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Victory!

I got to stop.

Great idea!

I'm sorry.
Did we get you?

Gee, you think?

Oh, here. Here you go.

I'm so sorry.

Here, touch me...
You'll make it even.

No, thank you.

That didn't come out right.

All right, all right!
Man, sober up.

Dude, you okay?

I'll drop you off back at base.

No, no, no, I'm just going to walk.
Shake the stink off.

Play with me.

Please... play with me.

Play with me.

Please... Play with me.

Play with me.

Please... play with me.

Play with me.

Please... play with me.

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Yes, they came in this morning.

In fact, I'm wearing them right now.

Yes. They feel really,
really good when I move.

I have to get to work.

I'm going to have to call you back.

Yeah, I...

I miss you too, Ray.

Yeah.
Okay, bye.

I do. And I do not care who knows.

Sounds like
you're getting pretty serious.

I am happy. Ray is happy.

We are meeting in New York,
next weekend.

He's taking me to the opera.

The opera?

Does his boyfriend know about you?

No, but his mom does.

- You've met the 'rents?
- When are we going to get to meet him?

All in good time, McGee.

And how is your...

special new someone?

I don't have a special anything.
And it's none of your business.

Someone's keeping secrets.

That's pretty classic,
coming from the woman who's kept her...

"Boyfriend" hidden
from us for months.

I'm not hiding anything.
Ray knows all about you.

Again, why haven't we met him?

Because Ray knows all about you.

I'm not the one you should be worried
about, right?

I've seen men of steel melt from
a mere glance

from Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

That flinty, steel-eyed stare that

makes those men turn
into sniveling little girls.

It's just...
Morning, Boss.

Grab your gear.

Got a dead naval officer
in Virginia.

Think we could get
a better look at this?

He's wrapped up tighter
than a Thanksgiving turkey.

His ankles are bound.
That's odd.

- We'll move as fast as we can.
- Might want to move a little faster.

Looks like the locals
want to get back to work.

They probably didn't expect
him to be part of their spring crop.

Although human remains
would make a...

excellent fertilizer.

That is stinky.

Yeah. Just a little.

Yeah, throat's cut.

And a deep cut at that.

Had a pet gerbil when I was a kid.

I buried him in my mother's
vegetable garden after he died.

And that year,
her plum tomatoes were better than ever.

I used to think of him
every time I bit into one, and...

'Cause he was talking
about the fertilizer...

You're right.
I'm sorry, sorry.

Skin is dehydrated.

Decomposition has set in.

How long ago?

My guess...
Four to five days.

He's extremely clean.

There's no defensive wounds.

- No obvious signs of a struggle.
- No blood pooling.

I'd say he was killed
somewhere else and left here.

The farm's owner says he has only seen
his employees around this area.

That's about half a mile from the road.
No street lamps.

Easy to come and go
without being seen.

Police report someone found a wallet
and a watch in a dumpster near town.

- No one claimed it.
- You get an I.D.?

It was empty except
for about 50 bucks.

Whoever killed the captain
wasn't after his cash.

This is not a captain.

Seaman Derek Balfour.

Whoever killed him could
have played dress-up.

Something is in his lapel here,
doctor.

It's a metro card.

Based on the date stamp,

purchased after his time of death.

Jethro, take a look at this.

This young man's gaze
has been altered,

postmortem.

Yeah, someone physically
adjusted his eyeballs.

Combine where they're looking now,

with the metro card and...

What is he looking toward?

D.C.

It's a message.

Seaman Derek Balfour, 22.

Enlisted three years ago,
stationed at Norfolk.

Scheduled to ship out next week for
a second tour to the Middle East.

Service record?

C.O. says he's likeable,
but a bit of a loose cannon.

- Not captain material, Boss.
- He was dedicated, though.

"Seaman Balfour lacks
the skills necessary for promotion

"yet has great devotion to the Navy.
He works harder than anyone else."

And played even harder.

Written up for a drunk-and-disorderly,
6 months ago...

mandatory alcohol counseling.

Passed with flying colors.
Not a blemish on his record since.

- Did he have a family?
- Mom's in Rhode Island.

Estranged for years. Dad was never
in the picture. No siblings.

Left home when he was 15.

Supported himself with odd jobs
until he joined the Navy.

A friend of seaman Balfour's says

they were at a D.C. club together
last Thursday night.

They had several beers,
and left separately around 1:00 A.M.

Okay, phone records,
e-mails, financials.

On it.

I thought you were in Miami.

I lied.
I was in the parking lot.

You have been very creepy today.

"Sneaky."

And yes, I have.

But for a very good cause.

Introductions, Ziva?

Right. Of course.

This is everyone.

Pleasure, sir.

Special agent.
Heard good things.

Yeah. Likewise.

Friend of Ziva's is
a friend of ours.

The last time she had an visitor,
our director ended up in the hospital.

I come in peace.
Promise.

And despite the injuries
your director sustained,

the agency thinks that you navigated
that situation very well.

You CIA?

Just celebrated my 13th year, sir.

That's funny.

Ziva failed to mention
your line of work.

That's what I do.
It's not who I am.

That's a very zen,
new-agey kind of attitude

for someone who installs
puppet regimes for a living.

Gibbs, can I give Ray a tour?

Yeah, sure. Don't lose him.

It's been a pleasure
meeting all of you.

So it's not "Renaissance Ray."
It's "CIA Ray."

He's "CI-Ray."

You really should get that checked out.
It's like a bad tick or something.

There's something
about this guy, Boss.

His smile is disturbing.

Haven't seen a smile like that since
Christian Bale's barely audible Batman

in The Dark Knight.

Right. Back to work.

"It's what I do, not who I am."

What's...?

It's just so weird.

So many naval decorations for
the "low man on the totem pole".

Sorry. No offense.

Actually, Mr. Palmer, if seaman Balfour
had been "totemized," as it were,

he would have been
much closer to the top.

I don't follow.

Native Americans designed their poles
so that the lower you were on it,

the higher they held you in esteem.

Calling someone "low man on the totem
pole" is, in fact, a compliment.

So all these years,
Gibbs has been complimenting me.

I wouldn't go that far, Palmer.

How far are you getting, Duck?

As far as the evidence will allow...
not very.

However, seaman Balfour, here,

died from loss of blood
from a severed carotid artery.

A six-centimeter-deep cut.

They knew what they were doing.

And they knew not to
leave anything behind.

The body was thoroughly cleansed.

I mean, I've been over it twice.
There's nothing...

no trace of blood,
no fingerprints, no strand of hair.

Additionally...

The fingernails on both hands
were just cut.

Well, manicured is more like it.

And the skin is abraded in places
where the person scrubbed so hard.

Meticulous.

Not to mention well-trained.

We did find traces of a rare,
high-grade cleanser.

Abby is running tests.

- Medical background?
- Perhaps.

But I wouldn't rule out someone
from law enforcement, either.

Someone who knows
the value of a clean corpse.

Greetings, director.

What brings you to the nether
regions of our building?

I am so sorry.

I had no idea that that was
your parking spot.

- I swear.
- At ease, Palmer.

I'm just here to check on the case.

Heard there were some
unusual characteristics about it.

- Still putting it together.
- I'm not here to disrupt that;

just to get an update.

Is that a problem?

Just don't see you down here much.

Things change.

Dr. Mallard,
tell me what you know so far.

Right. Let me call you back.

Sorry... special agent DiNozzo.

C.I. Ray.

- Need to get that?
- It can wait.

Just wrapping up an old case.

Anything interesting?

Can't talk about it.

C.I. Ray business?

- How long you in town?
- As long as Ziva will have me for.

Yeah, she's a tough nut to crack.

But, you know, once you navigate
past that Mossad-influenced exterior

and her inability to grasp
cultural references, she's great.

I'm in love with her.

That's why I'm here.

To tell her?

When are you going to do that?

I don't know.

Tonight, tomorrow...

Soon.

You know,
it feels good to finally get it out.

I'll bet.

You know, I want Ziva's friends
to become my friends.

She's told me how close
the two of you are.

I wouldn't say that.

She says you're like
a brother to her.

Meeting.

Do me a favor...

Don't say anything to Ziva.

- I gotta go.
- Where are you off to?

I have to see an old associate,
but it shouldn't take too long, okay?

Somebody sure left in a hurry.

He has work to do.

Yeah, so do we.
Tell me what we got.

Navy server showed nothing unusual
in seaman Balfour's e-mails.

But I did find this.

Bank shows several charges on his
debit card over the past four days.

Various stores, various amounts.

Dead guy on a shopping spree.

Surveillance video?

Abby's still analyzing.

But so far, we've got no clear shot of
the person taking Balfour's identity.

Seaman Balfour's apartment manager

says that someone has been staying
in his apartment since last Friday.

- After he was murdered.
- You got a description?

White male, unknown age.

Is he there now?

Manager saw him go into the unit
this morning, but never come out.

Come on, let's go.

It's 203.

If you need, I got the key.

NCIS. Open up.

Clear, Boss.

Tidy.
Not a thing out of place.

Except for this.

That is one empty refrigerator.

What the hell is that?

He likes leaving things behind.

You just happened to be in
the neighborhood, Special Agent Barrett?

Flower?

That's a new one.

I'm gonna take a look around,
see what I can find.

See what you can find?

I've been tracking the killer
the past nine months.

Three dead Navy men
in three different ports.

What's your connection?

Case started in Rota, Spain.

Rota.

Never been there.
Hear it's nice.

Seaman Balfour's murder
fits the pattern,

right down to
the funny little ice cubes.

My killer, my case.

What I was thinking is we...

I'll have to call you back.

I take it Agent Barrett
got settled in.

Yeah, for the second time.

You could have told me, Director.

It was need-to-know.
You didn't, so what's the problem?

You kept me in the dark...

On purpose?

It just landed on our soil, Gibbs.

I'm telling you now.

Called the "port-to-port killer."

Victims are all Navy enlisted.

Bodies found near bases
in Sasebo, Guam, Rota.

M.O.'s the same every time.

Throats cut, redressed, thoroughly
cleaned and wrapped in plastic.

No physical evidence left behind.

- But he always leave some object.
- That's a signature.

Maybe.

Bread crumbs.

Left this
near the last body in Guam.

- A peanut?
- Boiled.

Grown in Southeastern Virginia.

Suggests that the killer
may be on his way to the States.

Agent Barrett was brought in last month
in anticipation of that move.

Unfortunately, we were right.

Balfour was the latest victim.

But he won't be the last.

The SecNav wants the port-to-port killer
found and locked up fast.

I suggest you get past your issues
with E.J. running the lead on this

and find him.

You're quiet.

I'm pensive.

If this is some kind of game,
I'm not playing.

No game.

I get it.

You don't like it
when I play boss lady.

Would have been nice to know
you'd be showing up out of the blue.

- You just saw me last night.
- Yes, in my apartment,

wearing my Elvis Costello t-shirt
which was extremely gratifying,

but I didn't expect you
at my crime scene...

sifting through my evidence.

Technically, it was
my crime scene and my evidence.

Technically,
you could have mentioned it.

It wasn't something I could share.

Maybe it was something
you didn't want to share.

That thing is pissing me off.

Just move this...

The skylight
and the computer screen...

A way to avoid awkward moments.

Intriguing.

"A riddle wrapped in a mystery
wrapped in an enigma."

Joe Pesci, Oliver Stone's JFK...
Nice.

Winston Churchill, Russia, 1939.

Smarty-pants.

This is not gonna work out. Not with us
on the same case. We should stop.

Okay. Best we end it.

Or not.

Dinner my place?

I'll bring wine.

Got anything?

It's just that our crazed lunatic killer
also happens to be a plant lover.

After comparing
the flower that was found

in seaman Balfour's apartment
to dozens of species

that are indigenous to North America,
I got a match.

Behold the pogonia ophioglossoides.

Also known
as the snake-mouth orchid.

It's a rare species, Gibbs...

So rare it's been put on
the endangered list in several states.

Yeah, so?

So, if P2P...

port-to-port killer,
I made that up myself,

if P2P wants to grow one,

he would have to do it himself,
or find someone who could.

- He knows his plants.
- That's not all he knows.

Seaman Balfour's wounds

were clean,
there were no ragged edges.

The angle and the bevel of
the cut run in a straight line,

- so our weapon is...
- Surgical.

And it's a perfect match to this.

I also matched the cleanser
that was found on the body.

It's an iodine-based scrub
called xeonphine.

It's made in Canada,
and it's only sold to hospitals.

So, we're looking for
someone in the medical field?

- What, a doctor maybe?
- Yeah, or...

A surgeon or a nurse maybe.

Abbs, do you need a doctor?

No, it's just...

Change, Gibbs.

Change makes me itch.

It always has.

It's Agent Barrett.

I'm not a fan.

I mean, of change.

Her... I don't mind.

She's feisty for someone so small.

And I like that. Not that I like her,
because I don't really...

Not like I like you.

I just...
I like our family just the way it is.

Nothing's gonna change.

I do not trust her.

And I know that Gibbs
does not trust her.

But...

She will be here running
lead until we solve this case.

I mean throwing in someone new,
It's never a good idea.

Never.

I'm sorry.

I'm rambling.

Enough about my day.

The meeting with your associate?

Can we talk about something other?

Just for a while?

A very little while?

There's something

that I want to tell you.

- Ignore it.
- Wait.

I'm sorry.
That was...

That was McGee.
He had a question.

What did you need to tell me?

Nothing.

It can wait.

The port-to-port killer
is a highly egotistical individual.

He's lethal and determined and...

You're all welcome to join me.

I'm not really into yelling
from way over here.

We can hear you fine.

Keep going.

Suspect is a white male
anywhere from 25 to 55,

never married, no children.

Born into money, he is charming,
charismatic and very entitled.

Are you sure
we're not looking for Tony?

He's killed in Japan, Guam,
Spain and now the U.S.

No connection between any
of his victims

besides the fact that they're
all Navy or former Navy.

He is well-traveled, multilingual,

adapts to other cultures easily.

And as you know,
his M.O. suggests he has

medical training of some kind.

Doesn't tell us why he gives them
a promotion before he dumps them.

Or why he leaves things behind.

The flower from Balfour's
apartment told us nothing.

- Could indicate where he's going next.
- I think he's still here.

And he's not leaving anytime soon.

Is that a hunch?

We're talking about
a pathological individual!

He's smart, incredibly
high-achieving...

I doubt it.

I think that these murders are
his biggest achievement.

That a hunch, agent Gibbs?

Got something you should see.

Excuse me.

It's from seaman
Balfour's personal e-mail cache;

most recent was
the morning of his death.

"You're crazy if you think
you're getting away with this, Balfour."

- "I'll kill you before that happens."
- You got a name, McGee?

Yep. 24-year-old Bryce Leitner,

heir to the Leitner Timber fortune.

Dropped out of med school
two years ago,

been traveling the world ever since.

And he has visited Japan, Guam
and Spain in the past year.

A location?

Last known local address
is a condo in Georgetown.

We can be done in ten minutes,
or here all day. It's up to you.

I'm not saying anything.

Let's talk about Sasebo, Japan.

Why were you there?

Starting without me,
special agent Barrett?

We're just getting settled in.

You're in my chair.

We need to know why you traveled
so much the last year, Mr. Leitner.

You've been in D.C. two weeks?

And before you arrived here,
you were in

Europe and Southeast Asia.

We have e-mails you sent

threatening seaman Balfour's life.

Yeah? So? I hated the guy.

"Next time I see you,
I'll take your head off."

It's a figure of speech.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I find that funny.

That's almost what the killer did.

- You were in Japan, Guam, Spain...
- Where were you a week ago?

- Let him answer my question, Gibbs.
- Why the threats to Balfour?

Because that loser made
a move on my girl.

Can you believe that?

Low-class piece of...

And just to spite me,

she actually goes out with the jerk.

So I get screwed twice.

Tell me, Bryce,

what's it like to have it all?

The looks, the money,

world travel...

The women?

Excuse us.

There are standards in there.

Rules.

I can interrogate him
however I want.

Different strokes, Gibbs. You weren't
getting anywhere and he's my suspect.

- That's my room.
- Vance put me in charge.

Vance isn't here.

I'm trying to establish he was in all
cities at the same time of the murders.

Focus on Balfour.

That's our body,
that's our evidence, that's our case!

It's a multiple murder case!

Start by pinning one murder, and then
connect the others. It's how it's done.

Maybe that's the old-school way.

It's my way.

I'm calling Vance.

I'll be talking to Leitner.

Are you questioning whether
I know what I'm doing, agent Gibbs?

No, Ma'am.

I'm questioning the way you do it.

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Yeah, Abbs, I'll be right there.

- Where are you going?
- Wherever you are.

Did you guys have a fight?

Excuse me.

Abbs, what do you got?

Okay, so I ran Bryce Leitner's
name through every intelligence

- and law enforcement database...
- AFIS, interpol, DIA, CIA.

Point, Abby?

Abbs, come on.

So Leitner's in the system because
of a DUI charge in Virginia last year.

Okay. And?

And he gave blood.

- What does that have to do with it?
- Only everything.

That, my fearless leader

is the Spanish fishing village
of Rosa Verde.

There was a viral outbreak there
last July.

About a thousand people
were infected.

Leitner's blood had traces
of the pertussis virus.

Exactly. Which means...

He was in Spain at the same
time as the Rota murder.

And he was here in D.C.
on the date that Balfour was killed.

Looks like my suspect is
panning out, agent Gibbs.

Do you want to talk about it?

I'm telling you,
you mess with the great white,

you're gonna get eaten.

I'm not afraid of him.

That's your first mistake.

Look, there's a pretty good chance
I just caught the port-to-port killer.

Besides, Gibbs isn't exactly
in Vance's good graces these days.

- There's your second mistake.
- I get the feeling

they're not on the best of terms
and Vance outranks him.

I've seen a few
directors come and go.

There's only been one
Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Do the math.

And there's only
one Anthony DiNozzo.

Actually, there are two.

You know, this case may take me more
than a few weeks for me to wrap up.

And?

And...

I'm just saying,
I could get used to this.

I like the city life

and these offices,
despite that ridiculous skylight.

Well, you get used to that.

Then maybe your coworkers
could get used

to the idea of me being here
on a more...

Permanent basis.

I look at you and

how you've made
this place work for yourself.

And it's your home.

It's all about
the people around you.

I'm starting to get that.

Agent David, C.I. Ray.

Stop calling him that.

It's okay.

I kinda like it.

Agent Cruz.

Wait, do you two know each other?

Didn't he tell you?

Tell me what?

Ray's our CIA liaison with NCIS
on the port-to-port killer case.

He has been from the start.

- Look, I...
- No.

You lied to me.

What does the CIA call it?

Do the call it "disinformation",
a cover story?

I was protecting you?

- I do not need protection!
- It was need-to-know information.

I was not allowed
to tell you, period.

- Did you sleep with agent Barrett?
- No, no. And if I did,

I would have told you about it.

I didn't come here for this case, Ziva.
I came here for you.

Just stop it!

- Was any of it real?
- Yes.

Were you just planning
on using me to get information,

just in case things
with Barrett didn't pan out?

I mean, was that it?!

I mean,
am I part of this back-up plan?

- No, you're overreacting.
- Oh My gosh!

You want to see me overreact?

Why don't you tell me another lie?

Why don't you tell me
the sky is yellow?

Why don't you tell me that water isn't
wet or that sand is not dry?

Why don't you tell me,

- that you love me?
- I love you.

I love you, Ziva.

I don't believe you.

What about our time in Miami?

The trips?

What about the romantic dinners?
I mean, was...

Was that all part of your plan?

It was real. It is real.

We are real.

I wish I could believe you.

You have the wrong guy.

Leitner... he's not
the port-to-port killer.

He's a mule for
the Syrian government.

We've been watching
his every move for the last 16 months,

and there's no way
he could have killed any of them.

You didn't hear this from me.

Gibbs, I got to talk to you.

I need to tell you something.

I cannot tell you how I know this,
and you cannot ask.

All right. Tell me what?

Bryce Leitner is not
the port-to-port killer.

How sure are you?

Very.

Okay.

Turns out our chief suspect
isn't the port-to-port killer.

How can you be so sure?

Reliable source.

How reliable?

Very.

Well, what's that supposed to mean?

It means Leitner has alibis
for all three international murders.

Still leaves our local body.

Crime scene photos. Put'em up.

Look, I've been on this case
for nine months.

I've studied
every piece of evidence;

I've studied these photos
a hundred times in the last 24 hours.

We're going to study them again.

Go close-up on his decorations.

What?

- Surface warfare pin.
- Four Navy Air medals.

Distinguished Flying Cross.

There's no way
a black shoe could have

a Distinguished Flying Cross
and four air medals.

Boss, this guy should
have pilot wings.

So the killer made a mistake
when re-dressing the victim?

Has he ever made a mistake before?

Never.
The guy's meticulous.

This is a message.
He wanted us to see these.

McGee, put up a map of the murders.

All port cities.
I've already been over this.

Airports?

And I've already checked the flight
manifests for all passengers...

Not interested in passengers. Hubs.

- Hubs?
- Hubs.

MTAC, now.

Stay.

Told you not to play
with the great white.

Homeland just had FAA transfer
all encrypted flight watch data.

Do it.

Airlines servicing all four cities
where the port-to-port killer struck.

There's four airlines that service
Sasebo and Guam,

but not Rota.

There's only one that services
all three cities and D.C....

Espree Airlines.

They go to all four international hubs,
as well as Reagan and Dulles.

Cities are transfer points.

Meaning stopover points
for pilots, flight crew,

stewards and maintenance workers.

Checking the employee
records for Espree Airlines.

All right.

Now these are the names
of the various flight personnel

who had stopovers in the cities
where the port-to-port murders occurred.

How many served in the U.S. Navy?

Six.

How many were in all four cities
at the times of all four murders?

One.

- Nathan Finney, U.S. Navy, retired.
- Put him up.

F-18 jockey,
top of his Top Gun class in San Diego.

Served in Gulf wars one and two.

That explains the decorations.

80 bombing sorties
in downtown Baghdad.

- Our killer's a war hero?
- Give me an address.

Just outside Alexandria.

Clear!

Clear!

Clear.

Nothing here, Boss.

Out here!

Nathan Finney,
with a bad case of freezer burn.

Heat wave in autopsy.

I guess there really
is global warming.

Autopsy is indeed
topsy-turvy today, Mr. Palmer.

Nice alliteration doctor.

What do we got?

Based on the depth,
angle of penetration,

and the keenness of the blade,
I'd say it was...

- Same scalpel as the murders.
- Yes.

Carotid artery and windpipe
severed with great precision.

You have a time of death?

I'd say he's been dead
and frozen for at least six weeks.

So you've got one more dead body,

but no port-to-port killer,
is that right?

We're confident we're closing in.

Good, because SecNav
tasked me to solve this case.

So, I'm to tell him what?

We got a bouquet of flowers,
some more ice, and no suspects.

I put both of you on this case to double
the chances of catching this lunatic.

Now I'm wondering if I didn't double
his chances of escaping.

Look, I don't care how you do it...

together, apart,

mean, nice...

just get it done.

So I guess we're still partners.

See you in the morning.

You're sleeping with DiNozzo?

It's not against NCIS
policy to date co-workers.

It's against my policy.

This team operates on respect.

You don't respect me...

I don't trust you.

- Really?
- Really.

Except to work the case,

leave my team alone.

We clear?

Shouldn't drink alone,
it's too depressing.

It's a club soda,
and I'm not depressed.

I wouldn't blame you.
It's been a rough day.

Maybe for you.

I'm fine.

- If you were fine you wouldn't be here.
- Okay, then let's go.

I would like a drink.
And it is depressing to drink alone.

Barkeep!

Anything old and gold.
I might be getting a cold.

Sorry.

Scotch on the rocks.
Thank you.

Comin' up!

He's CIA.

They have a sworn duty
to protect what they know.

Same as we do.

- He was just doing his job.
- He lied to me, Tony.

Because...

He cares about you.

Does not matter, because it's over.

Scotch, sir.

What about you and EJ?

What about us?

What are you going to do
when Gibbs finds out?

I understand this one.

I understand her.

That's why it's working.

This is for you.

I didn't order that.

Guy in the booth did.

I wonder who?

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