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Previously on NCIS.

He hurt? Been shot.

Is that a kennel?

Good Lord!

Your neighbor wasn't fishing with his dogs. He was drowning them!

Who the hell are you?

Tell me you regret what you did.

Can't do that. In that case, I have no choice but to suspend you.

Indefinitely.

I believe in America.

I believe in the working man, the tired single parent and part -time volleyball

coach.

And I believe in his right to take a break from all of that and drive 300

with his favorite musician, Boss, who we both know is about to play an acoustic

set to a very small group of VIPs.

And I deserve to be one of them.

Please.

Let me in.

No, I don't want to play the guard, but I have his face tattooed on mine.

Sir, if you drop trial, I will use my stun gun.

Well, the joke's on you, pal.

After the third time, it didn't even hurt.

claim for you?

On what line, Pamela?

He's not on the phone, sir.

Director Vance.

Mr. Secretary.

Welcome. My apologies for the surprise.

I'm squeezing in fake time with agency heads when and where I can.

Lieutenant, give us a minute, please.

Boss, I just wanted to see if what they tell me is true.

that Leon Vance has gained 10 pounds and lost his right hook.

You son of a bitch.

I'll show you.

It's more like 20 pounds. Good to see you, man. Good to see you, too.

Surprised? What, did Congress approve your waiver or did the Senate actually

confirm you to be the secretary?

Seriously, congratulations, Walter. Thanks, Leon. You also have my sympathy.

That job is one tough hill to climb. Oh, well, I like those.

That's why the Marine Corps gave me four stars.

And why my doctor just gave me new stress meds. You always go for the

Oh, you better believe it.

Starting with?

Hosting the Yemeni foreign affairs minister at my house later this week.

Forget the knockout, Moe. You're going for the title bill.

The Yemenis agreed to sit down.

Which brings me to why I'm really here, Leon.

I understand one of your agents was recently suspended for, shall we say,

conduct unbecoming?

Gibbs.

I didn't realize that that incident made its way so far up the ladder. Well,

normally it wouldn't. But a reporter's been calling asking for DOD comment.

And the timing isn't ideal.

And any negative press could spook the Yemenis.

Which is exactly why I'm not returning those calls. And why I'm asking NCIS not

to comment.

I appreciate the reporter's position.

We don't need the court of public opinion to re -adjudicate that case.

The matter has been handled, Mr. Secretary.

But I understand.

Huh.

And what about Agent Gibbs?

Gibbs doesn't talk to reporters, and neither will his team.

They are skating on thin ice as it is.

Thanks, Leon.

Listen, politics aside, Yemen is in crisis.

The summit has humanitarian implications.

Is there anything else NCIS can do for you? Well, now that you mention it,

is one small thing.

Oh, thanks, Todd.

Todd seemed weird to you?

Todd is not judging us, Bishop.

But you saw him, right? I mean, he clearly knows.

Everyone in NCAA knows.

That Gibbs got suspended indefinitely or that we got caught trying to protect

him.

All of it.

Someone we can help you with, Sawyer?

Justice, McGee.

That is our job as special agents, right?

To make sure those who break the rules face the consequences of their actions.

Even the cool kids.

Look, Sawyer, we messed up, and we know it, and we will face the consequences of

our actions.

Except there haven't been any consequences.

I mean, Gibbs took it on the chin, but his disciples barely got a reprimand.

Why?

Hey, Sawyer, go home.

The night shift is over.

Oh! I think it's just beginning.

What are you talking about?

Okay, forget it, Nicholas. Just keep our heads down and follow the next case

that comes along.

Well, not mine.

NCIS Special Agent Veronica Tyler.

Yep.

On our way.

Let's go. We got a body.

Hey, Ronnie, you guys are working the day shift now?

Told you.

A new day is dawning.

Sawyer, stop being a dick and grab your gear.

Didn't we just get passed over?

You're being reassigned.

Uh, director?

Are we being punished, sir? Well, it depends on what you consider punishment.

The new secretary of defense is hosting an event at his home in three days.

And I'm assigning your team to the details.

Oh, well, then we're on it.

Fancy event can't be that bad. Yeah, I dressed up a little bit.

I'm sorry, I didn't make myself clear. I'm not assigning your team to a

detail. You won't be attending the event.

What kind of detail is this, sir?

COVID detail.

The three of you are going to be our new health compliance officers.

I trust you can handle this assignment without further embarrassing me, the

agency, or yourselves in any way?

Your jobs depend on it.

Okay, yeah, we're on it. Yes, sir, absolutely.

Good.

Yeah, we're being punched.

You usually take your coffee to go.

How come you've been drinking at the counter lately?

You kicking me out, Elaine? No, no, no. Just wondering if maybe you retired.

Hi. What can I get for you?

Well, according to your online reviews, I understand your specialties are the

chicken fried steak and the fresh baked apple pie.

Oh, you did your homework.

I always do.

But that being said, you know we can't always trust what's on the Internet, so

prefer to ask regular real people.

You look like real people.

So what should I do?

The steak or the pie?

Coffee.

Coffee. And a piece of pie, please. Okay.

I'm Marcy, by the way.

Gib.

So, you're in a funky little place here, Gibbs.

I bet there's lots of stories that go along with those plates of bacon and

You would know.

How's that?

So what, you don't like my picture?

Oh, you don't like my writing.

I don't like being ambushed.

Look, your bosses are refusing to return my call, so I thought I'd go straight

to the source.

Everything okay?

Should've ordered a steak.

75 % alcohol.

Wow, this is the good stuff.

Do you hear yourself, McGee? We are trained federal agents.

Trained federal agents who are lucky enough to still have a job.

You don't put peacocks in cages, all right? They need to show their feathers

to fly away.

Peacocks don't really fly. They take, like, several small leaps and a final

Okay, the point is that we messed up.

But we don't give up.

This is where we prove ourselves.

That's where it was right.

We are the cool kids.

We're the cool kids. Past tense.

Could be worse. So let's do what Van says and stick to these assignments.

Right. Which is why I've taken the liberty of dividing up our pre -event

and safety duties, including site evaluation, sanitizer placement.

And test and vaccine verification for everyone on the guest list.

Team Gibbs is down with PPE.

Sexy.

Although, not quite as sexy as being down with... Springsteen? What?

Bruce? And Gaga.

And Bono.

You did not meet those people.

I had to rule them out as suspects.

Don't worry.

Tyler and I have plenty of other leads.

What's up, Chad?

Sorry.

That info is for the A -Team only.

Enjoy your stickers.

My dad.

Hey, Jimmy.

Hey, Nick. I'm still working.

Oh, no problem. But I can give you what I have so far.

Oh, okay.

The victim is ID'd as Marine Lance Corporal Jesse Flint. You already knew

Duh. Duh.

Time of death was 10 .30 last night, so just before he was found in the

dumpster. And I confirmed that the cause of death was, in fact, three gunshot

wounds, including the one to the head.

Overkill. Funny. It's actually what Agent Sawyer said at the crime... Wait a

minute. This isn't your case. And you're not here for an update.

What is this on his hand and arm?

Nick, you... Purple paint. That's weird.

Okay, Jimmy, I'm here for a rapid test.

Couldn't help yourself, could you?

I get it. I do.

A murder case is way more interesting.

Yeah, than a lame COVID assignment?

Hell yeah.

Nick, health and safety protocols might not be fun, but the consequences of not

enforcing them can be tragic.

Right now, of course.

You're right, Jimmy.

I'm sorry.

Honestly, Team Gibb should know better. They made their bed.

And now they have to lie in it. Yeah, I know. Still, I feel kind of guilty.

I mean, they just look so bad.

Uh, hello.

Sitting right here.

Oh, we know. But this lab is a designated NPZ.

No pity zone. I'm not here for pity. I'm here because you have the only working

labeler in the building.

Looks like the paint on your victim's body was number 7863. Blushing eggplant.

I hear that color is very in.

Sorry, not my case.

Be quiet.

Well, I doubt our Marine was up on the latest color trends. He was more of the

black and blue type.

Lance Corporal Flint was in the middle of a dishonorable discharge for fighting

and domestic abuse against his girlfriend.

Interesting. You know, when you talk to her, you should, um...

Can't put that there.

Oh, no, no, no. I measured.

This is optimum distance between wet bar and the restrooms.

It's also where the Secretary of Defense is going to toast the Yemeni Foreign

Affairs Minister and the cheap plastic clashes with the party decor.

And, uh, you are?

Miles Thatcher.

One effect at personal aid. I was also aid to a civilian predecessor.

He would have noticed my design choices.

Where? Well, the whole patio.

We...

I'm redecorating everything for this event. No, no, no. Where do you want me

put the hand sanitizer?

Figure it out.

I'm sure it doesn't take an advanced degree.

I actually have two of those.

Huh.

Funny guy.

NCIS was not on the security list.

I'm actually here as a COVID officer, Mr. Al -Kamal, and I hate to bother you,

but your embassy has yet to hand over test data and vaccine certifications.

Yes? All guests need to file paperwork with us before the event.

Forgive me, but you understand our reluctance to trust sensitive medical

the American health care system.

I do.

I do. It is not perfect.

My co -pays are a fortune.

Universal health care is promised in our constitution.

Yes, and I imagine it's hard to deliver on that promise in the middle of a

deadly civil war.

I lost my parents two years ago and my brother last month.

This summit is important.

My apologies, Agent Bishop.

I'll get you whatever you need.

Come on means perfection, right?

Sorry, old habits from boarding school. You should hear what happened to kids

who left wrinkles in their bed sheet.

You speak Arabic.

Not bad for a COVID officer.

And peacocks can fly.

I mean, according to this, they don't fly far, but they can reach 10 miles per

hour.

If you say so.

See, you're an artist.

You feel my pain. You can't just turn off talent.

Hey, I'd much rather be at a jazz club playing some Art Tatum, but here I am

practicing John Tesh covers for the man.

Sometimes peacocks get put in cages.

You're telling me.

And after having spent the last year out of work, I'm just happy for a paying

gig, brother.

Thanks for listening.

Oh, appreciate that, man.

Hey, you know what? Take a demo CD.

What? Yeah, the first track is called Locked in a Cage, Let Me Out.

No. It's about taking mushrooms on an airplane.

But it works for your thing, too.

Yeah.

3 .9 GPA from Johns Hopkins and MIT, all to put down stickers.

Well, at least you didn't insult the foreign minister's attaché. And all I

was a bad jazz trip.

You know, I know I said this assignment could be worse, but I don't see how.

You got something in your jacket.

Oh, man.

Look at the paint.

What is that, purple?

No, that's not purple. That's blocking eggplant.

Wait, that was the same color paint as the one that was on the body in autopsy.

Same as our murder victim?

That's quite the coincidence.

Yeah. It's probably nothing.

Unless he was at Sector's house before he was killed.

Right. Because then we'd have to assume it was connected to his death.

Right. And we'd have to investigate.

This is not our case. We can't do that.

Right?

Our victim is Lance Corporal Jesse Flint, and was soon to be a former Lance

Corporal thanks to his history of violence.

Bad Marine, bad dude.

Yeah. So what was he doing in SecDef's house?

Look, we don't know if he was there for sure.

He's not our victim because it's not our case.

It is now.

Why? Because we found a little paint on him? Shh!

You know what sound carries in here?

But don't worry. The paint is not a priority.

The victim worked as a handyman on the side.

How did you get a clicker?

By following Vance's orders.

Like I was saying, Lance Corporal Flint painted houses all over town.

It's a coincidence.

Agent Tyler and I already have a lead on the killer.

Seems the victim's girlfriend skipped town.

Seems suspicious, right?

So stay the hell out of our case, or I'm going to Vance.

All right, I know we want to get involved, but we got to drop it.

You don't drop a gut feeling, McGee.

Last time, our gut got us in trouble.

Then we make sure we get it right.

Was this man one of the painters?

Did you hire him?

What does this have to do with health protocol?

Look, you needed to sign off on the safety of these events, so we need

Yes.

He was handing out leaflets in front of the PX, and he begged me for a job. But,

like everybody who steps foot on the property, I verified that he was

vaccinated.

I only wish I had verified his references.

So there was a problem?

No. But painting requires an eye for detail.

This guy might as well be blind.

You fired him. I didn't have to.

Two hours into the job, he took a cell phone call and walked away.

I never heard from him again.

Damn piano player.

Excuse me.

You still think we should drop it?

Yeah. No, I did.

Painter may have been acting.

Strange, but it still doesn't prove anything.

I say we go check out his work van and see what he was up to.

This is not our job.

Not yet.

Hey, guys.

How's it going?

Got an update, Palmer?

No, no, no, no.

So what are you doing here?

Oh, that's right. Yes, I have a few questions for you.

Did you find the victim's girlfriend?

Did you find anything unusual in his apartment or vehicle?

And did you find a computer or a cell phone?

You're not even trying to hide it, are you?

Team Gibbs sent you.

Of course I did.

I'm trying to confirm the victim's COVID contact tracing. Did the body test

positive? No, no, but as you said, he was painting houses all over town.

Yes.

Why? Well, then, despite a negative COVID test, his close relations and or

possessions could have been exposed.

What? How?

That's for the compliance officer to determine. But in my medical opinion, we

should just test... All the evidence, you know, just the case.

This is absurd.

Team Gibbs is using you to nose into this case.

Agent Sawyer, our job is to help the team.

Now, do your job.

Gibbs.

Yeah, I'm glad to get your call. I spoke with the IG.

I think it's time we talk next steps.

I'm not calling about that, Director.

The reporter came to see me.

I heard someone's been asking questions.

I hear someone's not answering them.

NCIS has been asked not to comment on the story, Gibbs.

There's no story.

Just truth.

I agree.

But the matter's already been handled.

Internally and appropriately.

Then tell them that.

I refuse to publicly throw one of my agents under the bus.

I don't want protection.

Yeah, you've made that perfectly clear.

Between beating a man half to death and refusing to apologize, I seem to be the

only one saving you from yourself.

And quite frankly, Gibbs, I'm getting tired of it.

Yeah? Then stop.

Hey, Luz!

Come on!

Lunch!

That's everything.

No evidence in the murder case.

And no damn COVID.

Happy now?

Yeah,

Tyler.

On my way.

We found the missing girlfriend.

I'll make sure to get her contact tracing history.

You didn't answer his question.

Are you happy now? No.

And why not? For starters, what was our handyman doing with hypodermic needles

in his work van?

Don't know.

Mixing paint colors.

You know, that was Sawyer's theory, but our dead guy was not a paint wizard, so

can you please run the needles case?

Of course.

I have the results to you by the end of the week.

Not long.

My plate is full.

When you aren't the lead agent, your stuff goes to the bottom of the pile.

There are other agents in this building.

And as annoying as some of those agents may be, routine.

Which is why you should look at this.

Somebody wrote down a paint code.

9949 Jade Garden.

It's not in any of these paint catalogs. Custom color? Or a street address?

Garden could be a street suffix, like court or lane.

Which would mean the lead agent's missed a clue.

That's what I'm saying.

Okay, but your stuff still goes to the bottom of the pile.

Are you sure this is 9949 Jade Garden?

Yep.

Federal agents, hello?

No power.

Yes, there is.

I am completely flashing back to my days doing musical theater. Ooh.

Goddess fell.

What do you think?

You got the words?

Yeah.

I wonder what our handyman is in the address of this place.

Maybe another side job?

What did Agent Tyler think?

Are you meeting us here?

Are you really?

You didn't call him? Mickey, we were waiting to find something more relevant.

Yeah.

I think we just did.

When is all this?

I recognize this place.

Homie's photos are from PsychDepth's house. Yeah, the handyman wasn't

the house. He was caving the joint.

For what?

Something he wanted to keep secret.

Nobody move.

This place is wired as well.

Director. Gentlemen.

Well, you've been busy.

How'd the COVID officers end up defusing bombs?

Well, sir, during the course of our assignment, we discovered that the

McLean's house had recently been painted by a murder victim. A bad color to

match a bad guy.

Yes, I read the file.

Lance Corporal Flint had a history of violence.

We wanted to make sure his murder didn't pose a security threat to the summit.

So we investigated.

And? Does it pose a threat?

Oh, more than we know. We found weapons, phony IDs, even an offshore bank

account with $100 ,000 in it. We also found surveillance photos, all of SecDef

McLean. We believe the murder victim was also a hitman.

SecDef. What did they target?

Thankfully, they were never at the house at the same time. So who hired this

hitman? And is the hit still active?

Well, we don't know yet.

But we are on it, director.

No, you're not.

As much as I appreciate your carefully worded explanation, this team has once

again overstepped bounds.

Where are agents Tyler and Sawyer? We were planning on sharing everything that

we found with them, sir. Yes.

You're also going to follow their orders from here on out. They still have lead.

Understood.

We found the victim's girlfriend.

Turns out she has an alibi, so not our killer.

We did get into Flint's encrypted email account.

He exchanged messages with whoever hired him to kill Thick Death. Still nothing

to identify that person, but the emails show Flint was blackmailing his

employer. If you want to stay anonymous, I want more money.

Could be motive for murder.

Do you think whoever hired the hitman also killed him? That makes sense.

What we really need is a list of who wants SecDef dead.

You know, background stuff, computer stuff.

Nerd stuff.

You got a problem with that?

Yes, SecDef's life's in danger and you're playing petty games. Well, I'm

playing games.

I simply don't trust you.

What the hell do you want from us? I want you to stop screwing up.

NCIS is a team.

And when you screw up, it makes us all look bad.

Lucy, stay.

I come bearing gifts, a peace offering.

It's fake.

Maybe.

No, it's not.

I was never given the opportunity to explain myself at the diner the other

First, that was not an act, and it certainly was not an ambush. That's not

am. I was merely trying to work my way up into a very nice introduction

by use of a little small talk.

But by then it was too late, so here I am.

Why? Because I want to give you something more than just this steak.

Ignore the loquacious patron from the diner and just read my work.

There are newspaper articles and magazine columns, but what I am most

is my investigative work.

Which is about exposing the truth.

And I know you know something about the truth. And I want to be the one to write

about it.

Because that's who I am.

In that case, I thank you for your time.

Enjoy the whatever that is.

And good luck on your boat engine.

Wait, wait.

My what?

Your boat.

That's a carburetor for a gray marine phantom, right?

I hear they're a pain in the ass.

Are you waiting to see Secretary McClain? Yes, he's inside, meeting with

security details.

My embassy was informed of the threat on his life.

I'm afraid the summit must be canceled.

Maybe it can happen another time.

A foreign minister meeting on U .S. soil has already caused outcry back home.

Chances of it happening again are very small.

I'm sorry.

So am I, Agent Bishop.

With my would -be assassin dead, I was hoping that the threat had been

neutralized. We still have to find whoever hired him, sir. That's why I'm

What, to ask me about my enemies?

That could take a while.

Would you excuse us, please? I understand.

Mr. Secretary.

Thank you.

Please. Ah, thank you.

Well, there goes any chance of real progress.

They're kidney meds, Agent Bishop.

Damn stress will probably kill me long before any assassin.

Vital foreign policy decisions should not be determined by a bunch of damn

internet crazies.

Sounds like you know who's behind that.

No, no.

I'll just forget I said anything.

Even if it means a chance at saving your summit?

I made a bad call ten years ago.

It was a mistake that I deeply regret.

FakeDev wasn't kidding. This was a bad call.

There was an al -Qaeda standoff near an Iraqi oil refinery.

And rather than try and negotiate, General McClain took a different

All hell broke loose and the refinery burned to the ground.

Do people want him dead for this?

There's this online community that thinks the incident is some kind of

conspiracy. The snake that purposely destroyed the refinery to cover up his

secret ties to oil barons.

Radical user groups have been posting death threats.

There's just a lot of suspects.

Oh, I think I can help with that.

You listened to the piano player's demo CD?

I did more than listen.

Check your email.

Security records for the summit. You re -ran the entire guest list.

I was looking for Red Flag.

Did you find any?

Yeah. The last name on this CD doesn't match the one on the lift.

Kendall Spotnitz is actually Kendall Radcliffe. Why would he use a phony ID?

Because the piano player has a rap sheet for drug possession.

You would have failed the background check. Nice catch.

You did this all on your own? Oh, hell no. I practically bagged the, uh...

Cyber crime unit.

Damn, you nerd it hard.

I nerd it real hard.

Okay, hang on. Check this out.

Piano players talk to our internet crazies.

Anything to hate the men.

I think that's motive.

Well, let's ask him.

Okay, okay. Now we can't go anywhere until we talk to Tyler and Sawyer. Hold

hold on.

I'm a loser.

We should call Agent Tyler again, just in case. Don't bother. We can handle the

jazz decision.

Okay.

Federal agents!

NCIS!

Whoa! Easy.

It's just us.

Didn't you see the cop outside?

There was no cop outside.

We heard a crash.

I dropped a dish.

Where's Kendall?

Relax. He's not going anywhere.

He was dead when we found him.

What happened?

I have a better question.

What the hell are you two even doing here?

We traced the earlier email to an IP address at the piano player's apartment.

That's how we beat you there.

Sorry. When we arrived, we found Kendall Radcliffe dead in his bathtub, single

intraoral gunshot wound.

GSR in his hand says suicide.

We then found a laptop containing the same blackmail messages from our hitman.

So the piano player hired the hitman, killed the hitman, and then killed

himself. The Glock used in the suicide was a match to the murder weapon.

Which means the dead piano player is our killer.

Case closed.

SecDef's event is back on for tonight.

This is the part where you congratulate us.

What do you think the piano player had the money to hire a hitman?

He hasn't worked for a year.

And why kill himself?

You said he used a fake ID to get the gig at SecDef's.

He knew it was only a matter of time until we found out.

And what about the money? We suspect he crowdsourced it from his fellow internet

crazies.

I don't know. Seems kind of convenient.

Yeah, a little too convenient.

I don't believe this. There is no evidence that the hit is still active

everyone involved is dead.

What more do you want?

It just feels like we're missing something.

Do you have anything to prove that?

Other than some gut feeling?

Then it's over.

Unless...

Unless you're feeling strong enough to call Vance.

No.

Congrats on the win.

Guys, we did the right thing.

Why does it feel so wrong?

I thought I said this was a no -pity zone.

What are y 'all doing in here?

We have a gut feeling.

You mean the feeling that something doesn't add up and the answer is staring

in the face?

Yeah, how'd you know?

Because I have the same feeling.

I've been processing evidence from the suicide scene.

Please tell us you got something. Like last -minute evidence that could crack

this case wide open?

Yes, something like that. I don't. Everything so far points to murder, then

suicide. Sorry.

What was that case, a break?

Cork and potassium.

And what is that?

I was finally able to process the syringes from the Hitman van, but the

only show compressed cork and liquid potassium.

Not exactly helpful. Cork is used in everything from bulletin boards to a

bottle. Liquid potassium is harmless.

Well, it was a nice try.

Unless you have a kidney condition.

What then?

Potassium is harmless unless you have a kidney condition, and SecDef McLean

takes kidney meds.

Then these levels of potassium would send his system into shock, and he'd be

dead within minutes.

Did the hitman plan to inject him?

But that doesn't explain the quirk.

Unless the hitman injected something else.

Uh, if I could have everyone's attention, please.

Thank you.

At a time of great distancing...

both physically and politically, it's important that we come together now more

than ever, both as friends and allies.

I know, sir.

Did you stop the toast? Hang on. Slow down. We checked every bottle of

champagne. There were no signs of tampering. Yeah, we told you there

be. Tiny needle prick.

This is crazy.

You're just a COVID officer. We're federal agents.

So please join me in raising a glass to our renewed partnership and to peace.

Everybody put your glasses down.

Please,

Minister, wait.

I assure you this is all a misunderstanding.

Thank you.

I sure hope you have a good explanation for this, Agent McKee. So do I, sir.

Now, if we're right, this strip should turn bright red.

Bright about what?

Potassium.

Deadly to someone with a chronic kidney condition.

I'll

be

damned.

How the hell does a piano player know my medical condition?

He didn't.

Someone else was behind this.

Someone who had access to security records.

Is this some sort of joke, Agent Bishop?

You have some explaining to do.

It's so good.

Nasser El -Kamal hired a hitman to kill SecDef, but not for what happened in the

past. For what was about to happen.

Mm -hmm.

A U .S. alliance with this country.

As it turns out, Mr. Al -Kamal was part of a Yemeni nationalist group online.

They have internet crazies, too.

But when the hitman threatened to expose Kamal, Kamal killed him.

Then set up the piano player to take the fall.

Hardly seems worth the trouble.

I mean, why not just try to kill me himself?

Plausible deniability, sir.

Well, it's a good thing NCIS had their top team on the case.

So, how'd you crack it?

When we found the piano player dead, his apartment was a mess.

All except for the towel.

We learned that Mr. Alkamal is very OCD with Wrinkle.

And you ran the towels for TouchDNA.

So you confirmed all this before you sent the other team to crash the party?

Not exactly, Director.

It was more of a gut feeling.

Whose gut feeling?

Thanks, Todd.

I think Todd knows.

Whether we saved sex theft or that we let Tyler and Sawyer take the credit.

of it.

But we are a team, right?

Thanks, Ronnie.

No, thank you.

And also, we're sorry.

Vance mentioned this morning's news.

We read the article.

What article?

Paper ran a story on Gibbs.

What about him?

Well, your team is not mentioned, but everything else is. The attack, the

investigation, his confession.

How bad is it, McGee? You know, it's really accurate.

Everything Gibbs said and did is in here almost word for word. There's no way a

reporter would know all this.

Unless someone talked.

Don't look at me.

Director?

Want a drink?

I won't be here that long.

You talked to the reporter.

I only told the truth.

Yes.

That's not why I'm here.

I came here to tell you face to face.

Whatever comes of this story, whatever happens next, Gibbs, I can't

save you.

I know.

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