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NARRATOR:
Previously on NCIS...
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- No kiss for your father?
- What are you doing here?

LEON: Arash Kazmi
is Eli's new VIVAC contemporary.

Kazmi's first visit to the U.S.,
Eli just happens to be here.

[GUNFIRE]

KAZMl:
How could Eli be dead?

I was the one who approached him
about forging peace to begin with.

What are you not telling me, Tom?

The CIA took out Kazmi that night.

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs,

you've manipulated evidence
and you've obstructed justice.

Overnight delivery left him
on the front porch.

It was shipped
from Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

Meet Navy SEAL
Lieutenant Chad McBride.

I have got thousands of documents
ready to indict Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

LEON: You should know that Gibbs'
team handed in their resignations.

Tom Morrow may have a solve.
We pull it off, this could all go away.

- Where's Gibbs?
- On a mission for JSOC.

Gibbs, do it.

[GUNSHOT]

[BAND PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC]

After you. Hello.

[CHATTERING]

Sir, I need a moment.

Richard, go home.

I figured you'd be drowning
your sorrows by now.

Well, I know
that Secretary Jarvis is inside,

and I would like five minutes
with the both of you to discuss NCIS.

This is not the place.

My job was to clean up
the Navy's investigative branch,

and I've been sidelined

by some half-assed
classified mission

because you guys want Gibbs
to play cowboy.

Homeland is not the only agency
authorizing this.

Secretary Jarvis,
the director of the CIA,

both agree
the mission takes precedence.

But my case
was a political slam dunk.

Gibbs is being given
a Get Out of Jail Free card.

- It's wrong.
- What's wrong

is me continuing this conversation
one more minute.

Gibbs has a job to do.

Your tunnel-visioned,
stubborn determination

is getting in the way.

Well, at least tell me
what is so important

that one assignment
can trump a career of rule-breaking.

The less you know, the better.

Believe me, I'm doing you a favor.

I'll get to the bottom of this.

There's a line in the sand, Parsons.
Don't cross it.

[CAR ALARM WAILING]

PALMER: This is so weird.
DUCKY: Yeah.

"Weird" is but one
of the many adjectives

I could apply to these circumstances,
Mr. Palmer.

If only that creep, Parsons,
wasn't pushing his witch hunt,

none of this would have happened.

That creep, as you call him, Abby,
did not bomb the hotel ballroom.

Yeah, but Gibbs and the others,

they would've still been here,
they could've stopped this.

Well, we have a long night
ahead of us.

I didn't know the SECNAV,
but I heard he was married,

- had kids.
ABBY: Yeah.

He and Director Vance were close.

Why didn't we do more
to stop Parsons' investigation?

- Like a sit-in or a hunger strike?
- I'm no good at hunger strikes.

I get really light-headed around 4:00
if I don't have a snack.

What we must do
is to stop feeling sorry for ourselves.

There is work to do, and right now,

those responsible
have the upper hand.

Secretary Jarvis
and those who have fallen

are counting on us.

Gibbs, you're here.

Unless I'm seeing things.

You guys got work to do?

Yes, we do, Jethro.

And we are eager to do it.

Shall we?

Thank you.

That was the Secretary of Defense.

In addition to Jarvis' death,

Tom Morrow
was just rushed into surgery.

He may lose a leg.

Anyone claiming responsibility yet?

The secretary of the U.S. Navy
is dead, captain.

I don't believe anybody would be fool
enough to welcome that death wish.

Response?

The White House wants answers
by any means necessary.

Intel thinks this is just a warning shot
across the bow,

that the main event is still to come.

It's something to look forward to.

Gibbs, this may also be related
to Navy Lieutenant McBride's murder.

We believe the lieutenant got too close
to identifying a new terror cell.

Combine the bomb tonight

and McBride's radioactive remains,
it's...

What can I do?

JSOC will be handling
its own investigation,

but nobody would suspect
your involvement

while you're under close DoD
scrutiny.

McBride's mission originated in Iran.

Finding his killer would be a start.

We have an informant in Abyaneh.

I can try reaching out.

Nobody's forcing you to do this,
Gibbs.

Doing my job, director.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

ZIVA [OVER COMPUTER]:
Tony.

Tony, wake up.

Tony.

Ziva?

[BEEPING]

Damn it.

You didn't miss me. I'm right here.

So much for a face-to-face.

Thinking. That's dangerous.

This is good.

[POP MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS]

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

I know you like surprises.

Delilah. Hey.

I'm, uh, still recovering
from last night's surprise.

I should be at work. I can help.

Tim, you can't,
not until you're reinstated.

But this isn't right. There's agents
working around the clock.

I should call Vance.

Maybe Tony's heard something.

Look, I could get into a lot of trouble
for telling you this,

- but...
- But what?

More than one source of intel says
the device used wasn't Middle Eastern.

[WHISPERING]
It was American.

- Single individual or group?
- I don't know.

- I need to go.
- You don't even have a badge.

I can at least talk to Abby.

Okay, McGee, let's talk.

Abby. Hey.

You've met Delilah, right?

- Yes.
- Hi.

Uh, you want a coffee? Espresso?

So, McGee, I came down here
after last night's horror show

to make sure you're okay.

I had a feeling
that you wouldn't come in.

Well, Abby,
I'm not an agent anymore.

You'll always be an agent, McGee.

I also wanted to tell you
that Gibbs is headed out of town.

Out of town where?

Um...

[WHISPERING]
Can she be trusted?

I have a higher security clearance
than any of you.

So did Mata Hari.

- Abby.
- Okay.

Um, well, I'm gonna go back to work.

I've got a ton of evidence
from last night to go through.

But it was, um, nice to see you both.

Awkward.

Where would Gibbs be going?

Hey.

I was on my way to work.
Thought I'd stop by before you left.

You don't drive this way to work,
Leon.

The president said he'd be calling
Clayton's wife this morning.

I wanted to get there first.

Jarvis did the job proud.

He was a good boss.

Better friend.

Gibbs, I'm not sure
how much more of this I can take.

Drive to school, Leon.

Go hug your kids.

I'm concerned about your trip.

After what happened to SECNAV,
I'm tempted to ground you.

After what happened to SECNAV,
how can I stay?

Captain Wayne's informant
knows you're coming.

There's a C-130 fueled,
standing by.

You want anything
from the Tehran gift shop?

[CHUCKLES]

You watch your six.

[CHATTERING]

[BOTH SPEAK IN FARSl]

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[CLAMORING]

[GRUNTS]

[GUNFIRE]

Gibbs, get in. Come on.

- What are you doing here?
- I had miles about to expire.

These friends of yours?

Till my money runs out.

I knew when they got Jarvis,
you were next.

I wanted to call first,
but the phones aren't safe.

- Nothing is.
- Where are we going?

The next village over.

Call me crazy,
but I think you broke your cover.

You're in danger, Gibbs.

Came to save your life.

[CHATTERING]

PARSONS:
Your informant didn't show.

- That surprise you?
GIBBS: No.

Well, it certainly reinforces
my theory.

Your team knows too much.

About what?

Eli David and Arash Kazmi's death.

Nothing rattles cages more than a
couple of well-planned assassinations.

Everybody has something
to talk about.

- How do you fit in?
- If you're involved, I'd know about it.

To a fault.

You gotta keep in mind
I know my way around D.C. Politics.

But this is different.

The players are different.

And I'm positive
that NCIS is being set up.

Sending you out here
was not about Lieutenant McBride.

It was about separating you
from your team.

I reached out to one
of Lieutenant McBride's co-workers,

JSOC, in Iraq.

A Lieutenant Kagen.

I think we both might be interested
in what he has to say.

I don't get you.

I watched people die in that hotel.

If I've learned one thing, Gibbs,

it's that sometimes
people do the wrong thing

for the right reason.

Speak for yourself.

I am.

They were all out of apple fritters,
Mr. Palmer.

So you'll have to make do with this.

It's a bear claw.

[KEYBOARD CLICKING]

Where's Mr. Palmer? Who are you?

This room
is for authorized personnel only,

so unless I see some credentials,
I must insist...

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTING]

Who are you? Call security!

Who needs security?
Hmph. Tie him up.

[CHUCKLES]

[ROCK MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Sure I knew McBride.

We worked together on a few ops.

He's a good guy. How's he doing?

McBride's dead, lieutenant.

You already knew that.

It's classified, sir.
I'm not supposed to say anything.

I heard he died.
But what happened?

I was hoping you could tell us.

I'm sorry. I don't follow.

His last assignment.
How long was he here?

Twenty-four hours. Tops.

That's not a lot of time.

His mission was canceled.
He got orders to return stateside.

He was jazzed.
He wanted to get back to his wife.

We've all got family back home.

You see McBride board the plane
to go home, lieutenant?

No, sir. Just grabbed his gear
and got his ride back to the airfield.

Why?

All right, Kate, listen up.

The little girl down the hall
is gonna feed you while I'm gone.

I'll bring you something from Israel.

Don't give me the fish eye.

I know what I'm doing.

Well, maybe it's not the brightest idea,
but we're not co-workers anymore,

so all bets are off.

Where's that taxi?

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

A little impatient, aren't we?

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

[GUNSHOTS]

I appreciate it, sir, but there are rules
about drinking on the job.

New badge, new rules.

I need you to lay low
until we get a handle on this.

Well, I was just hanging out
in my apartment.

I can't lay a lot lower than that.

And you never saw the shooter?

Well, I was pretty busy
trying to keep my brain matter intact.

And you were on your way
to the airport.

- Personal trip.
- To Israel.

I'll travel for good hummus.

Does Agent David know
you've been delayed?

She does.

I also told McGee
to keep his eyes open.

We have a man in Interrogation.

Dr. Mallard found him
sniffing around,

knocked him out.

- Ducky did?
- Mm-hm.

KO with a full 10-count.

Finish your drink, Agent DiNozzo.

I'll have somebody come get you as
soon as your protection detail is ready.

Hmm. Sir, instead of wasting
Dorneget's time,

what if I just hang around here?

As a visitor,
doing purely visiting things.

We could use the company.

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

I must say, our victim appears
markedly smaller than he did

when Mr. Palmer and I
pummeled him into next week.

Today we met danger head-on,
Anthony,

and emerged victorious.

Is it me or does standing here
on the sidelines feel like...?

Torture.

I thought Vance said
he was headed straight in.

I'd like a few minutes
with this clown,

warm him up.

Without a badge?

I'm starting to miss that thing.

Building security has you signed in
as Victor Cheng.

Former computer specialist
with the FBI, is that true?

Money is better
in the private sector.

You were fired from the Bureau,

and yet someone granted you access
to my building. Why?

I got a call.

There's an NCIS ID
and 20K waiting in an envelope

if I sneak in here
to access your database.

Details about the shrapnel taken
from SECNAV.

I couldn't access it remotely
because, uh, some guy named McGee

built a firewall. Guess you agent types
are smarter than you look.

Who do you work for?

- I told you, I don't know.
- Koreans? Chinese?

I need an answer.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

What is it?

I'll be right there.

Leon, I made a new friend
along the way.

Enemies closer, Gibbs?

Well, Parsons is working for us
now.

Well, do tell.

There was no mission.

Lieutenant Chad McBride
was sent to Iran as a decoy.

PARSONS:
Director Vance, we believe

McBride returned to the United States
but not just his head.

All of him. Alive.

Someone wanted to make it look like
Iranians were responsible.

I know you're shorthanded,
but we need you to connect the dots.

I'll get Miss Sciuto on it. See if we can
pinpoint where McBride was killed.

- We're on the next transport home.
- Parsons too?

What do you want me to do,
leave him here?

[KEYBOARD CLICKING]

[TONY SNORING]

TONY:
Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it. Hmm?

[KEYBOARD
CONTINUES CLICKING]

Ziva, what, are you taking your
frustrations out on the poor little key...?

[CLICKING STOPS]

- You're not her.
- Uh, no, sir.

I am Murray.

Uh, it's nice to meet you,
former Agent DiNozzo.

PALMER: He's the new IT guy.
Works with Kevin.

This is a very weird dream.

You're wide awake, Tony,

and you're just in time
to see the second string

- in full effect.
- Excuse me?

I suppose there are people

that would be considered
more of a second string.

But Murray just joined
the IT Department,

and I took the liberty
of mastering the clicker.

Well, show me what you got,
autopsy gremlin.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

PALMER: Murray managed to confirm
the intruder's story.

Victor Cheng was recently fired from
the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Nice typeface.
He already told us that.

I know. But thanks to Murray,
we know exactly when and why. Go.

Uh, 2010, uh, Cheng was caught
moonlighting as a hack for hire.

I am currently trying to find out
who gave him an NCIS ID.

Hold on.
Are you not using contractions?

- Pardon?
- Eh. All right, what else?

Someone has been trying to crack
NCIS's private files from the outside.

I don't like the swirly font.

I can read, Palmer.

Whoever they are already accessed
our cell-phone data.

Which files were compromised?

It looks like they were mostly after
former personnel.

Get me coffee.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Tony, hey. I'm heading over to NCIS.
Where are you?

I'm already here. I spent the night.

- Huh. Just like old times, huh?
- Listen, they're tracking your cell.

Ditch it. Get a cab.

Copy that.

[TIRES SCREECH]

Oh, boy.

Whoa!

McGee, get in the car.

Fornell, this isn't about your ex-wife,
is it?

Just get in the damn car.

We got him. We're on our way.

[DOOR CLOSES]

A hell of a place for a meeting.
Who lives like this? Martha Stewart?

Heh. Well, the towels are Martha.
That's it.

Tony, what happened?

Tim, I decided to remodel.
I'm going mid-century mob hit.

Gibbs walked into a trap.

DiNozzo almost got killed.

Special Agent Fornell has offered
to enlighten us on recent events.

You ever hear of a terrorist wack job
named Benham Parsa?

What kind of name is that?

FORNELL:
He's a young extremist.

He just claimed responsibility
for killing SECNAV.

Parsa is the son of slain parents
from Karachi, Pakistan.

He's still a kid. He's ticked off.

No fear. Scary because he really
doesn't give a damn.

Parsa started a new terrorist cell.

About a year ago,

we got wind that he was brokering
private business deals

between terrorists
and U.S. Companies.

What kind of deals?

FORNELL:
Well, every year, billions are spent

rebuilding damage
done by criminal acts.

Blow something up,
boost the economy.

More new jobs in construction,
security.

And who is Parsa reaching out to
to help make these deals?

A handful of American
business types.

- Traitors.
- MBAs and bad guys

working together.

We're all searching for names.

Planned destruction can close
some very, very sweet deals.

Somebody's gotta rebuild.

Gordon Gekko meets bin Laden.

Why target NCIS?

Because they don't think
you'll play ball.

They're right.

Does Homeland know about this?

From day one, director.

Leon, come in.

Did you hear? I'm keeping my leg.

Tell me you didn't know anything
about Benham Parsa.

It's all tragic. Reprehensible.

So you knew
about the business deals?

There's no proof of any transactions.
It's all hearsay.

There's nothing to link anyone
to anything.

Tom, tell me you didn't set
this whole thing in motion.

For heaven's sakes, Leon,
look at me.

I've dedicated my life to this country.

I know the lines get blurred
sometimes,

but I would never condone
an attack.

There's a lot of money in play.

How dare you make that accusation.

Somebody's trying
to wipe out my team.

They tried to kill me too.

Tom, tell me right now,
who's their next target?

It's Ziva David.

Eli knew too much.
They think she does too.

McGEE: I just sent
a secure e-mail to Mossad

in case Ziva shows up there.

How do we know the cell
isn't monitoring everything we send?

We don't.
Assume it's all been compromised.

Knowing Ziva, she'll still go under.

She has to.

Well, well. How was the desert?

They say it's a dry heat.

- Welcome back.
GIBBS: What have we got?

The usual. World went to hell
while you were gone.

I've got sniper slugs
in my living room.

The Duckman found a rat in his lab,
and there's a terrorist named Parsa...

- I know all that.
- Of course, you do.

- What don't you know?
- Where's Ziva?

Israel. Off the grid for now.

McGEE: I'm trying to establish
a protected e-mail account

so we can communicate securely
overseas.

Yeah, he's okay.
Working with us now.

It's nice to see that you guys are alive
and well.

Look, I'm sorry about the, um...

BOTH [IN UNISON]:
I want my badge back.

Yeah, I can understand that.

Not a problem,
now that the case is, uh, dismissed.

- I'll talk with Director Vance about it.
- Thank you, Dick.

So, what did you find out
about the Iranian head games?

Lieutenant wasn't killed in Iran.

Uh, yeah, we found out that, uh,
Lieutenant McBride was given orders

redirecting him to United States
and walked into a trap.

His head was mailed to his house
via a Middle Eastern detour,

and toss in a little radioactivity...

I'm so glad that you're here.

Someone went to great lengths

to make it look like
Iran was responsible for this.

So who actually killed him?

Same people that want us dead.

Local cell. Guns for hire.

Find them. Go.

I don't care if you're dirty or sweaty
or tired or you smell like the inside

- of a cargo plane.
- Yeah, but I do. Come on.

Results
of Lieutenant McBride's head.

Gibbs, look out!

PARSONS: It was getting
uncomfortable in the squad room,

but I can see it's not much better
down here.

The nerve of that creep.
He just thinks he can...

- He can go anywhere and...
- Abby.

- Yes?
- Test results.

- But they're in the other room.
- Yeah. And?

And he is in the other room.

Unless something has changed,
I am not going in there with him.

I mean, something would have
to have drastically changed.

Like if he saved my life?

- Yeah, like that's gonna happen. Heh.
- Heh, heh.

- Yeah.
- I mean, if he did,

then, of course, I'm glad.

But I mean,
he hasn't redeemed himself, has he?

Fine. But I still don't like him.

[DOOR BEEPS]

- Thank you, Gibbs. Abby...
- No talking, you.

So I ran the sand grains

from McBride's hair
and nose and ears,

and they're not all
from Afghanistan or Iran.

No, they're from the U.S.

No.

Both.
Some grains were Middle Eastern

and the others were
from the Sonoran Desert.

It's a big place.

Mm-hm. It extends from California
to Arizona and into Mexico.

But based on toxicology results,

the water in his system,
and minerals in his blood,

and the pollutants
that were in his windpipe...

No, no. Trace amounts like that
would be so small

you couldn't possibly determine

- exactly where...
- Best guess.

McBride was murdered and beheaded
in the Copper State.

Arizona.

Thanks, Ab.

If Ziva's in trouble,
a badge might come in handy.

If you know how to get it to her,
I'm game.

Well, even if someone
could contact her,

who would she trust? Shmeil?

Well, the Man of Shmeil's
showing his age, McGee.

She won't risk exposing him.

You have another option,
Agent DiNozzo?

Let me get this right, DiNozzo.

You want me to track down
a former Mossad operative

who's been trained to disappear?

TONY:
She's also a former U.S. Federal agent

who's recently been
under intense scrutiny.

And you want me to find her

without letting anyone else know
that I'm looking?

Well, sure.

Because if you lead the wrong people
in her direction,

you might get her killed.

That part you made quite clear.

- Do we have a problem, Adam?
- No.

I'm merely surprised
that you would trust me

with such responsibility.

I thought you did not like me.

I don't.

But Ziva trusts you,
so I'm gonna have to.

I'll do what I can.

- Hard to know who to trust anymore.
- Has it ever been easy, Tobias?

Hell, no.

But with big business profiting
from acts of terror...

- It's like Chicago, Capone in the '20s.
- Yeah.

Well, they caught Capone.

That make you feel any better?

- No, it doesn't.
- Heh.

Our headless lieutenant
was ordered to Iran

only to have his orders canceled
without any record of it.

Who better to do that

- than his commanding officer?
- Than his commanding officer.

McGee.
Captain Dominick Wayne, JSOC.

- Financial records.
- On it.

All right, got Captain Wayne's
bank statements up.

- What am I looking for?
- Temptation.

Payoffs
for throwing McBride under the bus,

sending Gibbs into a desert trap.

No unusual activity or deposits.

Appears our captain
is a typical government employee.

Broke.

Well, maybe
he didn't change the orders.

- We could be wrong.
- Wanna find out?

- Yeah.
- McGee.

How's your handwriting?

Honey, you got something
to light these with?

MRS. WAYNE:
Mm-hm.

MRS. WAYNE: Who's that?
- Why don't you take care of it?

- I'll be right back.
- Okay.

Gentlemen, must be important
for you to come all the way out here.

We're having cake in just a minute.
It might make it worth your while.

So would the truth, captain.

Tell us about Lieutenant
Chad McBride's orders in Iran.

More specifically,
his orders to come home.

Come home?
What are you talking about?

He came home in a box. It was
your job to find out who put him there.

You did.

You know, it's against regulations
for military personnel

to tell their loved ones
their orders changed.

I used to write my wife anyway.

So did, uh, Chad McBride.

FORNELL:
Just came in the mail today.

"Thought you should know,
I talked to Captain Wayne.

He changed my orders.

You can stop worrying."

Little did he know
you set him up to be executed.

I didn't know
they were gonna kill him.

I wouldn't have made that call.

Who paid you?

Where's the money?

They didn't offer me any money.

They offered pictures

of my infidelity.

- Blackmail.
FORNELL: Another Capone tactic.

I couldn't let them take all this away.

Them?

I got a call
to change McBride's orders.

Another to send Agent Gibbs
to Iran.

But I don't know who it was.

I'll give you my phone records,
anything.

Including my resignation.

And don't forget your prison time
and your court martial, captain.

I'm sorry.

Tell it to McBride's wife.

Special Agent Gibbs,
I want you to meet Tomas Mendez.

He's on the board
of the Public Anti-Terrorism Coalition.

MENDEZ: The coalition helps facilitate
cooperation

between private businesses
and government agencies

- in the fight against terror.
- What brings you here, Mr. Mendez?

Tomas was working closely
with Homeland.

They were monitoring Parsa
and the new terror cell.

MENDEZ:
Parsa's hard to pin down.

This was taken
by a surveillance camera

in one of my apartment buildings
in Miami.

As part of the coalition initiatives,

all of my building security cameras
are linked with government lists,

and his face flagged.

We had been working
with Homeland,

since Morrow was injured,
we thought we'd reach out to you.

It's best we're all on the same page.

You own any property in Arizona,
Mr. Mendez?

Beautiful state.

Why?

We think
whoever is calling the shots

has a cell working there.

We could use your help.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

Are you getting out or what?

Well, actually,
I was coming to find you.

If you're going down,
I can tag along. If that's okay.

[CHUCKLES]

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

[ELEVATOR POWERS DOWN]

Okay, look, you may not like me
or what I do...

Whatever gave you that impression?

- But when I investigate someone,
I do it very well.

Well, then you and I
have something in common.

- What's this?
- It's a peace offering, of sorts.

Eli David owns a farmhouse
outside of Yavne'el.

It's his safe house.

It's under a false name,
I don't think anyone knows about it.

Except maybe Ziva.

Hmm. And a slimy Beltway lawyer.

That makes total sense to me.

Look, you're grasping at straws.

You're looking for her. I know you.

Then you know I have to vet this file.

I would hope so,

or I'll start to think
you actually trust me.

[PARSONS SIGHS]

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

FORNELL:
I'm not gonna kiss you good night.

GIBBS:
What?

Why are you walking me to my car?

Are we breaking up?

If I could, I would.
Unfortunately, I trust you.

Well, feeling's mutual,
so there you go.

Somebody's gotta slay the dragons,
might as well be us.

GIBBS:
Mm-hm.

Look, if this is gonna turn
into a proposal,

I'm just not ready.

How long did you know
NCIS was in danger

before you stepped in?

As soon as I found out
some jackass was hiring turncoats,

I came to you.

And I can only hope
that you'd do the same if it was me.

No matter how this unfolds, Tobias,
I got your back.

During the blitz,
children were given little white flags

to mark the positions
of any unexploded incendiary bombs.

Seems like just
building a victory garden

would have been
far less dangerous.

DUCKY:
But not nearly so rewarding.

End of the war,
I had a terrific shrapnel collection.

It was better than cash
in the school playground.

I could even identify
many of the pieces.

I'm hoping you still can, Duck.

Uh, well, you're in luck, Jethro.

With the aid
of Abby's chemical analysis

and Timothy's database,

we have done just that.

Times have changed
since you were 5.

Not as much as you might think.

By using the same methods
that Ducky used when he was a child,

ID'ing metal types
and manufacturing marks,

we can link the shrapnel
removed from SECNAV Jarvis

and others
to devices that were used in the past.

A trigger used twice in Yemen.

Plastic explosive used by a white
supremacy group in South Dakota.

Times have changed.
People, not so much.

But the majority of links
were on the casing itself.

- Bike?
ABBY: Yep.

Somebody filled all of the empty tubing
on a mountain bike

with the contents from a pipe bomb.

Hell of a signature.

McGEE:
And it's a signature we have on file.

It belongs to a soldier-of-fortune group
the FBI's been tracking

called The Brotherhood of Doubt.

No doubt made up of people
who have little faith

in the country
that protects their inalienable rights.

- Where?
- Yuma.

- Arizona.
- That's good work, guys.

Hey, Tobias, come on back.
You're not going home yet.

AGENT 1:
Clear!

AGENT 2:
Clear!

Lieutenant McBride.

Got C-4 and detonators.

Photos of their targets.

GIBBS:
Mr. Mendez.

Agent Gibbs. I have a feeling
this is not a coincidence.

I need you to come with me.

Get you someplace safe.

Ziva.

ADAM [OVER VIDEO]:
Your information was correct, Tony.

Ziva was here.

- But she's gone.
- What happened?

Well, as you can see,
clearly there was a struggle.

Three men are dead.
We will get them identified.

How do you know it was Ziva?

Because she told us.

[SIGHS]

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

Talk to me, Ziva.

Where are you?
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