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Previously on "NCIS..."

He's your dealer.

Your what?

- Your dealer?
- Dad, calm down.

Oh, Dad is not calming down.

Your daughter overdosed on opioids.

You have to prepare yourself
for the possibility

she won't survive the night.

But rest assured, we are doing

everything in our power to make sure...

- Everything in your power?!
- Hey, hey.

Then why are you
the only one standing here?

All hands on deck. Get to work!

And save my daughter's life!

Emily Fornell had counterfeit
opioids in her blood.

Pills that were coming across
the border from Canada,

so I hear.

From who?

Sounds like Gibbs has
been working a side project.

- Boss, there's one other thing. Uh...
- Yeah? About what?

Well, I think I found a lead

on those counterfeit opioids
you had mentioned

were coming out of Canada.

Tim, give it to the DEA.

You sure, boss? You... you don't
want to check with Fornell?

He wants to move on. Give it to the DEA.

It's theirs anyway.

♪

(TIRES SCREECHING)

NCIS!

(GUNSHOT)

(GASPS)

Shots fired!

(GUNSHOT)

(GROANING)

Oh, I'm hit.

Okay. (GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(GROANING)

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Right, let me
get this straight. You think

that Bishop and I deserve
to be stuffed into lockers?

- Yeah.
- But you spend your lunch

reading up on the piccolo?

Hey, you think it's just
a little flute, but, you know,

it really adds a sparkle to that sound.

Victim. What do we know?

Navy Musician First Class John Warren.

Single, no kids, comes
from a long line of sailors.

His father and grandfather
were in the Navy, as well.

All right. Motive?

We really sure this was a murder?

I mean, the guy jumped out of a bus.

You think he poisoned himself?

I-I don't think so.
I reviewed Warren's psych evals,

and, yes, he did have some issues,

but he was on medication that seemed

to be working. There's nothing
to suggest he was suicidal.

All right, profile the rest of the band.

See who flags as homicidal.

Got it.

McGee?

Yeah?

You got point.

What's that?

You got point.

I got to go.

- Uh, for now, or...?
- Uh,

next couple of days.

Whittle down the suspects.

Find the killer.

Did Gibbs just... leave?

Hey.

What's going on?

Taking a couple days off.

Uh-huh.

'Cause you do that so often

when we're tracking a
service member's killer.

It's sturgeon season.

Wow.

You are a horrible liar.

Fornell needs help.

Emily left rehab.

Anything I can do to help?

Give McGee a lead.
He can handle the rest.

Right.

Hey, hey. (CLAPS)

What'd you tell 'em?

I told 'em you needed me.

And that Emily had left rehab.

That's not quite true.

Well, it's not quite a lie.

How is she?

Emily's great.

She completed her program
with flying colors.

I think this nightmare might
finally be behind her.

Not for us.

No, not us, which is why I texted you.

I got a lead on the errand boy

who supplied the poison that
nearly killed my little girl.

You think he can lead us to the
guy who's running this thing?

The head of the snake, Gibbs.

And, yeah, the errand boy's
gonna be our way in.

(CHUCKLES)

What?

(LAUGHING): Look at you.

You're just, uh, chomping at the bit.

Yeah. Like you're not?

Yeah. Okay.

But if we do this thing,
we do it the right way.

What other way is there?

- All right.
- Yeah.

Saddle up, Butch.

No, no, no.

Let's be clear here.

I'm Sundance.

You are never not Butch.

FORNELL: Look at them.

What a sad sight.

Talk about Dawn of the Dead.

You look at these zombies,

and you assume
that they were damaged goods

way before they got here.

Weak, broken losers just trying

to dull the echo in
their empty heads, and then...

then it's your own kid, and you think,

"Who's broken now?"

How's the pizza?

Better yesterday.

Hey! Don't litter.

That's not littering.

It's for the birds, literally.

Littering-ly.

You get it?

Littering literally?

You know, there's a taco stand

two blocks down.

Stretch your legs.

Get off your ass!

Get some air.

What if I miss something here?

Been two days of nothing here.

You know damn well,

the second I start
ordering my chimichangas,

all hell's gonna break loose.

There's no hell.

We're not waiting on hell. It's one guy.

Your errand boy.

What the hell kind
of a name is Josh Winston

for a drug dealer anyway?

In your notes, you call him a "drug rep."

Former drug rep.

Now distributing black-market
fentanyl lollipops

for this... so-called doctor.

The doctor's in.

(CAR ALARM CHIRPS)

- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
- For a new day,

selling the black market stuff
at a discount.

Not for much longer.

You got that right.

Where are you going?

He's no Mr. Big, but Dr. Death is a hell

of a consolation prize.

Why not take him now?

Take him where?

Tobias...

that's our guy.

He'll lead us to Mr. Big.

Once you cut the head off that snake,

the body dies,
there is no more Dr. Death.

That was the plan, wasn't it?

Well, that was your plan.

We're sticking with it, right?

Tobias?

You just keep thinking, Butch.

That's what you're good at.

(LAUGHS)

What kind of tacos you want?

So, Gibbs went to help
Fornell with his daughter.

That makes sense.

That's not exactly what I said.

What do you mean? You said
he went to help a friend.

Yeah, and Gibbs only has one friend.

That is exactly what I said.

The rest was, uh, idle speculation.

And no shortage of that going around.

Agent Sloane said she heard something

- about sturgeon fishing?
- KASIE: Hey!

What is up, my favorite crime fighters?

Just discussing where Gibbs
disappeared to this time.

No, no, no, you guys were discussing.

I'm kind of done.

Ooh, excellent!
Then maybe you all have time

to help me finish weighing the
Navy band members' instruments?

Why are you weighing instruments?

They seem a little heavier
than they should be,

and McGee wants to know
just how much heavier.

Yeah, McGee. You know, he's a tough boss.

- (LAUGHTER)
- (PHONES CHIMING)

Who currently wants us in the squad room.

Sorry, Kase.

Sounds like a good workout, though.

How much does it really weigh?

I am only as far as the oboes,

and I am already feeling the burn.

Ugh. It's like
those Navy band members were,

like, smuggling anvils or something.

What's up, Jimmy?

You know I would love to help you, Kasie,

but I've got my own case right here.

Uh...

Drawer number 107.

Marine Corporal Richard Darby.

Brought in this morning at 5:30 a.m.

by Special Agent Veronica Tyler.

Oh, Ronnie from the night crew.

Yeah, she's so cool.

Yeah. She's really...

Where's the body?

That's a good question.

I, I saw the body this morning.

It was...

right here.

Yeah, that's so weird.

Oh, no. No, this is,
this is way worse than weird.

Yeah. Are you sure you don't want

to come weigh instruments with me?

What? Uh, no. Uh, maybe later.

I-I should really give
Agent Tyler a call.

Hey. Could be worse.

If Gibbs was here,
you'd have to tell him.

Okay.

(GRUNTS)

(LINE RINGING)

FORNELL: Man, I needed that!

Sorry I got a little hangry before.

The worst is Emily.

That kid skips a few meals, man,

I'd rather face Tyson in his prime.

Winston.

About time, Joshy.

You delivering hamburgers now, too?

GIBBS: Or something.

There's no grease on that bag.

FORNELL: Brazen son of a bitch.

He's got his own entry, too.

Stay to the plan.

We follow him first.

Or we could force him to give up
the head of the snake right now.

We don't torture.

I didn't say "torture."

I said "force."

Tobias.

Or we could coerce him

or we could leverage him.

With enough dirt to turn on his
boss so he goes away for life?

You are such a killjoy.

He's the only lead we got.

If we can't turn him,
we don't have anything.

Can we at least take a look inside there,

do a little recon?

We look like two cops.

You look like a cop.

- (CHUCKLES)
- I look like crap.

Or at least I look like a guy

who needs some cheap
painkillers for his bum hip.

Aren't you a little bit
curious about how it works?

(DIALING)

Who are you calling?

(PHONE RINGING AND BUZZING)

Really?

If you're going inside, I'm listening.

You got ten minutes.

- You serious?
- Yes.

You couldn't get through
those zombies in ten minutes.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(ENTRY BELL JINGLES)

(SIGHS, CLEARS THROAT)

- New patient?
- Yeah.

Name, number, what's hurting?

What's hurting?

Reason for your visit.

Yeah. You take insurance?

Cash only.

$250 up front.

How long's the wait?

Just have your money ready.

Hey.

How you doing?

No, I don't mean to...

I'm not trying to...

What's your name?

None of your business.

Too many questions, dude, let's go.

No, stop.

Sorry, I-I'm just...

How old are you?

(DOOR OPENS, BELL JINGLES)

Oh, there you are,

Uncle Ed, I was worried sick about you.

I'm sorry about Uncle Ed.

He-He-He's-he's not all there,

- and you probably can see that.
- Yeah, I-I had a feeling.

He-he just likes to wander.

Yeah, let... come on, come on, Uncle Ed.

You need somebody to talk
to your parents maybe?

GIBBS: Ed, let's go home.

Give me a sec. I'm not trying to...

Ooh, you okay?

All right, all right, out, out, out,

both of you.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

Sorry, Gibbs, I don't know
what got into me in there.

Really, y-you don't?

Is your eye okay?

Oh, no, no.

What-what happened to his car?

- Where'd his car go?
- How'd he get out so fast?

We were only in there
a couple of minutes.

Well, maybe... just maybe...

He heard you asking all those questions

and he got his butt out of here!

Well, we'll get him tomorrow.

I mean, not-not we... me.

You can blame me all you want,

but did you see that young girl in there?

That could have been Emily!

Forget her!

What?!

Forget Emily!

Check your heart at the door.

Otherwise, Tobias, you and me
are wasting our time here.

You're right.

A hundred percent.

And I mean it.

You lost two days' work
with nothing to show for it.

I want to make it up to you.

Taking the shift myself tomorrow.

Absolutely, great idea, sure.

You don't trust me?

No, I don't.

Please, Gibbs!

I don't know when this guy's
gonna come back,

but when he does, I'm gonna be here,

and I swear to God,

I will not make a move on
him until I talk to you.

In the meantime...

(LAUGHS): You might
want to ice that shiner.

Looks like I caught you pretty good.

Want to lay one on me?

You'll feel better, Butch, come on.

Kid, the next time I say,

"Let's go some place like Bolivia,"

let's go some place like Bolivia.

Yes!

Attaboy, Butch,

now we're back on the trail.

Wait a minute.

I was supposed to be your Uncle Ed?

(BAND WARMING UP)

- Hey.
- Hey.

BISHOP: Hey, look, Gibbs is back.

(WHISPERING): How's Emily?

She's okay. For now.

Your eye.

What happened?

(BATON TAPPING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- So?
- So?

You're still not gonna tell me.

(CHUCKLES): Tell you what?

I guess Emily packs quite a wallop, huh?

Agent Gibbs, you have a second?

Jack, there's fishing and
there's sturgeon fishing.

Right. (SCOFFS)
Sturgeon's a fighting fish.

- Of course.
- Of course.

What, Palmer, what's up?

Uh, uh, it, it's actually
kind of private.

Oh. Sorry, okay, have a good night.

I'll call you later.

I'm sorry, Agent Gibbs, uh,

I just wanted to tell you something

before you heard it anywhere else.

Hear what?

Well, actually, you know,
Kasie already knows.

Are you sure that you don't know already?

I just got here.

Well, it's just that you have
a way of knowing things

before anyone else does,
and so you... No?

Okay, well, I-I just...
I wanted you to know that, um,

yeah, I might have misplaced a body.

Misplaced?

Yeah, or-or it's, uh, it's missing?

Missing how?

I was just about to go meet
Agent Tyler back at NCIS.

We're gonna figure it all out.

I'll meet you there.

No, Agent Gibbs, please,
we can handle this.

- I'll meet you there.
- Right.

Like I told Agent Tyler,
there's-there's got to be

a perfectly logical
explanation for all this.

(CAR ALARM CHIRPS)

(GRUNTS)

Palmer!

(CAR ALARMS BLARING)

Jimmy, here you are.

Gibbs.

Tyler.

Hey, are you okay?

I'm just hearing about
your car. What is going on?

Oh, yeah, I'm gonna miss
that old clunker.

Although now I get to get
that minivan I've had my eye on.

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, clunker or not, what was it?

Are we talking a grenade or...?

No, it was an IED.

Kasie already ran a fragment
we found at the scene.

Yeah, it's a basic device
any lunatic can pick up

on the dark web, attached to my door.

Yeah, and fortunately
my remote set it off.

Otherwise, I would be...

Gosh, Jimmy, I am so sorry.

No, no, I'm-I'm fine, I'm fine, really.

I don't even have a concussion.

Besides, it's nothing you did.

Unless there's a connection.

I mean, could there be?

First a body disappears,
and then Jimmy's car blows up?

Don't you have some famous rule

about coincidences, Gibbs?

No. Who was the body?

Marine Corporal Richard Darby.

Fairfax PD called us to his home

around 2:00 last night.

Found in his driveway,
single gunshot to the chest.

Witnesses?

Lived alone, no next of kin.

The neighbors heard the shots,

but they were otherwise unhelpful.

I logged in Darby's body here

at 5:32 a.m.

JIMMY: The body was absolutely here

at 7:00 a.m. when I got here,

but by 3:00 in the afternoon,
it was gone.

Now, as soon as Jimmy called, I
came back to check our cameras,

only to find out that they'd
been rebooted around noon

by our security vendor to
fix some kind of glitch.

System was off-line for almost two hours.

Yeah, well, one of those
two hours was my lunch break.

Whoever stole the body knew that.

Yeah, what could I possibly have done

to tick off that vendor?

Nothing, Jimmy, but I'm still gonna check

the entire security staff,

- any custodial...
- Gonna check more than that.

Protective custody for both of you.

Well, I don't, I don't need protection.

It was your case, Ronnie.

If they came after me, I mean,

who's to say
they won't come after you, too?

Your families, too.

Yeah, Breena and Victoria,
they're already

at my in-laws' cabin
up at the Finger Lakes.

Yeah, and my daughter's safe
at home with my mother-in-law.

There'll be an agent
at both of your homes.

In the meantime...

you get some rest.

Yeah, like that'll be possible.

Oh, works for me.

(GROANS) I am good right here.

Hey, McGee.

Morning.

Give me an update.

Uh, well, uh, just got
off the phone with the CO.

Turns out that Corporal Darby

put in for disability retirement
two weeks ago.

What kind of disability?

Well, CO wouldn't exactly use the term

"PTSD," but she says
he hasn't been the same

since his unit was ambushed
in Afghanistan two years ago.

Corporal Darby lost two buddies.

CO says, ever since then, he's become

increasingly antisocial and angry.

Any enemies?

None that she knew of,

but I'm just getting started on that.

Where is Bishop and where is Torres?

Well, they are already at Darby's house.

Double-checking the crime scene
and Agent Tyler's witness list.

And what about you, Gibbs?

How was the fishing?

Yeah, boss. You catch any sturgeon?

Nothing worth keeping.

So that's it?

Nothing more you care to share
with me about your trip?

No.

Not yet, Leon, no.

What about Dr. Palmer?

I spoke with Agent Tyler after
you assigned them protection.

That was a good call.

Palmer's fine.

Tyler's, uh, sleeping.

In Kasie's office.

Good.

You know she's family.

Yeah. You and her husband.

Late husband.

Darryl.

My godson.

He was killed in Iraq last year.

Tyler's been an ace
on the night crew, Leon.

Sent an agent to watch her family.

Send another.

Keep me posted.

Hey.

She's good.

You could move her to days.

Like I said, Gibbs, she's family.

I'm only gonna take nepotism so far.

Darby sure lived
a pretty minimal existence.

Not much to speak of in
the way of furniture or clothes.

Yeah, the same with his camper.

Canned food. Bottled water.

- Not much else.
- Hmm.

All right, well, let's see what we've got

on Tyler's witness list.

Yeah, maybe one of them can tell
us where Gibbs disappeared to.

Oh, my God, would you stop already?

"Where'd Gibbs go?" "Why'd he come back?"

The man's making us all crazy.

I know, I know. Okay.
We'll talk about something else.

Let's talk about Jimmy's hot new car.

His old car isn't even cold yet.

I know, but the dude wants,
like, a... a dadmobile.

I mean, this is such a rare opportunity.

Either get a badass car or go home.

You call someone blowing up Jimmy's car

"a rare opportunity"?

For Jimmy to be cool?

Uh, yeah.

Excuse me.

- Do you know if they caught the guy?
- TORRES: Not yet.

We're working on it.

BISHOP: Let's see, next door
neighbor... you would be

- Karl... is it "Chunk"?
- Karl Chunk, yes.

Yeah, I spoke to that nice agent,

uh, the night it happened.

Yeah, I've got your statement right here.

Poor Darby.

He kept to himself, but he was
a really great neighbor.

- (DOG GROWLS)
- Baloney.

Respect for the dead, Gila.

Darby was a grade-A weirdo,
Chunk, and you know it.

Which would make you Gila Shaw.

That guy was always puttering
around his camper,

muttering about the end of the world.

Puttering and muttering.
Got it right here.

For the record, I never heard
him mutter anything like that.

- (DOG BARKING)
- Who the hell asked you, Chunk?

Come on, people. Inside voice. Geez.

BISHOP: All right.
Well, what we could use

is anything you guys remember,
maybe forgot to tell Agent Tyler?

Don't you think we would've
called if there was?

That's why she gave us her card,
isn't it?

Nothing new here.

I heard a gunshot around midnight

and then a car speeding away.

I sure didn't hear any car.

And it was more like 12:30.

I live right next door here, Gila.

You live two houses down.

And I still hear better than you, Chunk.

Come on, Sunshine.

Tyler was not kidding.

(SIGHS)

"Neighbors are decidedly unhelpful."

(PHONE RINGS)

FORNELL: Gibbs.

Hey, Tobias, what?

How's your day going, Butch?

Not bad. I'm busy. What about you?

Just got to the clinic.

Winston hasn't shown up yet,

but I'll call you
as soon as he gets here.

Listen, doesn't look like
I'm gonna be able to join you.

No problem. I can handle it.

(CHUCKLING): You sure about that?

I insist.

My emotions are
completely in check, Gibbs,

and I'm sticking to the plan.

Okay. So when our guy shows up...

I just track his moves.

We'll pull the trigger
as soon as you're free.

No, no, no, no, no.

There's no trigger-pulling.

It's a metaphor, Butch.

Lighten up.

Listen, you lighten up, okay?

You keep your head in
the game, Tobias. You...

So...?

You know what?

Don't even ask.

Whoa. Not even "How's Jimmy?"

You're not the only one

having a rough couple of days, you know.

Yeah, I know.

Why do you think
I've had a rough couple of days?

Look, if you want to tell me

what you and Fornell are up to, you will.

Right?

Meantime, my main concern

is finding out who blew up Jimmy's car

and stole Agent Tyler's victim.

Seriously, how does that even happen?

Boss.

What, McGee?

It's about Agent Tyler.

- Yeah? What?
- I was just about

to send over that additional
agent to help guard her house.

Turns out that Tyler sent
that first agent home.

She did what?

Is Agent Tyler up here?

She's not with you?

She was half asleep
in one of my comfy chairs

till she got a phone call and

ran out without a word.

WOMAN: You have to tell them, Ronnie.

Mom, I cannot tell anyone.

Hey, and neither can you.
Don't you get that?

I have to do this alone.

GIBBS: Do what?

What's going on, Tyler?

Gibbs, it's nothing.

I just had to go home to...

I'm sorry, Gibbs, I had to.

Or he's gonna kill my little girl.

(LATCH CLICKS)

BISHOP: That's Corporal Darby.

TORRES: Jimmy's missing body.

I dropped off Darby's body
at the end of my shift,

planning to go and
finish the case the next day,

only to get home and find
a masked man in my living room.

He climbed through my bedroom window

like a demon in the night.

Medium height and build,

he had a slight accent of some kind,

but he had...

He had a gun on my Jasmine.

He told me if
I ever wanted to see her again,

that I need to get Darby's body back,

along with any evidence
that might point back to him.

How'd he find your place?

We have been racking
our brain about this.

How does he know us?
Do we know him?

Was it some kind of setup?

And why Jimmy?

I think that was my fault.

I was trying to reason with the guy.

Told him it was too late.

That our M.E. already examined the body.

Uh, what was it he said?

"Let me worry about the M.E."

Look, I never meant
to put Jimmy in any danger.

You killed the camera and took the body.

It's crazy.

I know.

But right now,

I will do anything to get my baby back.

And how do we get her back?

So, the guy called at noon,
like he said he would.

Told me to make the drop in Franconia,

3:00 p.m., a trash can in Memorial Park.

Drop a whole body in a trash can?

No.

Just the right hand.

This was bound for
a nursing school in Ohio,

but they'll just have to wait.

I swear, Jimmy,

if you'd been in your car...

I'd never forgive myself.

I wasn't, all right?

So you won't have to.

There's nothing to apologize for.

I'm good.

Hey, what if this guy realizes
that's not Darby's hand?

It won't matter.

He will be in custody by then.

And you'll have your daughter back.

From your mouth to God's ears.

Are you kidding me?

With Agent Torres on the case?

It's a guarantee. (CHUCKLES)

TORRES: Jimmy...

you got to hurry up with that hand.

Nothing points to our killer yet, boss,

but I did discover a few odd
details about Corporal Darby.

- How odd?
- Well, his therapist says

that over the past year,

Darby has gone from being
a confident, optimistic Marine

to a sleep-deprived paranoiac

who's planning for some
kind of cataclysmic event.

What, end of the world kind of stuff?

Doomsday prepper, which would explain

the camper in his backyard

packed with bottled water
and canned goods.

What else?

His bank accounts.

Darby closed 'em last week.

Took out his entire life
savings in cash: $106,000.

Wow, that is an amount worth killing for.

For a killer.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- Hmm.

You ready, Nick?

Yeah.

I'll meet you out front.

One more minute. Stand by.

Why wait, Gibbs?

I should just go now.

He said 3:00. We go at 3:00.

You make the drop,

you keep moving.

Let Torres do the rest.

Though don't expect me
to keep moving too far.

Tyler, are you sure you're up to this?

If it was your daughter, wouldn't you be?

(PHONE RINGING)

Let me call you back.

No, I only need 30 seconds.

You got 15.

That taco stand... I went back.

They sit okay with you?

All right, Tyler. You're on.

♪

Turn around and go, Tyler.

I am not leaving without her.

GIBBS: Move, Tyler.

Hey!

That's not for you.

If you want to see your daughter again,

go home and wait for a call!

Go. Go! That's our guy.

TYLER: Stop him!

(HORN HONKING)

Tyler! Get in!

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(PANTING)

Whoa. Did you see that?

(PANTING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

No! Aah!

No, no, no, no.
You're not gonna die today.

You're not gonna die today.

Where's the girl?!

Talk to me! Where's the girl?!

(BREATHING HARD)

Where is my daughter?!

Where is she?

TORRES: Breathe!

- Breathe!
- Where is my daughter?!

Breathe. Come on.

Come on, Torres.

You should have had him.

Don't do that, Nick.

This is not your fault.

It's on me.

I should've handled it myself.

JIMMY: Don't you say that.

No one is better off alone.

- Jimmy.
- Which is why Kasie

is headed down here right now,

and together we are
going to find something

on this guy's body

to tell us where your daughter is.

Well, as soon as we know who he is.

Now, normally I would ask
if you recognize him, but...

not with the fake beard and mustache.

I mean, I don't think
I've seen him before.

And he had no ID?

We got no hit on his prints.

McGee has his prints now.

We'll know soon enough.

No hits off the U.S. database,

but Interpol had his prints on file.

Kidnapper is Arda Dogan.

He's now 54, career criminal.

Dishonorably discharged
by the Turkish army in 2002.

Munitions expert.

_

So he'd know how to make a bomb.

He's still wanted in his native Turkey

for armed robbery and kidnapping.

How can we help, Gibbs?

Where's Agent Tyler?

I'm right here, Director.

Is that our guy?

Well, according to Homeland Security,

Dogan escaped

to Canada, where it's
believed he then emigrated

here under the alias Karl Cheswick.

That was 2012

and not a peep since.

Current whereabouts unknown.

Okay, he's got a new alias.

TYLER: Yeah,
but now he does look familiar.

I was about to say the same thing.

Yeah, to me, too.

How do we know him?

Just you three?

Do you still have my witness list?

That's it.

The crime scene.

- He's the neighbor.
- Karl Chunk.

Let's go.

We got anything?

Nothing. No sign of her.

She's got to be here somewhere.

And we'll find her, Ronnie.

We're not gonna leave here till we do.

We've got a weapon. Found
it under one of the floorboards.

Same caliber that killed Darby.

I say we hit both basements again.

At least Darby's.

I mean, these doomsday preppers
have bunkers.

Okay, all right. We've-we've
scoured this entire area.

- Let's scour it again. Let's go.
- Kasie?

What do you got?

Pinus taeda, Gibbs. You see any?

No. Wait, h-hold on.

What-what are you saying?

JIMMY: You're looking for pine trees,
Gibbs.

The killer had sap
on the soles of his shoes.

Well, there's pine trees all around us.

KASIE: Well,
I-I also found a single seed,

Quercus virginiana, buried very deeply

under his very dirty fingernails.

A Virginia-what, now, Kase?

Oak trees. Do you see any nearby?

Yeah, there's one right here.

I mean,
we searched the camper inside and out.

But not under.

VANCE: Let's look.

GIBBS: Jasmine? Jasmine?

TYLER: Jasmine, where are you?

Jasmine?!

TYLER: She's got to be here somewhere.

Jasmine!

MCGEE: Jasmine, can you hear us?

Uh, guys. What the hell is this?

- Oh, my God.
- TORRES: We got to move this.

- VANCE: Anybody got keys?
- BISHOP: Yeah, I'll find 'em!

TYLER: Jasmine?
All right, let me get the brake!

- Jazzy!
- (POUNDING ON LID)

We have to get her out of here.

- Got it?
- Yeah, let's go. Move that thing!

Mommy's here!

- Jazzy?
- Everybody grab a side and push!

(GRUNTING)

This thing's not budging.

Yeah, we got to push everybody together.

One, two, three, go.

GIBBS: Push! Push! Everybody push!

Keep going.

- Push.
- Keep going. Keep going.

That's it, it's moving! It's moving!

(GRUNTING)

McGee, McGee.
Help me, help me. Come here.

Help me. Ready?

TYLER: Hold on, baby, we're coming!

TORRES: One, two, three.

Jazzy?

Jazzy, talk to me, baby!

No, no. You stay here. Just in case.

In case what?

It's unlocked.

No, no, no.

Jasmine!

- Jasmine!
- Jasmine?

(MUFFLED YELL)

Right there.

(MUFFLED YELLING)

We got her!

Got her!

Jazzy?

Mom?

Jazzy?

- Mom?!
- Come to Mommy, baby.

Oh, my God.

(GASPS)

Are you okay?

Did he hurt you?

Thank God.

TORRES: Come on,
let's get her out of here.

(LAUGHS)

Let's go home, baby.

BISHOP: So, good neighbor Karl Chunk

got a little nosy with Corporal Darby.

Caught wind of his doomsday prep

and him closing out his bank accounts.

Tried to rob Darby in his own backyard,

ended up killing him.

He wasn't able to scan Darby's hand.

Chunk took Tyler's card.

Later that night,
found out where she lived.

Then set out to cover his tracks.

While still getting what he was after.

Which was...

this.

That is what $106,000 looks like.

How's it feel?

Not as good as it should.

Well, gentlemen, if any case calls

for a celebratory drink, it's this one.

Any takers?

No, thanks, Jack.

Think I'm gonna go check
on Tyler and her family.

Torres drove her and the kid
home. I think he's still there.

(GROANS) You dangle a
missing kid at Torres

and he turns into a bloodhound.

Well, I'm glad he's our bloodhound.

Good team effort, Leon.

So, will you be staying
with the team for a while?

Why wouldn't I?

I don't know, Gibbs.

I just wasn't sure if you'd, um...

- if you caught enough sturgeon.
- Hmm.

Good question, Leon.

Gibbs?

(CHUCKLES)

There's a lot of fish out there.

Yeah. Right.

All right. Good night.

You sure I can't buy you a cold one?

Jack...

uh, there's something I got to do.

(CHUCKLES) Okay.

Good night, Gibbs.

Yeah.

Night.

(LINE RINGING)

(PHONE RINGING)

- Tobias.
- Perfect timing, Gibbs.

You never called.

I take it that Winston never showed up?

No, he didn't.

But I found him just the same.

Let's just say
he's not going to be much help.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Are those, uh,
those police sirens I hear?

Yep.

No worries.

I called 'em.

But it's why I've got to hurry.

What'd you do?

Nothing.

But I need some time, Gibbs.

Check back with me in about two weeks.

Two weeks?

Two weeks, tops. That's all I need.

And I promise you,
everything's gonna make sense.

Trust me.

Tobias...

Trust me. Two weeks.