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Venez.

Venez, Monsieur Lupin.

Marchons, oui?

Shh.

Renard is still in his apartment.

He hasn't left since last night.

Well, tell your men to keep it tight,

no itchy trigger fingers. CIA needs him alive.

You could've knocked first.

Hey.

That was a '98 Lafite Rothschild.

What kind of Frenchman are you?

Well, you look pretty relaxed

for a man looking at two life sentences.

You're gonna die in prison, Renard.

You know that, right?

Is that what you think?

It's what I know.

'Cause what I think

is the CIA is gonna make a deal with me.

I'll be back in my bed by tomorrow night.

And why would we do that?

Because...

I have a secret.

And believe me,

you're gonna want to hear this one.

Okay, you see that castle nut by the suspension?

Yeah. You're gonna want to give that a turn,

counterclockwise. All right.

Aah!

Damn it!

Think I turned the wrong one.

Turned the wrong one. Yeah. Sorry, Dominic.

Don't seem to be getting the hang of this, you know?

Don't sweat it. Thanks.

Servicing these babies isn't easy.

Yeah, I'm just not much of a car guy, you know?

It's like, I know how to put air in tires, but that's about it.

Air is important. You can't go anywhere on flat tires.

Yeah. You think maybe I should give it some...? No, no. No.

Why don't we, uh, give the car a rest?

Find something a little simpler for you to do?

Hey, guys. How's it going?

Really got to ask?

Come on, McGee.

A little elbow grease never hurt anybody.

Shouldn't I be volunteering in a department I'm more suited for?

You know, like, the tech trolls or something?

Sorry, Dominic. That would defeat

the whole purpose of Walk-a-Mile Day.

The idea is for each team member

to help out at a different department.

Get to know the people there, learn more about their jobs.

You know, walk a mile...

In their shoes. Yeah. In their shoes.

Exactly. And by doing so, then hopefully

you guys will gain a better perspective

about what's really going on here at NCIS.

And you came up with this?

Picked it up at a leadership conference.

I'm telling you guys,

this is gonna be a real game changer.

Yeah, well, I'm-I'm still not sure

this is the right fit for me.

Don't you think maybe Torres should be doing this?

He's more of a car guy.

Torres is busy with his new job.

These invoices need to be entered into the computer.

No typos. I will be checking.

And when that's done, I need a detailed spreadsheet

of our quarterly accounts, receivable and payable.

Any questions?

Yeah. Where is the nearest roof so I can jump off?

This is the accounting department, Agent Torres.

We don't kid here.

Everything that happens at NCIS flows through us first.

Whether it's the restocking of paper clips

or the purchase of semiautomatic rifles.

We are the backbone of this agency. What?!

This is Sawyer's paycheck?

No way he gets paid this much.

Get to work.

Knock, knock.

Oh, are you here to rescue me?

Nope, we are here to change the light bulb.

Do you know Louis

from the custodial and maintenance department?

I've been working with him all day.

Oh, cool. Nice to meet you.

Yeah, you're the guy who never sits.

Keeps the chair clean.

I appreciate it.

Hey, Ms. Dunsley.

I will change the light bulb now.

Mm-hmm.

Isn't this Walk-a-Mile thing great? No.

I have been learning so much from these guys.

Oh, wow.

And I have been having a blast hanging out with Louis.

He knows all the gossip.

You learn a lot about people, cleaning their desks every day.

Here's an idea.

Why don't we swap jobs? Wouldn't that be fun?

We got a case? Tell me we have a dead body.

It's just Kasie.

Oh, looks like she's digging her new job, too.

Okay, so, after a call comes in,

I log a full description of the emergency,

and then I send the description

to the appropriate department in the form of a...?

Bandium alert?

See? You're a natural.

This is so cool, Gladys.

Thanks again for letting me hang with you.

Oh, please. I love the company.

You want to give it a shot?

Oh, no, I-I don't think I'm...

Oh, yeah, come on. I'll-I'll talk you through it.

Uh, NCIS. What's your emergency? Please?

I want to file a report.

My car was stolen on base.

Uh...

Transfer to base police.

Are you there? Oh, yeah. Uh...

Uh, I'm going to transfer you

to the base military police because

they'll be better able to help you.

Bye. Also, I hope you find your car.

Congratulations! You're officially a dispatch operator.

Ah! All right!

Whew! That was fun.

Although, to be honest,

sometimes it can get a little boring.

Hmm. Oh, hey, I'm gonna go grab a coffee.

Do you want some? No, I'm good.

Okay.

NCIS. What's your emergency?

Echo Whiskey 2770. Go secure.

I'm sorry? I don't...

Echo Whiskey 2770. Go secure.

Is this line secure?

Uh, I-I-I-I don't know.

I'm not really the dispatch operator. I-I'm just sitting in.

Your name.

Tell me your name. Kasie.

Kasie, listen to me. I don't have much time.

They're looking for me.

I need help.

Who's looking for you? Where are you?

Wait, wait. I, I hear something.

I think they've found me.

Hello?

Are you still there?

Hello?!

So, what'd I miss?

Told you, pretty boring, right?

McGee: Right, so, when you're on the software update screen here,

you press down on that button,

hold that for ten seconds,

release, simply upload the file.

And then the Bandium alerts show up on the car display?

Yes, they do. That easy.

This guy's a freakin' prodigy.

Oh, uh, give me a minute.

I'll be right back.

Wow. Looks like this, uh,

Walk-a-Mile Day is really working for you.

Yeah. Who would have thought working on cars

would be that much fun, huh? I know.

Can we switch jobs?

Ooh. Is Barbara in Accounting putting you through the ringer?

She's relentless.

She's drowning me in paperwork.

Which reminds me, I need Dominic to sign

for these purchase orders, and make sure he dates it,

or it's going to be my ass.

Hey. Is Parker here?

Uh, no, I think he went up to check on Jess.

Why? Everything okay? No, not really.

I think I just overheard a murder.

What? What are you talking about?

I was helping out in dispatch

when this guy called in.

He said there were people after him.

And then there were gunshots,

and we got cut off.

I-I don't know if he's alive or dead, but

we've got to do something.

Were you able to trace the call?

No. He wasn't on long enough.

Did he give you a name that we can run down?

Uh, he just kept saying the same thing over and over.

"Echo Whiskey 2770.

Go secure."

He wanted a secure line.

He was an NCIS agent,

he could've been using those numbers to I.D. himself.

Like his credentials, yeah.

That's what I thought, too.

But we use six digits,

not four with letters.

No, but we used to.

About ten years ago, we changed the I.D. system

to differentiate us from the FBI.

They were using a similar system.

Whoever called you was using an outdated NCIS I.D.

Who the hell is this guy?

His name is Eric Webb.

He used to be an NCIS agent out of the Lejeune office.

He did a lot of undercover work, which is why his...

His file came up classified.

Expert marksman,

skilled in hand-to-hand combat.

He sounds like the real deal.

Why did he leave NCIS?

He got burnt out, retired early about eight years ago.

Which is not uncommon for undercover agents.

Last I heard, he was living the quiet, civilian life.

Apparently not, based on the phone call he made to Kasie.

How is she holding up?

Rattled, but she'll be okay. Good.

'Cause we'll need her if we're ever gonna find Webb.

It's gonna be tough.

No body, no crime scene. Not much to go on.

We're gonna need access to his old case files.

So you think this could have something

to do with his undercover work?

Maybe he put somebody away,

they came looking for payback.

Or maybe Webb's mixed up in something.

Either way, he did call us for help.

As a former agent, we owe it to him to find out what's going on.

Jess, what happened?

I thought we were gonna service the HVACs together?

Louis, I am so sorry.

We just got put onto a case, and I got tied up.

Guess that means that you all go back to your normal jobs.

Yup.

Thank God.

I promise, I'm gonna come and visit

as soon as this case is over because got to get that gossip.

It'll be waiting for you.

Okay. What do we know about Webb?

Eric Webb, 45, lives in D.C., no wife, no kids.

After Webb left NCIS, he went to work

for a small insurance firm called Landia Insurance.

Odd career change, but seems pretty harmless.

Except when I went to check out the firm,

the only thing I could find

on it was a website

with a P.O. box as an address.

Seems sketchy to me.

What about his old job?

Could there be somebody in his past

that's looking for revenge?

I doubt it.

I'm still going through his case files,

but most of the guys he put away are still in prison.

All right, do we know anything

that could help us locate this guy?

I might have something.

I was looking into Webb's credit card statements,

and he recently renewed

a radio subscription to his car.

And that would be helpful because...? It's satellite radio.

The company was able to give me

the GPS location of when the radio was last used.

It's an address in Falls Church from earlier this morning.

Okay, Knight, Torres,

stay here on the apartment in case he returns.

McGee, you're with me.

Is that him?

Your mystery caller Eric Webb.

We got a lead on his, uh, last possible location.

Hopefully he's still alive.

I want to come with you, then.

Kasie, I can't let you do that.

He called me for help.

I know this whole thing is strange

and we only spoke for ten seconds,

but I somehow feel responsible for him.

I get it, but we don't know what we're stepping into.

Besides, you don't normally go out into the field.

Well, hey, it's Walk-a-Mile Day.

We're all doing things we don't normally do.

And this whole thing was your idea anyway.

So... who's driving?

This place is like a ghost town.

Cul-de-sac, plenty of empty houses.

Perfect place for privacy.

Hold up, hold up.

Stay back.

Good? Yeah.

McGee: NCIS!

Parker?

I'll check the back rooms.

Kasie.

You okay?

That door was steel-reinforced.

There was a massacre here.

What is this place?

McGee: Parker? You got to see this.

Found his wallet.

It's Eric Webb.

Oh, God.

You hear that?

NCIS!

Identify yourself.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy. CIA.

Reaching for my credentials.

McGee.

Yeah.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

We got a distress call, traced it to this location.

There's five bodies inside.

You said you got a call?

From whom?

Eric Webb.

Webb called you?

Why? Don't know.

I'd say you could ask him,

but, unfortunately, he's inside with the others.

Now that we're done answering your questions,

maybe you can answer one of mine.

What was Webb doing in a CIA safe house?

This is a safe house, isn't it?

Hello?

Sorry to bother you. Um, your guy called back.

He wants to speak with you.

What?

Webb is on the phone now?

I'll patch him through.

Kasie, is that you?

I just saw your body. You're supposed to be dead.

Yeah, that's what I wanted people to think.

I planted my wallet on one of the bodies.

I-I don't understand.

The safe house was ambushed.

Whoever did it is still trying to kill me,

and I need your help.

Right now you are the only person I can trust.

Me? I-I answered your call on accident.

I wasn't even supposed to be in dispatch.

That's how I know I can trust you.

At this point, I don't know who's been compromised.

But the CIA are here and...

Kasie, listen to me... whatever you do,

do not speak to the CIA.

Why?

Because they're the ones who sold me out.

Webb actually said that?

The CIA was behind the ambush?

Those were his exact words.

Well, did he say what specifically happened

in the safe house or where he is now?

Well, I didn't get a ton more before he hung up.

All he said was, his life was still in danger

and he was hiding out somewhere.

He won't come to NCIS?

No, he doesn't trust anyone.

Except for you, apparently.

Oh, all right, but how do we know we can trust Webb?

We barely know the guy.

I can't explain it, but there was something,

something trustworthy in his voice.

I believe him.

Okay, so how do we get in touch with him?

We don't.

Webb said that he would contact me

when the time is right.

But in the meantime, he wants us to find out

who's trying to kill him.

Well, if it really is someone in the CIA,

it's gonna be awkward.

Why?

Because the CIA are up in Vance's office right now.

I can neither confirm nor deny...

I'm just asking a simple question.

What was a former NCIS agent doing

in one of your safe houses? And I am trying to answer you.

No, you're stonewalling.

As I have already said,

that information is classified.

Look, this is a CIA matter.

It is none of your concern.

It became my concern when Webb called us for help.

NCIS is involved in this now,

Deputy Director Weston, whether you like it or not.

Webb was working for us.

After he left NCIS,

we hired him to manage the safe house.

He maintained it during off-hours,

prepared it for use.

So this, uh, insurance job of his,

with the P.O. box, that was his cover?

Had the safe house been in use

prior to our arrival?

We were holding someone there.

A week ago, the French police, with our help,

apprehended a man by the name

of Alexander Renard in Paris.

Renard. I've heard of him.

He's a black hat hacker.

He made a lot of Most Wanted lists.

After the arrest, Renard wanted to make a deal.

Claimed he had come across some intel on the dark web

about an imminent domestic attack.

He swore the intel was credible.

He even said he'd flown to the States earlier to verify it.

So we rolled the dice,

had him transported to the safe house,

and prepped him for questioning.

And what was the intel?

I never found out.

By the time I showed up to question him,

you guys were already there and Renard was dead.

Who else knew that Renard was going to the safe house?

Well, we kept a tight lid on it.

Just me, Director Weston,

a few French officials.

I'm thinking the breach must've come from them.

Let us handle the security breach.

Right now we need to focus on Eric Webb.

We know the body in the safe house wasn't his.

Prints didn't match.

We need to find him.

Has he contacted NCIS again after the initial call?

No.

Well,

given this all happened on domestic soil,

NCIS will have to take lead

on the investigation.

But

you will let us know if Webb calls again.

Absolutely.

We will share everything we have moving forward.

We'll be in touch, Director. Thank you.

Webb called back, didn't he?

At the crime scene.

He told Kasie he thinks the CIA is in on it.

You're lucky the CIA doesn't know

your poker face the way I do.

What else did Webb say?

Not much. But he wants our help finding the killers.

Okay. Keep digging.

Carefully. 'Cause if the CIA is involved,

we need to play this close to the vest.

And I want Webb here.

He won't come in. Then find him.

If he knows something, we need to get to him

before the killers do.

We'll reach out to family and friends

on the off chance

that he made contact.

Hey, Jimmy.

Full house, I see.

Lot of bodies.

Jimmy!

Oh! Hey, Nick! How are you?!

Whoa, whoa! Damn, bro.

I'm sorry! Am I yelling?!

I'm yelling, aren't I?!

Can you stop?!

Yeah, I heard about the Walk-a-Mile Day yesterday.

I wanted to get in on the fun,

so I-I volunteered down at the armory.

I-I'm not sure if you're aware, Nick,

but those guns

super loud!

Yeah. Yeah, no, I'm aware.

Yeah, so I'm dealing now

with a little temporary deafness.

It should be... done soon.

Yeah, okay. Can we just, uh, get to the update?

And you bring it down

50%, please?

So, those two back there... Those...

Those two back there

are CIA officers who were killed in the ambush.

Double tap to the chest, one to the head.

Ah, execution-style.

These guys are professionals.

What about Renard?

What about Renard? Sorry, sorry. Yes.

Uh, Renard, yes. He was shot once in the stomach.

He died from extreme blood loss.

But before he died, Webb tried to perform CPR on him.

How do you know tha...? I know this because his ribs were crushed,

and Kasie found Webb's fingerprints all over his torso.

And the shooters?

The shooters! What about the shooters?

The shooters were also killed in the firefight,

possibly by Webb.

I sent the slugs up to Kasie.

They came from a Glock 19,

which is the gun that Webb uses.

Also, she ran the shooters' fingerprints.

One of 'em was in our system.

Has ties with the Chechen mob,

multiple arrests for assault,

weapon charges.

These guys were definitely guns for hire.

I'll bet these guys were guns for hire!

You just said that?

Oh, it's Parker. Webb just called to talk to Kasie.

Kasie?

Are we alone?

Yes.

How you holding up, Webb?

I'm tired, mostly.

I could use a bath.

Did you find out anything about the shooters?

Uh, we're still working on that.

We know they had ties to the Chechnyan Mafia

and they were most likely hired.

Get him to tell you

where he is.

I hope you're not outside on foot.

Temperatures are dropping.

Gonna get really cold.

Well, I don't have much of a choice.

I can't steal a car. It's too easy for 'em

to track me.

Um, was that a train I heard?

'Cause you'll want to steer clear off the tracks.

I know they're listening, Kasie.

I'm not gonna give you my location.

I only gave you those details

because I know you'll never find me,

and I've scrambled my phone

so there's no use trying to trace the call.

I shouldn't have lied. I'm so sorry, Webb.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I'm a forensic scientist.

I belong in a lab.

Scientist?

I knew you sounded smart.

Ooh, well, I don't feel very smart right now.

You're doing just fine, Kasie.

Oh, listen, uh, Webb, this would be so much easier

if we could talk face-to-face.

Come here. We'll protect you.

I can't do that just now.

There's something I got to do first.

What could you possibly have to do that's

more important than staying alive?

Renard told you something, didn't he?

The intel

about the domestic attack,

he told you what it was right before he died.

You're trying to track it down.

He didn't give me the intel, just an address.

I tracked it down to a locker at a train station in D.C.

Inside, I found a vintage tape recorder,

Soviet era, pre-1940s.

What was on it?

This.

What's it mean?

I don't know.

That's what I need you to find out.

I'll be in touch.

Thanks for coming in, Officer Atwood.

Please, uh, have a seat.

Harlan, please.

I retired from the CIA three years ago.

And, uh, happy to come in.

You know, breaks the boredom.

Only so much golf a man can take.

So, uh, what's this about?

Your guy on the phone, he mentioned Eric Webb?

Yeah, we're just trying to gather some information

from, uh, friends, work colleagues.

Have you had any, uh, contact with him recently?

Uh, had lunch with him like three weeks ago,

but other than that...

Why, has, uh, has something happened?

We're just looking for him, that's all.

How long you known him?

I met Eric maybe eight years ago

when he was still at NCIS, I was with the CIA.

We worked on a joint op in Spain

that, uh, went sideways.

The bombing in Valencia?

Yeah.

Was a terrorist cell in Spain,

blew up an American consulate.

15 people were killed.

Yeah, well, it should never have happened.

Eric and I had come across some chatter that

something was gonna go down beforehand.

We told our superiors,

and they told us to wait for verification.

By the time we finally made a move,

it was too late.

We're sorry.

Thanks.

Eric took it pretty hard.

I think he left NCIS shortly after that.

He drifted around, hit the bottle.

Then, one day, he came to me, said he needed some work,

so I set him up with some of my old CIA contacts.

That how he got the safe house gig?

Yeah.

I mean, although why he took that job is

that's beyond me.

What do you mean?

Well, working a safe house in the middle of nowhere?

Crap job.

You're a glorified house sitter.

Usually reserved for rookies.

But, Eric, he wanted that job

even though he was too good for it, so...

You know, waste of talent if you ask me.

Uh, excuse me.

What's up?

You know how the CIA said

Alexander Renard flew to the States?

Yeah, to verify the intel about the attack.

Wh-What about it?

I ran facial recognition on

airport surveillance footage

and caught Renard arriving at Dulles a month ago.

He drove to a repair shop

called Antique Audio Restorations.

Want to guess what they repair there?

Vintage tape recorders.

The big band music wasn't the clue,

I think the tape recorder was the clue,

and whatever intel there is

has something to do with that shop.

You got an address?

Hello? Anybody here?

What's the owner's name again?

Peter Turso. Mr. Turso? NCIS.

Okay.

Mr. Turso?

Whoa.

Looks like Turso was working on

more than just CD players.

Yo.

We got a body.

Yeah, and it's Turso.

Uh, I think we have a bigger problem.

There's no bomb in this bomb.

The explosive component's been removed.

Well, if that's the bomb maker

then where's the bomb?

The ballistic missile was stolen from

a Russian naval air base ten years ago.

Most likely, it was later sold on the black market

for its uranium payload.

The uranium, which is missing?

We believe it's been repurposed to make a dirty bomb.

Do we know who or what the target is?

No, but I've alerted the FBI and the local authorities.

And what do we know about the bomb maker?

Peter Turso.

He's been on the ATF watch list for years,

and turns out that

running an audio repair shop

was just a side hustle.

His main business

is building and selling illegal weapons to

various extremist groups.

Obviously, whoever hired Turso to

make them a dirty bomb

came to collect and killed him afterwards.

No loose ends. Do we know who hired him?

We're still working the scene.

We found Turso's encrypted hard drive,

so once we break into it,

hopefully it'll give us something.

How did you learn about Turso and the bomb?

Alexander Renard

left a clue to the location,

and he probably kept it as insurance

in case you guys reneged on his deal.

Yes, but how did you even know about the clue to begin with?

Webb told us.

You've been in contact with one of my officers

and didn't tell me? Why?

Webb thinks there's a leak inside the CIA.

That's ridiculous.

Webb is being paranoid.

We already told you,

the breach came from the French side.

And you confirmed that?

We're in the process, yes.

Webb doesn't know what he's talking about.

Maybe. Then again,

he did lead us to the bomb in the first place.

Did Webb say who he thought the leak was?

No. Then right now

it's just idle speculation.

And with a bomb loose in our city, Director,

I think you'd agree, we have more pressing matters at hand.

Agreed.

So, there's a bomb loose in D.C.?

Unfortunately, yeah. We're looking for it now.

Damn it. I was afraid something like this was gonna happen.

What about the bomb maker?

Did you find anything that could I.D. his killer?

Not yet. I did find a cigarette butt near the body.

I ran the DNA from it,

and unfortunately it wasn't in our system.

Can you trace the cigarette brand?

Bilson brand. Available on every corner.

We just can't catch a break, can we?

Webb? You still there?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.

Um, speaking of more bad news,

we've got a larger audience listening in.

The CIA found out we're talking.

I'm sorry, we had no choice.

That's all right. If you guys can't find me,

neither can they. The more the merrier.

Good. Yeah, 'cause I was thinking of turning this into

a regular podcast.

The Kasie & Webb Show.

Yeah, I like it.

We could take calls from the audience,

answer questions.

Yeah.

Hey, Webb? Uh...

Can I ask you a question?

Uh, call me Eric.

I think we're beyond formalities.

Okay, Eric.

Why won't you come in?

And don't say it's because you don't trust anybody,

because you obviously trust me.

I told you before, I got something to do.

Does this something include finding the bomb by yourself?

I know about what happened in Spain.

You blame yourself for the bombing, don't you?

That's why you took the safe house job,

so you could hide away from the world.

But now that there's another imminent attack,

you think if you can stop this bomb,

you can somehow redeem yourself.

I knew you were smart.

No, I just...

I know a little something about blaming yourself.

Yeah? Tell me.

Oh, no, it's nothing like your thing.

It's just like stupid, personal stuff.

No, come on, that's not fair.

You get to psychoanalyze me and then take a pass? No.

In the past five years,

I have been in

three failed relationships.

And I have come to realize the common denominator is me.

I am the reason they didn't work.

It's my fault that I am all alone.

And instead of working on it,

I just bury myself in my work

all alone in my little basement lab.

Oh, my God.

I sound so pathetic.

Looks like we've both been hiding.

Accountant dragon lady, nine o'clock.

Agent Torres...

Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there, Barbara.

Okay, I know I bailed on you

on the whole Walk-a-Mile Day, and you're pissed.

I-I actually wanted... But I'm just a little busy right now.

We're looking for a dirty bomb,

so I'm sorry, but accounting is just gonna have to wait.

No, you misunderstand.

I just wanted to say thank you.

I'm sorry, say what?

I was reviewing your spreadsheets,

and they are... breathtaking.

Really.

A work of art.

You have a gift.

Um, yeah, okay.

If you ever decide

you don't want to be an agent anymore,

the accounting department would welcome you with open arms.

Work of art?

You never told us you were a closeted math whiz.

McGee, it just doesn't fit my image.

Oh, I don't know,

Nicholas Torres, CPA.

Kind of has a nice ring to it.

Can we just focus and find a bomb, please?

Give me good news only.

Are we any closer to finding the bomb?

I spoke to FBI and D.C. police.

They are searching for any suspicious vans or trucks,

but so far nothing. KNIGHT: And I've been reviewing the various

message boards of extremist groups,

and there hasn't been any chatter of the bomb yet.

What part of "good news only" did you not understand?

All right, thank you. And good work.

Got something.

Tech trolls finally finished

decrypting Turso's hard drive.

Last month he received a six-figure payment

from an offshore account.

Six figures?

That's, uh, that's pricey for fixing an old radio.

The trolls traced the payment, and get this,

the account was funded through a CIA slush fund.

So Webb was right about the leak.

The CIA's behind all of this.

Do we know who set up the account?

Uh, tech trolls are working on it.

It'll take some time.

Well, time is what we don't have.

Just keep pushing.

Jimmy, I'm on my way.

Oh, hey.

Here's the results from all the prints

we found on the missile. They all belong

to Turso, so...

When was the last time you got some rest?

Between working in the lab and talking to Webb,

you're running yourself ragged.

No, I'm fine, Parker, really, I'm more hungry than anything.

Okay, take a break, grab some food.

We can manage without you for a bit.

But Webb... If Webb calls back,

we'll patch him through to your cell.

Now go.

You're no good to us like this.

What's up, Jimmy?

Well, I've got a time of death.

Turso here was shot and killed about a half hour

before Torres and Knight showed up, so...

They just missed the killer. Yup,

and cause of death is pretty apparent.

Single gunshot wound to the head,

and he died instantly.

So, you find anything else?

Yes, uh, DNA under his fingernails,

probably from fighting off his killer.

Kasie ran it, and it does match

the DNA found on the end of that cigarette butt,

but unfortunately...

It's not in our system.

Okay, thanks, Jimmy.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Uh, the bullet that killed Turso

came from a Glock 19, same gun as Webb's.

Webb never told us that he was at Turso's shop.

Parker, you're not gonna believe this. What?

The trolls managed to figure out who paid Turso for the bomb.

It was Eric Webb.

It's his name on the offshore account.

You're telling me Webb isn't trying to stop the bomb?

He's the guy behind it.

So, Webb paid the bomb maker?

His name is on the offshore account.

We also believe that he's behind the ambush at the safe house.

I spoke to the CIA.

They said that, as a house sitter,

Webb had access to the CIA database.

He would have known in advance

who was being brought in for questioning.

Once he learned that Alexander Renard

was coming in, could have easily orchestrated that ambush.

But why? Renard knew

about Webb's bomb plan, so Webb took him out.

So all this time we had the son of a bitch

on our phones and never knew.

Have you told Ms. Hines yet?

I understand that the two of them

have gotten close.

No, I sent her out for food.

I'll tell her when she gets back.

She is not gonna take it well.

Well, hell, I'm not taking it well.

Webb played us.

Do you have a motive?

We spoke to an ex-agent that worked with Webb

during the Spain bombing.

He said that Webb did not quit

NCIS afterwards, that he was pushed out.

Apparently, Webb got vocal about,

uh, how he believed the Agency screwed things up.

He got aggressive, said some things,

so they let him go.

I hate to interrupt, but we have a problem.

Kasie never came back from the diner.

What? When she didn't answer any of my phone calls,

I went over to check up on her.

A waitress said she saw Kasie

arguing with a man, and then they left together.

Was it Webb? I showed the waitress his photo,

and she confirmed it's him.

Webb has Kasie.

Sit.

That's it?

You haven't said one word the whole ride up,

and that's all you're gonna say?

There's no time.

Oh, how about you make time?

How about you start by explaining why you lied to me?

You killed Renard and that bomb maker, didn't you?

You've been lying to me this entire time.

Everything will be clear soon.

Oh, spoken like a true psychopath.

What you gonna do? Kill me?

I would like to see you try.

Do not move, bro. I will shoot you.

Don't do it.

Works better with this.

I was never gonna kill you.

I need you to help me with something.

Kasie Hines. H-I-N-E-S.

Last seen with our suspect Eric Webb.

Yeah, I get it, Curtis, just keep pinging her cell.

Kasie's phone's got to be somewhere, right?

Okay, thank you, Officer.

Virginia PD said a man matching Webb's description

broke into a high school chemistry lab a few hours ago.

Stole a bunch of chemicals, equipment.

For what? Webb's got a bomb.

Maybe he wants to alter it in some way.

Make it, make it more lethal.

Well, that would explain why he needs Kasie,

a scientist.

I looked around the diner.

Kasie's car is still there. He didn't take it.

Webb's too smart for that. It'd be easy to track.

He must've stolen a car. Did you find any other clues at the scene?

That's the problem. I found tire marks,

little soil, a torn receipt.

You know, all this evidence,

but no forensic examiner to, uh, analyze them.

Well, if we don't have Kasie,

then we're just gonna have to build her.

All right, we need to identify the car Webb stole

using this evidence only. Go.

Tire size looks big, probably an LT235.

Definitely a larger car.

Yeah, it's definitely a unique, uh, tread there.

You see the cross pattern? Good catch, Tim.

Could be a Titan brand,

which are mostly used on vans and smaller trucks.

Going by the size of this tire,

I'd say you're definitely looking at a pickup truck.

A commercial pickup truck.

This dirt ain't dirt.

See these white flecks, sort of like dandruff?

These are crystallized mineral deposits

only used in high-grade fertilizer.

Louis likes to use it on the outdoor plants,

and it's not the everyday kind of stuff

that you can buy at a store.

It's professional-grade.

That pickup truck is used by a landscaping company.

A company located outside of D.C.

The merchant code on this receipt

starts with the number nine,

which signifies this purchase was made

for a transportation service.

The amount is for $110,

which is the exact cost for a monthly transit pass

to pay for the toll across the Potomac.

And trucks ain't cheap. Whatever company owns this one

is probably big enough to own a fleet of trucks

so they could amortize cost.

I can think of one big company

across the river that fits the bill,

Enchanted Acres Landscaping.

That's the truck you're looking for.

Walk-a-Frickin'-Mile Day.

Great. Thanks.

Okay, Enchanted Acres just confirmed

one of their trucks was stolen.

Luckily, it was outfitted with a LoJack system.

They're sending us the GPS coordinates now.

Ready?

NCIS!

Kasie, move. Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Kasie, step away from him.

No, you don't understand. He's not the bad guy.

He's got a bomb. No, he doesn't.

We have not been making a bomb in here.

We have been running lab tests.

I have been helping him.

Kase, he paid the bomber.

We saw his name on the account.

What you saw was a forgery. I'm being framed.

And I got a pretty good idea by who.

Webb figured it out when I told him about the cigarette butt

that we found at the crime scene.

He knows someone who smokes that brand.

But I had to be sure they were the killer,

so I went to their house and I stole a DNA sample

from their trash, and I brought it to Kasie to analyze.

That's why I needed her help.

I ran a test to see

if the DNA from the cigarette butt

matched the DNA from Webb's suspect,

and, guess what, it was a direct match.

We know who the killer is.

Who is it?

Don't you know those things will kill you?

Well, Harlan confessed to everything.

He was on his way to plant the bomb

at CIA headquarters when we arrived.

Good timing.

Did he give you a reason?

Revenge. Turns out Harlan had a girlfriend

who died in the bomb explosion in Spain.

He always blamed the CIA for her death.

Why now? That was eight years ago.

Harlan was just diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer.

He's dying.

Guess he wanted to go out with a bang

and take the CIA with him.

Well, I'm glad we stopped him.

Thanks to your assistance.

Well, I had help.

And now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to call the CIA and explain

to the deputy director how we foiled a bomb attack

on her own building.

I'm sure she'll appreciate that.

Yeah, right.

Kasie.

Can I talk to you a second? - Uh, sure.

Meet you downstairs?

Listen, I...

I just wanted to thank you.

I don't think I could've survived out there without you.

Yeah, you probably could have,

but it wouldn't have been as much fun.

Well, that's for sure.

No, seriously,

thanks for being there.

Oh, hey, you like chimichangas?

'Cause a bunch of us are going to this great Mexican place.

I'd like that.

Yeah, I'm not gonna answer that.

No.

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