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Your neighbor wasn't fishing
with his dogs.

He was drowning 'em!

Gibbs!

I thought about those dogs.

I reacted.

I have no choice
but to suspend you.

Indefinitely.

I need your badge and your gun.

Hey, how's Gibbs?

I'm not sure. He said,

"There's more to life
than the job."

Gibbs said that?

Yeah.

Oh, body in Reston.

Normally this is when you'd say,
"Grab your gear."

Yeah.
Eh, not this time.

So I liked her post
and she liked mine.

But then she left
this weird comment, you know?

So I'm still just trying
to figure out

if she's even into me.

Why don't you just,
you know, call her?

Oh, yeah. That's-that's a--
that's a good idea, Grandpa.

And then what?
Take her on a hot date

of shuffleboard
and sarsaparilla?

Would a grandpa haul ass
like this?

Ten bucks says I beat you
to Baker Street bypass!

Make it $20 and you're on!

Come on!

What happened?

The chain snapped.

Looks like
I'm calling an Uber.

Oh, I'm sorry, man.

You want me to wait for you?

No, I'm fine.
You go ahead.

All right.

Look on the bright side,

you just saved yourself
20 bucks!

Grandpa.

20 bucks!

Let's see you out here
racing kids half your age,

you little punk.

Whoa,
whoa, whoa!

Oh, my God.

Hey!

Mike.

What the hell is this?

Uh, that appears to be our
firearms qualification, Nick.

I know what it is.

I'm talking about
your perfect score.

Yep.

Yep?

You max it out at 300

and all I got
is a "yep"?

Yep.

I'm good with guns, bro.

No one is this good, bro.

What are you doing?
Hmm?

You sneaking in hours
-at the range?
-Hmm.

Oh. Okay. That's
how you're gonna play it.

All right, I respect that.

I won't ask you
any more questions.

I'll just ask McGee.

McGee?

What? Yes? What?

You haven't been listening
to our conversation?

No. No, I'm reading the news.

-Parker James trial starts today.
-Parker who?

How many different Parkers
have you arrested?

This Parker James.

Oh, yeah, I remember
this tool.

You should. He ran
the biggest Ponzi scheme

in Navy history.
Stole millions from sailors.

$30 million,
to be exact.

-Hello?
-Actually,
a pretty brilliant scheme.

Well, he confessed to Gibbs, so
he must not be that brilliant.

Well, he was smart enough
to make the money disappear.

Can't spend that money
in prison, baby.

Assuming he's convicted.

Gibbs is testifying.
So, as soon as the jury hears

about James' confession,
it's over.

Thanks. Uh, we got a body.

I say it wrong?

Well, no.

But, usually,
when Gibbs is gone,

I get the "got a body" calls.

Probably got
the wrong extension.

My ringer's not working.

Ah.

Okay. I'm here, Gibbs.

What's up?

Prosecutor just dropped me
as a witness

in the James case.

Oh.

Good morning to you, too.

You know about this?

Yeah. She called me
a couple days ago.

Said she was leaning that way.

What'd you say?

I told her
whatever choice she made,

we would fully support.

Who's "we"?

The agency.

Oh.

So you... you agree with her.

Yeah. I do.

Gibbs, you assaulted
an unarmed suspect.

No prosecutor
in their right mind

is going to put a witness
on the stand with that kind

-of baggage.
-Leon, he was-- he was shooting,

he was drowning dogs.

It doesn't matter.

-It does to me.
-Yeah.

Well, you made that clear when
you put him in the hospital.

But the choice you made
has consequences.

What I did has nothing
to do with Parker James.

His defense attorney

will claim it has everything
to do with your credibility.

-I never lied.
-No.

But a jury might find what
you did do a bit unsettling.

I'm the only person
that heard him confess.

I don't take the stand,

this guy will walk.

She thinks she can get
a conviction even without you.

She thinks.

Do you know how many lives
that Parker James destroyed?

Course I do.

So do I.

Call her back.

Fight.

Not this time, Gibbs.

You're just gonna let this guy
go free?

No.

If Parker James walks,

that's on you.

All right. So, Petty Officer
Second Class Michael Benson.

25 years old.

Based on the size
of his calves,

I'd say he spent a good portion
of those years riding a bike.

Any witnesses?

Uh, no, not yet.

Streets are pretty
empty in the morning.

The cops say a jogger found him.

All right.

Talk to me, Jimmy.

You're getting pretty good
at that.

Thanks.

Work in progress.

He's got massive
soft tissue damage

on his torso and arms.

He was struck
at quite a high speed.

Judging by the depth
of this gash on his head,

I'd say
he hit the pavement pretty hard.

You know,
I don't see skid marks.

The vehicle
didn't even slow down.

So our driver

was either asleep or drunk.

Or maybe this wasn't
an accident.

Uh... guys?

Got another bike.

No frame damage
on this one. But...

chain's broken.

Looks like our petty officer
wasn't riding alone.

So we're not only missing
a vehicle,

we're missing a witness.

I saw a camera up there
that caught the crime scene.

If we're lucky, it'll,
uh, help us find 'em both.

This is why I don't
ride bikes on streets.

Streets are for cars.

Just like the ocean
is for sharks.

Which is also
why I don't...

Kasie.

Yeah.

Uh, video, please.

Oh. Yeah, okay.
And before you ask,

no, I cannot zoom in
any more than this.

Only one cyclist?

For now.

Okay. So I guess that rules out

license plate number.

What about make and model?

Uh, no and no.

Black sedan is
all you're gonna get.

But there is a second act.

The mystery second rider.

Hmm. He must have seen
the hit-and-run.

Where's his bike?

Broken chain.

What's he doing?

He's looking around

to make sure the coast is clear.

-Dude, what are you
doing? Call 911.

Check for a pulse
or something.

Oh, he does something.

What the hell?

My thoughts exactly.

I mean, what kind of a monster

would leave their friend to die?

The kind who knows something
we don't.

Petty Officer Benson.

Assigned to
NSA Bethesda.

C.O. said that he was
a model sailor.

Parents said
everybody loved him.

Parents always say that.

But someone driving

a black sedan didn't love him.

Not really feeling the love

from his bike partner either.

Can't wait to find this guy.

Yeah. First,
we got to find out

who this guy is.

What? Didn't Kasie run
the prints off his bike?

Yeah. He's not in the system.

We have to find another
way to I.D. him.

Any theories on why this guy
ran from the crime scene?

I don't know.
Maybe he was in on it.

That would explain
why he vanished.

Those outfits they're wearing,
those expensive bikes--

you think maybe
they're part of a team?

Way ahead of you.

Petty Officer Benson
was part of a club called

the D.C. Cyclists.
And we figure

our mystery biker
was a member, too.

Nice. Want to call 'em,
get the club roster?

Again, way ahead of you.

But before you get too excited,
there's, like, over 600 members,

so there's got to be
a faster way to I.D. this guy.

Oh. Find a faster way.

Jimmy's got something.
I'm headed to Autopsy.

Hmm. Any ideas?

-Ellie?
-Hmm?

Any ideas?

Sorry. I was
just thinking, uh...

you know, it's usually Gibbs
who heads to Autopsy.

You wanted the front seat, too?

Parker James.

I saw you
staring at him.

Did the son of a
bitch get you, too?

No. Not exactly.

Oh. Well, you're lucky.

Bastard stole my husband's
entire Navy pension.

I'm sorry about that.

Well, I just hope

they shank his dumb ass
in prison.

Pardon my French.

Agent Gibbs.

Attorney Addison.

Didn't you hear?

I removed you
from my witness list.

Yeah, I heard.

Put me back on.

I'm sorry.
If I called you as a witness,

I'd have to disclose your arrest
and suspension.

Disclose it.

And have the defense

eviscerate you on the stand?
No, thank you.

I can handle it.

It's not you I'm worried about.

It's the jury.

I'm sorry, Agent Gibbs.
Your credibility is a liability.

Credibility.

I heard that... a lot.

Look, I'm not gonna lie.

Losing you is a blow
to the case,

but we still have one surefire
witness taking the stand--

James's accountant.

His testimony alone
is enough

to get us a conviction.

All rise.

The Honorable
Monica Perez now presiding.

You may be seated.

Jimmy.

Hey, what you got?

I have shards of metal
that were embedded

in Petty Officer Benson's hip.

Uh, must have come from
the vehicle that struck him.

And this poor guy
never stood a chance.

Massive internal
bleeding at the-- Oh!

Let me show you this.

Black paint on his helmet.

Must have come
from the car that hit him.

Enough there
to pull a sample from?

I already sent it off to Kasie.

Kasie already ran it.
My handy dandy

spectrophotometer ID'd the color
as Iridium Black,

a shade used
in older Chevy Cruze models.

-Ah, nice job, Kasie.
-Oh.

Glad to see
you're happy about it.

And you're about
to be even happier

because I think

I also found our mystery biker.

How's that?

The D.C. Cycle club
has their own app

to track
and post rides.

Like a virtual
scoreboard?
Exactly.

But also with a social messaging
component.

Benson got an invite
to ride this morning

from a user named
SpeedRacer7298.

I cross-referenced their
membership roster, and got...

Bernard Wilson,
lives in Silver Spring.

You're kidding me.

What is it?

Well, Bernard Wilson is
the star witness

in Parker James' trial.

The Ponzi scheme guy?

Yeah. Wilson was his accountant.

So the only guy that could put
Parker James away for life

just happens to be the witness
in a hit-and-run?

And was also wearing
the exact same outfit and helmet

as the guy who got hit.

Maybe Wilson wasn't supposed
to be a witness.

Maybe he was supposed
to be the target.

Based on his profile history,

he takes this exact same ride
three mornings a week.

That would explain
why he was running.

He knew that car
was meant for him.

If that driver finds out

that they killed
the wrong person...

Wilson is still in danger.

Torres, Kasie's gonna
text you an address.

You and Bishop go there now.

-The defense has no
further questions

for this witness,
Your Honor.

Call your next witness,
Counselor.

The prosecution calls
Bernard Wilson to the stand.

Counselor?

Uh, Your Honor,

we request a recess.

Our witness is delayed.

Delayed?

We're trying

to locate him now.

You've got the day

to find your witness.

Court's adjourned.

All rise.

Better get that.

Could be important.

Bishop?

Hey, Gibbs, you
still in court?

Ah, no. We just broke.

Witness didn't show.

Bernard Wilson?

Uh, yeah.

What do you know about him?

Mr. Wilson, NCIS!
Open up!

He was the, uh, the target
of a hit-and-run,

and he got away unharmed.

We're at his house,
but he's not answering,

so, what do you think?
Should we bust in?

Why are you asking me, Bishop?

It's not my call.

Nick?

Bishop?

Bishop! Talk to me.

Bishop?

Well,

we found him, Gibbs, but...

somebody else
found him first.

All right, Bernard Wilson,

shot in the head
in his own home.

Hours after
he witnessed the hit-and-run

of Petty Officer Benson.

It took two tries,
but the killer got their target.

No signs of forced entry.

You think he knew his killer?

This has Parker James
written all over it.

I mean,
he didn't pull the trigger,

but he ordered that hit.

From behind bars?
It's easier said than done.

All visitor conversations
and phone calls are monitored.

Yeah, but no conversations
with lawyers.

It wasn't his lawyer.

It's always the lawyer.

Not this time.

No, I've known Todd Renfro
for years.

He may be a dirtbag,
but he's not a killer.

Well, then, who else
did James talk to?

Well, according
to his prison records,

besides his lawyer,
his wife came once,

and a woman named
"Hanna Devereaux"

has visited him 33 times.

33 visits to a Ponzi criminal?

Okay, that's totally normal.

Hanna Devereaux have an address?

Uh, right here. Wife, too.

All right, Nick and I will
go talk to the wife.

Bishop, Miss 33's all yours.

Okay.

It all depends. At the Bellagio,
I typically start

at about $10,000 a hand.

But once the whiskey sours
kick in, I tend to go bigger.

A two-bedroom
penthouse suite, huh?

And the entire stay is
on the house?

Sounds good.

I'll see you soon. Ha.

Okay, I'm not sure
where you're going,

but if you have
an extra bedroom...

That was the VIP concierge
at the Macau Island Casino.

Sold. When do we leave?

When you have enough money

to back up the promises
I just made.

Why do I have a feeling
this is about Parker James?

Because you see
Parker James documents

-all over my computer.
-Yeah, I see his face up there

-on the plasma, as well.
-Mm-hmm.

Yes, this is

beginning to remind me
a lot of last year

when you went down
the same rabbit hole,

trying to track down
all the money he stole.

$30 million that, mysteriously,
no one ever found.

Yeah, but he claimed that...

that he lost it all
in the market, right?

There you go.
I remember that look.

You gave that to me the
last time I asked that question.

Well, then, you also remember
that the FBI thinks

he blew it all gambling.

At the, uh,
-Macau Island Casino?
-Exactly.

They traced
wire transfers there,

and he proceeded to gamble
like a madman, except...

Check this out.

There's a room charge

for four grand.
Weird, right?

Yeah. Why is that weird?

Jimmy, have you ever been
to Vegas?

Uh, no.

Have you at least seen
the movie Casino?

Again, no.

Oh, God help you.

If someone blows
$30 million gambling,

they're gonna comp their room.

Plus, meals, drinks,
whatever the gambler wants.

But the Macau Island Casino

charged Parker for a Snickers
from the minibar.

So, this casino's
really stingy then?

Or he never actually
gambled the money.

What if he exchanged
the money for chips

like he was gonna gamble,
but never actually did?

So you think that he just left
with the chips?

Mm, possibly. There's no
expiration date on casino chips.

Well, then why wouldn't
the casino just tell the Feds

that he never gambled?

Because for right now,

the casino's up $30 million.

Plus, they don't have
to cooperate with the Feds

because the casino's in China.

Hmm. Well,
if that theory is correct,

then, the real question becomes,
where are those chips?

And the second question is,

how have you never seen
the movie Casino?

It's rated R.

Oh, my God.

Yes. Come in.

Thanks for seeing me, Director.

Of course, Ms. Addison.

I'm going to skip
the pleasantries,

because frankly,
I'm not in the mood.

Well, having a key witness
murdered can do that.

That's why I'm here.

Cards on the table. Can you
directly tie Parker James

to the Wilson homicide?

If I can tell the judge
that my defendant

is going to be charged
with the murder of my witness,

that will earn me
a long continuance.

And if not?

Trial continues
tomorrow morning.

I see.

Well, confidentially,
James is our number-one suspect,

but we haven't figured out yet
how he ordered the murder.

How solid is your fraud
case at this point?

Quick answer--
it's in shambles.

Now, I only have one night
to regroup

and figure out my options.

Is one option reconsidering

calling Agent Gibbs
to the stand?

Everything's back on the table.

Why? Is that a problem?

I don't want to overstep
here, Ms. Addison,

but Hail Marys rarely work.

And this Hail Mary would come
at a very severe cost.

I understand.

As I'm sure you understand

that I can't allow
your agent's reputation

to dictate
how I conduct my case.

My priority is getting
a conviction.

So is mine.
I want Parker James

to pay for his crimes
as much as anyone.

But putting Gibbs on the stand

does not guarantee
a guilty verdict.

I'm aware. This could blow up
in both our faces.

Which is why I took him off
the witness list to begin with.

I got to go prep.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

These rumors I'm hearing
about what Gibbs did--

any chance they're overblown?

No.

Okay then.

Thank you, Director.

This is the wrong place.

No, says here
it's the right address.

Wow. The wife
of Parker James lives here?

I guess $30 million doesn't go
as far as it used to.

Charlotte James?

Would you just stop already?

I can't pay you,
so quit hassling me.

Yeah, we're not
debt collectors.

NCIS.

What do you want?

Well, Mrs. James... Uh, no,

it's not Mrs. James anymore.

It's Ms. Bodizinski.

I took back my maiden name,

which I couldn't wait
to get rid of,

and now I'm ecstatic
to have it back.

Okay, uh, Ms....

Charlotte's fine.

And I can guess why you're here.

You want to talk
about my soon-to-be ex-husband.

You going somewhere?

You could say that.

Oh, I'm being evicted.

From this?

What can I say?
Life's a bitch.

Parker stole $30 million,

and I can't pay rent
on this hellhole.

Speaking of Parker,
we noticed you visited him

in prison last month.

That's why you're here?

Have either of you
ever tried to divorce

a federal inmate?

-Uh, thankfully, no.
-Mm-mm.

Oh, it's a whole thing--
the paperwork,

the notary-- and it all
has to be done in person.

He signed. I left.

Now he can rot in jail.

Well, he might not.

Do you know his accountant,
Bernard Wilson?

Yeah, I know Bernie.

Oh, don't tell me,
he got cold feet

and decided not to testify.

No, he was killed this morning.

Oh, Parker.

That son of a bitch.

You think of any old friends
or business associates

he might have had
that might be willing
to kill for him?

Parker worked
with Wall Street types, not...

not murderers.

What about Hanna Devereaux?

That whack-job?

Maybe. She is psycho.

What exactly is her relationship
with Parker?

She's Parker's new girlfriend.

She accosted me
in the prison waiting room

and said Parker was
all hers now.

I said, "You can have him."

Can I go pack up

the rest of my crap now?

NCIS.

Special Agent Bishop.

I'm looking for
Hanna Devereaux.

What's this about?

You her father?

Yeah. But she's not home
right now.

Where is she?

Uh, I don't know.
Come back later.

Wait, uh,
this is about Parker James.

Did something happen?

Why would you ask that?

There's something
you should see.

Wow.

That's one way to put it.

This is not like
my daughter.

She's a sweet,
innocent young woman

who somehow
became infatuated with him.

It's unhealthy.
It's borderline deranged.

Yeah, no,
nothing borderline about this.

So, how did they meet?

She saw him on the news.

She decided to write a letter
to him in prison.

He responded,
asking her to visit him.

After that, they were...
they were off to the races.

So, are these, uh,
these his love letters?

Yeah. Hanna saves them all.

I've researched women
who date inmates.

It never ends well.

Have you noticed any changes
in her behavior?

She's isolating herself
from her friends. From me.

From anyone who thinks
dating Parker James is insane.

Mind if I...

take this one?

No. Please.

Thanks.

I-Is Hanna in trouble?

I just need to talk to her.

So do I.

She's been gone all day.

She didn't even take her phone.

I'm guessing that's not normal?

No.

Now I'm really getting worried.

What?

No, no, no, no, no.

Don't look at me like that.

I already made up my mind.

I was afraid being home alone

might get to you
after a while, but...

man, that escalated quickly.

She's not talking
back, is she?

No. Hell of a listener,
though.

You expecting someone?

Yeah.

You.

Am I that predictable?

Prosecutor changed her mind.

Wants me to testify.

I thought...

you might want to talk
about that.

Yeah, you thought right.

Parker James's
lawyer, Renfro,

he charges six figures
for a reason.

The guy's a pit bull. He...

Luce, sorry.

No offense.

You talking to dogs now?

I mean it, Gibbs.

Renfro's ruthless.

He'll flip the script--
he'll put you on trial.

This is not about me.

Well, it is if
you testify.

You'll have to describe
the assault in graphic detail.

Everything will
be on the record.

Not ashamed of what I did, Leon.

Well, you should be.

If you testify, you could
actually help James.

How are you gonna feel, Gibbs,

if you're the reason
that he goes free?

Better than if I sat around
and did nothing.

If you do this,

there's no looking back.

Your career at NCIS
could very well be over.

Leon, I'm sorry. I am.

It's a chance
I'm gonna have to take.

Kasie. Hey, what you got?

Local LEOs found it
abandoned in a cornfield

less than two miles
from where Benson was hit.

It's a good amount of damage.
You think this is our, uh...

Our hit-and-run
vehicle?

Yep. The metal shards
Jimmy pulled from the body

are a match to the
windshield wipers,

and the paint
is a match to the car.

Great. You able
to run the VIN?

Yep.

And?

78-year-old dude in Ohio
reported it stolen

three weeks ago.

So the driver
could be anyone.

Yep.

You need a hand
-with that?
-No.

Okay. You okay, Kase?

Yep.

Okay. We'll leave you...

-to it.
-Mm-hmm.

I mean, it's not like
I could've known.

I was still a temp
back then.

How was I supposed to know?

Sorry. Uh,
known what?

That Gibbs does not know
how to operate

even the most
rudimentary technology.

Oh, for the love of...

I'm the reason we didn't get

the Parker James confession
on tape, all right?

You mean because you wired Gibbs
for the undercover meeting?

Yes. And I assumed he would
turn on the recording device.

And he assumed I would do it,
because everybody knows

you don't leave any kind of
technological buttons to Gibbs.

Well, the temp didn't know

you don't leave the buttons
to Gibbs.

Kasie, you can't beat
yourself up about it.

Mm.

Okay, that's it. I'm done.

What? You're quitting?

No. I'm done dusting for prints.

K-Hines don't quit.

She gets back up and she finds
the freakin' evidence.

So what'd you find?

Nothing.

Car was wiped clean.

The only thing I know for sure

is I tweaked my back
squeezing out of there.

Whoever was driving
had really short legs.

How tall is
Hanna Devereaux?

Uh, don't know.
But the prison

detained her on a visit
to James.

She's in Interrogation now.

Thanks, Kasie.

See ya.

K-Hines don't quit.

I have this talent
for writing letters.

Parker fell in love with me
on paper,

one paragraph
into the first page.

Then he fell in love
with me off paper, too.

Mm.

You, uh, sure

you're the only one he's dating,

on paper or otherwise?

I know how this looks,
but this isn't some fantasy.

We're getting married
as soon as he gets out.

You have a date set,
Ms. Devereaux?

Agent McGee,

would you just excuse
us for a minute?

Hanna, I am so sorry.

Half of these guys
that I work with,

they wouldn't understand love
if it smacked 'em in the face.

My dad's the same way.

So...

I like the play, McGee.
You make a damn good skeptic.

And Bishop
a surprisingly good romantic.

Her idea, by the way.

Possible Parker James
had the same one.

Human connection
with an unstable loner.

He had her
in the palm of his hand.

Can I tell you something?

Yeah.

Parker's innocent.

You think
this whole Ponzi scheme thing,

you think he's being framed?

Yes.

Or it was
a smear campaign.

But Parker would never steal
from anyone.

Is that...

is that why you
had to do this?

I don't...

I'm not following.

You know,

I have someone
who's really special to me.

And I trust him with my life.

And...

if he ever asked me
to do something to help him,

I would. I would in, like,
a heartbeat.

Is that how you feel
about Parker?

Yeah.

So, Hanna, um,

where were you
yesterday morning?

Were you--
were you driving this car?

Yesterday morning,

I was doing something secret.

Like, secret, like...
for Parker?

I went to D.C.

There's a congressman.

He's gonna help free Parker.

I sat right in front
of his office,

and I wrote him
a letter-- 23 pages.

There's no way he can say "no"
to 23 pages from me.

-Oh.
-I have a talent for letters.

Ah.

And what exactly
did he say to you?

He said
that he needed more clients

for a Ponzi scheme
he was running.

And is that man
in this courtroom today?

Yes.

Let the record show
that the witness

has identified
the defendant, Parker James.

Thank you, Agent Gibbs,

not only for your testimony,
but also your decades of service

in both the Marines
and the federal law enforcement.

Marine Corps
Good Conduct Medal,

a Purple Heart
and a Silver Star.

You've had an exemplary career,
haven't you, sir?

That's not for me to say.

Well, I think your record
and commendations speak

for themselves.

It's men and
women like you

that keep the
rest of us safe.

No more questions, Your Honor.

Hanna Devereaux--
she might be crazy, but

she's not our killer.

And Congressman McGrath said

that she was sitting outside
of his office all day yesterday.

Takes a long time
to write 23 pages.

Especially when it all rhymes.

Really?

Yup.

"Parker James went down

"in flames,
but he's not to blames,

he was frames."

Frames?

Yeah. She was

really committed
to the rhyme scheme.

Regardless, this puts us back
at square one.

Without a murder suspect,

we can't prove
that James ordered the hit.

Which makes,
uh, Gibbs' testimony

that much more important.

Good afternoon,

Agent Gibbs, or...

should I say "Mr. Gibbs"?

I'll answer to either.

But "Mr. Gibbs" would be
more accurate, wouldn't it?

Considering the fact

that you're not currently
a special agent?

Objection. Agent Gibbs is still
under the employ of NCIS.

Sustained.

My apologies.

Yes, the witness is still
technically a special agent.

An agent who

no longer has possession
of his service weapon

or badge.

Tell us why,

Agent Gibbs.

I was suspended.

For how long?

Indefinitely.

For what reason?

Altercation with a suspect.

An altercation?

I'd call it a brutal assault.

One your victim did
nothing to provoke.

The guy shot and drowned dogs.

So that gave you the right
to attack him?

You did use

excessive force
that day, did you not?

Yes.

Do you have

any remorse for what you did?

No.

Agent Gibbs has a history

of coloring outside the lines.

And he has proven that he will
go to any lengths to ensure

his version of justice

is served.

So, I'll simply ask--

do you find it feasible

that an agent
who's capable of assault

could also be capable of...

lying?

Fabricating

the defendant's
so-called confession?

I am not asking you

to choose sides,
ladies and gentlemen.

But I am asking you
whether Agent Gibbs'

recent behavior

constitutes reasonable doubt.

I think you know
the answer is "yes."

No more questions, Your Honor.

Madam Foreperson,
have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

On the eight counts of
securities fraud, what say you?

We, the jury,

find the defendant,
Parker James, not guilty.

No!

Order! Order, please!

You did this.

Ladies and gentlemen,

thank you
for your service.

Mr. James, you're free to go.

Thank you, Judge.

Your Honor, my client would
like his passport back.

Today, please.

So ordered.

Thank you, Mr. Gibbs.

Why are you smiling?

Oh, because I know
this isn't over.

Really? 'Cause this feels
pretty over to me.

Not guilty? Unbelievable.

Verdict was unanimous.

But how? James stole
all that money.

No, he claims
that he invested all that money

and then lost it
in the market.

At least that's the story he
told when he was on the stand.

And they believed him
over Gibbs? That's... insane.

So Gibbs testified
for nothing?

Gibbs made his choice,
Agent Torres.

We all have to live with it.

But we don't have to live with
Parker James being a free man.

What do you got
on the two murders?

A bunch of theories.

We believe that the driver and
the shooter are the same person.

We think, uh, James ordered
the hit from behind bars.

So James orchestrated a second
crime to cover up his first,

and now he's getting
away with both.

What about the car?

Kasie's searching every inch,
but so far,

no prints, hair or any
physical evidence at all.

What about electronic evidence?

Kasie.

Don't worry, McGee. K-Hines
don't quit. I won't stop

until... I think I know how
to find the driver.

Oh, thank God.
Anything has to be better

than more floor mat fibers.

-You have the keys?
-Come on, McGee.

I dusted the keys twice already.

-They're clean.
-I'm not looking for prints.
Come on.

Okay, where are we going?

Cars like this--

they have
-infotainment systems, right?
-Mm-hmm.

Navigation, satellite radio.

Ah, and Bluetooth.

Exactly. On a car
Delilah and I rented

when we were in the Bahamas,
it automatically paired

with my phone before
we had even left

the parking lot.

And you think this system
might have paired

-with the killer's phone?
-Yes, I do.

Okay.

Walter's the vehicle owner,
but who's Charlotte?

Parker James' wife.

Parker?

-What?
-A little help here?

Geez. How many shoes
did you pack?

All of them.

Parker?

How the hell
did they find us?

Hey, McGee, check it out.

I guess chivalry
isn't dead.

Yeah, two people that can't
stand each other getting ready

to take a road
trip together.

What can I say?

Love's a funny thing.
Right, babe?

That's right, sweetie.

Yeah, especially
when $30 million is involved.

You guys don't have
anything on me.

Otherwise, we wouldn't be
standing here talking.

-Let's go.
No, you're right.

You're right.

But we have more than enough
to arrest your wifey over here.

-The vehicle you used in
the hit-and-run paired

with your cell phone, tracked
your every move that day.

Oops.

Parker, do something!

Keep quiet.
I'll get you a lawyer.

Well, what about him?!

-He's free to go.
-Yeah.

You might want to
say your goodbyes now because

we both know that this
may be the last time you see

or hear from him.

Honey, I'll take care of this.

-Oh, you're gonna
take care of it?

Just like you took care of her

last time you went away?

You gonna
take the fall alone

while he spends his millions?

What millions?
I lost everything in the market.

Really? 'Cause we thought
you traded it in

for casino chips,
hid it in Macau.

Parker.

Charlotte,
they don't know anything.

No. Wait.
No. Wait.

Hey, cut-cut me a deal,
and-and I'll tell you

exactly where
-the chips are.
-Charlotte!

Damn.

Love is a funny thing.

Charlotte admitted
to cutting a deal with James.

If she agreed to
kill the accountant,

he would split the
$30 million with her.

Yeah, I don't think
that was in their vows.

And the money?

All the chips were stashed in
a safety-deposit box in Macau.

That's where they were headed.

Yeah, those chips have already
been converted back to cash,

and the victims
reimbursed.

Okay, so here's
the $64,000 question.

How'd you find
the happy couple?

Well, that's all Gibbs.

Once Kasie told him her theory
about Macau,

Gibbs figured James would
go there immediately.

And Gibbs called me to get a
warrant to embed a GPS tracker.

Embed it in where?

James's passport.

Ah.

Nicely done.

Good work, everybody.

I'll see you tomorrow.

-Good night.
-Sir.

So what do you think?
Should we call Gibbs?

Invite him out
for a celebratory drink?

Uh, you think
he would come?

Uh,

well, there's only one way

to find out.

Parker James is
under arrest again.

The disgraced financial advisor
and his estranged wife

were taken into custody
by NCIS agents.

Today's arrest marks
another twist

in the wild saga of the
one-time Wall Street investor,

who earlier today received
a surprising

not-guilty verdict at his trial

on charges of running an ela...