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Damn it!

Not here. Leave a message.

Vince, it's me.

I need to talk to you.

Call me when you get this.

Oh, come on.

Hello?

Somebody there?

Loki.

You scared me half to death.

Go on, get inside.

Loki, I thought I told you to...

♪ NCIS 12x13 ♪
We Build, We Fight
Original Air Date on February 3, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Okay, open mine. Open mine.

Oh.

Oh.

Baby's first
lab coat.

Yay.
Oh.

Uh, is it made of, um...?

100% cotton, yes.

And did you....?

And I removed all
the buttons, yes.

Choking hazard
averted.

A-plus, Abby.
- Oh, no!

You started without
me. Sorry I'm late.

Tony, we thought
you forgot.

Au contraire, McFrère.

I wouldn't have missed this.

Been looking forward
to it for weeks.

Mama Gremlin, Papa Gremlin,

this basket's for you.

Thank you, Tony.

Let's see. Uh...

Uh, industrial-grade earplugs?

Yes, those are gonna
come in handy.

Babies are loud.

Bottle of Bordeaux.

And, um...

hundred dollars in cash.

Tony, those are terrible gifts.

Never knock the DiNozzo
parenting method.

I mean,

look how I turned out.

Um,

babe?
Mm?

Will you please
go get me some water?

Sure, but, you know,
actually, the, uh...

the pH levels up here are
really high, so don't panic.

I have an emergency
stash down in Autopsy.

Okay.

Listen up, guys,
I need your help.

What's wrong?

It's Jimmy.
He's driving me crazy.

He-he won't let me eat
or drink anything

until he checks to make sure
it's safe for the baby.

Oh, I mean, he's
just being cautious.

All I want is peace and quiet.

And a cheeseburger.

You guys have
to help me.

I mean, make up a case
or something.

Yeah, it doesn't really
work that way.

Grab your gear. Dead navy
lieutenant in Falls Church.

Oh, thank God.

I mean... Sorry.
That-That's awful.

What do you got, Duck?

Uh, gunshot wounds
to the chest.

Three by the look of it.

What on earth is
holding Mr. Palmer?

You got anything else?
Yeah.

It appears our victim engaged
in a bout of fisticuffs.

If it was with his killer,

we may be able to pull DNA.

Time of death, Duck?

Uh, around midnight
last night.

Boss, we got a boot print.

Shooter didn't police

his brass.

Three .22 casings.

Hmm. Not exactly dealing
with a pro.

Well, he was
smart enough

to use a silencer.

Police had reports
of no gunfire.

- Victim?
- Navy Lieutenant

Eric Kutzler, 28.

Seabee assigned him
to Naval Support Unit

for the State
Department.

Witnesses?
Well,

there was the
neighbor's dog

whose name is "Lockey."

It's "Loki."

Loki, as in the prince
of Asgard?

The god of mischief?

From the Thor comics, Tony.

Thor. The nerds
are taking over.

It's just you and me now, boss.

I'm-I'm gonna
go check the...

gonna check the house.

I'll question the neighbors.

I'm gonna go take
photos someplace else.

Looks like a broken
drinking glass.

Could be from a struggle.

But, hmm, nothing else
looks tossed.

Not exactly.

Check this out.

Well, that's blood.

From what?

I think we found the source of
our victim's battered knuckles.

You were the first officer
on the scene?

That's correct.

What time was that?
Uh,

I'm not certain.

I-I got off shift, um,
a little after 8:00. Uh...

Off shift?

I checked his vitals...

but I knew... he was gone.

You knew the victim?

He's my husband.

I left for work last
night around 7:00,

and Eric wa-was fine.

Everything was normal.

He called my cell
at around midnight...

...but I didn't get the message
till this morning.

Well, if you think of
anything, you have my card.

Excuse me a minute. McGee.

It's Gibbs.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

Kutzler's husband...
Right.

Jethro.

Hollis.

Leon.

Now that roll call is over,
shall we move on to business?

Hollis was sent by the DoD

to assist
with your investigation, Gibbs.

Hell of a winter, huh?

What's, uh, DoD's interest
in the case?

Lieutenant Kutzler.

He'd been on our
radar for some time,

and I'd been investigating
him for the last two weeks.

Investigating him for what?

He was being vetted.

Lieutenant Kutzler is
in consideration

for the Medal of Honor.

Gibbs and Hollis Mann,

both in the
director's office.

You know what this means?

That she's helping
with our case?

Think bigger
picture, Bishop.

You know how on edge
Gibbs has been lately.

Well, yeah, since Diane's death,
he's had a lot on his mind.

Exactly.

And he's not gonna talk to us
about his feelings and emotions.

But Hollis Mann-- she speaks
his monosyllabic language.

She's our Gibbs whisperer.

Ah. How did you...?

Update.

Uh...

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Let's go.
Just...

Our victim is Eric Kutzler,
a lieutenant

in the Navy
Construction Battalion.

I spoke to his supervisor
at the State Department.

Kutzler was new to the command,

reported there five months ago.

Prior to that,
he spent 18 months

at Walter Reed, recovering

from injuries sustained
in Afghanistan.

Click the thing.

Kutzler's Seabees
unit was on a

humanitarian mission in
the Punjab Province when

they were ambushed.
And while they were pinned down

waiting for air support,

an enemy grenade
penetrated their ranks.

Kutzler threw himself over it,

saving the lives
of two of his men.

He jumped on a live grenade
and survived?

Almost didn't.

Kutzler was a fighter.

And a hero.

Who someone was targeting.

Well, Kutzler made a name
for himself back in 2011.

He spoke at several rallies

in the months leading up to the
repeal of Don't Ask Don't Tell.

Which is why

there are so many eyes
on his nomination.

Kutzler would be the first
openly gay service member

to receive the Medal of Honor.

You think this
was a hate crime?

Some people
don't like change.

So, where are we on suspects?

We?

You're not here to investigate
Kutzler's murder.

The DoD has a vested interest
in this case, Jethro.

I'll be sticking around.

Blood delivery
for Miss Abby Sciuto.

He just walked in.

She's talking
to Breena.

Breena says don't be angry,

but she went to
Beltway Burger.

No!

Uh-huh.

All right,
I'll tell him.

Okay. Bye, Breena.

What? What? Tell me what.

Abby, what else?
What? What?

She didn't...

It's okay.

Breena's fine.

Breathe.

Good. Now hurry up

and get to the hospital
because Breena is in labor.

Jimmy, did you
hear what she said?

She just said
Breena's having a baby.

I think you broke him.
What do we do?

Baby go bag!

I need my baby go bag!

Uh, this is not a drill!

Incoming! Father
coming through!

Good luck, Jimmy!
Good job, Gibbs.

What do we got?

Uh, Big Brother,
or more like

Big Brother's distant
relatives, twice removed.

She means, uh,
surveillance footage

from Kutzler's next-door
neighbor's security system.

His backyard camera had
a direct line of sight

to where
Kutzler was shot.

Do we have the
killer on tape?

On tape?

Well, no, not tape

since, like, the 1990s,
but we have footage.

That's all you see.

The killer never
faced the camera.

What else?

Vince Armstrong stated
that he arrived home,

found Kutzler's body,

then he immediately
called 911.

We, this footage shows that
at 8:26 a.m., he finds the body,

goes back into the house,

and does not
call the police.

911 logs his call at 8:48 a.m.

That's 20 minutes later.

Armstrong lied to us, boss.

Where is he?
He's with a CACO officer.

I've answered
all your questions.

Why aren't you out
canvassing the neighborhood?

Well, here's what's sticking
for us, Vince.

You find your husband
dead and then you decide

to take a 20-minute
breather before

calling 911-- that
doesn't look good for you.

I was in shock.

You and Kutzler having issues?

Any heated arguments
between you two?

Of course-- we're married.

Fair enough.

What about that cut
under your eye?

Got it pulling over
a drunk driver.

No one's ever taken
a swing at you on the job?

I find that very
hard to believe.

You do have a face
people naturally dislike.

What?
Check my dash cam

if you don't believe me.

Yeah, we're gonna
get to that. But first, um,

why don't you tell us
about your discharge

from the Marine Corps in 2007?

What was the reason
for the discharge, McGee?

Conduct unbecoming.

That was it.

What does that
have to do with anything?

That was years ago.
Well,

It says you exhibited
a violent temper

and made threats against
your superior officer.

That's a lie. All of it.

No temper. Got it.

Look, I've worked homicides.
I know how critical

the first 48 hours
are in solving this case.

You're wasting precious time.
I didn't kill my husband.

Let's take a walk.

Oh. I'm all for some midday
cardio, boss, but I just ate

and we're in the middle of...

Not you.

You.

Now, Marine.

I know this interrogation
tactic, Agent Gibbs.

Change the location...

try to catch
the subject off-guard.

How's it working?
It's not.

Didn't think so.
So where are we going?

Details were missing
from your service record.

So I made a few calls. You were
one squared away Marine.

Top marks,
stellar FITREPs,

commendations.

Until 2007.

When your command
found out you were gay.

I never threatened my C.O.

They trumped up those charges.

Said if I went quietly,
they would give me

a general discharge
instead of a dishonorable one.

I had to think of my future.

Why become a cop?

All I ever wanted
to do was to help people.

Protect. Serve.

But what's the point
if you can't even

protect the ones
you care about?

I loved Eric.

I would never hurt him.

See, I think you're
hiding something.

I'm guessing it's to
protect your partner.

Eric deserves to be remembered
a hero.

Nothing should change that.

My job is to find
who killed him,

not start a witch hunt,
and you need to trust me.

When I came home this morning,
there was a bag in the kitchen.

I hadn't seen it before.

There was vials and syringes.

I don't know why Eric
had them, but they're not his.

How can you be sure of that?
He had his

demons, but drugs wasn't
one of them. I would know.

Where'd you hide them?

In the garage.

I shouldn't have
touched the crime scene,

but I knew it would make
Eric look bad and I didn't

want it to affect his
Medal of Honor nomination.

My husband

was a good man,
Agent Gibbs.

I couldn't save his life.

But please...

please...

help me protect his memory.

What's the latest, Team Babbs?

Uh, just got an
update from Jimmy.

Breena is still in labor.
He sounded a little freaked.

Jimmy's gonna be a father.

It's like, one day

you're just... you're you,

and then the next day
you're responsible for this

living, breathing soul.

I hate to interrupt, Abbs,
but Hurricane Gibbs

is about to make landfall.
What do you got?

Kutzler's tox screen--

it's clean. He
wasn't on drugs.

What about the narcotics

we confiscated from his garage?
Each vial

contains pharmaceutical-grade
morphine and fentanyl.

Mixed together,
they make one

very potent
intravenous cocktail.

Which brings me
to my next point.

This batch is homemade.
I mean, this distinct

color and this
labeling--

this is somebody's brand.
Hmm.

Somebody who's seen a little
too much Breaking Bad.

Miss that show.

Just one vial of this stuff
fetches a steep

take on the street.
So if Kutzler wasn't

taking drugs, maybe
he was selling them?

War hero to drug peddler--
that's a big shift.

Well, if they weren't
Kutzler's drugs,

they belonged to someone.

Someone willing
to kill for them.

Ah, Hollis, have you seen Jethro?

I just left word for him.

I have the sneaking suspicion
he's trying to avoid me, Doctor.

Did you know
the lieutenant well?

No, we met once, last week.

I was fact-checking
his account

of the ambush
for the nomination.

I could see he was
still haunted by it.

Yeah, well, the body
can recover physically.

Healing the mind, however,
is a little more complex.

Listen, I heard about Diane.

How's Jethro been doing?

I reached out,
but he hasn't returned

any of my calls.
Well,

Jethro does prefer to throw
himself into his work.

Well, I'm trying to be there for him.
He's not letting me.

A friendship with Jethro

does have its share
of challenges.

However, I suspect

that there may be
another reason

why he's been keeping us
all at a distance.

Ducky, you called me.
Uh,

yes, I found
something unusual in

Lieutenant Kutzler's
toxicology.

Abby said it was clean.

Well, that's
the anomaly.

There are no
traces of any

medical substances
in his bloodstream.

I'm not seeing
the problem here, Duck.

When the lieutenant threw
himself on that grenade,

his body absorbed
the force of the explosion.

His torso took the full
impact, breaking his ribs

and collapsing
his lungs.

This flak jacket

protected his vital organs
from the shrapnel.

The blast blew upwards,

fracturing his right arm
almost beyond repair.

It severed his jawbone,

tore through
his right eye socket,

and fractured his skull. Mm.

He suffered catastrophic wounds.

Consequently, he was prescribed
with numerous medications

to aid in the recovery.

But look, he never filled
a single prescription.

He chose to live
in constant pain.

Kutzler felt
responsible

for the men lost
in the ambush.

The pain was his
punishment for surviving.

Anyone else feel
he was at fault?

No one that I've
spoken to so far, but

Kutzler was apprehensive
when I mentioned

that I was gonna be
talking to the witnesses.

I want the details
of that ambush.

The events leading up to it,

the casualties, the survivors,

every insurgent
involved. Everything.

Of the seven survivors, five

were Afghan civilians.
McGee and Dorneget are in MTAC

tracking 'em down now.
The remaining two survivors

were sailors
in Kutzler's Seabee unit.

First is Senior Chief
Lansing Donahue,

45, lives in
Sea Isle City, New Jersey.

Well, I've already
questioned Donahue.

His statement of facts
on the incident

was pivotal in Kutzler's
Medal of Honor

consideration.
He's not your guy.

Well, the other survivor
is Petty Officer

Third Class
Davis Riley, 28.

Discharged in 2012.

He works in construction now.

Riley's sitting down
with me next week.

No. Today.

Uh, I might have something.

Putting it
up now.

In the week prior to the ambush,

Kutzler
received a letter

of reprimand for
disorderly conduct.

There's no mention of that
in Kutzler's service record.

That's because

it was later retracted by the
issuer, his commanding officer,

Rear Admiral Xavier Meade.

Where is Meade now?
Uh, stationed

at the Navy Expedition
Combat Command in Norfolk.

Bishop, you're
with me.

DiNozzo, you got Hollis.

Kutzler was a fine officer.

Smart, determined.

I'm not surprised he was up
for the Medal of Honor.

Is.
Pardon?

Is. You said was.

Kutzler-- he's still
being considered.

Of course.

He went to hell
and back for his men.

Damn shame.

Did the two of you get along?
The lieutenant

and I got along as well
as any superior officer

and subordinate can
in the military.

I had no issues with Kutzler.

Except for the letter of
reprimand you wrote in his file.

I see you are
extremely thorough.

Oh, yeah. She's
good like that.

You're also way off base.

Enlighten us.

When Kutzler's unit
arrived in Afghanistan,

there were growing pains.

Some men took issue
with his open homosexuality.

Don't Ask Don't Tell
had already been repealed.

Kutzler was within
his rights to be out.

I agree.

But changing a law
doesn't suddenly

change people's beliefs.

What happened?

He and a fellow sailor
exchanged words

in the chow line,
a brawl ensued.

Being an officer, Kutzler
was held to a higher standard.

Written reprimand was protocol.

So why'd you later
pull it from his record?

It didn't sit well with me.

A reprimand like that would
have ruined Kutzler's career.

I retracted it, gave him
a verbal warning instead.

What about the sailor
he fought with?

Petty Officer Davis Riley.

No love lost
between those two.

I kind of love the smell
of construction.

Lumber and sawdust.

It's kind of like
Gibbs' basement.

Speaking
of Gibbs...

Subtle, DiNozzo.

Normally we would rely on
Fornell to bring Gibbs back

to his general
disgruntled self,

but Tobias isn't really
an option these days.

Look, I'm his friend.

I'm not his shrink.
I can't force him to talk to me.

Sure you can.

You can be persuasive.

Davis Riley?

Can I help you?

NCIS.

Hollis Mann, DoD.
We spoke on the phone

earlier.
Oh, right, yeah.

Uh, I thought we were
meeting next week.

Change
of plans.

Where we you last night
around midnight?

Uh... I was at my
apartment, asleep.

Any witnesses?
To me sleeping?

Am I missing something? I
thought you wanted to talk to me

about Kutzler's
nomination packet.

I did.
Yes.

And she's going to, but...

I'd like to talk
to you about his murder.

Murder?

Lieutenant Kutzler was
shot and killed last night.

Oh, my God.

I...

I'm gonna be sick.

I hated everything
about Kutzler.

I didn't understand him.

Didn't want to.

I just wanted him gone.

Is this a confession?

Of the old me.

I'm not that guy anymore;
I've changed.

What a miraculous
and conveniently timed

change of heart.
Afghanistan was

a wake-up call-- there was
nothing convenient about it.

One minute... we're
laying foundation for a school,

the next, we're
pinned down by insurgents,

taking heavy fire.

Five of our guys fall before
they can even get to cover.

Chief and I were hit
but not critical.

Kutzler was applying
my tourniquet...

when we saw the grenade.

He didn't hesitate.

Not even for a split second.
He just...

dove on top of it.

After that, I saw Kutzler
for what he was-- a hero.

Why else would I put him up
for the Medal of Honor?

Kutzler's nomination packet was
initiated by Senator Gundersen.

There's no statement

of yours on file.

How-how is that...
even possible?

Chief Donahue and I routed that
up our chain of command

back in 2012.

Military award packets
don't just... disappear.

I don't suppose
you have any proof?

Well, I didn't make a copy,
if that's what you mean.

Ask Chief Donahue--
he can vouch for me.

Kutzler saved my life.

I was trying to do right by him.

I... yes, sir, I believe
that's a bit premature,

but it...

Yes, sir.

Yes, I understand,
but our agents are working

around the clock to...

Yes, sir.

I understand.

Secretary of Defense.

The press got wind that a potential
Medal of Honor nominee

was found dead with illegal
narcotics in his possession.

How?

That's the million-
dollar question, Gibbs.

News outlets
are running with the story.

We don't even know
what the story is yet.

That's never stopped
the press before.

And that's not all.

They're not canceling
Kutzler's nomination?

This case has got a lot of people
on the Hill extremely nervous.

Tarnishing
the nation's highest honor

is not an acceptable risk.
Neither is

tarnishing
a naval officer's reputation.

I don't like it
any more than you do.

DoD's giving us
48 hours to clear

Kutzler's name.

After that, it's
out of our hands.

Oh, this is bad, Tony.
This is really, really bad.

Okay. We're at
DEFCON 1, McGee.

Let's raise
the Gibbs Threat Level.

I grabbed every newspaper
in the building.

All right,
let's huddle up.

So our mission now
is damage control.

What we need to do is

stick together--
this, too, shall pass.

- Hey, where are we?
- Albatross.

You're all just standing around.

You'd better have an update.

Yeah. Well, we're, we're still
tracking Kutzler's movements

the night of the murder. No witnesses
saw him after 7:00 p.m.,

no credit card charges,
and his cell phone pinged

from the same
location all day.

His home.
Doesn't look like

Kutzler ever
left, boss.

Abby's working
on his vehicle's GPS, but...

But?

Where is Hollis Mann?

I... I think
she went back to the DoD.

You think?

What do you...
what do you mean... you think?

Uh...

We've been at this all night.

Uh, we're all a little tired--
why don't we take a break,

get some air?
No, there is no break.

There's no breaks
until this case breaks.

Never get personally involved
in a case--

you're breaking rule
number ten, boss.

You're damn right I am, DiNozzo.
Do you have a problem with that?

Boss...

Uh, boss?

Is this what you meant

when you said trust you,
Agent Gibbs?

Our office had nothing to do with that.
They're dragging Eric's name

through the mud-- it is exactly
what I was afraid would happen.

Why don't we take this
to the conference room?

No, no, no.

There's nothing to talk about.

The damage is already done.

I thought you were
a man of honor.

You got me.

Hey, but what's one
dead gay sailor, right?

Oh, no. Poor Gibbs.

Maybe I should
go give him a hug.

I think he'd prefer
a lead, Abby.

I can help with that, too.
Did you get anything

from Kutzler's GPS system?

I did.

So, Kutzler did

leave his house
the night of the murder,

but he didn't use his vehicle's
navigation function.

Turns out this
particular software,

it receives hourly
satellite updates

and it generates a log.

At 8:45, the update places

Kutzler's vehicle
at his residence.

At 9:45 and 10:45,

he's at a location
in Berwyn, Maryland.

And at 11:45, he's
back at his house.

What's the location in Maryland?

The Berwyn Community

Outreach Center.
Excellent. Thank you, Abby.

Excuse me.

Bestow an angel!

What's your name,
bright eyes?

She's Special Agent Bishop.

I'm Special Agent DiNozzo.

"Mat."

You're missing
a "T" there, buddy.

Like "doormat"?

I dropped the second
"T" years ago. Life's not about

conforming to society's
phallocentric norms.

Homemade gluten-free
vegan cinnamon scone?

Ooh.

No.

Are you nuts?

Never take cookies
or movie advice from a hipster.

Two guys out front

both recognize
Kutzler's photo.

They said he's a regular.

Let me ask you, Doormat,

have you and your
nonprescription glasses

seen this guy?

Uh... sure.
I know the face.

He attends
our nightly 9:30 meeting.

Meeting for what?

Addictions
Anonymous.

I haven't seen him
since Sunday night, though.

He was pretty heated
when he left.

Define "heated."

Uh, I saw him
out in the parking lot

with some guy from his group.

They were... yelling about
something-- I don't know, I...

I try to mind
my own business.

This other guy have a name?

Well, we're not exactly
following each other's

Instagram accounts
around here.

It's Addictions Anonymous.

Excuse me.

Doesn't make any sense.

Kutzler wasn't an addict.

Why would he attend
these meetings?

And why would he
be carrying around

a stash of illegal narcotics?

He's pulling a Badger.

He's selling narcotics
to recovering addicts.

It's like shooting fish

in a barrel.

Except this time
the fish shot back.

Maybe the one Kutzler
was arguing with.

We could ask Mat to call us
if our mystery man comes back.

You want to be the one
to tell Gibbs we got nothing?

All right. Good point.

Well, you know
what this means.

Stakeout.

It's a no-strings-attached
cup of coffee, Jethro.

I got it
at the diner,

so take it.

Is that better?

No.

Well, this might help.

Davis Riley was
telling the truth.

Kutzler was submitted for
the Medal of Honor back in 2012.

And his packet didn't just
slip through the cracks.

Someone buried it.
Mm-hmm.

So I did some digging...

and I found a familiar name.

You're not seriously accusing me
of having something to do

with Lieutenant Kutzler's death?

No, no.

We checked your alibi,
and it's rock solid.

Well, I'm glad we cleared that up.
Am I free to go now?

No.

You're not free to go.
Sit down.

I'd watch your tone,
Agent Gibbs.

I don't think SECNAV
would appreciate

NCIS treating an admiral
like a criminal.

Oh, we already talked to SECNAV.
Mm-hmm.

How did she phrase it?

Uh, "nail the
son of a bitch."

For what?

Killing Lieutenant Kutzler's

first Medal of Honor
nomination.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

The packet was routed
through your chain of command

in 2012, Admiral.

Then it must have got lost
in the shuffle

before it reached my desk.

Because it never did.

And I assure you,

I will look into it.

Oh, no, we already did.

Yeah, we
put in a call

to the U.S. forces
in Afghanistan,

spoke to the yeoman who
was assigned to your desk,

who cataloged all your
incoming routing sheets.

And yes, here it is.
"Subject:

"Medal of Honor awards packet

"for one Lieutenant
Eric James Kutzler.

Delivered to the office
of Admiral Xavier Meade."

November 1, 2012.

Easy enough

to make that disappear--
no one was tracking it.

Oh, yeah, but then Senator Gundersen
comes along with her nomination.

I mean, you couldn't
very well bury it again.

Not with so many
political eyes on it.

You sandbagged your own officer
because he was gay.

Kutzler's not
the only homosexual

I've had in my command.

My sailors' personal lives
are their own business.

All I care about

is that they do their jobs.

Yeah, a job you made sure
they don't succeed at.

Since 2011, you've given
subpar FITREP scores

to every openly gay sailor

who's served under you.

Do you feel the walls
closing in yet?

You lied under oath.

You tampered

with official
government documents.

You interfered
with a criminal investigation.

I'm not saying another word.
I want a lawyer.

Yep.

A leader looks after his men.

Fights for 'em.

That's who
Lieutenant Kutzler was.

You're a disgrace
to that uniform.

And I look forward to testifying
at your court-martial.

That's yellow jacket's
fifth cigarette.

I can't take it much more.

You should see
McGee's pipe collection.

I only use those
for creative purposes.

Is that... Davis Riley?

Sure is.
Guess Riley forgot to mention

him and Kutzler attended the
same Addicts Anonymous meetings.

Guy's got more secrets
than a slumber party.

All right, McGee,
it's time for an intervention.

Keep clicking,
probie.

Don't eat all
the cookies.

Hey, Riley. Remember me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Your backpack.

Mind if I take a look inside?
I think that was a yes.

What do you know?
Looks like you're gonna be

spending the night
at Chateau NCIS. Let's go.

Oh, I don't feel so good.

Here we go again.
McGee, back up.

Tony, I don't think
he's breathing.

Bishop, call 911!

Riley's in stable condition,

and McGee's standing by
at the hospital.

Yeah. Already knew that.

Heard you were back
building boats.

What are you gonna name
this one?

I'm not leaving, Jethro.

Not until you talk to me.

Talk about what?

You. Your least
favorite topic.

No, I'm-I'm doing fine.
Don't tell me you're fine.

I know you're not.

Hollis,

it's late. Go home.

It's your fault Diane's dead.

That's what you're thinking.

I'm not wrong.

You didn't pull the trigger.

I put her in the crosshairs.

He wanted to make it personal!

Still does.

I'm figuring it out.

But you being around me
makes you a target.

So that's why
you're shutting me out?

To protect me?
I don't need you mixed up in this.

I don't need you mixed up in me!

It's not your call.

I'll take my chances.

I can handle myself.

Hmm?

Copy that.

No,
I'm not

letting you off that easy.

After the ambush,

people kept telling me
how lucky I was to be alive.

The truth is, death
would have been so much easier.

Instead,

I relive
that awful day

every
single day.

I see my friends die
again and again.

And that damn grenade...

I just stood
there, frozen,

while Kutzler threw himself
over it.

I can still hear the
sound as it went off

and the damage
that it did to him.

I can't get that image
out of my head.

That's why you started using?

I just wanted to forget.

How was Kutzler involved?

He... saw how
bad it got

and stepped in.

He got me in the program,

went with me to meetings.

He saved my life
a second time.

When did you relapse?

Three days ago.

When I didn't show up
to the group session,

Kutzler came to my apartment,

and, uh...

he saw that I was high.

All I really remember
is that he was angry.

He took my stash
and stormed out.

GPS puts him at the community
center later that night.

Why'd he go back?

I must have told him
who I got the drugs from.

Eric probably went
there to confront him.

Who's that?

The guy at the front desk.

Mat Jebson.

You're not serious.

I'm totally serious. I swear.
Hey, Mat.

Mat, what's up, man?
Hey, uh,

Bishop was just telling me
this story.

It is hilarious,
and you're gonna get

a kick out of it. Tell him.
So,

Agent McGee and I were searching
your apartment,

and we found
your makeshift drug lab,

along with hundreds of vials
of morphine and fentanyl,

just... like this.

Hilarious, right? So here's
what we think happened.

Riley spills the beans
about you selling drugs

to addicts at the center.

Kutzler threatens
to turn you in,

so you follow him home
and put three rounds in him.

Am I right?

You made money exploiting people
who needed help.

Looking for this?

Already searched
your trunk.

Found a .22
with a silencer.

Hey, isn't that the same weapon
used to kill Lieutenant Kutzler?

Yes, it certainly is.

Spoiler alert,
Heisenberg,

it doesn't end well for you.

I want to apologize
for what I said the other day.

I was out of line.

Eric's name was cleared, his
killer brought to justice.

That's all
that matters.

His, um, Medal of Honor
nomination would have never

been endorsed without your help,
Agent Gibbs.

Thank you, sincerely.

When's it official?

The White House should be making
an announcement in a few days.

A hero finally
gets his due.

You know, Eric never
saw himself as a hero.

He would often come here
to remember his men,

the ones
he couldn't save.

Said it was his duty
to never forget their sacrifice.

That's how he chose
to honor them.

I'll have to find a way
to do the same for him.

Continue his legacy.

Your husband died doing the same
thing he did in Afghanistan,

fighting to save
a friend's life.

He wouldn't leave a man behind.

Finish the mission.

Did you hear anything?

♪ Lift up your head,
let it all start ♪

You guys.

What? What? What? What?
What? What? What?

♪ Today is the day
you return to your heart ♪

Yay.

I never meant
for any of this to happen.

Eric should have just
let me die in Afghanistan.

That's not
who he was.

And I'm not
that way either.

Why would you want to help me?
He's dead because of me.

I'm not worth saving.
Eric thought you were.

And, hey, it's not
gonna be easy, but...

you won't go
through this alone.

Oh, she's perfect.

A chip
off the old block.

Has that
new baby smell.

Congratulations, you guys.

And what is
this fair beauty's name?

She's sort of named after you,
Doctor.

I beg your pardon?

Say hello
to Victoria Elizabeth Palmer.

Mother... would be thrilled.

As I am.

Jimmy, what happened
to your hand?

Oh. Funny story. Uh,

did you know
that epidurals don't work

on five percent of patients?

I sure didn't.

I had to improvise
with my pain management.

You broke his finger?

She sure did.

Two, actually.

But it was worth it.

Spoken like a true parent.

♪ I will never let you go ♪

♪ We're going home ♪

♪ We're going home. ♪

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