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Harry Potter is not stupid.

You've been Harry Potter
for the last three Halloweens.

At least you could be a girl,
like Hermione or Ginny.

You Muggles just don't get it.

I do.

It's stupid.

Benjamin, enough.

Rachel, your costume's great.

Thanks, Mr. Curtis.

Is your mom chaperoning
the school party?

No, she has to work.

We'd be happy to give you a ride.

Isn't that right, Benjamin?

Thanks for walking me home.

No problem. See you tomorrow.

Okay, bye, guys.

Your manners leave something
to be desired, young man.

When we get home...

Wait here.

Rachel, what happened?

NCIS Season 12 Episode 06
Parental Guidance Suggested

Synchro: Gaillots & Kujathemas

Rereading: Bruno.

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Come on, be serious.

I have never been more serious.
There is no room for error, Bishop.

Listen to me...

Holyfield, Tyson... let's knock it off
before someone loses an ear.

I was just talking
about Abby's upcoming Halloween party,

when McGee went
all Bruce Banner on me.

For good reason,
she doesn't want to wear a costume.

What? Are you insane?

God, for the love of all
that is holy, probie,

let's get with the program.
Abby takes this holiday very seriously.

You deviate from the plan,

you pay the consequences.
Tell her, McGee.

Halloween, 2007, I told Abby
I didn't want to carve a pumpkin.

He's still waiting
for the other one to descend.

It's not that I don't want
to dress up, okay? It's...

It's just that Jake
and I can't agree on a costume.

Marriage. Here we go.

Halloween used to be
a single guy's paradise.

Now it's been twisted and co-opted

into some kind of couples' thing.

You're gonna be phoning it in with
Delilah. You've got your other half.

Abby's got Ranger Burt.

Even Ducky's got something cooking.

Why don't you take Allison?

From tech services.

Who you went out with last week.

Well, that didn't compute.

That's, like, the sixth woman
you've dated this month.

Yeah, that's a record, even for you.

Thank you. I'm back, baby.

Gear up. We got
a dead body in Lake Ridge.

Whatever happened to Krista in HR?

Too judgmental. She never laughed
at the e-mails I sent her.

- That's 'cause they were offensive.
- See? Too judgmental.

And what about Erica from accounting?
What went wrong there?

Cats. Too many cats.
They were all named Mr. Darcy.

Don't you think
you're being a little picky?

There's a lot of fish in the sea.

Not at the rate you've been fishing.

What can I say, McGee?
Women find me alluring.

What can you tell me, Duck?

Single gunshot wound to the back.

You got a time of death?

Yeah, between midnight
and 2:00 a.m. This morning.

We searched the area, Boss.
No sign of a murder weapon.

And no forced entry.

Local LEOs found the back door open
when they arrived on the scene.

Place wasn't tossed.
Doesn't look like a robbery gone bad.

- Who's our victim?
- Victim is Dr. Valerie Barnes.

42, wife of Navy Commander
Ryan Barnes.

- He's stationed at Little Creek.
- He found the body?

No, that was Rachel Barnes,
victim's ten-year-old daughter,

when she returned home from a sleepover.
A neighbor called it in.

- Where is she now?
- Outside.

DiNozzo, track down the husband.
McGee, the neighbor.

When was the last time
you spoke to Mrs. Barnes?

Last night, around 6:00,
when she dropped off Rachel.

- She worked late, I offered to babysit.
- You're friends with the victim?

Yeah, I've known Val for three years.
Our kids are in the same grade.

Anything you can tell us
about the commander?

Honestly,
I don't know him very well.

He's not often around.
He's either training or on a mission.

He left for one a few days ago,
and that was the last time I saw him.

Can I take my son home now?

Of course. Yes.

And, thank you
for your help, Mr. Curtis.

What's gonna happen to Rachel?

This is one good-looking fort.

You build this all by yourself?

No.

My dad helped me.

Sounds like a pretty cool dad.

Did you find him?

Is he coming home?

Don't worry.

We will figure it out.

Please don't make me leave.

This is my safe place.

Nothing bad will happen
to me in here.

If they come back,
they can't hurt me.

Who's �they�, Rachel?

The people trying to kill my dad.

Okay, which costume do you like better
for me and Jake?

Popeye and Olive Oyl,

or the old farming couple
from American Gothic.

Neither.
Bishop, this is a chance for you to be

whoever you want for one night.
So, why don't you get crazy?

Step out of your preppy librarian,
hot-for-teacher comfort zone.

- Hey.
- What are your other ideas?

I don't want to say.

- Romeo and Juliet.
- Cinderella and Prince Charming.

- Antony and Cleopatra.
- Bonnie and Clyde.

How close are we?

Smart choice.

- Incoming.
- Let's go. Give me an update.

Our victim is Dr. Valerie Barnes,

a therapist at a counseling
center in Richmond.

I talked to her coworkers.

They weren't aware of anyone
Valerie was having issues with,

- patients or otherwise.
- I want her files. The husband?

Commander Ryan Barnes is
a highly decorated Navy SEAL

with over 30 missions.

He's on survival training,

but I sent word to him in the field.

- He should be here in a few hours.
- She said people were after her father.

If the commander's in danger,
isn't being surrounded

by a SEAL team
the safest place for him?

We don't even know
if he's being targeted.

Yes, we do. Last year,
Commander Barnes

- took part in Operation Lower Merion.
- The capture of Benham Parsa.

Month after the raid,
the Seals' identities

were accidentally leaked,
including Barnes'.

I did an online search,
came up with this.

I get the feeling
that's not a dating profile.

That was a terrorist Web site.

- Commander's on a jihad hit list.
- I want everything on this site.

Who made it, who uploaded the photo.

- Anyone who's accessed it.
- I can help, too.

Where's Rachel?

In the conference room
with the woman from Social Services.

Find me something, DiNozzo.

Love what you've done
with your lab, Abby.

Thank you.
Wait till you see my apartment.

It's my pi�ce de r�sistance.

I'm coming up empty-handed here.
Are you guys finding anything?

We were able to track down
the third-party host for the Web site.

It's a company based in Algeria.

Which means they won't turn over
their client data to the U.S.

True, but we managed
to access the mainframe.

The original coding
that was sent to the host

came from an IP address
in Silver Spring, Maryland.

Meet our sinister Web master.

Dorian Hobart.

After his dishonorable discharge

from the Army in 2007,
Hobart became involved

in several anti-government
extremist groups.

He hops from one broadband
to the other

every time he logs on.

We know who he is,
we just don't know where.

The site has a message board, right?

Let's use it.

Yeah, we build a cover,
pose as an interested group.

We set up the meet with Hobart,
and then we nail him.

Your cover background has
to catch Hobart's attention.

Okay, I'm Dylan Evans,
former Marine sniper.

Dishonorably discharged,

I now work as a mercenary for hire.

It kind of has to be a...
believable cover.

And you could never
pull off a �Dylan�.

How about you be Stuart?

Clarence.

No, we stick

as close to the truth as possible.

Your name is Tim Walsh.

You are an expert in electronics,

specializing in...

detonators.

Let's hook a line
and catch a terrorist,

Tim Walsh.

I could've pulled off �Dylan�.

It's just me, Rachel.

Come on out.

What's...

what's that?

Popcorn and hot chocolate.

You don't look like
the hot chocolate type.

My mom used to make the best cup
of hot chocolate ever.

Little bit of cinnamon.

Long time ago.

Did she die, too?

When I was just about your age.

Not an easy thing to go through.

I know you want to be strong,

- but it's okay to be sad.
- I'm not sad.

I'm angry.

How could she let this happen?

- It's not your mom's fault.
- Yes, it is.

Daddy trained us.

We knew what to do
if the bad people ever came.

Your dad tell you
who the bad guys are?

No, he just told us
be on alert, and I was.

I didn't see anything suspicious.

I swear, I did everything
that I was supposed to do.

You did good.

I want my dad, Agent Gibbs.

He'll be here soon.

I don't like it here.

I need my safe place.

I kind of thought you might.

What are you doing?

I'm building a fort.

Got all the essential
fort-building materials.

We're gonna make a new safe place.

Together.

Nothing bad is gonna happen to you,
Rachel.

I promise.

Do you keep your promises?

Always.

What's the verdict, Ducky?

Death was instantaneous.

Bullet fragmented on impact.

Shooting someone unarmed
in the back is such a cowardly act.

Robert Ford comes to mind.

I think we can safely rule him out.
Anything else?

Indeed, something curious.
Our victim suffered

from an orbitozygomatic fracture.

That's the right cheekbone
and eye socket.

- From the fall?
- Oh, no.

This is an old injury.

At least ten years.

But there's no record of it
in her medical history.

That is curious.

Eleanor, what a pleasure.

Sorry, Ducky.
I'm here for Tony.

Hobart took the bait. He set up
a meeting with McGee in two hours.

Pinecrest Park.

You know what that means.

Undercover work.

How's your plow position?

My what?

Breathe in, arms up.

Sun salutation.

Hands together.

Back to the chest.

And then reach back
with your left foot.

Arms out.

Take your right hand,

put it down next to your right foot.

- Didn't know you practiced yoga.
- Balanced mind, balanced life.

I've been reading Sting's biography.

He's a Renaissance man.

Oh, please, I just ate.

I reject your negative energy,
McGee.

Bogey, DiNozzo.

Your 10:00, coming down the path.

I got him.

Back down to the weapon.

You Tim?

That's right.

Where's the sample?

Hobart... freeze, hands up.

- Drop the weapon!
- Ladies first.

Put it down.

- You okay, McGee?
- Yeah.

Flo-Jo came out of nowhere, Boss.

Spider?

Keates?

You know her?

In a... sort of...

Yeah, she's Philly PD.

She was.

She's ATF now.
Special Agent Zoe Keates.

You want to get that gun out of my face
and come over here and give me a hug?

Nobody moves
until I get some answers.

Why don't you start by telling me
what the hell NCIS is doing here.

We're here taking down a terrorist.

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm your terrorist.

So, that's not Dorian Hobart.

That is Special Agent Marston,
our decoy.

When ATF got wind that Hobart was

recruiting explosives experts

for a domestic terror group,
I got assigned to track him down.

- What's NCIS want him for?
- Murder.

That's his wheelhouse.
Whose?

Valerie Barnes, wife of a Navy SEAL

listed on his Web site.
She was killed last night.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

But Hobart can't be your guy.

We captured him two months ago.

We kept the arrest under wraps in order
to maintain his online presence.

Checked out any potential threats.

Why not remove
Barnes from the hit list?

To maintain the site's authenticity.

If we knew that he or his family were
in danger, we would have stepped in.

His wife's dead.

Think you missed your cue.

Okay, look here, John Wayne.

You don't come into my house
and accuse me of not doing my job.

Why don't we just
settle down, back it up.

Like hell. I am damn
good at what I do.

I'm also professional enough
to admit when I've made a mistake,

but only when I've made one.

Our victim was shot with a .38.

Close range, single round,
at her residence.

What does that tell you,
Special Agent Keates?

It means it wasn't done
by an extremist group.

Terrorists have a flair for drama.

It's not just about killing,
it's about sending a message.

Look, your murder's too quiet.

You're going down the wrong path.

I agree.

- How are the ribs?
- They've been completely destroyed.

Yeah, sorry about that.

I thought you were an explosives expert.
I couldn't risk you hitting the switch.

And excessive force
always was your style.

Yeah? You never seemed to mind.

I'm sorry, how do you two
know each other?

- We were rookies together back in Philly.
- When did you work in Philadelphia?

I did a brief stint in Philly

before I went to Baltimore.

Commitment was never one
of Spider's strong suits.

Spider?

That was the nickname
the guys in the squad gave Tony.

You know, like in Goodfellas?

Except you had to do more
than fetch drinks and shine shoes, huh?

And it's a wonder I didn't stay.

No, you preferred
to tuck tail and run.

Look at you, same old biting wit.

Nothing much has changed, huh?

Why mess with perfection?

Commander Barnes is on his way in.

Let's go.

That's a good look on you, Keates.

Sorry for your loss.

You know, I always knew my job could
cost me my life. I prepared for that.

I never thought
it'd put my family in danger.

We don't know that it did.

The two might not be connected.

Wait, are you saying
that somebody...

purposely targeted my wife?

Think it's possible.

You know anyone she might
have had problems with?

Nobody I'm aware of.

What about changes in her behavior?

Changes? I don't know.

I'm gone ten months out of the year.

That makes me a damn good SEAL
but not the best husband.

Or father.

You better catch whoever did this,
Agent Gibbs.

- Find him before I do.
- Commander,

the only thing that you should be
focusing on is your daughter.

You let us handle the rest.

You're right.

Can I see her now?

Sure.

Abby, you rang?

I did. Think fast.

It's an aromatherapy heating pad.
I heard that Tony's

blast from the past
took you down kind of hard.

What?
She asked for an update.

What's with the dummies?

It's Tony and Special Agent Keates.
I was setting the scene for Abby.

Body position is
a universal language.

And from what I've been looking at,

these two have some serious history.

Yeah, from a firsthand account,
there was a definite spark.

Thoughts?

Well, Tony never
mentioned her before.

But Bishop's right.
I've never seen him

act like that around
someone since...

What?

It's complicated.

Well, Tony's clearly trying
to fill some void.

Maybe she's exactly what he needs.

- Someone familiar.
- I don't think a nice little push

in the right direction would hurt.

I'm in.

If I say yes, you promise
to change the subject?

Exhibit A...

our lone bullet.

- What happened to it?
- It's degraded ammunition.

Happens
when it isn't stored properly.

Once I catalog the pieces from
our crime scene and from our victim,

I'll be able to make
a 3-D image of our bullet.

Sort of a ballistics jigsaw puzzle.

If there's a bullet
in the system that matches,

then we'll be closer
to identifying our shooter.

Don't you just love science?

So, how long till we can go back
to the house?

At least a few days.

We'll be staying
at the Admiral Heights Hotel.

Could you let me know
if there's any news?

Sure you don't want
to take that fort with you?

I have my dad.
That's all I need.

Can't thank you enough
for keeping her safe.

Promise is a promise.

All right, Boss, I did some digging.

The old facial fracture
Ducky discovered

during Valerie Barnes' autopsy
was the work

of none other than George Burton.

- The serial killer?
- That's right.

Don't forget "enthusiastic cannibal".
This guy's crime scene photos would make

Hannibal Lecter shake
in his straitjacket.

What's the connection?

In 1999, Valerie worked as a forensic
psychiatrist in Maryland,

and Burton was an inmate.

He got loose during his pretrial
evaluation and

it was a close call.

Where is George Burton now?

Serving a life sentence

at Eastern State
Psychiatric Hospital.

Well, DiNozzo,
you just gave him his alibi.

Valerie cut off
all contact with Burton

after the attack
until two weeks ago.

Hospital confirmed
she paid him a visit

behind closed doors.

Well, isn't this
a pleasant surprise.

And who might you be?

I'm Very Special Agent
Anthony DiNozzo.

I do love Italian.

He's all yours, Boss.

Does the boss have a name?

That is disappointing.

How did she die?

We are talking about Valerie, right?

Who said she's dead?

Come on, I can see it
all over your faces.

You're thinking that I probably have
something to do with it.

Which is an understandable
assumption,

except for the glaringly obvious.

What we're thinking
is maybe you had one of

your unbalanced pen pals
do the job for you.

You flatter me.

I must have said it wrong.

No, I wouldn't have...

I wouldn't hurt Valerie.

She's one of the few people
I respected.

You have a funny way of showing it.

That was an unfortunate
little incident.

I thought that a little
outburst would...

would help my insanity plea.

But it wasn't personal.

I just...
Listen, if I wanted to kill her,

I would have killed her.
I did not want to kill her.

- Why is that?
- I told you. I respected her.

- Prove it.
- What did you have in mind, boss?

- Why'd Valerie come to see you?
- She had a issue with...

with a patient

whose behavior was
a little bit like mine.

Another killer?

- Much worse.
- Another sociopath.

You do your homework,

and I like that.

What kind of behavior?

I mean, sociopaths, we...

we just would do anything...

lie, manipulate,

anything...

to get what we want.

And anybody

who gets in the way

becomes an obstacle

to be eliminated.

How was Valerie an obstacle?

She went poking around
in the wrong head.

When a dog turns on its owner,

there's only one possible
course of action:

you put the dog down.

I ate mine.

Childhood memories are
the sweetest, aren't they?

What was her patient's name?

She didn't tell me.

But I do know

that she was scared.

Really, really scared.

More scared
than she ever was with me.

- No napping.
- McGee, we've been over

Valerie's patient files for hours
and haven't found a thing.

We're going on the word
of a convicted murderer.

- It's not exactly a reliable source.
- You'd be surprised.

Some of my best informants
are the worst scum imaginable.

Figured you would be working
this night.

Brought you a little pick-me-up.

And a peace offering for you.

Apple-bran muffin.

Thank you. That's my favorite.
How'd you know?

You fit the type:
uptight but regular.

- Thanks.
- So I felt bad about yesterday.

I called some of my contacts,
and they confirmed my suspicions.

There's been no chatter amongst

extremist groups
in regards to your victim.

Thanks for the Intel, but we've actually
been following up on a new lead.

Our victim was a psychiatrist,
so we're looking into her patients.

Killing to keep a dark secret.

People have done so for less.

I'm intrigued.

What else you got?

We compiled a list of all her patients
and found only six that had

any sort of history
of violent behavior.

Assault, domestic violence,
schizophrenia, PTSD, anger management.

Let me guess...
They all have rock-solid alibis?

Three of them are
at in-patient facilities,

two have ankle monitors,
and one has been out of the country.

The most dangerous criminals
are the ones you underestimate.

I would focus in on the patients
that fly under the radar.

The quietest mouse
always gets the cheese.

- I don't think that's a saying.
- Gotta go.

Good luck with the case.

I was just wondering...

for no particular reason...

what are your thoughts
on classic movie marathons

and home-cooked Italian meals?

I appreciate the offer...

but you're barking up
the wrong tree.

No, no, no, I wasn't...
I was just...

Smooth.

Hey, I got your 911 text.
What's going on?

No matter what happens
in the next few minutes,

just remember that hug.

Oh, boy.
What's up?

- We need to talk.
- Yeah...

- Words I'm never fond of hearing.
- Look.

I know that this past year has been

hard for you.

It's been hard for all of us.

But the thing is...
we've never talked about it.

- Not once.
- We don't have to.

See? That's the problem.

We do.

I know you, Tony.

The real you,

and the fake-happy-

- front-you-put-up you.
- Now, come on.

I am a happy dude.

I mean, I, like, radiate happiness.

That song, Happy, I...

That's baloney.

This whole random act
of dating shtick?

Nobody's buying it. Okay?

We know you're lonely,
and we know why.

Say it.

Come on, I can say it.
I know her name.

Okay, then let's stop dancing
around this whole thing.

We all miss her.
I love Ziva, but she left us.

She is gone.

And it hurts, and it sucks,

but that's reality
and you have to face it.

I have faced it.

Many, many times.

She said no.
She didn't want to come back.

That's that.

I have moved on from it.

But you haven't moved on from her.

And you can't keep putting
your life on hold

waiting for her to show up,
because...

she probably never will.

I know.

Doesn't make it any easier.

The truth is

I miss my friend.

You have friends here, too, Tony.
Don't forget.

I know.

Thanks, Abby.

Wait. Hold that thought.

Ballistics on our bullet?

And it's juicy.

The striation patterns
match a round from

a Colt.38 Super
that was already in the system.

- From another murder?
- The police report says

it was an accidental
firearms discharge

at a private residence.

No injuries reported,
no charges filed.

- Who's the gun registered to?
- Nathan Curtis.

This is why
I don't trust my neighbors.

Are you insane?

Valerie was my friend.
I didn't kill her.

Your Colt did.

Ballistics are a match.

What?

I haven't seen that gun since I...

Trust me,
you want to keep talking here.

It was a year ago.

I just left the corps,
and I was having trouble adjusting.

I was in a really dark place.

Firearm discharge
wasn't an accident.

I tried to take my own life,
but the gun misfired.

That's when I went to Valerie
for help.

She was treating you?

No, she couldn't, because
we were friends, but she set me up

- with one of her colleagues.
- Where's the Colt?

After the incident, I didn't trust
myself with the gun in the house,

so Val locked it up in her husband's
safe until I was ready to have it back.

Look, I swear,
I totally forgot about it.

Like you forgot about that argument
the two of you had last month?

Witnesses report
a very heated exchange

between you and Mrs. Barnes
outside Rachel's school.

People argue, Agent McGee.
It's not something you kill over.

Convince us.

Look, something was going on
between Val and Ryan.

She was on the edge
every time Ryan was around Rachel.

And when I saw bruises on Rachel,

- I confronted Val.
- Why didn't you report it?

Because she swore to me
I had it all wrong,

- that Ryan would never hurt Rachel.
- And you believed her?

She saved my life.

I owed her that much.

I was following up
with the Naval Special Warfare Group

on Ryan Barnes' alibi.

After the team racked out at 2300,

no one had a visual on him
until 0300 the next morning.

- The training grid?
- Prince William Forest.

Only 12 miles from their house
in Lake Ridge.

Easy trek for a SEAL.

Take DiNozzo, bring him in.

Front desk said Rachel and Ryan

checked in yesterday,
but no one's seen them since.

I usually suspect the spouse,
but I didn't see this one coming.

Maybe I'm getting too Zen.

Oh, this is it.

Big Bang Theory.

I've seen this one.

The Dungeons and Dragons with...

All right.

What are you waiting for?
Take the door.

Really?

Would you like a formal invitation?

No, no. I got it.

What are you doing?

It's harder than it looks.

Remember when they gave you
the key card at the front desk,

G.I. Jane?

Right.

Got it.

Clear.

Clear.

- Room doesn't even look touched.
- It wasn't.

No bags, no trash.

They didn't stay here.

Ryan played us.

He's gone.

No hits on Commander Barnes'
credit cards or phone.

- He know we're tracking him.
- What about Rachel's phone?

- She's ten.
- That's 16 in girl years.

Trust me, she's got a phone.

I'm on it.

BOLO's out. Airports, rail
and bus stations are on alert.

He's got at least a six-hour head start
on us. A lot of ground to cover.

We cover it.

You don't think he'd actually hurt
his own daughter, do you?

- I'm not waiting around to find out.
- I found them.

Rachel's cell phone
is actively pinging.

They're stopped at a rest area
on I-95 North.

Go! Send it to me.

I want to go home.

Don't worry, sweetie.
It's all gonna be over soon.

It's not wise to sneak up on me,
Agent Gibbs. I'm armed.

So are we.

Drop the weapon, Commander.

- Don't make this any worse.
- Worse?

My wife is dead.

Let Rachel go.

We'll talk about it.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

I don't know how it all got
so screwed up!

Not too late to fix things.

Yes, it is.

Think of your daughter.

Daddy?

I am.

And it's time to come clean...

for what I've done.

I killed my wife.

I'm very sorry, Rachel.

I'm so very sorry, sweetie.

I thought you'd gone for the night.

Something's not sitting
right with me, Duck.

That makes two of us.

Young Rachel Barnes'
medical records.

Several broken bones, multiple
lacerations, two concussions.

This child was the victim
of severe abuse.

It's more than disturbing.

What is it?

Dates in this hospital report.

They're all from when the commander
was deployed overseas.

So, our killer wasn't our abuser.

It's another mystery
for you to solve.

Sociopaths like George Burton,

they will go to any extreme
to get what they want.

Indeed.

They're impulsive,

have no regard for the consequences
of their actions,

not to mention
a total lack of remorse

that makes them very skillful
at deception.

But Valerie knew that,

and she did not go to the police.

She was protecting
someone closer to home.

Her husband may be
guilty of murder, but...

Commander Barnes doesn't exhibit

any clinical signs
of being a sociopath.

That's because
he's not our killer, Duck.

Are we gonna build another fort?

Playtime's over.

- What's wrong, Agent Gibbs?
- You haven't been honest with me.

What do you mean?

I went back by your house.

I did a little digging
under your fort.

I didn't have time
to bury it deeper.

I needed to get back
before Mr. Curtis realized I snuck out.

Tell me what happened.

- Don't look at me like that.
- I want to help you.

I can't help you

- if you don't let me.
- That's exactly what my mother said.

That she wanted to help me.

She was gonna send me
to a special hospital

in Montana for treatment.

I don't need help.

I hate that word.

And I hated her.

But you don't hate your dad,
though, do you?

Daddy didn't see what she did.

Things were always better
when he was around.

That's why you'd injure yourself?

So he'd come back?

Sometimes it worked.

But he'd never stay
as long as I wanted.

Unless your mom was gone.

Then he couldn't leave you.

It's her own fault.

All she ever did
was make me feel broken.

Getting rid of her
was the best solution.

Daddy didn't understand, either,
when I told him what I did.

He'll come around eventually.

I'm his sweet little girl.

Can I have another juice?

Tony, where's your costume?

What?
I told you I was going as Bruce Wayne.

No. You're supposed
to be going as Batman.

Same thing.

No, not when I'm going as Robin!
It's the Dynamic Duo.

How am I supposed to be
Robin without a Batman?

Double chin up.

Nobody puts the Boy Wonder
in a corner.

This is great. Now I'm gonna be the only
one at the party wearing spandex.

Not quite.

Hey, Sandra Dee.

Where's Danny?

Jake's meeting us at the party.
You guys ready to go?

Actually I have all this stuff
that I still have to do, but...

I'll see you there.

Okay. See you later.

Who knew?

Very interesting.

Hey, James Bond.

You all right?

I'm Bruce Wayne actually.

What? Rough day?

Rough year.

Exhausting.

Long story.

I got time.

Why don't you just act like we're back
walking our old beat again?

Where I ramble on about nonsense
and you listen patiently?

How else do you think I got
to be such a good interrogator?

I'm kind of curious.
You've been in D.C. for five years

and you never bothered to call me?
What's up with that?

Tony, I didn't know where you went.

One day, we were patrolling
River Drive, and the next...

you were just gone.

You just up and left.

Not a phone call.

Not a single word.

Forgot that part.

It wasn't you.

I know.

You needed to find your own way.

I never faulted you for that.

But I deserve better.

You are absolutely right.

And I am very sorry.

It's in the past.

I'm glad you found
what you were looking for.

Although it's not the most
soothing shade of orange

- but I guess I get the appeal.
- I know.

It's like working in a pumpkin.

But it's home.

How about you?
Did you find what you were looking for?

I'm kind of still
a work in progress.

Aren't we all?

I'll tell you what, Keates.

You and I have some catching up to do.
What do you say we take a walk?

Don't you have somewhere
you need to be?

It can wait. Think of it
as an honorary street patrol.

Except this time, you'll do the talking
and I'll do the listening.

We've never done that one before.

You clean up nice, Spider.

Any chance we can leave
that nickname in the past?

None whatsoever.
Get over yourself.

Just like old times.

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