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What's going on,
Virginia Beach?

Yo! Yo! Y'all ready to get this started?

Are you ready? Hey, how you feeling?

Maybe you didn't hear me.
I said, how you feeling, Virginia Beach?

All right! Y'all ready for me
to bring out these women?

All right. All right. Let's get started.

Our first contestant is a teacher,
and enjoys long, hard math problems.

Please give a warm welcome to Monica!

God bless you, baby. Man!

All right, our next young lady
is a Capricorn,

and one of Jamel's personal favourites.

Say hello to Tina!

Our third contestant is a Navy girl.
So stand at attention, boys.

This is the beautiful Tiffany!

Do we have a contestant number three?

Well, apparently,
Tiffany had some place better to be.

What's new, pussycat?

Hey, Tony. Digging the tie. Is it new?

Yeah, I just got it last weekend.
It's Zegna.

-I like.
-I'm glad.

I paid over 100 bucks for it.

-Why do you always do that?
-What?

You always have to announce
how much you paid for your clothes.

-It's weird.
-What's weird?

Abby asked me a question
about my tie. I answered.

It's called a conversation, Kate.

No, Abby asked you if it was new.

She didn't ask you
how much you paid for it.

The two things have no correlation.

Yeah, but if I didn't pay for it,
then it wouldn't be new, now would it?

Look, what is the point of bragging to us

about how much you spend
on your clothes?

We work with you.
We all know how much you make.

I don't.

Look, all I'm trying to say
is that it's not very professional.

Gibbs would never walk in here

and tell us
how much he paid for his shirt.

That's because the prices
have been pretty consistent at Sears

since the late '70s.

We have a body in Virginia Beach.

-McGee?
-Yeah.

-Call Ducky.
-You got it.

Hey, boss,
have you had a chance to sign off

on that missing person's report
I gave you?

No, DiNozzo, I haven't.

I tried to get to it last night
but Sears was having a sale.

So when you found the body,
you were alone?

-Give it five seconds.
-Until what?

-Until he notices there's a...
-Bikini contest?

It's over, DiNozzo.

Gear up.

Agent Gibbs?

Lieutenant Sommers,
Virginia Beach Police.

-I assume you wanna take this one.
-You assume correctly, Lieutenant.

As soon as we found
her Norfolk ID card, we cleared out.

I brought in extra men
just to seal off the area.

Bikini doesn't leave much room
for an ID.

There was a small beach bag
next to her in the stall.

What is Volt Entertainment?

It's a local cable channel
that caters to men.

-They air all the contests.
-I'll get a dub.

-Who discovered the body?
-An elderly woman at about 1400.

She notified one of my men
shortly after. She was pretty frantic.

-Where is she?
-She's in my car, back there.

You don't want to see her, Agent Gibbs?

Kate!

-He's not really one for chit-chat.
-I can see that.

Are there any more girls
from the bikini contest?

-Hey, DiNozzo!
-Right behind you, boss.

That is one hell of a swirlie.

A swirlie?

You take a kid by the ankles,
dunk him in the toilet, then flush.

Usually reserved for dorks.
Does it look familiar, probie?

I don't think so.

Noogies, sure.
Wedgies, an occasional melvin.

But no.

If you two don't start working,
I will show you hazing.

And the Marine Corps does not do
wedgies or noogies or melvins.

Thank you, boss.

DiNozzo, measure
and sketch these footprints.

-You think she made them, boss?
-Well, they match her shoes.

Not smudged. No sign of panic.
Think she went to the toilet voluntarily?

No sign of a struggle.
No bruises on her arms or neck.

-Why wouldn't she run or fight back?
-Maybe she didn't have a chance to.

She could've been
in the vomiting position

when she was attacked.

-That's good, DiNozzo.
-Thanks, boss.

And get down on the floor
and start sketching the footprints.

This is a public restroom, boss.
It's really disgusting.

It could be worse.

-How could it be worse?
-Could be a men's room.

-Jethro.
-Hey, Duck.

DiNozzo and McGee will be done
in a few minutes.

Oh, no hurry. It takes time to do
detailed and concise work.

Mr Palmer here
finishes his work quite quickly.

Thank you, Doctor.

People,
please clear the boardwalk.

Well, thank you, Sergeant Klein.
You have been very helpful.

-My pleasure.
-Thanks.

Her name was
Petty Officer Tiffany Jordan.

Her CO said she was deployed
on the USS Monroe for the last 57 days.

Ship returned to port yesterday
about this time.

What did the witness say?

She doesn't usually
use public restrooms. Has a phobia.

Well, this won't help.

-Victim's address?
-9375 Rosewood Drive, Norfolk.

Come on, let's go.

-She is all yours, boys.
-Thank you, gentlemen.

Mr Palmer...

I love the beach.
Reminds me of college.

I thought you went to Ohio State.

I'm talking about spring break, probie.

Every year my buddies
and I'd hop in the car

and head down to Panama City.

At MIT we never did
the whole spring break thing.

Go figure.

Okay, so is it as wild
as it looks on MTV?

Probie, my stories alone
could make you a man.

Is something wrong, Doctor?

Her head is in the toilet, Mr Palmer.

Right, sorry.

I've just never seen you hesitate before.

When a person is
as experienced as I am,

it's rare to come across something
you've never seen before.

How long has she been here?

Roughly, two,
maybe three hours.

That is incredible.
You know, you have a real gift.

Give yourself time, Mr Palmer.

I've been doing this

since long before
you were a twinkle in your mother's eye.

Or even your mother's mother.

You know, some people find it strange,
our profession.

Yes, so I've heard.

Did you ever consider
another line of work?

I suppose so.

Yes, I think there comes a time
in everybody's life

when they stop and wonder
if what they're doing is meaningful.

-It's only healthy.
-Really? What other kind of...

Shortly after I graduated
from Edinburgh Medical School,

I gave serious consideration
to a career in teaching.

Yes, in fact, I heard there was
a vacancy at Eton, my alma mater.

-I almost applied.
-Well, why didn't you?

I loved the idea
of teaching the world's youth.

Yeah, but then I realised that,
deep down, academia was not for me.

I could never picture myself

giving those long, rambling,
esoteric lectures.

Me either, Doctor.

Now, let's get you out of here, my dear.

She keeps a clean place.

Yeah, well, she probably
didn't see much of it.

"Battling the Bulge by Jeff Drixon."

Looks to me like Jeff is losing the battle.

"How To Lose 15 Pounds In 15 Days.
Losing Is A Choice."

They're all weight-loss books.

These are all workout videos.

Preoccupied with weight loss,
vomiting before her attack,

it sounds like an eating disorder.

Gibbs, take a look at this.

"Tiff, I hope you enjoyed my letters.

"I live for the day
that we can be together. Love, Jon."

Romantic.

Flowers are fresh.
And he delivered them himself.

How do you know that?

Florists put their insignia on their cards.
This card is blank.

Don't you ever get flowers?

I don't like gifts that require attention.

These are all bills from before she left.
Where are the letters?

-You think she trashed them?
-She never got them.

She's been at sea
for the past two months.

Right. So yesterday she should have
returned home to a stack of mail.

She did what people do
when they take a trip.

She had her mail stopped.

Where have you been?

I missed lunch,
so I decided to go out for a snack. Why?

We're heading to the USS Monroe.

I set up an interview with
Petty Officer Jordan's former rackmate.

-Can I have two minutes to eat?
-Get anything for me?

-No, I only had a few dollars.
-Then there's no time.

No food in the truck.

-What?
-Gibbs' rules, not mine.

On second thought, I think the rule
is that there's no eating in Autopsy.

The truck's okay.

Why are you breathing like that?
What's wrong with you?

I'm not feeling so hot. I don't like boats.

It's not a boat, it's a ship.
And it's docked.

It doesn't matter.

As soon as I get on the water,
I immediately start feeling queasy.

Well, that's not a great trait
for someone who investigates the Navy.

I'm feeling dizzy.

Well, it's a good thing
you didn't eat that burger.

Could've been embarrassing.

I can't believe this happened, sir.

She was such a great person.

Do you know of anyone
that may have been angry with Tiffany?

Not at all.

Tiff was friends with everyone.

We all loved her.

-Sir, are you sure you're okay?
-Oh, yeah.

No, I just haven't
gotten my sea legs yet.

Can I get you anything?
Some Dramamine maybe?

Well, I already took six.

You know what? I'll be fine.
Don't worry about me.

-Had Tiffany been sick?
-I don't think so. Why?

It appears she may have been vomiting
when she was attacked.

Is there something we should know?

She came to me about a month ago,

and said there was something
that could

potentially ruin her career in the Navy.

What do we have, Duck?

Well, no shortage of water in her lungs.
She definitely drowned.

Any internal damage?

Her oesophagus is quite worn,
as if she'd been vomiting excessively.

Was she bulimic?

Possible, but not probable.

Her throat shows little evidence
of self-regurgitation.

Preliminary tests conclude
that her bout with hyperemesis

was caused by a hormonal imbalance.

Particularly, a drastic rise
in her oestrogen level.

-Morning sickness?
-Indeed.

Our young exhibitionist was pregnant.

It's Petty Officer Tiffany Jordan,
J-O-R-D-A-N.

No, I was just on hold.

A warrant will take days.
I need her mail now.

Well, I understand that it's federal.

That's not soon enough.

Is the ocean view partial or panoramic?

Oh, sweet.
Oh, yeah.

-And the bar's in the lobby?
-Yeah.

That sounds great!

Oh, yeah.

All right. Yeah, I'll talk to you soon.
Thank you. Thanks.

We're working,
you're planning a vacation.

Oh, it's not just a vacation, Kate.

It's spring break.

-You've got to be kidding me.
-No.

I talked to my frat brothers last night,
just booked the hotel today.

The wheels on the party bus
are now in motion.

-Let me guess. Panama City.
-Oh, yeah.

Palm trees, mai tais and co-eds
all week long, probie.

Don't you think
you're just a little old for spring break?

I can bong a beer in under six seconds.
Believe me, I'll fit right in.

Abby didn't find any foreign prints
on the bouquet or the beach bag,

and that means one of you
had better give me a lead.

DiNozzo.

I talked to Petty Officer Jordan's
rackmate from the Monroe.

She said Jordan bought
an early pregnancy test

during a brief stop at King's Bay.

Well, she knew she was pregnant.
Any idea about the father?

She used a pay phone to call him
but his cell was turned off.

She said she left a message.

That's your worst nightmare, Tony.

-How's it going with those letters, Kate?
-I'm working on it. Thanks, Tony.

How long?

-Two days, three, tops.
-You've got four.

-Really?
-Hours.

Sounds about right.

McGee.

Are you waiting for me
to announce you?

No, I'm sorry.

I pulled the phone records
from Petty Officer Jordan's apartment.

Only one call since she returned.
It was yesterday at 1100 to a Lisa Kerr.

Two hours prior
to Ducky's estimated time of death.

-This address her work or her home?
-Both.

-She's an at-home yoga instructor.
-Good job, McGee.

-DiNozzo, you're with me.
-Right behind you, boss.

Three hours, 58 minutes.

Doctor, could you come here
for a second?

-What is it, Mr Palmer?
-I'm not sure.

-What do you think?
-It looks like some sort of paraffin wax.

Yeah, it reminds me of a product
my grandfather used to use.

He put a little of it
on either end of his moustache.

Gave him the handlebar look.

Well, that doesn't make sense.

It was well before your time.
Back then it was a very popular look.

It epitomised high society.

No, no, not about your grandfather.

Why would she have this stuff
in her hair?

Well, I would surmise
it was on the killer's hands.

Get it up to Abby right away.

Thanks for having me
come along, boss.

I know when it comes to women,
sometimes I get a little distracted.

I just want to let you know that
I appreciate this vote of confidence.

What I'm trying to say is
I'm not gonna let you down.

I'm gonna be attentive and meticulous
to every detail in my notes.

Oblivious to any distraction.

We're here.

DiNozzo!

Oh. Yeah.

I'm with you, boss.

DiNozzo, your PDA.

Right.

There it is. Got it. Sorry about that.

-Not a great start, huh, boss?
-Could've been better.

Sorry.

Try to get your forehead
to the ground.

Nice long stretch.
Let the head just hang.

Lisa Kerr?

-Yes?
-Hi.

Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.
Special Agent DiNozzo.

-We have a few questions for you.
-Of course. Yeah.

-Sally?
-Yeah.

Can you just take over the class
for a second?

-Oh, sure. Sure.
-Thanks.

-I don't know if it's hit me yet.
-You were close?

As close as you can be
to a girl in the Navy.

I mean, she was here
for one month and gone the next.

How'd you meet?

She signed up for my tantric yoga class
a little over a year ago.

It combines physical fitness

with the ability to heighten a woman's
pleasure during prolonged lovemaking.

I'll reboot.

Who was Tiffany
romantically involved with?

Never known her to date anyone.

In fact, she was the only one
in the class

who was there for physical fitness.

She wanted to lose 10 pounds
for a shoot.

-Shoot?
-Yeah.

She was doing a spread
with two other girls for GSM.

It was called Naughty In The Navy.

Hit stands a couple of months ago.

I remember that issue.
It was a good layout.

-What is GSM?
-Get Some Magazine.

It's like Playboy but less risqué.

They both have really great articles.

The Navy respond?

Oh, it was revealing but it wasn't nude.
So she got a slap on the wrist.

I got a copy of it inside.
Do you guys wanna see it?

-That won't be necessary.
-Why won't it?

I make a point of keeping all my copies.

Like I said, great articles.

Tiffany called you yesterday?

Yeah, she said that
she was back in town

and that she wanted to see me
that night, and she needed to talk to me.

-About what?
-Never said.

Hey, Lisa!
-Hey, how was it?

It was all blown out.

Not a wave worth paddling after.

Should've gone with me
for the a.m. sets.

The waves were overhead
and clean all morning.

They're from NCIS.
Guys, this is my fiancé, Kevin Holt.

-Hey.
-Hey.

-S0, any suspects yet?
-We're working on it.

Girl gets murdered in public
during a bikini contest.

I don't know,
you'd think it'd be pretty simple.

You'd think.

We're finished here.

-What is this stuff?
-Bikini glue.

The contestants use it to keep
their suit bottoms from riding up.

-Really?
-Yep.

I used to go through sticks
of that stuff when I was in the circuit.

There's so much
you don't know, McGee.

Was this what Jimmy found in her hair?

No. I compared both substances.

The stuff in her hair is thicker.
It's more like a wax.

-How's Kate doing on time?
-Down to eight minutes.

-Seven. Your watch must be slow.
-Kate. You made it.

-What's this?
-Don't ask.

So how'd you do it?

Did I ever tell you about
that feeb in mail fraud

-that's always flirting with me?
-Yeah.

I called him.

You didn't say
you'd go out with him, did you?

Not exactly. I read him Section 22-A

of the Federal Government
Sexual Harassment Code

and then I told him I needed a favour.

Right on!

I've never seen so much crap.

This is why I've liberated myself
from paper mail.

-Why does that not surprise me?
-I don't even have a mailbox.

If it doesn't come electronically,
I am not getting it.

Okay, we'll each take a third
and filter through it.

I love it when you're rough, McGee.

I knew she looked familiar.

Who?
-Lisa Kerr.

She's the daughter of Mr Kerr.
You know, from Mr Kerr's Cupcakes?

-Yeah. Well, that explains the house.
-And she's in all the commercials.

And it was driving me crazy

‘cause I was trying to figure out
where I knew her from.

Why didn't you just ask her?

-l was kind of afraid to.
-Why?

Well,

I've had a lot of short-lived relationships

and I kind of have a hard time
remembering all of them.

I have the same problem with ex-wives.

The name's Jonathan Redding.

He's written our victim four letters
in the last six weeks.

And the writing indicates classic stalker.
If he can't have her, no one can.

Sounds like our guy.

-We have a return address?
-Cellblock F.

He's in the Danville correctional facility.

It can't ever be easy.

Well, I still think we should talk to him.

I mean, we can't just
ignore evidence like this.

What evidence?
The guy's still in prison.

Not anymore.

I just spoke to
Danville's assistant warden.

Jonathan Redding
was paroled 13 days ago.

Jonathan Redding was arrested
for assault and battery in May of '01.

He had two priors before that.

Violation of a restraining order
and possession of narcotics.

Two of his three arrests
involved ex-girlfriends.

We locate him?

I phoned his registered address,
they claim they haven't seen him.

His parole officer?

I phoned him as well.
Still waiting to hear back.

I'm gonna call him again.

This guy definitely fits the profile.

All we have is a rap sheet
and some fan mail.

Even if we find him,
we can't detain him.

That may not be true, boss.

Redding's former cellmate
saw the murder on the news.

He says he has some information
we should hear.

In exchange for what?

Depending on what he gives us,
the D.A. may cut him a deal.

Take Todd. Find out what he knows.

You got it.

Kate, with me.

You ever interrogate a prisoner, Kate?

Yes, Tony.
I've been at this for a while now.

Well, it's important to remember
you can never let your guard down.

An inmate, unlike a civilian,
has nothing to lose.

Yeah, but this inmate, Tony,
asked to speak to us.

He wants to do the right thing.

He's a felon and that's the way
we're gonna treat him.

Open the gate!

How long were you
and Jonathan Redding cellmates?

Six or seven months.

Which is it, Luke? Six or seven?

What's with the third degree?
I'm trying to help you guys.

Then answer the question.

Well, he came in right
around my birthday.

So I guess it was closer to seven.

So you gave him the magazine
with Tiffany's picture?

When was it that you started
to believe that Jonathan was...

You're an Alpha Chi Delta?

From Rutgers. '91.

Ohio State. '89!

-No way!
-Yeah, dude!

Are you in touch
with any of the brothers?

I try to.
Well, these days it's not that easy.

-Oh, yeah.
-You?

Well, I'm still best friends with three
of the guys from my pledge class.

In fact, we're heading down
to Florida for spring break!

-Oh, that's awesome, man.
-Yeah, yeah.

-Oh, I used to love spring break.
-Panama City!

Palm trees!

No, that's all for now.
Thanks very much.

Boss, I located Redding.

He is working
at the Water Wheel Carwash.

It's only two miles away from where
Petty Officer Jordan was attacked.

We should've had him three hours ago.

I'm sorry about that.
I kept hitting dead ends.

Learn to anticipate, McGee.

-Anticipate?
-Always think a step ahead.

You shouldn't have to ever waste time
deciding what to do next.

Anticipate.

-Yeah, Gibbs.
-According to his cellmate,

Redding stared
at Petty Officer Jordan's photos

for hours at a time.

And then the letters started.

-You think he was obsessed?
Oh, yeah.

He found her address over the Internet,

and said his plan was to contact her
when he was released.

-He didn't wanna live without her.
-Or her to live without him.

-McGee track down an address?
-Yeah, we're on our way.

-Hey, McGee. Get the...
-Keys to the car.

Keys to the car.

We're a little out of place here, McGee.

Feels like high school.

-What the hell is that?
-I believe it's an Escalade, boss.

-The wheels, McGee.
-Oh, the rims. They're called spinners.

-What's the point?
-It's a hip-hop thing.

The more I know, the less I understand.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Your sedan looks like
it could use a wash.

We're looking for Jonathan Redding.

I'm Rodney, Jon's supervisor.

-Something I can help you with?
-Yeah, you can point him out to us.

He's right over there.
I've got him driving today.

Jon do something wrong?

Jonathan Redding!

Stop! Federal agents!

Where is he going?

Redding!

Redding!

Redding, stop!

Anticipate, McGee.

Luke was right. This dude is creepy.

Do you realise you've been talking
about Luke since we left?

He's a good guy.

He's a criminal, Tony,
and you have a man crush on him.

I do not have a man crush.
I just feel bad for the guy, that's all.

Well, I just don't understand
what it is about men and their fraternity.

It's like this pact to get drunk and laid
supersedes everything.

Okay, getting drunk and laid
is only like 90% of it,

and the rest is
brotherhood and solidarity.

Or if you ask me,
it's as juvenile as spring break.

-You ever been on spring break, Kate?
-Yes, I have, Tony.

Panama City, junior year.

But unlike the girls you're going to see,

my friends and I conducted ourselves
with complete dignity.

Sounds like a blast.

Finally. I've been
sitting here 20 minutes!

I'm sorry, Jon.

I asked them to put out refreshments,
and they must have forgotten.

-Why am I here?
-Because killing people is illegal.

-I didn't kill anyone!
-Then why did you run?

Because I owed the wrong people
a lot of money when I went away.

Drugs?

And now that I'm out,
they're looking to collect.

I saw you two guys coming at me
and I reacted.

-He's lying.
-Well, if he is, he's pretty good.

Hey. What'd I miss?

Who dressed you?

Look, I chased this joker
through the carwash, all right?

What? We came straight here.
This is all I had that was clean.

Your gym clothes were clean?

Who would've guessed?

-Where did you get this?
-The same place I got the other three.

Petty Officer Jordan's P.O. box.

She never got them?

Is that why you killed her?
Because she wouldn't respond to you?

I didn't Kill her.

I loved her.

Where were you Saturday
between 12:00 and 1:15 p.m.?

I was there. I was at the contest.

You're not helping
your cause much here, Johnny Boy.

I went there
because I wanted to talk to her.

Tell her how much she means to me.

Why didn't you tell her that
when you delivered the flowers?

'Cause she wasn't home.

So I left them at the door.

I didn't see her at the contest, either.
I waited, but she never came out.

Did you go by yourself?

Yep.

Showed up about a half-hour
before it started.

I stood right in front of the stage
until it was over.

I didn't Kill her.

I just wanted to be a part of her life.

You have to believe me.

-What's the problem, Abs?
-I'm not really sure.

The picture was crystal clear
when I tested it.

There we go.

-What happened?
-Tony forgot to rewind.

Thanks, Abs.

-You already watched this?
-I glanced at it.

He took it home.

What is wrong with you?

It's like you have
some sort of a sickness.

I had a hunch
there might be something on it.

Yeah, like10 half-naked women.

-Cue it up from the beginning.
-Got it.

It was a two-camera shoot.

One was on the stage and the other
was on the crowd for reactions.

Fast-forward to around noon.

Stop. Zoom in on B.

That's him right there. Keep running it.

He's where he said he was.

Yeah, but he still has until 1:15
to slip away.

Speed it up, Abs.

It's past 1:15, boss.
-He's telling the truth.

Jonathan Redding did not Kill
Petty Officer Jordan.

-Where's Gibbs?
-I don't know.

But we do report to him, remember?

-I think I found us a lead.
-Where?

Honestly, Tony, you need help.

You'll sing a different tune
when I show this to Gibbs.

Show me what?

I was thumbing through
Petty Officer Jordan's layout,

and I found something
I thought you should see.

These two photos weren't taken
by the magazine.

-They got them from her.
-Why?

Something GSM likes to do.

Gives the reader a voyeuristic look
into the girls' lives.

Who do you think took the photos?

-Probie, back it up a little bit.
-Sorry.

In the article, Petty Officer Jordan
said they were taken by her boyfriend.

I thought she didn't date.

Well, she was pregnant, McGee.
There's only one way that can happen.

-Did you contact GSM?
-I did.

They said that the photos were taken

by a local photographer
named Jason Kaplan.

-He's a freelancer they work with a lot.
-Check it out.

Okay, don't worry, boss.
I'll keep it professional.

Yeah, I know you will
because Kate's going with you.

-l am?
-It seems like an in-and-out job, boss.

Are you sure that
that's really necessary?

He's sure.

This guy has the life.

He spends all day photographing
the world's hottest women.

-I'm sure his mom is proud.
-What's that supposed to mean?

Those pictures are demeaning.
They make women look like sex objects.

You need to loosen up.

The human body is a beautiful thing.
It should be admired.

You're right, Tony.
The human body is a beautiful thing.

Gorgeous. Don't move an inch.

I feel nauseous.

Great. Okay, guys, let's take five.

Todd, you want to make sure
to keep them oiled up.

Sorry to keep you waiting.
But I didn't want to

break the zone.

-I take it this isn't for GSM?
No.

No, this is for Sports Monthly.

You're looking at three members
of the US water polo team.

Great uniforms.

Is there anywhere else
that we could talk?

-I guess we could talk in my office.
-That'd be great.

Tiffany Jordan. I couldn't believe
when I saw her on the news.

Such a cute girl.
Camera really loved her.

We were wondering
about the two small photos

at the bottom of her layout.

Article said they were taken
by her boyfriend.

That's between her and the magazine.

My job is just to send in the pictures

and get consent
from whoever took them.

-Do you have that release on file?
-Sure. Yeah.

I keep records of everything.

Personally, I find it insulting
that magazines publish amateur photos.

I spent four years
in photography classes.

It took me months to get published.

Kevin Holt is Lisa Kerr's fiance.

Why would he have any reason
to photograph Tiffany in the bedroom?

Lisa might be wondering
the same thing.

Hey, what do you have, Abs?
-A serious hatred of wax.

I think you look stressed.

I compared our victim's wax
to over 100 different products.

Each more just one molecule
different than the next.

-Do you know how small a molecule is?
-I do.

-Shut up, McGee.
-I really like this new Abby.

And after many fun-packed hours
with nothing but wax, I found a match.

-Does that say "Sex Wax"?
-That it does.

It comes in Cool, Warm, and Tropical.

-How does it work?
-Don't worry about it, probie.

-I'm pretty sure you still need a girl first.
It's not like that.

Mr Zog's Sex Wax is a brand name.
It's made for surfers.

-Surfers?
-Yeah.

They put it on their boards
to help with traction.

Hello, Kevin.

Oh, my friends from NCIS.

-What do you know, boys?
-More than you'd like us to.

Come again?

We know about your relationship
with Tiffany Jordan.

What relationship?

Her and Lisa were friends.
I barely knew her.

Yeah, well, you knew her well enough
to take intimate photos of her.

You do that with all of Lisa's friends?

Your lighting needed work.

Look, fellows, it's not what you think.

Okay? Her and I, we hung out
a couple of times, you know?

It was totally innocent.

She asked me to help take some photos
for this magazine, so I helped her out.

Generous of you.

-Lisa know about the photos?
-No.

No, she didn't even know
that Tiffany and I were friends.

Well, with nothing going on,
why the big secret?

Look, Lisa is very insecure.

Okay, I come home
from a weekend surf tournament,

she'd smell my clothes for perfume.

I even caught her going
through my e-mail a couple of times.

Look at that, boss.
She's suffocating him,

and all he's doing is taking
lingerie shots of her girlfriends.

It's not what you think.

I wasn't sleeping with Tiffany.

Good. Then you won't mind submitting
a DNA sample.

Why?

What, you have the killer's DNA?

All right, fine. You know what?

You want me to take your test,
I'll take your test.

I got nothing to hide.

We have a winner!
Tony, tell us what he's won.

Well, Abby, he's won
an all-expenses-paid iron vacation

to sunny Leavenworth.

-Keep your day job.
-May not be an option.

What about his prints?

I compared them to the prints

that Tony and McGee got from
the beach restroom. They didn't jive.

We must've lifted hundreds of prints.
You sure you ran them all?

No, McGee. About midway through
I got tired so I was just, like, "Screw it."

Just thought I'd check.

Okay, so he didn't leave any prints.

All that proves is that
he's more careful at a crime scene

than he is in the bedroom.

I agreed to take a test.

I didn't agree to spend the whole night
in this tiny room.

This is a luxury suite
compared to what you're looking at.

What are you talking about?

You lied to us, Kev.

I don't know what you're talking
about. I didn't lie to you about anything.

You told us that you
and Tiffany were just...

What's going on?
What is Kevin still doing here?

Yeah. We were just friends.

The evidence leads us to believe
he was involved in Tiffany's murder.

Oh, no. That's ridiculous.
He's not capable of killing anyone.

I got good news
and I got bad news.

Which do you want to hear first?

Tiffany was pregnant,

and there is a 99.98% probability

that you are the father.

-Tiff was pregnant?
-I decided to go with the bad news.

I had no idea.

He cheated on me?

I can't believe he cheated on me.
I've given him everything.

-You never suspected?
-Why would I? She's my friend.

It'll be okay.

-Get her a glass of water, McGee.
-You bet.

I still don't believe he killed her.

I thought you said
there was some good news.

Right. I almost forgot.

There is a .02% chance
that you're gonna walk out of here.

All right, look, I...

I screwed up, okay? I admit that.
But I am not a killer.

The last time that I saw Tiff
was right before we left,

and we both decided
that we'd end it then.

You're not a very reputable guy, Kev.
Why should we believe you?

Because I'm telling you the truth.

If you didn't have anything to do
with this, why'd you avoid us?

What are you talking about?
I never avoided you.

We've been calling you for two days.
I left four messages on your cell phone.

He's lying.
He never left him any messages.

How do you know?

Sure you don't wanna call your lawyer?

I didn't do anything wrong.
I just wanna get this over with.

It must've been a shock
when you heard Tiffany's message.

No one would blame you
for being angry.

I didn't listen to any message, okay?

I wouldn't invade
Kevin's privacy like that.

You didn't have any problem
searching through his e-mail.

He told you that?

We lifted your fingerprint
from this glass.

It matches a print we found
a few feet from Tiffany's body.

I think I'd like to call my lawyer now.

I think that's probably a good idea.

-I thought you were leaving.
-I'm on my way.

-See you next week.
-Try not to embarrass yourself, Tony.

Come on, Kate.
I'm way too grownup for that.

Go. Go.

You're pretty.

I'm pretty. I'm going to the head.

I love this place.

Oh, yeah.