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Swipe right on your break.

If you go faster, we may actually get to take one.

Hey.

Stop, stop, stop!

You were supposed to drain all the fluids.

The car was prepped. I swear.

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Coffee?

Looks like you need it more than I do.

Just need to get my day going.

You sound like your dad.

I am his son.

He's also middle-aged.

Okay, why are you so worn-out?

I'm middle-aged, apparently.

Seriously, Alex, what is it?

College apps? SAT prep? Homework?

Oh, I'm getting tired just hearing all of it.

Fall semester of senior year is tough.

I'm glad you feel that way.

Mrs. Allen wants you to sign it.

And acknowledge that you got a "C"

in a subject you usually ace?

C-plus.

- Okay, what happened? - Mom, it's one paper.

It's not like I'm on drugs or getting arrested.

So, can you just sign it, please?

You sure nothing else is going on?

Because Jane Eyre is a classic.

It's a Gothic coming-of-age story about a young woman,

like, finding herself.

And you didn't see any parallels?

Clearly not.

Won't happen again.

- Hey, boss. - Hey.

Our victim is Marine Staff Sergeant Travis Cobb.

Workers found him in the back of a sedan

as they were crushing it.

Would've been tough to I.D. him,

except he had his dog tags tucked in his boot.

It's a Marine thing.

Is that the car?

Yeah. A few more seconds

and Cobb would've been crushed and missing forever.

Anyone report him missing?

His C.O. put him on

unauthorized absence status yesterday.

And he ended up here?

Car was empty when it was prepped for disposal,

two days ago, so our theory is

he was killed and dumped at night during off-hours.

Do we know the cause of death?

No, not yet.

But we're really hoping it wasn't from the crushing.

Talk about nightmare fuel.

All right, Kai, when we're finished here,

follow up with Chase for an answer.

Yeah, yeah, I got it, boss.

Thank you.

Doesn't look like they're running any CCTV.

We have any other leads on who might have dumped the body?

This place is on

a suburban home security package.

Spare key in a fake rock,

"Beware of Dog" sign with no dog,

and all the employees have alibis.

What would a young marine be doing

to get dumped in a junkyard?

It's the stuff you see with mobsters and criminals.

According to his C.O.,

he couldn't be further from either.

Said he was a good marine with a good heart.

Maybe his C.O. didn't really know him.

Thank you so much, Annie.

Oh, I think word's gotten out about this place.

But, hey, waiting can be fun. Right?

Yeah. Totally.

I'm sorry, I just thought

supplying our respective teams with caffeine fixes

is sort of our thing now.

I want to tell my boss we're dating.

Say something.

I'm just, we, uh...

We were, we were on coffee,

and now we're-we're on-on talks with bosses.

Well, there's an FBI barbecue coming up,

and I want you to come with me.

Okay. Yeah, same page now.

I-I think you should totally tell your boss

so... I can meet your team.

This is great.

Yeah, it is.

Okay, so then why does it seem like you're worried?

He could take me off as NCIS liaison.

No, he wouldn't do that.

Would he?

Uh, if he felt like there was a conflict of interest.

Shoot. I, um, I-I have to run to K-Bay.

I think you're doing the right thing.

It's gonna be okay. Really.

Oh, yes, you're done.

Okay, never mind.

Sometimes it can be a sobering reminder:

how fragile our physical forms are.

Don't get me wrong, I-I've seen many physical forms.

I'm just...

Crushed in a car is new.

You never forget your firsts.

Like the time I went to examine

a body flattened by a plane wheel.

Quite literally, like a pancake.

Couldn't eat breakfast for a week.

Right.

So, uh, given the state of this physical form,

were you able to learn...

just... well, anything?

Postmortem examination can be revealing in any circumstance.

For example,

the liquid oozing from the car wasn't all blood, per Se,

since our marine bled quite a bit

before his body was dumped.

- So, what was it? - Organs.

Decomposing and crushed in the vehicle.

I was also able to identify time of death

as roughly 33 to 35 hours ago.

And then there's the evidence of how he died.

May have been crushed and broken,

but the pieces were there.

Well, most of them.

Part of the back of the skull is missing.

As well as the incisors.

This, unfortunately,

is not my first gunshot wound to the face.

- Any other signs of struggle? - That's harder to tell.

But there was something else.

I found trace evidence of a unique chemical compound

in his sinuses and lungs.

Do you know what it is?

Not something I'm familiar with.

Sorry. It's cold.

It's all right. Doing your job.

Are the leads warm, at least?

Nobody I talked to at K-Bay knew where Cobb went

the night he was murdered, who he was with,

- or why he had a weird chemical in his lungs. - Okay.

Did they have anything else to say about him?

I did learn he was from Daytona.

Had no nonjudicial punishment.

And he also brought doughnuts to work

at the motor pool every Monday.

- So the leads are colder than the coffee. - Except...

in spite of a bright future with the Marine Corps,

he was getting out.

- Any word on where he was going? - Never submitted

for travel orders back to the mainland.

- Maybe he was staying here. - I mean, it makes sense.

Everybody I talked to assumed Cobb had

an entire life outside of K-Bay that he just never talked about.

A life that led to his murder.

But do we have any ideas on what he might have been mixed up in?

Drugs, reckless behavior?

Never popped positive or arrested.

He was squeaky clean.

But, yeah, he had to have been staying for something.

Can't just be the palm trees.

Maybe it was for someone.

- Hey, Ernie, any update on the... - Shh.

Representative.

Representative.

Trying to get Cobb's cell phone records?

Sorry about that.

I got his call log, but I've been in automated hell

trying to access more.

You should've seen when I tried to dispute a hidden fee.

They broke me like a bad habit.

Well, usually I'd be dealing with Caroline,

but she went on her honeymoon in Turks and Caicos.

Anyway, here's what else I got on Cobb.

He didn't post much on social media,

but he was following 412 car accounts, literally.

And bank records show

a bunch of transactions at auto retailers.

It's not surprising he was into cars.

He worked in the motor pool.

But what about a significant other?

There's one 808 number that comes up a lot.

And if I could just get off hold,

I'll be able to find out who it belongs to.

Thank you for waiting.

Hi, this is Ernie Malik from NCIS.

No, no, I usually speak with Caroline.

Oh, I know.

I know. She's so much better off with Dan.

I got her the griddler. The stand mixer was taken.

You?

Oh, my. Sneaky.

I know. Caroline is the best.

So if you could just unlock those records.

Mahalo.

Yes!

- Dude, the griddler? - It was on her registry.

Oh, look.

808 number belongs to a Lani Jones.

Girlfriend theory tracks.

All right. Can you get me her address?

Of course, but I can do you one better.

Lani's phone pinged there moments ago.

Nice.

- Griddler for the win. - Bruddah.

You sure this is the right place?

I mean, uh, give or take.

There's not much else around here.

Not much here.

Looks like an old airfield.

Place like this is supposed to be off-limits.

Yeah, well, according to the records Ernie forwarded,

both Cobb and his girlfriend's phones have pinged

in this location a bunch of times in the recent past.

Why, though?

I mean, if they were teenagers,

this could be like some make out spot.

Oh, yeah? You and your high school sweetheart

make out at a lot of airfields?

Great Falls Overlook on the Potomac, actually.

Yeah, that's romantic.

You hear that?

So which one are you gonna follow?

The Challenger has 800 horses

and a finely tuned 350Z maybe 500, 600?

- All right, 350Z? - What?

No, the Challenger.

It may have more horsepower,

but it's also like 800 pounds heavier.

Guess we're going with the 350Z after all.

What's the plan?

Not really sure. Improvising.

Yeah, says the guy driving straight toward another car!

Ooh.

- Pretty reckless, don't you think? - Yeah.

How'd you do that J-turn at that speed, anyway?

Fast hands.

So loosen your grip and trust you won't crash.

- Cool. - Hey!

What?

You do know it's illegal

to street race on the island, right?

First off all, not technically on a street.

Okay? And secondly, cops tend to ignore us.

Long as we're not bothering anybody.

We're not the cops. We're NCIS.

We're looking for Lani Jones.

You found her.

When was the last time you saw Travis Cobb?

I-I thought he got called into training.

Sometimes he can't talk for a couple days.

How'd you two meet?

On the track.

My family's been involved

with racing...

pretty much since the first car landed on the island.

And Cobb?

Thought he was just another military kine guy

with his chest all puffed up.

Then he beat the best car on the strip in a stock Mustang.

He was getting out of the Marine Corps.

Was that to be with you?

Nobody else in the unit knew about you.

Is there a reason you two kept the relationship a secret?

Marines couldn't know he was racing.

Any of the other racers know about you two?

Better they did.

As long as Travis was with me,

they knew to keep their distance.

So you're saying he needed protection.

People don't like losing.

And especially to outsiders.

Maybe somebody lost bad enough to ignore that protection.

People ever put money

or even their cars on the line?

Some do. Yeah.

How often did Cobb roll those dice?

Every time.

Boom.

Wow. Going hearty.

Well, feel like I'm about to earn the extra calories.

So, you think Alex's bad grade

is symptomatic of something worse?

Maybe.

He's got on his plate, okay?

- Things can snowball. - I know.

I stress about all the things he has ahead of him, too.

I feel like there's a "but" coming.

I just... This doesn't sound like

a problem yet. That's all.

- So you're saying I'm overreacting. - No.

I would never say that.

He is hiding something.

All right? He's just not around as much anymore.

Stashes his phone every time he sees me.

And you haven't figured it out yet?

He met a girl, Jane.

He doesn't hide them from me.

Naomi, Tess...

even Carly.

No one liked Carly, not even Alex.

Which means he must really like this one.

I mean, you remember how I was when we first started dating.

Every moment outside of work, I was focused on you.

But I still held down a job, made a life for ourselves.

Remember?

I'd page you to meet me for a little late night movie?

Oh, my gosh.

You're really dating us now.

We're talking $60,000 to $100,000 cars

with tens of thousands of dollars in modifications.

Cam shafts, headers, carbon fiber paneling.

Are you hearing what I'm saying?

I am hearing a lot of words that I understand individually

but not together.

Okay, what's up?

Nothing.

I'm just... I'm thinking about barbecue

and full transparency, and it's freaking me out.

So, Whistler.

Yeah.

I thought everything was smiles and sunshine

since you guys got back together.

Yeah, I know. It's been amazing.

So amazing that she wants to tell her boss about us.

It's a big deal.

Good.

Good, because then it's not weird that I'm freaking out.

That's a big deal for her. Why are you freaking out?

'Cause she's our FBI liaison.

What happens if her boss changes his mind

after he finds out about us?

And then, and then we-we no longer work together,

and then we start to grow apart and...

If that even happens, you'll roll with it.

- Well, it's not just me. She's worried about it, too. - Of course she is.

I mean, Whistler might have gone full Adele

in front of our entire team, but she wasn't always that person.

I'm just saying.

Hey.

We got any more info about the illegal races?

Uh, ask the resident expert.

Wouldn't say I'm an expert.

Oh, you do know a lot about cars.

And you were fanboying over that maneuver

Lani pulled at the track.

I don't know. I got into cars

and street racing a long time ago.

Oh, I feel like there's a story.

Well, it started when I watched The Fast and the Furious.

I was wrong.

Wait, I'm sorry.

The movie about cars?

Uh, first off, it's a movie about family.

And are you serious, dude?

You haven't watch it?

Oh, right. It's not part of the Nora Ephron

- cinematic universe. - Oh.

Okay, listen, maybe you two can have a movie night, all right?

But for now, how about pointing me

to any leads regarding Cobb?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

We have been trying to build a list

of who Cobb has raced in the past.

People he might have crossed

and who might've had reason to kill him.

Lani couldn't tell us everybody,

so we started just tracking the cars themselves.

Cobb's had several cars registered under his name

over the years.

Yeah, all cars you could see on a track.

But he never seemed to hang onto them for very long.

Not if he was rolling the dice every time he went out there.

The latest is a Toyota Supra that he registered last week.

No records of him purchasing it, either.

Then who did?

The car was so new it didn't even have

a title in the system yet.

So we're in the process of tracking the purchase.

That's got to sting, losing a car you just bought.

Yeah, especially to somebody

you already think doesn't belong.

Well, where's the car now?

We can't find it.

It's not at Cobb's house or at K-Bay.

So put out a BOLO.

Find the car, maybe we find the murderer.

Ernie, any luck finding the Supra?

I sent HPD everything I had.

They pulled over a vehicle matching the description.

Then why aren't you more like...

"Yeah, bro, I just solved the case"?

Mostly because I would never say that.

But also this.

Footage of HPD pulling over the Supra.

We're looking for a racer and murderer, and, uh,

that guy looks like he says, "It's Mai tai o'clock".

He said he purchased the vehicle yesterday

through an online ad.

According to the VIN and title, it's not Cobb's car.

Yeah, but it's the same make, same model,

and it matches the description.

And what, we're just supposed to believe

that it's not Cobb's car?

That is why you're not done. Okay.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's called VIN cloning.

You take the VIN number from a clean car,

put it on a stolen car to mask the theft.

Cobb's car was stolen...

and ended up in a chop shop.

Can you, can you figure out which one?

Using details from the images of the ad,

signage, proximity to landmarks,

I may be able to I.D.

the location of potential chop shops nearby.

That's Kaka'ako.

Right around the street from an auto repair shop.

Oh, it's a great place to operate a chop shop.

You did solve the case.

- NCIS! - Hands up!

- Whoa, whoa! - Let's go, let's go!

- Back against the car! - Hands where I can see them!

Federal agency. Keep your hands where I can see them.

Hey, NCIS! Hands up!

On your knees!

- Clear. - Clear.

VIN number is being scratched.

Blank titles.

Hey, guys, you might want to come in here.

What you got, Luce?

That's a bullet hole.

Thank you.

- Hey, Kai, get the lights. - Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

That is a bullet hole.

And a whole lot of blood to go with it.

MCRT found a nine-millimeter slug,

and we're collecting DNA and pulling chemical samples

to see if we can match those found

in Staff Sergeant Cobb's airways.

But all signs point to him being murdered in a paint booth.

What else have you found?

It's a crime haven here.

We're talking stolen vehicles, drug paraphernalia,

fraudulent documentation,

but also racing gear.

So someone here is tied to that world.

And killed Cobb. Anyone talking?

We're trying to squeeze them, but they're staying quiet.

All right, well, do we know who runs this place?

The business is registered

under an LLC, not a person.

And if they're good,

it'll take us a beat to unpack who the real owner is.

We're pulling prints in the meantime, but honestly,

no telling how many come back.

All right, well, see if any of those prints

point to investigations in other agencies.

Maybe someone already did the legwork for us.

Thank you.

FBI coming in with the assist.

Everything we have on the people working in that chop shop.

Thank you.

Take it this means nothing changed.

Oh, Lucy was worried that you weren't gonna be

the NCIS liaison anymore.

Oh, that.

Sorry. She talks to me about stuff.

Trust me, I know.

So, how'd it go?

You're asking me to talk about things outside of work?

Happy to talk about criminals, too.

Uh, yeah, it was fine.

But... ?

Well, it was awkward.

I mean, first, I-I-I walk in, and he's playing with

some fancy new tongs.

Weird.

He's really into barbecue.

Then I had this whole speech prepared about

how I'm dating an NCIS special agent

and how I won't let it interfere with my responsibilities,

and he stops me.

Apparently, it's... it's just a form I have to fill out.

Sounds easy enough.

But then he said,

- "Can't wait to meet him at the barbecue". - Oh.

- Oh. - And I said,

"Same. Thanks".

"Thanks"? Now he's gonna

expect me to show up with, like, someone like Kai.

Well, that's on him, not you.

What do I tell Lucy?

She'll be fine.

I don't know if you know this or not,

but she's pretty crazy about you.

Hey, it's almost time to eat.

I'll eat later. I have a lot of work to do.

- Alex. - Yeah?

Come here a sec.

What's up?

Are you dating someone?

- Like, it's fine if you are. - I know it's fine.

- How long? - Two months.

Why does it matter? Don't you trust me?

Of course I do.

- So we're fine, then. - Totally.

Except you usually tell me.

Which suggests there's a reason you aren't now.

Or it suggests you need me to tell you everything

in order to trust me.

Look, if I see my son acting differently,

I have a right to know what's happening in his life.

This is all because of that English assignment.

No, it's because you're keeping secrets.

It was one bad grade.

Look, I can't be there for you

if I don't know where "there" is.

I don't need you to be there for me.

- I'm sorry. I... - Maybe you don't.

But I'm still the parent, and you're still the kid.

I'll save some food for you.

Whistler came through.

FBI sent over profiles, dossiers, rap sheets.

It's a good thing, too,

'cause we tracked the purchase of the Supra.

Guy who lost it's been off-island.

Couldn't have killed Cobb.

All right, who else do we have?

I narrowed it down to six potential suspects.

We are looking at things like motive,

opportunity, history.

Yeah, David Kang spent time in Halawa for aggravated assault,

Andrew Ray for armed robbery and grand theft.

Tell me about him.

Solomon "Sol" De la Cruz.

Did three years for second-degree assault.

Which he pleaded down from attempted second-degree murder.

Yeah, as well as auto theft and violating Hawai'i statute 286-43:

altering the identification mark of a vehicle.

FBI's building a drug case against him,

but the man has all the experience to work a chop shop.

Maybe even run it.

Does he have a connection to Cobb?

Other than they both like cars, no.

Do any of the other guys?

They all have the capacity to pull the trigger,

but finding the motive's been the tricky part.

Ooh, found it.

Sol's connection to Cobb.

That's Lani Jones.

Cobb's girlfriend.

We dated years ago.

We were practically kids.

Well, old enough for him to get a tattoo of you.

He surprised me with it.

Heck of a surprise.

Um, you do stupid things when you're young and in love.

You do.

So, what changed?

He did.

Started getting into shady stuff.

I couldn't be a part of it.

And how'd he feel when you started dating other guys?

You think he killed Travis?

I'm just asking if there's reason to believe

that Sol would.

Yes.

But I told him to stay away.

Apparently, he didn't listen.

So, do you have any idea where Sol might be?

What time is it?

There he is.

There's a lot of bystanders.

- Let's try to do this quietly, then. - Okay.

Maybe he'll give up easy.

Don't jinx it.

Federal agents.

Hands where I can see them. We need you to come with us.

You had to jinx it!

Ah!

You picked the wrong car, brah.

Hey, Sol.

Didn't want to tackle him?

And risk hitting one of these cars?

No.

It's pretty bold to be hanging out at an auto show

after we just raided your chop shop.

I like cars. And it's not my chop shop.

Yeah? Well, you're there a lot

and, uh, you know, your prints are all over it.

I like cars.

Were you there three nights ago?

I know this game.

I didn't do whatever you think I did.

Look, with your history

and the heat that you're facing now,

I would say cooperating is your best option.

I work at an auto repair shop.

That's all you know.

Everything else has reasonable doubt.

You know who doesn't use terms

like "reasonable doubt"?

Innocent people.

Got to know about crime when you're a criminal.

So, you admit to being a criminal?

Got that stamped on me a long time ago.

Kind of like that?

Yeah.

We talked to your ex-girlfriend.

Hell of a driver.

Oh, yeah.

We also heard you're the jealous type.

Was it hard

seeing her with other guys?

And especially after this last one, right?

Just a clean-cut marine in his day job

and a hell of a racer in his off-hours.

And even though he was an outsider, he just seemed...

just seemed perfect for her.

Unlike you.

You think I killed this guy 'cause he hurt my feelings?

Our medical examiner found trace evidence

of a unique chemical in Travis Cobb's airways.

At first, she wasn't sure what it was,

but after a visit to where he was murdered,

it all made sense.

Isocyanate.

Found in high-performance car paint,

in Travis Cobb's lungs,

and in the paint booth where you murdered him.

- Hey. - Get a medic.

Medic!

Hey.

Get a medic!

Hypersensitivity pneumonitis.

Sol is deathly allergic to car paint.

Okay, well, that makes shooting Cobb in a paint booth difficult.

Well, impossible, actually.

MCRT did another sweep.

Sol's prints are literally everywhere but the booth.

All right, maybe we're thinking about this all wrong.

Maybe Cobb wasn't there even about his car

or to confront somebody.

You think he was meeting someone?

Or someone brought him in.

What's a guy like Cobb doing at a chop shop, though?

I don't know... he was getting out of the Marine Corps

to settle into the racing world, you know?

He had skills from working in a motor pool.

I mean, he'd be useful at a place like that.

Someone was trying to read him in.

Guys, I broke through!

The LLC that owns the repair shop is owned by another LLC,

which is owned by another LLC.

Well, uh, you get the point?

For a bunch of gearheads, they're good.

But even Michael Schumacher made mistakes.

Like when he was disqualified

for turning in on Villeneuve on lap 48

- of the 1997 Final Grand Prix. - Ernie.

Sorry. Research led me down very specific rabbit holes.

And irrelevant though they may seem,

it made me realize...

look for the mistakes.

A few years ago, someone failed to file

proper documentation.

And when the IRS audit showed up,

so did the owner, Myron Chan.

Not a lot on him as of late.

Sort of been M.I.A.

Okay, well, did he have any connections to Cobb?

I'm still looking, but I can link him to both

the auto shop and the junkyard where Cobb was dumped.

So, when you say M.I.A....

Please. I'll text you his address.

There's no way this guy killed Cobb.

He may know who did it. He owns the place.

Mr. Chan.

I'm Special Agent Lucy Tara

from NCIS.

I have some questions for you.

You're the registered owner of Surfrider Auto Repair.

We know it's a front for a chop shop.

A marine was killed in your facility.

Mr. Chan, if you're here, who's running the operation?

Hey.

Someone's been visiting.

Lani Jones.

What else do we have on Lani Jones?

All right, though her family

is racing royalty, it turns out they got

into serious financial trouble about a decade ago.

They had taken out massive loans to build a racetrack.

Except that's when all racing on the island became illegal.

So they turned to a life of crime.

Cue "Uncle" Myron.

He had the infrastructure and a cancer diagnosis.

It makes sense he let the chop shop operate there

in exchange for early retirement.

Lani's dad was running it before he passed,

and now she's in charge.

And it turns out

our devastated girlfriend is quite ruthless.

I dug into her past.

She has a history of violent behavior.

Cobb was ready to give up everything for her,

and she killed him? Why?

Maybe he changed his mind?

There's only one person who knows the answer.

Jesse, take the front.

Kai, take the opposite side. Lucy, you're with me.

Lani's been cooperating so far.

You think she's gonna resist?

The second she realizes she's a suspect.

Lani's fleeing!

Jump!

This is Special Agent in Charge Tennant

requesting air support for suspect fleeing

eastbound toward Farrington Highway in a red Nissan 350Z.

I got to sign you guys up for my dodgeball team.

Y'all go after her.

I'll stay back and clear the house with Kai.

Where's Kai?

Ernie,

tell me you have eyes on Lani.

Working on it.

HPD helo is arriving on station...

now.

Is Kai okay?

He's better than okay. He's gaining on her.

Ernie, how far back are we?

You wouldn't happen to have nitrous on that thing, would you?

All right, how much road do we have left?

HPD's setting a roadblock about a half a mile ahead.

All right. Go, go, go, go.

That curve's our chance.

You trust me?

What are you doing?

Loosening my grip.

It's the end of the road.

Lani's in the process

of making a full confession to Cobb's murder.

And turning state's evidence about the chop shop's dealings.

It's probably the only hope she ever has

of seeing the outside of a prison again.

Should help the FBI close up a few cases, too.

Aren't you glad you trusted me not to crash?

It was like I was watching Bullitt.

No, Fury Road.

Or Fast and the Furious?

Kai cutting through traffic like butter.

And that PIT maneuver. Oh! It was a thing of beauty.

Okay, it was, but it was

way more intense in the passenger seat.

Well, that's just because you weren't in control.

Me, on the other hand, total control.

Aw, all this because she almost ran over your friends.

I don't have friends.

I got 'ohana.

Bro!

I watched it last night. It's good.

- No way. - Aw.

Tell me a time and a place,

- and I'll watch the rest of them with you. - Um...

How many are there?

- There's many. - Mm-hmm.

So, so many.

- Yeah? - And they're awesome.

It's a lot of them.

- It's like a trilogy, right? - Way better.

So, just a form, huh?

Yeah, looks like I'll still be

dropping in as NCIS's FBI liaison.

I can't believe we were so worried about it.

I went to some pretty dark places.

Uh, there is something else, though.

My-my boss kind of assumes you're a guy.

Oh.

I mean, Lucy's not really a masculine name.

No, it-it's my fault.

I mean, he said, "Looking forward to meeting him",

and I should've just said "her".

Hey, hey. It's fine. It's fine.

No, it's not, it's not fine, Lucy.

I...

I haven't done this before.

Have you ever introduced a girlfriend to your coworkers?

You make it look so easy.

- You know, we don't have to do this today. - No, no.

I-I want to. I just...

It's a lot for me.

Well, you won't be alone.

I'll be right here with ya.

Always.

Okay.

- Okay? - Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

Special Agent Whistler.

Uh, this is my...

my girlfriend, Lucy Tara.

Oh.

I...

I believe we've met before.

You're the scrappy one from NCIS.

Ooh, you know it!

Sorry, uh...

I like your apron.

Welcome to the FBI family.

Can I get you guys something to drink?

Yes, please. That would be great.

All right, I got some homemade sangria here.

- Ooh. - There you go.

Hey, I got your call.

Could've just called back.

Well, you know I'm terrible on the phone.

That's right.

You were more of a pager guy.

- Want a drink? - Yes.

So, Alex has a girlfriend.

Yes.

Not sure it was worth the trouble of finding out.

Well, at least it's all out in the open now.

I just...

I needed to know what was going on with him.

When, uh, Alex was five years old,

he came into the living room... You were running late from work.

Uh, something was going on with him,

and he asked me, um...

"How much longer until Mommy gets home?"

And I said, "Uh, an hour or so. But maybe I can help you out".

And you know what he told me?

"It's okay.

I'll wait till Mommy gets home. She'll fix it".

Then you got home, and you fixed it.

He was sad that day

because the kids didn't like his show-and-tell about beetles.

And he grew up.

Was kind of hoping you could fix that, too.

You know, I think about all the decisions

he's gonna have to make this year.

What's gonna happen...

It's not just his life, Janey.

It's ours, too.

Every day, I struggle

to stop myself from trying to keep him on the track

I think is right for him.

Maybe we just need to loosen our grip a bit.

Trust Alex not to crash.

Fair enough.

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