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You sold your sperm?

Stop looking at me like that.

I was a freshman in college.

Phew! There are little teenage DiNozzos running around somewhere?

That's frightening.

I never thought about it until this morning.

I got a registered letter from the sperm bank

telling me to contact them as soon as possible.

Why?

I don't know.

We're moving, DiNozzo.

Coming out.

We're on our way down.

Roger, boss.

The car's ready.

Check the exit.

On it.

They're coming down!

Yes, sir.

Boss, hold on one second.

What do you got, McGee?

I'm not sure.

Talk to me, McGee.

Go, go, go!

Get him out of here through the front entrance! Go!

Go, go, go, go!

You find a weapon?

Nope.

Yeah, well, we're done.

Let's bag 'em and tag 'em, Mr. Palmer.

Yes, sir.

You think Mr. Ryan was connected in any way

to the death threat on the Chief of Naval Operations?

Gonna find out.

It came from a human rights group protesting Marine abuse of prisoners at Gitmo.

It's ironic, isn't it?

A human rights group threatening to kill?

It's no different than a right-to-lifer

bombing a family planning clinic, Doc.

Yes, we live in interesting times, Jethro.

You think, Duck?

Way to go, Probie three shots, three hits.

Guess my instruction on the range paid off, huh?

Tony, I killed somebody, okay?

What about the CNO?

Secured at home.

Doubled his security detail.

Did you find his weapon?

No.

It's got to be here.

I identified myself as a federal officer,

he fired at me, I returned fire, and the SUV drove off.

His weapon has got to be here.

The SUV, McGee did you get the color, number, make?

Dark blue or black.

Virginia plate.

First two numbers: 8-9.

I don't know the model.

Ziva, get out a BOLO.

On just that?

Right. BOLO.

Hang on. Hey.

I want to know everything about this guy.

McGee, go back to where you fired from. DiNozzo.

Show me, McGee.

Federal officer. Drop your weapon.

-Got it? -Got it.

Don't worry, McGee.

We'll find the slug.

This guy's a mess.

Yeah, you don't know the half of it.

His lungs were completely blackened

from what I would guess is a two-pack-a-day habit.

His coronary arteries are almost completely blocked,

and his liver shows definite sign of abuse.

This little sluggy's in good shape.

I took that out of his thigh.

Didn't impact any bone, then embedded itself in the adductor longus.

Ooh, this one's all banged up.

Yeah. Left shoulder.

It entered the deltoid pectoral triangle,

smashed the fourth rib, and ended up in the upper lobe of his left lung.

Both those were nonlethal.

That one, however, caused massive damage.

Abigail.

Ducky.

You know, there was a time when you wouldn't set foot in Autopsy.

Look how far I've come.

Regrettably, for the moment.

Look, back off.

I think I'm ready for the next big step.

And what's that?

Assisting in an autopsy.

Oh, yeah, right!

Actually, Mr. Palmer, a medical degree is not required, even to be a coroner.

Abby has an exceptional analytical mind.

And she's a quick study.

I think you'd do very well.

Put it on.

Your first lesson lesson number one.

The third bullet removed what was left of the fourth rib, smashing the costal catilage

took a piece out of the left atrium,

and lodged itself against the costal surface of the scapula.

It's amazing how much damage one bullet can do.

Mm. Definitely the kill shot.

Something wrong?

Uh...

I'm sorry, McGee.

That wasn't meant for your ears.

Not a problem, Ducky.

Yeah, I was hoping when I woke up this morning, it was all a nightmare.

Somebody needs a hug.

I was trained for last night, but...

Well, shooting at human cutout is not quite the same, Timothy.

No one is prepared for their first kill.

Abby, I'm gonna need you to run his prints.

Driver's license was phony.

The only Andrew Aidan Ryan I could find is three years old and lives in Los Angeles.

The address, if it existed, would be in the middle of the Potomac.

Run his prints.

Why didn't we think of that, Tony?

Abby's working on it.

FBI's identified three radical groups protesting

prisoner abuse at Gitmo, boss.

Catch anything with the BOLO, Officer David?

We did. 600,000 SUVs.

That are registered in Virginia.

Yeah. So?

So, we're gonna check them against radical groups.

Something bothering you, Tony?

Uh...

He doesn't want to say what we're all thinking.

Spit it out.

McGee says he was shot at, but we can't seem

to find the slug, shell casing or a weapon.

Yeah. Gibbs.

Sir, the Director would like to see you in her office.

Be right up.

McGee isn't your father, and he isn't Ari.

He doesn't know how to lie.

What'd he say?

To go back to work.

Go right in, Special Agent Gibbs.

Shut the door, Jethro.

I'm flashing back to Paris in '99.

Not what you're thinking.

No? Then what?

I remember you covering for another agent who messed up.

What agent was that?

You know damn well what agent!

Oh, you mean the time you shot that guy...

Did McGee blow it?

McGee's a probie.

Probies make mistakes.

Having said that, no, I don't think he did.

Where's the gun?

The slug that was fired...

I don't know, but I will find out.

The CNO's aide called me at 7:00 a.m. this morning.

Admiral Chapman wants to know what's going on.

He asked me...

What are you thinking about?

Paris.

Get your mind out of the bedroom, Jethro.

Let's get some answers.

Your call is very important to us.

Please stay on the line.

We will be with you in a moment.

You've been holding for 15 minutes.

Must be important.

Yup.

The sperm bank?

Yeah.

Why'd you do it?

You didn't need the money.

It was easier than giving blood.

You enjoyed making those deposits.

Was there a penalty for early withdrawal?

You're a sick chick, David.

Thank you for holding.

Hi, there.

I received a certified letter requesting I call...

Thanks, Agent Vandalay.

You are the man.

-I owe you one, man. -Anything useful, DiNozzo?

Of the 621,800 SUVs registered in Virginia,

approximately 127,000 of them are dark colored.

Vanity plates aside, one in every hundred begins with the numbers 8-9.

It's over 1,200 vehicles.

We're running the registered owners against the names on the list of protesters.

It's gonna take a while.

What's wrong?

I ran the fingerprint through AFIS.

The victim's real name is John Benedict.

Has he got a record?

He was a Metro detective.

He was working undercover.

I killed a cop, boss.

Can I get you two anything?

No, thanks.

Yes, ma'am, I'll send them in.

Special Agents Gibbs and McGee, this is Metro Police Captain Dan Karzin

and Sergeant Keith Archer, the dead officer's partner.

I'm sorry about...

The Director Shepard already gave us

the official NCIS condolences, Special Agent McGee.

We're here to find out what happened.

Please sit.

I'd like to ask Sergeant Archer some questions.

You know why your partner was behind the hotel last night?

No. We were off duty.

When'd you last see him?

Yesterday about noon.

They were working undercover narcotics.

Just got off a 36-hour shift.

I read your report.

I got some questions.

You say you identified yourself?

Yes, sir.

Loud enough to be heard?

Definitely.

And you contend that Lieutenant Benedict then turned and fired at you?

Yes, sir.

So why can't you find a bullet or weapon?

We can't answer that, yet.

Yeah, I can: Bennie wasn't carrying one.

Are you sure it happened like that, son?

It happened the way that I reported it, Captain.

Because I knew Lieutenant John Benedict maybe 20 years.

He was a highly decorated officer.

A great cop.

And if Agent McGee had properly identified himself the way that he claims

there's no way that Bennie would have acted threateningly.

Evidently, he did.

I don't believe it.

Special Agent McGee.

Why don't you return to the squad room. We'll call you if we need you.

I'm really sorry.

With all due respect, Director Shepard,

I think we all know what happened here.

Nobody else saw another vehicle in the alley.

A nervous rookie panicked.

Fired prematurely.

Killed a veteran cop.

McGee's young, but he's a damned good agent.

Are you sure your partner wasn't carrying a weapon last night?

It would have blown his cover on the case that we were working.

You said he was off duty, just like you are right now?

You're carrying.

Small of your back.

Your partner's liver said he drank a lot...

Oh, go to hell!

Gentlemen...

I'm not going to stand for a cover-up.

And neither am I, Captain.

I shared our preliminary report,

and you'll have full access to our findings.

I'm going to conduct my own investigation.

-That is your prerogative. -And I want to interrogate McGee.

That's not going to happen.

I'll handle this, Special Agent Gibbs.

McGee has made his statement, that's not going to change.

Thank you for coming.

You'll have NCIS's full cooperation.

Do I get to question Agent McGee?

Yes.

But not today.

Before you jump down my throat, you think about

what you would do if that cop shot McGee, and McGee didn't have a weapon!

DiNozzo, look at this.

Got a possible.

"Robert Gershon."

32 year-old white male, lives in Alexandria.

Drives a 2003, dark-blue Ford Expedition.

First two digits of license plate: 8-9.

McGee, was the SUV as big as an Expedition?

Uh... maybe.

I don't know.

I'm not sure.

This guy belongs to a protest group called "CACA."

You're making that up.

"Citizens Against Criminal Abuse."

He was arrested last May for defacing

the main entrance of the Pentagon with horse manure.

Call me crazy, but a guy that belongs to a group called CACA,

and smears horse pucky on a government building,

isn't making death threats.

DiNozzo! David!

Get back in that alley, find that damn bullet!

Do it now!

Boss, we spent hours.

We covered every inch of where McGee was standing when he...

Well, maybe we'll find something in daylight.

We're working the protester angle.

I don't think that cop being there

had anything to do with the threat against that CNO.

Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on here?

First, Abby's lab nerd frames DiNozzo for murder, and then McGee kills a cop.

Did somebody break a mirror?

Boss, can I go with Tony and Ziva?

Extra set of eyes might help.

No!

Metro PD is out to get you.

You find the bullet, it's compromised evidence.

Hey, DiNozzo?

While you're there, see if anyone saw Benedict in the area last night.

Got it.

What should I do?

Find that SUV.

This is a waste of time.

Gibbs says search the alley again, we search the alley again.

You never question anything he tells you to do, huh?

Nope.

We can't find anything because there is nothing to be found.

You don't believe McGee was shot at?

Tony...

McGee stumbled across something, misread it and overreacted.

Not McGee.

His brain's like a computer.

It's scary.

I'm sure procedures and regs warp-sped through

his processor before he pulled the trigger.

It happens so fast.

You don't have time to think.

We're talking about a guy who has protocols

and checklist for brushing and flossing.

I'll start flashing Benedict's photo on the street.

How you doing?

Okay.

What's this music?

I'm almost done here.

Tox screen?

Yeah.

It's Benedict's. Ducky said his liver showed signs

of cirrhosis, but he was clean and sober last night.

Is that why you called me down here?

Nope.

Come with me, McGee.

Where are we going?

Your therapy session.

What?

What's that smell?

Aromatherapy.

You're stressed, anxious.

30 minutes in here, and you'll be back to your old self.

Probably even better.

Now, sit.

I don't believe in New Age panaceas, Abby.

What are these things?

Frankincense, lavender, and nerolioil.

What the hell's nerolioil?

"Used for the treatment of depression, "nervous tension,

flatulence, and irritable bowel syndrome."

Are you denying that more than one of those apply to you?

Know what? I think I'm gonna pass.

Well, where did you get those?

Never leave home without 'em.

Okay, Abby, I have to get back to work.

And you will, as soon as you clear your mind.

You'll see things from a new perspective.

Just relax, enjoy and inhale.

You still here?

No. I'm the Director's doppelganger.

Never did know what that meant.

Good night.

Good night.

So, a doppelganger is someone who's pissed?

Yes, Agent Gibbs, this one definitely is.

-Why? -Why?

Because you countermanded me in front of Metro police.

I didn't countermand you.

You overruled me!

Semantics!

Is that like doppelganger?

Get a dictionary!

Ha, ha! Open up, McGee.

Tony, I'm really not in the mood.

Let me in.

Okay, you're in. What do you want?

We're going out.

Where?

When the going gets tough, the tough go clubbing.

We have got to get you dressed.

Tony, I really want to be alone tonight, okay?

No, you don't.

Still working on the novel, I see, huh?

DiNozzo, I'm begging you, do not rag on me tonight, okay?

Well, I wouldn't be DiNozzo if I didn't.

The wardrobe.

You got any party clothes, McGeek?

Tony...

Baby, you are not gonna be scoring in any of this.

Hey, would you stop?!

I'm not going anywhere!

Hey, listen, man, I'm sorry. I just wanted...

No. I know, I know.

I know you're just trying to help.

Tony, I'm not like you guys.

You were trained as a cop.

Gibbs was a Marine sniper.

Kate protected the President of the United States.

God only knows what Ziva did with Mossad.

My background is biomedical engineering and computer forensics.

I don't think I'm cut out to be a field agent.

First time I shot at someone...

I wet my pants.

Really?

Really.

If you tell anyone that, I will slap you silly.

Ooh, you got anything to eat?

I know it's bad.

I've been where you are, but a week from now, this will all be behind you,

just a bad memory.

What time you get up, Ziva?

0400.

Background check on the cop McGee killed

didn't come up with anything.

He drank a little too much, had three ex-wives...

Well, that does not make him a bad person.

His police service record is clean.

Several commendations for meritorious

Service and a Mayoral award.

Nothing negative.

Metro's going to make it look like our probie killed their hero.

They're going to interrogate McGee this afternoon.

Request was approved by the director.

And you know this how?

I'm a spy... remember?

When were you going to tell me?

I see we're picking up where we left off yesterday.

If you're sending McGee to Metro, you're damn right we are!

Didn't know I had to ask your permission.

Don't give me "the stare."

-I'm not a junior agent anymore. -No, you're a junior director.

That's enough, Special Agent Gibbs!

Excuse me, Director.

They're waiting for you in MTAC.

I'm on my way, Cynthia.

You have to learn how to say no!

I did, Jethro.

Or have you forgotten?

McGee, what are you doing here so early?

I had an epiphany: a different way of tracking the SUV.

So the aromatherapy worked.

It cleared your mind so you could come up with new ideas.

-Don't know about that. -I do.

Did you get any sleep last night?

Not much. DiNozzo kept me up till 3:00.

Our DiNozzo?

He came by my apartment to cheer me up.

Really.

Yeah, I know DiNozzo

being nice to me means I'm really in trouble.

I think it's sweet.

So, what was your light bulb?

Well, uh, are you familiar with the Ajzen/Fishbein Theory of Reasoned Action?

Of course.

If Lieutenant Benedict was having an argument with the man in the SUV,

the theory hypothesizes there's a high probability they had prior contact.

So you're matching SUV owners to people Benedict knew?

Exactly.

Using what as a database?

I wrote this program to cross-check

registered owners with telephone calls and e-mails,

sent and received by Benedict over the last three months.

Timothy, that's brilliant.

Eh, I thought so, but I didn't get any hits.

Problem is, I only got his home and cell numbers.

I was denied access to Benedict's extension at Metro.

If you had the maintenance codes for the telephone Servers at the police department,

do you think that would help?

Yes.

While you're getting me a CAFF-POW!,

I'll make a phone call.

Is there any way of finding out why she wants to talk to me?

Not without asking her.

Are you a personal friend of hers?

I was a donor.

I'm sorry, could you speak up? I cat hear you.

I'm a donor.

Oh, a donor. Right.

Uh, what was your last name again?

DiNozzo.

Uh, could you spell that for me, please?

Big "D," little "I,"

big "N," little "ozzo."

Uh-huh. And your first name?

Anthony.

Uh, would you please hold a moment, Mr. DiNozzo?

Playing phone tag with the sperm bank.

You haven't found out what it's about yet?

Well...

they're probably running low on their favorite fossil fuel:

Essence of DiNozzo.

-Hello, sir? -Yeah, I'm here.

Uh, she's in a meeting at the moment.

Out of the office.

When will she be back?

Uh, not till tomorrow.

Thank you.

Problem?

The woman who's been trying to contact me isn't there.

Her title is Director of Critical Issues.

What do you think that means?

I don't know, but it sounds serious.

It could be one of my offspring has a medical condition.

Maybe they need an organ transplant.

You... you...

who won't share a Krispy Kreme donut...

you are going to give up a kidney?

You wouldn't understand.

You're not a parent.

That's so cute.

I didn't know you were superstitious.

I'm not.

We've got a hit.

Edward Francis Halligan.

Owns a black 2005 Range Rover.

License plate 8967YZE.

He received a call from Benedict's

Metro office extension two weeks ago.

You want to know how McGee figured out?

No.

Halligan's an Irish National.

He's been living here for the past three years.

I'll run him by my Interpol contacts.

Find him, Tony. Bring him in here.

On it.

So... are you going to bust them, Archer?

Blow my cover?

Why don't you?

They don't look Navy.

Who you staking out?

It's a second-tier pusher released from Elkton this morning.

Right now, he's in that hotel reacquainting himself with his old lady.

Historically, the pusher's second stop is to look for employment, so...

hoping he'll lead me to a local distributor.

Surprised you agreed to meet.

Just want to find out the truth.

Appreciate it if Captain Karzin didn't find out we were talking.

Not going to hear anything from me.

You know this guy?

Never met him, but I'd love to get my hands on him.

It's Ed Halligan.

He's a rich Irishman rumored to be the money behind a local crack ring.

Drives a black SUV.

Collects expensive cars. He has dozens of them.

Why'd Benedict call him two weeks ago?

We set a trap for Halligan, but he never showed.

Bennie suspected he was tipped.

Well, what are you getting at, Gibbs?

We think that Halligan was the guy

your partner was talking to in the alley.

If he was, he had a legitimate reason.

Wouldn't he have told you?

Look, I'm...

I was the junior partner on the team.

We hadn't been together that long, so he didn't share everything with me.

If you think that he was a dirty cop, forget it.

Bennie was as straight up as they come.

You just said you hadn't been together very long.

How long does it take to know if your partner's dirty?

That your dirtbag?

Yeah. I got to get to work.

Okay.

Anxious?

Does it show?

May I give you some advice?

Please.

Be confident when Metro interrogates you.

If you don't believe what you're saying, how can they?

Every time I think about it...

it comes out a little different.

For God's sakes, don't tell that to Metro.

Where's the boss?

Where's Halligan?

Uh, not at home.

I went to his house.

It's really more like an estate.

It's all marble and stone.

Monolithic thing with Greco-Roman statues, Impressionist art and flowers everywhere.

In the front hall, there were these two flowers like swans that were kissing...

What about the Range Rover?

Oh, uh, that wasn't in the garage,

but the thing was loaded. Lamborghinis, Ferraris, 1965 Aston Martin the Goldfinger...

Sorry.

Sorry. Reminded me of when I was a kid in the Hamptons.

So you have no idea where he went?

Well, he told Seamus that's his houseboy he was goingway for a few days.

I'm telling you,if I had a master bedroom like that, mirrors on the ceiling...

My contact at Interpol said Halligan's been

under investigation in Ireland, Britain and France.

Several indictments, all drug related, but none ever...

Oh, leazazel.

Whatever that is doesn't sound good.

Halligan's on the goat.

Oh, no, no, not goat.

Uh, uh, uh... sheep.

Lam?

That's it.

He's on the lam. There's no "B" in that, by the way.

Thank you.

He bought a ticket at Dulles yesterday afternoon.

To Ireland?

Rabat, Morocco, via Lisbon.

No extradition.

Benedict was arresting him.

I killed a cop arresting a drug lord.

His goose is cooked.

You would get that one right.

Bennie didn't point a weapon at you...

did he?

No.

The Director in?

Expecting you.

Close the door, please.

No. You don't want that door closed, Director.

-I don't? -No!

Let her rip.

The US Attorney's office is charging McGee with negligent homicide.

Metro's booking him right now.

Do you know why?

Because he admitted to making a tragic mistake.

No.

Because you may know how to kiss ass, but you sure don't know how to protect it!

And you think you're protecting that boy by ignoring the facts?

He's not a boy.

He's an NCIS Special Agent.

He's one of my people.

I don't leave my people behind.

It's a marine thing.

What are you going to do?

I'm gonna go to Metro and get him.

No.

No?

Your eyesight's weak, not your hearing.

You're not going to Metro because McGee's on his way here.

I convinced Captain Karzin that he wasn't a flight risk

and to release him into our custody until his arraignment hearing.

You should have gone with him.

Why me? He's your bud.

Bud?

Bud. Buddy. Friend.

You're not McGee's friend?

Of course I'm his friend.

English is a very confusing language.

If you're his...

Oh...

Leazazel.

There's that word again.

Huh. Interpol missed Halligan in Portugal.

He cleared Moroc customs an hour ago.

I let you down.

Boss, I think it's the other way around.

I should have gone with you to Metro.

I don't think it would have made a difference.

I panicked.

I thought he had a weapon in his hand. I need to face it.

I shot a good cop making an arrest.

What cop makes a drug bust without a weapon?

None.

Rule number eight is gonna save you, McGee.

Never date a coworker?

Never go anywhere without your knife.

I thought that was nine.

Never take anything for granted.

Correcto, Jefe, but then again, you did make up the rules...

Get to the point, Abs.

I didn't do forensics on the jacket because we knew what happened.

Then I remembered rule numero ocho.

Gunshot residue.

Based on the density and patternof the stippling and sooting,

one of the slugs in Lieutenant Benedict was fired from only one foot away.

One of my shots missed?

I knew you weren't that good, Probie.

Three for three at 25 meters, I don't think so.

Halligan shot him from behind the wheel.

Wrong, boss!

Slap him, Ziva.

If Halligan was behind the wheel, then he was five or six feet away.

Pulled the registration from the Range Rover.

It was brought in the DMV for an inspection,

because it was imported from Ireland.

Right-hand drive.

British, like Ducky's Morgan.

Steering wheel's on the right-hand side.

The person I saw arguing with Benedict was a passenger.

There was a third man.

That's a great movie.

Joseph Cotten, Orson Welles...

We're looking in the wrong direction.

If McGee's third round didn't hit the SUV,

then it's somewhere at the other end of that alley.

Go. Abby, thank you.

Boss, he still didn't fire at me.

You saw a flash, McGee.

You heard a gunshot.

You had no way of knowing if Benedict was firing at your or not.

If I was in your position, McGee, I'd have fired.

Go on.

Run Halligan's phone records.

See if you can't figure out who he was meeting with.

Right.

Could be your two rounds weren't the fatal one.

You ever Gibbs-slap me again, David, and I will slap you back harder.

I was following orders.

The dutiful Mossad agent.

You miss the spy game?

Must have been exciting.

You've seen too many James Bond movies.

It's not all about car chases and sex.

It wasn't?

Well, there was a lot of sex.

614. Ohio.

Sperm bank.

Yeah, this is Anthony DiNozzo.

There's something I need to talk to you about.

Yeah?

Your sperm is being discarded.

Yeah, I know.

But there's got to be some kind of mistake.

You are Anthony DiNozzo?

Yeah, that's me, but...

Were you hoping for notification of birth?

No.

Well, have a nice day.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You want to discuss it?

It's nothing.

For two days, you've obsessed on that letter, driving me crazy.

Now, all of a sudden, it's nothing?

Drop it.

I understand.

I'd be embarrassed, too.

I shouldn't have done it.

But your phone kept on ringing this morning and I knew

this call was important, so I answered it.

You, you talked...

To the woman at the sperm bank.

The Director of Critical Issues.

Yes.

I'm sorry, Tony.

She had no right to tell you that no one wants my sperm!

Yes!

You didn't talk to her.

So no little DiNozzos anywhere.

It's hard to believe that a stud like you would not be chosen.

Were any of the prospective women shown a photo of you?

'Cause...

You're enjoying this a lot, aren't you?

Oh... yes.

Are they going to return your sperm?

Let's focus on finding the bullet.

Don't have to.

The striations in the bullets are exact.

It was definitely fired fr McGee's sig.

Where did you two find the bullet?

Miss Abby Sciuto.

Right here, boss.

Behind the body, embedded in the door frame.

McGee was wide to the left.

Where the hell is Benedict's weapon?

Yeah?

I have a theory.

Okay.

McGee identified himself.

The man in the car fires point-blank at Benedict.

Now, like you said, it was too close and it was dark.

So McGee couldn't distinguish where the flash came from.

And McGefires back.

One missed.

And when Benedict fell,

he drops his weapon through the open window of the Range Rover.

What do you think?

What's going on?

Saving your butt, McGee.

Hey, come on, what do you got?

It's a dump of Halligan's phone records.

Morning of the shooting, placed several calls

to Sergeant Archer's home and cell phones.

You mean Benedict's?

No, Archer, his partner.

The call from Metro two weeks ago came from Archer, not Benedict.

Partners share extensions at the precinct.

I showed Archer a picture of Halligan yesterday.

He acted like they never met.

One of the phone calls lasted 18 minutes.

Come on, McGee, you're with me.

McGee, come here.

Use my backup.

Archer's got to know that Halligan's in Morocco.

He's never gonna talk.

Is Halligan in Morocco?

Ziva said he passed through customs.

Well, maybe Archer doesn't know that.

Pull an old warrant.

What's up?

Got a few questions.

He's supposed to be in custody.

He's in my custody.

You never told me you spoke with Halligan.

Never did.

Phone records show you exchanged several calls.

I don't care what your phone records say.

I never talked to Halligan. Ask him.

One of the calls was two weeks ago,

about the time you claim you set the trap for Halligan.

I don't need this from the guy who killed my partner.

McGee shot him...

after someone inside the car fired first.

Your partner suspected you were working with Halligan.

He followed you to a meet in the alley.

You guys aren't laying this off on me.

We pulled a nine-millimeter slug out of Benedict's chest.

I want to run that against your service weapon.

We're gonna search the premises.

I'm not talking to Navy wannabe cops.

Interpol picked Halligan up in Lisbon.

He never made it to Morocco.

We'll get him back here, and he'll talk.

Halligan's not gonna take the fall for you.

Don't ever hesitate because you second-guessed yourself, again.

I'll take your badge.

We clear?

Clear.

I thought you would be out celebrating.

No.

Did you come down for a hug?

What'd you find out?

I ran every test I could think of.

The slugs are too damaged.

There's no way to tell who fired the kill shot.

Does it really matter?

Yeah.

It matters.