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Hey.

Oh, damn. You scared me.

Thought you might
be the girls.

- They're not here yet?
- No.

No, but they will be.

Man, I knew
they'd blow us off.

Nobody's blowing us off.

If the girls said they're
coming, they're coming.

- Don't worry.
- You're sure no one's home?

Yeah.

Yeah, I've been
scouting this yard for days.

All right,
the guy must be out of town.

I hope so.

Uh, how hot's his tub?

Uh, he keeps it at 102.

Think maybe that's too hot?

Not for me.

Hell with it. Right?

Yeah.

Ready?

♪ NCIS 16x02 ♪
Love Thy Neighbor
Original Air Date on October 2, 2018

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Think I got everything
you asked for.

Your notebooks, spare keys,

and a PalmPilot?

That's a little embarrassing.

There are a few old numbers
that I have yet to transfer.

Thank you, Jack.

Uh-huh.

You don't want to stick around?

No. I'm gonna spend every second
of my admin leave

with my kids.
- Amen to that.

How you holding up?
I'm okay.

Considering. How about you?

Best I've been in months, so...

And amen to that.
Mm.

Morning.

- What up, my dude?
- Hey, morning.

Sure you don't want
to just say hello?

No, not today.

I, um...

Oh, come on, no.

Oh, man.

Although things do seem
to be back to normal.

I stepped
on my favorite shades.

Are you serious?

- Normal. Right.
- Right.

Keep holding down the fort,
Jack, thank you.

Oh, man.

How could I be so stupid?

You're not stupid.

Accidents happen.
They're just sunglasses.

They're not just sunglasses.

Well, I'm sure you can fix 'em.
Or, you know, buy another pair.

There is no other pair, McGee.

They're just so cool,
you know? They...

they fit my perfectly
symmetrical face so right.

- Okay, then.
- Okay, nothing.

Got a dead body in Springfield.

Stupid boots.

You gonna be okay?

Perfect.

You heard him.

- He's perfect.
- Perfect.

- Got it.
- Uh, sure, thank you.

Thank you.
Couple of teens

from the next cul-de-sac over

found the body
just after midnight.

No ID yet,
but the house is being rented

to a Navy Lieutenant
Davis Mooney.

And, um, apparently
it's pretty ugly in there.

Like we haven't seen ugly.

No, ugly never smelled
like that. Mm-mm.

Hey, didn't we have
another hot tub call

about ten years ago? Gah.

Mm-mm. Forget that gurney.

- I am gonna need buckets.
- Torres,

check the house. Bishop,
McGee, see who knows what.

Ugh, okay.

That poor, sweet man.

He only moved in a
month or two ago.

So you didn't
know him well?

Well...

not for lack of trying.

As a fellow divorcée, you know,

I tried to make
him feel welcome.

But he kept to himself
mostly... sadly.

I've lived here a long time.

Never seen
anything like it.

First the burglary at the
Reynolds' place, and now this?

What's the neighborhood
coming to?

Down the toilet, I'd say.

At least put some pants on,
Edgar.

Okay, so it was your house

that was burglarized
two weeks ago?

Yeah. It was Gary
who called the police.

We weren't even home
at the time.

- Mm.
- No, but just think if we had been.

'Cause that could've
been us.

I wish we could be
more help, but, um...

we got a game.
- Well, appreciate your time.

If you can think of anything
else, give us a call.

Appreciate your time.

- Thank you.
- Don't mention it.

If you can think
of anything else...

Thank you.

Thank you.
...give us a call.

Agent Gibbs, I'm gonna need
some help back here.

Why are you giving me gloves?

What? Are you out
of your damn mind?

This is too disgusting
to be doing in broad daylight.

I'm not even sure it's
gonna work, anyway.

Palmer, how long
has he been in there?

Hard to say, Agent Gibbs.

I mean, a submerged body
is one thing,

but, uh, the-the timer
came on each night

and turned on the Jacuzzi
and the heater,

which only accelerated
the decomp.

Yeah, that's what
it smells like.

Check this out.

This is a Navy ring.

Has the initials D.M.

- As in Davis Mooney.
- Well, that's a tentative ID

until I get him back to autopsy.

- I wonder what else is down there.
- There's a lot of chunks

floating around down there,
I can tell you that.

- Did you have to tell me that?
- Yeah, that's way more than I needed.

- Yeah, me, too.
- Me, three.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where's everybody going?

Well, it was definitely
a robbery,

so, uh, I was gonna keep
searching the house.

Uh, and I was gonna go help him.

And I was gonna go
maybe throw up a little bit.

Torres, go finish up inside.

McGee, you got to throw up,
go throw up.

Bishop,
call the evidence garage.

- Get a flatbed down here.
- Flatbed truck?

- A flatbed truck with a crane.
- For one body?

And the tub.
We're taking the tub back.

I'm sorry.

The whole tub?

Do you know
what that must weigh?

Uh, tub's, what, 500 pounds?

Water's eight pounds a gallon.

- Yeah, it's a lot of water.
- It's a lot of evidence.

- Boss...
- McGee...

would you rather dig
through the chum with Palmer?

Hey, uh, Nick, do
you know if we...?

Don't touch me.

- I'm not touching, I'm talking.
- Don't talk.

Don't even breathe.

I think this might
actually work.

Give me an update.

Can I breathe now?

Superglue, my ass.

Please don't.

ID is still
preliminary,

but we believe the victim

is Lieutenant Davis Mooney.

35 years old. Recently
divorced. No kids.

Active duty since '09

and now a public affairs officer
and part-time writer

for the Navy Herald.
- Motive?

Robbery gone wrong.
His place was tossed.

The power cords left behind
indicate that...

Indicate what, Torres?

That Mooney's,
uh, laptop was taken.

As well as
a home surveillance DVR.

Same with the previous break-in
at the Reynolds'.

- Their nanny cam was stolen, as well.
- Yeah.

Whoever robbed these
houses, definitely a pro.

- And now a murderer.
- Find the ex-wife.

Talk to the Navy Herald.

Glue boy, try turpentine.

Oh, great. Who's got turpentine?

I've got nail polish remover.

Ooh, I do, too.

Would that work?

This has got to be a first.

Perhaps for you, dear Kasie,

but it is our second
hot tub-related death

in recent memory.

Uh, trust me, Doctor.

This one?
Nothing like the first.

Ooh, okay. I have to admit
to some morbid curiosity.

I mean, word gets around

about the most disgusting
body find

in NCIS history,
a girl's got to see it.

I should really refer you

to the most notorious
of our cases,

The Meat Puzzle.

Yes, I found it
truly fascinating.

Others, utterly revolting.

Yeah, and with a name
like Meat Puzzle,

I don't even want to a...

My God.

It's a slow cooker.

I think we did a great job
getting it here so neatly.

Yeah, in a manner of speaking.

This is worse than
The Meat Puzzle.

What it is, is one big,
disgusting crime scene.

Huh? I mean, look at this.
There's clues inside and out.

Might I suggest, Doctor, that
we start by removing the body?

Hmm, and then drain and strain
the water for the smaller bits?

Oh, yeah, then we can
take the tub apart

and check the filter.

You know, it might be easier

if we harvest the larger pieces
by hand.

You know what? I'm, um...

I'm gonna go dig up
those strainers.

And maybe a gas mask.

You really had to say "harvest"?

Yeah.

Hey. So, the editor
at the Navy Herald

was lovely but not much help.

Mooney was a good guy
and a great writer,

but she hadn't seen him

since he took leave last month
to focus on his book.

- What book?
- Again, no details.

And there's no
files for us to check?

No, not
at their office.

Apparently, he worked strictly
from his laptop.

The laptop we don't have.

But the killer now does.

Special Agent McGee.

All right, thank you.
Thank you very much.

I've tracked down Mooney's
ex-wife through her church.

They said she was
in Puerto Rico.

- And who said that tape would work?
- They're sunglasses.

Why are you still
beating yourself up?

Do you have anyone else
I could beat up?

Okay.

So, Mooney's ex-wife.
Puerto Rico?

She's on a relief mission,
but she's in an area

that still has no electricity.

But the church is gonna get
the message to her now.

Well, that was interesting.

So, one of the neighbors, Loni,

suddenly has a theory
about the murder.

I had a feeling
about those neighbors.

Well, so does Loni,
apparently. She insisted

I not let the others know
she called.

"Don't tell
the other neighbors."

That's what she said.

What? Uh, no.

That's what Kenna Reynolds
just texted me.

The soccer mom.
She wants to talk.

Oh, this is getting good.

Two new witnesses,
just like that.

Make that three?

I didn't give out
any of my cards.

Oh, I did. Sorry.
Ran out of mine.

Special Agent Torres.

Well, so much for us
not telling the neighbors.

All right, how are we gonna
do this thing again?

Well, I guess let's
divide and conquer

and compare
notes after.

- Ooh.
- Oh, yeah.

Huh.

Now it's a block party.

Which one called
you, Gibbs?

- Not one. Three.
- Suddenly,

the whole neighborhood's
got a story to tell.

A dynamic
I just couldn't resist.

- And what dynamic is that?
- Cul-de-sacs

are a psychological gold mine--

test labs for tribal behaviors,

complete with alliances,
betrayals, intrigue.

Sounds more like one
of those survival shows.

Uh... guys.

I think this show

already started.

Nothing creepy about this
at all.

Are you the jealous type,
Agent McGee?

Uh... no. Uh,
why don't we...?

Because I might know
who is.

Those soccer parents
across the way?

Shh. Don't look.

Just between us,

I saw Kenna making eyes at the
new neighbor a few weeks back,

and it seems to me,
if Dan is the jealous type...

Are you suggesting that Dan
killed Lieutenant Mooney?

No. No.

I'm not suggesting anything.

That's...

It's just that people are
complicated, you know?

Well, just pick anybody
on the block.

That nosy neighbor Gary--
he never liked Mooney, either.

- Why is that?
- Now, don't...

Don't look.

I don't know exactly.

Something in his quiet demeanor
that just made Gary crazy.

Much the way that your...
brooding masculinity

is making me a little short
of breath and light-headed.

Loni, do you have
any actual information?

Is that a wedding band?

Poor, lonely Loni.

I just knew she had a thing
for that Navy man.

How much
of a thing?

Nothing too Fatal Attraction.

But as another
strong, silent type,

you might want
to steer clear of her.

And you said
you witnessed the murder?

Not exactly.

But I did witness the Reynolds'
burglary two weeks ago,

and it's got to be
the same guy, right?

Dan and Kenna were out
with the kids

at some game or practice
or whatever they do,

while Darrin Stephens and I

were making our usual
Neighborhood Watch rounds,

when all of a sudden,
we saw a flashlight beam

bouncing around
inside their windows.

Darrin Stephens?
Wasn't that the name

of the husband on Bewitched?

The first Darrin, yes.

Not that goofy second one.

Anyway, just as I was
calling 911,

this man suddenly ran
out their side door,

hopped their backyard fence,
and disappeared into the night.

Did you or Darrin Stephens get
a good look at this guy or not?

Not his face, but his form.

Tall, trim, athletic.

Can't say who it was exactly,
but I have some ideas.

How much time do you both have?

I couldn't say this earlier,

but you should know
that our neighbors are...

oh, shall we say
a tad colorful?

Yeah, that's one way
of putting it.

How colorful are we talking?

Look, um, we're grateful
that Gary was, you know,

watching our house,
but it's like

no one can make
a move around here

without someone commenting.

More of a balance
would be nice, you know,

between friendliness and
folks minding their business.

So, do you guys have
any new information?

Well...

it's not new, and I hate
to say it, but Edgar--

bathrobe guy--
you know, as you may

have guessed--
he's not a good neighbor.

Doesn't make him a killer, babe.

No. Did I say that he was?

- No, you didn't say it.
- You said

you had new
information, Edgar.

That don't sound
like new information.

You want new, agent?

I think Mooney was up
to something.

Really? Why is that?

The way he'd always
be looking around

and real sneaky-like.

Like when he'd take out
his garbage or mow his lawn.

Oh, is that two activities
you have no concept of?

Why you got
to be so rude?

Rude?! You know what's rude?

Your car, your garage,

this lawn.
That's rude.

Your neighbors keep their lawns
nice and clean. So should you.

Torres?

The social contract--
they clean, you clean.

Torres, now.

Put some clothes on.

Nobody want to see that.

Seems all they want

- to do is point fingers.
- Yeah, Kenna Reynolds

wasn't kidding. That is
one wacky cul-de-sac.

Oh, wacky
or increasingly common?

I wouldn't go that far, but...

Uh, should I get it?
Where is Nick?

He's in the doghouse with Ducky.

So, anyway,

neighbors acting
less than neighborly end up

with no shortage of false
assumptions about each another.

Uh, it's Mooney's ex-wife.

Flying back from Puerto Rico,
changing planes

in Miami now.
I can patch her through to MTAC.

Okay. Let's go.

Got you.

We found a tattoo on his arm

that helped confirm
the lieutenant's ID.

And based on the size
of these fly larvae,

I'd put time of death
at about two weeks.

With this level
of decomposition,

the cause of death will be
difficult to determine.

Right. Of course.

Are you all right, Nick?

After seeing that,
not especially.

Here.

Take a seat. Sit down.

You, uh, walk around with that
thing in your pocket all day?

Since my myocardial infarction,
absolutely.

Look, I know Gibbs thinks that
there's something up with me,

but I'm fine, really.
- Mm-hmm.

- What?
- You do look a tad pallid.

Oh, be quiet, Palmer.

- What's "pallid"?
- Pallid-- pale, devoid of sparkle.

But I think
you're plenty sparkly.

Yes, well, this isn't
sparkly, Kasie.

This is 140/90.

Is that, uh, high
or something?

For a man
in your physical condition, yes.

What I prescribe for you,
young man, is a rest.

- Ducky, rest? Oh, no, man.
- Mm-hmm.

I was thinking more
like a night out.

You know, blow
off some steam,

get a couple of beers.

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

- You do what?
- Remember, Doctor?

I wa... I was just
telling you that

while Breena and
Victoria are out of town,

I could really
use a night out.

You know?

Cut loose.

Oh, yes. Loose.

Indeed.

Now, Nick, I don't
know about beer,

but how do you
feel about wine?

Holy cause of death,

Batman!

Could this be our culprit?

I'd been planning to fly home
to see Davis next week.

We only split up six months ago.

I missed him.

What broke you up,
Mrs. Mooney?

Typical stuff.

No communication.

Mostly when it came to his book.

It's all he could think of,

but God forbid
he'd discuss it with me.

For my own protection, he'd say.

What was his book about?

It's all in there
in-in his laptop.

Didn't you find it?

No, it was taken
during the robbery.

Oh, no.

I warned him.

You warned him?

I don't think
that was a robbery.

He must have been getting
too close.

Too close to what?

My husband was writing about
this string of unsolved murders

by a killer they called
The Dentist.

I remember that case.
It was from several years back.

But it was like yesterday
to Davis.

His own cousin was one
of the victims.

...Flight 721
to Dulles International Airport.

And that's my connecting flight.

I got to go.

Oh, you go ahead.

We'll check in with you
again tomorrow.

The Dentist?

He claimed nine victims

throughout the Northeast
over a six-year span.

Last murder was
seven years ago.

And I didn't realize
they never caught the guy.

Lieutenant Mooney's cousin
Pamela was victim number five.

She was found stabbed
to death in a quarry

in Erie,
Pennsylvania, 2009.

Which would make his
book very personal.

They found a possible
murder weapon--

a tip of a box cutter.

Kasie's processing it now.

Dentist use a box cutter?

His M.O. ran the gamut.

Stabbing, shooting,
strangulation.

- Did you say "Dentist"?
- Yup.

Named by authorities due
to his signature move--

taking a tooth from each
of his victims as a trophy.

Yeah, I'll catch
you up, Nick.

By tomorrow morning,
we're all gonna catch up.

Every clue, every suspect,
every detail.

You ready to tear up the town,
Nick?

Cannot wait.

Hold on. What are you
two gonna tear up?

Agent Torres and I are just
headed out

to blow off a little steam,
you know?

Just us dudes.

Ducky's orders, Gibbs.
It's all good.

Yeah.

I mean, how much trouble
could they get into, right?

So, uh, Jimmy,

this is you, huh?

This is, uh,
you tearing up the town?

Look, man, I call
this relaxing,

therapeutic, creative.

And you have to admit,

the wine is pretty good.

Wow.

God, this is what marriage does
to you.

Yeah. Isn't it great?

Yup. But look at your apple.

I mean, that thing-- that looks
good enough to eat, man.

Uh, Myrna, I need

a refill.

This ain't no saloon, pal.

Yeah, you can
say that again.

Ain't no cantina, either.

Great texture-building
on both paintings, gentlemen.

Very nice.

Ah, shucks, Myrna. It's the
wine doing all the painting.

I am merely along
for the ride.

Oh, brother.

Well, you two
are natural artists.

Nothing natural
about 'em.

Hey, yo.

I like to laugh.

What's so funny over there?

We ain't talking
to you... amigo.

Oh, now it's,
uh, "amigo"?

Hey, it means
"friend," don't it?

Not the way you say it.

Nick, just... let it go.

Yeah, Nick,
let it go.

Listen to your boyfriend, Nick.

You might
live longer.

Boyfriend?

Look, it's...
We-we get it.

It's funny.

They think that we're a
couple, and it's-it's...

You don't want to
know what I think.

Okay, for your
information...

Jimmy.

So, um,

what if we are a couple?

What business
is it to you?

Yeah, that's right.

What's it to you?

Gentlemen, please.

No, Myrna, no worries.

'Cause we're gonna
take this outside.

Outside where you can run?

Or you girls could
just run along.

- The only place we're running to...
- Is right over you.

Gentlemen,
let's all stay calm now.

All right!

Throw me that.

Enough!

I'm gonna rip
your head off.

Butterfly, bee.

Assault, destruction
of property.

What are you gonna tell Breena?

Tell her we had
no choice.

No, we had a choice.

That was dumb.

Or maybe this is just
what we needed.

Oh, Agent Gibbs.

Hey, thanks for coming
to get us.

Did we get you up?

It's 3:00 a.m.
in the morning.

Of course we did.

Gosh, I-I'm sorry about that,

but, uh, you'd have done
the same thing.

- These guys...
- Go home, Palmer.

Get some sleep.

Sleep? Right.

Like that's possible.

Hey, um, don't be mad at Jimmy.

Get your act together.

Okay.

- I screwed up.
- No, not okay.

Guys with your skill set
can't get in bar fights.

- It was not a bar.
- Stop.

We'll talk in the morning.

You got arrested
for fighting?

At a painting workshop?

What? Did it make
the morning news?

No, no. Palmer got here early
to share the details.

Look, he even
brought doughnuts.

Oh, wow.

I've created a monster.

I don't know. Palmer said
the guys you fought

were the real monsters.

- More like dinosaurs, but still.
- Nick.

Seriously, you okay?

I'm fine. This is nothing.

- Update.
-Look, uh, Gibbs, uh...

No. Not now. Update.

So, I, uh, researched
The Dentist's last victim.

Murdered seven years ago
in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware,

which led police to a suspect,

Lewis Dacey, childhood friend
of the victim.

Now, police worked to build
a case against him,

but no charges
could ever be filed.

Now, the name sounded
familiar to me,

so I went through Mooney's
phone records again.

Turns out just two weeks ago,
Mooney placed a call

to an L. Dacey
in Towson, Maryland.

Well, no such thing
as a coincidence.

And what were you doing while
they were figuring all this out?

Okay, I got it.
Get Dacey in here.

Look, uh, Gibbs,
I sincerely apologize.

So, uh, can we have
the talk now?

- No. We are not having a talk.
- We're not?

Uh, Agent Torres.

Good morning.

Come on up-- Ooh.

Grab me a sprinkle doughnut
if you don't mind.

Bye-bye.

This is crazy.

Sloane, I already said
I'm sorry.

Come on, Nick.

We all saw you last night
planning to tear up the town.

Was it a fight
you were looking for?

No, that fight found us.

Of course.

You found each other.

And now you're
just apologizing

Don't be passing judgment'
over here.

I recall a little bar fight that
you got into not too long ago.

One, I'm not judging.

Two, that was definitely
apples and oranges.

And three, it kind of makes me
uniquely qualified

to ask what's really
bugging you.

Fine.

You know what I'm really
sick and tired of?

-Hmm?
- Why are people so damn mean?

Petty.

From those neighbors
in their cul-de-sac

to those clowns last night,

everyone just seems to be...
angrier.

And saying terrible things
that they've never said before.

Fear and anxiety are
at an all-time high.

Between politics
and social media...

Why can't people just be nicer
to each other?

Like you were last night.

Oh, yeah, well,
not to those idiots.

As much as we'd all like to,
we can't just go around

punching people
into being nicer.

Why not?

I can be like the...

the kindness bully.

But first maybe try to be
a little kinder to yourself.

Because, usually,

underneath that sort
of anger and rage,

is a lot of pain. I know.

Whatever.

- Don't blow me off.
- I'm not blowing you off,

but you're just getting
all touchy-feely.

I know there's something
deeper going on.

No.

There is not.

I got into a fight,
that is it.

Stop trying to make it
into something that it isn't.

If you don't like it,
just send me home.

Fine. Go home.

You can't send me home.

Oh, I believe I just did.

- Sloane cannot send me home.
- Oh, yeah.

She can. So can I.

Gibbs.

You got arrested, Nick.

It's not nothing.

You don't want to
talk to Jack, fine.

Go home.

I was hoping you had good news.

Like you caught The Dentist?

Well, maybe we have.

And the nightmare
continues.

This thing has ruined my life,
you know.

Dental school dropout,

childhood friend
of the last victim.

That's all they had.

But accused is as good
as convicted.

Hard to scrub "suspected serial
killer" from my profile.

This has cost me
girlfriends, bank loans,

my job.

Let's talk about this man.

Mooney.

- What about him?
- He called you

about two weeks ago?
- Yeah.

Never thought I'd be happy
to hear from that guy.

You had several conversations

with him over
the last year or so.

Interviews for his book.

But unlike this last call,
he wasn't buying my story

back then.
- Your story?

He always talked to me
like I was guilty.

Like I was The Dentist.

And this last call?

I got an apology.

Said he finally believed me.

I can't tell you what a relief
it is to have just one person...

I'm sorry.

Why now?

I mean, what do you think
changed his mind?

Mooney was sure he was
closing in on the real killer.

He told me he moved to, uh,
some neighborhood recently

where he thought
the real Dentist

was living
a whole new life.

Did he say who it was?

He wouldn't.

No, but-but he said
he was getting close.

But why ask me?

Wh-What does Mooney have
to say about this?

Well, he's not
your man, Jethro.

Either Dacey's one hell
of a liar...

He couldn't be.

What are the chances
we all believed him?

Especially amongst
this cast of oddballs.

Not one of them looks
like a serial killer.

What does a serial
killer look like?

Excuse me, agents.

I didn't know
where else to go.

Uh, Mrs. Mooney, we
would have come to you.

This couldn't wait.

When I got home, I started going
through old mail,

and found this from Davis.

Postmarked two weeks ago.

He knew I'd been planning
to fly home, so...

"Welcome home. Please hold
on to this for safekeeping.

I'll explain when I see you."

Hold on to what?

What's in there?

I was hoping you could tell me.

Can't quite describe it myself.

Okay.

- Small wooden box.
- Kind of pretty.

Not so pretty.

Even before we get DNA results,

I'm willing to bet almost
anything, these came

from nine different people.
- And whoever The Dentist is,

this box is like
his Holy Grail.

What was Mooney doing
with it?

What if he was
The Dentist all along,

just writing the book to throw
everyone off his trail?

Not bad, but why
would he write it now?

Oh, yeah, true.
After all these years.

My money is still
on Bathrobe Edgar.

It's like he wants
to stand out,

begging to-to be caught.

Am I right?

His last kill, how many years
ago was that?

- Seven.
- Okay, a serial killer--

what would it take to make

a serial killer stop cold
turkey, just like that?

Most case studies point
to a change in lifestyle:

death, illness, new environment.

- Marriage?
- Definitely marriage.

- Kids.
- Even more so.

How old are Reynolds' kids?

His oldest is... seven.

Parenthood.

They say
it changes everything.

The soccer dad? Seriously?

I thought it was crazy, too,
until we ran a background.

Victim number two.

Supermarket cashier
in Cortland, New York.

And guess who was a grad student
at nearby Ithaca that same year.

Victim number four,
truck driver found dead

- in Killington, Vermont.
- Where Reynolds was working

as a ski instructor
that very same winter.

So, just a few things
we want to clear up

about the burglary at your home.

You had to bring me in
for this?

It's in the police report.

It's more about
Lieutenant Mooney's murder.

We narrowed down his time
of death to the day after

your place was robbed.

Which, again, is why I'm glad
we weren't home at the time.

Obviously,
Mooney wasn't so lucky.

You were both at
soccer practice?

Just Kenna.

And it was a game.

I was in New York on business.

That right?

Trade convention. I'm in sales.

I was there the whole week.

And what is that?

We think it was Mooney
who broke into your house.

It's what he came out with.

What?

In order to prove that you
were once known as The Dentist.

Dentist?

Okay, you lost me.

I just said I was in sales.

The Dentist
pulled these teeth

from nine victims
over seven years ago.

May I...

have a glass of water?

These teeth...

they make you thirsty?

Sickened.

By the sight of them

and the idea that you
somehow think I'm responsible.

Cool as a cucumber.

A psychotic cucumber.

I think maybe you need a lawyer?

Why?

I've never seen

these disgusting things.

Now we're talking.

And is this the part

where you stab me?

You know,
maybe I do need a lawyer.

We'll need some DNA.

- Get a court order.
- Oh, we intend to.

And we will be checking
on your New York trip

while you stay right here.

Professional opinion?

Of him or you?

Guy's got one hell
of a poker face.

All the best ones do,

but, uh, his is, like,
way off the charts.

Hey. You could have warned me.

Eh.

So...

what do you think?

He seems very
sure of himself.

Or is he just playing with us?

Name, number.

I'll call you back.

Okay, Nick.
Message number three.

Call me back.
Let me know you're okay.

Oh, hey.

- Reynolds's alibi?
- Credit cards.

Flight itinerary.
Hotel receipts.

They all put him in New York
when Mooney was killed.

Doesn't mean he's
not The Dentist.

New York's only
a five-hour drive.

- Plus, that thing with his teeth?
- Yes.

The teeth.

Lieutenant Mooney's skull

has a full complement.
Therefore,

his killer did not share

The Dentist's penchant
for extraction.

Then it wasn't The Dentist?

No other evidence in the tub?

Well, apart from
the box cutter blade,

there's a small accumulation
of particles in the drain.

Dr. Palmer is assisting Kasie
with them as we speak.

From the very first punch,
Kasie, I swear,

an adrenaline kicked in
like I've never felt before.

Not even on the ledge last year?

Ducky's book. Chapter six.

It was more like a,
like a profound satisfaction

and a deep regret
crashing together in my gut

at the exact same time.

Oh, like me
and a pint of mint chip.

It's like that but, um,
with legal consequences.

Hmm.

You want to see my mug shot?

Ooh.

You're the last hope, Kase.

Agent Gibbs.

"Boom Boom" Palmer.

I-- look, go easy on
Torres, all right?

Now, those guys really
had it coming...

Sometimes hate deserves
a punch in the mouth.

- Yeah.
- Don't do it again.

- Never.
- What about the box cutter?

Nada. A two-week soak in the tub

erased any prints or DNA

that wasn't Lieutenant Mooney's.

Oh, but there's our paint chip.

- What paint chip?
- Oh,

it's, uh, among the particles

Jimmy scraped out
of the hot tub drain.

It's almost microscopic,
but as you can see,

it's a deep shade
of purple.

Oh, wow, that's weird.

What's weird?

Its chemical breakdown.
Butyl acetate...

nitrocellulose?

That's not
a paint chip at all.

Well, what is it?

Ay-ay-ay.

Some things just
never get clean, do they?

You have no right
to hold Dan.

He's done nothing wrong.

Yah, at first,
we didn't know for sure.

Since he was in
such close proximity

to two of the victims.

Turns out someone else
was, too.

What are you talking about?

Your neighbor broke into your house,
looking for something.

It's the first thing that you
checked on when you got home.

Second thing you did
is hide the nanny cam,

so you could check it out
later, after the cops left.

And then, when you saw
that it was Mooney

who took your prized
collection,

you waited until
he was vulnerable.

- In a hot tub.
- Yep.

Where you took him out,
only to find

he no longer had your teeth.

Is that why you didn't
take his teeth?

Smart move, by the way.

Takes a lot
of impulse control.

This is insane.
What... teeth?

What prize collection?

The one we ran for DNA,

still matching
the victims' teeth

and eventually the box to you.

To me?

Yeah.

One little speck...
of purple nail polish.

Gotcha.

He was gonna ruin everything.

I got past all that...

a long time ago.

I have everything I need now.

A great husband
and beautiful kids.

And some really bad
old habits.

I was living a good life here.

Until that...

reporter found me!

I just couldn't let him
take it away.

Hmm.

You have no right.

You know, you never really hear
about female serial killers.

Actually, I looked it up.

Turns out that one in six
are female.

- Really?
- Huh.

So it's not rare
at all.

What could have
made her do it?

We'll have to read
Mooney's book.

Apparently, his ex-wife
is finishing it.

You know, I keep going back
to soccer dad.

How could he not have known?

We're all occasionally guilty
of only seeing things

we want to see.

Love is blind.

Hmm.
Indeed it is.

Okay. On that note, I am out

for a Scotch and a shower.

Ah, you're not kidding.

Or we can do wine
and some painting.

Ah.

Hey.

You hear from Torres?

Uh, no.

- No, and McGee's been calling him, too.
- All right.

I'll stop by his place
on my way home.

Thanks, Gibbs.

Nick?

You catch the bad guy?

What the hell are you
doing here?

You don't answer my calls?

- You gonna answer my question?
- Yeah.

We caught the bad guy.

Am I still fired?

No. What?
You were never fired.

You were just sent home.

Gibbs cares about you.
You know that, right?

I couldn't fix 'em.

Fix what?

Oh, my God.
What...

is it with those things?

They were a gift.

Oh.

From Reeves.

He was wearing them
one day to the gym,

and I was like,
"Hey, cool shades,"

but I really didn't like 'em.

I was just being sarcastic.

The next morning
they were on my desk.

He bought you a pair?

He gave me his.

Yeah, well, he was kind.

The kindest.

Ellie.

I miss my buddy.

Me, too.

Come on,
let's get inside.

Come on.

Here. You...

- - You good?
Yeah.

Okay.

Oh... let's get
you some coffee.

Okay. I mean, how
many did you have?

How many do you want
to have?

No, I won't-- okay,
you just go in there.

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