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♪ You go out to the rain ♪

♪ With a note on your pillow ♪

♪ Not sure where
you're going to stay ♪

♪ Well, if you think
I'm doing fine ♪

♪ Sitting here
waiting, wasting time ♪

♪ Let me make it clear I'm dying ♪

♪ Oh, I'm dying ♪

♪ Baby, all I'm saying ♪

♪ Is that it's raining
on me just as much as ♪

♪ It's raining on you ♪

♪ Come home. ♪

Thank you. Thanks.

Thanks, guys. Thank you.

Hello?

Miss?

Hello?

Miss?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, help!

Someone help!

911?

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ You gotta come on. ♪

_

- Hey there, stranger.
- Hi.

Did you even come to bed last night?

Um, I came in late and I got up early.

Well, who knew, living together,

that we'd barely ever see each other?

I know. I'm sorry.

No, that's okay. Listen, how...

how about I make you some breakfast
and you can tell me all about

your latest legal crusade?

I can't today. I'm heading
back down to the ACLU.

I've got a hearing in a couple hours.

Well, this sounds less like volunteering

and more like you're working for them.

- Well, nobody's offered me a job yet.
- That's not true.

Every law firm in this
city wants you in the fold.

ACLU's smart tying up

the most sought-after
litigator in town.

Oh, damn, I got to go.

Okay, okay, look. One question.

Yeah?

Do you like it?

I love it.

Okay, good.

Then tell them to get off their asses

and make you an offer.

You know what? I love you, too.

I'm already a done deal.

Get out of here. Go save the world.

- All right. See you tonight.
- Okay.

You got a mask?

Quentin Carter, FBI's most wanted.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means a special agent
called this morning three times

looking for you.

Seems you're kind of difficult to find.

- Ah.
- Mm.

Weird.

Mm-hmm.

Are you gonna call 'em back?

I believe we have a murder case.

Yeah, but aren't you
a little bit curious?

- I am not.
- Well, I am.

- What's going on, Carter?
- Let's see what's going on.

Our victim is Lieutenant
Commander Amanda Gregson,

- Navy therapist at Belle Chasse.
- Seriously?

Stabbed to death in a French
Quarter alley last night.

- Right.
- What else do we know?

There was a witness.

Same lady that called 911.

Didn't wait for NOPD to arrive.

Tammy and Sebastian
are looking for her now.

- Thinking robbery gone wrong?
- No.

There was nothing stolen.

She had her wallet, cash and a .45.

A .45? Navy issue?

- Personal weapon.
- Huh.

Maybe she had a reason.
Someone she was afraid of.

We should head to Belle
Chasse, talk to her colleagues.

Sure you don't want
to make a phone call?

Positive.

Well, according to the 911,

our caller's name was Fiona Devlin.

Yeah, but she didn't give any
other detail before she hung up.

Well, there's only one
Fiona Devlin in New Orleans,

and according to the
DMV, she lives here, so...

- I don't see her name.
- Who you looking for?

Um, Fiona Devlin. Do you know her?

I know everybody that in this building

and everything that happens
to 'em. You know why?

Walls are thin?

'Cause you got to keep your eyes open,

your ears sharp, or they'll
take advantage of you.

Uh, who-who is "they"?

- You know.
- I-I don't know. Who...

Hey! And Fiona?

- Oh, what about her?
- Is she here?

Oh, no, she was evicted,
like, months ago.

Great.

- Her and her kid.
- Oh, she's got a kid?

Or at least I think that's her daughter.

I can't confirm or deny that part.

Okay, um, you think you can
tell me where she is right now?

No clue, lady.

So much for knowing everything.

All right, what do we do?

Well, Fiona called from her cell phone,

so we can always ping that.

All right, come on. All right.

Who's "they"? That's
what I want to know.

- Loretta.
- Mm. Dwayne Cassius Pride.

I'm not sure I'm talking to you.

Well, even if I bribe
you with café au lait?

There isn't enough au lait in Louisiana

to give me back the
hours I lost last night

from your commission.

From our commission, Loretta.

We're gonna change this city together.

Nah, we couldn't even
get ten people to agree

where to order dinner.

Not sure how they're gonna agree

- to change the city.
- Yeah.

Things tend to get a
little... heated in that room.

- They were like children.
- And yet they all showed up,

'cause they care about New Orleans,

- just like you do.
- Yes.

I just have to adjust my
expectations of the process.

Well, what were you expecting?

The commission's a marathon,

not a sprint.

On the brighter side,

I've renewed appreciation
for the morgue.

Good listeners who rarely talk back.

And Commander Gregson?

She telling you anything?

Well, she died quickly,

without much of a struggle.

Stabbed twice, once in the abdomen

and once in the right thigh,
severing her femoral artery,

and bled out almost immediately.

Slicing the femoral artery?

Suspect lucky or skilled?

Could be either.

This is looking less and less
like a crime of convenience.

Well, considering her tox
screen, I'm inclined to agree.

She had high levels of
methaqualone in her system.

The date rape drug?

Illegal since 1983.

- Any evidence of sexual assault?
- No.

But that doesn't mean
the suspect wasn't trying.

Okay, I'll, uh, cross-reference

any recent sexual assault
cases in New Orleans,

see if there's any pattern.

Enjoy your café au lait.

See you at the next commission meeting.

Patton says that Fiona
turned her phone off,

but last time it was on,
about eight hours ago,

it pinged at this location.

Looks like she didn't move after that.

There's her 1999 Subaru Wagon.

My mom drove that car.

Well, good for her.

Looks like this might
be her new address.

She's asleep.

Don't go scaring her with your
big-ass head in the window.

It's not a big head. What
are you talking about?

Look at this head. It's
a perfectly normal head.

I don't know what...

Aah! I'm sorry! Whoa!

- See? Terrifying.
- Hey, hey, no.

Hey, we're-we're the good
guys. We're the good guys.

See? Look-look at this.

Can you roll the window down, please?

I-I know I'm not
supposed to sleep here.

Is it cool if I just
leave? I won't come back.

Oh, we're not those kind
of cops. We're-we're NCIS.

- We're federal agents.
- You're Fiona Devlin, right?

Well, you reported a
murder to 911 last night,

and we want to talk to you about it.

Captain Donahue, thank
you for talking to us.

What can I tell you about Amanda?

She was compassionate.

Cared about her patients.

Cared about her country.

She could have made a lot
more money in private practice.

Were you aware of any
problems she was having,

either here, at work, or personally?

No. None that she disclosed to me.

She have any friends
or close colleagues?

Not really. Kind of
kept her own counsel.

- We need to see her files.
- Files?

Yeah, we have her digital
calendar from her phone,

but we need a patient list,
session notes, case files.

I may be able to give
you her patient list,

but not her session notes.

What's the problem?

- Amanda was a specialist.
- Yeah, we know.

- A therapist.
- No.

Amanda had top-secret clearance.

Why would she need that?

Some of her patients worked
eyes only assignments.

In order for her to treat
them, she needed clearance.

If you want her notes, you need it, too.

Right, right. All right, well, you know,

we'll get read in and,
uh, come back to you.

Commander Gregson had
access to government secrets.

Yeah. Pride get anywhere with
sexual assaults in the Quarter

using methaqualone?

No.

Then this murder might
have nothing to do

with sexual assault.

And everything to do
with national security.

You make lunch for every witness

who leaves the scene of a crime?

- I should flee more often.
- Well, I wouldn't get too excited, okay?

It's just a turkey and Swiss.

Usually, my boss is making all the food.

So, uh...

why'd you flee the scene?

Honestly?

I kind of freaked out.

It was just, I thought

it would get back to
Child Protective Services.

- 'Cause of your daughter?
- You know about Rory?

- Yeah.
- Look, it's not what you think.

I'm not a bad mother.

Rory means everything
to me. It's just...

it's been hard times.

- You guys got evicted?
- Yeah.

How did that happen?

Um, I'm a singer. A songwriter.

I came from Nashville to make music.

Well, isn't that, uh,

a place that's kind of
known for that stuff, too?

Yes. Well, um, there was a guy.

- Rory's dad. I followed him here.
- Ah.

It was fun at first.

Then I got pregnant.

He didn't think it was fun anymore.

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...
- No, no, it's fine.

'Cause I got Rory.

And everything was going well,

and then...

COVID.

Yeah.

Before COVID, it was good.

I was making a living
doing what I loved.

After COVID... no more
club gigs. No more tourists.

- No more money.
- Mm.

Well, what happened with Rory?

After we got evicted,
we were living in my car.

Turns out Child Protective
Services doesn't allow that.

Look, it's not what
I want for her either.

It's just...

she's mine.

She should be with me.

You don't have any...
any family back home?

I haven't spoken to my mom since

I called and told her
I was pregnant and alone

and she said she told me so.

- Ah.
- Yeah.

So...

Anyway, um, I told
911 everything I know.

Woman looked super drunk
and-and she was being

- followed by a man.
- Okay, yeah.

The man. Let-Let's get a
description of him real quick.

Well, I didn't see him that well.

He was wearing a hood.

What about, uh, his race?

Did you see his hands?

Yeah. White.

White. Okay.

And then, uh, what about his build?

Was he, like, bigger or thin...

He seemed fit.

Fit. Okay.

Got it.

This is great. You did great.

Oh. So... can I go?

Actually, you know what?

Why don't you, um, finish eating

the greatest sandwich that
I've ever made I my life,

and I will go

and see if I can get you a
place to stay for a couple days.

Really?

Yeah, you know, you
help us, we help you...

It's a whole thing.

Thank you.

Yeah, no problem.

Hey.

Got info on Commander Gregson's gun.

Looks like she purchased it two
weeks ago at a local gun shop.

- What happened two weeks ago?
- Not sure,

but she cancelled all her
therapy appointments that day,

so something must have been going on.

Well, whatever it was,
she kept it to herself.

It could be a sign she
was involved in espionage.

- You get her patients' files yet?
- We're getting a read-in

on her session notes today.

All right, well, should
I go to the gun shop?

No, no, no,

- I'll grab Carter, we'll do it.
- Okay.

Quentin, this is not high school.

You can't just avoid a conversation

you don't want to have.

I'm not avoiding. I'm
talking to you, Mother.

Not me. The FBI.

They've been trying to
reach you for a week.

I'm in the middle of an investigation.

And I am in the middle
of a confirmation.

Yes, Mother. Under
Secretary of the Navy.

Very impressive.

It would be more impressive
if my middle child

could spend 30 minutes

for a very simple background interview.

It's not that simple.

It is.

They just ask you a few
obligatory questions.

You answer and then it's over

and you can go back to whatever
it is you fill your days with.

Solving a murder is what
I'm filling my days with,

and I got to go.

Quentin, what aren't you telling me?

I'll call you later.

What aren't you telling her?

What do you got in your hand?

Address of the gun shop

where Commander Gregson got her weapon.

Let's go.

All right.

Business has been booming.

Lot of first-time gun buyers.

Had to hire extra help.

Have you seen this woman?

- Amanda Gregson?
- Oh, I remember her.

Why'd she stand out?

Most of these folks
don't know what they want

or why they want it.

Got to hold their hands.

This lady knew what she was looking for.

And what was that?

Springfield.

XD-S 3.3.

Pretty little piece.

Reasonably priced.

Simple to use. Easy to conceal.

Said she wanted something

that could stop a bull
running at her full speed.

She pull the trigger on
the wrong guy or something?

Thanks for your time.

Hey, look...

I don't ask a lot of questions.

It's not my place.

But that woman... she was scared.

Thanks.

What's up?

The system is totally crazy.

You got that right.

I mean, this is a-a complete Catch-22.

You're preaching to the choir.

Hey, are you on hold with the DoD

waiting to get a read-in
on Gregson's file?

No. Worse. Child Protective Services.

What? Why?

I'm trying to help Fiona
get her daughter back.

Fiona?

You're on a first-name basis now

with our fleeing witness?

Do you know that in order
for her to get the kid back,

she needs to have
housing and employment?

- Sounds fair.
- Okay.

And yet, Section 8
housing is easier to get

when you're applying with
children who live with you.

And the waitlist... i-it's
measured in years, not weeks.

Well, meanwhile, on our
homicide case over here...

And yet, I foolishly thought

that I would be able to help her

because I'm part of the system.

Or at least, you know, a system.

I thought I'd be better-equipped
to navigate the whole thing.

I'm wrong.

It's really sweet that you're
trying to help her, baby.

Yeah, she just needs
someone on her side,

- you know?
- Yeah.

If couch surfing counted as housing,

I would have offered her our place.

Now, that's a little too sweet.

Eh, it wouldn't matter.

Wouldn't help her get Rory back anyway.

I never would have thought
that solving murders

would be easier than finding
housing for a single mother.

Well, since we haven't
solved this one yet,

I was hoping you could
pull some security footage

from Amanda Gregson's
office and parking lot

around the time that she bought the gun.

Hmm? Oh, uh... I would love to,

but it's just that I've been on
hold here for, like, 53 minutes.

Well, maybe that's the
universe trying to tell you

you need to do something else.

Well, statistically
speaking, actually, uh,

48 to 59 minutes is the sweet spot

- for getting your call picked up.
- Sebastian, please, I need you.

Thank you for holding, this is Marty.

Your call may be recorded
for quality assurance.

- How may I help you?
- I'll pull the files.

- Are you there?
- Ah, thank you.

Hey, Marty. What's up?

Um, my name's Sebastian.

Um, I really use your help.

This is a recording of the parking lot

outside of Gregson's office

two days before she bought the gun.

What happens next?

Amanda and the other woman back off.

They leave camera view.

No wonder she felt threatened.

Any ID on these folks?

Motorcycle was registered to
a Lieutenant Bruce Archambeau.

The woman is his wife, Laura.

Also a Navy Lieutenant.

They were both in marriage
counseling with Amanda.

Doesn't look like it's going very well.

No.

But it does look like
a new motive for murder.

I lost control.

Smashed Amanda's windshield.

Not my best moment.

He's got anger issues.

I offered to pay for the repair.

She never replied.

I wrote a letter of apology. Nothing.

She didn't have to send NCIS here.

Commander Gregson didn't
send us. She's dead.

How bad do these anger issues get?

Uh... I, uh, break things,

scream and yell.

I don't hurt anybody. I just...

You think my husband is responsible?

We saw the video of the
confrontation in the parking lot.

Amanda was murdered a week later.

Amanda was our therapist.

Marriage counseling.

- She wasn't supposed to play favorites.
- Bruce...

She wasn't supposed to talk to

either one of us alone.

Stop talking for a second.

- And that made you angry?
- Yeah,

- it pissed me off, but I'm not gonna...
- I've known this man for 15 years.

He has plenty of flaws.

He breaks things.

But he doesn't hurt people. Ever.

Appreciate that.

But we're gonna have to know more.

Why were you speaking to Amanda alone?

'Cause she didn't like the
way the sessions were going.

The fact that I have a
legitimate point of view.

You're going to do this now?

You said I was driving
you out of the marriage.

Amanda said you were blame shifting.

Okay, please.

Can we focus?

Commander Gregson is dead.

Where were you two nights ago?

It was poker night.

He was on the base with
me and three other couples.

I can give you their
names and information.

Yeah. That'd be great.

My phone's out in the back.

Sure.

Let's, uh... talk a little
bit more about the parking lot.

Why were you meeting alone
with Commander Gregson?

Because of your top-secret clearance?

We've been read-in. You can say.

Bruce thinks I'm withholding, but...

You can't discuss your work with him.

What were you working on?

Tactical long-range drones.

And there was a problem with work?

No.

It was Amanda who asked
to talk to me alone,

- not the other way around.
- Why?

She had questions about some of
the other people on the project.

What kind of questions?

Work habits. Personal habits.

She was kind of cagey
about the whole thing.

She thought there was
some kind of breach?

I don't know.

I gave her the names,

answered some questions,

then Bruce showed up.

Yeah, uh, I'm gonna
need those names, too.

No, Brennan, that's-that's
what I'm saying.

This changes nothing. You're
going on deployment, all right?

Look, you do you.

I'll handle the FBI.

Sorry to interrupt.

No, it's okay. I'm getting used to it.

Who's Brennan?

My brother.

Ah. Well, for what it's worth,

from a former FBI agent,
we don't handle easy.

I will keep that in mind.

Good. Patton's got something for us.

Hey. I've been going through
Amanda's session notes.

I've been trying to find
reference to personnel

that was assigned to that
long-range drone project.

Any hits?

Nothing that screams espionage.

And yet you wanted us to see something.

Well, military therapists
don't function the same

as civilian therapists do.

What's different?

All their session notes are
filed on a military server

which can be accessed by anyone on base

with the proper clearance.

All their deep, dark secrets laid bare.

Oh. So much for patient confidentiality.

Well, not only that,

Amanda was required to report

any information which could assist

in the military investigation
of crimes, past or present.

Fair enough.

She's also obligated to report
any information which could

impact a patient's suitability
for military service.

Oh, well, that is a loophole
you could drive a truck through.

So, why would anyone
see a military therapist?

Well, if they can afford
it, they'll see a civilian,

but if they can't, they
often don't seek help at all.

And they're very vague on
what they say in the session.

Or the therapist is very
vague in what she reports.

I looked at Amanda's session notes.

It's like they were written in code.

I'm saying, they are written in code.

Her way of protecting
patient confidentiality.

Or trying to hide her own secrets.

Yeah, but I did find something.

A digital shadow on her hard drive.

Like, a deleted file?

Deleted and encrypted.

But it was copied onto
an external hard drive.

Mm. Well, we've been through
her house and her office.

Didn't find anything.

You know, Amanda did have

a few personal things on
her the night she died.

I'm gonna call Sebastian
and see if he has anything.

I mean, who'd have thought
that the foster care system

was so... labyrinthine?

Well, me, for one.

Fostering and adopting
my boys was a crucible.

My God, you're right. I don't know...

I should have come to you
first. You could have helped us,

uh, strategize our next move.

Us?

Yeah, me and Fiona.

When did you become an us?

Oh, we're... no, we're not, we're not.

I... it's just... I don't know,

I just... feel for what
she's going through, you know?

Oh, that's so sweet, Sebastian.

You know, the first thing
she needs, though, is a job.

Do you think Pride could
hire her to work at the bar?

There's not much going
on at the bar these days.

Other than the pantry.

Plus he's still carrying
all his pre-COVID employees.

Right.

But you keep thinking
about it. I will, too.

For us.

This is strange.

Who even carries a lucky
rabbit's foot anymore?

Except my Aunt Beatrice.

Oh, would you look at that.

The drive's fully encrypted.
Patton's working on it now.

All he's been able to get
so far is a filename: WBY.

She have a client with those initials?

Nope. Going back through
her session notes,

searching for any mentions of WBY.

Okay. So was she protecting
her patients' privacy

or stealing secrets?

- Or...
- I don't know yet.

It's fair to assume that it's
the key to why she was murdered.

Yeah.

All right, well, keep at it,

let me know if you need me.

Okay.

It's gonna be another late night.

We should order dinner.

What do you want?

Oh, I don't know. Something new.

There's got to be 50 menus here.

Yep. We've had them all 50 times each.

Special Agent Carter. It's your mother.

Uh, tell her I don't
have time right now, okay?

- I'm trying to figure out dinner.
- No, I mean...

Quentin Carter.

You will make time.

Do you understand?

Yes, ma'am.

Your father and I have made our mistakes

raising our children.

And I'm sure that the three of you

- could come up with a comprehensive list.
- Mother...

However, proper etiquette
and responsibility

would not be on that
list, wouldn't you agree?

Yes, ma'am.

Why are you dragging
your feet with the FBI?

Your sister thinks

it's your passive-aggressive
way of sabotaging my nomination.

Angela could write a book
about her opinions of me.

And yet still find the time
to do her part for the family.

For the family? Or for you?

Quentin...

it is not a good look
avoiding an official interview.

It suggests that you
have something to hide.

- I am investigating a homicide.
- Yes.

And we are all busy
doing important work.

It is no excuse.

And what's worse is
you have dragged Brennan

into type of this behavior as well.

He's being deployed.

He could have spared 30
minutes before he shipped out.

You told him not to.

And you know what's odd?

I suggest that you are hiding something

and you didn't deny it.

That's because you haven't
given me the chance to.

All right. Here's your chance.

You ambush me in the
middle of the night,

you throw wild accusations,

you assume the worst of me
without even taking a moment

to understand where I'm coming from.

All right. Explain it to me.

Where are you coming from, Quentin?

You know what, it doesn't matter.

You're gonna believe the worst, anyway.

And I still got work to do.

Go.

Okay, so basically she needs
a job and a place to live.

Then once she gets
that whole thing set up,

then she can get a court date,
but that could take months.

Well, not if she has a good attorney.

Someone who could get her case moved up.

Would that be...

someone like you, maybe, and I...

Look, I know that that's crazy

to even suggest because of
how busy you are with the ACLU.

Never too busy to
help family, Sebastian.

- Really?
- Yeah, of course.

But like you said, it doesn't matter

if she isn't employed and she
doesn't have a real address.

I can't help with that part.

But I can.

Oh, I thought with
the bar being closed...

It's true, I'm not
serving drinks anymore,

but I could use an extra pair
of hands at the food pantry.

That would be amazing.
Thank you. Thank you both.

This is... You guys,

free computer advice for life.

Okay? I mean it.

I'm talking corrupted
files, hard drive problems.

Whatever, you name it,
I'm there day or night.

Okay. I'll get a COVID testing
protocol set up for her.

If her rapid test comes back
clean, she can start tomorrow.

Okay, yeah, she'll be here for the test

and for the job. Thank you.

Now you can focus on finding Fiona

and her child a place to live.

Yeah, well, I might have an
idea about that. Wish me luck.

You really think you
can take her case on?

I got to do something to
earn my keep around here.

You're a good woman, Rita Devereaux.

Please, please tell me you
found out what Project WBY is.

Not yet.

These file encryptions are a monster.

But I did find an appointment
in her digital calendar

that was labeled WBY.

You get the names of the patients?

No. Just times and locations.

Wait, weren't the
meetings at her office?

The meetings was everywhere
but in her office.

Let me see.

Public parks, parking
garages, riverfront.

Doesn't seem like
therapy sessions at all.

It seems like espionage.

I don't know. Everything we've
learned about Amanda Gregson,

she doesn't fit the profile
of being a foreign agent.

Hey, I just followed the trail.

I leave it up to you to
figure out what it all means.

Well, that trail lead
you anywhere specific?

Well, I got a partial plate on CCTV

at City Park two weeks ago.

Any idea who he is?

According to the partial plate,

he's a master-at-arms
at Belle Chasse.

Okay.

I mean, you've got that
guesthouse in the back

that's just sitting
there empty, you know?

I... You said you were
gonna paint back there,

but it never happened.

And it's-it's far enough away
from the main house that it...

it would be like they're not even there.

The child's three years old, Sebastian.

Yes, but I hear she's
a very mature three.

It's not like you got to
take care of her or anything.

Plus, I wouldn't even
be bringing this up

if I didn't know how much you miss

volunteering at the, uh, at the clinic.

What's that got to do with this?

Well, y... you want to make a difference

in people's lives, right?

This would make a
difference in a major way.

Instant gratification.

Does Fiona know how hard
you're working to help her?

I don't know. Why?

Well, she seems pretty special.

I'm-I'm just trying to
do the right thing here.

You know? Help out where I can.

Me too.

Is that a yes?

Yes, she can live in the guesthouse.

Yes! All right, that's
great. Thank you so much.

Ah...

I love you. Thank you.

Hey.

Hey.

You know you're hovering, right?

Yeah. I think I need to talk.

Oh, you mean to me?

Yes.

It's, uh, family stuff.

Oh.

So, complicated and messy.

Which I imagine you're not a fan of.

This about the FBI interview?

And why you're not calling them back?

Yeah.

Something bad happened a long time ago.

I thought it would stay in the past.

What kind of something?

DUI when I was in high school.

Crashed a car. No one got hurt.

Okay, that's not smart,

but I don't know why that
would rise to a federal offense.

That's not the bad part.

It wasn't me. I wasn't driving.

My brother was.

- But you took the blame.
- Mm-hmm.

Why?

He had just gotten
accepted to Annapolis.

We were celebrating, and stupid.

He jumped the curb, smashed into a tree.

If he would have got the DUI,

they would have pulled his offer.

- You were trying to protect him.
- That's right.

That's noble.

Thanks.

Who else knows?

Brennan, me, you.

And possibly the Arlington
Virginia Traffic Authority.

I'm not sure that I follow.

A few weeks after it happened,

I got one of those red light tickets,

the ones where they take your picture.

It shows your brother driving.

And proof that you lied
to the police. Yeah.

So when the FBI calls about the DUI,

which they will,

I have to decide whether
to maintain the story

and possibly get caught in a lie.

- And derail your mother's confirmation.
- Uh-huh.

Or... tell the truth.

And ruin your brother's career.

That is a lot to hold onto.

What are you gonna do?

I'm open to suggestions.

You're not gonna like
what I have to say.

You need to come clean to your mom.

I don't know what you think this is,

but I assure you, you're wrong.

Well, we don't know what it is, either.

That's why we're here.

I shouldn't be talking about it.

You know when you say stuff like that,

it makes you seem suspicious.

You're a Master-at-Arms.

You met with a murder
victim days before her death.

Why didn't you come forward?

I promised no matter what
happened, I'd stay quiet.

You think that helps Amanda Gregson now?

Do you know she went
out and bought a firearm

because she was scared for her safety?

I didn't know that.

She... we were more
worried about the others.

Others?

Commander Gregson had
top-secret clearance.

She was looking into personnel
building a tactical drone.

- She wasn't doing anything improper.
- Really?

Looks to us like espionage.

It may look like espionage, but...

that's not what Commander
Gregson was doing.

Okay, so what was she doing, Ted?

She reached out to me

because one of her
patients had been assaulted.

Assaulted. Sexually?

Yes.

Which patient?

She wouldn't say.

She gave me some of the details, but...

we were figuring out a workaround.

What kind of workaround?

Victims don't always report assault.

There's not a lot of upside...
for one, it's embarrassing.

And there's blowback a lot of the times,

especially when your
assaulter holds rank on you,

so we've developed...

workarounds.

Take matters into your own hands.

If the system doesn't deliver
justice for the victims,

then I can.

- A vigilante thing?
- No.

It's not like that, it's...

Base command knows how it works.

It's more of a back-channel situation.

We find another reason
to punish the assailant.

Get them transferred or demoted.

Or discharged if the C.O.'s agreeable.

You do that a lot?

Over the years, yeah.

With Amanda Gregson.

No. She was new to Belle Chasse.

But I know she had done
it at her other commands.

In this case, we're dealing
with a serial offender.

Who?

I wish I could tell you.

Commander Gregson didn't say.

She was very careful.

She wanted to get all her ducks in a row

before she ruined someone's career.

But whoever he is...

he's violent.

And may possibly be a murderer.

Commander Gregson's
three previous postings

were Guantanamo Bay, Naples and Bahrain.

In Bahrain, she had
a patient who reported

a sexual assault at the
hands of a senior officer.

How'd that play out?

Well, she reported the incident
through the proper channels,

went up the chain of command.

The officer was cleared

of all the charges.

The patient was demoted.

And later discharged.

Sadly not uncommon in these situations.

Commander Gregson learned her lesson.

The next time a patient
admitted assault,

she took a more subtle approach.

And what did that look like?

Not really sure. According
to these session notes,

she code-named everything
involving sexual assault

WBY.

- How many cases?
- According to Patton,

up to 25%

of all the patients were women

seeking therapy after sexual assault.

So she knew the system was flawed.

She was doing her best
to protect the victims.

Yeah.

I'm wondering how.

Here? You mean you were
able to get me a job?

Yeah, I mean, it's-it's
nothing glamorous, you know.

It's just, uh, packing
boxes of full of food

- and supplies.
- Who cares?

And Pride says you can
stay on as long as you want

until you find something else.

I can save up for an apartment.

Yeah, well, that might take a while,

so, um, I got you a place to live.

You did what?

Uh, it's a guest house on our
medical examiner's property.

But don't worry, there's
no, like, you know,

dead bodies or anything.

Um, Sebastian, that's...
that's really sweet,

but I'm broke. I can't afford...

Oh, no rent. I mean,
you know, not at first.

You guys can figure something out

once you get back on your feet.

I... I don't know what to say.

Well, don't say anything, 'cause we
still need to get Rory back to you.

Yeah, got a lawyer in your bag?

I don't. She's upstairs, uh, actually.

Her name is Rita
Devereaux. Uh, she's great.

She's on the phone with
the family court right now.

I think she's trying
to set you up a hearing

for some time as early
as this afternoon.

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

Uh, yeah, uh...

It's just y-y-you did this.

All of this for-for me.

Well... yeah.

Whoa...

Okay, I was finally was able
to decrypt Amanda's notes.

Got a lot of information on the
victims she was trying to help.

You got any names of the victims?

Sometime yes, sometime just rank.

How about for her patient
here in New Orleans?

Petty Officer First Class,
working on the drone project.

She was assaulted by
her coworker after-hours.

But she never reported it.

We got anything else to
go on... name, description?

Of the assailant, no.

But the victim was a machinist.

Specializing in drones.

According to the notes, she was
just transferred from San Diego.

Okay, I'll cross reference
with the Belle Chasse directory.

Amanda was brutally murdered
for looking into this assault.

The assailant showed aggressive behavior

when he attacked the petty officer.

Well, then he's our number-one suspect.

And if he killed the
petty officer's therapist,

that means he'll probably
go after her next.

Okay, I got someone here.

Petty Officer Emily Tascioni.

Arrived at Belle Chasse two months ago.

It's taking forever.

Hasn't been that long, Sebastian.

But Rita said it went
well though, right?

Yeah, Fiona was great.
Judge was compassionate.

They just need to wait for
the order from the clerk.

How long is that gonna take?

Just patience.

Okay?

You did good.

Well, it wasn't just me, you know?

None of this would've happened

without you, Loretta, Rita.

We did it.

- Rory's coming home.
- Yeah?

- All right!
- Yeah!

And Rita got the judge

to order protective
services to send her here.

What, now?

Yeah.

- Now?
- Right now.

Mommy!

Baby...

Hi!

Hi, sweetie.

Oh...

Hi.

Hi, oh, sweetie, oh.

Doing okay?

Hi, sweetie.

You lied.

To the police.

To your parents.

I was trying to be a good brother.

By lying?

I thought we taught
you better than that.

You taught me family comes first.

We would have supported Brennan.

Brennan would have been disgraced.

Quentin, that was not
your choice to make.

Of course it was. You
weren't in the car.

We were.

And it didn't take much
calculation to realize

whose future needed protecting.

And I was already a screwup.

You were never a screwup.

Okay, who's lying now?

Look, achievements always mattered more

to the rest of the family.

I knew a long time ago that I
wasn't gonna live up to that.

You are very accomplished.

Look, I know what I did was wrong.

But I never regretted
it for a single day.

Until last week.

When the FBI called.

So now I'm bringing it to you.

What do I need to do to make this right?

Quentin.

I'm not sure this can be made right.

My partner's around back.

- Backup's on the way.
- Copy that.

Take the side.

NCIS. Put your hands up, now.

Whoa, it's okay.

I'm on your side.

- Ted Yancy, Master-at-Arms.
- You worked with Commander Gregson?

I helped her sometimes
with some patients.

- What are you doing here?
- Wellness check.

Tascioni didn't show up for duty.

Might be U.A.

Why are you doing here?

Emily Tascioni was Commander
Gregson's sexual assault victim.

And she's gone.

This isn't looking good.

Emily's in trouble.

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