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Twelve hours ago, I was leaving to go be with Manny, and suddenly I'm hooking up

with Gibbs.

Does Gibbs know how you feel? Girl, I don't even know how I feel.

I know what I want now, Lala. I want you.

I need to know I'm not just the next one. No, you're not the next one. You're

the one.

Wait for me. With everything that's happened, I just need some time.

Then I'll wait as long as it takes.

One down.

One to go.

Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in.

Time to get to work.

You don't think.

You just go.

You get on a plane you don't want to get on.

Walk back into a place you swore you were done with.

Because somewhere along the line, you got bonded to somebody.

And that bond doesn't really give a damn what you want.

What the hell?

That's the whole job of a teammate.

Especially when everything in you is saying to turn around and run like hell

back home.

My God.

You're still stunning.

Woody?

Well, this can't be good.

Okay.

I'm 83 years old, and I'm heavily medicated.

Mostly just for fun, so let me just run this back, make sure there's nothing I'm

missing. Someone went all the way to Alaska to kill you?

Yeah. And you don't know who the bad guys are?

No.

Hey! That's a boucle couch, okay? And you brought half of Alaska back on those

paws. Show some respect.

I don't like your dog.

So you came back to the lower 48 because their next target is someone close to

you? Wait, am I in danger?

No, I think you're good.

Oh, well, that's a relief.

As far as this fingerprint goes, kudos to you for pulling it with only some

scotch tape and dirt.

It's very Michael Franks-ian of you, but it's pretty faint.

You'd have better luck with someone who has equipment built this century.

Well, they think I'm dead.

I'd like to keep it that way. Oh, so you just came to me because I'm an old

retired guy and you need this done off the books?

No, I came to you because you owe me a favor.

This can't be good

I'm capable, I'm competent, and this is not the day that it all falls apart.

I'm capable, I'm competent, this is not the... You're kind of freaking me out,

Glenn. And with Woodrow getting pinched for boozing and battering in El Mexico,

it's a bad day for you to be acting weird.

Not weird, centered.

And all thanks to my therapist and the new mantra she gave me.

I'm capable, I'm competent... Look, look, look, look, I get it.

We only got our new C a couple weeks ago, and there's already been some

doings. Doings, Mike? One of our agents got abducted, we lost classified

secrets, and now this latest embarrassment?

Oh.

I'm capable. I'm competent. There's worse things in the world than a drunken

bar brawl.

The federales had guns to Woody's head. And Gibbs is down in T.J. scooping up

our boy as we speak. Ain't no problemo.

The problemo is, Mike, in order to get Woody released, I now owe a personal

favor to a federali who goes by Nacho.

No last name.

And for Bill.

Oh.

My point is, these little backroom deals, they make us look horrible.

Other than you, me, and Gibbs, no one else should know about this. Understood?

Of course. It's in the vault.

Rough morning for Woody, huh? That's just Dominguez. She don't talk to

nobody. No te muevas, Americano.

How many federales were there? I heard 33.

You're centered, Cliff.

Woody.

I know you're not sleeping.

You were snoring when you were asleep.

Oh, just let me sulk.

I have.

It's time to talk.

Am I gonna get fired?

Yeah, I don't think so.

Wheeler seemed oddly calm. Heard he's in therapy.

It's about time.

It's not like you to get in a bar fight, Woody. What happened?

Last thing I remember was these guys were flirting with this girl. She wasn't

into them. They asked them to stop. They didn't. I stepped in.

How many?

Four to eight. I don't know. I was really drunk.

What were you doing down in TJ?

Celebrating after carrying my bowling team to yet another glorious victory.

Hey, the speed limit's 50, not 42, man. I'll make you get home and purge as

quickly as possible.

I didn't know you bowled.

I bow a little, too. Not like me, you don't.

I'm basically phenomenal.

Wow, just no seatbelt, huh?

Oh, why wasn't your team celebrating with you?

They don't like me because they're jealous of me.

When I said phenomenal, I guess I really meant generational talent.

I would have gone pro if it wasn't for a wrist injury.

Cool.

Appreciate the lift, handsome.

Sorry if I hijacked your morning.

What if I hit the head? Sure, just scoot up a little bit. It'll block my walkway

petunias from the sun.

They call themselves the Chalk Outlines.

My bully team. We're all forensic analysts, and those so-called geniuses

thought it would be a cute name.

It's not bad. I find it distasteful.

Sorry, locked and sticking lately.

I'm meaning to put it on my to-do list, but who remembers?

You're not going to make it. There's bushes over there.

I'll make it.

Bathroom's on the left.

You know, the worst part of this whole thing is I'm going to have to apologize

to Wheeler.

God, that guy gives me the creeps.

That's the worst part?

I mean, the rifles in my face were unsettling, sure, but Wheeler and those

eyes? He's like a demented owl staring into my s- OH MY GOD!

Woody.

Woody! Huh?

Okay, now I gotta print you, pal.

Am I being charged with murder?

Woody, I already told you you're not being charged, you're being detained.

FBI orders.

Understand?

Cliff!

They're looking for you. FBI stormed in, took over the scene. They won't tell the

squad. Who's the victim?

Sheila Hoffman. She bowls in the same amateur league Woody does. So he knew

her.

That adds an unfortunate wrinkle.

Woody went into shock, but before he did, he told Gibbs he barely knew the

lady. From the bruising on her neck, she was strangled, no question.

We don't know how she got into Woody's house, let alone who killed her. Cliff,

why are you showering? My therapist said that if my new mantra isn't cutting it,

that I should take a shower to restart my day.

I'm restarting.

Where is Woody now?

Dalton Basement's booking him, then taking him to Holden. Look, I know

you're gonna say conflict of interest, but if I could just talk to Woody for

two minutes, I could... Not happening, Mike. Oh, come on, Cliff. We both know

Woody didn't do this. He feeds sea lions down at the pier.

He gives them cute little names and everything. I don't think that he did it

either, okay?

But we have to let the FBI handle this. We cannot interrupt an investigation

into one of our own. It's tough for us to help him if we can't talk to him. We

all know the Bureau's about as sharp as Woody's bowling ball. I'm asking Agent

Swanson to run lead on this.

She's a good agent.

Yeah, she's a great one.

Okay? Look, if I could just get two minutes with Woody, I could figure...

Damn it, Mike, stop!

This is an FBI case.

No one from NCIS talks to Woody. Understood?

More or less like that.

Okay. Thank you very much.

Woody is our friend. If our friend ends up charged and we question him, the

prosecution will eat him and us alive. Try thinking more than five minutes

ahead for once.

What?

Good talk, you two. Mary Jo!

Frank, you just walked past my desk. I know you saw me on the phone. What's all

up with Swanson?

The FBI is finishing up at the crime scene now, then heading to us.

When Swanson gets here, we need a theory that says Woody ain't a cold-blooded

killer. What do we got?

He could have been framed. Woody testifies for a ton of court cases. A

lot of criminals would benefit from him being locked up. What cases you got

coming up? Give me Phil on the horn. Gail said she heard from JJ that Mary Jo

told Nadia Phil is in San Francisco at the big anime expo.

The hell's an anime? Mary Jo!

Looks like a Japanese storytelling style.

Mary Jo! I need Phil.

I'm trying to get a hold of him, but he's in San Francisco watching cartoons.

Rumor verified.

Get his ass back here.

FBI's moving slow as molasses. I'm done waiting.

Mike. I'm taking opinions. The main guest, Gibbs, with me.

Follow my lead, Gibbs.

Wheeler said FBI only. We ain't here to question him. Give him his blood

pressure meds. Come on, Frank. Move, Bob.

Make it quick, guys. FBI will be here any minute.

Thank God.

I need a notebook.

What's this?

Your blood pressure meds.

Ivermectin. It's a Gary Callahan's heartworm medication.

Forget the pills.

FBI's on their way here. We ain't got much time. I swear, I didn't do this. I

never even saw Sheila at the bowling alley last night. We believe you, Woody.

You got any court cases coming up?

You think someone's trying to frame me for murder just to stop me from

testifying? That's insane.

Do you have a better theory?

No, but it really concerns me that's yours.

I need a notebook.

What's with you and this damn notebook?

FBI Swanson's here. Come on. We're not going to be able to talk to you again,

Woody. Anything you can tell us now is the time.

Notebook!

Agent Franks. Been looking for you. Wanted to introduce myself.

Who the hell are you?

Where's Swanson?

Josephine is tied up on another case.

I'm her partner.

Casey Bloom.

Swanson ain't never mentioned a partner.

I've been undercover the past year.

Biker gang up in Barstow.

Beautiful people, honestly.

Just carrying a lot of pain.

You two wouldn't be questioning my suspect down here, would you?

Of course not.

No, we just... Came down to wish Bob a happy birthday. Ain't that right, kid?

Oh, that's right.

Happy birthday, Bob.

Every year is a gift from me.

Thanks. Listen, Bloom, I know you're running point on this thing, but we're

here to help however we can.

It's Bloom, like the flowers in the spring.

Whatever. Can we get a look at what you got so far?

Crime scene photos, forensics, whatnot. I'm afraid that's just not going to be

possible. Listen, our boy in there, he didn't do this.

He was in Mexico.

He feeds sea lions.

The ocean needs people like that.

We think he was framed.

So your theory is that someone else murdered Sheila, then dragged her body

into Woodrow's house?

Don't act like you ain't seen that kind of thing before.

You know what I haven't seen before?

It's the fingerprints of an innocent man on the necklace of a strangulation

victim.

I'm sorry, friends, but that one's going to be tough to explain.

I'm just saying, when the Bureau shows up, they're not here to mingle. Yeah, I

know. I'm afraid Woody's screwed.

Randy's on his way back from the airport with Phil.

Franks has been in there for a while. You think this Bloom guy is charging

Woody with a murder?

He charged people for a lot less.

What did you mean when you said I should think more than five minutes ahead?

That you should think more than five minutes ahead?

You know, as a sniper, I used to lay in wait for months sometimes, right?

I'm not someone who doesn't think big picture.

Okay.

Does Wheeler think Woody did it?

Is it true he called in the FBI because Woody told him he looks like a demented

owl? Enough!

Everyone, back to work now.

Lumaine charging him, yeah.

He wants motive.

We need to find out how Woody's brain got on that necklace.

Woody says he bowls with a bunch of forensics experts who can't stand him.

Maybe one of them planted it. Is that even possible?

Here comes someone who can hopefully tell us.

Phil!

Randall catch you up?

My boy Woody's in trouble.

He's fighting off a panic attack? No, it's fully here. I just need 12 seconds

to reset my amygdala.

Franks? You didn't say Swanson's partner was Casey Bloom.

Didn't say he smelled like a girl candle either. What's your point?

He's the inspiration for Johnny Utah from Point Break. Bank robber? No.

That's Swayze.

Utah's Keanu.

Kid from Bill and Ted's. I don't see it.

Hey, you normal yet?

Could somebody have planted Woody's prints on that lady's necklace?

I don't know.

I'm an expert in almost everything, but fingerprints are Woody's specialty. I

told you, we can't talk to Woody. You should have left him at the airport.

You can't talk to Woody, but I can.

We have pending lab work, case notes I need access to, hard deadlines.

It's called bureaucratic momentum.

He hasn't been charged yet, so legally I can still get access to my partner.

Still think you should have left me at the airport?

Before we go in, there's something you should know.

Woody will have asked for a notebook.

We were writing it the whole time we were in there.

Why?

When Woody was little, his dad died.

He wanted to talk about it, but his mom didn't.

One day she gave him a notebook, told him to write it all down instead.

Now that's the only place those feelings go.

That's heartbreaking.

I know. That's why I put up with so much of his crap.

Sorry, MJ.

Wheeler says no.

I need to talk to my partner about super cool forensic stuff that is unrelated to

his detainment.

And I'm his escort, signed off by Wheeler.

Happy birthday, Bob.

Oh, Phil.

I didn't want you to see me like this.

Why? I'm fine.

Okay, buddy.

I need you to activate that big, beautiful brain of yours. In a situation

like this, is latent print transposition possible?

What, Woody? Huh?

It has to be. I never touched the necklace, so there's no other

explanation. We think one of your bowling teammates might be trying to set

you up.

They all resent me plenty, but I don't think any of them are capable of doing

this. If someone dislikes you enough... No, I mean mentally capable of doing

this. What kind of necklace was she wearing? I was too busy screaming to

notice. Gipsy gold.

Well, polished, smooth.

a connoisseur's choice for a job like this, but I still can't see them pulling

it off.

Let's hope you're wrong.

Didn't you tell me one of them majored in pattern analysis?

Woody, I know you're trying to get your feelings out right now, but I need you

to help us help you. I don't use this to get my feelings out. I use it to find

answers.

I'm trying to break down forensic evidence to help me. We don't have

access to that. It's with the FBI.

Which teammate am I thinking of?

It's irrelevant.

Woody!

Answer Phil's question.

Melissa.

If anyone would have a prayer which they don't, it would be Melissa.

Sounds good to me.

Let's go take breaks.

You Ray Calhoun? Must be Agent Franks.

Work for the Kingpin Lanes.

Wish you was under different circumstances.

Melissa here yet?

Like I said, I called her for y'all.

She's gonna be here in a minute.

See that?

He sucks at bowling and the pins are laughing at him.

Seriously, Ray?

I ain't never seen one of those before.

As much as I'd like to take credit, them screens is all S.H.I.E.L.D. is doing.

I can't believe she's gone.

You two were close?

I'd say so.

She was a tough cookie, which is a nice way of saying a pain in the ass, but she

sure cared about this place.

That ring's a real beaut.

Semper Fi, Marine?

Were you in the Corps? Was indeed.

Mine's tucked in the same.

Wear this one, though.

High school bowl and state champs. Damn, that's a real panty drop.

She allowed a locker? Sure.

Happy to show you. I just...

Gotta look and see which one's hers.

Number 17.

Melissa Jenkins, meet NCIS.

Sorry, got so many damn keys.

Shield's in here somewhere.

Hey, I do think long term.

We're still on this?

Well, this can't just be about Woody, so what's it really about?

I knew this was going to happen.

You knew what was going to happen. Got it.

Looks like she took leftovers seriously.

She meal prepped. Prom athletes, they need their fuel.

You guys see a restaurant out there?

Yeah, unfortunately it's been closed a while.

Ray, that guy with the mullets trying to steal shoes again.

You don't mind?

Handle your business, Ray.

Here's Woody's locker.

Who's on the roster for the chalk outlines?

Just there.

Woody, Melissa Jenkins, Terry Lemon, and Enrique Reyes.

So who's Graham Taylor?

What time did you leave the bowling alley last night?

Why? Am I a suspect?

I was here until like two in the morning with the team, celebrating our big win

like we always do.

I mean, except for Woody.

Who's this Graham Taylor?

Graham used to be on our team, but he quit three, four months ago. Why? Woody,

Graham wrote this paper about fingerprint transfers.

Wait, you're saying Graham is a fingerprint expert too?

Not according to Woody. He eviscerated the paper, detail by detail.

told him every single thing he did wrong so woody basically taught this guy how

to plant a print if you can call complete public humiliation teaching

then yeah he did

graham taylor at cis open up

graham taylor

we just want to ask you a few questions stop

Stop!

I said stop!

I'm going left, cut him off! I'm swinging right!

I'm going left!

Come here, come here!

I got him.

Johnny,

frickin' Utah.

Follow us.

Yes. I went to Kingpin to conduct my interviews. I saw you guys racing out.

My curiosity peaked. I tailed you here. I don't know how I feel about that.

Noted, Michael.

Can I call you Michael?

You're giving me the heebie-jeebies, boy.

And if you think I'm going to let you hang Woodrow out for this for something

he didn't do, then I'm going to... I bear no ill will towards your friend.

All I want is the truth.

And in pursuit of that, I think your team should be the one to question him.

You're going to let us do it.

I don't even know who he is, Michael. I didn't do nothing.

Oh, shut up, Graham.

We both know you killed Sheila Hoffman. Woody tore your paper apart.

Humiliated you. So you killed Sheila and framed him for it. Wait, Sheila's dead?

When? Last night.

I've been in San Francisco for the last two days at an anime expo. I just got

back a couple of hours ago.

Dozens of people will vouch for me. Do all you forensic freaks got a fetish for

cartoons? Lots of us, yeah.

Why'd you run?

Because of what's in his house.

from inside, so I came in to check it out.

Tank over there, blue.

Well, good crank is one use for a forensics degree.

What if I told you something about Sheila you don't know?

If I told you, could you cut me a break?

Depends what you know.

I used to work part-time at the bowling alley. Sheila told me never to put her

and Woody in lanes next to each other. Why?

I don't know exactly why, but it's pretty clear they hated each other.

Move, Bob.

You and Sheila had beef because you told us you barely knew her. I said we

haven't spoken in over a decade. True.

Said we didn't cross paths last night. Also true.

Every word I said... But the lawyer's true! Somebody put her body in my house!

I've been working all the entry points one by one. I just need more time.

Everyone out there is risking their badges for you and you're in here

holding out on us. Do you have a lead?

That's what I thought.

When you got nothing, you still have forensics.

We're on the same team here. We're all... Look, I know you all care and

you're great at your jobs, but at the end of the night, you guys will drive

home and sleep in your own beds, and I'll sleep here.

If you don't solve this, you guys will feel terrible.

But I'll do the time.

Listen to me. There's an Agent Bloom on his way here. He's gonna take you to

interrogation. He's going to bow. He might hug you. It's all a trick to get

you talking.

So you're going to say one thing.

Lawyer, do you hear me, Woodrow? If I can finish working this out, then we

won't have to worry... Forget about the damn notebook!

You're trying to solve a case with Maple Leaf Forensics we ain't even got access

to.

Then I should talk to the guy who does have it.

There he is.

Hey, man.

I'm Special Agent Bloom.

But you can just call me Casey.

Great. Look, I know it's unorthodox, but I have some questions for you, too. Love

that. May I ask mine first?

Of course. Cool.

Do you prefer Woodrow or Woody?

Mr. Brown.

Wow.

You've got really kind eyes, man. Anyone told you that before?

Literally everyone.

I'm not surprised.

I see what you're doing, and I don't care for it, so if it's okay, let's just

get to your questions.

Did you murder Sheila Hoffman?

Wow. You really went right for it.

I did not.

At least that was the right answer.

He's in over his head.

He'll be fine, as long as he doesn't try to interrogate Bloom.

Well, how do you not see that he's about to do that? All he's got to do is ask

for a damn lawyer. He's definitely not doing that.

If I were to murder her, I would have been much, much smarter about it.

How do you mean? I wouldn't have strangled her. It's pedestrian.

Sloppy. How would you have done it? Nicotine poisoning.

Everyone knew she smoked two packs a day, so if her heart gave out, I don't

see anyone asking any questions.

I mean, it's clearly given Ms. Hoffman's death a lot of thought.

Yeah, it deserves a lot of thought.

May I ask my questions now?

Please. How did the killer get her body into my house?

I assume you checked for metal shavings on the floor. You'd have to pull the

cylinder, look at the pins under comparison, swab the keyway.

Anyone picking a lock would have left lubricant behind, graphite, silicone.

Teflon? All three.

We pulled the cylinders this morning. Results came back an hour ago. No

lubricant in either keyway, no tool marks on the pins, no impact damage on

the housing.

Locks are flawless.

Good as new.

No one broke into your house, Mr. Brown.

So, how did you get in there?

Maybe you invited her? There is no way in hell I invited that woman into my

house.

Oh, no.

Surprising reaction.

See, I thought you barely knew her. We had a fight.

It was a long time ago.

We went our separate ways ever since.

What happened?

We used to bowl on the same team. She was big into practical jokes. At

practice one day, she oiled up the finger holes of my bowling ball.

My grip slipped. I tore every ligament in my wrist.

I don't bowl the same anymore.

Thank you for your time, Mr. Brown.

That's it?

It's over?

Yeah. You just gave me the last thing I needed.

Your motive.

Can I see the file now?

Just the crime scene photographs and the print you pulled from the necklace.

I can read it through the glass. You can look over my shoulder. Mr. Brown. You

have a print that says I killed a woman that I haven't been within ten feet of

in over a decade.

That's not evidence. That's an impossibility.

And I'm the only person who can tell you how someone did it.

Two hours.

Just give me two hours with what you got, and I will find the person that

actually did this.

I'm afraid I'm looking at him.

Oh, my God.

What the hell was he thinking?

How hard is it to say lawyer, damn it? Let me talk to him.

That went well.

Why are you making it so hard for us to help you?

I guess my teams have always let me down.

Debate team junior year, my partner got wasted the night before.

Ended up arguing against our side.

1981.

Four-man team, missile command regionals.

During my high-score run, they take a pizza break.

No one's guarding the plug, machine goes dark, 10,000-point shy of me breaking

the record.

And then I found bowling.

I was great at it.

And then Sheila.

Woody, you know why wolves run in packs?

No, why?

Wildebeest goes down.

The herd keeps moving.

Can't stop.

Wolf goes down. The pack stays.

The pack fights.

So hear me.

I don't care what just happened in that room.

You are one of us.

And this pack is not giving up on you. Not now.

Not ever.

It's not all forensics in here.

Just stuff that came into my mind.

I don't even remember writing some of it.

I don't even know if it's useful, but if it is, you'll find it.

I trust you to find it.

There may also be some deeply emotional material.

Personal reflections, possibly some poetry.

Maybe skip that.

No promises.

Okay, here we go.

Thought scientists were supposed to be organized.

Woody's run was upside down half the time.

Ooh, I got an enemies list right here.

Good, start rattling it off.

It's pretty long. Going back to fifth grade when a Susie Watkins beat him in a

spelling bee at Camp Hopalong. Oh, this could be good.

It's a list of grievances what his teammate Enrique had against Sheila. She

double-parks her ginormous Astro van.

She reported vermin in the kitchen, got the restaurant shut down. And the piece

de resistance.

She repeatedly ashed her cigarettes on the freshly waxed lanes.

Sounds like this Enrique had himself quite the axe to grind.

Yeah. On my page, what he realized is it couldn't have been Enrique because he

missed the match that night to go to the... Do not say that cartoon thing.

Okay, moving on. Damn it, Gibbs, you're off the court.

That's because all I got so far is five pages of his high scores in bowling

broken down by frames.

Huh. Make that six.

Will somebody please give me something I can use? I got a to-do list, but it's,

um, actually all just crossed off and replaced with go to jail forever.

That's just damn depressing, yeah.

The to-do list. His lock.

When I dropped Woody off, he said he needed to add, replace the lock to his

to-do list. It was sticking.

Bloom said the FBI took apart all the locks and they were good as new. If it

wasn't the lock, maybe it was the key.

At my dad's shop, we had a key cutter.

Sometimes when I copied keys for people, they would come back and say that the

original was sticking. So you were bad at it. I was 12. I etched into the

grooves. And what if somebody made a copy of Woody's key fast and did the

same thing?

Maybe that's how they got into Woody's house.

We still have Woody's keys from when the basement booked him. Call Phil.

Tell him we're on our way in.

No issue with the etching, but there's a residue in the ridges and the grooves.

Okay. I'm gonna get through the mass spec now.

Oh, no.

What? It's bowling wax.

Woody basically lives at Kingpin. Probably just got some on his hands and

touched his key.

Or that wax made him mold. Someone cast Woody's key. To cut a duplicate.

How would they get their hands on the original?

Does Woody bowl with his keys on him? Does Jordan hoop with his keys on? No,

of course not.

His locker.

And other than Woody, only one person had access.

Ray, the bowling alley owner.

See that?

Them pins are laughing at him.

How long you been in here? Long enough to cop a buzz.

Major Rob Roy.

Thank you.

Your hair's wet.

What are you showering for? You got no reason to restart your day. We got the

guy. Woodrow's being free. I know. I went for a run.

Okay.

So, Mary Jo said that it was Ray, the bowling alley owner? Oh, yeah. The prick

was acting like he and Sheila were best buds.

Truth is, he lost 30% of his income when she got his restaurant shut down.

Why'd she do that?

She just liked him. Blaine.

How did he do the fingerprint transfer thing?

He was banging some broad named Melissa from his bowling team.

She showed him how to do it.

She wasn't in cahoots, though.

So I guess the FBI is all they need. Yep. Found the duplicate key in Ray's

trash. Even found a little emerald from Ray's bowling ring tangled up in her

hair. The beasts of resistance.

Yep. Well, happily it appears the universe has course corrected.

Told you.

Yes, you did, Michael. Thank you for staying open when I couldn't.

Okay. Swanson said you were one hell of an agent.

He talked about me. Okay.

Well, Agent Bloom, I'm sure that we will see you soon.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Bloom.

You really the inspo for that Keanu fella in Point Break?

I like to think there's a little Keanu in all of us.

That boy gives me the heebie-jeebies, Cliff.

I love Point Break.

Here you go.

Thank you. How drunk are you?

Not at all.

Should we talk later then?

I'm just kidding.

You're right, Gibbs.

It wasn't just about Woody.

It was about us.

And your tendency to not always think things through.

Diane again.

Yeah.

I mean, that one's going to stick around for a minute.

You had a gut reaction and you followed it to a Vegas church.

Yeah, it wasn't my gut. It was bourbon.

And we both knew we made a mistake.

And... If I remember right, I think your gut almost led you on a road trip of

your own.

I can't remember.

You got me.

Not how I want.

What did you mean when you said you knew this was going to happen?

That was about me.

He said we weren't gonna let what happened affect our work and right out

the gate I did I can't keep doing that one stop How

do you turn it off so easily We said it was easy

I Know

that today has been hard on everyone especially

me

I'd like to thank everyone that helped Woody get free.

Over the last six hours, I have experienced every single human emotion,

and I would like to never do that again.

Without further ado, the man, the myth, the legend, back from his iron vacation,

Woodrow freakin' Brown!

My team, my beautiful people team.

I was once a wildebeest, but now I am a wolf.

I'm a wolf now, man. Hey,

thank you, handsome.

You're welcome, buddy.

Oh, really?

I owe you one, man.

Look at this.

You bring me a smudge, and I turn it into a Layton masterpiece.

You ever hear of Steve Jobs?

Big brain energy over here, handsome.

I still got it. You done? Yes, I am.

Whose print is it?

I ran it through APHIS. He's in the system, but his profile's locked up

beyond my reach. To figure out who that is, you're gonna need someone with

serious access.

I know just who to take it to.

So he can finally call it even?

Well, that wasn't the favor.

You watch him until you get back.

He got a name?

Blue.

Yeah, that tracks.

You don't think.

You just go.

You get on a plane you don't want to get on.

Walk back into a place you swore you were done with.

But when you get there, you're home.

Welcome home, Jethro.

It's good to have you back, boss.

Hello, Gibbs.

Well, aren't you gonna say something?

And home means family.

And whether it's been 10 minutes or 10 years,

when you need them,

Family's always there.