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It's too late to change my mind.

Out.

So, like, where's the facility, bruh?

You looking at it, bruh?

Where the hell you come from?

Let's go.

No, there's no way I'm going in there.

Listen up.

You all may be juvies, but apparently... You're all such badasses, you've been

charged as adults.

But the court gave you a choice.

In there with me for a week, or the big house.

Take your pick.

I'm eating rabbit for dinner either way.

Yo, wait up.

So, what's the plan exactly?

Replace survivor for a week and then become fine upstanding citizen?

Yeah, where do we sleep?

Yeah, I'm not eating no rabbit. Then you don't eat.

And the plan is that you learn to get your head on right, son.

By murdering Thumper. By learning to live for something besides yourself.

I read just like Eval. You all think the world revolves around you.

But out here, if you don't work together, you die together.

So you're going to learn to become a team, no matter what comes our way.

We stand as one.

Run!

Run!

Okay.

Nice. Dude, this looks so fake.

Can you please pay somewhere else?

You are going to wear down the carpet.

Well, it needs replacing anyway.

Where is he already?

Maybe text him another ten times?

Morning.

Morning? Like, uh, just like everything's normal? Morning?

Why haven't you answered any of my texts? I'm sorry. I just got back from

Alaska, okay? I'm a little jet -lagged.

Guess what the next question is. How could you leave Gibbs behind? I didn't

leave him behind, okay? He wanted to stay. Are you agreed to this?

Why again?

Beauty seemed happy.

Happy?

As in, like, happy?

Well, I've got some more of that to go around.

Uh, I'm sure you'll all probably be happy to hear that I've decided not to

Director Vance up on his offer to join your team.

And I'm guessing that's the first you've heard of him.

I was waiting for Agent McGee to return before I filled them in, and you're

early.

Oops.

Sidebar?

I appreciate the offer, Director, but I'm not ready to jump into anything new

just yet. Perhaps you'd like to spend some time in the field with the team

before you make your final decision?

I already made it. Plus, I got tickets to a Simon and Garfunkel reunion concert

later today, and I've been waiting a long time for that baby, so, uh...

Hey.

What are you guys standing around here? Haven't you guys heard?

Whoa, what's up? A Navy petty officer apparently turned into a zombie.

A zombie? Yeah. Crawled all the ground and everything. You guys really didn't

get the call?

That kind of thing happen a lot around here?

First for me.

All right, get your gear.

Well, it looks like the train's leaving.

I'd consider it a personal favor if at least you'd spend the morning on it.

Well, I don't think I'll change my mind, director, but okay, sure.

I still got time.

Zombie it is.

Not a zombie.

Just a victim who suffered from extreme dehydration and exposure before he died.

Who is this guy again? Well, according to his friends, he was pretty officer

first class James Fulton. Whoever dumped the body barely covered it up.

Except he wasn't a body when he was dumped. Apparently this guy was still

That's shortly after Ranger Rick stepped on him.

And he died of what? Based on nasal broth, I'd say it was poison that

put him into a cataplectic coma.

Probably fooled whoever tried to bury him here into thinking that he was dead.

It happened.

I'll know a little bit more when I get him back to autopsy.

Speaking of which, can I get a hand with the body and the gurney? I gave myself

a grade two sprain inflating a bouncy house.

It happens.

You need help getting the Night King into the van, Tim?

Aren't you thoughtful? Yes, I do.

Ready?

You know, I looked up how many injuries are caused by bouncy houses.

Hey, Tim. What?

You said that Gibbs was happy.

What do you mean?

I don't want to talk about it.

Oh, you can.

You can't leave me hanging, bro. I'm sorry. It felt kind of private.

Well, is he going to be okay?

I think he probably hasn't been this okay in a long time.

What about that guy?

Can you believe Director Vance offered him Gibbs' job already?

He's a solid agent.

Experienced. The man's desk is not even cold.

Well, it's just going to get colder with Gibbs in Alaska, and we do need the

body. McGee, help me out here.

Tim, this is where you use more words. Sorry, I'm all out.

I'm all out of time.

Oh, they've been out so soon? Yeah, and I'm sure you're real broken up about it.

But can't keep Mrs. Robinson waiting.

Agent McGee, wish you the best of luck.

Been a blast.

That kind of thing happen a lot around here?

I've been worried sick. Thank God you're okay.

Don't worry, Casey. We're fine. What happened?

Your Vic had some kind of bomb on him. That's what happened.

Where's Knight? And what's that guy doing with a bomb?

She's towing what's left of the van into the evidence garage trying to figure

out what happened. Feel free to go help. Roger that.

This is all I could dig up on your dead petty officer.

Not much.

Let's see what we've got.

Hey, it's Parker.

Yeah, it's not much. Petty Officer Bolton, born in St. Louis, studied

science in college, and the rest is redacted.

Yeah, I'm going to be a little late.

I don't even recognize that assignment code.

It's a transitional code that our new Space Force just started using.

Yeah, no, no, no. I'll see you there later.

And you know this how?

I did some work integrating their network into the FBI's Operational

Division. Happy to hook you up with a guy there I know. He can probably give

some more intel on your petty office.

You know, it'd be faster if you made the call. I'd love to, but I'm already

going to miss half the warm -up act, so...

Okay.

I still got time.

While we may never know the true origin of the Humpty Dumpty nursery rhyme...

You can rest assured, Petty Officer Bolton, we shall put you together again.

Lateral meleosis.

Thanks for helping while I have my own lateral issues.

It's just like old times, huh?

I don't recall the ME van blowing up before, so no.

Well, the good news is you'll be getting a new one.

Well, I kind of like the old one.

You shouldn't have let it be blown up. Oh, we're doing that again, are we?

So we were kind of hoping for an update, but I can come back at the two of you.

Oh, no, no, no, it's fine, it's fine. Dr. Mallard? Yes, well, one item of note

is an anklet that the petty officer was wearing on his left foot.

It appears to be some kind of wearable USB device.

Casey is examining it now.

She also identified the explosive that destroyed certain things. It was

azidozide azide.

Compounds so powerful and unstable, only crazy people use it.

And apparently criminals. Only a few ounces can totally destroy a vehicle.

Or a van.

Ounces? No wonder we missed the bomb on the body.

Oh, we didn't miss the bomb, because it wasn't on the body. See, the blast

trauma to the thorax projects outwards, meaning that the explosion emanated from

inside the GI tract.

Are you saying our victim swallowed the explosive?

It appears so. Reminds me of a few heroin smugglers I busted once.

Except Petty Officer Bolton wasn't smuggling heroin.

He was concealing an explosive, presumably to get past some sort of

Agent Knight, we believe that this was a bombing attempt gone wrong.

Given the location of the explosive, most likely a suicide bombing attempt.

By a member of the United States military.

Yes, we're still trying to figure out the target, Madam Secretary.

I'll let you know as soon as we do. Thank you.

I heard we have an official cause of death for Petty Officer Bolton. Blood

poisoning. Jimmy thinks that the explosive accidentally leaked into his

and killed him before he could detonate himself.

This could have been a lot worse.

Any idea who dumped the body? Not yet, but Bolton was obviously working with

someone. All right, let me know when you find out who.

Is there something else?

You ain't gonna like it. Try me.

You should have never offered Parker the job.

And why is that?

You gave up on Gibb too quickly.

Nobody gave up on anyone.

Gibb's moved on. And you let it happen.

I know that Gibbs is a father figure to the team, and it's hard when a father

leaves, especially perhaps for you. If I needed a shrink, I would have called

Dr. Gray's, Director.

Agent Torres, may I remind you that I'm free to hire who I want, when I want?

Well, did you even consider McGee? I did more than consider him.

What is that supposed to mean?

That's outside your pay grade. Oh, okay. Well, I'm telling you that Agent Parker

is the wrong guy for the job. Then you should tell that to Gibbs.

He said he was the guy. We spoke just after Eberhard's arrest.

Let's just say I think Parker made an impression on Gibbs in Alaska, as well

on me.

So we done?

Director, we got a problem, and you're not gonna like it.

Get in line.

Whoever dumped the petty officer's body took his wallet and keys.

Well, it's no surprise it makes it harder to make an ID.

But they left another set of keys behind.

It's the USB drive Jimmy and Ducky found. The body dumper probably thought

was just a piece of jewelry.

Because maybe petty officers are so totally known for wearing anklet. Okay,

get the point.

The drive appears to be some kind of master key to an e -commerce site that

Bolton runs on the dark web.

Dark web. That's great.

What was he selling? It seems our computer science major has been

as a one -man geek squad for bad guys. This guy does everything.

Corporate hacking, $1 ,000 an hour.

Ransomware attack.

Even has a weekend special on tracking your spouse.

You're right, Ms. Hines. We got a problem.

This isn't the problem.

Most of Bolton's posts have been about the finer points of identity theft until

a few months ago. He mentions he got a new partner. Then his posts started

getting political.

Then... Extremist. Then he says he and his partner have something big planned,

like take down the system thing. And you know what that target is? Maybe.

And I hope we're wrong. All right, thanks, Fish.

My contact at DOD says that Bolton's day job was working as a high -level coder

for the wide -band global SATCOM system.

One of the satellite networks our military uses to communicate.

Bolton's clearance level gave him access to a highly sensitive server room that

runs the entire system. Not the sort of place you'd want a bomb to go off in, I

imagine. If that was Bolton's target... And you really have no choice but to

assume that it was.

He's trying to take down our satellites.

And his partner's still out there.

I believe petty officer Bolton was planning an attack on his own country.

Well, our working theory is that Bolton got radicalized by this mystery partner

of his, who clearly had some issues with the military.

SATCOM handles tactical command, control comms, missile targeting.

If any of those systems go down, our troops' ability to defend themselves

could be hobbled. If I may, General, I've worked with the SATCOM system

I recall.

You brought scones.

And if I recall, it uses Hyper -V clustering for redundancy. Taking out

facility won't immediately degrade the system. We have some time.

Which we need, because we might have more suicide bombers out there. Might?

found several posts indicating that Bolton and his partner were trying to

recruit more people.

What if they've recruited someone else with clearance?

We can't be doing full body searches at every federal facility.

Director Vance.

I'm authorizing an emergency rapid response task force to be run out of

Understood. Agent Parker.

Actually, it's former Agent Parker. I don't care.

You know the systems. You're running the task force.

If there's any recruits out there, I want you to find them.

That's a funny thing. I got ticks.

Scratch that.

Understood, General.

Well, that sucks for me.

You know the systems. Hyper -V clustering.

Torres, mystery partner. McGee's already got potential targets tonight. We need

to know if anyone else has been recruited. Okay, let's go.

Right.

The 411 may play better coming from you.

Listen, guys, Agent Parker, former Agent Parker, has been assigned by the

DOD. Let me guess.

Being charged?

Temporarily. But for the record, against my will. But here we are.

Okay, so I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to be doing, but if I'm the one

who's looking for a new suicide bomber recruit, I've got Petty Officer Bolton's

laptop, but it's locked.

It may have information on it that's relevant to our case. I'm just waiting

someone to do that.

I just needed to enable root access.

That's normally McGee's thing.

Don't mean to step on any toes.

No, it's okay.

As long as you got it open.

Casey flagged a name on Bolton's server.

Told somebody he was going to, quote, check the guy out.

Thinking it's a recruit?

It is. Bolton should have a file on him.

And there you go.

Royman Beesbo?

You're being groomed to be a suicide bomber, Royman? He's single, has no

life, said he almost died of a heart attack last year. Dying man, no family?

That fits the profile.

All right, check him out.

McGee, dig into the laptop. Find out who Bolton's mystery partner was. And hey,

look, I just want you all to know, I know this is weird, okay, I get it, but

gotta get past that so we can get this job done.

And with a team like you, We're going to do it better than anyone.

The only question I have is, do you guys ever go to the bathroom? And where is

it? Because I'm literally about to wet myself.

Hey.

Hey, bud, can I ask you something?

No. Well, time isn't really on our side. I don't want to clear the air.

You know, I probably had like three cups of coffee this morning, but... Why

didn't you make a play for Gibbs' job?

Well, because it was Gibbs' job. We fizzled a few days ago.

Goodbye. The writing was on the wall for months.

It was probably like four cups of coffee. And you never thought about

Team Leader a permanent gig?

Um, yeah. Yeah, sure. I imagined it happening one day, yeah. And then Vance

offered you the job, and you said pass.

Why?

Job wasn't what I thought it would be.

Not nearly as fun.

Hours were even worse. Don't get to go on the field as much.

Plus, there's all that paperwork.

Nobody likes paperwork.

Right.

And that's it?

Yeah, well, what else is there?

You tell me.

That's it.

Hey, next time you want to have a private conversation with me, maybe pick

somewhere a little more appropriate.

Maybe a stopped elevator or something.

That's got to be Royman.

Are we sure he's Sango?

Don't be mean.

I'm sorry, I'm feeling a little mean.

You gotta give Parker a chance.

Do I?

After what he did for Gibbs in Alaska?

I think he earned it.

Recruit me to be a suicide bomber?

Me.

This is a joke, right?

Has anybody strange contacted you online recently?

Pretty much non -stop after I dipped my toe into online dating.

It was like I had a catfish target on my back for some reason.

At least until I met Helen. And then I erased all my dating apps. So you're not

single? Well, I mean, it's kind of hard to explain.

Is Helen someone strange that you met online by any chance?

No.

At a butt stop.

We just started talking.

I don't know how that happened.

Then she smiled and it was like a lightning bolt went off in my head.

And I know she felt it too because she gave me her number.

And then what happened? And then I lost it.

I've been trying to remember it, you know, by doing... Oh.

So you are single.

Do you recognize this guy?

Yeah. Hey, that's the cable guy. He came by a few weeks ago, said I needed a new

router or something.

That's not the cable guy.

Wait, is that your suicide bomber recruiter dude?

Oh my gobsmacker, he was in my house.

We had lemonade.

Why was he trying to recruit me? What do you do exactly again? You some kind of

a court reporter?

Not quite.

Try a silver star ranked federal stenographer.

What does that mean? I work on sealed cases only.

I'm one of only 50 local stenos cleared to record deposition that involve

classified material.

Does that mean you go into high -security federal buildings?

Yep, different ones every week. I see a lot of really high -tech... Oh.

Where are you going next? It could be a target.

I can't actually answer that without a subpoena.

That's part of being a Silver... Silver Star -ranked federal stenographer. Got

it. But you're more than welcome to hang until you get one. I got nachos.

Huh?

How long is the subpoena going to take?

That's too long, Judge. Any place this Royman guy goes next could be a bombing

target.

Royman? I don't know. Irish?

No, no. Don't put me on hold again.

Well, what do you think? I think it's impressive that an agent has finally

gotten some Bluetooth earbuds.

I'm asking you about Director Vance's offer to him to take over the team.

Am I on hold? Did you put me on hold again?

Oh, I don't know.

It'd be different, which would be, you know, different.

Yes, it would.

Is that a problem for you?

Speaking of the opposite of different, how great has it been having you down

here this week, huh? What do you say we get the band back together, like

permanently, you and me?

Autopsy is your baby weight now, Jimmy. Yeah, but it could be ours again.

They put me on hold.

How can we help you? We're still trying to track down Bolton's mystery partner.

Heard you found something that might help.

We think we may have found a piece of the bomb's detonator. If so, then Casey

may be able to trace it back to this partner for whom you're looking.

She's also made some headway on tracing the actual explosive.

An Albanian cartel is selling it on the black market.

30K a gram.

Even with his side gig, Bolton couldn't afford half of what was in him.

So either the mystery partner had deep pockets or... Or he won the lottery.

Or he won the lottery, sure.

No, I'm saying our dead petty officer won the lottery.

Really? Three times, three different states over the past year, over a

grand total.

I don't know anyone who's won the lottery three times.

I don't know anybody who's won the lottery once.

It's actually four times.

if you count an hour ago, which is, you know, impossible.

This place is way more interesting than the FBI.

When I found out how much Bolton's suicide bomb cost, I realized he must

another source of income.

Domestic terrorism ain't cheap.

Then an agent found these in his gun safe. They're lottery picker cards from

over the eastern seaboard. And lo and behold, these three matched actual wins.

Four, if you count an hour ago.

Which is, you know, impossible.

Except Bolton was a hacker.

You think he hacked the lottery to pay for those bombs? If he did.

This guy's like the Frank Abagnale of hackers. Remember Leo? Oh, he was cute.

Played him in Catch Me If You Can. He was a doctor. He was a lawyer. And I was

the FBI. I know who Frank Abagnale is. Thing is, if Bolton did hack the

he wasn't the one cashing in the winning tickets.

He had someone else do the pickups for him. I'm thinking that's the partner

you've been looking for. Her name's Lillian Beck. And if there's any more

bombing planned, I imagine she'd know about them.

Luckily for us...

She had some new winnings to cash in tomorrow.

It's take -out time, baby.

Nice work.

Uh, I'm gonna need this.

Mm -hmm. Just one more thing.

A little birdie told me that you prefer to try and negotiate with Lemire at this

particular point in time.

That's not quite... I don't know what...

going on with you here or whatever, but let's get one thing straight.

If there's ever a crazy assassin holding a sharp object to my neck again, I'm

going to need you to shoot first, ask questions later.

If you can do that, then we're good.

We good?

We're good.

What do you think makes someone become a suicide bomber?

I don't know. I think if you're angry enough, you can get talked into just

anything. Say it, rep.

Got eyes on our suspect.

In line, about to cash a ticket.

Copy. You're getting good at that.

Hey, Brad.

Copy.

Thanks. I'm proud to see you in the mirror.

I feel good that it makes me not buy what you tell Parker in the bathroom.

He told you about that?

No.

Okay, then what were you, like, listening at the bathroom door?

Oh, my God, seriously, were you listening at the door? The point is,

that noise about you not wanting the big chair because of the extra hours. Yeah,

homie, don't buy that.

I can't believe it. You're sitting there, like, just listening through the

bathroom door. Hey, don't change the subject. What subject? That I don't want

be team leader because I'm not Gibbs?

No, you're not Gibbs. But you're Timothy freaking McGee. You're a cyber ninja.

When people shoot you, you keep on coming, man. Yeah, except it was Gibbs

shot me, okay, twice. He put two bullets through me.

And you know what? It saved my life.

Hurt like hell getting shot, but I can't imagine what it felt like pulling that

trigger. I mean, who could do that? Could I do that?

For someone so smart, you can be so dumb.

Hey, that's helpful.

Tim, the guy who shouldn't be in charge is the guy who's not even asking the

question.

Doubt is not weakness.

It's a strength.

A leader without doubt.

Now that's the guy I'd be worried about. Look, Nick, my point is I don't want to

be the guy that can pull that trigger.

Okay? If there's anything I've learned from Gibbs, it's that this job is all

-consuming. It completely consumes you. You know what the guy had to do to

escape? He had to go to Alaska.

Like, Alaska.

I got a family, Nick.

That can't be me. I can't do that.

It's that simple.

Go ahead. Tell me again how dumb I am.

I have no complaints about that.

Only respect.

Thanks.

If I'm a bad guy.

Sounds pretty good to me.

Guess what I just heard? We just caught Bolton's mystery partner.

What are you doing?

Leaving.

Aren't we going to sterilize the bone saw later?

I remember that one time. Jimmy, it is time for me to retake my rightful place

as NCIS historian.

Wait, don't go. Stop, stop, stop.

Is everything all right?

Is everything all right?

No. No, it's not.

It's not at all.

I had just about enough of people leaving this year, just one after

Verena.

And then Bishop, and now Gibbs.

So you were going to come back in here, you were going to lose the hat, and

together we were going to go sterilize that damn bone saw.

What do you mean? Bone saw.

Jimmy, yesterday is over.

Sad as that may seem, but change is the essence of life.

I know, Doctor, but this feels like a death.

I miss him, too.

But Jethro isn't dead.

From what I hear, it sounds as if he's starting to live life again.

Possibly...

for the first time since losing his family.

If that is the case, I don't mourn his departure.

I'm grateful for it.

Our pain is a small price to pay for his peace.

And Barry.

That was beautiful, Doctor. Really beautiful.

I almost hate to totally ruin the moment by giving you this.

It's the results from the detonator fragment you found in our victim.

Uh -oh.

You know, I'm missing my nephew's first Little League game.

I'm really sorry about that.

There just seems to be a little misunderstanding somewhere.

You think?

I bought a lottery ticket.

I won. I don't know anything about any terrorist attack.

I get it. What's he doing?

Did I miss it?

He is doing the play dumb.

That's boring.

I'm going to be here all day.

So am I free to go?

Yeah. Just one more question.

Do you want to die by lethal injection or spend the rest of your life rotting

a jail cell that smells like soup?

Excuse me? We know you've been working with Bolton. We know you're trying to

recruit more suicide bombers. And we know that you funded your operation by

hacking the lottery. What we don't know is death pursuit.

That is not the playground.

I am going to jail for accessory to murder. Say it with me. I am going to

I was working with Bolton. For accessory to... Will you stop that? I'm trying to

confess. Not to murder. I didn't kill anyone, okay?

Let's hear it.

And by the way, you don't have any nephews.

I'm a back -end coder for the East Coast Lottery Group.

We handle the lottery in 13 states.

About six months ago, I found a flaw in the system, a way to pre -select the

winners. But I needed a real hacker to do the heavy lifting.

A hacker like Bolton? I found him online.

The guy's basically the Frank Abagnale of hackers.

I've heard.

Go on.

That's it.

We didn't hack the lottery to fund a terrorist attack. We hacked the lottery

hack the lottery.

That actually is pretty believable.

Hey, we've got a problem. Yeah, a big problem.

Our entire case might have just fallen apart.

Casey found traces of polydioxinone on the detonator fragment, plus bupivacaine

in his talk screen.

I literally didn't understand a word you just said.

Whose talk screen?

Bolton's. Listen, the detonator was a pacemaker battery.

Bupivacaine is a local anesthetic.

And polydioxin is used in surgical stitches.

Surgical. Dr. Mallard and I were wrong.

Bolton didn't swallow a bomb.

It was surgically implanted. And if it was a part of a routine procedure, it's

possible he didn't even know he had a bomb inside of him.

So, if there wasn't a terrorist attack, what were you recruiting people for?

I couldn't keep winning the lottery myself, genius.

So you needed cutouts to pick up the money for you. And we already had ten

up. You were about to be rich.

Bolton was planning on retiring to Cabo.

The last thing he ever would have done is blow himself up.

How the hell did he end up a human grenade?

Sorry, that's not my department.

I spoke to three of the recruits. We're hired to pick up the next lottery

ticket. They confirm our suspect story.

So if Bolton's big plan was to hack the lotto, how did he end up with a suicide

bomb in him?

Right back at square one.

Yeah, you get used to it.

Gotta have something to do with his website.

We should dig into the other bad guys who have hired him.

Mickey's going through the web logs now.

You can check this out.

Most of those bad guy names were encrypted.

But one name did pop up on a wire transfer.

And you are going to love it.

I told you, I thought he was the cable guy.

That's all I know.

Please don't take it the wrong way.

But you are totally lying.

Right after Bolton paid you a visit, you took out a reverse mortgage on your

house for 20 grand.

I'm doing a renovation.

One week later, that same 20K ended up in Bolton's e -commerce account in the

Caymans. It was a Caribbean -themed renovation?

No, that's a horrible liar.

Where did you get the Albanian explosive?

I don't know what that is.

How did it end up inside Petty Officer Bolton? I don't know what that means. We

have proof that you paid Bolton $20 ,000 to his offshore account.

He said we wouldn't get caught. And you are going to tell me what it was for. It

was for Helen.

Okay?

Helen.

So...

Woman you met at the bus stop?

Keep talking.

Everything I told you was true.

Your petty officer came over, said he was the cable guy, and we had lemonade.

Just like I said.

And then... And then you told him about Helen?

It may have come up.

When I saw her smile... Skip that part.

He told me he might be able to hack into a traffic cam by the bus stop where

Helen and me met and get a photo of her face.

And then, you know, do some facial recognition.

Oh, that's creepy.

It's not stalking if she gave me her number already.

Is it?

I'm going to go out on a limb and say this guy is not our criminal mastermind.

He's got to be connected somehow.

Otherwise, why would Bolton have an entire dossier?

Whoa.

What?

Bolton has this guy's medical records. Ever wonder why?

Got it.

You had any surgery recently? No.

I mean, sort of, a week ago. Where?

My doctor called and said that my pacemaker battery was low.

He just thought that last year doesn't run low that fast.

It just took an hour to swap out. It wasn't a big deal. It might actually be

big deal.

Evacuate the building. Call the bomb squad. Wait, what? No, hold on.

I don't understand.

What is happening?

It's got to be connected to one of your cases. You're a stenographer, right?

What's your next case? I can't tell you. I'm a silver star, right? Look, I got

your damn subpoena approved, okay?

They just haven't sent the actual records yet. Now focus. What's your next

Okay. Okay, there's this guy.

Come on. Here they come, Mr. Palmer.

Look sharp.

McGee filled us in. We are prepping for X -ray. We're going to take a look

inside you. This is not happening. You're going to be okay. Just lie down.

I'm not going to be okay, according to your boss.

You're our boss?

I've been turned into a walking time bomb by Tony Soprano. Apparently, Royman

here just got assigned a case against a pretty scary -sounding mafia kingpin.

Four of the witnesses against him have already disappeared, and the last one

moved into witness protection.

All right, hold your breath.

He's in a hidden location.

Tightest security possible. I'm supposed to record his deposition tomorrow, and

then I guess I blow up. Is that the freaking plan?

It's the H -E -L -E -E -N. There's the pulse generator.

Something else.

He's on density. I would say that's our explosive.

Oh, my God, Smacker.

I've been turned into an exploding Trojan horse.

Okay, everybody get out of here. What, you're leaving?

No, no, I'll stay until the bomb squad's med techs arrive. We don't have that

much time.

This protrusion tells me that the explosive is leaking.

Just like Petty Officer Bolton here.

How much time does he have? A day, a minute. I mean, we have to get it out

Well, what are you looking at me for? Your body, your call.

Um, get it out.

We're already prepped for extraction.

Flight.

CHG locked and loaded.

Prepping the surgical site.

Administering 10cc local anesthetic.

It's okay, buddy. Okay, relax.

Dr. Palmer, would you care to do the honors?

Oh, you might want to remove the decoration.

Oh, look at that. He's feeling better already.

All right.

Do me a favor and say Mary Dill.

In D .C. yesterday, a murder attempt against a star witness in a mafia

trial was thwarted by agents at NCIS.

Sources say that Besnik Toptani, the notorious Albanian kingpin,

an elaborate plot to kill... Toptani's people knew Petty Officer Bolton from

geek squad for Bad Guys website.

They came up with the Trojan horse idea and hired Bolton to hack into Roy's

medical record. But they only had one shot at taking the witness out, so they

decided to use Bolton as a guinea pig for the surgery. But test run didn't go

well.

He died before they could blow him up. So the Albanians ditched the body,

out the kinks, and then forced Roy's doctor to try again on Roy.

I'll spare you the Frank Abengale comparison, and I'll just say this is

the books.

Agent Knight, will you excuse us for a moment?

Very nice work.

Thank you.

You know, I jumped online this morning to try to get you replacement tickets

that Simon and Garfunkel concert that you missed.

Oh, yeah? Turns out there is no Simon and Garfunkel reunion tour.

And there's not going to be. I heard they hate each other.

I'm more of a Bowie guy, anyway.

I see.

I just wanted to see what a regular day around here was like, and I was told it

might spook the locals if they thought I had plans to stay.

Wasn't my idea, actually.

Whose was it?

I'm going to take that one to my grave.

Well, you want the job or not?

We did one last visual exam.

Everything's all clear.

Oh, it's the third sweep in 24 hours.

Better safe than sorry.

So I spoke to the DA. They're willing to drop the hacking charge in exchange for

community service.

How much?

Well, what do you think?

Still thinking.

I know the feeling.

500 hours?

Either that or jail.

Well, it's not like I have other plans.

Roy?

Roy, it's me.

Helen! You never called me.

I lost your number.

It was 5 -5... 5 -0 -1 -6 -2.

I can't believe it. I guess he has plans now.

I kept going to the same bus stop and went there.

You don't know what I think?

I think Gibbs was a lucky man.

I know the feeling.

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