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MAN: Gin.

Oh, come on. Again?
Hey, I'm that good.

You know, I think
Sam's cheating at cards again.

WOMAN: Four hands
in a row? No one is that good.

SAM: You don't
have to throw the cards.

WOMAN: Just deal.
MAN: All right.

Yeah.

Well, do you think
we should tell Meredith?

Nah.

(indistinct conversation
over speakers)

Red team, 20 minutes
till dive one, 20 minutes.

(divers sighing, groaning)

MEREDITH:
Let's finish this.

SAM: Hey, you want to
move five in a row...

(conversation distorts,
heartbeat thumps)

Yo, what the hell
you doing, man?

He-Man, you all right?

Yo! Bro...
Dude.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Holy...

I need to get out of here

right now!
Whoa! Come on...

De la Rosa, stand down.

MUGFORD: D! Stand down!

Come on, man!
Now, wait, now, wait...!

MUGFORD: Stand down!

What did you do to me?

MUGFORD: Stand down!

What the hell did you do?

No...
(grunting)

(screaming)

MAN (over speaker):
Oxygen level compromised.

Captain, control room.

We are code five in chamber.
Code five.

Atmosphere alert, sir.

We are out of bounds.

Repeat, out of bounds
on the PO-2.

Mark...

Hey! Come on.

MARK: Divers, alternate
air source.

Go to the BIBS.

Flushing the chamber in ten,

nine, eight, seven,
MEREDITH: Get on your BIBS!

six, five,

four, three,

two, one.

What in God's green earth
is going on here?

It's de la Rosa, Captain.
Something's wrong.

Real wrong.

It isn't meant to be.

(indistinct communication
over radio)

Things are
calming down now, sir.

(alarms stop, computer blips)

Chamber is secure.

MARK:
PO-2 levels in bounds.

Disengage BIBS.

Hey, what the hell, D?

You trying to kill us, huh?

(gasps)
D!

What's wrong with you, man?
You all right? D?

D...!
D...!

Oh...!
Yo! D!

Hey, hey, come on, man...

♪ ♪

(wry chuckle)

She does this every year.

It's her thing.

The world's most
commercial holiday.

Oh, now, now, McCherub.

You should appreciate
what you have.

We're not all
so lucky.

Sometimes I think
you prefer being alone.

We all have to live
with our decisions, Tim.

Hey, Abby.

Hey, uh...

What you doin'?

Nothin'.

Oh, look!

Looks like you got a gift
from your secret valentine.

Aw. Thanks, Abbs.

Oh, it's not from me.

But you should
really read that card.

Well, I didn't get you anything.

You still have a few days.

“Roses are red.

“They go in a bucket.
Jake is a jerk.

He can go suck it.”

That's sweet. (chuckles)

TONY: Figured out a gift for Delilah?
Oh.

I'm working on it.

TONY:
Chocolate, flowers.

McGEE:
No, that's a cop-out.

It's got to be
something meaningful.

We live together now,
you know?

It's just...

You can't think
of anything 'cause

it's a worthless
commercial holiday?

I was gonna say I was
feeling pressure, but yeah.

You know what I'd like, just
once? Somebody to come up to me

and say, “Happy Valentine's Day.
Go to a Wizards game”"

I agree.

And why is it that guys have
to do all the romantic stuff?

Mm. Don't look at me.

It's not my holiday.

Your people perpetuate it.
Actually,

all I want this year
is to watch a movie at home.

Sorry, Ellie.
Oh.

You had a rou... rough year.

Yeah.
Sorry.

You know, Tim,
it's not so bad.

The only thing
I'm sad about missing

is my annual
Valentine's Day meal.

Every year we'd go to Gennari's
on Connecticut Avenue. They have

the best salmon piccata
in the world.

You know what?
I think you should still go.

Mm, table for one.
Negative.

Hey, what do you think
I should get Delilah?

Mm... Well, you're an author.

Why don't you write her
a romantic poem?

That is a really good idea.
I like it.

I'm gonna do that.
I would like to

read that idea that you write.

Make her dinner.
That's what I used to do.

Well, maybe that
didn't work out so well.

Gear up, McGee.

Got a dead Navy diver
on a ship in the Atlantic.

Helo's waiting.
BISHOP: Uh, what about us, Gibbs?

It's probably
just an accident.

You two stay here.

Happy to!

We'll hold down the sad,

single Valentine's fort,
just the two of us.

(indistinct radio
communication)

CAPTAIN:
Heard you guys were coming.

Don't know why you're here.
We're here because

Conn Watch Supervisor Mugford
said the death was suspicious.

Control room guy.
Witnessed it.

Witnessed what,
exactly?

Our dive team leader just
went and lost his damn mind.

He was retired Navy.

Why you were called
to a civilian ship.

Ever been on board a
dive vessel, son?

Uh, you'll be my first,
Captain.

Well, I'll be gentle.

State-of-the-art ship
designed to facilitate

deep-sea saturation divers.

We carry things, we
cook for 'em, basically

we babysit 'em while they
work on the ocean floor.

Work?

Welding an
oil pipeline,

622 feet
straight down.

You're the doc.

Medical examiner.
Ah.

Well, you wasted a trip.

Watch your head.

Now, look, Agent Gibbs,
we are on a deadline here.

I know you don't care
for the oil company,

but we got a job to do.

You're right.
I don't care.

Show 'em, Sam.

DUCKY: Oh, dear.
SAM: You got it, Cap'n.

McGEE: What's the matter?

DUCKY:
It's a decompression chamber.

CAPTAIN: That's right.
Pressurized to an atmosphere

more than 19 times
greater than sea level.

McGEE:
So opening the hatch would...

DUCKY:
Kill them all instantly.

You started decompressing them?

Began about two hours ago.

Well, how much longer
are we talking about?

Four days, minimum.

Then why am I even here?

CAPTAIN:
I told you--

you wasted a trip.

Come back in four days.

The process
of decompression

(over speaker):
will incontrovertibly alter

Senior Chief de la Rosa's
body chemistry.

In four days,

any evidence that could

tell us how he died--

will be erased forever.

Yo! Yo!
(Meredith screams)

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
MEREDITH: What?

DE LA ROSA: I need to get
out of here, right now!

MUGFORD: You can rule out
panic attack.

De la Rosa had 1,000 hours

in pitch-black caves,
zero visibility.

Guy never flinched.

Who's he yelling at?
No one. Everyone.

I watched it a dozen times,
I still can't tell.

That's why I called you.

De la Rosa is former Navy;
guy's tough as nails.

Something ain't right.

Okay, you see those
sparks right there?

He could have killed
everyone inside.

The atmosphere inside
any decompression chamber

is extremely dry.

Start a fire,
it's all over.

Give me the details
on the chamber.

Pressurized to match
the divers' working conditions,

which, in this case,
is 622 feet below sea level.

Divers live, eat,
sleep in the chamber.

When it's time
to go to work,

they attach to this diving bell,

which takes 'em straight
down to the ocean floor.

They work eight hours,
come back up, eat, sleep,

repeat until the job's done.

Only decompress once,
at the end.

It's more efficient.

Safer, too.

In theory, anyway.

Oh, Jethro, please.
You can't expect me to determine

a cause of death
from a “instant replay.”

Come on, Duck,
you got to give me something.

All right.

I can confidently
rule out quicksand.

JALEN (over speaker):
Amen.

Rest in peace, brother.

Hello, everyone.

I know this is a...
a little awkward,

but I have to ask you all
a few questions.

Anyone have any idea
what happened here?

Heart attack?

Stroke, maybe?
Brain aneurysm?

MEREDITH: I thought you
Navy investigators

only showed up at crimes.

Well, we're not exactly sure
what happened yet.

McGEE: Senior Chief de la Rosa--
was he acting strangely

at all,
before this morning?

No way. The guy was
solid as a rock.

And all four of you
dive together, yes?

Yeah, two by two.
Safety first.

Who was on de la Rosa's team?

Yeah, he was my partner.
So what?

McGEE: What's that on the wall
over there?

Air lock, for
food and trash.

Who has access to it?
SAM: Anyone on board.

Usually just
the kitchen staff uses it.

MEREDITH:
Hey, Agent Tough Guy.

These two are afraid to ask,

so I will:
When can we move him?

My name is Special Agent McGee.

And you cannot move him until
the M.E. examines the body.

Four days from now?

I'm not living in here
with that.

Well, I'm sorry.
JALEN: Now, you realize

there's two ways out
of this chamber, right?

You are not putting
the body in the ocean.

Burial at sea.

We'll say a few words, yeah?

Yeah. We're not just gonna
sit here for 96 hours

while our friend decomposes.
I understand, okay?

I sympathize,
but you cannot move the body.

You'll be arrested
for interfering

with a federal investigation.

We're already locked up.
At least jail won't smell

like a dead guy.

(sighs)

Mrs. de la Rosa?

NCIS.

Ma'am...

are you okay?

I walked out of the house
a few minutes ago.

Don't remember
where I was going.

I'm... so very sorry
for your loss.

I'm Special Agent
Bishop, NCIS.

I have to ask you
a few questions.

Did your husband
take any medication?

No.

He was obsessive
about his health. Why?

We think he may have had
a reaction to something.

I don't understand.

Why is NCIS investigating?

I thought
it was a diving accident.

We're not sure yet.

I need to see him.
Where is he?

Did you recover his body?

He wasn't diving
when he died.

It happened inside
the chamber.

I have to go.

I have to ask you
a few questions...

No, no. I can't deal with
this right now. I'm sorry.

(door opens, closes)

De la Rosa's rebreather. I mean,
I checked it and rechecked it.

There's no blockages,
no mechanical issues...

That's de la Rosa's actual unit?

They call it
a built-in breathing system.

BIBS, for short.

It delivers the same
trimix gas blend

they breathe inside the chamber.
What's trimix?

There's too much oxygen
in super-pressurized air,

so they're breathing a blend
of oxygen, nitrogen, and helium.

Could de la Rosa's mix
have been altered?

All the divers breathe
from the same line.

You change one,
you change 'em all.

Okay. Thank you.

Yeah.

Well, based on the...

evidence and witnesses,

de la Rosa
shouldn't be dead.

Yeah. But he is.

Well, we've got bigger problems.

The divers want
to move the body.

How is Ducky gonna perform
the autopsy?

Where is Ducky, anyway?

Performing the autopsy.

Oh, hell no.
You want us to do what, now?

As a child, I used to visit
an arcade with my mother.

Yes, I remember
a fabulous game of chance

where I had to pick up
a stuffed toy behind the glass

with a mechanical arm.

I have a feeling
that what we're about to do

is going to be
equally frustrating.

(scoffs)

Oh, give it to me. Just tell
me where I need to poke.

Go down.
The femoral artery

runs down
the inside of his leg,

from the kneecap
to the groin.

Time out. We can't do this.

You most certainly can.

We're divers, not doctors.

We don't even know
what we're doing.

But I do.

And I can walk you through it,

step by step.

What you're gonna do
is perfectly simple.

Scraping and cutting
his fingernails,

collecting
samples of hair.

Everything you need
is in that bag.

It's a veritable
do-it-yourself kit.

Mr. Washington,

would you take
the other syringe?

You are about to take a sample
of the chief's urine.

Boss, this can't possibly be legal.
I don't know.

Not sure it's ever
been done before.

Ever done this before?
All the time.

It's called a remote autopsy.

So you ask total novices

to just chop up dead people
all the time, huh?

You're not going
to be chopping up anything.

You're going
to be collecting

trace evidence
and extracting bodily fluids

under my supervision.

(clears throat)
DUCKY: All right, then.

Put a mark midway.

I'm ready.

Boss, what if one of them
is the murderer?

I mean, you've got the killer
collecting evidence on himself.

Or herself.
MEREDITH: Okay, let's do this. One,

two...

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.

Don't plunge it in

all the way up to the hilt.

Put it in gently,
about two inches.

...three.
Oh, man...

DUCKY: Good. Now,

pull back the plunger.

What happened?

You missed.

I put the “X”
exactly where he told me.

DUCKY: Human anatomy
is an inexact science.

If you miss again,
don't pull the needle out.

Just poke around, feel around.
You'll find the artery.

Or the artery will find you.

Well, come on.

Get on with it.

SAM: Oh, man... okay...

It's working.

DUCKY: Good.

Squirt the blood into the vial

and then discard the needle.
You can send the sample to me

through the airlock.

Congratulations.

Is it over?

Not by a long shot.

(suppressed retching)

(computer blips, trills)

Talk to me.

Gibbs, I don't think
Abby's heart cakes are edible.

They're tofu, DiNozzo.

You keep chewing.
Mm.

I don't wanna.

So...

our friends
in the decompression chamber

each have a secret.

Like what?

Let me show you.

Now, I'm gonna manhandle you

a little bit here.

Oop, I lost you, boss.

Head slap. There you are.

Can you see the screen okay?

Talk.
Copy that.

Sam Harper, 27.

Really bad credit history.

Already lost his house.
Car was repo'd.

Late on alimony. Now, listen,

saturation divers get paid well,

but I don't know
where all this guy's money goes.

McGee's on his way back.
Put him on it.

Will do.

Next up... Meredith Ragan.

Former Army parachutist.
Tough as nails.

Dishonorably discharged.
Army file is sealed.

So-So unseal it.

(chuckles)
“Uh...”

Remember Max Headroom, Gibbs?

Who-Who?

From the '80s. You know...

“Uh-uh-uh...

I, uh... robot head.”

Anyway, here is
Jalen Washington, 37.

His cell records show
over 20 calls to

or from a single phone number

during the week leading up
to the Brandywine job.

Who owns the phone?

Prepaid burner.
Someone didn't want to be found.

But you're gonna find 'em,
right?

That is my lot in life. Now,

this is the special part
of the show where, uh...

let's call it the pièce
de résistance, shall we?

Okay. So, here's where you are.

You're on a boat.
You're out in the sea.

You're 17 miles
off the coast of Virginia.

The Brandywine has not moved
since you boarded.

Now, right here,

this is where
the oil pipeline is,

six miles west
of your vessel.

Those divers
aren't welding pipeline.

So what are they really doing
down there?

You lied to federal agents.

First person who tells me
the truth won't do time.

(speaking indistinctly)
I didn't sign up for this.

What'd you sign up for?
MAN: Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Your reputation precedes you.

Flattery?
Not really.

All the better.

Jerry Grossman,

attorney
for Olympus Underwater Research.

Olympus contracted
the Brandywine

for this dive mission
and, as such,

is the employer of record
for everyone on board.

This...

is a nondisclosure agreement.

I know it's airtight
because I wrote it.

Everybody on this ship

signed one.

We intend to uphold said
agreement vigorously.

Talk and we'll sue you
for every penny you have.

You see that body in there?

That's a dead Navy diver.

I don't need a contract.

Well, conveniently,
I was born without empathy.

With regard
to Senior Chief de la Rosa's

unfortunate passing,

I reviewed the video, and there
is no proof he died of anything

other than complications
due to his own line of work.

Secondly, even
if there were foul play,

there is no link between
his death and our mission.

What's your mission?
Our mission

is classified.

MAN: I want to reconfirm
the gaseous impurity ratio.

Replace that with a JB-MK
and run it again.

WOMAN: Yes, sir.

Change the intensity.
Mm-hmm.

NCIS. Special Agents
Bishop and DiNozzo.

Mattias Groller,
Olympus Underwater Research.

I don't usually have
problems with the Navy.

I solve their problems.
What's going on?

TONY: Well, solve this one for us--
we know your company

contracted the Brandywine
for a secret project.

What are the chances
you're beta-testing your latest design?

The oil pipeline nonsense
was necessary subterfuge.

We're the kind of people
you can trust.

Not without being formally
read in, you can't.

Mr. Groller,

whatever it is you're doing,
we need you to stop

until we complete
our investigation.

You're talking
about that Navy diver?

Senior Chief de la Rosa.
Mm.

It's unfortunate.

But I'm not
stopping anything.

We're days away from presenting this to
the Secretary of the Navy.

We're not shutting down
a $700 million operation

because of one casualty.

You might not
have a choice.

Oh, there's always
a choice.

U.S. Navy won't be interested
in a project

that killed one of its own.
Now, you see that?

It can locate two lobsters
mating from 65 miles away.

42 countries bought it,

and nobody asked
if there were casualties

when it was being manufactured.

Senior Chief de la Rosa
will have died

in the name
of a greater good.

That'll be a great comfort

to his family at his funeral.

(indistinct radio
communication)

(tapping computer keys)

Thank you.
You're welcome.

(sniffles, clears his throat)

(inhales)

(knocking on glass)

Yeah?

Nutter Butters?

What?
Look, I know what you're thinking.

Someone poisoned de la Rosa.

That's why you're not eating.

So I thought maybe you want
something prepackaged.

Thank you,
but I'll take a rain check.

Uh, Agent McGee,

are we witnesses here,
or are we suspects?

Well, that depends.
Did you kill de la Rosa?

No way.
Then I guess you're a witness.

But I think I know who did.

It's Jalen.
Well, what makes you think it's Jalen?

He's getting rid
of the competition.

Did you know that
he's been night diving

into Mrs. de la Rosa?

(phone ringing)

Very Special Agent
Anthony DiNozzo.

How may I help you?

Tony, hey, it's me.
TONY: Good morning.

I slept like a baby last night.

How was your chair?

Well, Bishop's on her way to
relieve me, and I'm headed back.

Listen, the divers are turning
on each other.

Only a matter of time, right?

Yeah, well,

Sam Harper told me
that Jalen Washington

was having an affair
with de la Rosa's wife.

20,000 leagues
under the sheets, huh?

Hey, you know you said
that Jalen had made, uh,

something like 20 calls
to a burn phone?

Already ahead of you, McNemo.

I'll have a warrant
by the time you helo back.

Great, and, uh, if you could vet
the Brandywine kitchen staff,

that'd be great, too.

You thinking poison,

or did little Timmy not like
his waffles this morning?

You know, I never thought that
I would be happy to see you,

but I can't wait
to get back to the office.

Do me a favor.

Shower first. Thank you.

(knocking on door)

NCIS?

Special Agent Gibbs.

There's something
you forgot to mention

to Special Agent
Bishop yesterday?

Come in. We can talk inside.

Found that
in your garbage.

I, uh... thought
it was untraceable.

As long as the person
you're calling

is using a burn phone, too.

Jalen Washington
didn't have one.

(sighs)

It was just a fling.

That many calls, people are
usually planning something.

What do you want me...
what do you want me to say?

Anything that isn't a lie.

We had an affair.

I was unhappy.

Your husband know?

He would've killed me.

I would never leave my husband.

I... I was raised Catholic,
Agent Gibbs.

My marriage was sacred.

You got a funny way
of showing it.

Jalen feel the same way?

You think Jalen killed him?

You ask him to?
No.

Of course not.

But Jalen-- he can be strong.

He was dangerous.

Do you think he could
do something like this?

Love can make people
do crazy things.

Aw... Gibbs.

You got me a card.

Yes, I did.
What do you got, Abbs?

Something weird and totally
not Valentine's related.

Based on the toxicology report,
Senior Chief de la Rosa

was high on pharmaceutical-grade
cocaine when he died.

That's why he was so amped.

But the coke was
also mixed with

significant levels
of hydrochloride.

You know what that does.

Sure. Turns powder into liquid.
Exactly.

But here's the, like,
super-deluxe weird part.

Okay. Super-deluxe
weird me.

Another ingredient
that was in the drug is

organic red dye.

Food coloring?
Yeah.

Who would make red,
liquid cocaine?

Unless, it was
Valentine's related.

(chuckling):
I doubt that.

Gibbs?

Don't you want to know
how de la Rosa died?

Overdose.

No. Asphyxiation.

But he didn't choke.

He was breathing inert gas.

Watch this.

(high-pitched): Okay, Gibbs,
why is my voice is so high?

Helium.
Yes.

If I were to inhale
all the helium

out of that balloon, then,

I would be deprived
of all my oxygen.

(balloon spluttering)

Which brings us to...
de la Rosa's rebreather.

In order for this to work,

then this hose has to be
plugged into this port.

Even if it's pulled out,
like half an inch,

then his percentage
of oxygen is gonna drop

with every breath he takes,
but because

this white hose is expelling
the carbon dioxide,

he doesn't even know
he's dying, Gibbs.

And in four
to six minutes, he's dead.

Someone inside the chamber
tampered with his air hose.

One of those three divers
definitely killed him.

MARK:
Divers! Alternate air source!

Go to the BIBS!

Flushing the chamber
in ten...

nine, eight, seven, six...

(computer blips,
video stops)

That smells good.

Is that a Bishop?

No.

It is a McGee,
and it is very good.

Ah. And you didn't think
to get me one?

Well, no, because
I was the one

starving on the
dive boat all night.

Okay. Easy, McSensitive.

Put away the “hangry.”

Abby thinks she narrowed it down
to someone in the chamber.

Bishop mentioned that

as I was clocking out.

Who's it looking like?

Well, I've Zaprudered
this surveillance video

over and over,
and I just can't figure it out.

De la Rosa's air hose
port is on the wall.

Any of the divers could
have unplugged it.

Truth isn't always easy
to see, DiNozzo.

Copy that, boss.

Chamber secure.

The O2 level's in bounds.

Disengage BIBS.

How did de la Rosa get
liquid cocaine in his system?

Who unplugged
his breathing unit?

We're working on that.
We're working on that, boss.

There's only
three suspects,

and they're locked
into a little metal tube.

How hard can this be?

Somebody's hangry.

Huh.

MAN (over P.A.): All hands, work
ongoing on the fo'c'sle deck,

forward of bosun's locker.

All hands stay clear.

I know who did it.
BISHOP: Who?

It was Meredith. She's
a psycho lunatic bitch.

Hey, what the hell
are you doing, Jalen?

She and de la Rosa came
back from their last dive.

She was acting real strange.

Half hour later, he's dead.
Strange how?

Jalen, man, shut up.
Just strange, okay?

You know she killed a guy
once with her bare hands?

Jalen's throwing you
under the bus.

What the hell?
Shut up, Washington!

What happened
on that last dive, huh?!

What did you do?
You son of a bitch. Are you accusing me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, guys, guys, guys.

All right, guys, really?
Guys, guys, guys, guys...

Psycho nut-job!
All right, guys, stop!

Oh, Special Agent Gibbs,
welcome back. Hope you got

some sleep
on the mainland.

Cap'n, this is
your ship, right?

Yes, sir.
One of your crew is dead.

Yet, you do nothing about it?

GROSSMAN: Senior Chief de la Rosa
was not part of his crew.

He worked for us.

And he knew better
than anyone

the inherent risks
of saturation diving.

But he didn't die underwater.

Accidents happen.

This was no accident.
Prove it!

GROSSMAN: You know,

I heard about that little stunt
your medical examiner pulled.

What did he call it?
Remote autopsy?

Unprecedented, irresponsible
and inadmissible.

17 miles away from land, I still
can't get away from lawyers.

HAMMOND:
Wait.

Agent Gibbs, you're certain
de la Rosa was murdered?

I watched the video.

Looked like the guys
were trying to help him.

Even hooked him
up to the BIBS.

One of them uncoupled
his air hose.

Careful, Hammond.

It was Sam.

Captain, you are
officially in breach.

My contract says

that I can't reveal our mission,
and I haven't.

It doesn't say that I can't help
solve the murder of a friend.

How do you know?

About two years back...

a diver on a ship in the
North Sea nearly died

because of a
misconnected hose.

His partner on
that mission...

was Sam Harper.

Captain was right, boss.

On a dive boat
in the North Sea,

a saturation diver
lost consciousness

after using
his rebreathing mask.

It was ruled an accident at the
time, but Sam was his partner.

That still doesn't make him
a killer.

Okay, you want a killer?
There's Meredith Ragan.

I got her Army transcript
unsealed.

Spoke with her C.O. in Kabul.

Like Jalen said,
she actually killed someone

with her bare hands.

Who?

She thought it was
an insurgent.

Turned out to be a translator.

She agreed to leave the Army;

the Army agreed
not to press charges.

So... what is her motive
for killing de la Rosa?

Mentor, team leader,

unrequited love?

It's a Valentine's Day Massacre.

Come on.

We're missing something.

(door closes)
McGEE: Boss, I'm in.

Got through
Olympus's firewall.

I know what
the divers are doing--

beta-testing a secret
project code-named

PPA-- it stands
for Pre-Positioned Assets.

Keep talking.

Syncing a graphic

on your laptop.

Now, basically,
PPA's are watertight closets

that can be filled with weapons,
supplies, then buried

at the bottom of the ocean
anywhere in the world.

You just press a button and it
pops right up to the surface.

Pretty cool, actually.

The Navy hasn't
bought this yet?

Well, Olympus is supposed
to deliver the results

of their final beta test
next week,

and this murder could scuttle
the whole deal.

Gibbs, are the sailors
getting younger,

or are we getting older?

How is Allison, Admiral?

She still loves me,

so I must be doing
something right.

How's the knee?

Oh, it's mostly good.

I know when it's gonna rain.

So, PPA's.

Revolutionary idea.

It would eliminate tens of
millions in transport costs

and change the way
we fight wars.

Like having an
arsenal standing by.

The Navy would have been very interested
in Olympus's technology.

What happened?

The containers don't work.
They leak.

They can't withstand the immense
pressures at the bottom of the ocean.

Weapons and seawater don't mix.

(phone keypad beeping)

ABBY: Gibbs.

Hey, Abbs.

I need you and McGee
to look into something for me.

ABBY:
McGee.

That's sweet.

Burt and I donated
to each other's

favorite animal charity
for Valentine's.

What'd you get Delilah?

Uh, I'm actually
writing her a poem.

Oh. That's so romantic!

What rhymes with Delilah?

It's free verse.

So, you ready?

GIBBS:
Yep. Ready.

All right, show me.

Boss, I present to you

the Pre-Positioned Asset.

Revolutionary technology,
but it leaks like a sieve,

and the Navy passed on it.

But it's not
totally useless.

I mean, it's still a secret
underground closet.

So what could you put inside
that wouldn't be affected

by ocean water?

Sealed vial of liquid cocaine.

Okay, you're really
good at this game.

Now for the beta test.

Normally, liquid cocaine
is clear and water is clear.

So to prove
that the vial

is still sealed,
you would need...?

Red food coloring.
Exactly.

Now, if the red doesn't leak,

you've got
the perfect hiding spot

for drug cartels up and down
the Eastern Seaboard.

So the divers' mission
was to position the PPA.

But what if one of the divers
knew there were drugs inside?

He would have to check the vial
to ensure that it didn't leak.

GIBBS: De la Rosa saw that

and became a witness.

They slipped him some coke,

hoping he would have a stroke
or heart attack,

but it wasn't enough.

So they cut off his airflow.

ABBY: We just don't know
which diver did it.

JALEN: Look, you're both talking
way too much.

We've got
three more days in here,

so you both need to chill.

Something I want
to ask you about...

Divers, we're moving to 8 A-T-M.

You got it, Mark--
8 A-T-M.

MEREDITH: You don't get
to ask me anything.

I can't talk
to you, ma'am.

I'll talk; you listen.

We know about
the Pre-Positioned Assets.

We know they're not watertight.

Mission failed.

I looked you up, Bob.

You were in the Navy
like de la Rosa.

You called because you wanted
justice for your friend.

Help us find his killer.

On the morning
de la Rosa died...

we got a breach alert
on the PPA.

Breach alert?

One of the divers
opened it up underwater

and took something out.

MEREDITH:
You've got to calm down!

Mind your own business, okay?
No, you mind your own business

You're gonna be accusing me?

Washington, what's your problem?

Hey, there's no problem, boss.

Just a misunderstanding.

(Jalen grunting)
SAM: You did it...!

One bullet
through this window,

the room equalizes,
and you all die.

(raspy gasping)

That's bulletproof glass.

You want to test it?

(Jalen coughing)

Agent Bishop,
we just solved your murder.

Jalen did it.

JALEN (raspy):
No, no...

What happened?

I will duct tape
your mouth closed...

(all yelling at once)

What happened!

They're crazy!
This jerk right here...

(Meredith shouting)

One at a time!

Make them un-tape me!

Not gonna happen.
Agent Gibbs,

please pass your handcuffs
through the airlock.

Stop!

You don't...
Stop talking!

You. You. Talk.

I'm just standing there
and they start

beating the crap out of me!

Why?

Look, we found this

under his pillow.

Yeah, for my protection!

We need protection
from him!

What else is he hiding?
Come on! No way!

What are you afraid of?
What are we gonna find, huh?

A gun?

JALEN: Whatever's
in there, they planted,

you got to believe that.
Another knife?

It's for work!
So is it yours, or was it “planted”?

MEREDITH:
It doesn't matter,

it's mine now.
Hey, uh, Agent Gibbs,

what should we do
with him, huh?

I'll see you
when the hatch opens.

JALEN:
What?

(voices muted)

(indistinct radio
communication)

GROSSMAN: Where's your boss?
TONY: He couldn't make it.

GROSSMAN: Tell him I said hi.
BISHOP: You can tell him yourself.

No, please, I didn't do it.

We know.
Meredith Ragan.

What?

Oh, come on.

You're under arrest
for the murder

of Diego de la Rosa.

You've got
to be kidding me!

Grossman...
I'll take care of this.

You're making
a huge mistake.

MEREDITH: You really think
I would do something like this?

GROSSMAN:
Meredith, don't say a word.

Agent Gibbs, whatever
you think you have

is circumstantial nonsense.

I've already filed a grievance to have
the entire case thrown out.

Mmm-mm!

My mom used to make this
for dessert.

What the hell are you doing?

It's cherry.

You want to try some, Meredith?

You know... there's
a small percentage of people

who can't eat
anything processed red.

Mm,

allergies and...

even rashes,

Meredith.

Like... like that rash
you have right there, Meredith.

You must have touched
something red recently, huh?

Like, uh...

...like a vial
of red liquid cocaine.

Found them inside the PPA

your divers positioned
on the ocean floor.

There's, uh,
200 of them.

That's a whole lot
of drug money.

It's inadmissible garbage.

Doesn't make any sense.
Where would Meredith

get narcotics
like that?

Oh, she didn't--
she had a partner...

who is, uh, being arrested
as we speak.

In 2010,

you represented
the Suarez Cartel.

Their signature
product was...

liquid cocaine.

Last month, you had
a meeting in Cartagena.

We've been tracking
your Pre-Positioned Asset.

Last night it was
called to the surface

and loaded onto a
Colombian freighter

DEA raided the vessel.

You dumb-ass!

Shut up, Meredith.

No, Jerry... you shut up.

Huh.

Hey.

Look what I found
on the copier.

Edgar Allan McGee's
love poem to Delilah.

Don't read that, Tony.

Well, how else
can I make fun of my coworker?

“My darling Delilah,
you've ignited my soul...”

What?

That's actually very romantic.

Where'd your roses go?

I gave them to McGee.
He needed them more than me.

Hey, before you go...

I got you something.

Really?

You said you wanted
to watch a movie.

Aliens.

I was gonna go with
The Abyss, but...

that James Cameron knows
how to make a movie.

Anyway, you should
head home, Missy.

In half an hour,
Gennari's is gonna be delivering

an Italian specialty
to your door.

Salmon piccata
and Sigourney Weaver?

Mm-hmm.

That is the best
Valentine's Day ever.

I actually got you
something, too.

Oh. That's nice.

What is this?

Look at that--
a Wizards ticket.

Best Valentine's Day ever.