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Dear Dad,

Merry Christmas Eve.

Because we usually end up saying
the wrong things when we talk,

in lieu of presents this year,
I'm writing a letter.

A blank page or a conversation
with you can be equally scary,

I am a published novelist.

I want to tell you about
an unusual case NCIS had last week,

a case that reminded me of you
because it was about rules.

And, in hindsight,
it's helped me realize a few things.

About you.

Me. Us.

So here goes.

It all started
with a news report last week...

WJGZ breaking news.

Good evening. I'm Guy Ross.
The nation's capital tonight

is experiencing
a city-wide Internet shutdown.

And WJGZ has just received word
that the interruption

of service may be the result of
a group of coordinated hackers.

Federal authorities say they are
looking into the matter,

but there is no immediate cause
for alarm,

which has many questioning:

is this a coincidence
or is the city under cyber attack?

Rule 39...

NCIS Season 12 Episode 10
House Rules

Synchro: Gaillots & Kujathemas

Rereading: Bruno

www.Team-NCIS.com
Web-Dl sync: Rie van de Buggy's

It's no secret you ruled
our house with an iron fist, Dad.

A coworker once made a comparison
to the film The Great Santini.

I won't name names, but it was Tony.

You've always questioned
my career choice at NCIS,

but I know you respect Agent Gibbs

as someone who lives by a set
of rules not to be broken.

For example...

- Where's McGee?
- I left messages

on his home phone, cell
and BlackBerry... no answer.

Rule number three:

�Never be unreachable.�

Boss, I'm sorry I'm late.

I couldn't hear my cell.
It won't happen again, Boss.

You're right, McGee.
It won't.

Ah, we were so close.

Yep, less than three hours

from being officially
on holiday leave.

A miracle that would've
been second only

to the birth of little baby Jesus.

Then we get a call
at 9:30 on a Saturday night.

Clearly you had big plans.

Are those your pajamas?

In winter, I put my sweats
in the dryer

just before bed,

so that when I get under the covers,
it's warm.

And Gibbs called and it felt
like a waste not to put 'em on.

Where were you, the shooting range?

Yes. On a date.

No �Silent Night� for you.

It will be now.

Okay. What do we know?

That the civilian Internet

and the military Intranet
are two separate things.

Yes. The wonderful
laypeople of Washington, DC,

may not have their computers,

but we can still Christmas shop
online.

And why we've been asked to help.

This is big, Gibbs.
A DDoS attack that crashes

all of DC takes a massive
coordination of users and botnets.

So...
pretend that this filing cabinet

is a local service provider,

and you want to access the Internet.

It's pretend, Boss.

Open it.

Except my computer is already
pretending to use that drawer.

Try another one.

I am also pretending
to use that drawer, too.

- Try another one.
- I don't like this game.

Okay, so now imagine hundreds
of hackers doing that

1,000 times a minute.

What is the point?

We don't know.
It's the calm before the storm.

What's the storm?

City infrastructure?
Taking out vital

transportation or power grids?

Or it could be
a targeted data breach.

Washington, DC,
is chock-full of targets.

Which is why cyber divisions
of the FBI, Homeland,

NSA, and Metro are all
on the highest alert.

Where is McGee?

- He is down in the cyber basement.
- Along with everyone else,

looking for answers.
Or a connection.

- Or a lead. Anything, really.
- It sounds like there are

enough people working
on this one right now, Boss.

Yeah, and my sweatpants

are getting cold.

Oh, I do hope
you aren't hinting at leaving.

- No,
- She was just talking...

- I'm not a computer...
- Break,

Break... does not start
until we figure out

what the hell is going on.

Find something!
Fast!

I'm gonna go out on a limb here
and say Abby's got something.

Abs, you got something?

Do you think I'd call you just to chat?
So, how was your date last night?

It was good. Never got a chance
to reload, though.

Okay, I'm sending you
something right now.

You're back already.

Yeah, cyber division
can handle this without me.

They kicked you out.

- So �click-y� down there.
- I know.

All they found was
the username of the guy

who was trying to get
all the hackers together to hit DC.

Message boards. I read them.
It's Krampus.

Involved in every major U.S.
hack in the last three years,

yet no one's been able
to get close enough to I.D. him.

Luckily, I have my research.

Vintage Krampus postcards.

- This is terrifying.
- It's German.

So St. Nicholas gives gifts
to the good kids,

and Krampus kidnaps
the bad ones and eats them?

America watered it down
to coal in a sock. Boring.

- Is this your research?
- No. I've been running down

Krampus' history of hacks and cracks

and phreaks and spams and smurfs and
general online mischief and identified

three people who've had past encounters
with our Christmas demon.

Person of interest A...

I.T. Kevin?

He dealt with Krampus attacks
when he was NCIS systems administrator.

Yeah, before he tried to sell
a computer virus to terrorists.

Person of interest B,
Heidi Partridge.

Kindergarten teacher
turned dark webmaster.

And allegedly sold goods

to a user named... wait for it,
wait for it... Krampus.

So who's number three?

Ajay Khan.

Former cyber terrorist.

This is the connection
we've been looking for.

These three can tell us
what Krampus has planned.

Abby, we either put these people
in prison or we made sure they stayed.

- It's a bad idea.
- No, it's not.

Yes, it is.

Gibbs knows that I speak their language.
He's gonna send me to talk to 'em.

I'm gonna be in charge.

This could be
the worst Christmas ever.

Come on, McGee,
let your Grinch heart grow.

Abby, listen, please, please
just keep this between us.

Listen, Boss, I know we need
to find this Krampus

before whatever he's planning happens.
But talking to hackers?

I mean, we're gonna go to each prison
and talk to three criminals

who aren't gonna answer
the questions we ask 'em.

I just...

I think it's a waste of time.

I agree.

Really?

Yes. Which is
why they're coming here.

Prison transports
will be here first thing.

What? There a problem, Tim?

No, Boss.
It's a great plan.

Tony's idea.

So Tony's taking lead on this?

No, you are.

You speak geek.

Anything to close this case

and open my vacation...
so go get your binary buddies

to cough up some info, will you?

Even if it means breaking
rule number one?

- Which one?
- Both.

Never put your suspects together,

and never screw over your partner.

Merry Krampus.

We talk a lot
about fathers at NCIS.

And for good reason.

As federal agents, we not only deal

with the legal code of justice...

we also have a personal code
of rights and wrongs,

instilled by our parents.

The disciplinary code

of Team Gibbs is
heavily influenced by our dads.

Gibbs learned from his father.

Tony's still trying
to figure out his.

I hear Bishop's dad
has rules of his own.

And Ziva's dad was, well,

not kosher.

But now with three criminal
computer hackers coming

into NCIS, it was my turn
to play the parent.

And I must admit, Dad, I saw
shades of you coming through.

What the hell is this?
They're all in one van?

Responsible government spending.

Oh, why start now?

I didn't actually think that
we were gonna break rule number one.

We use it to our advantage.
From what I understand, uh,

computer geeks can be
a little competitive.

- This sucks.
- When are we going back to prison?

Hey, guys.
Nice to see you.

We're missing
prisoner gift exchange.

And the holiday chow.

This is the only week
we get two rolls.

My gift exchange
isn't until Wednesday,

but I still need to shop
for my cell mate. He's very... picky.

- Shut up and get out of the truck.
- Line up outside the van.

Nobody say anything.
This is voluntary rendition.

My lawyer's checking in to make sure
that we're still in America!

Inside voices, children.

No talking, inmate.

Oh, I remember you.

You're just the computer nerd.

Who's really in charge here?

Not Agent Gibbs.

I'm not allowed to be
in his eyeline ever again.

No talking.

I'm the one in charge,

and you're gonna respect
this badge or else

you'll never...

get another roll again in your life.

Don't let 'em get to you.

Which is easier said than done.

That's why it's rule number ten.

When did you start caring
about the rules?

- My rules.
- Yeah? Which ones?

Rule ten.

Never get personally involved
on a case.

I think I killed someone, Tim.

I'm a federal agent.
I have a responsibility.

I didn't come to a federal agent.

I came to my big brother.

Forgive me, Director,
for not putting the integrity

of NCIS before my sister.

It won't happen again.

And this is...?

A peace offering while you're here.

Trade me.
These are too small and jingoistic.

No, actually, those are mine
from my locker. He won't want them.

Oh, I'd be more than happy to get
in your pants, Agent Bishop.

Imagine,

a horny computer geek.

It's an open invitation.

I can be hot
for kindergarten teacher.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Exactly what it says.

No CP for you and you and you.

It's also an obscure film reference...
Breakfast Club.

More old movies? Move on, man.

If we can't use computers, how are we
supposed to help you I.D. Krampus?

We can't anyway.

Because we don't know anything.

We talked about this
in the van, man.

Come on, Kev.
Don't side with them.

It's the first day
of prison all over again.

Come on, man.

Come on!

Only because it's true.
I wish I knew something to help.

Oh, come on!
Are you such hardened criminals

that you don't care
about anyone on the outside?

- You all know Krampus.
- Knew him.

People convicted of computer
crimes don't get Internet

privileges in jail,
and I've been in for over a year now.

Two years.

Three months, but the first
months are really hard.

Anyway,

the point is, boys and girls,
in Internet years,

we've been out of contact
with our world

and your hacker for decades.

Until we get computers,
or access to the MTAC.

The Internet's out citywide.

You wouldn't have brought us in

unless something bigger
was about to happen.

We might be willing
to figure out what that is.

Okay, got it.

The attack?
Do we know what it is?

It's over.

The Internet's back on?!

The real Internet,
for the huddled DC masses?

I didn't touch anything.

But it does mean the hackers get

to go back to jail,
which is great news.

It's weird news.

I mean, there were
no residual effects?

Bad guys didn't leave anything behind?
No viruses? Nothing?

No. I mean,
the attacks just slowed down

and then eventually stopped.

I'm running server tests now.

I don't know, McGee.

I feel like we're getting
played here, like we're gonna

wake up on Christmas morning,
and all the trees and presents

in Whoville are gonna be gone.

You have Christmas plans
with the family?

- Yep, the whole fam, including Dad.
- Oh, that's good.

So, are his chemotherapy
treatments working?

Oh, server test came back.

I knew it!

A single server farm
in Anacostia is still under attack.

Why would all the other attacks
just stop?

Unless we are being played.

Rules number 36 and 40.

And then, of course, there's
my favorite rule, number 36.

If you feel like
you're being played,

you probably are.

Gibbs mentioned rule 40.

If you think someone's out to get you,
he's.

This one is just addressed
to �NCIS Special Agent�.

I think that's mine, McGee.

Evacuate, get everybody out of here.

Suffering the consequences
of the rules is like

being sent to your room
without dinner.

You know, Dad, when you did that,

Mom always brought me a grilled
ham-and-cheese 20 minutes later.

But your punishments still stung.

However, as a kid, I never realized

that enforcing the rules
can feel just as bad.

You don't want to be the bad guy,

and whether you're sending kids
to their room

or criminals to prison,
sometimes it has to be done.

The citywide attack was just

Krampus's little helpers
causing a distraction

so he could hack a lone server.

We know what he's after.

- Congressional e-mails?
- Krampus wants to send a message

- to the naughty U.S. government.
- More leaked crotch pics!

Finally, truth in Washington.

Hey, government

e-mail accounts contain more
than just lewd selfies, okay?

There's deployments

and anti-terrorist strategy memos.

Giving ISIS a Christmas present
this good, they might convert.

- Good luck with that, sweet cheeks.
- Stop!

Thanks, Gibbs,
but I can handle myself.

No, not him. You.

They're not going anywhere.

Boss, they're-they're
talented hackers,

but we can't let
them near a computer.

How else are they gonna help?

Figure it out, McGee.

Don't waste good.

That's rule number five.

Sometimes it's hard
to tell the difference

between rules and punishments.

Go.

Where did Tony and the hot one go?

The team likely went to go check out
the server farm. Standard procedure.

You wish you were there, daddy-o?

Server technicians would have taken
the entire place offline

after NCIS discovered
it was the target.

Yeah, 12 hours later.

Krampus has the data. It's just a matter
of when he releases it. Get us online.

Or the Intel leaks, and the country sees
Congress's ineptitude.

Win-win.

If I were them, I wouldn't let you guys
near computers, either.

What? You were them,
which makes you a traitor.

If they move, shoot 'em.

If you're not gonna talk to us,
why the hell are we in here?

I want my two rolls!

Your "roll" is staying out
of the way.

Of course, rules are up
for interpretation.

Gibbs' rules aren't just
for being a good agent,

no more than your rules about not using
the kitchen for science projects

were about food safety, Dad.

So, the dead guy was
at the server farm?

Hooked up to a utility box.

Hacking servers using on-site data lines
is risky and unusual, but...

It possible?

It is that magic time of year
when anything's possible.

- Who is he?
- No I.D.

His prints aren't in the system.

You recognize him?

Boss, that's not how anonymous message
boards and hackers usually work.

No, don't recognize him.

Ducky's got the body in Autopsy?

Field trip!

Who wants to see a dead body?

What are you guys doing out here?
I told you to shoot 'em.

My idea, Tim.

Those are sorry excuses
for personal computers.

Nice monitors.

They're government issued.

By the First Continental Congress?

MTAC.
Bet the monitors are newer in there.

Not really.

Enough.

You're gonna identify the body.
Come on, bring 'em down.

Wait... Boss, you want them
to go to Autopsy?

They don't know
what each other look like.

It's anonymous, it's impersonal.

It's about to get very personal.

The mean
and very raggedy-looking Belsnickel,

Knecht Ruprecht
with his bag of ashes.

And the creature-like

Krampus with his rusty nails

and chains and bells.
I mean, what better way

to show the light
of Father Christmas

than to examine
the dark alternatives?

Cause of death, Duck?

Organs show signs of malnutrition
and enlargement.

They are consistent with exhaustion
and high blood pressure.

A heart attack is
not out of the question.

I read about a South Korean dude

who died from playing video games
for 27 days straight.

Urban legend.

No, no, no, what Mr. Khan
is saying is possible.

Prolonged lack of sleep
and improper nutrition

cause immense stresses on the body.

So, did this guy die while

extreme hacking the servers?

It's inconclusive thus far.

But I have estimated
the time of death

as late last night
or early this morning.

Krampus called in the threat
to the media at 10:00 a.m.

It's not him.

No, if he was hacking on-site,
he'd have a computer with him.

- Right.
- It would help I.D. him, Agent Gibbs.

In the snow, all night long.

Gonna need to be dried out before.

- Six to eight hours.
- More like 12.

Not if it's a solid-state drive.
It wouldn't take as long.

We can't afford to wait around
while Krampus

decides when and where to leak
the sensitive Intel.

This guy's not Krampus.
He works for him.

- A lackey.
- But if we can I.D. dead guy,

we connect him to Krampus, and...

Not that we care.

Never thought you did.

We're the bad guys, remember?

Even Santa Claus needs
a team of elves.

Another Gibbs rule.

Rule number 15:
always work as a team.

More left.

Come on.

It's about time.

I love you, McGee.

So, I guess this whole teamwork
thing is out the window?

No way!

Working together is always better.

Then why did Agent Gibbs
leave us down here?

And why won't you
let us into your lab?

Stay in the line of sight.

I'm confused.
Do you trust us or not?

It's like...

A Christmas Carol.

Scrooge was shown all the facts,
and what

he does with them is up to him.

So, we're-we're Scrooge? We're supposed
to just have a change of heart?

Because we don't know anything.

So, can we just skip
to Christmas future?

If only wishing made it so.

Another dead body?

No, it's my sister.

We're coordinating
Christmas presents.

You never did say

how your dad's doing

on his treatments.

Well, chemo worked until it didn't.

Surgery is our only option now.

Luckily, he's got one this week.

That's why you didn't want
to do all this.

McGee, you should have
said something.

It's a Christmas miracle!

Gonna want to see this.

- Are those...
- New computer monitors.

- How long have they been in there?
- This invoice is dated three years ago.

And it just says "Bullpen".

Your tax dollars is at work.

Can't talk given present company.

Because rules number three
and eight just came into play, Dad.

Rule number three:
don't believe what you're told.

Double check.

Rule number eight is going
to save you, McGee.

- Never date a co-worker?
- Never go anywhere without your knife.

- I thought that was nine.
- Never take anything for granted.

It's just occurred to me
that rules number three, eight

36 and 40 are the same thing.

And with two rule number ones
and two number threes,

I'm starting to question

that these are honest mistakes.

Is Gibbs making up these rules
as he goes?

Do all parents?

Heidi lied to us, Boss.
Turns out she was granted an hour

of unsupervised computer use,
for good behavior.

"Supervised" doesn't mean monitored.

- Pull prison computer records.
- Already did.

Heidi has been using
an anonymous message board.

The prison's site blocker missed it,
but I didn't.

- Who'd she talk to?
- Well,

I used the prison
computers' key logger,

so we only know what she typed.

Heidi played matchmaker.

Hooked him up with her underground
contacts to coordinate citywide attack.

- Location?
- More untraceable usernames.

But it does prove
that Heidi knows Krampus.

- She could lead us to him.
- Could, but hasn't.

No, not yet.

If you're lost, Dad, let me recap.

Sensitive Intel was stolen
from a downed Internet server

by a hacker named Krampus.

If leaked, national security
would be at risk.

So we brought
in three criminal hackers

to help track down Krampus,

although they've done anything but.

In fact,
we just discovered one of them

has been in recent contact with him,
and is fully aware of his plot.

Our only advantage is
that she doesn't know we're onto her.

Miss us already?

You have a call from your lawyer.
Come on.

Told you he'd check up.

The rest of you, no.
You're going to the conference room.

Did I accuse you of making up parenting
strategies as you went along, Dad?

I'm beginning
to understand the feeling,

because we were about to trust
a convicted cyber criminal.

Where's my phone call?

Wait a minute, there is no call
from my lawyer, is there?

Nope.

Sit down.

This another ruse?

Yes, it is.

But this time you'll be in on it.

What are you talking about?

Krampus is still out there,

so we're forced to be creative.

Like making me think
I was about to be murdered

by terrorists in Guantanamo Bay?

It worked.

- So, what, suddenly you trust me?
- Not in the least.

But we did find something
to barter with.

The only thing you've ever valued.

Money.

Sit down.

Prison visitation records show
that you've been meeting

with Internet security companies.

You looking to consult
from your prison cell?

Lot of money in it.

Plus, I'm bored.

So are a lot of other ex-hackers.

And only the trustworthy ones
land contracts.

Oh, I see,

but if I help you now...

We will make phone calls and put
in a good word at the federal agencies.

So it's hypothetical money.

Wait... just wait, wait!

Wait. God!

Fine.

- What do I have to do?
- Just do what you've been doing.

Being a pain in the ass.

And flirting with Heidi.

You stole this cell phone
from Agent Bishop

and you are going to let Heidi
use it to warn Krampus.

About?

Us.
We're going undercover online.

Finally.

But wait, so, why would she trust me?
Not think this is some kind of setup?

Because you're you, that's why.

Deal.

- I said we have a deal.
- It's on hold.

As a team,
there are rules we choose to ignore

because the benefits promise
to outweigh consequences.

Number 22 is one of them.

Rule number 22: Never,
ever bother Gibbs in interrogation.

Working.

I know you hate being interrupted during
an interrogation, but this is important.

- It better be.
- Gibbs. Hi.

Could I see you a second, Boss?

Never interrupt
an interrogation, McGee.

Gibbs, enter.

Quickly.

Can't be too careful with criminal
outlanders roaming the highlands.

You two got something?

Ducky and I have been working
to I.D. our server-farm snowman.

Cause of death wasn't simply
from prolonged

computer use,
but from a rare disease

called fatal familial insomnia.

Also known
as the inability to fall asleep.

When the disease
first presented itself,

it might've been seen as a bonus
to a hacker.

Until weeks of sleeplessness

took a toll on his body
and it shut down.

Usually the patient falls
into a coma and dies.

But, in this case,
heart failure got him first.

You said it was rare.

Our victim never reported
that he had the disease, but...

- His father did.
- Yep.

He died when his son
Lyle was five years old.

Lyle became a ward of New Jersey

until he came of age and became

a web designer
and a Krampus disciple.

Notify local police.

They're already at his apartment
collecting computers and cell phones,

and anything to lead us to Krampus.

Who, good news,
hasn't leaked any Intel.

Only because, bad news,
he's putting it up for bid.

Everyone from TMZ to ISIS
is licking their chops.

Can't wait for them to pay up, Abs.

Means the deal with Khan
still stands?

Unless you give me something first.

I have to admit that Abby
is another example

of a rule often broken by our team:

rule number 12.

Never date a co-worker.

Hello, Jethro.

He stay at your place?
You sleep in the coffin, McGee?

- I can't believe I slept in a coffin.
- Not just slept.

But every rule
exists for a reason...

Because it can come back
to bite you, or worse.

I found those nice new monitors
for you.

I thought we'd use them.

How do you read these things?

Look, don't make us regret
letting you in here.

I regret agreeing to the terms.

Okay, Maryland forensic lab just posted
a copy of Lyle Trigget's hard drive.

You type like an eighth-grader.

You smell like horny concrete.

- Tony, you can't do that.
- Why not?

If we create an undercover message
board alias to infiltrate chat rooms,

you can't make
your username Serpico73.

- Why not?
- Pacino was a cop.

That way,
they will never suspect me.

Girlfriend?

Sister.

Sarah, listen, I can't talk right now.
I'm in the middle of...

Wait, what?

When?

Why didn't he tell us?

I can't be there right now.

Talk to him.
I have to go.

That didn't sound like
Christmas-present coordination.

No, it didn't.

Told you, every word
these guys say is a lie.

It's not about presents, okay?

My father cancelled his surgery
and instead of me being there

to convince him otherwise,
I'm stuck here with all of you.

I need a bathroom break.

Agent Gibbs,

may I have a hall pass?

Door's right over there.

No detours.

Don't get lost.

Here's my chance.
Give me the phone.

Our deal.

Restrooms are right next
to each other. Come on.

Forget about it.

Dude, look, about your dad,
I'm sorry.

Okay, I am.

But I can do this.

What the hell are you doing?

Bathroom break.

I don't think they saw me.

What do you want?

To make out.

What's in it for me?

No activity yet.

You made a deal with Khan?

I think I would've been
a better option.

Phone's on.

Why is she using the camera?

Is this part of the plan?

He double-crossed us.

Like I said, Dad, a lot of things
can come back to bite you.

Gift exchange is over.

I was just getting started.

Tell me about it.

I need a cold shower.

That wasn't part of our deal.

You told her?

Like you said, I'm me.

Furlough free time is over.

I want a lawyer.

Gibbs' rule number 13.

Never involve lawyers.

Sorry.

Rule number 42:

Never accept an apology from someone
who just sucker-punched you.

Guess that visit to MTAC is out.

You mad, bro?

I'm disappointed.

I'm done with all of you.

A parent makes the rules to help.

But you can't force kids to follow them,
no matter how hard you try.

They have to make their own choices.

I suppose I owe you an apology
for those times, Dad.

Which is breaking
yet another rule, actually.

Douglas VonDorothy. AKA Krampus.

You found him?

Yes. With Abby.

Our dead guy in autopsy kept records
of his message board chats with Krampus.

They gave away personal details:
hobbies, regional indicators.

Info that you could track
on social media to get real names.

Only one of which had
a criminal record for computer crimes

and fit what we already
knew about Krampus.

Where is he?

Photos on his
EveryoneIEverMet.com profile

show him in Rice Lake, Wisconsin.

His parents own a cabin there.

It's cold, but isolated.

FBI field office in Chicago?

Make the call.

Let's just hope
he hasn't found a buyer yet.

Problem, Tim?

Always be specific when you lie.

People that hide online
know that better than anyone.

- Boss, this feels...
- Too easy?

If they show up
in Wisconsin and Krampus isn't there,

- he's gonna disappear with the Intel.
- Hold on.

Am I sending FBI SWAT to Wisconsin?

Let's ask her.

Who, Heidi?

Why would she talk now?

Show her who she's protecting.

Can you give that to someone else?

I can't take it anymore.

I said from the beginning
that this wasn't gonna work.

It's a waste of time.
These guys are criminals.

They're not worth it.

Rule 51.

Fifty-one?

What is...

I wrote it down once.

That's who you're protecting.

Anything you want to tell us before
the FBI get to Wisconsin and arrest him?

You still don't have
anything else to say?

You wanted to help.

Now's your chance.

- Read his record.
- Yes. Anything. Finally.

"Douglas VonDorothy:

"while not shutting down
cities as Krampus,

"uses other usernames to perpetrate
acts of online stalking.

"Gathering personal information
of ex-girlfriends or wives

"for the purpose of continued
harassment or slander."

Revenge porn.

- For hire.
- Don't listen.

This is a made-up file.

That's a photo of some guy from HR.
This is just a ruse to guilt-trip you.

This man also has
a history of hacking

the cell phones
of random high school girls

and holding embarrassing
pictures for ransom

or posting them online.

Most of these victims are underage.
Did this guy have a mother?

- This keeps going.
- That's enough for now.

This wasn't political
or someone seeking truth.

For once, the avatar
matches the man.

You're protecting a monster.

So what?
I thought you got him.

"So what?"

That's all you have to say?
How can someone

be so callous and cynical?
At Christmas?

You're a criminal,
too, Bob Cratchit.

Except I would give
anything to make up for it.

You two are just hopeless,
heartless humbugs.

Heidi, listen to me.

You made bad choices

and you were caught.
You're a criminal.

But not doing the right thing because
you have nothing to lose or gain?

That just makes you a bad person.

But that's not you, is it?

Kevin's wrong.

I was wrong.

It's okay to admit.

Rule number 51.

Sometimes you're wrong, Heidi.

Believe it or not,
before all of this,

I was a good teacher.

I taught my students
right and wrong.

To clean up their messes.

Krampus isn't in Wisconsin.

But you know where he is, don't you?

Left a mess I have to clean up now.

That happens to be rule number 45.

And what I slowly realized
Gibbs' rules are all about.

What they're meant to prevent.

Messes. Problems.
Screw-ups. Mistakes.

But when messes and problems happen,

the rules are also there
to protect us.

And because each of us
live by those rules,

we know that no matter
how many we break,

no matter how much we screw up,

there will be someone to save us.

Which is what Christmas
is about, too.

Someone giving us a second chance.

Like a parent.

A father.

FBI agents raided the Jacksonville
retirement community

where known hacker
Douglas VonDorothy lived

with his elderly parents,
under false names.

VonDorothy was arrested
and taken into custody.

I told you I'd get into MTAC.

Our Cyber and Special Operations
Division have recovered hard drives

thought to contain vital
security Intel stolen

from Washington, DC, Internet
servers late last night.

Nice, Tim.

The case helped me
recognize all the hard,

thankless work
you put in over the years.

That while I've learned
a lot from Gibbs,

it's only possible
because of how I was raised.

By you.

You may not have numbered
your rules, Dad, but...

they were meant to teach
the same lessons.

You taught me to always be prepared.

Always stand up for yourself.

Then go. I'm staying.

But if you're wrong, admit it.

I'm still leaving out a few, but...

maybe hitting them all
was too lofty a goal.

Dad, how can you say that?
It's not about you, sometimes.

I'm stubborn?
Gee, I wonder who I get that from?

We have the whole week off.
There are other agents here, Dad.

Look, I have to go.
I'll see you in an hour.

Notice anything different, McGeek?

We installed the new
computer monitors.

You touched my desk?

- It was their idea.
- We wanted to thank you.

- What? No, we...
- Don't say that out loud.

No, no, no. This monitor should
be more to the left and...

Okay, let's go to the van. Nobody
needs to see this part of Tim McGee.

- Come on, I.T. Kevin.
- Come on! You didn't bundle the cables?

What are you still
doing here, McGee?

Your dad made time for you.

Return the favor.

Postponing that surgery was
you doing everything you could

to make sure we had
this last holiday week together.

Not in the hospital room,
but as a family.

All of us.

Why you couldn't have said that
is beyond me.

But I guess I'm the one
who has to write a letter.

Communication was never
our strong suit, Dad.

And we haven't always
seen eye-to-eye.

But your rules,

my breaking of them,

our ensuing arguments,

the resulting punishments...

People will be arriving, Tim.

Just another minute, please?

Sure.

Every moment with you...

from growing up
to these last few days...

it meant something to me.

I've heard it takes a man
to make a man.

Well, you've helped make me one.

Before I say good-bye, Dad...

I just want to say thank you.

For everything.

Merry Christmas, Dad.

I love you.

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