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He's your dealer.

Your what?

Your dealer? Dad, calm down.

Oh, Dad is not calming down.

Your daughter overdosed on opioids.

You have to prepare yourself for the possibility she won't survive the night.

But rest assured, we are doing everything in our power to make sure...

Everything in your power? Hey, hey.

And why are you the only one standing here? All hands on deck. Get to work.

save my daughter's life!

Emily Fornell had counterfeit opioids in her blood.

Pills that were coming across the border from Canada.

So I hear.

From who?

Sounds like Kim's been working at Pied Project.

Boss, there's one other thing.

Yeah? About what? Well, I think I found a lead on those counterfeit opioids you

had mentioned were coming out of Canada.

Kim, give it to the DEA.

You sure, boss? You don't want to check with Fornell? He wants to move on.

Give it to DEA.

Sirs, anyway.

All right, let me get this straight. You think that Bishop and I deserve to be

stuffed into lockers. Yeah. But you spend your lunch reading up on the

Hey, you think it's just a little flute, but, you know, it really adds sparkle

to that sound.

Victim. What do we know?

Navy musician, first class, John Warren. Single, no kids. Comes from a long line

of sailors. His father and grandfather were in the Navy as well. All right.

Motive? We really sure this was a murder when the guy jumped out of a bus.

You think he poisoned himself? I don't think so. I reviewed Warren's psych

evals, and yes, he did have some issues, but he was on medication that seemed to

be working. There's nothing to suggest he was suicidal.

All right, profile the rest of the band. A few flags would calm the final.

Got it.

Ricky. Yeah?

You got point.

What's that?

You got point.

I gotta go.

Uh, for now, or... Uh...

Next couple of days, whittle down the suspects.

Find the killer.

Excuse me?

Leave?

Hey.

What's going on?

Taking a couple of days off.

Uh -huh.

Because you do that so often.

When we're tracking a service member's killer.

It's surgeon season.

Wow.

You are a horrible liar.

Cornell needs help.

Emily left rehab.

Anything I can do to help?

Give McGee a lead. He can handle the rest.

Hey, hey!

What'd you tell him? I told him you needed me and that Emily had left rehab.

It's not quite true.

It's not quite a lie.

How is she?

Emily's great. She completed her program with flying colors.

I think this nightmare might finally be behind her.

Not for us.

No, not us, which is why I texted you. I got a lead on the errand boy who

supplied the poison that nearly killed my little girl.

You think he can lead us to the guy who's running this thing?

The head of the snake.

Yes. And yeah, the errand boy is going to be our way in.

What? Look at you.

You just did.

Chomping at the bit.

Yeah, like you're not.

Okay.

But if we do this thing, we do it the right way.

What other way is there?

All right.

Saddle up, Butch.

No, no, no.

Let's be clear here.

I'm Sundance.

You are never not Butch.

Look at them.

What a sad sight.

Talk about dawn of the dead.

You look at these zombies, and you assume that they were damaged goods way

before they got here.

Weak, broken, losers, just trying to dull the echo in their empty heads, and

then it's your own kid.

What do you think?

Who's broken now?

How's the pizza?

Better yesterday.

Hey, don't litter.

That's not littering. It's for the birds.

Literally.

Litteringly.

You get it?

Littering? Literally?

You know, there's a taco stand two blocks down.

Stretch your legs.

Get off your ass. Get some air.

What if I miss something here?

Been two days of nothing here. You know damn well. The second I start ordering

my chimichangas, all hell's gonna break loose. No hell.

We're not waiting on hell. It's one guy.

Your errand boy.

What the hell kind of a name is Josh Winston for a drug dealer, anyway?

In your notes, you call him a drug rep.

Former drug rep.

Now distributing black market fentanyl lollipops for this...

So -called doctor.

Doctor's in.

For a new day, selling the black market stuff at a discount.

Not for much longer.

You got that right.

Where are you going?

He's no Mr. Big, but Dr. Dad has a hell of a consolation prize.

Why don't I take him now?

Take him where?

Tobias.

That's our guy. He'll lead us to Mr. Big. Once you cut the head off that

the body dies. There is no more Dr. Death.

That was the plan, wasn't it? Well, that was your plan.

We're sticking with it, right?

Tobias?

You just keep thinking, won't you?

That's what you're good at.

What kind of tacos you want?

So, Gibbs went to help Purnell with his daughter. That makes sense.

That's not exactly what I said.

Jimmy, you said he went to help a friend.

But yeah, and Gibbs only has one friend.

That is exactly what I said. The rest was idle speculation.

No shortage of that going around.

Agent Sloan said she heard something about sturgeon fishing.

Hey, what is up, my favorite crime fighter?

Just discussing where Gibbs disappeared to this time.

No, no, no. You guys were discussing.

I'm kind of done. Oh, excellent. Then maybe you all have time to help me

weighing the Navy band members' instruments.

Why are you weighing instruments?

They seem a little heavier than they should be, and McGee wants to know just

much heavier.

Yeah, McGee, you know he's a tough boss.

Who currently wants us in the squad room? Sorry, Keith.

Sounds like a good workout, though.

How much does it really weigh? I am only as far as the oboe, then I am already

feeling the burn.

Those Navy band members are like smuggling anvils or something.

What's up, Jimmy?

You know I would love to help you, Casey, but I've got my own case right

Uh, drawer number 107, Marine Corporal Richard Darby.

Brought in this morning at 5 .30 a .m. by Special Agent Veronica Tyler.

Oh, Ronnie from the night crew. Yeah, she's so cool. Yeah, she's really...

Where's the body?

That's a good question.

I... I saw the body this morning. It was right here.

That's so weird.

Oh, no. No, this is way worse than weird.

Yeah, are you sure you don't want to come weigh instruments with me?

What? No, maybe later. I should really give Agent Tyler a call.

Hey, could be worse.

If Gibbs was here, you'd have to tell him.

I needed that.

Sorry, I got a little hangry before.

The worst is Emily.

That kid skips a few meals.

Man, I'd rather face Tyson in his prime.

Winston.

About time, Joshy.

You delivering hamburgers now, too?

Or something.

There's no grease on that bag. I bet you he's got his own entry, too.

Stay to the plan.

We follow him first.

Or we could force him to give up the head of the snake right now.

We don't torture.

I didn't say torture.

I said force.

Tobias. Or we could coerce him. Or we could leverage him.

With enough dirt to turn on his boss so he goes away for life.

You are such a killjoy.

He's the only lead we got.

We can't turn him. We don't have anything.

Can we at least take a look inside there? Do a little recon?

We look like two cops.

You look like a cop.

I look like crap.

Or at least I look like a guy who needs some cheap painkillers for his bum hip.

Aren't you a little bit curious about how it works?

Who you call?

Really?

If you're going inside, I'm listening.

You got ten minutes.

You serious?

Yes. You couldn't get through those zombies in ten minutes.

New patient?

Yeah.

Name? Number? What's hurting?

What's hurting?

Reason for your visit?

Yeah.

You take insurance?

Cash only.

$250. Up front. How long's it wait?

Just have your money ready.

Hey. How you doing?

I don't mean to... I'm not trying to...

What's your name?

I'm in your business.

Too many questions, dude. Let's go. No, stop.

Sorry, I'm just... How old are you?

you are, Uncle Ed. I was worried sick about you.

I'm sorry about Uncle Ed.

He's not all there. Yeah, I had a feeling. You probably can see that.

He just likes to wander.

Yeah, like, come on. Come on, Uncle Ed.

You need somebody to talk to your parents, maybe?

Ed, let's go home.

Give me a sec. I'm not playing.

You okay?

All right, all right. Out, out, out. Both of you.

Sorry, James.

I don't know who got into me in there. Really?

You don't?

Is your eye okay?

Oh, no. No.

What happened to his car? Where did his car go? They get out so fast. We were

only in there a couple of minutes. Well, maybe, just maybe, he heard you asking

all those questions, and he got his butt out of here. Well, we'll get him

tomorrow. I mean, not we, me.

You can blame me all you want, but did you see that young girl in there? That

could have been Emily.

Forget her.

What?

Forget Emily.

Check your heart at the door.

Otherwise, Tobias, you and me are wasting our time here.

You're right.

100%. And I mean it.

You lack two days' work, nothing to show for.

I want to make it up to you, taking the shift myself tomorrow.

Absolutely. Great idea. Sure.

You don't trust me? No, I don't.

Please give!

I don't know when this guy's going to come back, but when he does, I'm going

be here.

And I swear to God, I will not make a move on him until I talk to you.

In the meantime, you might want to... Looks like I got you

pretty good.

Want to lay one on me?

Feel better about you?

Kid, the next time I say let's go someplace like Bolivia, let's go

like Bolivia.

Yes!

Attaboy, Butch. Now we're back on the trail.

Wait a minute.

Am I supposed to be your Uncle Ed?

Hey, look. Gives us back.

How's Emily?

She's okay.

For now.

Here I... What happened?

So? So?

You're... You're not going to tell me.

Tell you what?

I guess Emily packs quite a wallop, huh?

Agent Gibbs, you have a second? Jack, there's fishing and there's sturgeon

fishing. Sturgeons are fighting fish.

Of course.

Of course.

What? What's up?

It's actually kind of private.

Oh, sorry. Okay, have a good night.

Call you later.

I'm sorry, Agent Gibbs. I just wanted to tell you something before you heard it

anywhere else. Hear what?

Well, actually, you know, Casey already knows. Are you sure that you don't know

already? I just got here.

That you have a way of knowing things before anyone else does, and so you...

Okay, well, I just... I wanted you to know that, um, you know, I might have

misplaced a body.

Misplaced? Yeah, or it's, uh, missing?

Missing. How?

I was just about to go meet Agent Tyler back at NCIS. We're going to figure it

all out.

I'll meet you there.

No, Agent Gibbs, please. We can handle this. I'll meet you there.

Right. Like I told Agent Tyler, it's got to be a perfectly logical explanation

for all this.

Jimmy, here you are.

Gibbs.

Tyler.

Hey, are you okay?

I'm just hearing about your car. What is going on? Yeah, I'm going to miss that

old clunker. Although now I get to get that minivan I've had my eye on.

Yeah, clunker or not, what was it? Are we talking a grenade or... No, it was an

IED.

Casey already ran a fragment. We found out the thing.

It's a basic device any lunatic can pick up in the dark web.

It's attached to my door.

Unfortunately, my remote set it off. Otherwise, I would be...

Gosh, Jimmy, I'm so sorry.

No, no, I'm fine. I'm fine, really. I don't even have a concussion.

I'm sorry. There was nothing you did.

That's just a connection.

I mean, could there be?

First the body disappears and then Jimmy's car blows up? And don't you have

famous rule about coincidences, Gibbs?

No.

Who was the body?

Marine Corporal Richard Darby.

Fairfax PD called us to his home around 2 last night. Found in his driveway,

single gunshot to the chest.

Witnesses. Lived alone, no next of kin.

The neighbors heard the shots, but they were otherwise unhelpful. I logged in

Darby's body here at 5 .32 a .m.

The body was absolutely here at 7 a .m. when I got here, but by 3 in the

afternoon, it was gone.

Now, as soon as Jimmy called, I came back to check our cameras, only to find

that they'd been rebooted around noon by our security vendor to fix some kind of

glitch. System was offline for almost two hours. One of those two hours was my

lunch break.

Oversold the body, I knew that.

What could I possibly have done to take off that vendor?

Nothing, Jimmy.

But I'm still going to check the entire security staff.

They'll check more than that. Protective custody for both of you.

Oh, I don't need protection.

It was your case, Ronnie.

They came after me. I mean, who's to say they won't come after you, too? Your

family's, too.

Yeah, Brina and Victoria, they're already at my in -law's cabin up at the

Lakes. Yeah, and my daughter's safe at home with my mother -in -law.

There'll be an agent at both of your homes.

In the meantime...

You get some rest.

Yeah, like that'll be possible.

Works for me.

I am good right here.

Hey, McGee.

Morning.

Good update.

Well, I just got off the phone with the CO. Turns out that Corporal Darby put in

for disability retirement two weeks ago. What kind of disability?

Well, CO wouldn't exactly use the term PTSD, but she says he hasn't been the

same since his unit was ambushed in Afghanistan two years ago.

Corporal Darby lost two buddies.

CO says ever since then he's become increasingly antisocial and angry.

Any enemies?

None that she'd know of, but I'm just getting started on that. Where is Bishop

and where is Torres? Well, they are already at Darby's house.

Double -checking the crime scene and Agent Tyler's witness list.

What about you, Gibbs?

How is the fishing?

Yeah, Moss, you catching the surgeon?

Now they're worth keeping.

So that's it?

Nothing more you care to share with me about your trip?

No. Not yet, Leon, no.

What about Dr. Palmer?

I spoke with Agent Tyler after you assigned them protection.

That was a good call.

Palmer's fine.

Tyler's sleeping in Casey's office. Good.

You know she's family.

Yeah. You and her husband.

Late husband.

Daryl. My godson.

He was killed in Iraq last year.

Tyler's been an ace on the night crew, Leon.

Send an agent to watch her family.

Send another.

Keep me posted.

Hey.

She's good.

You could move her to days.

Like I said, Gibbs, she's family.

I'm only going to take nepotism so far.

Darby sure lived a pretty minimal existence. Not much to speak of in the

furniture or clothes.

Yeah, same with his camper.

Canned food, bottled water.

Not much else.

All right, well, let's see what we've got on Tyler's witness list.

Yeah, maybe one of them can tell us where Gibbs disappeared to.

Oh, my God. Would you stop already?

Where'd Gibbs go? Why'd he come back tonight? That's making us all crazy. I

know, I know. Okay, we'll talk about something else.

Talk about Jimmy's hot new car.

His old car isn't even cold yet. I know, but the dude wants, like, a dad mobile.

I mean, this is such a rare opportunity.

Either get a badass car or go home.

You call someone blowing up Jimmy's car a rare opportunity?

For Jimmy to be cool?

Uh, yeah.

Excuse me.

Do you know if they caught the guy?

Not yet. We're working on it. Let's see. Next -door neighbor. You would be Carl.

Is it Chunk? Carl Chunk, yes.

Yeah, I spoke to that nice agent the night it happened.

Yeah, I've got your statement right here.

Poor Darby.

He kept to himself, but he was a really great neighbor.

Baloney! Respect for the dead, Gila. Darby was a grade -A weirdo, Chunk, and

know it.

Which would make you Gila Shaw.

That guy was always puttering around his camper, muttering about the end of the

world. Puttering and muttering. Got it right here.

For the record, I never heard a mutter anything like that. Who the hell asked

you, Chunk? Come on, people.

Inside voice.

Geez. All right, well, what we could use, anything you guys remember, maybe

forgot to tell Agent Tyler?

Don't you think we would have called if there was?

Why, she gave us her card, isn't it?

Nothing new here.

I heard a gunshot around midnight and then a car speeding away. I sure didn't

hear any car.

And it was more like 1230.

I live right next door here, Diva. You live two houses down. And I still hear

better than you, Chunk.

Come on, sunshine.

Tyler was not kidding.

Neighbors are decidedly unhelpful.

Gibbs? Hey, Tobias. What?

How's your day going, Butch?

Not bad. I'm busy. What about you? Just got to the clinic.

Winston hasn't shown up yet, but I'll call you as soon as he gets here.

Listen, doesn't look like I'm going to be able to join you.

No problem. I can handle it.

You sure about that? I insist.

My emotions are completely in check, Gibbs, and I'm sticking to the plan.

Okay, so, when our guy shows up, I just track his moves.

We'll pull the trigger as soon as you're free.

No, no, no, no, no. There's no trigger pulling.

It's a metaphor, Butch.

Lighten up. Listen, you lighten up, okay? You keep your head in the game,

Tobias.

You know what? Don't even ask.

Whoa, not even have Jimmy?

You're not the only one having a rough couple of days, you know?

Yeah, I know.

Why do you think I've had a rough couple of days?

Look, if you want to tell me what you and Fornell are up to, you will.

Right?

Meantime, my main concern is finding out who blew up Jimmy's car and stole Agent

Tyler's victim. Seriously, how does that even... Moth.

What, McGee? It's about Agent Tyler.

Yeah, what?

I was just about to send over that additional agent to help guard her

Turns out that Tyler sent that first agent home.

She did what?

Did they get Tyler up here?

She's not with you? She was, half -sleeping in one of my comfy chairs

got a phone call and ran out without a word.

You have to tell them, Ronnie. Mom, I cannot tell anyone. Hey, and neither can

you. Don't you get that? I have to do this alone.

Do what?

What's going on, Tyler?

Give us nothing.

I just had to go home.

I'm sorry, Gibbs. I had to.

Or he's going to kill my little girl.

It's Corporal Darby. Jimmy's missing body.

I dropped off Darby's body at the end of my shift, planning to go and finish the

case the next day, only to get home and find a masked man in my living room. He

climbed through my bedroom window like a demon in the night.

Medium height and build, he had a slight accent of some kind, but he had...

He had a gun on my Jasmine.

He told me if I ever wanted to see her again.

But I need to get Darby's body back, along with any evidence that might point

back to him.

How do you find your place?

We have been racking our brain about this. How does he know us? Do we know

It wasn't some kind of setup.

And why Jimmy?

I think that was my fault.

I was trying to reason with the guy.

Told him it was too late, that our M .E. already examined the body.

What was it he said? Let me worry about the M .E.

I never meant to put Jimmy in any danger.

You killed the camera?

And took the body.

That's creepy.

I know.

But right now, I won't do anything to get my baby back.

Now do we get her back?

So the guy called at noon like he said he would. Told me to make the drop in

Franconia. 3 p .m., a trash can in Memorial Park.

Drop a whole body in a trash can?

No. Just the right hand.

This was bound for a nursing school in Ohio, but they'll just have to wait.

I swear, Jimmy, if you'd been in your car, I'd never forgive myself.

I wasn't, all right? So you won't have to.

There's nothing to apologize for.

I'm good.

Hey, what if this guy realizes that's not Darby's hand?

It won't matter.

He will be in custody by then.

You'll have your daughter back.

From your mouth to God's ears.

Are you kidding me?

With Agent Torres on the case?

It's a guarantee.

Jimmy, you gotta hurry up with that hand.

Nothing points to our killer yet, boss, but I did discover a few odd details

about Corporal Darby.

How long? Well, a therapist says that over the past year, Darby has gone from

being a confident, optimistic Marine to a sleep -deprived paranoiac. He's

planning for some kind of cataclysmic event.

What, end of the world kind of stuff?

Doomsday prepper, which would explain the camper in his backyard packed with

bottled water and canned goods.

What else?

His bank accounts.

Darby closed them last week. Took out his entire life savings in cash, $106

,000. Wow, that is an amount worth killing for.

For our killer.

You ready, Nick?

Yeah.

I'll meet you out front.

One more minute. Stand by.

Why wait, Gibbs?

I should just go now.

Set three.

We go at three.

You make the drop.

You keep moving.

Let Torres do the rest.

Don't expect me to keep moving too far.

Tyler, are you sure you're up to this?

If it was your daughter, wouldn't you be?

Let me call you back. I only need 30 seconds.

You got 15.

That taco stand. I went back. They sit okay with you?

All right, Tyler, you're on.

And go, Tyler. I am not leaving without her.

Not for you. If you want to see your daughter again, go home and wait for a

call. Go.

Go. That's our guy.

No!

No,

no,

no. You're not going to die today.

You're not going to die today.

Where's the girl?

Talk to me. Where's the girl?

Where is my daughter?

Where is she?

You should have had him.

Don't do that, Nick. This is not your fault.

It's on me.

I should have handled it myself.

Don't you say that.

No one is better off alone.

Jimmy. Which is why Casey is headed down here right now, and together we're

going to find something on this guy's body to tell us where your daughter is.

As soon as we know who he is.

Now, normally I would ask if you recognize him, but not with a fake beard

mustache.

Don't think I've seen him before.

And he had no ID.

We got no hit on his prints.

McGee has his prints now.

We'll know soon enough.

No hits off the U .S. database, but Interpol had his prints on file.

Kidnapper is Arda Dogan. He's now 54, career criminal, dishonorably discharged

by the Turkish Army in 2002.

Munitions expert.

So he'd know how to make a bomb.

He'd still wanted in his native Turkey for armed robbery and kidnapping.

How can we help give? Where's Agent Tyler?

I'm right here, Director.

Is that our guy?

Well, according to Homeland Security, Dogen escaped to Canada, where it's

believed he then emigrated here under the alias Carl Cheswick.

That was 2012 and not a peep since. Current whereabouts unknown.

Okay, he's got a new alias.

Yeah, but now he does look familiar.

I was about to say the same thing.

Yeah, to me too. How do we know him?

Did you see Trey?

Do you still have my witness list?

That's it.

The crime scene.

He's the neighbor. Carl Chunk.

Let's go.

We got anything?

Nothing. No sign of her. She's got to be here somewhere. We'll find her, Ronnie.

We're not going to leave here until we do.

I got a weapon. Found it under one of the floorboards.

Same caliber. They killed Darby. I say we hit both basements again. At least

Darby's. I mean, these doomsday properties have bunkers. Okay, all

scoured this entire area. Let's scour it again. Let's go. KC, what do you got?

Pine is today, Gibbs. You see any?

No way. Hold on.

What are you saying? They're looking for pine trees, Gibbs.

The killer had sap on the soles of his shoes.

Well, there's pine trees all around it.

Wait, I also...

A single seed, Quercus virginiana, buried very deeply under his very dirty

fingernails. A Virginia what now, Kate?

Oak trees. Do you see any nearby?

Yeah, there's one right here.

I mean, we searched the camper inside and out.

But not under.

Let's look.

Jasmine!

Jasmine! Jasmine, where are you?

Jasmine! She's got to be here somewhere.

Jasmine!

Jasmine, can you hear us?

Uh, guys, what the hell is this?

God. We got to move this. Anybody got tea? Yeah, I'll find them. Jasmine. All

right, let me get the break.

Jazzy, we have to get her out of here. Got it. Move this thing.

Mommy's here.

Jazzy. Everybody grab a side and push.

Go.

This thing's not budging. We got to push everybody together.

One, two, three, go.

Push. Push.

Everybody push.

Keep going. Push. Keep going. Keep going. Come on. That's it. It's moving.

moving.

Hey, James, James, tell me, tell me. Come here.

Tell me, ready?

Hold on, baby, we're coming.

One, two, three.

Jazzy?

Jazzy, talk to me, baby.

No, we'll stay here, just in case.

In case what?

It's unlocked.

Oh, no, no.

Are you okay?

Did he hurt you?

Thank God.

Let's get her out of here.

Let's go home then.

Good neighbor Carl Chunk got a little nosy with Corporal Darby.

Caught wind of his doomsday prep and him closing out his bank accounts.

Tried to rob Darby in his own backyard and ended up killing him.

Wasn't able to scan Darby's hand.

Chunk took Tyler's card later that night, found out where she lived.

Then set out to cover his tracks while still getting what he was after.

Which was this.

That is what $106 ,000 looks like.

How's it feel?

Not as good as it should.

Well, gentlemen, if any case calls for a celebratory drink, it's this one.

Any takers?

No, thanks, Jack.

I think I'm going to go check on Tyler and her family.

Torres drove her and the kid home. I think he's still there.

Oh, you dangle a missing kid at Taurus and he turns into a bloodhound.

Oh, I'm glad he's our bloodhound.

Good team effort, Leon.

So will you be staying with the team for a while?

Why wouldn't I? I don't know, Gibbs.

I just wasn't sure if you'd, um, if you caught enough sturgeon.

Oh, good question, Leon.

Gibbs?

There's a lot of fish out there.

Yeah, right.

All right, good night.

You sure I can't buy you a cold one?

Jack.

There's something I gotta do.

Good night, kid.

Night.

Bye.

Perfect timing, Gibbs.

You never call.

I take it that Winston never showed up?

No, he didn't. But I found him just the same. Let's just say he's not going to

be much help.

Are those police sirens right here?

Yep. No worries.

I called them.

But it's why I've got to hurry.

What'd you do?

Nothing.

I need some time. Give check back with me in about two weeks. Two weeks?

Two weeks tops, that's all I need.

And I promise you, everything's going to make sense.

Trust me.

Tobias. Trust me.

Two weeks.