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Come here.

What?

You sure your dad won't notice
the car is missing?

We're finally alone and
you're thinking about my dad?

Have you met your dad?

We've only got an hour.
Let's not waste it by talking.

- I didn't say anything.
- Look.

Hi. Would you mind moving along?

We're having a moment.

Now... where were we?

Hey! Hey!

Call 911. My girlfriend's still inside!

Oh, my God.

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In theaters now.

Well, that movie trailer was...

- terrible.
- Amazing.

- What?
- Amazing?

- Yeah.
- There's, like, no plot,

bad CGI and there's too many zombies.

Well, it's Zombie Apocalypse.

What did you expect?

I don't know, maybe a
little social commentary?

You know, like Night
of the Living Dead.

Night of the Living Dead
had a subtle critique

of rampant American consumerism.

Yeah, well, I don't think
America got the message.

Hmm.

Good morning!

Early morning shopping spree?

Uh, preparations for tonight.

Ooh, yes. Robin has an epic
"ladies' night" planned for us.

And of course,
my sister likes surprises,

so she's not telling us
where we're going.

Thus, options.

Lots and lots of options.

Yeah, knowing Robin, I bet
she's taking you guys to

like a, like a sound bath.

Yeah, or yoga with goats.

With baby goats. She loves the goats.

You know what? I'm actually
up for anything

that doesn't involve a mass spec.

Yeah. Or any dead bodies.

Ooh. That is Robin
with the dress code for tonight.

Hmm?

"Crafty chic."

She just made that up.

Yeah, what does that even mean?

- Wait a minute.
- Huh?

- You have to be in on this.
- Yeah. You're dating Robin.

Okay.

What does my sister have
planned for us tonight?

And what is crafty chic?
Is it boho glitter?

Is it kindergarten couture? Spill it.

I don't know, all right?

We don't tell each other everything.

Hmm.

Besides, I'm just happy that
I'm gonna have the night off.

What, you got a hot date
with your, uh, bench press?

What are you doing tonight, McGee?

I'm going to a movie.

Oh, yeah, Delilah and
the kids are out of town.

Ooh, Zombie Apocalypse
looks great.

Yeah, but do I see
the movie that's mindless

or do I go see one
that the critics love?

How about the one with a dead sailor?

Uh... guessing we got a body?

Good guess. Grab your gear.

This one might go late.

Oh, Robin is not gonna be happy

if we have to reschedule ladies' night.

Yeah.

All right. We have Petty Officer
First Class Jennifer Garcia.

Worked Logistics at the Navy Yard.

And she was just picking out

a new armoire
in the middle of the night?

More like picking up extra work.

Roommate said she was helping the owner

post antiques to his website.

You talk to the owner?

Uh, tried.

Voicemail says he's in India
at a Buddhist retreat.

Finding inner peace?

Yeah, well, he's gonna need it,
especially if he's at fault.

Turns out, the last time
this building had

a fire inspection,
people were prepping for Y2K.

Some of these wires
are older than the antiques.

It would suggest this was an accident.

Arson investigator will be here soon.

He'll have thoughts, I'm sure.

Of course, if it was an accident,

why didn't our victim try and run?

I was keeping Jen company.

She gets spooked alone here at night.

We ate takeout

and then I fell asleep on the couch.

Next thing I know,
the room was filled with smoke.

I tried to find Jen,
but I couldn't breathe.

So I ran for help.

Well, the firemen said
that they had to stop you

from running back into the fire.

That was brave... but risky.

Do you believe in soulmates?

I'd like to.

I think so. Maybe?

That is worth running back
into any fire for.

Would you mind stepping back
to the doorway?

Oh. Of course. Sorry.

I was just double-checking for
some structural instabilities

before the investigator gets here.

Looks like we managed to contain
the fire to the storage room.

Oh, it's pretty impressive, being how

all that antique furniture
was basically kindling.

And then some.

I mean, the floor was
covered in wood chips,

sawdust, bunch of varnish
from the refinishings.

So not kindling. Jet fuel.

Are all NTIS agents as funny as you?

NCIS.

Sorry.

Did you always want to be a firefighter?

I just mostly wanted a dalmatian.

But I'd be more than happy

to tell you about it
over dinner tonight.

I have, uh, plans tonight. With friends.

Of course. No worries.

Parker, check this out.

Got a faint radiation pattern
right there.

I never could get into fire science.

It's like when you throw a stone
in the water and it ripples?

Fire burns the same way.

So, we can trace those ripples
back to its origin?

Yep. And that looks to be...

possible source of ignition.

Which would mean that this fire
wasn't an accident.

I don't think this fire was an accident.

The victim's windpipe was crushed.

She was strangled.

I think someone might've been
trying to cover up a murder.

Well, we've already got
means and opportunity.

Now all we need is motive.

Ooh, Kasie, nice boots.

It's my outfit
for ladies' night tonight.

Is it giving "crafty chic"?

- Oh, it's definitely giving.
- Perfect.

Loving this look.

It says NCIS, but also N-C-I-Yas!

Well, except you might've
put it on for nothing

if we don't get a bite out of this case.

Oh! That's why I'm wearing it.

Robin taught me about "manifesting,"

so I put it on early

so I could "manifest" us some answers.

And?

Oh, you tell me.

Now, Jimmy was unable to determine

Petty Officer Garcia's
exact time of death,

but the last thing she posted
to this website

was time-stamped midnight.

All right. So our victim
was killed sometime

between then and the 911 call.

And while she didn't die in the fire,

her phone certainly did.

Luckily, the universe is on my side.

I was able to pull some ones and zeroes

off its internal drive.

Analyzing them now.

- Able to get anything on that lighter?
- Yes!

I found some kind of faded
engraving on the bottom.

I put it in a solvent bath
to enhance it. Stay tuned.

I also analyzed the trash can

that you guys found at the crime scene.

I found some kind of turpentine residue,

which is a highly volatile accelerant.

Not something you'd just
casually throw away in the trash.

Or drop a lighter into unless
you wanted some fireworks.

That thing burned hot, fast and furious.

Ooh, that must be the ones
and the zeroes

from the phone.

Oh, wow!

Hey, this manifesting
thing, it really works.

Check out these texts.

Well, now we've got motive.

Yas!

"I don't know if I can forgive you."

And then she adds,

"I'm just so hurt, I need space."

Then, you threw back,

"Are you breaking up with me? Jen?

Answer me!!!"

Three exclamation marks.

Jennifer never replied.

Yeah, so much for being soulmates.

Um, she-she wasn't breaking up with me.

She was just, she was pissed off,

and she had every right to be.

I forgot our anniversary.

Well, forgetting your anniversary...

that is the quickest way
to not have another one.

I-I sent that text, and then
I rushed over to apologize.

Hope you brought flowers.

I brought flowers and a,
and a card, and a gold necklace.

I had to beg through the door

before she buzzed me in, but we made up.

It's a cute story.

It's too bad it's not true.

Excuse me?

Our M.E. determined
that Jennifer was strangled

before the fire was set.

And you just admitted to being
there when it happened.

- She was murdered?
- But that's not the first time

your temper got the best of you, is it?

It says here that you
got into a nasty fight

in a club with a guy a few years ago.

That is not what it looks like.

What it looks like is
that you got charged

with aggravated assault and served time.

Okay. Um, I admit that I lost
my cool, but look into the guy...

Yeah, maybe you "lost your cool"
when Jennifer broke up with you.

I did not kill my girlfriend!

Go ahead and have a seat.

We found this lighter
with your initials on it

exactly where the fire was started.

D.M.H.

Daniel Morgan Holloway, right?

Okay. Yes, this is mine.

- Hmm.
- Or it was mine.

I used to smoke.

I gave it to Jennifer when I quit.

To remind me who I quit for.

Except we didn't find it in her purse.

We found it in a trash can
filled with accelerant.

I don't think that I should say
anything else.

Smart move.

Mm, the first one you've made all day.

Some people just can't
accept when a relationship is over.

All right, we got approval
to charge Dan with murder,

but the courts are already
closed for the weekend.

Guess Dan just won a free stay
at Chateau NCIS.

I'll get him set up for the night.

Yeah, we got to finish up that
paperwork quick before...

Who's ready for ladies' night?

...Robin shows up.

Hey.

- You're early.
- Yeah.

I didn't want to give you
and Kasie any time to back out.

So, you ready to get your hands dirty?

Uh...

You're still working?

Actually, Jess was just leaving.

- Mm.
- We've got this.

You do?

Yeah, you know,
gyms are open 24-7, baby.

Zombie Apocalypse is
playing every hour, so...

See? That wasn't so hard.

Thanks, guys. I owe you.

Never thought I'd say this but...

- thanks for working late, babe.
- Mm.

Agent Parker?

- That the autopsy report?
- Ah, no, still working on that.

This is the, uh, special delivery.

Special?

Yeah, the thing that you asked for.

From my buddy down at the county...

Why are we whispering?

I figured this was a secret.

It's not a secret, Jimmy.

Oh. Then what's inside?

It's a secret.

Life is full of surprises.

Much like pottery.

You begin with a vision,

carefully molding the clay
just the way you want.

"Crafty chic" is making
so much sense right now.

Yeah, the last time
I was digging through clay,

I was looking for clues.

Uh, hey, new rule. No work talk.

Okay, let's grab some more wine,
and then we'll get started.

Also, I wanted to thank you both
for coming out tonight.

I know life can get busy,
but this is what it's all about.

Friends and family.

To a much needed night off!

So, what's new? What's the tea?

Oh. I was at an arson
crime scene today...

Jess, no work talk.

Well, if you'd just let me finish,

I was gonna tell you
that there was a fireman there,

and I gave him my number.

- Yes!
- Oh! Jess, yes!

You only live once.

Well, apparently, he's in
this year's firehouse calendar

and he promised to give me a sneak peek.

Is that it?

Is that the calendar?

No, no. It's just
Jimmy's autopsy report.

- Oh.
- Oh. Put it away.

So, Kasie, what's new
in your dating life?

- What's your type?
- Mm...

I've been trying to figure
this out since I met you.

Okay, so I am back on the apps again,

but you know, it's really nerve-racking.

So sometimes I just,
like, panic un-match.

- Whoa.
- Don't judge.

No, Jimmy's report.

There was a gold necklace burned

into Petty Officer Garcia's flesh.

Ugh! Gross.

What did I...? Put it away, Jess!

Our killer told us that he bought her

a necklace as an apology gift.

Okay, students, come grab your clay.

Listen, if our victim really was
wearing this necklace,

then maybe they really did make up.

Which would mean
he was telling the truth.

Which means he might not be our killer.

Okay. You know what? Maybe we just, uh,

put this out of our minds for the night.

- Yeah. Good luck with that.
- Yeah.

McGee?

Hey, man.

Hey! Hey, sorry.
I thought you went home.

No, I needed to get Dan some dinner.

He still didn't say a word.

I thought, uh,

I thought you were gonna go
watch a movie tonight?

Yeah, I got sidetracked.

By, uh, killer teddy bears?

Killing with Kindness 3.
It's a classic, man.

Man, you really want to spend

your one night off playing this thing?

Well, yeah. I figured,
when else am I gonna get

a couple hours to kick back
and blow up some

- cute-but-lethal teddy bears?
- Hmm.

Dude...

Join me. Come on.

- Eh.
- Come on.

I'm trying to become
a Level 15 Glitter Lord,

but you got to complete a crazy amount

of Sprinkle Battles. Come on.

Was that supposed to convince me?

If we play together,
I bet we'll get to a level

no one else has gotten to.

But if you can't handle the challenge...

Give me that damn controller.

Yeah!

Ah! So this is why the
floor was rumbling in MTAC.

Oh, hey, Director.
Yeah, uh, we were just, uh...

We just, uh...

Closed a case.

Yes, a suspect strangled his girlfriend.

You know what? I'm gonna
stop you right there, gentlemen.

I am more than done with work
for the evening.

Rough day?

Yeah. We just wrapped

a high-risk personnel extraction
down south.

Successfully, but, uh, it was
touch and go for a bit.

Well, congratulations, sir.

Thank you.

And I was hoping to grab a drink
with Parker and decompress,

but, um, I can't find him.

Hmm.

Jess?

Jess? Hello?

What? Yes. What, what?

Um, Robin wanted to know
what you thought about her...

Yeah. That is, that's a beautiful bowl.

It's a cup.

Okay. Uh, you know, I need more clay.

Um, Kase, do you need some more?

- Mm-mm. No, I'm good.
- Ooh! Ooh!

Yes, I think I need
some more clay as well.

Okay. I cannot stop thinking
about the apology necklace

that Jimmy found on the victim's body.

Me too. Okay, so I figured
there's only two options.

She either put the necklace on herself

because they really did make up.

Or he put it on her
after he strangled her

as part of his cover story.

So, how do we know which is which?

I... Oh.

I might have a way,

but, um, we promised Robin
we wouldn't work.

Then I guess we'll just have to
make sure she doesn't find out.

Damn, Director, save some
teddy bears for the rest of us.

Eh, it's beginner's luck.

There is no way that you have
never played this before.

Well, I'm a fast learner, McGee.

Uh-uh!

I used to play video games with my kids.

And they never went easy on me.

Well, the student has become the master.

I'm glad I found you two.

It's a lot more therapeutic
than drinks with Parker.

Yeah, and easier on the liver.

Level 15 Glitter Lord, here we come.

Ooh.

Pizza's here. Save the Glitter Rampage

- till I get back.
- Okay.

- Hey, Nick?
- What?

Come in here a sec.

All right.

What's up?

Kasie's computer just woke up.

Was she hacked?

Maybe Kasie's operating remotely, I...

I mean, there were files
related to the murder.

I think Kasie and Knight might
still be working the case.

Oh, Robin ain't gonna like that.

Hi, Mom...

Yeah, what's up, McGee?

Really?

No, no, I haven't heard anything
from Knight or Kasie.

Far as I know,
they're taking the night off.

So should you, it's...

The case can wait until Monday.

All right.

Is your experiment almost done?
Because I can only wreck

so many more bowls before
they ban me from the wheel.

Okay, the control sample just needs

a few more minutes in the kiln.

I'm sorry you had to sacrifice
your necklace for this.

It's all right.

It was only ten dollars.

I'm just glad that I was able
to pull the specs

of the victim's necklace off
of my computer.

Ugh, Dan said it was real gold, but...

- Copper with gold plating?
- Yeah.

His cheapness works out in our favor

'cause copper bends
a lot easier than gold.

Now, if Petty Officer Garcia was

wearing that necklace
when she was strangled,

the pressure would've kinked the chain

and affected how it melted.

So, why do we have
to burn your necklace?

Oh, it will function as a control.

We'll get to see how it melts

when it wasn't squished
by strangle-hands.

So if Garcia's necklace was squashed...

Then maybe Dan was telling the truth

about them making up.

- Oh! It's starting to melt.
- Oh.

Uh, I'm sorry, you need to step away

from the kiln while it's in use.

Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am,
this is official NCIS business.

This is a pottery studio.

And this kiln is now officially
part of our investigation.

Jess!

Are you kidding me?

You promised me you wouldn't work.

I know. I'm sorry,
but something came up.

How's it looking?

Based on our control,

looks like the victim put
the necklace on herself.

So Dan didn't plant it
and they did make up.

But why would he strangle her
if they made up?

Maybe Dan isn't really the killer.

The kiln... it's set way too high!

And you left my pearl-glazed
earthenware bowls in there?!

Oops.

You three are gonna pay

for any damages that come from this.

Oh, me? I wasn't a part of this.

Oh.

- Okay. That is our cue to go.
- Oh!

Oh!

- You ruined it!
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Can I come back for my vase?

Thank you.

Trust me, whatever's going on,
they're not working, all right?

If I even say the word "work"
around Robin, she grows fangs.

That's annoying.

Yeah, it kind of is. Forget it, man.

Let's get back in there

and destroy some
of these fluffy bastards.

Dudes' night it is.

Funny thing is, like, they're so cute

but, like, they're so deadly, you know?

Wait, hold on.

Dan's cell records just came through.

Feels like a Monday thing, right?

I'm not so sure.

Didn't Dan say that he was
at that antique store all night?

He did.

Then why does his cell phone
put him ten miles away?

There's something he's not telling us.

So much for dudes' night.

Oh, that's perfect.

Thanks, Paige. You're great.

I'll be back with that charcuterie board

faster than you can say cheese.

She's fun.

Oh, speaking of fun.

Hey, Mr. December.

Oh. Ooh!

"Hot enough to melt the snow..."

Oh. "But don't worry,

we've got it under control."

Okay, enough.

I know you don't care
about Mr. December.

You're still thinking about the case.

All I wanted was a fun, relaxing night,

but you had to ruin it by working.

No, no, no. It's not ruined.

Okay, maybe the pottery is ruined...

Look, we're in a really cute place,

and we have cheese on the way...

I don't care about the cheese, Jess!

I spent so much time planning
this perfect evening.

And we appreciate that.

You did fantastic.

And then you pull the same crap
that Nick does.

I know he works hard,
so I plan these special nights

where we can just have
some fun together.

But then he's always talking about work

or canceling last minute,
or leaving early.

Nick sacrifices a lot for NCIS.

But we all do.

I mean, listen, this is the kind of job

where one mistake is the difference

between life and death.

Like today, we-we arrested a guy

we thought murdered his girlfriend.

Yes, yes. But using the kiln,

- I was able to prove...
- I know, I know.

I know your work is important.

I just signed up to date Nick, not NCIS.

Unfortunately, it's a package deal.

Well, it's a bad package.

People need a work-life balance.

Burnout is a real thing.

Okay. You're right.

You're right. Okay?

I-I can update the guys tomorrow.

You planned a really wonderful evening,

so let's just... just enjoy it.

Yeah, and-and what,

we have one more stop
on the schedule, right?

Okay, hope it's dancing.

Mm...

Yay!

One question.

This guy you arrested...

Oh?

If it's not a crime of passion,

then what's your motive for the murder?

Is this some kind of test or something?

Sounds like your suspect
doesn't have one anymore.

You know, we're not sure.

So the real killer
might still be out there.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Is she testing us or not?

It's open!

New hobby?

Old habit.

Helps me think.

And based on your texts,

I guess I'm not the only one
who's been thinking.

Yeah, it's the strangulation case.

Dan's cell phone places him

about a dozen miles
from the crime scene.

That give him an alibi?

Possibly.

And he never thought to mention it?

Right? It's weird.

We tracked him to a dive bar.

The Gravel Pit.

But if, you know, you want
to keep playing piano, we can...

Oh, yeah, yeah. For sure.
Uh, we don't want to bother you.

Your call got me thinking.

So I dug into Dan's record.

You remember that guy
that he beat up at that club?

Lucas Roman.

Rap sheet a mile long.

Assault, domestic abuse, vandalism.

This guy's like a walking red flag.

Yeah, and it just so happens

that he was our victim's ex-boyfriend.

She filed several
restraining orders against him.

Wow, so Dan was actually

defending his girlfriend from a stalker.

And Dan also went to Duke
on a full scholarship.

- Meaning?
- Meaning he's smart.

Smart people don't leave lighters

with their initials at a crime scene.

We're missing something.

You want me to call Knight
and Kasie, fill them in?

No, no. We got this.
Let them have their night off.

All right, last round, ladies.

The boss's printer is
officially out of toner.

We're not keeping you
from closing, are we?

Oh, please. You're
the most interesting table

I've ever waited on.

Stay as long as you want.

Also, love the jacket.

Thank you. I love your hair.

I think I just figured out your type.

What? No, uh, no.

She was just... Well, I was just...

Just flirting?

I'm proud of you.

Here. These are from the owner's office.

Right. What am I looking for?

Oh, anything unusual.

- Yeah.
- Thanks, girl.

That's vague.

That's pretty much the job.

Oh. This guy's chakras
are all misaligned.

This is a red root chakra.

It symbolizes vitality,

- energy...
- Robin.

Uh, uh, it's a root chakra.

It belongs on the bottom.
But it's on top.

Well, the owner is
at a Buddhist retreat in India,

so I'm pretty sure he knows
the proper order of the chakras.

Well, if that's true,

then how did these end up
in the wrong order?

There's a crack in the statue's arm.

Maybe someone knocked it over

and put the stones back
in the wrong order?

- But who?
- That Dan guy said

in his statement that
he and his girlfriend

never went into the office.

If he's telling the truth,

that means somebody else
was in the... office.

I already told you...
no lawyer, no talking.

You don't need to talk. We will.

Have a seat. You said that you were

at the antique shop all night,

but it turns out,
you took a little field trip.

Yeah, a little
midnight run to The Gravel Pit.

Great title for a song.

Yeah, bad look for your defense.

Especially when you didn't even
try to use it as an alibi.

Which has me thinking
that you don't want us hearing

what that mystery man has to say.

So we're gonna take a guess.

After you killed
your girlfriend, you panicked.

And called your buddy for help.

And maybe he's the one that told you

to go back and burn down the office.

He has nothing to do with this.

Who is he?

It's just a matter of time

before someone at the
bar recognizes him.

And when they do,

he'll be an accomplice to murder.

I just said that this guy
has nothing to do with this.

So please, leave him alone.

Gonna need more than that.

Or he's gonna go down, too.

His name is Liam.

We grew up together.

And he's like a brother to me.

He has a good heart, but he has
made some mistakes.

Hmm.

What kind of mistakes?

He just got out of prison.

But he's, he's turning
things around this time.

He's sober now, three months.

But last night, he called me...

Late-night craving.

Yeah.

He was about to slip,

so I rushed over,

and I talked him down
and then I drove him home.

- That's it?
- Yeah.

Then why didn't you tell us about him?

Because Liam is on probation.

And you have a felony conviction.

If Liam's P.O. found out we met,
Liam would go back to jail.

But because you kept your mouth shut,

you could've gone to jail.

I have lost enough in the fire.

I didn't want to lose him, too.

He wouldn't survive any more time.

After I got back to the shop,
I saw the fire.

I ran back inside
and I tried to find Jennifer.

Wait a minute. Who buzzed you in?

Nobody. The door was unlocked.

That's impossible.

The only way into that building
is for somebody to buzz you in.

He's insisting that the door
was unlocked when he got here.

So either the lock is broken...

Or he's lying about something.

Well, that's a $64,000 question,

which is behind a sign.

"No Unauthorized Access"
courtesy of our local F.D.

We could call for access,

but it's the middle of the night.

And we're definitely authorized.

Good thing I came prepared.

What exactly did you think
we were gonna be doing tonight?

Don't know.

But... here we go.

Here we go.

Uh, why does this feel so wrong?

I was gonna say fun.

Except Delilah is probably
gonna think it's dumb.

Then don't tell her. Duh.

I tell her everything.

Yeah, well, that would be
your first mistake.

Man, I wish that I could tell
Robin about my-my work life.

Robin wants me to be able to-to
clock off when I'm with her,

and I just don't know if I can do that.

I'm lucky Delilah understands.

Or, at least eventually did.

I just don't think Robin's
going to understand

or, uh, or even accept it.

Well, tough call.

All the chemistry in the
world ain't worth a dime

if you don't value the same things.

The firemen kicked in the door
when they got here.

There's something in here.

Looks like a broken-off
piece of a picklock.

I don't think Dan would've had time

to pick the lock
before the firemen arrived.

Then it would have to be
someone else while he was gone.

I wonder who.

I don't know.
But sounds like they're back.

NCIS!

- Put your hands up!
- Go! Go!

Hands up!

What?

Wait. Aren't you guys supposed
to be dancing right now?

We took a side quest.

So you did know the plan.

Ooh, grabbing my popcorn.

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

I told you that they were working, Nick.

Wait, did you guys hop
the fence wearing those?

Uh, no. There was a side
entrance around the corner.

Right.

Are you guys here because you
saw the misaligned chakras, too?

Huh?

Robin made a break in the case.

She discovered that, uh,
somebody else had been

in the office before the fire was set.

Wait, hold on. You...

You're, like, helping with,
like, the case and stuff?

Nick, a man's life is at stake.

Hang on. Okay, what do you guys got?

You obviously got something

if you're hopping the fence
in your little loafers.

- Hold on, no one's wearing loafers here.
- Okay? Everyone, relax.

Look, we just figured out
that Dan left the scene.

When he was gone,

somebody picked the lock
on the front door.

And maybe your someone
and our someone is the same guy.

Duh, obviously.

Sorry.

Uh, we were just looking around to see

if anything else had been
moved besides that statue.

This cabinet's been moved.

There's an indentation here
in the carpet.

Hello.

Well, whatever was in
there is long gone now.

This wasn't a murder.

It was a heist.

Thanks again for taking
Victoria home tonight.

I just have to drop this,
uh, report on an agent's desk

and I'm finally out of here.

All right, let's assume that Dan
didn't kill his girlfriend

for breaking up with him.

Maybe she caught him and his
buddy Liam robbing the safe?

You're still here, Jimmy?

Yeah, I was just doing
a little light cleaning.

It turned into scrubbing the sink

and the baseboards.
What are you guys doing here?

We got a break in the case.

I thought that was closed.

We busted it back open, baby.

Looks like some kind of robbery.

Owner is still off the grid.

Robin and I checked out
the store's website.

They sell a bunch of junk,
but nothing worth killing over.

Whatever was in there
had to be valuable.

It's a PhantomSafe 5000.

That's basically
the Lamborghini of safes.

Biometric access,
multiple locking mechanisms,

its own dedicated circuit?

Look, if we still think
that Dan was the killer,

I might be able to help. Here.

I did an A.I. reconstruction
of the bruising pattern

on Petty Officer Garcia's neck

to determine the killer's
palm and finger width.

Um, translation?

He figured out the size
of the killer's hands.

Oh.

And you can tell a lot about
a man by the size of his hands.

You know, sleep deprivation is
considered a form of torture.

Would you rather sleep
or prove you're innocent?

I've told you everything I know.

You don't need to tell me anything.

Just, uh...

put your hands right there.

Why? Wh...?

What is this?

The hands of the man who
killed Petty Officer Garcia.

You want to clear your name?
This is your chance.

If the hand doesn't fit...

We must acquit.

You got something?

Yeah, and you're gonna love this.

I'll be right back.

So I finished examining that
safe from the antique store.

- You find out what was stolen?
- No.

Not loving it so far.

But I did learn that
it's almost impossible

to break into that safe
while it has power.

And since it has its
own dedicated circuit

straight out to the city grid,

the only people
that could've cut the power...

Would be the firemen.

Exactly.

Hey, Mr. December.

I would ask how you found me,

but seeing as you're a federal agent...

Well, your chief told me
that you were responding

to a carbon monoxide leak.

That was just a false alarm.
Couple expired detectors.

So, I take it you saw the calendar?

I did. It was very festive.

I couldn't help but notice
how big your hands were.

I mean, they get the job done.

Hmm. And that ring.

I love it.

The thing I love most about it

is that I think
it's gonna be a perfect fit

for the bruising around
Petty Officer Garcia's neck.

- Excuse me?
- Turns out,

the fire at the antique store
wasn't an accident.

It was part of
a carefully planned robbery.

A robbery that could only be pulled off

after you cut off
the power to the building.

Your chief told us
that was your responsibility.

I did that to save the
entire block from burning down.

Just doing your job.

Yeah, that's right.

And you're so good at it,

you were at the scene of the fire

a half an hour before it even began.

Because you were the one who set it.

We pulled your cell records.

We know you were there.

So unless you're a psychic fireman...

You're under arrest.

Hey! Hey, hold up!

Ah, what the hell? Get off me!

He left his radio on.

Now, you better get him out of here

before these boys figure out
what's going on.

Parker got a full confession.

The fire, the robbery, the murder.

How'd he even know to rob the place?

Well, we think that one of his buddies

repaired the safe,
and then tipped him off

that there was something
valuable inside.

So he broke in to set the fire.

But Jennifer was there.

She died for, uh, some rare books

and old stamps.

It's not a fair trade.

Not even close.

He's gonna go away for a very long time.

And you officially have been
cleared of all charges.

Thank you.

For everything.

- Good luck to you.
- Appreciate it.

I feel like I need to sleep for a week.

I cannot believe you guys
do this every day.

You handled your own pretty good.

You're not thinking about
becoming a probie, are you?

Mm. Negative, Ghost Rider.

But I get it now.

Why you can't turn it off.

Your work is important.

I mean, I had fun, but...

Yeah, it's not really your speed.

It's a 24-7 job.

And you're so damn good at it,

it would be a crime to get in your way.

And I feel like I would be
getting in your way.

So...?

So...

Sounds like the two of you have
some things to talk about.

You hungry?

You know me.

Never met a waffle I didn't like.

Ooh...

Level 15 Glitter Lord?

Who could have done this?

Who...?

Ah! I was wondering where I left that.

Thank you.

Did you beat...?

Was this you?

You have a great morning, Miss Hines.

You too, Director.

Well...

Level 15 Glitter Lord.