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( backing-up horn beeping )

Good God almighty,
get me out of here!

My head is about to explode.

That was the longest three hours
of my entire frickin' life.

ZIVA:
Well, you're the one that said
no to the muzzle, Tony.

I wanted to shut his
pothole two hours ago.

It's "pie hole."

And by the way, we went
to the Arby's drive-thru.

No such thing
as a ride-thru.

How long have you
lived here anyway?

Man, get off me!

I'll pay you to take him
upstairs.

Just name your price.

My rock beat your scissors.

Besides, I've got
$5 million in heroin.

It's nothing.

Really?
I have a feeling

your South African suppliers
won't feel the same way.

Yeah, considering how much
money you owe them,

you should be thankful

you're in
our custody.

We're your
new best friends.

I don't care what you
do to me. I'm not talking!

I find that really
hard to believe.

All yours, Agent David.

Come on, man.
Yeah?

Yeah, take off
the cuffs!

See you later.
Yeah, what's
his problem, huh?

You. You're insulting,
you're crude

and most of all you are
extremely annoying.

I'm annoying?

He's the one rambling
on and on about Top Gun.

Giving me
a freakin' migraine

I didn't realize I had to sit
in silence the entire trip.

The last time I checked,

the First Amendment
guarantees...
Enough!

( scanner trills )

Mm-hmm.

Get in.

No.

( chuckles )

He's a newbie.

Thank you.

He's dead.

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I've been traveling
to crime scenes

for a great many years,

but I can say
with complete confidence

this is the shortest commute
I have ever had.

And one of the first times
I didn't get us lost.

True.

TONY:
All yours, Duck.

MCGEE:
I sure appreciate
all the help, Tony.

( Tony chuckles )

It's a nice outfit, probie.

Okay, the handbook says

that we are required
to wear this outfit

at all active crime scenes.

You know that.

Yeah, but not
in our own building.

That's like wearing
a name tag

in your own apartment.

Tony, come here.

How's she holding up?

Oh, I, uh, I don't know.

I haven't talked to her yet.

May I ask why?

'Cause I told him
not to, Ducky.

Excuse me.

Right now, she's a suspect,
not an investigator.

Boss, you don't think
Ziva's really capable

of this, do you?

Well, I mean,
she's capable of it,

but you don't really think
that she would just...

Kill someone?

Not without
a good reason.

Look, we all know Ziva
has crazy ninja skills,

but I mean she's got some
self-control, right?

Not a lot, some.

Never mind.

Forgive me for overstepping,
Jethro,

but you and I
both know that this

is far beyond
Officer David's character.

Not me or you I'm worried
about right now, Duck.

We have a cause of death?

At this point,
I'd only be speculating

We won't know anything
specific

till I get him back...

Well, downstairs, I suppose.

No bruising?

Yeah, well,
the only injury

I've been able
to find is this

on the top
of his head here.

Oh, come here.

Ow!
Ow!

Ooh. Sorry.

I'll zig, you zag.

Here, allow me.

Looks recent.

Yeah, well, based on its
location, it appears

that he struck his head
on one of these rails

when he fell.

Oh, come on, Jethro.

I mean, there's no
sign of any

physical altercation.

Duck, with her training,
there wouldn't be.

Hey.

You ready to hear
my side of the story?

We're not gonna get
a chance to hear his.

I didn't touch him.

Hardly at all.

When the elevtor doors
opened, he refused to get in.

Had this would have been
a year ago,

I would have snapped
his little neck,

but it's not
and I didn't.

I asked him several times
to step into the elevator.

He wouldn't cooperate.

And that's when
I struck him.

How?

With my fist.
Where?

In the jugular.

Can you guys believe

I'm about to go
to my first crime scene?

It's not a good time.

It was just
a little love tap.

Choked him up for a couple
seconds, that's all.

Look, I know
this looks bad.

I also know
with Brian Dempsey dead

it's nearly impossible
to bring down

his South African distributors,
much less prosecute his brother.

It's not our biggest
problem here, Ziva.

It appears there's
only one way to fix this.

I've seen it in
your American movies.

This is where
I resign.

The next time you hand
me your badge,

you had better
be prepared to lose it.

Wow.

After all these years

I'm finally losing
my crime-scene virginity.

Wow, I don't think that's
ever been said before.

Aw.

I think we've got enough
crime scene pictures.

Sorry, McGee.
I just...

Maybe your hat is turning me
into some sort of super agent.

TONY:
That's weird
'cause it

never had that
effect on McGee.

( chuckles )

Why do I feel like
everyone's staring at me?

Because they are.

Did I do something wrong?

Have you ever been
to Disneyland, Abby?

Every summer.

Yeah. You know those
camera-toting tourists

with the tall white socks
up to their knees

wearing fanny packs?

Well, yeah, we spend
half the time laughing about...

Uh, yeah.

Mm.

Oh, my God.

I've turned into my Uncle Larry.

JIMMY:
This man doesn't look
a day over 30, Doctor.

According to his arrest report,
he would have been

25 next month.

So assuming
Ziva didn't kill him,

that means he just
dropped dead?

It would appear that way,

wouldn't it?

He's so young.

As my father used to say,
"You must live for today

"'cause yesterday is gone

and tomorrow may never come."

That's really beautiful, Doctor.

Yes, unfortunately,

he never practiced
what he preached.

He was always a bit

of a penny-pincher.

A Papa Scrooge,
if you like.

That was one reason

that he and my mother
went their separate ways.

Yeah, most people
don't know this,

but financial disputes,
second-leading cause of divorce.

Really?
What's number one?

Marriage.

Actually, I'm pretty sure

it's infidelity-- see, the
study I ready said that...

Never mind.

I understand your sense
of urgency, Jethro,

but my examination
is still underway.

Just tell me
what you know, Duck.

Well, so far
I've found

no life-threatening
abnormalities.

What about his throat?

Well, we did,

in our internal
examination, find

a slight irritation
of the anterior jugular.

Perhaps caused

by a physcial blow.

Mm-hmm.
Was the blow fatal?

It didn't appear
to be.

Look, I won't know

the cause of this man's death
until I've completed my work.

MRIs,

Abby's tox screen,
they're all forthcoming.

Look, I know what you
want to hear, Jethro,

but Officer David
is not off the hook yet.

( groans )

( groans )

( groaning continuously )

Hey, will you
stop doing that?

You're making
me nervous.

How long can it possibly take?

Well, I don't know, Ziva,

it's an autopsy,
not an oil change.

MCGEE:
You know what?

I don't think
we're supposed to be

talking about the case with her.

ZIVA:
It's a simple
conversation, you know.

"What do you
have, Ducky?"

"Well, Jethro,

this reminds me of a time
back at Scotland Yard

when I..."

"To the point, Ducky."

"Well, based on
my preliminary findings,

Ziva did not kill this man."

What?

What?

So?

Did you talk to Ducky?

Yeah.

And?

And now I have to go
talk to the Director.

Oh, maybe she really did
kill that guy.

ZIVA:
Hey, Gibbs, what
did Ducky say?

Gibbs?

Hey, are you going
to tell me anything or not?

There's nothing
to tell yet,

Ziva.

Stan, it's Cynthia again.

I'm really starting
to get worried.

Please call me
as soon as you get this.

She in?
Still not back
from lunch.

And he's been waiting
for half an hour.

He'll survive.

It's not like her,
Agent Gibbs.

She's never been late
for a meeting.

You try
her driver?

Stan's not answering
his cell or pager.

I've left him
four messages.

I really don't know
what else to do.
( phone dialing )

I've been calling her cell...

( phone ringing )

SHEPHARD:
Agent Gibbs.

Director.

Got a major problem here.

Sorry to hear that, Jethro.

I have quite
a serious problem myself.

I'm pretty sure you're going
to want to hear mine first.

I'm not entirely sure

that's true.

You really should be listening
to her problem, Jethro.

You're holding my heroin
and my little brother.

If I don't get
both back in two hours,

she dies.

I'll call back
with the details.

CYNTHIA:
She called in at 11:45

when she arrived
at the Whitmore Hotel.

According to the Senator's
assistant,

lunch was over at 12:50.

Ten minutes
ahead of schedule.

She never checked in
again.

I need to see

her itinerary.

I can't do that,
Agent Gibbs.

I'm not trying
to be difficult,

but the Director's
been very clear.

Her schedule is confidential,
even to you.

Are you done?

Director Shepard
has been kidnapped.

I need to know

where she waswhen it happened.

All right.

Here's everything.

9:00 a.m., the G-A-O,
10:30 with the A-T-C-C.

And after lunch a meeting
with the B-O-B.

Uh, that Congressman
Bob Sommers.

He's a friend.

It doesn't say
where she's meeting him.

I'm not sure.

He has the car wait
at the hotel,

gets coffee nearby.

You think Bob's involved?

No, but it will give me
a search radius.

Give me a copy
of this, will you?

What else can I do?

Keep quiet.

She's going to be okay, right?

If you have a question, ask it.

I'm afraid you'll put the
Vulcan death grip on me.

I'm considering it.

Where'd you learn

to do that, anyway?

Years of training on a secluded
desert island?

Blind Master Po

always one step

ahead of you.

( with Asian accent ):
When you take

the pebble from my hand...

then it will be time...

Oh, do that again.
Show me...

GIBBS:
DiNozzo.
Yeah, boss.

I was just...
Shut up.

Get over here.

James Dempsey has taken
Director Shepard hostage.

He wants his drugs

and his brother back
or she dies.

We have two hours.

Last contact was at
the Whitmore Hotel.

Driver's not responding.
DiNozzo...
On it.

Dempsey used
the Director's cell phone.

I'll start a trace.

What about me?

This is the Director's
schedule.

Start making calls.

Desk work?

Put me in the field.

No, not happening.

You need me out there.

Not happening.

I need you at your desk
making calls. Go.

Hey, clock's
ticking, people.

Jenny can take care
of herself, Gibbs.

She was
a good agent.

She still is.

I've been investigating

James Dempsey
for nine months, Gibbs.

Seems like a frat boy on the
surface, but the guy's brutal.

We've linked him to half a dozen
unsolved homicides.

But still...

kidnapping the director of NCIS

takes guts I didn't know he had.

He's going to kill her, Cassie.
Nothing to be impressed by.

I'm not impressed,
I'm worried.

Any intel from those
squids you busted?

They're just mules.

Moving product
for the South Africans.

Didn't even know who
they were working for.
Get down here.

Be there in a couple hours.
Hold on.

Base commander's got
a chopper waiting.

The only thing James Dempsey
loves more than money

is his baby brother.

As long as you have
Brian in custody,

James should be easy
to manipulate.

Brian Dempsey's dead.

You still think he'll be easy

to manipulate, Cassie?

I'm on my way.

ABBY:
This is totally disturbing.

Yes, it is.

Who would treat
their feet like that?

Feet?

Yeah, look at these soles.

Do you know what that does
to somebody's arches?

Heel spurs, torn ligaments,

not to mention the effect
on spinal alignment.

Abby, he was a drug dealer.

McGee, there is no excuse

for poor foot care.

You wear platforms.

And I'm trying
to work here.

Are you still tracking
the Director's cell phone?

No, I tracked it.

To half a dozen

different
cell towers.
He called from a car.

Driving down
the 395.

Were there

any other calls?

Phone was turned off.

Probably tossed it.

We pinpointed the GPS
to its last location.

Great.

Not great?

It's a major interchange.

He could have taken
any of four highways
out of there.

So much for plan "A."

Better have a plan "B."
Gibbs!

Are you okay?

I was really worried

about you because
of the Director and all.

I know that you guys
are really close.

Plan "B."

I am running samples
on Brian Dempsey's clothing

and personal effects
to "Sherlock"

where he's been
hanging out.
And?

And it's going
to take some time.

Which we don't have,
so I'll hurry up now.

I'm working a different angle.

Collecting Brian Dempsey's
credit cards

and phone records.

By creating a simple
algorithm

using his personal data,
I've constructed

a computer model
of his buying patterns

juxtaposed with
his calling patterns.

I don't care.

Get it done.

Get out.

Easy there, Rudd.
She's not one of your dates.

She wouldn't even
be here

if your idiot brother
didn't get caught.

Got to apologize
for Alex.

He takes some
getting used to.

But once you get to know him,

you'll really learn
to hate him.

On your knees.

Please.

You're wasting your time.

I'm just trying to make
you more comfortable.

I meant taking me hostage.

They're never going
to negotiate.

Well, don't sell
yourself so short.

They're not allowed to.

I don't know.
Agent Gibbs seems fond of you.

Maybe he'll make
an exception.

Gibbs thinks of me
like a wife.

See?

He's had three.

We busted your brother
with $5 million

in pure heroin.

You think the Navy's
just going

to give him back?

Stand up.

Now.
( gun cocking )

On the chair.

Lean back.

I'm sorry about this.

My brother's always had
a way of getting us in trouble.

I'm the one

who bails us out.

You didn't break someone's
window with a baseball.

You kidnapped the head
of a federal agency.

Yeah.

You got a point.

But look on the bright side.

This will be over soon.

One way or the other.

Stanley.

Excuse me?

My driver.

He's fine.

He might be
a little uncomfortable.

Stuck him in
the trunk of your car.

See, I'm not a bad guy.

I just want the drugs
you stole from me

and my brother back.

Yes, I know it's
confidential information,

but please don't
put me on hold...

WOMAN:
Hold please.

You all right?

I'm doing desk work.

Could be worse.

What part
of "desk work"

don't you understand?

WOMAN:
Agent David, are you there?

Yes, hello. Hello, yes.

All I want is...

Hold please.
No, no ,don't...

I know what
you're going through.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

Are you making
pointless phone calls

and following up
dead leads?

That's not what I mean.

When I shot that cop...

I felt like
everyone doubted me.

But after awhile...

Are you trying to make
me feel better?

Is it not working?

It's not necessary, McGee.

( chuckles )

Our only concern

should be the Director.

You're right.

Agent David, Master Sergeant
Clayton will be with you...

You put me
on hold again,
and I will jump

through this phone
and I will strangle you.

Hold please.

Hey, McGee.

Nobody ever doubted you.

Just like those calls you're
making aren't pointless.

We're looking for
a black town car.

You're gonna have to be
a little more specific.

It's got federal plates.

You just described
half our clientele.

Look, the car belongs
to the Director of NCIS.

It comes with a driver.

She's here twice a week.

Director Shepard?
Yeah.

Why didn't you say so?

I was trying
to be discreet.

Is she all right?

She's just peachy.

She just left
her keys in her car.

Here we are.

Looks like the door's open.

Hold on.

Is this a a crime scene,
Agent DiNozzo?

It is now.

ZIVA:
The Director's driver
was taken by surprise

then shot
in the back of the head.

Dempsey then kidnapped
the Director

and is demanding the return
of his drugs,

his brother or she dies.

Let's hope we find her
before that happens,
Officer David.

Here's everything I got
on the Dempseys, Gibbs.

Nine months of surveillance,
wiretaps, buy-busts.

Uh, where do I sit?

Any of this going
to help me find the Director?

Probably not.

Wish I could tell you

I had someone inside
his organization.

You never flipped
an informer?

I was hoping
to flip his brother.

Obviously that's never
going to happen.

( phone rings )

Officer David.

TONY:
Uploading the security feed now.

Got it, Tony.

Tony's uploading
the Whitmore Hotel

security footage right now.

He's got Dempsey leaving
the garage.

CASSIE:
Dempsey's had
less than a day

to target
the Director.

He'll have been sloppy,
left a trail.

ZIVA:
James Dempsey's in
the passenger seat.

The Director must be
in the back.

Who's driving?

Alex Rudd.

Point man for the cartels

running drugs through
South Africa.

The guy's a serious psychopath,
Gibbs. I...

didn't know
he was in the country.

But I know 50 places
he likes to hang out.

I'll start knocking down doors.

GIBBS:
No, I need you here.

Get somebody else
to do it.

I'll start doing some...

No, you're not
going anywhere.

You sit down

Run a BOLO on that car.

We'll get her back, Gibbs.

You think she's already dead.

I think

today's a real bad day

to be the director of NCIS,
Officer David.

That's a nice plane out there.

G-3, right?

I wouldn't know.

Range: 4,100
nautical miles...

...unless you risk refueling.

But you don't look

like the European type to me.

I'm thinking more Mexico
or the Caribbean.

Yeah, Mexico'd be great.

My baby brother's always
wanted to see Cabo.

Maybe you can

take him there...

in 30 to 40 years.

Where's you pilot, Dempsey?

I told you

he's on his way.

What the hell?
You've got her in full view

of the window, mate.

I tried to tell him.

No one's going to see her.

That's a dangerous
assumption.

Who knows how many people
saw you stuff me

into the back of your car?

You've kidnapped the head

of a federal agency.

They take that very seriously.

Look, I know you're tight
with your brother, mate,

but you are not thinking!

She's just messing
with you!

Well, she'd doing
a good job of it.

How exactly do you see
this thing working out?

We should've just shot her
like her damn driver.

I gave NCIS
two hours.

We only got 58 minutes
left. Just relax.

We're gone as soon as
your flyboy shows up.

We're not leaving
without my brother.

It's your brother
who screwed up!

Now I got to explain
to my bosses

how you lost our product
and you don't have

the money to pay for it.

I'm getting it back.
Yeah?

Good luck with that.

'Cause I'm not sticking
around to find out.

( sighs )

Looks like you have

a difficult decision, James.

It's either him
or your brother.

( yells )

( footsteps )

I trust you remembered

my tea this time,
Mr. Palmer.

It's only me, Ducky.

And I'm empty-handed.

Uh, well, the coffee stand

is unable to master
the art of brewing

a decent cup
of Earl Grey.

Those are from Brian Dempsey?

I cannot discuss it
with you, my dear.

I don't mean
to be rude.

No, I understand, Ducky.

And you probably
should be down here.

I shouldn't be here,
I shouldn't be in the field.

Can you please, please tell me
where I should be?

I can understand your feelings
of alienation.

Everyone's avoiding me!

Do they think I'm going
to lose control,

just enter the building
and just massacre everyone?!

I mean, I am being treated
like a leopard.

I believe the phrase

is "like a leper."

Look, look, Ziva,
you mustn't start

blaming yourself.

I don't.

I know where I hit
Brian Dempsey.

I know how
severely I hit him.

And, Ducky, I know,
I know I didn't kill him.

Then why are you here?

Because I need for you
to tell Gibbs that.

Tell me what, Ziva?

That the BOLO came back
on the car

the Director
was kidnapped in.

It was abandoned
three miles from the hotel.

It's en route to NCIS.

It should be here...

Back to your desk.

I'm of no use

chained to a computer,
Gibbs.

I should be out
looking for her. I...

It wasn't a suggestion,

Officer David.

Uh, uh...
I don't care.

Don't you think you're
being a bit hard on her?

Not the time
to hold hands, Ducky.

Even though you feel
she's blameless?

Do you have anything

to back that up?

I found blood on Mr. Dempsey's
brain tissue.

He may have died

of an intracranial hemorrhage.

May have?

Well, I sent the tissue up

for a full neuro report.

If that turns out
to be the case,

the hemorrhaging
could be the result

of a pre-existing condition.

Or a well-placed
strike

to the jugular.

( sighs ):
Yeah.

At this point, Jethro,
the truth is anybody's guess.

MCGEE:
I thought you didn't
believe in voodoo?

This isn't voodoo, McGee.

It's tarot,
The ancient art of divination.

So you're using
tarot cards

to find the Director?

Of course not.

Just helps me think.

We have less than
an hour,

so maybe you could be working?

I am identifying

the mystery goo from
Brian Dempsey's sneaker,

and don't forget the old saying.

A watched GC mass spec...

Never boils.

Well, I was going to say

"Never compares relative
concentration

of atomic mass" but...
but where's my Caf-POW!

Sort of in a time
crunch here, Abs.

Gonna have to do
this one caffeine free.
Bite your tongue.

Rule number nine...

always keep a spare.

I thought Gibbs said
nine was "Always carry a knife"?

Not Gibbs' rules, mine.

Hmm. Got the physical evidence
from the Director's town car:

cigarette butts,
empty coffee cup.

and a half-sucked
breath mint.

Nothing that gets us any closer

to James Dempsey's location.

Ah, tarot.

The ancient art of divination.

( beeping )

MCGEE:
Guys, I've got something.

I've got something here.

I plotted on the map
the locations

where Brian Dempsey made
credit card purchases

in the last six months.

It's gas,
ATM withdrawals,

motel rooms, everything--
then I cross-referenced

the cell towers that his
phone interfaced with.

I can literally map
out his life.

Strip clubs,
escort services

off-track betting.

Guy had so much
to live for.

According to my program,

Brian Dempsey spent
the majority of his time

in this 50-square-mile area.

And this helps us

find the Director how?

Helps us narrow down
the search radius.

You have any idea

how long it takes to search
50-square miles, McGee?

Too long.

His name was Stanley.

The man you murdered
in the parking garage, James.

I didn't kill your driver.

I tried to stop it.

( device beeping )

Good.

Then you still have a chance

of getting out of it.

That's more than I can say
for your boss out there.

He's not my boss.

He's a business partner.

Well, I'd keep an eye
on your business partner

if I were you.

Yeah? Why's that?

( engine whining )

'Cause it sounds like

he's about to take off
without you.

What are you doing?!

The pilot's here.
We're leaving.

I'm about to
make the call.

You really think the feds

are going to negotiate
with you, mate?

Yeah, I do.

Then you are even dumber
than your kid brother.

They'll bring him
and our drugs

if they want to see their
director alive again.

That's what's
holding you back, huh?

Easy to fix.

( gunshot )

I just shot him
to get my brother back.

What do you think
I'll do to you?

TONY:
Tick-tock, McGee.

James Dempsey should be
calling any second.

Tactical's pre-positioned
in the search grid.

Okay, trace program's
almost ready.

Just need another computer
for backup.

Ooh, Ziva, you're not using
this, are you?

Thanks.

I'm being wasted here.

You'll need me
when James Dempsey

finds out his brother's dead.

GIBBS:
Don't need the brother.

Once we have a location,
we take him out.

All the more
reason why I should be...

( phone ringing )

Okay, we're connected.

Trace starts
when you pick up, boss.

Yeah, Gibbs.

Listen carefully.

One car. One agent in the back.

Put Director Shepard on.

You're wasting time,
Agent Gibbs.

Time you don't have.

Put her on

or the deal's off.

He wants to know
if you're still alive.

Play nice and you'll
stay that way.

I'm fine, Jethro.

Wish I had my coat.

DEMPSEY:
Enough. One car.

One agent in the back.

Drugs in the trunk,
Brian drives.

See you in 45 minutes.

Where are we driving?

Leave that to my brother.

He knows where.

Don't be late.

Boss, Dempsey made the call
over a VOIP system.

That's Voice Over
Internet Protocol.

It's a wireless signal
converted to analog,

How long to trace it, McGee?

Three hours,
maybe two if I'm lucky.

DiNOZZO:
He said 45
minutes, Probie.

Find another way.

How, Gibbs? The only person
who knows where they are

is lying dead in autopsy.
Did Brian Dempsey

say anything to you before

you killed him...
I mean,

before he collapsed
and died

while in
your custody?

I told you once.

I did not kill that man, so stop

making accusations
that you can't...

Hey! She said
she wanted her coat.

She trying
to tell us something?

Maybe she's cold?

Some place cold.

ZIVA:
Perhaps

she left something in her coat.

She left it on the plane.

She's at an airport.

How do you know
she's at an air...?

Of course.

She's at an airport.
Pulling up every

airport in a 45-minute drive
from here.
( phone ringing )

Gibbs.

ZIVA:
There's got to be
at least a dozen.

We'll never have time
to sweep 'em all.

Maybe we won't have to.

DiNozzo, McGee, with me.

On your six, boss.

I got the results back
from Brian Dempsey's shoe goo.

It's a smorgasbord of Juicy
Fruit, chewing tobacco, dog poo.

What's the point, Abby?

There are also trace
elements of diolane

and hexylene glycol.

It's fire-suppression foam.

So I'm thinking a
manufacturing plant

or a firehouse.
Abby.

They're at an airport.

Or an airport.

Because they use it on the
runway for emergency landings.

Well, you remember,
a, uh, um,

a few weeks ago there
was a commuter plane

with faulty
landing gear?

Yeah, we watched it
for three hours on ZNN

waiting to see if
it was gonna crash and burn.

It was diverted
to a small airfield.

Which one, McGee?

Uh...

Potomac Air...

Potomac Airfield.

CASSIE:
Got the airport layout, Gibbs.

I recommend
we seal it off,

go through building by building

with tactical assault teams.

ZIVA:
It's an airfield.

Do you expect
to sneak up on him?

We don't exactly
have a choice here.

Maybe if his brother wasn't...
Wasn't dead?

Yes, I think we established
that. Thank you.

David's right-- we go
in small. Cassie, McGee.

You two find out what building
they're holding the director in.

McGEE:
Well, how?

I don't care, McGee.
Trace the call.

Find out what planes
are scheduled to take off.

Just find it.
On it.

Hey.

Hey!

Come on.

Uh, one problem, boss.

He's expecting his
brother to drive.

Well, then, we give him
what he wants.

We'll give him
his brother.

( panting )

Well, I guess
I should thank you.

For what?

Him.

Friends are important,
but in the end,

family's all we really have.

Alex never understood that.

You did me a favor.

Well, let me do you another one.

You're a smart
guy, James.

You know this isn't
going to end well.

They are going to kill you.

Maybe even your brother.

Are you willing
to risk Brian's life?

Well, that all depends.

Is NCIS willing to risk yours?

You try something like that

with me again,

I will send you back

in little pieces.

This is the second stupidest
thing I've ever done.

Want to know
what the first was?

No.

Less talking.

DiNOZZO:
Ah, right.

We should just tape
the dead guy's hands

to the steering wheel.

On it, boss.

Here we go.

It's show time, Bernie.

Three and 11.

Two and ten.

And that explains a lot.

Okay. All right. I need you
to hold his head up, here.

Okay.
All right?

McGee.

Yeah, boss.
We're at the airport.

Got my
location yet?

We're still working
on the trace, boss.

We've localized
the DNS servers.

Just having a little
bit of trouble

matching the computer's profile
to the subnets.

Cassie? What about you?

I need every scheduled flight...

For next week?

No. Today's flight plans.

Uh, Boss, she's still

working
on the flight plans.

Work faster.

They never had
this much trouble with Bernie.

Who the hell
is Bernie?!

Weekend at Bernie's.

It's a cinematic
masterpiece.

It's a... you know,

blend of the comedic
and the macab...

Thumbs down from
the boss man.

We're outta time.

Gibbs,

the only
non-commercial aircraft

cleared to leave
Potomac is from...

Hangar number three!

McGEE:
We're sending you
the coordinates.

You sure this isn't
the stupidest thing

you've ever
done, DiNozzo?

We're ready to go.

DEMPSEY:
Time's up.

You were right.

Looks like your people don't
care about you after all.

I told you.

NCIS does not negotiate
with criminals, James.

Well, you better hope
they're willing

to make an exception

for you.

ZIVA:
Are you trying

to make me sick
or something, Tony?

You know what?

I can't see out

the windshield,
I'm driving with my hands.

and I still think
I'm driving better than you.

To the left.

The other left!

It's kinda hard to concentrate

when your head is three inches
from a dead guy's...

Watch out!

Which way? Which way?

You're driving straight
into an airplane hangar.

Could you be a little more
specific, please? Which way?

Make a left.

Now go straight.

Tony, straight!

Looks like your people came
through for you after all.

So you're home free.

I'm not stupid.

I know they'll have
people following.

But, in five minutes,

I'll be 25,000 feet
over the Atlantic.

Get up.

You see him?

Not yet.

Just remember,

Gibbs doesn't want
you taking a shot

until the
director's clear.

You!

Out of the car!

Hands on your head!

Cuff yourself.

Hands behind your back.

I said cuff yourself!

Now lie down!

Very clever.

Brian, get the drugs!

Take 'em on the plane!

Be right behind you!

Get the damn drugs, Brian!

Bri...

They killed him.

You killed my baby brother!

( gunshot )

It's actually a pretty
interesting story.

What's that?

It's the report...

I'm fine, Jethro.

Really.

It's a probie mistake.

Should have
known better.

Never should have
let my guard down.

How many times
have we said that?

Stanley was a hell
of an agent.

He didn't deserve this.

And I know what
you're going to say.

I'm the director now,

it comes with the territory,

but I hope to God
I never get used to it.

Are you ever going
to say anything?

Have a drink.

DUCKY:
I have the results

of Ron Dempsey's
neuropath report.

The hemorrhaging

was caused
by a congenital defect

in the subarachnoid artery.

He died of a
brain aneurism?

Present since birth.

The young man was
a walking time bomb.

Every time bomb
has a trigger, Duck.

Well, anything could've

precipitated his death.

A cough, a sneeze.

A blow to the throat.

Sounds like
natural causes to me.

Exactly the way I ruled it.

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