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MAN AND WOMAN:
* When the bough breaks,
the cradle will fall *

* And down will come baby

* Cradle and all.

(whispering):
That's kind of a dark song.

(whispering):
Are you happy?

(whispering):
You asked me to get you
some ice cream.

Did I tell you
to blend it?

I didn't remember
the blender being

that loud before.
And this morning,

you didn't remember
that the dryer beeps

on wrinkle guard.

It was a beep-- a single beep!

How can something
with such little ears

have such bionic hearing?

(baby crying over monitor)

(sighing):
Okay.

MAN (weakly):
Help me... please...

Please help me.

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(sniffing)

(plopping)

Must you do that now, Tony?

It's spring.

I'm spring-cleaning, so...

yes.

Spring-cleaning?
You don't have spring-cleaning
in Israel?

We do not have spring.

Israel is a desert.

(guffawing)

I've been looking for this.

Oh.

Ah, yeah.

ABBY:
Oh... I remember
those days,

when I was carefree
and full of joy.

I envy you, Tony.

Why are you dressed
for a funeral, Abby?

Everything okay?

No.

Frank is sick.

Who is Frank?

My mandibular second molar.

It's been killing
me for a week.

I'm finally going
to the dentist.

You name your teeth?

You don't?

No.

See, that's the problem.

They're just teeth to you.

But evolutionarily
speaking,

your survival is
directly proportionate

to their health.

A cavity was a death sentence
on the savannah.

Abby, everyone
gets cavities.

ABBY:
No.

No Sciuto has had a cavity
since 1922.

Good genes.
Genes?

I brush,

and I floss,
and I tongue-scrape

more than most people
would consider sane.

I have earned my
perfect record.

No cavities, no surrender.

I don't deserve this.

I'll be back before lunch.

Good luck.

Don't get too comfortable.

Dead body.

Come on...
you all know the drill.

He looks cold.

That's the least of
his problems, McGee.

TONY:
Hey, boss.

Parents didn't have
much to add.

Baby's room was empty,
except for the baby.

They kept hearing the voice
through the baby monitor.

Cops did a search
of the area.

All they found was him.

ZIVA:
They identified
the body

as Marine Private First
Class Marco Riggs.

And I am identifying
some pretty gnarly toes.

This guy needed a pedicure.

Bothers you so much, DiNozzo,
go find his shoes.

Boss, I'm going
to go find his shoes.

MCGEE:
This would
explain the voice

the parents heard.

Our dead guy had
a military-issue cell scanner.

ZIVA:
Not exactly
standard-issue

for privates.

That's probably why
he was misusing it.

Take a look at the
display, boss.

911?

Looks like Riggs
was trying

to use the cell scanner
as a cell phone.

Ended up broadcasting in
a narrowband frequency.

Got picked up
by the baby monitor.

Yeah, I don't know
about the feet, though.

That's because you don't know
your history, McGee.

Historically, going about unshod
was considered

by some to be an act
of pious devotion,

while others...

Believed that direct contact

with Mother Earth
provided

spiritual benefits.

However, in Roman
and medieval times,

going barefoot
symbolized poverty,

since leather
and boots

were too expensive
for the average...

Really?

I-I... I wrote a paper

on, uh...

Never mind.

(chortles)

DUCKY:
Cyanosis indicates

lack of oxygen.
No signs

of strangulation
or ligature marks.

Did you write a paper
on those, too?

Time of death...

...two hours ago.

That a problem?

Uh... Mr. Palmer,
help me with the body.

Yes, well,
he's remarkably stiff

for the recently
deceased.

It's too soon for rigor,
even at this temperature.

There's no... entry wounds,

no sign of trauma,

but something sucked
the life out of him.

Sucked the life out
is right.

Abby is going to love this.

Thank you!

What a way to start the day.

Abby Sciuto?

Maybe?

FBI.

You need to come
with us, Ms. Sciuto.

Now.
Where?

I'm not at
liberty to say.

Well, then,
I'm not at liberty to go.

You misunderstand.

It's not a request.

MCGEE:
The deceased was
Private First Class

Marco Riggs.

TONY:
Recently assigned
to CLB-3,

Combat Logistical
Battalion,

supporting troops
in Afghanistan.

ZIVA:
Until he was accused

of stealing equipment,
then selling it

on the black market.
That include military-issue
cell scanners?

It did, but Riggs disappeared

before he could
be formerly charged.

He's been listed UA
since last week.

Apartment was a dead end.

ZIVA:
We have a BOLO out
on his vehicle.

MCGEE:
Also waiting

on the blood work from Abby.

Well, we're going to have

to wait a little bit longer.

Oh, don't tell me she
needs a root canal.

No, Fornell just called.

Abby's been...

requested.

Requested?

By...?
He didn't know.

It just said the FBI
has orders to transport her.

Okay, I can access the
FBI operations database.

I have a contact
at the DOD.

BOLO out on the FBI transport?

I don't know.

I thought...

maybe I'd just try
to call her first.

(ringtone playing)

Hey, Gibbs.

Don't worry.

No cavities.

I was going to call.

Fornell already did.
You okay?

Yep.
Where are you?

In the back of a van.

Abby...

I'm fine.

It's exciting.

Group of FBI agents
swoops in

and steals away
an unsuspecting citizen

to places unknown.

Yeah, it's the unknown part

I don't care for.

Oh, I got Palmer's text

about the vampire bite.

I can't believe I'm not going
to be there for that.

Who are you getting
to fill in?

Working on it.

Well, if you need anything

before then,

I keep a step-by-step
Abby's Lab for Dummies

in my desk.

It covers the basics.

A monkey could follow
the instructions.

(goofy groans
of satisfaction)

Good.
Oh, God...

'Cause we got one of those.

DUCKY:
Did you realize

that the end was nigh, I wonder,

or was it a blissful event

as your ego and judgment
melted away?

I mean, a stroke from...

Doctor?

Yes, Mr. Palmer.

May I stop mopping now?

It depends.
On?

Has it enhanced
your understanding of protocol?

Consider me enhanced.

Good-- then you may join me.

That invitation extend
to me, too, Duck?

Since when have you waited
for an invitation?

Don't answer that.

I know you like
to keep people

on their toes.

Mr. Palmer...

Yes, Doctor.

Protocol.

What? Oh.

Okay, yes.

I will go not be
in this room now.

What do you got?

Well, sadly for Abby,

not the walking dead.

A histological examination
of these wounds

reveal that they're

burn marks, not punctures.

More consistent
with a stun gun attack

than a vampire bite.

A stun gun?

Not normally
a lethal weapon.

However, I believe
the electrical shock aggravated

an underlying
arterial weakness

in his brain,

and that led
to a hemorrhagic stroke.

After he regained
consciousness,

he would've been
severely confused.

He could've wandered
around for hours

before taking refuge
on that loading dock.

Then he took his shoes off?

DUCKY:
Yeah, well, it's called

peripheral neuropathy.

It's common
in this kind of stroke.

His feet would
have felt as if

they were burning up,

but I doubt that he knew
what he was doing.

Towards the end,
he would have

been delirious,
until eventually,

his heart would
have given out.

Stun gun's a defensive
weapon, Duck.

Yeah.

Which suggests his death
was unintentional.

Ooh, I found something
under his fingernails.

It almost certainly came
from the assailant

during the assault.

I need to send it up
to Abby's replacement.

Well, that's going
to be a long run, Ducky.

Just spoke to the DOD, boss.

Abby's replacement
doesn't arrive

until Monday.
Monday?

Monday. I made a lot of noise,
but, you know,

they gave me a lecture
about budget cuts.

We did catch
a break, though.

Got a BOLO back
from our dead guy's car.

Want me to take Ziva, or...?

No, I'll take Ziva.

You, uh...

(taps twice)

...you take McGee.

Take McGee where?

Now, why did I get picked
for the cover art?

You want to sign,
or should I?

I will.

I am the one with a
biomedical engineering degree

from Johns Hopkins.

Among several
other degrees.

Maybe that's why
you got picked

for the cover art.

(knock at door)

Come in.

ESCORTING AGENT:
Ma'am.

Hi.

Abby Sciuto?

Yes.

From NCIS?
Yep.

(clears throat)

I, uh, asked you here...

(Abby chuckling)

"Asked me."

That's a good one.

...at the request
of Dr. Phillip Heller.

He's in charge of a...

rather special project.

Is it a military project?

Funded by the military,

but Tarburst is
an independent agency.

I'm not familiar
with Dr. Heller's work.

No, but he is with yours.

He was quite impressed
with your paper

on Zinc Finger Nucleases
in DNA Binding.

What kind of project
are we talking about exactly?

Uh, not the kind of project

we ca talk about.

It's why I was reluctant

to allow your
participation initially.

This is a highly
classified matter.

So, what changed?

Dr. Heller is no longer
with the program,

and we-- your country--

need your help.

What do you need?

Welcome to The Cave.

The Cave?

You should rename
this place Nirvana.

Hm... Dr. Heller
was given a sizable budget.

I can see that.

And almost complete autonomy.

All information
was compartmentalized,

strictly need-to-know.

Only three
other people,

besides myself, even knew

of the existence
of this program.

Knew?

Two of the original
team members

died in a roadside bomb attack
in Afghanistan.

Which is why Dr. Heller's
departure

from the program has become...
quite a problem.

This was sold
to the Senate Select Committee

on a warning of a grave
and gathering threat.

What exactly
was Dr. Heller working on?

That's the problem.

We don't know.

ABBY: Patients aren't
allowed on this floor.

How did you get in here?

It's a hospital, isn't it?

How do you think?

No, he hospital's upstairs.

This is...

I know what this is, Sunshine.

I've escaped from P.O.W. camps
with better security.

(coughing)

(sighs)

Just exercising the lungs.

Retired Marine.

Sergeant Major Robert King, N.C.

N.C.?

Not contagious.

In case you were worried.

I was.

Where's Heller?

We got a game to finish.

Um...

Dr. Heller, he's, uh...

he's no longer
with the project.

He isn't, huh?

No.

Well, doesn't that seem
a little strange?

I mean, you know, considering.

Considering what?

God gave you a body,
I'll give him that.

Skimped on the brain, though.

(scoffs)
Hey!

Don't know how well
you know the doctor,

but if you knew Heller,
you'd know

he wouldn't run off
and leave all this.

WOMAN:
King?!

Uh-oh. She found me.

Who?

Nurse Dunstan.

Makes Al Qaeda look
like Jiminy Cricket.

DUNSTAN:
King!

I'm sorry.

He knows he's not supposed

to come down here.

None of the patients are
supposed to come down here.

I won't tell.

Thank you.

Let's go.

Next time you get out of bed,
I'm having you catheterized.

(laughs)

You wish.

Nurse Dunstan--

your liaison
with the hospital.

If you need anything,
extension 405.

Thank you.
Oh.

And the lab rabbits
should be here by 12:00.

Hopefully this batch
lasts longer than the last.

DUNSTAN:
Quick march.

MCGEE: Are you gonna help me,
or are you gonna keep
screwing around back there?

Every single drawer in this lab
is unlocked except this one.

You're not wondering
what's inside?

I'm wondering where Palmer is
with the rest of that DNA.

Oh, right here.

Here you go.

Thought I might be
able to help you guys.

I do have lab
experience.

And I have
a biomedical engineering degree

from Johns Hopkins.

He sure does
love saying that.

Hey, will you put
the screwdriver down,

come in here,
and hand me the ethidium

bromide, please?

Oh, I got it.

I don't think that's right...

I don't think you're
supposed to do that.

All right.
Next step is to,

mix the gel
with the ethidium bromide.

I don't think you're
supposed to do that.

I think you're supposed to
microwave the gel first

and then...
Tony? Tony?

All right, Mr. Johns Hopkins,
Mr. Biomedical Degree.

You go ahead.

Ooh, ooh, ooh,
that's not good.
Nope.

TONY:
Aw, knucklehead.

Lucky for you Abby's not here,
Hopkins.

ABBY:
Why is McGee lucky
that I'm not there

and who is Hopkins?

Abby.

Where are you?

I'm at a public hospital
just outside the city.

That's all I can say.

They even took my cell phone
away when I got here, but I was

able to open a video port
into my lab... or...

what's left of my lab.

He'll clean it up.
We'll clean up.

They'll clean it it up.

You'll all clean it up.

But I need you to run
a background for me first.

Background on who?

Is everything all right?

I e-mailed the info to McGee.

You didn't answer
the question.

Everything is fine.

Okay, I got to go.

I shouldn't leave
this video port open.

And Tony, screwdrivers--
they leave tool marks

on locked drawers.

It's our dead guy's car.

And he appears
to have been living in it.

Well, what is it doing here?
We're almost

two miles away
from the loading dock

where the victim's body
was found.

That is a long distance to have
wandered after the attack.

Well, if there was
an attack here.

No sign of a struggle.

There are houses
not too far away.

Maybe our victim parked here

for a planned rendezvous
of some kind.

Maybe.

(laughs)

This is nice.

Being able to work
without Tony's

incessant babbling.

It is almost
as if he cannot go on

for more than 30 seconds
without hearing

his own voice.

You know,
the truly amazing thing is

that he fails to realize
just how irritating he is

to those around him.

Ziva?

Yes, Gibbs?

Babbling.

Oh.

Gibbs?
What?!

Victim's trunk.

I'm not so sure our victim
was the intended victim.

(knocking on door)

Come in.

Mr. Jones.

(door closes)

Any progress?

I'm done.

That was fast.

Well, it's pretty
esoteric stuff.

Basically, Dr. Heller was

attempting to hijack DNA's
end-joining pathways

in order to...

Target a specific strand
of a person's DNA?

Why do I get the feeling
you already knew that?

Maybe because
I already knew that.

Was he successful?

He was close.

What do you mean
you already knew that?

Given the sensitive nature
of this project,

I had to make sure you were
the real McCoy before I fully

read you in.

So you lied.

And I didn't lose
a minute's sleep.

Is that a problem?

No.

Not at all.

Lie to me again.

It was awesome.

Nice knowing you.

Wait. Miss Sciuto.

You can't leave.

Really? That's funny.

'Cause it really seems

like I'm, you know, leaving.

Okay, just out of curiosity,

why can't I leave?

Because if you don't help us...

...they're all going to die.

Let's hear it.

Hey, did you find anything good
at Riggs' car?

ZIVA:
Actually, yes.

We found a...

(sniffing)
What is that smell?

(sighs)

Still? You're kidding me.

I washed my hands a dozen times.

Wash 'em again, McGee.

Sorry, boss.

Had a little mishap
in Abby's lab,

running the DNA
on Riggs' attacker.

ZIVA: More like Riggs' victim.
The contents

of Riggs' trunk suggest he was
planning on burying a body.

You think
he was on some kind of hit?

Until it went bad.

ZIVA: He apparently did
not count on his target

fighting back.
MCGEE:
Do we have any idea

who his victim was?

I do. Palmer and I just
finished running

the DNA from
under Riggs' fingernails.

You already tell Gibbs?

Tell Gibbs what?

You found the target.

What? This is Dr. Heller.

It's the guy Abby wanted us
to run background on.

(groans):
Oh...

TONY:
Uh-oh, boss.

MCGEE: Abby was asked to
take over for Heller

when he went missing.

Well, I'm guessing
he disappeared because...

Someone was trying to kill him.

And Abby has just taken
his place.

Agent Gibbs, I appreciate

your concern
for my missing colleague,

but that's exactly why

Miss Sciuto needs
to stay here right now.

You have to trust me on that.

I don't trust you.

I don't know you.

I sympathize
with your position...

It's your choice!

You either tell me
what's going on or...

Or what? You'll threaten me?

Well, you know what?
That depends.

You consider a public
investigation a threat?

We are on the same team.

(Jones sighs
and clears his throat)

About a year ago,

my company became involved
in a larger medical study

of servicemen returning
from Afghanistan.

It was rather routine
until we discovered

small numbers were suffering
from an undiagnosed illness

that was originally
thought to be fatigue.

We alerted the military.

They didn't want
to make the same mistake

they did with Gulf War Syndrome.

Good. Good for them.

We got a contract
to research the illness.

We set up this lab.

The hope was,

if we could identify
the susceptible genotype,

a cure could be developed.

Okay, well, obviously,

somebody there
doesn't want that to happen.

We don't know
where Dr. Heller is.

All right, his disappearance
may have nothing

to do with this research.

Okay, until...

we find out, I want Abby here.

I'm afraid
that's not going to happen.

Did I just not
make myself clear?!

You misunderstand me.

Miss Sciuto?

Hi, Gibbs.

Oh, hi, Abbs.

You all right?

Everything's fine,

except you and I still have
to talk about the lab bunnies.

Listen, Gibbs,
I know what you're going to say.

You're worried because someone
is after the doctor,

and if someone's after the
doctor and I took over his job,

they might be after me.

But I don't care.

These people are sick
and I can help them

and I'm staying, period.

Besides,
this is a secure hospital.

I'm just as safe here
as I would be at NCIS.

Safer, actually,
'cause they have bigger dogs.

I'd tell you
not to argue with her,

but, uh,
I think you already know that.

ZIVA:
"Afghanistant War Syndrome."

If this guy Heller
was working on a cure,

why would someone try
and kill him?

No connection
between PFC Riggs and Heller.

Maybe he was a hired gun?

It is likely.

So who hired him?

GIBBS:
Good question, McGee.

Got the file from Jones?

Yeah, reading it now.

How is Abby?

Committed.

You can say
that again.

She'd be safer here.

Best way to protect her is
to solve our original case.

Find Heller.

We cannot be sure the
doctor's disappearance

is tied to his work.
And even if it is,

he's not going
to be easy to find.

The FBI's had a BOLO out
since Monday.

(clears throat)

Dr. Phillip Heller, not M.D.

TONY:
Got his PhD
in molecular biology.

Did a post-doc
on Gulf War Syndrome.

ZIVA:
Wife, no kids,
was treated

for a gambling addiction
ten years ago.

Which seems to be
under control now.

ZIVA:
Credit card bills are low--
gas, groceries, flowers.

Does not spend

more than he earns.

He was working
at a V.A. hospital

when he joined
Jones' program.

Start with the wife.

DiNozzo.

On your six, boss.

I love a woman
who's good with her hands.

And smart, too.

I thought you said
God skimped on the brains.

Well, I'm a man
of contradictions.

Am I interrupting?

Yes.

You got anything else?

It's giving me
a headache.

Thank you.

(grunts)

I'm on the run.

It's bath time.

Nurse Ratched takes
a little bit too much pleasure

in it for my taste.

It's a shame,
'cause if she was my type,

this would be
the setup of a lifetime.

(laughs, coughs)

Not asking me
any questions.

Must mean you already got
your answers.

You're sick, aren't you?

You have it.

Take a guess
at the first question.

But what is "it"?

That's the million-dollar
mystery.

Have you finished
isolating our genes

or whatever it is
you're doing down here?

I'm close.

That's what Heller
used to say.

Look what happened to him.

He, uh...
he got...

transferred.

Oh, you're a horrible liar.

I know.
(laughing)

Me, I lied for a living.

Used to run some of
the biggest black ops in Panama,

both Gulf Wars, Afghanistan.

I was very important.

You're still important.

Yeah, as a guinea pig,

nothing else, just like him.

That's okay,
I guess.

When I signed up,
it was because I was willing

to die for my country,
and I still am.

I dodged a bullet,
more than my fair share,

but these boys
today are-- they...

you know, they drill 'em

to survive gunshot wounds,
land mines,

air strikes.

Nobody warned 'em about

"synergistic effects
of battlefield contaminants."

Check.

Sorry, I'm just that good.

We're going to figure this out,
you know.

Don't make any promises
you can't keep.

But I got one that you can.

Anything.

Whatever this thing is,

just don't let 'em name it
after me.

(chuckles)

Deal.

But you have to do
something for me.

Anything.

Did you really escape
from a P.O.W. camp?

Twice.

Why?

His buddies.

Rescue mission.

(laughs)

I'm in.

Garage sales.

Always a little strange.

I mean,
what is this stuff?

What is that?

One man's junk is
another man's junk.

Excuse me, are you Lois Heller?

Yeah.

Need to talk to you
about your husband.

(sighs)

He's dead.

No, no, we just
don't know where he is.

Oh, well, that
makes two of us.

What are you--
a, uh, 42 long?

Oh.

(chuckling):
Well, that's...

When was the last time
you spoke to him?

Uh, about three days ago, if
you could call it speaking.

We don't exactly have what
you'd call a good marriage.

Yeah, I'm picking up
on that.

Yeah, here, it's
about your size.

He give you any
idea where he was?

Five bucks.

I'll give you three.
Is this your husband's?

(whispering):
Sorry.

All right, look, the FBI
have already been here,

and I've already told
them everything I know.

My husband said he was
going out for a walk

and he never came back.

Far as I'm concerned,
he doesn't need to.

You should think
about that coat.

It'd look good on you.

Yeah, thanks.

Hey, how you doing?

Well, I guess we got motive.

Doesn't strike me as the kind
of girl who'd hire

a hit man, though.

No, she'd rather do it herself.

Should we
bring her in?

Flowers first.

Flowers?

Husband's credit card.

Don't think
he was sending them to her.

Girlfriend, right.

We traced the flowers
to a house in Landover

owned by a Maggie Smith.

She claimed Heller was
not there, but I smelled fish.

What?

Fishy,

something fishy.

(mouthing)
We found Dr. Heller
hiding inside.

Tried to run when he saw us.

He did not get far,
and he was carrying this.

MCGEE:
A stun gun.

Matches the same marks
Ducky found on PFC Riggs' neck.

You recognize him?

Yes.

You want to tell me about it?

I had nothing to do with that.

Well, then, how did your DNA end
up underneath his fingernails?

I would be thrilled to sit here
and just charge you with murder.

Murder?

He tried to kill me.

Like I said,
you want to tell me about it?

I came home from work
three days ago.

Needed to clear my head,
so I took a walk.

Suddenly this guy grabs me,
shoves a gun in my face.

I defended myself.

That a crime?

You always carry one of these?

Uh... uh, lately.

You didn't go back home,
you didn't call the police.

Why?

The police?

People get mugged
all the time.

I figured the guy'd be long gone

before the police
even got there.

I'm telling you the truth.

I didn't say you weren't.

But you're not.

You didn't go
back home

because they knew
where you lived.

This wasn't a mugging;
this was a hit.

That's crazy.

(scoffing):
A hit

on me?

Unless you think
my wife hired somebody.

I know about the lab

and I know about the cure
you were researching.

That's classified.

And that's a dead body!

I already got you
at manslaughter.

I can prove intent,
I got you at murder.

Wait...
You tell me

what's going on,
or you call your damn lawyer!

Why is somebody trying
to kill you?

Because I discovered the truth.

Tarburst tried to hide it.

The tasks were
compartmentalized,

ostensibly
for security purposes.

Isolate a genome,
find a suitable viral vector.

It, uh...
they manipulated me.

All I could see were
the technical hurdles

and not the big picture.

Which was what?

People were sick,

but I wasn't working on a cure.

I was building a weapon.

I don't know
where they came from,

but suddenly there was,
like, a dozen rabbits

running through the halls.

Ready to celebrate?

Where is he?

Hang on a sec.

This is... is
Sergeant King's room, right?

It was.

I'm sorry.

You family?

Does it matter?

Not really.

Why don't you
take a minute.

Sorry about that.

It's been a long day.

(conversation fades
into distance)

Well...

the good news is, I did it.

I isolated the...

Never mind.

You would find that so boring.

It's not a cure...

but maybe, someday, it would...

I found her!

Tony.

You all right?

No.

What are you doing here?

The lab is secure.

What's going on?

Gibbs!

Abby.

Abbs, you okay?

Do I look okay?

What is Abby's rule number one?

"Do not lie to Abby."

We left Heller in charge
at the hospital.

Unfortunately, someone
has already downloaded

all of Abby's research.

Research?

It was a weapon.

People were dying,

and I was a building a weapon.

Jones is gone.

Aide said he left
in a hurry.

I'll put out a BOLO.

I'll coordinate with local LEOs.

How bad?

Jones had me create an enzyme

to target the genomes
of the sick soldiers.

Is that bad?

By itself, it's innocuous,

but then, he had Dr. Heller
create an immunogen

to help the immune system
kill off foreign invaders.

That's bad.
No, it's the way
every vaccine works.

Yeah, but when you
put them together...

You can target someone
via their DNA.

You can infect
an entire water supply

and only kill
your intended victim.

We both made
a piece of it.

Heller made the bullet,
and I made the gun.

TONY:
Huh.

Assassination made easy.

But really, I mean,
a gun would be easier.

Didn't build it to kill someone.

Built it to sell it.

Perfect.

Hi, I'm Abby Sciuto,

international bioweapons dealer.

TONY:
Wait a second.

How did Jones get it
past his supervisors?

Sick soldiers.

You don't ask
too many questions.

Oh, my God.

(typing rapidly)

(harsh beep)

ABBY:
Come on, damn it!

(harsh beep, Abby sighs)

Come on...

(harsh beep)
No!

(harsh beep)

(blipping)

Oh, no.

TONY:
Yeah, Abbs.

Tony, check your inbox--
I need another BOLO ASAP.

Have you talked to Gibbs?

I didn't talk to Gibbs yet.
Just do it!

All right.

I can hear you staring.

What'd you find, Abb?

It's what I didn't
find, Gibbs.

I don't think there ever was
an Afghanistan War Syndrome.

Soldiers were
getting sick,

'cause soldiers do,
but look at this.

Someone in the lab
was swapping out

their diseased blood
with healthy samples.

Doctors had sick patients,
but normal test results.

They couldn't find a cause.

They thought they had another

mystery war syndrome
on their hands.

Jones tricked the army.

They had no idea
what was going on.

He got them
to finance the project,

and he wasn't alone.

(typing rapidly)

Nurse Dunstan

was the nurse on call every time
there was a blood test.

I thought it was just
a coincidence.

She was in on it with Jones.

I should have seen it, Gibbs.

Aren't you going
to give me a pep talk?

No.

Why?

Because you're pissed.

And you should be.

(phone ringing)

Yeah. Gibbs.

(Ziva speaking
indistinctly over phone)

Where?

(Ziva speaking indistinctly)

A hiker saw her body
being dumped.

Get a description?

Nothing useful.

She was on the way
to the coroner

when the local LEOs
got our BOLO.

An on-site
assessment report

indicates manual
strangulation.

ZIVA:
It appears she
and Jones had

a falling out.
He didn't need her anymore.

He was tying up loose ends.

We have a tire print.

Abby is running it.

I imagine this must have been
quite an ordeal for her.

How is she doing?

Much better now.

Boss, uh, no luck
on the tire prints,

but Abby has been
monitoring

every cell tower
in the tri-state area.

She picked up
a data fetch

from Jones's smartphone.

He was checking
airline departure times.

You get an airline?
And a flight number.

You messed with the wrong
forensic scientist.

Did I miss it?

No, he's
letting him sit.

Sit?

He gets a chair?!

He...

He kills bunnies!

(door opening)

I'm impressed.

Didn't expect anyone to come
looking for me so soon.

One-way ticket to Chile?

You got
family there?

I want to make a deal.

Yeah?
If I cooperate.

Oh, you're going to cooperate.

Look, I'm not proud
of what I did,

but with the...

budget cutbacks and... (sighs)

looking at my pension,
I just...

...I figured I deserved more.

And you were willing
to kill for it?

Kill?

He actually seems

legitimately surprised.

He does.

What exactly am I
under arrest for?

I haven't placed you
under arrest.

And when you do?

Oh, my God.
Murder.

Conspiracy to defraud.

Throw in medical malpractice.

Nah... this is
a mistake.

I...

So cooperate.

Who's your buyer?

My buyer?

I know you're selling
the research

from Tarburst's program.

I'm not selling anything
from the program.

Why were you running?

Because I was
embezzling from it.

I was running
because Abby succeeded.

That would mean
a GAO audit.

It would uncover what I did.

I planned to be
long gone before then.

I just didn't
plan it so soon.

Look, I have records--
I could prove it.

I don't know anything

about a conspiracy.
Liar!

Sorry, Gibbs.

ABBY:
You set up the lab

so you could sell my research!

I did not set up the lab.

I don't know
who did set up the lab.

I was ordered to run the lab--
that's what I did.

Sergeant King didn't get
the help he needed

because you falsified

his medical records.

Who?

(with disgust):
Oh...

You don't even know his name.

Sergeant Robert King.

He's one of the patients
in your program.

I know everyone's name
in that program.

There is no Sergeant King.

Find him.

You look pretty good
for a dead guy,

except for the blood
draining out of your face.

Tom, right?

That's your real name,
isn't it?

What did I do wrong?

You made me care about you.

You're under arrest

for the murder of
Nurse Hannah Dunstan.

That is correct, and many,
many more bad things,

because you're a very bad man.

Little tip: next time
you're playing chess

with a forensic
specialist...

Wear gloves.
TONY:
And try to find

better help.

Your little buddy, PFC Riggs,

was sending you
unencrypted e-mails.

Might as well put a big
bull's-eye on your laptop.

Why?

Kept you from asking
too many questions.

And I like to stay close
when I'm running an op.

GIBBS:
An op?

Op-- is that what you call
betraying your country?

You have no idea
what I've done for my country.

Yeah, I do; I read your file.

TONY:
You're the go-to guy
for setting up black ops,

right?

Specialty

was bioweapons defense research.

TONY:
Figured it was time
to branch out,

do a little freelancing?

Like I said,
I'm a man of contradictions.

(sighs with disgust)

TONY:
All right, here we go.

Is that it?

(handcuffs clicking tighter)

That all you have to say?

Checkmate.

Hey.

Thought she
wasn't coming in.

Neither did I.

Vance told her to
take a week off.

Maybe she wanted to work.

What are you doing down here?

I don't know.

I got, uh, an e-mail
from Gibbs.

Told me to meet him
down here in the lab.

So did I.

Hmm. Probies first.

(remote beeps)

(slam, latch slides shut)

Come on... Gibbs
doesn't use e-mail.

Hi, guys.

We've been set up.

(laughs)

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