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MAN:
We're thrilled you folks
decided to stay with us,

and just so you know,

we got free local phone calls,

daily in-room coffee,
and an AM-FM radio.

Is it clean?

Of course it's
clean, Lillian.

Well, the last time
we were here,

I saw a cockroach,
Albert.

That wasn't a
cockroach.

Oh, all of a sudden,
you're an expert.

I'm an entomologist.
32 years.

I think I'd know a
cockroach if I saw one.

Well, I can assure
you folks, our rooms

are maintained
to the highest standards of...

Cockroach habitability?

I was going to say cleanliness
and neatness.

However, if you folks
are unhappy

with the room
in any way...

Stay single.

...just let me know and can see
about getting you an upgrade.

I think we'll
take that upgrade.

( moans )

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In my professional opinion,

the risk of serious
injury is substantial.

I agree.

But there are protocols
that have to be followed.

Which are useless
if it doesn't

impart a tactical advantage.

Don't underestimate
appearances, Ziva.

I've have known
entire missions to fail

because an asset didn't button
her lapel properly.

I see your point.

So we are in agreement?

BOTH:
Heels.

( sighs )

I hate court.

Your sacrifice is noted
and appreciated.

Let's talk outfits.

I say you just go
with the heels.

( sultry purring )

Is that inappropriate?
Sorry.

Nice Jimmy Choos
there, Abs.

Can we help you, Agent DiNozzo?

Yes, I've come
to collect Officer David.

Boss got the Bat Signal.

I showed up
just in time.

Another minute, and you guys
would have been

braiding each other's hair.

And who knows where
that can lead to, Tony.

Where are we going?

Little Creek.

ZIVA:
Little Creek Base?

Actually, it's an off-base
Navy lodging facility

used mostly
by TDY personnel

and visiting family.

Apparently there was some kind
of bloodbath.

Mondays. What's
the body count?

Who said anything
about a body, DiNozzo?

( camera shutter clicking )

Ugh!

( camera shutter clicking )

"Redrum?"

All we're missing is a kid
on a Big Wheel

and a man
in a bear suit.

And in your head,
that makes sense to you?

Yeah, it's The Shining, Ziva.

Now that you mention it,

what was that guy doing
in a bear suit?

WOMAN:
I'm just saying
that this wouldn't

have happened
at the Marriott.

Excuse me for not checking
the axe-murderer policy

when I made
the reservation!

Did you request

this specific room
when you called the Lodge?

No, we requested the one with
the eviscerated squirrels,

but this is
all they had.

What the hell kind
of question is that?!

Our last one.

BELL BOY:
Did I mention we have

over 100 channels
of crisp, clear cable?

GIBBS:
Talk to me, DiNozzo.

Occupants checked
out two days ago.

Room was cleaned yesterday,
then locked tight.

No sign of forced entry?

No, but a previous

guest could have
kept the key.

We're going over lists.

Field test says
the blood was human.

We don't know
what parts those are.

Dr. Mallard is still working
on the bathroom.

I'd take an umbrella if you go

in there.

( indistinc background
radio communication )

( siren blaring
in distance )

TONY:
Doesn't make sense,
does it, boss?

If it's a prank,
it should be animal blood.

If it's a Satanic ritual,
where are the pentagrams?

Could have been an interrogation
that got out of control.

Or a drug deal gone bad.
Look at this.

TONY:
How bad does a drug
deal have to go

for you to leave
the drugs behind?

Find out
what happened here.

I know something
of what happened.

All this scattered

organic detritus
is human fascia,

fibrous connective tissue
that anchors skin to muscles.

If you look closely,
you see neither skin

nor muscle.

Yeah. I'll take
your word for it.

All of this tissue
was skillfully extracted,

possibly during extensive
postmortem procedure.

Someone was dissected
here, Duck?

More likely

three someones.

And whoever the guilty party is,

he didn't get his technique
from the Internet.

You're looking...

for a trained
medical practitioner.

No. No doctors
or surgeons stayed

at the Lodge
in the last two months.

Now checking
surrounding ho...

hotels.

( scoffs ):
You missed again, Tony.

Did I, McGee?

Remember,

"Goals are deceptive.

The unaimed arrow
never misses."

What kind of loser
wrote that?

I think it's
good advice.

Really?

Well, then, I-I have
the perfect one for you.

"In great attempts,
it is glorious

even to fail."

Didn't Vince Lombardi say that?

Well, hold on to that
one, but the rest of
these are worthless.

Nice calendar, McGeek.

Hey!
Relax. This stuff
will melt your mind.

It's not good for you,
it makes you weak.

Tony, it was a gift.

From who, your wet nurse?

GIBBS:
No.

From me.

It's a nice
calendar, boss.

Anybody find me
my doctor yet?

Not yet, but we do know how

he got in the room.

A maid had her master key
stolen two days ago.

She see anything?
No.

DAVID:
I ran the prints

from the crime
scene-- 15 total.

All from registered guests.
Only two were in the area

last night.

Bring them in.

Unfortunately,
they both have airtight alibis.

Looks like the unaimed arrow
missed after all.

Now that amateur hour is over,

I draw your attention
to the plasma screen

in the middle
of the room.

Psychopathic blood spatter.

Usually randomly
scattered; take a look

at the drips on the wall.

It's a little
Jackson Pollock, but

you notice anything?

( beep )

They're emanating
from a central point.

Step off, McFlower Power.

You've had your chance
to speak.

They're emanating
from a central point.

( scoffs )

( computer beeps )

TONY:
Then there's the TV.
It looks like

it was knocked off
the bureau in a struggle

of some sort, right?

Except that Abby found

CRT shards in a bath mat.

So?

So...
Dr. Giggles laid the television

on the floor,
covered it with the bath mat,

to muffle the sound,
and he broke it.

Crime scene was staged, boss.

Victims were killed
someplace else.

Where?

What, I gotta do all the work?

I-I'm going
to get right on that.

Do that,
DiNozzo.

You're doing most
of it anyway.

( goofy squeak ):
Ooh.

( groans )

I think it best to start with
a corner piece, Mr. Palmer.

Uh, Doctor, I...?
Haven't you ever done
a jigsaw puzzle?

You always start
with the corners.

May I suggest the
plantar fasciae.

The feet?
Yes.

And then build it up
from there.

The anterior fasciculus
of the...

Of the ankle...
Mm-hmm!

And then the fascia crusis
of the lower calf.

Well, thank you, Doctor.

That's a very helpful analogy.

And a fitting one, too,
considering the original term

for "jigsaw puzzle"
was "dissected maps"--

so named by Europeans
in the late 1760s.

They used to take maps

and cut them up into
irregular pieces

for their children
to reassemble.

Hello, Jethro.

Right on schedule.

That predictable, Duck?
( laughs )

That thorough.

We still talking
three bodies here?

Well, that's why we call it
"preliminary findings."

Actually,
we have the remains

of at least
four individuals,

and perhaps
considerably more.

JIMMY ( eagerly ):
At first, we thought there
might be a serial killer.

Uh, not that
that is a good thing.

Unfortunately, Mr. Palmer's
private hopes were dashed

when I noticed,
in our latest meat puzzle,

traces of vascular tissue.

It's exactly what

you would see if you looked
into a medical

disposal bin
after surgery.

That is if
you cared

to look, which apparently
our perpetrator did.

Doc, are you saying
these remains are medical waste?

It explains the precision
of the incisions.

All of these pieces of tissue
were removed by a surgeon,

disposed of, rescued, and then
put on display for reasons,

well, I will leave you
to ponder.

We're being set up.

DUCKY:
So it seems.

But set up for what?

Sigmund Freud,
eat your heart out.

McGee, no lurking
without a permit.

Sorry.

Just, uh, checking
to see if you

finished the analysis
on that powder yet.

Field test said it
was cocaine, but...

I told you I was gonna e-mail
you the results when I was done.

Yes.

Don't you have court today?

I'm finished.

All I had
to do was give a deposition.

Oh.

So, don't have to go back
or anything?

McGee!

You came all the way down here
to see me in my court suit!

No...

You totally did!

No, I did not.

Your mouth lies, but

your red ears are
telling the truth...

What? What's wrong?

Do you smell that?

No.

It's almonds. We have
to get out of here!

What's going on?

Cyanide gas!

( groans )

( alarm blaring,
air whooshing )

( trilling,
then two beeps )

( whirring )

Hydrogen cyanide gas.

Another three minutes in here...

game over.

How did this happen?

Abby said
the coke was bad.

It contained potassium cyanide,
which turned gaseous

when she added the...

the "acidified cobalt thio...

"cynit... cyan...

thio..."
MAN:
Cobalt thiocyanate.

Cobalt cyothionate, uh...
yeah, from her drug test kit.

So this was an accident.

Abby doesn't have accidents.

Well, Abby also
doesn't have enemies.

I mean, it's not like we're
talking about Agent DiNozzo.
Hey!

Ma'am.

Crime scene
was a set-up, Director.

Right now,
Abby's our best lead.

While she and McGee
were playing

in the shower,
Ziva and I took a walk

through the World
of Sciuto.

Our mistress of the dark
is keeping secrets from us.

( elevator bell dings )

This is so embarrassing.

Okay, in my defense,

what self-respecting
drug dealer

cuts his cocaine
with potassium cyanide?

Obviously one that doesn't care
about repeat business.

Luckily, your exposure
to the gas was brief.

I don't anticipate

any long-term
ramifications.

Better not be.

You two don't have permission
to be sick.

We're fine, Gibbs.

The only damage done
was to my ego.

It was a newbie accident.

What?

We're not so sure
it was an accident, Abs.

"Not sure" meaning what?

We think whoever set up

the crime scene
might be after Abby.

( chuckling ):
Me?

Who would want
to kill me?

I mean, Tony, I understand...

Hey!

The name Mikel Mawher
ring a bell?

ZIVA:
It should.

He placed over
200 phone calls

to you in the last four months,
one of them.

right before the accident.

You went
through my phone records?

And your credit
card bills.

Did you really
buy this guy Mawher

a straightjacket
for his birthday?

Okay, slow down.
Okay...
Sounds like you two
were pretty serious.

Until she filed a
restraining order
against him.

I'd say the straightjacket
was a red flag there, Abs.

DUCKY:
How come we've never

heard about
this gentleman?
Okay.

I dated him last year,
and things just got

a little out of hand.

Did I mention
the restraining order?

Okay, it was a lot out of hand.

Why didn't you come
to me, Abby?

Because, Gibbs,
I wanted him restrained.

I didn't want him beaten
to a pulp with a baseball bat.

And I'm embarrassed.

It wasn't great taste
in boyfriends.

Yeah, I saw the web-shrine
dedicated to you.

www.myhotdarkangel.com.

It's creepy...

but it's not dangerous.

He just can't accept

that it's over between us,

but he's not a violent type.

Guy cleans up crime
scenes for a living, Abs.

I know, that's what
I liked about him.

But I'm telling you, Gibbs,
he's not your man.

You're going
to pay him a visit, anyway.

Could you pick up

my red studded dog collar
while you're there?

( heavy metal playing
in distance )

ZIVA:
"Free decomposition
odor removal

included in all
double homicides."

TONY:
I can see why she
fell for the guy.

They even have the same taste
in music.

( music blaring )

( music blasting )

( camera clicks )

MAN:
Hey!

You ruined my shot!

( turns volume down )

I take that back;
not bad.

I should redo
my before-and-after shots

for my new brochures.

You know, "Name
the crime scene,

we'll wipe
the grime clean."

So what do you got, huh?

Sub accident?

Explosive
decompression?

Never worked
with NCIS before.

Yeah, the restraining
order probably made that

kind of little difficult, huh?

I-I don't know what
you're talking about.

The only reason you're
still able to walk

is because I never heard
about you until today.

Okay, that
restraining order!

Look, this is not
necessary, okay?

All right, I shouldn't
have called her earlier.

I just wanted to apologize.

You got something
to apologize for, do you?

Yeah, I was a little
crazy before.

Look, I was in
therapy, okay?

I found that I was projecting
my own obsession onto Abby,

and, therefore, she did not want
to reciprocate it,

and I just wanted to call
and apologize for any pain

and suffering I put her through.

Is Abby in some kind of trouble?

You tell me.

Oh, my God.

Look familiar?

No, but for two grand,
I can make it look like...

Hey.
Okay, look.

I don't know
what you're talking about, okay?

I'm cured now, I'm good!

You know,
I'm on antidepressants.

I have a new girlfriend!
( laughs )

Well, now all you need
is an alibi

for the last two days,
and you're golden.

Well, then, I'm golden,
you know?

It's been drive-by central
since the full moon, man.

All the crazies are out,
you know.

And that
makes you golden how?

Because I've been
with D.C. Metro

for two whole days,
that's why.

ABBY:
The lunar effect is a myth.

There is no
statistical correlation

between the phases of the moon

and human behavior.

That's why it would never work
with us.

Because the lunar effect
is a myth?

No, because
I'm a scientist,

and he plays with voodoo dolls.

But you play with
voodoo dolls, Abby.

I meant it metaphorically,
McGee.

I don't think
they actually do anything.

I just play with them, you know,
to relax.

Well, looks like

you can put away
your Mike Mawher doll then.

Metro confirmed
Mawher's alibi.

TONY:
Cleaned eight
crime scenes

over the past four days.

Been surrounded by homicide
detectives the entire time.

Any of the crime scenes match
what we found at the Navy Lodge?

Nope; not even close.

Then I'm off the hook.

Not necessarily.

He could have had
an accomplice.

Leave it to the assassin
to rain on my parade.

Or maybe it was
just a lab accident.

I mean, really,
who would want to kill Abby?

McGEE:
You know, that's true.

It's not like someone
was after Tony.

That's a suspect list I wouldn't
want to run down again.

( mocking laugh )

I think the joke's over--
we get it.

And our suspect list, Ziva?

Uh, we don't have one.

But I can contact
the local medical
waste facilities

and see if anyone
reported a break-in.

DiNozzo.
I'll run
a background check

on the Lodge employees--
maybe someone's got a vendetta

against the cleaning staff.

McGee?

Well, I can, um,

I can go check on...

Boss, I'm not really sure
what I should do.

Go home.

Take Abby with you.

Gibbs, I'm fine!

I only have one stalker,
and he has an alibi.

I don't want you
to be alone tonight, Abs.

You're going with McGee.

Great.

Like I haven't
been traumatized

enough today.

Nothing like a nice
relaxing video game

to calm the nerves.

Pretty good, huh?

I've seen better.

Did you change the refresh rate?

I downloaded
new OpenGL drivers for you.

You're getting
a way higher FPS now.

I was in the bedroom,
like, a minute.

I also optimized
your TCP-IP settings.

Increased your throughput
by 50%.

( computer beeps )

Bedtime.

I am going to take
this sleeping bag...

We're adults, McGee.

We can share the same bed.

( typewriter clacking )

If you promise to keep
your hands to yourself.

( chuckles )

Clearly, you haven't been.

Your shirt
smells like J-Lo Glow.

Oh, I can't find
my toothbrush.

I think my it fell out
in your car.

That's all right.

Your old toothbrush is still
in my bathroom.

You kept my old toothbrush?

That's a little creepy, McGee.

Maybe you should
take the sleeping bag.

What is creepy about it?

I just never bothered
to throw it out.

What?
This is not
my toothbrush.

Well, then I must have bought a
second one and forgot about it.

It's a ladybug
toothbrush, McGee.

That's for cute girls
named GinaMarie

that bake cookies
and wear J-Lo Glow.

Not a quasi-manly federal
agent who carries a gun.

You want to use it or not?

An anonymous toothbrush?

I would rather
remove my own tonsils

with Typhoid Mary's
straight razor.

Where are you going?

To get my toothbrush.

No, no, no, you're not leaving
the apartment.

Why not, McGee?

We both know Gibbs is
just being overprotective.

I'm not worried about you, I'm
worried about me, and if Gibbs

finds out I let you leave.

That's a really
good point-- you go.

I am not leaving you alone,
either.

Fine, then-- I'll just
use your toothbrush.

Don't open the
door for anyone.

( computer beeping )

( knock at door )

( gunfire on videogame )

What?
I told you not
to open the door

for anyone.
What'd you forget?

My keys.
Why do you need
keys if I'm here?

My car keys.

Now, listen to me, you do
not open the door, okay?

Not for anyone, or
I will tie you up.

Really?

( knock at door )

Hi, Abby.

( weak laugh )

I, I forgot
how beautiful you are.

I mean, up close, I mean.

What are you
doing here, Mikel?

You're in terrible danger.

I got that part.

No, no, I'm here
to save you.

What are you
saving me from, Mikel?

How could you even ask that
after what happened to your lab?

Oh, right... my lab.

How did you know about that?!

Can we not do this right now?

Wait, wait.
McGee!

There you go, playing the
frightened victim again.

McGee!
Could you not cast me

as a psychopathic
stalker?

Believe me,
the role is yours!

Well, I'm sick
of it, okay?

I thought you
almost dying would

make you realize how
much cared about me

and how much I
care about you.

( screams )
But I realize

I was wrong.

Maybe I was foolish for
trying and trying...

and trying.

But I'm telling you,

you're going to thank me, okay?

Geez, you still carry
the handcuffs I gave you.

That's really great,
'cause I still have the key.

I'm never picking up a guy
in a cemetery again.

Listen, Abby, I just
want to start over.

Mikel, go away!

We had fun, didn't we?

Until you bugged my phone,
you nut-job!

I could pick a lock, too.

You forgot about that.

( Abby screams, McGee gasps )

McGee.

( motorcycle engine
revving outside )

( motorcycle speeding away )

Nothing on the
statewide BOLO yet.

ZIVA:
Get off your knees.

It's just a typewriter, McGee.

No ATM transactions,

hasn't touched his credit cards.

Was a typewriter.

And she messed up my
motherboard so badly

the BIOS got screwed up
and I had to a hard reset.

How traumatizing for you, McGee.

TONY:
Go easy on him, boss.

Even a hair out of order
traumatizes McGee.

Put this on the plasma.

Where's your chair?

GIBBS:
He doesn't
deserve to sit.

With that ass?

Didn't find Mawher, boss.

Guy's totally disappeared,
but I found this

in his apartment.

ZIVA:
He's been tracking her

for a while.

So much for
that restraining order.

I spoke to his
supposed girlfriend,

they went on one date.

All he talked
about was Abby.

I'll find out more
this weekend.

We're having dinner.
No, you don't eat

until you find the guy
trying to kill Abby.

Boss, actually, I have an idea

about that.

I've been analyzing the incoming
packets on Abby's system.

There appears to be
a shell code.

Um, I think that Mawher's been
worming into Abby's computer

to monitor
her communications.

You think you can
trace the worm?

If he tries
to access again, yeah.

Coordinate with Abby.

Boss, gonna have to try

and get her out
of the elevator first.

( sighs )

( elevator bell dings )

Hey, Gibbs.

( bell dings )

Did you know that only five
of the 2.5 million deaths

every year occur
in elevators?

No.

Ziva gave me this.

And Cynthia gave me
the pepper spray.

The knuckles are
Director Shepard's.

No one is going
to hurt you, Abby.

You're just saying that
to make me feel better.

Did it?

Yeah.

Can you say it again?

Nobody's going to hurt you, Abs.

Can I stay at NCIS
until you catch him?

Mm-hmm.

I'll move your whole lab
into the elevator

if it'll make you feel better.

TECH:
Singapore has infiltrated
Abu Sayyaf.

SHEPARD:
Good.

Forward this
to Sealift Command, ASAP.

Right away, ma'am.

I picked a bad week

to cut out caffeine.

Abu Sayyaf?

Singapore's mole believes

that they've infiltrated
a pre-positioned ship

at Diego Garcia.

( softly ):
I'll fill you in later.

How's Abby?

She's scared.

I thought this Mawher fellow
had an airtight alibi.

Alibi, yes; airtight...

Is that...
Jamaican Blend?

Yeah.

Alibi, yes; airtight, no.

The last thing a homicide
cop worries about

is his cleanup guy.

Yeah, well, your
cleanup guy just made
an interesting play.

Abby's been
subpoenaed again.

I thought she was done
with the court.

She was, until the defense
got an anonymous e-mail

saying that the consultant
for the prosecution

had gone
into protective custody.

Mawher must've found out...
You don't use cream

and sugar, do you?

( chuckles )

Mawher must have found out about
the case from Abby's computer.

And now he's trying
to lure her out.

Does the defense know
they're being used?

They don't care.

My guess is that
they're going to use

Abby's restraining order

to claim that her...
judgment is faulty.

Her judgment?

Yeah. The defense
it gonna argue

that she makes bad choices.

( chuckles )
I don't know

this defense lawyer,
I've never dealt with her,

but, obviously,
she likes to win.

She does.

You know her?
Yeah, I thought I did.

If she wants to talk to Abby,
she can do it here.

Yeah, agreed;
I'll pass it on.

Jethro, could you leave...

I already did, Jen.

Any luck
with that trace yet, McGee?

Nope.
Maybe we should
widen the perimeter

on Mawher's BOLO.

Hey, Tony!

Not so loud.

I was up all night scrounging
through that guy's garbage,

for Pete's sake.

I'm Jack Kerouac, baby--
I'm beat.

So, the drive
wasn't so bad.

At $400 an hour,

I'm sure you'll
reconsider when
you get my bill.

TONY:
I'll take it from here,
thanks a lot.

Uh, hi.

( sultry ):
May I help you?

( laughing ):
Yes.

First, eat a
breath mint,

and then, you
can take me

to the overprotective
candy-ass who made me come

all the way down here
for a simple deposition.

He's over there.

Man...

( wry laugh )

I should have known.

Hello, Jethro.

Hello, Ginger.

Or should I say
"overzealous defense attorney

"who came all the way down here

to harass
my forensic scientist?"

Do they know each other?

Nothing gets by
you, does it?

Harassment is illegal,
whereas I have a subpoena.

How about that?
So do I.

You want the e-mail that tipped
us to the restraining order.

Why?
We're hoping there's
routing information

in the header
that can help us trace it.

Going after the whistle-
blowers now, are we?

No, just stalkers.

Wait, wait, slow
down a second.

Who's being stalked?

Her name is Abby.

ZIVA:
And your lawyer is going to try

to use her bad taste in men
to impregnate her credibility.

Impugn, Ziva.

Yes.
What does any of this

have to do with the
embezzling charges?

TONY:
Whew! Embezzling!

( chuckling ):
Nice!

How much?

Oh, uh, they say $10 million,
but I'm innocent.

I-I was framed.

Yes, in your case, I
actually believe that.

Don't say another word.

Where's my witness?

Where's my e-mail?

( elevator bell dings )

Hi.

The e-mail helped narrow
down the DNS server,

but I still have a ways
to go on the trace.

I thought computers
are supposed

to make things
go faster, McGee.

They do-- it's just that
the X-originating-IP address

leads to a public
IP address, and...

I'll let you know
when I have something.

( typing )

Ziva, go home.

I'm staying if you're staying.

I'm staying.

Well, I'm staying.

I'm staying, too.

I'm sure Abby
feels safer already.

I see you've vacated
the elevator for the evening.

It wasn't quite so cozy

in there after an hour
with Queen Boudicca.

Did you know that

the five people that die
in elevators every year,

they only spend an average
of 60 seconds in there in a day?

And you've already been
in one for six hours.

Exactly--
increasing my risk

by a thousand-fold.

I'm lucky to
be alive, Ducky.

Well, it's not luck
when you have

Leroy Jethro Gibbs
looking after you.

However, one cannot be
too careful,

so I brought you
a present.

It's a safety whistle.

Emits 120-decibel blast.

One good blow of this,

and your attacker's eardrums
are shattered.

Thank you, Ducky.

( beeping )

Boss, I'm getting
a verification ping

on my tracer program.

I'm trying
to back-trace.

You think you could type
any harder, McGee?

This guy is good-- he's bypassed
all our authentication routines.

Ziva, you getting this?

Yes, looks like
Mawher accessed

Abby's account 30 minutes ago.

McGee?
Yeah.

He used her terminal
to send an e-mail to...

ZIVA:
The Pass and I.D. Office
on the Navy Yard?!

He was giving himself
a drive-on.

Security.

( ring tone playing )

Jimmy, you don't have to keep
calling me-- I'm fine.

It's Mikel, Abby, don't hang up.

Oh, great, my biggest fan.

Look, I know we got off
on the wrong foot.

The wrong foot?!

The only right foot is my foot
up your...

Abby, Abby, listen.

I need to see you.

You really are insane.

If you just trust me,

I promise nothing
will happen to you.

And if I don't, what?

You're gonna tear up that nice
collage you were making for me?

Let's just say
you're not as safe

as you think you are.

MAWHER:
Abby, somebody tried to kill you
in your own lab.

You're not safe in there.

Oh, and let me guess,

you're the only person
who protect me?

See? You're starting
to understand, that's good.

( tapping keys,
computer whirring )

Kind of like
that time somebody

broke into my house
and stole my mail?

Yeah, that was
pretty scary, huh?

Yeah. And that
crazy freak

that kept slashing my tires.

I-I was really worried
about you then, Ab.

Mikel, that was you!

You slashed my tires!

You stole my mail!

What does any of that matter,

as long as it made you realize

you know, your true feelings
for me, Ab? Huh?

No, no, no,
try using the S.I.D.

instead of the ESN
for registration request.

That's a good idea.

Hey.

Abby, down!
He's right there!

He's here, McGee,
on the move.

McGEE ( on radio ):
MPs on scene, Tony.

Are you okay?
No!

Clear!

Clear.
Ziva! Lock down the yard.

No one in or out.
We'll find him, Abby.

Well,
then I can't stay here, Gibbs!

Definitely not staying
at McGee's place.

No place is safe!

If he can get to me
on the navy yard,

he can get to me anywhere!
Not anywhere.

Not anywhere.

Nothing like a nice, quiet,
dungeon-like basement

to calm the nerves.

Ugh.

( continues sanding slowly )

You need to sleep, Abby.

I know.
I tried.

Every time I close my eyes,
I see Mikel.

With the grain.

I thought I was.

( blows air )

Yeah, I don't understand
why people drink alcohol

when they're depressed.

Because alcohol
is a depressant.

And now I'm still depressed.

And I'm nauseous.

And really drunk.

Which means that, tomorrow,
I have to go fight a hangover

while I'm in court,

while some
ambulance-chasing attorney

tries to attack
my credibility.

What is wrong
with me, Gibbs?

What did I do to deserve this?

It's not about you, Abby.

It's about him.

Then why do I feel so guilty?

I don't know.
Why do you?

Because...

I think this might
all be my fault.

Maybe it is.

How could you say that
to me, Gibbs?

I didn't do
anything wrong.

Just because some
defective lunatic

can't get it through
his thick skull
that I think

he is a defective lunatic.

That is not my fault...
Gibbs!

That's not
my fault at all.

This is not my fault.

It's not my fault.

Hmm.

I see why you like
to work on your boat, Gibbs.

Very, very cathartic.

( wood cracks )

Oops.

Suddenly, having a stalker
on the loose isn't so scary.

He's not on
the loose, Abby.

That's what I came
down here to tell you.

DiNozzo called.

The Coast Guard
picked up Mikel Mawher

trying to cross the Anacostia.

This is harassment, okay?!
I'm gonna file

a restraining order
against your whole department!

Knock yourself out.

They did wonders for me.

It's over, Abby.

Not until he finds another
loophole to crawl out of.

He will.
You don't know him.

SHEPARD:
No.

But I know Gibbs.

Excuse me, Director.

The federal marshal
is here for Abby.

Just when it was
getting good.

Judges don't like
to be kept waiting.

Let me know

how it turns out.

Don't worry.

Gibbs won't let him
crawl out of anything.

MAWHER:
You guys have it all wrong.

I'm not the one
trying to hurt Abby.

TONY:
No, you're just the
misunderstood lover

who flies in at the last
second to be her savior.

Is that how the game's played?

This isn't a game.

Okay? I'm trying
to protect Abby, here.

You have an interesting way
of showing it.

No choice-- it's the only way
I can get her to listen to me.

Abby and I have gone through
a rough patch lately.

Hey! There is no
Abby and you.

Rough patches don't usually
include cyanide.

That wasn't me.

I didn't even know
Abby was in trouble

till after you came
to my office.

Look, I'm not the one
trying to hurt Abby.

But I know who is.

Not his name,

but his picture.

Right there.

After you guys came to see me,

I started to go through
all my old photos.

Exhibits A through G of you

violating
your restraining order?

It's not illegal if I stand
more than 100 yards away.

It is if
you harass,

follow or threaten.

That's semantics.
Okay?

Anyway, I'm going through
all my old photos,

and the same guy kept popping up
over and over again.

That's gotta be
your guy.

Right there, him.
That scary guy right there.

That scary guy?

The really scary
guy, right there?

No, no, the
other guy.

Zoom in on the
other guy. Yeah.

MAWHER:
Keep going. Keep going.

Keep rolling. You
see what I'm saying?

I wasn't the only
one following her.

The only reason I was able
to worm into Abby's computer

and hack onto her drive
in the first place,

'cause somebody else
had already cracked

the authentication
protocols before me.

( engine starts )

Thanks for the lift.

I could really use it,
after the week I've had.

Don't forget your seatbelt.

He's right, boss--
Mawher's worm

didn't penetrate
Abby's system until after

the authentication calls
were cracked.

Who cracked them?

That's gonna take some time.

We don't have time.

That was the federal marshal who
was supposed to pick up Abby.

Supposed to?

Someone slashed
the tires on his transport.

He hasn't left yet.

...so I guess
the lesson is to always

trust your instincts, you know?

Like with you,
you scare me.

So we could never date.

But don't feel bad.
( ring tone playing )

I mean, you're a federal agent.

You should scare people.

That's your job.

No answer on her cell phone.

Running a trace.

State police have been notified.

ZIVA:
Still no answer, Gibbs.

Keep trying.

How far could he have gotten?

Far enough.

He knows his window's small.

McGee, I'm not gonna ask again!

MCGEE:
Location's coming up.

Sending GPS coordinates
to your PDA.

Okay, I got it!

TONY:
This can't be right.
It says we're

right on top of her.

That's because we are.

( tires squealing )

DiNozzo.

( muffled, distant shrieking )

I'll be with you
in a minute, Gibbs!

( electrical crackling,
shrieking )

And don't look up my skirt!

( Abby growls )

( laughing )

Okay.

TONY:
So how'd it go?
ABBY:
Horrible.

The judge ruled all of my
physical evidence inadmissible.

Then threw out
the case.

Hit you hard, huh?

Actually, no. She didn't
bring up my bad taste in men.

She attacked the science.

It was always about the science.

I only questioned you

on the restraining order

to throw the prosecution
off my real game plan.

Human-scent detection
is a viable forensic tool.

Which has yet to be fully
vetted and peer-approved.

Lucky for me.

Scent evidence is
the only physical evidence

tying the defendant
to the money he took?

We're saying
you're a very smelly man.

Hey, I was proven
innocent, remember?

Actually, you just
weren't found guilty.

There's a difference.

I'll keep that in mind

while I'm getting a tan
on the beaches of Bora-Bora.

STEVENSON:
Don't take it so hard.

I knew it was
going to end

like this right from
the very beginning.

Too bad your client didn't.

Excuse me?

Yeah, you should have

trusted your lawyer,
there, giggle man.

Instead of spending
all of that money

hiring a hit man
to take out the star witness,

AKA me.

What are they talking about?

I have no idea.

You paid him to kill.

You didn't pay him to
keep his mouth shut.

Yeah.

TONY:
That dude even gave you credit

for staging the bloodbath
at the Navy Lodge.

You guys think you're so smart.

Terry, don't say a word.

MCGEE:
Back in the car, let's go.

( car doors close )

I was right,
wasn't I, huh?

That's right, Abby would be dead
right now, if it wasn't for me.

That what you think?

I think Terry Spooner
never would have gotten

as close as he did
without you as a distraction,

and that real danger here
was you.

No, no. People accuse me
of playing mind games. No.

Metro cops found your car.

They found the gun.

Found the suicide
note you wrote

in Abby's handwriting.

That was just a last resort.

I love her.

I love her, you know?

You don't get it,
do you? Huh?

She wants everybody to believe
that she doesn't love me.

Hell, I even think she
even believes it sometimes.

Tell you what,
if you don't care about me,

then how come she can't take
your eyes off me right now?

Huh?

You can lie to
the rest of the world,

you can't lie to your heart.

Can you, Abby?

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

Abby!

Abby!

Look, I know you're in there!

Abby! Abby!

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