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Oh, come on.

You want to be that way?

Fine.

Surprise!

Oh, what the hell?!

What did you do?
You're not Hal!

Who the hell are you?

You're in the wrong house!
Me?

No. No, I'm not.
This is my house.

Hey, man,
Bernie's knocked out.

Get out or I'll the cops!

Please call the cops.

I didn't spend 19
hours in the back

of a C-17 to put
up with this crap.

Who needs the cops?

Mary, we got this.

Trust me, pal. No, you don't.

Oh, I'll trust you.
Soon as your ass is out of here.

Do you have insurance?

I really wish my building
got more trick-or-treaters.

I always got way too much
leftover candy.

I'll drive by
with the twins.

They got no problem
with leftovers.

Yeah, no leftovers at my place.

My neighborhood is
like Coachella for kids.

Oh, that sounds like

a lot more fun

than my sister's
annual costume party.

And you are going as...?

My usual Tomb Raider,

who quietly slips out
after an hour.

Which reminds me,

before we slip out of here,

I need you all
to sign my petition.

Petition for what again?

I want to turn Ducky's office

into a state-of-the-art gym.

We already have a gym.
Yeah, but that thing's

barely a gym.

Needs so much upgrade.

Yeah, Ducky's office has been
untouched for almost a year now.

Yeah, and he has all those big
windows and the high ceiling.

I know exactly where
to put the kettlebells.

Oof. You already ran this
past Vance?

Yes. Which is why Vance asked me
to run this petition and see,

you know, how many people
like the idea.

I know
Jimmy's not gonna like it.

What do you mean?
Jimmy works out.

Yeah, but he also might be too
sentimental about Ducky's office

to want to change it
to anything.

I mean, don't you think, Jess?

I don't know.
Y-You should ask Jimmy.

Whoa. Here's a first.

Brawl at a Navy SEAL's house
in Annandale.

A brawl?

Since when do we get
brawl calls?

Are we really gonna postpone
our Halloween over a fight?

No, not you, McGee. You go home.

Not like anyone was killed.

Not yet. I mean,

they are Navy SEALs
that we're talking about.

Good point.

Yeah, I guess I can be
a little late.

Oh. And, uh, you can sign this,
uh, petition on the way out.

It's my boyfriend
Hal's house.

I was just trying to throw him
a little surprise party

when, all of a sudden,
that lunatic

burst in here and went crazy!
Okay, okay, okay!

Because it's

my house, not Hal's.

See, I knew something was wrong

the second my door
wouldn't unlock.

That's the first thing
these squatters do,

is change
the key codes.

Hal is not

a squatter!
All right, everybody,

inside voices!

Okay? Please?

Trick or treat!

I love it.
Here, grab some candy.

Big handfuls.
I love the costumes.

Great cheerleading
outfit.

Looking good
in the clown costume.

Okay, kids,
have a great night!

Bye!
Bye!

Thank you.

I don't suppose
maybe we could, uh,

- turn off the porch light?
- Yeah.

If you think that'll help.

All right.

So, Lieutenant...

Prescott.

Or "Bryce" is okay.

You can prove
that this is your house?

Of course. I grew up here.

So this is a family home?

Which I inherited from my
grandmother last year when my,

uh, dad died.

You been gone long?

On a month-long mission
that ended a week early.

Got home around 6:00,
ready to hit the shower

and crash in
my own bed,

only to find
the place

full of drunken yahoos.

You better hope
that Bernie's okay.

What I hope is
that you think twice next time

before playing bouncer.

You son of a...

Stop.

All right, stop.

Just stop.

Nick.
Yeah.

Really?
I said stop.

We're here
to deescalate things.

Thought I just did that.

Did it very nicely.
My dude.

So, Bryce,
when you came home,

you didn't know
any of these...

"yahoos"?

Not a one.

And I sure as hell
don't know any Hal.

Well, when he shows up,

Hal will straighten
this whole thing out.

Where exactly is Hal?

I wish I knew.

We were expecting him at 6:00,
but he's still a no-show.

No answer on his cell, either.

I'll go look around the house.

McGEE:
All right, decent costume,

but you're a grown-up.

Shouldn't you be
escorting kids or something?

What? No, I'm not
a trick-or-treater, I--

That's my delivery guy.
Hey, Phil.

Hey, Bryce.
Welcome home.

Got your text
about coming back early,

so they sent me over
with all your saved packages.

Thanks, Phil.
Our way of saying
"thanks for your service."

Any chance, Phil,

you've seen a guy named Hal
living here lately?

What do you mean?

- Bryce lives here.
- No.

Hal lives here.

This is crazy!
McGEE:
Does Hal

know Phil? Or do you know Phil?

No, but...

...you had to have seen Hal.

I-I'm sorry.
I haven't been back here

since Bryce put his deliveries
on hold.

What's going on exactly?
Squatters.

Really?

Stop calling him that!
Okay, all right.

Okay, okay!
Thanks for your help, Phil!

Good night.
You're the man, Phil.

Anytime. Good luck.
Yeah.

Do you believe me now?

We never doubted you.

Yeah. But until this
guy Hal shows up...

Description of Hal
might be helpful.

Yeah, he's so cute.

A little more.
Oh, right. Um...

Uh, about six-two,

a little beard,

the most beautiful eyes.

Okay.

Guys?

Can't tell his height or
see his beautiful eyes, but...

I'd say you found Hal.

Pretty nasty.

Kasie will run that
for fingerprints.
Mm-hmm.

Sorry to drag you out here
on Halloween, Jimmy.

Hey, it's a shame
we weren't able

to go trick-or-treating
with our kids, huh?

Uh, Victoria's way past that, unfortunately.

So you got dressed
up because...?

I was chaperoning
her school Halloween dance.

That's why I wore
the cool costume, you know?

So I wouldn't embarrass her.

She really must've been sad
to see you go.

Actually, she took it
pretty well.

Yeah, I hate
to tell you, Jimmy,

but I'm not sure
that Me-Man qualifies as cool

with the middle-schoolers.

Uh, actually, they loved it.

And it's not "Me-Man," Jess.

It's, uh, "M.E. Man."

As in, uh,
"Medical Examiner Man."

Get it?

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, yeah.

I get it. Did they get it?

W-Well, I mean,
a-after I explained it, yes.

But what's with all
the questions here?

Did Victoria text you
or something?

No. I was...

I was just asking, because...

All right, all right,
no fighting, you two.

- Who's fighting?
- Well, we don't--

We weren't fighting.
You were headed there.

No, we weren't.

Yes, you were.
Were we? No.

Yes, you were.
McGEE: Guys,

can we get back to the case?

Oh, yeah, the case.

Like these holes.

What's up with these holes?

I saw on the news
that some squatters like

to tear up perfectly good homes
just for kicks.

I didn't see any plaster dust
on the hammer.

None on his shoes.

Maybe his killer did it.

Okay.

Pretty sure this is everyone
who was here at the party.

We're gonna need better
than "pretty sure," Mary.

Only invited ten people.

Mostly friends and coworkers
from the bar where I work.

It's where I met Hal, actually,

just a few weeks ago.

So it was brand-new
with you two?

Honeymoon phase, right?

What can I say?
He was...

sweet. And fun.

With his own really nice house.

Which you let yourself into.

No. He had given
me his key code.

I-I got here at
5:00 to set up.

Friends started
showing around 5:30.

And we expected Hal by 6:00.

And you didn't see
anyone else coming in

or going out when you got here?

Nobody.
And I swear,

we had no idea that Hal was dead
in the basement the whole time.

Much less it's not
even Hal's house.

Um, it's not even Hal.

What do you mean?
Prints identify him

as paroled car thief
Felix Pitts.

What? No, no,
no. That's...

That's him.

Okay,
let's switch gears here, Mary.

Um, in your short time
with Hal or Felix

or... did he seem
to have enemies

or recent disputes?
No.

I-I don't know.

He was...

Wait. Yes.

Um...

Just last week,
this big guy

came into the bar and
got into it with Hal.

This guy have a name?
Hal called him, um...

Bark, was it?
Or-or, uh, Big Bark?

Hal said he
owed him money,

so I gave him 100
bucks from my tip cup.

That all he owed him?

I don't know.
Didn't seem like it.

Big Bark still
looked pretty mad.

Uh, watch the head.

Ooh, my-my bad.
Sorry.

And once again,
Nick, for the record,

Jess and I were not fighting.

Oh, no. Not at
all. We're fine.
Yeah, completely fine.

After all, the only constant
in life is change,

and this change
is A-okay with us.

Hmm. Okay. Well, then...

A-oh-whatever.

Uh, speaking of
change, Me-Man,

I've been meaning to talk
to you about Ducky's office.

Oh, right.
I heard about that.

Sounds great.

Huh? What?

You mean, you're cool with it?
The-the gym?
Yeah.

I'm not sure how many people
would actually use it,

but, I mean, Dr. Mallard
wouldn't want his office

just sitting idle forever.

I wonder what Ducky would want.
Oh, knowing him,

he would want it to be whatever
helps us to do our jobs better.

Other than that, I can't imagine

anyone minding the change
at all.

Absolutely not.

Uh, well, tell me
how you really feel.

No offense
to your gym idea, Nick,

but shouldn't Ducky's office
be preserved as a memory?
As what?

A museum?
I know.

It's irrational,
but Ducky is the one

who brought me into NCIS,

so forgive me
if I'm maybe a tad sentimental.

Sentimental or stubborn?

Ooh, saved by the ding.

Okay, results
on the hammer

show no additional
fingerprints on the handle,

other than the victim's.
And since

it would be really hard to
commit suicide with a hammer...

Our killer likely wore gloves.

Hey, Kase.
Can I borrow Nick?

Where am I going?
McGee identified

the "Big Bark" as an ex-con
with a violent history,

and Parker wants us
to scoop him up.

I love scooping.

And I promise to think about
your gym idea, Nick, really.

Hey, think

glute factory, not a museum.

Glute factory.

So, Kasie's a maybe?

More like maybe not.

Let's hope Big Bark tries
barking at us.

Oh. What's got you
so punchy lately?

Not punchy. Passionate.

Do I have this right?

My former cellmate
owes me money,

and that makes me
a murder suspect?

This guy give you any trouble?
He sure looks like a Big Bark.

All bark, no bite.

Soon as he heard
his buddy was dead,

he came with us
way too easy.

Okay, let's back up.

How much did Hal--

it's, excuse me-- Felix owe you?

I never put

an exact number on it.

You hadn't loaned him
a specific amount?

He's the last guy I'd loan to.

It was for back rent,
or what should have been rent,

after he'd crashed
at my apartment for so long.

How long?
He got paroled in June,

and his ass sat planted on my
couch right through September.

And like a squatter,
it took me a month

to get him out,
and he never offered a dime.

Well, apparently,
he upgraded from squatting

on couches to houses.

That's why I went after him.

And word on the street is,

he wasn't squatting.

He was renting a house
through one of them apps.

And if he had money for that,

I figured he could
throw a few bucks my way.

His girlfriend said
she lent him $100.

God. Pathetic, right?

He promised me more as soon
as he made some big score

he was working on.

What big score?
Who knows?

He was Mr. Get-Rich-Quick.

Always onto something big.

How did our Navy SEAL's house
end up on "one of them apps"?

Yeah, without him
knowing about it.

There's got to be a least
a dozen or so apps out there.

Could take a while
to find Hal's account.

And you're just the man
to find it.

Really, Nick?

You just had to bring all
your leftovers into work?

I got about 20 pounds more
in my car,

so please take all you want.

We haven't even had lunch yet.

Speaking of which,
that wouldn't be

a bad use of Ducky's office.
Lunch?

We have a commissary.
Yeah.

Where we never seem
to go. Just once,

I'd like to eat a sandwich
at someplace other than my desk.

Hal's rental account. Found it.

On what app?

Uh, HostHopper.

He booked Bryce's place
under his real name

three weeks ago for $90 a night.

- Not a bad deal.
- Yeah.

But who was he
renting it from?

Can you access the account?
McGEE:
Yeah, working on it.

Property owner's listed as...

Mrs. G.H. Prescott.

Oh, it's the same last name
as our Navy SEAL.

Who is she?
McGEE:
One second.

Asking the Internets.

"Wanda Prescott,
antique collector

"and widow
of the late billionaire

investment guru Gavin Prescott"?

Why does that ring a bell?

McGEE:
Oh, it's Goldmine Gavin.

- Goldmine?
- Oh, yeah.

This guy was always making news,
for good or bad.

Everything
from insider-trading allegations

to opening a bunch
of children's hospitals.

Sounds like a character.

Yeah, he was...
he was really eccentric.

And he died in 2003
with a net worth

of just under two billion.

Oh, you think these two could be
Bryce's grandparents?

Says here he's got two children
and three grandchildren.

Are you telling me
that the Navy SEAL

with the 40-year-old microwave
is heir to the Prescott fortune?

The bigger question is,
why would his rich old grandma

be HostHopping
her own grandson's house?

A man murdered
in Bryce's basement?

How?

Oh, my Lord.

Is my grandson all right?

Your grandson is
just fine, ma'am.

And as for the "how,"
Mrs. Prescott,

that's, uh... that's what
we're hoping to find out.

Well, you would have thought
that Bryce would have called me

and told me something like this.

But that... that boy
never wants to worry me.

So he joined the Navy SEALs.

Leonard, please.

And he rarely calls at all.
Stop it.

Bryce is a very brave young man.

He's determined
to make it on his own,

without the help of his family.

I had to beg
him to take

the very house
that he grew up in.

Uh, about that house, ma'am.

Um, apparently,
our victim rented it

from an account
with your name on it

through an app

called, uh, "HostHopper."

HostHopper?

I never heard of that.

It's a website
where people can

rent houses temporarily.

With my name?
Well, how is that possible?

Well, if you don't know,
um, is there some chance

that someone else has access
to your finances?

Of course, I have accountants
and estate managers,

but no one... no one

puts pen to paper unless

I approve.

Isn't that right?

Absolutely, ma'am.

Who I intend to call

right now, gentlemen,
is my grandson.

And until I talk to him,

I have nothing more
to say to you.

Leonard?
Good day, Agents.

Actually, uh, Leonard,
would you mind

just hanging back
for a minute?

Whatever for?

Oh, uh, to sign our visitor log.

Right, yeah.
It won't take long.

In fact, he can sign
for both of you, ma'am.

No... no problem at all.
It'll just take
a minute or two.

We'll have an agent
escort you out.

Leonard,
don't take too long.

I want to call Bryce
from the car.

There's no visitor log.

We just wanted
to ask if maybe

you knew someone
who might have access

to Ms. Prescott's finances.

What... sort of charade is this?

How would I know

who Wanda would...

or if anyone else could...?

Oh, to hell with it.

Okay, you got me.

I'm sorry.

Got what? You're confessing?

To murder? No.

To renting out Bryce's house
while he's away? Maybe.

Maybe?
Is your name even Leonard?

Leonard, Lenny, whatever.

The thing is,
I love Wanda,

but she's been underpaying me
forever, even with the...

fancy fake accent.

And those grandkids of hers--
they're gonna walk away

with everything when she croaks.

At least Bryce lives nearby,

but those other spoiled brats--
they don't call,

they don't visit, they don't...
All right, stop.

Stop. What does this have to do

with you renting out
Bryce's house?

What's the harm in making
a little extra cash on the side?

Oh, no harm except, uh,

for a dead renter
appearing in your basement.

Here I was thinking

things couldn't get any worse
after that squatter.

Squatter? What squatter?

Oh, some clown who crashed

at Wanda's empty beach house
last month.

That's what gave me the idea

to rent out the other houses
on HostHopper.

Is this your squatter?

I never saw the guy.
What's this about Wanda's

other houses?
How many does she have?

Four. Total.

The one she lives in,
which I don't rent out

for obvious reasons.

Bryce's house, the beach house
and Prescott's Folly.

Prescott's what now?
Prescott's Folly.

That's what the old man calls

his hunting lodge
out in Bluemont.

I made the mistake
of listing it on the app

as "extremely haunted."

And why would you do that?

'Cause it is.

It's creepy as hell,
which is just

what old Gavin
would have wanted.

I never met the guy,

but I guess
he was pretty out there.

Has anyone rented the place?
No.

I was hoping I was gonna get

some morbidly-curious
Halloween-ers, but no dice.

I guess I literally
scared away potential customers.

Okay, Leonard,

uh, we got a lot to digest here.

Hey, listen,
I really am sorry, so,

how about I delete
the HostHopper's account,

and... you don't tell Wanda?

Or maybe, uh...

you should just tell Wanda.

Yeah, better to face
her consequences than ours,

believe me.

What are you doing here?!

I came to get an old file
on hammer wounds.

What are you doing?

Me?
Yeah.

I-I spilled coffee
behind this desk last week,

and I was just, you know,
checking to make sure

it didn't... stain.

Seriously?
Oh, well, you know,
coffee can really do a number...

Okay, fine.
You caught me.

I come here to meditate.
You happy?

Yes, actually, I'm very happy.

You know I'm be a fan of
anything that gives inner peace.

Well,
and that's what Ducky gave me.

He taught me the value a quick
ten minutes of "Om" time.

And his office is
the perfect place to do it.

That is, until now.

Yeah. Sorry.
While I can't imagine

that Vance would approve
an NCIS meditation room,

I mean, if it's consensus
he's looking for,

why not just try to gather some?

I have to start my own petition?
Or you could start

with just asking your co-workers
what they'd like it to be.

Ooh. Now that's a great idea.

Thanks. I get 'em occasionally.

Can I start with you?

Uh, gosh,
I'd have to think about it,

but, uh, whatever it becomes,

I'd really like a place for
Dr. Mallard's old paper files.

You know,
they still come in handy.

I'll be sure
to keep that in mind.

Don't you have a few minutes
of mantra left?

Oh, no. It's consensus time.

Hey, did you get Kasie's
department-wide email

- about Ducky's office?
- Yup.

She is on a mission.

I'll tell you what
I wouldn't mind.

Separate workstation away
from my desk

that I can use
every once in a while.

Sometimes this orange room feels
like Grand Central Station.

Yeah, I hear that.

Hear what?

How's, uh, Bryce's grandma?

Hmm. Pretty sassy.

And it wasn't her
renting out Bryce's place.

Turns out the butler did it.

Did he also rent
the haunted house?

How do you know about that?

'Cause it's listed
on the same account.

"Prescott's Folly is

"the perfect getaway
for all fans

of things that go bump
in the night."

Well, it turns out
there was a lot less fans

than Lenny was hoping for.

If I'd seen that ad sooner,
I'd be a fan for a night.

Yeah. Same here. Hey,
you know, I've always wanted

to go on one
of those ghost-hunter shows.
Oh.

Me, too. I love that stuff.

You guys are crazy.

Yeah, you couldn't pay me
to stay in a haunted house.

Both of you are afraid
of ghosts?

I mean, not
exactly afraid.
We can... Listen...

Two of the toughest,

- bravest special agents around?
- Parker,

with actual living bad guys,
yeah, of course.

Yeah, things in this world,

no problem,
but the afterworld? No, thanks.

Hmm. We just got
Hal's last known address

before he went to prison.

According to this, his rent's
been paid up for years.

Well, why not just live there

instead of squatting
at Big Bark's?

So Hal's

last known address turns out
to be a storage unit?

Explains why
he couldn't live here.

So, you're really
afraid of ghosts, huh?

Hmm. You're really gonna make
me regret telling you that?

Speaking of...

you ever figure out
what you saw on that ship?

You know, the-the ghost,
or the angel?

I mean, because
you clearly saw something.

Hey, I was losing a lot
of blood.

I can't tell you what I saw.

Listen to me.

I am grateful to you
for saving me,

but other than that,
I'm just...

I...

I don't know. I just...
I'm not ready to talk about it.

Fair enough.

By the way, finally saw
Poseidon Adventure this week.

And I couldn't believe

that you forgot to mention
that Shelley Winters died

after she saved Gene Hackman.

Did I leave that part out?
Conveniently.

Yeah? Well, guess now
I'm glad I did.

Otherwise, you might not have
made that fateful dive.

You know me better than that.

Some kind of workshop?

Metal detector,

ultrasound scanner.
Everything you need

to find lost objects.

Yeah, but what kind of objects

was he looking for, exactly?

Oh, here we go.
House floor plans.

And Face Forward magazine.

I haven't seen one of these
since I was a kid.

And what do you know?

A young Wanda
and Gavin Prescott,

circa... 1982.

"The Prescott's
Priceless Treasures."

This would make Hal a
bit more than a squatter.

Man was looking for gold.

I never thought
I would see this again.

My goodness,
just look at us.

Mm. Yeah, that's a nice shot
of you and old Gavin.

We were so young.

Mrs. Prescott,
this is Special Agent Knight.

And is it, uh,

Leonard or Lenny?

Oh, the butler. Heard about you.

Personal assistant.

And I know what you're thinking.

I did tell Wanda,

and not only did
she keep me on,

she threw me a nice, fat raise.

I only hired him
to see how long

he could keep up
that terrible accent.

Getting back
to the magazine?

Right.

I can't believe it still exists.

Where could
your victim

have possibly found it?

We figured yard sale
or flea market.

Old magazines are a staple.
No, no, no.

Not this issue.
Not after my Gavin

spent a fortune having it pulled
from shelves nationwide.

Why would he do that?

These words right here.

"Priceless Treasures."

Nothing
but trouble.

Your husband

said the same thing himself.

"The treasures
we hold priceless

in our homes as a family"?

Gavin was trying

to say something nice
about our family,

but given our economic status,

and his rather
colorful reputation,

readers seemed to think
it meant that he was

hiding treasure somewhere.

And then, all hell broke loose.

Exactly what kind of hell?

Countless wannabe
fortune hunters

sneaking around our properties,
breaking through walls,

digging up our gardens.

Excuse me.

Yeah, McGee.

Well, obviously,
the man who was killed

in your grandson's basement
found this issue and...

joined the treasure hunt.

Yeah, and he might not
have been alone.

Somebody's using
Hal's account

to try and rent
Prescott's Folly off of, uh,

Lenny's HostHopper app.

Oh, Lenny,

not the hunting lodge.

The haunted hunting lodge?

It's not haunted.

Like hell it's not.

Gavin started

that nonsense
after the fire

in '87.

The back porch and a couple
of rooms were destroyed,

and they never could
figure out the cause,

so Gavin decided
to blame it on ghosts.

Yeah, well,
they rebuilt

those rooms and the back porch,

and the place still gives me
the heebie-jeebies.

Cold spots,
weird sounds,

all that.

But how is anyone trying
to rent that place?

I shut down my account.

We didn't. Go ahead, McGee.

McGEE:
The offer's from the
same account Hal used

to rent Bryce's place.

Meaning Hal
must have had a partner.

We'll work on tracing
the account

to find the real person
behind it.

Better yet,
why don't we accept the rental

and wait at Prescott's Folly
for Hal's partner to show up?

Oh, that's great. Uh, but...

I mean, we'll be waiting
outside, right?

Not-not in-- not inside?

You wouldn't dare.

Now this is quite
a hunting lodge.

Built on the site

of an old cemetery, isn't it?

McGEE:
That's what I heard.

Wonder if, uh,
they moved any of the bodies.

Would you two stop?

It's just an old house.
Yeah, in broad daylight.

Daylight makes it creepier.

Looks almost like
it's breathing.

Oh, you guys are so funny.

Yeah, just not the ha ha funny.

Look, if you guys would
rather not, then...

We'll happily
trade places with you.

Not a chance.

Just get me in there.

Yeah, absolutely, let's just go.

We'll, uh, we'll be on lookout

up the street if
you, uh, need us.

We won't need a thing.

Come on.

Is this a great
job or what?

Oh, God.

Seriously?

All good. Just, uh, just a bear.

A bear and all of his friends.

Well, we are in a hunting lodge,
so what do you expect?

Think I was expecting something
a little less on the nose.

Man, if this doesn't give you
the creeps, nothing will.

What are you doing?

If we got to be here,

might as well look around.

Yeah? What's all this
"we" stuff?

Well, as in, if we don't know
if ghosts are real,

but if the treasure is?

If it is real, we can't keep it.

Oh, don't be a buzzkill.
Ugh. Okay.

Whatever gets us out of
this Dead Animal Depot.

All right.

Now, this is on the nose.

Why?

Just...

why?

Goldmine Gavin was a goofball.

It's pretty quiet.

Think we should check?

Nah, let's give
them more time.

See, now, if, uh,
if you were deputy director,

you wouldn't be having
this much fun.

Yeah, I guess
that could be a silver lining.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to, uh, touch a nerve

or anything.
No, no, no.

I'm-I'm good. You're fine.

I mean, does it, you know,
sting a little bit,

that I got passed over for a job
I am more than qualified for?

Beyond qualified.
I mean,

and-and losing it to this guy,
this mint muncher Laroche?

There's something
about him.

I don't know.
Well,

if it's any consolation,
we were all selfishly grateful

to be able to keep you
on the team.

Yeah, me, too. Thanks.

But I am over it.

I'm over it and I'm moving on,

so I am wishing Laroche
nothing but the best.

The Mint Muncher.

Yep. Good for the Mint Muncher.

How's it going
in there, guys?

Oh, we're living
a dream, thank you.

Yeah, Torres and I are about
to rent this place permanently.

Hell yeah,
just don't tell Jimmy.

Had to bring Jimmy into it.

What?

Relax.

I'm just kidding.

It's weird.

Oh, I'm being weird now?
No,

you're not weird,
it's...

I just know
how supportive you were

of Jimmy breaking up with me.

Just being a good friend.
Which is also why you were

so supportive when I took
the REACT job.

You deserved it.

Look, Nick, I... I know
that you're best friends

with both me and Jimmy,
and I don't want you to feel

like you have to play
both sides,

or that you have to referee
fights that aren't happening,

or that you have to make jokes

about us being a thing
when we're not.

Because we're okay.

Okay.

You got it. Nothing but chill.

Mama.

Did you see that?

Tell me a story, Mama...

That doll almost
just fell on you.

What the hell!?

Okay. What is with all
of this aggression?

And do not say "passionate."

Okay, um...

you carry around
a hammer long enough,

everything starts
looking like a nail.

I have no idea what that means.

Almost getting killed
in my last undercover operation

made me, I don't know,

started thinking
about the future, right?

That's why
I'm pushing so hard

to get a better gym
at work, you know?

Training. Training hard.

To become a better hammer?

Well, not for nails,
or bad guys, or dolls.

Just seems
to be the side effect.

Okay.
The reason why

I'm working out so hard...

is because I'm trying
to get my mind right.

You know, trying
to get back out there.

Back in the game.

The game?

The love game.

I guess.

It's been too long

since I've had
a special person in my life,

so I was thinking that maybe

if I can get myself
back out there again,

maybe I can find that person.

But in order
to do that,

I really want to put
my best self out there.

Passionate.
Exactly.

Okay. Well, um...

I would just like you
to know that I...

fully support this mission.

As a good friend would.

Did you hear that?

Yeah, I wish I didn't.

Do we have company?

No, nothing here.
No, uh, no cars,

no suspicious activity.
Why?

Well, it sounds
like we have company.

Okay, where is that coming from?

Okay, I really
hate this place.

Federal agents!

Stop!

Where do you think
you're going, huh?

I didn't kill Hal. I swear.

It's Mary.

The girlfriend.

What's that?

It's mine. I-I found it.

Sure looks like treasure to me.

So, what do we think's
in the box?

Gold coins? Diamonds?

Mm. Given where it was found,

it could be filled
with tiny little doll heads.

I'm telling you,
I did not kill Hal.

I only wanted a return
on my investment.

You loaned Hal
more than the first $100?

That was the last hundred.

I-I'd given him closer
to 900 before that

to rent the Navy SEAL's house

in exchange for a cut
of whatever he found there.

So, still hoping to cash in,

you signed
into Hal's old account

to rent Prescott's Folly.

I had to rent it to be sure

I had time to search it alone.

It's why I cut
through the back woods

in case anybody was watching.

Like us.
Call it
beginner's luck,

but I-I-I found that
treasure box in the basement,

first thing.

Needed a crowbar to get it out.

Which made the noise
that we heard.
That's when I heard

you guys upstairs
and took the back steps.

Not knowing you'd be
right there waiting for me.

All right, let's back up
to the night

that Hal was killed.

It had been almost two weeks

and Hal was getting frustrated
at not finding anything,

so I threw him the party

to try to lift his spirits.

Not knowing he was dead
in the basement.

I had no idea.

Like I said, I got there at 5:00

and I saw no one
coming or going.

- I promise.
- You said,

metal detector you used.

- Whose was it?
- One of Hal's.

He had a bunch
of detectors and scanners

delivered to the house

when he first moved in.

I kept that one for myself

and he didn't even realize
it was missing.

Did you say delivered?

Yeah, why?

You saw them being delivered?

No, but I saw all
the Global Courier boxes

in the garage after.

Global Courier delivered them?

Oh, hey, Phil.
Hey, Bryce.

Got to sign for this one.

Overnight delivery.

Must be something important.

Yeah, you could say that.

Just out of curiosity,

all those feds in here
the other night,

what was that all about?

Everything okay?

You tell us, Phil.

You said you
hadn't been here

since Bryce put
his deliveries on hold.

You got a full confession?

McGEE: Yep.
Signed it just now.

So, what happened exactly?

Phil here got wise
to our victim Hal

ordering treasure-hunting tools
to the Navy SEAL's place.

Instead of blowing
the whistle,

Phil demanded a cut from Hal
in exchange for his silence.

Phil accused Hal of holding out.
They fought, things got ugly...

McGEE: And Phil
ended up delivering

Hal's own hammer to his head.

All about a half hour

before Mary got there

to throw Hal's party.

So much for Happy Halloween.

Sorry, Director.

Wrong door.

Which door were you expecting
to open, Miss Hines?

Ducky's office, funny enough.

Oh, my gosh.

Boy, did I get turned around.

But, you know,
speaking of Ducky's office

and since I am here...

- Yes?
- Did you get

my consensus report?

I did receive it, Miss Hines.

And, uh, I must say,

it was quite comprehensive.

- Oh. I tried.
- You succeeded.

Seeing all those wishes

for Dr. Mallard's office,
very helpful.

So, is there a decision
forthcoming?

As soon as I decide
what's best for everyone.

Speaking of deliveries,
Director,

don't you got one to make?

- Oh, right. Conference room.
- Oh, indeed.

Hang in there, Miss Hines.

I promise a decision soon.

Oh, Bryce.

My boy. Oh, God.
I'm so happy to see you.

I'm so sorry
I haven't made it

to the house yet, Gram.

That's all right.

But what am I doing back here?

Not-not that it's not lovely
to see you all again, Agents.

Well, lovely to be seen.

This is NCIS Director Vance.

It's a pleasure
to meet you, Mrs. Prescott.

Lieutenant, and...?

- Lenny.
- Lenny. Got it.

Agents Knight and Torres
asked me to join them,

to return this piece of evidence
that is rightfully yours.

Which I do with
great pleasure.

Somebody actually found
treasure?

It was found in the basement

of your family hunting lodge.

- Any chance you recognize it?
- Well, yeah.

That was one of your
grandfather's old lockboxes.

He had quite a few
of these ugly old things,

but I... I thought they'd all
been lost in the fire.

Well, not this one, I guess.

I don't believe it.

Your grandfather gave me this

on the boardwalk
at Coney Island.

He was just back from Korea
and, like you,

he looked damn good
in a uniform.

And it still works.

Like it was yesterday.

Who's this?

That's your dad.

On his fifth birthday.

Oh, Bryce,
he would be so proud of you.

I thought this
was lost forever.

This is what my
husband meant

when he talked
about priceless treasure.

Memories.

Family.

Good morning.

Miss Hines.

Good morning, everyone.

We good, Nick?

Hey, Kase.
Yeah, good enough.
Aw.

Well, what do you think?

I think you're a genius.

Uh, not me. It was all
Director Vance.
Uh...

Credit where credit is due,
Kase.

Just say thank you.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

Dr. Palmer.

What do you think?
I think I love it, sir.

- And what would Ducky think?
- Oh, he's here.

He loves it, too.

The Donald Mallard
Memorial Multi-Purpose Room.

Doesn't exactly roll off
the tongue, does it?

Okay, so I've actually been
thinking of some nicknames.

Like The Duck Pond
or Ducky's Den...

How about just "Ducky's"?

As in "meet me at Ducky's"?

Yeah, not bad.

By the way,
where's Agent McGee?

Oh, yeah. He's got to see this.

Ah. Kasie, hey.

Hey, where are you?

Everybody's at, uh, Ducky's.

And you are going
to love this place.

Yeah, I'm, uh,

I'm just finishing
something up real quick.

I'll be right there, okay?

See you soon.
Yeah.

Okay, Mint Muncher,
let's see what you're all about.