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Let's drink to...

Ah... you've already
made two toasts.

My turn.

To watching the best chef

this side of the country
make our capellini.

Dude, it's like watching
Mark Zuckerberg code.

Easy.

That's sipping tequila.

Hey, I'm paying for it.
I decide how to drink it.

To not letting other people
tell you how to drink.

Hear, hear.

Yeah.

What did you find out?

I told you I wanted it

next weekend.

Hold on.

Hey, I got to finish this call
outside, all right, bud?

Yeah, do your thing.
I'll just, uh,

I'll-I'll order an Uber.

♪ NCIS: LA 8x18 ♪
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Original Air Date on March 19, 2017

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@elder_man

Clippers on Saturday?

Can't. Saturday's body day.

Body day?

All right, I know arm
day, I know leg day.

Y-Your workout terms
are very confusing.

Body day is the day
that I officially start

doing body work on Jennifer.

Why do I know that name?

It's the one you suggested.

For the car.

That you gave me.

Jennifer.

Of course.

Yeah, well, uh, she needs a new
paint job and new upholstery.

But I'm gonna replace
all the wire,

transmission and suspension,

rebuild the engine.

Nothing sounds like the growl
of a '70s Challenger.

Oh.

That only took five years.
Well, four.

I think you mourned Charlene
for a whole year

while Jennifer sat
in the garage.

Yeah, well, a gut punch like
that takes it out of you.

Got to move on
and get over it.

We're still talking
about a car, right?

Sure.

Then I hope Jennifer
enjoys her new body.

Me, too.

What are you guys talk--

Your Challenger.

For a minute, I thought you
guys were-- You know what?

It's way too weird
for so early in the morning.

We have a case

up in Ops.

Yesterday, there was
a cyber attack

on the U.S. Treasury
Department system.

The hacker was able to download
several terabytes of data.

Okay, so what's our connection?

Uh, stolen information
contained lists

of undercover IRS agents

and their counterterrorism
investigations.

That's a good reason.
What else do we know?

NSA pinpointed
the source of the breach

to a two-mile radius
in Sherman Oaks.

Now, they've been able
to narrow it down

to two potential
suspects.

Here's the strange part.

One of the suspects,
Logan Gorman,

was found dead last night
in a private dining room

at Delucia's
in Beverly Hills.

His body was found in
a state of paralysis.

M.E. found what
appears to be

a needle mark on his neck.

Delucia's? You sure it wasn't
after seeing the check?

But was he with anyone?

Uh, the man he was with
hasn't been I.D.'d yet,

but an artist is working with
the restaurant staff to create

a composite sketch.

What about security footage?
Anything?

Nothing yet.

You said there was
a second suspect.

Yes.

Actually, the NSA flagged
two additional people,

and they happened to be
a married couple.

Tara and Paul Nelson.

They live two
blocks from Logan.

They're clean.

No criminal record.

And NSA Agent Michael Donaldson
is running point on this.

Apparently he has a personal
relationship with Deeks.

Oh, he's a
friend of Deeks.

I don't trust him.

Kensi and Deeks are
on their way to the boatshed

- to talk to him now.
- Me and G will go

to the crime scene,
see what we can find.

Okay.

All right, we're off
to Beverly Hills.

Mr. Callen, I've got
something else for you.

Sending you an address
and instructions now.

Mr. Hanna, Ms. Kolcheck
has been briefed.

She'll meet you in Beverly Hills
to investigate

Logan Gorman's murder.

Well, the restaurant's
on my way.

I'll drop you off.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

There he is!

Mikey Donaldson.

Marty Deeks!

Been a while, huh?

Doctors in the house.

Oh!

Doctor.

Doctor.
Doctor.

Okay, I just got it.
Yeah, your initials, M.D.

You're doctors.
That's funny.

Righto.
You must be Kensi.

I'm glad somebody
appreciates that joke.

Well, it's a pretty good joke.

Well, um, how do you guys
know each other?

Surfing buddies.

Without the surfing part
of that sentence.

Fine. I tried surfing once.

I got sunburned
after about 20 minutes,

and then I passed out and hit
my head on the surfboard,

and Deeks here
saved the day.

We've been friends ever since.

Well, I'm glad
you made it.

Uh, what do you
have for us?

Doctor.

Doctor.

So, a cunning
Sherman Oaks resident

got into the systems
of the Treasury Department,

looked around
and nabbed about

eight terabytes of data,
all of it having to do

with ongoing
counterterrorism operations.

Treasury wants to
locate the perpetrators

as soon as possible,
and we'd love your help.

Who else is the NSA
looking into?

Tara and Paul Nelson.

Tara is a
cyber-security analyst

and she's an
expert in IDS,

open source intrusion
detection systems.

And Paul used to be
a systems administrator

for a health
care company,

and now he does some
private consulting.

Together they have over 20 years
of high-tech experience,

no criminal backgrounds.

So, why are we targeting them?

We pulled Logan's
cell phone records,

and we found
that he'd been in contact

with Tara and Paul
for the last couple of weeks.

Given his past
and their tech experience,

we might be looking
at a hacking ring.

So, Paul and Tara,
where are they?

We're looking for them.

Any information we have
we'll pass along.

I'd appreciate it if you'd
reach out if you find anything.

Will do.
All right.

As always.
Thanks, bro.

And you should probably, uh,
get the-the top checked out.

It's looking a little,
little red right there.

I prefer sun-kissed.

Remind me to call my,
uh, dermatologist.

Hang loose, bro.

- Yeah.
- Kensi, it's been a pleasure.

It's a pleasure.
Doctor.

- Thanks so much for your help.
- Thank you.

You're missing someone.

I wouldn't say I'm missing him.

G's on a special
assignment for Hetty.

I don't know anything about it.

Did you learn anything
from the waiter?

He said that Logan
still had his wallet

and was wearing what
looked like a pricey watch

when his body was found.

That means it wasn't a robbery.

Sorry to keep
you waiting.

I checked
our reservation records,

and Logan had only
dined here once before.

This time, he requested

to sit at what we refer
to as the Captain's Table.

Close-up view of the chef,
impeccable service.

Logan was trying
to impress someone.

Logan's only other
request was privacy.

He insisted his client

enter and exit undetected
through the kitchen.

Towards the end of the meal,
I drew the curtains closed.

That's when Logan was murdered.

Whoever did this
slipped out the back.

No cameras,
no other diners to I.D. him.

I-I pride myself

on giving
excellent service.

I had no idea

being so accommodating

would lead to such
terrible consequences.

Of course you didn't.
Thank you.

It's a bold move,

murdering someone a few feet
away from a whole staff.

This guy's got nerve.

Hey, where's Hetty?

Kids, today is the day

that Hetty is actually
beta testing her hologram.

What?

Her image is gonna
appear right here.

Just wait for it.
Yeah, right.

Really?

Here it comes.

Hello, everyone.

I've brought reinforcements.

Here's the welcoming committee.

Dave Flynn, welcome back.

Kensi, Deeks.

Hey, guys.

Oh, you must be Nell.
Yes.

And Eric. Wow. You-You guys
are basically legends

down at the NCIS Cyber
office in San Diego.

Please.
Come on.

Mr. Flynn now works as
a digital forensics specialist.

He'll get you up to speed.

Okay, we just learned from NSA
that Tara and Paul Nelson

were out of town last night
during Logan's murder.

They are now on their way
to a two-day couples retreat

in the Angeles Forest.

Undercover overnight operation.
What, what!

Kensi and I are
all over that.

Do we keep marshmallows
in the Audi?

We always keep marshmallows
in the Audi.

Mr. Deeks, slow your roll.

You and Ms. Blye will be
forgoing your undercover

for your Overwatch duties.

Hmm...
Eh...

Woodland Couples Connect

is a two-day retreat
for Silicon Beach couples

to get away from their screens
for awhile, reconnect in nature.

That sounds pretty perfect.
Who's going undercover?

Really?

Us?

Me and Eric
undercover as a couple?

Cool.
Super cool.

The NSA wants us to stay

really close to the Nelsons
at this retreat.

We could bring them in
at any time,

but if we keep them in play,

we might have a shot
at catching a buyer.

Under no circumstances
can that data change hands.

I just finished teching out
your Overwatch vehicle.

It's waiting in the driveway.
All right.

Chop, chop.

Um, I'll see you two
on the flip side.

Okay.

Have fun.

Um, wait.

So, I'm leaving Ops,
and you will be up there,

talking in my ear?

It's all just
happening so fast.

I know.
Eric, buddy.

It's gonna be okay.
Okay? I've done my homework.

I know the system. I'm ready.

I've had my coffee,
a lot of coffee, actually.

Oh! By the way, the only way
to get to the lodge

and your cabins
is to hike in and out

from a designated trailhead.

So, I would wear
hiking boots and pants.

Pants?

Yep. Good luck out there.

Eric Beale in pants?
This is gonna be great!

No! Oh, come on!

I thought we were gonna get,
like, a super awesome Airstream.

We got to take this thing back.

This is super awesome.

Okay, the only type of people
that use this type of RV

are serial killers
and hippies at Burning Man.

Not really sure
which one is scarier.

Uh, the hippies
at Burning Man, hands down,

smelling of patchouli,
rocking out to Ani DiFranco.

Can we please
just take the Audi?

No. How many times
have you been on a stakeout

and had a western omelet
at the same time?

I don't usually crave eggs
while fighting crime, thank you.

All right. Get in.

I'm driving,
and this is not up for debate.

Okay.

Literally never even
crossed my mind.

This place looks
rather rustic.

Do you want the side
closest to the nightstand?

Yeah, whatever is fine.

Okay.

Glad we worked that out.

What's up?

You seem kind of stressed.

No, just running
through my backstory.

First two-day undercover.

Me, too.

But we're ready for this,
Eric Sherwood

of Reseda,

malware specialist.

Yes, we are,
Nell Quinn from Culver City,

cyber-security consultant.

Mm. Deep breath.

Let's go.

Kind of musty.

All right.

Hold on, let me
just plug this in.

Sorry.

Just...

Okay. I think we could--
you could just ask me to move.

That'd probably
be easier than...

Got it. Move over.
Okay.

All right. Signal's
up, you guys.

We are alive and live.

Tracking you both.

Now you should have eyes
on the lodge.

We do. We also have eyes
on two Bear Grylls wannabes.

You guys are looking pretty cute
right now, not gonna lie.

Cool.

You must be
Eric and Nell.

Oh.

I'm Genevive, the guide

to your Woodland Couples
Connect journey.

We're just about
to break into groups.

Oh. Perfect timing.

Here's your
welcome packet.

Oh, aren't you two the cutest.

Enjoy yourselves.

And don't be afraid to mingle.

All righty.

Hi!

Oh.

Let's say hi.

How are you?

- Hi. - Hi.
- Hi.

Um, my boyfriend and I
were a little late to the party.

But, uh, that wouldn't
fit on our name tags.

I'm Eric, and,
uh, this is Nell.

I'm, uh, Paul.

Yeah, and I'm Tara.

I'm so silly. I forgot
to confiscate your devices.

Oh.

Don't forget,
this is an unplugged retreat.

We keep your phones

charging in the
supply closet,

and you'll have 15 minutes
with them at dinner.

Mm-hmm.
Okay.

I'm terribly sorry.

No, no. That's the point.

Them's the rules, right?

Thank you for
cooperating so fully.

Wow. Genevive
is so sincere.

Yeah.

And she has supersonic hearing.

The text wasn't even that loud.

I know, right?

She's like Batman or something.

Or, uh, Catwoman,
'cause she stole all our phones.

If we want
to get technical,

she would be, uh, Selina Kyle,
Catwoman's alter ego,

because she's
a thief, right?

Well played.
Thanks.

Um, well, I think we're breaking
out into groups of two couples.

Do you want to pair up?

Or, uh... I guess,

if two pairs pair up,
then it's quad up.

- Quad up, yeah.
- Quad up.

Yeah. Whatever it is,
we're there.

Uh, should we catch up with you?

Awesome. Bye, guys.

I'm, uh, getting some
static in my ear.

Uh, can you hear me?
Yeah, the comms weaken

the further you go
from your phones.

Yeah, I was afraid of that.

Um... I'll just try to, uh...

Pair the Bluetooth
with a range extender

to enhance the signal radius.

I was about to say that.

Yeah, go ahead.

Hey, Sam.

Excuse my Russian
bluntness, but, um,

is Callen okay?

Been going through
a rough patch.

I mean, we all have.
You tell me.

Well, he shut down
on me for awhile,

which was
understandable.

Then he purged all the
furniture from his house.

Then things were great.

And now, I'm not sure.

Furniture thing's
pretty typical.

How about using a dining
room table as firewood?

Is that typical?
Maybe not, but I get it.

You know, you got to find a way

to cope with the demands
of the job.

Even if it means
literally burning up your past.

How do you cope?

I talk to Michelle.

She hears it all.

Nothing beats having someone
to listen to you who gets it.

You know?

Sir.
How you doing?

Huh.

Dave, I'm sending you a pic

of our victim Logan's
computer setup.

Wow, exceptionally rare
for a home computer setup.

Okay. Those three black boxes

with the lights
are called RAID arrays.

Just extra data backup
for the extra paranoid.

The two side-by-side cords
on the back, fiber optic cables.

Good for getting
into restricted places

and collecting information.

Look at this.

Tara and Paul...

with Logan.

So not only
do they know each other,

but they double dated.

Take turns telling your partner

the moment you knew
you were in love with them.

Look into their eyes.

One person in each group go,

then switch.

Eric. Why don't
you go first?

Me? Well, um, o-okay. Um...

We should turn
off the comms.

No, we should not turn off...
No, Deeks.

Just stop. It's amazing.
No...

Just listen for a second.
This is so awkward.

I don't...
We're doing our jobs.

Nell.

When you

subbed in... on my
bar trivia night.

We were friends before,
but, um...

...that's when
everything changed.

And that's
when I knew.

That's when I knew
I was in love with you.

Not only because
your unfathomable knowledge

of pirate diseases
helped break our losing streak,

but because of
how amazing

you were with my friends.

And...

how amazing you are with me.

I can't top that.

Can you go first, hon?

Um...

I knew that I was
in love with you

when you came to my home
and you met my family.

And, um, my sister Chelsey
had just found a robin

in the backyard, uh,
with a broken wing.

And she loved animals.

And she was so upset, and...

It's okay.

What are you doing?

I just, I seem to have
misplaced my tiny violin.

Oh, my gosh, you
are such a jerk.

Ah! Ow.

Come on, bud.

Hi.

Honey, why don't you go inside

and get yourself a snack?

Then take a little nap?

I don't know.
I'll talk to him.

Got to go.

You can't be here.

Well, I am.

You okay, Beth?

Guy bothering you?

No, babe.

It's just someone from work

who happened to be
in the neighborhood.

How you doing, man?
Good.

I'll meet you.
Send me an address.

Just go.

So funny, running into you.

I'll see you at
work on Monday.

Take care, pal.
You, too.

Oh, ginger peach.

That's a good one.

Uh, I'm pretty sure
I took the last one.

Um, sorry.
Oh.

But, um, I'll trade you
for Earl Grey.

You sure?

Oh, yeah. It's one of my faves.

I drink it with my boss
all the time.

Great.

Hey, I noticed you were
kind of upset before.

Is everything okay?

Oh, yeah.

I don't know
what came over me.

Maybe it's because, um,

you and Eric
are so simpatico.

Oh.

Um, you know,
my sister loved animals, too.

We lost her...

about 12 years
ago now.

How is that possible?

We used to play this game
down at the, um, city pool.

It was this dolphin game,
and she was way too old

to be playing it.

But I was in this gift
shop in Santa Monica

last week with
Eric and, uh,

we passed this display
of glass figurines.

And there were...
all these animals.

I couldn't stop staring
at the dolphin.

And then I burst into tears.

So, I'm just...

um, I'm gonna find a restroom.

Oh, hey, don't worry.

I am right there
with you.

I, uh, wiped the data
off an old phone,

turned that one in.
Oh.

You've done this before.

Uh, actually, no.

It's our first retreat.

Um, Nell's, uh, company
is on this big wellness kick.

They offered us
all these incentives if we came.

But, uh, it's kind of
nice to be here.

Yeah. Be, uh, nicer

if your lead developer wasn't
at a conference in London.

I've got to keep eyes
on my e-mail all day.

Tara, too. Um...

Well, just watch out
for Catwoman, right?

Yeah. Um, excuse me.

I just, uh--
nature's calling.

Hey. So, Tara seems upset again.

She just abruptly ended
our conversation

and excused herself
to the restroom.

Yeah, and Paul just cut off
his conversation with me.

Something is definitely up
with these two.

Well, maybe somebody
contacted them,

- like the buyer.
- Or maybe

they just texted each other
“meet in the restroom.”

But...

I didn't really get
a rendezvous vibe.

Okay, whenever
Tara and Paul come back,

just keep your eyes on them.

Do not let them
out of your sight, okay?

Will do.

Copy that.

Man, this is an amazing

Overwatch setup.

What? Are you bummed that
they got to go undercover

and we didn't?

No, I think
they're perfect for this.

I'm just a little sad
that we're not doing it

in a coastal community
where I can do some surfing

at the same time.

Oh, come on.

Woods are about losing yourself
in the majestic pine trees,

reveling in bird calls

and watching squirrels chase
each other. It's awesome.

I'm sorry, are you reading
off a brochure someplace?

Because the woods
will always be terrifying.

You know how many horror movies
they shoot out here?

A bunch.

Okay, city boy.

You know what the best part
about being in the woods is?

The drive home?

Wait, no. Some-mores?

Mm. First of all,
it's not “some-mores,”

it's “s'mores.”
Mm.

And second of all,

just being with
the people you care about.

Wow. I did not see that coming.
That was very charming.

But also the s'mores.

Right.

Speaking of which,
we need a fire.

You need a fire.
Yeah, no, I'll make you a fire.

As long as I can do it
in the warmth and safety

of this nice motor home.

I'll tell you what.

You go build me a fire outside

so that I can
roast my marshmallows...

maybe later,
we can have a little...

couples' retreat of our own.

Oh, wow, making
fire outside.

So easy.

Any questions
about the scavenger hunt?

Uh, yeah.

Can we have our phones back
to take pictures?

Take mental pictures.

Reconnect with nature
and with each other.

Okay. We're gonna hike up
toward the hills, then split up.

Listen for my whistle.

We'll reconvene
before moving on.

Now, let's get going.

We want to get back
before dark. Okay.

We're headed southeast
from the back of the lodge.

Tara and Paul are
moving fast. Come on.

Yeah.

Hey, guys.

Found out Logan

used his credit card

in a Beverly Hills
parking garage

one week prior to his murder.

I'm sending you a freeze frame

from the video taken
in the garage.

It's a good match
with the composite sketch

from the restaurant staff.

That's our guy.

What's his name?

Trevor Young.

Oh.

Trevor's been on the Feds' radar
for quite awhile.

He's a freelance broker,
suspected hit man.

He seems to work
with a lot of people.

If the Nelsons and Logan
had data, this would be

the guy to move it.

Logan was the link between
the Nelsons and Trevor.

Oh.

Then why did Trevor kill Logan?

Well, once Logan introduced
Trevor to the Nelsons,

he made himself expendable.

And Trevor probably
doubled his fee.

It's also a good way
to make sure the Nelsons

didn't back out of the deal.

All right, let's pick him up
and bring him in.

Okay, I just found his address.

Sending it to you now.

Hey, hey.

And easy. Easy!

Well?

The Nelsons
are still booking it.

They could have gone
any direction.

So you guys should have

and uphill trail
right in front of you.

Got it.
Time for some cardio, Eric.

Scoot.

By the way, your NSA
agent friend, Michael...

Hmm?
...is really, really sweet.

I love your ability
to just make friends.

Well, I have lots of friends,

'cause I have a super-secret
method of making them.

Picking up people's bar tabs
is not what I would call

a super-secret method.
How'd you know that?

Because you did it
to me, goofball.

Well, picking up somebody's
bar tab is foolproof,

but when
you're breaking the ice,

never underestimate
a strategically placed

celebrity impression
from a nice '80s movie.

Like what?

I mean, the next time you're
hanging out with somebody new,

just try dropping in a nice
quote from Pretty in Pink.

See what happens.
Okay. I'll try that.

“Get to the chopper!”

Predator.
I love that movie.

“Come on, we have to save
California!”

See?

It's charming and endearing,
it's sense memory.

You cannot resist my Arnold.

Federal agents! Stop!

I'm sending a couple
of photos to you, Dave.

The shooter at Trevor's house
has a bracelet

with the Arabic word “Almawt.”
It means death.

If I had to guess,
this guy works for the buyer.

Let me know
if you find anything.

Sam, you got to see this.

It's Trevor.

Looks like the buyer wanted
to eliminate the middleman.

Checked the body of the shooter.

No hard drive, no thumb drive.

Yeah, I checked Trevor's
body, too. Nothing.

The exchange probably
hasn't gone down yet.

Could be why the Nelsons
are at the retreat--

to make the exchange.

We searched all over.
Nothing in there.

Okay, thanks.

Hey, Sam. Check your phone.

Okay.

The name on that bracelet
you sent me a photo of earlier:

Almawt.

Yeah, they portray themselves
on their website

as a religious brotherhood.

But it appears that they're
a fledgling organization

suspected of funding terrorist
activities in the U.S.

And they wear
matching bracelets.

How cute.

Oh, and here's the real

smoking gun.

They were recently denied
tax exempt status

as a religious organization.

So Almawt may think there are
undercover IRS agents

in their organization.

So they paid Trevor to get
somebody to hack into the IRS

to get the names of the agents.

Oh, I just got a hit
on facial rec.

Look who Trevor was meeting

at a park in West Hollywood,
two days before

Logan was murdered
and the day they left L.A.

Paul and Tara Nelson.

Thanks, Dave.

Nell, Eric?

Bring in Tara and Paul Nelson
immediately.

Hetty, that might be a problem.

Our group leader, Genevive,

stopped to check our progress
on the scavenger hunt.

It was only a minute,
but it was just enough time

for Tara and Paul to slip away.

Now we've been looking for them
for the past five minutes or so.

Kensi and Deeks don't have
eyes on them, either.

What we're trying
to say is...

the Nelsons are gone.

Well, find them.

You changed.

Going for a run
on the Strand after this.

There's nothing in here

to be afraid of.

How do I know

some old geezer
isn't hiding somewhere,

ready to give me
another concussion?

Memories.

Well, maybe not
in your case.

You're expecting an apology.

Is there a reason why we're not
having this conversation

at the Lompoc Women's Prison?

I was doing my job.

W-We've gone over this
multiple times.

It's almost like you're the one
who got hit in the head.

Mm-hmm.

And, uh, Mr. GQ--
I take it that's your next mark?

It's my husband.

You could have
really ruined things for me.

Showing up like that.

That's your real family?

How old is your kid?

Six.

So when we were...

together...

you had a three-year-old son
at home?

Anything else I can
help you with, Callen?

No.

No, I'm good.

There is one
more thing.

You can give me
Sabatino's location.

You two are the
last agents alive

of that whole circus.

Now he's in the wind.

No one's heard from Sabatino.

I haven't heard anything
from anyone.

You need to contact me,
call this number.

Don't show up
at my house again.

Looks desperate.

Looking, looking,
looking, looking.

Bingo. Yeah, we got
a ranger station

a quarter mile ahead of you.

Good place for
an exchange.

All right, head west and see

if you can spot any
tracking signs along the way.

Disturbed rocks and grass.
Yeah, we got boot prints.

Let's hope we're on
the right path, huh?

You got this, guys, come on.

Mm-hmm.

Huh. The man you shot
drove all over L.A.,

but kept going back
to this one address.

There's a lot of
office buildings around there.

How many times
did he go there?

At least three times
in the past four days.

If he was a member of Almawt,

I bet that's their spot.

Take a picture.

Dave, I'm sending you
a photo of an address

where we think
Almawt was meeting.

Copy that.

Tara, stop!
We're federal agents.

Nell?
You'll make it

a lot easier if you don't run.

We know
about you and Paul

selling the information--
it's over.

It's not over.
We didn't sell anything.

They kidnapped my sister Chelsey
and they forced us to do this.

Oh, God, honey,
you should sit.

You shouldn't be moving.

Okay.

A man, uh, with dark hair
and a baseball cap

met us here to get
the solid-state drive

that had the information on it.

He pulled a gun on us,
but Paul fought him off.

He just left,
and he has the drive.

Which way did he go?

That way.

Please, I don't know

if my sister
is still alive.

Please, please hurry.

All right, stay
here with Paul.

Eric and I will
go find some help.

Only way out
of here is to hike.

Let's move.
Kensi, Deeks?

Yeah, we're on our way.
Damn it!

Come on.
I got it!

Let's go.
What are you doing?

Just lift it up.
I'm going as fast as I can....

We got to go.
Aw, son of a...

There you go.

Guys, we're heading
to the trailhead

to see if we can cut them off.

Looks abandoned
from the outside.

What do you have
on this building, Dave?

The cameras are
closed-circuit.

I'm pretty much blind.

There's a bullpen in the middle

with offices around
the side, but...

Wait, wait.

Okay, it looks like
there's an exit door

on the north side
that opens to a back hallway.

North side.

Sam? Eric and I

are trying to stop the
guy with the drive.

Tara's sister
may be in there,

but we never got
a description.

They have Tara's sister.

I recognize her
from a photo at Logan's.

That's him, that's him,
that's him!

Let's go.

Careful.
He's heading your way.

He may have heard you.

On my one.

Three, two, one.

Guys, we're doing the best
we can with this old rig...

Hold on! Hold on!

Come on, baby.

Come on, baby!

No. No! Watch out! Tree!

Hey. Are you Chelsey?

Yeah.

I'm Anna,

and that's Sam.

We're federal agents.

I was sure I was gonna die.

You're alive, Chelsey.
Let's get you out of here.

We lost him.
It's all you guys.

Nice one, Beale.

Ooh.

Spot of tea?

Oh, thank you kindly.

Lot of truth out there
in the woods today.

Like that story
you told about me?

Hello!

Hey, you're back!

And in one piece.

Oh, I interrupted something.

Uh, no, nothing that
can't be postponed.

Mm-hmm. Um...

we didn't expect

to see you here so late.

Yeah, I'm just
heading back to San Diego.

Hetty told me to stop in here

before the hundred miles
of freeway.

Oh, you're driving tonight?

My-my girlfriend had
a bad day at work,

so I want to go
cheer her up.

Oh, that's a bummer.
Where does she work?

The NCIS Cyber office.

With me.

We kind of work together.

Wow, that's an
awesome setup.

Well, thanks for
being us today.

Hey, to pinch hit for you guys?
I should be thanking you.

You could not

have done it better.

All right, so, tea?

Or coffee, maybe,
for the road?

As long as you share
a few stories about life

in a traveling
shipping container.

Ooh, and what the
Cyber office is like.

And what your thoughts are
on holograms in the workplace.

Oh, yes, that.

Cream, no sugar?

Done.

Mr. Callen.

I wasn't expecting
to see you back here.

I like to look
at something familiar

from a new perspective.

The view from my office
is different than

the view from
your office.

You wanted me
to see her that way.

I wanted you to see
the whole picture.

It wasn't
strictly personal.

Did you ask her
about Sabatino?

You know I did,
but that's not the point.

Facing one's pain...

head-on,

and cauterizing the wounds--

it's true bravery.

Ignoring, denying,
deluding ourselves

just, um...

leads to more heartbreak.

I wonder if that
really is her family.

Does it matter, Mr. Callen?

Lately, I see

sunshine coming from
the cracks in that wall

you've been rebuilding and
rebuilding around yourself.

Yeah, I'm gonna have that
looked at.

Mm.

I hated her
just as much as you did

for hurting you.

Sam said everyone did
a good job today.

Yeah, you should be, um,
proud of your team.

Yeah.

I am.

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