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*N C I S*
Season 17 Episode 14

*N C I S*
Episode Title: "On Fire"

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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,
believe it or not. - Excuse me.

- 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.
- GIBBS: No.

No. She's looking
at seven years.

McGEE: 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 ifhe 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. I...
- Bishop!

...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 whether

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."

McGEE:
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.

McGEE: 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.
- BISHOP: 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 isher 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.

McGEE: 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.
- BISHOP: 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.

McGEE: 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?

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