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I have a staff meeting on Thursday night
that'll probably go late.

You free around 10:00?

I don't think so, Gary.

What was that?

Someone's downstairs.

What are you doing?

Stay there.

Hold it!

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You look great.

I try.

All right, start wide,
we're gonna work our way in.

Look this way.

Okay, good.

Right there.
Good!

Look back at your computer.

- Ziva, what's going on?
- Tony has been selected to be

on the front cover
of the new NCIS recruiting brochure.

You gotta be kidding me.

Check it out.

Who's the new face of NCIS?

You're looking at it, McEnvy.

Get used to it.

There will be no living
with him now.

Now?

All right, just pretend
like you're working at your computer.

Yeah, that should look very natural.
He does that all the time.

Like working for real?

Can we... I'm sorry.

Because...

I think my left side is better,
and we're doing a lot of...

Did Gibbs authorize this?

Nope, wasn't consulted.

You're up. Marine shot and killed
an intruder in Arlington.

Special Agent Gibbs,
Ron Sands, Public Affairs.

I know who you are, Sandy.

Special Agent DiNozzo
can't leave, Sir.

We're not finished with him yet.

I'll drive, Boss.

All right.

Take five.

Hey, Boss?

Police think it was a home
invasion robbery gone bad.

Back door was jimmied.

Guy clearly had no idea whose house
he was breaking into.

They ID the body?

No. No wallet, no car keys...
Don't even know how he got here.

Only thing he brought
with him was a gun.

Intruder's weapon.

Serial number's been filed off.
Maybe Abby can lift something.

Get the fingerprint scanner.

- DiNozzo, make sure you check upstairs.
- Just about to, Boss.

Hey, Tony.
Can you help me with this?

Are you wearing makeup?

This in Afghanistan?

It was two months ago.

- Kandahar.
- You take the picture?

I am the picture.

You're a bomb tech.

Just being a regular office
POG didn't cut it for me.

- Any regrets?
- Still got all my fingers.

It's my team leader.

I'm on call.

911 call was at 2:25 a.m.

That's pretty consistent
with the time of death.

Three shots, she says?

She certainly knew
where to put them.

Yes, Sergeant. I understand.

Get her statement?

Don't you guys work out
of the Navy Yard?

They received a bomb threat
from an anti-war group.

Where on the base?

Aboard the ceremonial ship,
the USS Barry,

I need to go.

- When do I get my weapon back?
- When we're finished with it.

Nice apartment.

What?

She said she was alone last night?

- Yeah.
- I don't think so.

- Why?
- I was poking around upstairs,

like you asked me to,

and I noticed there was a queen-sized
bed with both sides rumpled.

And that does not mean anything.

I do not make my bed every day.

But I bet you sleep
on the same side of it.

- That it?
- Nope.

Toilet seat was up.

Maybe she's more Marine
than I thought.

Boss, we're having a problem here.
I can't get a scan.

Wait a minute.

His fingerprints have been removed.

Imagine that.

A burglar that doesn't need gloves.

There's talk that after the recruitment
brochure is published, I may do

a promotional tour
of college campuses.

Frightening thought
for the co-eds of America.

They're gonna put a giant cardboard
cutout of me in Career Services

to greet new applicants.

Abby, why's the music so loud?

I'm trying to drown out the sirens.
What's going on out there?

The bomb threat on the Barry.

Okay, then why aren't you guys
out there investigating

that instead of being in here,
bugging me?

Agent Krone is handling it.

We need your help.

I'm... I'm a little busy.

I have to get the serial
number off this gun.

Okay. Facial recognition,
nothing yet, huh?

No, McGee.
I would've called.

I've run him through every U.S. database
and got nothing,

and now I'm running him
through Interpol.

Doesn't make sense.

This guy's obviously
got a criminal past.

Why else would he have
his fingerprints removed?

I emailed you an audio file,

okay, 'cause there's a background sound
I need you to enhance?

How did you get
the password to my account?

McGee gave it to me.

Thanks, McGee.

What?
No, I didn't. I...

There was no handing out
of any password.

- He did.
- No. No, I, no, what...

911 operator.
What is the nature of your emergency?

I just shot a man
who broke into my house.

What's the address?
We'll dispatch an ambulance.

Don't need an ambulance.
There's no rush.

- He's dead.
- She sounds really calm.

- She diffuses bombs for a living.
- Right.

Okay, wait.
Here it comes. Listen.

'Scuse you, McGee.

Play it again.

There, see?
That sounds like a voice.

Sounds like a TV? Radio, maybe?

No, cause the phone call goes on
for two-and-a-half minutes,

and, you only hear it once.

Okay, let's listen.

Couldn't call earlier.
I'm on my way.

It's a man's voice.

Someone else was there.

I knew she was lying.

Sergeant Dempsey grew up
in Greenough, Montana.

Became a local celebrity

when she filed a discrimination lawsuit
against the Board of Education.

They wouldn't let her play
high school football.

One year of Junior College,
then she enlisted in the Corps.

Basic training at Paris Island, 2 tours
in Iraq with a Civil Affairs group

and then E.O.D. school
at Eglin Air Force Base.

Disciplinary actions?

Yep. Three of them.

One for fighting,
two for questioning authority.

Clearly,
she doesn't play well with others.

- Family?
- Never been married.

Parents divorced,
and one brother, living in D.C.

Boyfriend?

No one came up.

So, I ask you once again,

who was the guy on the phone talking
and why did she lie to us about it?

There's no hardwired phone
in Sergeant Dempsey's residence,

so our mystery caller
had to be using his cell.

Checked the local towers that hour.

Usage was very low.

And we know the time
of Sergeant Dempsey's call to 911,

that was 2:25 a.m.

That exact moment, there were only 32
other cellular calls in progress.

I can run them down.

Pressure Dempsey.

Can you track her down for me, Ziva?

- Thanks.
- Sure.

Hey, Tony, how's it going?

Hey, Ron.
You need something?

Truth is, I'm under the gun, here.

I gotta get the artwork
to the printer tomorrow,

but I'm not really sure
I have the cover shot just yet.

I have an idea.

How about that?
It's a beautiful booking photo.

Green does bring out my eyes.

That's pretty good.

Heather Dempsey's not answering.

But there are still emergency vehicles
in front of the ship.

- What's going on?
- There's a bomb threat.

On a ship?
Sounds like a pretty good photo op.

You guys mind if I tag along?

That's not a good idea.

You should really ask Gibbs first
this time, Tony.

Grab your photographer, Ronnie.

So what do you think he used?
Acid?

Possibly. There are several methods.

- Pineapple, for instance.
- Pineapple?

Yeah, in the 1920s,
a cat burglar named Nigel Hubbard

left no fingerprints.

Baffled Scotland Yard for years.

Pineapple contains an acid, pectin.

Hubbard pricked...

each of his fingertips several times

and then soaked them
in the juice of the fruit.

It was very painful, but effective.

Columella-labial junction.

The outer portion of his nose,
here...

No, no, no, no, not his.
Mine. I have a confounded itch.

If you would be so kind...

- I hate it when it does this.
- Wait, wait...

Am I interrupting something, boys?

Have we come up
with a name for this fellow yet?

No. I was hoping
you'd help with that, Duck.

Yeah, we may be able
to winnow it down a bit.

His age, for example.

Based on dentition and his bones,

I would say he's a man
of between 55 and 60 years of age.

- Okay, that's a start.
- There's more.

His liver is not his own.

Transplant.

And by the look of the sutures
and the type of procedure used,

I say it was done
15 to 20 years ago.

And liver transplants weren't
all that common back then.

We haven't finished,
so there may be more.

I've just been regaling Mr. Palmer
on the methods used by criminals

to remove their fingerprints
over the years.

It's fascinating stuff,

as is the whole history
of dactyloscopy.

It goes back to Edward Henry,

Inspector General of Bengal,
who in 1897...

What do you got, Agent Krone?

Ship's been evacuated.
Some kind of anti-war protest.

Phoned in a threat.

And we found a suspicious
backpack down below.

You guys are investigating
a shooting, right?

You need some help? I'd love
to show Agent Gibbs what I can do.

Think we got it covered.

I have worked at the Navy Yard
for 5 years

and I have never set foot
on this boat.

- Ship.
- Whatever.

It's used for ceremonial purposes,
open to the public for tours.

I'll be topside, if you need me.

- Hey.
- Hey, you busy?

I wish.
Robbie the Robot's doing my job.

- And where is that?
- Two decks down.

Dogs found it.

Micro-sensors on the robot sniffed
spectral signature

of explosive compounds.

Who's he?

Public Affairs Officer.

You brought your publicist with you?
To a bomb threat?

Can we talk?

Little busy right now,
Agent DiNozzo.

Got contact.

I'll be standing by.

It's against the law
to lie to a federal officer.

You want to change the statement
you gave us this morning?

We know
you weren't alone last night.

Really? Who was I with?

We don't know,
but we're gonna find out.

Come on, just one more inch.

Damn!

It's hooked on
the pressure release valve.

I'm having trouble getting it off.

Enough with the toys,
Master Guns, let me go in.

I'm giving it another shot,
Sergeant Dempsey.

All right, come on.

I'm suiting up.

Go.

I'm taking one more shot at it.

- What did I miss?
- Nothing. It is still snagged.

I'm gonna reposition the robot.

If it had a motion sensor,
it would have gone off by now.

You have no idea what's in there,
Dempsey.

Back the robot out.
I'm gonna need room.

Backing it out.
Don't say I didn't warn you.

Robot clear and deactivated.

Watch your six, Dempsey.

Careful, Dempsey.

Are you clear to release it?

Affirmative.

I'm taking it off
the pressure relief valve now.

- See? No problem.
- Get it to the containment vessel.

I'm here.
I'll just disarm it now.

Don't be stupid.

Just gonna take a look inside.

Gutsy.

Or crazy.

What do we got?

Trouble.

There's a timer.
I'm out of here.

She all right?

- Get a corpsman!
- Yes, Sergeant.

You okay?

You were right.

That was stupid.

DiNozzo and David?

Just called from the infirmary.

Sergeant Dempsey's gonna be okay.
They're keeping her for observation.

Apparently, that bomb
was more flash than bang.

Someone's making a statement.

Special Agent Krone's
problem now, not ours.

Got something on your mind, Tim?

I eliminated every cell phone
that was in use during the time.

Dempsey called 911.

Every cell phone

except one.

Got a name?

And it's not going to be easy.

Spit it out, McGee.

It's a secure phone,

registered to the FBI.

- Supposed to be here an hour ago.
- My daughter had a performance.

Be nice to me.

I just spent two hours
with our ex-wife.

She mention my name?

Not for years.

Hey, you shaved your beard.

That's very observant.

- What is that?
- It's rice.

I thought you were
picking up cheeseburgers.

It's lamb curry
from the Punjab Express.

We both agreed we hate that place.

We did,
but I got a twofer coupon in the mail.

Well, did you order it spicy
or mild?

Atomic.

So whose cell phone was it?

Why do you need to know?

Home-invasion robbery.
A Marine shot an intruder.

Whoever had that cell phone
was there.

Doesn't sound right.

Marine's female.

Attractive.

He was with her at 2:00
in the morning.

She's covering for him.

An affair?
No way.

Who is he?

The guy's high up in the Bureau.

Way above our pay grade, Jethro.

Only did one field tour.

Worked his way up through bureaucracy
to the highest levels of the FBI.

He's as straight-arrow as they come.

Give me his name, will you?

Gary Tolin.

Executive Assistant Director

of the Criminal Investigations
Division.

Got another cereal bowl?

Guns usually speak to me.

They tell me what I need to know.

You, sir, are not cooperating.

This is getting scary.

Dr. Mallard talks to the dead, and now
you're talking to evidence. Never mind.

It usually works with firearms.

This one's just not saying a peep.

The gun's owner is talking.

Sort of: "We need your help".

Well, I need a break.

You, don't go anywhere.

- What do you need?
- We know the intruder

had a liver transplant
between 15 and 20 years ago.

So I'm not sure how complete your older
databases are, but could you...

Run a computer search
of the transplant list

and narrow it down?
What do you have so far?

Let's see here.
Male, Caucasian, approximately 55.

73 inches tall, green eyes, brown hair,
blood type A-positive.

And, at one point in his life,
fractured his L5 vertebrae.

Okay, I'm on it.

Bye.

- Go away.
- What?

- Back to the duck pond.
- Right.

You weren't alone, Sergeant.

Really?

Your people keep telling me that.

Who was I with?

Executive Assistant Director
Gary Tolin of the FBI.

What was going on?

- What do you think was going on?
- I'm tired of the game, Sergeant.

Answer the question.

He was speaking at a seminar
on terrorist threat assessment.

We met at the cocktail hour afterwards.
Started talking, hit it off.

Found him sort of cute.

I invited him back to my place.

For coffee.

How detailed do you want me to get?

We're consenting adults.

His being there had nothing
to do with the robbery.

After I shot the guy, Gary panicked,

told me he was married.

Told him to go home.

I'd cover.

That was it.

- We already gave you an opportunity...
- Can I talk to you outside?

- I don't buy it.
- What?

Them.

Her with him.

She's young, hot...

Marine bomb tech.

He's an old suit.

Well, I find certain older men...

attractive.

I don't like being embarrassed
in front of NCIS agents, Fornell.

They're investigating a death.

You were a witness,
and you didn't report it.

My being at her house had nothing to do
with the robbery or the shooting.

It was a...

stupid indiscretion,

which I hope will be kept
from the Bureau and my wife.

Tell Special Agent Gibbs I will
cooperate fully with the investigation.

But I'd appreciate it if all
communications would go through you.

I'll pass that along.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

- You said you had something.
- I do.

- I said we'd be right up.
- I know, but it couldn't wait.

I just wanna show you what I found
before we go to Gibbs.

The computer results are in.

Between 1995 and 2000,

18,212 people had liver transplants

in the United States.

Of those, 10,014 were male.

Now, if we factor
in the deceased's race,

blood type, age, height,
hair and eye color,

our possibilities
have now shrunk to 116 men.

Of those,
only three had a fractured vertebrae.

She's done most of the agents' work.

No, I've done all of it.

Of the remaining three,
one died in 1997.

One of them is
in a nursing home in Peoria.

And, ta-dah, our winner is

Glover Reese,
formerly of Baltimore, Maryland.

Current address unknown.

It's definitely the same guy.

Well, this Baltimore mug shot
was taken in 1980,

before files were digitized.

Explains why we didn't get
a hit on facial recognition.

- What do we know about him?
- He was born in 1952

on a small farm in Maryland.
Moved to Baltimore as a teenager.

Quite a juvenile record.

That's for sure.

In the '70s, he had several busts.
Petty theft, assault and battery.

And then, in '78,
he graduated to the big time.

Attempted murder.

Spent ten years
of a 15-year sentence at Jessup.

Ironically, he got his liver transplant
when he was there courtesy of the State.

We paid for that, right?

A year after his release,

he stopped checking in
with his parole officer and disappeared.

- Never to be heard from again.
- Au contraire, Boss.

This is the part I think
you're really gonna love.

His fingerprints were found
at the scenes of two unsolved murders.

Good reason
to have your prints removed.

- Who'd he kill?
- A union boss in Philly

and a millionaire playboy
in Palm Beach.

- Both suspected to be contract hits.
- Really?

Glover Reese wasn't a burglar.

He was a hit man.

Checked with Tolin's office again.
They still haven't heard from him,

and his cell's turned off.

Find out if your Marine lady
had any enemies?

DiNozzo's going to talk to her.

I'll bet the house Tolin's
the hit man's target.

I'm not going to take that bet.

We, at the FBI, do tend
to piss people off.

Whoever wants him eliminate
is gonna hire somebody else.

- You got to put him in custody.
- You got to find him first.

Excuse me. Mrs. Tolin?

Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.

We're looking for your husband.
Is he at home?

Where we can find him?

He came home a couple hours ago,
packed a bag and rushed off.

Said it was Bureau business.

Told me he might be gone
a couple days.

- Did he say where he was going?
- Are either of you married?

Divorced?

I don't know how it was
in your marriages,

but I've been a Bureau wife
for 23 years,

and Gary either can't
or won't tell me about his work.

I have no idea where he went.

If you hear from him,
would you have him give me call?

The FBI doesn't know where he is?

- Is something wrong?
- We're not sure.

But just to be safe,
I'm going to have agents

stationed outside the house.

Now you're scaring me.

I'm going to make some phone calls,
see if Tolin is on "Bureau business".

Think she knows
he was fooling around?

If she doesn't know,
Tobias, she suspects.

Hey, Ron.

It's Tony DiNozzo.

Listen, I've been looking
through the pictures that you sent,

I don't know,
I can't put my finger on it,

but there's something off.

Think I'd like
to talk to you about it.

Give me a call when you get a chance.
Thanks.

Hey, Sergeant.
How you feeling?

This official business,

or did I get a reputation
this morning as an easy hookup?

We identified the man you shot.

He's wanted
for two unsolved murders.

So, what,
you're here to give me a medal?

He wasn't a burglar.

He was a contract killer.

- You have any enemies?
- None that want me dead.

You got off duty at 1600.
Where you been?

I was having dinner with my brother.
Want his number?

We may have to put you
under protective custody.

This has got to be
about my friend at the FBI,

not me.

We're working that angle.

But I'm not buying your story.

I mean, of course,

I understand
why Tolin was turned on,

but why were you attracted?

- You an expert in these things?
- As a matter of fact, I am.

I've always had a father complex.

We through?

I've had a tough day.

- Morning, Ziva.
- Morning.

What is this?

Downloaded the cases
Gary Tolin supervised

over the past five years.

Hopefully, we can find out
who wants him dead.

Of course, you got permission
to copy those files?

There's an index at the front.

Arlington police
found an abandoned stolen car

a couple blocks
from Sergeant Dempsey's house.

You think our hit man used it?

I think he had to get there somehow,

and it was hot-wired.

Explains why he didn't have
any keys on him.

It's been towed
into our evidence garage.

I found out.

Tolin is not on Bureau business.

Told the Director he wanted
a couple personal days.

Tells his wife another thing.

Obviously, my gut is not in your league,
but it tells me

that Tolin and Heather Dempsey
are hiding something.

It's more than just
a one-night stand.

This is a load of cases.

Public corruption, civil rights,
organized crime, drugs, kidnapping.

Tolin's an EAD.

- He's got his hands in everything.
- This could take forever.

Tolin is one of yours.
Why isn't the FBI doing this?

Until we know more,
we're running things from here.

Be right down.

Gibbs is on his way down.
You want to meet him at the elevator?

You go ahead.

- What are you doing?
- I am anticipating Gibbs' next move.

You're such a chess player.

You've only had the car for ten minutes.
That's fast, even for you.

I found this camera
under the front seat of the car.

Sergeant Dempsey was the target,
Boss,

- not Tolin.
- Get her in here.

I've been tracking Dempsey's cell,

and she is in McLean, Virginia,
about six miles from her place.

Call her.

She just turned her cell phone off.

Must have seen our caller I.D.

Where in McLean?

Howard Rehabilitation Center.

McGee, go on.

- Take Ziva with you.
- Where are we going?

To find Sergeant Dempsey.

Amigo, we bet on the wrong horse.

That hit man was after my Marine,

not your EAD.

That doesn't explain
why Tolin's off the grid.

I'm telling you,
those two are up to something.

Excuse me.

- I wonder if you could help us.
- I'll try.

We're looking for this person,

and I thought she might be here.

You just missed her.

You know her.

She comes almost
every day to visit her brother.

Her brother?

Judd Dempsey.

Thanks.

Pardon us.

Agents McGee and David.

We're looking for your sister.

Got to be
about the burglar she shot.

She told you?

This has really been
a crazy year for us with guns.

What do you mean?

Heather kills a thief,
and I get shot in the back.

That's why I'm in this.

What happened?

I was in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

I got caught in the crossfire
of a drug turf war

between rival gangs in Southeast DC.

Judd Dempsey
was an innocent bystander.

He's paralyzed from the chest down.

He was working
at a Fourth Street homeless shelter.

A really sweet kid.

They are very close.

She was in Afghanistan
when it happened.

Get the shooter?

Yes, they did.

Gene Abbott.
It's a local dealer.

After his arrest,

he cooperated, named names,
was granted immunity

and given a new identity
by the Justice Department.

Guess who recommended the deal.

Everybody's favorite
FBI Executive Assistant Director,

Gary P. Tolin.

More than just a one-night stand?

Heather Dempsey?

Come on.

You know what this is...
It's Body Heat.

The 1981 classic

with William Hurt
and Kathleen Turner.

As much as I hate
Tony's movie analogies,

I think he's right on with this one.

Heather Dempsey wanted revenge.

She needed Abbott's new identity.

She didn't bump into Tolin
at the seminar by chance.

She went there looking for him,

and then she Kathleen-Turnered
on the body heat

and got him back to her place.

More than once.

She lied to us.
They met before the Seminar.

I checked
Tolin's cell phone history.

He was at Dempsey's residence

several times over the last 2 weeks.

She seduced the new name
and identity from him.

That's why
Tolin's been acting so squirrelly.

Heather Dempsey's gonna kill Abbott.

Sergeant Dempsey's team leader
has not heard from her.

Put out a BOLO on her and her truck.

- Got nothing.
- Her phone's still off.

Obviously, she doesn't want
to be found.

You think Abbott hired the hit man
to kill her?

He would if he found out
she was looking for him.

I'll be right up.

Let's go.
You're with me, poster boy.

Tobias, what do you got?

I apologize for disappearing,
Agent Gibbs.

I needed some time

to sort some things out.

You want to tell us what really happened
between you and Heather Dempsey?

I wouldn't admit it at the time,
but I let myself be used.

I should have known
something was wrong.

A woman like Heather
coming on to me?

All she really wanted
was information.

Gene Abbott's new name and location.

You gave it to her.

I wasn't thinking... clearly.

Abbott's living on a farm
in Eldersburg, Maryland.

I want you to know

that I'm preparing a letter
of resignation detailing

everything that's happened.

It will be on the Director's desk
by the end of the day.

I'm not excusing
what I've done, but...

Heather did say that she just wanted
to confront Abbott.

And you believe that.

That's her pickup right there.

Check the house.

This is just way out of control!
You're crazy!

What, you're not enjoying yourself?

You look like hell.

I can't take this anymore.

Then you know what to do.

Make a sharp move, Gene.

It'll all be over.

But you can't do it,

'cause you're a coward.

You ratted out your homies
just to stay out of jail.

I'll put you out of your misery...

when I'm ready.

You guys are good.

Help!

She's sick!

This thing,

it has a motion sensor.

If I move, I'm dead!

So how long has she been here?

A couple days.

Boss, I can call the bomb squad
if you need.

I don't know.

We got our own EOD tech right here.

Call the bomb squad!

Gonna have to answer
some questions first.

What?

You put out a contract
on Sergeant Dempsey?

What's the blast radius?

About 15, 20 feet.

See, I understand
if you're reluctant to answer.

You probably want to talk
to your lawyer first.

We could get you one
by tomorrow morning.

Although, for a good one,
that's gonna take a couple days.

All right...

All right.

"All right" what?

I put the hit out.

Now get this thing off me!

I want to make sure
you don't feel coerced,

that you're volunteering

this information.

It was done in self-defense.

Explain.

A neighbor said
she'd been nosing around.

He took down her license number.

When I found out who she was...

You decided to get Sergeant Dempsey

before she got you.

How'd that work out for ya?

You don't want to ruin your life

for this guy.

Go on.

Take it off.

You can do it.

It's a fake.

Yeah, I wanted him to suffer.

To feel a little bit
of what my brother feels every day.

Stuck in a chair.

Constant pain.

Unable to do the simplest things
without help.

At the mercy of others.

Italian?

Si. Pasta puttanesca.

My nonna's recipe.

Wait till I'm done.

It's good. What's the occasion?

I'm trying to curry favor.

Gene Abbott was charged
with conspiracy to commit.

Criminals are stupid.

He didn't realize

that the new crime
wasn't covered by his immunity?

What're you going to do
about Sergeant Dempsey?

Nothing.

She's a hero
as far as I'm concerned.

The ATF doesn't see it that way.

They're debating
which charges to file:

kidnapping, assault,

threat of bodily harm.

The bomb was bogus, Tobias.

Good luck finding a jury
that will convict.

You gonna wash up?

What is he doing here so early?

He has not beaten me
in over a month.

I don't know.

Mid-year reviews
aren't till December.

What's going on?

For your information,

the recruitment brochure's going
to the printer.

Ron Sands is up with the Director
right now

getting the mockup approved.

It's a big day.

If you guys would like
autographed copies

of the brochure,

I can arrange that.

Here he comes.

What'd the Director have to say?

He was very pleased.
It looks beautiful.

Use the shot of me at my desk
on the cover?

I know,

one of the ones
from aboard the ship.

That was your idea, too.

It was my idea,
but we didn't use that one either.

Abby's lab?

Shooting range?

Break room?

Which one did you use?

The Director

wanted the image of NCIS
to be one of authority...

and integrity.

Leadership.

Isn't that a piece of your shoulder
in the background, Tony?

Yeah, it is.

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