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Hurry up, you guys. We've got less than 20 minutes left. Why can't we just go to

a bar and get drunk like normal people? Because this is fun. We're solving a

mystery. Oh, you want a mystery?

Why, anyone would pay 50 bucks for this crap.

Hey, I found his key. Don't know where it goes.

Um, gay master, a little help here, please?

The supply closet looks interesting.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Your turn.

Come on!

Let's go!

We've got time. Come on, come on, come on.

You can go a little faster. Okay, okay.

Oh, my God.

I'm doing it. Okay, go.

Okay, I got it.

Okay.

Okay, all right. This has got to be the worst dead body that I've ever seen.

Jared, it's not funny.

No, no, seriously. Look, he still has the price tag on him.

What was that?

Sounded like gunshots.

Game Master, what was that sound?

Game Master.

Guys, I don't think this is part of the game.

Yeah, let's get out of here.

Let's go. Come on. Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

What's wrong? Open it!

It's locked.

Remember? It's in the escape room. It's locked on the outside.

Hey, go, go, go. Hey, let us out of here!

I was up all night playing it. Wait, the one with the teddy bears? What is it

from? Kindness. Killing with kindness. So dumb, but it's addictive.

Uh, what is this?

What did we get? Visited by the post -it fairy?

Oh, they're from McGee.

Don't forget to file the SAYAS report.

Evals to be logged this week.

Running low on post -its. Remember to restock. Unbelievable.

have left these before he left for vacation.

He's a thousand miles away. He found a way to micromanage. Okay, don't take it

personally. This is just McGee being McGee.

Okay, well, this is Torres being Torres.

Go ahead and throw these away.

Oh, you know you'd say that. Don't let Torres throw them away.

Damn. I was just telling him it was a cleaning crew.

You know you'd say that, too.

Good morning, folks.

Whoa.

Let me guess, McGee.

We blame you.

Me? Yeah, well, it was your idea for him to go take a vacation. Hey, he came to

me wanting to talk.

Between work and potty training, the twins, the poor guys, exhausted, so I

him to take a few days off.

Yeah, to the Bahamas, no less. That was all gift.

An old Marine buddy of his lives there and recommended a hotel.

Listen, I'm happy for the guy. I'm just saying that Daddy gets tired, too.

What do I have to do to get a vacation in the Bahamas?

Have twins.

Reach Tobias Fornell.

Don't waste my time.

Hey, it's me, again.

Where the hell are you, pal?

Hey, Gibbs, did you see what McGee did here?

Grab your gear.

We got a body.

Hey, Louie.

Hey. Is everything okay?

Yeah. You seem a little distant lately. I mean, more than you usually do, which

is lost. Jack.

I'm fine.

Okay. Hey, let's go.

Huh?

Are you serious? Come on. Oh, my gosh.

This thing has two bars. I don't even move it, and then it has zero bars.

Can you just stop with the phone already? They're fine.

What if something happens and they need me? I am the senior field agent.

It's just a couple of days.

I'm sure Bishop and Torres will manage.

Maybe I didn't leave enough Post -Its.

Welcome to the Bahamas.

First time?

Yes, yeah, thank you.

Yeah, we just arrived this morning.

Then you're in for a treat. Thank you. The island is paradise, Connor.

Anything you need, just ask for me, Clarence. Thank you, Clarence.

Question for you. Do you have a business center around here? Something with, you

know, some decent Wi -Fi connection, maybe a secure fiber optics line in case

need the extra bandwidth?

You do know you're in the Bahamas, right?

He's right.

Come on, just put your phone down and relax.

This is the first vacation we've had alone since we got the twins.

I mean, enjoy it.

You're absolutely right.

Sorry, I'm just a little out of practice.

Okay.

What was that? What?

Oh, I didn't hear anything.

You beeped.

No, I don't think I did.

Really? Seriously?

Hold on. Oh, I'm the one that needs to put the cell phone down? I was checking

up on the kids.

Why? Your mother has them. They're fine. You know that.

Maybe I'm a little out of practice, too.

Hey, let's make a pact.

Pact? Yeah.

Every second of every day, always about the kids.

or what happened at work, or who was supposed to call the plumber. It's never

just about us.

Yeah. You know what I missed, though?

Yeah, me too.

So, from this point on, absolutely no talking about kids or work

is allowed.

Okay? We only talk about you and me. Agreed?

Agreed. Okay.

Nice weather.

The breeze is nice.

Beautiful birds.

So the victim's name is Chief Petty Officer Norman Mason, 33, the Navy

Reservist, who runs the escape room out of his house.

Escape what?

Well, it's a game.

They lock you in a room, and you have to solve a mystery before the clock runs

out. What do you win if you solve it?

They let you out of the room.

What if you don't solve it?

They also let you out of the room.

I feel like I'm not explaining this right.

Who found the body?

Morning cleaning lady.

Group came in last night to play the game and they heard shots.

They were trapped inside all night until she showed up.

First on the scene and also found it. They weren't sure if it was real or a

process. They called us.

His gunshot wounds are certainly real. He's got one in the abdomen, one in the

sternum, a couple in his right arm.

Very unfocused. I would not say we're looking at the work of a professional.

Where'd they find this?

Uh, right down there in the corner.

What is it?

Light.

Yeah, so that classified document?

Not a prop.

What isn't a Steve Broome guy doing with all this?

Planning an escape of his own.

Chief Petty Officer Norman Mason, owner and operator of the Mystery Madhouse

escape room. Single, no kids, according to his neighbors, just a quiet nerdy

guy. Was hoarding classified documents. Why?

Mason wasn't always an escape room nerd before he went into business for

himself. He worked as a computer programmer at a DOD think tank.

Do we know what they were working on?

Still going through the documents, but there's been multiple references to his

boss, Dr.

Malcolm Lucas, and something called Deep Raven.

We talk to Lucas yet? We can't. He died in a boating accident about a year ago.

I have calls in to the DOD supervisor assigned to the project.

Okay, we know why Mason had the documents. What was he doing with them?

Maybe he was filling intel. That would explain the secret room and the go bag.

Maybe a deal gone bad.

A lot of maybes there.

Anything on his computer?

Casey's been trying to access them, but they're heavily encrypted, so it might

take a while.

Maybe he doesn't have to.

Oh, we talked about this. Come on, McGee's the guy who loves all that

computer stuff. I mean, why don't we just give him a call?

No, we're not interrupting his vacation. You heard Sloan. He really needs this

trip. What do you think, Ives? I think somebody better do something.

Torres, check in with Palmer.

Bishop, keep trying to supervise him.

Are you going somewhere?

Out.

What you got for me, Jimmy?

Oh, hey, Nick. I'm just taking a break, doing some car shopping, checking out

some brochures. Oh, you got your insurance payout? Yeah, finally. You'd

that after getting your car blown up in an assassination attempt, they might

fast -track you. But no.

So you're looking at a sedan, you know, something fast, maybe with a little,

something with a little muscle, actually.

I'm checking out a minivan. Don't say that word. No, no, no. Hear me out,

Minivans have gotten way cooler. No, cooler? What? To me, no. This one model

a built -in vacuum, HD infotainment system, 360 -degree car surround camera.

Let me see that.

6 .2 -liter V8 engine with a 737 horsepower.

We call it the man -van.

The man -van? Man -van.

Nope. That's your next body?

Well, as suspected, Mason died of massive hemorrhaging due to multiple

wounds.

I meant like something new.

No, I found a rash on his outer arm here. It could be an allergic reaction,

I sent a sample up to Casey.

Wow, Jimmy, that's all you got? A case of eczema?

I have saved the best for last.

While examining his mouth, I found this wedged behind his back molar.

What is this?

Is this a SIM card?

He must have hidden it there right before he died.

Our next chip goes to a young lady who personifies what these rooms are all

about.

Six months, clean and sober, and she did it one day at a time.

Emily.

Thank you for coming, Uncle Gib.

I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

I know it's only six months, but I don't know. It feels good.

Of course, I wouldn't even be here if you and Dad hadn't stepped in when you

did. We just gave you a push. You did all the heavy stuff.

Dad didn't make it, huh?

No, it's weird, right? I saw him last week, and he said he was coming.

I even helped put a reminder on his phone. Come on. You know Tobias and

technology. He makes me look good.

Still, it's just not like him.

Do you think he's okay, Uncle Gibbs?

Oh, yeah, yeah, he's fine.

He's fine.

Yeah.

I gotta go.

Proud of you.

Thank you.

I'll call you later. Okay.

Yeah. Hey, I'm here with Casey. Turns out that Mason had a SIM card he didn't

want the killer to find. He must have seen the killer approach from outside

hid the card right before they came in.

What's on it?

A data file of passwords, hopefully to Mason's computers, because we've had no

luck breaking in.

Anything else? Yes.

Actually, I checked Mason's call logs, and he made a call to the same unlisted

number every other day at the exact same time.

I traced the call's location, and you'll never guess where it is.

Are you kidding?

Well, we were surprised, too.

But Casey checked twice, and Mason called the Bahamas on a regular basis.

Okay, um, any idea who he was calling?

See, that's the thing. We were hoping that you could help us find out. Guys,

on vacation, okay?

I literally just finished telling Delilah that I wasn't going to even

work. I know. We know, and we're sorry, but we just figured since you're down

there... Well, what about, like, Gibbs' Marine buddy? He lives down here. Why

don't you ask him?

I know. He's not an agent.

And for the record, man, I didn't want to interrupt your vacation, but Bishop,

you know... Hey, what? That is...

Okay, no, no, no. Look, I will get it, okay?

Doesn't make any sense for you guys to point out.

Really? Are you sure, McGee? Because we're so sorry.

Hopefully it doesn't take too long.

No, I'm worried about what Delilah's going to say.

How is everything, Mrs. McGee?

Enjoying your meal?

Trying to, but to be perfectly honest, the view's a little distracting.

Ah, the Riley's.

They do enjoy each other. Oh, I would say so.

Give them a few more seconds and they'll be enjoying each other right there on

the table.

I'm sure you're used to it. You probably get all the honeymooners.

Actually, the Rileys are celebrating their 10th wedding anniversary.

You need anything else? Just let me know.

Hey.

I'm sorry, Nick.

This Bishop and Torres, they wouldn't stop calling me.

Oh, wow.

Geez. Get a room, right?

They've been married six years longer than that.

Listen, the guys have caught a case that's linked to the Bahamas. They want

to go check out this address tomorrow.

That's fine. But the address is not far, and it won't take me long at all. Tim,

I said it's fine.

You're not mad?

No.

In fact, let's go together.

Let's make a day of it. We'll go see the island. It'll be fun.

Yeah? Yeah.

Okay.

Same number. That's definitely where Mason called.

This is charming in a funky sort of way.

According to Casey, Mason called at exactly 11 .30. That's just a few

from now.

Whoever was calling Mason probably doesn't know he's dead.

What do you mean?

They might still be expecting a call.

I guess we just wait until she shows up.

Let's get some drink.

I

think

that's Nathan's phone, buddy.

Right on time.

She looks harmless enough.

Excuse me, ma 'am.

From NCIS. I'd just like to ask you if you... Ma 'am, excuse me. I need to talk

to you about... Ma 'am.

Tim! Oh, my God, Tim, are you okay?

She's marvelous.

Yeah, thanks.

Hey, is your back any better?

I think I landed on a pineapple.

What did Gibbs say?

Said to track down the beach bum.

Whoever she is, she's hiding something. She ran away.

Well, I asked around the bar, and she comes in here regularly, but no one

her name.

But I have an idea on our next move.

Our next move is to put you on a plane going home.

What? Him?

No, this is not a fun day trip anymore, Delilah.

This has gotten dangerous, and we'll be dealing with a woman who's a killer.

Oh, what? We've never dealt with killers before? I can take care of myself, Tim.

And I seem to remember saving your butt once or twice.

Hey, we took this trip to spend more time together.

Let's do this together.

Besides, I know how we can find our mystery woman.

How? Simple.

Track down her moped.

Did you happen to catch a license plate? Because I know I didn't, and I don't

think that the Hermit Crab Bar has surveillance cameras.

Well, we don't need surveillance cameras.

What'd you get?

While you were on the phone with Gibbs, I asked if I could check their photos,

and sure enough, one of them caught our beach bum. And unfortunately, you can't

make out the license plate, but... I found this.

Beach gum.

I looked it up. It's a rental shop not too far from here, and if we leave now,

we can still grab a bite to eat afterwards.

You coming?

Well, thanks for coming in, Mr. Kittredge.

I just wish it was under better circumstances.

Norman Mason was a good man.

Did you know him well?

He worked on a project at DOD for me back when I was director of special

programs. Yeah, that would be the Deep Raven project?

Yeah, that's right.

Mason Superior, Dr. Lucas, really ran the day -to -day. I was more of a

glorified babysitter.

What can you tell us about the project?

What would you like to know?

Was it worth killing for?

But not unless you consider sea mapping worth killing for.

Deep Raven was an unmanned underwater vehicle.

Basically an underwater drone.

It was designed to map the ocean floor to better study coral reefs, assist in

ship navigation, but it didn't matter in the end.

Why that?

Damn thing never even made it out to sea.

They tried fixing it, but then Lucas had his accident and the project was shut

down. That was about a year ago. I haven't talked to anyone involved since.

What about... Mason's relationship's at work. Did he have any enemies?

Well, it's been a while, but... Yeah.

I remember he had a difficult relationship with one of the other

Reynolds. Eric Reynolds.

Difficult how?

They were always bickering.

Competing with each other.

Okay. Thank you, Mr. Kittredge, if you think of anything else.

Of course.

There is...

One thing that's always bothered me.

Like what?

Well, it's about Dr. Lucas' death.

The authorities said he drowned in a boating accident, but Lucas was on the

team in college. He was good.

Strange, right?

A guy like that accidentally drowning?

All right, we've got to come up with a plan. You just roll up in there and ask

for her information.

We're in the Bahamas. I don't have jurisdiction.

Leave it to me.

Wait, you didn't... Delilah.

Hi. Good afternoon. Can I help you? Yes. So my husband and I were at the beach

earlier, and we met the nicest woman.

And she accidentally left behind her watch.

And we really want to get it back to her, but we didn't catch her last name

her address. So she did mention that she rented a moped from you guys, and I was

wondering if maybe I could get her info.

I'm sorry, but we cannot give out that information.

It's against the rules.

Well... No one has to know. It can be just between us.

Sorry.

How's 50 US dollars sound?

So that was your plan, Brivery?

Did you have a better one?

Well, I was going to come up with one when you gave me enough time. Well, it's

not my fault that I have so much faster than you. You know, you were so

impatient. It's like when we watch our TV shows. Oh, is this because I binge

-watched Ozark without you? Yeah, partly.

I know you.

Uh, I don't think so, sorry.

No, we've met before.

I think you got me confused with someone else, sorry.

I never forget a thing. I swear I know you. Something I should know about him?

Yeah. Oh, my God.

What? Your Tom E. James, the D.

I'm a huge fan of D.

I haven't heard that in forever. Wow.

I just love all the characters, especially L .J. Pitts, the tortured

agent who drinks to alleviate the burden of his... Methionic complex, yes. Yes.

Thank you. I'm proud of that one.

What are you doing in the Bahamas?

Are you researching a new book?

Um, you know, actually, I am.

That's why we're here. That woman that we were asking about earlier?

Researching our new book.

You can help me tremendously.

And the book.

If you could maybe give me some information on this woman.

Sienna Michaels.

She lives on the other side of the island.

Great, great. If you think there's any way you can give me any exact address.

Depends.

If I can get a photo with my favorite author first?

Of course.

Yes.

You can take that. All right.

There, here we go.

Beep, beep, beep.

What do we got, Case?

Oh, a lot, actually.

Those passwords we found, I was able to unlock Mason's computer, and a ton of

stuff came up.

Who is that?

That's Dr. Malcolm Lucas.

Our victim, Mason, had a lot of information about his death.

Police reports, newspaper clippings, maps of where the body was found. It was

like he was investigating it. Yeah, and after looking at some of these, I don't

think this was an accident, Gibbs.

Because Lucas is such a good swimmer.

Oh, no, we have more than that.

Okay, so a week after he was reported missing, Lucas's body was found in Lake

Anna. He had to be ID'd by his pacemaker.

The official story is that he went fishing.

Yeah, he drowned, yeah. Yeah, I know that.

But the report says that he went fishing at midnight.

Now, who goes fishing in the middle of the night? It doesn't tell anyone.

There's also an eyewitness who saw Lucas earlier on the dock arguing with

another man.

Police followed up, but couldn't find him.

So, Lucas was murdered.

Made it look like an accident.

Mason might have found out who did it, confronted him about it, and he was

killed. Still doesn't tell us who killed him. What do we know about the other

guy? Oh, you mean the scientist that didn't get along with Mason?

Eric Reynolds, 34, single, works at a biotech lab in D .C.

We checked his home and where it can. No one could find him. Nick, Bobo.

Something else I could help you with?

He's a painless number case.

One thing coming up.

Phone's off. Can't trace it.

Gibbs, it says this number is registered to Tobias Vernell.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Yeah. Fine. Thank you.

All right. Thanks.

I don't like the look of those clouds.

Yeah, looks like a storm might be coming in.

Did you talk to the neighbors?

Yeah, our beach bum, Deanna Michaels, is a British expat. She's been here one

year. They say she's quiet, keeps herself, you know, the kind of thing you

when you live next to a murderer.

Well, let's hope that's not the case, because we are not armed, and we may be

dealing with a double homicide now.

I just got off the phone with Torres. They think whoever killed Mason might

also killed his boss, Dr. Lucas.

Malcolm Lucas?

Yeah, you heard of him?

I met him years ago at a DOD function. He was really impressive.

Very accomplished, brilliant, handsome.

Handsome?

Okay.

Okay, I didn't mean it like that. I'm a handsome, like, first scientist.

Right, so if, like, George Clooney was a scientist, is that what you're talking

about? Come on, don't be jealous.

You know I only have eyes for you.

Well, you better, because I don't know if you've heard, but I'm kind of a big

deal in the Caribbean.

Oh, a big deal, huh?

Hello? Hello?

That's far enough.

Who are you? Why are you here?

I can explain.

Why are you following me?

I already told you. I'm with NCIS. We're investigating the murder of Norman

Mason. You can put the gun down, Sienna.

Oh, my God.

Am I missing something here?

That's Malcolm Lucas.

Looks pretty good for a dead guy.

Sorry about the gun.

For hurting you back at the bar.

You got a hell of a karate flip.

She was just trying to protect me.

Agent McGee, you said Norman Mason is dead.

He was a close friend of mine. What happened?

Well, that's what we're trying to find out.

We're hoping to get some help and maybe you can answer some of our questions.

Starting with, how were you here?

You're supposed to be dead.

Dr. Lucas, if you want to help Norman, you don't have to work with us here.

You staged your death.

Only to protect an invention I created.

Deep Raven, the underwater drone.

One of my colleagues spoke to your former director, but he said it never

Oh, it worked.

It worked beautifully.

Using AI neural networks, it could actually think for itself, teach itself

to perform better. You're talking about deep learning, but AI like that would

require a massive processing unit.

Yeah, I mean, your CPU and data storage alone would be huge. How do you fit that

into one drone?

I didn't.

I had the drone communicate with a more powerful land -based processor using a

sonar antenna.

Nice. Oh, my God, man. That is unreal.

Seriously, I know. It's unbelievable.

Beautiful. Maybe I should leave you guys alone.

But I don't get it. If Deep Raven worked so well, what was the problem?

The problem is what Director Kitteridge wanted the drone for. Do you know what a

loss is?

A lethal autonomous weapon system.

Deep Raven was a weapon?

Kitteridge lied to us.

The purpose was never to map the ocean floor.

It was to deliver bombs.

He wanted to outfit the drones with nuclear payloads.

And without even knowing it, I built them a killing machine.

And once I learned that, I had to destroy it.

So you lied to Kent Ridge, told him that the project was a failure?

Well, why go through the trouble of faking your death at all?

If Deep Raven was destroyed, what was left to hide?

Lucas kept the blueprint.

He destroyed the prototype, but when it came to his research, couldn't go

through with it.

Weapon or not, it's still his baby.

So, he did all this to protect the project that he also regretted building.

And this guy's supposed to be a genius.

It's not uncommon for inventors to have a conflicted relationship with their

invention. Look at Alfred Nobel.

He created dynamite, but regretted it so much that he spent the rest of his life

trying to make up for it with his peace prize.

So... How does our victim, Mason, how does he fit into all this? He helped

stage his death.

The two of them stole a cadaver with a similar body type from a med school.

They fudged the serial numbers on the cadaver's pacemaker to match Lucas.

So the information that we found on Mason's computer, he wasn't

Lucas' death.

Keeping tabs on it, making sure it's stuck.

The two of them kept in regular phone contact, and for extra caution, Lucas'

girlfriend acted as the go -between.

They thought their secret was safe.

Well, Mason's dead now, so maybe not.

You think he was killed because of Deep Raven?

Somebody found out it works, Leon.

They're all looking for it. Well, that means Lucas is a target.

McGee's got him in protective custody.

Military transport, bring them both back to D .C. first chance.

What about this third scientist, Reynolds?

Was he also involved in the cover -up?

Not according to Lucas. But he did say that Reynolds was always suspicious of

Deep Raven's failure.

Well, then you better find him and find him fast because he's either our killer

or our next victim.

That's all I could pack in short notice. I mean, it's more in the back, but I

don't know where we're going. I don't know how long we're going.

It's okay. It won't be forever. We're going to get through this, okay?

All right?

Thank you. Okay.

All right?

Yes. Excuse me a sec.

You guys seem like a really good couple. How long have you been together?

Oh, not long.

We met down here about eight months ago.

Like I was telling your partner, ex -pats like to stick together.

Oh, McGee and I, we don't work together. He's my husband.

Okay. I figured there was something going on.

I could tell by the way he looks at you.

No reception down the street either. It's really coming down out there. Yeah,

the roads are probably flooded. It's best to wait out here until a storm

Hey, do you know where my toiletries are? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. In the back.

I'll help you.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

I'm so sorry about ruining our vacation. I know how much it meant to the both of

us, and I messed up, you know? I should never have agreed to help out on the

case. Okay.

Actually, you want to hear something crazy?

This is the most fun we've had together in years.

I know, right?

I was thinking the same thing.

What?

I was just thinking, how screwed up are we, that it takes a murder investigation

to bring us closer together.

So, that's that.

Yeah. Hey, Gibbs.

MPD just found our third scientist, Eric Reynolds, near a hiking trail.

He was shot to death just like Mason.

Jimmy's still doing the autopsy, but he thinks Reynolds was killed a few hours

before Mason with the same gun.

You still there, Gibbs?

Yeah. You get any prints?

No, but we checked the video doorbell at Reynolds' home and guess who showed up?

The view at Reynolds' house.

So I went to catch up with an old work colleague and it slipped my mind.

Well, it just makes us wonder what else slipped your mind.

Because we found these emails you sent Mason on his computer.

And you contacting two people who turned up dead.

It's not a really good look for you, is it?

Wait a minute.

Reynolds is dead?

No, I didn't.

You don't understand.

What we understand is Deep Raven's failure cost you your job.

When you learned the drone actually worked, you saw it as a chance to

your career and reputation.

But you had to find the drone first.

You went to Mason and Reynolds for information.

And when they didn't tell you anything, you killed them. I didn't kill anyone.

Yes, I contacted them looking for Deep Raven research.

But that was only because of what I discovered at my current job.

Your current job?

I work at DOD Cybercrimes.

A few weeks ago, I discovered someone was trying to sell something that was

identical to Deep Raven on the dark web.

That's why I went to Mason and Reynolds.

I thought it could be them.

Okay, this is true. Why didn't you tell us that the first time we interviewed

you?

He wasn't trying to stop it.

You wanted a piece of the sale, didn't you?

I hate to say it, but I don't think he's our guy.

A smug, greedy profiteer, definitely, but a devil murderer the way he's

panicking?

Hey, Gibbs.

Look, we can keep playing this game where you tell me nothing's wrong, or

can talk to me.

Hey, there you are. Oh, sorry to interrupt.

This couldn't wait.

What do you got?

I finally figured out the cause of Mason's skin rash.

Jimmy was right. It was an allergic reaction to something the killer was

wearing, specifically calophilium inophilium oil. Okay.

English? Oh, um, it's an oil primarily used in organic suntan lotion.

It comes from the Alexandrian laurel plant, which is native to the Bahamas

only sold on the island.

Whoever the killer is, either they were recently in the Bahamas or... They're

there now.

McGain. Yeah, I get that. Call us as soon as you get this. Yes, officer, I

it. There is a storm.

We have a federal agent in possible danger.

Kittredge was telling the truth.

Casey analyzed his computer, and someone was trying to sell Deep Raven on the

dark web.

Casey was able to trace the source to a computer overseas.

Lucas' house. Lucas didn't fake his death to protect the project. He did it

sell it.

Mason Reynolds found out. Lucas flew to D .C. to silence him.

Hey, were you able to contact McGee or Jalila? Uh -huh.

The storm is bad.

No reception on that side of the island, and all roads are flooded.

Keep trying McGee, Bishop.

Call our tech base, Andros. See if they can send a chopper.

Copy.

Who are you calling?

Backup.

Oh, what do they say about the tropics? You don't like the weather? Just wait a

minute?

Yeah, I don't know if that applies to a hurricane, Tim.

Help me secure that. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, great.

Get a flashlight. Yeah, there's a couple in here.

You might want to check the kitchen for more. I'll check the hut. Okay.

Did you find anything?

Oh no.

Alright, I'll check the whole closet.

Sienna flew to D .C. the same day Mason was killed. She's our killer.

Don't move.

Sienna, what's going on? Stay where you are.

Oh, I'd listen to her. She's already killed two people.

What? I think you put your trust in the wrong person here.

Sienna found out how valuable your research was, decided to keep it for

probably to sell it.

But when Reynolds and Mason found out what you were up to, flew to D .C.,

them so they couldn't talk.

Is that true?

Check your bag.

Bet you'll find your research is gone.

You can still come with me.

We can fill it. We need the money to go wherever we want. We can stop hiding.

You know I can't let you do that.

Our mutual friend Gibbs called and said you might need some help.

Well, you're Gibbs' Marine buddy?

He asked me to keep an eye on you since you first landed, actually.

I would have told you, but Gibbs told me to be discreet.

Sorry about that.

No, no, no, no, that's fine.

Let's see that wound, sir.

Lucas is going to be okay below one straight throw.

And how are you? Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah.

I was thinking about what you said earlier.

I don't think there's anything wrong with us at all.

I think we just thought life's getting away a little bit, you know?

I've been watching you these past few days.

It's going to sound corny.

Say it.

It reminded me of you.

When we first met.

You're right.

So corny.

Told you.

So I was thinking, a few weekly date nights, definitely every week. We should

try to get away more often. Your mother would love the extra time with the kids.

Tim.

Yeah?

Shut up and kiss me.

Okay, thanks.

Yep. Bye, Mickey.

Well, Lucas is at Andrews getting his leg looked at, and the woman formerly

known as Sienna Michaels is being held awaiting extradition.

Formerly known?

Yeah. It turns out her real name is Deirdre Mulray. She's a fugitive wanted

London for bank fraud. That's why she's been hiding out in the Bahamas.

God, what is it with the Bahamas?

Fugitives, making scientists?

I mean, is it really that great?

Yeah, well...

We will just have to ask McGee when he gets back.

Won't be any time soon.

He asked for a few more days off.

He and Delilah are going off grid.

Oh, that's good. That's good.

That's good for them.

They deserve it.

Really? I thought you'd be jealous.

What is it to be jealous of? You work at the happiest job on earth.

You are so full of it. Hey, Gib, you coming?

I'll catch up with you.

I would have come out there, but you said to keep this between us. That's

What do you got?

Um, the blood you found.

I ran it like you asked.

I got a match.

Yeah. Gibbs,

I saw that you called.

A blood match came back.

Is it Fornell's?

Huh?

Damn it.

How much does Casey know?

Not much. Kept her in the dark like all the others.

So Fornell is MIA and we are no closer to catching Meriwether.

My head.

What are you suggesting?

We keep going.

For how long as long as it takes man?

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