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CHLOE: What's it called?

It was just released. It's called a "web browser."

Cool name. What is it? A new development stack?

No. You use it to connect to something called...

the Internet. (modem beeping)

And then what? Watch.

Is that the phone company?

It's their website, yeah.

Wait.

Are you tunneling into their backend servers?

Yup. I figured out a way

to make long-distance phone calls for free.

Oh, my God.

Do you know how much money we could make?

I just want to be able to call my dad when he's on deployment.

I hear you, but...

do you know how much money we could make?

Do it for your dad

and the extra pocket change.

Oops.

MOM: Timothy McGee! What did you do now?

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- So what did your mom do? - Grounded me for a week.

Can't believe you still have it.

Yeah, it's the first PC I ever built.

- Made me realize that... - You would never have a girlfriend?

Um, I've had plenty of girlfriends, thank you.

Yeah, one even helped him build this.

No, actually that was just a "girl-dash-friend."

Oh, so, like, "pathetic-dash-disturbing."

I pulled this bad boy out of the mothballs last week,

see if I could get the twins started

on computer science early.

Well, it's a really nice design.

McGEE: Well, the twins had other ideas. Morgan threw up

on the CPU and Johnny peed on the hard drive.

Okay.

I'm gonna see if I can get Kasie to help me fix it.

Good luck with that. She's hiding.

Hiding? From what?

SULLIVAN: I hope you kept records. - Him.

This is insane. I've never been audited in my life.

Well, if it makes you feel better, it wasn't just you.

Agent Gibbs' entire team was sloppy

with their expense reports. What?

Wait, what? We're being audited?

Did you think I was organizing my receipts for fun?

No, that's something that dorks

who build their own computers do. (laughs)

I hope you have a receipt for that.

I'm sorry, who are you?

Dick Sullivan. Deputy Inspector General, DoD.

Does Gibbs know about this?

Rule 99.

"Never tell Gibbs he's being audited."

That's not a real thing. Dead body. Gear up.

Um... Um, no, no, no, wait. Um...

Still need to get, uh...

I still need everyone's...

BISHOP: This is the third Navy contractor

to drop dead this year. Got bruises on his neck.

Hey, can I borrow a pen? No way. Get your own.

What? Since when did you become a pen Nazi?

Since I found out that pens are not expensable.

That's crazy.

Yeah, you know what's crazy is that my protein powder

is not expensable, either.

Yeah, I would file that one under "duh."

Ranger found the body about an hour ago.

GIBBS: Witnesses?

McGEE: They canvassed nearby campgrounds,

no one saw anything.

Think this belongs to our murderer?

Well, it's a shovel, McGee. It's-it's by a dead body.

You tell me.

Ground's frozen,

killer gave up.

So what do we have here?

TORRES: Dead Navy contractor.

JIMMY: That's the third one this year.

Am I the only one that doesn't keep track of these things?

This looks like...

strangulation.

And this...

Not my department. Agent Bishop, if you would.

BISHOP: Mm-hmm.

What do we got? BISHOP: An empty notebook.

Pages torn out. Oh, wait.

I see some indentations.

- Oh. - You know pens are not expensable.

All right, I got some numbers here.

"4, 20,

19, 94."

That's funny. That's the exact same date that I got my, uh...

Z28?

Yeah, back when I lived in...

Hampstead?

TORRES: Uh...

Can someone explain to me what just happened?

That's one of my old computer passwords.

Well, McGee, why does a dead guy

have one of your old computer passwords in his pocket?

BISHOP: Edward Kane, 45.

Worked at the Defense Payroll Service at DoD.

Bean counter.

Been missing since Thursday, and Jimmy says

he's been dead for about four days.

- McGee? - Boss, I don't know the name.

I've never seen this guy before in my life.

He knows you, or at least your password.

Unless it's a coincidence.

Do you know the odds of a 19-digit string

randomly matching your...

9,000,652,000 to one, yes.

What do we got?

Phone records. Nothing too exciting.

Bunch of calls to mom, sis, yada yada,

but the last call that Kane made before he disappeared...

is really interesting, to a high school in the middle of nowhere.

Oh, you got to be kidding me. Don't tell me it's yours.

Well, one of them. We moved every time my dad transferred.

You sure you didn't go to high school with this guy?

Boss, I'm-I'm positive

that I did not go to high school with this guy.

I remember everyone at the school.

I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

Well, I have an awesome feeling that, uh, you're going back.

WOMAN (over P.A.): It is SAT prep time.

Juniors and seniors, you can sign up...

So I talked to the front office.

Uh, Kane called, asked to talk to the guy

who runs the computer lab,

an Andrew Lewis.

You're kidding. Mr. Lewis?

Can't believe he's still here.

Yeah, I was never really a fan,

but I'm sure the guy remembers me.

Oh, Mr. Lewis. Yeah, and who are you?

It's me, Tim McGee. Doesn't ring a bell.

Made quite an impression.

I was in your computer class senior year.

I was actually top of your class.

You judged a talent show

that I tried out for.

Oh, right, sure. It's, um... Tim.

McGee. Yeah. McGee.

I'm Special Agent Nick Torres. NCIS.

I'm actually late for a rehearsal right now.

We're doing Cats, again, so, um, if you could, uh...

Ask you a few questions while we're standing here?

Yeah, I like the idea.

Okay, um, this really is...

Our records show that last week you talked to an Edward Kane.

Mm... No. No, I didn't.

Uh, in fact, I've never heard the name before.

So you don't know this guy?

No. Anything else?

You should pay more attention to your star pupils.

Top of the class here. We'll be in touch.

What do you think?

I think I can't believe he doesn't remember me.

Seems a little squirrelly, don't you think?

Yeah, he's definitely hiding something.

I'm not surprised, though.

To be honest, I never really liked the guy.

Seems like you guys had some history.

Yeah, you could say that.

Wow. Pretty sharp.

And expensive-looking.

Well, I worked all summer for them.

Selling free long-distance

would've been an easier way to make a buck.

Easier way to go to jail.

Well, that summer gig was worth it.

You look great.

Too bad you suck.

Please. They don't call me

"Timothy Soft Shoes Savant McGee"

for nothing. (laughs)

You're the only one who calls you that.

Who's on deck? Me, Mr. Lewis.

Ah. One minute.

So what's it gonna be next year in college?

Gonna go for the big leagues?

I was actually thinking about majoring in writing.

What do you think? Pretty crazy?

I think it's a great idea,

but it's not me you need to worry about.

I know. "Son, every McGee since the last millennium

has gone into the Navy."

You should just tell him no.

Chloe, he's not exactly the guy who takes no for an answer.

Maybe you should listen to him.

Well, I'm just judging by what I hear

your English teachers say

and how well you did in the talent show last year.

Thanks for the encouragement?

I'm just saying that talent is a real thing,

not everybody has it.

You should find out what you're good at, just do that.

I mean, what kind of teacher doesn't nurture

a budding flower, you know?

Alcohol wipes, babe.

Well, turned out all right, didn't it?

Well, I don't know about that.

Haven't tapped since college, and I'm a failure as a writer.

You wrote a best seller, Tim.

Yeah, that was, uh, ten years ago,

and it was two best sellers, by the way. Torx driver.

I thought you were happy at NCIS.

I am. It's just...

Last thing I wanted to do as a kid was join the Navy.

And you didn't.

You know, I don't fight for the Navy,

but I am a cop for it.

Um, Tim, what is it doing?

Oh.

Looks like it's opening up an Internet Relay Chat.

On its own?

And IRC? Who uses that anymore?

Timothy, why is your computer talking to you?

I'm sorry, did I get here before you?

Don't just sit there, uh, ask it.

Who is this?

Is this really creepy, or is it just me?

No, it's not just you.

Ask it what it wants. Okay.

"What do you want?" (typing)

"No."

Don't say that.

What? Why? Because clearly,

whoever that is wants you to be alone,

so let them think you are alone.

Okay, okay.

Yes. I'm alone.

Go to the kids, now. Tim...

Someone could be in the building.

Call Gibbs.

Actually, call 911, then call Gibbs.

Be careful.

NCIS.

If someone's out there,

come out now with your hands on your head.

DELILAH: (screams) Tim!

Delilah?

Delilah?!

So I went back for the kids, like Tim said,

and a, a minute later, I heard a noise in the kitchen.

Yeah, well, it looks like the intruder came in through

the guest room window. - All right.

Bag and tag everything he touched.

So I thought Tim had come back, but when I went to check,

that's when I saw him,

and that's when I screamed.

And then a second later, I heard gunshots.

You recognize him?

Okay, I'll let her know.

- Hey. - Your mom says the twins are already asleep.

So that's all it takes, just a little shooting.

We should do this every day.

Sorry, but McGee, uh, hit the limit of how many people

he can shoot in his apartment. (chuckles)

What's he talking about?

I do not know. Um, but I have packed

your bag here, ready to go to your mom's.

What is he talking about? Not a big deal,

all right, but couple of years ago, while you were in Dubai,

there was a break-in here at the apartment,

and, um, I shot someone.

In our apartment?

- Yeah. - And you failed to mention that to me?

Ah, don't look at me, pal.

Good luck with that, man.

Bishop, little help?

Nope. You are on your own, McGee.

Not really a big fan of secrets right now.

DELILAH: Okay, let's hear it.

Look, I just, I didn't want you to worry.

Well, now I'm worrying for a whole new set of reasons.

Like, what else aren't you telling me?

Nothing. I'm not hiding anything from you at all.

No. I swear. Scout's honor.

So, is it, uh, is it just the one,

or did you guys find another

mummified body under the bed?

Okay, hang on, hang on.

I might have failed to mention

there was also a mummified body, but...

Mum... Hang on.

We have bigger fish to fry,

like finding out why this guy

tried to lure me out of the apartment,

and what was he after? I'm guessing this.

My old computer?

Why would anyone want your old computer?

I have no idea. Until last week,

I hadn't turned it on since high school.

And what were you doing with it in high school?

You want a piece of this?

How about this?