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Morning, Mr. Jintao.

We're prepped and
ready for departure.

Careful, Paul.

You get ahead of yourself.

Of course, standing by for
your final approval, as always.

I think you'll find everything
up to Mr. Chen's standards.

I hope so.

Mr. Chen's en route.

We can't afford a delay.

There is one issue
I should mention.

A revision to the crew list.

Uh, my copilot is out

with a case of food poisoning.

Bad salmon.

So you know.

I vetted the substitute myself.

Jenkins, yes.
Then he's already cleared?

Mr. Chen signed off
on him last night.

Wonderful.

Jenkins.

Looking forward to flying
with you, Mr. Jintao.

(phone ringing)

Yeah, Leon.

Gibbs,
Operation Willoughby is a go.

(phone snaps shut)

*

BISHOP: You didn't tell me
you were working with NSA.

QASIM: It's a joint
surveillance with NCIS.

They call it
"suspicious chatter."

Ah, you like that, huh?
(laughs)

Yes, because when
I say that, you see me

like a sexy spy.
(both laugh)

You're right.

I'm translating
boring conversations.

My supervisor asked if there
could be a double meaning

from an Afghan point of view.

But I can't think of any.

Actually, I can't think at all.

Is this about your office again?

It doesn't promote
quality thought.

A good thinking spot is key.

I like the library.

How can your mind breathe
with all those musty books

suffocating you?
Ah.

(chuckles)
Well, what would you suggest?

A place with much oxygen.

The forest.
TORRES:
Qasim.

Hey, nice to see you, man.

Oh, they let you out of
the annex building?

I have to get back.

Just wanted to walk Ellie
to her desk.

Okay, well...

I'll pick you up
here for dinner.

Okay. Bye.

Young love. Nothing like it.

Hey, would you guys ever
go to the woods to think?

No, I do my best thinking
when I'm sleeping.

Mine is in the bathroom.

Everything is simple
in the bathroom.

McGee, what about you?

McGee.

Huh?

What are you reading, man?

Uh, nothing.

Not convincing.

Nothing?

McGee. Willoughby.

Read them in.

Thank God.
Interrogation, let's talk.

What's Willoughby?

McGEE: Operation Willoughby
has been prepping for months.

Our target is Kai Chen.

This is the last photo
we have of him,

it was taken
15 years ago.

Wealthy businessman
suspected of

committing acts of terror

to manipulate the stock market.

Rumor was that he sent
a suicide bomber

into a Belgian bank.
Played the dip in the market.

And the attempted attack
on the USS Mulligan?

Chen funded that as well.

He was, uh, hoping to cash in

on the surge in oil prices.

So the task force got together

to take him down.
Slam dunk.

Chen is beyond careful.

We don't have any
concrete evidence

connecting him to any of this.

Okay, Operation Willoughby
is about collecting proof?

Opportunity came last night.

Reeves learned
that Chen was prepping to fly

into the D.C. area.

We helped
the regular copilot

get food poisoning,
and Reeves stepped in.

Officer Moreau, can you hear me?

Yes, I'm here.

Do we have the rest
of the task force?

We have everyone except MI6.

They'll get here when they can.
Sitrep.

Reeves and Jintao
have entered the plane,

along with the pilot.

KRUGER:
Signal is confirming

Reeves has placed
the device in the cockpit.

We're remotely scanning
to ensure

it's prepped for activation.

How far out is Chen?

Ten minutes away, sir.
McGEE:
Once the plane is airborne

and Chen connects his laptop
to the plane's Wi-Fi,

Reeves will activate

an S14 proximity device.

So this device remotely copies
data from Chen's computer

and immediately sends it to us.

We get the proof we need,
and we take him down.

I don't understand,
what's the catch here?

I mean, when NCIS came to FLETC
to get recruits,

they said it was something
like a suicide mission.

Chen's digital security
is-is beyond top-notch.

Once we begin the download,

Chen will be alerted.

Reeves will be stuck
on a plane

with a bunch of guys
who want to kill him.

NCIS TECH:
Chen is four minutes out, Sir.
The device?

Signal is functioning properly.

We're ready for activation.

We got movement.

What is going on?
Is that Jintao?

He's exiting the plane.

I don't like this.

What's the directive?

This could be routine.
Stand by.

NCIS TECH: Jintao's entering
his vehicle, sir.

Chen's car is exiting
the highway.
Damn it, he knows.

Call the tower, tell them to
give Reeves the abort code.
Yes, sir.

Get him out of there.

TECH:
Tower, dispatch code Lima...

Get him out of there now!

McGEE: Look, I will get
the Secretary of the Navy

on the phone if I have to.

No, I-I don't care
what your source says,

it's a matter of
national security...

Yes, you do that.

Press?
Yeah.

Got them all confirming
mechanical failure

with no survivors.

Last thing we need is Chen

seeing some report
that Reeves is still alive.

Have you heard from Reeves?
Yeah,

he actually sounded pretty good.

Gibbs is with him
at the hospital.

Pilot's in surgery.
How about the scene?

It was a mess.

Torres and Quinn
are getting the debris

to Abby and the NTSB.

I interviewed every witness
I could find.

Best I could get on Jintao

was that he was last seen
heading south,

away from the airport.

All right, well, I got a BOLO
out on him and his black SUV.

Do we still have eyes on Chen?
No.

He drove underground,
switched cars

and the satellite lost him.

McGee, what was this?

The explosion, I mean.

Was someone trying
to take Chen down,

or was Chen
trying to take us down?

The timing was too perfect.

I mean, somebody had to tip
Chen off about Willoughby.

This was all him.

What?

REPORTER:
Sources are now confirming

that the two men injured

in this morning's
plane explosion,

are, in fact, alive

although one of them
remains in critical condition.

You kidding me?
They ran the story anyway.

GIBBS:
Chen knows that you're alive

and you could be
a target, Reeves.

You need to lay low.

Yeah, I'd rather not.

If you've got a shirt
I could borrow,

that'd be lovely.

The doc released you?

I released me.

Just a few bumps.

I've been hurt worse
falling out of bed.

What happened out there?

I'm telling you,

all the important bits
are in working order.

I'm completely fine.

What happened?

I saw Jintao leaving.

I knew something was wrong.

I didn't know
what I'd be walking into,

going down the stairs after him.

So I jumped out the exit window

on the other side of the plane.

The pilot, Miller--
he followed me.

You need to lay low.

Gibbs.

Before he left,
I heard Jintao on the phone.

He was speaking Chinese.

He said Chen's planning
another attack.

We need to get this guy
before he does more damage.

Put me back in. Come on,
all I need is a shirt.

You're here
until the doctor releases you.

And then what?

Headquarters.

Hiding. That's a joke.

It's an order.

Look, I volunteered
for Willoughby.

I know what I signed up for.

Let me see this
through to the end.

We'll see this
through together, Reeves.

(phone ringing)
All right?

Yeah, Leon. I'm on the way.

VANCE: Does Reeves
have anything specific?

Chen has a new project.
That's all we know.

All right. So, we start
with Willoughby.

As far as we were concerned,
that op was as close

to foolproof as it gets.

Yeah. But it wasn't, was it?

Who tipped off Chen?

Task force is investigating.

All participating agencies
have been dispatched.

MI6 rep is already in
deep with several leads.

He won't be able
to join us until Monday.

You're calling a meeting?

Circumstances haven't changed,
Gibbs.

Our only play is to get
the proof we need

so we can arrest Chen.

Task force is on its way here
to design a new op.

So you're calling a meeting.

Is there a problem?

With all due respect, Director,

our last meeting
went on for months

and ended up with us
almost losing Reeves.

All right. Say it.

We have leads to follow here,

now, on the ground.

Then do it.

But remember, Chen's
an international threat.

He's a ghost.

We need the task force
with us, Gibbs.

We can't do this alone.

(knocking on door)

Qasim.

Hi.
Hey.

You're in my office.

(chuckles)
Yeah. Uh, the mail guy

saw the "NSA" return address
and assumed it was for me.

More calls to translate.

(sighs)
Hey. I was gonna ask you...

If I figured out

any double meanings?

Not even close.

Uh...
In this one...

Mm! They're telling stories

about the trips
they've taken.

Paris, Amsterdam, Cairo.

Qasim.
I know. I need to get
out of this office.

(chuckles)
Maybe my own trip to the forest

would help me think.
We could go after dinner

if you don't mind the cold.

Actually, I was gonna ask you

if we could reschedule.

Oh.

Uh, of course.

Um, okay. Thanks.

I just... I have
to work late, so,

I... I should get back.
(chuckles)

Ellie.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah. It's nothing,
I just...

(sighs)

I happened to see Reeves'
personal info sheet.

The agent from England? The one
that looks like a sculpture?

(both chuckle)

Yeah. Under "Emergency Contact,"

he listed himself.

Who does that?

I wrote you.

What?

Under "Emergency Contact,"

I wrote your name.

You did?

Maybe Reeves only wrote himself

because he doesn't
have anyone else to write.

I could... write
myself if you would...

rather.
(chuckles)

No. (laughs)
No, I...

Don't... Don't change it.

I... I like it.

Okay. Give me an update.

Pilot Paul Miller
is out of surgery,

and McGee's on the way
to the hospital to question him.

Mm. What else?
Let's talk bad guys.

Chen went back in hiding.

There's no recent picture of the
guy, so good luck finding him.

Yeah. And as you know, Chen's
second-in-command is this guy,

Edward Jintao.

TORRES: Jintao drove away
from the airport

and went off the grid.

But even if we did know where
he was, we don't have enough

to arrest him or Chen.

I got something.

Hey, you brought your own update

to, uh, update time?
(chuckles)

Well, that's refreshing.

Jintao vetted Reeves.

Afterwards, Reeves followed him.

To where?

Auto parts company in D.C.

It could be Chen's local hub.

You think Jintao
will go back there?

I think the two of you
should find out.

Copy that.

I'll get my stakeout gear, baby.

Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs.
What do you got, Abbs?

Um, nothing on the plane debris.
I haven't been able

to find anything
to confirm who set the bomb.

I wouldn't put it past Chen
to rig the plane.

Yeah. Self-destruct
in case of emergency,

but like I said, no proof.

So why'd you get
on the elevator?

Because, the Belgian VSSE
intercepted a transmission.

It was coded,
but they sent it to me, and...
And you decoded it.

Yes.
What was it?

It was a communication to Chen

from the pilot, Paul Miller.

It was at 8:12 a.m.,

right before Chen turned his car
away from the airport.

Pilot tipped him off.

Yeah.

But how did the pilot know

that Willoughby was a setup?

Yeah. Yeah, you got it, boss.

I've officially been
released, all right?

Go ahead, call him
back and tell him.

What?

Gibbs.

He sent you here
to check on me, yeah?

No. No, Reeves, listen.

The pilot is the one
that tipped Chen off.

Come on.

(plastic bag crinkles)

(door opens)

McGEE:
Paul Miller?

NCIS. We need to ask you

a few questions about Kai Chen.

(exhales)
NCIS?

Listen, Paul, apologies
for the alter ego,

but... I wasn't the only one

keeping secrets, was I?

A-Are you...

Are you gonna talk to my girls?

Mr. Miller, you told Chen
not to come to the airport.

How did you know to warn him?

My girls don't know anything.

Come on, mate, we need you
to listen to what we're asking.

McGEE:
He's flatlining.

Paul.
Nurse!

Paul!

Nurse!
Paul!

The Great Roxbury Fire

occurred in May, 1894.

The Boston Beaneaters

were playing
the Baltimore Orioles

in the South End Grounds
when a fan in the bleachers

lit a cigar
and dropped the match.

The wooden grandstand

went up in flames and spread

to 117 houses.

But much like this
morning's catastrophe,

the incredible count
of fatalities

when all was said and done

was zero.

What about this guy?

Well, our pilot
was severely injured

while jumping from
the plane and dodging

the debris from the explosion,

but these wounds
did not kill him.

Surgery complications?

Good guess, but, uh, wrong,
nonetheless.

I feel like
I'm on a game show here.

(chuckles)
I'm sorry, Jethro.

Even after all these years,
I get a kick

out of hearing your conjectures.

Yeah, well. Miller here, um,

had every chance
of making a full recovery,

but for the morphine.

He was drugged?

Yes. Abby's tox screen

shows that he died
of an overdose.

Had agents outside his room

the whole time, Duck.
Nobody got in.

I don't doubt it.
But my suspicions

were confirmed when McGee

pulled a set of fingerprints

from the keypad lock
on the morphine drip.

The prints were Miller's?

Yes. He must've watched
an unsuspecting nurse

enter the code.
And after she left the room,

well, he increased his own
morphine to commit suicide.

BISHOP:
People in Chen's organization

are bound to loyalty.

He has a history of hurting the
families of anyone who talks.

More than hurting.

Exactly.

Which is why Paul Miller
was terrified

to talk to us.

He had a family?

Mm-hmm.

A wife

and a nine-year-old daughter.

He talked about them
before he died.

Took his own life
to protect them.

McGee, if Chen was able
to scare Miller that much,

what did he know?

Well, he's been with the
organization for five years,

traveling with Chen.

Got paid a ton of
money to be on call,

like all of Chen's pilots.

What about Reeves?

Well, I still have
more on Miller...

No, but did you know

that Reeves spent months
getting his pilot license,

and then gaining Miller's trust
to become his go-to backup?

I mean, that's like,
a huge commitment for him.

Yeah. Bishop, I read you in
on this, remember?

Yeah. I'm just saying,

I don't think Reeves
has many friends.

McGEE:
What?

REEVES:
Hey.

Hey. You're back.

Listen, I know
what the two of you

were probably
discussing just now.

Actually, I can't
even begin to tell you

what we were discussing.

Bishop was being
very confusing.

I was?

Sometimes,
when you overthink things,

you get confusing.

I do?
Mm-hmm.

All right, then I'll be clear.

I'm fine, I'm
on desk duty.

And I'm ready to
move on and get Chen.

Somebody checking out the place
Jintao went after he vetted me?

The auto parts place?
Yeah. Quinn and Torres

have been staking it
out since last night.

Good.

This isn't good.

You're gonna have to be

a little more specific.

This isn't good.
We're too conspicuous.

We're fine.
(sighs)

We're not fine.
Yesterday, we were fine.

There were other cars here.
Now we're the only
car on the block.

We might as well
have our lights flashing.

Calm down.

Look, if anyone sees us,

we start making out.

That's a great idea.

Really?
No.

Oh.
There's a window,

up there, and I think
that's a better place.

It's a good lookout.

Let's park the car,
let's get up there.

Um. That's a cute plan,
except I don't take any orders.

Would you rather
that I tell everyone

about your hour-long
beauty regimen?

I don't feel good about it.
Okay.

Well, then, why don't
you hide the car?

Yeah.

(engine starts)

LARRY:
So, these are our specialty.

Six mini donuts to a pack.

Hey. I can take you out
on the floor

if you want to see how we
apply the powdered sugar.

Oh. Appreciate the offer, but we
really need to find that window.

Oh, sure, yeah. I-It's this way.

You know, I can tell,
the two of you

are living the dream,
being cops.

Federal agents.

Me, I'm looking to leave
desserts and move into entrees.

I'm talking chicken pot pies.

I've been working
on a recipe for years.

I mean, a guy can dream, right?

Sky's the limit, apparently.
(chuckles)

And...

here we go.

That's the window?

Nice.

You can't be serious.

Well, you know, everything's
a lot more simple

in the bathroom.
Am I right?

Larry, you mind putting an
Out of Order sign on the door?

No. Not a problem.

You kids have fun.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, yeah.

There must have been a
window that we didn't see.

I mean, it's either this or, um,

making out in the car.

VANCE: I want to thank each
of you for making the trip.

It wasn't a choice.

Stopping Chen is an imperative.

Then we'll skip
the pleasantries.

G.I.D. has intercepted chatter
that supports your theory

that Chen is planning
a new attack.

Do you have a target?

The financial district
in New York

was hypothesized
but not confirmed.

Well, until we have
something certain, then,

it's all just smoke.

What about our MI6 operative?

Clayton Reeves.

Director Vance.

Is it possible Reeves
told the pilot about Willoughby?

No. Reeves is clean.

Perhaps he was worried
for Miller's safety.

They became close
over those months, did they not?

KRUGER:
Reeves was sent in

to befriend Miller because
of their similar upbringing,

the parallel challenges
they both faced.

This is the very reason
they bonded so quickly.

We must consider
the possibility...

Officers, I debriefed
Reeves myself.

I assure you,
he wasn't compromised.

Then we must assume he somehow
tipped off Miller by accident.

Agreed, but are we here
to pinpoint

our failings
or to take down Chen?

BISHOP:
Gibbs, listen.

Bishop, I have been listening

for the last ten minutes.
(sighs)

I still don't know
what you're saying.

I'm saying that
when I met up with Reeves

in Scotland last summer,

we had some really
great talks.

I mean, I think I'm one
of his only friends,

and he never even told me
that he was gonna risk his life,

and I just...
You're worried about him.

Yes.

Why didn't you just say that

ten minutes ago?

I thought I did.

BISHOP: Alice, what can you
tell us about Paul's job?

He didn't talk about it much...

or maybe I didn't ask.

I think part of me
knew the money

was too good to be true.

What about the man
he worked for?

I don't even know his name.

Agent Gibbs...

...Paul didn't have it
easy growing up.

All he wanted was to give
Lexie something better.

This has been
so hard on her.

She's refused to leave
my side since it happened.

Whatever he was involved in...

he was a good man.

I don't want her to know
anything else.

I like your bracelet.

ALICE: Whenever Paul
flew somewhere,

he'd bring a charm back for her.

Right, baby?

Mm.

This is so cool.

Eiffel Tower...
oh, a little shoe.

It's a clog from Amsterdam.

This is a pyramid.

Where's it from again, Mom?

Cairo.

Ellie.

The cities you were telling
me about this morning.

What were they?
What?

BISHOP:
From your translations,

what were the cities
they were talking about?

Oh, yes, I remember.

Here it is.

Paris, Amsterdam, Cairo.

Same cities Chen went to.

What's going on?

We need copies

of everything you got.

BISHOP:
Qasim, these conversations

you've been listening to,

they're about a terrorist

we've been tracking
for months.

Your work could be the key
to stopping him.

Our task force has been briefed
on Qasim's translations.

Where is he?

His office.
He's reviewing his work

to see if anything
else connects

now that he knows about Chen.

NSA and MI6 are
doing the same.

Here are the translations.

I had hard copies made,
just in case anyone hates

scrolling on the computer.

These are all phone calls?

Between the same two callers,
both unidentified.

Do we know why two Afghans
are talking about Chen?

They're not Afghan.

Qasim said the callers
have accents.

Foreigners speaking in Pashto.

BISHOP: And not
just standard Pashto.

It's a rare dialect. I couldn't
even understand it if I tried.

We believe they're using
this language as a cloak.

Like the Navajo Code Talkers
did in World War II.

REEVES: Right, but these
guys are taking security

to a whole nother level.

Mundane topics that have another
meaning related to Chen.

Code within a code.

NSA has a new recording
from last night.

Same two callers.

Get it to Qasim.

Torres.
Hey, you got anything?

Yeah, I know.

You know what?

I'm the only one
who's had contact

with Chen's organization,

so you want me
to spend all night

reading through this stack of
drivel to see if anything flags.

Do you like steak?

Do you marinate?

Purist.
I can respect that.

McGee?

No activity in the auto parts
place, boss, but, uh,

Torres says they're holding up
pretty great, so...

TORRES: You know,
when man invented fire,

it must've been
off the chain.

Like, this guy comes in,

he's rubbing two sticks
and, boom,

changes the course of history
completely.

"We got fire!"

I feel like men and sticks
are meant for so much more,

and we don't even know it.

Man, I just thought of that.

I dig bathrooms.

Is that fan closed?

TORRES:
No, it's broken,

which makes this place

kind of like a...
like a sweat lodge.

It increases brain
activity even more.

All right, great.
I got to get some food.

Mm, could you get me
five more packages?

Oh, that's unbelievable.
It smells like

sweaty sugar in here.
You want more donuts?

If I don't get a burger,

I'm gonna die.

Hey, the moment you leave
this building,

Jintao's gonna show.

Fine. What's this dude's name?
Larry?

I'll get him
to make me one of his

chicken potpies.

TORRES:
Wait.

There's a truck pulling up.

(knock on door)

Hey, guys, it's Larry.

I need to use
the facilities.
Not now.

LARRY: Uh, the other
bathroom's occupied,

and this is an emergency.

No, false alarm.

All right. I'm out.
(grunts)

I'm sorry, guys,
but those experimental potpies

are going right through me.

I'm getting donuts.

Hey, you drop those pants,

I'm gonna shoot you.

(chuckles)
It's okay. I can wait.

(chuckles)

I'm not finding anything.

Then what good are you?

Thanks for
the non-marinated steak.

(chuckles)

So, are we gonna
get this over with?

What's that?

The talk you brought me
here to have.

I don't like talking.

But you like listening.

I don't feel guilty
about tipping off Miller,

if that's what
you're thinking,

because I didn't do it.

I went over every
single word I said.

I didn't screw this up, Gibbs.

Okay.

"Okay"?

That's rich.

What else is there
for you to fix?

My parents died
when I was three.

I got passed around foster care,
drugs...

Yeah, I read all that
in the file, Reeves.

I don't need you
to worry about me.

I don't...

but Bishop does.

Scotland.

I went there alone
to figure some things out...

life things.

She was there the same time,
so we met up.

She spoke about her family.

Three brothers.

Yeah.

She also said you guys
were a family.

Look on her face
when she said it...

I came back...

and I signed up for Willoughby.

Because you guys shouldn't have
to do that type of mission.

The kind of people...

who have people.

You think you're alone
in the dark.

Close your eyes.

Remember everything good.

My mom said that to me
just before she died.

Smart lady.

Listen.
What?

Six, nine, seven, nine, three.

They're talking
about unlucky numbers.

"69793 is not to be trusted."

Gibbs...

that's the end of the number

of my pilot certificate.

They're talking about me.

When was that call made?

Weeks ago.

If they knew they couldn't
trust me back then...

how long has Chen known
about Willoughby?

(techo beat plays)

Geez, what'd that bubble wrap
ever do to you?
ABBY:
Nothing.

Actually, we have
a perfectly fine relationship.

In the past, I've used
it as a warning signal

for when Gibbs is coming,
but now it's helping me

physicalize my aggression
in a nonviolent way.

Why are you so angry?

Because I don't like
being fooled, McGee,

and we all got duped
by a super evil duper.

Okay, Abby, why don't you

come over here with me
and talk about it.

I was looking
at the phone calls

that Qasim translated.

Right,
two unidentified callers,

two untraceable
burn phones.
Yeah.

And I remembered
what Qasim said

about the callers having
accents, and then it hit me.

I noticed a pattern
in the timing of the calls.

Each one of these calls
was made less than an hour

after a Willoughby
task force meeting.

Wait, are you talking
about our task force?

The one that's supposed
to bring down Chen?
Yeah.

You saying we have a mole?

That's exactly what I'm saying,

and Qasim was right.

The callers were speaking Pashto

with a foreign accent.

You were able to use
voice recognition.

Yeah, on one of them...

and I caught us

a super evil duper.

(knock on door)

What is so urgent?

Where are the others?

Officer Moreau.

There is no meeting.

I don't understand.

We got a mole.

You mean, someone other than
Reeves tipped off the pilot?

Miller was never tipped off.

And the fake transmission
between Chen and him

came to us from the VSSE.

From you.

Chen knew about Operation
Willoughby months ago.

A-Are you suggesting
that I told him?

Not suggesting. Proving.

MOREAU:
Yes, I'm here.

Do we have the rest
of the task force?

We record everything in MTAC.

We got one hell of
a forensic scientist.

And she compared your voice
to Caller X

in the Pashto conversations.

MOREAU: Yes, I'm here. Do we
have the rest of the task force?

(speaking in Pashto)

I'd like to make a call.

(chuckles softly)
I bet you would.

Qasim?

Ellie.

(chuckles)
What are you doing here?

Well, you weren't
in your office,

and your ringer was off,

so I had Abby ping your phone.

I got pinged?

Mm-hmm.
(laughs)

That is so awesome.

Recordings from last night.

We need to get back
so you can translate them.

Of course.

Hey.

You know
you're doing great, right?

Really?

Yeah. Your tip about the accents

helped us make a lot of headway.

That's good to know.

I've been sitting here
for over an hour,

thinking about codes
within codes, and still,

I have nothing.

But... you tried the library.

I love the library.

Well, I just had
about ten plants

delivered to your office.
(both laugh)

My own little thinking forest.

Yep.

Thank you.

(automatic gunfire)

(tires squeal outside)

Somebody call 911!

(panting):
Qasim.

Hey. I'm here.

Three gunshot wounds to the
chest. B.P. 70/40 and dropping.

DOCTOR:
What's his name?

Uh, Qasim.

Qasim, can you hear me?

Squeeze my hand
if you can hear me, Qasim.

Unresponsive. Prep O.R. Four.

Doctor, I...
You need to wait here.

(exhales)

What? All right. All right.
You keep me posted.

Hey. Qasim's in surgery.

Is someone there with Bishop?
Ducky's on the way.

You find something?

Yeah. A witness at the library
saw a black SUV

parked outside at the time
of the shooting.

Jintao.

It's enough to question him,

but not enough
to arrest him or Chen.

McGee, find us something.

Talk.

I can't.

Well, that about sums up
the last ten minutes

in here, doesn't it?

You don't understand.

Chen has me.

No.

I have you.

(sighs)

I started to feed
him intel years ago.

Before he became
the monster he is now.

What about Willoughby?

I-I needed the money.
My son...

REEVES:
I'm not asking you

why you got
into bed with a terrorist.

I want to know why Chen
let Willoughby play out

to the point
of blowing up his own plane.

Willoughby kept the task force
tied up for months.

And that was a positive
as far as Chen was concerned.

And he knew that his pilot
had come to trust you.

He thought Miller
might've turned.

REEVES:
That explosion

was meant to take us
both out. Is that right?

GIBBS:
Qasim Naasir.

We briefed you
on his translations. You knew...

...that he was helping us.

Chen didn't want last night's
conversation translated.

He needed to buy time.

But Chen did not shoot your man.

No. But he ordered the hit.

Jintao pulled the trigger, yes?

If I say anything more,
my family is dead.

Who were you speaking
to in Pashto?

How much does Chen know?

(sighs)

Did you feed him everything?

I want to speak to my embassy.

What's his next target?

I don't know.

What's his target?

All I know

is from the task force,
same as you.

New York's financial district.

You're gonna call your embassy,
and you're gonna listen

to them...
tell you that you're mine.

And then you're
gonna get a message

to Jintao...

and you're gonna tell him
you need to have a meeting

in that auto parts place.

Agent Gibbs...

(sighs)

(door closes)

I don't think
there was a choice anywhere

in that little speech.

Abbs.

Don't try and stop me, Gibbs.

Qasim is hurt,
and we know that

Jintao shot him,
and we can't prove it,

and I'm really, really angry.

McGee.

Boss, I'd just let
her do her thing.

No. I'm asking
about Quinn and Torres.

Ah. Uh, hang on.

(Abby stomping)
All right, you're
on with Gibbs.

Gibbs, Jintao is here.

TORRES:
Yeah, he's just arrived.
His SUV

is parked right
outside the building.

QUINN: He went inside
waiting on Moreau.

TORRES:
Hell of a trap, Gibbs.

You just give us the go,
and we're in.

You say the word, we'll
haul his ass in here.

We'll get back to you.

Did they get anything
on Jintao or not?
ABBY: Okay, Gibbs,

I've worked off a lot of anger,
and I'm ready to push forward.

Good to have you back, Abbs.
Go.

Okay, so, when Jintao
went in the building,

Torres and Quinn
were able to get

the VIN number
off of his SUV,

and that enabled us
to run a program

that could remotely track
the vehicle's GPS history.

We're waiting for it
to download.

ABBY: McGee, I just...
want to tell you

how much it means to me
how supportive you've been

with my anger, and I feel
like it's made us even closer

and put us on the same
wavelength, and...

(computer dings)

That's us.
That's us.

All right, here we go, Abbs.
You can do it. Go!

So supportive.

Time of the shooting
was 8:34 p.m., and...

And Jintao's car was at
830 Sawyer Avenue Southeast.

That's the library.

We got him.
We got him.

Torres.

TORRES: Yeah?
Bring him in.

TORRES:
Jintao! Freeze!

NCIS!

Drop it.

TORRES:
Come on, Jintao,

talk to us.

What does Chen have planned
for New York?

(grunting weakly)

Again and again...

you underestimate him.

No!

(gunshot)

(elevator dings,
footsteps approaching)

Duck.

(sighs) Are
the others coming?

They're on their way.

I'm afraid the news is not good.

The doctors managed
to stop the bleeding,

but Qasim was...
without oxygen for too long.

What do you mean?

There's no brain function.

The machines are
keeping him alive now.

Oh, Eleanor
was asking for you.

(tapping on door)

The last recording Qasim
was supposed to translate.

Why are you giving this to me?

I don't know your reason...

but I know you're willing
to do anything to get Chen.

So am I.

(sighs)

Ellie...

do you want me
to stay with you?

Uh... no.

I just don't know
how to say good-bye to him.

Maybe you could...

close your eyes...

and remember everything good.

*

(sniffles softly)

(exhales)

(exhales)

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