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MOM: Dinner's ready!

In a minute, Mom!

I'm doing my homework!

MOM: Tim!

Mom!

♪ Is that the way we stand? ♪

♪ Were you lying all the time? ♪

♪ Was it just a game to you? ♪

♪ But I'm in so deep ♪

♪ You know I'm such a fool for you ♪

♪ You've got me wrapped around... ♪ GIBBS: McGee.

You know, boss, I can't think of anything I did with

this computer that's relevant to what's going on here.

Aw, man.

Looks like we missed her.

She's probably on a coffee break.

At 8:00 a.m.? Mm-hmm.

Well, I hope she doesn't try to expense any venti double lattes.

It was a single and I was on a stakeout

and I needed the boost to stay awake.

Officially.

Hey.

Coast is clear.

I owe you one. Well,

you can pay me back with an update.

Ooh. One venti update...

(laughs) coming right up.

Starting with this.

Our dead guy's prints are all over it,

but I don't think he drew it.

I lifted a partial that wasn't his,

where you would've expected the artist to be holding the page.

You got an I.D.? Mm, not yet.

I was able to I.D. our latest dead guy.

Braxton Ballard, 25.

Ooh. McGee almost had a heart attack

when he looked up his record.

Why? Oh, arson,

grand theft, kidnapping.

Just the kind of guy you want crawling

through your kids' window.

So were we able to figure out

how this Braxton guy hacked into my computer?

Actually, I don't think it was him.

I was able to backtrace the IRC chat.

Whoever you were talking to was on the other side of town.

So Braxton was working with somebody.

Or maybe a hired gun. That's more his M.O.

Okay, so who hired him?

Let me see the exact location.

I'm having a hard time narrowing down the area.

There's some weird corruption in the IRC

data stream that's messing with my mojo.

But I'm working on it.

Well, work harder, 'cause someone wanted this bad enough

they were willing to break into a federal agent's apartment

to steal it.

I need to know why.

Yeah, well, it's your computer, McGee,

so what do you think it is?

I don't think you've moved since I left.

Commander. When did you get back?

The Eisenhower docked this morning.

Are we moving again?

Eventually.

Do you know when? Why?

Are you scared you're not gonna make it to your big talent show?

Your mother told me.

Look, Dad, only 15 people were accepted.

I don't give a rat's ass how many people were accepted.

This is not where you should be focusing your energies.

It's just one show. It's an embarrassment.

You should be joining JROTC or learning to sail,

instead of prancing around...

What if I don't want to?

Don't want to what?

Let me tell you something, boy.

The Navy made me the man I am today.

And from what I see,

you need more than a little bit of character building.

Generations of McGees have fought for their country.

Fought!

And for God's sake, that's what you're going to do.

JIMMY: Gentlemen, I don't want to judge your life choices here,

but may I suggest, should you two meet up in the next one,

you opt for some sort of mediation

or other professional conflict resolution service.

Meet again? Yes.

I am proud to say that I have solved this case.

Well, good, 'cause we're stuck.

We were hoping you had something.

Well, may I introduce to you Edward Kane.

Found strangled to death just yesterday.

Yeah, we met.

Well, that means that you have also met

the man who killed him.

Aka Braxton Ballard, the hoodlum foolish enough

to go toe-to-toe with Special Agent Timothy McGee.

So Braxton killed our victim. Are you sure?

100%. Confirmed with touch DNA.

Why? Uh, because touch DNA

is the best way... No, why did this guy kill Kane?

What's that?

Palmer, what's the connection between these two men?

- Uh... - And why was Braxton after my old computer,

just a week after I pulled it out of storage?

O-Okay, okay, so-so, uh, maybe

I haven't solved the case.

Because I have no idea why he would want McGee's old computer.

Me, neither, but...

your computer is doing something really weird right now,

and I wanted you to see it before it stopped.

It happened the second I plugged it into the Internet.

McGee?

Boss, that is not possible.

If I didn't know better, I'd say your computer

is trying to connect to some sort of remote virus.

It is. One designed to take down the Department of Defense.

Really? What-- and how do you know that?

Well, because I wrote it.

This is what the guy you killed

tried to steal from your apartment?

Yes.

And you built this?

I did. Back in high school, yes, sir.

And then programmed it to attack the United States government?

No. No, just, um...

...the Department of Defense.

- Why? - Well,

um...

So the baud rate's only 8K,

but at seven bps...

You can hit up to 56 kilobytes per second.

A meg in three minutes.

Rad. Booyah.

So are we gonna talk about the other day?

Tim? I'm trying to ignore you.

♪ I feel you... ♪

I'm serious.

Sorry.

Yeah, we should probably talk.

♪ Myself ♪

♪ This time... ♪

So what are we talking about?

What happened.

(quietly): With our mouths.

And then, what happens next.

♪ I feel... ♪

Relax, I'm not proposing.

It's just... you're graduating soon

and I have no idea if you're gonna be around next year

or if you're joining the Navy... I'm not joining the Navy.

♪ I feel... ♪

You're not?

Your dad's gonna flip out.

Navy's his thing.

I'm not gonna give up on my dreams

just to make him happy. COMMANDER McGEE: Happy?

Dad.

Chloe. He'll see you tomorrow.

Dad, look, I-I didn't mean...

Is that what you think this is about, boy?

Making me happy?

This is about you.

How is it about me?

I get seasick just looking at a boat

and you want me to join the Navy. - I want you to be a man.

I am a man. You're a child.

And you're weak.

You're wasting your time on pipe dreams.

The military will make you strong.

You know what? I hear that a lot from you.

So tell me how.

And I don't mean vague comments

about how war will build character.

You tell me that Vietnam made you the man you are.

But you haven't even told me a single...

McGEE: And he took those shoes outside

and burned them.

I spent all summer working to pay for those.

And that's why you made the virus.

To get even with your father.

Yeah. I was in computer lab.

I was just a kid blowing off steam.

I never actually even ran it.

Yeah? Well, it's running now.

Miss Hines says it looks like

there's a copy running inside of DoD.

Yes, and it's trying

to phone home to my computer for some reason.

What is this virus doing?

McGEE: I have no idea.

It looks like it's been modified.

And I have no idea how it got loose. I mean,

I'd forgotten I'd even written it until I saw it in Autopsy.

We know how long this thing's been running?

According to the console logs, almost 25 years.

Who else had access to the original virus back then

aside from you?

Just my computer teacher, but...

SLOANE: Are you sure it's a good idea

to have McGee run this interrogation?

I think it is the best idea I have ever had.

Really? (chuckles)

So you remember me now?

Agent something or other.

And a former student, or so you tell me.

You remember this?

No.

It's a computer I built back in high school.

I coded a virus on it in your class.

Which you stole and used to infect the DoD.

(chuckles) Really?

And why would I do that?

Well, it's funny you should ask that.

I'm sure you remember Petty Officer Griffin.

You should. She filed a restraining order

against you for stalking back in 1994.

Oh, I got something else, too.

These logs show that the virus

has been running since...

1994.

Funny, that.

So what did you do?

Well, I'm guessing that you stole a copy

of the virus from my computer,

then you used it to attack your ex at work.

This is insane.

And as usual,

you didn't properly format your headers.

Hmm. So you do remember me.

You're right.

Fantastic idea.

McGEE: Now I am wondering

why you pretended to not know me.

Your front desk says you did,

in fact, speak with that man

who, as you can see, is now dead.

Are you gonna stop lying or do you want me to arrest you

for conspiracy to commit murder?

You got this all wrong. Enlighten me.

Yes, he called me.

Yes, I spoke with him.

Okay, so why the lying?

Because you're a cop.

Okay, I'm gonna arrest you now.

I run an illegal online gambling website

for Navy servicemen overseas.

Started a year ago.

That's why I thought you were poking around.

And that's what Kane wanted to talk to you about?

No, he wanted to know

if I still had the old IP assignments

from a computer class back in '94.

Old IP assignments?

- Why on earth would he want those? - He only wanted one.

Um... Here.

He said he was looking for someone.

And he wanted to know

who sat in a particular computer station.

There.

You didn't properly format your header.

Again.

Oh, my God.

Stop the presses, Tim McGee got a B-minus?

In computer class?

Too soon?

Your dad's a jackass, you can't let him win.

He did win.

It's over.

What's over?

The Naval Academy?

Tim, no.

The interview's already set up.

What happened to telling him how you feel?

Have you met my dad?

So that's it, then?

You're just gonna give up on your dreams?

The writing, the dancing?

Yup.

So...

What happens to us, then?

I know who Kane was looking for.

Her name is Chloe.

She was an old friend of mine from high school.

This IP address right here?

Was assigned to her station in our computer lab.

Are you sure? 100%.

McGee, how could you possibly remember that?

♪ I can't give ♪

♪ I can't give any more ♪

♪ I can't live ♪

♪ If living is without you. ♪

I'd rather not say.

Ah, and yet, that says everything.

So why is our dead guy

looking for your high school squeeze?

Boss, I never said... Stop the presses!

Whew. (panting)

What do you got? I tracked down the subsystem

at the DoD where the virus is running.

Boom! Kasie Hines, representing.

So, what's it doing?

Uh, I'm not sure yet.

But it's been doing it for 25 years.

That's how long it's been in the system.

It could be anything. Anything bad

since we're talking about cyberterrorism. (chuckles)

Ooh, but the good news is,

I backtraced the virus

to the original IP address it came from.

Who?

Whoever the man behind the curtain is

at 192, dot, 168,

dot... Eight, dot, eight.

Yes.

How did you know that?

Because that's his old girlfriend's IP address.

Well, your old girlfriend's a terrorist.

TORRES: So this bean counter discovers

McGee's old virus was all up in DoD's grill.

Yup.

- Traces it back to McGee's high school. - Yup.

Then finds out this Chloe girl is the one who released it.

- Yup. - Two days later,

this bean counter is dead. - Yup.

It ain't looking good for McGee's girlfriend right now.

- No. McGEE: She wasn't my girlfriend.

Neighbors say she hasn't been home in a week.

Wasn't at work, either. Where is she?

Boss, how would I know?

Well, she is the first girl

you ever kissed. Hmm.

I never said that. Who said that?

Sloane. Sloane?

- How on earth would Sloane know? GIBBS: All right, geez.

- McGee. - Boss, I have no idea where Chloe is.

My father was transferred

to Indiana, we moved there,

I haven't seen her since.

Well, she's clearly on the run.

That's probably a good idea since

she attacked the Department of Defense.

McGEE: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on.

Now, I know what it looks like, but I'm not buying it.

Look, I know how you feel.

Okay, I once had a girlfriend

who turned out to be... a cat burglar.

She wasn't my girlfriend.

Okay?

And she never attacked the military, okay?

At least, not back in 1994.

- How do I look? - Like you're about to walk the plank.

(exhales) That's about how I feel.

You shouldn't be doing this, Tim.

It's just an interview. For the Naval Academy.

You should be applying to Juilliard.

Don't get me wrong,

my entire family's in the Navy.

But it's not what you should be doing with your life.

You don't think I know that?

I don't want to have anything to do with the Navy.

- So what are you doing, then? - His damn duty.

Goodbye, Chloe.

I'll hit you up on the bat channel later.

Hold on a second.

I think I know how to find Chloe.

The bat channel.

Kasie, that weird data corruption

in the IRC chat from my apartment?

Pull it up. Uh, what's happening?

McGee unchained. Just go with it.

That is not data corruption.

- What is that? - It's a secret code that Chloe and I came up with

to speak privately in group chats.

A is B, B is C, C is... Yeah, I got it.

Give me a sec to rig up a translator.

Hey, McGee, it's, uh, it's amazing, man.

It's amazing that you were able

to find a woman to procreate with.

Done. What does it say?

KASIE: Looks like... "SOS."

She's in trouble. What are those numbers?

Longitude and latitude.

She's not the bad guy. Whatever's going on here,

she's asking for help.

Or it's a trap.

McGee, come on.

With me. Let's go.

There it is.

GIBBS: RV?

Boss, you know this is less than two miles

from where they found Kane's body.

After you.

Tim.

Chloe. Oh, my God, are you okay?

You got my message.

Yeah, on the bat channel hidden on the IRC stream.

They made me do it, Tim.

They made me lure you out of your apartment.

McGEE: It's okay. You're safe now. You're okay.

Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

Clear.

Told you, boss.

Told him what?

We thought you had unleashed a virus

on the Department of Defense.

Oh...

What? Well...

About that...

This is the virus we found running at DoD.

This may have been me.

And by "may have," I mean this was me.

What were you thinking?

I wasn't. I was 16.

You stole my virus,

and then you used it to attack the military.

No, I copied it.

And I didn't attack anyone.

The day you crashed your Z28,

you asked me to bring home your computer from school.

Well, I saw the code that you wrote,

and realized with a few tweaks,

the virus could be a bit more, um... effective.

At what? I modified it

to take rounding errors from payroll checks

and deposit them into a holding account.

Of course you did.

Tim, I ran the virus as a goof.

I didn't even think it worked,

and I had completely forgot about it.

Right. Until? Last week,

out of nowhere, this guy grabs me

and says he wants to know where the holding account is.

Well, yeah, your virus has been running for 25 years.

There's probably millions of dollars in that account.

So I heard.

But I told him I had no idea.

He'd have to track down the original source code

to find the money.

Which was on my old computer.

This the guy who grabbed you?

No, the guy that grabbed me had these... beady little eyes.

Well, you're gonna need to do better than that.

And, like, a big, bushy moustache.

Moustache?

Smarmy.

McGEE: I'm gonna enjoy this takedown.

BISHOP: In the sun.

Gotta love that vitamin D.

Do you have any idea how often you flex?

Girls don't really find that attractive.

How would you know?

You didn't even kiss a girl until you were 16.

Where are you getting this stuff from, huh?

Yo, heads up.

Right on schedule.

This is a first.

Are you that looking forward to giving me your final

expense reports that you brought them out to me?

Oh, we brought something out for you all right.

That's a good one.

That was a good tackle.

CHLOE: So, this Kane guy somehow

found out about my virus, tracked it back to me,

and then reported it to his boss? - Yep.

When the boss found out how much money was missing,

he killed Kane and went after the cash himself.

But the virus has been running for 25 years.

Why now? What happened?

I happened.

Your virus has been trying to ping my computer...

This way? ...for years.

Last week, when they turned it on,

it finally succeeded.

Set off a DoD internal alarm.

Huh. So that's when Kane

noticed the missing money.

Yup. So, what's all this?

Gibbs had me bag and tag

anything I kept from high school.

Look at how young he was.

Yeah.

So it's kind of like you joined the Navy after all.

My dad didn't quite see it that way,

but, uh, yeah, I guess I sort of did.

He made peace with it.

What about you?

I am exactly where I want to be.

And as it turns out,

the Navy made me the man I am.

So, the apple didn't fall far from the tree

after all.

In more ways than one.

DELILAH: Well, right now, this apple needs to get home

and watch the twins.

Babysitter needs to leave.

Who's that?

Um... (stammers)

This is...

I'm just kidding. We met in the lobby.

Hi. CHLOE: Hi.

You really married up, Tim.

- Oh, thank you. You ready? - Mm-hmm.

Wait, uh, what?

Oh, we're going to dinner.

I thought you said I had to watch the twins.

Oh, no, you're not coming. (laughs)

Um, I don't think this is such a good idea.

Honey, how often do I get to hang out

with my husband's old high school buddies?

We were kind of more than just buddies.

Oh, I can't wait to hear all about that.

Just tell me one thing.

What's so wrong with the Navy?

It made me the man I am.

I know that.

And it could do so much for you.

I know that, too.

But it's not my life, it's yours.

I can't make this decision for you.

I made a lot of mistakes in my life when it came to you.

Not this time.

So, in the end, uh...

the choice is yours to make.

But I think you've already made it, haven't you?

Actually, I don't know.

I don't know what I should do.

I'm sure you can't relate to that.

You'd be surprised.

We all have our dreams.