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Letters from home.

When you're a world away...

Sir?

...they mean everything.

A word, a phrase.

A reminder that there's something else.

Something worth fighting for.

Something better.

Something to come home to

when all this is done.

A reason to live.

Gunny.

Rest of you, clear out.

Shannon and Kelly wrote me letters.

All hearts and "I love yous."

Shannon and Kelly

were my reason.

I'm sorry, Gibbs.

I couldn't imagine a world without them.

Until I had to.

After that, the letters were over.

It was only me.

The ambush was coming.

The sky would turn orange.

The sun would go black.

And there would only be me.

Neighborhood folks are always in your business,

even after you're dead.

Place kind of reminds me of where I grew up.

Tell me something. They big on manners

where you're from?

Dinner, probie.

Can't keep ducking me

'cause I can't keep ducking my lady.

I wouldn't duck you, boss.

And I wouldn't even think of ducking Tish.

Look, she ain't gonna quit asking.

It's a whole thing.

Hey.

Likes to break bread with the people who got my back.

Rando, Mary Jo-- they all done it

and then they come back and they do it again.

Hell...

even Dominguez.

Agent Franks.

I already let a couple of yours back.

Delivery guy found the body an hour ago.

Victim's Briana Davis.

She's an eighth grade science teacher

over at Hillside Elementary.

She's the girlfriend of Staff Sergeant Derek Jones.

Where's he at? He's deployed.

Your office is working on notifying him.

But... gets worse.

Victim's daughter? No.

Daughter of Staff Sergeant Jones.

Now, the victim was taking care of her while Dad's overseas.

Girl's name is Mildred Jones.

She didn't show up to school this morning.

We haven't been able to locate her.

What are we doing about it?

You got people out looking for her

or are we just standing around wagging our johnsons?

Already on it.

My men have been canvassing the neighborhood,

making calls, but no luck so far.

Double up the search party.

Victim was Briana Davis. She was...

I know all that, Randy.

There was a guy on the porch, come on.

Right, I'll go

do some other stuff.

Chief, how you doing?

You disrespect your own people,

it only reflects on you.

Who, Randy?

He's used to it. He's a redhead.

What do we know?

Gunshot wound to the back,

one to the head.

Chest came first, then the head.

Shooter knew how to make it quick.

The guy got in how? No sign of forced entry.

Based on the positioning,

I'd say he walks in through the side door

while she's making breakfast.

First shot came from there.

The second one, close range

when she's on the floor.

Then turns around, walks back out

the way he came. What about the girl?

We know for sure she was here?

Maybe she was at her mama's house?

Mother's deceased.

The girl's only family is her father.

We're trying to make contact.

His squad is on an op in Ethiopia.

She was here.

Her little hand.

Looks like she was trying to hide.

Boss.

You're gonna want to hear this.

I can't believe this.

I just... If... if I'd known,

I-I would've done something.

He lives two houses down.

Tell him what you told me.

I was driving home from the store

and I saw this blue Ford Explorer

pull onto the highway.

Uh, it was going fast.

I saw a little girl in the back.

She looked familiar, but...

I didn't really think about it until I pulled

in the driveway and saw you guys

out here, and then I realized.

It was little Mildred in that car.

It was her. You sure?

Hundred percent.

You see who was driving?

No. Uh, there was a glare.

And... I-I feel horrible.

I-If I'd known, I would've followed them. Mr. Miller,

can we have you circle back?

Can you give us all the details that you remember

about the car? Sure.

Listen, Daddy.

I have a new favorite song.

Come on, Daddy, dance.

Dance.

Come on, Daddy.

Gibbs.

BOLO's out on a blue Ford Explorer

heading south on I-15, possibly toward the border.

Guy said Mildred was in the back, looking distraught.

Maybe Briana Davis was collateral damage.

Yeah, looks that way.

Killer's real goal was to take Mildred.

The hell's going on out there?

There's a damn Toyota parked in my spot.

The whole neighborhood showed up to help find Mildred.

It's nice, but, you know.

Lot of personalities.

Hey, uh, you got an extra notepad?

Hey.

Oh, uh, Strickland's looking for you.

Where's she at? Her desk, I think.

Hey.

This missing girl--

probably not the best case for Gibbs to be working.

What do you want me to do, re-bench him?

Strickland gets mean if you keep her waiting.

Listen, listen.

I know you all want to lend a hand,

but unless you have something relevant, I need you

to make your way on home, all right?

Miss, I told those kids not to play outside after dark.

Creeps are always prowling around...

Folks, folks. Cliff Wheeler, special agent in charge.

We appreciate you coming together to help Mildred,

especially with her father overseas.

But we have a job to do here, so

unless you have something relevant,

we ask that you return home.

Thank you.

Is he deaf? That's what I just said.

Okay, relevant info,

form an orderly line and talk to me

or Agent Randolf over there or Agent Gibbs

or Agent Dominguez or Agent Franks.

Nope, not me. I'm just passing through.

Uh, sir.

Sir. Uh... hi.

I'm-I'm Sarah Walsh, I own the dairy off Old River Road.

I mocked these up. We can get it on our milk cartons

pretty quick. I just need a signature.

I can help out with a tip line, too.

That's good, ma'am. Gibbs.

Set this lady up. You bet, boss.

That's when I knew it was little Millie.

Dang, Jim. Did you follow the car?

Yeah, I followed it. Course I did.

Hey, Franks, I've been looking for you. Yeah.

Blue folder. What?

Blue folder. The hell you talking about?

You said to be covert, dumbass.

The profile? The stuff I gave you

inside the blue folder-- I told you I need

those pictures back. Uh, yeah, I'll-I'll get 'em to you.

It was a blue Explorer, and when he turned to look at me,

it was like ice in my veins, you know?

It just... You could see just how evil... Hey.

Take a walk.

I thought you said you didn't see the guy.

I actually, uh...

I-I think I caught a glimpse of...

Out!

This is how this is gonna go. I'm gonna toss some questions

at you and you're gonna speak the truth,

else we're gonna have ourselves a problem, okay? Okay.

Did you follow that Explorer or no?

No. No.

Did you see the guy driving or no?

No. No.

Then why are you telling stories

to those nice people, Jim?!

I... I don't know. I... I wanted...

I wanted to matter.

You wanted to matter?

Well, think real hard on this one.

Did you ever

see a blue Explorer going south on the highway

with that little girl in it?

No.

What's this?

My star witness is a fraud.

I need to go back to the girl's house

and start from scratch. I need you to sign the form.

Mike, he's way past his prime.

Cliff. This world is packed to the brim

with a bunch of no-good sons of bitches.

I'm asking you to give me the one guy I can trust.

♪ A car pulls up, who can it be? ♪

♪ A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G ♪

♪ He rolls down his window and he started to say ♪

♪ It's all about makin' that GTA ♪

♪ 'Cause the boyz in the hood are always hard ♪

♪ You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card ♪

♪ Yo, man. ♪

Hey, y'all.

Back in the field.

Just me and my boy.

How you doing, buddy?

There you are.

You two look good together.

I don't know, I think he's missing Artie.

What's his name? Special Agent

Gary Callahan.

Oh, he's got a last name.

Don't you?

Fair enough.

All right. There you are.

Ready? Okay, come on, boy, you got it. Sniff it.

Got it?

Okay, let's go. Let's go. All right, he's got it.

Yeah, boy. Good boy.

Okay, boy, yeah, you go.

He's digging.

Mike.

Probie, hang back, fend off

any of them neighbors, would you?

Pull him back.

Backpack.

Gibbs.

Agent Franks asked me to speak with you,

but your door was closed.

The girl give you a description of your killer?

Not that I know of.

Agent Dominguez has been in there with her.

Franks is requesting that we hold off on calling in CPS.

He also wants me to proceed with putting Mildred's picture

on that milk carton.

Why? Until we know what's what,

it's safer to have people think

she's still missing.

Fine. Keep me in the loop.

Yes, sir.

Hey.

I saw you liked Trotter Trio,

so I made a little pit stop at Kmart.

You can take it. It's yours.

No, thank you.

You buried your backpack in the woods, huh?

So I wouldn't lose it.

It was hard to hide with it.

One time,

when I was little,

I got mad at my mom.

I ran away from home,

and I spent the night in the woods by my house.

It was scary as heck.

But that was different.

That was my fault.

None of this is yours.

My dad?

Well...

There aren't many phones where he is,

but we are gonna get word to him.

Hey.

He's gonna come home.

Millie.

Could you tell me about what happened yesterday?

Last night, I had a bad dream about a bear.

Briana let me sleep with her,

but I was still tired in the morning.

She let me keep sleeping.

She was gonna take you to school late?

She was making breakfast.

I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth.

There were two big bangs.

I looked out.

She was on the floor.

There was a man with a gun.

He was looking down at her.

Did he see you?

No.

He left the house.

Then I went to Briana.

I tried to wake her up.

I started to hide.

My dad said if anything bad

ever happens, I should run.

So I ran.

Millie.

You think you could tell me what he looked like?

The man you saw?

Okay.

It's okay.

I spoke to the principal at Hillside.

Briana Davis did not teach on Wednesdays.

Killer knew she'd be home.

But we've got nothing to tell us why she was targeted.

Well-loved at school, no known enemies.

She had at least one, that's for sure.

Hey.

Gary seem thin to you?

Sorry? Gary Callahan.

His fur wasn't as shiny as it usually is

and when I was petting him, I swear I felt ribs.

No, he don't eat so good when we haven't had

a sleepover in a while. It affects him.

You two have sleepovers?

The hell?

This stuff all from our scene?

Phil, where's Curly at? No idea.

You work here, don't you?

Oh, Michael Franks.

Thank God it's you and not that new guy again.

Gibbs was here? Yeah. Yeah, a couple times yesterday.

Dropped off all this stuff.

Someone needs to tell that guy what qualifies for evidence.

Hey, Phil,

can you just give me a hand with this,

will you?

Look, Gibbs might've been a little overzealous.

This case ain't exactly easy on him.

Yeah, well, he brings in a cabinet door,

we got to process it.

Brings in a lake water science experiment,

we got to process it.

Brings in the California Raisins board game,

and I got to spend the rest of my life

trying to figure out why they made

a California Raisins board game.

Well, I-I sent him on an errand

to make sure the milk cartons are printed right.

He should stay out of your hair now.

We're a go for striations.

Thanks, Phil.

Okay, so this is the bullet that we extracted

from Briana Davis' chest.

The-the one from her head had the same markings.

Fired from the same weapon.

Same weapon, yeah. If you'll focus on this area here

all the way to this area here, you will notice

that it looks exactly like my Grandpa Marv's combover.

Like, exactly. You driving toward a point here?

Point is, I've seen this pattern before.

I don't know what case it was,

but there's no mistaking Grandpa.

The same weapon was used in a different case?

Yeah, and all I got to do is find the match in this pile

right here. You guys want to

hang out while I look, or...

Why don't you give us a buzz.

Well, if you want to hang out, we'll be here.

PE-20, this is Pendleton. Over.

This is PE-20. Go.

It's Lala.

Yeah, I know.

So, yeah, Mildred saw the shooter, but she won't engage.

Maybe I should try the Dec-I-Pher-Kit.

You ever seen one of those?

It has drawings of different features.

You pick the right ones, you end up with a composite.

Like Mr. Potato Head, you know?

Anyway, how are you?

Franks ask you to check in on me?

Yeah.

Tell him the milk cartons are done. Over.

Correspondence says they won't have the funeral without you.

We'll get you on the next transport home.

Corpsman!

Corpsman!

Get down!

Gunny, get down.

Gibbs!

Get down!

Gibbs!

Get down, Gibbs!

What are you doing?!

Gibbs!

Get down!

Gail.

Where's the Dec-I-Pher-Kit?

I put it back.

She says she put it back.

Five minutes later, she waltzes over,

"Oh, it was in my bottom drawer."

Huh. Nice.

You know what? When you get that kit,

take Mary Jo in with you.

She's the one most likely to get through to the girl.

You mean because I'm a multitalented individual?

No, because you're both Black.

And the other thing, too.

Forgot I put it in my drawer.

Mm-hmm.

What did I tell you?

Okay. Let's go, lady. Bring me to her.

Okay...

No, I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna do it.

Goal!

You did it, baby girl!

Say it with me.

Goal! Goal!

Can we play

again?

Heck yeah. Rematch city.

Then we get something to eat.

You ready?

Go.

Uh-uh. Uh-uh.

Oh.

Oh, you're good at this.

Franks, I'm tapping out. You're up.

What happened?

She loved Mary Jo.

She won't even look at the thing.

Tell Mary Jo to tell her to look.

She tried.

We can't force the kid to describe the guy, Mike.

She's scared.

She's a little girl.

Think Randy would want this for Junior?

No, donkeys unnerve him.

You tried to give that to Mildred?

She didn't want it.

'Cause that one sucks.

Well, it was the only Trotter Trio

that they had at the store. 'Cause Donna Donkey sucks.

She doesn't even have any powers.

Give me the kit.

Nah, I'm gonna give it a go. No.

I'm gonna give it a go.

Just 'cause I lost my little girl

doesn't mean I can't go in there and talk to that one.

I'm sorry there's no jelly, sweetie.

This kitchen is a disgrace.

You want crust or no crust?

One of each, please.

Oh, one of each? Okay, I like your style.

Hi.

Hi.

You busy?

I saw you have a boom box in your room.

You have a favorite song?

My favorite song?

Yeah.

Whitney Houston.

"How Will I Know?"

"Greatest Love of All."

Okay, wow. That's a big one.

My dad says it's about me.

I have to love me first,

then I can love others, too.

Maybe you can sing it with me.

Can I move this?

I'm gonna turn these pages.

And when you stop singing,

I'll stop turning, okay?

♪ I believe the children are our future ♪

♪ Teach them well and let them lead the way ♪

♪ Show them all the beauty they possess inside ♪

♪ Give them a sense of pride ♪

♪ To... ♪ To make it easier ♪

♪ Let the... ♪

♪ Give them a sense of pride ♪

♪ To make it easier ♪

♪ Let the children's ♪

♪ Laughter... ♪

♪ Remind us ♪

♪ How we used ♪ How we ♪

♪ We used to be ♪ To be ♪

♪ Everybody's searching for a hero. ♪

Wheeler just got word.

Girl's daddy was located outside Gondar.

He'll be on the next flight home.

Oh, that's great. Got it.

You're the best, Wood-man. Later.

So, couple things from Woody.

The stuff from Briana Davis' house.

Cabinet doors:

no unknown prints.

Water in jars was some kind of chemical lake water,

science experiment.

Board game:

there were a few missing California Raisins,

but likely not taken by the shooter...

Let me skip to the striations.

Here's our guy.

I made copies.

How'd you get her to do it?

That's good work, probie. Permission to go home.

Little early, ain't it?

Permission to go home, boss.

Go.

So, uh, back to Woody, he had a hit on the striations.

He matched the combover thing to another bullet.

Another case, same gun? Yeah.

The head of a gambling ring was murdered two weeks ago.

Davidson. Shots to the head and chest.

Theory was a competing ring hired a hit man to take him out.

Hit man for a gambling ring.

Black Kenny might know something.

Mm. This time of day, he won't be hard to find.

Black Kenny?

Maybe you can take Millie along with you,

see if the two of them can bond.

Don't be ridiculous, Mary Jo.

Black Kenny is a career criminal, man's a CI,

not a multitalented individual.

I'm taking her home.

The girl needs a real bed and a home-cooked meal.

Carl's gonna post outside my house.

You two dig up the latest on Kenny.

Radio it in. Mary Jo.

I appreciate you.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, Daddy.

Dance.

Dance.

I don't want to hear none of that.

Tito, you're not shuffling these cards right, man.

Okay.

All right, let's do this. Tito, get your ass ready.

Kenny's gonna sit this one out, boys.

What you want now, man?

Quick chat.

I'm gonna go handle some business, fellas.

What's up with you?

What the hell are you doing?

You know this guy? Man, you can't bring paper like that, man.

Do you know him?

I'm not doing... Look.

I'm hearing a keg of beer got lifted from the liquor store

down the way from your house.

Couple witnesses said they saw a guy

looked just like you

rolling that barrel down the street.

Now, you want me to call the cops?

Tell them to search your house,

see what other goodies they find?

Or you want to look at my paper?

Give me the paper. Huh?

Give me the paper.

I don't know him. Look again.

He got paid to take a guy out two weeks ago.

Davidson. Head of a ring.

I ain't gonna ask nice again.

Dude's a fixer, all right?

Goes by the name Hatcher.

He lives in Oceanside with his old man.

Oceanside, where?

Federal agents! Open up.

Two doors on the right.

Clear. Clear.

Got him.

Sir, where's your son?

Clear.

Mr. Hatcher, where is your son?

He found something out.

That little girl...

saw his face.

He knows where she is, God help her.

He knows.

He knows.

Agent Gibbs. What are you doing here?

Come on in.

I know Carl's posted up out front,

and I didn't want to...

I just figured I'd come around this way.

What are you doing here, honey?

Here. Uh, uh, she doesn't need...

She doesn't want the bag.

That's Harlo Horse.

She has special powers.

She's the only one that glows.

That's why she's always sold out.

Looks like she was loved.

You want to come in and give it to her?

You know...

...you're not alone.

I have my own, um...

I should grab that.

Millie, go wash your hands.

Ah. I did it.

I stabbed him. Mil-Mildred ran to the basement.

Is he alone? Yeah.

Where is he?

He was there. Basement?

Go out the back. Call it in.

Shh.

It's okay.

Come here. It's okay.

It's okay.

You're okay.

You're okay. I got you.

I got you.

I know there's been some concerns raised

about Special Agent Gibbs.

But as far as last night is concerned,

we're lucky he was there.

What would you call that-- kismet?

I'd call it a damn holy intervention.

All right, what's the sitrep?

Took Mary Jo and Mildred

to a secure hotel while we process the scene.

Agent Loughlin is still at the hospital.

Concussion, stitches,

but doctor should release him this morning.

Told Gibbs to take the day off.

Kid's been through it. And the hit man?

Hatcher the hit man is deader

than a strip club on Mother's Day. Yeah, I'm aware.

What I want to know is how the hell

he found out we had the girl.

No CPS, the milk carton's out there,

press wasn't tipped.

How did he know he'd find her at Mary Jo's?

Excuse me, sir.

Mr. Hatcher's here.

Mr. Hatcher? Father of the hit man.

We're hoping he can tell us who hired him.

Um, who hired the hit man,

I mean, not who hired the father.

One too many pronouns in that sentence. Yeah.

I got it, Randolf.

Boss.

What are you doing? I told you to take the day.

Is the father up there?

Probie, I'll be up there pulling stuff out.

When you're done,

I'll tell him what happened.

I should be the one to tell him that his son is gone.

It should come from me.

I told you to take the day.

You bench me.

You send me across town on that thing.

You think you're protecting me.

This is the job.

You ever known someone that...

tried to take himself out?

You never know how close they are

to going back down that road.

It's a scary thing.

I'm okay.

Did you stop him from hurting that little girl?

Do you have him here?

Why was he after her?

Is it 'cause he knew she could ID him?

How did he know that?

How did he know that she was here?

I don't know.

Not many folks knew that we had her, Mr. Hatcher.

Was he ever talking to someone here,

here at NIS?

Maybe...

someone saw when you found her.

I don't know.

He knows lots of people,

lots of places.

Mr. Hatcher, who hired him to do the job?

Who hired him to kill Briana Davis?

That lady he killed...

...she was a teacher.

She was taking samples

from the lake for her class.

She realized something was wrong

with the water.

Some company was dumping chemicals into it.

And she was gonna make a stink about it, is that right?

I think so.

What was the company?

Mr. Hatcher,

what was the company that she was going to rat on?

I think it was...

that dairy

off Old River Road.

My son never had it easy.

I should have been better.

Can I see him, please?

Can I?

Please.

Milk carton was smart.

You wanted to find her just as much as we did.

Turn around.

Daddy!

Baby girl.

I missed you so much.

Oh. I missed you, too.

The letters were over.

It was only me.

The ambush came.

The sky turned orange.

The sun went black,

and there was only me...

...without my reason.

Without a reason to live.

It was only me.

Can't believe my damn eyes.

Come on in, probie.

Tish.

You're so sweet.

Hey! Gary!

Buddy. Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Gary's sleeping over.

Is he?

Don't worry.

He'll split his steak with you.

Hope you like it rare.

It was only me.

Until it wasn't.

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