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We've been hit!
Everybody, brace for impact!

Jake, I want to ask you something,
and it stays between us.

What do you know about
Russian-Palestinian relations?

Our Intel says Sergei survived.

- How? I hit him. He went down.
- He got up.

- What?
- Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Only the beginning, my friend.

You know the deal
with them two, don't you?

Them two who?

Judge McGraff?

And Wilson, the D.A.
They used to be college sweethearts.

- Is that a fact?
- Check next time you're in court...

little looks between 'em, smiles.

He objects,
she sustains, every time.

The old flame's still burning, huh?

They'd burn it up right
there on the bench if they could.

Keyes, you are bad.

Not as bad as this yahoo.

Pull over to the side, please.

How we doing tonight, sir?

License and registration, please.

What do we have there?

It's okay.

It's prescription bourbon.

NCIS Season 12 Episode 15
Cabin Fever 1.0 LOL DIM

Synchro: Gaillots & Kujathemas.

Rereading: Bruno.

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Web-Dl sync: Rie van de Buggy's

All fairness to alcohol, I've done
stupid things when I was sober, too.

- I'm glad you think it's funny.
- It's not.

But it's nothing
I wanted my daughter

or anybody down at the Bureau
to make a big deal about, either.

So you called me?

I figured I could count on you
for the shortest lecture.

- Bourbon... Tobias?
- Yeah. I barely cracked it.

It was mainly the beer I had with dinner
mixed with the pain medicine

I still take for
when you shot me in the ass.

It smarts like hell in cold weather.

I saw the police report.

That was a fluke thing,

which I intend to learn from
and put behind me.

And if you were my friend,
you'd do the same thing.

Where?

What's up?

Let me know if you need me, Gibbs.

- I owe you one.
- No, you don't!

Fire's out. Your team
just got here. Wardroom.

- Are you still thinking gas explosion?
- I'm hoping.

Galley's one compartment over.

We're thinking maybe
a leaky stove or an oven.

Who are all these suits?

Dignitaries from a dozen
international agencies.

We'd just started boarding.

But there were a bunch of crew
members in there setting up.

SECNAV?

On the West Coast...
we're patching her in on closed circuit.

- What's the occasion?
- It's a summit on global terror.

- No irony there.
- I'm not going there, Gibbs.

Keep thinking gas leak.

Welcome to the party, Boss.

Casualties.

Uh, six reported injured,
two are in sick bay,

two more seriously being rushed
to Norfolk Memorial.

And one dead.

Female petty officer.
Can't make out her name tag.

I'll call Ducky.

This is no gas explosion.

- We had our doubts.
- There's no smell of gas.

- Just gunpowder.
- And then there's this.

Bomb fragment?

It's in Russian...
it says "grenade".

Just because it's in Russian
doesn't mean it's...

Sergei Mishnev.

We knew he wasn't done yet, Gibbs...

- just a matter of time.
- This means you're the target.

Any friend of yours
is an enemy of his.

Let me check the guest list.

The Russian ambassador
had to cancel,

- so they sent someone in his place.
- Someone we know?

Another friend.

Counselor Pavlenko.
Thank goodness you're all right.

- I just heard about the explosion.
- Interesting you being late.

Was anyone hurt?
Do we know what happened?

We have a pretty good idea.

- A bomb?
- A Russian grenade.

- You think Sergei?
- You don't?

Here you are conveniently
rolling in after the fact.

Gentlemen, please, do not tell me

we're going to engage
in this farce yet again.

- You have to admit, Counselor...
- I admit nothing.

In fact, let me assure you,
Director,

if Sergei
is behind this, I was his target.

Not you.

Not Agent Gibbs. Me.

I cannot believe I am forced
to defend myself once again

for the actions of a criminal.

A Russian criminal, Counselor, with whom
you once had a working relationship.

Once, Director.
And we have paid dearly

for that mistake, leaving Sergei
now a man without a country.

- Freeing you up to play the victim.
- Not a victim, Gibbs...

a target, like you.

For reasons that make sense
only to Sergei.

Reasons such as?

Your helicopter crash.

He saw my help in the rescue
as a betrayal.

Help?

And now he perceives
that I owe my life to Agent Gibbs

for saving me from our defector,
the scientist.

You shoot Nelly Benin dead,

and now we're
practically golf buddies.

I don't golf.

Well... who has time?
I mean, really.

My sympathy for your loss...

I have suffered a few myself...

but we are in this together.

No, we're not.

All due respect, Counselor,
you created this monster.

Don't fool yourself.

Many hands went
into creating Sergei.

Tell me what I can do.

What can I say, Gibbs,
to convince you

that I am on your side here?

You stay out of my way.

Dear, a mere child.

- Tell me about it.
- Eager to serve, to learn,

to see the world and experience
its many adventures.

Until along comes a coward
with a bomb.

Update.
Where are we?

We are tired
of this insidious monster,

- Jethro, that's where we are.
- Take a number, Duck.

We've collected the rest
of the grenade fragments.

- Looks like only one was used.
- Get everything to Abby now.

Now!

I want a list of every delivery

this ship's received
in the past 48 hours. Bishop?

We've I.D.'d the victim,

Petty Officer Third Class
Katherine Gomez.

Assigned to the ship
only three weeks ago and...

Witness interviews?

We were just about to get started.

Sick bay just gave us clearance.
We're waiting to hear from the hospital.

Sick bay... that's where we start.
Let's go. Come on, let's move.

We can handle it.

- What?
- Bishop and I

can handle the interviews...
might be better.

Better?

What's better, DiNozzo?

What are you trying to say?
Spit it out.

Well, your...
bedside manner might be...

You might be too close to this.

He's saying take a breath, Jethro!

It's good advice for all of us.

Emily, why are you still using
your mother's phone?

Only to call certain people.

I need to see you right away.

Get you a soda or some water
or something, Em?

No. I just had a low-foam latte,
and this won't take long.

I've got debate
quarterfinals in an hour.

High school debate?
I am varsity captain as a freshman.

Arguing's pretty much in my blood.

We could have done
this over the phone.

No, we couldn't.

I know about you bailing out
my dad this morning.

Wasn't exactly bailing him out.

- He's going through a tough time.
- Don't soft-pedal me.

He looks nuts with that bald head.

- It's an undercover operation.
- You don't believe that.

Last week he shaved it
twice in one day.

Said it helps him feel clean.

Since Mom died,

he's been...

angry...

bitter, self-destructive...

and... drunk...
he's drinking way too much.

You know what he's experiencing.

I try to help,
but he doesn't listen to me,

and I've got my own grief
to work through.

- How's that going?
- Some good days... some awful.

All compounded by being
a teenager who can't

be expected to maintain
a teenage social calendar

if I'm too busy worrying about...

my father hurting himself
or anyone else.

- Okay, I'll talk to him.
- No.

Help him.

Please.

I will.

Thank you.

It's an oldie but a baddy, McGee.

Russian RKG-3 antitank grenade.

Straight out of a Rambo movie.

Actually, it dates back
further than that.

They still keep showing up
in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Yeah, and...
here.

- Any shot at tracing it?
- Come on, McGee.

You know, if there is anything
on these grenade fragments

that'll lead us back to Sergei,

I will find it.

Already?

Okay, I'll be right up.

Gibbs wants an update, and they just
got back from the ship.

You said yourself he's on fire.

- Like you've never seen before.
- We've seen it.

Not like this. I'm telling you,
if Sergei gets away again,

there's not a level of hell
below where Gibbs is right now.

Then we can't let him
get away again.

Petty Officer Gomez
was a culinary specialist

setting up a catering station
when the bomb went off.

As for the witness interviews,
no one in the sick bay

know where the blast originated.

Did you show them Sergei's mug shot?

Them and everyone else,
no one reported seeing him.

It's not like Sergei would deliver
the bomb personally.

Sorry to interrupt.
Just got word about the ship.

- You're on leave.
- Not any longer. FBI is here to help.

Continue.

There were two other victims
that were taken to Norfolk Memorial.

Both are still in surgery, but we'll
interview them as soon as they're able.

Abby's checking the grenade
fragments for prints.

Grenade fragments?

Let's get coffee.

I'm good. He used a grenade?

I'm not asking. Come on.

- What are you doing?
- What are you doing?

Gibbs and Fornell, my office.

Now.

It's just a lack of sleep, Leon.
You know it better than anybody.

Same with Gibbs.

Until Sergei is dead,
there's no peace.

But unlike Gibbs, you've let
your demons get the better of you.

I can smell it on you.

One Bloody Mary!
With lunch!

Before I heard about the bombing.
Gibbs and I were just getting coffee.

- I need you to wait outside.
- Look, I deserve a shot at Sergei.

More than anyone.

And I need to have a word with Gibbs,
so please have a seat outside.

You want a shot at him or not?

- We can't cover for him, Gibbs.
- Give him some time.

- Let me talk to him.
- And say what?

Does he look like he's listening
to anybody right now?

This is his whole career on the line,
Leon, his life.

And what about your life, Gibbs?

He's a danger to himself,
his fellow agents and to us.

FBI has to know,

if they don't already.

Gibbs, this kills me, but we can't
cover for him, and you know it.

Assistant Director Wilt, please.

- Have you lost your damn mind?
- I will take full responsibility.

I will get him out of the way.

- I'll leave my team to go after Sergei.
- You're gonna do what?

Leave your team?

They're more than capable,
and I'll be a phone call away.

We're talking about Sergei Mishnev.

And maybe it's me that's too close.

Maybe it's me and Fornell.

- And you think I'll just let you?
- That or bench me.

Or trust me.

Well, I never thought
I'd see the day.

And where are you gonna go, Gibbs?

Where are you gonna take him?

Where are we?

Come on. Help me unload.

Holy Jeremiah Johnson.
Are you kidding me?!

This is not what we agreed to.

You said we were going after Sergei.

You said that.
Me let's go.

Which would imply agreement!
What the hell are we doing out here?

Wait a minute.

An intervention?
Is that what this is?

- Do you think you need one?
- No! I mean, last night was bad, yes,

but-but not bad enough
to make any kind of New-Age

come-to-Jesus
even remotely necessary!

Oh, good, that's not what this is.

No more slow-motion suicide, Tobias.

You want to kill yourself...

fine with me.

Go ahead.

I'll even come with you.

Still no word from Gibbs?

Not a peep since he left last night.

I can't believe he'd leave at a time
like this, even to help Fornell.

Family first... not to mention
your brave suggestion

that he might just be too close.

Are you mocking me?

He obviously took it to heart.

Number one, that's adorable.

And number two, Gibbs would never bail
on a case, much less a Sergei case,

and much, much less
at my suggestion.

Unless he had a plan.

Thanks for letting us know.
We'll be right there.

Hospital. Both victims are awake
and well enough to be interviewed.

Gibbs' plan, McGee...

- what do you think it is?
- No idea.

I just know that he wouldn't leave
unless he had one.

I'm with you, McTuitive.

Gibbs has to be to something.

Maybe we're about to find out.

Morning, Boss.

Okay. Where are we, DiNozzo?

We are in the big orange room.

We know where are.
Where are you?

McGee hasn't pinged my phone yet?

Actually, Boss, yeah, I did.

You didn't tell us?

I didn't know if he'd want me to.

I don't.

And I don't want someone coming here

when you do tell them
after you hang up.

All right,
so what can we do for you?

For starters,
you can give me an update.

We're still combing
the ship's deliveries

the last 48 hours.
Nothing yet.

We were just about
to leave for the hospital.

McGee got a call because the...

Boss, is that you choking,
or are you choking someone?

Got to go.

Call me after the interviews.

Is there anything
you want to tell us?

Yeah, like, is there a...
plan of any kind?

You need a plan?

Catch Sergei.

That's a little vague.

Wait.

Who was that?

Morning, sunshine.

Was that your team?
Is there any progress?

They're working on it.

Did you sleep well?

I hate you, Gibbs.

What are we doing out here?
Where's my cell phone?

- How would I know that?
- I need to call Emily.

Emily's fine. She's staying
with friends. I talked to her.

You called?
She's in on this?

She's okay.

Fine. You win.

What now?

- "What now" what?
- What do we do next?

Bang drums? Sweat lodge?
Squirrel juggling?

Oh, really?

You think it's a good idea
to hand me an ax right now?

Well, yeah.
It's cold, Tobias.

It's getting colder.

That, uh...

that ass wound of yours...

bet it's acting up, huh?

I'll make coffee.

Milk, two-percent.

Black.

Right.
You have any fake sugar?

Why do I even ask?

So you're not military?

No, sir.

In fact, that was my first time
on a Navy ship.

He was so excited
when he left the shop.

Now look at him.

- Sorry. The shop?
- Video and sound.

Navy had us
running a satellite for anyone

who couldn't attend the breakfast.

- Like your Navy Secretary.
- Our SECNAV, yeah.

Were you there, Mr. Boulos?

I just do the books now.

Frankie's in charge
of the new equipment.

Which we don't care
about losing, by the way.

All that matters is my boy is alive.

Frankie, is there anything specific

that you can recall
before the explosion?

The crew was nice.

I was running a sound check,

and the last thing I remember

was thinking
maybe we'd been torpedoed.

I just can't believe Katie's dead.

You and the petty officer
were friends?

She was new, but yeah.

Happiest CS-Three anyone ever met.

And you were nearby
when the explosion happened?

We were setting out pastries
and joking about eating them all.

And the next thing I knew, sh...

she went flying across the room.

Her parents.

She talked about them all the time.
Do they know yet?

Yeah.
Navy's flying them in now.

Who would do something like this?

Excuse me. Tony?

All right. Thank you.

- I hate Sergei. Did I say that?
- Yeah, me, too.

Me three.

But if you don't mind, I just need to
vent about something else for a second.

Oh, no. What did we do?

No, not you.
Jake. He just called.

You know that dinner
he and Gibbs ended up having last week?

The one that you ditched.

We did not ditch.
We were working.

But it did leave them to be BFFs.

More than any of us realized.

Apparently, Gibbs
asked Jake to share Intel.

Everything NSA has
on Russian-Palestinian relations.

Sergei Mishnev, Anton Pavlenko...

He didn't say anything.

Because he didn't want us
or anyone knowing.

But how could Jake not tell me?

Well, that's a marriage thing,
but it sounds like he just did.

Because Gibbs called this morning

and told Jake to send us
everything he had

and that we would know
what to do with it.

Oh. Could that be part of a plan?

Well, the e-mail just came through.
It's a huge file.

Let's go.

I dumped it.

What?

- The bourbon... it's gone.
- What are you, my mother?

What are you trying to prove?

I don't need you
monitoring my intake.

Ah, it seems to me you do.

Well, I don't.

And I don't need this.

Yeah, well, neither do I...

but here we are.

I'm done.

"Done." With what?

Embarrassing yourself?

Or-or maybe you mean
embarrassing the badge.

You've done a good job at both.

That all you got, Alice?

Do you feel better?

We should be in D.C.
looking for Sergei.

Not in this condition.

Geez, forget about Sergei.

What's really bothering you?

- Don't Freud me. You're not qualified.
- You know what I'm asking.

- Back off.
- You blame me.

It's okay, Tobias.
I blame me.

I'm the one who got her killed.

If Diane wasn't on that rooftop,

she would be alive.

And you wouldn't be walking around

pretending I wasn't
the one who put her there.

- So it's all about you.
- It is all about me.

And it's about you,

and it's about Diane, and it's about

the drinking,
and it's about all of it.

No, my friend.

It's just me.
I killed her.

No one to blame but myself.

And now I really need a drink.

That NSA Intel give us anything?

Oh, we are just
getting started, Director,

and there is a whole lot
to comb through.

Stuff in here about the Soviets
in Afghanistan, the mujahideen...

Wait a second.
Got something about Sergei

and the Russian Counselor Pavlenko.

- Our "friend" Anton. What is it?
- They go way back.

All the way to college.

They competed at Saint Petersburg
University in the biathlon.

Isn't that the one where
they cross-country ski and shoot rifles?

As random Olympic sports go, it's

sort of bullfighting
on a trampoline.

That explains a lot.
Go on.

They were friendly rivals
for a while,

contending for the Soviet
Olympic team.

When neither of them made the cut,
Pavlenko went to law school

and Sergei discovered
the Afghan heroin trade.

Explains even more.

Like his soft spot
for an old college buddy gone bad.

Making Pavlenko less of a cold,
duplicitous creep,

and more of a sentimental,
duplicitous creep.

This is America. Speak English.

We are quite alone, I assure you.

The last time,
I lost good men in the Kola Peninsula.

It was no assurance.

It was a warning.
To stay away from NCIS.

You chose to ignore it,
and where are you now?

Setting off hand grenades
and hiding in alleys?

It's not how you fall, Anton.
It's how you rise. Remember that one?

Which is why I called you.

To help you rise, Sergei.

With a proposal from the government.

- The government that wants me dead.
- I convinced them to give you asylum.

Complete immunity, on one condition.

This should be good.

Kill Gibbs.

Your vendetta
has dragged on long enough.

We need it to end.

And I have your blessing now?

Why now?

Why the sudden change of heart?
You owe Gibbs your life.

I know you believe that,
like I once did, but...

- That what? What? Tell me. Convince me.
- Nelly Benin.

The scientist.

She's alive.

Gibbs killing her
to save my life was a ruse.

An elaborate sleight of hand

to help her defect.

And you know
we don't like defectors.

And I don't like
being played for a fool.

- Is there a timetable?
- Now.

Today.

My people know exactly where he is.

I can have you there
in a matter of hours.

This is insane.

I'm sure I saw cans of tuna
in those grocery bags.

You never fished as a kid?

In the summer,

sure.

Finger Lakes.

I loved it.

I should get back to it.

But there's a lot
I don't do enough of anymore.

Get outdoors, work with my hands...

Look at this.

Reel her in. Steady.

Yeah, I got it.

Beauty!

Look at that.

It's big enough for two.

I'm not sharing.

Let's get you one.

Am I reading this right?

Sergei is originally from Israel?

Born in 1965.

Father, Dimitri, was a Russian officer
stationed there.

- Nothing here about his mother.
- Wait a second, I got something on her.

This report says
his mother was a doctor,

a Saudi national
with Palestinian roots.

Apparently, the father took Sergei
back to Russia when he was ten,

leaving his mother behind.

Birth of some issues right there.

What?

- Am I missing something?
- That's what's driving him?

No wonder he's pissed off.

Details. Now.

Your predecessor at that desk,
Ziva David, had a half-brother.

Ari Haswari. Same father. I know.

Ari's mother was a doctor
with Palestinian roots.

So it's quite possible
that Sergei and Ari were...

- Half-brothers.
- Which would explain the depth

- of his hatred for Gibbs.
- Should we call him?

I don't know what he'd do
with that information,

other than punch out a grizzly bear.

It does open up a whole new world
of possible allies for Sergei.

Okay, which one of you wants
to be Gibbs Gibbs Gibbs?

Be right there, Abs.

I mean, it wasn't
a bad little table.

I mean, Diane would always
stick a matchbook under one leg

to remind me I'd measured wrong,
but she never got rid of it.

- Probably just to torture me, I guess.
- She liked that you built it.

She was always a pushover
for that manly man stuff.

God knows it worked for you.

I don't know about that.

You're the one
she kept remarrying, not me.

Right?

What the hell are we doing here?

One fish is enough.

Where's your team
with those updates?

26 separate pieces
of grenade fragments,

and there's not a single fingerprint
on any of them. Not even a partial.

So what's the urgency, Miss Sciuto?

The urgency is that this type
of grenade doesn't go off by itself.

You've to turn the handle
and throw it, and then boom.

But the way this one exploded
required some type of detonator.

Which we never found.

But you did find it.
Or at least a piece of it.

- It's this, right here.
- Looks like a blob of plastic.

That's because
it's a blob of plastic.

But before it melted,
it was a highly sensitive,

paper-thin plastic sheet

that vibrates at certain
sound frequencies,

triggering whatever device
it's attached to.

The A/V guy. Frankie Boulos.

He said that the grenade exploded
while he was doing a sound check.

- Could his voice have set it off?
- It would depend on his voice.

I mean, it's more sensitive
with higher-pitched frequencies.

I mean, unless the device was

super close to the sound equipment.

Or if it was

planted inside the sound equipment?

Now, this is pretty great.

What?

- Come on, man. Gotta eat.
- Later, maybe.

Not that hungry.

Are you gonna make me ask you again?

You mentioned before
about Diane and me getting remarried.

In the end,
she wasn't really so sure.

- Natural to get cold feet.
- No, it wasn't that.

We were arguing one night

about something stupid.
I don't even remember what.

And in a fit of anger, I told her

that our being together,

our rekindled romance,
was a big mistake. And I stormed out.

Next day, she called.

I was in a classified briefing,
so she left a voice mail.

That's why I hope
I haven't lost my phone.

It's the only way
I can still hear her voice.

I was gonna give it back to you,
eventually, anyway.

Hey, baby, it's me.

Look, can we just forget last night?

Between Jethro's wife number two
in town and...

I don't know, let's hit rewind
or delete or whatever.

I don't think
we're a mistake at all, Tobias,

and I pray you don't, either.

I know we can work through
the petty stuff.

Jethro just texted me to meet him,
but call me back as soon as you can, OK?

I love you, Tobias.

Call me.

Every word.

I agreed with every word,
but instead of calling her right back,

I chose to play it small.

Petty.
Let her twist in the wind.

Serves her right.

And then she was gone.

Died thinking
it might be over between us.

Not truly knowing
how much I loved her.

No, she knew.

"We're making a big mistake."

Those were the last words

she heard me say.

And for that,
I can never forgive myself.

Could you?

If I had a daughter, yeah.

That's her daughter, Tobias.

You want Diane to know
how much you love her?

That's the only

chance you got left.

Is everything all right?

Something's come up
since our interview this morning.

We want to show you a photo.

Before the bomb went off yesterday,
do you recall seeing this man?

I don't know.

He looks kind of familiar.

Kind of?

What is this?
My son needs his rest.

How many times are you going
to disturb him?

Mr. Boulos, I'm sorry.

We have a few more questions to ask.

What did you tell them?

Not as much as you're
about to tell us.

Hang on.

What's that?

The last part.
You're breaking up.

Wait, wait, wait. Say it again.

Can you hear me? DiNozzo!

What's going on?

They got a suspect, but...

I lost him. I got cut off.

A suspect? Not Sergei?

No, somebody else,
but there's a connection.

They're interrogate him.
Check your cell.

Same here. No bars.

But who cares? Let's go!

Go?

If Sergei is involved,
we should do the questioning.

But it's not, it's somebody else,
and we're not done here yet.

What?
Oh, yes, we are.

- I'm done.
- You think so?

I was just sitting here,
feeling not lousy

for the first time
in I don't know when.

And I appreciate it, Gibbs.

Little wake-up call to my liver.

Getting to say things out loud
that I never thought I'd say.

I may not be whistling rainbows
just yet, but I got the message.

One night is enough. You're right.
I need to see my little girl.

Not yet.

What do I need here, a safe word?

What's going on?

There's something else here.
What are you not telling me?

Sergei is no friend.

We played together
as boys in Palestine

and reconnected
as young men in Kabul.

Reconnected as he was making
his name in the heroin trade?

Which I wanted no part of.

I came to this country
to pursue the American dream.

I've been doing just that for years,

until Sergei walked
into my shop last week.

- Had to be a surprise.
- Not a happy one.

He knew we had been contracted
by the Navy and

insisted I help him
deliver a package.

A package?

His threat to my family was clear.

I could not say no.

He placed it inside a speaker
and assured me my son would be safe.

- How'd your son feel about it?
- I could not tell him.

And my deceit nearly cost his life.

Someone else wasn't so lucky.

- Where do we find him?
- I wish I knew.

When I saw him today,
I wanted to kill him myself.

He saw Sergei?

You saw him today?

He had the nerve to call,
pretending to be

concerned for my son,
then demanding a device.

- What kind of device?
- I keep only one in stock

for the proper authorities to use.

It's a transmitter that blocks
cell-tower reception.

A cell-phone jammer.

It's portable, long-range,
very expensive.

And he just took it.

Come on, Gibbs, pick up.

Not Gibbs...

but Special Agent Fornell, is it?

We've yet to be formally introduced.

I know you.

You murdering son of a bitch.

My apologies.

I meant only to hurt Gibbs.

Never realizing how much

Miss Sterling got around.

Where is he?

Like I'd ever tell you.

I took the mother of your child.

Do you think I'd hesitate

to make that little girl
an orphan altogether?

Suit yourself.

We're back in the Russian forest?

Out to rewrite history, Agent Gibbs?

Turn back the clock?

If only that were possible.

Where is Gibbs?

This is between

me and him, and no one else.

This is between you and me now.

Perhaps you don't know, Agent Fornell,
what Gibbs took from me.

I know all about your family tree.

But I have a family, too.

This is for Diane.

And this?

What is this?
What is this?

Well, it seems to me
that you have some options.

You could drop that sidearm,

raise your arms and surrender.

Not exactly my style.

Or you could run,
make us hunt you down.

See what that feels like.

I got him.

You feel better?

Not even close.

Maybe a little.

I just heard from DiNozzo and McGee.

Mishnev is still dead.

That supposed to be a joke, Leon?

He fooled us before.

- Not this time.
- That's for sure.

Man, I really do look like hell.

Did you think we were lying to you?

It's nothing a hot shower can't fix.

Amen to that, Leon.

And a hot meal with my daughter.

Then, our timing's perfect.

And I was thinking more of sushi?

Whatever you want, baby.

Whatever you need, it's yours.

Good night.

Good night.

And unless you need anything else,

Jake is waiting for me.

We have much to discuss.

Go easy on him.

Good night.

What, Leon?

Nothing.

Unless there's something
I should know.

Some detail I missed
you might need to tell me.

Good night, Gibbs.

Night.

Yeah, it's open.
Come on in.

Open.

- Why am I not surprised?
- Hello, Anton.

Don't have any vodka,
but there's a cold beer in the fridge.

You are considerate...

but I cannot stay.

I understand we had some success.

You could say that.

I admit I was nervous.

He was quite suspicious at first,
but you were right.

When I told him you killing
Nelly Benin was a fake,

he bought it, as you say,

hook, line and sinker.

People believe
what they want to believe.

Had he not, we might not be having
this conversation right now.

But here we are.

Counselor.

Thank you.

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