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Special Agent Parker,
this is David Barbado, DoD.

If this MTAC upgrade doesn't
go perfectly, heads will roll.

Look, I know that, uh, rebooting

our whole, entire system here
is a big job, but

you and your tech trolls
are up to it.

Well, of all the things
I worried about going wrong,

Daryl dropping dead
was not one of them.

We're all happy to see you, Sam,
but does anybody mind

if we get back to finding
our tech troll killer?

Tommy, what a--
what are you doing?

He wanted me to plug it
into Kasie's laptop

during the upgrade.

Whatever Tommy did, it worked.

So this was never about
hacking the upgrade?

No, it was all about Edna.

Who's Edna?

♪ Nine o'clock on a Friday,
and I just got paid ♪

♪ I'm getting ready
for the party ♪

♪ I don't want to be late ♪

♪ But a girl's got to take her
time to get her makeup right. ♪

No way.

No freaking way.

Please tell me
you are not still in here.

Could you close
the door, please?

You are missing
the party of the year.

Okay, we just got, like,
50 pizzas delivered,

and we're doing Jäger shots
and keg stands.

Oh, well, gravity doesn't really
affect ethanol absorption,

so you're just wasting beer.

Which reminds me, could I borrow
a shirt? Mine is soaked.

Help yourself.

Okay, so who's the dick
who assigned you homework

over a three-day weekend?

Was it Professor Tarver?
That guy's such a tool.

No, it's actually not homework.

It's a personal project
I'm working on.

Did you know that only
a small percentage--

like, 16% of crime scenes--

actually contain enough DNA

or fingerprints
to solve a crime?

Oh, my God.

What--C-Cancel the party.
This is the end of the world.

I am serious, Jo.
What I'm working on

could maybe change that someday.
It could actually matter.

You know what else matters?
Your life.

And you are not living it.

Here we go...

I love you.

Okay? But you cannot spend
the rest of your life

with your head
down in a book forever.

It is okay to look up
every once in a while.

Come on.

Come on. Join the party.

I promise you
you're not gonna regret it.

Oh, wait, I just
remembered something.

-What?
-I hate parties.

-Oh, come on, really?
-Oh, yeah, sorry. Love you.

Look, all I'm saying
is that I was bored.

It's a compliance seminar, Nick,

-it's not Coachella.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

-You're supposed to be bored.
-Oy.

You all right, bro?

I spent an hour on the Peloton
this morning.

Stairs are not what I needed.

Yeah, I wonder why
the elevator's out?

Forget that,
why is Tommy in handcuffs?

I know you want answers,
but I don't have 'em yet.

It's a very fluid situation.

It is a mess,
is what it is.

Your office was tasked to do
a simple system upgrade.

-Which we completed, by the way.
-And now,

I'm being told a janitor
attempted to sabotage it?

Yes and no. It's complicated.

-Hey, guys.
-Agent Parker,

who was the janitor working for?

Huh? The Russians?

The DoD has long suspected

there could be a mole inside
leaking information.

For the hundredth time,
I don't know.

Maybe I should go over your head
and call your superior.

I'll do you one better.
How about I call yours?

-Does anyone understand
any of this?
-No.

Here's the autopsy--
Oh, hey.

How was the, uh, seminar?

What happened to your head?

Oh, it's just a little scrape.

I got into an axe fight
with Tommy after he killed

one of Kasie's tech trolls.

What?

One of Kasie's tech trolls
was killed? Who?

Daryl.

His neck was broken.

Sam?

Welcome back.

For the love of God,
could someone explain

what the hell happened
last night?

Someone stole Edna.

-Who's Edna?
-Edna is

the nickname of a computer
program I created.

It's a, uh, forensic tool.

Basically, it can help with
fingerprint identification.

How come we haven't heard
of this before?

Because I only just finished it.

Up until now, it's been
a pet project. Just something

I've been noodling with
since college.

And this is what Tommy stole
from your computer?

Yeah, and then wiped all the
Edna files off my hard drive.

Tommy say why he stole it?

Oh, he was just a pawn.

Someone abducted his family
and forced him into it.

He's got no idea who it was.

And how do you fit
into all this?

Oh, I don't. I'm-I'm just
here for a layover.

Would love to stay and
crime solve with y'all, but

I have personal business
in Dubai.

This is a nightmare.

Someone's dead because of
something that I created.

It wasn't your fault, Kasie.

It doesn't make any sense.
Why go through all this trouble

just to steal forensic software?

Yeah, is your program valuable?

Uh, maybe to some people.

Honestly, it's no big deal.

So, other than you,
who else knew about it?

There was a, uh,
a tech company--

a start-up, really--that was
interested in buying it,

but other than that...

Well, then I think it's time
we talk to this company.

Mr. Scofield will be
right with you.

It's an honor to meet you,
by the way.

Big fan.

Nice digs.

I thought you said that
this was a start-up.

There she is.

The woman who's gonna
change the world

of forensic science.

Such a pleasure to see you
again, Ms. Hines.

Oh, thanks. Uh, and these
are my colleagues,

Agents Parker and McGee.

Colleagues? Then you must know
how lucky you are to be working

with such a visionary genius.

Her creation, Edna, is gonna
make us all very, very rich.

Wow. Rich, huh?

Well, let's just say,
if our deal closes,

Ms. Hines will be able
to buy this building

twice over.

Okay, maybe
I undersold it a little bit.

Did I mention I'm a big fan?

Thank you, Anastasia.

Matcha latte with a splash of
oat milk, just as you like it.

Mr. Scofield, help me out here.

Why is your company

tripping over itself to buy
a fingerprint ID program?

Clearly,
Kasie's been too modest with you

about what she's built.

Yeah, just, uh,
just a little bit.

Her invention is more than just
a fingerprint program.

It's a suspect profiler.

Okay, as you know,
in most crime scenes,

if you find a print
and it's not in your system,

you're dead in the water.

But Kasie discovered that
certain fingerprint patterns

tend to, uh, show up more often

alongside specific
genetic traits,

so she, um...

Look at me, telling you
how the thing works

when the creator's sitting
right in front of me.

Apologies, Kasie.

Uh, I designed a program
that cross-references

print patterns
with DNA trait databases,

so if you feed the program
a fingerprint,

it should generate
genetic markers

-and... Mm-hmm.
-Build the suspect's profile,

tell you where to start looking.
Kasie, that's amazing.

It's a game changer.

Every law enforcement agency
on the planet will want it.

We're so excited,
we've even begun brainstorming

some alternative names,
in case Edna doesn't test well.

Let me show you.

-Oh, God.
-Kasie, why didn't you
tell us everything?

Because of all of this.
I hate all of the attention.

It's embarrassing.

Okay, uh, we're thinking, uh,
"HelixPrint."

Okay.

I love this one.

"Hinesight."

Right? It's smart because
they managed to work in

-the creator's last name.
-Yeah,

no, I can, I can see that.

Uh, who else in the company
knew about Kasie's program?

Just my assistant
and a small team of executives.

-Is there a problem?
-Well, we, uh,

we had a bit of
a security breach last night.

Um, someone stole Edna

off of my computer.

Uh, considering you guys were
the only ones who knew about it,

we're thinking
it's an inside job.

You know of anyone
who would want to

steal from you
or hurt the company?

Mueller.

He's, uh, my in-house lawyer.

He was fired two weeks ago
after a salary dispute. Um...

It was a pretty ugly break-up.

How ugly?

He had to be escorted
out of the building.

He kept yelling he'd, uh,
"Make me pay."

Elliot Mueller,

former lawyer for Alveron Tech.

We ran his financials,
and he's heavily in debt,

which gives him motivation
to steal Kasie's program.

Yeah, if it's as valuable
as Scofield says it is,

Mueller's probably be trying
to sell it to a rival company.

So, we're looking at
corporate espionage.

I'm sorry,
when you say "valuable,"

how many zeroes
are we really talking about?

Enough that Kasie would
never have to work

another day in her life.

I still can't believe
she didn't tell us.

Well, believe me,
if you saw the look on her face

in that office, you'd
understand. She was mortified.

Can't believe I bought her
dinner last week.

She should be
buying me dinner, for life.

Kasie's not gonna have
any money to spend

unless we get
her invention back,

so let's try to get
back into it, okay?

Where's Mueller now?

We checked his apartment,

but there's no sign of him.

He could've skipped town.

Yeah, BOLO's out.
We alerted the airports.

What about the guy
who was coerced

into stealing the program,
Tommy, the custodian?

We got anything
linking him to Mueller?

Uh, no. No. We did a thorough
sweep of Tommy's house.

Only thing that we found was
a fingerprint on the duct tape

that was used
to gag Tommy's wife.

Unfortunately, that print
was not in our system.

Where's Kasie's program
when you need it?

All right, keep digging,
and find that lawyer.

It was dinner and dessert.

Mm.

Guess you found my hiding spot.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was just gonna grab
a quick nap before I go.

Don't let me keep you. I just...

I came in here to think.

-You sure? Because I can go.
-No.

I'm fine. Get some rest.

-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Who you hiding from?

Ugh. Everyone.

Somehow, word about
my impending fortune

got out around the office,

and now everyone's
acting weird around me.

Even Barbara from Accounting
hit me up

for a donation
to her musical theater group.

-Her what?
-This is why I didn't want
to tell anybody

about Edna until I was ready.

-More money, more problems.
-Mm.

Except I'm not even rich yet.

I think you should be proud
of yourself, Kasie.

A company wants
to shell out big bucks

for something you created.
That's pretty cool.

Except I never did it
for the money.

I wanted to leave something
behind, a legacy, you know?

That's why I named
the program Edna.

It's a tribute to my grandma.

She was the, uh,
first woman in her town

to become a doctor,
all while raising

three kids all by herself.

Sounds like an incredible woman.

She was.

And this program was
supposed to be my legacy.

Now, it's just something
I'm embarrassed about, and, um,

Daryl lost his life over it.

Well, maybe justice for Daryl
is coming sooner than we think.

It's Torres.

He just got a lead on
the missing lawyer's location.

Canvass the whole area,
go door-to-door.

I want statements
from everybody.

All right, go.

Help you boys with something?

Yeah, NCIS.

-Are you in charge here?
-Yeah.

Detective Conklin.
What's this about?

We got a tip
on an Elliot Mueller.

Connected to a case
that we're investigating.

Yeah, is that him over there?

What's left.

Someone went to town on him
with a box cutter.

Mind if we take a look?

Actually, I do.

Mueller wasn't military,
so this isn't your case.

Plus, it wouldn't be right,
considering what we just found.

Found?

We got lucky.

The killer left behind
the murder weapon

with a print on it.

Big juicy one.

We just ran it,

and a name came up
you might be interested in.

What's up, McGee?

Kasie, I need you
to listen to me carefully here.

Elliot Mueller is dead,

and they found your fingerprint
on the murder weapon.

What?

Yeah, police want to take you in
for questioning.

No, no, no.
But-but I-I didn't do this.

I'm innocent.
I-I am being framed.

Kasie, I believe you, okay?

But somehow,
they got your fingerprint.

I don't know how, but they did.

Edna.

Whoever stole it
must have somehow gotten ahold

of my DNA and reverse engineered

the program to work backwards.

So, instead of using a print
to extract genetic markers,

they're using my genes
to create a print.

It can do that?

Apparently, now it can.

Oh, my God, McGee.

They're using
my own invention against me.

Oh, I'm gonna kill 'em, Parker.

-Kase, calm down.
-When I figure out

who did this to me,
I swear to God,

they messed with
the wrong forensic scientist.

Okay, so, I don't understand.
Someone used your program

-to recreate your fingerprint?
-No, you do understand, Jimmy,

because that's exactly
what happened.

-I want a gun.
-No.

-I want a large, sharp knife.
-No, Kase.

I don't understand. Why is
someone trying to frame Kasie?

Is this personal?
Does the killer want revenge?

Maybe they just want
to get her out of the way

because she's the only one
who knows how Edna works.

Well, they're doing
a very good job,

because the police are going
to be here any second.

What am I gonna tell them?

The truth. Someone's using
your invention against you.

They will never believe me.
Someone stole Edna, remember?

I don't even have proof
it exists.

Okay, then the only way
that we're gonna clear your name

is if we catch
the real guy who did it.

And get Edna back.

Easier said than done.

The only piece
of evidence we have

is that fingerprint
that we pulled

from Tommy the custodian's
house,

and without Kasie's program
to ID it, it's useless.

Maybe not.

Okay, well, whatever you're
thinking of doing, do it fast.

This is Knight,
upstairs in the squad room.

We got company.

This is ridiculous.

I am here
on official DoD business.

I understand,
but we are very busy...

What's going on?

Agent Parker, there you are.

I have been patiently waiting

for your report
on the botched system upgrade.

Patiently?
Uh, it's only been four hours.

And so far, I have received zip!

If I didn't know any better,
I'd say

you were deliberately
trying to ignore me.

How could we ignore you
when you won't leave us alone?

Okay, look--
just follow me. Look.

Uh, Deputy, I promise
to get you those reports,

but now is not really
the time, okay?

I don't think you or your team

is taking this breach
seriously enough.

There is the threat
of a Russian mole

-inside the DoD.
-Inside the DoD.

Yeah, like
you've been telling us.

I would like to speak
to Ms. Hines now.

The breach happened
on her watch, and frankly,

I'm beginning to question
her diligence.

No need to question.
I assure you,

Kasie is the best
we've got here.

Rock-solid.
You can count on her.

I'm looking for Kasie Hines.

She's wanted in connection
with a murder.

Murder?

Detective,
you're making a mistake.

-Kasie didn't kill anyone.
-What possible motive

-could she have to kill Mueller?
-How about he was a lawyer

on a business deal
she was involved in?

Money sounds like
a pretty good motive to me.

Or maybe she killed him
because she is a Russian spy.

Why are you still here?

Conklin, you got a flimsy motive
and you know it.

It's not gonna survive
a courtroom, I'm telling you!

-You're rushing this thing.
-Where is she?

Oh. Hey, there.

Where's Ms. Hines?

The coast is clear.

Oh, I can't
thank you enough, Sam,

for getting me out of there.

What about your flight?

Dubai can wait.

You need help,
and I'm your best option.

So, what's the plan?
Where we going?

To Upstate New York.

A small town named Clayton.

What's in Clayton?

My work notebook.

My original source code
for Edna is there.

I-I wrote it down years ago

and gave it to a friend
for safekeeping.

If I can get that notebook,

I can rebuild
my computer program.

Find a description of the killer
using his fingerprint.

Mm-hmm.

Eh, sounds like a plan.

Upstate New York it is.

In the meantime,
I will get started

on rebuilding Edna from memory.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm just, um...

man, I'm thinking about
the way the killer used Edna.

He used it in a way
I-I never intended.

Well, then, it isn't your fault.

Yeah, I know, but, um...

If anyone can recreate
fingerprints

and frame whoever they want...

...imagine the consequences.

Mm.

Well, when we get Edna back,

you'll just have to put in
better safeguards.

You'll know what to do.

All right, so call me
when you get there.

And be careful.

All right, Sam and Kasie are
headed to New York

to rebuild her program.

Well, they better
watch their backs,

'cause that Detective Conklin
ain't playing around.

He just put out a BOLO on Kasie.

We need access to
the dead lawyer's crime scene.

Find out what evidence
Conklin has.

Hmm.

When I was at the scene,
I saw a phone

laying beside the body.

Could give us something.

Yeah, but how
do we get our hands on it?

I mean, technically,
it's not our case.

I mean, we could ask Conklin.

Eh, he's not the sharing type.

We can go over his head.
Get a warrant.

That'd take too long.

What if we don't ask him?

I'm sorry, but I am
still very uncomfortable

-doing this.
-You're a hacker, Harold.

-Reformed hacker.
-This should be a cakewalk
for you.

But this is hacking into
the MPD police database.

This is highly illegal.

If I get caught,
I could go to jail.

That's why I asked you
to do it instead of McGee.

-What?
-No, he's-he's kidding, okay?

He's kidding, you will be okay.
Don't worry about it.

You'll be okay.

Okay, I'm in.

Case file
for a one "Elliot Mueller..."

Ugh, that is a lot of blood.

All right, pull up
his phone records.

Search for any mention
of the word "Edna."

All right, here we go.

Yep, looks like it came up
in a text thread

between ya boy
and an unknown contact.

Mueller sounds pretty steamed.

"Don't act like
this wasn't my plan.

"Taking Edna was my idea.

If you screw me over,
I'll kill you."

Oh, that wasn't very nice.

Mueller must have a partner.

His partner got to him first.

Uh, corporate espionage
ain't pretty.

This is interesting.

It's Mueller's GPS history.

Looks like the week
before he was murdered,

he visited the same location
in Virginia six times.

Uh, it's the headquarters
for some place called

-the Helios Strategic...
-Strategic Group.

They're a private
military contractor.

I just searched the database

for "Helios," and I got this.

It's a recent police bulletin.

"Thieves just stole a truck
full of weapons and explosives

from their headquarters."

Well, this is way past
corporate espionage.

you're sure she still has
your notebook?

There's no chance she's lost it?

Lost? No.

Burned it, maybe.

Shoot. Shoot.

Kasie.

Hi, Joanna.
It's, uh, been a while.

You look good. You-you--
uh, you haven't changed.

Yeah, well, clearly you have.

What?

Wh--no! What? No. No, no, no.

We're not...
W-We're just friends.

We're just friends.

What do you want?

Um...

I need your help.

My help?

After what you did?

You broke my heart, Kasie.

So, you two were...?

Yep.

And you broke up with...?

Yep.

This ain't gonna be easy, is it?

Nope.

Thanks for coming in,
Mr. Rasmussen.

Not sure why you're wasting
your time with me

when you could be looking
for my guns.

We're working on it.
Just trying to gather the facts.

You mentioned that

the stolen weapons were inside

one of your trucks.

Correct. My company just signed
a very lucrative deal supplying

weapons and hardware
to the U.S. Army.

All state-of-the-art stuff.

Worth tens of millions
of dollars,

which is why I need them back.

Now.

I figured a place like yours

would have
pretty tight security.

How'd they get in?

Too damn easily, that's how.

I think they had help
from the inside.

-You got a name?
-Adam Roland.

One of my security guards.

Called in sick yesterday,

not answering
his phone today.

He could've given them
access, except, uh...

-What?
-Well,

the thieves got into
other areas of my facility,

secured areas the guards
can't even get into.

Only way in?

With biometric access.

Like a fingerprint?

Correct.

Edna strikes again?

Got to be.

Who the hell's Edna?

Come on, Joanna, open up.

I really need your help.

Hurry up.
We're starting to draw heat.

Yeah--uh, yeah, I'm trying.

Come on. Jo?

You know what?
I-I just need to grab something,

and then I'll be gone
real quick, I promise.

What's the deal
between you guys, anyway?

We, like, we dated
for, like, a few years

during and after college,

and she thinks that
I'm the one who broke it off.

-Did you?
-No.

Yeah. It's complicated.

We don't have time
for complicated, Kasie.

Just say, "I'm sorry,"
let's grab the notebook and go.

Why do I have to apologize?
I didn't do anything wrong.

Come on. Come on, Jo.

-Jo.
-Excuse me.

Excuse me. Joanna.

Open up. Kasie misses you
and wants to say sorry.

-She wants to apologize.
-What the hell?

You have five minutes.

Okay, look, Jo,
we're here for a notebook.

Tan, leather,
scuffed on the edges?

Have you seen it?

Maybe.

Okay. Listen, I-I get that
things may not have ended great

between us and, uh...

-I'm sorry.
-Oh, well,

as long as you're
sincere about it.

-I'm trying, Jo.
-Yeah, try harder.

I gave up my job in Colorado,

moved across the country
to live with you,

only for you to dump me
a year later.

I gave up everything
for you, Kasie.

-I never asked you to do that.
-Yeah, well, you never

said anything,
'cause you were always working.

-That was the problem.
-You're exaggerating.

-All you ever...
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa.

Time-out. Time-out.

You both need to chill
and listen to each other.

Please, sit down.

Ladies, sit down.

Okay? Here.

We'll take turns.

With a pretzel?

It's not a pretzel,
it's a Talking Stick.

Whoever holds it
does all the talking,

and the other listens
to what she has to say.

Okay?

Here, Kasie, you go first.

What? I saw it on Oprah once.

You want the notebook or not?

I admit that...

...maybe I was guilty of
prioritizing my work over you.

I was, um, trying so hard to
make something of myself that...

...maybe I lost you
in the process.

Okay, good start.

I like what I'm hearing.

Your turn, Joanna.

I knew how much your work
meant to you.

And, uh, I admit that...

I don't know, maybe I thought
I could change you.

Which wasn't fair.

But that wasn't the only reason
you pushed me away,

-was it, Kasie?
-What do you mean?

Uh, it's not your turn yet.
Wait for your Talking Stick.

No, are you trying to say
that there was someone else?

-Because there wasn't.
-You can't do...
You can't do that.

-I want to know why
you broke up with me.
-Hey. That's against the rules.

I already told you,
I was too focused on my career.

This is going a little
off the track here...

I want to know why, every time
I tried to get close to you,

you just pushed me away.

I...

Oh, God,
I have to go to the bathroom.

It's like talking
to a brick wall.

Can we have the notebook?

Jo--

Hey. Just heard.

Is that our security guard
from Helios?

Yep. The police pulled his body

out of a storm drain
about an hour ago.

Guess Rasmussen was right.

The robbery was an inside job.

Let's just hope Kasie
can rebuild Edna

so we can
ID the killer's print.

What's wrong?

Huh? Nothing.

You are a very bad liar.

So, come on.

What's up?

Okay, I...

I don't know why she didn't
tell me about Edna.

Mm, Kasie didn't
tell anybody about Edna.

Yeah, but we're super close.
We share everything.

But you're happy for her,
though, right?

You are happy for her?

-Yes, yes, I...
-Okay.

Say we catch this killer

and we retrieve her program
and she sells it.

Then what?

She throws a kick-ass party
and we all celebrate.

Or...

she never comes back.

To NCIS?

Kasie would never do that.

I mean, she loves what she does.

She loves us.

Yeah, all true.

But selling Edna, I mean,

that's gonna come with a whole
new set of responsibilities,

maybe a new job.

What if Kasie doesn't
have time for us anymore?

It's from Torres.

"The stolen weapons truck was
found abandoned in field."

Empty, I take it?

Not exactly.

It's your lucky day,
Mr. Rasmussen.

All your weapons, untouched.

Whoever stole them
must have gotten spooked

that we were onto them,

left the guns behind
with the truck.

And this is everything
you found?

Down to the last gun.

Honestly, I thought
you'd be more pleased.

Unless, of course, uh,

you never cared about
the guns to begin with.

You said the thieves needed
your fingerprints to get in,

but to what?

Not your truck
or the main gate. We checked.

In fact, the only spot
in your facility

that requires biometric access
is your own personal vault.

They stole something else
from you, didn't they?

Something in that vault you
don't want us to know about?

It was a briefcase
containing documents.

The guns were never the target,

they just used the truck
to get away.

What kind of documents?

In two days' time,
the U.S. military

is gonna launch a covert op
in Northern Syria.

There's a Russian-backed militia
over there

that's causing trouble.

The U.S. wants to shut it down.

With the help of your weapons?

I was given a set
of classified documents

that detailed the entire op.

Timing, troop locations,
exit routes.

That is what was stolen.

If those documents get
into enemy hands, gentlemen...

Puts U.S. soldiers at risk.

And you didn't think
to tell us this?

It was classified.

And I thought
you'd find the documents--

Before anyone
at the Pentagon figured out

how badly you screwed up.

Those documents
must be recovered, Agent Parker.

And soon.

Yeah.

I understand.

Okay. That was Parker.

Things got
even more complicated.

We need that notebook now.

You're welcome to try.
She won't come out her room.

Joanna, open up. It's important.

Please leave.

Not without the notebook.

Now, look, the way I see it,
you got two choices:

either you tell us where it is,

or I tear this place down
to the studs looking for it.

What's it gonna be?

I'll save you the trouble.

-I threw it away. Yeah.
-What?

Along with Kasie's other stuff,
after she left.

-Sorry.
-Let's go, Kasie. Let's go.

We're wasting enough time
here already.

Wait.

You asked me earlier
why I always push you away,

and it was because I was afraid

that if you knew
who I really was,

you would know the truth.

That I'm not
good enough for you.

Not good enough
for anyone, really.

I'm sorry, Jo.

I never meant to hurt you.

What was that?

Cops are outside.

They found us somehow.
We got to go.

What is going on?

Kasie.

Police. Freeze.

Stop right there!

Damn it.

I didn't kill anyone,
you hear me?

I'm innocent.

Kasie, save your energy,
come sit down.

It'll be okay.

God, I really messed up, Sam.

I didn't get the notebook,

the police think
I'm the murderer and, uh,

now soldiers' lives are at risk

because of something
that I invented.

Some legacy.

Kasie, my pops was a hard man.

Made me fight for every scrap
of approval.

So, I know what it's like,

constantly trying
to prove yourself,

thinking you're not enough.

But you are, Kasie.

Hey.

You're a warm,
bright, funny person

who'd do anything
for her friends.

So, do me a favor.

Stop chasing your legacy
so hard.

Because who you are
is what you leave behind.

And that's your legacy.

Hmm?

Looks like Christmas

came early for you,
Agent Hanna.

You're free to go.

You must have some friends
in pretty high places.

What about Kasie?

She stays.

She's still under suspicion

for the murder
of Elliot Mueller.

All right, well, you might
as well lock me back up,

'cause I'm not leaving here
without her.

As you wish.

No, Sam, go.

There is no point
in both of us being stuck here,

and you're more help to the team
outside than in here with me.

You sure?

Yeah. Yeah.

Hold tight.

We'll be back for you.

Yes, sir. Understood.

Welcome back, Shawshank.

-How was prison?
-Annoying.

Kasie's still locked up.

We got to make some calls
and get her out of there.

Yeah, working on it. Right now,
we got bigger fish to fry.

I just spoke to SecDef.

I told him that
our killer is in possession

of the classified docs.

So, SecDef knows that the
Syrian op might be compromised.

-Is he gonna call it off?
-No.

What? Those docs spell out
the entire operation.

Wheels are already in motion,
soldiers are embedded

in remote areas
under radio silence.

So, we wouldn't be able
to warn them in time.

Our only shot is
to find the killer

and pray that those documents
haven't changed hands yet.

You got any ideas
on where we might find him?

No, I was hoping you would.

Other than
the military contractor,

who else knew
about the Syrian op?

Eh, it's a covert op.

Very select few at the Pentagon.

Maybe that
cyber security guy's right.

There really is a mole
inside the DoD.

Finding him's not gonna
be easy.

I just spoke with Torres.

He and Knight went over
to the DoD to see

if they have any leads.
They're in the dark

just as much as we are.

Uh, at this point,
we're gonna need a miracle.

Hold that thought.

-Joanna.
-Hey.

What are you doing here?

I heard what happened to Kasie.
I wanted to help.

Um, not sure if this will make
much a difference now, but...

You never threw it away.

Yeah, I, um, I just said that
because I was hurt.

I-I figured, Kasie was honest
with me, so it's my turn.

Here.

Please look after her, Sam.

Will do.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Is that what I think it is?

-Kasie's notebook.
-Great.

All right,
we'll be able to rebuild Edna

and ID the killer.

You're forgetting one thing.

We don't have Kasie.

No, but we do have this guy.

What do you say, McGee?

You think you can rebuild it?

Possibly.

I may need some help, though.

Help?

So, am I, like, the only other
tech guy that you know?

Oh, you should be
flattered, Harold.

Did such a good job
for us before, so...

Yeah, it's just kind of hard
to do this with him watching.

-Hello.
-Just type.

-Type.
-S-Sorry. Yep.

-How we doing?
-They're almost done.

Just a few more lines of code.

All right,
just as long as it works.

I just spoke with a buddy
from the NSA.

They picked up chatter
about some Russians in town

looking to make
a "high-value acquisition."

Well, that's got to be
the classified docs.

The mole must be planning
to make a handoff somewhere.

We better get there
before he does.

Ooh, all right, we are finished.

Uploading the print
to Kasie's laptop,

I'll throw it up
on the big screen there.

That is Kasie's magic.

We are looking for
a Caucasian male...

...Eastern European descent,

late 30s,
above-average height...

...genetic markers consistent
with something called poliosis?

Wait a minute. What is that?

It's a hair condition.

Premature grays.

My uncle has it.

So, a-are we done?

You're late.

Had to make sure
I wasn't followed.

Here's the documents
you asked for.

So, are we good?

What about that
computer program? Edna?

It could come in handy.

Actually, I was hoping
to hang onto this,

as payment for my services.

I could get a pretty good price
for it on the black market.

Or I could just give it to you.

Idiot! You were followed!

NCIS! Show me your hands!

Drop your weapons.

Don't do it. Don't do it!

Cover me!

Hands in the air!

Game over. You lose.

You sure about that?

Ugh...

Man, thank God you showed up.

I would have to agree.

And your original copy of Edna,
safe and sound.

Wow. Thank you, guys.
Thank you so much

for getting this back to me,
and, uh...

also, for getting me
out of jail.

Well, we missed you.

And Jimmy was starting to panic.

Yeah, I was about to bake you
a cake with a nail file in it.

Wait, so, Barbado was
the mole the whole time?

Yep, turns out,
the boy who cried wolf

uh, ended up being the wolf.

Yeah, he stole your invention

so he could break into Helios
and grab the classified docs.

The good news is,
the docs have been returned

and, more importantly,
our troops are safe.

-Hear, hear.
-Yeah.

And we couldn't have done it
without you, Kasie.

-And your program.
-And Sam.

Oh.

I almost forgot.

This is for you.

Wow. Oh, my gosh, guys, thank
you. You-you shouldn't have.

We didn't.

No, it's from the CEO
from that, uh, tech company.

Yeah, looks like
he's, uh, interested

in restarting negotiations,
now that you got Edna back.

Yeah. So?

What are you gonna do?

You ready to sell
and join the one percent?

-Hey, Kasie.
-Hey.

Figured I'd swing over,
say, "So long."

Aww. Headed off to Dubai?

Yeah.

I'm gonna miss you.

Me, too.

Thanks for everything, Sam.

Hmm.

-That's Edna, huh?
-Yep.

Wanted to get one last look
before I delete it for good.

What? That's your baby.

Yeah, but what happened to me
can't ever happen again.

Even with safeguards in place,
there's no guarantee

someone won't get around them.

What about your legacy?

You were right.

I need to stop chasing it
so hard.

My friends, my job here at NCIS?

That's my legacy.

For now,
that's good enough for me.

Hmm. Well...

...I'm happy to hear it.

See you around, Kasie.

And I know someone else
that'd be happy to see you.

-Joanna.
-Hi.

Uh, I heard you got out.

Just wanted to see how you were.

Uh, yeah, much better,
thanks to you.

I wouldn't be here if you hadn't
brought my notebook, so...

Uh, well, you know,
since I'm in town, I, uh...

just thought maybe
you might want to get a drink?

Catch up?

Uh...

Uh, unless you're too busy,
of course. I mean...

No. No, no, no.

I would, I-I would love to.

-Just one second.
-Yeah.