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(singing along with radio)

(grunts)

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(engine stops)

(owl hooting)

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

What the hell?

Ah...

Anyone there?

(owl hooting)

What?

What the hell's going on here,
man?

Where are my keys?

(warbling tone)

(groans)

(rustling)

(gasps)

Anyone there?

Hello?!

(gasps)

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I already rebooted the system,
Frank, twice.

Four hours. That is how long I
waited for your cable repairman.

Four hours!
You've already said
that sentence.

No, I will not reboot again.
I will never reboot it again!

Reschedule? So you can waste
another Saturday?

Just admit you have no idea
how to fix the problem,

and then we can both get
on with our lives.

Oh! Someone will die today.

Morning, team.

"Morning"?

"Team"?

You are in a

particularly good mood
today, McGee.

Yeah, and I don't
like it. What gives?

I had a good weekend.

Whoa.

I had a very good weekend.

(grunts)

Golden Girls marathon?

No, Tony, actually,
I met someone.

What's his name?

Her name is Clare.
She is a computer programmer.

Where did you meet?

Well, actually, we, uh,
we haven't met yet in person.

We met online.

Of course, you did.

Go figure.

So when is the first date?

Hopefully, as soon as possible

This girl, Ziva, she's perfect.

She's gorgeous,

she thinks I'm hysterical
and she is a level 5 sorceress.

Oh, God!

What?

No!

The sadness when
I hear you talk
like this.

You don't know who

these people are.

It could be 45-year-old
overweight man in Minnesota.

I mean, like you said,
you two haven't even met yet.

What part of "level 5 sorceress"
don't you understand?

All of it.

Boss, to be
a level 5 sorceress,

you have to conquer...

Not important.
GIBBS:
No.

But we got a missing
Navy captain who is.

Office of Naval Intelligence
called it in.

Where are you going?

Uh, yeah, didn't
you say that...

Missing person, DiNozzo.

Hasn't been 48 hours.

So it is not
in our jurisdiction yet.

No.
TONY:
But

you'd like us
to make a few calls.

MANN:
We certainly would.

Agent Gibbs.

Uh, we spoke
on the phone.

This is Rebecca.

Captain Jennings'
daughter.

And you are?

Kevin Nelson,
her fiancé.

(under breath):
Kevin.

Ex-fiancé.
This is pointless.

I hope so.

Becky's dad was supposed
to meet us last night

for dinner at Mangiamo's,

but he never showed.

You know why
he never showed.

Becky, please.

They got into a fight
yesterday.

Yeah, yesterday

and the day before yesterday,
and the day before that.

About?

My father
has his ideas

about how I should
be living my life.

Most fathers do.

He came by yesterday morning.

We got into a fight, so now

he's trying to prove a point.

By disappearing?

Not answering his cell?
Hell of a point.

Kevin, it's been one day.

And you're ready to call out
the National Guard. Relax.

Becky, maybe you've forgotten:
you're all he has.

Maybe I've forgotten?

Thanks for the coffee.

She does not seem
to share your concern.

Trust me, she's worried.

She's got a funny way
of showing it.

You have to understand
she lost her mother

less than a year ago
to cancer.

The idea that something may have
happened to her father...

You are a very caring...

ex-fiancé.

She'd do the same for me.

(knocking)

Boss.

Found a body
in Shenandoah.

Matches the description
of Captain Jennings.

SHERIFF:
Was just getting ready to call
in our forensics team

when I spotted your BOLO.

GIBBS:
Who found the body?

A couple of kids in one
of our warming huts.

Or as they like
to call 'em...

Love shacks.
Yeah.

How'd you know?
Mm-hmm.
Lucky guess.

Get a lot of kids
up here.

Oh, to be young again.

Well, it has been a while
since we've had

a murder up here.

How do you know
it's a murder?

Ain't a suicide.

That's for sure.

Will be hard for Rebecca
to hear her father is dead.

But this...

DUCKY:
Ah, reminiscent

of a rather dark period
in English history.

Did you know
that the preferred

method of punishment for treason

was to be hung,
drawn, and quartered.

They would hang

the victims by the neck,

then they were taken
from the scaffold before

they could have
the freedom of death

and disemboweled.

Just like this chap.

Except, unlike him,

they would hack them
into four "quarters"

and drag them
through the streets,

their heads stuck on pikestaffs.

Nice story, Ducky.

Yes, well, I did
say it was dark.

And, thankfully,
ancient history.

Not so ancient, Duck.

TONY:
Decent tire track.

I got things under control here,
probie.

Why don't you head down
to the hut, help Gibbs.

Nah, it's a bit small
down there.

Wouldn't want things
getting cramped.

Right. Got it.

(singsongy):
Chicken.

(clucking)

What?

Five years,

you still can't handle
the bloodbaths, can you?

Yeah, that's what it is.

Look, I told you before,
I had a good weekend.

I'm just trying to stay
in the nice head space.

Yeah. Carla.

Claire.
Whatever.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Women are trouble.

Haven't you learned anything
from me?

Yeah.

Not to go on undercover dates

with a doctor whose father is
the world's biggest arms dealer.

That's low, probie.

Oh, and not

to loan your friends money.

You still owe me 40 bucks.

Don't change the subject.

What are you talking about?

Tony.

I understand what's going on
here: you're jealous.

You haven't had a date
in a few weeks. It's okay.

Me, jealous of the Elf Lord?

I think you have me confused

with someone
who's far less awesome.

Level 5 sorceress.

This abdominal mutilation

was done
postmortem.

Note the lack of bleeding

along the dermis here,

unlike this wound,

which shows signs
of coagulation.

Uh, happened at least
one hour prior.

The killer snuck up
behind him.

Knocked him
unconscious.

Brought him here, killed him.

Well, the lack
of defensive wounds

would support
that theory.

Ducky, that
blood seems

unusually red.

Good eye, Officer David.

Erythema usually suggests

that the blood is saturated
with carboxyhemoglobin.

Carbon monoxide.

Yeah, possibly

from the stove
in this confined space.

Perhaps the cause of death,
perhaps not.

And the rest of it?

Well, I think we can rule out
organ harvesting.

Risk of infection
is much too high.

Uh, Jethro,

take a look at this.

Oh, boy.

Problem?

Waiting for you to find out.

The man had a pentagram
on his back, Tony.

That does not make him
possessed.

Fear the house, Ziva.

Always fear the house.
I will

keep my eyes open

for any poltergeists.
Not the ghosts

I'm worried about;
it's the pentagram-happy,

dungeon-building freaks
that always live in
wholesome places like this.

Then I will keep
my eyes open

for any dungeons.

They looked happy.

It is nice

when a couple has
so much in common,

like McGee and his new
sorceress friend.

Oh, yeah, I was going to talk
to you about that.

(laughing):
It's... it's kind
of funny, actually.

Uh, let's see.

How do I put this delicately?

Um, she...

...she's not real?

You did not.

I did.

I was bored.
It was late.

I just watched
Weird Science.

Next thing I knew,
I was building

a fake online profile
and IMing with McGee.

He really likes her.

Tony, you have to tell him.

I know.

It's actually kind of
flattering...

in a creepy way.

What did you think
would happen?
I didn't know.

The flaw in the plan...

was the plan.

But I got another
plan to end it.

Which is?

You ever see
Fatal Attraction?

(floor creaking)
Poltergeist is
behind me, isn't it?

Can I help you?

NCIS.

Who are you?

Adrianna Lopez.

I live here.

I clean. I stay
in the guest house.

Did you find Mr. Thomas?

I'm afraid, um...
Captain Jennings is dead.

How?

He was murdered.

Murdered? Dios mio, por que?

No lo se.

Pero lo vamos a investigar.

Excuse me.

Um, do you know where that goes?

Mr. Thomas says
no one goes down there.

I don't think he'll mind.

Ziva?

Here we go.

I'm betting Satanic dungeon.

Ooh, ooh!

Oh.

BEAR:
Hi, there.

I'm Beary Smyles.

Would you like me
to sing you a song?

Beary frickin' Smyles.

Christmas 1989,
every kid wanted one of these.

Including you, McGee?

Oh, yeah.

But Beary was sold out
everywhere.

I was crushed.

You were 13.

I was 12.

My parents
couldn't find Beary

so I decided to take

the bull by the horns.

I designed my own.
I used my dad's

old tape recorder
and a Winnie the Pooh bear.

Called him "Pooh 2.0."

And 15 short years later,
you lost your virginity.

DiNozzo?
Oh, hey, Boss.

I was just telling the guys
that, uh, Captain Jennings' car

was found off Route 19.
It was abandoned.

It's being towed in.
McGee.

Uh, Boss, still working
on the captain's laptop,

but I was able to access
his voicemail.

This little gem
was left two days ago

by his daughter, Rebecca.

Hey, Dad, it's Becky.

I thought long and hard
about what you said

and I decided that you're right.

I need to pull my life together.

So, from now on,

I'm going to ignore my family,

get what I want
through manipulation,

and I'm gonna leave home
for weeks at the drop of a hat,

and that way,
I can be exactly like you.

Okay, see you at dinner tonight.

If you show.

Daddy's little girl.

Speaking of Daddy.

Captain Thomas Jennings works
in the counterespionage lab

at the Office
of Naval Intelligence.

He's one of those brainiacs,
you know,

who designs
all their nifty whiz bangs.

"Whiz bangs?"

Whiz bangs, you know.

Sort of like Q
in the Bond films.

Come on, DiNozzo.

(sighs)
For the last
two years,

despite losing
his wife to cancer,

Captain Jennings has been
working 18 hours a day,

seven days a week; that is,
when he's actually in town.

Jennings' Naval travel logs

show that he departed
on international flights

once a month.

However, according
to arrival logs,

he never made it
to his destinations.

Which begs the question.

Where'd he really go?

Scalpel.

Hemostats.

Screwdriver.

Thank you, Gibbs, RN.

Come to play doctor?

Caf-POW!

What do you got, Abbs?

Hmm.

1989's Christmas nightmare
for every parent.

The unattainable...

Beary Smyles.

My dad waited in line

two hours for one
on Black Friday.

Six, Christmas Eve.

You notice the, uh,

factory seals are broken.

So...
Somebody's been inside.

Yep, and after
Dr. Abby finishes

her exploratory surgery,

she'll tell us why.

Tire tracks.

A man on a mission.
I like it.

Um, unfortunately,
I'm still working on finding

the exact make and model
of said tires.

And the, uh...
Pentagram.

It's not what you think.

Contrary to popular belief,

a satanic pentagram
has an elongated point.

This pentagram
is geometrically perfect.

Historically, pentagrams
have been used to symbolize

all kinds of things.
How about this one?

Good question.
I'm still working on it.

So, basically, you got nothing.

I've spoiled you, Gibbs.

You can't get an answer
every time you come down here,

but next time
I will have something.

Next time you'll have a Caf-POW!

Oh, Captain, Captain,

disembowelment,
blunt-force trauma,

and a pentagram.

You, my friend, are as
mysterious as they come.

Well, I was hoping you'd
already figured him out, Duck.

Well, the captain was
in good physical condition.

No sign of arteriosclerosis

or any other
degenerative disease.

However, in the lining
of his duodenum,

I found traces
of green discoloration,

possibly a reaction to a
tetracycline-based antibiotic.

You got a cause of death?

Well, the captain's skull
showed additional signs

of blunt-force trauma.

At first glance I thought

that might be the
cause of death.

How about second glance?

Well, as usual, it proved to be
more reliable than the first.

Abby's tox screen confirmed
that the captain

was exposed to carbon monoxide

at levels that would almost
certainly have proved fatal.

Well, CO killed him.

Carving the turkey came later.

Yes, and half an hour

after the pentagram
was imprinted on his back.

You know, I don't believe

this is the work of satanists.

Really? You been chatting
with Abby, have you, Duck?

Well, although
these wounds

may appear to be random,
they're not.

I found a pattern.

Whoever sliced

Captain Jennings open

wasn't trying to kill
or torture him.

They were looking for something.

Hi, there. I'm Beary Smyles.

You're my best friend, McGee.

Thank you, Beary.

You're very welcome.

All right, one more time

and I'm gonna rip that
bear's head off again!

Gear up, DiNozzo.

Got a body at Quantico.

Don't mess with me.

That bear sounds very familiar.

You think, David?

DiNozzo, bag and tag.

David, witness statements.

McGee,

I ever tell you
how brilliant you are?

Oh, Beary.

I love you, McGee.

Sorry, Boss.

Talk to me.

You, McGee.

Well, we, uh know
why Captain Jennings

was playing with dolls.
He was using

the primitive electronics
in Beary here

to build an old-school
"phreak box."

In English.

Oh, a phreak box.

That's a tool that hackers

used to use in the '80s

to communicate remotely
with computer systems.

What?

Come on, guys. War Games,

Sneakers, Hackers?

Very young Angelina Jolie
in that.

Why did Jennings use

a child's toy to build one?

Well, my guess is,

that the technology
in Beary is so old,

modern systems
aren't designed

to defend against it.
He's using it to hack something.

What?

Well, I'm not sure what
he's specifically after yet,

but I do know
who he's targeting.

The IP addresses are assigned to
Homeland Security's mainframe.

We also found a series
of encrypted e-mails

on Jennings' laptop.

Can't read them.

And we don't know
their destination.

But get this:

Every time Jennings
goes on one of his

"overseas business trips,"
the e-mails stop.

He's meeting his contact.

Contact for what?

Well, he's hacking
into Homeland Security.

He's flying
all over the country.

Doubt they're playing Parcheesi.

DiNozzo, David...

Talk to Jennings' boss.
On it, Boss.

(phone ringing)

Yeah, Gibbs.

ABBY:
Now I've got something for you.

Great, be right there, Abbs.

So,

how's it going
with your other special friend?

Claire...

I don't know.
She's gotten a bit clingy.

I didn't respond
to an e-mail of hers

right away,
and she freaked out.

Starts going on about

how computers
are destroying civilization,

which is really weird because
she's a computer programmer.

Kick her to the curb.

I think I'm gonna give her
another shot.

Well, we connected, you know?

And it's not every day

that you find a...
level 5 sorceress.

I know...

You have to tell him the truth.

Maybe.

Not until I'm absolutely
sure lying won't work.

Tell me what you see, Gibbs.

A tire.

It's not just any tire.

It's a retro-edition
radial P-396.

An exact match to the tracks
that were at the crime scene.

And it was especially made

for this bad boy.

Now tell me what you see.

'72 Buick Skylark.

Look closer.

Pentagram.

It's an aftermarket hub cap.

There's a small company
in Texas that sold them.

Okay, check this out.

Wait for it...

Perfect match.
When I saw that,

I ran a full hydrocarbon panel

on Jennings' blood.

The carbon monoxide
in his tissue

had traces of naphthalenes
and polycyclic aromatics.

Car exhaust.
Yeah.

The CO poisoning came
from the car, Gibbs.

Jennings had to be in the trunk!

And the imprint on his back,

He was lying on the spare.

He choked on the exhaust.
He died in the trunk.

And then he was carried
to the shack where he was

sliced and diced.

Abby....

'72 Skylark.

Custom hubcaps.

I already told Tony
to put out a BOLO.

I was gonna say, "Nice job."

Oh.

Obviously not nice enough.

Fridge.

(gasps)

I don't know how you did that
and I don't care.

Thank you, Gibbs!

So, what's a nice girl like you
doing at a top-secret,

government counterespionage

gadget lab like this?

Bet that sounded
better in your head.

No, not really.

I like your glasses.

Let it go, Tony.

I can't.

Let me guess.
Hidden camera?

Infrared?
X-ray vision?

(sighs);
I'm Dr. Daniel's assistant,
Agent DiNozzo.

Tony.

I make copies, get coffee.

I don't play with the toys.

DANIELS:
That's my job.

Dr. Rod Daniels.
You must be

Officer David and you are...

Very special Agent Tony DiNozzo.

Uh, excuse me.
Oh, neat.

Acoustic bug in the stapler?

I assume you'll want
to take a look

at Captain Jennings' office?

Eventually, yes.

I just want to let you know,

regardless of what
your investigation

has uncovered

or what you discover here...

Thomas Jennings was

an honorable man
and a patriot.

So, we're find something here?

I'm obligated to inform you
that we have had a breach.

Specifically?

A multithreaded
mini-processor

that enables our moles

to access enemy
computer systems.

We call it "Keyhole."

This is a mockup.
USB-compatible.

Disguised as a toothpaste cap.

Easy to get through Customs.

Nice!

It was nice.

It's missing
and it's the last thing

you'd want misplaced,
but I can assure you

Captain Jennings had nothing
to do with it; he was...

We know, a patriot.
Yes.

And he was heavily searched

every time he left the
lab area, just as I am,

and just as you two will be.

So, there's simply
no way he could have

gotten anything
out of here.

You think
Jennings swallowed it?

It is the only way
he could have gotten it
out of the lab.

If it was stuck in his stomach,

that'd explain the green goop
that Ducky found in his gut.

All right, so he stole it.
Then what?

We got a missing hi-tech gizmo
called Keyhole, right?

Encrypted e-mails to some
mystery contact overseas.

Maybe he was selling it.

Jennings must
have arranged

to meet with his contact here.

But they didn't want to wait
for nature to take its course.

So they went dumpster diving
in his belly instead.

(phone ringing)
Guys must have really
been in a rush.

ZIVA:
Or decided
they didn't

want to pay.
Yeah.
Who is they?

Thanks.

Let's find out.

BOLO just came back
on the '72 Buick Skylark.

I'll call Gibbs.

(tires screech)

(train whistle blows
in distance)

Nice rims.

ZIVA:
Another meet?

Cockpit's empty.

Must be inside.

DiNozzo, McGee,

around back.

Ziva,

you're with me.

(Ziva gasps)
McGEE:
Whoa!

(camera clicking)

Uh, boss, Brandon Sykes, 22.

Small-time drifter
with a big-time rap sheet.

Larceny, grand theft auto,
dealing,

even suspected of a homicide
over an iPod.

Doesn't exactly scream
espionage.

Hired gun.

Hired by who?

"Whom," Tony.

"Who" is the
nominative case.

"Whom" always follows
a preposition.

Traffic bad?

Dreadful.

I'm having a better day

than this poor young man.

Jumped or pushed?

We rushed the
warehouse-- empty.

Found signs of a struggle
on the roof, though.

Yeah, well, he has
defensive wounds on his hands.

Guess we're going with pushed.

ZIVA:
Okay, thanks.
(phone beeps)

Vehicle is
registered to Sykes.

That places him
at the warming hut

where Captain Jennings
was killed.

I doubt he was sightseeing.

So Sykes kills the captain,

takes Keyhole from him,
then comes here.

Probably to make the delivery
to whomever hired him.

Didn't work out so well.

Someone is cleaning
up their loose ends.

Rebecca's not coming.

So she sends her ex-fiancé?

Not ex.

We're back together.

I'm not sure
if it's the right thing,

but she needs me.

Well, I need her
to look at some photos.

I know.

But staring at face
of her father's killer

is not something she's
up for at the moment.

She asked if I could pick
them up and bring them to her.

No.

It doesn't work that way.

This isn't easy for her,
Agent Gibbs.

If it wasn't necessary,
I wouldn't ask.

Fingerprints
matched a partial

found in the warming hut.

You know him?

No.

Who is he?

I was hoping
Rebecca would tell me.

She wants to help,

believe me.

But she's in a very
bad place right now.

Heck, she took me back.

Just give her some time.

For Rebecca.

When she's ready.

McGEE:
Rebecca Jennings,

22, native of Virginia.

Recently graduated
from Indiana University,

works part-time
at a pet store.

No criminal record,

unless you count a misdemeanor
for disturbing the peace.

She tossed her fiancé's clothes
out a second-story window.

I hate it when
that happens.

She's not exactly
a criminal mastermind.

Or the first family member to
not want to identify a killer.

Think she knows
what Daddy was into?

She knows something.

Talk to her friends,
co-workers, everyone.

Why don't we just
bring her in?
TONY:
Yeah, what are

we gonna put on the warrant,
probie, Gibbs's gut?

Not that that
wouldn't be valid.

I'm sure that...

Just talk to
her friends.

She'll come to us.

So much for my date tonight.

Whoa, whoa!

What are you doing?

So you giving the
psycho another chance?

Well, I was.

I guess now
I got to cancel.

What is that
silliness?!

Sorry.

Ziva and I will cover
the interviews for you.

That is awfully
un-Tony of you, Tony.

Just doing you
a solid, probie.

Because you
having a date

is about as rare as

me not having one.

(Tony and Ziva chuckle)

(mellow rock music playing)

REBECCA:
Am I a suspect, Agent Gibbs?

Sit down.

Answer the question, please.

(pool balls clacking)

Why are you investigating me?

It's my job.

Are you serious?

Do you think that I had
something to do with...

Is that him?

Who is he?

You don't know?
No, I don't.

But you know something.

Yeah.

I know that
my father was murdered,

and you have no idea why.

And you don't either?

No.

I told you, I don't.

You left him
a message

complaining about
his long trips.

No idea where he's been going?

(sniffles)

None.

Are you close to your father,
Agent Gibbs?

(sighs)

Getting there.

When my mom died...

I was devastated.

But I knew that I would be okay.

I knew that I would make it.

But this time, I'm not sure.

I mean,
don't get me wrong.

I loved my mom,
I loved her more than anything.

But he's my daddy.

(sobs softly)

And now I have
no one left in my life.

Kevin.

(sniffles)

I told him I wanted
to try to work things out,

but our last engagement
ended with me...

Throwing his clothes
out the window.

Oh, you heard about that?

(grunts)

He deserved it.

But when my mom died,
Kevin was there for me.

I just don't think

I can make it through
something like this again.

I don't have it in me.

Oh, yeah, you do.

(cell phone ringing)

(sniffles)

Might take you a while
to find, but you do.

(beep)

Yeah, Gibbs.

McGEE:
Boss, hey, I got
something here.

McGee, you're
working late.

Yeah, actually, I, um,
I had a date tonight,

and, uh, she didn't show.

So, I-I, really,
I kind of ended up

in the area and
I thought I'd...
Jeez, McGee.

Sorry.

Uh, Jennings' mystery e-mails,
I was able to partially

decrypt the routing
information in the header.

That's a good thing, right?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Allowed me to ID
the NIC address

on the recipient's computer.

It's a laptop,
and it's in use right now.

Where?

Captain Jennings' house.

It's like I said,
it's always the maid.

No. You have said

it is always
the janitor or the butler

or anyone assigned
to work in Abby's lab.

But you have never once

said "maid."

Anyone ever tell you your
memory can be a real buzz kill?

Who are you?

Adrianna Lopez.

I worked for Mr. Thomas.

Captain Jennings'
credit card record.

Shows weekly payments

to an outside maid service.

They never heard of you.

Fact is, no one has.

Six weeks ago,

you somehow got a green card.

Before that, there's
no record of you at all.

Who do you think
she's working for?

Chinese? Russians?

Cubans.

After all,

she is Cuban.

That's way too obvious.

Haven't I taught
you anything?

Where'd you meet
Captain Jennings?

In Cuba.

When?

Six months ago.

You recruited him?

Did I recruit-- What...?

Paid him to steal
classified technologies,

No, wait.
like Keyhole.

Then you had him killed.

No!

You used him!
I loved him!

Maybe it was
the butler.

Thomas was in Cuba
to oversee the installation

of a new radar
at the American base.

He had just lost his wife.

I had just lost my husband.

He would come down to see me
whenever he could.

But it wasn't easy.

There are restrictions.

And with his job,
it would have been impossible.

But he was able to hide
where he was going.

Eventually, he got me
a green card.

And I came here.

To pretend to be his maid?

We lied because
Thomas didn't want

his daughter to know about us.

Not yet.
He thought it was too soon.

And after he died,
you kept lying.

Why?

I did what I thought
Thomas would want me to.

She's hiding something.

I have posed as a girlfriend
many times to get what I needed.

She pretended to be
Captain Jennings girlfriend.

Convinced him
to steal the missing gizmo.

There's one problem
with that, Ziva.

That's gizmo is
not missing anymore.

I just spoke
with Dr. Daniels

at the ONI Lab.

They found Keyhole.

They "found" it?
Where, under a couch?

Subfloor.

Jennings never tried to get
Keyhole out of the lab.

He set it up
for remote access.

Dialed in from his basement,
used it to hack

the ICE database,
get his girlfriend a green card.

That's what
she was hiding.

Jennings gamed the
system for her.

No mystery handler.

No espionage.

So why in the hell was
Thomas Jennings filleted?

I liked this case better
when we had a motive.

Yeah, then find
one, DiNozzo.

Easier said than done, boss.

We're, uh, trying
to make a connection

between Jennings
and his killer.

ZIVA:
Brandon Sykes.

But we hit a dead end.

No pun intended.

Actually, it was.

Oh, in that case,
nicely done.

Focus on Sykes.

Find his killer, we'll
find our motive. Ziva.

I will talk to Sykes'
parole officer.

Get a list of associates.
McGee.

Sykes moved around a lot,
but I think I have a lead
on his apartment.

Take Tony with you.

You mean,
"Tony, take McGee"

'cause I'm a senior
field agent, which...

That's not important.

Give me...

Come on, Tony.

I'm going to let you play
with the siren.

Heard you got stood up
last night, probie.

She never even call.

Ah, that ends that, huh?

Maybe.

"Maybe"? Know when
to fold 'em, McGee.

NCIS, open up.

This girl's not worth it.

Trust me.

Tony, I'm not like you.

It's not that easy
for me to meet women.

Never has been.

That's why I was hoping
this girl might be,

you know...

You'll find your girl.

Thought I did.

NCIS.

Federal agents.

ABBY:
I love trashed apartments.

Not my apartment.

I like my apartment
pristine.

The floors clean and
the furniture dusted,

and the casket
shined and...
Abs...

Trashed apartments, okay.

First thing I noticed
is that it's trashed.

Good eye.

No. I mean, like,
really trashed.

There was a microscopic layer

of a silicon carbide covering

pretty much the
entire crime scene.

Whoever trashed
his apartment,

went banzai on his dinner plates
with a hammer.

And they were not
looking for anything.

No, they just wanted
to trash it.

And I know who "they" is.

I pulled
a partial print

off the TV set that
was thrown into the bathtub.

Meet our rock star.

Hell, yeah, I did it!

I went over to that jackass'
place and I broke

everything in sight.

That was easy.

It was all
my stuff anyway.

You think that dumb ass
could afford real plates?

When I met the guy,

he had a can opener
and a plastic fork.

The guy's a loser,

like all the rest of them.

But, you know what,
I've had it.

I'm done.

So is Sykes.
He's dead.

"Dead"?

How?

Murdered yesterday afternoon.

And you think I did it?

Did you?

I might have,
if he'd had been home.

But he wasn't,
and I was at work

until 8:00 last night;
check the logs.

How'd your boyfriend
know Captain Jennings?

He didn't.

You think Brandon killed
the captain?

I don't think. I know.

Um...

I brought him to the Christmas
party last year,

but he spent the whole night
in the parking lot throwing up.

Like I said,

a real winner.

That why you trashed his place?

I trashed his place
because he proposed.

I'll take that as a "no."

Like everything else
in Brandon's life,

the ring was fake.

Turned my finger green.

"Green"?

"Green."

I'd say it's more
of a Torrey pine.

Basically, it's
the same color

as this:
the discoloration Ducky

found in Thomas Jennings'
duodenum.

As for the finger,
that's easy.

Most fake gold is made
out of copper, like this ring.

And when
the copper encounters

the natural acids in our sweat,
it oxidizes.

It turns the skin green.

Torrey pine.

Captain Jennings' gut is
where it gets interesting.

The ring shows

microscopic signs
of acidic deterioration.

Specifically,
deoxycholic acid.

Intestinal acid.

This ring was in
Thomas Jennings' intestines.

There was
no description

of any intestinal
obstruction

in Captain Jennings'
current medical records.

So I made inquiries.

Finally, I was
able to contact
his pediatrician.

When Jennings

was five, he was rushed
to the ER

after swallowing
his mother's engagement ring.

I kid you not.

The doctors deemed it
too dangerous to operate

and elected to wait
until it worked its way out.

But it never did.
No.

As the boy grew,
the cucullaris, the lining

of the boy's duodenum,
simply closed around the ring,

keeping it in place.

Who's got access to his records?

Oh, medical records
are private, Jethro.

But I doubt this story was.

As family tales go,

it's certainly
one of the more captivating.

I'm sure dozens of
people heard the story.

But only one of them's
been lying to us.

We're going over
the evidence from
Jennings' house,

take a look at that.

KEVIN:
You okay?

You don't have
to do this now.

I know.

You know, don't you?

Why was my father murdered?

Because of this.

A ring?

But it's not just any ring,
is it, Rebecca?

No, it's my grandmother's
engagement ring.

I recognize this

from the photos, but that...

My father was...

For a ring?

A fake ring.
That's right.

Grandpa proposed

with a glass ring.

Didn't know that part of the
family story, did you, Kev?

Told your buddy, Sykes,
about the ring.

Did you?
All he had to do
was go get it.

Four carats,
hit paid for itself.

You didn't even
get your hands dirty.

Until Sykes found out
the ring was fake.

Then what happened?

Did he try to
blackmail you, Kev?

Is that why you
killed him?

Kevin?

I told them, I don't know
this Sykes guy.

Let's look at some photos.

There's you at a party.

See you?

No, can't see it?

Let's blow it up.

Becky, sweetie, I...

They put... why
would I ever...

Why? Because she broke
off your engagement.

Because you
were desperate.

And killing her father's
supposed to help?

Well, she broke up with you two
years ago, didn't she?

Yeah, when my mom got sick.

And I took you back.

You were hoping history
was going to repeat itself?

This is insane.

Unbelievably insane.

And you are a psychopath.
You've just leapfrogged

to the top of
our psychopath
of the year list.

You had my father killed.

Baby, you know me.

I-I would never...

You son of a bitch!

How could you?

You didn't give me a choice.

McGEE:
And he really thought
it'd work, huh?

Almost did.

Is killing for love
really any different

than killing for money?

Speaking of love,

how's that, uh,

cyber-romance
going, McGee?

It couldn't be worse.

She sent me
another e-mail.

Said she's getting back together
with her ex-boyfriend.

(sighs)

I'll tell you
what though.

I'm not giving up on her.

Wha...?

No, we got too much in common.

I think she might be scared,
but you know what?

We can work through it.

I'm telling you, I think this
girl might really be the one.

Take it.

Really?

Sure.
Thanks.

Hey, listen,
I hate to ask, but...

Sure. I remember.

$40.

With interest.

Sorry it took so long.

All right, see you guys later.

I didn't tell you so you could
torture him, McGee.

Very well.

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