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Get your act.

Team one, go!

Clear.

Lieutenant, planning on joining us?

On my way.

NCIS
Season 01 Episode 22

"A Weak Link"
== resynced by Brach_Movic aka GilangPC ==

- Hey.
- Morning.

How was your weekend?

Well, let's see.

I paid bills, did laundry,
went shopping, vacuumed.

I bet you don't even own
a vacuum.

I lease.

Okay.
So what did you do this weekend

that left that smile plastered
all over your face?

I watched a great movie.

Let me guess, a horror flick?

Halloween VIII.

I think it's the best Halloween ever.

Makes Halloween VII look like
Halloween V.

God, I can't even believe they
made one of them much less eight.

It's gotta be a men are
from Mars thing.

- Arianna liked it.
- Arianna?

I thought you broke up with her.

What makes you think that?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe because you came
in the other day

and said,
"I broke up with Arianna."

Aw, you don't know much
about dating, do you?

Why don't you enlighten me?

Well, there's always one
phony break-up

that precedes the real break-up.

- Everyone knows that.
- Yeah, got it. Thanks.

Grab your gear.
Kate, get Ducky.

Tony, gas the truck.

- Where we going?
- With Gibbs, you never know.

I.D?

NCIS Special Agent Gibbs.

- Clear.
- Okay. Thank you, Sir.

Agent Gibbs?

Commander Rainer,
Seal Team Eight.

What happened here?

We were on a training exercise.

Lieutenant Johnson,
the team leader,

was rappelling down the cliff
when his D-link snapped.

- You secure the top of the cliff?
- I did.

That the rest of
Lieutenant Johnson's squad?

Yes, Sir.

I'd appreciate it if you'd tell them
not to talk to anyone until I talk to them.

Already taken care of, Sir.

Oh, what an awful way to die.

I can think of worse ways to go.

Like what?

Getting eaten by a shark,
being buried alive,

falling into a wood chipper.

You've given this some thought.

- Well, yeah. So?
- Nothing.

Someone moved the body.

After he fell, his squad members
came to his assistance,

see if anything could be done.

Unfortunately, he died on impact.

That would account for
a few inches,

but someone's moved him
further than that.

We pulled him away from
the face of the cliff

because there was falling shale.
It's an old mine.

We were careful not to
disturb anything.

Was emptying his pockets
part of the first aid effort?

The intel was classified.

We removed it so the body
could be transported.

That's SOP under these
circumstances.

- DiNozzo
- Yeah, Boss?

Top of the cliff.

Shoot and sketch.

Gee, Boss, it's a long way up.

DiNozzo, was there something
in my tone of my voice

that made that sound like
a suggestion?

On it.

Agent Gibbs, I realize you have
an investigation to perform.

From what we can see,

that's pretty obvious that D-link
had a catastrophic failure.

You're right, Commander.
We have an investigation to perform.

What do you got, Duck?

Unfortunately for
Lieutenant Johnson,

it appears to be just
what it looks like.

Eliminates the guesswork.

Is this a common occurrence,
one of these breaking?

I've never seen it happen before.

Doesn't mean it couldn't.

I think we can move him.

Gibbs, I got something.

That a piece of the D-link?

Sure looks like it.

Don't worry, my friend.

We'll get you cleaned up and presentable
in a way that honors your service.

Special Agent Gibbs,
Special Agent Todd.

We understand you were
on a training exercise.

Yes, Sir.

What was your mission?

You'll have to talk to the
Commander about that, Sir.

Other than Lieutenant
Johnson's accident,

anything out of the
ordinary happen?

No, Sir. It was textbook.

We were inserted by helicopter,
secured our lines,

rappelled down the face
of the cliff.

What was your order?

Vengal and Kenney went first,
then myself and Pinkowski.

We can't believe this
happened to the Lieutenant.

After the four of you
began rappelling down,

was anyone on top of the cliff
other than Lieutenant Johnson?

No, Ma'am.

Each of you will need to provide a
statement detailing what you saw.

Yes, Sir

I'd like Lieutenant Johnson's
service record

and the personal effects
from his locker.

I'll have it in your office
as soon as possible.

- There's no sign of tampering.
- That's it?

That's it.

- Then we can put this to bed?
- Not yet.

I emailed the manufacturer for the
specs on this particular D-link.

When I get them back,

I can do a comparative analysis
and if nothing's hinky,

- then we can put this to bed.
- Thanks, Ab.

- You okay?
- I'm fine. Why?

You're not your normal,
effervescent, cheerful Abby.

That's because she's been replaced by
the abnormal, dull and melancholy Abby.

Something you want to talk about?

I don't want to bore you.

Who else you gonna tell, Tony?

McGee is all mad at me.

Why? What happened?

We went to buzzed.

It's a coffeehouse in old town.

Sunday nights like a poetry night.

I didn't know you liked poetry.

McGee likes it.

So we're popping back
double espressos

and all of a sudden,
out of the blue,

he says, I really, really like you.

- What'd you say?
- Thanks.

What was I supposed to say?

- I don't know.
- Oh!

Then he gets, like, all quiet.

And we're leaving,

and he wants to know where our
relationship is going.

Oh, I hate that. Why do guys
have to push the issue?

Because they're insecure.

What'd you say?

Well, I said, why does it
have to go anywhere?

Why can't we just enjoy
what's happening now?

What'd he say?

Fine. Whatever.

Typical passive-aggressive.

I know.
I mean, what's next?

We gonna be watching sleepless
in seattle

on a rainy sunday afternoon?
Ugh!

- What are you going to do?
- I'm not going to do anything.

I'm going to pretend
like it never happened

and hopefully he's going
to do the same.

The official cause of death
was multiple traumatic injuries.

But he was in horrible shape,
Jethro.

Lower leg fractures, hip fractures,
severe skull fractures.

- I could go on and on.
- No, no need, Duck.

Have you sent the blood up
to Abby for a full tox screen?

That's what you were going
to ask, right?

The lifetime odds of dying
from a fall like this

are roughly the equivalent
of the odds of dying

- from a collision with an asteroid.
- And?

What kind of a person would I be

if I had this knowledge
and I didn't share it with you?

That's what you were gonna ask,
right? About the tox screen?

You are late.

I am so sorry, Dr. Mallard.
I am so, so sorry.

Don't make me have
second thoughts, Mr. Palmer.

Second thoughts, Sir?

About you coming to work
full time as my assistant.

It will never happen again, doctor.
I promise.

It was an extremely
unusual situation.

They always are.

I was in the shower and
the doorbell rang,

but I didn't know it at the time.

- That you were in the shower?
- No, that it was the doorbell.

See, my head cold in combination
with my tinnitus made me think

- that it was the kitchen timer.
- Very unusual.

Yes, so I spent several minutes
trying to figure out

what it was I had finished cooking,

and by the time I realized
that it was the front door,

I'd almost forgotten
I'd taken a shower.

It will never happen again.

- Who was there?
- Where?

- At the door?
- Oh, I didn't answer it.

I hope this won't become
a habit, Mr. Palmer.

- No, Sir. I always answer my door.
- I was referring to you being late.

Does this mean I have a job?

Any prints besides Lieutenant
Johnson's?

I got a partial that isn't his.

Run it through AFIS and any other
database you can think of.

Done and done.

What else you got for me, Abbs?

The D-link is electrolytically
coated with a protective oxide.

I used fourier transform
infrared spectophotometry

to compare the chemistry between
the factory specs and the link that failed.

Is all this necessary?

If I just came right out
and told you what I found,

- you would be bored.
- What'd you find?

The chemical composition
of the oxide isn't the same.

Couldn't that just be from two
different production batches?

Possibly.

I'm sensing a "but."

You are correct, O great one.

I used a scanning electron
microscope.

With an x-ray defractive attachment
and did a composition analysis.

The one on the left is the D-link
I got from the manufacturer.

The one on the right is
Lieutenant Johnson'S.

They're not the same.

That's because one is steel
and the other is 66-3T6 aluminum.

So the manufacturer makes
the D-link in both metals?

Actually, they don't.

- Then how do you explain that?
- Easy.

Someone handmade a D-link
out of a much weaker metal

and then swapped it with
Lieutenant Johnson's real one.

- It wasn't an accident.
- Nope.

It looks like murder.

I know this is a difficult time.

When your husband brought his
gear home, where did he keep it?

Usually in the garage.

Sometimes he'd leave it in the car.

He ever bring it in the house?

Why?

Someone may have tampered
with his equipment.

Tampered?

Why would anybody do that?

I keep expecting him
to walk through that door.

I'm so sorry.

Take a look around, Kate.

Tony, let's check out the garage.

- Whoa.
- Nice car.

Oh, it's not just a car, Boss.
This is a '66 mustang.

Revolutionary in its day.

You're not going to start giving me
all the vital stats on this car, are you?

- Thunder ball...
- let me rephrase that, DiNozzo.

You're not going to give me
the vital stats on this car.

If someone was gonna break in
to get at his gear,

their choices were limited.

Garage door or the back door.

Lock works.

No sign of forced entry.

Whoever switched his D-link,
I don't think it was done here.

Yeah, yeah,
it does seem that way.

- Oh.
- I'm sorry.

- My fault.
- No, hi, um...

- Hi. Larry clanon.
- Kate todd.

Wow, I thought I knew
most of Rick's friends.

Actually, I'm with NCIS.
We're investigating his death.

I thought it was an accident.

- Still need to investigate.
- Oh. Right.

- How do you know Rick?
- Oh, god, we've been friends...

we were friends since
high school.

We played football together,
got in trouble together. We, uh...

I can't imagine life without him.

- Hello, Father.
- Hi, Edna.

I'm a priest. Saint Matthews.

Why no collar?

I was out running errands
and I got the call.

I just came right over.
Rick was my best friend.

He's the reason
I became a priest.

How so?

When I was 19, I was in
a motorcycle accident.

A priest with a motorcycle.
Sounds like a TV show.

Right. Well, I ended up in a coma.

Rick would come sit
with me after school.

Sometimes he would
just talk to me,

and other times he would pray.

The doctors said that
if I came out of it,

I would end up in
a vegetative state, but...

It was a miracle.

Not according to Rick.

Rick said it was because he
had juice with the man upstairs.

You should come by church
some time.

Yeah, I get a cash bonus for
every person past a certain number.

- You do?
- Wow.

I'm sorry, I'm not used to a
priest with a sense of humor.

Right.

Well, the times, they are changing.

They certainly are.

Who had access to your
climbing gear?

That depends.

Lines and harnesses are usually
kept in a rope locker.

- What about D-links?
- Not a controlled item.

Most of my men take their personal
gear like that home with them.

Anyone in the unit could've
had access to Johnson's?

I suppose so.

How many men in your unit,
Commander?

That information's classified,
Agent Gibbs.

- Commander Rainer!
- I'll be right back.

Enough ammo here to take
over a small country.

How small?

Open it up.

I appreciate that you
have a job to do.

As far as we're concerned,
this was a training accident.

What if I was to tell you it wasn't?

I was there, Agent Gibbs.
I saw Johnson's D-link.

It was broken.

What you saw was a fake.

Someone substituted Lieutenant
Johnson's d-link

with one made from inferior metal.

Metal that was designed to fail.

- Sergeant.
- Sir

- Security badges.
- Yes, Sir

Anything you see or hear is to be
considered classified at the highest level.

I'll assist you in any way I can as long as
it doesn't compromise our primary mission.

Which you can't tell us.

I will tell you it's absolutely
vital to national security.

Not much help in
a murder investigation.

Well, it's the best I can do.
I've got a backup team waiting.

If there's someone deliberately
trying to sabotage this mission,

I need to know.

Get Admiral Barnes
on a secure line.

Tell him task force x-ray
may have been compromised.

Yes, Sir.

Who else knew Johnson was
going to be rappelling last night?

No one outside this unit.

My men have been in total isolation
for the past ten days,

no contact with the outside world.

Any security breaches?

One Petty Officer made a few
unauthorized calls to his wife.

- He was in Johnson's squad?
- He was.

Petty Officer Vengal.

Lieutenant Johnson counseled
him on following orders.

What kind of a sailor is Vengal?

Young, headstrong...
likes to be the center of attention.

Basically, a seal.

Johnson rode him pretty hard
but that was his job.

I'll need to talk to him as well as
anyone else on Johnson's team.

Not a problem. They're no longer
the primary team on the mission.

What's our time frame here?

We're inside a 38 hour window.

If you don't find out
what happened by then,

we scrub the mission.

Tony, get with whoever's
in charge of the climbing gear.

I want every rope, D-link
and harness checked.

- You got it, Boss.
- I'll escort Agent DiNozzo.

Bravo team's bunked in here.

How'd you get along with your
Lieutenant, Petty Officer Vengal?

He was a good seal, Sir.

But you didn't like him.

We had different styles, Ma'am.

- His style was to ride your ass.
- Yes, Sir.

- Why'd you breach security?
- Excuse me, Sir?

You called your wife.
Why?

She's pregnant.

I wanted to check up on her,
Ma'am.

I checked your service record.

Lieutenant Johnson wrote you up for an
unauthorized absence two weeks ago.

I had to take my wife to the doctor.

Why are you asking me
about the Lieutenant?

Because we're looking for
the man who murdered him.

Lieutenant Johnson's last two
calls were made while in isolation.

Both were to Father Clanon.

The Lieutenant writes up Vengal for
calling his pregnant wife

during lockdown
then makes two calls himself?

It doesn't make sense.

Agent Gibbs.
Agent Kramer, CIA.

- Is there someplace we can talk?
- Yeah

How about right here?

Whatever you can say to me,
you can say to my team.

Okay

Your investigation into Lieutenant
Johnson's death is very important to us.

Yeah? Why's that?

The seals are part of
a multiagency task force

that's been training for
a very specific mission.

Which you're not going
to tell me about.

You'd have to be read into the
program and we don't have the time.

And you think that someone inside
this task force

tampered with Johnson's
equipment.

I'm very concerned.

There's an initial vetting
process for seals.

And for this mission, they were
further vetted by the CIA.

If they've gone through all that...

Then we're dealing with
someone who's very clever.

In 34 hours, a C-141
will be fueled and ready to go.

We need to know who swapped
that D-link out and why,

otherwise four months of planning
will go out the window.

I'll tell you everything that we know
as long as you do the same.

Sure.

Sounds good to me.
Let me give you this.

- Abbs, what's up?
- Something very unexpected.

He's okay.

I ran the print off Johnson's D-link
through the military database.

No match.

Yeah, what's the unexpected part?

When I ran it through the criminal
database, I got a hit.

- Anyone we know?
- Absolutely.

Lieutenant Johnson's wife.

Hmm. she was 18 when she was
arrested for joyriding.

Joyriding.

Sounds so much better
than grand theft auto.

There's something almost
spiritual about it.

Well, she said she didn't
know the car was stolen.

Her boyfriend said he
borrowed it from a friend.

The old "blame it on the boyfriend"
excuse. One of the classics.

Well, that's usually who is to blame.

- Anything else?
- I was saving the best for last.

Why?

Denise Johnson works
at a jewelry store.

She makes custom metal jewelry.
Oh, and yesterday, when I was in the den...

I saw some things that made it seem like
Johnson may have been sleeping in there.

What kind of things?

Alarm clock, pillow, blanket.

Something's really
been bothering me.

What kind of sick and twisted logic makes you
think the boyfriend is always to blame, huh?

Could we just have a minute?

Of course my fingerprints
were on there.

And you'd find my fingerprints
on almost anything Rick owned,

except maybe his hunting rifles.

We had to ask.

You're not married,
are you, Agent Todd?

No

Well, a lot of husbands leave
a trail when they come home.

I was constantly
picking up after him.

How was your relationship
with your husband?

It was fine.

He wasn't sleeping in the den?

We had our problems,
like any married couple.

- What were they?
- None of your business.

I'm sorry if we upset you.

What were you expecting?

You come into my home

and basically accuse me of having something
to do with my husband's death.

We're just trying to
tie up any loose ends.

Your fingerprints were on the D-link,

we came, we're not accusing
you of anything.

Did your husband have a computer?

We have a laptop.

Her explanation made sense.

Doesn't mean she isn't guilty.

Do you honestly think she
had anything to do with it?

I've seen a single mother drown
her children

because her new boyfriend
didn't like them.

Nothing surprises me.

Interesting how she
pegged you for unmarried.

Here's a page 13
Lieutenant Johnson wrote

after Petty Officer Vengal
got into a fight in town.

He said he didn't start the fight,
he was just protecting himself.

It's not in Vengal's service report.
There's more.

This is from an undated
fitness report.

Under comments,
Lieutenant Johnson wrote,

Though Petty Officer Vengal
is an outstanding sailor

and no doubt will make a fine
Petty Officer first class,

at this point I think
he needs a little seasoning

and I am not recommending
him for promotion.

Also not in his service report.

So, how can that be?

Rainier said Johnson rode
Vengal pretty hard.

My guess is that was part of
his carrot and stick approach.

He wrote the page 13,
showed it to Vengal.

But never formally filed it.

So if the guy cleaned up his act,

Johnson would just toss the page
13 like it never existed.

Okay, Why did Johnson include
the counseling sheet

he wrote when Vengal was late?

That's just a slap on the wrist.
A page 13 is serious.

- Anything else?
- No

Paid the bills,
sent emails to friends, normal stuff.

You seem bothered.

That was Mrs. Vengal's doctor.

Petty Officer Vengal did take
her to see him,

but not on the day that he told
Lieutenant Johnson he did.

- He lied.
- Get Vengal in here.

Gee, Boss.

I'm not sure those guys are going to let...
Convince them, Tony.

Okay.

I was down in the evidence locker
looking for a fingerprint kit

and this started vibrating.

Freaked me out.

- Thanks, Abbs.
- Thanks, Abbs.

Lieutenant Johnson got
a text message.

"Why weren't you there?"

Who sent it?

This is weird.

It's an email message forwarded
from an internet account

that shows up as a text message
on his cell phone.

English, Kate.

Okay, I can set up
my internet account

so that if somebody emails me
on my computer and I'm not there,

the email will automatically be
forwarded to my cell phone.

What's the weird part?

Well, the email account that
this was forwarded from is

davesmith@concealmail.com.

That's not Johnson's
email address.

You're sure?

Let me rephrase that.

It's not Lieutenant Johnson's email
account on his home computer.

But he could've opened
an account on another computer.

- Under an assumed name?
- Anybody can.

But why would somebody with
a top security clearance

have an email account under
an assumed name?

What if I wanted to get into
that account?

Get a search warrant
for the servers.

We don't have time for a warrant.
What's a quicker way?

Hack into the servers.

I can't believe I just said that.

I would've never suggested that
before I started working here.

You're welcome.

Get McGee over here.
Have him work with Abby.

Tell him to do whatever it takes
to get that information.

I...Are you sure
we need to do that?

You have a problem with McGee?

Not me.

Well, then tell him to get
his butt over here.

When you're done with that,

we're going to pay a visit
to Father Clanon.

I guess I was more persuasive
than I thought.

Actually, I'm here in an official
capacity, not to go to confession.

Well, you can always kill
two birds with one stone.

I'm hearing them in 15 minutes.

- You should be in sales.
- I am.

This is Special Agent Gibbs.

I think I saw you at Denise's house.
Yeah.

- Welcome to St. Matthews.
- Thank you.

Do you mind if we ask you a few
questions about Lieutenant Johnson?

No. Please, go right ahead.

His death wasn't an accident.

Someone switched a piece of his
equipment with an inferior version.

That's what broke when he was
rappelling down the cliff.

Did Lieutenant Johnson ever tell
you anything

that might be able to help us?

Rick and I talked
about many things.

As a priest, I can't break
the seal of confession.

So he confessed something
you can't talk about.

- No, I didn't say that.
- Okay, okay.

What about the two phone calls
he made to you just before he died.

Were you in the service,
Agent Gibbs?

Marines.

Semper fidelis. Always faithful.

- That was your motto, your code?
- Yes, it is.

And did you ever have
circumstances

that allowed you to turn
your back on that code?

I guess there's no way
we could phrase

the question to allow you
to answer it.

No, there's not.

Are you sure you
won't stick around?

Maybe next time.

Very good.

Ah, thanks, Steve.

Who was that for?

Abby

McGee

Gibbs said you needed my help.

I don't need your help.

He just asked you to help me.

Okay.
What am I helping you do?

Hack into ISP servers.

We have to get into
an email account,

download the activity.

What are we looking for?

Just anything that's hinky.

Why do you use that word?

- What word?
- Hinky. It's a made-up word.

All words are made-up words.

Well I think it's stupid.

Well, maybe I shouldn't
say anything then.

Fine.
Fine.

Good.
Great.

Is there any reason why you
couldn't do this at little creek?

Evidence pertinent to the
investigation is all here.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Turn that off.

We're not taping this.

Go ahead. Shut it down.

Your future in the navy is clear.
You don't have one.

The question is, do you
have any future at all.

You don't have anything to say?

I didn't hear a question
in there, Sir.

Well, okay, then, Petty Officer,
here's a question.

Why did you lie about taking
your wife to the doctor?

I do take my wife to the doctor.
She's pregnant.

I'm talking about april 28.
You remember that date?

No, Sir.

Well, here, let me refresh
your memory.

You were late for a squad meeting.

Your excuse was taking
your wife to the doctor.

Lieutenant Johnson wrote you up.

Want to reconsider your answer?

I went to see a doctor off base.

For a medical problem.

What sort of medical problem?

Inner ear infection.

They would've yanked you from
the mission if they knew that.

- I could've worked through it.
- Yeah, maybe.

But you would have been
putting everyone else at risk.

I had it under control.

What happened on the cliff?

I told you what happened.

Your track record for
the truth is unimpressive.

We were inserted by huey...

we secured our ropes,

went down in pairs.

Lieutenant Johnson'sD-link snapped.

End of story.

You had access to Lieutenant
Johnson's gear.

So did everyone in the unit.

Yeah, but you were the only one
that Johnson was writing up.

He wasn't recommending
you for promotion.

He made multiple page 13 entries
that only you knew about.

Why would I kill Lieutenant Johnson?

If he dies, the whole
squad's off the mission.

I risked my career so
I could stay on the mission.

Gibbs.

- Kramer
- What's the status?

No change.

Touchdown is scheduled
in eight hours.

If we don't have a definitive
answer by then,

the mission is scrubbed.

That's not gonna happen.

Well, I hope you're right.

It's a hostage rescue situation.

Opportunities like this
don't come along very often.

All right...

Let's pretend
we don't know anything.

Not much of a stretch.

Start from the beginning.

Someone substituted a phony D-link
for Lieutenant Johnson's real one.

When?

They had a rappelling exercise
two weeks before without a problem.

It was in that two-week window.

Nine days out of the two-week
period, they were in isolation.

If someone outside the unit
pulled the switch,

they had a five-day period to do it.

- Who had the best opportunity?
- The wife.

What about the best friend,
Clanon?

- Gibbs, he's a priest.
- Yeah. So?

Okay, he had opportunity,
but no motive.

That we know of.

What was the wife's motive?

Well, they were sleeping
in different bedrooms.

Would indicate they were
arguing about something.

You know something about that.

Sorry, Boss.

Who had the skill to make a D-link?

The wife made metal jewelry.
She could make a D-link.

The wife wasn't having an affair
with someone at the jewelry store?

A jealous husband?

Our investigation indicates
nothing like that.

- Financial?
- Normal.

Motive, method, opportunity...
the wife had all three.

Ice cream's here.

Thank god! I'm starving.

I can wait.

Duck, what are you doing here?
It's the middle of the night.

How could I be at home
in my warm and comfortable bed

knowing my brethren were here,

toiling away in the name
of national security.

- Couldn't sleep, huh?
- Not a wink.

Neighbors again?

Or as I like to refer to them,
the devil's spawn.

Well, it's good to see you, Duck.

We could use a new pair
of eyes around here.

I'm afraid the freshness date
on my eyes expired a while back.

However, I do have
corrective lenses.

Any luck with the port scan?

Still trying to find an opening.

You going after the sockets
or the firewall itself?

Firewall. You?

Connected.
Trying to authenticate.

APG or keystroke capture?

I tried APG but the admin had limits
on how many times you could go in.

How're you gonna cover
your tracks?

Putting in a program bot
which will call another host

- infected with a similar bot...
- and so on and so on and so on...

- until it reaches the remote.
- And afterwards, it'll self-destruct?

Yeah, but before it does,
the bot knows what files to

delete from the host system
so it can delete the logs.

- Look, I'm sor...
- I'm sor...

- Go ahead.
- No, you go ahead.

I'm sorry that I got upset at you.

It's okay.
I understand.

You're insecure.

You think I'm insecure?

Well, in a cute way.

I'm not insecure.
What makes you think I'm insecure?

That whole "where is our
relationship going" thing.

So it's insecure to want to know
the status of your relationship

when one of the people in
that relationship

can't accurately communicate her feelings?
Yes.

Okay, I guess my poem
didn't mean anything then.

- Oh, no, I loved your poem.
- You did?

Of course I did.

- Which part did you like?
- All of it.

Even the finger snaps?

Especially the finger snaps.

Looks like we're back
to square one.

I don't seem to have been
much help.

That's okay, Duck.

DiNozzo there sure enjoyed
the ice cream.

- well, if I have any brainstorms...
- Yeah, we'll be here.

I wish I had a better idea of
how all this rappelling stuff worked.

Might be easier to figure
out what happened.

I have kind of a crazy idea.

Those are never comforting
words coming from you.

What?

No. No way.

You'll do fine.

Push this down, clamp it on
to your harness like that.

- There you go.
- Okay, remind me...

this is gonna helps us
solve the case again because...?

It's fun!

You want to understand
what happened.

This is how you understand.

Okay

you used to protect the president?

I've got to check your harness.

Turn around.

- Oh, god.
- How's that feel?

Uh...

- like I'm about to throw up.
- Face me.

DiNozzo, you're on belay.

Don't worry, Kate.
I got your back.

Yeah, that's what
I'm afraid of, Tony.

Okay

Guide hand, right here.

Break hand.

If you want to stop,
clamp down on this,

put your thumb right at
the center of your butt.

All set down here, Boss.

Remember what I told you.

Todd on rappel.
DiNozzo on belay.

Ready?

You know, Gibbs, I kind of think
I got the gist of it now.

It's fine! Ah!

You're doing great!

See? Well, now you know
what it feels like.

What?

The fake D-link is
lighter than the real one.

Okay.

Johnson was an experienced climber.
Why didn't he notice the difference?

Get out of that.
We have less than an hour.

No, no, you have to
change the bit to on.

I know, I know.

Embed to the bios,
then flash the bios.

We can have it runaway
into memory

and link everywhere on
the system from there.

Even if they kill it in memory..

they have to take it one step
further and kill it in bios.

- Yes, we are kicking ass.
- Yes, we are.

- Can you type any faster?
- Not unless I grow another hand.

Here, let me.

Right here in front of us
the whole time.

Lathe, vise, acetylene torch.

Everything you need
to make a D-link.

Yeah. Gibbs.

You got the emails?
What'd they say?

Love letters to who?

Abby and McGee cracked
Johnson's secret email account.

We got our answer.

I suspected something
a couple of years ago.

I'm not sure what I saw.

It's not the type of thing a woman
thinks about her husband.

- How did you find out?
- Two weeks ago,

Rick told me he was going
quail hunting for the weekend.

Which wasn't unusual except...

you knew that it wasn't
quail hunting season.

I knew.

He had once told me about a GPS
device the seals used for surveillance.

I bought something similar
online, and I hid it in his car.

He drove to downtown baltimore.

His car didn't move for two days.

I saw Rick come out with him.
They hugged.

He watched Rick leave,
waved good-bye.

You want to hear something funny?

I was hoping
it was another woman.

What happened after that?

I confronted him.

He didn't try to deny it.
I guess he felt relieved.

He said me he had
an email account,

and that's how he communicated
with his...

I told him he had to make a choice.

Why didn't you tell us that?

I didn't want to embarrass
his friends, his family...

I mean, Rick was very religious.

And I was hoping that didn't have
anything to do with his death.

- Yeah, but you knew it did.
- Yeah

I saw him working on his D-link.

Rick dedicated his life to the navy.

Five generations of his family
have served honorably.

Maybe if I hadn't confronted him...

I wake up every morning and I can't stand
to look at myself in the mirror.

I mean, why couldn't he tell me?

Yeah. Gibbs.

They're ten minutes from touchdown.
We need an answer.

It was suicide.
You're good to go.

Thank you, Agent Gibbs.

I enjoyed your sermon.

Because I worked in Mel Gibson?

It didn't hurt.

I realized that in the midst
of all the things that were going on,

I never got to tell you
how sorry I was for your loss.

He was the best man
I have ever known.

I tried to help him
believe in who he was.

And that may not be
within church doctrine,

but I believe it's god's love.

I feel like I failed him.

You didn't.

How can you know?

I have faith.

== resynced by Brach_Movic aka GilangPC ==