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[PHONE BEEPING]

[PANTING, LINE RINGING]

AGENT [ON PHONE]:
NCIS.

[WHISPERS] I need help.
- You'll have to speak up, ma'am.

I've been abducted.

[SCREAMS FOLLOWED BY A THUD]

- Are you there, ma'am?
- Where is it?

No.

MAN: NCIS.
- My name is Wilkerson.

[SCREECHING]

I've been abducted.

WILKERSON:
Please. Please, help me.

- Ma'am.
- No. Help me, please!

Hi.

You know what I like about coming
to work on a Sunday?

- The relaxed dress code?
- Actually, no.

It offers us the unique chance
to get a glimpse

into the private lives
of our co-workers.

Except I have no interest
in your life.

Now, me, I was playing football.

It's American football.
You, I'm guessing, yoga?

Why do you insist on calling it football
when you don't use your feet?

No. Hadn't though of that.

Well, we kick it sometimes.
Listen to this.

So anyway, right, it's first and goal.

I'm about to snap the ball,

and my butt starts to vibrate.

I've seen this on TV.
There was a guy behind you.

No, it wasn't the quarterback.
It was my phone.

So you keep it
in your pants at all times?

Enough about me.

- Let me guess. Pilates?
- Very good, Tony.

I am an investigator.
It's kind of what I do.

Mm-hm.

[ZIVA GROANS]

I thought you said
you were doing Pilates.

Isn't Pilates one of your martial arts?

No, it's kind of like
expensive stretching.

Hm. Well, then, I guess
I wasn't doing a Pilate.

Ah. Mind giving me a hand with this?

Yes, I do. Whose blood is that?

Not mine.

- Where's McGee?
- In trouble.

I left messages on his home phone,
cell and BlackBerry. No answer.

Rule number three.

Never be unreachable.
When Gibbs finds out about this--

- Find out what, DiNozzo?
- We got a possible abduction, boss.

Call came in at 0903,
Fairfax area code.

Caller said her name was Wilkerson,
then the line went dead.

Ran a reverse look-up
on the number.

It came back belonging
to a Navy lieutenant commander.

Commander Wilkerson, stationed at
Department of Navy, Washington, D.C.

No one answers
from her home phone or cell.

She's currently on liberty,

scheduled to be back at work
tomorrow morning at 07.

That's a nice suit. You didn't get
married again, did you? Heh.

If you have more, DiNozzo,
now would be a good time.

Yeah.
Her cell wasn't GPS-enabled,

but the service provider
narrowed the call location,

you know, to the-- To the--

- Radius.
- Radius.

The two-and-a-half-mile radius,
yeah.

They said they'd contact us
if it's used again.

We might be able to triangulate,
get a fix.

- Where's McGee?
- I don't know.

Sunday's a spiritual day
in your country, Gibbs. Perhaps--

Did you get Lieutenant Commander
Wilkerson's home address?

I did.

Then why are you still here?

Are you waiting for an invitation,
Officer David?

- So you really are getting married?
- He means you're with me.

[FINGERS SNAPPING]

- Oh, I knew that.
- Tick, tock, tick, tock.

- Morning, men.
- Hi.

Huh.

Reporting for duty as ordered, sir.

- Wrong hand, Abs.
- Sorry, sir.

Call came in from a woman
claiming she was abducted, Abby.

I need an acoustical analysis
of the tape.

- Permission to speak freely, sir.
- You always speak freely, Abs.

I know. I just always wanted
to say that. So where's my tape?

- On the way to your lab.
- Then so am I.

If I finish quickly, maybe I can
get back to Habitat for Humanity.

I'm doing a bunch of wiring
for them this weekend.

- We'll see, Abby.
- Thank you, sir.

- Don't call me "sir."
- Thank you, ma'am.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

ZIVA: It's clear she isn't home.
What's our plan?

We use good old-fashioned
American ingenuity.

Good plan,
except I'm not American, Tony.

Well, lucky for you, I am.

- We start looking for the key.
- Why would there be a key?

Because they always hide one.

It's stupid, I know,
but it's what they do.

ZIVA:
Certain there's no alarm?

Positive. No sign, no alarm.
But there's always a key.

You may wanna write that down.

[LOCK TURNS]

After you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

- Clear.
- Clear.

Very OCD.

- OCD?
- Anal-retentive.

- Are you're saying she's a neat freak?
- Yeah.

Nice job with the lock, by the way.

Thank you. It was a very simple
pin-and-tumbler design.

So are handcuffs, but I bet you
couldn't get out of a pair of those.

Are you saying
you'd like to handcuff me, Tony?

It's not really my thing, Ziva.

I see.

You're the one who likes
to be handcuffed, then, huh?

[GLOVE SNAPS]

Spread out.

- What are we looking for exactly?
- Anything that's out of place.

You're gonna have to be
a little bit more specific.

We're looking for a reason

why someone would kidnap
our Naval officer.

Preferably before Gibbs
asks us for it.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

[ON MONITOR]
You're certain the phone call

was from Lieutenant Commander
Wilkerson, Agent Gibbs?

Not yet, captain.

I was hoping you could
help me out with that.

[COMPUTER KEYS CLACKING]

WILKERSON: I need help.
MAN: You'll have to speak up, ma'am.

I've been abducted. Ah!

That's her. That's her voice.

Why would someone abduct her?

- She's a Force Protection Officer.
- Protecting what?

Right now, my worst nightmare.

We're now at Force Protection
condition delta, gentlemen.

- Notify the admiral.
MAN: Yes, sir.

I'm heading your way,
Agent Gibbs.

I need to come in
to brief you personally.

That's great, captain.
You mind telling me why?

Last night a shipment of nuclear
fuel rods left a reactor plant in Ohio.

- Bound for?
- That's classified.

Only a handful of people know
the exact route that train is taking.

And Lieutenant Commander
Wilkerson was one of them.

Mm-hm.

[COMPUTER KEYS CLACKING]

- Houdini?
- Hm.

How are you
at picking computer locks?

Not very good. Why, did you find
something interesting, Tony?

Tony, did you find
something interesting?

- Tony.
MAN: Hands over your heads.

Now. You too, lady.

Make any sudden moves, I shoot.

Do we understand each other?

Okay, heh, relax, quick-draw.
We're feds.

Yeah? What agency?

- N--
- NCIS.

Never heard of it.

- Naval Criminal Investigative Service.
- Never heard of it.

You never actually get used to it.
You think you will, but you never do.

- Okay, I have a badge.
- Uh-uh. Sit down.

- Cuff yourself to him.
- Ha.

- I'd rather you shoot me first.
- Cuff yourself, dirtbag.

Ow!

Now, you cuff yourself to the chair.

[CHUCKLES]

[HANDCUFFS CLICKING]

You're making a big mistake.

Yeah, like you did
setting off the alarm?

- Ha.
- There's supposed to be

a sign outside.
There's supposed to be a sign outside.

Kids probably stole it. Don't move!

Central, got two suspects
claiming to be feds.

[RADIO CLICKS]

No little red light on the radio
means the radio not working.

[RADIO BEEPING]

- Hey.
TONY: Will you please calm down?

This guy is a little jumpy
and nervous, so just relax.

No sudden moves, all right?

Mm-hm.

[GRUNTS]

[SOBS]
No, no! Don't shoot!

- Don't shoot.
- Nobody's gonna shoot anyone.

- Right, Officer David?
- He called me a dirtbag.

- I'm sorry, ma'am.
- Ma'am?

My name is Wilkerson.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

- You hear that?
- Hear what?

Gibbs, I thought your hearing
was better than your eyesight.

How wrong was I?

Okay, I'll just back up, slow it down,

fiddle with the hertz a bit
and we will interpret this as we go.

It'd be a good idea.

- Okay, just after she says her name--
- Wilkerson--

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Name that tune, Gibbs.

- That's a tyre skid.
- Yes.

So the car braked.

- Next up, is the funk.
WILKERSON: Abducted.

Manual trunk release.
Now, the second that happens,

the ambient noise changes.
Mostly the engine sound.

[HOLLOW SOUND]

She's in a car trunk.

Yes again.
Now for the big finish.

Exactly 3.4 seconds later,
the trunk is slammed shut.

But the engine sound stays the same
until the phone shut off.

They took the phone,
left her in the trunk.

I'm afraid so, Gibbs.

- How much time does she have?
- There's a lot of factors.

Depends on the age of the car,
how airtight's the trunk,

- how much CO2 she releases--
- Abby.

Twelve hours she might be safe,
then she'd slip into a coma.

After 17,
she'd definitely run out of oxygen.

[METAL BANGING]

[PANTING]

MARTINO: We stopped the
nuclear-supply train in Pennsylvania,

in a rural area.
It's heavily armoured and defended

by FAST Company Marines.

The fuel rods are
in a containment capsule

capable of withstanding
small-arms fire.

However, if someone did manage
to detonate those fuel rods,

they would irradiate
a 10-mile radius.

How many other people
know about the train's route?

The personnel onboard escorting,

two Cobras flying air escort
and my staff.

And Lieutenant Commander
Wilkerson's involvement?

She helped plan both the primary
and alternate routes.

What the hell was she doing
on liberty, captain?

She was never involved
in the operational phase.

And she specifically
requested today off.

- Why?
- I didn't ask.

Are you suggesting
that she's somehow involved in this?

She's one of my finest officers.

What's next on your checklist?
Do you want me to guess?

We head back to the processing plant
and reschedule our delivery.

Think they'll hit us
on the way back?

I think we ought to find your missing
officer before we move that train again.

ABBY: I thought you said
she was organized.

Her house looked like
Martha Stewart's jail cell, only neater.

Her hard drive is a mess.

There's subfolders with subfolders,

thousands of files,
all password-protected.

She didn't know
the concept of "delete."

Boss, I'm sorry I'm late.

Look who's joined us.
The ghost of David Niven.

I couldn't hear my cell because
of the commotion where I was.

- Where was you?
- It won't happen again.

- You're right, it won't. Help Abby.
- Help Abby with what?

Okay, I'll have Abby fill me in.
What do we know?

[CHUCKLING]

Don't even try to act all normal
dressed like this. Come on.

What is wrong
with what I'm wearing?

[LAUGHS]

You got elbow pads. Look at this.

You're like, "Mr. Peabody,
where's the Wayback Machine?"

Is there a costume party? It's like
you're like an English professor.

- What are you doing?
- You finished?

No, I haven't even started yet,
Banacek.

What do you got here?

[GASPS]

[CHEWS NOISILY]

Oh, you smoke a pipe, McGee?

- I do not--
- This is his writing pipe.

Our McGee fancies himself
a novelist.

- I am a novelist.
- Don't listen to him, McGee.

I think your attire is quite sexy.

Thank you, Ziva.

Can we continue with this or are
you guys gonna make out for a while?

- Can I?
- By all means.

The computer belongs
to an abducted Navy officer.

All her files are encrypted.

She hasn't defragged her drive
since she got it,

- so it'll take time--
- Found something.

- What?
- Electronic date book.

Where?

It's an icon, centre of the desktop.
I use the same program.

Don't worry, Abby. Sometimes it's hard
to see the jungle through the ferns.

- Right.
- What do we have?

Looks like her last appointment
was today at 8:30 a.m.

A half an hour before she called us.

- It say where?
- Braddock Mall.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

WOMAN'S RECORDED VOICE:
Please take the ticket.

Just out of curiosity,
who taught you to drive?

I did.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

On the chance that I can
see something at warp speed,

what kind of car are we looking for?

Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson
drives a 2002 silver Jetta.

- Figures.
- What figures?

- Chick car.
- Meaning?

There are guy cars
and there are chick cars.

It's a known and irrefutable fact.

Was it a government study?

It's just a thing you know.
You don't know how, you just do.

[HORN HONKS]

Sebring, Liberty, Jetta and Bug,
the whole VW line, all chick.

TONY: Mustang, Camaro, Escalade,
PT Cruiser, all guy.

Hummer is very guy,
with adequacy issues.

And then there's some
that go both ways.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

It's an Accord, not a Jetta.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

But case in point.

Mini Cooper and Acura
fall in the same category.

You've given this a lot of thought.
It's very sad.

Well, then there's the Miata.
It's a special case.

Leans to chick but can go guy.
Usually means he's in denial, though.

Stop!

[TIRES SCREECH]

Gladly, if it means I don't have to listen
to your automobile gender issues.

Plate matches.

[SETS HAND BRAKE]

WILKERSON [OVER SPEAKER]:
Abducted.

[THUD]

The car definitely hit something
in the road.

Play it back again.

I mean,
can you please play it back again?

Better, Timmy.

You're mad at me.

I have better things to do than deal
with your pipe-smoking fetish, McGee.

I told you that I don't smoke it.
It is purely an inspirational thing.

Whatever. If you wanna get cancer,
it's not my concern.

Abby, I don't smoke.

The important thing here is to dissect
this tape and try to get something

that will help find Lieutenant
Commander Wilkerson.

Of course.

You're not the only one who came
to work dressed differently today.

I saw Tony and Ziva.

I was talking about me.
Here's a hint.

I'm not one of the Village People.

Oh, no, the Habitat for Humanity
was this weekend?

Abby. Abby, I'm so sorry, okay?
I'm sorry. I completely forgot.

You must hate me.

I could never hate you, McGee.

Don't let it happen again.

[COMPUTER KEYS CLACKING]

There's no commander in here.

- Need any help with that, Tony?
- No, I've got it.

It's just been a while since
I broke into cars on a regular basis.

- You broke into cars?
- I was a cop in Baltimore.

You stole cars for the police?

[TONY CHUCKLES]

No. You wouldn't believe how many
kids lock themselves in by accident.

Or suicides that lock themselves
in on purpose.

Drug addicts who think they're
on a trip, only the car's not moving.

- Old people. I love them--
- Fond memories. Can I try that now?

No. I almost got it.

Just gotta stick it in,
twist it around a little bit.

[CLICKS]

There it is.
Now I give it a nice firm yank--

[METAL CLANGING]

Happens with the German cars
sometimes. Be right back.

- No one likes a show-off.
- Got something.

Ooh.

Open up.

[HORN HONKS]

Roll the tape.

- I tell you how much I like movies?
- Only several times a day.

WILKERSON [ON TAPE]:
It's Sunday the 14th, 0833.

Location, the parking garage
at Braddock Mall.

The agreed-upon meeting place
with my target.

He's promised money
and a place to stay

in exchange
for my willing cooperation.

Why don't I think what she said
is a good thing?

Because you're a better agent
than you are a driver.

Boss, it looks like she used
an IDEA algorithm

to generate a short key
for some of the files.

Got the software working now.

As for the rest, I am condensing
like extensions into their own subsets.

- In English, McGee.
- I am working on

opening the locked files
and establishing protocol.

Gibbs, what he's trying to say
is that there's a crap load of stuff.

ABBY: The sheer volume
of material is daunting.

Even for a guy in a turtleneck.

- But I'm working it as fast as I can.
- Work faster, McGee.

If she's still in the car trunk,
we have 8 hours to find her

- till she runs out of air.
- That's not strictly accurate, Jethro.

I was on the 9th with a shot at a
$10 Nassau when Abby called.

She wanted to make certain
her survival figures were accurate.

How far off were they, Duck?

Well, they were spot on,
but something she said bothered me.

She arrived at her figures based on
a young woman in good health.

Well, given the dire circumstances,

I thought it best to verify that
that was, in fact, the case.

Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson

was treated for acute bronchitis
by an intern at the base two days ago.

With her lungs
in that condition, well,

they would not be operating
as efficiently as normal.

- How long?
- Her survival time would be shortened

by several hours.

[WEAKENED PANTING]

[BANGING]

- You've been so helpful. I don't know--
- DiNozzo.

I hope that was background
on Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson.

I talked to everyone
in her command.

They think she's clean.
Not much social life.

Spends half her time at work,
half at home on her computer.

She's basically a McGee.

He's not responsible for the movement
of nuclear fuel rods across country.

And McGee didn't make
a personal video

about money and transport
to a safe house.

What's with that video? It doesn't make
any more sense than that phone call.

They both accomplished one thing.
The train is no longer mobile.

Navy can't risk moving it until
they find out what happened to her.

- Navy.
[SOFTLY] Yeah.

As in us!

[CLEARS THROAT]

- Boss, I think I have something here.
- Show me, McGee.

I'm not 100 percent sure
it's anything,

but I found something
that could possibly help.

- Show me.
- Wilkerson's e-mail log

shows that she sent 14 messages
from the same location last night.

It wasn't her home lSP.

- I can't read that.
- It's encrypted.

- Then un-crypt it.
- Abby and I are working on it.

Why am I sitting here
looking at you?

I thought that it might
be helpful to know

that Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson
sent all these emails

from a store called PBJ.
at the Braddock Mall in Fairfax.

Wilkerson could suffocate
at any time,

and you couldn't tell me this
with a phone call, McGee?

Well, I could. I should've.

- Hi.
WOMAN: Hello.

Can I help you?

NCIS, I'm Agent DiNozzo,
this is Officer David.

- It stands for Naval Criminal--
MAN: Investigative Service.

We've worked with NCIS before.

I'm Ross Logan.
I run this chapter of PBJ.

Peanut butter and jelly, yes?

Actually, no. It stands
for Perverts Brought to Justice.

We're a non-profit
that helps law enforcement

track down online paedophiles.

That was my second guess.

That's Amanda Wilkerson.

Is she in trouble?

- She's been--
- Why ask if she's in trouble?

- I guess past experience.
- Meaning...?

Meaning we have a strict policy
to only monitor suspected abusers.

We never confront.
That's obviously your job.

I'm gonna take a wild stab and say
Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson

- didn't always follow policy.
- Initially, no.

She had a few confrontations
with some of our targets.

One ended up suing us
for harassment.

- How long did she volunteer here?
- She started about two years ago.

Ever since her 14-year-old niece
was raped by an online predator.

- What's she done now?
- Gone missing.

Her e-mail records say
she was here last night.

She was. The 8-to-midnight shift.

Last couple weeks,
she's been working a pervert

with the screen name
"Fleet Captain."

He thinks Amanda's 14.

But there's a transcript
of last night's conversation.

It's very...explicit.

- More like sickening.
- They're called perverts for a reason.

- You got an address for this freak?
- Unfortunately, no.

His connections route through a dozen
different ISPs and they change nightly.

Gonna need your server
and files, then.

Our best hackers
haven't been able to track him.

- You haven't met our hacker.
- He's good?

Does a bear sit in the woods?

Are you the crackerjack team
on this job?

She's Israeli.

Look, I know I got
the bear thing right.

[CHUCKLES]

What can I do to help, McGee?

You can stop touching things
when you're not grounded.

Right, sorry.

Hack away.
You won't even notice me here.

Okay, but you're standing
on my foot.

Thought it was a cable.
My apologies once again.

Sure there isn't something
you wanna help Abby with?

No. I wish to improve
my computer skills.

So come on, hacky-sacky.

Right.

I isolated the sound
of the commander's phone call.

What do you think?

[WILKERSON SCREAMS
FOLLOWED BY A THUNK]

The "thunk" sort of sounds like metal.

You don't think I haven't
already "thunk" that, Tony?

Why'd you ask me to listen?

I went to a Plastic Death concert
last night.

I couldn't even hear my alarm.
I wanna be sure.

Oh, play it again.

[WILKERSON SCREAMS
FOLLOWED BY A THUNK]

- A train track?
- Yes.

Railroad tracks would be
the obvious choice,

but there isn't a second "thunk"
or a "thack,"

not even a "thock" on that track.

Have you been reading a lot
of Dr. Seuss books?

You know I love me
some Theodor Geisel.

Hm.

MAN: You'll have to speak up, ma'am.
WILKERSON: I've been abducted.

[WILKERSON SCREAMS
FOLLOWED BY A THUNK]

I think I heard something
after the "thunk,"

but the scream kind of covers it.
Can you erase that part?

No, but I can mess
with the frequencies.

The sound you heard, was it higher
or lower than her scream?

- Lower.
- I've been abducted.

[THUNKING TWICE]

It was a railroad track.

Her scream was covering the "thunk."
I need to wear earplugs at concerts.

Okay, the commander was
at the Braddock Mall at 8:30 a.m.

Crossed railroad tracks
20 minutes later.

There. Those are the only railroad
tracks within 15 miles of the mall.

Ox Road. That's good work, Abby.

Assuming Abby is correct,

the vehicle harbouring
Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson

left the mall via Ox Road.

The car travelled southbound,
passing three gas stations,

a Wal-Mart
and this Lexus dealership.

2.6 miles later
they passed by this bank,

just before crossing
the Dungy Street railroad tracks.

How many times you pass Go?

[CHUCKLES]

Collect your $200?

You know, Monopoly, the board game?
It's American.

Ox Road eventually comes to an end
at the luxury living community

of Terra Trace Estates.

The Fairfax police are now focusing
their search on this central area.

They estimate between 8 to 9 hours
for a thorough search.

Lieutenant Commander Wilkerson
doesn't have that long.

Which is why I tracked down
the only available surveillance video

on or near Ox Road.

Hit the little right button.

This is the internal security camera

of a Northern Virginia
Savings and Trust ATM.

Now, it sits about 300 yards north
of the train tracks at Ox Road, right?

Now, we know the car passed
over the tracks at 0904.

Speed limit is 35 miles per hour.

We gotta assume our abductor didn't
wanna attract attention by speeding.

Our car should be passing
this camera around--

Hold on a second.
Carry the seven. Divide by six--

Right, here.

- I'm switching banks.
- You really think she's hot?

She's a perfect 10 with a great-- Ooh.

I saw that.
Why'd you give her the soft touch?

- Thank you, boss.
- Is that the best shot you can get?

There's a few frames
just after she blocks our view

with her incredible figure.

That's a 1989 Mercedes
560 SEL, boss.

I can't see the plate.

Well, use your little clicker
and zoom in.

That first number's either
an eight or a six.

- It's an eight.
- Ahem.

With all due respect, sir, your eyesight
isn't exactly your strong--

863 Romeo Charlie Tango.

Nine cars reported stolen
from Northern Virginia this morning.

One is a Benz 560 SEL.

- William Lafferty, Fairfax, Virginia.
GIBBS: Move it.

[WEAKENED PANTING]

[BANGING]

[BANGING CONTINUES]

GIBBS: How long has your car
been missing?

Well, I just reported it missing
this morning.

I went out to get the paper

- and it was gone.
- When did you last see it?

Last night around 9.

- I came back from renting a movie.
- What movie?

- Does it matter?
- Oh, yeah.

- The title's kind of embarrassing.
- Back of the store? Triple X?

- No.
- Weekend at Bernie's Part Two.

That's even worse.

- Anyone else have keys to your car?
- No, I live alone.

Someone stole my car

- and used it in a crime, right?
- What makes you think that?

Three feds looking for a stolen
'89 Mercedes. I'm not an idiot.

- You've been home all morning?
- Yeah.

- What happened?
- Can anyone verify that?

Whoa. I didn't have anything
to do with whatever shooting

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Or robbery my car was in.
- Yeah, Gibbs.

McGEE:
Boss, I picked up a trace on...

Lionfish, trigger and clown.
I breed them.

I hate clowns.

GIBBS: Good work.
We're on our way.

Someone's using
Wilkerson's cell phone.

McGee's getting a fix.

- What about my car?
- We'll call you.

McGEE [OVER PHONE]:
Keep going. Keep going.

Okay, it's directly north
of you right now.

You should be right by him, boss.
Phone's still in use.

Yeah, I got it, McGee.

Signal's coming from
100 yards of here. It's still active.

[BO YS TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

- Freeze! NCIS!
- Don't shoot.

- It's not our beer.
GIRL: Hello? Danny?

Yeah, we found it.

- Danny?
- Who's on the phone?

- My girlfriend?
- Hi.

Oh, my God,
don't touch me there.

He's gonna have to call you back.
Bye.

You're busted.

[BO YS TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

Definitely Lieutenant Commander
Wilkerson's cell phone, boss.

Five calls made in the last hour.

Two to an adult chat line.
Three to a teenage girl in Manassas.

Coordinate with the locals.
I want the park searched.

Sheriff's department is en route.

They say they bought their phones
from another boy.

- This boy have a name?
- I'm sure he does.

- They, however, claim not to know it.
- They also claim this isn't their beer.

You don't think I know they're lying?

Thank you, because I do.

- They're only children.
- Actually, they're teenagers.

Whatever. The little one
was about to cry.

You have to draw the line
somewhere.

I mean, these boys are not
potential suicide bombers.

And I don't interrogate children.

No, you don't, Ziva.

You talk to them.

Why would Commander Wilkerson
pretend to be a 14-year-old girl?

She was luring an online predator into
a meet at Braddock Mall this morning.

Her disappearance has nothing to do
with the fuel-rod shipment?

- Maybe.
- The e-mails could be

the way she communicates
with her cell.

In a paedophilia chat room
on the Internet?

Give me a break.

Your response, captain,
is the exact reason

why intelligence operatives
use such methods.

You still think there's a threat?

That train doesn't move
until we find the commander.

We didn't know
the phone was stolen.

We bought it from a guy
we know at school.

- I want the name, Beavis.
- We don't, like, "know" know him.

Yeah, meaning
we don't exactly know his name.

Well, I, like, think you're, like, totally,
like, lying, like.

- You wanna know why?
- Because you're old?

[PHONE RINGS]

Funny guy. You're playing
a dangerous game, small fry.

Ops. Yeah, it's DiNozzo.

Hey, Mattie. I need to requisition
two sets of genital cuffs,

and I gotta requisition
the mark-5 Taser again.

No, you don't have to clean them.
I'll wear rubber gloves. Thanks.

I'm thirsty.
Can I get you something to drink?

You really should,

because interrogation
makes you a little dehydrated.

Okay. Oh, before I forget.

Any history of testicular cancer
or high blood pressure in the family?

Okay, you know what? You guys
think about that for a second.

I'm gonna do a little refill,

and we'll talk about
the boring stuff later, funny guys.

- Genital cuffs?
- Steve Martin, Michael Caine,

Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.

- Great.
- Whatever. It's working.

TIM:
We have to tell them.

He's bluffing. There's no such thing
as genital cuffs.

- What if there is?
- If Geck finds out we ratted on him?

These guys aren't even cops. They're
some secret government agency.

You see the way she was
playing with her knife?

Yeah, I know. It was kind of hot,
like Salma Hayek in Desperado.

Never seen that.

All right.

- That's for the number.
- What number?

Geck's, Beavis.

Write. Write. Write, write, write.

And that is how you interrogate kids.

McGEE: This guy's not
your average pervert, Abs.

He's got some serious
programming skills.

- Well, so do we.
- That might not be enough this time.

Don't say that, McGee.

Commander Wilkerson's
almost out of time.

Damn it. I keep losing
his connection in Madrid.

Okay, that's it.
You need a break.

- We don't have time for breaks, Abby.
- We don't, but you do.

How many times have I told you
he's not a toy?

Hi, Gibbs.
He's getting a little stressed out.

So am I. Tell me you two
have found "Captain Pervert."

It's "Fleet Captain Pervert."

And we keep losing
his computer's connection in Spain.

- Un-lose it.
- It doesn't work that way.

It's true. The servers are down, we
can't pick up his trace without them.

Pick it up somewhere else.
Look, we already know

this guy is somewhere
in Virginia,

otherwise he couldn't have
shown up at Braddock Mall.

We also know
he stole a car this morning

from a home in Fairfax County.

- Why didn't you think of that?
- Me? What about you?

- Can you find him or not?
- If he's in Fairfax--

Then we can match
his computer's profile

- against ISP node service in the area.
- Maybe an hour, Gibbs.

- Good, You have--
- Twenty minutes, I know.

- We know.
- I was gonna say 10.

[GAGS]

[SPITS]

Look, we need to know
where your son is, Mr. Geckler.

Well, where does
he usually hang out on Sundays?

MAN:
Braddock Mall and in an arcade.

Okay. Well, if he gets home,

tell him he can't leave,
and you call me. Thank you.

He appears to be a busy
young man.

He's also our only link
to the commander.

Not anymore. Give the kid's stuff
to McGee. We found the pervert.

Where?

The computer he was using traces
back to 23346 Maple Street.

- Mr. Clown-Fish?
- William Lafferty?

Come on, let's roll.

Just give me 10 seconds and I'll--

[CLICKS]

- Oh.
- DiNozzo, we're in position.

WOMAN [OVER TV]:
And all Ron does is spray.

Ron, what if this gets on some
area of our skin that we don't want it?

- DiNozzo coming in.
- Clear.

Back of the house is clear, boss.
Looks like this guy left in a hurry.

- You think, DiNozzo?
- And he won't be coming back.

[SNIFFS]

- Bleach.
- He poisoned his fish?

Because he couldn't take them
with him.

These fish
were his prized possessions.

If he can't have them, no one can.

Fits the profile
of a malignant narcissist.

- Spread out.
- What are we looking for, Gibbs?

Anything that will tell us
where this freak went.

Jason Geckler.

My name's Special Agent McGee,
NCIS.

Like I told your other agents,
I'm not saying anything

until my dad gets here.

He's on his way.
He also said that he expects you

- to give us your full cooperation.
- Yeah?

And how do I know
that you really talked to him?

He wanted me to remind you

that Winthrop Military Academy
is still accepting applications.

He would never send me there.

It kind of costs money, dude.

Look familiar?

It was being used
by two of your classmates,

a Timothy Griffin
and Daniel Austin.

They said they got it from you.

Did they, now?

Well, I'll just have to be sure to thank
them for that when I get home.

Look, a woman's life
is at stake here, okay?

I need to know
where you got the phone.

Tim and Dan, they must be
pretty scared of you, huh?

What makes you say that?

Come on.
They're obviously geeks.

We used to shove them into lockers,

pull their gym shorts off in class,

drop their books down the toilet.

It's even better
if they start crying, right?

Or wet their pants.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Yeah, well, that too.

You know what the best part is?

When you get older, you're not
gonna remember their names,

but you know what? They're always
gonna remember yours.

That's pretty cool, huh?

You know, I really haven't thought
about it too much.

Well, I have.

You know why?
Because I was one of those kids.

And I've been looking forward
to this day my entire life, dirtbag.

But I didn't do anything.

I got you for aiding
and abetting a kidnapping,

interfering in a Federal investigation
and selling stolen property.

You know what that means?

That means they can try you
as an adult, Geck.

And when you're in prison,

every night when you're
crying yourself to sleep,

I want you to think of me, tough guy.

We're done here.

- See you in court.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Look, I found it, all right?

I can show you where.

BOLO's out on Lafferty, boss.

His passport expired.
He can't leave the country.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Yeah, Gibbs.
- Boss, I just spoke with Geckler.

He said he found the phone
at around noon today.

- Where, McGee?
- The Braddock Mall parking garage.

Lafferty must have driven
her back there.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

- Where we going now, boss?
- The mall.

And they have a problem
with my driving?

- Huh?
- Drop your weapon.

- NCIS. Get down on your knees!
- Okay, okay. All right.

- Put your hands on your head!
- Okay.

[MAN GRUNTING]

- You let me know if I'm hurting you.
- It hurts. It hurts.

Good.

Squeegee gun?

[PANTING]

I was only trying
to teach her a lesson.

Ross Logan, boss.

The man who runs
Perverts Brought to Justice.

I knew she was gonna confront
Fleet Captain, so I followed her.

You kidnapped her and locked her
in the trunk of a car.

To scare her. That's all.
I came back. I was letting her out. Ow!

Look, we have rules for a reason.
Breaking them could get her killed.

She's on her way
to Bethesda in a coma, Logan.

Hey! Oh! Oh!

[OVER MONITOR] Look, I never
meant for Amanda to get hurt.

I'll be sure to tell her that
if she lives.

Why do you think I parked the car
at the mall?

- I wanted someone to find her.
- Where's Lafferty?

- Who?
- Fleet Captain.

- How would I know?
- You were working with him.

Are you insane?

I've dedicated my life to putting
perverts like that behind bars.

You were driving his car.

Because when I confronted him
at the garage, the guy just took off.

- Without his car?
- They're cowards.

It's pretty common.

Oh, really? Is it also common
to kidnap your co-worker?

I had to make a choice.

We provide you with the transcripts
of them soliciting sex from minors.

We give you their names,
their addresses,

and you know what happens
most of the time? You let them walk.

- Is that true, McGee?
- Well, the system isn't perfect.

The punishment doesn't
fit the crime.

Personally, I prefer simpler ways
of handling things.

I don't suppose
any of those ways are legal.

GIBBS:
So you decided to frame him?

Amanda spends a few hours
in a trunk,

Fleet Captain spends
at least 10 years in prison.

That sounds like a fair trade to me.

Look, monsters
like Lafferty destroy lives.

That guy deserves to be in prison.

Be patient. You may see him there
before you get out.

[LAUGHS]

This is classic.

I go to jail while he's free
to find a real 14-year-old.

You think that's justice,
Agent Gibbs?

[McGEE TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

- Where's the boss-man?
- Think he went home.

He never leaves before I do.

- It's been a long Sunday, Abby.
- Alrighty.

Just got off the phone
with Bethesda.

Commander Wilkerson
is a little dehydrated,

but otherwise doing just fine.

So you could say today
would qualify as a success.

Except we let a pervert get away.

Whoa. Gibbs went home
with a child molester on the loose?

- There's no way.
- Huh. You're right.

Then where is he?

The paedophile's at the front of the line
putting his bag on the belt now.

- Get him.
AGENT 1 : Roger that, Agent Gibbs.

AGENT 1 : Grab him.
AGENT 2: I got him.

LAFFERTY:
Let go of me!

AGENT 1 : Come on.
AGENT 2: Stay back.

AGENT 1 :
We have everything under control.

All right, let's go.