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[HORN HONKING]

[ENGINE REVING]

[GUNSHOTS THEN
MAN SCREAMING]

[TYRES SCREECHING]

[HORN HONKING]

[GRUNTS]

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

Federal agent. Halt.

Hands up in the air. Now.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Eschel?

[ON SCREEN]
Missed me.

Is he here yet? Is he here yet?

Abby, do you think I'd be playing
this game if he was?

[ABBY GRUNTS]

McGEE: I will call you as soon
as he gets here. I promise.

What if his flight was delayed?

Or worse? What if he missed
his connecting flight?

- Well, then he will be here tomorrow.
- Not good enough.

A team needs a leader. He's our glue.

He's our spine.

Without him we're, like,
phylum Cnidaria.

- Jellytish.
ABBY: Exactly.

You saying I'm spineless?

Of course not, Timmy.

I'm gonna check his flight.

Abby, you're getting powder
all over my keyboard.

What's your point?

My point is, Abby, you are really, really
overdoing the sugar thing again.

Well, I'm eating for two.

Relax. I was referring
to health-food freak over there.

Every time I walk past her desk,
I have this irresistible urge

to shove a cheeseburger
down her throat.

I think she's kind of hot.

Oh, you think she's hot?

Yeah, you know, for a probie.

You two do realise
I can hear you, right?

- We do now, very Special Agent Lee.
- Yeah.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

His flight landed on time.
Where is he?

[ELEVATOR BEEPS]

Oh, yay! You're home.

Welcome back. I missed you.

I missed you too, Abby.

ABBY:
Oh, did you have fun?

Did you go to that cool bar
in Düsseldorf?

TONY:
Oh, you know, I tried.

But, you know, the security conference
kept us pretty busy.

ABBY:
Mmm.

- I'm having trouble breathing.
- Sorry.

Oh, my God.

- See?
- McGee.

Oh, look at you.

All grown up. So, what did I miss
the last two weeks?

Well, nothing I couldn't handle,
boss.

TONY: Good. And then to think the
director didn't have any faith in you.

What do you mean the director--?

Gather around, people.
I come bearing gifts.

For the lovely lady.

Oh, Tony, it's beautiful.

Not to mention incredibly expensive.

Euro's stronger than it used to be.

For my senior field agent...

"The Very Best
of David Hasselhoff."

You don't like it?

I repeat.
The Very Best of David Hasselhoff.

What was that for?

You listen to Yanni.

And you have an unauthorised game
on your computer.

Okay, it's your game, Tony.

Yeah, and you shouldn't have beaten
my high score.

And for Ziva,

das lederhosen.

One size fits all.

Where is the little Israeli?

Late, sir. Second time this week.

Agent Lee, my favourite
probie-slash-hall monitor.

I bet you're wondering

what the newest member
of Team DiNozzo gets.

Well, we saved the best
for last here.

This was not easy
getting through customs,

- but...
- You didn't have to.

Stapler?

It's a German stapler.

But it says "made in China," sir.

Oh, yeah.

It's that German, Eurasian, China.
It's a global village, Lee. Get used to it.

She's over an hour late, sir.
That's unusual, even for her.

What did I tell you about worrying,
probie?

That it's your job.

See, you're learning.

LEE: But she's not answering
her-- I'm sorry, sir.

She's not answering
her cell phone either.

Okay, there is only one thing
you need to know about Officer David.

Don't make her angry.

TONY: So technically,
there's two things.

The other is,
she can take care of herself.

ZIVA:
I cannot wait any longer.

Produce Officer Bashan
or I start with your hands

and I will not stop until--

Officer David, what did I tell you
about terrorizing my men?

Leave us alone please.

Come, Ziva. Sit.

Okay.

What seems to be the problem?

Why was I not told
about this operation?

I suppose the simple answer would be
your father did not want you to know.

And he wonders why I barely
talk to him anymore, Michael.

A fact I know he regrets
very much, Ziva. Very much.

I spent a year building relationships
and trust with NCIS.

How do you suggest
I explain this to them?

I realise this places you
in an awkward position, but, Ziva--

- They were sloppy, blatant.
- And you should have known better.

The Americans can be quite prudish
in their attitudes, Ziva.

You call what happened prudish?

That depends.
Did you or did you not sleep with him?

- Who?
- Anthony DiNozzo.

Your new team leader.

Why do you ask that?

Starting three months ago, Ziva,

he's been visiting your apartment
at least one night a week.

My father has you spying on me?

I assumed that was the reason
for your visit.

Well, you assumed wrong,
Officer Bashan.

I am here because an hour ago,

a Mossad assassination team
killed three people in Georgetown.

We have no active operations
scheduled in George--

Michael, don't lie to me.
I was there. I tried to stop it.

What exactly did you see?

Officer Namir Eschel.

- No. Impossible.
- I spoke to him.

I-- I let him go.

Secure line to Tel Aviv.

I need to speak to the director.
Immediately.

Tell him--

Tell him it concerns family.

Do you realise how close I came
to shooting Eschel today?

Namir Eschel is dead, Ziva.

Your father and I attended his funeral
six months ago.

McGEE: Ziva, just call us
as soon as you get the message.

We're not worried.
Just give us a call, please.

Okay, now I'm starting to worry.

Think she's all right?

Well, if she was all right,
she'd be here, McGee.

The question is, what would Gibbs do
in a situation like this?

- He'd find her, Tony.
TONY: I'm working on it, director.

Work harder.

Metro Police just found her car
on a sidewalk in Georgetown.

Actually, it's not that unusual
when Ziva's driving.

I drove through Eastern Europe
with her.

I should know, McGee.

But in my experience,

the FBI doesn't usually concern
themselves with traffic accidents.

Isn't that the guy that tried
to put you away for a murder?

Yes, it is. Thank you for bringing
up a painful memory, McGee.

- You knew they were coming?
- Calm down, Tony.

- I only got the call two minutes ago.
- What do they want with Ziva?

JEN: We're about to find out.
SACKS: All right.

Together.

- Agent Sacks, Director Shepard.
SACKS: Director Shepard.

MICHAEL:
We have confirmed your report.

The man you saw killed
was Abdul Wazir,

the former Syrian army colonel,

wanted for crimes
against the State of Israel.

I'm not the only one
my father likes to keep in the dark.

This wasn't
a sanctioned action, Ziva.

We had no hand in this.

- You mean, officially.
- Officially or unofficially.

We knew he was
in American custody.

Offers protection in turn for supplying
information on al Qaeda cells in Iraq.

Protection from what?

- Us.
ZIVA: The two men guarding him?

FBI agents.

Oh, dear, God, Michael.

Obviously, Eschel
faked his own death.

He's operating without orders,
making his own decisions.

Or perhaps that is merely a cover
my father designed for him.

Do you really believe
he'd jeopardise

our relations
with the Americans like this?

There are days I don't know
what to believe anymore, Michael.

MICHAEL: You have not been
dismissed yet, Officer David.

I have to contact NCIS.

Your orders are to remain here

until we figure out a strategy
to deal with this.

Eschel murdered two Americans
and a man in their custody.

Our strategy is simple.
Find him and kill him.

There are complications.

Which NCIS can help us with.

You left your car at the crime scene
this morning.

It's disabled.
I was trying to prevent the attack.

The Americans do not see it
this way.

Director Shepard will.

[MICHAEL SPEAKS IN ISRAELl]

Ziva,

the FBI has already issued
a warrant for your arrest.

- On what charges?
- Espionage

and murder.

MICHAEL:
This is a political nightmare.

I'm asking for your patience, Ziva.

We need time to deal with this.

You'd hold me against my will,
Michael?

I will do what's best for you.

Your father,

he will find the solution to this, Ziva.

Like he did for my brother Ari?

Escort her to guest quarters.

Do not forget to confiscate
her weapons.

I'm sorry for this.

As am I.

I was talking to you.

[GRUNTING]

Ever been tied up
by a woman before?

Huh?

Did you like it?

Then today is not your lucky day.

- Very professional.
- Your director kicked us both out.

Because you couldn't keep
your soup cooler shut.

Well, your Mossad liaison officer
killed two FBI agents today.

Sorry if that pisses me off.

- Where's your proof?
SACKS: Proof?

Car abandoned at the crime scene.

The Syrian
was on their most-wanted list.

She's disappeared.

And, oh, yeah, her brother
was a Hamas terrorist.

Where I come from,
that's called circumstantial.

Really? Where's that? Narnia?

It's a fantasy movie.

- The Chronicles of Narnia.
- I know what it is.

- Okay story, excellent special effects.
- They were definitely kicking.

That's not my point.

Six months ago, you were convinced
I killed a woman

and chopped off her legs.

- Hell, I'm still not convinced you didn't.
TONY: Exactly.

SACKS: So Ziva David is
being framed? By who?

Well, that's what I intend to find out.

Good luck with that.

You two. Up here. Now.

Director, will you please
tell Agent Slacks--?

Sacks. It's Sacks.

Will you please tell Agent Slacks

that we're gonna be handling this one
in-house?

I just assured your director

that the FBI will be getting NCIS'
complete cooperation in this matter.

Thank you, ma'am.

If Ziva attempts to contact you
or anyone on your team,

I want you to notify both myself
and Agent Sacks immediately.

This is complete bull--

This is an order from your director,
Agent DiNozzo.

Is that clear enough for you?

Almost crystal, ma'am.

I give you my word that I will try
and keep an open mind on this.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Okay. Listen, about what happened
between us before--

No hard feelings. I got it.

No, I was gonna say, I still
pretty much hate your guts, Sacks.

Me too, DiNozzo. Me too.

JEN:
Tony?

That question you asked me earlier?
What would Gibbs do?

Gibbs isn't here. You are.

ABBY:
Gibbs.

This is really, really bad.

Ziva has disappeared

and everyone's saying
that she's just like her brother.

I really, really need you to call me.

Please.

[PHONE RINGS]

Gibbs?

Abby, it's Ziva.

Ziva.

Are you all right?

- No, and don't say my name so loud.
ABBY: Sorry.

Where are you?

At a safe place at the moment.

ABBY:
The FBI was here.

And Tony was freaking out.

- And the director--
- Abby, I need you to do me a favour.

ABBY:
You name it.

First, you can't tell anyone
I've spoken to you.

- Except Tony, right?
ZIVA: No. Not even Tony.

If I talk to him,
he'll get in trouble with the FBI.

What do you need?

A phone number.

All right.
I'll call you back at this number.

TONY:
Abby?

Who was that?

Where?

On the phone.

Oh, um...

Oh, that-- It was the nuns.

- The nuns?
ABBY: Yep.

You know, nuns
with the big, white hats and the--

McGEE:
The habits.

Yeah, they're called habits.
Big, white hats.

Yep, they called to say
that bowling practise is cancelled.

Bowling nuns?

Jeez, McGee, what, are you on some
sort of anti-nun crusade here?

- What? Well, nope.
- Okay. All right, lay off the nuns.

I need to contact Gibbs.

If we're gonna get Ziva out of this,
I'm gonna need his advice.

Well, last I heard,
he was still in Mexico.

Well, there must be some way
to contact him.

[HAMMERING]

Oh! Damn it.

Hey,

you say something?

Four months
and you still don't understand

the meaning of the word "siesta,"
probie?

The roof's not gonna fix itself, Mike.

Tropical storm season's
only a few weeks away.

Did you ever stop to think
that I might like rain?

GIBBS: Yeah, just maybe
not inside your house.

Don't you have a boat to build
or something?

Yeah, well, the problem with that,
Mike, is I'm using all my good lumber

to fix your dog-rot house.

I've got a better idea.

Why don't you use it to build your own
somewhere down there?

Hey, you just say the word,
I'll be gone.

Don't tempt me, Jethro.

I ain't nearly drunk enough.

But until then,
I was thinking your next project

would be a nice little hot tub.

Say yay big?

Right over there.

What, teak or redwood?

Hola, gentlemen.

Gentlemen? She can't be talking
to you and me, gunny.

You? No. Señor Gibbs, sí.

I hope you're not letting him
work you so hard.

- No.
MIKE: He's living here for free.

What does he expect?

Perhaps someday he will tell us.

Hey,

how much do I owe you?

[GIGGLING]

Twenty-five American.

- And you have a phone call.
- Okay.

Not you.

Leroy Jethro.

Who is it?

A woman.
And she sounded muy upset.

Probably that lady director of yours,
about to have a nervous breakdown.

Yeah, Gibbs.

ZIVA:
Hola.

- Uh, how's Mexico?
GIBBS: Ziva.

- How'd you get this number?
ZIVA: From Abby.

- And if it helps, I forced it out of her.
GIBBS: No.

It doesn't. What's wrong?

ZIVA: Why does something
always have to be wrong?

Can't I just speak with an old friend?

ZIVA:
Do a little catching up?

GIBBS:
Today, Ziva.

ZIVA:
Okay.

I may be in a little bit of trouble.

Yeah?

Define little.

I am currently on the run from the FBI,
NCIS, Mossad and my father.

- Jeez, what'd you do?
ZIVA: I did nothing, Gibbs.

I swear, I did nothing.

GIBBS: Where's DiNozzo?
- He can't help me.

GIBBS: Well, you should talk
to Jenny. Jenny can help you.

- I can't.
- Ziva, look, I'm retired.

I'm 3,000 miles away.

What do you think I can do
that they can't do?

Honestly, I don't know.

I was hoping, maybe...

...save me?

McGEE:Two days. How long
are these guys gonna be here?

LEE:
Officer David was here for a year.

Who knows how badly
she compromised our security?

McGEE:
What did you say?

Oh, come on, McGee.

You think we don't spy
on our allies too?

It happens all the time.

- Agent Lee.
- Sir?

Shut up and keep an eye
on the feds.

McGee, you're with me.
We got places to be.

Should be done here, DiNozzo,
in another five, six more hours.

TONY: First off,
this is a strictly voluntary thing.

Ziva's a fugitive.

Anyone caught helping or assisting her
in any way will be in serious trouble.

Palmer?

By serious,
you mean, we could, like, get fired?

He means, Mr. Palmer, instead of
attending medical school next month,

you will most likely be in prison.

PALMER:
Oh.

- I'm in.
DUCKY: Danger, intrigue,

a damsel in distress?
I'm actually looking forward to it.

Me too.

PALMER:
Um...

I'm not exactly the type
that would do well in prison, guys.

No one's gonna think less of you
if you want out.

PALMER: Really?
- Well, no.

They probably would.
At least I know I would.

All right, then I want a code name.
Something cool-sounding.

TONY:
All right.

No one can know about this,
especially the director.

Are we all good with that?

All right, then let's figure out
how to find her.

McGee, I want you
on her electronic tracks.

Cell phone, computer,
toaster oven if you have to.

Ducky, please talk to your contacts
in the FBI.

I wanna know everything
about that Georgetown crime scene.

Palmer, how does
Black Lung sound?

Like a horrible
and painful way to die.

I mean, as your code name.

Oh, I like it. Yeah.

All right. Well, then you're in charge
of supplies, Black Lung.

Which means lunch
and, at this point, probably dinner.

- Abs, I need you to go--
- I talked to Ziva yesterday.

You don't bowl with nuns.
I should have seen that coming.

I do.

Ziva made me promise not to tell.

Why would Ziva care if we knew
that you bowled with nuns?

I think she means Ziva didn't want
us getting in trouble, Ducky.

DUCKY:
Well, it's a bit late for that.

Where is she?

All I have is this phone number.

[DIGITS DIALING]

Well, there's no answer.

Abby, are you sure that this--? Ziva.

Tell Abby I'm gonna kill her.

We love you too.

- I'm hanging up.
TONY: You're not.

You're gonna tell me
what is going on.

Your phone could be tapped, Tony.

TONY:
Then I'll come to you.

I'm trying to get a hold of Gibbs
but I'm not having any luck.

Gibbs? Why didn't you say so?

DiNozzo.

GIBBS: You have ten seconds
to tell me why I am not building

a teak hot tub in Mexico.

Nine.

ZIVA:
Target's name was Abdul Wazir,

a Syrian wanted for crimes
against the State of Israel.

Terminated by this man,
Mossad Officer Namir Eschel,

my former team mate
when I was stationed in Paris.

Who's supposed to be dead.

- Apparently, he's gotten better.
- Being dead makes for a good cover.

I would agree, but my father claims
to have no knowledge of his activities.

GIBBS:
I'd believe him.

How many times I have to tell you,

[DOOR OPENS]

- I don't believe--
- In coincidences? I know.

TONY:
Lucky for you, neither do I.

According to the FBI, I should be
the one aiming my weapon at you.

GIBBS:
You were set up.

The only Mossad liaison officer
in D.C.--

Just happens to be present
in a Metsada-style hit.

[HORN HONKING]

Oh, God, I'm an idiot.

He led me to the scene.

Eschel framed me.

[SPEAKING IN ISRAELl]

Yeah, but the question is, why?

I thought you might be needing this.

Uh, I meant the NCIS cell phone.
That's my coffee, boss.

Do I still look like your boss?

Uh...

Well, maybe, if you shaved.
And a haircut wouldn't hurt.

The smile thing's
definitely throwing me off too.

It's good to see you again,
McGee.

DiNozzo.

- What'd I say?
- You called him McGee.

Mm.

Oh, that's probably because
if I left him in charge,

you wouldn't be on the FBl's
ten-most-wanted list right now.

But you do remember...?

That I left you in charge? Yeah.

I remember I left you in charge,
DiNozzo.

What I forgot is your taste in coffee.
It stinks.

I like sugar. It's my weakness.
What's our plan?

Things are bad enough for NCIS
as it is, Tony. You can't--

I don't remember asking your opinion,
Officer David.

You see? He's been completely
insufferable since you left.

Is that true, Tony?

- When I need to be.
GIBBS: Yeah?

Hmm.

Maybe you were the right man
for the job.

Our plan is to find this guy
before he gets out of the country.

How do we put out a BOLO
without the FBI finding out about it?

TONY'S VOICE [ON RECORDER]:
I knew you'd ask me that, McGee.

I knew you'd ask me that,
McGee.

And?

And I-- I don't know.
Any suggestions?

We could tell the FBI about Eschel
and let them track him down.

When they ask
how we know about him...?

They'll know we talked to Ziva.

[STUFFED ANIMAL
BLOWS RASPBERRY]

McGee.

Tony, what if we lie?

Sacks is a self-centred,
egotistical jack hole,

but he's not an idiot. He'll know.

No, I mean lie on the BOLO.

Instead of looking for a rogue
Mossad spy wanted for murder,

we put out a BOLO
for a wife-beater.

That's underhanded, devious--

And it's completely getting me hot.

Yeah, glad to see
I'm finally rubbing off on him.

TONY'S VOICE [ON RECORDER]:
Do it.

[STUFFED ANIMAL
BLOWS RASPBERRY]

It's one of our old safe houses.

We park on a dirt access road
200 meters behind it

and enter from the back.

I know he's not gonna be here.

It's the first place Mossad's
gonna try to reacquire him.

ZIVA: Mossad does not know
about this particular one.

I set this one up for Ari.

GIBBS:
How's Eschel know about it?

When Ari infiltrated NCIS
three years ago,

Eschel was part
of his recovery team.

An FBI agent was killed then too.

Let's get this over with.

I got a beach in Mexico
waiting for me.

Move and we shoot.

Clear.

He's dead.
Rigor mortis has already set in.

How do you know he's not faking it?

Well, shoot him
if you don't believe me.

GIBBS:
Better hope that's not Eschel.

Why? You want
to kill him yourself now?

Uh-huh.

But I won't. Neither will you.
We capture him alive.

We kill him, there's no way to prove
you weren't involved in the hit.

He look familiar?

He's not Mossad.

Eschel is obviously trying
to tie up his loose ends.

GIBBS:
Yeah.

Well, that's what you were.
Spread out, start looking around.

What for, exactly?

Anything that'll help us find out
where he went.

ZIVA:
Right.

She looks a bit like her brother,
don't you think?

More like her father.

Who's the man?

ESCHEL:
Someone who shouldn't be with her.

Retired Special Agent
Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

[DIGITS DIALING]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Sacks.

Who is this?

How do I know this is legit?

We got a tip, guys. House in Fairfax.

There's nothing here.

Eschel was always good
at covering up his tracks.

What is it?

ESCHEL:
He's made us.

Impossible.
I placed that camera myself.

- We need to detonate now.
- No, we wait for the FBI, Faatin.

It must look like Ziva killed herself
instead of surrendering.

If she leaves before they get there,
Namir?

I will delay her.

He was watching us.

It could have been left
from when Ari--

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

He was watching us.

- What?
- I heard you retired.

Yeah? I heard you were dead.

To the Mossad, I am.

GIBBS:
They know you're alive.

I plan on fixing that.

ESCHEL:
Poor Director David.

First his son's a traitor
and now his daughter.

By this time tomorrow,
he'll be working on a kibbutz.

Unless, of course,
he kills himself first.

Is it true?

Did you kill Ari Haswari?

- He's delaying us.
- Why?

I'm his loose end, remember?

- He called the FBI.
- That's not what I'm worried about.

When our safe house
was compromised in Paris,

Eschel blew it up.

Shalom, Ziva.

[BEEPING]

[EXPLOSION]

SACKS: We're still not sure
what the hell happened,

or if she was even in there
when the place blew.

- Bodies?
- No, it was incinerated.

We won't even be able to process
the scene until at least tomorrow.

- What makes you think she was there?
- A tip.

- From who?
- Anonymous.

My guess is probably somebody inside
Mossad trying to make nice.

Someone tying up loose ends.

For all we know, she blew up the place
to cover her own tracks.

She was only looking for the guy
who set her up.

You mind telling me
how you know that?

Because it's what I'd do.

Not good, Ducky.

You did manage to call them,
didn't you?

I got Gibbs' voice mail.

I don't think he ever learned
how to use it.

DUCKY:
And the number Abby has for Ziva?

TONY:
Not picking up.

- There's only one thing for you to do.
- I know.

Let the director know they're dead
and resign for disobeying an order.

You'll do nothing of the sort,
Anthony DiNozzo.

And why is that?

DUCKY: Because the man
who did that is still out there.

And I'll be damned
if we let him get away with it.

What would Gibbs do, right?

I got a bulletin for you, Ducky.
I am not Gibbs.

No, you're not.

Gibbs quit. You're still here.

Why wasn't I with Ziva?

I turned over my responsibility to him
without even thinking about it.

Gibbs is one
of the most capable agent--

Was, Ducky. You didn't see him.

It didn't even look like Gibbs.
I think he went native down there.

- Tony?
- His hair is all long and crazy-looking.

He's got this scraggly beard.
He looks like a pirate or something.

His eyes are all bloodshot,

probably from drinking hooch
from morning till night with Franks.

GIBBS:
They call it a redeye for a reason.

The flight I was on all night
to get here?

Oh, gee. You're all right.

Good. All right. Thank God.

Yeah, thank Ziva.
Already been blown up twice, Tony.

Don't think I got a third one in me.

Space 73. Presents in the back
for autopsy and Abby. Don't be seen.

- Hey, you, Duck.
- Welcome home, Jethro.

GIBBS:
Oh, you got the wrong guy.

I'm just visiting.

You might want to tell Palmer
it's gonna be a late night.

I really miss that view.

Harbour isn't bad either.

I had a feeling
I'd be seeing you soon, Jethro.

- How is she?
- She's scared.

Not that she'll ever admit that.

NCIS can't help her.

Well, see, that's why I'm here.
I'm not NCIS. I retired, remember?

I shouldn't even be talking to you.

Anyone asks, just tell them
two old partners catching up.

My agency has been harbouring
a foreign operative for over a year.

One that I personally vouched for
and insisted we needed.

She didn't do it.

You think I don't know that?

I'm telling you what they're saying
all over the beltway.

I give it 24 hours before they ask
for my resignation.

Don't give it to them.

- She was set up.
- By whom?

GIBBS:
A former Mossad officer.

Claims it was to get back
at Ziva's father.

What do you think?

GIBBS:
My gut says it was more than that.

I agree.

This is bigger than the director level
of NCIS or Mossad.

This incident
could jeopardise relations

between both
of our countries for years.

I figure someone hired him
to do just that.

Well, I could think of ten countries

and a dozen terrorist groups
that fit that bill.

Oh, yeah. I can too.

Which is why I want you
to do me a favour.

Name it.

It's late.

Go home. Catch up on some sleep.

- Plausible deniability.
- Yeah.

Something like that.

Thank you.

- Jethro, it's good--
- I'm not back, Jen.

I'm just doing a favour for a friend.

I was just talking about your hair.

It's good to see it long again.

It reminds me of
when we were undercover in Serbia.

Serbia?

Do you remember that little farmhouse
we were holed up in?

- A whole week with nothing to do but--
- No.

No, I don't, Jen.

Memory is a little fuzzy
on some things.

[COMPUTER WHIRRING]

McGEE:
We matched the dead guy's prints.

Balash Sassnid.

Arrested five years ago
for reckless driving.

An illegal from Iran.
Student visa expired last year, boss.

- Good job, McGee.
- Good job, McGee.

What about the cell phone
Eschel called us on?

ABBY: I isolated the grid
the call came in from.

- Nice work, Abs.
ABBY: Actually, no, Tony.

The grid includes the entire city
of Woodbridge, Virginia.

- He could be anywhere in it.
- Great. We've got nothing.

TONY:
An ex-Mossad officer working

with an Iranian student
is something, Gibbs.

Not if it doesn't help us
find Eschel in time.

McGee, the BOLO
we put out yesterday, any hits?

You completely forgot about that,
didn't you?

McGEE:
This one's on me, boss.

We have multiple hits.

Six hits on men
fitting his general description.

Three in Delaware,
one in Pennsylvania, two in Virginia.

Closest match:
a local cop saw a man

fitting his exact profile
at a Freemont Inn.

- Where, McGee?
- Where?

McGEE:
Woodbridge, Virginia.

TONY: I'm telling you, don't
call her. She won't wait for us.

She will if I tell her to.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

- You found him?
- The Freemont Inn in Woodbridge.

- I'll swing by, pick you up.
ZIVA: There's no time.

He won't stay in one place
for more than 24 hours. I'll meet you.

Ziva, this isn't a debate.

We go in together or we don't go--

Guess she's going without us?

GIBBS: If she kills him,
there won't be any way to prove

- the Israelis weren't behind this.
- I know. Let's roll.

- Hey.
- Hey, no.

This is my team now, Gibbs. My rules.
And DiNozzo's rule number one?

I don't sit on the sidelines
when my people are in trouble.

You got a problem with that?

Let's remember who's got the badge
and who's the civilian.

- Are you done?
- Yeah.

I was gonna say get McGee.
I'll meet you there.

You know I could arrest you
for striking a federal officer.

I know that.

All right.

Just so you know.

I trust the rest of my money
will be wired to my account shortly?

Of course.

Would you mind?

Careful,

it's delicate.

[GUNSHOTS AND
ESCHEL GRUNTING]

I'm sorry, but no one can know
my country was behind this, Eschel.

And with you gone, no one will.

[GUNSHOTS]

[GRUNTING]

Who hired you?

- Mossad.
ZIVA: Liar.

- Who?
- Go on, do it.

You'll never make me talk.

I believe you.

Then kill me.

Make your daddy proud, Jew.

What are you doing?

Not making you a martyr.
You're under arrest.

Your time with the Americans
has made you soft.

You shouldn't have thrown
your knife away.

[GRUNTING]

Get up.

Not so tough now, are you?

[SPITS]

[GRUNTING]

I thought I told you to get up.

Who are you?

- VEVAK.
- Iranian intelligence?

Yes, and you have our thanks.

The Americans will never trust
your country again.

[LAUGHING]

It was easier than I thought.

Making you talk.

Ziva, you okay?

ZIVA:
I'm okay, McGee.

You should have waited.

Who's she?

Iranian intelligence.
They were behind it all.

How do you plan on proving that?

I've been with NCIS for a year.

I'm not just a killer anymore.

I'm an investigator.

Now can I go home?

WOMAN [ON TV]: The FBI
reports they've apprehended

the Iranian terrorist

believed to be responsible
for the death of two of their agents.

Two other terrorists
were also killed in a standoff

with federal authorities
in Northern Virginia.

Federal authorities?

They mean us.

Four stinking letters: NCIS.

It's either that story, Tony,

or the FBI charges you
with interfering in their investigation.

I can live with "federal authorities."

Welcome home, Ziva.

Well, I wouldn't be here
if it wasn't for Gibbs.

And me.

True, but mostly Gibbs.

Speaking of which...

He's in the squad room.

JEN:
Where is he, McGee? Abby's lab?

Gibbs left, ma'am.

Said he had a plane to catch.

TONY:
You sure about that, McGee?

McGEE:
Yeah, Tony, I'm sure.

No, because he didn't even
say goodbye to me.

Director, he wanted me
to give this to you.

Oh, nice snap.
Where was that taken?

Serbia.

When?

A lifetime ago, Ziva.