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Harry Potter is not stupid.

You've been Harry Potter for
the last three Halloweens.

At least you could be a girl,
like Hermione or Ginny.

You muggles
just don't get it.

Uh, I do.

It's stupid.

Benjamin, enough.

Rachel, your
costume's great.

Thanks, Mr. Curtis.

Is your mom chaperoning
the school party?

No, she has to work.

Oh, we'd be happy
to give you a ride.

Isn't that right, Benjamin?

Ugh!

Thanks for walking me home.

It's not a problem.
We'll see you tomorrow.

Okay, bye, guys.

Your manners leave something
to be desired, young man.

When we get home...

[Rachel screams]

Wait here.

Rachel.

Rachel, what happened?

Mom.

Oh, my God.

BISHOP: Come on,
be serious.

McGEE: Hey, I have never
been more serious.

There is no room
for error, Bishop.

Hey!Listen to me.

Hey, hey, hey!
Holyfield, Tyson--

let's knock it off before
someone loses an ear.

I was just talking about
Abby's upcoming Halloween party,

when McGee went
all Bruce Banner on me.

Yeah, for good reason-- she
doesn't want to wear a costume.

What? Are you insane?

God, for the love of all
that is holy, probie,

let's get with
the program.

Abby takes this
holiday very seriously.

You deviate from the plan,
you pay the consequences.

Tell her, McGee.

Halloween, 2007,

I told Abby I didn't want
to carve a pumpkin.

He's still waiting
for the other one to descend.

It's not that I don't want
to dress up, okay? It's...

It's just that Jake and I
can't agree on a costume.

[groans]
Marriage. Here we go.

Halloween used to be

a single guy's paradise.

Now it's been
twisted and co-opted

into some kind
of couples' thing.

You're gonna be phoning it in
with Delilah.

You've got your other half.

Abby's got Ranger Burt.

Even Ducky's got
something cooking.

Why don't you take Allison?

Allison.

From tech services.

Who you went out with
last week.

Oh!
[laughs]

[snorts]
Well, that didn't compute.

That's, like, the sixth woman
you've dated this month.

Yeah, that's a record,
even for you.

Thank you. I'm back, baby.

Gear up. We got
a dead body in Lake Ridge.

Whatever happened
to Krista in HR?

TONY:
Ugh, too judgmental.

She never laughed
at the e-mails I sent her.

That's 'cause they
were offensive.

See? Too judgmental.

And what about Erica
from accounting?

What went wrong there?

Cats. Too many cats.

They were all
named Mr. Darcy.

[sighs] Don't you think
you're being a little picky?

Well, there's a lot
of fish in the sea.

Not at the rate
you've been fishing.

What can I say, McGee?

Women find me alluring.

What can you
tell me, Duck?

Single gunshot wound
to the back.

You got a time
of death?

Yeah, between midnight
and 2:00 a.m. this morning.

We searched the area, boss.

No sign of a murder weapon.

McGEE: And no
forced entry.

Local LEOs found
the back door open

when they arrived
on the scene.

Place wasn't tossed.

Doesn't look like
a robbery gone bad.

Who's our victim?

Victim is Dr. Valerie Barnes.

42, wife of Navy Commander
Ryan Barnes.

He's stationed at Little Creek.He found the body?

No, that was Rachel Barnes,
victim's ten-year-old daughter,

when she returned home
from a sleepover.

A neighbor called it in.

Well, where is she now?Outside.

DiNozzo, track down the husband.
McGee, the neighbor.

McGEE:
When was the last time

you spoke to Mrs. Barnes?

Last night,
around 6:00,

when she dropped
off Rachel.

She had to work late,
and I offered to babysit.

You're friends
with the victim?

Yeah, I've known Val
for three years.

Our kids are in the same grade.

Anything you can tell us
about the commander?

Honestly,
I-I don't know him very well.

He's not often around.

He's either training
or on a mission.

He left for one a few days ago,

and that was
the last time I saw him.

Can I take my
son home now?

Of course.

Yes.

And, uh, thank you
for your help, Mr. Curtis.

What's gonna happen to Rachel?

Hi, Rachel.

I'm Special Agent Gibbs.

This is one
good-looking fort.

You build this all by yourself?

No.

My dad helped me.

Sounds like a pretty cool dad.

Did you find him?

Is he coming home?

Don't worry.

We will figure it out.

Please don't make me leave.

This is my safe place.

Nothing bad will happen
to me in here.

If they come back,
they can't hurt me.

Who's "they," Rachel?

The people trying
to kill my dad.

BISHOP: Okay, which
costume do you

like better for me and Jake?

Popeye and Olive Oyl,

or the old farming couple
from American Gothic.

[sighs]
Neither.

Bishop, this is a chance
for you to be

whoever you want
for one night.

So, why don't you get crazy?

Step out of
your preppy librarian,

hot-for-teacher comfort zone.

Hey.What are your other ideas?

I don't want to say.

Romeo and Juliet.Cinderella and Prince Charming.

Antony and Cleopatra.Bonnie and Clyde.

How close are we?

Smart choice.

Incoming.Let's go. Give me an update.

Ooh! Our victim is
Dr. Valerie Barnes,

a therapist at a counseling
center in Richmond.

I talked to her coworkers.

They weren't aware of anyone
Valerie was having issues with,

patients or otherwise.

I want her case files.
What about the husband?

Well, Commander Ryan Barnes is

a highly decorated Navy SEAL

with over 30 missions
under his belt.

He's been off the grid
for survival training,

but I sent word
to him in the field.

He should be here
in a few hours.

BISHOP: Rachel said people
were after her father.

If the commander's in danger,
isn't being surrounded

by a SEAL team
the safest place for him?

TONY: Well,
we don't even know

if he's being targeted.

Yes, we do. Last year,
Commander Barnes

took part
in Operation Lower Merion.

The capture
of Benham Parsa.

McGEE: Month after the raid,
the SEALs' identities

were accidentally leaked,
including Barnes'.

I did an online search,
came up with this.

TONY: I get the feeling
that's not a dating profile.

That was a terrorist Web site.

Commander's on a jihad hit list.

McGee, I want everything
on this site.

Who made it,
who uploaded the photo.

Anyone who's accessed it.

I can help, too.

Where's Rachel?

In the conference room

with the woman
from Social Services.

Find me something,
DiNozzo.

[goofy laughter playing
over toy's speaker]

Uh...

Love what you've done
with your lab, Abby.

Thank you. Wait till you
see my apartment.

It's my pièce
de résistance.

I'm coming up empty-handed here.
Are you guys finding anything?

Yeah, we were able to track down
the third-party host

for the Web site.

It's a company
based in Algeria.

BISHOP:
Which means they won't

turn over their client data
to the U.S.

True, but we managed
to access the mainframe.

The original coding that
was sent to the host

came from an IP address in
Silver Spring, Maryland.

Meet our sinister Web master.

Dorian Hobart.

McGEE: After his
dishonorable discharge

from the Army in 2007,
Hobart became involved

in several antigovernment
extremist groups.

He hops from one broadband
to the other

every time he logs on.

Now, we know who he is;
we just don't know where.

The site has
a message board, right?

Let's use it.

Yeah, we build a cover,
pose as an interested group.

We set up the meet with Hobart,
and then we nail him.

Your cover background has
to catch Hobart's attention.

Okay.

Okay, I'm Dylan Evans,
former Marine sniper.

Dishonorably
discharged,

I now work as
a mercenary for hire.

Um...

It kind of has to be a...
believable cover, McGee.

And you could never
pull off a "Dylan."

How about you be Stuart?

Clarence.

BISHOP:
No, we stick

as close to the truth
as possible.

Your name is Tim Walsh.

You are an expert
in electronics,

specializing in...

detonators.

Okay, let's hook a line
and catch a terrorist,

Tim Walsh.

I could've pulled off "Dylan."

It's just me, Rachel.

Come on out.

What's...

what's that?

Popcorn and hot chocolate.

You don't look like
the hot chocolate type.

Huh.

My mom used to make the best cup
of hot chocolate ever.

Little bit of cinnamon.

Mm-mmm.

Long time ago.

Did she die, too?

Mm-hmm.

When I was just about your age.

Not an easy thing to go through.

I know you want
to be strong,

but it's okay to be sad.

I'm not sad.

I'm angry.

How could she let this happen?

It's not your mom's fault.

Yes, it is.

Daddy trained us.

We knew what to do
if the bad people ever came.

Your dad tell you
who the bad guys are?

No, he just told us
be on alert, and I was.

I didn't see
anything suspicious.

I swear, I did everything
that I was supposed to do.

You did good.

I want my dad, Agent Gibbs.

He'll be here soon.

Well, I-I don't
like it here.

I need my safe place.

Yeah, well...

I kind of thought you might.

What are you doing?

I'm building a fort.

Got all the essential
fort-building materials.

We're gonna make
a new safe place.

Together.

Nothing bad is gonna
happen to you, Rachel.

I promise.

Do you keep your promises?

Always.

What's the verdict, Ducky?

Death was
instantaneous.

Bullet fragmented
on impact.

Shooting someone unarmed in
the back is such a cowardly act.

Robert Ford
comes to mind.

I think we can
safely rule him out.

Anything else?

Indeed, something curious.

Our victim suffered

from an orbitozygomatic
fracture.

That's the right
cheekbone and eye socket.

From the fall?Oh, no, no, no, no.

This is an old injury.

At least ten years.

But there's no record of it
in her medical history.

That is curious.

Eleanor, what a pleasure.

Sorry, Ducky.
I'm here for Tony.

Ah.

Hobart took the bait.

He set up a meeting
with McGee in two hours.

Pinecrest Park.

Oh. You know what that means.

Undercover work.

How's your plow position?

My what?

TONY:
Breathe in, arms up.

Sun salutation.

Hands together.

Back to the chest.

And then reach back
with your left foot.

Arms out.

Take your right hand,

put it down
next to your right foot.

Didn't know you practiced yoga.

Oh, yeah.

Balanced mind, balanced life.

I've been reading
Sting's biography.

He's a Renaissance man.

Oh, please, I just ate.

I reject your negative energy,
McGee.

Bogey, DiNozzo.

Your 10:00,
coming down the path.

I got him.

Back down to the weapon.

You Tim?

That's right.

Where's the sample?

Go, go, go.

Hobart-- freeze, hands up.

Drop the weapon!Ladies first.

GIBBS:
NCIS.

Put it down.

TONY:
You okay, McGee?Yeah.

Flo-Jo came
out of nowhere, Boss.

Spider?

Keates?

You know her?Um...

Uh... well, I...
in a... sort of...

Yeah, she's Philly PD.

KEATES:
She was.

She's ATF now.

Special Agent Zoe Keates.

You want to get that gun
out of my face

and come over here
and give me a hug?

GIBBS:
Nobody moves

until I get some answers.

KEATES:
Okay.

Why don't you start
by telling me

what the hell
NCIS is doing here.

We're here taking down
a terrorist.

What the hell
are you doing here?

I'm your terrorist.

So, that's not
Dorian Hobart.

That is Special Agent
Marston, our decoy.

When ATF got wind
that Hobart was

recruiting
explosives experts

for a domestic terror group,

I got assigned to
track him down.

What's NCIS want him for?Murder.

That's his wheelhouse.
Whose?

Valerie Barnes,
wife of a Navy SEAL

listed on his Web site.

She was killed last night.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

But Hobart can't be your guy.

We captured him
two months ago.

We kept the
arrest under wraps

in order to maintain
his online presence.

Checked out any
potential threats.

Why didn't you remove Commander
Barnes from the hit list?

Well, we had to maintain
the site's authenticity.

If there was any
indication that he

or his family were in danger,
we would have stepped in.

His wife's dead.

Think you missed your cue.

Okay, look here, John Wayne.

You don't come
into my house

and accuse me
of not doing my job.

Okay, why don't we just
settle down, back it up.

Like hell. I am damn
good at what I do.

I'm also professional enough

to admit when
I've made a mistake,

but only when I've made one.

Our victim was shot with a .38.

Close range, single round,
at her residence.

What does that tell you,
Special Agent Keates?

It means it wasn't done
by an extremist group.

Terrorists have a
flair for drama.

It's not just about killing;
it's about sending a message.

Look, your murder's too quiet.

[cell phone ringing]

I think you're
going down the wrong path.

I agree.

Gibbs.

BISHOP:
Hey, McGee.

How are the ribs?

They feel like they've been
completely destroyed.

Yeah, sorry about that.

I thought you were
an explosives expert.

I couldn't risk you
hitting the switch.

And excessive force
always was your style.

Yeah? You never
seemed to mind.

I'm sorry, how do you two
know each other?

We were rookies together
back in Philly.

When did you work
in Philadelphia?

I did a brief stint in Philly

before I went to Baltimore.

Commitment was never one
of Spider's strong suits.

[laughs]Spider?

That was the nickname
the guys in the squad gave Tony.

You know, like
in Goodfellas?

Except you had to do more

than fetch drinks
and shine shoes, huh?

And it's a wonder I didn't stay.

No, you preferred
to tuck tail and run.

[chuckles]

Look at you,
same old biting wit.

Nothing much has changed, huh?

Why mess with perfection?

Commander Barnes is
on his way in.

Let's go.

Hmm.

That's a good look
on you, Keates.

Sorry for your loss.

[bangs table]

You know, I always knew my
job could cost me my life.

I prepared for that.

I never thought it'd
put my family in danger.

We don't know that it did.

The two might not be connected.

Wait, a-are you saying
that somebody...

purposely targeted my wife?

Think it's possible.

You know anyone she might
have had problems with?

No.

Nobody I'm aware of.

What about changes
in her behavior?

Changes? I don't know.

I... I'm gone ten months
out of the year.

That makes me a damn good SEAL
but not the best husband.

Or father.

You better catch whoever
did this, Agent Gibbs.

Find him before I do.

Commander, the only thing

that you should be focusing on
is your daughter.

You let us handle the rest.

You're right.

[clears throat]

Can I see her now?

Sure.

Abby, you rang?

I did. Think fast.

Oh.

It's an aromatherapy
heating pad.

I heard that Tony's...

blast from the past
took you down kind of hard.

What?
She asked for an update.

What's with
the dummies?

Oh, it's Tony
and Special Agent Keates.

I was setting
the scene for Abby.

Body position is
a universal language.

And from what
I've been looking at,

these two have some
serious history.

Yeah, from a firsthand account,
there was a definite spark.

Thoughts?

Well, Tony never
mentioned her before.

But Bishop's right--
I've never seen him

act like that
around someone since...

What?

BOTH:
It's complicated.

Oh.

Well, Tony's clearly trying
to fill some void.

Maybe she's exactly
what he needs.

Someone familiar.

I don't think a nice little push

in the right direction
would hurt.

I'm in.

McGee?

If I say yes, you promise
to change the subject?

Yes.Yes.

Exhibit A--

our lone bullet.

McGEE:
What happened to it?

ABBY:
It's degraded ammunition.

It happens when it
isn't stored properly.

Once I catalog the pieces
from our crime scene

and from our victim,

I'll be able to make
a 3-D image of our bullet.

Sort of a ballistics
jigsaw puzzle.

And if there's a bullet
in the system that matches,

then we'll be closer

to identifying our shooter.

Don't you just love science?

So, how long till we can
go back to the house?

At least a few days.

We'll be staying at
the Admiral Heights Hotel.

Could you let me know
if there's any news?

You're sure you don't want
to take that fort with you?

No.

I have my dad.

That's all I need.

Can't thank you enough
for keeping her safe.

Promise is a promise.

All right, boss,
I did some digging.

The old facial fracture
Ducky discovered

during Valerie Barnes'
autopsy was the work

of none other
than George Burton.

The serial killer?That's right.

Don't forget
"enthusiastic cannibal."

This guy's crime scene
photos would make

Hannibal Lecter shake
in his straitjacket.

What's the connection?

Well, in 1999,

Valerie worked as a forensic
psychiatrist in Maryland,

and Burton was an inmate.

He got loose during his
pretrial evaluation,

and, well, it was a close call.

Where is George
Burton now?

Serving a life sentence

at Eastern State
Psychiatric Hospital.

Well, DiNozzo,
you just gave him his alibi.

Well, Valerie cut off
all contact with Burton

after the attack
until two weeks ago.

Hospital confirmed
she paid him a visit

behind closed doors.

Well, isn't this
a pleasant surprise.

And, uh... and who might you be?

I'm Very Special Agent
Anthony DiNozzo.

I do love Italian.

Okay.

He's all yours, boss.

Does, um...

does the boss
have a name?

Gibbs.

NCIS.
Oh...

That is disappointing.

How did she die?

We are

talking about Valerie, right?

Who said she's dead?

Come on, I can see it
all over your faces.

Uh, you're thinking

that I probably have
something to do with it.

Which is an understandable
assumption,

except for
the glaringly obvious.

TONY:
What we're thinking
is maybe you had one of

your unbalanced pen pals
do the job for you.

[laughs]

You flatter me.

I must have said it wrong.

No, I-I wouldn't have, uh...

I-I wouldn't,
I wouldn't hurt Valerie.

She's one of the few
people I respected.

GIBBS:
You have a funny way
of showing it.

Well, that was an unfortunate
little incident.

I, um...

I thought that

a little outburst would...

would-would help
my insanity plea.

But it wasn't
personal.

I just...
Listen, if I wanted to kill her,

I would have killed her.

I... I did not want to kill her.

Why is that?I told you. I respected her.

Prove it.
Oh, what did you
have in mind, boss?

Why'd Valerie come to see you?

She had a issue with a...

with a patient

whose behavior was
a little bit like mine.

Another killer?

Oh, no.

Much worse.

Another sociopath.

You do your homework,

and I like that.

What kind of behavior?

[laughing]

I mean, sociopaths,
we, um...

we just... would do anything--

lie, manipulate,

anything--

to get what we want.

And anybody

who gets in the way

becomes an obstacle

to be eliminated.

How was Valerie an obstacle?

[whispering]:
She went poking around
in the wrong head.

When a dog turns

on its owner,

there's only one possible
course of action:

You put the dog down.

I ate mine.

Childhood memories are
the sweetest, aren't they?

What was her patient's name?

She didn't tell me.

But I do know

that she was scared.

Really, really scared.

More scared than
she ever was with me.

[snorts]

Bishop.
Huh?

No napping.

McGee, we've
been over

Valerie's patient
files for hours

and haven't
found a thing.

We're going
on the word

of a convicted
murderer.

It's not exactly
a reliable source.

You'd be surprised.

Some of my best informants

are the worst scum imaginable.

Figured you guys would
be working through the night.

Brought you a little pick-me-up.

And a peace
offering for you.

Apple-bran muffin.

Oh, thank you. That's my
favorite. How'd you know?

Ah, you fit the type:
uptight but regular.

Thanks.

So I felt bad
about yesterday.

I called some of my contacts,

and they confirmed
my suspicions.

There's been
no chatter

amongst extremist groups
in regards to your victim.

Well, thank you for the intel,
but we've actually

been following up on a new lead.

Yeah, our victim
was a psychiatrist,

so we're looking
into her patients.

Hmm.

Killing to keep a dark secret.

People have done so for less.

I'm intrigued.

What else you got?

BISHOP:
Uh, we compiled a list
of all her patients

and found only six that had

any sort of history
of violent behavior.

Assault, domestic violence,
schizophrenia,

PTSD, anger management.

Let me guess-- they all
have rock-solid alibis?

Well, three of them are
at in-patient facilities,

two have
ankle monitors,

and one has been
out of the country.

The most dangerous criminals

are the ones you underestimate.

I would focus in
on the patients

that fly under the radar.

The quietest mouse

always gets the cheese.

BISHOP:
I...

don't think that's a saying.

Gotta go.

Good luck with the case.

Uh... Agent Keates?

I was just wondering--

for no particular reason--

what are your thoughts on
classic movie marathons

and home-cooked
Italian meals?

Well, I appreciate the offer...

...but you're barking
up the wrong tree.

No, no, no, I wasn't...

I was just... I...

McGEE:
Smooth.

Hey, I got your 911 text.
What's going on?

No matter what happens
in the next few minutes,

just remember
that hug.

Oh, boy.
What's up?

We need to talk.
Yeah...

Words I'm never
fond of hearing.

Look, I know that
this past year has been

hard for you.

It's been hard
for all of us.

But the thing is...
we've never talked about it.

Not once.We don't have to.

See? That's the problem.

We do.

I know you, Tony.

The real you,

and the fake-happy-

front-you-put-up you.

Now, come on.

I... I am
a happy dude.

I mean, I, like,
radiate happiness.

That song,
"Happy," I...

That's baloney.

This whole random act

of dating shtick?

Nobody's buying it. Okay?

We know you're lonely,

and we know why.

Ziva.

Say it.

Ziva.

Come on, I can say it.

I know her name.

Ziva.

Okay, then let's stop dancing
around this whole thing, okay?

We all miss her.

I love Ziva, but she left us.

She is gone.

And-and it hurts,

and it sucks,

but that's reality
and you have to face it.

I have faced it.

Many, many times.

She said no.

She didn't want to come back.

That's that.

I have moved on from it.

But you haven't
moved on from her.

And you can't keep
putting your life on hold

waiting for her to show up,
because...

she probably never will.

I know.

Doesn't make it any easier.

The truth is

I miss my friend.

You have friends here,
too, Tony.

Don't forget.

I know.

Thanks, Abby.

ABBY:
Wait. Hold that thought.

TONY:
Ballistics on
our bullet?

Yeah, and it's juicy.

The striation patterns
match a round

from a Colt .38 Super
that was already in the system.

From another murder?

ABBY:
The police report says

it was an accidental
firearms discharge

at a private residence.

No injuries reported,
no charges filed.

Who's the gun registered to?

ABBY:
Nathan Curtis.

Oh... This is why
I don't trust my neighbors.

NATHAN:
Are you insane?

Valerie was my friend.

I didn't kill her.

Your Colt did.

Ballistics
are a match.

What?

I haven't seen
that gun since I...

Trust me, you want
to keep talking here.

It was a year ago.

I just left the corps,

and I was having
trouble adjusting.

I was in a really
dark place.

Firearm discharge
wasn't an accident.

No.

[sighs]

I tried to take my own life,
but the gun misfired.

That's when I went
to Valerie for help.

She was treating you?

No, she couldn't,
because we were friends,

but she set me up
with one of her colleagues.

Where's the Colt?

[sighs]

After the incident,

I didn't trust myself
with the gun in the house,

so Val locked it up
in her husband's safe

until I was ready
to have it back.

Look, I swear,
I totally forgot about it.

Hmm.

Like you forgot
about that argument

the two of you had last month?

Witnesses
report

a very heated exchange

between you and Mrs. Barnes

outside Rachel's school.

People argue,
Agent McGee.

It's not something
you kill over.

Convince us.

Look, something was going on
between Val and Ryan.

She was on
the edge

every time Ryan
was around Rachel.

And when I saw bruises
on Rachel,

I confronted Val.Why didn't you report it?

Because she swore to me
I had it all wrong,

that Ryan would
never hurt Rachel.

And you believed her?

She saved my life.

I owed her that much.

Gibbs.

I was following up

with the Naval
Special Warfare Group

on Ryan Barnes's alibi.

After the team
racked out at 2300,

no one had a visual on him
until 0300 the next morning.

Where was the training grid?

Prince William Forest--
only 12 miles

from their house in Lake Ridge.

Easy trek for a SEAL.

Take DiNozzo,
bring him in.

BISHOP: Front desk said Rachel and Ryan

checked in yesterday,
but no one's seen them since.

I usually suspect
the spouse,

but I didn't see
this one coming.

Maybe I'm getting
too Zen.

Oh, this is it.

TONY:
Ah...

[TV playing from inside]

Big Bang Theory.

[laughs]

I've seen this one.

The Dungeons
and Dragons with...

[knocking]

NCIS!

All right.

What are you waiting for?
Take the door.

Really?

Yeah.

Would you like
a formal invitation?

No, no. I got it.

What are you doing?

It's harder than it looks.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa!

Remember when they gave you

the key card at the front desk,

G.I. Jane?

[imitates lock clicking]

Oh.

Right.

Yeah.
Right.
Right, right.

Got it.

Clear.

Clear.

Room doesn't even look touched.

It wasn't.

No bags, no trash.

They didn't stay here.

Ryan played us.

He's gone.

McGEE:
Well, no hits on Commander
Barnes' credit cards or phone.

He must know
we're tracking him.

What about Rachel's phone?She's ten.

That's 16 in girl years.

Trust me, she's got a phone.

I'm on it.

BOLO's out.

Airports, rail and bus
stations are on alert.

He's got at least a six-hour
head start on us.

That's a lot of ground to cover.And we cover it.

You don't think he'd actually
hurt his own daughter, do you?

I'm not waiting around
to find out.All right, I found them.

Rachel's cell phone
is actively pinging.

They're stopped at a rest area
on I-95 North.

Let's go!
Send it to me, McGee.

[crying]
I want to go home.

Hey, hey.
Don't worry, sweetie.

It's all gonna be over soon.

It's not wise to sneak up
on me, Agent Gibbs.

I'm armed.

So are we.Drop the weapon, Commander.

Don't make this any worse.Worse?

My wife is dead.

Let Rachel go.

We'll talk about it.

It wasn't supposed
to be this way.

I don't know how it all
got so screwed up!

Not too late to fix things.

Yes, it is.Commander?

Think of your daughter.

[quietly]:
Daddy?

I am.

And it's time to come clean...

Daddy!

...for what I've done.

[crying]

Daddy!

Daddy...?

I killed my wife.Daddy!

I'm very sorry, Rachel.

I'm so very sorry,
sweetie.

Jethro?

I thought you'd gone
for the night.

Something's not sitting
right with me, Duck.

That makes two of us.

Young Rachel Barnes'
medical records.

Several broken bones, multiple
lacerations, two concussions.

This child was the
victim of severe abuse.

It's more than disturbing.

What is it?

Dates in this hospital report.

They're all from
when the commander

was deployed overseas.

So, our killer
wasn't our abuser.

It's another mystery
for you to solve.

Sociopaths like George Burton,

they will go to any extreme

to get what they want.Indeed.

They're impulsive, have no
regard for the consequences

of their actions,

not to mention a
total lack of remorse

that makes them very
skillful at deception.

Yeah, but Valerie knew that,

and she did not
go to the police.

She was protecting
someone closer to home.

Hmm. Her husband may be
guilty of murder, but...

Commander Barnes
doesn't exhibit

any clinical signs
of being a sociopath.

That's because he's
not our killer, Duck.

Are we gonna build
another fort?

No.

Playtime's over.

What's wrong, Agent Gibbs?

You haven't been honest with me.

What do you mean?

I went back by your house.

I did a little digging
under your fort.

I didn't have time
to bury it deeper.

I needed to get

back before Mr. Curtis
realized I snuck out.

Tell me what happened.

Don't look at me like that.

I want to help you.

I can't help you

if you don't let me.

That's exactly
what my mother said.

That she wanted to help me.

She was gonna send me
to a special hospital

in Montana for treatment.

I don't need help.

I hate that word.

And I hated her.

Yeah, but you don't hate
your dad, though, do you?

No.

Daddy didn't see what she did.

Things were always better
when he was around.

That's why you'd
injure yourself?

So he'd come back?

Sometimes it worked.

But he'd never stay
as long as I wanted.

Unless your mom was gone.

Then he couldn't leave you.

It's her own fault.

All she ever did was
make me feel broken.

Getting rid of her
was the best solution.

Daddy didn't understand, either,
when I told him what I did.

He'll come around eventually.

I'm his sweet little girl.

Can I have another juice?

Tony, where's your costume?

What are you talking about?

I told you I was going
as Bruce Wayne.

No. You're supposed
to be going

as Batman.It's the same thing.

No, not when I'm going as Robin!
It's the Dynamic Duo.

How am I supposed to be
Robin without a Batman?

Double chin up.

Nobody puts the Boy Wonder
in a corner.

Oh, this is great.
Now I'm gonna be the only one

at the party wearing spandex.

Well...

Not quite.

Whoa.

[quietly]:
Whoa.

Hey, Sandra Dee.

Where's Danny?

Jake's meeting us
at the party.

You guys ready to go?

Actually I have all this stuff

that I still have
to do, but, um...

uh, I'll see you there.

Okay. See you later.

Who knew?

[both laugh]

Hmm.

Very interesting.

♪

[bell dings,
elevator doors open]

[bell dings,
elevator doors close]

KEATES:
Hey, James Bond.

[laughs]

You all right?

Uh...

I'm Bruce Wayne actually.

Oh.

What? Rough day?

Rough year.

Exhausting.

Long story.

Well... I got time.

Why don't you just act like

we're back walking our
old beat again, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Where I ramble on
about nonsense

and you listen patiently?

How else do you think I got to
be such a good interrogator?

I'm kind of curious.
You've been in D.C.

for five years and you never
bothered to call me?

What's up with that?

Hmm?

Tony, I didn't know
where you went.

One day, we were patrolling

River Drive, and the next...

you were just gone.

You just up and left.

Not a phone call.

Not a single word.

Yeah.

Forgot that part.

Well, it wasn't you.

I know.

You needed to find
your own way.

I never faulted
you for that.

But I deserve better.

You are absolutely right.

And I am very sorry.

It's in the past.

I'm glad you found what
you were looking for.

Although it's not
the most soothing

shade of orange, but I
guess I get the appeal.

I know.

It's like working in a pumpkin.

But it's home.

How about you?

Did you find
what you were looking for?

I'm kind of still
a work in progress.

Aren't we all?

Well, I'll tell
you what, Keates.

You and I have
some catching up to do.

What do you say
we take a walk?

Don't you have somewhere
you need to be?

It can wait.

Think of it
as an honorary street patrol.

Except this time,
you'll do the talking

and I'll do the listening.

Well, we've never done
that one before.

You clean up nice, Spider.

Any chance we can leave
that nickname in the past?

None whatsoever.
Get over yourself.

Just like old times.

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