA:
But how could Rick be dead?

And-and you think
McCarthy now, too?

Well, we, uh... we won't know
until we find him.

When was the last time you spoke
to either of them, Mr. Calfa?

Uh, spoke to both
just last month.

This annual phone call
we all do

on the anniversary of the raid.

It's an achievement
worth remembering.

It was more
to remember the guys we lost.

You know, survivor's guilt,
I guess you'd call it.

Yeah, none of us liked
talking about it much.

So Rick wasn't
the only quiet one.

They were good men.

Can you verify these annual
phone calls, Mrs. Wilson?

Well, I didn't realize
they were annual calls,

but I sure remember
the last one.

- What about it?
- Let's just say it got loud.

Even from behind
closed doors.

Loud, as in an argument?

Mm. About what,
I couldn't tell you.

But it's probably why I
never met these guys before.

I'm not sure they
got along too well.

CALFA: We were proud
to take down that bastard.

Excuse me.

Am I in danger?

We hope not.

But if your friend McCarthy
does turn up dead,

I'm afraid we've got to assume
a connection to Nazar Zakir.

Isn't he still locked up
in Gitmo?

He is,

but as you probably know,
demagogues like him have a knack

for attracting
unstable devotees.

So, this be might be some kind
of revenge for capturing Zakir?

Yeah, that,
or it could be personal.

CALFA:
Personal? How? What do you mean?

Well, we understand that you
and your buddies may have had

some issues.

Who told you that?

What matters is
whether it's true.

Whether we had issues?

(chuckles)
Who doesn't?

Look, we'd been through
a lot together,

but I'm not gonna sit here
and say we were bosom buddies.

That's kind of odd,

because usually
combat has a bonding effect.

Not everyone bonds the same.

What did you guys argue about
in your last phone call?

I don't know.
It-it was personal,

but I... I don't like
where this is going.

We're just...
we're just talking.

No, you're not.

You're implying something
I would never do.

And what's that?

I had my fill
of killing over there, okay?

Me, Rick and Jordan--
did we argue? Sure.

What about? I hardly remember,

but it was nothing
I would kill my brothers over.

- Now they're your brothers.
- Damn right! And brothers fight.

Okay, let's just
take a breath, all right?

I can't decide if
he's being sincere,

or if he's
protesting too much.

- And now I feel bad.
TORRES: Don't.

He sounds
guilty to me.

I'm not sure that he is.

What do you have, Ms. Hines?

An I.D.off the blood found
in McCarthy's apartment.

We assumed
it belonged to McCarthy.

Turns out it was a match
to our original victim.

You're saying
it was Rick's?

What was he doing
at McCarthy's place?

Will you excuse us, Mrs. Wilson?

In the future, Ms. Hines,

let's not disclose
sensitive information like that

in front of the victim's
next of kin, shall we?

I am so sorry, Director.

Well, now we know that
McCarthy's our suspect,

and not this guy.

Let's offer
Mr. Calfa protection.

Let's put a BOLO
on that McCarthy fellow.

Heroes being murdered
back home.

Living on a shoestring.

Homeless vets...
sleeping under highways.

It's not fair.

You can spend the
next hour, Popeye,

listing life's
many injustices,

but what does that have
to do with keeping secrets?

Mm. Scotty, can I get
a cold one, please?

Gibbs.

I did something

a long time ago

that was outside the law.

Be still, my
beating heart.

You wanted to know.

Yeah, and my expectations
let me down once again.

But according to the
rest of Rule Four here,

"The second best way
to keep a secret is

to tell one other person,
and the third..."

"There is no third best."

- Yeah. You know your rules.
- I wrote my rules.

So, who else have you told
this big secret to besides me?

Besides you,
I followed the rule at first.

I told only
one person.

- Thank you.
- And then?

And then, last week,
I had to tell my team.

My three best agents.

- Why did you tell them?
- Because they needed to know.

- And now I don't...
- Now?

Now, I don't know.

Well, of course you do.

Now that they know, has
the world come to an end?

It sure doesn't feel
the same to me.

Oh. How does it feel?

I trained my people

to take responsibility
for their actions.

And here I am, not taking it,

throwing it right back
in their face.

Oh. It's about
integrity.

Yeah, it's about integrity,
it's about character,

it's about all of it.

- All important things to you.
- Yes. Yes.

The only things
I have left.

Oh, baloney. So where
does that leave you?

What are you gonna do now?

Are you gonna turn yourself
into the authorities?

Will that square things
with the integrity gods?

It's what's fair.

- What? I was just kidding.
- I'm not.

Hold on. Is that why
you called me here?

To talk you out of
turning yourself in?

Yeah, or you can drop me off
at the police station.

- It's a block from here.
- Police station? Why not NCIS?

No, the police station.

I can't even believe we're
having this conversation.

You are actually considering
turning yourself in?

I'm way past considering.

For some outside-the-law thing
you did a million years ago?

It's more like 30.

Oh, my God, you really
want to do this.

Yeah. I have to.

BISHOP:
John Calfa declined our offer

of protection, Director,
but he knows not to go anywhere.

- And the BOLO on McCarthy?
- No hits just yet.

Only a matter of time.

No prior criminal record,

but McCarthy hasn't exactly
thrived since retirement.

In and out of work,
a few sobriety programs.

Yup, that would fit
his profile.

Director?

I recently spoke
with General Coyne.

He was the commander
of that Zakir mission.

He had nothing but praise for
his men, but he did point out

that McCarthy was a bit of loose
cannon-- prone to bad judgment,

impulsive choices.

Impulsive enough
to kill, Director?

Well, you do know how to make
an entrance, Dr. Mallard.

- What you got, Ducky?
- Yes, well, I dug

through the archives
for anything I could find

on the Zakir raid,
and I discovered

after his capture,
the Taliban leader insisted

that he had
$33 million stashed away,

and not the mere 30

that was turned in by these men.

They denied the allegation,
of course,

and the Pentagon saw it

as a weak attempt for Zakir

to discredit his captors, so,

no investigation
was ever launched.

So a discrepancy
of $3 million.

- Alleged discrepancy.
DUCKY: But if

one needed a motive

to eliminate one's accomplices,

I imagine even an alleged
$3 million might suffice.

Now, where the devil is Jethro?

♪ Honesty ♪

♪ Is such a lonely word ♪

♪ Everyone is so untrue... ♪

Kind of romantic
in a... boozy way.

♪ Honesty... ♪

I'm ready. Let's go.

Whoa. No, you're not
ready, and we're not going.

Yeah, you can drive
my truck. Come on.

You didn't call me to drive you.
You called me to talk, so talk.

- About what?
- Ah, you're so infuriating.

About the thing that you did
a million years ago.

Why now? Why, all of a sudden,
after all this time,

you grow a conscience?

The guilt's finally
catching up with you?

Wait. Wait. I-I never
felt guilty. I still don't.

What I did--
needed doing.

So you feel justified.
Why turn yourself in?

For 30 years, no one knew.

Like it never happened.

- But now that your secret's out...
- Now that it's out,

how do they look at it?

What do they think of me?

Since when do you care
what people think?

I've always cared
what they think of me.

Well, what might they think?
That you're a bad person?

Worse yet, do you feel
you're a bad person?

I arrested hundreds of bad people
doing bad things.

They all had justification
for what they did, just like me.

And that makes you
just like them?

- It makes me no different.
- I see.

Okay, Gibbs.

Lay it on me,
this justification,

whatever you did
that was so outside the law.

Who'd you kill and why?

Who said I killed anyone?

Would we be sitting here
if you pirated someone's cable?

I killed a man.

You've killed before.

Before I was an agent.

I killed him.

I shot him long-range

in cold blood

for killing my wife and
killing my daughter.

You got any good scotch?

Hey. How was the dentist?

What? Uh, oh, fine.

Just a cleaning.

Ooh, nothing like
a good teeth cleaning.

You know that feeling
when you rub your tongue

on the inside
of the bottom of your teeth?

Like, mmm, fresh and so clean.

Mm, what do you really want?

Uh...

Gibbs.

- Still no idea where he went?
- No.

- I was hoping you might know.
- Me?

No. I have no such superpower.

But I wouldn't worry
if I were you.

He can take care of
himself. He's a big boy.

Hmm.

He is a big boy
who just walked out

of a crime scene
a few hours ago.

- Is that what he did? Why?
- I don't know.

Uh, but I think it might
have to do with some secret

that he shared with us
last week, so...

A secret.

Are the initials
Pedro Hernandez,

by any chance?

- You know, too?
- It-it only seemed fair.

Gibbs knows quite a
few of mine, so...

McGEE: Hey.

- There you are.
- Hey.

Jack knows Gibbs's secret.

Really?

BISHOP:
Kind of makes you wonder

who else knows.
- Okay.

Stop wondering. I
am fairly certain

we are Gibbs' chosen few.
McGEE: Look, I would love

to talk about this right now,

but we just got a
hit on Th BOLO.

MPD has Jordan
McCarthy in custody.

Well, to be continued?

I have a feeling, yep.

Here's your man.
Jordan McCarthy.

He's not exactly in custody.

Two bullet wounds and no
I.D. Uniforms found him

and matched his
prints to your BOLO.

MAN: Hey, Captain.

Excuse me.

Two bullets to the chest.
Same as Wilson.

So if this is over $3 million
in stolen Taliban money...

And Calfa's
our only Marine left alive,

he's either
the next one to die, or...

Or he's our killer.

Yeah.

CALFA:
This is nuts.

You said I was free to go.
And what is it now?

Can't I just get on
with my life?

Get on with your life?

Is that what you were doing
when we caught you

packing your car for a quick getaway?
- What do you expect?

You've got me spooked.
What if it is Zakir?

One of his devotees,
like you said?

(sighs) Jordan.

So you got me back

for my own protection?

Unless this is about
that $3 million you skimmed

off Zakir's cash pile.

They never proved that.

Well, that's
certainly not a denial.

- Good as a confession for me.
DUCKY: No.

Not yet.
Check out his body language.

Wait, hang on, now. That...

that came out wrong.
I-I'm a little confused.

No, you're not. You're relieved.

Big secret's finally out.

No more burden to carry around.

See, I think you took
that money with a plan

to sit on it
until you guys retired.

But you got greedy.

You got rid of McCarthy

and used his phone
to get Wilson to come over.

You got rid of him, too.

- No.
- Yes, you did. Then you searched

Wilson's place
to make it look like a robbery,

and then you took off
with the $3 million.

Whoa. Whoa, no.

Slow down.
That part's all wrong.

Which part?

(exhales)

You know what? Never mind.

I'm-I'm done talking.

I want to see my lawyer.

Well, n-now you can celebrate.

(phone vibrating)

Well, looks like
we've got some good news.

Really?

Tell her?

I can go home?

- Sorry it took so long.
LORI: Does that mean

you caught the guy?

It wasn't Rick's
friend, was it?

I'm afraid we can't say more.

- But I can give you a ride home.
LORI: Yes.

Please. And thank you both.

We'll, uh, we'll likely have
some follow-up questions

over the next few days.

But out of curiosity,

did your husband ever mention

having a nest egg of any kind?

Nest egg?

You know, something
he may have stashed away

for retirement.

I wish.

You have no idea.

But if he did,
he certainly didn't tell me.

(pool balls clatter)

Mind you, I'm not one
to judge what you did,

but avenging your
family's murder...

- That's one hell of a justification.
- Doesn't make it right.

Yeah, but...

I've locked people up
for less than that.

I got it.

But let's table
this for a second.

I want
a little bit more context.

Tell me what's been going on
with you lately.

Nothing much.

Humor me.

I almost got shot last week.

- Couple times.
- Oh.

That's nothing much.

I was accused

of killing an ex-fiancée
who I thought died on 9/11.

Wow. Nothing, part two.

Anything else?

I had to burn one of my rules.

Really?

Which one?

Ten.

"Never get personally
involved in a case."

Why?

- Why'd you burn it?
- Thought it would help Bishop.

- And did it?
- I don't know.

Did it help you?

Does it look like
it helped me, Doc?

Oh, Gibbs.

- This is good.
- No.

It doesn't feel good.

(laughs) Which is great.

This might just point us
to your core issue.

My what?

What if Rule Ten served
as a security blanket?

- A firewall to your feelings.
- Oh, God, here we go.

Yeah, here we go.

Without Rule Ten, what if
you've been taking personally

every case since you started?

- Subconsciously.
- Every case.

In retrospect. What is that,
like, a thousand cases?

Falling like dominoes
right onto you.

I mean, talk about a weight
to carry around.

And what if under that weight,
it's pointing you

toward something
truly frightening?

Prison.

(chuckles): No. Forget
about turning yourself in.

I'm talking about the big "R."

- No.
- Retirement.

What if it's pointing you
towards thinking about...

No. (chuckles) Mm-mm.
...you know, maybe...

hanging it up?

- No.
- Oh.

Well, answer a little faster.

Don't take so long
to think about it.

I don't need to think about it.
I thought about it years ago.

The timing was not right.
Gibbs.

Years ago.

Will there ever be a right time?

(exhales)

I'm worried
about what I would do

without what I do.

The direction.

Structure.

NCIS centers me.

Without it...

Yeah, without it.

Scary stuff.

Mm-hmm.

All right. You're all good.

Coast is clear.

A lot to clean up.

You got friends to help?

Lots.

Many phone calls to
make, along with...

funeral arrangements.

Again, I'm-I'm sorry.

If, um...

if you ever need anything.

You've done so much already.

More than you know.

Thank you. (sniffles)

Okay. Good night.

Good night.

- Freeze! NCIS!
- Oh, God! Don't shoot!

Hands. Hands!
Let me see your hands.

Who are you?

Lori. Lori Wilson.
I-I live here.

What?

Wait, NCIS? What do you want?

Stay here.

Hang on, let me get my key.

I said I have my key.
You didn't have to...

What happened in here?

Where's Rick?

Rick?

Show me your I.D.
Where you been?

At my mother's in Florida.

I came back a day early
to surprise Richard.

Now where the hell is he?

Answer me.
Is Richard okay?

Where does Richard keep
his money?

What money? We don't have any...

Oh, no. Not the brooch.

What? What brooch?
Have we been robbed?

Please don't tell me...

What brooch?

The brooch. The Victoria brooch.

It's gone.

- They took it.
- Who are they?

I don't know,
but it's worth a fortune.

Where's Richard?

Compared to all the cash
Zakir had in his bunker,

what we took seemed
like nothing.

Couldn't believe it came
to $3 million.

Too much to smuggle
back home.

So, uh, Rick turned it
into merchandise.

Bought that Victoria brooch

from some fancy auction house
in Dubai.

And how did this
imposter get away?

Slipped out the back door,
hopped a fence,

but the neighbor said
that she drove off in a car.

BOLO's out?

On the car with her description.

Just a description? No photo?

Yeah, somehow
she was able to avoid

all the surveillance cameras.

All we have is
a few side angles.

CALFA: We were gonna
sell back the brooch,

and go our separate ways.

Besides you three
and Rick's wife,

who else knew about the brooch?

Well, I never told a soul, but
McCarthy could've told anybody.

Like maybe a special someone?

Mm, he had lots of someones,
none I'd call special,

but, uh, his last
was this crazy Russian.

Olga or Helga.

Could this be her?

CALFA:
Ah, hard to say.

But no matter.
When we talked last month,

he was getting ready
to dump her.

The Victoria brooch.

I found it on
an auction house website.

The king of Spain gave this
to Queen Victoria herself,

current value:
$2.8 million.

Son of a bitch.

She was wearing it.
The whole day.

She was playing us
and I missed it.

No, we all missed it.
Yeah, and you know why?

- Gibbs... and his big secret.
McGEE: That's not why.

We were distracted, McGee.
Don't blame it on Gibbs.

Why not?
He's not here, is he?

Hey, Nick, this
thing with Gibbs

might have knocked us
all off our game a bit,

but don't tell the entire
squad room, okay?

Look, I didn't care what he did
in the first place.

It's not a big deal.

Uh, it is a big deal
to some of us.

It was to me when I first heard.

See, I still want to know what
he expects us to do about it.

Really, Tim?

With that again? Like what?

That's a bigger question
we can't answer right now.

Yeah, because we have
bigger things to do,

like catching
this sneaky lady here.

Was she really wearing
$3 million on her jacket?

That makes me sweat
just saying it.

She must have found
it right before we got

to the house, Nick.
- Yeah.

She pinned it on
and played us for suckers.

Suckers who now have
a proper I.D.

Kasie, don't mess with me.
Who's messing?

Did you not pour this
lady a glass of water

in the conference
room this morning?

Wait, are you-- mm.

- Are you telling me...?
- I'm telling you

that she clearly tried
to wipe it clean,

but missed a spot and left me
with a partial print.

BISHOP:
I don't believe it. That's her.

I'm updating the BOLO.

Inga Petrov, 36, and a
former FSB specialist,

emigrated from the
Ukraine in 2007,

and according to Interpol,
has been using her skills

to pull off various scams
and cons ever since.

Huh. At least
you got taken by a pro.

- Who's also now a killer.
- You're a genius.

- A simple thank you will due.
- How about a hit on the BOLO?

- Already?
- It happens.

Inga Petrov booked a flight
to Costa Rica yesterday.

It leaves tonight from Reagan.

I'll call airport security.

Call from the car. Let's go.

So let's make
a little deal.

You may not be retiring,

but you're not turning
yourself in, either.

Eh, we'll see.

Gibbs, I will gladly

pick this up again in the morning.
- Okay.

- Okay... for now.
- Okay?

MAN:
We're gonna start on this again?

WOMAN: You're the one
that started this.

MAN:
You always say that.

And that's our cue.

What?

My team.

Oh, again with the team.

You've trained
them well enough.

If they have a problem
with what you did, Gibbs,

they're gonna let
you know about it.

MAN:
You don't tell me when to quit.

- I'll tell you when I quit.
WOMAN: Okay.

- Stop already.
- Don't tell me to stop.

- Don't do this, baby, please.
- Don't do what?

This. Don't do this.
I'm sorry.

You don't tell me nothing,
got it?

(groans)

Why did you
have to do that?

What is wrong with you?

You see, this is why
you can't go anywhere.

The world needs more Gibbs
right where he is.

MAN:
Is it broke?

WOMAN: This is the final
boarding call for Flight 6805

to San José, Costa Rica,
now boarding at Gate 3.

Please have
your boarding pass ready.

Hey, Inga.

Where's the brooch?

Safely packed away, I hope.

I spent a year
with that loser,

just waiting for him to cash in.
- Mm.

And then he dumped you.

I tried to reason with him.

With Rick, too, but
they wouldn't listen.

I kept their secret, and
for that, I deserved a piece.

I couldn't just let them
cut me out, could I?

No more than you
can talk me out of this.

Or... maybe you could
come with me?

Maybe.

But then what would
my friends say?

So where's your head now,
Popeye?

They never say thank you.

Who's "they"?

That woman? Oh, please.

You get plenty of thanks.

And besides, it doesn't matter
what she did,

it matters what you did.

Everyone else
just stood there watching,

while you did something.

And everyone's
grateful for that,

whether they say
anything or not.

And while we're on
the subject of doing things...

What's your endgame,
anyway?

My endgame?

Well, if not prison
or retirement,

then how do you want
all this to end for you?

When will you ever be able
to say "mission accomplished"?

I owe too much to my team.

Yeah, but until when?

Until you die?

I mean, would that be the
ideal way for you to end this?

You know, a hero's exit.

Jumping on a grenade
to save everybody.

(laughing): There are a lot
worse ways to go than that.

You know,
it reminds me...

Who was that old actress?

Uh, I can't remember her name.

When she was near the end
of her life, someone asked her

if she wanted to be buried
or cremated, and she said:

"Just throw me into
those bright lights, baby."

(both laugh)

Sound about right?

Yeah, I like that.

Mm.

(knocking on door)

- Oh, good.
- Hey.

Burning the midnight oil.

I got your text.
You said to wait.

And it's only 10:30.

I hated running out on you
like that. Middle of a session.

Uh, no worries.
Emergencies happen.

Mm-hmm.
So...

How is he?

He?

Right.

He's okay, but I'm here
to finish with you.

Felt like you were on
the verge of getting past

your feelings
about your daughter.

Right. Okay.

Okay. You want to talk here,
or, please, let's grab a drink?

No, please. No drinks.
Talk here.

Okay.

So... where did we leave off?

Well, right before
my phone rang,

you used the words,
"I feel alone."

(sighs) I don't think
that's quite what I meant.

Then what did you mean?

Um...

There's no one I can talk to.

I... can't talk

to my daughter... at all.

Can't open up to my friends.

And the one person that I...

want to open up to the most...

I'm not sure they feel
the same way I do, so...

"Feel the same way" as in...

You sure you don't want
to grab that drink?

(Bishop exhales)

Uh... Gibbs?

What the hell?
Oh, not the hair again.

BISHOP: Where have you
been all day?

I took some lost time.

- At the barber shop?
- Nick.

What did I miss?

Oh, not much.

Uh, yeah, no,
just another day.

We get the bad guy?

Actually, we...

Never mind. It's, uh,
too late, too long a story.

Yeah, and since we started
out this day exhausted,

um, you're gonna have to wait
till tomorrow for an update.

All right.

Fair enough.

I'll see you then.

Anything else you want
to talk about, boss?

Uh, you tell me.

Anything we should...
talk about?

Anything at all?

No, sir.

Nothing.

Unless there's something
that you want to talk about.

No. No.

I'm good.

Night.

VANCE:
Gibbs!

Where the hell have you been?

Leon, what? What's the matter?

It's Fornell.

You need to get
to Mercy Point Hospital. Fast.

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