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(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Got 10 minutes before
Ainsley comes looking for me.

So what's the big emergency?

-No one can know about this.
-Okay.

We haven't got much time.

I was repositioning
from Cuba up towards Quebec,

guess it hit a glitch over Virginia.

(BEEPING)

Little Creek Naval Base.

(BEN SIGHS)

God bless America.

-She's really cold.
-Really. Cold.

Better than monitoring
ship movements in the Atlantic.

As long as we don't get caught.

-A problem.
-Someone else must be there.

Damn. No, no, no, sweetie.
Nobody's looking.

All right. All right.

Where'd she go?

What just happened?

Punch in.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Good morning, Kate.

I assume that was good morning.

-You want one?
-No. Thanks.

-Really good.
-Not worth the price.

I like keeping my belt notched
exactly where it is.

-What's that supposed to mean?
-What mean?

The whole sort of
raised-eyebrows, winky thing.

Nothing, really. Just a nervous tic.

I've weighed exactly the same
since the day I graduated from college.

-Never up, never down.
-Certainly you would know.

-Do you weigh yourself a lot?
-I never weigh myself.

I see.

Well, I don't pay
that close attention to your body, Tony.

Really?

But, Tony, if you're happy
with the way you are,

that's all that counts.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Gibbs.

Mmm-hmm.

We've got a murder at Little Creek.
Get Ducky.

(GROANS)

You all right?

I couldn't be better.

GIBBS: Who found the body?

I did. An anonymous tip
was called in to base security

saying someone was stabbed here.

Victim been I.D.'d?

Yes, sir.
Lieutenant Commander Thomas Egan.

His wallet was found in the SUV.

-Kate, photos.
-Got it.

Tag Heuer.

You don't leave one of those behind
if you're robbing a guy.

You know the
Lieutenant Commander's assignment?

Yes, sir. He's attached
as a technical advisor to Side-Scan.

A civilian contractor on the base.

Don't know any more.
Their work's classified.

-Keep this under wraps, Master Chief.
-Yes, sir.

-We have a rising tide.
-Okay.

-DiNozzo?
-Yo.

You and me take measurements.
We'll rebuild them later in the lab.

-Kate, more photos!
-Gotcha.

-Gerald, take notes.
-I'm on it.

Come on, move it!
We gotta keep him dry.

I've got the sign.

I've got the farthest boulder.

Head and feet!

15.71.

11.36 metres.

15.71. 11.36. Got them.

His dive knife is missing.

Yeah, you didn't see this coming,
did you, my friend?

Hey, watch out!

Tide!

(SEAGULLS SCREECHING)

(CHUCKLING) Well done, Tony.

Bag him.

I've got a spare suit in the van.

Are you okay?

What is it?

Shrinkage.

(GASPING)

(LAUGHING)

I just can't believe Tom Egan is dead.

When did you see him last?

Early this morning.

Where was the commander going?

To conduct underwater tests
on a piece of equipment.

Did you find a device with his body?

What kind of a device?

It's a handheld sonar gun.

I've got a wooden mockup
of the prototype that we're missing.

It uses sound echoes
to create visual images.

Like a sonogram.

-Yeah.
-Not dissimilar.

Earlier types are larger,
have to be towed behind watercraft.

And our version
can be carried by a diver.

My company developed the concept.
We brought it to the Navy.

Commander Tyler
was assigned as my liaison.

I brought in Tom.
He was a sound-surveillance expert.

We were evaluating it.

For use in harbour surveillance.

Yes.

It's the only working prototype
that we have.

Its loss is just devastating
to the military.

And, I bet, to your company.

-Where's the commander's desk?
-There.

We're seizing his computer,
and anything else we find we need.

You understand.

SPARKS: Little Creek quarter deck.

This is Seaman Apprentice
Sparks speaking.

How may I help you, sir, ma'am?
Yes, sir.

(SIGHING) Special Agent DiNozzo.

Just can't stop messing
with the uniforms, can they, sir?

-You on duty this morning?
-Yes, sir.

Take the call
about the attack on the beach?

Yes, sir. Call came in at 0932.

-Get a name?
-No, sir.

But the voice was male.
Sounded real nervous.

And when I started asking questions,
he just hung up.

Caller I.D.?

Yes, sir.

But the call that came in this morning
was blocked.

Well, it shouldn't be too hard
for NCIS to trace that.

I'd write a letter, sir.

Come on! Come on, McGee!
You said you could do this.

But I didn't say it was gonna be easy.

Actually, that's exactly what you said,

only on the phone
you ended it with a "sir".

Well, that's when I thought

you were talking about
going through the proper channels.

Proper channels have too many bends.

Well, lucky for you Little Creek
has its own central exchange.

Otherwise, the proper channels
would be your only option.

If I'm so lucky, then why haven't you
given me the number yet?

The exchange handles
all incoming calls to the base.

Do you have any idea how many calls
came into Little Creek at 09327?

You know what my dad
always said about excuses?

Yeah, they're like armpits.
Everybody has them and they all stink.

Actually, he used
a different part of the anatomy,

but you got the main idea.

So whatever happened
between you and Abby?

-Our paths still cross on occasion.
-Really?

I guess the tat on the old caboose
did the trick.

Among other things.

You don't say.

Did you see any art on her caboose?

You're right, I don't say.

I'll take that as a no.

Found it.

See, the new SS-7 data circuits,
they block display of the number.

But the calling party number message
is still carried on the line.

I don't know what you just said.

I don't care what you just said.
Just give me the number.

Why is there an asterisk?

I'm not sure.

Sir?

That wasn't an "add a sir" look.

That was
a "you'd better find out why" look.

Oh.

It's all right.

Rookie mistake.

(DOG BARKING)

Egan and his wife
have been married for nine years.

They met when they were stationed
in San Diego.

-Any kids?
-No.

Oh, my God.

It's their anniversary next week.

It looks like the Navy was pretty good

about stationing them
at the same bases.

How long have they been here
in Little Creek?

Egan was transferred here in March

and his wife had to finish assignment
in Panama City, Florida.

Then followed four months later.

No matter how many times I do this,
it never gets any easier.

We should have had
DiNozzo handle this interview.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Just kidding.

Lieutenant Egan?

NCIS.

I'm aware there's probably a better time
to be doing all this.

Where were you
coming home from, Lieutenant?

Camp Lejeune for the weekend.

It was a human resources seminar.

When I got home the base commander
and the chaplain were here

and I knew...

When was the last time
you spoke to your husband?

Last night.

What time?

(CRYING) I don't know.

Yeah, but if you could try to remember...

I don't know!

Lieutenant,

I know this is hard.

Sorry!

Around 10:00.

Before I went to bed.

Did you know that
he was going diving today?

But he went diving

many times during the week.

He was a SEAL.

He was decorated.

Did he tell you what he was working on?

No, Tom was very strict
about need-to-know.

He didn't discuss his work with anyone.
Not even me.

Would you do the honours,
please, Gerald?

Sure thing.

-What?
-It moved.

(LAUGHING) I don't think so.

It moved, Doc.

Remind me to check our inventory
of alcohol swab.

He certainly was dead on the beach.

What do you think, Kate? Espionage?

A Navy specialist is murdered

and the classified device
he has with him is missing.

-It looks that way.
-Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Don't even, okay?

-Did I say anything?
-You were. I know you were.

Well, it's... You know, a touch small,
but other than that it's fine.

And the bonus, no belt.

(KATE LAUGHING)

DiNozzo. The anonymous tip?

It came from a restricted phone.

-Area code 703.
-Langley, Virginia.

CIA.

Wow, huh?

(BLOWING)

Yeah.

It's okay.

Got it, Tony. Don't you worry.

Wouldn't wanna disturb your lunch.

You got me thinking, Kate.

Maybe I should improve my diet.

When are you going to start?

What do you call this?

Bad things masquerading
as something good for you?

This is a nutrition bar.
It says so on the label.

Yeah. Did you read the label?

A little... You know,
one with the ingredients

not just the big one
with the pretty colours?

Sarcasm is so not healthy, Kate.

Neither is that. Let's see.

We've got here,
high fructose corn syrup.

Basically sugar.

High maltose corn syrup.
Another sugar.

Sugar. Sugar.

Fractionated palm kernel oil.
That sounds yummy!

And contains
less than 2% natural flavour.

That would make it
98% artificial flavour.

What are you saying?

So I hear Egan's computer is waiting
to get up close and personal with me.

Be gentle.
I'm sure Tony will be more than happy

to lug this downstairs for you.

He's feeling healthy today.

No problem.

Thanks, Tony.

Where's Gibbs?

With director Morrow. He's trying
to get a meeting with the CIA.

Why?

That's where the anonymous phone call
came from.

Langley is like 200 miles
from Little Creek.

That doesn't make any sense.

Especially considering
Ducky established time of death

was approximately 9:30.

And the tip was phoned in at 9:32.

It's impossible.

It isn't if someone from the CIA
was watching on a high-def satellite.

You're accusing the agency of spying
on a U.S. Naval station.

Do you have a better explanation?

It didn't happen, Agent Gibbs.

I have a dead Lieutenant Commander,

and missing classified hardware

and a phone call that originated
from this building right after the murder.

I'm not denying we have the capability.

But you know as well as I do that
it would be a violation of CIA mandate

to operate domestically.

Right.

Well, you never do anything illegal?

We have the same uncle
writing our paycheques.

We do what we do

to get the job done.

I appreciate the sentiment, Agent Gibbs.

I don't have the need-to-know

to know why you have
a satellite pointed at Little Creek.

I have a murder to solve.

I could use your help.

There's nothing I can do to help you,
Agent Gibbs.

If you'll excuse me.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

You're on the air!

-Hey, Abs.
-Gibbs,

how did we do with the moles?

Spooks, Abby. Spooks.

I can never get that straight.

Are you still in touch
with that old NASA boyfriend?

He wasn't a boyfriend.
He was a boy-toy.

And yes, we I.M. almost every day.

-You do?
-Oh, yeah.

-That's good, right?
-It's very good.

Why?

Greetings from NASA, NCIS.

Whoa. Ashton, that was so Star Trek.

Sorry I'm late.

I had a cluster of frozen reactor coolant
heading for the flight path

of an Atlas lift-off.
I had to delay the launch.

They were not happy about it.

I am, however,
very happy to see you, Abby,

and to help your NCIS
crime-fighting colleagues.

ABBY: You're the best, Ashton.

ASHTON: You are, Ab.

Thank you.

-We really should talk.
-We really should talk.

Special Agent Gibbs here.

(CLEARING THROAT) Of course.

Appreciate your help.

We're looking for sat activity
yesterday about

0930 Eastern Standard.

Roger that.

Geostationary?

Asynchronous.

-Multi-positional?
-Very.

Landsat 77?

Think CIA.

KH-12.

Improved crystal.

Thermal infrared.

It gets hot down here.

Target area?

Virginia coast.

(BEEPING)

We have entry.

You're so good, Ashton.

Any idea what department
it came from?

It's a pretty sophisticated
blocking system on the KH-12.

I'm afraid that task
is a bit more complicated.

Complicated, but not impossible.

They overlooked the same technology
on the Milstar satellite relays

and that particular satellite
is controlled from

building 35-C, office 409.

Bravo, Ashton!

We're lucky
Abby could get in the system

and pull his name off the office number.

There's not much on him.

CIA's not big on bios.

Jeremy Wirth, 23.

Current address,
35-B Maple, Georgetown.

Graduated MIT at 20.

I'm impressed.

Been with the agency six months.
Working as a satellite analyst.

That's all we got.

Why would they use someone so green
on such a covert assignment?

-Too bad we don't have a photo.
-Don't need one. He'll fit the profile.

A bit geeky, right?

Well, yeah, Kate, something like that.

(LAUGHING)

Have you ever seen Robert Redford
in Three Days of the Condor?

-Yes.
-That's a geek I could get covert with.

Kate, I would not get my hopes up.

(LAUGHS)

GIBBS: Check it out.

(LAUGHING)

Jeremy?

Do I know you?

My name's Kate. Kate Todd.

Can I talk to you?

About what?

-What's NCIS?
-Naval Criminal Investigative Service.

-I've got nothing to talk to you about.
-I'm Special Agent Gibbs.

Same agency
you haven't heard of before.

-Only I don't take it personally anymore.
-I've got to go inside.

We know where you work, Jeremy.

We suspect you're the one that
called Little Creek about the stabbing.

You need to tell us what you saw.

I can't say anything.

Did the Assistant Director Rober
have a little chat with you?

He put me on administrative leave.
I'm under investigation.

-Rober didn't know.
-No.

You were using the satellite
without their knowledge.

Why were you watching
Lieutenant Commander Egan?

Who?

The Naval Officer who was murdered.

You play ball with me,
I can square it with Rober.

You can do that?

With the exception
of finding a decent barber,

Gibbs can do pretty much anything
he says he can.

I was watching...

Not... I wasn't watching the guy
in the wetsuit.

I was watching something else

and happened to notice
activity at the edge of the screen.

What kind of something else
would this be?

A person.

Female person?

Yeah.

Kind of a babe female person?

Really hot.

I stumbled across her by accident.
She was polar tanning.

Nude winter sunbathing.

Must get cold.

She was, sir.

And you think that's an appropriate use
for a billion-dollar satellite, Jeremy?

I got a little off track with my priorities.

That happens
with hot babes sometimes.

So you didn't see
who attacked Commander Egan?

When I tried to go close,
the image pixilated.

All I saw was him go down.

Whoever it was ran off
before I could adjust the picture.

And that's it?

If I had access
to the agency's computer,

I could show you exactly what I saw.

All satellite transmissions are recorded
on a hard drive at Langley.

What the hell are you up to, Gibbs?

I want the recording
of the satellite transmission.

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

Well, let me put Mr Wirth on.
He can explain it to you.

No, no! No!

Your analyst was spying
on a U.S. Naval Base.

You have Wirth?

I'm not really sure what
congressional oversight committee

he's gonna be spilling his guts to.

I mean, there are so many
to choose from these days.

How do we handle this?

We'll be there in 15 minutes.

Well, Commander, based on the width

and the jagged lower edge
of the entry wound,

it appears you were stabbed
with your own knife.

The wound is consistent
with a serrated, titanium beta alloy knife

missing from your sheath.

And let's see what we've got here.

Seven inches.

Well, Gerald,
what have we learned from this?

Seven inches.

Yeah, it was a deep thrust.
Most of the blade.

-And?
-And from the left to right angle.

The assailant
was most likely left-handed.

So we've vastly limited
the potential number of suspects.

Only nine percent of the
world's population is left-handed.

Interestingly, that percentage

has remained the same
since prehistoric times.

Archaeologists have been able
to determine this

by examining cave paintings
more than 10,000 years old.

Don't you think we should notify Gibbs?

In due time.

Curiously enough, the Yanomami tribe
in the Amazon

are 23% left-handed.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Find anything?

Commander Egan's files
were password protected,

it took me a while to get in.

What, are you getting in shape?

Yeah, you want to feel
how hard my forearm is?

Look here. Look here.

No, thanks. Hey, Gibbs.

-You want to feel Tony's forearm?
-No, I'll pass.

Copy of the CIA satellite transmission.

I want to see
if you can enhance the image.

Find anything in Egan's computer?

He seemed hinky
about the sonar device's reliability.

His notes suggest
that tests may have been altered.

Think Egan was killed 'cause he was
gonna blow the whistle on the project?

Maybe.

(BEEPING)

TONY: I like this part.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Do you think they'll find it?

I don't know.

This is the only time
the assailant is on the screen.

Now watch what happens
when I try to go in.

The closer I get to the figure,
the more the image distorts.

That's it?

Sorry, Gibbs.

We can't make an I.D. out of that.

Maybe we can find the polar chick.

Tony's right.

The beach is on a naval base.
It's a restricted area.

-Odds are she works at Little Creek.
-Want me to track her down, boss?

KATE: Why am I not surprised?

You want me to handle it?
At least I won't drool.

No.

No, DiNozzo took a wave for the team.

Thanks, boss.

Look at the muscle tone, would you?
Definition on those abs.

The lady definitely works out a lot.

-Maybe at the base gym?
-That makes sense.

Don't hurt yourself.

There's going to be a lot of dangerous
equipment you're not familiar with.

That's cute, Kate.

-Print me a copy, Abs?
-Face only, Abby.

Kate, you stay with her.
Go over everything in Egan's file.

Find out everything you can
about this device.

DUCKY: Jethro!

Jethro, while I was examining
our victim,

I was telling Gerald
about the Yanomami tribe.

He found it fascinating.

-This would affect our case somehow?
-Of course.

They were 23% left-handed.

Lieutenant Commander Egan's Killer
was left-handed.

-Is there anything else?
-Well, he never made it into the ocean.

That good fortune allowed me to find

traces of someone else's DNA
on his body.

The DNA of a female.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

That mean what I think it means, Duck?

Look...

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Lieutenant Egan.

If this is a bad time...

I have to meet with the funeral director.

I have a few questions.
Or I could come back.

No. This is fine.

Did your husband have doubts
about the project he was working on?

I don't know.
He was pretty distant recently.

Anything else bothering him?

Not that I know of.

He hated paying bills.

Always gave him a stomachache.

Do you know much about the people
at Side-Scan?

Met them at a Christmas party
and couple of other times.

He kept it pretty separate.

Because of the confidential nature
of the project?

I guess.

He spent a lot of time at work,
didn't he?

Not in the beginning.

But that changed.

In the last few months.

He always said all he wanted
was a simple pine box.

But I can't do that.

I think

that he'll be good
with whatever you pick out, Lieutenant.

-Yeah?
-Hey.

Sorry, I thought you were someone else.

Just looking.

You weren't sunbathing nude
on the beach yesterday, were you?

-Nice try.
-I didn't think so.

Hey, there. How you doing?

Gym's for base personnel only.

Well, I wasn't really planning
on working out.

Obviously.

Maybe you can help me. Seen her?

-Not very clear.
-It's a really long lens.

It could be Gina.

Gina?

Petty Officer Second.
Comes in here every day about noon.

I'll wait.

(EXHALING)

LAUREN: You haven't found it.
GIBBS: Not yet.

You met me here
to get me away from Overmeyer.

I've got questions.

All right.

What was Commander Egan
supposed to be doing that morning?

Underwater test the device.

Meaning?

We seeded the ocean floor with targets.

-Dummy bombs.
-He was going out to locate them.

He had reservations
about the project, didn't he?

Not that I know of.

Is something wrong, Agent Gibbs?

I don't know.

Just sometimes you think you have a
bead on someone that turns out bogus.

It's upsetting.

The point is?

I didn't take you
for a party line type, Commander.

Commander Egan wasn't sure
the range was as good as promised.

GIBBS: What if Commander Egan's test
turned up negative?

The Navy wouldn't pick up
Side-Scan's contract.

And Overmeyer?

He'd lose a fortune.

I'm gonna press my luck here.

Okay.

What if the prototype isn't found?

Side-Scan will probably
be granted an extension,

which would buy time
to correct any problems.

But there aren't any serious flaws,
Agent Gibbs.

Would you submit
to a voluntary DNA swab?

I'd like to eliminate you
as Lieutenant Commander Egan's lover.

There wouldn't be much point.

Tom and I had been seeing each other
for months.

Anything else you want to press?

No.

I gotta get back.

(SHIP HORN BLOWING)

(GRUNTING)

Gina?

Yeah?

Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS.

-What do you want?
-I just want to ask you a few questions.

I'm busy.

Were you sunbathing yesterday
on the Base beach?

Wait, wait. You were watching me?

No.

Then how'd you know I was there?

I'm not at liberty to discuss
the actual surveillance activity.

Please leave me alone.

Let me get my I.D.

(LAUGHING)

I can appreciate how it must've looked.

Okay, Tony.

KATE: I still can't believe Lauren Tyler
admitted to having an affair with Egan.

Well, she's smart.

When I asked her for a DNA sample,
she knew I had her.

Always better to volunteer information
than cover it up.

What are your people doing?

Seizing your files.

It's part of our investigation
into Commander Egan's death.

You think he was killed
for the prototype?

I think he had concerns
about performance.

Well, you're wrong.

I try so hard not to be wrong,
don't I, Kate?

You're very conscientious
in that regard, Gibbs.

All right, we might have had
a glitch or two,

but nothing that wouldn't
have been corrected before production.

See, you I did figure
for the party line type.

What's that supposed to mean?

Why was there
only one prototype made?

I funded all the R&D personally.
I don't have pockets that deep.

This loss is just devastating.

But it also buys you time.

Are you insinuating I had something
to do with Tom Egan's death?

I try so hard not to insinuate,
don't I, Kate?

You rarely insinuate, Gibbs.

Yeah.

All I'm doing now is taking your records.

I'm calling my legal counsel.

I would bet that he will insinuate plenty.

Here.

Sign this.

What's that for?

It's a receipt for your files.

All of your files.

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

We know the killer is left-handed.

KATE: Jonathan Overmeyer
is left-handed.

What about Commander Tyler?

She wears her watch on her left hand
like most right-handed people do.

The service file will verify.

They could be in it together.

They could.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

GIBBS: Gibbs.
TONY: I found her, boss.

We're in the base gym.

DiNozzo found our polar bear.

GIBBS: You were
on the beach yesterday?

Yes, sir. I know it's against regs
to sunbathe naked,

but I never thought
I'd be caught in winter.

I don't know what came over me.

I just really hate tan lines.

Don't you?

Sometimes I lay awake at night
thinking about that.

Did you see anybody else there?

Well, that's why I left.

I heard a vehicle,
saw this guy getting out in a wetsuit.

-I covered up and left.
-Was he alone?

Now, I thought so at first.

But as I was walking back to my car,
I heard voices and glanced back.

-He was arguing with someone else.
-Can you describe him?

Her.

All I can tell you is that she was military.

KATE: We know
the killer was left-handed,

which eliminates Commander Tyler,

whose service file confirms
she's a righty.

We also know the killer is a woman.

Unless Overmeyer
went "Norman Bates" on the guy.

Actually, when you think about it,
the MOs match.

DiNozzo.

What did you do?

So basically we eliminated
our two best suspects.

Neither is a left-handed woman
in the military.

Appears so, yeah.

Damn! And they were good suspects.

-Yeah, maybe too good.
-What do you mean?

We got carried away
with the missing prototype.

Espionage and whistle-blowing
is a lot more intriguing than someone...

Who's just really pissed off.

Egan's wife?

Her husband was diving
on someone else's reef.

Dipping the fin in the company pool.

Pinging the wrong pong.

Egan's wife didn't get back
from the seminar until after the murder.

That's what she said.

KATE: She's a military officer.

Yeah, she is. And she plays golf.

GIBBS: Left-handed.

Wait, wait, wait.

You could see that the clubs were
left-handed with just a passing glance?

My second wife played golf left-handed.

So?

When someone tries
to split your skull open with a 7-iron,

it's not a club you soon forget.

There was an edge
in the Lieutenant's voice when she said

things had changed
in the last few months.

If she knew he was cheating on her...

Wait, just because
she golfs left-handed

doesn't mean
she actually is left-handed.

I golf left-handed
but I bat and I throw right-handed.

So you go both ways?

All I'm saying is that
we don't actually have anything on her.

We don't even know if she knew that
her husband was having an affair.

True.

So it's just a hunch.

Yeah.

There's no proof.

No.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Hello.

Lieutenant Egan.

-Please, come on in.
-Thank you.

We have a dilemma to share with you.

Dilemma. What's the problem?

We think that your husband was killed

because he was about to expose flaws
in the Side-Scan prototype

he was developing.

-I see.
-But we can't prove it.

There was only one prototype made

and that was taken
from the crime scene.

We've conducted a search,
but so far no luck.

We'll have to find it to have a chance
of building a case against the suspect.

You have a suspect?

A witness saw a woman
arguing with your husband on the beach

just before he was stabbed.

We think it was
the Commanding Officer, Lauren Tyler.

There's no easy way to ask this,

but did you know your husband
was having an affair with her?

He was having an affair?

It looks that way.

Can you confirm our suspicion

that your husband was having doubts
about this project?

I'm afraid not. He never mentioned it.

Okay.

Thank you for your time.

Sorry to have to drag you through this.

What do you think happened to him?
Why was he killed?

We think that he told Commander Tyler.

And that when they both confronted
Jonathan Overmeyer,

he offered them money
to keep them silent.

-And Tom refused.
-Yes.

He would never take money.

But Tyler went along.

We believe they killed him,
then had to hide the prototype fast.

We need to find it. If we don't,
we don't have much of a case.

It's the only conclusive proof
we have of defects.

You think she took the bait?

Pretty hard to pass up
getting away with murder

and framing your husband's lover.

Well, if she's guilty,
she's a pretty good actress.

-You weren't bad yourself, kid.
-Made me feel creepy.

Why?

You still don't believe
she knew about her husband's affair?

The wife's always
the last one to know, Gibbs.

Don't believe it.

I hope you're right.

Otherwise we were pretty cold
to a woman who just lost her husband.

Well, let's find out.

ABBY: Hello?

Abs?

-Call your boy.
-All right.

So how long do you get to use the bird?

Don't worry, Abs.
I'm borrowing it from G-Nex Corp,

and they owe me big time.

It's asynchronous, multi-positional

and has thermal infrared.
It's perfect for your purpose.

And they just let you have it?

Technically, it's down for maintenance.

(LAUGHING)

Are you going to the lecture next week
on apogee deterioration

of the Amstat 511?

Been there, done that.

(BEEPING)

We have movement.

ABBY: Gibbs, she's on the move.
I'll redirect the satellite to you.

Are you getting this?

-Yeah.
-Let's roll.

Hang on.

Let's get some separation.

She's leaving the base.
She's turning onto highway 264

going south.

Okay, Lieutenant.

Let's see where you're going.

I hope she's not
just popping out for a Big Mac.

Where are you guys?

GIBBS: Just hanging back.

A mile behind her.

You know, we really should have
our own satellite for surveillance.

Yeah, okay, Tony.
I'll take that up with the director.

Three hours of satellite time
equals your yearly salary.

She's turning.

We see it.

-Abby?
-I think Houston has a problem.

Ash, what's going on?

Lost the signal. Give me a second.

The low-gain antenna
has been intermittent.

That's why it's offline for maintenance.

We're losing her.

You're the man, Ash.

Ash is the man
if he gets our target back.

I'm looking for it.

-Take that right there.
-We gotta take it. She did.

Then what, Abby?

All right, I think that's it.

You think?

It better be.

(PANTING)

GIBBS: Do you need a hand?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

You're late.

Sorry, I was at the dry cleaners.

So?

For Ducky.

So?

It was work-related.

Your phone has been ringing
off the hook. It's driving him crazy.

Well, she is driving me crazy.

She?

Apparently Miss "lI Don't Like Tan Lines"
has found something she does like.

Me.

And why is that a problem?

Well, let's just say that she's a lot more
appealing from a distance.

A geosynchronist distance.

She didn't look so bad to me.

It's not that.

She's just not my type.

(CHUCKLING)

Really? Female hard body who likes
to take her clothes off is not your type?

I guess not.

Why don't you just tell her that, then?

-l am.
-By not answering her calls?

She'll get the message.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

KATE: Apparently not.

Well, she'd better get
the message soon,

or you're going to be
getting one on a pink slip.

You can't fire me
for something I have no control over!

Talk to her.

She'll get the message!

(SIGHING)

You know, I bet this is why number two
came after you with a nine iron,

wasn't it?

You just refused
to sit down and talk things through.

Actually, that wasn't it at all.

No? So what was it then?

Seven iron.