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Please
state the nature of your emergency.

Help me. I crashed my car.
Someone's after me.

I'm sorry, sir,
you need to slow down.

It's a bad line.
Which emergency service?

Police! Send the police!

I'm sorry, sir, the line is very
bad. Can you speak up? Sir?

Sir?

Gunnery Sergeant Edward T. Tyler,
United States Marine Corps.

Semper fi, you son of a bitch!

Morning all.

There's a box on my desk.

Mind like a steel trap.

- More like a mouse trap.
- Mm-hm.

That looks just like the box
Kensi got a few weeks ago.

Check the shipping label address,
Deeks.

Wait a minute.

That is the box Kensi got a few weeks
ago. What is it doing on my desk?

- No, no, no.
- Morning.

- No, this is not what it looks like.
- Looks like a man holding a box.

An innocent man. I have witnesses.
It was addressed to you,

I was taking it back to you.
Looks like I took it but I didn't.

It was put there accidentally,
maybe on purpose.

And now I'm stuck
holding your box.

- I'll just put it on your d...
- I put it on your desk.

You put it on my desk?

- But it's your box.
- And now it's yours.

My box?

Your box. So if you could just
take it off my desk, please.

Just to clarify,
you're giving me your box?

Okay.

What's in it?

- What's in the box?
- Open it and find out.

Is this some sort of, uh, devilish trick
that's payback for me snooping?

Because I didn't do it. I didn't Google
the sender of said box in question.

It's not a trick, Deeks.

Fine. I'll just, uh...

I'll just open it, then. Just open the box.

Just gonna open the box.

Nothing to lose here.
Nothing to see, just box opening.

We got business.

Hello?

Hello.

Later.

I don't have to play
your reindeer games.

Whatever.

- She's good.
- Oh, she's very good.

A two-whistle case, Mr. Beale?

That's my fault. We were dealing
with a, uh, delivery of sorts.

- Oh, yes, the box.
- What?

A man's been found,
shot through the back of the head,

execution style. Mr. Beale.

The shooting took place
four days ago in Griffith Park,

but the body wasn't identified
until yesterday.

An Indonesian national,
Rachmed Santoso.

Mr. Santoso was a vocal supporter
of radical Islam

and a suspected arms dealer.

Increased chatter amongst Taliban
groups in Afghanistan in recent weeks

indicates a terrorist attack against
the United States is imminent.

Yes? Speaking.

Uh, Santoso dropped off the grid
10 days ago,

after his name was mentioned
in several cell phone intercepts,

suggesting he had an involvement
in the crime.

What happened to his shoes?

They're missing.
It would appear the killer took them.

People have been killed for less.

Santoso had $2,000 in cash
in his jacket pocket,

so L.A.P.D. ruled out robbery
as a motive.

A change in plans.

Ballistics report incoming,
Mr. Beale.

Got it.

Santoso's murder weapon
was used two days later

to kill a United States Marine
in Idaho.

Gunnery Sergeant Edward Tyler.

He was found beside the road,
night before last.

Shot in the back of the head,
execution style.

Two victims, same weapon,
a thousand miles apart.

Pack your bags, gentlemen,
you're going to Idaho.

Little town of Moscow.

Meeting state or local police?

Neither. Our red team's
already on the ground.

Their case may have
national security implications.

Tick tock, gentlemen.

Ms. Blye, Mr. Deeks,

find Mr. Santoso's shoes,
if you would?

Twenty-two caliber round,
low noise, low velocity.

Bullet rattles around inside the skull.
No exit wound.

And the ground is still soft
from the rain.

No clear signs of a struggle.

The shooter must have walked up
from behind him.

That's weird.
There's only one set of shoe prints,

which means our shooter can
either levitate and-or he's a ghost.

- I don't believe in ghosts.
- Really?

Hey, uh, how come
we don't have a color?

What do you mean?

The agents who went to Idaho
were the red team.

How come we're not the silver team
or the gold team or the platinum team?

Colors identify each team
that work inside that division.

Blue team, green team, red team.

They operate out of Georgia
but they're never home.

They work, travel, sleep together.
It's like living on a submarine.

Wait, what? Stop the press.
Did you say "sleep together"?

Down, Rover. Separate bunks.

They deploy everywhere.
Even overseas.

How does one get on
one of these teams?

You become an NCIS agent, detective.

Oh, right, yeah.

What do you got?

I also don't believe in levitation.

Those are very neatly placed.

So we are looking for a shooter
with OCD?

Creeps up behind Santoso,

pops him, slips on his shoes,

walks all the way back
down the road,

stepping in his own footsteps,
eliminating them.

So the shooter's not a ghost,
he's just clever.

Very clever.

Thanks, guys.

Welcome to Moscow, Idaho.
Danny Gallagher, logistics officer.

- Agent Callen.
- Sam Hanna.

You guys ever been to Moscow
before?

- Not this Moscow.
- The locals say this one's even colder.

At least no one will be trying
to kill me here.

When did your team arrive?

Uh, yesterday. We got three agents,
two tech supports, including myself,

and our team leader,
Agent Paris Summerskill.

I've heard of her. Never met her.

Ahem. Well, right now, you know,
Paris is kind of outranked.

- Outranked?
- Yeah.

By who?

That would be me, Agent Callen.

Now get your gear in
before we all freeze our asses off.

We flew the trucks in
yesterday from Florida.

You never know where
you're gonna end up next with this job.

I was in San Francisco
when Hetty briefed me.

Given the heightened security level,
I thought I'd make the detour.

- First time I've seen it.
- Our home away from home.

Trust me, you're gonna love it.

We're back.

- Hi, guys.
- Hey.

This is it.

State of the art.

State of the art, my ass.

Can you hold this?
We got a damn snow melt.

Those geniuses in Washington
didn't think about

snow accumulating on a flat roof?

I told them about this last year.
They never listen.

Heh. And I went to Caltech for this.

Tell someone who cares, Kai.

You care, Owen?

Not unless I have to write
a memo about it.

Thank you, sir.

Sam, Callen, meet our boss,
Paris Summerskill.

Callen. Heard a lot about you.

You too, Sam.

- Hope it's good.
- Mostly.

- Special Agent Claire Keats.
- Hey.

- Either of you smoke?
- No.

Damn.

Over there, that's Dave Flynn,

our forensic specialist
and tonight's cook.

- No vegetarians?
- No.

That's a relief. Wait, wait.
No vegans either, right?

- No.
- Great.

I'll just do the croutons
and supper is up.

We'll get an early start in the morning,
assuming this storm blows itself out.

In the meantime, drop your gear,
make yourself at home.

The head's back that way. Oh, Danny,
the head's backed up again.

Aw, man.

You guys might wanna take a bucket.

Welcome to red team.

Tyler was in Moscow on a five-day
leave, visiting his sister.

- You spoken with her?
- Mm.

She's pretty cut up.
Eddie was her only brother.

I'll have some bread. Thanks.

- Sergeant Tyler have clearance?
- Low level. Worked in transport.

He made a call
from a roadside emergency phone.

Said he'd crashed his car.
Someone was chasing him.

Emergency services found him
about 10 minutes later.

Low-caliber round to the back
of his head, like he was executed.

- Motive?
- Definitely wasn't robbery.

His wallet, his cash and his credit
cards were found next to his body.

Not the way Marines normally end up
getting murdered, if there is a normal.

The ballistics report linking him
to Santoso's murder

puts it in a whole different light.

Incoming.

Twenty-four, seven,
we're always open.

Sorry to crash your supper,
Miss Summerskill.

- Evening, Henrietta.
- Owen.

Mr. Callen, Mr. Hanna.

- Hetty.
- Hey.

Calling to brief you on the latest
with the Santoso investigation. Eric?

Uh, right. The briefing. Ahem.

Uh, well, uh, Kensi and Deeks... Um,
uh, Agent Blye and Detective Deeks,

they went to the crime scene

and they found
Santoso's missing shoes.

And, uh, Nell and I,
uh, we have been...

We are in the process of checking
Santoso's missing phone records,

- but nothing to report.
- Yet.

- Nothing yet.
- Right.

Thank you, Eric.

So how is everyone getting on
in Idaho?

Everything's fine, Henrietta.

Mr. Callen?

All good.

Miss Summerskill?

Um, it's great to have company
for dinner.

Dave makes a mean chicken soup.

Fish.

- It was fish.
- That was fish?

Excellent.

We regroup tomorrow.

Go to bed.

Stay warm.

Shut it down, Eric.

- What was that all about?
- Something.

- Something she's not telling us.
- Something she may never tell us.

Cozy.

- Why do you get the bottom bunk?
- Got here first.

G, the last time I slept
on the top bunk,

I rolled over and landed on
a petty officer tying his shoelaces.

Broke his arm in three places.

Okay,
now that's what I'm talking about.

- Hetty's checking up on us.
- Yep.

Take a stab at guessing why?

Maybe she wanted to see
if you and, uh, Paris hit it off.

That's a good-looking woman, G.

You snore, I'm gonna shoot you.

So, what's the connection
between Eddie Tyler,

a Marine with an impeccable
military record,

and a zealot like Santoso?

Both shot in the back of the head
with a low-velocity round.

All the hallmarks
of a professional hit.

A professional would never use
the same weapon twice.

The shooter's getting arrogant.

He doesn't believe
he's ever gonna get caught.

Cozy.

Yeah, cozy.

Eric?

- Eric?
- Yeah, just leaving.

You didn't go home last night?

I didn't... Is it morning?

- It's 0500.
- Oh, my gosh.

What exactly were you doing
all night?

- Uh, sleeping upright in this chair.
- Right.

But before that? What is this?

I was getting a lead on Santoso.

- On his car. Nell, I found his car.
- Great.

Okay. Hetty's unexpected briefing
freaked me out

because we didn't have anything.
I mean, we had nothing.

That was, like, a non-briefing.

I don't know what she was expecting
to hear, but she didn't hear it.

- Yeah, yeah, it was weird.
- Yeah.

So I stayed and trawled cameras in the
neighborhood where Santoso was shot.

I found this.

He parked the car in a lot

a quarter mile from the road
where his body was found.

It's still there.

And it was a rental.

Santoso was using a fake name
and driver's license,

but he slipped up.

He used a real address.

- It's West Hollywood.
- Cheap, short-term vacation rentals.

I called them. He's been staying there
the past couple weeks.

That's about the same time his name
was linked to the planned attacks.

- Kensi or Deeks?
- Both.

Federal agents!

- Clear?
- Clear.

Well, either Santoso really likes pizza,
or he had company for dinner.

I think it was more
than a dinner party.

Three extra sleeping bags in this room.
At least four of them holed up in here.

All right, so how many terrorists
does it take to make a cell?

- Hey, Kens. What do you got?
- Hey, Eric.

We need any security
and traffic cam footage you can find

on Santoso's apartment
for the past week.

- Santoso had company.
- On it.

Bad company.

Nine millimeter ammo.
Military grade.

Enough for someone to start a war.

Finally, you can
break out those snow shovels.

And we might not have seen
the last of it.

The National Weather Service

is continuing the winter storm watch
for Moscow, Potlach...

Morning.

Which fridge?

I'm sorry?

Um, the butter.

The lower fridge.

That might not be butter.

What might that be?

Evidence or a sample
or maybe something Dave's growing.

Kitchen doubles as a lab
when we're in the field.

Dave's usually pretty good
at labeling things.

I'm sorry. Here.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Damn!

- Sounds like Sam just woke up.
- Heh.

He got an early start.

Yeah, he told Claire he wanted to review
the evidence we've collected so far.

- Busy crime scene?
- Hardly. It was snowing.

There wasn't much left to find. There
was no tire tracks, no footprints.

There was no physical evidence.

The crime scene was processed
by the local sheriff's department.

It looks like the shooter
emptied Tyler's pockets.

He was very neat, methodical.

- Only thing obvious that's missing is...
- His cell phone.

Which he used to call his
sister 10 minutes before he was killed.

You said last night that he called
for help from a roadside phone.

Right. Why didn't he use his phone?

- Maybe he left it in the car.
- We checked.

So he's driving to his sister's.

Suddenly, he realizes
that someone's following him.

So he tries to get away.

He loses control on the icy road.

Drags himself out, maybe keeps
running because he's still being chased.

He pulls out his own phone
to call for help.

It's cold, he's shaken up,
he's scared. He drops it.

We're gonna need a metal detector.

- He's got an agenda.
- Granger always has an agenda.

- Maybe he knew the victim.
- Or he knew the killer.

No. He'd tell us. Wouldn't he?

Absolutely.

You don't like him.

We have trust issues.

It's an unusual name.

Paris?

This coming from a guy whose name
is a letter in the alphabet.

- I could call you by your initial.
- No.

- It has a ring to it. More of a tinkle.
- No, that's okay. Okay. Heh.

I was, um...

I was born in Paris.

My mother was a dancer.

Yes, and my dad played cello
for their band.

I know. I come from a creative family
and I ended up a cop. Go figure.

Paris is a beautiful city.

Yeah.

Very romantic.

It snow much yesterday?

Oh, it was heavy.
Eased off in the afternoon.

Someone's been here since then.

No one from my team.

Well, whoever it was,
they spent some time here.

Lot of tracks between where
Tyler crashed and where he was shot.

They were looking for something.

Maybe the same thing
we're looking for.

Santoso was staying in an apartment
with at least five other people.

Evidence suggests
they geared up for a fight.

Hey, guys.

Here we go.

Forty-eight hours in the snow. Looks
like we're gonna need a new battery.

We did a preliminary check
on his phone log.

Mostly work-related calls,
a few family calls,

but nothing out of the ordinary.

Shooter spent valuable getaway time
searching the body.

Yeah, and possibly came back for a
look once the crime scene was cleared.

Has to be the phone.

Well, if there's something,
our guys will find it.

Danny, pull over. Let him pass.

Pull off! Pull off!

Stay back.

Go, go, go!

Where'd he go?

- Danny?
- You stay with her, I got him.

Danny!

Here, I got you. Lie on your back.

I got you. You're gonna be all right.

Kai, we got a man down.

Need an ambulance
to our GPS location now.

I lost his tracks in amongst the rocks.
He must have had a car somewhere.

What about the real
snow plow driver?

Dumped in a ditch by the roadside.

Shot in the head, low-caliber round,
same as the others.

- Tell me we got something, Dave.
- Let's take a look.

- How's Danny?
- He's in surgery.

Ruptured spleen, other internal
injuries from the impact.

- They're gonna call us.
- Put jt up.

You should be getting a feed, Eric.

Got it.

Okay. Half a dozen photos,
no saved voicemails,

a string of text messages
to Karen.

- His sister.
- Yeah, and a couple other guys.

Check the camera roll.

Looks like he was having some fun.

Any recent videos?

Uh, yeah.

This is worse than
Thanksgiving. Look at these poor people.

- Look at the date.
- Yeah, same day he was shot.

- What airport is that?
- O'Hare.

Yeah, he had a layover in Chicago.

Ooh, she's cute.

Sorry, ma'am, I got a girl.

I love you, Sara, baby.

- That's it?
- That's it.

Play it again.

More towards the end.

What are we looking for, Claire?

She looks up, steps back.

There, the guy, behind her.
He covers his face.

- Back it up a couple frames, Kai?
- Here you go.

He filmed somebody
who didn't want to be filmed?

- Facial recognition. We need a name.
- Yeah, you got it.

Tyler was killed because he shot
some innocent phone-cam video

in an airport terminal?

That sucks.

Tyler was wearing a Marine uniform.

If you're a terrorist,
that might be reason enough.

He's not from the Middle East.

Fair skin, fair hair.

The kind of terrorist we should
fear the most. One of us.

Get his photo out
to all major airports.

Find him.

Thank you, Miss Summerskill.

- Owen.
- Hetty.

Eric.

Anything more
on Santoso's apartment?

Kensi and Deeks are still working on it.

You can always open it.

Or you could just tell me what's inside
of it and why you gave it to me.

We need to find out who came
and went from Santoso's apartment.

No security cameras,
no ATM's nearby.

- What's this building here?
- Listed as a private business.

Property owner is Amber Starr.

Wait, what? The Amber Starr?

I doubt there's two. Do you know her?

- She runs a string of massage parlors.
- Security conscious?

You kidding? She's probably got
more cameras than the Pentagon.

But she's not just gonna hand over
her hard drive to anyone.

But she does owe me a favor.

Stop. Go back.

Twenty-four hours ago.

Four guys, plus the driver.

No prizes for guessing
what's inside those duffel bags.

Eric, hold it there, please.

Bugger.

Got a name on the airport guy.

TSA security footage
out of Los Angeles.

Facial recognition scan.
It's, uh, probably a fake ID,

but a Robert Spears flew in to LAX
at 6 a.m. this morning.

All right.

I'm gonna send Callen and Sam back
to Los Angeles.

- You can wrap up your investigation here.
- Okay.

- Incoming.
- Paris, Owen,

we've had a disturbing development.

Earlier today, a man named Ari Sayed
and four others

were recorded
leaving Santoso's apartment.

They're all Afghani military,

and disappeared from a DOD
training course last month in Texas.

- What sort of training?
- Advanced aeronautics.

They're all qualified pilots.

Spears rented a car
when he flew in to L.A.

Same credit card was used to rent the
van that picked up the men at Santoso's.

Spears upgraded,
got himself a car with GPS.

- Where is it now?
- About two blocks away.

Burbank police found it in the driveway
of a house owned by a TSA officer.

They found his body in the garage,
dead less than an hour.

His security pass was missing.

They also found a spray paint can
and a stencil with the letters T-S-A.

Spears is the head of the snake.

He took out Santoso,
who supplied weapons to his cell.

He didn't trust him or need him.

He took out Sergeant Tyler on the off
chance someone recognized him.

Spears is a Westerner. Which
do you think? Money or ideology?

Money, I hope.

Both vehicles, let's load them up.

Alert Burbank authorities
to lock down access to the airport.

And we need to know which gate
TSA personnel use to drive on.

Stand by.

Callen, end of the street, Gate B.

Got it.

Sam, the white van.

Hang on, Kensi. Stay close.

Roger that.

ID.

Moving! Moving!
Paris, with me. On Spears.

Turn over! Over!

Four dead, one slightly wounded.

Spears?

He got away.

- What's in the box?
- Wow, that is a fantastic question.

Why don't you ask my partner?
Not that she's gonna tell you.

I forgot his birthday.

I felt bad, so I decided to get him
something that he's always wanted

more than anything else in the world.

Cool.

Claire gave me socks for my birthday.
They gave me a rash.

You already had the rash, Dave.

But it got worse.
They're warm socks, though.

You really did that?

Open it, find out.

And what if you got it wrong?

I mean, because life doesn't get
any better than this moment

because everything I ever wanted
is inside this box, right?

There's no real reason to open it,
then, is there?

Nope.

There isn't.

It's not socks, is it?

I'm just gonna put it up here.

Danny?

Yeah, they're taking him off
the critical list.

- That's good news.
- Yeah.

Well, you're a man down.

A couple months, that's all.

I better tell the team.

Eric and Nell are checking
cell phone calls with the NSA.

We might have leads on Spears
within the hour.

I want this guy.

You're not the only one.

You weren't in San Francisco, Owen.

You were in New York
on your way to Washington.

You've seen his work before.

Our shooter's got a name now.
Or at least a face.

Long story, is it?

Red team's a man down.

You really want me to approve this?

It's about time
they put the past behind them.

As long as you don't expect me
to tell her.

No.

My decision, my job.

Oh, bugger, he's early.

Roy.

Sorry to hear about Danny.

Yeah, he's gonna be all right.

Good.

- Evening, Roy.
- Hetty, sir.

- Roy.
- You're early.

Um, Roy is going to be filling in
until Danny's fit for duty.

You good with that?

I didn't see that.

Well, that wasn't so bad, was it, Roy?

Roy!

It's okay. Okay.

Where were you?

You okay?

Yeah. Never better.

What'd he do?

He didn't stay down.

Why don't you just go ahead and ask?

About Roy.

Okay.

What about Roy?

I should have told you
to go to hell.

Well, you wouldn't have been the first
to make that suggestion.

But, look, here you are.

Why'd you offer me this?

But the more intriguing question, Roy,
is why did you accept?

Redemption.

Hers or yours?

We used to work together,
a few years back.

New York field office.

We were partners.

Roy was an agent.

When did he stop being an agent?

When he got shot.

What happened that night?

What happened?
You sent us out there, Hetty.

You set up the operation.
You know what happened.

You were investigating
a weapons dealer in New York.

You were ambushed in an alley.

Three of the assailants were killed.

You were wounded, you almost died.

That's right. So why are you asking?

Because that's not the full story.

I work alone now.

I used to work alone.

You miss it?

Not since I've been
with the big fella.

It's good to have a partner.

You and Paris were such a good team.

Why are you trying
to put us together again?

As you said. Redemption.

Ours or yours?

Yeah.

Okay, we're on the way.

We've got a lead on Spears.

Working on the assumption
Spears used his cell phone

immediately after
we stopped the attack,

uh, we checked all calls originating
in and around the airport

and came up with this.

Call made to a satellite phone three and
a half minutes after Spears slipped away.

NSA routinely records
satellite phone calls.

This is what they got.

I need you to get me out of here now.

Okay, I get it.

Just saying, it's gonna take some time
for me to organize.

- It's gonna cost.
- How long?

The day after tomorrow, okay?

There's a hotel,
the El Centro West Plaza.

Book a room, use the name Jackson.

You hole up there
and you wait to be contacted.

Stay away from the border checkpoints.
They'll be watching for you.

The guy who smuggled you over
the border will take you back across.

- Have you got that?
- Yeah.

Stay off the phone.

Spears is English.

The other guy sounds like a contractor,
hired to provide technical support.

- How far is El Centro?
- Three hours south, on the border.

Spears is our priority.

I don't want him coming back to try this
again with another terrorist cell.

Mr. Callen, interrogate
the surviving terrorist

and find our friend
on the satellite phone.

Miss Summerskill, get your team down
to El Centro.

- Watch that hotel.
- Yeah.

And, Miss Summerskill,

you're still a man down.

Okay.