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WOMAN: Chrissie in Linguistics
finally got engaged.

Hooper won that bet.

Matt upstairs
won the Oscar pool.

And I guessed
Hypochondriac Carl's

self-diagnosis-of-the-month.

Turns out,
he actually had cancer.

Treatable skin cancer,
but who knew?

That's about all you missed
while you were out.

I'll go over vending machine
changes tomorrow.

[computer trilling]

Are you running RSA keys?

Yes.

The encryption's
not the problem.

These e-mails are useless,
not to mention a week old.

Was it always this dark in here?

Can we turn on the overheads?

Fluorescent lights
make me violent.

Plus, that Conrad Award
on your desk

is a murder weapon
waiting to happen.

Tell me about it.

You're just tired.
I've got those

caffeine eye drops
if you need...

Stop.

Get the boss.

Now.

Go.

Two weeks ago, a Naval
Intelligence Officer was killed

in Budapest, Hungary.

A bomb in his hotel room.Local fuzz

and NCIS field office found
squat and the case went cold.

Until now, because...

We just flagged
an e-mail.

Sender is anonymous,
but the recipient is

an overseas alias
we've been tracking.

It mentions a rental
address in Virginia

"where you can lay low

and won't
be disturbed."

This proves there's an operative
in the States.

I mean, this could bust
the whole case wide open.

I will get with
the FBI and NCIS...

No.

You won't.

Because you two
never saw this.

What? Why?That's an order.

Understood?

This is big.

I think I'm gonna
need a minute.
Tony,

what is it? Come on.

It's not like I'm asking you
to move in here.

Well...
And don't say
it's because

my place is not
handicap accessible.

But you got those
three steps out front.

Yes, and the landlord agreed
to bring it up to code

and install a ramp.

[chuckles]
Look at you.

Well... I got nothing then.

Congratulations.
Very exciting. Good luck.

Really? That's it?

Delilah.

She's a special lady.Yeah, I know.

I guess moving in together
is the next logical step.

And I really want her to.

[phone ringing]So of course
she'll say yes.

Exactly.

Then why am I so nervous?

Hold on. Hello?

Hey, Tony. It's Delilah.

Oh, hey...Don't say my name.

Is Tim there?

Uh... yeah.

Don't let him know it's me.

I need to talk to you privately.

Oh. [chuckles] I thought
you were someone else.

Um, you're the lady from
the magazine subscription...

Web site?

Thought I did
this online.

Um, well, let's just go back
and... review them again.

Start with, um... Go slow.

Uh, start with golf

and, uh... uh-huh.

[whispers]:
Just one second.

[gasps] Who put you in here?

Are you alone, Tony?

In my own way.

I didn't want to get Tim
in trouble. If I'm indicted

for treason, it's much harder
to draw a straight line

between you and me.What?

But I wouldn't worry about it.

The murder of
Navy Lieutenant Kit Jones--

you know the progress
of that investigation?

[sighs] Well, it was, like,
two weeks ago.

In Budapest. Yeah.

Well, the last I heard,
they'd hit a dead end.

But that's
the European Field Office.

Nothing on the down low?
Maybe a...

classified investigation
someone's trying to keep quiet?

Oh. I thought you were the one
with the D.O.D.

I already hacked
into every federal database

and found nothing.
This is so weird.

And criminal.And it's about to get worse.

I need to talk to Agent Gibbs.

[door opens]

Tony, what are you
doing in the closet?

Tony?

Finding myself. [chuckles]

Tony?

It's for you.

Excuse me.

McGEE: You know you could
get fired for this.

And why did you call
Tony instead of me?

This is important,
Agent Gibbs.

Lieutenant Jones
was murdered while trying

to take down
an underground Web site

that sells everything
from drugs to... hit men.

He got too close.
Yes.

And now we have intel
on those responsible.

In Virginia.

Intel that you were
ordered to ignore.

DELILAH: Clearly my boss
was given orders, too.

But why?
And by whom?

There is no reason for it.

As far as you know.That's true.

But nobody is giving me
straight answers.

And when it comes to finding
murderers, that's wrong.

If you don't look into it,
our only lead goes cold.

McGEE: Look, you've only
been back to work

a week.

Maybe you should
slow down.

Slow down?

Well, Delilah,
what he's saying...

is let us
check it first.

Right, Tim?

Well, boss,

we're not... I mean,

we don't even have a warrant
to search the place.

I already called the landlord.

He is more than

willing to let
animal control check for rats.

MAN: My lawyer called this place
an investment.

It's not exactly in demand,
but it's not because of vermin.

I keep up
on my inspections.

Yeah, we're more concerned
with your, uh, last tenant,

Mr. Troutman.

Yeah, I gave your secretary
the name when she called.

We ran it.
Turns out, it was fake.

Huh. Yeah, sorry.

Like I said, I
can't be too picky.

He was the first
renter I had all year.

He paid six months in cash,
but I never met the guy.

You said he moved out.Yeah.

Yeah, he was here a
week, and then I found

his keys in the
mailbox this morning.

Thought he was gonna come back
looking for a refund, but...

This-this is about
animal control?

We're tracking a man
who's selling

illegal
Mexican chinchillas.

They breed with common
house rats, and the offspring

are especially dangerous,
violent.

Did he leave
anything behind?

No. No, no, no.

In fact, he was the first
tenant that actually cleaned.

Left the whole place
smelling like bleach.

Mm.
Bleach.

Does that mean
something?

It dissolves
Chinchilla fur.

Oh.

You guys... you're not gonna
tear up the floor

or anything, right?

Oh. Well, you hope not,
but, you know, sometime...

I mean, probably not.

'Cause, I mean, you know,
it's not the Taj Mahal,

but no reason
to make it worse.

TONY:
Yeah.

Well, you can check it out
after, if you want.

No, no, no. No, no, no. I'll
take your word for it, I guess.

I got a bum knee,

you know, and, uh,
surgery tomorrow,

but stairs have been murder.

Yeah.

Well, I don't know
about chinchillas,

but there's no blood spatter
anywhere.

Yeah, the only thing left behind
was a partial print

on the base of the toilet
and this used tissue.

You sound
a little disappointed, Tim.

I didn't think you wanted
to find anything

on Delilah's little witch hunt.

Yeah, don't start.

Things were just
getting back to normal.

I can't believe she convinced
Gibbs to go along with this.

Not an easy task.

So if there's no blood,
why all the bleach?

Considerate renter
does seems far-fetched.

Professional wipe-down?

Could mean your
partial print's valuable.

[cell phone ringing]

I already sent photos
for Abby to run.

Oh, hey. Maybe it's
Delilah again.

Hello, Abby.

Really?
That's interesting.

Okay, thanks.
Prints?

Mm.
That was fast.

I'm just not sure
if it's good news or bad news.

Why? Who's our
mystery renter?

Our victim--
Lieutenant Kit Jones.

He died in Budapest
two weeks ago.

According to his file
from O.N.I.,

Lieutenant Kit Jones
was a loyal

and hardworking
cyber specialist.

DELILAH: Part of
an interagency task force

trying to shut down
servers for a Web site

called The
Phoenician Exchange,

or PX, for short.

Then a bomb decimated
his hotel room in Budapest.

Jones was
the only casualty.

Body?
Destroyed.

But phone logs show
Jones made a phone call

from his room seconds before
the bomb went off.

National police
had jurisdiction.

By the time the agents

from our field office
in Europe got there,

evidence had gone "missing."

Payoffs.

All for a Web site?

Not just
any Web site.

A big one.
You've heard of Silk Road?

Right.

Uh, well, it's-it's kind of
an underground Amazon.com

for drug traffickers.
The PX is an offshoot.

You've heard of Amazon?

Yeah, the big one.

The PX is a middleman

between sellers and buyers.

Drugs, guns,
fake I.D.s--

everything in
one secure location.

You just point and click.

Black market. No names,
no traffic monitoring.

Law enforcement can find
the site, just not the servers.

Accounts for 20% of all

the illegal drugs
sold in the U.S., Gibbs.

Yeah, well, that's big.BISHOP:
The only way we fight

is through the work of
specialists like Jones

and Delilah, actually.

I'm just a cryptologist
in a dark office.

Jones was on
the front lines.

He personally tracked
the site's former webmaster.

BISHOP: Heidi Partridge
is awaiting trial

at Dandridge
Correctional Facility.

Leaves a hole
in the operation.

DELILAH:
Oh, she made millions.

They'll have no trouble
filling the position.

Unless Jones already has.

You think Jones
faked his own death

to go work for the bad guys?

Explains a lot.

Mm-hmm.

Except for Melody Hanson.

His grieving fiancée.

MELODY: We were supposed
to get married last Saturday.

We wanted a big wedding with
lots of family and friends,

so we waited until
we could afford it.

Almost two years.

If only we had known.

There's no way you could've.

After the...

After what happened to Kit,

I, uh... I was able to cancel
the flowers and the chapel,

but we were gonna
have a reception

at the restaurant
where he proposed.

You ever heard of Leo's?

No.
You want
to try it?

I had to pay for
the catering.

And the cake.

I have so much food.

[sobs softly] Please,
would you take some?

Because I have to get
it out of my house.

[sobs softly, sniffles]

The lieutenant
was a good man.

Mm-hmm.

Smart guy.

Top of his class at Stanford.

He always committed 100%
to everything he did.

He like his job?

Yeah.

I mean, y-yes, of course he did.

He... he died doing it.

He died serving
his country.

Last time you spoke,

he talk about anything
out of the ordinary?

Wedding veils.

[chuckles softly]

He wanted me
to wear one.

I think they're outdated.

Look, it's, um...

it's like I told the agents
overseas, Kit was excited.

He called me every day
while he was gone.

Except one.When was that?

The day before
the explosion.

I didn't give it much
thought at the time,

but now... I don't
know what to think.

MAN [over P.A.]:
Visiting hours for Pod Four

will be over in 20 minutes.

More visitors.

Can't even enjoy what
little free time I have.

Who are you
with, gentlemen?

NCIS.

I'm Special Agent DiNozzo,

this is very Special
Agent Tim McGee.

Miss Partridge, we'd like
to ask you a few questions

about the
Phoenician Exchange Web site.

As you know,
I'm still awaiting trial

and won't incriminate myself.

But I've developed
a little system

to make all of these
interviews easier,

for everyone.

You'll start with...

a happy face.

If your questions
stay on task,

you keep it and
we keep talking.

I was a kindergarten teacher.

Before you started running the
world's most wanted Web site?

What's that?
An "uh-oh" face.

But you can still earn
back your happy face.

Unless we get
a sad face first?

I see you were
the "A" student.

More like teacher's pet.

McGEE: You're facing charges
for narcotics trafficking,

money laundering

and computer hacking.

Like I've stated publicly,

I was hired to keep a Web
site functioning and secure.

On a purely code level.

I had no actual knowledge
of what was being sold.

So you're saying you became

The Wolf of Sesame Street
by accident?

Programming was a hobby.

I found myself on certain
message boards and...

stumbled into things.

That's the beauty
of the Internet.

Anyone can be anything.

Do anything.

Until Lieutenant Jones
came along.

Gold star for him.

Who took over
after you were arrested?

Uh-oh.

We're willing to talk plea deal
if you can give us a name.

We're thinking
Lieutenant Jones himself.

This interview's over.

What?! I didn't
even say anything!

Your questions are violating
a deal I already have in place.

No, we read your
current plea agreement.

That's not true.My new deal.

As of this morning.

He only beat you here
by minutes.

Who's "he?"

Sorry. Class rules.

Guard!

McGEE: Well, the prison log
doesn't show

any visitors this morning.

Meaning it's been
tampered with.

First the D.O.D.,
now the prison system.

Ever see Tango & Cash?

It involve a conspiracy?

Yes, it did.

And this is FUBAR.

[cell phone ringing]

GIBBS:
Hey, what'd you find out?

Hey, boss, we got a
problem. Turns out...

Hello?

That's weird,
the signal cut out.

I had four bars,

now the light's
flashing.

Oh, mine, too.

Prison cell
phone jammer?

Not likely.
We're too far away.

More conspiracy?

How close would
someone have to be?

Pretty close.

Gray sedan.
Your ten o'clock.

Engine's running.

Interesting.
Mm.

TONY:
Federal agents. Freeze.

Turn off the
vehicle. Slowly.

Relax. I can explain.

Why you're interfering
with a federal investigation?

That's funny.
Hey.

It's just my badge.

Case Officer Jim Brisco.

You're the ones interfering
with an ongoing CIA operation.

Officer Brisco.

Director.

So how exactly did NCIS
get onto all this?

Anonymous tip.I hope so.

'Cause our memo to
the intelligence community

was clear.

Not to mention
compartmented.

Jones is still alive?

Made contact
yesterday.

CIA was part of
his joint task force

until we pulled him
on to a side project.

Undercover.

On U.S. soil?

Operation brought us
stateside a week ago.

We were waiting to inform
the feds till we had something.

The hotel
explosion was you.

Deep cover measures.

Need to know.

Jones's work on the PX servers
overlapped

with a CIA
money laundering operation.

You ever heard of bitcoins?

Never mind,
it's confusing.

Jones has
and he agreed to help.

I understand--
the CIA has left

a bad taste in your mouth.

Trent Kort-flavored,
right?

How do you know
Trent Kort?

Don't. But it's always him.

Guy like that
only makes my job harder.

Everybody's.

Well, I'm nothing
like him.

I got hair.

I'll even ask nicely.

Please back off.

For the sake of the op
and Jones's life.

He missed his
own wedding.

Yes.

He knew the op could go long.

But he also knew
we had a rare chance

to take out the entire PX.

He left his fiancée
thinking he was dead.

For her own good.

GIBBS: Well, you
tell her that.

She's here.

You brought her in?

You can't say anything.

It could make her
a target.

Look, when this is all over,
she'll understand.

I don'tunderstand.

Why am I here again?
I've told you everything.

We're just trying to...

Find the murderer, I know.

But it's been nothing
for two weeks, and now all this.

You know something.

No. No.

Can you tell me what's going on?

[clears throat]

Lead didn't pan out.

Bad info.

So my being here
was just a waste of time.

We apologize.

On behalf of NCIS
and the CIA.

This agent

will escort you out.

CIA?

Confirmation, Leon.

That she doesn't know anything.

Two weeks is a long time.

To let a loved one
think you're dead? Yeah.

Keep digging.

Quietly.

Our best shot
at finding out

what's going on is to get
to that Web site.
How?

We could pose as a vendor
in hopes of communicating

with the site's administrator
and track them.

Might only take
about a week or so.

Or we find someone
who already is a vendor.

It's faster.
Yeah, that one.

Great.

I'll just go ask McGee.

McGEE:
This is a bad idea.

TONY: You and your
little informant

don't see eye to nerdy eye?

Are we cutting into
his video game time?

Sampson is not little.

And he's not
my informant.

I only know about him
through Delilah.

Sampson and Delilah?

Yeah. She gave
him that nickname

when they were together.

I can understand why
you wouldn't want to use him.

It's not just that;
he's a drug dealer

who can't be trusted.Delilah dated a drug dealer?

I don't think so.

Not illegal ones,
just ones that are hard to find.

Well, I'm sure
you have much more

to offer Delilah than...

Sampson.

Not to mention you got
the apartment key, McGee.

McGEE:
There he is.

TONY:
Oh, no.

What, you mean the...
Magilla Gorilla there?

He uses the PX Web site
to buy and sell steroids.

[sighs] We're gonna
have to catch that guy?

Should've brought the
elephant tranquilizer.

[car doors close]

Oh, come on.

MAN:
A tendency to go rogue.

His own code of justice
often different from the law.

Insubordination.

You talking about
Brisco or Kort?

Actually, I was talking
about your Agent Gibbs.

Confusion's
interesting though.

Bottom line: we trust
our own people, Leon.

We give them
certain freedoms.

Brisco should have
brought us in, Kirkwood,

should have followed protocol.
You know how this looks.

Like CIA plays to win.

A spitting contest's
still a contest.

Let us talk to Jones.

Clearly Brisco was
too polite with you.

It's a flaw of his.

Jones is a cyber
specialist.

Knows how to hide online.

And you moved him
back here easy enough.

So why the hotel bomb and
the misinformation campaign?

Did his cover really
have to go that deep?

You'd put a man's life at risk
to satisfy your own curiosity?

My own professional
concern.

Noted, but the lieutenant's
in good hands,

and if we did need help,
it's FBI jurisdiction.

Protocol, right?

[exhales]

Great workout, guys.

You ran for
six and a half blocks.

You better be very helpful.

Hey, I'm up for
whatever you need.

TONY: Huh?SAMPSON: I only ran

to keep up
with appearances.

The fake punches were
a great touch, though.

Those were real punches.

That's funny. I like you.

Uh, Sampson, we need
your login info

to access the Phoenician
Exchange Web site.

Already have a Tor
browser installed.

Said I'm up for anything,
but that--

that's bad for business.

It could trace back to me.

It won't.
Sorry.

Ask me anything else.

Anything?

Tony, no.

[Tony laughs]

Just... Sampson--
and we'll get back

to your nickname
in a second--

when exactly did
you date Delilah?

Just before Tim. Why?

TONY: So she went from
your shoe size

to his.

Hey, how's Delilah doing, Tim?

I heard about the accident.
I'd love to catch up with her.

She's well, but I don't
think she's really up for...

She's in the building.

Really?TONY: Yeah.

Do you think I could...No.

Depends.

I'm not risking it...

for anything less than
a coffee date with her.

What?!

Done!
Tony!

A supervised coffee date.

[computer beeping]

How did you get Sampson
to give up his vendor access?

Well, I guess I
intimidated him.

Where's Abby?

She just ran to Autopsy.

You get me for now.

Now, shouldn't you be
at your own office?

I mean, this case isn't
supposed to exist.

I am out sick today.

[coughs]

Are you trying to get fired?

No. I'm trying to find out
what happened to a man

who we thought died
in an explosion.

Kind of hits home for me.

And now, I am also
trying to take out

a major source
of illegal drugs--

drugs that can fund terrorism.

Which also hits home.

What is the problem, Tim?

That you getting in trouble
hits home for me.

That's all.

Oh.

Yeah.

[computer beeps]

So, you into the
PX's Tor protocols?

Funny that a program
developed by the

Naval Research Lab now makes
hidden Web sites possible.

I wrote a layman's
summary for Gibbs.

"There are 500 times
as many hidden sites

"as there are public ones.

They are called the Deep Web,
or Dark Web."

Well, you know Gibbs;
he probably

wouldn't have read it anyway.

Find anything?

You bet your ass I did.

Classified D.O.D.
security protocols.

Built into the site itself.

We developed these codes
to find hidden Web sites.

But the site is now using them
to protect itself.

Using our own weapons
against us.
Exactly.

But how did they get our intel
in the first place?

Lieutenant Jones
would have access to it.

Meaning he could be
a double agent.

ABBY: Gibbs, you
didn't pick up.

It went straight to voice mail.'Cause I'm already here, Abbs.

What do we got?Well, thanks to Ducky and Jimmy,

we're starting
to get some answers.

I analyzed the only evidence
that Tony and McGee

found at the
rundown apartment.Dried-up tissue.

Yes. I processed said mucus

and found viable traces
of blood inside.

It's a confirmed
DNA match

to Kit Jones.

GIBBS:
So, what's the problem?

What we found in his blood.

JIMMY: A low red
blood-cell count,

also known as anemia.

Plus, there was
a viral infection of the thymus.

DUCKY: Both are signs
of malnutrition.

Add that to the percentage
of oxycodone in his blood...

A sedative, which
in high enough doses,

could render Jones
completely unconscious.

Lieutenant is not
a double agent.

No.

He's a prisoner.

I'm still waiting, Jim.

Sir...For that explanation

as to why NCIS knows more

about our undercover asset
than we do.

Yes, sir.

A ball has been dropped.

It's a man's life.

I've got paperwork
in front of me

says you made contact with Jones
two days ago. That a lie?

VANCE: My people are saying
Jones has been captive

for at least a week.

My communications
have all been via e-mail.

It's possible they were
written under pretense.

But, sir, if he's being
tortured for intel,

he never used any of
our predetermined duress words.

You blaming him now, Brisco?

No, damn it. I am
just as upset as you.

He was my responsibility,
so let's...

set this right.

You've screwed enough pooches

to make a breeder blush,
not to mention me.

We're out, Brisco.

I'd rather you keep this
internal, Director.

As a favor?

So that call to the FBI?

Yours to make if you want, Leon.
You're on the clock now.

Have been.

Whoever's behind
that Web site has Jones.

Find them, we find him, Leon.

ABBY:
Lieutenant Jones was smart.

Like, really smart.

The security protocol
that he gave his captors

was developed by the D.O.D.

And I know how to decrypt them.

Turns out, he sent
us breadcrumbs.

Just sent you
a packet, Tim.

Breadcrumbs that are
actually backdoor hacks

that allow us to see
who's been accessing the site.

Coming your way, Abbs.

Okay, there's
still no user names

or server access to
take down the site.

McGEE: But, thanks to
Jones, we're able to see

local ISP access.

And somewhere the head of
Leroy Jethro Gibbs explodes.

We got a hit!

It's from the private ISP
of Bluemont Medical Center.

Someone at the hospital
is updating the Web site.

ABBY:
Okay, I'm cross-referencing

patient and staff names

with our case files.

Who's Ronald Troutman?

Landlord. He said he was
having knee surgery today.

Ooh. He's our dark webmaster.

Let's grab him.It's no guarantee he'll talk.

Leaving Jones to die.

ABBY: But if he
accessed the PX

from the hospital,
that means that

his computer's there.

If we could get to it,

we'd have our proof.

You mean, an undercover
operation of our own?

It's dangerous,
but not a bad idea.

GIBBS:
McGee, give me a sit rep.

McGEE:
Troutman's post-op.

Looks pretty out of it to me.

Got eyes on the laptop.

Now we just need
to get rid of his daughter.

Okay, send in
the junior varsity.

Hello.

[chuckles]
I'm. Dr. Mallard,

and this is, uh,
Nurse Jimmy.

Uh, is everything okay?

Of course, my dear.

Shift change, that's all.
Routine checkup.

Yes, good. Which means,
this would be a perfect time

for you to go get yourself
a cup of coffee.

I'm-I'm good.

Well, with the amount of
medication they've put into him,

your father will be
unconscious for some time.

Yup. I.V. fentanyl infusion.

Pre-med.

Ah. I see.

Right.

Well, I will just, uh,
check on his dressings here,

and, uh, change
his I.V. fluids.

Care to assist, Doctor?

No, thank you,

but perhaps
our medical student would.

She can help you cleanse
the peripatellar incision.

All we need is some gloves.

You can tell your father
that you were inside of him.

That's unique, right?

Maybe I could, uh,
use a cappuccino.

I'm sorry.

Why don't I join you? Yeah.

So, you're pre-med.Mm-hmm.

I-I wonder if it's in any
of the hospitals where I teach.

I thought you were
gonna hack in.
No time.

Got to swap out the
hard drive itself.

I should be able to decrypt
it and find Jones before...

Jimmy, he's awake.

What are you doing?

JIMMY:
Yeah, don't worry.

He's-he's as high
as a kite.

Wait.

I know you.

Jimmy!

Or not.

Are there violent
chinchilla babies here, too?

They were here.

[gasps]
No.

But we got rid of them.

[sighs]

Oh, God bless you.

God bless you, sir.

[whispers]:
God bless you.

See? I knew it'd be fine.

Oh, glad you're still here.

Oh. Hey, Wheels.
Hi.

Whose phone
records are these?

Melody Hanson, the fiancée.

On the off chance she's
not telling us something?

Or if she becomes a target.

So... I hear you're looking
to become Jane Bond.

I can do it.I don't doubt that.

In fact, I'm sure...
nobody does it better.

So, listen...

I know you and
Tim are close.

We have showered together.Really?

Mm. I opened an envelope
in this very room, and...

I need your advice.

Oh. Well, I think
he's an all-in-one,

body wash-shampoo
combo kind of guy.

Not advice on
showering with him.

I need to tell
Tim something.

So, with this case,
he thinks I'm trying

to lose my job,
but I'm-I'm not.

It's the opposite.

I'm trying to show
that I can do more.

To move up.

I can understand that.

Because there's this...

senior analyst opening in Dubai.

Dubai... is not... here.

I know.

Which leads me to another thing
that I need to tell Tim.

Uh...

Are you saying
that you're...?

[computer beeps]

You gonna check that?
What?

Kit Jones' fiancée
just received

six one-second phone
calls from a Leo S.

Who's that?

Leo's Restaurant.

It's where Jones proposed.

ABBY: As long as the encryption
isn't too advanced,

we should be in Troutman's
hard drive within the hour.

He could be awake
by then, Abby.

So, Tony said you wanted to talk
with me about something?

Yeah, but, uh, I can wait.

Okay. I can, too.

You had more to talk about?Yeah, but I can wait.

I can't.
Guys, we have a big problem.

What? Is the security
more advanced than we thought?

It's less. Way less.

I don't see anything.

Exactly.

This hard drive isn't
encrypted. It is blank.

Did we trigger a safeguard?

It's not a booby trap.

Troutman knew we were coming.

Someone tipped him off.

Stop!

Don't move.

Who are you? What agency?

NCIS.

Who's asking?

Don't come any closer.
And don't try anything funny.

I have to be funny.

It's my raison d'etre.
Give me the gun.

MAN:
It's not loaded.

Walk.

Lieutenant Jones.

I knew making those
phone calls was a mistake.

You trying to draw
Melody here?

To explain.

I couldn't stand another day
of her not knowing.

We want to help.
Right.

That's what
the last guy said.

Who's the last guy?

CIA Officer Brisco.

He was the one
holding me prisoner.

It was a trap.

And I fell for it.

There was never
any undercover operation.

CIA has the paperwork.

Paperwork,
sure, but...

it was all Brisco's ruse
to make me think

I was taking down the world's
largest online drug market.

And so you think instead he was
selling intel to the Web site?

I know he was.

He tortured me
for security codes.

All while using
the CIA

to finance the hotel explosion
and cover-up.

So everyone already thought
I was dead.

Not everyone.

Thank God you started digging.

I was afraid that no one
would ever believe me.

You do believe me?

We processed the apartment

where you were... held,

and there's no
sign of torture.

Because Brisco kept me
drugged up and in a bathtub.

It made my...

"business" easy to clean up.

Mm.

And you escaped
the night before.

If I had known you were coming,

I would've stayed
and baked cookies.
Hey.

I have to ask.

Brisco kept me
so high

that I barely remember
crawling out of that place

on my hands and knees.

I found a gun
that he left behind, and...

I hid in a storm drain
across the street

till the drugs
got out of my system.

Agent DiNozzo,
if I was in on this,

why would I risk coming back
for Melody?

You buy this?

Yeah.

But it doesn't help us catch
the son of a bitch who did it.

CIA's disavowed Brisco.

Guy's in the wind.

And with Troutman's laptop
being erased,

we're back at square one.

We still got Troutman.

But we got nothing
to incriminate him, Gibbs.

We got nothing to make him talk.

But if that doesn't work,
we lose Brisco for good

and any leverage we had
to take out that Web site.

It'll work, Leon.

I hope you're right.

[clears throat]

Nurse?

Nurse, can I get another
Jell-O cup? Orange this time.

That was fast.

PX.

CIA. Talk.

CIA? Badge says "NCIS."

Sorry.
Ow!

You know, that's
gonna hurt a lot more

once the painkillers
wear off.

Ow! Sorry, what's-what's...
what's going on?

We know about your connection
to the Phoenician Exchange

and Officer Brisco.

Where is he?Okay, I must...

still be a little out of it,
'cause I don't understand

a thing you're saying.

You understand
life in prison?

Ow, ow! Nurse. Nurse!

I think they're
on their lunch break.

We need your server locations
and admin passwords.

Ow, ow, ow, ow...
All right,

I'll give you anything you want.
Just stop, stop, stop!

Locations and passwords.

All right.
All right.

Just-just...
tell me what those are

and I'll get them.[sighs] He's playing games.

No, no, no, no,
no, no. I'm not.

Just tell me how to...
how to give them to you.

Do I have to... do I have
to sign into my AOL or...

AOL?

Even you know what that is.

Bishop,

give me your phone.

[groans]
Here.

Call a lawyer.
You're gonna want one.

I can use my phone.

No. Use this one.

[clears throat]

Ah.

Where do I dial?

[sighs] He's not
our computer mastermind.

But his laptop
was wiped.

Someone was hiding their link
to the PX.

I don't have a laptop.

So... this...

belongs to...

I take it back.
That's-that's mine.

That's my laptop.

You supposed
to be meeting someone?

Yeah. Didn't know it
was gonna be a coed.

Turns out,
med school's expensive.

Not what I thought
I was getting into

when I started buying
security intel from you.

Internet's a scary place.

Then I get a tip
from you

that NCIS is onto me?

I wouldn't have sent you to
my father's apartment building.

You never said anything
about being CIA.

That's the beauty of anonymity.

My money?

And if you're thinking about
negotiating me down, remember...

tip-offs can go both ways.

I'll give you even more

if you help me
get out of the country.

Please?

I'm sure
you'll figure something out.

Then we're done here.

So if you'll excuse me.

Kid.

Good luck.

BRISCO [recorded]: My money?
And if you're thinking about

negotiating me down, remember...
tip-offs can go both ways.

That good enough?

We got it.

And my plea deal?

Yeah. It's intact.

As long as you give
us the Web site.

Turn around.

[handcuffs clicking]

Better pour two.

Jones.

Uh... I'm surprised
you found me.

You were smart not
to go to the Feds.

You don't have to
tell them anything.

I was supposed to have
my wedding reception here.

I trusted you!

McGEE:
It's over, Brisco.

[handcuffs clicking]

You were right.

You're nothing
like Trent Kort.

You're worse.

He never denied
being a worm.

You okay?

Yeah. What time is it?

Uh, almost 5:00. Why?

I need one more favor,
Agent McGee.

[church bell tolling]

[sniffles, sobs]

You ready for this?

I've been ready.

Oh, and I brought cake.

[both laugh]

Hope we made it in time.

I called the judge and
told him the circumstances.

He was willing
to wait.

So, we... both wanted
to talk to each other.

You go first.

Okay.

I think that you should
go for that job in Dubai.

Tony told me
about it.

And if it's what you want,
then I want it for you.

Thank you.

It is.

Ever since my accident,
I've felt like...

a seesaw, back and forth.

Normal and not.

It wasn't until I went back
to work, I realized that...

normal has changed
because I have.

I get that.

Working on a computer screen
in a dark room...

...that just isn't me anymore.

So I do want
to take the new job.

But that means one big change.

A long-distance relationship?

What?

I'll only go if we can
still make this work.

I know I've changed,

but you haven't, and you're
still the guy I want to be with.

[chuckles softly]

Did I scare you
with that last part?

Yes.
Oh.

[chuckles]
No, I'm kidding.

Um, listen, uh...

I wanted to give these to you
'cause I feel the same way.

Just, now it'll be
for when you get back.

Deal?

Deal.

JONES:
Agent McGee!

We forgot witnesses.

Any chance
you two can help us out?

Absolutely.

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