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(crickets chirping)

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(woman laughing) MAN: Come here. Come here.

Shh... (laughing)

Mmm...

Did you check out the new yoga instructor?

Dude looks like an inbred caveman. (laughs)

"Your lack of compassion's what's keeping you stuck in a cycle

of karmic retribution." (laughs)

(moaning)

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Come on. Shh! Be quiet...

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♪

Who's out there?

Come on, guys.

You know the curfew.

Now, get back to your...

Oh, my God!

(screams)

♪ NCIS: LA 5x09 ♪ Recovery Original air date on November 19, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man

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You tracking someone by their ink?

Just looking.

Looking for who?

For me. (chuckles)

You're gonna get a tat?

I didn't say I was gonna actually... Look, don't take this

the wrong way...

I think I just did. But there are

tat people, and then there's, well... you.

I'm not a... tat person?

No.

You and the ink council had a little vote on this?

I'm just trying to help you out, G.

Tat's a permanent thing; it's not a temporary fashion trend.

You know Kensi and Deeks have tats, right?

Uh-huh.

But you don't have a problem with that?

Nope.

(chuckles) I'm just curious.

Hmm?

What makes somebody a, uh... a tat person?

Well, if you have to ask...

(chuckles quietly)

Why are we all smiling?

Callen's gonna get a tattoo.

You... Really?

Looking online.

CALLEN: I didn't say I was gonna actually...

DEEKS & KENSI: Look, don't take this the wrong way, I just...

(Eric whistles) ...and the skin tone...

...the travel ban could... ...you have to do...

DEEKS: Welcome to the gun show.

That, on the other hand, is...

awesome. No offense.

Tat guy. I gotcha.

NELL: Naval Intelligence Officer Gary Leonida.

Until two months, he was posted to Kabul.

He was on leave back here in L.A.

A counselor found his body floating in a pool last night.

A counselor? Yes.

Unbeknownst to his superiors,

Mr. Leonida had checked himself into

Tranquility Villa Rehab.

KENSI: A type of high-end rehab in Malibu with equine therapy

and, of course, private chefs.

And massage therapists, kayaking, surfing,

acupuncture-- did I mention massage therapists?

Sounds more like a Palm Springs spa.

HETTY: More like

a temporary dry-out for the rich and spoiled.

50 grand a month keeps the owners driving their Ferraris

and eating at Nobu every night.

So, a naval officer,

emotionally vulnerable, with a head full

of sensitive intel.

HETTY: You can understand

that SECNAV is naturally concerned.

She wants for us to make sure that our country's intelligence

hasn't been compromised.

What kind of intelligence are we talking about?

The need-to-know kind.

Evidently, SECNAV feels

that we don't have the need yet.

How'd he die?

He drowned. But according to the preliminary

toxicology report, he had high levels of Oxycodone

in his system--

the same substance he was addicted to

when he arrived three days ago.

They suspect that, after he overdosed he became disoriented,

fell in the pool.

Family?

Just an ex-wife back East.

How many people at the rehab?

Four permanent staff members, half a dozen daily counselors,

and 16 patients.

Did Leonida have a roommate?

No. He had a private room.

But according to the owner, Martin Lake,

he had a visitor yesterday.

Val Winkler, a self-employed

carpenter-- lives in Venice.

NELL: With a record

for possession and small-time dealing.

Deeks, Kensi, why don't you check out Winkler.

Sam...

should we drive up to Malibu?

Let's do it.

That's a good idea.

Oh, and by the way,

Mr. Callen, that, uh,

tattoo parlor on PCH...

bad idea.

MAN: We do a lot of good here.

Still, for some, all we can do just isn't enough.

"The end of your addiction begins with us.

What you do with it ends with you."

Ah, you saw my commercial.

Five times before the seventh inning stretch.

(chuckles)

Targeted television spots are the best way

to get our message across.

Sporting events are a socially acceptable way

for alcoholics to justify getting loaded.

Room full of drinkers, they fit right in.

I know how Gary felt-- I... I was there many times

before I finally got it.

I'm just really grateful I was

lucky enough to be able to give back to those

that are still struggling. Looks like giving back's

been pretty good to you.

Yes, I've been very fortunate.

Out here is where Gary drowned.

The police just let us back in.

We're gonna have a memorial service later this afternoon,

on the beach. He checked in three days ago?

Yes, for opiate addiction.

Any idea how he got his hands on the Oxy?

Usually in these cases, a friend brings in the drugs.

Leonida's friend Val Winkler stopped by

to pay him a visit yesterday.

Yeah? Did you know

Winkler had a history of dealing and addiction?

We don't do background checks on visitors.

Unfortunately, most new patients' friends are users.

He checked in under an assumed name.

Anyone besides Winkler, the staff or the patients

know he was here?

Not to our knowledge. How much interaction

did he have with the staff?

Uh, not much. He was still detoxing.

You have to clear a person's head and mind

before you can deliver the message.

So no counseling sessions?

No. He had an intake interview,

but they don't get into causes and conditions,

it's just basic background stuff.

You have a camera down at the gate.

Yes, for the access road to the community.

What about inside the villa?

A couple.

We'll need the footage for the past three days.

Of course.

G.

That's fresh.

From somebody being dragged?

That would change things.

So, Winkler's a meth-head carpenter.

Bet he works fast, at least. (laughs) That's funny.

DEEKS: Wow, that's a lot of tin foil.

Must have a plasma. Glare can be a bitch.

Federal agents. Open up.

(muffled grunting, screaming)

One, two...

(screaming and grunting continue)

Ooh.

(characters grunting, jabbering in video game)

(floor creaks)

Okay...

Federal agents!

Come out slowly with your hands in front of you!

(Kensi gasps)

(clears throat)

(grunts)

DEEKS: Well, there's some good

in this world, Mr. Frodo...

and it's worth fighting for.

(gasps) What...?

You and Gary Leonida hit it off at AA?

Yes.

A carpenter and a naval intelligence officer.

You wouldn't get it.

I-Inside, we were the same.

Screwed-up childhood,

all fear and rage.

When he talked about all that, it was like listening to myself.

So you were "sober buddies." Yeah.

And doing good for a while.

Till he relapsed, checked into rehab.

Used every penny he had in the bank.

Did Gary ever tell you about his job?

Just that he worked for the government.

Like I said, we had more important things to relate to.

You buying this?

Well, if he was still wired, probably not.

But he's coming down, he's depressed.

Could be that just makes him more aware

of what's at stake, if he confesses.

DEEKS: So, when you went to visit him

yesterday, you were already tweaked out on meth?

I didn't see Gary yesterday.

That's interesting, 'cause the rehab said that you did.

Oh, yeah, I-I was there,

but three days ago, not yesterday. Are you sure

you're not mixing things up? You were pretty high.

No way. Um,

meth hypes you big-time, but it doesn't dull your memory.

I could probably tell you the color

of every person's shoes in that casino.

You were at a casino?

WINKLER (over monitor): Yeah. Vegas. All day yesterday.

I scored some crystal and went to Excalibur.

Where, in your drug-fueled haze,

you were bombarded with medieval images.

Got back to L.A., downloaded the game and...

really got into it. So much so

that you attacked us.

Thought we were Orcs probably, huh?

Merthian Dwarves, after my silver.

That tracks.

Look, I know how screwed up I was-- th-that's what meth does--

but... I wanted Gary to get sober.

I wouldn't bring him drugs.

Besides, I'm a tweaker--

I don't have any connections for Oxy.

Like a meth dealer has no idea

where to get any other kind of drugs.

I'll have Eric pull the security cam footage

from Excalibur and the rehab center.

That will be our lie detector.

We should be grateful he kept his crazy at home.

He could've showed up in Medieval Times.

A henna? It'll give you a chance

to try the tattoo experience with something not so permanent.

And then you'll realize that it's not for you.

Exactly.

DEEKS: But you still get the thrill.

It's like that '80s Jermaine Stewart song.

The one that says that you can still have fun with your clothes on?

Exactly.

Oh, my God, Jermaine Stewart was so wrong.

NELL: Well, security camera footage

from Excalibur showed Winkler in the casino yesterday.

His alibi holds up.

Sort of.

This is security cam footage of Winkler

driving through the front gate

at Tranquility Villa, also yesterday.

Unless he's got a twin brother

or he's on the starship Enterprise,

something's not right.

Traffic cam footage from PCH.

NELL: Now, this is Winkler heading up the hill

towards Tranquility Villa

three days ago, like he claimed.

But footage from yesterday shows no sign of him

ever passing this intersection.

Now, it is possible that the time code

on the rehab security footage was altered.

NELL: And more bad news: The autopsy report shows signs

of scopolamine in Leonida's system.

Scopolamine can be used as an interrogation drug.

It's a form of truth serum.

I think I hear a cry for help.

All right.

Tranquility Villa hires

outside contractors for many of their services.

I thought going undercover as a nutritionist

would suit Mr. Deeks.

Great.

Uh, no, no. Hetty, he had a burrito and a Pop-Tart

at 8:00 this morning, which he ate at the same time.

I also had a glass of orange juice and a multivitamin.

A Flintstones Chewable, actually.

Which he only bought because they ran out of SweeTarts, so...

They're delicious. Oof.

Poor attempt at humor on my part, Ms. Blye.

HETTY: I want to reassure you I had no intention.

You will go in as the nutritionist.

And...

Mr. Deeks,

as a new patient. Not a problem.

I've spent enough time with drug addicts in my life,

I can imitate them in my sleep.

Actually, um, I had something else in mind.

Something more

in your natural wheelhouse.

I didn't even know I had a wheelhouse.

Oh, you have a wheelhouse.

(typing)

Butterfly.

Flower.

No, a puppy.

A kitty cat.

A... bunny rabbit. Why would you assume

my tattoo is something cute and sweet?

I don't know.

Because you are.

It's a rose.

Ah. Which means nothing,

because Axl Rose also has a rose tattoo.

That's his name.

It's not his real name.

(computer beeps) Faziz?

Axl Faziz? Anwar Faziz.

He owns a car dealership

in the Valley.

And he's on Homeland's radar.

Suspected of being a terrorist financier middleman.

Who, according to the dealership's bank records,

just happened to lend Martin Lake, the owner of the rehab,

a large sum of money.

Loan was made to Tranquility Villa's corporation.

Okay, I've got the Facebook page of Faziz's son, Amir.

ERIC: He's gushing about how Tranquility Villa

saved his life a year ago. Right.

So Lake is in financial trouble, and it's Faziz to the rescue.

Puts Lake in debt to Faziz big-time.

He hasn't paid off the loan.

At least not with money. Hmm.

And if he found out Leonida was an intelligence officer...

I'll call Callen. Okay.

I'm just saying, when it comes to these things,

there are two kinds of people.

Ah, so no one's ever in the gray area?

Okay, when you were in kindergarten,

saltines or grahams?

Grahams.

Oatmeal or chocolate chip? Oatmeal.

I rest my case.

Well done, Counselor.

All right, look, I think we've established beyond a doubt

that I am not a tat guy.

I suppose I'm not a Ferrari guy, either?

Or Lambo or Bentley or Maserati. Uh-huh.

But you, on the other hand, you are a supercar guy.

That goes without saying, G.

Uh-huh.

Faziz.

He may have his goon squad nearby.

No, this is his legitimate business.

Wouldn't make sense to resist two federal agents

that just want to ask a couple questions.

Outside now.

How long you been undercover, Tom?

Three hard-earned months,

which you could have ended badly.

Special Agent G. Callen, Special Agent Tom Panetti, Homeland.

We were on a joint task force together.

Is he watching us?

He is.

What are you doing here?

Your boy Faziz is connected to a guy named Martin Lake.

We have a dead intelligence officer at a rehab center

he owns with scopolamine in his body.

Faziz made a loan to Lake recently.

All right. I'll check it out and get back.

Play you off to Faziz as muscle for a guy

he's having problems with.

In the meantime, do me a favor and stay the hell away?

Appreciate it, Tom.

Lucky you spotted me.

Luck had nothing to do with it-- all I saw was

someone who wouldn't be buying one of these cars.

See what I'm saying?

Wasn't talking about him.

Uh-huh.

Goes without question, huh?

Shut up. (laughing)

40 grams of sugar.

Congratulations, you're sober.

Now you have blood sugar-induced depressive episodes.

What else you got?

Oh, look at that-- coronary in a can.

Are you related to Gordon Ramsey?

You might be

the cook, but I'm here to ensure

that what you put on people's plates

meets the nutritional requirements

that promote healthy lifestyle.

Do you understand that? Where's Bonnie?

Because she never had a problem with anything.

Bonnie is dealing with some issues--

mainly high blood pressure,

elevated cholesterol, and, oh,

off-the-charts triglyceride levels.

Hi, Chef. Hey, Peggy.

KENSI: See?

It's nice to see someone making healthy food choices around here.

She's the only one who eats the damn things.

You'll have individual therapy at 11:00, followed by acupressure

or Reiki, depending on your counselor's assessment.

Great. Uh, the brochure said we get to surf,

so do we get to surf?

Well, times vary for elective activities.

After lunch, there'll be trauma regression with EMDR,

equine or aqua therapy,

and then you have either yoga or meditation before dinner.

Oh, "Fierce Yoga"-- that's, uh,

that's awesome.

We don't usually recommend that

for those still going through detox.

It's quite stressful.

But we might be able to make an exception

in your case, because you won't be going through any physical withdrawal.

No. Yeah, no, right, of course.

(clears throat) Yeah.

I know you may be feeling out of place, dear,

but let me assure you, sex addiction is real.

What's up?

So, I thought about it, and having a rose tattoo

does not make you Bambi.

Well, you know what roses have.

Thorns?

Yep. Oh, wow.

First Guns N' Roses, and now Poison.

Well, I heard Kensi and Deeks talking about Jermaine Stewart,

so I thought it was '80s week.

(chuckles)

This would've been a lot harder

to pull off in the '80s with videotapes.

Okay,

so the digital time code of the Tranquility Villa front gate

was altered. Which got me thinking,

what other footage might have been altered?

Okay, time code on this claims

that it's from Leonida's room last night.

Let me guess: it's not.

And if there was anything incriminating on the real footage,

he would have trashed it.

He would think he trashed it. Hm.

Time to do some virtual Dumpster diving.

Yep.

Kensi, we need you to get

Lake's computer online.

Oh. You know what? I can't work like this.

Where is Mr. Lake's office?

End of the hall.

Dreamcatcher on the door.

WOMAN: I know. If you have any questions,

feel free to ask, about anything.

As you can see, we take our privacy policy

very, very seriously.

♪

(computer beeps)

Okay, Eric, we're good to go.

(beeps)

ERIC: Downloading.

LAKE: Okay. WOMAN: I'll take care of it.

Thank you. Of course.

Hi. Mr. Lake, I'm the fill-in nutritionist.

I know who you are. What are you doing?

Oh, I'm just sending an e-mail to our office.

They require daily inventory reports.

Why the hell are you using my computer?

Oh. Bonnie said it would be okay.

Well, it's not okay; I have private files on there.

ERIC: Just a few more seconds. Oh. I'm not...

trying to look at your files, Mr. Lake,

I was just sending my report.

You know what? Actually, um,

it's good that I bumped into you, because, uh....

we have some serious issues with the cook.

Marcus is a great guy and all, but, um,

I've seen healthier pantries on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives.

Yeah. Yeah, not...

the best example we want to be setting, is it?

Well, I don't care what Bonnie said, it isn't okay.

Please, stay the hell out of my office.

ERIC: Got it.

Of course. I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

What do we know, Hetty?

I informed SECNAV that, uh, Mr. Leonida's death

is highly suspicious.

I hope that helps with the need-to-know.

Indeed it does-- unfortunately,

it brings up more questions than answers.

Mr. Leonida was a high-level I.T. security officer.

How high? NELL: Privy to intel

that would allow hackers access to anything,

from troop movements and base security details

to locations and schedules for diplomatic visits.

Hmm. Do you hear anything from Panetti's people?

Homeland got back.

Martin Lake is not involved with Faziz.

What about the loan?

Nothing more than gratitude for helping his son.

If Lake's not working with Faziz, who is?

Well, we may have someone who can help with that.

ERIC: I pulled this from Lake's hard drive.

He thought he trashed it.

NELL: It's from a security camera in the upstairs hallway

of the Tranquility Villa the night Gary Leonida died.

Room 5.

It's Gary Leonida's.

One hour before the coroner's time of death.

HETTY: Mr. Deeks needs to find this young lady.

(seabirds calling, waves crashing)

Hey.

Hey. I saw your...

shirt-- "Fierce Yoga."

Spend a lot of time down at the one on Olympic.

My clothes were trashed when I got here.

A counselor gave me the shirt.

I actually hate yoga.

(coughing)

Wow, that's... (coughs) that's hilarious.

Well, if we're being honest, I don't really like it, either.

I just go down there to...

I go down there to pick up women.

The sex addiction thing.

Yeah. The sex addiction thing.

What's that like? Um...

you know, everybody thinks it's a joke...

and sadly, it's not.

Everybody thinks I'm off, like, partying with hot chicks,

but really, it's just...

me cruising the nasty parts of Hollywood late at night

just looking for a fix.

I mean, like, any fix.

Sorry, I didn't mean... No, no.

That's why we're here, right?

It's interesting, too,

because I didn't even think that I had an addiction.

One of my friends invited me to an open AA meeting.

I'm sitting there listening to this girl share,

and she's obviously,

you know, she's talking about drugs, but...

our stories are the same.

And she was headed here, and so...

you know...

here I am.

Two addicts relating to another.

And now you're in rehab together.

No coincidences.

It's crazy, too, because I really wanted to talk to her.

I-I haven't seen her anywhere, though.

What's her name?

That's, uh, that's a damn good question.

I don't actually know her name. She just, she was blonde,

with these-these purple... purple streaks in her hair.

Heather.

Heather.

She went AWOL last night.

She went AWOL last night.

Do you have any idea where she went?

No idea. But... all she ever talked about was the Strip.

Strip-- that's her scene, huh? She liked

partying it up with celebutantes on her trust fund credit card.

Probably holed up at the St. James

or The Standard with an eight ball.

More like the Chateau.

Said she was the queen of that place.

Queen of the Chateau.

Listen, I don't, uh...

I don't know you at all, I don't know what's going on

with your life, but...

you seem like a pretty fantastic person,

and I'm glad you're getting help.

Thank you.

Yeah.

ERIC (over radio): Her name is Heather Williams.

If she checked in, it's not under her name.

What about her car?

Uh, white Beamer, 3 series,

vanity plates: "One Like To Party."

CALLEN: "1LK2PRTI."

Room number.

(bell dings)

CALLEN: Federal agents! SAM: Federal agents!

(woman screams in distance)

(Heather grunts, screams)

(grunts)

Go.

(gasps)

♪

Thank you.

(gasps)

(grunts) (people gasp)

(engine starts)

(tires squeal)

(panting)

(grunting)

Get off of me!

(gasps)

(groans)

(gasps)

(grunting)

(Heather screaming)

HEATHER: Please! Help me!

I'm a federal agent. Take my hand.

Heather...

take my hand.

Come on, you got it.

(grunting with effort)

Come on. (grunts)

I got you.

(grunting) Come on.

(Heather gasps)

(Sam grunts)

My room was down the hall from Gary Leonida's at the rehab.

That night I was headed for the kitchen

when Gary's door opened and Phil came out.

You recognized him?

He's the new meditation teacher.

He had just come in for that day.

Did you see Gary?

He was loaded.

There was a bottle of pills on the table.

The way Phil was looking at me...

I've seen enough drug deals to know that this dude was trouble.

Was there anybody else in the room?

I don't think so.

When he came after me, I just... bolted.

I ran down to PCH.

I hitched a ride to my house and got my car.

You went to the Chateau.

I didn't know... what was happening,

but I knew it wasn't good.

I figured he might know where I lived.

(crying): I called

one of my connections...

and I actually hung up before he answered.

Can you believe that?

I really was trying to get clean this time.

You are getting clean.

You hung up.

SAM: You just got through one

of the most stressful periods of your life without using.

That's huge.

Then why do I feel so shaky?

Because you're new to this-- and that is why you need help.

No way. I'm not going back there.

I wouldn't suggest you do.

There are many other places.

We know people who can help you find them.

Okay.

NELL: This is Phil, our "meditation teacher."

Real name: Robert Hayes.

Part-time lecturer at Sherman Oaks College.

Advanced degree in computer science.

House in West L.A.

Arrests for unlawful assembly and resisting arrest,

mostly at sit-ins and demonstrations.

He's political.

Hayes is a member of the Homeland Defense League,

an ultra-right wing extremist group.

NELL: Their manifesto states that nation-building

is not only a waste of time,

but "a criminal act akin to treason""

"That all of Pakistan and Afghanistan

should be removed from the face of the earth"?!

DEEKS: "Their so-called 'civilians' be damned."

They believe no one in those countries is innocent.

Sound familiar? KENSI: Yeah.

Same reasoning Al-Qaeda uses

to justify attacking civilian targets. So now we know

what he wants-- the question is,

how's he gonna do it. Well...

the intel he got from Gary Leonida has got to be connected.

And important enough to make sure that Heather

didn't connect Hayes with Leonida.

I think it's time we pay Mr. Hayes a friendly visit.

(Deeks grunts)

Federal agent!

Clear.

Clear. Sam.

♪

Eric...

I'm online on Robert Hayes's computer.

I see it.

Pakistani tribal region. KENSI: Something tells me

they're not looking for places to send Ramadan cards.

Unless they attach it to one of these.

ERIC: This is not good.

How not good is "not good"?

(over radio): Very, very not good.

It looks like Hayes used the intel Gary Leonida gave him

to gain control of a U.S. Predator drone over Afghanistan.

ERIC: While a drone's in flight,

it sends back continuous information

on an encrypted frequency

to the person controlling it on the ground.

That includes GPS coordinates that the drone acquires

from several satellites.

If a hacker has the encryption code,

he gets into the brain of the drone

and sends a false GPS signal back to the ground.

It's called "spoofing."

NELL: So the operator thinks he's sending the drone one place

when, in fact, the hacker is sending it

wherever he wants it to go.

Or they launch its missiles

on an unsuspecting target.

Mm-hmm. Now... it's not fail-safe.

The drone has a camera onboard,

so if the operator's alert and the terrain begins

to look suspicious, he'll realize that the drone

isn't going where it should be.

Any way to override it?

Unfortunately, no. The drone has to be

physically taken out, and we have no way of knowing

which one they'll even attempt to access. Not to mention

which target they'll launch its missiles on.

Well, we gotta ground all these drones.

Easier said than done, Mr. Deeks.

There are dozens of UAV's in the region,

all under various commands, within the Navy alone.

Even if they agree to ground them,

which, given our current lack of verification is doubtful,

it cold take hours. We've got to find Hayes.

Indeed, Mr. Callen, the sooner the better.

This could be a long shot, but there's something

in his browsing history that he deleted.

Well, that he thought he deleted. A couple

of hours ago, Hayes did a search for motels in Hollywood.

He only accessed one site-- um,

the Holiday Lodge on 3rd.

♪

♪

Moving.

I got a rear window, probably a bathroom.

Whenever you get the urge, Deeks.

♪

CALLEN: Would have been better if we could've taken Hayes alive.

Chances are, he's not the only extremist in the group

willing to take this to the next level.

Key word is "extremist." They don't usually

just put their hands in the air and surrender.

He had a laptop open on the desk.

If we were a few minutes later...

But we weren't.

ERIC: Problem, Callen.

Talk to me, Eric.

Someone just spoofed a Predator drone

over the Baluchistan province of Afghanistan.

They have lost complete control of it.

This was a setup.

Hayes had someone else.

Someone else had Hayes.

Offered him up as a sacrificial lamb to divert us.

What's the target?

HETTY: Their guess is

a small village just across

the Pakistani border.

Pakistan-- that's a political nightmare.

NELL: It gets worse.

The village is the childhood home

of the Pakistani ambassador to the United States.

Is SECNAV scrambling jets?

She already has, but there's no guarantee

they'll get there on time.

ETA to strike range?

About... 90 minutes.

Is that enough time to evacuate?

HETTY: Maybe.

But doing so would require us

to admit to the Pakistanis

that we have a rogue drone in their airspace.

NELL: We have gone over

every byte on Hayes's home PC and laptop.

Other than his two dead associates,

there is no evidence of a coconspirator.

No. There has to be a connection to someone.

If it's not on the computers...

SAM: Then it's got to be at his home.

♪

ERIC: Callen, the drone

just crossed over to Pakistani airspace.

"She's the only one who eats the damn things."

What?

♪

Put your hands in the air! CALLEN: Back away from the desk!

Hands behind your back.

(exhales)

If we'd been a couple seconds later...

But we weren't. KENSI: Either way,

I'm not a nutritionist. DEEKS: Nope.

And I don't have a problem with sex.

Eh...

Peggy did all the intakes.

She knew Leonida's background on naval intelligence.

She also coordinated all the per diem workers

and arranged for Hayes to come in as the meditation teacher.

And altered the security footage time code.

Homeland Defense League was all over her laptop history.

Once we had Heather in custody, Peggy knew it was

just a matter of time before we were onto Hayes.

So she set him up, knew what motel he was staying at,

and put it in his browsing history.

But at the end, a nutrition bar wrapper blew her cover.

Uh-uh, no, no. Kensilina blew her cover.

Thank you.

So, what's up?

You want to get a beer, talk tattoos?

You know what?

I'm over the tat thing.

Good.

Talk to me about body piercing.

Hey, uh, are you... are you hungry?

Oh, yeah. What do you feel like?

Uh... I don't know, I was thinking,

you know, something like tacos, maybe.

Perfect.

Perfect.

(indistinct chatter) (soft piano music playing)

What's wrong?

(sighs) This is not exactly

"something like tacos"" (clears throat)

What are you talking about?

This is nouveau Southwestern cuisine

with a little French flair.

You know, it may not be tacos exactly,

but it has its origins in tacos,

like a croque-monsieur has its origins in ham.

You know what I'm talking about.

This is nice.

Really nice.

I know. I was thinking about stealing plates.

Deeks...

Okay, and that's a problem because...?

Because once again you're trying to say something

without actually saying it.

And it's driving me nuts.

I think you lost me. No.

I don't think I did.

I think you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Do I? Damn it, Deeks,

you asked me out on a date

without actually asking me out on a date.

Now, if this keeps going this way

and we can't communicate, and we've been over this--

you never say what you mean, and if this is the way it's gonna be,

then I don't know how we're ever gonna--

I don't want to be here with you right now.

What?

I want to be at my place, right now...

with you.

== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man