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- JB, guess what.
- You know this is a manual

and not an automatic, right?

Give me a break, will you?

It's almost dawn.
I'm tired.

And I don't do a lot of driving
when I'm protecting your freedom.

Which includes the freedom
to mock your bad driving skills.

- With friends like you guys...
- You know we love you.

Yeah, we just like to show it
through soul-crushing ridicule.

Yeah, thank you, man.

I am wiped out.

JB, when's your leave over?

Next deployment
starts in a few days.

It's been fun being home, though.

I feel like I just got back.

Stop the bleeding...
just need to stay calm, all right?

Gonna be all right.

Gonna be fine. Stay with me.

- She can't breathe.
- We're gonna get you breathing again.

Help her!
You need to stay very still.

Help her!

This is gonna make it
easier for you, okay?

Now breathe.

NCIS Season 12 Episode 07
Semper Fortis

Synchro: Gaillots & Kujathemas.

Rereading: Bruno

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Thank you for bringing him home,
Officer. I promise

this will never happen again. What
did I tell you about throwing pennies

off the top
of the Washington Monument?

Tony, if only you were there
to catch them.

I would catch them like this.

Hi, Sergeant Burt.
So, what are you doing here so early?

Picking up or dropping off?

Abby and I had breakfast.
After...

I picked her up from her place.

Breakfast. What'd you have?

Sorry, I'm starving.
Thought I'd live vicariously.

- You're hungry, Bishop?
- She's always hungry.

I mean, don't let the probie's tiny,
unassuming frame fool you.

- She'll swallow you whole.
- I'm not afraid.

I'm not a cannibal, Tony.

Maybe that's why we never see Jake.
Maybe she ate him.

Or maybe he's just busy.

Or maybe you had him
with fava beans and a nice Chianti.

So, Burt, how are things going
between you and Abby?

Never met anyone like her,
Agent McGee.

It's been great.
She's great.

Beyond great.

Everything has just been...

- Great.
- Great?

Exactly.

We just click.

- You know?
- Yeah. Yeah, I know.

So, how long has
it been since everything

started being... great?

A couple of months.

Give or take, I guess.

I'm gonna be late
to my security briefing.

Gotta go. I'll see you guys later.

All right. Catch you on the flip side,
Mr. Two-months.

Poor bastard.

Yeah, I really liked him.
Tall, quiet.

Had a sort of Marlboro Man
quality to him.

Why are you two talking about Burt like
you're never going to see him again?

- Where's Burt going?
- Two months.

Copy that.

Grab your gear. Petty officer killed
in a possible hit-and-run.

Did I miss something?

What do you got?

Besides the crisp autumnal air,
the scent of dried oak leaves

and the knock-knock
of Old Man Winter

on Mother Nature's front door?

Yeah. Besides that.

Tragedy, I'm afraid.

Though, in this instance,
I'm glad the culprit is a slick road

and not a foolish texting fatality.

They said hit-and-run, no?

Local LEOs have one witness who might
have seen an SUV speeding away,

but it sounds sketchy.

Victim?

Petty Officer John Blaney Hicks.
He was a local.

Home on leave from the USS Winthrop.

Had two friends with him,
both civilian.

They were rushed to the hospital
in critical condition.

Looks like he lost control
of the vehicle,

took out a fence up there
and did a triple gainer down the hill.

- Skid marks?
- One set, leading off the road.

Fence post went
through the windshield.

Yeah, and the wound
on the petty officer's neck

suggests that it caused him
to bleed out.

Where'd all these bandages
come from?

I think I can answer that.

I found what appears
to be cornstarch

powder on the victim's wounds.

Cornstarch...
there's so many uses for cornstarch.

I remember my cousin Beatrice
used to make the best

orange and cranberry muffins,

she'd have me add just a pinch,
and it...

The medical gloves...
the EMTs probably tried to save him.

But it took EMTs
20 minutes to get here.

- Why would they bandage a dead man?
- They wouldn't.

Sergeant Sherman Harper,
Fairfax County PD.

Thanks for making the trek.

Fire department EMTs didn't do
a thing to your petty officer.

They responded to a 911 call,
when they got here,

he was bandaged up already.
Same with his friends.

Who tried to save them?

She did.

EMTs say
she was holding a trach tube

in the girl's throat
when they pulled up.

Who exactly is she?

Driver's license says
she's Anna Dillon.

Says she saw an SUV
bolt past her a mile back.

Got a little closer
and found the wreckage.

Insists she isn't saying
anything else without a lawyer.

Gonna bring her back to the station,
call a public defender.

Why, if she saved their lives?

Practicing medicine
without a license.

She's not a nurse, a doctor,
nor an EMT.

She could've killed someone.

Maybe she did.

- Got a job to do.
- Yeah, so do we.

- No good deed, huh?
- Yeah, doesn't seem right.

Non faciat malum,

ut inde veniat bonum.

�Do not do evil
in order that good may come.�

Corpsman!

Talk to me.

Petty Officer Third Class

John Blaney Hicks
was out late with friends.

Skid marks indicate his car
spun out and fatally crashed.

Passengers were Mary LaFleur
and Benjamin Koss.

Buddies from high school.

Mary is training to be
a dental hygienist.

Ben does construction and attends
a local junior college.

All three received in-field
medical attention from this woman,

former Navy Hospital Corpsman
Anna Dillon.

Dillon thought she saw
an SUV leaving the scene, but

couldn't offer any details.

Carries her medical kit
in her car like Marcus Welby.

Marcus who?

Navy corpsmen don't carry
a medical license.

Back home, she's no different
than a civilian.

- But she's trained.
- And has field experience.

She can't legally help.

- That's not right.
- Yeah, ya think?

That was the hospital.
Ben Koss is awake in ICU.

DiNozzo, take Bishop, go talk to him.
See what he remembers.

McGee, call Sergeant Harper.

Tell him we need to talk
to Anna Dillon.

Yeah, Duck, I'm on my way.

What's your educated opinion,
Doctor?

I think it's abundantly clear

that his left carotid artery
was severed by a fence post.

No, no, not about him.
I meant about Burt.

What do you think
of Abby's park police sergeant?

Your time would be better spent,
Mr. Palmer,

concerning yourself
with your own affairs.

Oh, I'm doing that, too.

You know, Breena's in nesting mode.

Constant projects around the house.

Move this, paint that,
build a hutch.

- I don't know what a hutch is.
- Fancy word for a cabinet.

What do you got?

I was just telling
our father-to-be here,

that a fence post partially
severed his carotid artery.

Yeah, but with the impact,
I doubt he ever knew what hit him.

Anna Dillon tried to stop
the bleeding.

Jethro, when we opened him up,
his body cavity was filled with blood.

Apparently our young heroine
was able to stop

the external bleeding,

but internally,
he was far too far gone.

Alcohol level?

Zero-point-zero.

�Sober as a judge.�

And his records show

no history of seizures
or drug abuse.

There was no medical reasons
for the vehicle to crash.

I can't believe JB is dead.

Where's Mary?

She's being prepped for surgery.

This is a nightmare.

So, Ben,
help us piece this together.

What happened?

A deer run across the road?
JB panic?

No, sir.

JB was rock solid.

The doctor said your memory
might be a little fuzzy.

My memory's just fine.

JB didn't lose control
of the vehicle.

We were hit by another car.

Someone ran us off the road.

- Anna Dillon was telling the truth.
- Did you see the other car?

Or get a look at the driver?

Is it possible that it was an SUV?

I remember...

feeling something clip
the back bumper,

and seeing the-the rear
of a car as we spun.

But after that...

I'm sorry,
I wish I could be more help.

No, you've done plenty.

The doctors said if it wasn't
for some woman

who came to the crash...

I wouldn't be here.

That's true.

She's a former Navy corpsman.

You know where I can reach her?

- I want to say thank you.
- Fairfax County Jail.

What else do we have on Anna Dillon?

She served two Fleet Marine Force
Corpsman tours in Afghanistan,

awarded a Bronze Star
for acts of heroism under fire,

saved 12 lives,

and performed over 30 additional
in-country procedures.

Currently works in the DC
school system as a janitor,

which is kind of like a war zone.

- What about the night of the crash?
- She'd just finished her shift.

She arrived at the site
moments after the collision.

That's when she saw an SUV
speeding away.

Why isn't she in here, McGee?

I called Sergeant Harper.

She's still being questioned
by Fairfax County P.D.

Go, get him on the phone.

You know, Boss,
according to Anna Dillon's records,

she called 911 and used OnStar
the second she got there.

Anna Dillon knew

that she was going to be
in trouble and she did it anyway.

Anna's being officially charged.

County prosecutor's
already on the way.

When you want out, just let me know.

Ready to talk, Petty Officer?

I'm still waiting for a lawyer.

Public defender?

Don't hold your breath.

Well, you're NCIS. They'd tell me
not to talk to you, either.

Yeah, maybe.

So?

They won't understand.
They don't know who you are,

they don't know what you've done.

We want to help.

I'm glad to hear that,
but it's too late, sir.

I called 911.

I tried to help those kids
and one's dead.

Yeah, but two are alive
because of you.

There should be three.
I hesitated.

Can't blame yourself.

He was alive when I got there.

He was dead when I left.

I know I could have done more.

Sit down.

Why not run, Dillon?

- Why take the fall?
- I thought about it.

Yeah... but you stayed.

I had to.

I'm trained to.

I gotta say, this is not
exactly the vision I had for my future.

Only damn difference between me and
those EMTs is the car we drove up in.

And the law.

I have the training, you know that.

Ever since I got out,
I can't get a single job in the field.

I've been saving to go
to medical school.

But even if I'm cleared,

you think anyone will accept me
with this on my record?

I learned the same as the Army
and the Air Force medics,

and for some reason,
they come out EMT-Basic,

and-and they could have
legally saved those kids.

Why can't I?

Gibbs,
what do you think you're doing?

She hasn't been charged
with a crime yet.

She's being detained
for the prosecutor,

- who's on his way.
- No.

Not anymore.

- You make a call?
- No, not me.

U.S. Attorney
for the Eastern District.

I know she's former Navy.

JB was Navy, too.

I respect the uniform
more than you know.

But she shouldn't have touched them.

- She should have waited for help.
- Waited?

- Waited and watched them die?
- Miss, I'm not saying it's right.

- But you broke the law.
- Why are you doing this?

Why aren't you looking
for who caused this crash?

- It was an accident.
- No, it wasn't.

Sergeant, look...

we all want to solve this case,

but we need her help to do it.

You want to question her?
You do it here.

Use my office, whatever you need.

This isn't about questioning.

This is about doing what's right.

Mary LaFleur,
a passenger in that car,

just got out of surgery.

She may be paralyzed.

Your corpsman moved her
after the crash.

I did everything right.

Talk to the EMTs.
You can't blame me for that.

I know Mary's parents.

I have to answer
for what was done to her.

You looking for answers

or you looking
for someone to pin it on?

You're a smart man.

I won't argue with you.

But you know where this is headed.

You can't change the law.

No, we can't.

But we can fight like hell
and we can try.

I didn't know you come here, Gibbs.

Pretty good cup
of coffee though, huh?

- Our little secret, right?
- Right.

See you, Norvell.

Why do you insist
on meeting me here?

And don't tell me it's the food.

Good people.

Honest people.

Hungry people.

The club sandwich isn't half bad.

I'm sorry about your dad.

He would've loved to have met you.

Rumor has it he was
as challenging as his son.

Yeah, well,
there's an understatement.

I like a good challenge.

Former Navy corpsman
tried to save lives.

Now she's facing legal charges.

Flaw in the system.

System needs to be fixed.

Well, a lot of folks
would agree, but

- what can I do to help?
- She needs a lawyer.

Carrie, she need a good lawyer.
She needs you.

- We won't win.
- I know that, but

you can lessen the charges,
and we take the fight to them.

And then what?

Then you tell me
the right people to talk to.

But right now...

we're all she's got.

After what she did for her country,

she deserves some support.

Well, you will owe me.

Well, I've been there before.

Fries have gotten better.

Corpsman up!

Hold this down, Marine!

All right, hold this, too.
Give me your weight.

Corpsman!

You're going to be fine.

Save me.

I'm sorry...

where were we?

Finished, just need you
to sign your statement.

Hey, Boss.
We're all done here.

Wish I could remember
more about the SUV.

- I'm not being much help to anybody.
- All right, we better get moving.

We're gonna fight traffic
all the way back to Fairfax.

She's staying here.

The U.S. Attorney only
granted us temporary...

She stays here.

"These aren't the droids
we're looking for".

So what now?

I get it, you don't like to talk, but
give me a hint as to what we're doing.

Clearing some things up.

Hello, Jethro.

To what do I owe the honor?

Duck, Former Hospital Corpsman,
Anna Dillon.

A kindred spirit.

Donald Mallard, former RAMC.

- We need to see the petty officer.
- Of course.

Right this way.

Petty Officer Third Class
John Blaney Hicks.

Corpsman Dillon thinks
he should have lived.

I see.

Young lady, the petty officer

lost more blood in the first
ten seconds after the crash

than ever could have been
compensated for.

I hesitated.

If I was quicker...

The only thing that could've
saved this man's life

is if he never got into the accident
in the first place.

- But I...
- You didn't let him die alone.

That's all anyone could have done.

As my commanding officer once said,

after a particularly
ferocious battle,

"You didn't fire the shot,

"so you can't blame yourself
for those you lose.

You can't save everyone."

We need your help.
Please tell us you have something.

- I have something.
- Wait,

- You say that because I asked you to?
- Yes.

- But also because I found something.
- We'll take it.

We know from Ben Koss
that Petty Officer Hicks' vehicle

was rear-ended.
There was no paint left behind

and I can't trace a dent.

But?

- Please say there's a but.
- There's a but.

- You saying that cause I asked you to?
- Please, just get to the point.

The point is there was paint
left behind. See?

All I see is silver.

Well, the original

was Silver 266

and our intruder is Silver 272.

And when the light hits the additional
metallic fleck, it's clear.

I mean, they're totally different.

All right, just trust me.

And remind me to never consult
any of you on interior design.

We need to match
the model 266 or 272.

- Probably go to the DMV...
- It's an old color.

There's five currently
registered in Fairfax County.

- Nice work, Abby.
- Sweet!

- What?
- I know what you're thinking of doing

and I just want you to know
that I think it's premature.

Okay, McGee,
I know that we used to...

and we don't anymore,
and it's been a long time.

But this is kind of private

and sort of none
of your business, so...

Abby, come on.

If I want to break up with Burt,
that is my decision.

Now, shoo... I have work to do.

Oh, McGee, please!

You smell that?

- Motor oil?
- Nothing quite like it.

Diesel fuel.
Axel grease.

I love it.

What?

You're weird.

Can I help you?

- Dave Lancellotti?
- Who's asking?

- Got questions about your silver truck.
- What about it?

There was a hit-and-run yesterday and
your vehicle matches the description.

That's crazy. It's been locked up
all week, around back.

I only use it to haul Bridget, here.
As you can see,

- my girl is in no shape for racing.
- We still need to see the truck.

No problem.

- Know anything about racing?
- I grew up at the track.

- Three brothers.
- Where you been all my life?

She's been fighting crime
and ridding the world of terror.

Not to mention, she's married.

- Where's the truck, Dave?
- What the hell...

I swear it was here.

Where were you last night,
Mr. Lancellotti?

At the Manchester Pub.

- Somebody stole my truck.
- Yeah, maybe. Or not.

Look, call the pub. Woody Ross
is the bartender. He'll vouch for me.

For your sake, I hope he does.

You should eat.

Don't worry about it.

I haven't had a chance to catch
my breath since this all started.

Thank you.

Thank you, Dillon.

Not enough people have been
saying that lately.

Thank you.

Where you from?

Originally?
Virginia Beach.

Parents?

My Dad was a manufacturer's rep...

kind of like a salesman.

Mom was a nurse.

Raised their daughter right.

- They'd be proud.
- Yeah... yeah, they were.

Sir, I just want a chance...

you know, to do what I'm good at.

When I saw that crash...

those kids...

it all just kicked in,

and I knew...
I knew what I needed to do.

What you had to do, Doc.

- Hello.
- Anna, this is Carrie Clark.

A lawyer.

Knows about the Navy.

Knows about you.

Agent Gibbs told me all about you
and about what happened,

and I'm here to help,
if you'll let me.

Hey! You're here early.

I wanted to catch a worm.
Where you been all morning?

Well, you know me,
McEarly Bird Special.

I like to work late,
burn the midnight oil.

We ran down
Dave Lancellotti's alibi.

Please tell me it fell through.

Woody the bartender vouched for him,
right after he hit on Bishop.

Something isn't right here.

You got an answer?

Take a look, Boss.

Dave Lancellotti's a semi-pro racer.

He has a Web site
and a bit of a following.

Judging by the comments section,
he's a hothead on the track.

There's half a dozen fight
videos here, posted by fans.

There.

There's Lancellotti.

Freeze it.

- You wrecked my car!
- That is...

One of the survivors from the crash.
Lancellotti certainly had motive.

The accident?
I already told you everything I know.

- Different accident.
- We're talking about the racetrack.

What was the fight about
between you and Dave Lancellotti?

Think he has
something to do with this?

Don't know.

Dave fights with everyone
after a wreck on the track...

but he's a decent guy otherwise,
loyal to a fault.

Just not the best driver that day.

- How so?
- The track was wide open.

I was looking
for a fast groove when,

out of nowhere, Dave bumps my tail.

We both spun out,
hit the outside rail.

That sounds familiar.

This is loud!

Really?

You wouldn't find this
relaxing on the drive home?

Hey, can you turn this down?

18-inch tubes, man.
That's high-end stuff.

What?

Can I help you with something,
sweetheart?

We're looking for David Lancellotti.

Well, that's too bad.

I was kind of hoping
you'd be looking for me.

I'm sorry.
And you are?

Bennett Jemaine, at your service.

- What's this about, guys?
- Lancellotti works here, right?

Part-time. Why?

Any idea where he is?

Who knows?

Dave got kind of antsy-pantsy
when you guys paid him a visit.

We know about that.
Co-workers talk.

You want to go ahead and define
"antsy-pantsy"?

Upset a lot of people
when you guys said Dave

might have something to do
with the death of that Navy kid.

You wouldn't happen to be
the female agent that got into it

with Woody over at Manchester's Pub
last night, would you?

He wasn't so happy with me.

There may have been
a few peanut bowls thrown.

I wouldn't take that too personally.

We know Dave's truck is missing.

You really wanna be a good friend,
tell us what you know.

Last time I saw Dave
was a couple hours ago.

Said he had to clear his head.
That's all I know.

I got your text. What's so important
it couldn't wait until you were out?

What? I didn't text you.

- Yes, you did.
- I did.

We need to talk.

You know, the "men" in "men's room"

is more of a rule
than a suggestion, probie.

You two always
get to go off giggling

to the urinal together
and I always get left out.

So we're gonna talk,
and we're gonna do it here.

But make it quick.

You two know something
about Abby and Burt.

Talk.

Remember, I was NSA.

I know how to find out
your darkest secrets.

Gibbs has rules,

we all know that, but Abby...

has ideas about dating.

Tony, it's a secret.

If it's so secret,
how do you know about them?

That's a very good question.

I'll guard the door.

All right...

You should probably know
that Abby and I used to date.

- Like, each other?
- Yeah.

Wait, isn't
that a violation of Rule 12?

- Never...
- It was a long time ago.

After we had broken up,
one night, I went to her lab,

found a scribbled
piece of paper, a list.

Potential boyfriends had
to fulfill certain conditions

by a prearranged date,
or else good-bye.

Such as...

Things start off relatively normal:
opening the door for her,

flowers, putting the seat down...

Then, around number eight...

it gets...

What?

- Does she know you have these?
- She wasn't happy when she found out.

These are all very...

specific.

- These ideas apply to you?
- No.

Those rules weren't in place
when we were together.

At least, I don't think so...

And what's
with the two-month cut-off?

Abby's sabotaging herself.

I've seen stuff like this before.
We have to talk to her.

No.
You cannot say a word.

If you say anything,
Abby'll know I told you.

Trust us, Bishop.

The Abby dating world is a vortex
you do not want to get sucked into.

Sometimes it's complicated.

Just let Abby be Abby.

I spent all night looking
through relevant statutes.

And?

You know what you did was illegal.
You were caught

holding a tracheotomy tube
in a girl's throat.

And she saved two lives.

She did what the Navy trained her to do.
That's got to count for something.

If she was in the Army
or in the Air Force, yes.

She would be EMT-Basic certified.

But Navy training doesn't
fall under state licensure.

So I'm going to jail
for a technicality?

Not if I can help it.

I think that our best move
is to admit what you did.

- Go after the law itself?
- Exactly.

This wasn't intended
to prosecute people like you.

We present our case,
tell them about your training

that you saw three kids dying
that you knew that you could help.

Throw in your testimony
about the hit-and-run.

If we can get the Navy
and the victims' families on your side,

we stand a chance.

- I'll set it up.
- Set what up?

Boss, I'm sorry. He was waiting for you
in the squad room.

It's all right.

Go with McGee.

Anna has the right to an attorney.

Ma'am, you know the law.

Please tell me you're not
going along with this.

- We're still looking for a killer.
- Like Dave Lancellotti?

You're barking up the wrong tree,
Agent Gibbs.

I know the guy, we're all locals.

Dave may be a hothead,
but he's no killer.

He's a hothead
no one has heard from.

Look, Sergeant,
we know that you want answers.

We want answers, too.

Just make sure that we're
punishing the right person.

LoJack on Lancellotti's
truck just lit up.

- Get a location?
- Parked, not moving.

- Think we got him.
- Call you later.

- What about Anna Dillon?
- What about her?

I want your word.
When this is done,

- you let me do my job.
- Sergeant, we will all do our jobs.

I'm coming, too.

Pickup's got a cap.

Explains why Anna thought
it was an SUV.

Let's move.

Keep your eyes on him, Bishop.

Guess I was wrong.

More trouble, Mr. Palmer?

It's Breena. She's asking me
to bring home milk and cookies.

And pepperoni.

And tuna fish.

I hope she doesn't mean
pepperoni flavored tuna fish.

Yes, well, strange cravings

are very common
in this stage of pregnancy.

Last week, she used chocolate milk
to make mashed potatoes.

I love that. Got me through
my first year of boarding school.

- Anything on our dead guy?
- Well, suffice to say,

a gunshot wound to the temple
that caused

catastrophic damage
to the underlying tissue.

- I think that was sort of the point.
- But not for the reason you surmise.

We found skin and hair fragments
under the victim's fingernails.

He touched the wound
after the gun went off?

The only thing he could've done
after the gun discharged was twitch.

The gunshot wound was used to cover up
a fatal blow to the temple, probably

a metal pipe or a wrench.

Mr. Lancellotti's death was made
to look like a suicide.

There was a wrench in the toolbox
in the back of the pickup.

Well, then, I suggest you go

and have Abby test it.

I always knew when JB joined the Navy,
there was a chance he wouldn't come back

but to have it happen this way...

When his mother passed away,

that boy was all I had.

Now he's gone.

We can't begin to imagine
what you're going through, Mr. Hicks.

You're the one?

The one who stopped and helped?

- They said you used to be a medic?
- A hospital corpsman.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

- Mr. Hicks...
- Call me John.

When I first got there,
JB could hardly speak.

But even still,
all he cared about was his friends.

He told me to help them.

Help them first.

He was courageous
all the way to the end.

And you should be proud.

I was proud of JB his whole life.

Is it true...

that you've been arrested?

Anna is facing
potential jail time, yes.

That can't be right.

- She saved those kids' lives.
- It might not be right,

but it's the law.

Anna needs your help, Mr. Hicks.

Say the word.

Whatever she needs.

I heard you found the DNA
on that wrench.

Yep, two samples and some blood.

Somebody tried to wash it off, but

you know.

- When you're good, you're good, Abs.
- That's right.

I already got the results back
on the business end of this baby.

Definitely the murder weapon.

I'm just waiting on results
from the other sample.

It should be any second now.

Well, you know,
a watched DNA never dings.

We should talk.

- What do you wanna talk about?
- Not Burt.

Saved by the bell.

DNA match from the Navy database.

- From the Navy?
- Yep, and the winner is...

Our car stereo guy,
aka Petty Officer Bennett Jemaine.

Barely made it through basic

before being
shipped out to Afghanistan.

He was dishonorably discharged
not long after making petty officer.

Fellow sailor found drugs
in his bunk, turned him in.

Petty Officer Hicks.

Boss, are you sure standing here
is such a good idea?

I like it.

Very Clint Eastwood circa '77.

- How do you know he'll come this way?
- Small town.

One road in, one road out.

- What if he doesn't stop?
- He'll stop.

You sure?

Eventually.

Let me see your hands!

Auto club.
Need a lift there, Bennett?

You're under arrest, sweetheart.

Thanks.

That was the hospital.

Mary LaFleur's condition
is improving.

It's gonna be a long road,
but doctors think she'll walk again.

- That's good news.
- So, what happens with Anna now?

Still practiced without a license.

Last time I checked,
that is still illegal.

If there's a way to fix it,
Gibbs and Carrie will find it.

Let's hope so.
Probie, drinks on you?

You look nice.

Thanks.

I have a date with Burt.

I'm assuming you're gonna break up
with him, cause of the two-month thing?

McGee, please don't make me talk
about this.

Abby, look, you can't get rid
of Burt for not doing something

he doesn't even know about.

He's been good for you.

He has.

But, I mean, maybe...

when I meet the right guy, then the two
month thing won't matter anymore.

All I'm saying is give Burt
an extension. You never know.

When you and I were...

Did all this stuff apply?

I guess we'll never know.

Hey, guys.

- Hey.
- Is everything okay?

Everything is great.

Good night, Agent McGee.

Good night.

She said she'd get in touch by 8:00.
It's 7:55.

She's not late yet.

This is killing me.

Carrie's a pro.

- She'll get you a good deal.
- I know, I know,

And I appreciate what you both
are doing for me, but...

my life is on the line.

Come here.

Hold this.

With the grain, back and forth.

Smooth, always with the grain.

You think this will help?

Helps me. Keep sanding.

I've been at the Fairfax County
prosecutor's office all evening.

I didn't want to tell you
until I was sure it was official.

We have a deal?

We do.

And?

The attorney reduced the charges.
All you owe is community service.

What?

How?

Victims' parents, all of them,
they went to Sergeant Harper.

JB's dad said that you were a hero,
that you deserved a commendation,

not jail time.

Oh, my God...

This is amazing.

Go to school, Dillon.

Get certified.

Keep helping people.

What can I do to thank you?

We should be thanking you, Doc.

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