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♪ My girl's ready
to take control ♪

♪ She just blows my mind ♪

♪ She only listens
to the radio ♪

♪ To see who's alive ♪

♪ They said,
hey, there, girl... ♪

You're under arrest!

You bad, bad boy...

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Morning, Agent Fillmore.

Ten-hut.

Like the Army greens.

We do investigate crimes
of the Navy here, though.

Nice smile. Good thing I have
a strong ego, or I'd think

you didn't like me.

What?

Ziva... did she call?

You haven't spoken
to her either, huh?

Tried talking to her
on the plane, but, uh...

I don't know.

Things got...

These details are classified.

Thank you.

- No, they're not.
- They should be.

What's going on
around here anyway?

I had to sign an autograph
going through security.

I know what you mean.

You know Janice
in Psych Services?

Man hands? Great eyes.

Yeah. She asked me out
for drinks tomorrow night.

That's not bad for a guy
who spent half the last mission

- sleeping on the floor.
- Was not sleeping

- on the floor.
- Could have fooled me.

She'll call when she's ready.

Last time I said that,

I ended up tied
to a chair in North Africa.

She's coming back, right?

Ah, she's coming back.

Course I don't know
where she's gonna sit.

20 bucks says that desk gonna be
empty by the end of next month.

Hate to disappoint you.

My letter of resignation.

Well, that's, uh, very long.

I had a hard time
choosing the right adjectives.

I couldn't decide
between "childish,"

"juvenile," and just
plain old "annoying."

It's true.

And you... you know better,

but you're so busy
playing the faithful sidekick,

you just go along for the ride.

Well, I've had enough.

Make sure that
Agent Gibbs gets that.

- Annoying?
- Sidekick?

Hello, Gibbs.

Your door was open.

Usually is.

I, uh, apologize for being late.

The Navy lodge I was staying
at ran a surprise drill

this morning, so I just...

It's not important.

How are you?

I am fine... Gibbs.

That is what I wished

to speak to you about,
among other things.

First of all, I...

wanted to say...

thank you.

Which hardly seems sufficient.

Considering so, I...
It just called, um...

It's an old Buck mortise chisel.

That is not for rescuing me.

That is for leaving me
in Israel.

You're probably wondering,

perhaps I rigged it
to explode...

No.

I was thinking
this is a really nice chisel.

When, uh...

you left me in Israel,

I... I felt betrayed.

But I...

I had a long time
to think about things.

Very, very, very

long time.

And you were right
to leave me there.

I know.

Well, the point is,
now I do, too.

I had forgotten
who I could trust.

We were a team,
and I would like that again.

You need to talk
to the director.

It is your blessing I came for.

Yeah.

DiNozzo, what do you got?

Uh-huh. Where?

Meet you there.

Triple homicide.

You need to talk to Leon Vance.

I already told him
to expect you.

And he's not the only one
you need to talk to.

Hey, you missed a shot
there, sidekick.

I'm not your sidekick, Tony.

And yet, you are.

No, I am not,
because you're not the boss.

When Gibbs isn't here,
I'm the boss.

Gibbs is here.

Hey, boss.

Uh, Marine Staff Sergeant
Jeff Ross.

He's the one
who booked the room.

Said it was for
a buddy's bachelor party.

Local LEOs identified him.

Then they called us.

Haven't identified
the other two yet.

Still waiting on the Duck Man.

Who found him?

That would be the stripper.

She's in the next room
with her manager.

Where is Fillmore?

Finally. I've been here
since 3:00 a.m.

You have someplace else
you have to be?

Not me, but her.

Scorpio's my best dancer.

Listen, I got here
as soon as I heard.

Hector Stuckey.

I'm in show biz.

Okay... let me hear it.

Start at the beginning.

Take your time.

Uh, Hector gave me the address.

These guys regular customers?

No. First-timers.

I do a lot of business here.

I got a deal with the hotel.

Look.

My own cologne.
It's got my number.

Keep it.

Yeah, it's okay. I'm gonna pass.

I... I met with him

in the lobby in the afternoon.

He said he wanted
to surprise his friends, so...

so he gave me a key.

I came in through that door

and spotted them
the way they are now,

except...

Except what?

I'm pretty sure he had hair
when I first met him.

Take it off.

Yeah.

Duck?

Even the sharpest of razors,
on a-on a shave this close

would cause pseudofolliculitis
barbae, aka...

Razor burn.

Yeah.

However,

note the complete lack
of dermabrasive disruption.

Whoever did this did so

after they were dead.

Bachelor number one is
Marine Staff Sergeant Jeff Ross,

a mechanic on leave
from Camp Muchuk in South Korea.

Second victim:
Eric Jurel, a civilian.

Runs an auctioneering
school in D.C.

Guest of honor:

Alan Sandich,
a low-level file clerk

at the Pentagon.

Talk to the fiancée?

Uh, she's out of town,

but we are working
on getting ahold of her now.

No criminal records

across the board,
unless you count

egging a church
freshman year of high school.

These guys have known
each other for a while.

Why would you egg a church?

Find out.

You got it, boss.

Tony, let's go.

Follow me.

No, no, no. You follow me.

Don't fight
your inner sidekick, McGee.

It's unbecoming.

I could say
the same thing to you.

No, you can't because

everyone knows that sidekicks
are shorter, and you...

Are exactly
the same height as you.

Look, you're not gonna
make me say it, are you?

You think you're too
good-looking to be the sidekick?

No. People think
I'm too good-looking.

Specifically, the women people.

Actually, I find McGee
to be the more handsome.

Nothing personal.

Hi.

Hello.

So, what are you doing here?

David... with me.

That answers that question.

I have to go.

Agent Gibbs already briefed me.

You want back.

Is that right?

That is correct.

Have you discussed this
with your father?

I am not sure
how his opinion is relevant.

We rescued you.

Not Mossad, not your father.

I think it would be
very relevant.

Have I not been
a valuable asset to NCIS?

Without question.

Then what is the problem?

David, you were never an agent.

You were the Mossad
liaison officer,

which, by definition,
requires you

to have a relationship
with Mossad.

Have you even spoken
to your father?

No.

You're damaged goods.

How damaged I need to know

before I can even begin to
figure out what to do with you.

You pass a psych evaluation
battery, and we'll talk.

Thank you.

David.

No promises.

The auction chant...

To most of the public,
it's gibberish.

But it's actually
carefully crafted to avoid

giving people time to think.

Thoughtful people spend less,

and spending is the name
of the proverbial game.

Any questions?

Yeah. I have some.

I have a question, as well.

Break down into teams of two
and practice.

Is this about Eric Jurel?

I already heard.

Good news travels fast.

Good news?

Well, he's dead, isn't he?

Did you wake up this morning
wanting to be the prime suspect

in a murder investigation?

If wishing Eric Jurel dead
makes me a suspect,

then so is every employee
of this auction school.

Eric took pleasure
in making others miserable.

No one is shedding any tears
for that man.

You sure about that?

Ugh, that's Elaina,
our miscellaneous items broker.

She could sell sand to a Bedouin

and then bore him to death
about her latest crush.

Pay her no heed.

It's our job to heed.

You agreed
to the purchase price.

Fine, if you don't want it,
I know 20 people who will

and a lawyer
who will have your head.

Can I help you?

Yes, um,

we'd like to ask you a few
questions about your boss.

You're Elaina, right?

I assume you've heard the news?

Yes.

It's terrible.

Were you two...

No.

I mean, I was...

He wasn't...

No, we weren't.

You know, it's not that
there wasn't a spark.

It's just that he...

Any reason that you can think of

why someone would want him dead?

Well, a lot of people
misunderstood him.

But Eric was a good man,
deep down.

I can't see anyone
wanting to hurt him.

But...

But what?

I... overheard him...

on the phone in the office.

That he said he thought
someone was following him.

I have never been
to a bachelor party.

Really?

How sad.

Well, I've been invited.

It's just, one time I was sick

and then another time
I had a, uh, broken leg.

Well, I could tell you stories
that would make your hair curl.

- Well, go on.
- No.

- It's better he doesn't. Duck.
- Oh, Jethro.

Can't I tell him
about the time when...

Better I don't.

Uh, I called you down here
because liver pathology

suggested... and Abby
later confirmed...

That all three men were drugged
prior to their deaths.

The champagne.

And while semi-conscious,
one was drowned,

one suffocated,
and Sergeant Ross here

died of a massive
alcohol poisoning.

Likely ingested under duress.

Semi-conscious?

Very astute, Jethro.

- The killer...
- Wanted them

awake when they died.

Which implies a deeper meaning

to the ritualistic manner
of their deaths.

Mr. Palmer here
discovered something.

I found an inconsistency
in Ross's military file.

The record states
that he sustained an injury

during a work-related accident

on base in Korea,
but Dr. Mallard

found evidence
of a gunshot wound.

Not something I'd expect to see
in a work-related injury.

Falsified the report.

It's a good assumption.

Hey, boss.

Uh, ATM and traffic cameras...

We got a tip
that one of our victims

was, uh, being followed.

Thought I'd check on
some of the routes he was on.

See if we could find out
who the tail was.

Yeah, the swiping thing was...

Need to talk to
Sergeant Ross's C.O.

- in South Korea.
- I'll set it up and...

- Where's DiNozzo?
- On an interview.

Alan Sandich's fiancée's
back in town.

And she's already reengaged.

Does it remind you
of anyone, boss?

How long are you gonna keep
making those jokes, DiNozzo?

I think that was
actually the last time

I'm ever gonna make that joke.

Sorry.

She's engaged already?

It's only been 24 hours.

Not exactly.

Check this out.

Wow.

That's illegal in most states.

There's parts of Europe
you can...

It's bad behavior.

This is from Sandich's
bachelor party.

Turn it off.

Yeah, it's his real
bachelor party.

Five months ago.

When Sandich's fiancée

found the tape,
she called off the engagement.

She hasn't seen him since.

Which means...

They were all still single.

Second bachelor party
was just a cover.

Cover for what?

I've heard of a cover
story for a bachelor party,

but I've never heard of one
being the cover story.

What do you think
they were really up to?

The usual.

No good.

Any luck on whoever's
following Eric Jurel,

our auction house owner?

No, and it was over a week ago.

Could try to recreate
your victim's daily route

by using his cell's GPS history.

Then see if there are any other
cell phones consistently

in the same area.

If so...

We've got Jurel's tail.

I'm sorry.

I overheard you two talking.

No, thank you, 'cause
that is extremely helpful.

I mean, we can pull the GPS
history and look at the logs.

And I'm gonna go do that

after I get a Nutter Butter.

Taking the tour?

I have my first
psych evaluation.

Oh, yeah, I always love those.

I'm sure.

You get to talk about
yourself the entire time.

I'm sorry, I meant, um...

No, no, no, that's okay.

No one's ever accused you
of having tact.

Sorry.

Sorry, I gotta take this.

It's work.

DiNozzo.

Listen, I've got...

For you.

Hello.

Ziva, you said you were
coming down to the lab.

Yes, sorry, Abby.

- I know I said I would.
- Come now.

All right, I will be right down.

Haven't had your private
Abby welcome yet, huh?

Careful, she might
give you a 21-gun salute.

I will, um...

see you later.

I will be right here.

Hello, Abby.

What the hell
is wrong with you?!

How could you have doubted Tony

after everything you've
been through together?

You really think
that Tony killed Rivkin

because he was jealous?

- Abby, please calm...
- You weren't thinking.

That's right.
You weren't thinking.

Although I suppose
I could understand

your initial reaction.

You were in an emotional time
for you, and people act rashly.

But to tell Gibbs
that you didn't trust Tony?!

Which I guess I also could
understand, you know.

I mean, he did just
shoot your boyfriend.

In your living room.

To death.

All right,
I-I'll give you that one.

But this is Tony
we're talking about here!

All.. all soft and goofy
on the outside

and 100% rock on the inside.

And after everything
you accused him of,

he risked his life
to go save you!

You should be ashamed
of yourself!

Even though, in hindsight,

it is starting to make
a little bit more sense now.

But either way,
the ball is in your court.

It is Tony one and Ziva zilch.

This is your move.

And it better be a good one.

God, I was so worried about you.

I know.

Nice to speak to you
in person, Agent Gibbs.

I'm sure I'm not the first
to say, "ooh-rah."

Quite a feat your team
pulled off in North Africa.

Uh-huh.

Love to hear the details.

Come on, Gunny.

We don't get a lot of action
in South Korea.

Sergeant Ross... you know him?

He's a good man.

How can I help?

Accident report you signed
said he hurt himself on base?

He was a flight mechanic.

Got his arm
caught in a hydraulic.

Really?

My M.E. here says
it was a gunshot wound.

He's pretty smart.

You care to revise your report?

Guess I have to.

Starting with the fact
Ross was actually

the biggest bastard
I'd ever met.

Why would you falsify a report?

Was trying to avoid
an international incident.

Ross took two days of leave.

Said he was visiting
his girl in Seoul.

When he came back,
he'd been shot.

Husband?

That's what he said.

I gave him a verbal reprimand
and buried it.

Geopolitics here are dicey.

Not gonna win hearts and minds
going after another man's tail.

I'm gonna need a revised report.

I'll have it on your desk
at 0800 tomorrow.

I got something for you to sign.

Ziva's reinstatement.

She passed her first psych eval?

She didn't fail;
let's put it that way.

Saleem's men put
a world of hurt on her,

but I think she's viable.

What's Eli David think?

I got some details to work out.

Not gonna try
if you don't want her.

Or were you hoping that I
couldn't work out the details

so you wouldn't even
have to make that call?

I already told you, Leon.

We need Ziva.

Yeah... I remember.

Well, that should
make it easy for you.

Sergeant Ross went MIA during
a two-day leave last month.

Find out where he went.

In South Korea?

Okay, I'll just
make some phone calls.

Order me some Berlitz CDs.

Hey, boss, I think
we've got a way to find out

who was tailing Jurel,
the auction house guy.

The red line was Jurel's
daily drive before he died.

We're looking for cell signals
that were shadowing him.

It was actually Ziva's idea.

We weren't discussing the case.

She just walked by.

I got a hit.

It's a cell phone.

Shows up close
to Jurel's car several times.

You got a name?

That is odd.

Well, cell doesn't have
a valid ESN number.

It's not registered
with any carrier.

Could be black market.

It's a burn phone, Tim.
Just say burn phone.

Can you trace it?

I can do better than that;
I can take you right to it.

It's inside.

With me, McGee.

In position.

On my mark.

Go.

Baltimore Police.

Got two suspects.

NCIS.

Got a call: shots fired.

Partner's got one suspect
in the alley.

DiNozzo.

Gibbs.

Shelley.

Guessing he's in charge now.

Good guess.

Is Friendly still on the force?

Retired last year.

DiNozzo...
Wait, are you Tony DiNozzo?

Only if I don't owe you money.

You don't.

Just glad to have you
at my back, sir.

Clear.

Clear.

Jurel's tail was here.
He's gone now.

This guy...

Officer Shelley?

It's locked.

McGEE:
There's nothing in back.

Alley was empty.

Couldn't find the partner.

That's because
he was never here.

This is Shelley's house.

There are three men murdered

at a fake bachelor party.

What were they
really doing there?

No one knows.

This is definitely the cell
that was tailing Jurel.

If Shelley was working a case,

Baltimore PD
doesn't know about it.

Still, no one knows.

What we do know is

that Shelley
was tailing the victims.

Uh, found those under his bed.

Not tailing... targeting.

Spending a lot of time
at airports.

Well, there's nothing useful
on the cell itself,

but the model retails
for over a grand.

Yeah, that's not bad
on a cop's salary.

We found this on his computer.

- Suicide note.
- Rambling.

Says, uh, he's sorry;
doesn't say why.

We interrupted the second half
of a murder-suicide?

Well, let's not hang around
and find out. DiNozzo.

I will, uh, contact my buddies
at the Baltimore PD,

- see if they know where
Shelley was headed. -McGee.

I'll look into
Shelley's background,

see if there's any connection
between him and the victims.

Thanks.

Hey.

McGee.

You taking a break?

I was on my way to the office,

came to get a coffee,
saw you sitting here,

thought I'd come say hello.

I was actually coming
to look for you.

I wanted to say...

thank you.

Did you come to the navy yard
just to say thanks or...?

I am, uh, finishing my psych
evaluation with

Dr. Bracco today.

Janice Bracco, with the...?

Man hands
and the pretty eyes, yes.

Why?

Um, nothing, no.

So how's it going?

I will not deny

these past three months
have been...

a challenge.

But that was all in the past,
and the past is the past.

Is it?

Yes.

So why are you avoiding Tony?

Hey, boss,
when did you get back?

Ten minutes ago.

Just, uh, taking a...

Coffee break?

Yeah.

Hey, I found a connection

between Officer Shelley
and our dead guys.

They went to
the same high school.

Yeah, how'd you know?

Uh, there is more.

The records say
that our dead guys

had a history of bullying.

Shelley was
their favorite target.

Mm, they brutalized him.

Gives us motive,

assuming that he held a grudge
all these years.

And if he didn't,
it recently got a refresh,

and I'm going to explain that
after I hit the head.

DiNozzo.

It can wait.

I spoke to a buddy
from Homicide,

and he said that Shelley
pulled over Sergeant Ross

about a month ago
and gave him a ticket,

and then ended up
giving him three tickets

once he realized it was his
old high school tormentor.

Oh, I bet that felt good.

You would think that.

Fun didn't last long.

Why don't you check your e-mail.

Ross got payback.

E-mailed an old
high school video

of Shelley to everyone
in Shelley's precinct.

Turn that off!
Turn that off!

Not the sort of thing
you want your buddies to see.

Oh, yeah.

Hold on.

Smile for the camera, baby.

He looks like a monk.

I've seen that before.

Yeah, at our murder scene.

Boss, I think Shelley
was recreating

incidents from his past.

Look at our dead guy
with the head in the toilet.

- Toilet.
- Was a weekly occurrence

for Shelley.

Jurel and his buddies at prom

forced Shelley to drink until he
got sick, same as Sergeant Ross.

But their favorite pastime
was stuffing Shelley's head

into his backpack.

Yeah, I'd say

Shelley held a grudge
all these years.

- We got motive.
- And opportunity.

Be nice to have Shelley.

McGee,

- bank statements, credit cards.
- Yeah.

DiNozzo.

Yes, boss?

- Shake it.
- Thank you, boss.

Oh, God.

♪ Which my father bought ♪

♪ For two zuzim ♪

♪ Chad gadya... ♪

How long you been
standing there?

Long enough to see
that you are well hydrated

after your time in the desert.

And the thinking
behind surprising me?

I was not sure what to say.

But you were sure it had to be

said in the men's room.

I'm sure it had to be said.

When you shot Michael,

I almost killed you
where you stood.

I wasn't standing.

No, you weren't.

You were lying on the ground

without adequate backup,
completely violating protocol.

And double-parked.

Yes, I noticed.

But that does not matter.

Just like it does not matter
how it worked out for Michael.

So what does?

That you had my back.

That you have always had my back

and that I was...

wrong... to question
your motives.

So why did you?

I trusted my brother Ari.

I trusted Michael.

I could not afford to trust you.

I thought you weren't sure
what to say.

Guess I had a long time
to think about things.

I'm sorry, Ziva.

No.

It is I who am sorry.

Your instincts were right.

You were a cop,

and I should have never faulted
you for thinking like one.

I'm a cop.

I think like a cop.

Genius.

I know how to find
Officer Shelley.

Track his burn phone.

Well, we already know
where it is.

It's in the evidence garage.

He's got another one.

Well, that's great,

but without
the cells' ESN numbers,

we can't track any of 'em.

Think, McSidekick.

Use the leading man.

Harness those powers.

Okay.

It was an unregistered phone.

It was pricey

- for a cop.
- Bingo.

Shelley took it from a bust.

Happens all the time.

An extra Rolex

or laptop disappears
from the evidence locker,

not that I've ever done
anything like that.

Officer Shelley busted
a black-market cell phone ring

last year, and...

the impounded cells'
ESN numbers are all logged.

If he's got one,
we can track it.

See if any are active.

We got one of 'em.

Making a call right now.

Boss, you may want
to answer that.

Yeah. Gibbs.

Let me talk to DiNozzo.

I'm here.

I know how it looks.

I shouldn't have run,

but I-I didn't kill those guys.

You draw the line
at criminal stalking?

I was following 'em, yeah.

Some kind of deal was going
down; I wanted the details.

You wanted payback.

The plan was just
to take their pot of gold,

hit 'em where it hurts.

I didn't kill anybody.

I was set up.

Well, then,

why don't you just come on in?
I'm a good listener.

I assume you got my location

by now.

Yeah.

Phone booth

by the newsstand on K Street.

Come alone.

Thing belongs in a museum.

McGee.

Yeah, ready.

Oh, boy.

All right, hop out of there.

I got to use the phone.

Here they come,

DiNozzo.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I see 'em.

Uh-oh.

Come on, we got to go.

Come on!

Here we go, now!

- You okay?
- Yeah.

I got something wet in my hands,

but I don't want
to think about it.

Shooter was pretty close.

- Point-blank range.
- Witness saw

someone approach the car, heard
the shot, shooter took off.

Which suggests that Officer
Shelley knew his attacker.

Said he was set up.

Well, his presence here
would tend to confirm that.

But set up by who?

Someone who knew his past.

Making it appear

that he stalked and murdered
his tormenters.

Hey.

We got a lead on the mystery
deal Shelley was tracking.

It's from Sergeant Ross's
C.O. in Korea.

It's a report of a shooting

near the DMZ at an airstrip
used by smugglers.

C.O. thinks that's where Ross

went on his two-day leave.

After the shooting, SATCOM
tracked the plane leaving,

lost contact.

Think Ross had a package
on that plane?

He had something.

We want to find out what,

we need to find out
who killed Officer...

- Bless you.
- Thank you.

Shelley.
Officer Shelley.

I think it's something
on the body.

Yes, cologne.

He must have come into contact

recently with an overcologner.

I was just about
to take a sample

up to Abby for analysis.

We...

So I advertise
on cologne bottles.

Is that a crime?

- Should be.
- Can't believe this.

Amateur hour here.

McGEE:
I looked into Hector's records.

Turns out

he is a man of many...

A man of many talents.

Sorry, boss.

Strippers are just his cover.

He's actually a fence.

Never been convicted

but suspected of fencing
everything from bootleg DVDs

to SCUD missile parts.

What's he fencing now?

How'd you get the shiner?

I cut myself shaving.

Your DNA underneath
his fingernails.

He came by this morning,
then he left.

End of story.

One body not good enough

for you, tough guy?
'Cause I got

three more right here!

I had nothing to do with this

and I told the cop
the same thing.

Why was he asking you?

You've got the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say will be used
against you

- in a court... -Wait, wait,
hold on, hold on, hold on.

Jurel came to me
with something big.

The plane out of Korea...
It had a package on it.

The package was the plane.

Jurel's buddies fudged
some paperwork,

got their hands
on a military cargo plane

scheduled for decommissioning.

Jurel wanted me to fence it.

Worth a couple million.

They went to the hotel
to celebrate.

My girl shows up.
She's only supposed to do

her dance as a token
of my appreciation

and pick up a package.

The lock codes for the plane.

And then you know
what she found instead.

Officer Shelley.

Next thing I know,
cop shows up at my door.

Roughs me up

and accuses me of setting him up
for murder.

And he just lets you go?

Yeah, after I told him
exactly what I'm telling you.

He got the wrong guy.

And I got

about 50 people at Club Pubis

that can testify to that.

Well, it's not quite 50,
but, uh, close enough.

Club Pubis is a strip club.

Hector MCs there
on Thursday nights.

There's at least a dozen people

that can put him there
at the time of the murders.

So we are back to:
who killed the cop?

And...

why they used an antique
percussion cap pistol to do it.

I ran ballistics on the bullet
that killed Officer Shelley.

- It was a new bullet fired
from an old gun. -How old?

It was from a 19th century
VR tower pistol.

I know a shooting range nearby

- where you can take that
for a spin. -What?

Spin?

This is a fine antique,

not some cheap revolver.

Keep all your fine antiques
in the trunk?

No.

I recently discovered it
missing from inventory.

I suspected it was stolen.

And... I've been looking for it.

And there it is.

Yeah, it works out nicely for us

since that gun was used
in a murder.

Uh...

- this isn't my car.
- Yeah, we know that.

It's Elaina's.

Where is she?

I-I-I just called her.

I said to meet me out here
to explain this.

She hasn't had time
to dump it yet.

Look who's here, boss.

See, you run away like that,

it kind of makes you
look guilty,

Miss Marcus.

Guilty of what?

- Murder.
- Always said she was trouble.

She found out about a deal
your boss had going down.

You partnered
with Officer Shelley.

Then you double-crossed him

and kept the payday
for yourself.

Set Shelley up for murder.

What's so funny?

You haven't arrested me.

Means you don't have any proof.

McProof.

Fake suicide note

we found on Shelley's computer...

We traced the worm that planted
that back to your laptop.

Proves you killed Jurel,
his buddies, and Shelley.

Uh-oh.

You know what that means.

- You're under arrest.
- You're under arrest.

You're a bad little putty tat.

Where'd boss go?

I don't know.

We need to talk.

Sit down.

When I came to see you and said

I wanted back...

you said it was
the director's call.

But I sensed your hesitation.

I sense it now.

Even though I...

thought I made myself clear.

I understand

- what you did in Israel...
- Your brother

Ari.

You know what happened
that night.

It was here.

I want to hear it from you.

You had orders to kill
your brother to earn my trust?

Yes.

That's a problem.

You don't understand.

You're damn right
I don't understand.

- When I volunteered
for that mission... -You killed

your own brother, Ziva!

It was because I hoped
my father was wrong about Ari

and I did not want someone else
blindly following orders.

I volunteered to protect him,
Gibbs.

- You lied to me.
- No, when I told you

Ari was innocent, I believed it.

But yes.

I would have lied to you.

He was my brother.

And you were nothing.

But I was wrong about Ari.

And you.

When I pulled the trigger
to save your life,

I was not following orders.

I mean, how could you
even think...?

He was my brother.

And now he is gone.

Eli is all but dead to me.

And the closest thing I have...

to a father...

is accusing me.

Okay.

Headed straight to the airport.

Yeah, well, that's why
they call it a go bag, honey,

and I keep it in the trunk
of my car.

Yeah, all right.

I'll-I'll call you
as soon as I land.

Yeah, uh...

I love you.

I love you, too.

Bye.

All right.

Moving on.

So how was your date

with the, uh, shrink
last night, McRomeo?

Think I'm gonna tell you?

Tells me everything
I need to know.

It's actually
pretty complicated.

Dr. Bracco is Ziva's...

Ziva's what?

Ziva's here.

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