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(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(NILES WHOOPS)

This place is on fire!

(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

-Nice accent.
-Works for her.

With all the sangria she's downed,
Swahili would work for her.

Where'd Wilkes go?

I don't know.
He just kind of wandered off.

(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

(PHONE RINGING)

(BASEBALL COMMENTATOR
CHATTERING ON TV)

GIBBS: (ON ANSWERING MACHINE)
Gibbs. Talk.

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPING)

Gibbs, Stan Burley.

Put down whatever the hell you're doing
with that stupid boat and pick up!

I'm working a case on the Enterprise.

Sure could use some help on this one.

Really could use your help, boss.

Okay, you got my interest.

What's going on, Stan?

Two days ago,

an arresting gear operator
went wacko on liberty in Rota.

His crewmates found him naked
in a restaurant freezer.

His body temperature was 106.

-What kind of drugs?
-Well, I'm thinking amphetamines.

Still waiting for the tox report.

Well, to trigger the seizure
you're describing,

chances are he's a chronic drug user.

You'd think. Only his
last random piss test was negative.

That was less than three weeks ago.

I'm in a squeeze, Gibbs.

I don't have enough time
to work on this one by myself.

KATE: How long did Burley work here?

-Five years.
-Five years with Gibbs?

I'm amazed the guy
didn't end up in a straitjacket.

What was that?

Nothing, boss.
Just praising your communication skills.

I really miss Burley.
He was cool, you know?

Listen, when you see Agent Burley,
would one of you mind giving him this?

-No problem.
-Cricket ball.

Yeah. Well, he was
not only an amazing agent,

he was also an incredible athlete.

Yet cricket was one of the few games
he wasn't an expert in.

Shame.

Yeah, I think he'll get a kick out of it.

Of course he will.
He gets a kick out of everything.

I love that guy.

Okay. COD's waiting for us.

Just accept the fact
that you're gonna get lost.

-Why do you assume I'm going to?
-Because everyone does.

A carrier is a big and confusing place
first time on board.

Duly noted.

Numbers are stencilled
on the bulkheads.

First one tells you the deck level.
They're called bull's eyes.

-Deck level.
-The second one, the frame number.

Third tells you
the compartment's position

in relation to the ship's centreline.

The last letter tells you
what the space is used for.

Crossing from port to starboard
or starboard to port

isn't as simple as going straight across.

Sometimes you gotta go up one deck
and down another.

Or down one deck and up another.

-Sometimes two.
-It's frustrating.

Not to mention confusing.
But you'll get the hang of it.

After you get lost a few times.

(MAN CHATTERING ON P.A. SYSTEM)

AIR BOSS: Arresting gear control,
this is Pri-Fly.

We got a COD in the groove.

GEAR TALKER: Gear set for a COD.

Thirty seconds. Thirty seconds to trap.

You okay?

Good.

Just so you know,
this isn't like landing in a 747.

I sort of assumed.

Dropping from 120 knots to 0
in one second can take it out of you.

Just try to...

breathe normally.

GIBBS: Tox report come back yet, Stan?
BURLEY: Just like we thought.

Traces of meth in the bloodstream.

And his urine was negative
just 27 days ago?

According to the urinalysis coordinator,
clean as a whistle.

-Where's this Petty Officer Wilkes now?
-Still in sickbay.

You the one at my desk now?

That's right.
Gibbs must've told you about me.

Actually, no.
Abby mentioned it in passing.

Just assigned?

-Two years.
-Really?

GIBBS: You said he was
an arresting gear operator?

Yes, boss.

The same crewmen working in Rota
working the flight deck here?

All the men are on
Chief Petty Officer Reyes' crew.

Anyone else suspected of using, Stan?

-Not so far.
-Good.

What buddies were with him that night?

Petty Officers Niles and Shrewe.

They berth on Deck 5.
Designator 5-56-2-L.

I'll be fine.

Oh, and this is for you from Ducky.

If Wilkes was tweaking,
Reyes would've noticed.

I didn't get much out of Reyes
in my interview.

-You're welcome to try.
-You're looking good, Stanley.

Appreciate you coming, boss.

You waiting on something?

No, no. I'm gone.

I'd like to see Wilkes in action.

Can you get me deck tapes of him
during flight ops?

-Only about 100 hours.
-Is that all?

Excuse me, ma'am.

Okay.

Can I help you, ma'am?

This isn't the Deck 5
berthing compartment, is it?

This is the men's head on Deck 6,
ma'am.

Sorry, how do I get to Deck 5?

You go aft past Bulkhead 126,

down the starboard ladder,
through the hatch.

-Thanks.
-Ma'am? Ma'am?

Aft.

That's impossible. I don't use drugs.

Your blood test says otherwise.

Then it must be a false positive.

Before you joined up,
you were an emergency medical tech.

You tell me
how often that usually happens.

Maybe it's just a whim.

Or maybe you like hanging out
in walk-in freezers in your birthday suit.

I don't know what happened, sir.

I was feeling light-headed and hot.

-Really hot.
-Well, your body temperature was 106.

That's high enough to kill most men,

unless their cardiovascular system
was being boosted

by some sort of synthetic stimulant.

Somebody must've slipped something
into my drink.

Any idea who
that someone might've been?

-No, sir.
-Any idea who provided the meth?

No, sir!

You know what? I'm trying
to help you out here, Petty Officer.

If you try to float this story
at your court-martial hearing,

they will laugh your ass
all the way to Leavenworth.

Where did you get it? Shrewe?

-No!
-From Niles?

I don't do drugs.

And no one else
on my crew does either.

Deck 5 berthing?

-Yes, ma'am.
-Thank God.

Ma'am, it's SOP. Women are
supposed to announce themselves

in designated male quarters of the ship.

NCIS Special Agent Kate Todd.
I'm announced.

Can you tell me where I can find
Petty Officers Niles and Shrewe?

I haven't seen Shrewe lately,

but Niles just went up to work out
in the hangar bay.

Hangar bay?

Deck 1, frame number 150,

the compartment next to usage Q.

I'll be honest with you, ma'am.

I did my fair share of partying
when I was in high school,

experimented with pot and all that.

-You still experimenting?
-Absolutely not, ma'am.

Wildest I get now is a pitcher of sangria
and a couple of beers.

I'd never even consider
something like meth.

What about Petty Officer Wilkes?

Solid as they come, ma'am.
Fourth-generation Navy.

His grandfather was a gunner's mate
on the Arizona.

Wilkes would never disgrace
the uniform.

Well, I've got news for you,
Petty Officer Niles. He did.

-I can't explain it, ma'am.
-Can't or won't?

Code of silence stuff doesn't fly too well
on the flight deck, ma'am.

There's no room for screw-ups.

We're being temporarily rerouted
to assist in a search and rescue.

A private yacht has gone missing.
We are closest to the area,

so the Coast Guard
has requested our help.

It's a shame really.

So close to home, and these men now
have to turn around and go back.

That's why you're resuming flight ops.

If there's a drug problem,
I need it stopped.

I need to know who it is and why
testing procedures haven't picked it up.

-We'll do the best we can, Skipper.
-I'm sure you will.

Lives depend on it.

REYES: Those wires are looking tired,
gentlemen!

Strip wire! Move! Move!
Double time! Let's go!

Today, gentlemen, today!

Hurry up!

Thirty seconds
and the next Viking's on top of you!

We're not sunbathing, Hancock!
Let's go! Let's go!

Not up to speed.

Two seconds slower than the last time.

All right. Stand by.

We've got an E-2 landing
in five minutes.

I heard NCIS was bringing in
the cavalry.

Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.
Pushing your guys pretty hard, Chief,

considering it's just
a search and rescue run.

I always push my men hard, sir.
They gotta be ready.

Tomorrow it might not be
search and rescue.

We might be back in the soup in Iraq.

Still, don't you ever lay off,
give your men a break?

My philosophy is if you gotta do a job,
you gotta do it right.

110%.
That's why my men are the best, sir.

How did Petty Officer Wilkes
handle being pushed?

-He does okay.
-Ever show any signs of stress?

Fourteen hours a day
on a flight deck during combat ops,

everyone shows signs of stress, sir.

You ever notice anything unusual
in his behaviour?

Anxiety attacks? Irritability?
Mood swings?

Not that I ever saw, sir.

If there's nothing else,
I've gotta prepare for the next aircraft.

Sir.

AIR BOSS: Ready deck, E-2.
Call the ball.

PILOT: Roger, Papa 1. Ball 2.5.

The ball! Did he call the ball?
Did the flier call the meatball?

Get that green shirt off my deck.
We've got an aircraft on final approach.

Shrewe, get off the deck!

Wave him off, sir! Wave him off!

Cable snap!

We don't know for certain, but
I don't think he's in any real danger now.

-I've got him pretty heavily sedated.
-What does it look like?

I really won't know
until the tox report comes through.

I appreciate that, Doc, but I don't have
time to wait for a tox report.

In your considerable experience,
what's your best guess?

It looks like the same situation we have
with Petty Officer Wilkes.

-Methamphetamines?
-Yeah, most likely.

GIBBS: Chronic, long-term use?

With his symptoms, it would have to be.

Yet his last random piss test was
negative, just like Petty Officer Wilkes.

It doesn't make much sense.

No, it doesn't.
When can I talk with him?

That's hard for me to say, Agent Gibbs.

Well, let me make it easier for you, Doc.

1500.

Consciousness will make the interview
go much smoother.

GIBBS: Toss Shrewe's rack.
TONY: Got it.

Go over everything,
and I mean everything.

Above his mattress,
below his mattress, inside his mattress.

If there's such a thing
as a fourth mattress dimension,

go over that, too.

Find out where the urinalysis
coordinator likes to let it all hang out.

Okay.

I wanna find out about
this testing procedure, how it all works.

See if there's any way
that anyone can beat it.

You and me, we're gonna have
a flight deck film festival.

See if you can arrange someplace
where we can watch those tapes.

I have one of the ready rooms
on hold, boss.

Always anticipating, Stan.
Some things never change.

Can I help you, Petty Officer?

Lot of messy racks around here lately.

Gonna be a lot more
till we find what we're looking for.

No disrespect, sir,
but like I told your partner,

-none of the guys on my crew...
-"...on my crew use drugs."

I've heard the party line so many times,

it's like a bad song
I can't get out of my head.

-You don't understand, sir!
-I do understand!

Two of your guys are in sickbay
with enough meth in their bloodstreams

to kill a herd of Navy goats.

For a crew that doesn't do drugs,
you guys sure do a lot of drugs.

BURLEY: Got ants in his pants?

GIBBS: Question is,
who's putting them there?

Rota was our last liberty port
after we left the Gulf.

This tape was done
before they hit Rota.

Well, maybe he stocked up
at Naples or Nice.

Is that the best you can do, Stan,
after working under me five years?

At least I don't taint evidence
when I bag and tag.

I tripped.

One time.

As I remember, it's because you had
your eyes glued to some little...

Do you mind
if we get back to the tape now?

-Sure, boss.
-We have a job to do, remember?

I do, boss.

Good.

-Petty Officer.
-Ma'am?

You just came out of
the urinalysis coordinator's office.

I hope not, ma'am.
I just got a haircut in there.

Go ahead.
Tell me how many bulkheads,

hatches and passageways
I have to traverse to get there.

It's right next door.

Of course it is. Thank you, Petty Officer.

No problem, ma'am.

We don't do the actual testing onboard.

What we do is, we collect the samples,
we record the data,

and ship them off to a land-based lab.

Obviously with such a large crew,
you test them in batches.

Computer generates a random list,
about 25 to 30 a day.

-Do you watch?
-Of course we watch.

Someone from security
accompanies them to the head

and observes casually by mirror.

And if someone wanted to beat it?

Ma'a
m?

-The system.
-Oh.

They try.
Detox drinks, herbal tea, vinegar.

Some try slipping bleach crystals in.

Or even passing off
a shipmate's clean sample as their own.

How do they do that
if they're being watched?

You fill it up with someone else's urine,
slip the balloon in your underwear,

and tape the tube
to the underside of your...

I get the picture.

Obviously it didn't work.

Well, balloons aren't the sturdiest
of containers. If you want to examine it.

That won't be necessary.

How about the other methods
that you mentioned?

Most of them don't fly.

But every once in a while
one does slip through.

No system's perfect.

-How about twice within six weeks?
-Unlikely.

But like I said, anything's possible.

-Lost?
-No.

How's it going?

-What do you mean?
-You know what I mean.

Finding your way
around the ship and all.

It's going fine.

-Good, I'm glad. Really glad.
-I admit, it was a little confusing at first.

-I had a few, you know...
-False starts.

Complete disasters.

But I think I've got
a pretty good handle on it now.

Good.

This is the second time
I have had to come down here

to talk to a member of your crew.

I don't know what to tell you, sir.

Why don't you tell me
how two members of the same crew

who work the same team

flip out on meth
within a few days of each other?

-Meth?
-Yeah.

It's a fine, little, white powder
cooked up in trailer parks.

Makes people do funny things,

like freak out on a flight deck
with a plane on final approach.

Sir, there's gotta be a mistake.

I've never done drugs.

-Never?
-Not once in my life, sir.

It's against my morals.

I feel the same way
about alcohol and tobacco.

-Is that so?
-Yes, sir.

I even reported a guy
for smoking some pot on my last cruise.

Well, it makes a nice story
to cover your own ass

in case they catch you
with the real deal.

I'm telling the truth, sir.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Code blue! We've got a code blue!

-Crash cart!
-Coming in.

Start the charge.

Lead lines in. Charge to 200 joules.

Charging.

-All clear.
-Clear.

-No response.
-300 joules!

Charging.

All clear.

3607?

Won't help.

MAN: (ON P.A. SYSTEM) FOD walk,
gentlemen.

Keep your eyes peeled.
Don't miss a thing.

Wilkes was killed probably because
he was gonna give up the supplier.

Makes sense.

No, what makes no sense
is that these boys are involved at all.

Now, Wilkes was a proud navy legacy.
You know, Shrewe was a boy scout.

That's what they want you to think.

Drugs addicts learn
the art of the con fast.

Well, I had the lab
that tested the urine samples

send them to Abby for retesting.

-Good.
-Where's Burley?

-Watching more flight deck footage.
-Still?

Yeah, he's been at it
almost 18 hours now.

He's always been this way.

I'll go see how he's doing.

It's not the same thing, you know.

-What?
-You and Gibbs, Burley and Gibbs.

I don't know what you're talking about.

It was a different dynamic,
you know, a different time.

You can't compare the relationships.

Who's comparing?

All I'm saying is that

things on the surface
are not always the same

as when you put them in context
with the way they actually developed,

you know, under the surface. Kind of.

-I have no idea what you said.
-Neither do I.

But the intent was sincere.

Petty Officer Robert Wilkes.

You are a bit of a puzzle,
aren't you, my lad?

A secured room, no sign of trauma.

No bruising or ligature marks.

Let's rule out strangulation.
If that's okay by you.

Colour's good. No cyanosis.

You weren't suffocated by a pillow.

Poisoned, perhaps.

We'll soon see.
You'll tell Ducky everything, eventually.

They all do, you know.

Brought you a bagel.

You remembered.

Bacon, sausage, eggs, onions,
cream cheese, and jalapenos.

-Do you wanna fill me in here?
-This is interesting.

What is Chief Petty Officer Reyes
handing them?

It's hard to tell from this distance.

-Can you get closer?
-We'll have to enhance the tape.

Uplink the footage to Abby.
First find DiNozzo and Kate.

Have them check out
the Air Boss' take on Reyes.

Got a little glob
on your shirt there, Stan.

Twenty-five more burpies.
Get on it! Let's go! Let's go!

Chief Reyes is one of the most
committed men I've ever worked with.

-He runs his crew hard.
-And they appreciate him for it.

Aside from the two incidents,

have you noticed anything out of
the ordinary in the past few weeks?

Not unless you consider
a 50% above average performance

out of the ordinary.

That's quite a record.

With two new guys,
he's falling behind a little,

but that's expected.

He'll get them up to speed.
He always does.

-Come on! Let's go! Work it! Work it!
-Why get them up to speed at all?

It's only a rescue mission
after which they're going home.

Because that's Chief Reyes, ma'am.

Work it out!

What's your problem, Hatcher?
Getting winded?

Girlfriend teach you
anything about stamina?

You're playing catch-up!

Lose this race,
you'll be tooth-brushing urinals!

You think this wasn't a race, huh?
Just thought it was an exercise!

Well, well.

We finally find something
you're good at, Hatcher.

Lying down!

What are you looking at, Stewart?

Did I say stop? Give me 25 more!

Let's go! Let's go!

And well, here is Petty Officer Wilkes
with an IV drip going into his arm.

Please, Gerald,
this is not dinner theatre.

Suppose someone
disconnected his IV tube

at both ends,

and blew all the liquid out of the tube,

leaving nothing but air.

Suppose they emptied
the saline bag half way.

That should be about it.

The IV tube is attached.

This blue balloon taped to Gerald's arm
represents his vein.

And a valve is inserted into the bag.

Air is blown into the tube
using this one-way valve.

The air is trapped.

When I open the flow rate valve

and squeeze,

air is pushed down the tube

and into the vein and death occurs

within 60 seconds.

(MIMICS CHOKING)

I do apologise.

-So that's what killed Wilkes?
-I'm pretty certain.

Any way the air could've gotten
into the line accidentally?

Normal air is less than
1 % carbon dioxide.

The gas bubble
in Wilkes' heart was 6% CO2.

That's not air, that was breath.
It was deliberate.

So, Doc,
this would've had to have been done

by someone with medical knowledge?

Most certainly.

You're supposed to be dead.

-I'll see what I can find.
-I'll have Burley meet me in sickbay.

Burley's probably got his hands full
uplinking the tapes.

If you want, I'd be happy to...

I had no reason to Kill
Petty Officer Wilkes, sir.

Not unless you were supplying him
methamphetamines

and you were afraid he would talk.

I wasn't.

Your prints were all over
that saline bag.

Sir, I was the attending corpsman.

My prints are supposed to be
on that bag.

Petty Officer Wilkes was alive
when I went to change that bag out.

When I came back, he was dead.

That's the truth, sir.

Give me a polygraph.

Anything. But that is the truth.

-Where have you been?
-Waiting for a print match.

You were supposed
to meet me here, Stan.

I thought this was more important.

Why don't you let me
be the judge of what's important?

-Yes, boss.
-l mean,

that is why you called me, right?

You know, it's funny how it's all starting
to come back to me now.

What's that?

The tightness in my chest,
the upset stomach.

All the pleasantries
that come with working for you.

Your breathing's not laboured.
You're fine.

What have you got?

There were a second set of prints
on the saline bag.

-Wilkes?
-You knew he used to be an EMT.

You think he killed himself?

One of the doctors bent a few rules,
let Wilkes take a call from his father.

His very proud,

retired Chief Petty Officer father.

So Wilkes' urine was clean.
No nasty metabolites, no additives.

There's just one tiny problem.

Look at this.

It's the exact same urine
as Petty Officer Shrewe.

-Someone's replacing their samples.
-The urinalysis coordinator?

Maybe. Or maybe one of the 25
Masters at Arms he uses to monitor.

We need to look at the records
of all the people on pee patrol.

So anybody happy about this?

Anybody freaked out?
It'd be nice to have something here.

Sorry, Abby.
It's just that we both really gotta go.

What do you want me to do
with all this pee?

No, it's 3-76-9-A.

We're at 5-45-7-E.

We need to go up two levels,
over to port,

and then three bulkheads aft.

No, which is why
we need to go up one level

SO we can traverse port
before heading out.

The ladder two bulkheads down
takes us up and across.

Is this going to turn into
one of those guy-girl things

where you insist we stop
and ask for directions?

No. Because unlike you,
I know where I'm going.

Then be my guest.

I'll be in Admin!

Can I help you?

Special Agent Kate Todd, NCIS.

I need to see
some record books, please.

Excuse me, sir.

I was able to bring it way up.
Take a look at this.

Much better.

Right there.
Abby, can you get us in closer?

Patience, Gibbs. You can't rush art.

Smart money says
that that is not a tic tac.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

-Chief Reyes?
-Yes.

We haven't been introduced.

Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.

You already know Special Agent Burley.

What can I do for you, sir?

You can give me one of those capsules

you gave Petty Officer Wilkes
during flight ops.

Sir?

We have it all
on a flight deck tape, Chief.

You can see a capsule
from that camera up there?

We had it digitally enhanced.

I can see the hairs standing up
on the back of your neck!

What do you think those are, sir?

Meth, Chief.

Meth? That's 98% caffeine.

Available over the counter
at any pharmacy in Norfolk.

Coffee's not allowed on the deck,

so I give it to my men
to keep them going.

I would never do anything
to jeopardise these men, sir.

I love these men

and I would die for these men.

Standard test pouches.
Just like I used in Baltimore.

Yeah, DiNozzo was a Baltimore cop
before coming to us.

Is that right? How long?

-Almost two years.
-And before that?

Philly P.D.

Eighteen months, right?

There were extenuating circumstances.

And what was before Philly, I forgot.
Pittsburgh?

-Peoria.
-Right.

And it doesn't matter how long.

All that matters now
is that I'm here at NCIS.

And you've been here for...
Refresh my memory.

Two years.

What did you do before NCIS, Burley?

Just pushing papers around
in Washington.

I'm sure it wasn't so bad.

How bad could being
a senator's aide be?

It wasn't me.

-DiNozzo, the Kit.
-Yeah.

The way it works is simple.

Place a small sample of the suspected
substance inside the pouch.

Seal it.

Break the ampoule inside the pouch
which releases the test chemicals.

If the clear liquid turns a colour,
we have drugs.

Not meth.

That pouch might be clear,
but my gut's still in living colour.

All right, get a search authorisation.
Sweep Chief Petty Officer Reyes' rack.

Wait until he's occupied with flight ops
in the morning.

Now! Now! Now!
Move it! Move it! Move it! Move it!

Bridge. Air Boss.

Go, boss.

Skipper, Mauler Two
has located the yacht.

There are survivors in the water.

153 miles out on 260.

Launch the rescue bird.

Aye, aye, sir.

There's nothing here.

Nothing that's obvious anyway.

Then I'd say it's time we turn out
the lights and play in the dark.

TONY: Anywhere Chief Petty Officer
Reyes touches can leave residue.

I might have something here.

-Could be toothpaste.
-Could be meth. Bag it.

Hold it. Tony?

TONY: No, it looks the same as
the Alert capsule we tested.

You think
we're barking up the wrong tree?

Actually, I was thinking
just the opposite.

Why have the contents of an Alert
capsule loose on your locker shelf?

Unless you emptied it
so you can fill it up with something else.

Then why didn't we find
traces of speed?

Because you can be sure
Reyes has taken extra precautions

with a substance that can put him away.

Okay. Then how do we link Reyes
to the meth?

By going to the one guy
from the original crew

who still might be holding some.

A little jumpy today, Petty Officer.

No, you know, I just get a little nervous
when it gets close to duty time.

Reyes works you hard
on that flight deck.

Yes, sir. You gotta keep on top of it.

-Sounds exhausting to me.
-Nothing I can't handle, sir.

Especially when you have yourself
a little pick-me-up.

Sir, I don't know how many times
we gotta go over this,

-but I've been telling you...
-This is the last time, I promise.

My crew is tossing your rack
as we speak.

They're not gonna find anything.

Maybe that's because
you have it on you.

You wanna search me? Go ahead.

But I'm telling you, the only pick-me-up
I use is a cup of coffee

before I go on duty
and a couple of these when I'm on deck.

Mind if I hang on to these?

No, sir.

Meth disguised as caffeine capsules.

I'm assuming you didn't find anything
in Petty Officer Niles' rack.

Clean as a whistle.

They've been telling the truth all along.

They were getting hooked and
they didn't even know they were using.

How in the hell could a Chief
feed his own guys speed?

Are we gonna bring him in now?

Not yet. All we have is
a Petty Officer in possession

who claims his highly-regarded superior
gave it to him without his knowledge.

Yeah, it won't fly well with JAG.

We wanna get him
with the evidence in hand.

I'm a little worried
about your crew, Chief.

They're not where they should be.

I'm pushing them, sir,
but I got two new guys.

Then push them harder.
Your boys have to be sharp.

-They will be, sir.
-I hope so, Chief.

This will be our last ops
before we head back home.

I'd sure hate to go out on a low note,
not after what we've all accomplished.

I won't let you down, sir.

I know you won't.

The Air Boss, sir.

I didn't like it, Skipper, but I did it.

I appreciate it, Commander.

AIR BOSS: Rescue One is on location

and have commenced
rescue operations.

OFFICER: Bring them on up!

Hang on, hang on!

PILOT: We have two survivors on board.
Returning home.

Well done, Rescue One.

Alert sickbay to stand by for casualties.
Recall the search aircraft.

Yes, sir.

As you have probably already guessed,
we're not here to make a deposit.

More like a withdrawal, actually.

I'm not sure I know
what you're getting at.

I think you do, Lieutenant.
Your service record indicates

you and Chief Reyes have served
on three different ships together.

On each one, the Chief's crew
had the distinction of maintaining

the highest performance rating.

Thanks, of course, to his capsules

and your help
in covering up the urine tests.

It's over, Lieutenant.

Before you pee your pants,

why don't you show us
where he keeps his stash?

Have all search aircraft
been recovered?

-Last two aircraft are down, sir.
-Take us home.

Aye, aye, sir. Set your course, 270.

Why the hell aren't you
on the flight deck, Niles?

I don't know, Chief.
I ain't felling so hot right now.

What do you mean you don't know?
We got aircraft coming in.

I'm beat, man.
I don't know what's wrong with me.

You gotta get it together, Petty Officer.
You gotta suck it up.

I don't think I can, Chief.

Come here.

This should help you out.

Just one, Chief?

Now get the hell on the deck.

It's okay, son.

You followed orders.

That's what a good sailor does.

Go on, now.

Thanks.

These men spent 10 months
in the Gulf, combat conditions.

Twelve hours a day,
110 degrees on the deck.

With you in their face,
pumping them up with meth.

I gave my men something
to help them do their jobs better,

and it worked.

Explain that to Wilkes' family.

I'm sorry about what happened,
but I'm not gonna make excuses.

We got our planes on the deck
and out of harm's way

faster than any other crew.

Wilkes was a casualty of war,
Agent Gibbs.

A hero.

Yes, he was, Chief.

He was also a victim

of a leader who betrayed his trust.

I have to say it was like déja vu
working with you again, boss.

-Good déja vu or bad?
-Good.

-And bad.
-And bad.

You know, boss, in all seriousness,

you know how much
it means to me that we...

Hell, Stan, you gonna go
getting all huggy on me?

-I guess I'm not.
-I didn't think so.

-Bye.
-Bye.

-See you.
-See you, Stan. Thanks.

You know, in the two years
I've worked for Gibbs,

he's never shaken my hand once.
Never.

I was in the office two years
before he even looked me in the eye.

Really?

Yeah. Three years before
he called me by name.

Four till he got it right.

By then I'd actually
gotten used to Steve.

He must really like you.

Thanks.

GIBBS: The cat launch is
like the wire landing, only in reverse.

We go from 0 to 140 knots
in a second and a half.

It's kind of like sex without all that work.

Everything is like sex to you, Tony.

Cross your arms, chin to your chest.

-Lean forward as far as you can.
-And breathe normally.

GIBBS: How you doing, Kate? Kate?

DiNozzo, how's she doing?

TONY: She's smiling.