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It's been six months,
three weeks,

14 hours...

18 minutes since I last saw
Tina's cute little...

What are you doing?

Got to go.

You can't hold it
for 20 minutes?

I'm not going to tell Marci
I got to hit the head first.

( gate rattling )

( groans )

Aw, come on, Tom.

I promise not to shake it
more than once.

( urinating )

( gasps )

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I'd have returned
the money.
A buck eighty-five.

It's the principle,
not the amount.

I didn't notice
at the drive-thru.

I dropped the change
in the ashtray and we left.

You didn't notice because you
were too busy leering

at the blonde
working the window.

I wasn't leering.

Drooling a little, maybe.

The point is,

I didn't notice her mistake

until after we parked

and I took the change
out of the ashtray.

The point is,
you did notice,

which makes not returning
the money a conscious act.

Well, I'd burn more than
a buck eighty-five in gas

driving back there.

It's going
to come back to haunt you.

What is?

Karma. What goes around,
comes around like a boomerang.

And when yours
comes back around

you better duck really low.

Mm, well, you don't have to duck
if you don't believe.

Believe what?

Kind of a private conversation,
McGee.

KATE:
With all the bad karma

you've built up
with women alone,

I am surprised that something
hasn't just fallen off.

Missing something, DiNozzo?

( phone ringing )

( chuckles )

Yes. Gibbs.

MAN:
Agent Gibbs, this is dispatch.

Have a DOA in Norfolk.

We've got a body at Norfolk.

Get Ducky.

I thought he was
flying to London.

Plane doesn't leave
for a few hours.

Do you believe
in karma, boss?

I've had three wives, DiNozzo.

Should have driven back.

Driven back where?

( angry grunt )

Who found the body,
Commander?

Those two seamen off
the George Washington.

She docked yesterday,
after a six-month

deployment in the Gulf.

They were driving off station
for two weeks leave.

Stopped to use the head.

That what they call
bleachers in Norfolk?

The one over there
was locked.

Yeah, well, I guess I'd go
out behind the bleachers, too.

After discovering the body,

they flagged down
Petty Officer Cluxton,

who was passing by
on patrol.

You do all this,
Petty Officer?

Yes, ma'am.

After ascertaining
the Lieutenant was deceased

I searched for I.D.

You touched the body?

I was wearing gloves, sir.

Go on.

Finding no I.D.,

I radioed in the report,

retraced my steps,
marked my footprints

for exclusionary purposes,
and taped off

a 20-yard perimeter.

How often did your patrol

take you past this area
last night?

Every hour on the 30, sir.

From?

20-hundred hours when I
came on duty, sir.

Saw nothing unusual

until Seamen Jennings
and Wilkens

flagged me down at 0132.
DiNozzo, get
their statements.

On it, boss.

I took their statements, sir.

You mind if we take them, too?

No, sir. Of course not.

You did a good job,
Petty Officer.

Thank you, ma'am.

Petty Officer Cluxton.

Agent McGee.

Hey, how... how...
how have you been?

I've been good.

You?

Uh, McGee?
Good, good...

Sorry, Kate.

Yeah, good.

Uh, um... yeah, I've been
assigned

to NCIS headquarters
at the Navy Yard.

So I heard.

It was kind
of a surprise transfer.

Uh, you know, one minute
I'm in Norfolk,

the next...

You're back at Norfolk--

maybe even permanently, McGee.

Yeah, uh...
sorry, sorry, boss.

The Petty Officer

and I, we... vetted

civilian job
applicants back...

I'm going to start
measuring and sketching now.

Yeah, McGee, you do that.

That will be all for now,
Petty Officer.

Yes, sir.

If you need me,
Special Agent Gibbs,

I'll be in my office.

Okay.

You could have told her, Gibbs.

Told who what?

Petty Officer Cluxton.
She did a good job.

Did she now?

She wore gloves,
marked her footprints,

cordoned of the crime scene...

Searched the body for I.D.

How do you do that
without disturbing
the body, Agent Todd?

She could have... should have
waited for the M.E.

That would have been
doing a good job.

Keep shooting.

( sighs )

Dr. Gutterman will be filling in
in my absence.

I should warn you,

the old boy does love
to hear himself talk.

I'll do my best
to handle, Doctor.

Yes, I suspect the good doctor
will be a tad grumpy as well.

Why is that?

He lost the coin toss.

What coin toss, Ducky?

( chuckles )

The one that, in two hours,
will send me to London,

to the assembly of

the Collegium
Mortum Scrutinium.

Of course.

The Society
of Medical Examiners.

Very good, Kate.

Four years of Latin
has finally paid off.

Do you know who
founded the society?

Not a clue.

Leonardo Da Vinci himself.

Wow!

Wow, indeed.

Yes, we can trace
the roots of our society,

dedicated to the history
of forensic sciences,

to one formed by Leonardo
in the same year

that he began the Mona Lisa.

In fact, that transcendent
painting is the symbol...

GIBBS:
Duck, you want to meet
with your society in London,

or give us a lecture?

Ooh, quite right.

I do have a plane to catch.

Thank you, Jethro.

De nada.

Now, what story do you

have to tell us, my dear?

You know, Ducky, someday,
one of them will talk back.

The language
of silence

may be hard to hear, Caitlin,

but, unlike the living,

when the dead speak,
they do not lie.

Small abrasions

and visible bruising
of the neck.

Strangled?

Most likely.

Dr. Gutterman
can confirm that

when he examines
the soft tissues.

Bruises on the thighs.

She could
have been raped.

Gutterman can confirm that, too.

Liver probe.

Ready.

Usually, you ask, Jethro.

Master-Of-Arms

already searched the body, Duck.

I'm double-checking.

I do wish they'd wait
until I arrive.

Hey, boss,
got statements

from Seamen Jennings
and Wilkens.

Can I cut them loose?

They've been at sea
a long time.

Know where to find them?

Motel at Virginia Beach.

Girlfriends are waiting.

Yeah. Let 'em go.

( whistles )

Haven't been with
their women in...

six months, three weeks,

18 hours.

( shudders )

The longest I went was

11 days, six hours.

I can't believe you actually
know these things.

It's a gift.

Liver temp: 81.6.

Ambient temperature:
73.1.

Time of death?

Uh, somewhere
between 2300

and 0100.

Well, my children,

I have a plane to catch.

How long are you
in London for, Ducky?

Only three days.

Actually, I won't be in London.

I'll be in
the city of London.

There's a difference?

DUCKY:
There's a little known fact

that the city of London
isn't actually London at all.

How can it not be London?

( chuckles )

GIBBS:
No, I.D.

We've got a Lieutenant Jane Doe.

The moment Special Agent Gibbs
is done processing the scene,

we get her back to the morgue.

Of course, Doctor.

Ducky, if it's not London,
what is it?

Shouldn't you be on
a plane by now, Doctor?

One of the modern marvels
of air travel, Mr. Palmer--

miss one flight,
there are numerous others

from which to choose.

You started without me.

I believe, as you are
my assistant,

as opposed to the
other way around,

it is my prerogative
to start without you.

( phone ringing )

Abby here.

You're on the air.

Abby, it's Ducky.

Oh, Ducky on the AirFone.
How cool.

I'm in Autopsy.

Then you're going to be way late
for afternoon tea.

I'm sending Mr. Palmer up
with the victim's fingerprints,

semen and blood,
for DNA analysis.

Ooh. Raped and murdered.

Be sure to sign
the evidence exchange forms.

I will check.

Okay.

As soon as I'm finished with
this explosive swab analysis

I will get all over it.

No, you will get
all over it now.

Whoa.

Why are you still here?

I-I'm not.

You're back, aren't you?

You bastard.

That good for you?

Trust me, Mr. Goodwrench,
I'm smiling.

I'm not.

Hey, Gibbs.

( head bangs on desk )

Hey, boss.

Special Agent Goodwrench?

McGee is rewiring my hot box.

That's a nickname for
a bundle of receptors
in the firewall

that regulates

the flow of energy
throughout the system.

See, when stimulated correctly

it sends out waves and waves
of rhythmic pulses.

Waves that, uh...

that hyper-crank

the transfer speed
of digitized infor...

Abby.

McGee is helping me
speed up the search

for Lieutenant Jane Doe's
fingerprints

in the AFIS database.

I got to I.D. her fast,
to keep their hound at bay.

I'm more
Jack Russell Terrier.

No, not you, Gibbs. Ducky.

He's barking at my heels
like a dog with the mange.

He's still here?

He's in autopsy.

And he's so grouchy

he'll give you
a run for your money.

If I said that to Gibbs,
I would be seeing stars.

Well, that's the
advantage of being me.

Now get back down there.

Dr. Mallard?

Jimmy Palmer.

Oh... how stupid is that?

I know that you know
I'm not Dr. Mallard.

I just...
because he... uh...

He's not here, sir.

He catch a flight to England?

No, he said he was going
to Norfolk.

I think he drove.

Why?

Why'd he drive?

Go to Norfolk.

Oh. Uh...
he didn't say.

He just finished the autopsy,
told me to put her to bed

and then he said
he was going to Norfolk.

Anything unusual in the autopsy?

I don't know, sir.

Dr. Mallard wouldn't even
let me assist him.

He did everything by himself.

He ever do that before?

No, sir.

He took quite a while, too.

He wanted to check
everything over and over.

I thought he only made
me do that 'cause I'm...

...inexperienced.

Sheesh!
I've seen that look before.

You went to the men's room
45 minutes ago.

You clocked me?

What could take you
so long?

Don't answer that.

Actually, Kate, I was...

I don't want to hear it!

...returning the buck
eighty-five to the drive-thru.

You returned the money?

See, the whole hands over
the ears thing doesn't work.

I used to do that
when I was a kid

I could hear everything
my parents said.

They had some interesting words.

I can't believe
you gave it back.

Well, she was off duty.

You didn't give it back.

The pimply-faced mall rat
at the drive-thru

would've just pocketed it.

You brought
the teacher coffee?

Thinking ahead, Kate.

Thinking ahead.

After you tell Gibbs
we've got nothing,

a cup of his favorite brew
will tame the beast.

After I tell Gibbs?

Tell me what?

Hey, boss.
I got you a little...

Hot, hot, hot, hot...

Aah...!

( chuckling )

What are the odds
of that happening

twice in one day?

GIBBS:
The same as me

firing the two of you
if I don't get a report.

( clears throat )

The victim's picture

is on the Navy Intranet

to department heads of every
in-station vessel and base unit.

Nothing yet.

PSA?

No missing females.

Officers or enlisted.

PSA is
Personnel Support Activity.

I've been here a year, Tony.

I know the acronyms.

Ah, a year.

Seems like only yesterday
you were mixing up

NAV-SOCs with NAV-SUPs.

( groans )

Our little girl's growing up
fast, isn't she, boss?

What was that for?

Not growing up.

What else you got?

Nothing.

Nothing.

ABBY:
Hey, guys.

But it looks like Abby does.

Who is our victim?

We do not know.

Then what are you doing here?

We're... we're...
we're through, boss.

We ran the entire
AFIS data bank,

we didn't get a match.

How can AFIS
not find a match?

She's a Navy lieutenant.

DUCKY:
No, she isn't, Jethro.

Lieutenant Jane Doe
is a misnomer.

The poor woman was never
in the Navy.

Match this sperm

against the sample
I removed from our victim.

Please.

You've been holding out
on me, Doctor.

Yes, Agent Gibbs...

I have.

Tell my family
what happened to me.

Please.

GIBBS:
Dr. Mallard.

That's not the first
trident you've seen

carved in the neck
of a victim, is it?

No.

I shouldn't have
held out on you,

but I wasn't sure it was the
same until I did the autopsy.

You weren't sure when you saw
the trident on her neck

at the crime scene?

Unlike you, Agent Gibbs,

I prefer to rely
on forensic evidence

and not my gut.

We're a team, Doctor.

Team members don't hold out.

Yes, you're right.

It was... unprofessional.

I'm still hoping that
Abby doesn't get a match

and all this is just
some macabre coincidence.

Forgive me, Jethro.

Tell me about
that other case.

Well, it was
ten years ago...

A Navy corpsman, out jogging,

found a body in a culvert

beside an athletic field
at Norfolk--

a Navy lieutenant who'd been
raped and strangled.

She had a trident carved
on the side of her neck.

We ran her prints through AFIS
and got nothing.

She wasn't in the Navy.

Our profiler believed
that the murderer

had dressed his victim
as a Navy lieutenant

to fulfill some
revenge fantasy.

'94 was the first year women
were deployed on combat ships.

Yes, Special Agent Dawes and I
assumed that the killer

had served under
a female officer.

Dawes?

I don't know him.
He retire?

Uh-uh. He passed on,
oh... seven years ago.

He investigated every Navy unit
with a trident insignia.

Especially those
with female officers.

He didn't come up
with a single suspect.

The trident symbol may have
nothing to do with the Navy.

That's the conclusion
we came to. But...

this note was found
at the scene of the crime,

three days after the body
was discovered.

Missed it on
the initial search?

No.

It was found where
the body had been.

But he didn't come back.

Not until now.

I've got one question
for you, Ducky.

Why is this case so personal?

Did you know that
Leonardo Da Vinci

never gave the Mona Lisa

to the patron
who commissioned it?

Nope.

Instead... he carried
the painting with him

for the rest of his life.

She's been with me
for ten years, Jethro.

She was the only Jane Doe
I never identified.

The only one whose family
has no closure.

The only one
who never went home.

( phone ringing )

Autopsy.

ABBY:
Ducky?
Do I sound like Ducky?

No. Actually, these days
he sounds more like you, Gibbs.

I'm not in the mood, Abbs.

Well, maybe this will brighten

your spirits.

The semen sample
from Jane Doe's murderer

matches the sample
that Ducky gave me.

This is good news, right?

Abbs, that semen is from
a ten-year-old cold case.

He's back, isn't he?

Not again, Jethro.

We can't let him
escape again.

DUCKY:
I saw this trident

carved into the neck
of the victim

at the crime scene
and told no one.

Not even Gibbs.

All I can do is apologize
and assure you

that such an inexcusable lapse
of forensic protocol

will never happen again.

Right.

Ten years ago, another Jane Doe

was found raped and strangled
in a culvert

beside an athletic field
at Norfolk.

She, too, was a civilian,

dressed in the uniform
of a naval lieutenant.

She had a high
blood-alcohol level

and a trident carved
into the side of her neck.

Abby has confirmed

that sperm from both victims
came from the same man,

so we are pursuing
a serial rapist and murderer.

GIBBS:
This note was found three days

after the crime scene
had been processed.

A challenge
to investigators.

You think, Kate?

I've asked Commander Reynolds

to place our crime scene
under discreet surveillance.

Since '94 was the first year

we deployed women on warships,

this wacko may be
an enlisted man

acting out a revenge fantasy.

They investigate units with
tridents on their patches?

Gee, I don't think
they thought about that, Tony.

Yeah.

They investigated every
ship and shore division

with female officers.

Nada.

Abbs, you need to go
to the head?

No. I have a question.

Isn't ten years a long time
between murders?

Absolutely.

This doesn't fit
a serial killer's profile.

Ducky, could pull the headshots
up for me again, please?

Now if he goes
through the trouble

of dressing two civilians
like a lieutenant he hates,

why is one blonde

the other brunette?

One Anglo, one Hispanic?

They're both cute
for being dead.

GIBBS:
He's a wacko!

Maybe just being female

and intoxicated was good enough.

Unless Abby blew
the sperm match...

No way.

...the same man killed
both of them.

Which means he didn't rape and
murder for ten years because...

He was in prison!
He was in prison!

GIBBS:
Hey...

Okay, homework assignments:
McGee--

Boss.

Search JAG records
for sailors incarcerated

after October of '94.

And recently released.
On it.

Kate, suspect interviews
from ten years ago.

If any of these men
still live

in Norfolk,
question them.

Okay.

DiNozzo,

flash this Jane Doe

at every bar, club
and strip joint

within a mile
of the Norfolk Gate.

Given the victim's
blood-alcohol level,

maybe he picked her up
at one of them.

No problema.

Abby, forensics
may have

missed something in '94.
Go over it again.

Yes, Professor.

Come on, people.
Let's go! Let's go!

Hey, wait.
Come here.

You'll need Ducky's help.

No, I won't.

Abbs...

Yes, I will.

Hey, uh, Duckman...

Yeah.

The cross polars

in my polarizing
light microscope
won't center.

You may have a problem.

Yeah.

However, I think
I have the solution.

Hey.

How's NCIS doing?

Well, according
to my friends,

I'm having some bad karma.

Not that I really believe in
that stuff, but... you know.

You really should, you know.

That right?

Yeah.
See, I used to reject

all things spiritual,
mystical and existential

But once I began
to embrace them,

my whole life
started to blossom.

She been in recently?

No. What'd she do?

Got herself raped
and killed.

Such a sweet countenance.

"Sweet countenance..."

Yeah, that radiant look
on her face.

She doesn't look
radiant-- she's dead.

In that picture?

Yeah, she's dead.

She's dead?

She's dead.

Why do you think
her eyes are closed?

I thought she was meditating.

Okay, thanks.

Guess he doesn't believe
in that, either.

GIBBS:
Well, have Petty Officer
Cluxton deliver it ASAP.

MAN:
I'll put it in the overnight
for you.

No. The evening pouch
will not do, Commander!

He didn't wait three days.

ABBY:
Hello.

Abbs, Norfolk got a note
from our wacko.

Ooh, did you catch him?

He made the drop before

surveillance was in place.

You-/////!ll have it
in a couple of hours.

Listen. Compare the ink,
the paper,

the handwriting.

Did you get DNA?

You get DNA off the first note?

Yep. DNA testing was in
the caveman era in '94.

I'm good.

I'm really good.

Gas pain?

What?

No!

Well, then stop grinning

and tell me what you got.

When he found the first
Jane Doe while jogging,

Petty Officer Goetz was in port
on a carrier,

the Teddy Roosevelt.

Really? Agent Dawes interrogated
him a number of times

on the Big Stick and here.

Big Stick?

Teddy Roosevelt.

"Talk softly, carry a...

Carry a big stick. Cute.

Goetz stayed in the
Navy, is a chief

and arrived in Norfolk
on the same carrier

as the seamen
who found our Jane Doe.

Uh, the "Honest Abe."

"Shall Not Perish."

What?

The Lincoln not
the "Honest Abe."

It's "Shall Not Perish."

What kind of a nickname
is "Shall Not Perish"?

Ask Chief Goetz when you
pull him in for questioning.

Okay.

The Emancipator.

That, that would be a good
name for the Abraham Lincoln.

Since he, uh,

he signed the
Emancipation Proclamation.

Uh, the... Sorry.

This have to do with the body

I found ten years ago, sir?

Yeah.

Isn't there a statute
of limitations

on questioning a suspect?

Didn't say you
were a suspect.

Why else would I be here, sir?

Another body was found
two nights ago.

Same MO.

She have a trident... here?

He said he'd be back.

Now, how did you know that?

Agent Dawes never told you.

No, sir.

But he had me write out
"I'll be back"

with my right and left hand.

Not too hard to figure out why.

You arrived two days ago
on the Abraham Lincoln?

Yes, sir.

First night back,
where'd you go?

You think I raped
and murdered her?

Never said she was raped.

You said the same MO.

Where'd you spend
your first night ashore?

Clubbing?

I didn't leave the station.

Six months at sea,
your first night in port

you spend it
aboard ship?

No, sir.

I said I didn't leave
the station.

I stayed with a friend.

Stationed here
at Norfolk?

Yes, sir.

Hey.

Hey! Whoa. Whoa!

Where's the five-alarm?

I think I have a suspect.

Machinist Mate Harlan Wilson.

He was there in October '94.

Discharged that December.

Arrested two months
later in Toronto

for sexually assaulting

a female Canadian
naval officer.

Got 15 years.
Paroled two months ago

and is now living
in Norfolk.

I didn't know
there were women
in the Canadian Navy.

I gotta tell Gibbs.

Whoa, probie, first, you report
to your immediate superior.

I just did.

"Blah-blah-blah-blah,
female Canadian naval officer."

That's not reporting.

Yeah, that would be
all you heard.

Again, start
with the name.
Can't do that, sir.

Your friend married?

No, sir.
An officer?

Yes, sir.

So, you see how
I can't give you
the name.

Chief,

I'm not interested
in ruining careers.

I need to know

where you spent
the night of the murder.

Can we speak
off the record, sir?

Just you and me?

Kate...

stop the tape.

Stop the tape.

Yes, ma'am.

TONY:
No sound?

Gibbs is having

a private interrogation:
no sound, no video.

McGee needs to talk to him.

I'm not going
to interrupt him.

Kate...

( wry laugh )

No.

Okay. Fill her in, McGee.

Tell her about
Harlan Wilson.

Meet me in the
garage in five.

I'm waiting, Chief.

How do I know
they stopped taping?

Because I told them to.

The name.

Lieutenant Commander...

William McDougal.

Hey, Starsky, check

the sweet '70's ride.

Nice.

All right, you be
the Avon Lady.

I'll cover the rear.

Yah.

What's the peekie, probie?

Doesn't look like anyone's home.

I'd love to get
a look inside

while he's away.

I told you we should get
search authorization.

No time.
Besides it's a Catch-22.

It is?

Yeah. We go inside
and get something

we shouldn't,
we're screwed.

We don't go inside and don't get
something we could've,

we're more screwed.
I'm not following.

That's because I'm a highly
seasoned senior field agent

and you're a pathetic...
Probie. Yeah.

You're a fast study, McGee.

15 seconds--
personal best.

Harlan's no Martha Stewart.

Well, he's gonna be home soon.

How can you tell?

Hungry Man in the oven.

Buck eighty-freakin'-five.

( car approaching )

Pickup's pulling up!

( grunts )

( dog barking in distance )

Yeah?
NCIS.

Harlan Wilson?

Tom Wilson-- his big brother.

Your kid brother
around, Tom?

No.

He listed this address
on his parole release.

He wa here.

You know where he is now?

Yeah.

Well, we need to talk to him.

Well, that's gonna be hard
to do.

He's been dead for six weeks.

Chief Goetz's alibi checks out.

Where was he?

With a friend.

You're taking the word
of a friend?

No,

a saliva swab

to compare his DNA with sperm

taken from the victim's.
Any other questions?

Good. My turn.

Where's McGee?

He took Harlan's hairbrush
to Abby

to compare his DNA
to the sperm.

Probie won't give up
on the obvious.

Harlan Wilson was dead

when the
second murder occurred,

wasn't he, DiNozzo?

Very dead, boss.
Big mother heart attack.

Fax of the death certificate.

How many bars and clubs
did you canvass?

Uh, 24, 25.

Which was it?

24 or 25?!

You in a bad mood, Boss?

No!

Didn't think so.

Covered every one within a mile

of the Norfolk main gate--

like you said.

What about the other gates?

You didn't ask me
to look at...

I'm gonna... I'm on that.

Kate, you go with him.

You want me to go bar-hopping
with Tony?!

You've never been in a bar,
have you?

Not the kind sailors hang at.

Agent Gibbs?

You can catch him
at the rear elevator.

Agent Gibbs.

You have the note,
Petty Officer?

I do, sir.

Knowing how important
the note is forensically,

I jumped a ride with a CH-53
that was headed to Quantico,

caught the Amtrak to D.C.,
then hailed a cab.

Well, that's creative thinking,
Petty Officer Cluxton.

Thank you, sir.
Are you taking

the note to the lab now?

I'm...

pretty interested
in forensics, sir.

KATE:
Tell me you're not serious
about the last place.

Completely serious, Kate.

I mean, strip clubs
are good for more than

just fraternity bashes
and bachelor parties.

You honestly think
bar mitzvahs are appropriate.

Oh, trust me.

Nothing says
"welcome to manhood"

as perfectly as
a skillful lap dance.

Speaking of...

Hello.

We don't open until 6:00.

And you're working here
instead of catching rays

at the beach in a thong.

I know it's cold out,

probably too cold.

You do wear a thong,
don't you?

Tony...

Sorry.

It's my humor.

Not for everyone.

NCIS.

Naval Criminal
Investigative Service...

Yeah, I know what it means.

What do you want?

Tony...

Well...

Tony.

What?!

This is the girl playing
the drums, isn't it?

Yeah, she hasn't been here
the last three nights.

What happened to her?

Can you tell us her name?

Janice Santos.

She isn't sleeping,
is she?

Not sleeping.

Oh, my God.

( stifled sob )

We need an address.

What happened to her?

She was raped
and murdered.

Some man

raped and murdered her?

Yeah. It wasn't me.

I'm trying to catch
the bastard.

Sorry.

It's just a shock.

Any ideas who
could've done this?

No. God, no.

Do you have the address?

Yeah, of course.

I'll get it for you.

She took that hard.

Yeah. She sure did.

The writing looks the same
to me, Special Agent McGee.

It's pretty similar,
Petty Officer Cluxton.

There are
slight discrepancies,

within the range that
a person's handwriting

would change in ten years...

Special Agent McGee.

What's this?

Oh, that's a polarizing
light microscope.

Let me show you
how to use it.

You touch that, McGee,
you'll be singing soprano.

Yeah, Abby's under
a lot of pressure.

What are you doing
to the note?

Are you writing a book?

No, I'm just...

interested, ma'am.

Looking for prints.

McGEE:
The fumes are from
heated super glue.

In its gaseous form,
its bonding capabilities

enable us to obtain
fingerprints.

( machine beeps )

( sighs ):
Nothing.

Well...

I'd better get
back to Norfolk.

Thanks for letting
me observe, ma'am.

Anytime. Well...

not anytime... sometime.

Maybe.

Good seeing you again,
Special Agent McGee.

Likewise,
Petty Officer Cluxton.

( machine beeping )

So, are you two that formal

when you're exchanging
bodily fluids?

TONY:
Stay outside, sir.

Did Janice Santos
always keep the place so empty?

I don't know.

No clothes.
No personal effects.

This place has been cleaned.

We better call Gibbs.

( telephone rings )

At least I can tell Duck you've
I.D.'d Jane Doe Number Two.

If her apartment's that clean,

this Janice Santos
probably knew her killer.

When you're finished
with the crime scene,

bring everything back here.

I'll see you at Abby's
in the morning.

ABBY:
DNA processing
can take several days,

but knowing the hyper-urgency
of the case, I processed

all of the sperm samples
in just 37 hours.

Gonna be another 37
before we get some results?

Okay, um...

DNA off the first note
matched the sperm.

The killer wrote it.

The second note?
No prints. No DNA.

What about the handwriting?

It could be a match.

I sent a copy

to an expert I met
at a forensics conference

at the Greenbriar.

It is such a sweet place.

They have golf,
tennis,

falconry...

Falconry!

I hunted with a falcon
in Scotland in my youth.

It's so cool. Yeah.

It's almost a lost art,
I'm afraid.

Like forensics reporting?

( chuckles )

Okay... moving on to saliva,

always a crowd pleaser.

There is no way
Chief Goetz's DNA comes close

to matching the sperm.

I guess you
were right, boss.

You guess?

I know.

Abby, why do you
call us all in here

when you have nothing?

But I do!

I matched the DNA off the hair
from the brush McGee gave me.

Hello, Mr. Wilson?

The DNA matches the sperm
found in both victims.

That's impossible.

Wilson had been
dead weeks

when Janice Santos
was raped.

DNA does not lie.

Hey.

Hey, he died before she did,
boss, I swear.

Boss, what if...

what if Wilson's semen was

inserted in Janice Santos

after she was murdered?

Ew!

How'd the murderer
get the semen?

DUCKY:
Same way I did.

Looking at the time code,

this is the day
before the murder.

What is it, McGee?

She's the one.

Well, how
can you tell?

She's not even near
the refrigerator.

His gut.

No, no, no,
it's not just my gut, boss.

When I was back
at Norfolk, Cynthia...

Petty Officer Cluxton
and I, we were friendly.

Really!

Abby...

She liked me,

but not that way.

What way would
that be, probie?

I didn't ask, Tony,
and she didn't tell.

Cluxton's gay?

Boss, we I.D.'d
Janice Santos

in a lesbian bar.

There's more.

Petty Officer Cluxton used

her mother's name.

Her father was an NCIS Agent
before he died.

Special Agent Dawes.

TONY:
Boss, I didn't think
about this until...

I think that's her.

That's okay.

Run the tape.

Janice Santos was your lover.

You met her at Flip Side...

a lesbian bar.

Which is why the bartender
didn't respond to me.

CLUXTON:
You accusing me
of being gay, sir?

No. No, I'm accusing you
of murder.

Murder?

I didn't murder anyone, sir.

She jilt you, Petty Officer?

I have no idea what
you're talking about, sir.

It doesn't matter.

We have you on tape removing
semen from a Jane Doe case

your father worked
ten years ago.

Can you identify on that tape
what I'm removing

in the evidence locker, sir?

I can't.

You copied
the killer's M.O.

from your father's
case file.

I'm not sure where my father's
case files are, sir.

You strangled
Janice Santos,

put her in a Navy uniform.

carved a trident
in her neck,

inserted semen
from the first murder

in her vagina.

Not true.

None of it, sir.

Even left a note like the one
found at the first crime scene.

I didn't leave that note,
I found it.

So, who killed Janice Santos?

Obviously, whoever murdered
the Jane Doe ten years ago, sir.

No, not whoever.

His name is Harlan Wilson.

A former machinist's mate
stationed at Norfolk.

You caught him, sir.

No.

No, but we matched his DNA
to semen found in both victims.

Why are you accusing me?

Harlan Wilson died five weeks

before you killed Janice.

Damn...

damn...

damn!

It's time for our relationship
to change, my dear.

It's time for you to go home,

but it's not the home
you knew in this life.

But I think
you'll find peace here.

And the way things turned out,
so will I.

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