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OFFICER: Tango Foxtrot,
clear for takeoff.

PILOT: Tango Foxtrot.
Climb altitude 5,000 feet.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

BRIDGE OFFICER (OVER INTERCOM):
Roving Watch Three,

verify materiel condition
of cold stores.

WATCH THREE: Bridge,
cold stores are condition X-ray.

FEMALE OFFICER: Deep
sea sounding and security watch,

all systems and levels are green.

BRIDGE OFFICER: Bridge out.

Is anyone down here?

Hello?

Bridge, this is Roving Watch One.

Do we have any reports of an injury

occurring in Storage Compartment Three?

I'm seeing signs of blood.

Somebody was definitely
bleeding down here.

BRIDGE OFFICER: Roving Watch
One, that's a negative.

(CRYING)

(GASPS)

(CRYING CONTINUES)

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REPORTER: What was first believed

to have been a car bomb,

or suicide bombing attack
that killed several people...

Call me as soon as you get this.

I need to know
what went down over there.

I don't care what time it is.

Hey.

Any luck?

No.

Well, what time is it over there?

(SIGHS) It's 8:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.

Look, they may still be
looking for survivors.

What makes you think she was even there?

It's just a hunch.

It's probably nothing. I just...

I want to be sure.

♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(WOMAN SHOUTING, CRYING)

♪

(DIALING)

(PHONE BUZZING)

What'd you find?

Nothing. She's not here.

- You're sure?
- Yes.

I checked the hospital
and all the bodies.

You told me she was meeting
with al-Kalmira.

She was.

Well, they're saying
that he was the target.

She must have left before the strike.

Knowing Hetty, she probably
called it in herself.

Do you have any idea why
she was meeting with al-Qaeda?

No. And we probably never will.

Why do you say that?

Because anyone she might
have been meeting with

just got blown to hell.

Well, if Hetty was able to escape,

there's a good chance that al-Kalmira

and his al-Qaeda operatives
were able to, as well.

Just call me as soon as
you pick up her trail.

And what if I don't?

You will.

I have to go.

And then there was one.

- Welcome back, stranger.
- Yo!

It was beginning to feel
like 28 Days Later up in here.

Where is everybody?

Well, Callen called in.

He said he's working another case.

Uh, Sam's father had some
sort of spill, so he

and his daughter went out
of town to deal with that.

- Is he okay?
- Yeah.

And Kensi and Deeks are on
their way to the USS Allegiance,

which is running exercises
off the coast.

- Oh, what are they doing there?
- They are

helping Special Agent Afloat
deal with a...

rather unusual incident

for an aircraft carrier.

Please don't tell me it was
attacked by Russian dolphins.

No, but someone did find an
abandoned newborn baby on board.

Really?

Really.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Thank you.

Agent Blye, Agent Deeks.

Welcome aboard.

- I'm Special Agent Denise Morgan.
- KENSI: Nice to meet you.

You can, uh, call me Kensi, and
actually he's an investigator.

Investigator Deeks... doesn't
mean I'm not special.

Ah. Here. This way.

So, uh, rumor is that you had a...

stork visit the ship.

As per the skipper's request,

we have not made this
new visitor public knowledge.

Okay. Um, and, uh,

where is this visitor now?

It was flown to the closest NICU,

which, at the time, was Balboa.

It was, it was a preemie,

but appeared healthy.

By the doc's initial guestimate,
it was probably

conceived on board, which means
the father is also a crew member.

KENSI: Has anybody
stepped up to claim them?

Not yet.

There are over 400 women
serving aboard this vessel,

and every single one of them
is of childbearing age.

Do you two have children?

- Oh. No.
- Oh, um...

- Not yet.
- We don't.

So do we know if the

visitor was male or female?

Female.

- Baby girl.
- MORGAN: Normally, I could've

handled this on my own,
but unfortunately, in this case...

the clock is ticking.

Why is that?

All right. Follow me.

CARNES: There was no
placenta found with the child.

It's possible they
delivered it elsewhere

and disposed of it in the trash bin

or even threw it overboard.

But if the placenta was retained,

the mother is at serious risk
of hemorrhaging and sepsis.

I take it nobody was
admitted to sick bay

with any signs or symptoms that
would point in this direction?

- I wish.
- I did have the lab

match and cross the sample of the blood

from the scene, so we know
that the mother's A-positive.

But so is 34% of the population.

It helps narrow it down a little,

to roughly 165 potential sailors.

Sure would have been easier
if she was AB-neg.

And all 165 showed up at quarters?

Or they've been accounted for,

or they were scheduled
to stand a later watch.

Where was the baby found?

In a seldom used hold.

We think the mother may have
gone there to have it

because there was less
likelihood that she could be

seen or heard.

The umbilical cord was severed cleanly

and tied off with
a standard issue bootlace.

The baby was wrapped
in a pair of coveralls

and a T-shirt belonging
to another sailor,

who swears he knows nothing about this.

Just out of curiosity,
what's the rationale

for not doing a shipboard
announcement? I mean...

someone must know something.

CARNES: That was my call.

And the CO agreed.

My fear is that we have
an obviously distraught mother,

who didn't think that she could
come to anyone with this.

Something like that
could cause her to panic.

Last thing we need is our frightened mom

to do something to hurt herself.

Or, God forbid, jump overboard.

And how much time do you think we have?

A few hours, maybe.
It's difficult to say.

The sooner we find her, the better.

Before infection sets in
or she bleeds out.

Okay.

It's in Homs, it's all over the news.

FATIMA: I know. I know, but it

was an Air Force operation,
and they are not sharing.

Do you want me to ask Kilbride
to make a call?

No. I don't want to have
to bother him with this.

Look, somebody else has to have
some intel on this.

Check with Nell's sister Sydney
over at Homeland Security.

And why don't you put in a call
to Sabatino at the CIA?

- Somebody has to know something.
- Okay.

- I'll keep digging.
- Thanks. Uh, can you

get me everything we have
on an al-Qaeda leader

by the name of Mohammed al-Kalmira?

I'll let you know what I find.

Great.

(SIGHS)

Any luck?

No, no.

I actually, uh, should get going in.

You haven't even slept.

Which I know is not unusual for you,

but still, it's not healthy.

You want to take a walk first?

I could really use some fresh air

and some real coffee.

This stuff sucks.

Sure.

KENSI: All right, Petty Officer Hill,

you never saw anyone in the vicinity

of where you found the baby?

No, ma'am.

Except the blood, I guess.

And what were you in that area?

I was on roving watch.

And you didn't notice or hear anything

abnormal before you spotted the blood?

The light was on in the hold.

I thought the previous watch
had forgotten to turn it off.

And what's in the hold?

It's a forward storage compartment,
for line and cable.

Replacement equipment
for stuff that gets worn out.

And you never heard the baby cry?

No, ma'am. Not at first.

But I sure as hell heard it the
moment I shined my light on it.

It started crying
and scared the crap out of me.

- Sorry, ma'am.
- That's quite all right, Petty Officer.

It probably would have scared
the crap out of me, too.

So what are people saying on the ship?

- Sir?
- Yeah, what's the word on the street?

Or I guess in this case,
it would be the waves.

What's the word on the waves?

You know, the skinny, the chatter,

the skibidi-babs.

- Sir?
- The sip-sip?

- The Rumer Willises?
- Okay, I think what he's

trying to say is do you have
any useful scuttlebutt?

Scuttlebutt.

Only people I told were

my watch commander
and the master-at-arms.

And we were all told to keep
this quiet by the chief.

What about the coveralls?

They belong to you, don't they,
Petty Officer Forest?

Yes, ma'am.

Any idea what they were doing
wrapped around a baby?

No, ma'am.

But I hope they kept him warm.

Her.

Baby's a girl, actually.

Wow.

That's pretty sweet.

And you hadn't heard anything
about a pregnant sailor

or a baby before this?

No, sir. And I've been instructed

not to share any of this information.

Good.

Do you have a girlfriend?

Yes, ma'am. Becca.

She's back in Nebraska.

Hmm.

No one on the ship?

No, ma'am. I'm gonna
ask Becca to marry me

next time I get leave.

Congratulations.

So how did this newborn baby
end up in your coveralls?

I have no idea, sir.

Someone must have grabbed one
of my work uniforms from my rack

or maybe while they were
down at the laundry.

And you never noticed
or reported them missing?

No, ma'am.

There are 5,000 sailors on this ship.

You can't imagine what'll wind up

in your laundry bag some days.

I've had so many bras
and panties just end up in there

that my buddies were starting to think

I was some kind of a cross-dresser.

Not that there's anything wrong
with that, sir.

Damn right.

I appreciate you taking
the time, Lieutenant.

And if you do get any new information,

please do, uh, forward it
our way. Thank you, sir.

What's the status on our baby
and the missing mother?

The infant is receiving neonatal care

at the Bob Wilson
Naval Hospital in San Diego,

and is by all accounts healthy.

But still no luck locating the mother.

Where's Agent Callen?

He was running down a lead.

A lead on what?

I-I'm assuming it's

one of our open or ongoing cases.

Really?

A case that he chose not
to share or disclose?

Uh, he did say he'd be in later.

Well, color me lucky.

I can, I can try
contacting him, if you like...

No, no. Far be it for me
to want to interrupt

his Reiki session

or whatever it is he's really up to.

No, just, uh, text me

when he decides
to grace us with his presence.

I'm gonna go for a walk.

Copy that, sir.

(SEAGULLS CALLING)

As long as I can smell
the ocean, I always feel safe.

What makes you feel safe?

- You do.
- Mm.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Good answer. You're totally lying,

- but I appreciate the effort.
- I'm not lying.

Can I ask you about your school?

Institute for Noble Maidens.

What did Arkady tell you?

That your mom might've
taken you there to hurt him.

He tried to get you out,
but you refused.

That true?

Yeah.

Yeah, he did come to get me, and, um,

I did refuse to leave.

I felt so bad.

But I liked it there.

Yes, they were strict,

and they could be brutal
at times, but...

got to ride horses, shoot guns,

crash cars.

(LAUGHS) What?

It was fun.

You chose to stay there?

Absolutely.

Look, at times, I hated it

and considered it to be
the most cruel place on earth,

but I survived.

In fact, I thrived.

Can't imagine what my life
would've been otherwise.

Well, Arkady would've taken care of you.

(LAUGHS)

Why do you laugh?

He adores you. He'd never let
anything happen to you.

If it was up to Arkady,

he would've put me
in an all-girls school

- on a private island...
- (LAUGHS)

...that shot boys on sight.

- You're just lucky he likes you.
- Yeah.

Well...

Hey.

Is this about Hetty?

Are you worried for her safety,

or are you worried that
if something happened to her,

you'll never find out about your past?

Probably both.

Look,

I don't know what happened,

but I know that she cares for you a lot.

I might even say like her own son.

Mother who manipulates her own son.

All mothers manipulate their kids.

How else would they
get them to do anything?

Hmm?

Do you ever wonder what
your life would've been like

if-if Hetty hadn't found you?

Yeah, I think about it sometimes.

Where would I be, what I'd be doing?

And?

Sometimes, it's the Florida Keys,

sometimes it's Alaska...

a farm in Idaho.

A farm?

Yeah.

Driving down a gravel road
in my pickup truck,

my dog sticking his head out the window.

Watching my kids ride their bikes.

And is that what you want?

No. I... (CLEARS THROAT)

I don't know. I...

I don't know where I'm supposed to be,

what I'm supposed to be doing. I...

I have no idea.

Maybe...

maybe you're exactly where
you're supposed to be.

Maybe we all are,

whether we like it or not.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

- (WHISTLE BLOWS)
- PA: Standby for a word

from the commanding officer.

COMMANDING OFFICER:
Good afternoon, crew.

We need all hands to assist in
replenishing our on-board blood stores.

All female crew members
with type A positive blood,

muster in the passageway
outside sick bay.

All male crew members
with type A positive blood

will muster tomorrow at 1300.

Stay safe and have
a wonderful afternoon.

Do you think this is gonna work?

I don't know. Might help us
narrow down the field. (SIGHS)

Also, we should talk
to the ship's chaplain.

If the mother was religious,

she may have sought spiritual guidance.

That's a good idea.

All right, do I want to take
a moment to address

the, uh, elephant in the room?

Yes, TOPGUN pilots are indeed cool

and stone-cold badasses,
but, sweetheart,

you are, too.

No, I was talking about the fact
that we are desperate

to start a family,

and yet here we are
investigating a woman

who just abandoned a child.

Oh, that? Yeah, that definitely
falls under the unfair column.

TOPGUN pilots? Really?

Maybe it's the uniforms. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah, but I definitely
had a uniform as a cop.

KENSI: Yeah, and you looked adorable,

like a stoic, blue knight,
ready to serve and protect.

- Protect and serve.
- That's what I said.

- No, you said, "Serve and protect."
- (GROANS)

It's "protect and serve."

The LAPD is very definitive about it.

She left the baby to be found.

I'm sorry, what?

If she wanted to hide the baby,

she would've thrown it overboard.

Okay, putting that horrible
image aside for a second,

maybe she was worried
the baby would start crying

before she got to the exterior catwalk.

- She could've smothered it first.
- Okay,

this is only getting worse.

I'm just getting such
an un-maternal vibe from you.

Maybe we should consider
getting a full-time nanny.

- Okay, stop. Bear with me for a sec.
- Okay.

- She tied off the umbilical cord.
- Yep.

She wrapped her in coveralls
to keep her warm.

She left the light on in the
hold so somebody would see her.

Deeks, she wanted the baby to be found.

Okay, I'm just not sure
where you're going with this.

She did everything to ensure
the baby survived.

She cared about her well-being,
and we can use this.

Great. How do we use that?

I don't know yet.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

- We're gonna keep thinking.
- We're gonna keep thinking.

On that.

Excuse me.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

_

_

(HONKING)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Get on.

(GUNFIRE)

♪

(THERMOMETER BEEPING)

All right, ladies,
you are all set for now.

Thank you.
You may return to your duties.

How many have reported so far?

35.

I just knocked off another 19

who couldn't leave their posts,

and all the female berthing
areas have been cleared.

And we talked to the chaplain.
No joy there.

We're running out of time.

So maybe it's time we make
that ship-wide announcement.

We know the mother's life
is already in danger,

this may be our only chance
to find her and to save her.

I think you may be right.

I'll have a talk with the
CO and see what he says.

Thank you.

I am gonna hit up female pilots
as they cycle through.

I mean, I doubt our mystery mom's

gonna be in any shape to fly,

but I am running out of options, so...

Uh, feel free to grab
a crew list and a thermometer.

Maybe you'll get lucky.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Admiral Kilbride?

Dr. Getz.

Please, you can call me Nate.

Nate.

You can still call me Admiral.

Sir.

- Thanks for making the time.
- Of course.

May I ask you a quick question,

- Admiral?
- By all means.

Is there a reason why I'm
meeting you here and not at OSP?

Have you seen the fishbowl
they've stuck me in?

Feel like a zoo exhibit.

Besides, it's a beautiful day.

About the only good thing
about this place is the weather,

when you're not having earthquakes or

mudslides or wildfires.

Sounds like you're settling in.

(CHUCKLES)

So... how can I be of service, sir?

Well, I...

wanted to ask you a couple
of questions of my own.

Shoot.

You have known and worked with Henrietta

for a number of years as the team's

operational psychologist,

and in

other capacities as well.

Not sure I follow you, sir.

Oh, I'm pretty sure you do.

I know for a fact that you ran

ops for Henrietta off the books

on numerous occasions,

so let's just forgo any pretense,

shall we, and you

just tell me what the hell

she's gotten herself into.

Perhaps it would be best if...

you tell me what you do know.

I know she's in Syria.

I know she made a mess of things
there with her mole hunt.

What I don't know

is if this latest drone strike

had anything to do with her.

I don't know that, either.

But I do know she was in that area

meeting with al-Qaeda leaders

to negotiate the release
of some hostages.

What hostages?

She wouldn't reveal their identities.

I was profiling the al-Qaeda leaders

with the hopes of helping her
get what she wanted,

but I haven't heard from her
in a couple of days now,

and I have no way of reaching her.

She only calls me. It's a...

one-way communication.

Was, um...

was one of the ones
she was negotiating with

Mohammed al-Kalmira?

Yes.

Son of a bitch. We don't know
what the guy looks like,

and she's having lunch with him. (SIGHS)

Knowing Henrietta, she probably called

the drone strike in on herself.

Wouldn't put it past her, sir.

Nor should you.

I wish there was more I could
offer you, Admiral.

Thanks for your time.

Oh, there is

something else you could do for me.

You could give me
some professional insight

into the rest of the team.

You were their shrink
for a number of years,

you probably know them
as well as anyone,

maybe even better.

Yes, but...

I'm not asking you to tell me

which one still wets the bed, Doc.

I'm just...

I'm looking for a little guidance

to help me deal with
this Island of Misfit Toys

I've inherited.

Now, think about it.

Anything that helps me to
interact with them better,

maybe avoid some pitfalls

with certain individuals.

It's all for the sake
of making the team better.

And that can save lives.

Notably, mine.

Where are we?

Just what I've been able to pull
from news and satellite footage.

That's al-Kalmira?

Maybe, maybe not.

He's avoided the media, and no
one's even sure what he looks like.

It's rumored to be a photo
of him, but we can't confirm it.

I'm sorry, I still
can't tell you if Hetty

or Mohammed al-Kalmira
were there before or after.

(PHONE BUZZES)

(PHONE BEEPS)

What do you have?

- Trouble.
- CALLEN: What kind of trouble?

The kind that likes
to cut your head off.

But a guy on a motorcycle helped me out,

- an American.
- CALLEN: What American?

He won't tell me his name.

- Is he there with you now?
- ZASHA: Yes.

All right, let me talk to him.

- Hello?
- CALLEN: Who is this?

Who's this?

Look, I don't have time
to play games, pal.

Yeah, that makes two of us.

I know you.

You sound familiar, too.

Keane?

Callen?

Son of a bitch. Hey, go to video chat.

How are you, man?

You two know each other?

(SCOFFS) Unbelievable.

Why am I even here?

CALLEN: What the hell
are you doing there?

- W-Where's Hetty?
- I don't know.

I was her overwatch until

somebody decided to drop
a bomb on us back there.

Were you close?

I'm still coughing up dust.

What about Hetty?

She's gone. She either

absconded before the strike
or went to ground.

She's been incommunicado since.

What are the chances
that she was killed?

There's no sign of that.

It's possible she escaped
with al-Kalmira.

What is she doing talking to him?

She's negotiating

for the release of two
Western journalists.

I don't get it. W-Why Hetty?

Because they aren't really
journalists, they're her people.

- NCIS?
- I assume so.

She wouldn't identify them to me,

so I couldn't give them up
if I was compromised.

What can we do to help?

Well, nothing right now.

The fewer people here
asking questions the better.

The locals are already freaking out.

Hetty brought a significant war chest.

I'm using that to buy some answers

- on the down low.
- Time up.

They can't decipher this, but
they can pick up the broadcast.

Okay.

Okay, just put Keane
back on for a second.

Make it quick.

Keane, keep me up to date, let
me know what I can do to help.

- Yeah, yeah, I will.
- A-And one more thing.

Do you know anything about
a program that involved kids

that Hetty may have been involved with

back in the '70s and the '80s?

Keane, look, I'm-I'm asking you
man-to-man, Keane.

If you know what I'm talking about,

you know that I cannot afford
to have this information

die with Hetty or with you.

Please.

There was a remedial
learning and training program

launched under the guise
of the Department of Education,

but it was CIA funded.

I wasn't involved, but Hetty was.

It was called the Drona Project.

- I think Hetty was...
- Bye.

So...

do you have anything to drink?

(CHUCKLES) Vodka.

(CHUCKLES)

No whammies. Boom.

- (THERMOMETER BEEPS)
- 98.7.

Good work, uh, Petty Officer Debartolo.

(GROANS)

- Still no announcement.
- Yeah, well,

the Navy has their own way
of doing things.

I think we should go
re-check out the area

where the baby was found 'cause
maybe they missed something.

You don't want to keep
going through the crew list?

Yeah. You keep doing this,
I'm gonna go re-check the area.

- I'll just keep doing this.
- And I'll go...

- Go check out the area.
- Yeah.

DEEKS: Okay.

Hello, ladies. Can I take your
names and your temperatures?

Just gonna take a second.

Ah, note to self, next time,

lead with NCIS. Baby?

DEEKS: Kensi? Please tell me

you're down here some place

'cause I have no idea where I am.

- I have no idea how to get back.
- Hey.

- Back it up, Scooby.
- Hah.

Knew I'd find you.

Even through these tons of steel,

my wolf senses can't be denied.

Wow.

I can see why our mystery mother

chose down here.

It's like an '80s Ralph Lauren po...

Kens.

She's got a pulse.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How is she?

Ah, they're still
working on stabilizing her.

She's been identified as Petty
Officer Third Class Sofia Addison,

and by all accounts,
she's a model sailor.

Unfortunately,
she's lost a lot of blood,

she's battling sepsis,

but she's been given a transfusion,

and they're pumping her
with antibiotics.

So, she's not out of the woods yet.

No, but she'd

probably be dead
if it wasn't for you two,

- so... thank you.
- Of course.

Okay. I have to go brief the skipper.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

(SIGHS)

We should've found her sooner.

- How?
- I don't know,

Deeks, but we should have.
What if she doesn't make it?

See, that's out of our hands now.

All we can do is help
identify the father

'cause that baby... look at me...

That baby's gonna need a dad.

I hate this case.

I know.

Who thought it'd be easier
just to get shot at by bad guys?

Can we help you, sailor?

Uh, no.

Ma'am, I was just hoping
to get an update

on one of my shipmates.
I was told she was brought here.

Petty Officer Addison?

Yes, sir. Have you heard
how she's doing?

She's doing not great.

Seriously? W-What happened?

How good of friends
were you two, um, Elger?

Really good friends, ma'am.

You guys in a relationship?

- A relationship?
- Having sex?

No, ma'am, i-it wasn't like that.

Are you sure about that, Elger?

Sofia's in there right now
due to complications

from giving birth
to a premature baby last night.

(STAMMERS) A-A baby? Sorry...

Sofia had a baby?

We had a DNA test,
so it's only a matter of time

before we figure out who
the father is. Would you be...

willing to volunteer
your DNA for testing?

- Absolutely.
- Okay, so in case

you're not the father, do you
have any idea who might be?

- Does she have a boyfriend on board?
- No.

Anybody back home?

Nope.

You seem very certain of that.

Well, she was very insecure
and pretty intimidated by men.

But she wasn't intimidated by you,

so why do you suppose that is?

Because we're friends.

And probably because I'm gay.

She got along well with the queer guys,

but not so much the straight dudes.

In fact, she even requested to be

excused from escort duty.

I'm sorry, what-what-what is that?

The junior command members
occasionally get tasked

with babysitting visiting civilians,

so they don't get lost, fall overboard,

or get sucked into a jet engine.

FATIMA: Admiral.

Good news, for once.

Kensi and Deeks found the mother.

They're gonna transport her to San Diego

Naval hospital as soon as she's stable.

Well done.

Can I pass that on to them, sir?

You certainly can, Agent Namazi.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- DEEKS: Hey.

Uh, hey, um...

Have you seen Agnes of God?

Maybe. They open for Alice in Chains?

No. It's a movie based on a play
in which a nun has a baby

in a convent, and she insists
that it's a virgin birth.

Oh, that old chestnut.

Well, I'm...

I'm starting to feel like
Petty Officer Addison

might be, you know, our Agnes.

- What, did Agnes abandon her baby?
- Yup.

Wait, what? Really?

I mean, that's the whole
point of the movie.

- And?
- And what?

- And what happens?
- I don't know. I remember

Anne Bancroft smoking,
some nuns are skating,

and then I don't remember
the end of the movie.

You don't remember the end of the movie?

- No.
- You are the world's worst storyteller.

- What're you talking about?
- I thought this was gonna be...

No, I'm just saying, the key to a story

is to have some sort of ending...

- of some kind...
- Whatever. If there was...

How old did Captain Carnes say
that baby was? How many weeks?

About 27 weeks. Why?

Which would put it late August, which...

- Yeah.
- Yeah, according to this duty roster,

she's still escorting civilian
contractors around the ship.

Which we know she hated to do.

Maybe it goes beyond that.

And it does. Exemption request
to remove her from the task.

According to her shipmate, Elger,

she was intimidated by men.

Maybe there's a reason for that.

- DEEKS: Hey.
- Hey. She's awake.

Hi.

I gave her some meds for pain,

so she might seem a little groggy.

Okay.

Thanks.

Hi. Sofia.

How you feeling?

Not so great.

I'm NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye.

- This is Investigator Deeks.
- Hi.

Is it okay if we ask you
a few quick questions?

Do you remember anything that happened?

I think I passed out.

Do you remember delivering your baby?

That's okay.

It's okay.

Can you tell us
who the father is, Sofia?

I mean, was he a...
is he a fellow crew member?

No.

Was it the civilian contractor
that you escorted around the ship?

Hey.

It's okay.

You're not in any trouble, all right?

Were you two in a relationship?

I know this is scary,

but you are safe.

You are safe.

Do you want us to call him?

He raped me.

(CRYING): He raped me.

His name is Gary Drummond. 28 years old.

He works for Ashitom Solutions.
It's a computer software company

that has a government contract
with the Navy.

FATIMA (OVER PHONE):
Yeah, yeah, I got him.

Gary Drummond,

a Silicon Beach brat.

I'll secure an arrest warrant,
have the boys bring him in.

All right, let me know
when you have him.

And Fatima?

Tell the boys to do everything
by the book.

I don't want this son of a bitch
getting off on a technicality.

I will let them know.

Hey, we got a break
in the boat baby case.

Kensi and Deeks interviewed the mother.

She was a victim of a sexual assault

by a defense contractor.

Fatima's getting
the arrest warrant right now.

We got a name and an address?

Yes, we do.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Really?

I have a bomb.

(CHUCKLES) Hey.

That's our guy?

Excuse me.

Yeah?

NCIS. Agent Callen, Agent Rountree.

We need you to come with us.

Why?

We'd like to ask you a few questions

from your time aboard the USS
Allegiance a few months ago.

No can do, sport.

That's a classified contract.

Did he just call me "sport"?

Afraid it's above your pay grade.

Hey. What the hell?

We got a warrant for your arrest.

Turn around, put your hands
behind your back.

Hey, get away from me.

You don't want to do that.

You can't put your hands on me.
That's assault.

Kind of like what you did to
Petty Officer Sofia Addison?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Look, man, last chance, all right?

- Put your hands behind your back.
- (GRUNTING)

Really?

Nothing?

That's some serious concentration.

KENSI: There she is.

How you doing, Petty Officer?

KENSI: Hey. Um...

I'm not gonna pretend
to know how you're feeling

or what you've been through,

but I do know that you did
everything in your power

to keep your daughter safe and healthy.

And even though she came
from a really ugly place,

she's a really beautiful little girl.

She's a fighter like her mom. (CHUCKLES)

Um, do you want to see a picture?

Yeah? Okay.

Congratulations.

Wait.

Agent?

Yeah?

What's your first name, Agent Blye?

Uh... Kensi.

Kensi?

Mm-hmm.

I... think I'll call her Evelyn,

after my mother.

Evelyn is a beautiful name,
and your mother will love that.

KENSI: Be well, Petty Officer Addison.

DEEKS: Take care of that baby.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Should've just said Fern.

- What're you talking about?
- Oh, man,

she was right there, about to
name her daughter after you,

and then you had to drop "Kensi" on her?

Did you hear her
repeat your name? Like...

"K-K-K-K-Kensi?"

(LAUGHS)

I mean, you could... You might
as well just said "Ab-sid-ee."

You weren't kidding about the fishbowl.

You believe this?

It's like working
in a 42nd Street peep show,

without the tips.

Wasn't sure I'd see you again.

The health and safety of our people

is always my number one concern.

Glad to hear that.

You might as well cut me loose,

'cause I can't talk about
my work, and you can't make me.

We don't care about your work.

We care about the young
petty officer you raped.

Oh, please.

You can't be that gullible. Really?

Some dumb sailor chick gets knocked up,

and points at the first
civilian she sees

to protect her boyfriend
from being court-martialed,

or whatever you seamen do.

You got her pregnant.

She had a baby girl.

- Nope.
- Oh, yeah?

ROUNTREE: Castor?

Get this guy out of here.

Let's go.

You okay?

- Yeah.
- Want me to take you back to HQ

- or you want to go home?
- Anna's gonna get me here.

- I'm good. I'm good.
- All right. See you tomorrow.

Yeah.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I'm not worried about Sam.

Kensi, either, for that matter.

Deeks, on the other
hand's, a basket case,

but I don't need you to tell me that.

No, it's Callen that I'm worried about.

Does the name "Drona"
mean anything to you?

As in Dronacharya?

It's a Vedic guru
and teacher of military arts.

I find that understanding
someone's theology

can often provide insights
into their belief system.

Yeah, well,

besides your Verdic guru,

have you ever heard it used as the name

of a research project developed

to help underprivileged children?

I don't think so. Why?

Well, it seems that back during
the heyday of the Cold War,

a certain government agency
which shall remain nameless...

- The CIA?
- That's the one.

...decided to run a bunch
of cognitive tests

on children who were part
of the foster care system.

It was presented under the guise

of diagnosing learning disabilities,

and identifying those

who might be considered gifted,
despite their circumstances.

I'm not gonna like
where this is going, am I?

- Probably not.
- Yeah.

It was supposedly based

on a similar program
that the Soviets developed

to train young operatives.

Their Ravens and Sparrows?

Exactly. I believe

ours were cloyingly called
"Owls and Swans."

I've heard rumors
about experiments like that,

and others the Agency
supposedly undertook,

like the MK-ULTRA experiments
and remote viewing,

but I always assumed
they were just urban legends.

This one isn't.

And not only was Henrietta involved,

but so was a very young Callen.

Callen?

As a subject?

(SIGHS)

And he knows this?

He does now.

Henrietta got out of Dodge
before they could have at it,

but assuming she survives
her current imbroglio,

that day is fast approaching.

When it arrives,
that's where you come in.

How so?

Damage control.

You're worried about Callen.

I'm worried about all of 'em.

This could not only destroy
the relationship

between Henrietta and Callen.

It could have very serious consequences

for this entire team.

But, yes, I am

most worried about Agent Callen.

- (LINE RINGING)
- Oh.

(BEEP OVER PHONE)

Hey, call me when you get this,
Zasha. I mean it.

(PHONE BEEPS OFF, DOOR OPENS)

- ANNA: Pomona? You are joking.
- (DOOR CLOSES)

I don't care how good
the food is. I am not driving

- all the way...
- Who are you talking to?

♪

Hey, Buddy.

Long time no see.

You look tired, old man.
You getting enough sleep?

You need to take care of yourself.

It won't be nearly as much fun
if you're not at your best.

See you again real soon.