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- Merry Christmas to you, sir.
- Thanks.

God bless.

Hey!

Help!

Gotcha! Wait.

Stop!

- We've got a runner.
- Copy that. On foot?

Yeah.
Stand by. Sending backup.

Yeah. 10-4.

I'm sorry he got away,
but I've alerted LAPD.

Thanks.
You her husband?

Boyfriend.

Who is apparently getting
one less gift this year.

Hey, you want me
to call an ambulance?

There's a hospital
on our way home.

I'll take her
there now.

Thank you for
all your help.

Make a sound
and you're dead.

♪ NCIS: LA 8x11 ♪
Tidings We Bring
Original Air Date on December 18, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

On your mark...

get set... go.

Damn it.

Yeah.
You barely touched it.

It is still a fail.

Let's go again.

Kens, aren't you getting tired?
Maybe,

you know, you should take
a rest and give yourself

a few moments to recover.

No. I want to do this before
the other guys get here.

I don't want them seeing this.
Go.

All right.

You ready?
Yep.

On your mark... Get set... Go!

You want to kick this one, too?

There you go.

Feel better?

A little bit.

Not really.

Well, if it's any
consolation, you know,

Eric failed this test,
like, six times.

Six times? Nope.

Not a consolation at all.

Really? Six times?

Although I may
have gotten

in his head a little
bit beforehand

just to freak him out.

That is not very nice,
Ms. Jones.

I know, but it's
also kind of fun.

Oh...

I almost forgot.

So, I didn't know when
I was gonna see you again.

Merry Christmas.

For me?
Yeah.

Ooh.

St. Joan of Arc.

Ah.

She was the only
female soldier

in my brother's set, and he
never wanted to play with her,

so I did.

She never gave up,
never surrendered.

She was a young
girl who became

a great military leader,

all because
she believed.

Well, thank you.

I mean, are you sure you want me
to have this?

It seems pretty special to you.

Yeah. I mean, she
was my first hero,

but I have other sources
of inspiration these days.

Mm.
Like Hetty...

and you.

I don't know about that one.

You do know she burned
at the stake, right?

Nobody's perfect.

Okay.

Thank you.

I'll take care of her.
Mm.

Hmm. Galapagos holiday blend?

Combination of oolong
and peppermint?

Oh, very close... spearmint.

Hmm. I get my spears and
my peppers confused.

Something tells me
this isn't about tea.

By my count, we have 30 days
to find the mole.

Oh.

Well, actually, I'm the only one
on the clock.

We're all in this together.

You're familiar
with Don Giovanni?

World's greatest lover?

Pretty sure he's not the mole.

The opera, Mr. Callen.

Mozart wrote the overture

the night before the premiere.

Okay.

Well, something tells me
this isn't about the opera.

Well, it's just to say
that sometimes we make

the most out of our time

when we have the least to spare.

Can smell
the trademark on that one.

Speaking of, is that
a peppermint I detect?

Mr. Deeks, good morning.

Ms. Kolcheck.
Anna,

what are you
doing here?

I saw her outside
window shopping,

said she could
come in.

But if she breaks it,

she buys it.

I'm going stir crazy at home,

so, um, I thought I'd come by
and give you all this.

Ooh, that is...
very pink.

Selyodka pod Shuboy.

Herring under a fur coat.

Yep.
And I made it myself.

Ooh, she cooks, too.

Take nothing on its looks.

Take everything
on evidence.

Why is he talking like that?

It's from
Great Expectations.

He's rehearsing
for the Dickens Fair.

Ah, reliving
the good old days.

Child labor, poverty,
Jack the Ripper.

Yeah, I guess
the Spanish Inquisition Fair

was all sold out?

Um, we could use
an extra hand.

That is, if you don't have
any other fish to fur.

Please.

Thought you'd never ask.

Lieutenant Commander
Jennifer Morgan,

reported missing
this morning

when she failed to show up
to her assignment.

She is a Navy Cryptologic
Warfare Officer

working a joint task force
with the NSA

from a temporary
cyber location downtown.

Don't cryptologists
look for Bigfoot?

Wait a minute.

Are we building
Sasquatch super soldiers?

CWOs identify cyber threats
across global networks.

So I'm gonna take that as a no.

Correct. Jennifer's also
the lead developer

of a cloud-based
threat detection

and analysis
software prototype.

If the wrong people get
ahold of that prototype,

opens up our own intelligence
to foreign attack.

And help enemies
evade detection.

Where was she last seen?

She used her credit card
two days ago

at a store in Venice,

and her car was still in
a parking lot this morning.

Okay, well, Deeks,
you're with me.

We go to Jennifer's house.
G, you and Anna take Venice.

Yeah, I'm not going to Venice,
you know, with all the tourists.

I'll take the house with,
uh... I'll take Deeks.

Okay, here's the deal,
I-I'll go to the store,

'cause I-I love Venice,
you know what I mean?

Those are my people.
And also,

Anna's basically like
a Russian tourist.

Fine, fine.

I'll take the store.
Deeks, you're with me.

You know what?
It's not a big deal.

I'll take the store in Venice,
I'll take Deeks, okay?

What is happening?

Okay, Sam and I will
take the store.

Is that fine?

Okay.

Okay.
Okay.

All right.

Have you been helped?

Uh, not yet I haven't.
I'm--

Let me guess.
Terrified of patterns.

Well, let's just say
I prefer simple and refined.

And let's just say I'm bored
and wanting to put you in plaid.

Here, try this one.

It's all the rage
right now.

It breathes, it pops,
it even...

Looks like Frosty
had a run-in

with a snow blower.

Okay, I can't help someone

who doesn't want to be helped.

Yeah, but maybe you can
make an exception, hmm?

You worked here Saturday?
Yes.

This woman, she was in here
around 5:00 p.m.?

Yeah, three rompers,

two bandos, and
a high-waisted jegging.

Is that who she was with?

That's what she bought.

And a pair of men's socks.
Said they were a gift.

She was open to suggestions.

Was she alone?

Yes.

Did she seem nervous,
on edge at all?

No, she seemed happy to me.

I mean, I kind of have
that effect on people.

I can tell.

Thank you for your help.

Hey, where do you stand
on dad hats?

Wouldn't fit.

- All right, thank you.
- Thank you.

Merry Christmas.

Thank you.

Everything okay?

Yeah. No.

I'm in an auction
for tickets to Hamilton,

and someone outbid me.

I did not peg you
as the musical theater type.

It's, uh, for my wife,

and it's the only thing
she wants for Christmas.

It's been sold out
for months.

You could ask Santa.

I haven't been
that good.

You get anything
from the security guard?

Um, Jennifer was involved
in a grab-and-go on Saturday.

The guy knocked her over,
made off with her shopping bag.

Guard said she was
banged up pretty bad.

Her name wasn't on
any police reports.

Her boyfriend took her
to the hospital

before the LAPD arrived.

The girl in the store said
Jennifer was alone.

Could have split up
to shop for each other.

Guard's pulling up
security footage.

Maybe that'll tell us.

Guys.

Yeah?

I checked with all the hospitals
and urgent care offices

within a 30-mile radius.
And?

There is no record of Jennifer
being checked in anywhere.

Could have changed her mind.

Any luck getting an ID
on her boyfriend?

No, not yet.

And Jennifer's online presence
is practically nonexistent.

Her house, bills,
bank accounts,

they're all in her name.

Someone could have
intercepted them

on the way
to the hospital.

If that's true,
she's the one they need.

There's a good chance
her boyfriend is already dead.

Yeah, but the problem
is, once they access

Jennifer's technology,
she will be, too.

No. No, no, no.
Look at that.

The-the angles are shoddy,
the lines are drooping.

Looks fine to me.
Uh, no offense,

this is kind of
my area of expertise.

Oh, yeah?

You and Kens gonna light up
the neighborhood Griswold-style?

I wanted to, but she wasn't
really down this year.

Yeah, she's been
through a lot.

You'll always have
next year.

I was really looking forward
to decking the crap out

of those halls.
I never really got it.

I mean, all that work
for so little time.

Buddy, it's
about the tradition.

Why not just do something
different every year?

Make that your tradition.

No, not the same thing.

You know what,
when I was growing up,

no matter how crazy things got
around the house,

my mom made sure
that the holidays

were the one constant thing
in our life.

I can see it now,
Little Deeks out

on the farm
with a hot chocolate,

looking
for the perfect tree.

Yeah, kind of, except for the
farm was the back of an am/pm,

and instead of hot chocolate,
my mom was cranking menthols.

Right out
of a Norman Rockwell painting.

Hey, door's open.

NCIS!

Clear.

I'm guessing
this is her boyfriend.

I'll send it to Eric,

see if he can find out
who he is.

Yep. Cold.

This happened today.

Jennifer disappeared
two days ago.

Which means they've already
had their best chance

at accessing
her technology.

So why still ransack
the house?

Dearest Mother.

Stop.

Winter has come.

Stop.

I fear little Billy
has fallen ill...

Stop.

What are you doing?

Hmm? Oh. I'm just, uh,

throwing out a few options
for Ye Olde Telegraph Stand.

It's our first stop at the fair.

Hmm, about that.

I have good news
and I have bad news.

Uh, uh, uh, good news first.

Uh, uh, bad news first.

Uh, do you have any moderate
news you can start with?

Okay. Um...

I got into the Women in
Technology mentorship program.

Nell, that's great!

We can celebrate
over figgy pudding.

That's actually my bad news.

See, the first meeting
is the same weekend

as the Dickens Fair.

Criminy.

I don't have to go.

What? No. Nell, you have to.
This is a big deal.

I know. But...

figgy pudding and...

I'll be fine alone.

Hey, Dickens was a huge champion
of orphans.

Okay.

Oh. Hey.

Facial rec ID'd the guy
in the photo with Jennifer.

His name is Gregory Jenkins.

He's a journalist with that
online newspaper, Glimpse L.A.

Ooh.

Looks like Jenkins' phone has
been offline for four days.

That's two days before
Jennifer disappeared.

Yeah.

Okay, I'll let Sam and Anna know
the location of his office.

Maybe someone from
his work can help.

We're here to find Nicole Ross.

Oh, yeah, over there.

Nicole Ross.

Look, if you don't want people
to know about your Vegas orgies,

don't have Vegas orgies.

Wrong agency.

We're NCIS.

Sorry about that, Captain.

Tennille.

We're here
about Gregory Jenkins.

Haven't seen him in days.

Yeah? Is it normal for you

to lose track of your employees?

I'm an editor,
not a parole officer.

We think
Jenkins may be in danger.

He'd be fired if he wasn't.

You guys have any idea
what we report on around here?

Mm-hmm. Celebrity breakups?

Puppy slideshows?

Welcome to 2016.

For every article
on government corruption,

we've got to write ten pieces
analyzing

a Kardashian's side-eye
just to stay in business.

What was Jenkins working on?

Look, lady,

I don't have to talk to you.

Protected
by the First Amendment.

- Hmm.
- Also, I've got a lot of work to do.

So do we.

Looks like Jenkins was spending

a lot of time
in Central America.

He wrote a five-part piece
on the drug trade.

Even flew from San Jose to Miami

with the head
of the Costa Rican cartel.

That one's short-listed
for a Murrow Award.

That's impressive.

Did you know, um,

90% of the cocaine in the U.S.

comes through Central America
and Mexico?

What's your point?

Well, if Jenkins helped
transport drugs

across international borders,

the FBI
will be very interested.

Yeah. They'll want
to seize your files,

your computers.

Really? That's the best you got?

I'm in a hurry.

But it'll take at least a year
before it makes it to the judge.

Don't worry. I'm sure
you can Snapchat exposés

from your phone.

That is, unless
you want to tell us

what Jenkins
was working on.

He found out some banks

are laundering money
for their clients.

White-collar stuff.

Unless it turns out to be
some pop star's doling out money

to a Taiwanese hooker,
no one's gonna care.

We care.

We need to find Jenkins.

He's not at home.

Anywhere else he could be?

I don't know.

He disappears when he writes.

Ask his girlfriend.

We would,
if she wasn't missing, too.

Hey, how goes the training?

Um...

How did you know I was here?

Oh, I have a sixth sense.

- Its name is Hetty.
- Mm.

Ah, should've known.

Uh, well, I'm glad
she told me because

I have something for you.

A scarf?

Mm, not just any scarf.

This one is embedded with Kevlar
filaments around the edges

so you can use it as
a garrote if necessary.

Oh, my gosh, that is awesome.
Mm-hmm.

Thank you, how thoughtful.
Yeah.

Never pegged you
for a sewer, though.

Oh, I'm not.
Uh, Hetty helped me.

Mm.

It was like 75% me,

25% percent her.

Hmm, not bad.

Okay, m-maybe it was more
like fifty-fifty.

Fine, the Kevlar was her idea.

I wanted to go bigger.

You know, bolder,
like nail file,

corkscrew, toothpick,
tweezer, just full-on

Swiss Army scarf.

But then she was all like,
“Mr. Beale,

I think we should scale it back
a little bit.”

And then I was like, “But a
corkscrew, it's so...”

Eric.

This is awesome.

Thank you.

Well, Merry Christmas, Kensi.

It's really great
to have you back again.

Merry Christmas.

Oh.
Ah, I got to get back to Ops.

But, um... can I walk you out?

- Yes, you can.
- Okay.

No, I got it.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

It's great.

I'm saying start small.

Hetty-steps, you know,
just get a tiny tree.

Why don't you just burn my house
down and save me the hassle?

Nell, can you please tell Callen

to let joy into his life?

Actually, Christmas trees start
over 200 house fires every year.

Mm-hmm.
Who hurt you?

So, after sorting through
the surveillance footage,

we found this

from a store across the street.

That's not Gregory Jenkins.

Nope.

Name is Javier Nuñez.

And he's a
Panamanian national.

Her works for
a defense contracting firm

headquartered in Panama City.

Sounds like the type of
firm that may be in the market

for threat detection software.

How long's he been
in Los Angeles?

Four days.

Same amount of time Jenkins
has been off the grid.

And Jenkins' editor
said he was traveling

through Central America
embedded with drug cartels.

Guys, Jenkins' cell phone's
back online.

Okay, Where is he?

Uh, he just got on
a bus in Mar Vista.

Express line to Studio City,
and...

he's alone.

He's not with Jennifer.
He didn't report her missing.

It could mean
he's working with Nuñez.

Well, if he is,

he may be our last chance
of finding Jennifer alive.

Okay, the bus
is ten minutes out.

Callen and Deeks are still
waiting at the bus stop.

And I just tracked
a FlatXChange account

in Jenkins' name to
a rental loft in Mar Vista.

Sam and Anna are on their way.

Mm-hmm.

Is there...

is there something else, or...

Joan of Arc?

I just saw Kensi.

I didn't know
St. Joan was your hero.

Well, I guess we never
had the hero talk.

So, who's yours?

Uh, Neil deGrasse Tyson.

Uh, Charles Babbage.

Hmm.
Sometimes Billy Joel.

Ooh, nice.

Guess there's still a lot

we don't know about each other.

Okay, Eric,

what's going on here?

I didn't even know
you were applying

to the mentorship program.

That's because
I didn't tell anyone.

Eric, people who are
married for 50 years

are still learning
new things about each other.

I think we're gonna be okay,

my little sugar plum.

Jenkins' bus

just got off the freeway,
it should be here any minute.

You know, I think you
might be on to something there.

About Jenkins?

No, not Jenkins,
about Kensi and me.

About, you know,
that maybe our thing,

maybe our tradition
should be we do new things.

Well, you don't have kids.

No responsibilities.

No reason not to go
to Fiji in December.

Oh, the waves are firing
this time of year.

It's also, uh, summertime
in Argentina right now.

Oh, my God,
Kensi doing the salsa?

Do you see that?
What?

I just saved Christmas.

I did.
Fair enough, Rick Steves.

What about you?
You got nothing tying you down.

Oh, I hate airport lines.

But you have a car.

I grew up in and out
of other people's houses.

I appreciate the chance
to stay put in my own.

Yeah, but your place
doesn't have a tiki bar.

In fact, your place
doesn't even have chairs.

That is not true.

I have a dining room set.

All right, I'll be sure
to alert Architectural Digest.

Not gonna look at that?

All that is is the sound of
the bid for my Hamilton tickets

going higher and higher.

You know,
there are other shows.

Have you seen
Starlight Express?

Okay.

Anything I can do to help?

All we can do is wait.

Lucky for you,
I'm getting really good at it.

Nothing from the ATF?

They're in the middle of my
background investigation.

Let's just say they
hit a bit of a...

a speed bump.

Let me guess.

The speed bump has
a thick Russian accent

and is offended
by polyester blends.

Arkady found a way
to insult the investigator

within five minutes
of meeting him.

Gotta give it to him,
the guy's a natural.

Yeah, well, if he's trying
to fix our relationship,

he's doing a terrible job.

Have you told him that?

We're not exactly
speaking right now.

Oh?

This is my last Christmas
with my daughter at home.

Empty nest?
That will be an adjustment.

I want to make it
as special as I can.

For Michelle, but
especially for Kam.

I'm sure you're doing great.

Yeah, well, hopefully,
if I'm not, she'd tell me.

We should check out
Jenkins' loft.

We'd need a warrant.

I'm not an agent yet.
I don't need one.

You do.

I don't like my partners
wandering off alone.

Well, I'm nobody's partner
yet, either,

and I'm just going
to look around,

see if any neighbors
want to talk.

All right, hurry up.

If I sense any danger,
you're out of there.

All right, Spidey.

Easy on my door.

Gregory Jenkins?

Who are you?

How'd you...
how'd you know I was here?

NCIS.

Did you guys find Jennifer?
Can... can I talk to her?

We're gonna need you
to come with us.

No. No, I'm not
coming with you.

I have to go home
in case they call again.

Hold on a second.
In case who calls again?

I don't know.

All they said was
if I give myself up,

they'll let her go.

Look, I'm not supposed
to talk to anyone.

They will kill her
if I say anything.

This isn't about Jennifer.

They're using her
to get to him.

Yeah.

Uh-uh!

Hmm.

Don't mind my partner.
L.A.'s made him soft.

He hits
like a girl!

You give him
too much credit.

Oh, come on, Manny,
not in front of La Femme Nikita.

La Femme Nikita.

What, you speak French
now, too?

Guys, this is just
a big misunderstanding.

I'm here looking
for my friend.

Well, you're too late.

Oh, good.

Good, we're sharing
information.

You forgot
to introduce yourself.

Oh. Raul.

Oh.

Get the gun.
Get the gun.

You think you can
handle her this time?

Hmm?

My partner hits
like a girl, too.

Sit down.

Look, we did not know that
you guys were federal agents.

Calláte!

For once in your life.

You gonna make me?

You two finished?
You done?

Let's let them keep going.

It's kind of cute.

Where's Jennifer?

Hmm, silent treatment.

It's lucky for
you two we're both

really good at waiting.

Well, we're not saying anything
until you contact our consulate.

We'll get
right on that.

Shall we start with
the consul general?

Yeah.
Okay.

He's in St. Bart
for the holiday.

Yeah.

Could try your contact
in the state department.

Vermont,
through the first.

Tough time of year for asylum.

If we tell you
where she is,

we get to go home?

That's the deal.

They're bluffing.

Okay, I'll
tell you what.

What?
Don't worry about it.

We'll put you
in general population

till January, and you
can think about it.

No problem.

Hope you like dark roast.

Sadly, that coffee hasn't
seen the light of day

in five to ten years.

The voice mail that
was left on your phone

was untraceable.

We've started
to monitor it now

in case they call back.

Nuñez and his men were after

something that you have.

It's what they were looking for
at Jennifer's house.

Your editor said you were
working on a story

on white-collar crime.

What, did you follow
the wrong lead?

Two months ago,
I was contacted

by a source inside
the Panamanian government.

Said he had
some files for me.

What kind of files?

Contracts, bank records,

e-mails... you name it.

These records contain
the names of people

all around the globe
who are anonymously hiding

millions of dollars
in fake corporations

throughout Panama.

Shell corporations,
perfect for money laundering,

tax evasion, and funding
terrorist activities.

You were gonna publish the names

of the real owners
of these companies,

revealing their true identity?

You ever hear of
the Mossack Fonseca papers?

This is like that, only bigger.

The information I have
would pull back the curtain

on ever person routing
money throughout Panama

to hide their corruption.

These companies are a major
source of revenue for Panama.

If their confidentiality
is called into question,

every bank and law firm
will take a huge financial hit.

Which is why
they hired these guys to get you

before you published
your article.

That's why they're holding
Jennifer as a bargaining chip

until they do.

Excuse us.

Laurel and Hardy
aren't talking.

If they don't
get Jenkins' files

and stop him from
writing that article,

Jennifer's
as good as dead.

Millions of dollars
in dirty money

tied to some of the world's
most powerful people.

This is bigger
than we thought.

It is, Ms. Kolcheck,

but Jennifer is still
our primary concern for now.

What are you thinking, Hetty?

Flick the lights, gentlemen.

It's time to bring in
the audience.

Where's the pretty one?

Right here.

We know what you're after.

We got the files to prove it.

Hey, hey, you're not
gonna do anything

until you have the girl.

Uh, I wouldn't be
so sure about that.

Right now, the files you want

are on their way
to the FBI and the SEC.

And the Secret Service,
Postal Inspector.

Pretty much all
of the D.C. metro area.

As soon as
they get 'em,

it's open season
on everyone

listed in those documents.

A legion of suits, all hungry
to make their agency the one

to take down
your country.

I don't care who you work for.

No bank, no law firm,
no government agency

is gonna risk their
reputation any further

by helping you.

You'll be men
without a country,

lost forever
in our legal system.

That is, unless
you want to tell us

where you're holding the girl.

Then we might be able
to help you.

Show me the front door
of the consulate,

I'll tell you where the girl is.

Could you catch me up
to speed, Mr. Beale?

Nell and I had plans to go
to the Dickens Fair together,

and she canceled.

And it's fine,
I get it.

Like, she has
a really good reason,

but... I don't know,

I just feel like
we're drifting apart.

Uh, with the case, Mr. Beale.

Right, the case.

Um, I located Jenkins' source.

He was found dead
two weeks ago in Panama City.

Uh, and the files?

Well, Jenkins gave us access
to his servers,

and I just finished uploading
everything into the system.

I press one button,
and they all go wide.

Let 'em fly, Mr. Beale.

Hetty, a lot of big names
are listed in these files.

Once this goes out,

a lot of powerful people
are going down.

And they say Christmas comes

but once a year.

If they do give up
Jennifer's location,

we're not gonna have
a lot of time.

Once they step foot
in the consulate, game's over.

Yeah, but they make one phone
call, Jennifer disappears.

Along with any trace
of their involvement.

I always pictured the embassy
to be prettier.

Or more gold.

It's not the embassy, idiot.

It's not even
the consulate.

Relax. Their office is
a stone's throw away.

Eh, more like
a cannon's blow.

Look, good-byes
are always hard.

Yeah, I always find
the Band-Aid approach

to work the best.

There's just a few
words separating you

from your freedom.

So... what's it gonna be?

Eric, hang on.

I like the way you think, Jones.

That's actually not at all
what I was thinking.

Uh, hi, Eric,

did you hit your head?

Or am I actually seeing
this right now?

Stand back.

No, no, no, no!

Hey!
Hey! No!

Hey, no!

A mi me gustan bien hechos.

No, no, no, no, no!

Hey, hey, o-okay!

Okay, just-just keep
El Nerdo Loco away from us!

Okay!

Hey.
Manny, I don't want to die.

Mount Washington.
Warehouse.

On Figueroa!

Yeah, Figueroa!

Okay.

Well, nice work, Bealito.

Ah, couldn't have
done it alone.

Um, quick question, um...

what were you gonna do if they
hadn't given us the location?

Run.

Oh.

Got Nuñez and another gunman.

No sign of Jennifer.

Set.
All right, Deeks,

you and Anna go around the back,
we'll take the front.

On it. Moving.

Psst.

G!

Drop it.

Nice and easy, put it down.

No, no, no, no.

Put the wrench down.

Put it down.

Wow.

That was very, uh...

Home Alone of you.

Watched it three times
last week.

Uh-huh.

Just for the record, I had him.

Of course you did.

It's okay, it's okay.

You're safe now.

You're safe.

Jennifer.

Are you okay?
I'm fine.

Really, I'm okay.

I'm so sorry,
I wanted to save you.

I wanted to give myself up...
I know, I know.

The agents told me everything.

I'm safe now.

So what's gonna happen
to Nuñez and his men?

They're not going anywhere.

The people that hired them?

That's a bit more complicated.

We've got every
agency working on this.

It's just a matter of time

before the people
behind this go down.

Until then, you've got a
hell of a story to tell.

Almost forgot.

Yeah.

We've got an in at the LAPD.

Skateboarder didn't get far.

Merry Christmas.

Thank you.

What's this?

Oh, a gift.

Nell, you didn't have
to get me anything.

I know, but that's kind of
the thing with gifts.

So...

Sir.

Do you know what happens when
you hang two pendulum clocks

on the same wall?

They end up swinging together.

Mm-hmm.

There's gonna be things
we don't know about each other.

And that's okay.

Because, when they
put us together...

We swing together.

Mm-hmm.

Not in the creepy

“sleeping with
your neighbor's wife” way.

Like in the...

“we end up in sync” way.

I knew what you meant.
Good.

Thanks, Nell.

You're welcome, Eric.

So...

shall we get some eggnog?

I feel like I'm so bad at that.

No, you're great.

You just need a little lesson.

Not as good as you.

No, we can work on it together.

All right.
What do you think?

On the way to the party?
Yes, please.

Let's go.

Mr. Beale.

Okay, Ms. Jones.

I feel like my name
should be Eliza.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Gonna try and convince
Kens one more time?

No, no, no.

These are for you.

You shouldn't have.

Kensi and I have
a lot of years ahead of us

to figure it out, but you have a
lot of years to make up for, so

clean angles, smooth lines.

Thank you, Deeks.

Hey.

Merry Christmas, Callen.

Merry Christmas.

Uh-huh. Let me guess,

you won the auction.

No, I actually
lost by a lot.

Then why are you so happy?

I can't believe I'm saying this,

but Arkady got me two tickets

to Hamilton, the musical.

I took your advice.

I called him.

He's a pain in the ass,

but I guess
he's my pain in the ass.

Wow.

I knew Arkady had connections.

I just didn't realize
they were so theatrical.

Yeah, well, he auditioned
for Cats 20 years ago.

They've been bribing him
not to come back ever since.

All right, well,
thank you, Anna.

Cheers.

So, is this more
exciting than, uh...

sitting at home cooking?
Mm.

Experiencing the weather
in L.A. is even better

than watching it on my phone.

Do you have holiday plans?

Does a Judge Judy
marathon count?

Well, look, I'm, uh...

I'm thinking about
maybe cooking a meal next week.

If you're not busy...

Are you asking me
to Christmas dinner?

This is the first year
my father's gonna be in town,

so I figured I should
do something.

Mm.

I'll make Kholodets.

Please don't.

Not necessary.

You have not lived

until you've tried meat Jello.
Oh, boy.

Two words you don't hear
together often enough.

Hey, Kensi, welcome back.

Thank you, but I'm not
actually back.

I got bored at home,

So I decided to bake these.

Well, thanks,
Kens, welcome back.

Hey.

You gonna open 'em?

Babe.

I didn't know you were coming.

Yeah.

- Hi!
- Hi.

Yeah, it was just a spur of
the moment thing. I made...

I made cookies.
Anna baked a cake.

You guys trying to fatten us
all up or something?

I knew we were missing someone.

Yeah, it's not the same
without you around here.

Thanks.
Yeah, but don't worry,

I've been keeping
your seat warm.

Well, don't get too cozy.

I'll be back soon enough.

Don't rush it.

What?

You know, let yourself heal.
We have this covered.

- We?
- Well, I think what Anna means is...

Me and the team.
Who wants some eggnog?

I think you mean my team.

I think that eggnog
sounds fantastic

right about now.

Look, I'm sorry you're having
trouble adjusting.

Adjusting?

Well, how would you like

to have me adjust
your pretty little head?

This doesn't feel
like Christmas.

I don't think you're up for it.

Mm.

Try me.

Never surrender!

♪ Ah... ♪

Kensi.

Kensi!

Hi.

I know you didn't come all this
way just to stand there.

- No.
- Come here.

Ah.

- How are you?
- I'm great.

Good. Yeah.
How you doing?

Well, you know...
Good.

- ...moving along. Hi.
- Kens!

Welcome back.

Well, um... Look at you.

I'm not really back.

I was just going a little
crazy at the house, so, um...

I, uh, thought I'd do something
a little out of character

and baked these.

Ooh, what have we here?

Mmm. Smell delicious.

- Mmm.
- You baked them?

I did, from scratch, yeah.

Okay, well,
don't get used to it.

It's not the same helping out
without you here.

I knew we couldn't

keep you away.

Kensi!

I didn't know
that you were coming.

I would've picked you up.

Hi.

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm good.

Did I hear that you said
that you made cookies?

Yeah.

You didn't make cookies,
you bought them at the store.

I-- honestly,
I really made them.

Yeah-huh.
I made that eggnog.

Thank you.

Feels good having
everyone back together.

It feels right.
Uh-huh.

You can just say it.

Say what?

You missed me.

Have no idea what
you're talking about.

Please.

Your little plan backfired.

Come on, it's not the same out
there without me, admit it.

- You're right, you're right, you're right.
- Thank you.

There was something missing.
Thank you.

Sarcasm.

Backseat driving, needling.

The general smell of fast food.

Merry Christmas, Sam.

Merry Christmas, G.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

Merry Christmas.

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