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Previously on NCIS.

Ali.

Careful, Lily.

Parker, you have to talk to somebody, especially if you're seeing ghosts.

Her name is Lily.

Who is she?

That's the problem.

I have no idea.

I'm ready, I guess, to talk about how your mom rarely died.

She drove off in a rage with me, hollering to never come back.

Turns out Lily is not a ghost.

She's real.

So I found his mother's original death certificate.

Jess, something doesn't add up.

Please, I just want to talk.

I knew you were in there. Open this door or I'll open it for you!

You think I want to find you? You're too late. She's long gone. Where is she?

Somewhere you'll never find her.

Where is she?

I'll teach you to speak your nose in my business.

Good morning, Santa's helpers.

Uh, yeah, that's us.

Ho, ho, ho. Oh, come on. Nick, this toy drive is your baby, so let's get in the

spirit, because I just scored the hottest, hard -to -find, must -have gift

the season for one lucky kid.

Give a guess what it is.

Blaze a dragon.

Triangle box, give it away.

That and, uh, apparently the must -have gift of the year is not that hard to

find after all. We have three blazes.

Make that four.

And I was so proud that I found this, too.

More the merrier, I guess.

I am also here to see if your ears are burning, Agent Knight, or is that

tingling? Someone talking about me?

Your CO at NCIS Elite just called to update me on your training, which she

claims that you were, how does she put it, crushing?

Really? You sound surprised.

No. No, I'm not. Thank you. I love training.

Just... Really kind of starting to chomp at the bit for that first assignment.

Well, just be patient, because like these blazes, you'll wish for one,

end up with four.

Actually, director, I believe that blaze makes number five.

Yeah, great minds think alike.

Well, maybe next year our great minds can make a plan and coordinate.

So where is Agent Parker, anyway?

Autopsy. With Jimmy.

Kind of why we're not in such a jolly mood.

That's right.

Parker's mother.

The exhumed her remains.

And Jimmy's getting back the autopsy results now.

Talk about a Christmas buzzkill.

Well, let's just all hope that Parker gets the closure that he needs.

Amen to that.

I assume you didn't want to see the actual... No.

No, Jimmy, I don't.

Good, because 50 years.

Did you wear any rings or anything resembling an heirloom?

Just wearing a dress.

Kind of blue. Why?

I don't know. I was just looking for some connection.

Yeah.

I just spent most of my life thinking of her running out and me and my sister,

and then here we are all of a sudden in the same room.

This may be your mother's body, Agent Parker, but it's not her. This is not

spirit. Her spirit lives on in your memory. I know.

This sounds like standard grief speak, but I believe it.

I appreciate that, Jimmy. I do. It's just that...

The few memories I have of my mother are exactly Norman Rockwell material.

On to the findings.

Yeah, sure. What do we got? We've got a broken clavicle, bruised sternum, severe

burns, most everything consistent with a car crash and the resulting fire.

Most everything?

Yes, the anomaly being these two crux injuries to the occipital bone caused by

cylindrical object such as a bat or a pipe.

The original coroner's report was accurate.

The depth of these injuries would have been immediately fatal.

Your mother was most likely murdered.

Murdered.

Case, you okay?

Yeah, I just didn't want to interrupt.

No, no, please, interrupt.

Unless you've got worse news.

Worse? No, it honestly might not even be that bad, depending on... Just say it.

That's not your mother.

Say that again?

Her tissue sample came back inconclusive for alcohol, and since drunk driving

was listed as the cause for the crash, I ran her DNA, and it wasn't a match to

you or to the sample provided by your sister.

Okay, so the cemetery sent over the wrong remains. I mean, that does happen.

It does, but it didn't.

I checked with the cemetery and the local ME. Everybody did everything

It's the right grave, the right casket.

Just the wrong occupant.

So, this is not my mother.

No. Who is this?

I don't know.

I'm hoping that after some further DNA testing... It's further testing, isn't

it? If some maniac crushed this woman's skull, whoever the hell she is, what did

it do with my mother?

Where the hell is she?

Where

the hell

is

she?

Hey, Parker.

You doing okay?

No, Jess, I'm a pretty long way from okay.

Have you told Harriet?

My sister's on a carrier in Guam.

But thanks.

So, unfortunately, the funeral home that handled your mother's burial closed in

1983. I was able, though, to dig up the old accident report from the crash.

Signed by Illinois State Trooper, first initial L, last name Berm.

There's a trooper in the photo, but even if it's him, what are the chances this

guy's still alive?

Pretty good, actually. Illinois State Police database has a Sergeant Lester

listed as retired in 06 and nothing here about him being dead.

Well, it might be a long shot, but nothing else to go on.

Maybe the old trooper could at least fill in some blanks.

Yeah, Case.

Okay, I'm on my way.

Long shot. Sure.

Why the hell not?

What's up? You said it was urgent.

Uh, no, I didn't say it was urgent. I said it was exciting.

Which sounds urgent. So what's up? What's up is we are building a face off

skull of our mystery woman. Fifty years later, it still provides a blueprint.

Tissue depth gives us some general features.

Well, I get to add details like skin tone and expression.

Wow, that is exciting.

Look, it's a long shot, we know.

Which now makes two that I'm counting on.

It's not that long a shot. I mean, this combined with the DNA search from you

and your sister could help us locate your mother.

Plus, third long shot's the charm.

Don't dismiss the long shot, Jimmy. You didn't find a trooper already, did you?

Not only did we find him, we found that he is currently enjoying his retirement

by driving Winnebago around the East Coast, and you're not going to guess how

close he is. The Navy is.

Not that close.

Sandy Point, the Maryland coast, and McGee is currently reaching out for an

exact location.

See? That is great.

And who is this?

The trooper who filed the accident report on Parker's mom. I'm pinning my

on an octogenarian. Oh, no, his file says he's only 79.

Where there's life, there's hope.

Lord of the Rings.

It worked on Sam White.

Well, it's good enough for Tolkien.

Better than nothing.

I gotta say, once I heard from your agent McGee, I just would have gladly

to you. I mean, retirement's okay, but I sure do miss the action.

Great looking photo. Looking snappy.

I was making Sergeant Prouday.

Pretty wife.

Yeah, she sure was.

Lost her a few years ago, but pretty green eyes you've ever seen.

Did Agent McGee mention why we were coming to see you, Mr. Byrne?

Call me less. No, he didn't say, but at my age, I assume it's not about some new

case. No, it's one of your old cases.

Oh, 1972.

That's not old, that's ancient.

It was a fatal drunk driving crash off Route 9 in Deerfield.

I never saw this shot. I mean, look at that. Strapping young trooper, still

cocky and full of himself.

The truth is, I didn't know crap.

The victim that was killed in that crash was my mother, Eleanor Parker.

Gosh, son, I didn't know this was personal. I'm so sorry. No need to be

Just try and remember, please.

I mean, uh...

I rode up hundreds of crashes like this over the years, but, I mean, this was so

long ago.

What about this little girl here?

You don't remember seeing her?

No, I don't remember anything.

But, look, that's my youthful ineptitude right there. I mean, what the hell was

I doing, letting a kid like that stand around with all the other looky -loos?

Any chance your ineptitude caused you to misidentify the victim?

What? All right, Dad.

What are you saying? I never make a mistake like that. Well, someone did.

It's a long story, but basically a murdered woman's body was found in the

grave. Us coming to visit is a Hail Mary.

I don't understand. She was murdered?

Who was she?

We were hoping you could tell us.

Well, again, I wish I could, but...

I lose more of my memory every day.

That's why I wanted to hit the road, just see some country before I lose my

marble. Thanks anyway, Liz.

Agent Parker, isn't it?

I sure hope it wasn't me.

If I somehow messed up your mom's report in any way, I'd never forget myself.

You didn't do anything wrong.

Agent, please keep me in the loop.

Would you?

I mean, I won't be able to sleep until I know you've got some answers.

Will do.

Thanks.

No luck with Parker's old trooper. Guy could not remember a thing.

Well, they didn't see that coming.

Military truck stolen outside Joint Base Andrews.

Andrews? What about it?

Well, the truck that was picking up with the toy driver, I'm pretty sure that

was his next stop.

What are the chances?

I'll call the driver.

Oh, I tell you what, McGee.

Facial reconstruction is not easy. That intense focus, I mean, that really takes

it out of you.

Well, if it helps Parker, it's worth it. I sure hope so. I can't handle giving

any more bad news.

Unbelievable.

Who was the Christmas toy?

The Grinch.

Same truck?

Yeah, same truck.

Full of toys. Two guys just took off with it. Man, is shaping up to be the

Christmas ever?

Not yet, Jimmy.

If the Grinch stole Christmas, we're going to have to steal it back.

What happened with the trooper?

The old trooper was very sweet and well -meaning, but not much help.

The neft shattered himself.

I have more details on the stolen truck.

Maryland PD just sent you some security footage.

Yep, got it. The truck picked up gifts from us and four other bases before

double parking to get some fast food.

More ineptitude.

And look at that.

In broad daylight.

Well, the driver was careless, but I doubt he thought anyone was going to

a bunch of toys.

No, they're not just toys to these kids.

Yeah, at least you don't have to know that someone stole their holiday.

Believe me, I know what it's like to not have toys at Christmas time.

Look, Nick, it's okay.

We'll find him.

We will. I mean, we got bolos out all over the place, so the truck's bound to

show up somewhere.

Hey, I'm not waiting for a bolo.

What do you have in mind?

Well, McGee and I have an old friend of ours who has all kinds of criminal

connections. We can pay him a visit and see what he knows.

You know what, that's a good idea.

Tell you what, though, we don't have to go anywhere because Sammy delivers.

Are you guys kidding me?

One little gambling slash racketeering conviction ten years ago, and you guys

still consider me some kind of Batman villain?

Sammy, you were a murder suspect now once but twice, and you were wrong both

times. Okay, right there.

Sammy, we're not accusing you here, okay? In fact, Nick referred to you as

old friend before we called you. I see how you treat old friends.

Come on, do you know anything about the stolen truck or not?

Not. Look, I am way too busy eating out or living to follow around truck

thieves. What does NCIS care so much for anyway?

What are they delivering you paychecks?

Toys. What?

Hundreds of toys were stolen, Sammy.

Ruining the holiday for a whole lot of TAPS kids.

TAPS kids?

What's TAPS?

Tragedy Assistance Program for Survivors. A charity that helps families

with the loss of a service member.

I look.

I don't know nothing.

But if it's for the kids, maybe I make a few calls to some former associates.

That's all we ask.

And you tell them these are not just average toys either, okay? We have five

Blaze the Dragons donated from NCIS alone.

Blaze? I have been looking for weeks for that little red lizard. My niece would

kill for it.

Kidding. She's eight.

You know, we can't make any promises, but... Hey, maybe we can.

Tell me you have a friend in this truck.

I'll let you have my dragon.

I promise.

I, uh, get a pinky swear? Come on, just call Jeff, I'll see you. All right,

fine. Enjoy your lunch.

Got a face on the mystery body from your mother's grave?

Not bad at all, you guys.

You know, it lacks a little bit of detail, but it might be enough to start

running through facial recognition.

Mind you, finding a match among the faces from 50 years ago won't be easy,

it's worth a shot. I gotta say, Jimmy, this is almost as good as that sketch

made for me last year.

Well, not finished yet. I just wish I knew her eye color. You know, if we had

that, it would really help with facial recognition.

Try green.

Why green?

Do you know her?

No, but call me crazy. It kind of reminds me of the retired trooper's

You know, the one in the photo.

The prettiest green eyes.

It could be related.

Similar face, same features.

Well, you never know. Anything is possible.

We've all learned that today.

All right, we need to take a closer look at the old trooper and his wife. You

never know.

Did you see that? I saw that.

Hope. Mm -hmm.

I'll tell you what, man. This is good. I could eat another one of these. Very

tasty. Oh, yeah.

Right, who knew, right? That Sammy, who's the crook, could be such a good

I heard that.

Frankly, I'm a little more insulted that you would doubt my culinary skills.

And I'm beginning to think you're a bit too easily offended there, Sammy.

Any luck with your calls?

Eh, I might even have a lead for you.

But it's, uh, it's complicated.

How complicated?

Word on the street is my associates may know a guy who might know a couple other

guys that maybe we're looking to.

Steal a truckload of military equipment.

Is there any word on who these guys are or where they might be?

You see, that's where it gets complicated.

Again, how complicated?

Okay. One of the thieves might be the son of a very scary man who has the

ability to hurt any law -abiding sloppy Joe maker who happens to help the feds

put his kid away. We can protect you from this very scary man if necessary.

You're adorable, you know that?

I'll tell you what, Sammy.

You call your people back and you tell them you have two buyers that are

to pay good cash for that truck.

Two buyers?

You two?

Just make the call, all right?

Don't forget, I want that dragon.

Come on. Would you please call? Come on. All right. All right, fine.

He said please.

Now, hostility doesn't help.

Okay, so Illinois State Police records confirm that Trooper Berm's wife, Donna,

did indeed pass away from cancer three years ago.

And nothing about Donna having a secret lookalike cousin or sister that died 50

years earlier?

Oh, give me a break. This is practically microfilm we're dealing with here.

Yeah, I'm kind of glad we are. Check out this shot I just found.

Berm's retirement party from 2006.

Still a cute couple.

Yeah, but does he look anything like the photo in Lester's RV?

Look at the eye color.

Definitely not green.

Maybe he got remarried?

Hey, guys.

How's everything?

Fine.

Why?

I know that look.

Are you really about to give us more bad news?

No, no.

It's not bad, per se. It's more like, uh... It's weird. It is weird. No, it's

not weird. No, it's more like a breakthrough.

That's okay.

Remember the lipstick that was on the wine glass we retrieved from your place

the night that your father was killed?

Still no DNA match?

We did actually find a match, finally.

Finally, exactly.

Who is it?

We do not have a name, but... But she appears to be a 48 % genetic match to

mystery woman down in autopsy.

One more time, slowly.

Whoever had wine with your dad the night that he was murdered is closely related

to the woman we exhumed from your mother's grave.

Who is she?

Do you know?

How long has he been here?

Since before I got here.

He's not moving much, just muttering.

Lots of muttering.

Let me get this straight.

The mystery woman in Parker's mother's grave is related to our lipstick woman?

Yeah. Parker's dad may have known both, along with a lot of other stuff that

Parker's dad isn't here to explain.

I can hear you.

Uh, hey.

Morning, Parker.

You, uh, you been here all night, or?

No, no, I, uh, I couldn't sleep at home, so I, uh, came in to wait for a

miracle.

Isn't that what's supposed to happen this time of year? A little holiday

in the air, silver bells and joy to the world and all of that?

That's Nick.

Sloppy Joe Sammy wants to meet us in Baltimore.

Maybe he found the toy thieves.

Hate to leave you like this, Parker, but... What? Are you kidding?

I mean, if I can't get a Christmas miracle, maybe you can. Hell, go ahead.

Go and find a truck.

Go ahead.

Unbelievable.

You know what? I'll watch Facial Rec for you, Parker.

I promise.

How about you and I, we go get some coffee?

Mm -hmm.

I'm sorry, Jess.

Sorry for what? For losing it down at Casey's. Are you serious? After all the

curveballs that have been thrown at you, I'm surprised you're still standing.

You know, the one thing that I haven't allowed myself to think, much less say

out loud until now, is the possibility that my mother might somehow still be

alive. Yeah, I was wondering if all of this had you wondering.

And if she is, I'd be happy, I

guess.

Yeah, of course.

Why wouldn't you be?

Because first, I would need to hear a really good reason why she ran out on

family, her own kids, and never came back.

Wow, how quick.

What is that?

I emailed the Illinois State Police archives late last night, and they just

back to me.

What were you looking for?

Trooper Berm's record had Donna listed as his one and only wife.

So I wanted to get another look at that photo from his house to make sure it was

the same Donna.

And the archive said it? We believe we found the exact photo you described from

Trooper Berm's 1971 promotion ceremony.

Oh, my God.

Don't tell me. Another curveball.

More like a fastball to the head.

It's the girl from the crash.

agents come on in hoping this means you got some answers no just a few follow

-up questions oh remember i said that on the job it was more than that oh not

this if anything we're actually embarrassed we still need help oh well

don't be i mean i'm your man oh but as a bonus

I get to look at this lovely photo of you and Donna again.

What year is this?

That was the fall of 71, and I don't recall telling you her name.

Bad memory.

Yeah, we know.

Is this not Donna?

If you've clearly done a complete background check on me for whatever

you already know it's my first wife.

So why leave that detail out yesterday?

Well, yesterday I didn't know I was being questioned under oath.

It's just that there's no mention of a first wife in your records.

Judy and I married way too young.

One day she up and left me, and I couldn't track her, which is not to say

don't miss her and Donna.

Any kids with Judy?

We're on the same side. What's with all the questions here?

Well, you said you didn't know this little girl.

But according to that and the part that you cropped out... You knew Lily very

well.

Okay. Okay what?

Her name's not really anymore.

At least it was the last I heard. But she probably

changed it again by now.

Your daughter?

Judy took her with her when she left. And I looked for her for years.

Until I met Donna and moved on. Or tried to.

Do you know where she is?

No.

The older I get, the more I want to.

I mean, I wasn't much of a father or a husband, but there are things that I

would love to clear up.

Fences I'd love to mend.

Anything else that you lied about?

I didn't lie to you. I just didn't offer it up. It's nobody else's business.

Did you know my mother?

Hello, Parker.

I wish I did, son. Believe me. I would love to be able to help you. I really

would.

And no memory of the car crash, even with Lily standing there. That was

special.

Taking Lily on my calls was one of the reasons she left me.

Do you know what last name Lily or Nellie might be using?

Well, if I did, I would have found her by now. And if you people find her,

please. Let me tag along.

Why don't you come back to NCIS with us now, and we'll run a fresh search with

this new name.

You did mention how much you missed the action last.

Dream to this day.

In fact, I could drive us all back in this baby right now. Don't lose your

We'll drive.

Okay. Okay.

935th and Chestnut.

Right alley, but no Sammy.

You tried calling him again?

Well, I got his voicemail like five times on the way here.

Maybe he flaked.

Maybe not.

That's the truck I loaded yesterday.

Oh, my God, Sammy. All right, hold on. We got you.

Sammy! Oh, man.

We're here. We're here. We're here. We got you.

Okay. Torres and McGill head back as soon as the informant's out of the

hospital. He's banged up, but okay.

When did toy thieves get so dangerous?

Got a hit on maybe our longest shot ever, but never, never give in.

We're quoting Churchill now?

Whatever works.

So I added the names Nell and Nellie to our DNA search for both our lipstick and

our mystery woman and got a 48 % match to a Delaware school teacher who took a

home ancestry test two years ago.

Nellie is that teacher?

No, not her. Her mother, Penelope Johnson of Wilmington.

Nellie, as in Penelope. Get it?

Nellie?

Wow. That is a very long shot.

Except for one thing.

My mother's maiden name was Johnson.

Got to be a connection.

Oh, I just got chills.

And you think that's worth a two -hour drive to Wilmington? Well, if you're too

tired, I understand.

Oh, no, I'm not saying that. I'm just saying we have an old day trooper on ice

in the conference room.

We're not really going to bring him with us.

You trust him?

I don't know how I feel about him.

Neither do I. Let him wait.

Besides, this is my white whale, not his.

Send you the address they have.

It's better to get me two blazes.

Sammy, we are so sorry. Yeah, man, we shouldn't have pushed you.

Who did this?

Was it the very scary man that you were worried about?

No, it was this creepy kid and some other guy.

I tell you, I don't mention NCIS might have been the only thing that saved me.

Well, NCIS is downplaying.

Tell them how to find this guy.

Why? So he can kill me next time?

No, he needs to know what his son did. He won't care.

I won't make him care.

Believe me.

No, you won't.

I'm done.

No more.

I'm done. Sammy,

come on. No more. I'm done.

I'll get my own ride home.

Probably should have asked before we left, but why didn't we call her?

To ask her what?

By any chance, are you related to the dead lady buried in my mother's grave?

Yeah.

Better in person.

And here we are.

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

I don't know.

Hello.

Hi.

We are here looking for Nell or Nellie Johnson.

Grandma, it's somebody selling something.

Don't make assumptions, Eleanor.

Eleanor. Old school name for an old soul.

Now, what can I help you with?

We're sorry to bother you so late, but I'm Agent Knight, and this is Agent

Parker, and we're here to ask you if you...

It was just a few months, Aldi.

We would play outside while your mother, Eleanor, gave piano lessons to my mom,

Judy. Why do I have no memory of that?

I'm no psychologist, but the reason we stopped having play dates might have

something to do with it.

No more piano lessons?

Well, let's see.

It started the day that I told you a secret.

That my mother was being abused by my father.

Trooper Sergeant Lester Berm.

Yeah, Lester.

I made you promise me, Aldi.

I remember practically begging, please, you can't tell anyone.

And you didn't.

You didn't have to because my mom told yours herself.

We started them on a mission.

And you couldn't go to the police?

Lester was the police.

Times were different then.

And your mom never told your dad either.

She didn't want him to talk her out of it.

Talk her out of what?

Their plan was to hide us in Pittsburgh at the home of your mom's second cousin,

Connie.

But then came that day.

That one day, when they were finalizing their plans over a bottle of wine,

Lester walked in.

He just lost it, like always.

Your mom drove you home.

But then she came back to help us, only to find that Lester had taken me to his

job. So our mothers hopped in your mom's car and took off to come and get me.

But they didn't get far.

The crash.

Lester forced them off the road.

Your mom somehow got away, but not mine.

She was hurt.

Lester finished the job.

After that, he just came back to me at the station like nothing ever happened.

Waiting for someone to call in about the tragic accident.

This accident?

Oh, my God.

That was the night.

I didn't know I made the papers.

I was terrified of Lester before.

But watching him cover his track, he let everyone think that Eleanor was drunk

driving.

But it was him.

He killed your mother.

And then he went after yours.

Well, Lester took my mom's body to the morgue. Your mom somehow circled back

me, and we took off for Pittsburgh.

Obviously, you made it.

We nearly both did.

We went all the way to a motel in Toledo.

Your mom couldn't bear to let her family think she was dead.

She couldn't wait to get back to you, Aldi.

Not until she knew that I was a thief.

Then he found us.

Things you wish you could have seen.

For me, that was him dragging her out.

That was the last time I ever saw your mom.

He killed her.

I'm so sorry, Aldi.

Kathleen Connie found me the next day, and I have been hiding from that man

since.

Aldi, your mother sacrificed everything for me.

Helping others was just in her nature, which, according to Roman, is the nature

that she passed on to you.

Roman, you went to see him.

Somehow he found Connie's number in an old phone book, called out of the blue

and said, Do you know any lilies?

And Connie said no.

But that's when I knew it was way past time to pay Roman a visit.

In fact, I'm surprised you don't already know this, because when I told him the

whole story that night, he couldn't wait to tell you.

He never got the chance.

I hope my visit didn't draw Lester's attention.

He may be old, but if he is out there, I still wouldn't put anything past him.

I hate to complain, Agent Parker, but I would have preferred sitting in the

conference room.

Still no memory of this?

What's the matter? I mean, I already told you this was such a long time ago.

This is a mighty big flashlight.

Big enough to crush Judy's skull after you ran her off the road.

That's crazy.

You found Lily.

What we found is your first wife's body in my mother's grave. Now, you promised

me that if you found her... Is that what it's like the way you killed my mother,

too, after you dragged her out of the mouth? You're talking nonsense.

Now, just tell me... That's why you're driving around. You're not seeing the

country. You are looking for her.

I've been looking all my life. Well, too late, Lester. We found her. Lily is

doing just fine.

She's just great without you, thanks to my mother, Eleanor Parker.

You know that name.

So where is she?

You put Lily's mother in Eleanor's grave. So where did you put Eleanor?

Where?

Son, I wish I knew what you were talking about, but I swear.

Let's go.

You say that you have a bad memory.

We're going to correct that right now.

Oh, man, the top's Christmas party. Kids are already here.

Yeah, some breaking bad news isn't hard enough.

Hey, Tiny Tim, St. Nick, hold up a minute.

Sam, what are you doing here?

Hey, again, Sammy, we're sorry about yesterday.

Don't be.

You had the happiness of so many kids at stake.

Plus, gentlemen, it is the season of forgiveness.

I'm sure it is. Excuse me.

Are you guys with NCIS?

Two out of three.

Special Agents McGee and Torres, we're afraid that we have some news on the

stolen toys that... Wonderful?

What? It's wonderful.

It's a miracle.

Come. Come see for yourself.

Come. Show them. Show them.

All of this was just delivered in what must have been five SUVs by these men

were in quite a hurry. But they insisted that I make sure that this card got to

NCIS.

Sorry for the mix -up.

Apologies to Sammy.

The boys want no trouble from NCIS.

Happy holidays, T.

You and bad guys love Christmas.

Wait a second. Is T your very scary man and the boys are his boys?

You know what?

I'm going to plead the fifth on that.

Well, then you know what?

We're going to lay you.

Hey, guys, would it be too much to ask if you could possibly help bring the

gifts over?

Oh, yeah, of course, of course.

Oh, and actually, come to think of it, our Santa called it sick, but we still

have the red suit, so... Ha, ha, ho!

Who wants to see Santa? Who wants to see Santa?

As promised, here you go, boss.

Yeah, the least we can do.

Very true.

Thanks, guys.

My niece is going to think I am the greatest uncle.

Merry Christmas, kid.

Enjoy your blazer, Greg.

All right.

Parker, come on in.

I just need a minute.

Of course.

Sorry, I've been slammed a bit here with work.

Any luck with the old state trooper?

Luck?

Guess you could call it that.

What is it?

Is there anything I can do?

Yeah, you can secure me a dive team to dredge a small pond outside of Toledo,

Ohio.

Looking for a submerged 1969 Dodge Coronet.

You got it.

Oh, and I think the interrogation room camera might be on the fritz.

Any words from your sister?

Lots of them.

Spoke for three hours last night.

She's still at sea till next week, but I might take some lost time to go and see

her. No might about that. You go.

You good?

Yeah, I'm great.

Jess, you've been a real friend through all of this.

Thank you.

Nothing you wouldn't have done.

Like your mother.

She's finally home.

Barring any more curveballs.

Oh, bite your tongue.

I did it, didn't I? I spoke too soon. Mm -hmm.

Oh, it's just the director, man.

Director? Hope I'm not interrupting the service.

Uh, no, but it's just about to start.

All right, then I'll be quick. You got your wish, Agent Knight.

NCIS Elite just got orders.

There's a wanted fugitive you'll be tracking.

Finally.

Yes, sir.

What's the target?

Well, that's why I'm calling.

Since this one hits a little close to home.

That's the target?

Details to follow from your CO.

Until then, this stays between us.

Understood, sir.