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In there, do I...

- Yeah, just name, and address, please.
- Oh, perfect.

You may have lost a pint of blood,

but you made some room for cookies.

William?

You're next.

That's me...

Hi.

Lucky me, right?

First time?

I'm not a big fan of needles.

I promise, this will be
quick and painless, okay?

Okay.

- A few questions before we start.
- Yeah. Sure.

Looks like it's been a slow day.

Unfortunately, yes.

You know, not long ago,

our blood bank had lines out the door.

We need more people like you.

So, you ready to be a hero?

Hands in the air.

Uh, e-exactly what kind of bank
do you think this is?

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McGee!

We got your text. Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm... I'm fine.
Did you guys run here or...?

Your text said, "'Come to Ducky's CPR'."

Yeah, we thought you were choking.

Oh, no... Sorry, autocorrect.

I meant, "Come to Ducky's MPR."

Multipurpose room.

Because I have free coffee.

Are you about to sell
us some timeshares?

I think it's worse than that.

Oh, no. Is it that time
of the year again?

Yeah. It's the twins'

annual school fundraiser.

I know, I know, but this year

it's something
that you guys actually love.

Coffee.

Oh, well, that is better
than last year's wrapping paper.

Or the coupon book I never used.

Remember those vegan candles?

Ah, no. This is way better.

Trust me. Give that a go.

Okay. Here we go.

Mm... Mm.

Whoa! Is that habanero?

That is Fire Brew, my friend.

Packs quite the punch, right?

Yeah, my tongue is on fire.

But I kind of like it.

This guy here, this is Mocha-mania.

This is Jitter Joe.

Fair warning,
Jitter Joe has an extra jolt.

So when you guys are
ready to order boxes,

that is a QR code.

Just go ahead and scan right there.

Boxes? Because that's the only option?

Oh, I mean, you-you could order a bag,

but, uh, you know, why do that
when you can stock up?

Come on, it's coffee. It's NCIS.

Plus, it's my one shot
at beating Brendan Banks, so...

- Who?
- Brendan Banks.

He is the, uh, "cool school dad."

Drives a bougie car,
brings the, uh, fancy snacks,

wins the school fundraiser every year.

Oh, yeah.

- So...
- Oh, yeah. Okay.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

It's my one shot at beating this guy

and proving to my kids that
they have a cool dad, as well.

Plus, if I win, Johnny and Morgan

get their names announced
on the P.A. system at school.

All right. Sign me up.

Hey, locked and loaded.

Brendan Banks is going down.

Oh. Brendan's gonna have to wait.

We got a body.

After this "William" guy pulled a gun,

he threw me out
and then locked the door.

Did he give a last name?

No, he never filled out the forms.

So I was on the phone
with 911 when he came

flying out of the door,
the lieutenant tackled him,

and then...

he fired his gun.

And I-I tried to stop the bleeding,

but it happened so fast,
I-I couldn't save her.

Have you ever seen the suspect before?

No.

But I'll never be able
to unsee him again.

Well, maybe something good
can come from that.

Would you be open
to working with a sketch artist

to create a drawing of the suspect?

Yeah.

Our, uh, victim here is Navy
Lieutenant Barbara Jellison.

Stopped by to donate
on her way to the Navy Yard.

A Navy officer may be off the clock,

but they are never off duty.

Yeah, local LEOs left the RV
for us to process.

All right, I'll take photos.

Oh, come on, man. It's my turn.

- Give me the camera.
- Well, I already got the camera.

I can take the photos.

Just give me the camera, man. Come on.

Would you two like to
know the cause of death

or would you rather spend
your time arguing over a camera?

See? Always so civilized.

He is a wise man.

Gunpowder stippling suggests
that our lieutenant died

from a single gunshot wound,
point-blank to the chest.

Probably bled out pretty quickly, huh?

I'll know more when I get her
back on my table.

What was her killer doing
locked in a blood bank?

No cash...

Stealing drugs, maybe?

Or blood. There is
a nationwide shortage.

The red market must be
booming right now.

The red what?

Oh, it's like the black market,

but it's, you know, red... body parts,

human organs, blood.

Actually, you, Tim, are
a universal donor.

Your blood type's in a high demand.

How do you know my blood type?

You can't imagine
the things I know about you,

Special Agent Timothy Farragut McGee.

Hey, McGee...

You're gonna need to see this.

What are we looking at?

I did not need to see this.

Jitter Joe?

Mocha-mania.

Good.

I don't need the extra caffeine.

I'm still so worked up

about how much blood the killer wasted.

Yeah.

What's going on here?

Art therapy?

No, this is actually

a composite sketch for our killer.

At least I hope so...

Wow, that's really incredible, Jimmy.

Oh, thanks.

The FBI was offering a three-week course

on, uh, forensic sketch artistry.

I had a Groupon.

Do you want to draw
the twins next? I'd pay you.

Oh, come on. No charge.

Speaking of the twins,

I heard you are tied for first
place for the fundraiser?

I am one box away from taking the lead.

You want to help a friend out?

I wish I could. I'm still recovering

from Victoria's last fundraiser.

I bought two crates of popcorn.
I put it on everything:

soups, salads, ice cream...
It's surprisingly versatile.

How about, instead,

I tell you some interesting things

about our lieutenant's killer?

Mm. I am dying to hear this.

All right, no traces of any
foreign hairs on her body.

I extracted the bullet,

but Kasie couldn't pull
any fingerprints off of it.

All right, so far,
that's not very interesting.

I did, however, find a white substance

on her shirt.

Kasie analyzed it.
Turns out it's xylazine.

That's a street drug
more commonly known as "tranq."

As in tranquilizer?
Sounds more like a sleep aid.

Only this particular batch
would put you to sleep forever.

It's been cut with one too many
micrograms of fentanyl.

Our lieutenant had a drug problem?

I don't think so.

There was no drugs in her system.

She probably just got
some on her clothes

when she tackled the killer.

So if our guy was
hyped-up on something...

That would explain why

he went all Jack-the-Ripper
on those blood bags.

'Cause right now,

I'm having a hard time
trying to explain that.

I can prove it. Oh, boy, can I prove it.

Our killer did all this
hyped-up on tranq?

So I know that this looks
like the blood rave

from my third favorite
movie Blade,

but looks can be deceiving.

- Looks can be deceiving.
- Uh-huh.

There's no way that this
is what it appears to be.

No way at all! I just need
to get out of this outfit first.

Why is it so tight? Oh! There we go.

Method to the madness.

So, after the killer
locked the nurse out,

he put on a pair of gloves,

grabbed a bag of blood from the fridge

and then he stabbed it with these.

And then he grabbed another
bag and he did it again.

Grab-stab-toss. Grab-stab-toss.

It-it seems like a crazy,
drug-fueled rage, right?

But it wasn't.

Speaking of drug-fueled,

how many cups of McGee's
Jitter Joe have you had today?

Oh, just a few. Just enough
to get the blood pumping.

No pun intended.

That flavor has triple the caffeine.

Mm.

Okay, that explains
why I set the new record

for the most DNA tests in one day.

Thankfully, it paid off.

So, our killer was looking
for something specific.

According to the blood bank's
donation log,

they received 47 donations this week.

But I only counted 46 bags.

You sure?

Oh, I DNA-tested every pool
of blood in that RV

to confirm that Bag 47 hadn't
been cut open with the rest.

After single-cell analysis
on over a hundred samples...

Thank you, Jitter Joe.

...I'm pretty sure the killer
took that bag with him.

And cutting open all
the other bags was just a cover.

Oh, the guy clearly didn't want
anyone to know what he took.

So this is a heist.

Do you have the donor's name?

Oh, name, Insta, Facebook,
X-for-millionaires Twitter.

What do you want to know?

Oh! You don't want that.
You don't want that anymore.

No, no, no. No, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...

Meet Lauren Hawthorn,
the woman whose blood

someone went to a lot
of trouble to steal.

There must be something
special about it. Or her.

I mean, if there is,
we couldn't find it.

She's a software engineer.

She's worked for a bunch
of, uh, tech companies.

A spotless record.

No priors, no arrests,
no, uh, traffic tickets...

And, uh,

as for the form she filled out
when she gave blood,

she has no history of family illness.

No, uh, recent traveling,

no pregnancies, no STDs.

Yeah, she's healthy and stable,

and unfortunately for us,
totally normal.

Except you don't kill someone
to steal totally-normal blood.

All right, so, let's, uh, focus
on finding the killer and...

...and, uh, maybe, uh,
moving the QR code.

It's prime real estate.

It's a little distracting.

50% off your next box.

Deal. It stays.

Well, I hate to interrupt this,
but we were "focusing"

- on finding the killer?
- Yeah.

And thanks to Jimmy,

we now have an idea
of what he looks like.

All right. I'll add
the sketch to the BOLO.

Yeah, and I'll see if any tranq
dealers, uh, recognize this guy.

All right, Knight, let's go
talk to totally-normal Lauren.

Lauren Hawthorne. NCIS.

So 50% off your next box of coffee?

It's not bad.

In hindsight,
I probably could've gotten 75.

Doesn't look like anyone's home.

Well, someone's car is here.

You smell that?

Is it coming from the garage?

Yeah.

Getting a whiff of something metallic.

With a tart finish.

That's bleach.

A lot of bleach.

And there's a broken doorknob.

- NCIS!
- Coming in!

Oh! God, that's burning my eyes.

Over here.

What the hell is that?

I hate to say it, but I think
we just found Lauren.

You know, Agent Parker,

the breakdown of organic matter
is fascinating.

And pungent.

We appreciate you
taking one for the team.

You think we'll be able
to get a firm ID off of...

- whatever that is?
- Maybe.

Uh, there is no flesh intact,

all the soft tissue is dissolved.

My guess is, in another couple hours,

the entire body would've disappeared.

Got to be easier ways to get rid
of a body than a barrel of acid.

Well, if this is, in fact, Lauren,

then the bad guys weren't
looking to just get rid of her body.

I mean, they stole all the blood
she donated as well.

They're obviously trying
to hide something.

And doing a pretty good job.

Ugh.

House was wiped clean.
Not a single fingerprint.

- I'd love a hair sample.
- Uh,

couldn't find a strand.
Not even in the drain.

- Mm. Found a piece of bone.
- But I do have some good news.

Neighbor heard Lauren arguing
with some guy two nights ago.

Get a description?

"A man who sounded mad"?

So more like medium-good news.

- Mm...
- But, uh,

I like what you found
in the house much better.

Or rather, didn't find.

What do a body, blood, hair

and fingerprints all have in common?

DNA.

They all have human DNA.

Looks like our killer
went to a lot of trouble

to disappear not just Lauren
but her DNA, too.

That still begs the question of why.

Okay, you are all set
for 20 coffee bags, Michelle.

Yeah. Thanks, talk to you later.

Oh, and thanks a latte, mate.

That was NCIS Sydney.

I just sold 20 coffee bags
for McGee's fundraiser.

What? How'd they find out about it?

Oh, I may have sent an email
or two or 50.

McGee only told people
about it in this office,

bless his shy little heart,
so I sent out an email

to all of our sister offices,
so Sydney and Los Angeles and...

Hey, Knight said that you had swore off,
uh, Jitter Joe coffee.

Oh, yeah, I did.
Oh, yeah, this is all me, baby.

Did you know that I won
every fundraising competition

when I was a kid in school? Oh, yeah.

They even had a nickname for me.
Guess, what do you think it was?

Uh, what, Kasie the Winner?

No, Kasie the Closer.

And I am going to close
this win for McGee.

Right after I do my actual job.

I knew we'd get there somehow.

Okay, as it turns out,
I was able to pull DNA

from the bone marrow of our new victim.

Or what was left of her. It was Lauren.

And through the magic of chemistry,

I was able to determine
that her body was placed

in the acid on Saturday night
between 8:00 and 10:00.

So, right after the argument
with that mystery man.

Yeah, it must have been
a hell of an argument.

I've pissed off
plenty of people, but, uh,

nobody's tried to erase my DNA.

Funny that you should mention DNA.

Did you know that Lauren
just started a new job?

Yeah, like, three months ago,

right, at some health start-up company.

Yeah, we've still waiting
for her employee records.

They just came in.

Uh, it was for a company called

Life Sequence. They are
a nutrigenetics company.

Nutri-what-a?

They study how a person's DNA

affects their nutritional needs.

- DNA.
- Yeah,

that's the part that I heard, too.

So, she works at a company

that works with DNA.

And it looks like, all of a sudden,

someone wants to wipe her DNA
off the face of the Earth.

I'm gonna go with Rule 39.

"There is no such thing
as a coincidence."

Lauren's desk is this way.

I just can't believe she's gone.

Uh, we were told that she worked
here as a software engineer?

Yes.

Um, Life Sequence specializes

in creating health plans

tailored to a person's individual DNA.

So, things like eating
for your blood type?

Okay, well...
that's like using a sundial

to tell time
compared to what we do here.

Our lab tests for thousands
of genetic markers,

and our algorithm creates
a personalized health plan

for our clients,

who then receive one of these:
a Sequencer.

It tracks your movements and vitals,

then updates your plan in real time.

Wow, you-you guys
accepting beta testers, or...?

We are, but, uh, only if you qualify

as a Life Sequence Perfect Specimen.

By "Perfect Specimen," you mean...

Them.

You know what?
I'll wait till you go live.

Well, you won't have to wait long.

Just a few weeks more until
our CEO makes the announcement.

Hmm. Well, we're gonna need
to talk to him as well.

Well, unfortunately,
that might not be possible.

He's very private.

And we're, you know, federal agents.

I mean, we're not even supposed
to give out his name.

But I can tell you

he's a visionary.

A billionaire who sacrificed his dream

of going to the Moon

to start this company.

No way is it him.

The moon shot? Come on.

Please tell me that the
CEO of Life Sequence

isn't Fletcher Voss.

Where is he?

Visitors are not allowed.

NCIS. Where is Voss?

Wait, is he in this thing?

This have an eject button?

Or incinerate?

Why the hell aren't you in prison?

While I am flattered

you wanted to check in on me,

interrupting my oxygen bath
and affirmation hour?

That's not the way to do it.

We're here on a case.

And why aren't we having

this conversation at Leavenworth?

I can tell you're still upset
about what happened last year.

The NCIS director was
almost killed because of you.

Indirectly

because of me. I never intended
for him to be shot.

And now,
here you are enjoying an oxygen bath.

Hey, I did hard time.

What?

Two weeks in Club Fed,

then an ankle monitor in your mansion?

Try three months in prison.

And it changed my life.

It turns out,

I had to lose everything

to realize what's really important.

You didn't lose anything.

You sold Bandium and you made millions.

Well, yeah, I meant emotionally.

I was adrift.

Oh.

- Ah.
- Mr. Voss.

Thank you, Holly.

Excuse me.

Mmm.

Mm-hmm.

But in prison, I realized

money isn't important.

Helping people is.

So I created Life Sequence.

I'm a changed man,
and it is because of NCIS,

so thank you.

Turns out that one
of your employee's lives

has changed, too.

Hmm?

Lauren Hawthorne was murdered.

Murdered? What happened?

That's what we came here to find out.

And then we ran into you.

Funny, that.

So, uh, when you're done
with your smoothie, be a pal

and give us access
to her Sequencer data.

She didn't work here long enough
to become a beta tester yet.

But if you need anything else,
I'm here for you.

After everything NCIS has done for me,

I want to help in any way I can.

Chin-chin.

Well, it looks like Voss's lawyers

got his sentence reduced on appeal.

Then he was released early
for good behavior.

Wow. Money can really buy anything.

- But he's a suspect?
- Well, he knew the victim.

Also, a lying snake, so...

I'll see if any of Lauren's
neighbors recognize his photo.

So, are we thinking that the person

who stole Lauren's blood
and killed our lieutenant

was working for Voss?

Maybe, but we got to find him first,

and all of our leads have run cold.

I guess you haven't seen
the recent BOLO alert,

'cause it's hot.

Get it? 'Cause she said
with the cold... never mind.

Someone recognized my composite sketch.

The killer was just admitted
to the Belmont Medical Center.

All right, we got a name.

Hey, Knight, do you, uh,

do you want to do computer stuff?

Mm. Not really.

It's a good thing you guys
have me, because I have this.

Damn, Jimmy.

Were you bored or something?

No, Nick, I'm mad.

I... this guy destroyed
dozens of blood donations

that people desperately need.

Fred Sammons.

He's got a rap sheet
for possession, assault,

shoplifting, I mean,
it's got to be our guy.

Yeah, let's pick him up.

He's already on his way.

Died in the ER. Fentanyl overdose.

Same drug that we found on our victim.

Hmm. You could have led with that.

Did he happen to have Lauren's
missing blood donation on him?

No, but the MPD does have his cell,

and I already asked
that a clone be sent to Kasie.

Hey, dude, you should
get mad more often.

So, I have confirmed that

whoever stole Lauren's blood
was just a hired gun.

I found a text thread
detailing the blood theft.

Who hired him? Please tell me Voss.

I heard that weasel was back.

Unfortunately, I have no idea,

because whoever hired Dracula
was using a burner phone.

But speaking of bloodsuckers,

I have another gift for you...

Did you know
that before you donate blood,

they prick your finger
with one of these...

...to test your hemoglobin levels?

Uh, how about a little trigger
warning next time, Kase?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, my gosh.

Forgot, yeah, you don't do needles.

But anyway, I was processing
the biohazard waste bin,

and I discovered...

Lauren's test was still there.

- Dracula missed it.
- He clearly didn't know

proper blood donation protocol.

Prick first, needle second.

But by matching

the prick tests to the known donors,

I was able to identify Lauren's.

I'm running a whole slew of tests now

to see what... oh.

I guess I'm done.

Okay, let's see...

Oh, no.

What?

Lauren was pregnant.

Is there any way that we can
find out who the father was?

Well, lucky for us,
these tests detect fetal DNA,

which is a mix of
the mother and father's,

so I'll just need
a little bit of time to, um...

Would you quit cutting me off?

That was quick.

Because the match was
already in our criminal database.

The father was someone we arrested?

Yep. And you're gonna love this...

The father...

...was Fletcher Voss.

And it seems like he really
didn't want anyone to know.

I hoped I'd never see
Fletcher Voss's face again.

I did more time in juvie for shoplifting

than this guy did trying to kill you.

And now he may have succeeded
with Lauren Hawthorne.

I knew Voss was twisted, but this?

You mean giving Lauren an acid bath

to cover up her pregnancy?

The man's a millionaire.

He can't afford to raise one kid?

Not if that kid costs $20 million.

Voss is in the middle
of a nasty divorce.

If his wife finds out
that he got Lauren pregnant,

he loses a $20 million settlement.

Mm. It's always about money with him.

The man is consistent.

And he consistently hires other
people to do his dirty work.

Have we been able to tie him to the man

who robbed the blood bank?

- Working on it.
- It needs to be airtight.

If there's even the slightest crack,

Voss will slip through it.

I am not letting this son of a bitch

get away with murder.

Well, Voss isn't stupid.
He knows we're coming for him.

Which means he'll do whatever it takes

to get us off his trail.

100%.

You're not kidding.

Fletcher Voss just bought
100 bags of Mocha-mania.

How'd he find out about the fundraiser?

He must've started digging
after we left his office.

Trying to buy his way out of jail?

Well, wouldn't be the first time.

Well, at least it's for a good cause.

Trying to distract us from the case.

Something about Lauren
has been bothering me.

She said she wasn't pregnant
on her blood donation form.

Right. So how did Voss
know if Lauren didn't?

Well, if she had a Sequencer,

he could've tracked her vitals
and figured it out.

Voss said she didn't have one.

Okay, let's assume that's true,

even though it came out of Voss's mouth.

What about his Sequencer?
Can we use that?

Well, the Sequencer tracks movement.

So, if we can access his data...

It might put him at Lauren's house

when she was murdered.

Come on.

I mean, do we really think
he's dumb enough

to wear a fancy watch
when he killed Lauren?

There's only one way to find out.

We get a warrant, go in undercover

and then access the company server data.

So how do we get access the data
without tipping off Voss?

Send in a beta tester.

A what?

"Perfect specimen."

Someone in peak physical condition.

We're, uh, we're talking
an elite athlete.

Hmm. Yeah.

Yeah...

Who are we thinking?

I really appreciate you coming
in so quickly, Mr. DelSorro.

Yeah, you got to hustle
for that muscle, baby.

Well, your stats are impressive.

Resting heart rate is low,
your muscle mass is high,

your BMI is almost perfect.

Mm-hmm.

So you really think you can
take me to the next level?

Well, that depends.

Not everybody's made for the next level.

But this will give us a baseline
of your fitness level.

Then you'll receive a new health plan,

along with my personal line
of Life Sequence Supplements.

All right.

- You ready to begin?
- Yeah, let's do it.

Actually, Doc, do you mind

if we start with a little bit of water?

Of course.

All right, we're live.

Reading you loud and clear.

All right. Network bug's
doing its thing.

It looks like we can only
access their system

if your health data
is flowing into it.

Which means you cannot stop running

until I get Voss's Sequencer data.

Oh, I can run for hours. It's all good.

Okay. Here you go.

I forgot, every 15 seconds

the speed and the incline will increase.

We just want to push you

to your absolute limit.

Oh, no limits, Doc. You'll see.

Okay, Voss's fortress has been breached.

Ooh. Little problem here.

Sequencer's not GPS enabled.

Well, how's it tracking movement, then?

Wi-Fi for general location,

then via motion sensors.

No, this thing tracks walking,
running, driving...

Okay, so in order to find
Voss's exact location,

we have to retrace his steps?

Literally.

Hey, Nick, uh, we're gonna need

a little more time than we thought.

No sweat. I got this.

That's the attitude, Mr. DelSorro.

Okay, looks like Voss woke up
8:00 a.m. Saturday morning.

Walked 52 feet.

Okay, that puts him smack

in front of a cigar store
or a yoga studio.

Well, he's been on
a health kick lately, so...

How you holding up, Nick?

No limit!

No limits.

Okay, so we're finally at 6:17 p.m.

Voss drove 15.3 miles...

Which is the exact distance between

Voss's condo and Lauren's house.

Voss walked 38 feet, climbed two stairs.

Which puts Voss

smack in front of Lauren's front door...

Right at the time of Lauren's murder.

Ah! Okay, hey, Nick.

- We got him.
- No limits.

No limits.

Nick, you can stop running.

No limits.

No limits.

Well, maybe not for you, pal.

That treadmill can't go any faster.

Sorry, little one. Whew.

I'm impressed, Mr. DelSorro.

Yeah?

You just made the top percentile.

Mm!

You realize we're never gonna
hear the end of this, right?

Yeah.

Hello? Is this gonna take long?

I need to take my smoothie soon.

I have to maintain my electrolytes.

Wow, is this guy full of it.

Hello?

Have you forgotten about me?

How could I?

You're, uh...

Leon Vance, Director of NCIS.

I don't think we've officially met.

I was recovering from a gunshot wound

during your last visit.

Takes more than a bullet
to knock me out.

Have a seat, Mr. Voss.

I'm assuming this is about Lauren...

uh, Ms. Hawthorne.

I told your agents that you
have my full cooperation.

Sorry.

This is gonna keep beeping
until I drink my smoothie.

Your agents confiscated it.

Could I have it?

Of course.

No way.

In Vance we trust.

Ah. Thank you.

Hey, by the way,

did you get my donation
to your fundraiser?

Yeah, I did.

Anything for the kids, right?

Hey, could I get a napkin, or...?

I'm on this high-alkaline,
liquid-only diet.

Our Chief Visionary Officer's
been making

these bad boys for me six times a day,

and I've never felt better.

I can get you the recipe, if you like.

What we'd like is a confession.

A confession to what?

The murder of Lauren Hawthorne.

That's insane.

Not according to your Sequencer data,

which puts you at Lauren's
house Saturday night.

During the four-hour window
in which she was killed.

How did you get this?

This was on a private server.
You would need...

A warrant? Got one of those, too.

Why would I kill Lauren?
I told you, I barely knew her.

Except for the fact

that she was pregnant with your child.

A child that would have jeopardized

your divorce settlement

and cost you millions.

So you did what you always do.

You eliminated the threat.

In Vance we trust.

I can't go back to prison.
That's why I didn't tell you.

Yeah, that's why most people
don't confess to murder.

Not the murder.

It's why I didn't tell you
that I was dating her,

because I knew you'd go right to me.

I loved Lauren.

And I would never hurt her.

I went to her house Saturday
night to take her out to dinner.

It was our two-month anniversary.

But she wasn't feeling well.

She was pregnant.

With our child.

With my child.

Oh.

He's got to be acting. Right?

It doesn't look like he's acting.

Well, if Voss didn't know
Lauren was pregnant...

There goes our motive.

Okay, all right, all right.

Just take it easy. Just breathe.

- Mr. Voss.
- To think that...

- I don't want...
- What?

Mr. Voss!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Mr. Voss. Hey, we need help here!

Okay, got it.

Thanks, Doc.

Voss is unconscious, but stable.

Well, figures. The guy's like Teflon.

Worms his way out of everything.

Even death.

Docters know what happened?

They said he had a hemorrhagic stroke.

Whoa.

It wasn't us. They said

Voss must've had a congenital condition.

Damn it.

This smoothie's just not coming out.

Anyone else find it
a little coincidental

that this congenital condition
appears now?

First Lauren is murdered

and then our prime suspect nearly dies.

Oh, are you saying that Voss's
stroke might not be an accident?

Hold on, everybody, hey!

I have big news.

I think Voss's stroke
wasn't an accident.

Uh, Jimmy, we're already ahead of you.

Oh, here I was thinking

I just cracked the case. Never mind.

Uh, run with it. What do you got?

Well, I was just reviewing
Voss's hospital chart

and I noticed some odd markers
in his blood.

Again with the blood.

Yeah, the clotting factors,
they're a bit off.

And Voss doesn't have any history

of any condition that would explain it.

So what would?

Uh, medication.
Something that he ingested.

Considering that Voss
is on a liquid-only diet,

you might want to start...

there.

Well, um...

We're gonna need that shirt.

Just be careful with it, all right?

It's my favorite shirt.

Mm.

You weren't careful with it.

I am sorry. I needed a piece

large enough for Mass Spec to analyze.

Don't worry, we'll make sure
that Voss buys you a new shirt.

That was irreplaceable.

The softest of cottons.

Aged just right.

I hope the sacrifice was worth it.

We're about to find out.

Okay.

Looks like Voss's smoothie

contained a high water content,

natural sugars,

oh, and plenty of betanin.

That is what makes beets red.

Not exactly deadly.

Except to your laundry.
Your shirt never stood a chance.

Wait a minute, hold on.

Uh, Mass Spec also detected

trace amounts of warfarin.

That is a blood thinner and that
does not belong in a smoothie.

Would that explain Voss's symptoms?

Uh, no, not this small a dose.

Mass Spec barely detected it.

But if Voss ingested
this amount regularly...

Like six smoothies a day
for the last month?

The drug would build up
in his system, eventually

causing severe anemia
and drastically increasing

his chances of a hemorrhagic stroke.

Voss was being poisoned.

You think someone was
spiking his smoothies?

Yep, and I got a good idea who that is.

I just heard the news about Mr. Voss.
Is he okay?

He's not out of the woods yet.

Are you relieved?

Or disappointed?

Oh, Mr. Voss has been
nothing but kind to me.

I don't wish him ill will.

Hmm. Really?

Because the contract

that the two of you
signed says different.

I signed an NDA.

I can't talk about what's inside that.

- Oh, but we can.
- Yeah, we can.

And it looks to us that Voss
didn't create Life Sequence.

You did.

Three years ago, out of your garage.

Impressive.

Only problem was you
couldn't get enough funds

to get it off the ground.

So Voss came to the rescue.

Your, uh, knight in shining...

whatever.

- Oxygen tank?
- Thank you.

So you signed over the rights to him.

And, in exchange,
Voss funded the company.

We saw how much you got paid.

You got ripped off.

So I was desperate,
and I made a bad business deal.

That isn't a crime.

No, but murder is.

So what are you...

Are you saying I tried
to kill Fletcher Voss?

- You tried to poison him.
- What? No...

But you ended up killing Lauren instead.

We ran a tox screen,

and the same blood thinner
was found in her system.

She must've drank some
of, uh, Voss's smoothie.

You know, the one that you
personally make for him.

Our ME thinks that the poison

interacted with medication
she was taking and killed her.

And that eventually would've
tracked back to you.

So you destroyed the body and the blood.

You got rid of all evidence.

Okay, this is insane.

What, you think I tried to kill Voss

because of a bad deal three years ago?

What's done is done.

Oh, except it it's not.

Page 113, uh...

Blah, blah, blah.

"In the event of death, all rights

revert back to the surviving party."

If Voss kicks the bucket,

you get your company back.

Okay, you don't understand.
I don't want my company back!

The algorithm, the Sequencer?

None of it works! It's all a lie!

What do you mean?

After Voss bought my company,

he gave me a fancy new title, then...

completely iced me out.

But I hear people talk.

The health plans aren't accurate.

The system keeps glitching.

But you told us that Voss was gonna go

live with it in two weeks.

Yeah, Voss thinks we'll
work faster with a deadline.

That this thing can still work.

But it's just wishful thinking.

The whole company...

...it's a house of cards.

The poison was in the smoothies,
and you made them.

I prepared it, but...

I didn't pick out the ingredients.

I just...

put in what the doctor ordered.

Doctor?

Thank you, Brad.

Make sure you see Carla on the
way out about your check, yeah?

Well, it's another perfect specimen.

You're two-timing me, Doc?

Mr. DelSorro.

I wasn't expecting you.

Are you here for some more testing?

Oh, no, no, I've had
enough pain for one day.

Yours, on the other hand,
is just beginning.

I'm sorry, who-who are you?

NCIS.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Lauren Hawthorne

and the attempted murder
of Fletcher Voss.

A murder?

We found blood thinners
in the supplements

that you gave Voss.

You've been poisoning him for months.

Why would I do that?

Because Voss brought you
on as a medical expert

and your name is on all of the studies.

The fake studies.

And you knew that

once Voss went live the program,

everyone would know it didn't work.

And that you were a fraud.

So in order to stop
your own personal Theranos,

you had to kill him.

I told him

that the program wasn't ready,

and he just kept insisting.

I only did this to protect people.

Oh, right, right,
like you protected Lauren?

Why do they always run?

Well, Mr. Perfect Specimen?

Got a full confession.

Donovan admitted to the poisoning,

the disposal of Lauren's body,
all of it.

Full confession
and I got a little cardio.

It's a win-win.

Mm.

Ooh, fundraiser just ended.

Put it up.

What?

Brendan Banks wins again?

Wow, that guy's good.

Or he cheated.

I say we investigate him.

Sorry, McGee.

I know how much you wanted this.

Well, at least the kids get
their new lab equipment. Right?

That's what matters.

Hey, there's always next year
to kick his ass.

Rather than kicking ass,

maybe we can save someone's ass tonight.

Hospital just called.

Voss has taken a turn for the worse.

He needs a blood transfusion.

Don't they have donations?

Not since they hit the blood bank.

And they're asking
for a very rare blood type.

And according to Dr. Palmer,

Agent McGee is a universal donor.

Wait, you can't be serious.

Wow, duty calls,

Special Agent Timothy Farragut McGee.

You're welcome.

Hey.

They told me what you did.

I don't know what to say.

How about "thank you"?

After everything I put
your agency through,

for you to do this for me?

Before you get too excited,
it was Director Vance's idea.

Okay?

In case that makes you feel any worse.

Yeah, it does.

And I deserve to feel like
crap, after what I did to him.

God, I'm such an idiot.

Take it you heard about Dr. Donovan?

Yeah.

It's my fault.

If I hadn't pushed
the company so hard...

Just...

I let my greed and arrogance

cloud my judgment again.

And now Lauren is dead

'cause of me.

Lauren and our child.

You know, the moment Director
Vance told me she was pregnant,

I couldn't help but think
what the hell kind of father

would I be?

Self-doubt comes with the territory.

You're speaking from experience.

Twins, right?

Yeah.

I bet you're a great dad.

They must think you're
a real-life superhero.

You being an agent and all.

Actually...

kids don't really care about your job

or... your status.

Winning fundraisers.

Then what do they care about?

Time.

The moments you spend together.

Being there for them
when they need you most.

You're a good person,

Agent McGee.

You can call me Tim.

Okay.

Tim.

And maybe I'm a good person too,

now that you're inside me.

Oh, please don't ever say that again.

We are literally connected by blood.

- No.
- We're like brothers.

- We are not. Okay.
- Tim, blood brothers.

- Ple... please stop.
- Now and forever.

What do you say?

Hmm? Come on.

Bro?

Come on.