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- Boss. Boss.
- Hey. McGee.

- Give me a sitrep.
- I-I-I just got here.

- You don't know anything?
- No, I got the same text you did.

It sounds bad.

Come on. There.

- Hey, hey. Are you okay?
- Hey.

Uh, the vehicle was a gray Lamborghini

with black exhaust tips and a
rear carbon fiber spoiler wing.

- How's Torres?
- I canvassed the area for cameras,

but I didn't see any that had
a view of the accident.

But what about, what about Nick?

I was able to get a partial
plate, so between that

- and the vehicle type...
- Bishop!

Bishop.

What about Torres?

Um...

He shoved me out of the way.

I knew he was strong,
but not, not that strong.

And then he-he, like,

ran to the car, uh, like some
kind of freaking action hero,

like he was gonna... I
don't know, I don't know,

like, leap over it as it passed by?

And, um...

He almost made it. Um...

It's bad.

Okay. Okay.

Excuse me. I need to take his vitals.

How is he?

You family?

- Close enough.
- Well, if you're not actually

a blood relative, I'm afraid I'm
gonna have to ask you to leave.

Special Agent Gibbs.

NCIS.

Right.

I heard this was a hit-and-run.

Well, your investigation
is gonna have to wait.

As you can see,
our patient is in no condition

to answer any questions.

I don't care about the investigation.

So, family after all.

How is he?

I mean, no broken bones,
minimal abrasions.

Uh, but apparently he hit his head

and hasn't regained consciousness.

You know, the doctor really needs
to be the one to fill you in,

but we have him listed
in critical condition

with an unspecified cardiac anomaly.

You hang in there, amigo.

Hey, don't worry.

He's in good hands.

We got the best neurosurgeon
on the East Coast

being choppered in from
Baltimore as we speak.

And I hear she's a miracle worker.

- What's happening?
- Uh, I don't know. I think he's crashing.

Call a code! Call a code!

Out. Now.

Uh, stop the antibiotic,
infuse normal saline.

- I got chest.
- Keep fighting, Nick.

Where's the damn attending?!

You fight, Torres!

Doctor, patient heart rate is 72.

Torres, you fight!
You keep fighting! You hear me?

You hear me?!

Eat.

Uh... No, uh... I'm not hungry.

I didn't ask you if you were hungry.

Eat.

Hey.

Hey. He out of surgery yet?

No. Not yet.

Any word on the driver?

Well, we got a ton of witnesses, but, uh,

Bishop has more info than
all of them put together.

You know, apparently this guy
has been using that area

as his own personal drag strip
for the last week or so.

We got to find the guy
before he kills somebody.

Well, unfortunately, there's
more than 50 Lamborghinis

registered in a 100-mile radius.

- And most of them are gray,
- BISHOP: Excuse me.

believe it or not.

- Is there any more news?
- So we don't have more to go on.

- Well, somebody must know something.
- We'll let you know

as soon as we know.

Please have a seat.

Okay. Thank you.

Boss, she should go home.

Hey. I already tried.

Want to give it a shot? Go ahead.

Well, maybe we should call in Sloane?

Agent Gibbs?

Dr. Romero.

- Hi.
- Please tell us you got good news.

Actually, I do.

We tracked Agent Torres's
cardiac dysfunction

to a small puncture wound
in his cervical spine.

From what?

It appeared to be
a sliver of carbon fiber

from the vehicle that hit him.

The surgery to remove it
was actually quite minor.

So he's gonna be okay?

He's out of immediate danger,
but the prognosis

in these situations
is difficult to predict.

Give it a try.

For now, Agent Torres

is in a medically induced coma
to keep the swelling down.

All we can do at this point

is hope.

We can do better than that.

Carbon fiber.

Excuse me?

The sliver? I want it.

Hey.

So, this was inside Torres's skull, huh?

Imagine the stories it could tell.

Actually, it was in his neck.

The doctor says it splintered off the car

when Torres landed on it.

He's, um, gonna be okay, right?

Any heads at the hospital need
busting? 'Cause I know a guy.

I think Bishop's got it covered.

The entire nursing staff
has a code word they use

when they see her coming.

Forrest. As in "run".

She's really taking it hard.
I mean, we all are.

But she's, you know, maybe
taking it a little differently?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, come on.

Look, Kasie, Bishop

is like a sister to me, okay?

And Torres is like a brother.

You see where I'm going with this?

Yes. We are all going to need therapy

if those two ever hook up.
Okay, moving on.

I think the best thing to do
for the both of them

is for us to find the driver of that car.

Besides, Bishop needs the distraction.

And we'll never hear the end
of it if Torres wakes up

before that guy is behind bars.

Yeah. So talk to me.

Well, so I started with a list

of all the gray Lambos
registered in the area.

50 and some change. Unfortunately,

Bishop's partial plate only
narrowed the list down to 30.

Isn't this the part
where you say "however"?

Ooh. It feels good to be known.

However, the doc was right.

I was able to trace
the carbon fiber sliver

to a specific aftermarket spoiler.

If you cross-reference
the spoiler buyer list

with the remaining vehicles,
you get a winner.

Xavier Zolotov.

I hate him already.

Oh, you and everybody else.

Apparently, he's a spoiled brat
trust fund baby

famous for being, well,
a spoiled brat trust fund baby.

Take a look.

Ooh.

Nice gold-plated AK-47, brah.

You know, they say money
doesn't buy happiness, but...

looked pretty stoked eating
caviar on his private jet.

- Barefoot, I might add.
- You got an address?

I do, but first
you have to do me two favors.

- What?
- One,

watch your back.

Apparently, this guy travels with his own

private security force.

And number two?

Show Gibbs these photos before
he goes to arrest this tool.

Yeah. Definitely.

- What's going on?
- Back inside.

What?

Promised you'd behave yourself.
Yeah, that was before I knew

our suspect's wife kept
a baby tiger as a pet.

- Think about armed bodyguards.
- I know.

This guy's not gonna go
down without a fight.

NCIS! Open the door!

We have a warrant for the arrest...

of Xavier Zolotov.

Don't mind him, he's just hungover.

So, what did Xavier do now?

Where is he?

More to the point,
who am I writing a check to

this time?

Hey. Bishop.

What are you crying for, huh?

That's literally the worst massage

I've ever had in my life!

What has my wife done now?

More to the point...

Who am I writing a check to, huh?

Interesting man.

His social media profile
alone is enough to warrant

a diagnosis of histrionic
and narcissistic

personality disorder.

They all look that way to me.

Yeah, but he takes it
to a whole new level.

- He's wildly irresponsible.
- Yeah, I noticed.

To the point where
people around him get hurt.

You think?

Okay, he's listed
in multiple police reports.

Last year a 15-year-old girl

died after she was drugged
at a party of his.

And just last month he was accused of

shooting a bouncer on his way
out of a nightclub.

Left the guy partially paralyzed.

Somehow he always gets away with it.

Not this time.

Uh, are you sure that Bishop
should be handling

the interrogation?

I've noticed she seems a little...

Seems a little what, Jack?

Never mind.

I have a feeling that's exactly
why you picked her.

Is this your vehicle?

Look, I think you and I
got off on the wrong foot.

I was just messing around.

Were you just messing around

when you were driving 90 miles per hour

down a residential street?

That was a mistake.

One that I'm truly sorry for.

If I had known how hard it would be

to find someone in the area

that did good body work on exotic cars,

I would have been much more careful.

Oh, boy.

You trying to piss me off?

Is that how you get your kicks?

No. If I was trying to get
my kicks off with you,

I would be much more creative.

Well, you'd have to be,

after what I saw under that towel.

Are you aware that fleeing
the scene of an accident

is a crime?

I'm sorry for that, too.

You know, to be honest with you,
I was so drunk...

I don't even know what way was up.

Yeah? You want to write it down?

What is he doing?

Burying himself.

Okay, I think we're done here, yeah?

How about you go and call my lawyer

so I can get out of here, huh?

You're not going anywhere.

You just admitted to multiple felonies.

A lawyer can't help you now.

I don't need help.

What I need is a ride home.

Because I have flight,

and I need to pack for it.

A flight?

Wait, so he confessed
to being the driver?

- Yep.
- And fleeing the scene of an accident.

- Yep.
- I don't get it.

He must be covering for someone.

Kasie checked the car.
His fingerprints are

all over the steering wheel,

and his boot prints are
all over the pedals.

He was driving.

Then, how does this guy think
he's going anywhere

other than a jail cell?

Because we're letting him go.

Excuse me?

No.

Uh-oh.

Agent Bishop, stand down.

No, there's no way you made bail,

not this quickly

and not with fleeing the scene.
You're going to jail.

Agent Bishop, I said stand down.

If you don't listen to your boss,

I'm going to file assault charges.

And it will be you who goes to jail.

Director, what is going on?

The Russians are claiming immunity.

That guy ain't no diplomat.

I didn't say diplomatic immunity.

It's something called sovereign immunity.

That's for royal families.

Yeah, well, apparently Xavier has

some old-school royal blood in him.

Russia doesn't even have
a monarchy anymore. That's bull.

I couldn't agree more, Agent Bishop,

but apparently the family has
some friends in high places.

State Department doesn't want
to contest the immunity claim.

God forbid we upset the Russians.

So that's it, he just walks?

Flies, actually.

I'm told he's gonna be leaving
the country tomorrow.

- Leon...
- No, Torres is lying in a hospital bed

and may never get out.

I'm very aware of
Agent Torres's condition.

Okay, what if that was your kid
lying in the ICU, Director?

Give us a minute.

You need to get control of your agent.

I think you need to answer her question.

I don't appreciate the insinuation

that I don't look out for my people.

That what you're doing here?

So what if Agent Torres isn't my kid?

Hell, he's not yours either.

These are the only kids I have left!

Come on, Leon.

Have you read Interpol's
report on that guy?

Of course I did.

Agent Torres is hardly his first victim.

He's left broken bodies
or worse on five continents.

And Torres won't be his
last. I'm surprised.

Not like you to roll over.

Who said I rolled over?

You and Bishop just wouldn't
give me a chance

to get a word in edgewise.

Gibbs, I told my superiors
that they don't get to decide

who NCIS investigates.

The director of NCIS does,
and last I checked, that's me.

So if they don't like my choices,

- they can ask me to resign.
- And?

They asked me to resign. Here.

I was halfway through a rather spirited

letter of resignation
when I realized something.

What?

I have friends in high places, too.

I just need you to buy me some time.

I cannot believe that Vance was
ordered to let this guy walk.

And for the Russians?

Yeah, well, State wants
the story to go away

as quietly as possible.

I have a feeling
we're gonna make some noise.

- Not us. Vance.
- Is he gonna push back?

He'd better do it quickly.

Xavier leaves the country tomorrow.

Yeah, once he's out of our jurisdiction,

we've lost him for good.

That's why we need to keep him here.

Buy Vance some time.

Okay, well, how are we supposed
to keep Xavier here

when we aren't even allowed
to detain him?

Find a way to trick him
into staying here on his own.

Huh.

All right, well, what do you get the guy

that's got everything?

Maybe we get the Kardashians
to invite him over for dinner.

Who?

Look, let's dig deeper into
Xavier's Instagram feed.

There's got to be something there.

Yeah, go. Do it.

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Uh-huh. When?

Oh, wow. It's been staring
at us right in the face.

How bad?

Right.

All right. Thank you.

Is it Nick?

Uh, yeah.

Doctor said Torres
is going back into surgery.

Bishop, go.

Go, he should have someone with him.

Yeah, we can handle things here.

Besides, uh, I think

I may have a lead to go on, so...

You think he's gonna be all right?

Yeah, he's a fighter.

So is Bishop.

Yeah.

The lead... what do we got?

Well, nothing on Xavier,

but I think this is exactly
what we're looking for.

NCIS.

Seriously?

Don't you people have, like, day jobs?

Really? It's 11:00 a.m., you're
carrying a yoga mat and a latte.

NCIS! Open up!

Step aside. We've got a warrant.

Sovereign immunity.

Got a license for that?

Virginia, don't need, but you knew that.

Who is it?

Ah, hello again, Agent Puckerface.

Let them in.
They look so sad in the hall.

Sorry, Xavitchka isn't here.

Remember, fold the sleeves first.

He wanted to catch one
last game before we left.

- You're not going anywhere.
- Oh?

I think we are. Your government
has been very accommodating.

Yeah, to Xavier, sure.

Yeah, he's more than free to go.

Sovereign immunity and all.

Unfortunately,
that does not apply to you.

You're not going anywhere.

No, you don't need
a license for a handgun

in the state of Virginia.

But you do need one for a tiger.

Hands behind your back.

Okay. Ball in, boys.

That's a charge, bud.

He didn't call it, bud.

Yeah, I'm sure your, uh,

two very large, very armed
friends over here

had nothing to do with that.

Okay.

So, you guys here for a reason?

Or, uh, did you come here
to play referee? Hmm?

We're here to tell you

your flight home has been delayed.

- We're flying private.
- Then you're flying alone.

We just arrested your wife.

What for?

Possession of an exotic animal.

Violation of the Endangered Species Act.

Not to mention
a few animal cruelty statutes.

- You have got to be kidding me.
- No.

No. She's looking at seven years.

And since she's an obvious flight risk,

you can all but guarantee
the judge is gonna

deny her bail.

That is a real problem...

...for her.

Okay, is that all you guys need?

Because I'm going to try
to squeeze in another game.

- And then I'm going to do the clubbing.
- Xavier!

And then I'm going to tell
my pilots to fire up the PJ.

Okay.

Ball in.

Buds.

Oh, let's go!

Come on!

How is he?

Your friend has fluid on his lungs.

And as a result, his breathing
is severely strained.

But you can fix it?

We can drain the fluid, yes.

But if this happens again,

we're gonna have a problem.

Oh, what kind of problem?

Let's...

only cross that bridge
if we have to, Agent Bishop.

That didn't sound so good.

Please tell me Xavier cried

when you told him you arrested his wife.

Actually, not even close.

The guy almost seemed happy about it.

- He's still leaving?
- Yeah.

- Do you think he's bluffing?
- No.

Neither does Gibbs.

I mean, we've been racking our brains,

but we're pretty much
out of options at this point.

I hate to say it, but...

I think this guy's gonna get away.

All right, I'm gonna call
Gibbs, update him on our boy.

Yeah, you do that.

You going back to the office?

Nope.

Well, where are you going?

I'm going to find Xavier.

Bishop, we've already been through this.

We can't arrest him.

I don't plan on arresting him.

Well, then what's the plan?

I'm gonna kill him.

Hey, you can't be serious.

Oh, yeah, why's that?

Because assassinating the bad guy

is sort of a no-no.

So is letting him walk away

and live his life happily ever after.

Bishop, you were in a car accident, okay?

You're not thinking straight.

Now, listen, I want to get this guy

- as much as you do.
- Then move.

But I don't want
to spend the next 40 years

of my life in Leavenworth.

Why are you assuming I would get caught?

Why are we even having this conversation?

Look... I just can't let Xavier
leave this country, Tim.

I just can't.

I understand that. We will find a way

to keep him here. Vance just needs...

No, we are all out of options.

You just said it yourself
two minutes ago.

That was before you flipped out and said
you were gonna kill a guy.

Could you say it a little louder?

You think Torres would be happy
with you doing this?

I don't think Torres gets a vote.

Well, what about when he wakes up?

You mean if he wakes up?

Okay, Xavier's jet isn't scheduled

to leave until tomorrow.

Now, that gives us some time
to figure out how to stall him

before you commit premeditated murder.

Now, Ellie, you need a break.

Go home. I will call Sloane,
and we'll get started on Xavier.

I-I'm not going home.

- Bishop!
- I... am going to the office.

Okay? If there's something
we haven't thought of,

I will find it there.

Need a ride?

No, I can manage.

Just... need you to stay here

until Torres gets out of surgery.

Call me the second he does, okay?

Okay.

Oh!

Not bad.

Thanks.

Helps to clear my mind.

Kind of like my version
of building a boat,

but not in a basement.

I heard you got something on Xavier.

What's the word on Torres?

Surgery went well.

Doctors say he's stable, still not awake.

And Bishop?

What about her?

Well, McGee called me last night.

He didn't go into detail,

but something she said had him rattled.

He called you?

Uh, yeah.

He was concerned about
his friend's mental well-being,

so he called a psychologist...
is that a problem?

No.

He didn't tell me anything

I hadn't already suspected.

- Mm-hmm.
- Listen, traumatic events

can often trigger

periods of mental instability.

It sounds like Bishop is
suffering from some form

of PTSD, and from
the little McGee told me,

it sounds like she's having trouble

regulating her emotional responses.

Yeah, well, she'll pull out of it.

She always does.

I don't think so.

I think it's different this time.

Maybe you should consider
taking her off duty for a while.

Well, maybe, Jack, you should
let me handle my own team.

You know what?

Bishop is spiraling.

And you're not far behind.

Me?!

Yeah, you.

Sure, you've had your share of tragedy,

and it's given you
some really thick skin.

But what always gets you through the day

is that someone always pays.

But now the bad guy's gonna get away.

And that must be unbearable for you...

You got something on Xavier or not?

Really?

Yes.

I have had the displeasure of digging

through all of his social media accounts.

This guy is your typical chauvinistic

- jackass.
- Tell me something I don't know.

Okay.

I'll tell you how you can stop
him from leaving the country.

How about that?

A man like that has an excessive need

for admiration and praise, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- So, he requires a partner who will

constantly feed his narcissistic ego

and sexual appetite.

And since his wife is clearly not

doing any of that, I would bet...

Oh, he's got a girlfriend.

Reel her in, you get your man.

That's really good.

Thank you.

Pleasure.

Come on, Bishop, pick up.

Hey, this is Ellie. Leave a message.

Where's Bishop?

Well, I was hoping she was with you.

Call her.

I did... I, uh, I only got voice mail.

There a problem?

Yeah.

When Bishop left the hospital

last night, she said she was
coming back to the office.

Well, her name is not on the night logs

downstairs.

Well, where is she now?

Boss, that's what I'm saying.

Look, we all want to get this guy...

Bishop more than any of us.

So, why isn't she here,
helping us find him?

I'm here now.

Where were you?

I was at the gym, Dad.

Last night.

I worked from home.

What'd I miss?

Xavier has a girlfriend.

- Of course he does.
- The kind that

Sloane said he would not leave behind.

Oh.

We have a name?

- Not yet.
- Well, we need

to run facial recognition on his
social media accounts.

I bet you she's there.

McGee can handle it.

With me.

Is there a problem?

You tell me.

You're worrying people.

- McGee?
- And Sloane.

- What did he tell her?
- What'd you tell him?

I thought so.

I didn't answer your question.

Sure, you did.

Did you do it?

Take him out?

Really?

McGee thought I was being serious?

- Were you?
- I...

I was venting, Gibbs.

- Mm-hmm.
- You really think that I would...?

Stop.

I can't let you do

something stupid, Bishop.

And since when have you
become the arbiter

on doing something stupid?

Seriously?

A-After all the bad guys

you've handled off the books...

you're gonna protect Xavier Zolotov?

- I'm not protecting him.
- Then what are you doing?

- Protecting you.
- From what?

Getting caught?

This is the kind of thing

you never recover from.

You manage.

Do I look happy to you, Bishop?

You do the kind of things I've done,

you get the kind of things I've got.

Bourbon and a boat in the basement.

You don't want to become me.

Too late.

Yeah. Gibbs.

All right, Kasie, time to fire up

that facial recognition software.

What's up?

Well, we think that
Xavier's mystery girlfriend

is one of the girls
on his social media site.

That's amazing.

Well, not really.

I mean, we've got hundreds of photos

of women here, and we need to put

names to the faces.

Oh, that's great news.

What are you talking about?

The clock's ticking. We got to do this.

I could kiss you right now.

Ciao.

That was Gibbs.

Torres is awake.

That's great!

He's on his way there right now.

Oh, he wants to know
if you found the mystery

girlfriend yet? Clock's ticking, McGee.

Yeah, I've heard. Look, we need to run

facial recognition

on all of these photos.

Wow, that's a lot of photos.

That's gonna take a lot of time.

Well, it's the only lead
we have on the girlfriend.

Or is it?

Hey, you like it when
I do the cryptic thing?

Okay, so, as it turns out, this morning

I went back to the scene of the crime,

hoping to find a little...
forensical inspiration.

Instead, I found Brandon Baldwin.

- Who's Brandon Baldwin?
- Brandon Baldwin

was riding a Ducati in a polo and khakis.

You know, I said to myself,
only a commuter

rides a Ducati in a polo and khakis.

He also drives past the spot
where Torres was hit

every single day.

Did he see anything?

Not the actual accident itself,

but he did recall Xavier's car,

like, blowing past him.

And was more than happy to share
his helmet-cam footage with me.

Hence, the e-mail I just received.

Nice.

Okay, this is where

the cryptic thing starts
to get a little annoying.

- Oh, yeah, no. I-I'm-I'm getting there.
- Thanks.

Ooh!

There's Xavier.

Okay, first a little "backy-uppy",

then a little "freezy-wheezy".

His wife's not blonde.

That's got to be the girlfriend,

Then a little "framey-forwardy".

Yeah, I think that's more than
enough for facial recognition.

Don't bother.

The rental agreement
lists her as Colleen Kennedy.

Overdue on her rent and now
looking at up to five years

for leaving the scene of an accident.

Now, if Sloane's right,
there is no way Xavier

is gonna get on that plane
with her locked up.

You okay?

I was, until about the sixth
time you asked me that.

Hey. Are we ready?

I thought you were at the hospital.

Thought you could use the backup.

Okay... I didn't even need
McGee. What is she gonna do?

Beat me with her yoga mat?

- How's Torres?
- Hungry.

That's a good sign, right?

- Is he talking?
- Too much.

Keeps asking if you're okay.

Are you okay?

Well, that's an impressive lack of shame.

Yeah. She and Xavier
are the perfect match.

Spread out. Watch your back.

Kitchen's clear.

Bedroom's clear!

Bathroom, not clear!

Got a body here.

It's not her.

I have to get him back

to autopsy for a full analysis,
but I'd say

that the cause of death

is rather obvious. I'm gonna say

it was the single bullet that
went straight through his head.

While he was in a bathtub.

I mean, someone couldn't
wait to kill this guy.

I'm sure that's a pretty long list.

Bishop.

I know you won't be shedding
any tears over him.

Time of death, Palmer.

Stand by while Mr. Liver
Probe does his thing.

Come on, you really think
that I would...?

Bishop, I'd rather not.

- You'd rather not what?
- I would rather not

have this discussion.

Because whatever you're about to say,

you're gonna say it
regardless of what happened.

Got a time of death.

Bathwater made it difficult

to be precise,
but it's sometime in the last

five hours.

You know, there are no gunpowder
burns on the back of his head.

And that shot is dead center.

The killer must have had
some weapons experience.

Just a guess.

Jimmy, any idea who that killer might be?

- OKAY.
- Yeah, Jimmy. Any idea?

Well, there's no casings around,

which means either it was a revolver

or the killer policed his brass.

I mean, they even took
the bullet home with them. I...

Whoever did this

is gonna be incredibly hard to find.

E... Except...

Hold on.

Something here.

That is a hair.

That is long and that is blonde.

And not Xavier's.

Might be the killer's.

Well, I know who my number one
suspect would be.

Her.

The body was in her bathtub, after all.

And Kasie said it is her hair,

but it doesn't prove anything.

I mean, my hair is everywhere
in my apartment.

We need a motive.

Unfortunately, the only one
to have one right now is you.

Gibbs.

I know you didn't do it.

How do you know that?

Okay.

Did you?

In my head, a hundred times.

I planned it down to the last detail.

The only problem was,
besides getting caught,

like you said,
I am the only one with motive.

Actually, not really.

We did some digging into
Colleen's background.

Turns out, a few years
ago, her parents died.

Left her and her baby sister
a boatload of cash.

Except her sister never got it.

She OD'd on heroin
before they had a chance

to settle the estate.

Sounds like Colleen had the
worst luck in the world, right?

Wrong.

Local law enforcement
suspected foul play.

They think that Colleen killed
her sister so she wouldn't

have to share the inheritance.

NCIS Great Lakes sent an agent
undercover to make a case.

Torres.

He didn't think
it was an overdose either.

The report says
Colleen injected her sister

with dirty heroin while she was sleeping.

Except Great Lakes couldn't prove it,

and the case ended there.

Except it didn't end, did it?

Nope. I just got off
the phone with the JAG lawyer

who's handling the prosecution.

New evidence has come to light,
and they're reopening the case.

And guess who their
star witness is gonna be.

Our accident wasn't an accident.

It was a hit.

Now, Colleen was trying to stop
Torres from testifying.

Hey! He's still a target.

NCIS. Don't move.

That's not very creative.

You kill all your victims
with bad heroin?

I... Wait, I Th-thought you said

that she had, uh, shot her
new boyfriend in the head.

Hey, Colleen. It's been a while, girl.

This is a setup.
You guys are setting me up.

You're literally holding
the murder weapon in your hand.

You were the worst boyfriend
I've ever had.

No, I was not.

See you in court, Collie.

You are also the worst
pretend sleeper I've ever seen.

Bishop, please.

You know, I'm so badass,

I can catch bad guys from a hospital bed.

Okay, Mr. Badass.

How about jumping
out of the way of the car

the next time it comes at you?

Like I did.

Don't even.

'Cause you know I risked my life
to save yours.

I know.

Colleen must have gotten wind

that her case was heating up again.

Yeah, but she knew it was dead
in the water without Torres.

So she talked her boyfriend into
mowing him down with his car.

Young love.

- Kind of sweet.
- But she must have

gotten nervous when she found out Xavier

got caught and decided to take him out.

Maybe not so sweet.

Yeah, she denies killing Xavier,

still claims that she was set up,

but we've got her red-handed
on the attempt with Torres.

So I think she's going away
for a long time.

Hmm. Works for me.

- All right. Have a good one.
- Uh, excuse me, Director.

- Yeah.
- I just...

I, um...

About what I said before,

I just wanted to...

I know.

Okay.

Hey, boss, is it true you ordered Torres

to sleep on your couch when
he gets out of the hospital?

He has to stay someplace.

Uh, yeah, but hasn't he been
through enough already?

Yeah, I mean, he just got out of a coma.

Now he's got to eat from your fireplace?

Well, he...

He likes my fireplace.

Okay.

What?

You know, Colleen was really adamant

about not killing Xavier.

I heard. And, uh,

the evidence we have against her
is all circumstantial.

All of it.

What's your point?

Where'd you go when
you left the hospital?

It wasn't me, McGee.

Bishop, I know it wasn't you.

Look, I just, I, um...

I have this feeling. I can't
quite put my finger on it.

Look, if you didn't kill Xavier,

Colleen says she didn't
kill him, who did?