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You want to be that way?

Fine.

What the hell?

What did you do? You're not Hal.

Who the hell are you? You're in the wrong house. Me? No. No, I'm not. This

house. Hey, man.

Bernie's knocked out.

Get out or I'll call the cops. Please call the cops. I didn't spend 19 hours

the back of a C -17 to put up with this crap. Who needs the cops?

Mary, we got this?

Trust me, pal, no you don't. Oh, I'll trust you, as soon as your wrath is out

here.

Do you have insurance?

I really wish my building got more trick -or -treaters. I always got way too

much leftover candy.

Don't drop by with the twins.

They got no problem with leftovers.

Yeah, no leftovers in my place. My neighborhood is like Coachella for kids.

Oh, that sounds like a lot more fun than my sister's annual costume party.

You are going as?

My usual tomb raider who quietly slips out after an hour. Which reminds me,

before we flip out of here.

I need you all to sign my petition.

Petition for what again? I want to turn Ducky's office into a state -of -the

-art gym.

We already have a gym. Yeah, but that thing is barely a gym. It needs so much

upgrade. Yeah, Ducky's office has been untouched for almost a year now.

Yeah, and he has all those big windows and the high ceiling. I know exactly

where to put the kettlebells. Oh, you already ran this past Van? Yes, which is

why Van asked me to run this petition and see, you know, how many people like

the idea. I know Jimmy's not going to like it. What do you mean? Jimmy works

out. Yeah, but he also might be too sentimental about Ducky's office to want

change it to anything.

Don't you think, Jess?

Uh, I don't know.

You should ask Jimmy.

Whoa, there's a first.

Brawl at a Navy SEALs house in Annandale.

Brawl. Since when do we get brawl calls?

Are we really going to postpone our Halloween over a fight?

No, not you, McGee. You go home. Not like anyone who's killed.

Not yet. I mean, they are Navy SEALs that we're talking about.

Good point.

I guess we'll be a little late. Oh, and you can sign this petition on the way

out.

It's my boyfriend Hal's house.

I was just trying to throw him a little surprise party when all of a sudden that

lunatic person here went crazy. Because it's my house, not Hal's.

See, I knew something was wrong the second my door went unlocked.

The first thing these squatters do is change the key codes.

Hal is not a squatter! All right, everybody, inside voices, okay? Please.

Here, grab some candy. Big handfuls. I love the costume.

Great cheerleading outfit. Looking good in a clown costume.

Okay, kids. Have a great night. Bye. Bye.

I don't suppose maybe we could turn off the porch light? Yeah. You think that'll

help? All right.

So, Lieutenant Prescott, or Price, is it okay? You can prove that this is your

house? Of course.

I grew up here. So, this is a family home?

Which I inherited from my grandmother last year when my, uh...

You've been gone long?

On a month -long mission that ended a week early. Got home around six, ready

hit the shower and crash in my own bed, only to find the place full of drunken

yahoos.

You better hope that Bernie's okay.

What I hope is that you think twice next time before playing bouncer.

Stop.

All right, stop.

Just stop.

Vic? Yeah?

Really? I said stop.

We're here to de -escalate things.

I thought I did that.

Did it very nicely. My day.

So, Bryce, when you came home, you didn't know any of these yahoos?

Not a one.

And the sure as hell don't know any Hal. Well, when he shows up, Hal will

straighten this whole thing out. Where exactly is Hal?

I wish I knew.

We were expecting him at six, but he's still on no show.

No answer on his cell either.

I'll go look around the house.

A decent costume, but you're a grown -up. Shouldn't you be escorting kids or

something? What?

No, I'm not a trick -or -treater. That's my delivery guy. Hey, Phil. Hey, Bryce.

Welcome home. Got your text about coming back early, so they sent me over with

all your state packages.

Thanks, Phil. Are we in stand? Thanks for your service. Any chance, Phil,

seen a guy named Hal living here lately?

What do you mean?

Bryce lives here. No, Hal lives here.

This is crazy!

Does Hal know Phil? Or do you know Phil? No, but you had to have seen Hal.

I'm sorry. I haven't been back here since Bryce put his deliveries on hold.

What's going on exactly?

Squatters. Really?

Stop calling him that! Okay, okay.

Thanks for your help, Phil. Good night.

You're the man, Phil. Anytime.

Good luck.

Yeah.

Do you believe me now? We never doubted you. Yeah, but until this guy Hal shows

up... The description of Hal might be helpful.

Oh, um... Yeah, he's so cute.

A little more. Oh, right. About 6 '2", a little beard, the most beautiful eyes.

Okay.

Guys.

I can't tell his height or see his beautiful eyes, but...

I'd say you found hell.

Nasty.

Casey, we'll run that for fingerprints.

Sorry to drag you out here on Halloween, Jimmy.

It's a shame we weren't able to go trick -or -treating with our kids, huh?

Victoria's way past that, unfortunately.

So you got dressed up because?

Well, I was chaperoning her school Halloween dance.

That's why I wore the cool costume, you know, so I wouldn't embarrass her.

She really must have been sad to see you go.

Actually, she took it pretty well.

Yeah, I hate to tell you, Jimmy, but I'm not sure that me -man qualifies as cool

with the middle schoolers.

Actually, they loved it.

And it's not me -man, Jess. It's M -E -man, as in medical examiner man.

Oh. Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I get it. Did they get it?

Well, I mean, after I explained it, yes.

What's with all the questions here? Did Victoria text you or something?

No, I was...

I was just asking. All right, all right. No fighting, you two.

He's fighting. We weren't fighting. You had it there. No, we weren't. Were we?

Yes, we were.

Guys, let's go back to the case.

Oh, yeah, the case.

Like these holes.

What's up with these holes?

I saw on the news that some squatters like to tear up perfectly good homes

for kicks.

I didn't see any plaster dust on the hammer. None on his shoes.

Maybe his killer did it.

Okay.

Pretty sure this is everyone who was here at the party.

We're going to need better than pretty sure, Mary. Only invited ten people.

Mostly friends and co -workers from the bar where I work.

It's where I met Hal, actually, just a few weeks ago.

So it was brand new with you two? Honeymoon phase, right? What can I say?

He was sweet and fun with his own really nice house.

Which you let yourself into.

Oh, he had given me his key code.

I got here at 5 to set up. Friends started showing around 5 .30, and we

Hal by 6. And you didn't see anyone else coming in or going out when you got

here? Nobody.

And I swear, we had no idea that Hal was dead in the basement the whole time.

Much less it's not even Hal's house.

Um, it's not even Hal. What do you mean? Friends identify him as pro -Carthy

Felix Pitts.

What? No, no, no. That's him.

Okay, let's switch gears here, Mary.

In your short time with Hal or Felix, or did he seem to have enemies or recent

disputes? No, I don't know.

He was... Wait.

Yes.

Just last week, this big guy came into the bar and got into it with Hal. Does

this guy have a name? Hal called him Bark, was it? Or Big Bark?

Hal said he owed him money, so I gave him 100 bucks for my tip cup.

Is that all he owed him? I don't know. Didn't seem like it. Big bark still

looked pretty mad.

Ah, watch the head.

Oh, my bad. Sorry.

And once again, Nick, for the record, Jess and I, we're not fighting.

Oh, no, not at all. We're fine. Yeah, completely fine.

After all, the only constant life is change, and this change is A -OK with

Hmm. OK, well, then.

Ayo, whatever.

Speaking of change, me man, I've been meaning to talk to you about Ducky's

office. Oh, right, I heard about that.

Sounds great.

Huh? What?

You mean you're cool with it, the gym?

I'm not sure how many people would actually use it, but Dr. Mallard

want his office just sitting idle forever.

I wonder what Ducky would want.

Oh, knowing him, he would want it to be whatever helps us to do our jobs better.

Other than that, I can't imagine anyone minding the change at all.

Absolutely not.

Well, tell me how you really feel.

No offense to your gem idea, Nick, but shouldn't Ducky's office be preserved as

a memory? As what, a museum?

I know, it's irrational, but Ducky is the one who brought me into NCIS, so

forgive me if I may be a tad sentimental.

Sentimental or stubborn?

Ooh, saved by the ding.

Hey, results on a hammer show.

No additional fingerprints on the handle other than the victim's. Since it would

be really hard to commit suicide with a hammer. Our killer likely wore gloves.

Hey, Keith. Can I borrow Nick?

Where am I going? Mickey identified the big bark as next con with violent

history, and Parker wants us to scoop him up. I love scooping. And I promise

think about your gem idea, Nick. Really. Hey, think.

Glute factory, not a museum.

Glute factory.

So, Keith, is it maybe?

Or, like, maybe not.

This whole big bark tries barking at us.

Oh,

it's got you so punchy lately.

Not punchy.

Passionate.

Do I have this right?

My former cellmate owes me money, and that makes me a murder suspect.

This guy get in any trouble? He sure looks like a big bark. Oh, bark, no

So I just heard his body was dead. He came with us way too easy.

Okay, let's back up. How much did Hal, which, excuse me, Felix, owe you? I

put an exact number on it. You hadn't loaned him a specific amount? He's the

last guy I'd loaned to.

It was for back rent.

Or what should have been rent after he crashed in my apartment for so long. How

long? He got paroled in June, and his ass sat planted on my couch right

September. And like a squatter, it took me a month to get him out, and he never

offered a dime. Well, apparently he upgraded from squatting on couches to

houses. That's why I went after him.

And word on the street is, he wasn't squatting.

He was renting a house through one of them apps.

And if he had the money for that, I figured he could throw a few bucks my

His girlfriend said she'd lend him a hundred.

Pathetic, right? He promised me more as soon as he made some big score he was

working on. What big score? Who knows? He was Mr. Get Rich Quick.

Always onto something big.

How did our Navy SEAL's house end up on one of them apps?

I have no idea about it. There's got to be at least a dozen or so apps out

there. Could take a while to find Hal's account.

And you're just the man to find it.

Really, Nick? You just had to bring all your leftovers into work? I got about 20

pounds more in my car, so please take all your work.

We haven't even had lunch yet. Speaking of which, that wouldn't be a bad use of

Ducky's office. Lunch?

We have a commissary. Yeah, where we never seem to go. Just once, I'd like to

eat a sandwich at some place other than my desk.

Hal's rental account. Found it. And what up?

Uh, Host Hopper. He booked Righteous Place under his real name three weeks

for $90 a night. Not a bad deal. Yeah, but who is he renting it from? Can you

access the account?

Yeah, I'm working on it.

Property owner is listed as?

This is G .H.

Prescott. Oh, it's the same last name as our Navy SEAL. Oh, I see.

Hold a second. Asking the Internet.

Wanda Prescott.

Antique collector and widow of the late billionaire investment guru Gavin

Prescott? Why does that ring a bell?

Oh, it's Goldmine Gavin.

Goldmine. Oh, yeah.

This guy was always making news, for good or bad. Everything from insider

trading allegations to opening a bunch of children's hospitals. Sounds like a

character. Yeah, he was really eccentric.

And he died in 2003 with a net worth of just under $2 billion.

Oh, you think these two could be Bryce's grandparents?

Says here he's got two children and three grandchildren. Are you telling me

the Navy SEAL with the 40 -year -old microwave is heir to the Prescott

The bigger question is, why would his rich old grandma be hose -hopping around

grandson's house?

A man murdered in Bryce's basement?

How?

Oh, my Lord.

Is my grandson all right? Your grandson is just fine, ma 'am. As for the how,

Mrs. Prescott, that's what we're hoping to find out. Well, you would have

thought that Bryce would have called me and told me something like this, but

that boy never wants to worry me.

So he joined the Navy SEALs. Leonard, please.

And he rarely calls at all. Stop it.

Bryce is a very brave young man.

He's determined to make it on his own without the help of his family.

I had to beg him to take the very house that he grew up in. About that house, ma

'am, apparently our victim rented it from an account with your name on it

through an app called Host Hopper.

Host Hopper? I never heard of that. It's a website where people can rent houses

temporarily. With my name? Well, how is that possible?

Well, if you don't know, is there some chance that someone else has access to

your finances?

Of course, I have accountants and estate managers, but no one, no one puts pen

to paper unless I approve.

Isn't that right?

Absolutely, ma 'am.

Who I intend to call right now, gentlemen, is my grandson.

And until I talk to him, I have nothing more to say to you.

Leonard. Good day, agents.

Actually, Leonard, would you mind just hanging back for a minute?

What are they for?

Oh, um, to sign our visitor log. Right, yeah, it won't take long. In fact, he

can sign for both of you, ma 'am. No, no problem. Just take a minute or two.

We'll have an agent escort you out.

Leonard, don't take too long. I want to call Bryce from the car.

There's no elevator log.

We just wanted to ask if maybe you knew someone who might have access to Mrs.

Prescott's finances.

What sort of charade is this?

How would I know who Wanda was, or if anyone else could?

What the hell was that?

Okay, you got me.

I'm sorry, got what? You're confessing?

To murder? No.

Running out Bryce's house while he's away?

Maybe. Maybe?

Was your name even Leonard? Leonard, Lenny, whatever.

The thing is, I love Wanda.

But she's been underpaying me forever.

Even with the fancy fake accent.

And those grandkids of hers, they're going to walk away with everything when

croaks. At least Bryce lives nearby, but those other spoiled brats, they don't

call, they don't visit. All right, stop.

Stop. What does this have to do with you renting out Bryce's house?

What's the harm in making a little extra cash on the side? Oh, no harm, except

for a dead renter up here in your basement.

You know, I was thinking things couldn't get any worse after that squatter.

Squatter? What squatter? Well, some clown who crashed at Wanda's empty beach

house last month. That's what gave me the idea to rent out the other houses on

Hostoff. Is this your squatter?

I never saw the guy. What's this about Wanda's other houses? How many does she

have? Four total.

The one she lives in, which I don't rent out for obvious reasons.

Bryce's house, the beach house, and Prescott's Folly.

Prescott's what now?

Prescott's Folly. That's what the old man calls his hunting lodge out in

Bluemont. I made the mistake of listing it on the app as extremely haunted.

And why would you do that?

Because it is.

It's creepy as hell, which is just what old Gavin would have wanted. I never met

the guy, but I guess it was pretty out there. Has anyone rented the place? No.

was hoping I was going to get some more of the curious Halloweeners, but no

dice. I guess I literally scared away potential customers.

Okay, Leonard.

We got a lot to digest here. Hey, listen. I really am sorry.

So how about I delete the host office account and you don't tell Wanda?

Or maybe...

You should just tell Wanda.

Better to face her consequences than ours.

Believe me.

What are you doing here?

I came to get an old file on hammer wounds. What are you doing?

Me? Yeah. I spilled coffee behind his desk last week. I was just, you know,

checking to make sure it didn't stain.

Seriously? Oh, well, you know, coffee can really do a number. Okay, fine. You

caught me.

I come here to meditate. You happy?

Yes, actually. I'm very happy. You know I'm a big fan of anything that gives

inner peace. And that's what Ducky gave me. He taught me the value of a quick

ten minutes of own time in his office. The perfect place to do it. That is

now.

Sorry.

I can't imagine that Vance would approve an NCIS meditation room. I mean, if

it's consensus he's looking for, why not just try to gather some?

Can I start my own petition?

Or you could start with just asking your co -workers what they'd like it to be.

Oh, now that's a great idea.

Thanks. I get them occasionally.

Can I start with you?

Ah, gosh, I'd have to think about it. But whatever it becomes, I'd really like

place for Dr. Maller's old paper files.

You know, they still come in handy. I'll be sure to keep that in mind.

Don't you have a few minutes of mantra left? Oh, no.

It's consensus time.

Hey, did you get Casey's department -wide email about Ducky's office? Yep.

She's on a mission.

I'll tell you what I wouldn't mind.

Separate workstation away from my desk that I can use every once in a while.

Sometimes this orange room feels like Grand Central Station.

Yeah, I hear that.

Hear what?

How's Bryce's grandma?

Hmm, pretty sassy. And it wasn't her renting out Bryce's place.

Turns out the butler did it. Did he also rent the haunted house? How do you know

about that? Because it's listed on the same account.

Chris Scott's Folly is the perfect getaway for all fans of things that go

in the night. Well, it turns out there was a lot less fans than Lenny was

for. If I'd seen that ad sooner, I'd be a fan for a night.

Yeah, same here.

Hey, you know, I've always wanted to go on one of those ghost hunter shows.

Me too. I love that stuff.

You guys are crazy.

Yeah, you couldn't pay me to stay in the haunted house. Both of you are afraid

of ghosts?

I mean, not exactly brave. Two of the toughest, bravest special agents around.

Parker, with actual living bad guys? Yeah, of course.

Yeah, things in this world, no problem.

But the afterworld?

Nothing.

Hmm. We just got Hal's last known address before he went to prison.

this, his rent's been paid up for years. Well, why not just live there instead

of squatting at Big Burke's?

So Hal's last known address turns out to be a storage unit.

Explains why he couldn't live here.

So you're really afraid of ghosts, huh?

You're really going to make me regret telling you that?

Speaking of, you ever figure out what you saw on that ship?

The ghost or the angel?

Maybe because you clearly saw something.

Hey, I was losing a lot of blood. I can't tell you what I saw.

Listen to me.

I am grateful to you for saving me. But other than that, I'm just...

I'm not ready to talk about it.

Fair enough.

By the way, I finally saw Poseidon Adventure this week.

And I couldn't believe that you forgot to mention that Shelly Winters died

she saved Gene Hackman.

Did I leave that part out?

Conveniently. I guess now.

Well, I'm glad I did. Otherwise, you might not have made that tradeful time.

You know me better than that.

Got a workshop.

Metal detector.

Ultrasound scanner.

Everything you need to find lost objects.

Yeah, but what kind of objects was he looking for exactly?

Oh, here we go.

Health floor plan.

And face forward magazine.

I haven't seen one of these since I was a kid.

And what do you know?

A young Wanda and Gavin Prescott circa 1982.

The Prescott's priceless treasure. This would make hell a bit more than a

squatter. The man was looking for gold.

I never thought I would see this again.

Goodness, just look at us.

That's a nice shot of you and old Gavin.

We were so young.

Mr. Prescott, this is speculation night.

And is it Leonard or Lenny?

Oh, the butler.

Heard about you. Personal assistant.

And I know what you're thinking.

I did tell Wanda. And not only did she keep me on, she threw me a nice fat

raise. I only hired him to see how long he could keep up that terrible accent.

Getting back to the magazine.

Right. I can't believe it still exists.

Where could your victim have... possibly found it. Figured yard sale or flea

market, old magazines are a staple.

No, no, no, not this issue. Not after Mike Gavin spent a fortune having it

pulled from shelves nationwide.

Why would he do that?

These words right here, priceless treasures, nothing but trouble. Your

husband said the same thing himself.

The treasures we hold priceless in our homes as a family. Gavin was trying to

say something nice about our family, but given our economic status and his

rather colorful reputation, readers seem to think it meant that he was hiding

treasure somewhere.

And then all hell broke loose. Exactly what kind of hell? Countless wannabe

fortune hunters sneaking around our property, breaking through walls,

up... Our garden.

Excuse me.

Yeah, Aggie. Well, obviously the man who was killed in your grandson's basement

found this issue and joined the treasure hunt. Yeah, and he might not have been

alone. Somebody's using Hal's account to try and rent Prescott's Folly off of

Lenny's host hopper app. Oh, Lenny.

Not the hunting lodge.

The haunted hunting lodge? It's not haunted.

Like hell it's not. Gavin started that nonsense after the fire in 87.

The back porch and a couple of rooms were destroyed and they never could

out the cause. So Gavin decided to blame it on ghosts.

Yeah. Well, they rebuilt those rooms and the back porch.

And the place still gives me the heebie -jeebies.

Cold spots, weird sounds, all that.

But how was anyone trying to rent that place?

I shut down my account.

We didn't.

Go ahead, McGee.

The offer's from the same account Hal used to rent Bryce's place.

Meaning Hal must have had a partner. We'll work on tracing the account to

the real person behind it. Better yet, why don't we accept the rental and wait

at Prescott's Folly for Hal's partner to show up?

Oh, that's great.

But, I mean, we'll be waiting outside, right? Not inside?

You wouldn't dare.

This is quite a hunting lodge.

Built on the site of an old cemetery, isn't it?

That's what I heard. Wonder if they moved any of the bodies.

Well, you too, Stop.

That's an old house. Yeah, in broad daylight.

Daylight makes it creepier. Looks almost like it's breathing.

Oh, you guys are so funny.

Yeah, it's not that ha -ha funny.

Hey, look, if you guys would rather not, then... We'll happily trade places with

you. Not a chance.

Let's get me in there.

Yeah, absolutely, sis.

Oh. We'll be on lookout up the street if you need us.

We won't need a thing.

Is this a great job or what?

Seriously?

All good. Just, uh, it's a bear.

A bear and all of his friends.

Well, we are in a hunting lodge, so what do you expect?

I think I was expecting something a little less on the nose.

Man, if this doesn't give you the creeps, nothing will.

What are you doing?

You gotta be here.

Might as well look around.

Well, what's all this we stuff?

Well, I'm saying if we don't know if ghosts are real, what if?

Sure is.

If it is real, we can't keep it.

Oh, don't be a buzzkill.

Okay, whatever gets us out of this dead animal depot.

All right.

This is on the nose.

Why?

Why?

Homeland Gavin was a goofball.

It's pretty quiet.

Think we should check?

Nah. Let's give him more time.

See, now, if you were deputy director, you wouldn't be having this much fun.

Yeah, I guess I could be a filmer, Lightning.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to touch a nerve or anything. No, no, no. I'm good.

I mean,

does it, you know, sting a little bit that I got passed over for a job I am

than qualified for?

The unqualified.

I mean, and losing it to this guy, this mint muncher LaRoche.

Something about him. I don't know. Well, if it's any consolation, we were all

selfishly grateful to be able to keep you on the team.

Yeah, me too.

But I am over it.

I'm over it and I'm moving on, so I'm wishing LaRoche nothing but the best.

The mint muncher.

Yep. Good for the mint muncher.

How's it going in there, guys?

Oh, we're living a dream. Thank you.

Yeah, Torres and I are about to rent this place permanently.

Hell yeah. Just don't tell Jimmy.

I had to bring Jimmy into it.

What?

Relax. Just kidding.

It's weird.

I'm being weird now? No, you're not weird.

I just know how supportive you were of Jimmy breaking up with me.

Being a good friend.

Which is also why you were so supportive when I took the react job.

You deserved it.

Look, Nick, I...

I know that you're best friends with both me and Jimmy, and I don't want you

feel like you have to play both sides, or that you have to referee fights that

aren't happening, or that you have to make jokes about us being a thing when

we're not.

Because we're okay.

Okay.

You got it.

Nothing but chill.

Did you see that?

The doll almost fell on you.

What the hell?

Okay, what is with all of this aggression and do not say passionate?

Okay, um, you carry around a hammer long enough, everything starts looking like

a nail.

I have no idea what that means.

Almost getting killed in my last undercover operation made me, I don't

started thinking about the future, right?

That's why I'm pushing so hard to get a better gym at work, you know, training,

training hard.

You've become a... Better hammer?

Well, not nails or bad guys or dolls.

It seems to be the side effect.

Okay. The reason why I'm working out so hard.

Because I'm trying to get my mind right.

You know?

Let me get back out there.

Back in the game.

The game?

The love game.

I guess.

Mm -hmm.

It's been too long since I've had a special person in my life, so I was

that maybe if I can get myself back out there again, I can find that person.

But in order to do that, I really want to put my best self out there.

Passionate. Exactly.

Okay.

Well, I would just like you to know that I fully

support this mission.

As a good friend would.

Did you hear that?

Yeah, I wish I didn't.

Do we have company?

No, nothing here. No cars, no suspicious activity.

Why? Well, it sounds like we have company.

Where is that coming from?

Okay, I really hate this place.

Federal agents, stop!

Where do you think you're going?

I didn't kill Hal, I swear.

It's Mary, the girlfriend.

What's that?

It's mine. I found it.

Sure looks like treasure to me.

So what do we think's in the box?

Gold coins?

Diamonds? Hmm.

Given where it was found, it could be filled with tiny little doll heads.

I'm telling you, I did not kill Hal.

I only wanted a return on my investment.

Did you loan Hal more than the first $100? That was the last $100.

I'd given him closer to $900 before that to rent the Navy Fieldhouse in exchange

for a cut of whatever he found there. So still hoping to cash in, you signed

into Hal's old account to rent Prescott's Folly. I had to rent it to be

had time to search it alone.

It's why I cut through the backwoods in case anybody was watching.

Like us.

call it beginner's luck, but I found that treasure box in the basement first

thing.

Needed a crowbar to get it out. Which made the noise that we heard. That's

I heard you guys upstairs and took the back steps, not knowing you'd be right

there waiting for me. All right, let's back up to the night that Hal was

It had been almost two weeks, and Hal was getting frustrated at not finding

anything, so...

I threw him the party to try to lift his spirits. Not knowing he was dead in the

basement. I had no idea.

Like I said, I got there at five, and I saw no one coming or going.

I promise.

You said metal detector you used?

Whose was it? One of Hal's. He had a bunch of detectors and scanners

to the house.

When he first moved in, I kept that one for myself, and he didn't even realize

it was missing.

Did you see it delivered?

Yeah, why?

You saw them being delivered?

No, but I saw the Global Courier boxes in the garage after.

Global Courier delivered them?

Oh, hey, Phil. Hey, Bryce.

Got a sign for this one.

Overnight delivery.

Must be something important.

Yeah, you could say that.

Just out of curiosity, all those feds in here the other night, what was that all

about? Everything okay?

You tell us, Phil.

You said you hadn't been here since Bryce put his deliveries on hold.

You got a full confession?

Yep, signed it just now. So what happened exactly?

Phil here got wise to our victim Hal ordering treasure hunting tools to the

SEALs place.

Instead of blowing the whistle, Phil demanded a cut from Hal in exchange for

silence. Phil accused Hal of holding out. They fought. Things got ugly. And

ended up delivering Hal's own hammer to his head.

All about a half hour before Mary got there to throw Hal's party. So much for

happy Halloween.

Oh, part director, wrong door.

Which door were you expecting to open, Miss Hines?

Tucky's office, funny enough. Oh, my gosh.

Boy, did I get turned around.

But, you know, speaking of Ducky's office, and since I am here.

Yes. Did you get my consensus report?

I did receive it, Ms. Hines. And I must say, it was quite comprehensive.

I tried. You succeeded. Seeing all those wishes for Dr. Mallard's office, very

helpful. So, is there a decision forthcoming? As soon as I decide what's

for everyone.

Speaking of deliveries, Director, don't you got one to make? Oh, we're in

conference room. Oh, indeed.

Hang in there, Ms. Hines.

I promise a decision soon.

Oh, Bryce, my boy.

Oh, God, I'm so happy to see you.

I'm so sorry I haven't made it to the house yet, Grandpa.

That's all right. But what am I doing back here?

Not that it's not lovely to see you all again, Agent. Well, lovely to be seen.

This is NCIS Director Vance.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Prescott, Lieutenant, and...

Lenny. Lenny. Got it.

Agents Knight and Torres asked me to join them to return this piece of

that is rightfully yours, which I do with great pleasure.

Somebody actually found treasure?

It was found in the basement of your family hunting lodge. Any chance you

recognize it? Well, yeah. That was one of your grandfather's old lock boxes. He

had quite a few of these ugly old things, but I thought they'd all been

the fire.

No, not this one, I guess.

Believe it.

Your grandfather gave me this on the boardwalk in Coney Island.

He was just back from Korea, and like you, he looked damn good in a uniform.

And it still works.

Like it would yesterday.

Who's this?

That's your dad.

On his fifth birthday.

Oh, Bryce.

He would be so proud of you.

This is what my husband meant when he talked about priceless treasure.

Memories.

Family.

Good morning.

Good morning,

everyone.

We good, Nick?

Okay, yeah, good enough.

Oh.

Well, what do you think?

I think you're a genius.

Oh, not me. It was all Director Vance. Uh, credit where credit is due, Case.

Just say thank you.

Thank you. No.

Thank you.

Dr. Palmer, what do you think? I think I love it, sir. And what would Ducky

think? Oh, he's here.

He loves it, too.

The Bell Mallard Memorial Multipurpose Room doesn't exactly roll off the

does it? Okay, so I've actually been thinking of some nicknames, like the

Pond or Ducky's Den.

How about just Ducky?

As in meet me at Ducky's?

Yeah, not bad.

By the way, where's Agent McKee?

Oh, yeah, he's got to be there.

Casey, hey.

Hey, where are you? Everyone's at, uh... duckies and you are going to love this

place yeah i'm uh i'm just finishing something up real quick i'll be right

okay see you soon yeah okay mint

muncher let's see what you're all about