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(jazz playing)

(shredder buzzing)

(knocking on door)

(chair squeaking)

(knocking)

Open up, McGee.

Hey, what's going on?

Bzzzz!

Um...

That's what I've been
hearing all night long.

Bzzzz. Bzzzz.

You electrocuting sheep in here?

Feels like it.

You know what?
That's probably
my shredder.

You know that's funny

'cause you say
that like, well, uh...

like I haven't been up
all night listening to it.

I'm sorry, I'm having...

It won't happen again.
It does,

and paper's not
gonna be the only thing

getting shredded around here.

Sorry.

(shredder buzzing)

(knocking)

I'm sorry.
It was an accident.

Won't happen again.
(sobbing)

I think I killed someone, Tim.

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(water running)

You okay?

SARAH:
You asked me
that 30 seconds ago, Mom.

Yeah, well, you've been
in there over an hour.

Yeah, well, how long would
you be in the shower

if you were covered
in mystery blood?

(turns water off)

You're sure that none
of it is yours?

Yeah.

But you don't know
whose it is?

No. I told you.

I was at Headliners
with these girls from school,

we were watching
this crappy band,

the next thing I know,
I'm at your front door.

You left out the
part where you said

you killed someone.

Tim, that's not funny.

You don't remember saying that?

How much did you
have to drink?

Nothing.

I'm under 21, remember?

Really, because your fake ID
says you're 22.

How much?

Okay, I had a few drinks.

Sarah, do you remember
what happened the last time

you had "a few" drinks?

No.
That's the point.

You can't drink.

Last time you had
a few too many, you painted

"bitch" on Katie Hutchinson's
garage.
(phone ringing)

I would have done that sober.

That bitch stole my boyfriend.

Tim, relax.
I barely even

touched my second beer, okay?

I remember because I had...

(distorted whispers)

MAN:
Sarah.

(laughing)

You had to what?

I had to study.

That's right.

After the concert, we
went to the food court,
but I left early

because I had to
go to the library.

Good. Library's good and then?

Why can't I remember?

Someone could've
slipped you something.

No, Smart Girl 101, you don't
take drinks from guys

you don't know.
We should
still get a urine sample.

I can't pee in a mug with
a picture of Grandma on it.

What are you doing?

Calling the police.

And telling them what?
(dialing)

That I showed up
at your front door

with blood on my hands
saying I killed someone?

Besides, Tim, that
could be animal blood.

And what if it's not?

Sarah, I'm a federal agent.

I have a responsibility...

Tim, I didn't come
to a federal agent.

I came to my big brother.

ZIVA:
McGee's not answering

his cell phone, pager
or MySpace IM.

(laughing):
McGee on MySpace,
I gotta see that.

Keep calling.

Still trying to get
into his calendar, boss.

You know, I'm not sure
what the problem is.
When I was framed

by the Iranians
for murder, I was late

for many hours
before anyone even noticed.

You're not McGee, Ziva.

McTimex's brain is
hard-wired for punctuality.

And sadly, scaring away
potential mates.

There we go.

No doctor's appointments.

He does have a personal trainer.

Four times a week?

And tomorrow, an
8:00 a.m. appointment

at a Harley
Davidson dealership?

Either McGee's won

the lottery or he's got
a sugar daddy.
(phone ringing)

Yeah. Gibbs.

Where?

Dead?
Sailor. Waverly campus.

Gear up.

What about McGee?
We haven't found him yet.

I did.

Or rather, he found me.
Sent me an email.

Woke up sick.

Laryngitis, won't be
coming in to work today.

You know, I bet he
sent you one, too.

You still here?

Hmm.

Who emails in sick to work?

If I called, they'd
know I was lying.

Oh, and if you have
laryngitis, you can't call.

Have you been saving that one

for a comic book
convention?
Can we get back
to the timeline, please?

Okay...

now you left the bar
at 9:30 p.m.

I got to the campus food court
at around 10:00.

You showed up here
at my door at 2:30 a.m.

That leaves four hours
unaccounted for.

I'm actually impressed.

Is this what you
do at work? Yeah?

State the obvious and
make pretty pie charts?

No, we collect facts
and we formulate theories.

But if you think
you can do better.

Well, okay.

There are

four hours unaccounted for.

Of which I have no memory,

so, I either drank
more than I realized,

repressed some kind
of traumatic event,

or was drugged.

And the blood on my hands
and the fact that I'm always

careful with what I drink
imply a traumatic event.

But what and where?

Answer...

the shoes I bought yesterday.

$32 on sale, plus I had
a back-to-school coupon.

They're muddy, but the soles
are barely even scuffed,

so I didn't walk
the five miles to your place.

Okay, so how
did I get here?

When I left
the food court, I had

$14 in my back pocket

and now there's only two,
and since it's a ten dollar

taxi ride to your
place, do the math,

I must've taken a taxi cab here.

And that's our first step.

We find the driver.
We ask him where I was.

And when we find out
where I was, we can find out

what happened.

Let's start by checking
local taxi dispatchers.

There's two major
cab companies.
Dozens of gypsies.

I'm assuming you left

from campus.

It would definitely be a major.

They'll have a log of the fare.

Do you think you caught
the taxi on campus?

Ready! Five, six,

seven, eight. Hit, one,

two, roll, three, four,

look, five, hit, six,
seven, down, eight.

Go, one, two-- this isn't

the XFL ladies.

This is Waverly.

Save the pole dancing
for your boyfriend,

Carolyn.
(cheering)

Uh, you'll have to move
your car, sir.

You're in a passenger
loading zone.

I don't see any,
uh, pass--

Oh, well, you don't
want to park here.

You might want to yank out
your rent-a-cop manual

and recheck
the pecking order.
No, no, no.

Your people are on the
other side of the quad.

Well, that was quick.

Solve this case
already, DiNozzo?

No. It's my hundredth body.

Hey, listen,
you wouldn't mind taking...

Sorry. That's a bad idea.

It seemed less disgusting
in my head.

By comparison with what else
is in there, I'm sure it was.

GIBBS:
Anything useful from
that jogger, Ziva?

If "I saw the body
and I called the police"

is useful, yes.

Otherwise, no.

Can't tell how long
the body's been here.

Luckily, of course, I can.

I must apologize
for our tardiness.

We had trouble parking the van.

Homecoming.

I would have thought

McGee would have
beaten me up here.

McGee's not here.
Really?

I could have sworn I saw him

in the parking lot.

TONY:
Well, we're
at a college.

Pencil-neck geeks
are a dime a dozen.

(chuckles)

(camera clicking)

Ah, let me see.

(camera clicking)

Preliminary time of death:
between ten and 12 hours ago.

ZIVA:
We have another body!

TONY:
I thought you said
you had another body.

I do.

Actually, ten of them.

(camera clicking)

Hey, what time is it?

After 10:00.

After 10:00?

I missed my class.

Why didn't you wake me?

I wanted you
to get some rest before...

Before what?

Sarah...

You found my taxi.

I haven't spoken
to the driver yet, but...

I did get a log
from the company.

And?

And you were picked up

early this morning
at the quad.

When I went to check it out,
NCIS was there.

What was NCIS doing there?

Probably had something to do
with the dead body.

Where are you going?

The library-- I
have to study.

Excuse me?

I have a Chaucer
midterm coming up.

Hey, Sarah!

Hello! Dead guy!

That's probably
dead guy's blood on your shirt.

I told you,
that could be animal blood.

It's not. I tested it,
and it's human.

Sarah, we've got
to go to NCIS.

Why? Why NCIS?

Body was a sailor.

Sarah!

Hey!

Do you know the sailor's name?

No.

I do.

Dental records
confirm the body is
Seaman Jeff Petty,

currently serving on
the USS Enterprise.

Docked at Norfolk
last night.

Navy notifying
the family?
As we speak.

A duty I do not envy.

Yes, when I was an officer
with the regiment,

I was twice called upon
to render such services.

I prefer combat
to telling a family

that one of their loved ones
shall never be returning.

Luckily, in this case,
we are spared such a duty.

You got a time of death
on those goldfish?

No time, but a cause.

Asphyxiation.

Suffocation?

Over-feeding.

Nicotine poisoning.

I just got the test
results from Abby.

There was enough nicotine
in their blood to kill...

well, to kill a gold fish.

That much is certain.

How did that get there?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Yeah, the cause of death
of Seaman Petty

is more explicable.

Sharp-force trauma
to the thoracic area.

Punctured the aorta, so death
was almost instantaneous.

The shape and depth
of the wound suggests...

...a combat knife.

ZIVA:
We didn't find a knife.

All we bagged
was trash.

Tell DiNozzo
to keep looking.

Well, Tony went home.

He went home?

He wasn't feeling well.

Thought McGee might have gotten
him sick.

So he went... home?

Well, actually, the Director
told him he could go.

I'm not done, Gibbs.

Make it fast, Dr. Mallard.

Postmortem lividity

suggests that Seaman Petty
was killed on scene.

Tox screen
came back negative;
no drugs in his system.

His CO said
he was a model sailor.

There was very little trauma
beyond the entry wound.

No scratches, no DNA
in the fingernails.

He was surprised.

Or he knew his killer.

(knocking)
(sobbing)

Sarah, open up.

Sarah!

Tell me how
you know this guy!

Sarah, I can't help you
unless you talk to me.

How do you know him?

We used to date.

Until he started seeing
my old roommate.

And?

And...

I threatened to kill him
once or twice.

Maybe even three times.

This is that sailor
that you were dating
last year?

You told me
you didn't like him.

What did you expect me to say,
Tim?

I really liked this guy
and he just broke my heart

when he dumped me
for some skanky cheerleader.

You threatened to kill him

because he dumped you
for a cheerleader?

I didn't mean it.

It was just one of those things
you say, you know?

Did anyone hear
you say it?

I never actually said it.

I e-mailed it.

Sarah, we got
to go to Gibbs now.

I haven't done
anything wrong.

How do you know?

Tim, you don't really...

You do.

Sober, no, but you were
drinking, Sarah.

There could have been
an accident.

Tim, I swear on my life...

How can you swear?!

You don't remember
what happened.

If my own brother
doesn't believe me,

who the hell is going to?

Sarah.

What, are you gonna arrest me?

You need to understand
something.

Our only option right now
is going to N...

Wait a minute.

I thought they were
brother and sister.

They are, but they
don't know it.

Haven't you been
reading the subtitles?

There are subtitles?

So much for being
a film buff.

Hey! Listen,
I could bore you
to death

with a lecture on German
Expressionism in film
if you'd like.

You could never bore me.

Well, that is very sweet
of you,

but you underestimate me.

It is my contention,
Miss Benoit,

that the abstract nature
of Expressionism in film...

What are we doing, Tony?

Well, I'm boring you with German
Expressionism in film.

We've been dating
for over a month.

Don't you find it a little
curious that...

we haven't taken it
to the next level?

You mean Italian Neo-Realism?

No, sex.
Japanese cinema?

(chuckles)

Yeah, sex, right.

Yeah, is that

something you might
be interested in?

(laughs)

Yeah.

Yeah, I get that vibe from you,

and yet we still haven't had it

and you don't seem
like the type who
usually waits.

Yeah, well, it could be

because you remind me
of my sister.

You said you were an only child.

I am.

(chuckles)

Could I have a serious answer...
please?

I don't want to rush things.

Date Two is rushing things,
Tony.

Date 11, that's a violation
of the Geneva Convention.

If you always do what
you've always done,

then you'll always get
what you always got.

And while what I got
had its perks,

I'm looking for something
different now.

Okay, Tony,

but just so you know,

whenever you're ready, so am I.

And then when we finished
bowling,

he walked me to my car.

And?

And he said, "I hope
to see you soon, baby doll,"

gave me a peck on the cheek
and then he left.

Short and sweet.
Oh, he is.

Hey, I've been looking
all over the building for you.

Since we were low on agents,
I thought I'd give Abby a hand.

The only reason we are low
on agents is because

you sent DiNozzo home.

Well, there's no sense

in getting us
all sick.

(mimics Gibbs):
Next time you send
one of my team home,

you clear it with me
first, Director!

(mimics Shepard):
Oh, I didn't know
I needed your permission

to manage my own personnel
Agent Gibbs.

(as Gibbs):
Your personnel?

(as Shepard):
Last time I checked it said

Director on my door, not yours.

The kids don't like it
when Mommy and Daddy fight.

You got the call log

off the cell phone we
found on Seaman Petty?

There was damage on the
DC run to the SIM chip,

probably from the fall.

Okay. Wow, 15 missed
text messages.

Someone's really trying
to get ahold of...

(phone rings)

Oh, no, what do I do?
Do I answer it?

Put it on speaker.

Hello.

MCGEE:
Finally.
Where the hell are you?

McGee?

Boss?

Why do you have
my sister's cell phone?

I got a better question for you.

What is your sister's cell phone
doing on my dead body?

Ooh, and I thought being sent

to the principal's office
was bad.

He's still in the elevator?

Per Gibb's orders.

Awaiting El Jefe's arrival.

(whistles):
How mad is he?

Well, considering McGee's
been covering for his sister

who's implicated in the death
of a Navy sailor...

What were you thinking, McGee?!

...I'd say he's handling it
pretty well.

I would apologize,

but I know how
you feel about that.

(elevator machinery clanks)

You got your voice back.

I never lost it.

No kidding?

I know withholding evidence
is a violation of NCIS policy.

And a crime.

One that I don't
really care about.

Why didn't you come to me?

I was going to.

When I saw the body,
I-I know I had

to bring
Sarah in.
No, before that.

I couldn't take that chance.

I don't know what
my sister did or didn't do.

But I know what it looked like.

And we say, 'better
ten guilty men go free

than one innocent
get punished,' but I know

from experience it doesn't
always work out like that.

I couldn't take
that chance with Sarah.

Not with the police,
not with NCIS.

Not even with you.

She's my sister.

Apology accepted.

Cute girl.

Hey. This is the one
I found on McGee's iPod.

I knew there was no way
she could be his girlfriend.

Poor McGee got the shallow
end of the gene pool.

They're here.

I thought for sure probie
would be limping.

Getting, uh, soft,
in your old age there, boss?

Prime of your
youth, sir?

We needed it
for the BOLO.

Please tell me that's not for--

Citing a bench warrant

for Grand Theft Auto.

Guess that's better
than a BOLO for murder.

We need to find her, McGee.

Right now, she's
our main suspect.

Witness.

Spoke to the taxi driver
who picked your sister up.

He places her
at the crime scene.

And Abby confirmed the blood
type on your sister's clothes,

matches Seaman Petty.

That's more than
witness, probie.

And there are
the emails.
Like the one that starts

"Dear man whore" and ends

with "if I ever see you again
I will kill you.

Love, Sarah."

Got them off
Seaman Petty's e-mail.

Throw them on the pile
and they add up to--
Motive

and opportunity.

Why is she running?

She's mad. She's scared.

Says she has nothing to do
with the murder.

Thinks I don't believe her.

Do you?

Sarah's not a killer.

But?

But an accident's another story.

If she was drugged...
ZIVA:
She wasn't.

Abby ran the urine
sample you took,

and it was clean.

Any other suspects?

Maybe Seaman Petty's
cheerleader girlfriend.

At least your sister's
not the only one

writing threatening e-mails.

TONY:
Cheerleader was worried

Popeye was getting his spinach
somewhere else.

Address?

Ziva, I want that
taxi impounded.

DiNozzo, you're
on McGee's sister.

Ah, with great pleasure, boss.

Boss, maybe Tony would
be better on the taxi...
McGee...

Yeah.
Go home.

I can't have you
working this case.

If I go home,

how do you know
I won't keep
working on it?

Come on.

I'll keep
an eye on you.

Hey.

You're wondering
if she did it?

No, I'm wondering why McGee
never told me he had a sister.

* Hey, Mr. Money
say we got no hook *

* Hook, line and sinker
take another look *

* Hey, Mr. Muscle,
push your weight around *

* Another crack up
living in this town... *

This is Jeff in Bahrain.

GIBBS:
Handsome kid.

He loved wearing that uniform.

Almost as much
as I loved

seeing him in it.

He was supposed to meet
me at the food court.

We were having freshman
cheerleader initiations

later that night.

But I wanted to make time
to surprise Jeff with...

a surprise.

He never showed?

I just figured
his ship was late.

I told you we should
have used carbon.

If you can't get
this thing working,

I'm going to have to find
some geeks who can.

No, we can do it.

Seen enough?

No, no, no, actually, um...

I was checking
the water gun here.

The check valve is on backwards.

If you flip this...

MAN:
Real smooth, Einstein.

GIBBS:
It sounds like you and Jeff had

a perfect relationship.

We did.

We were going to get married.

You better make
her pay for this.

Who?

That jealous bitch, Sarah McGee.

She couldn't deal with the fact

that Jeff wanted me
instead of her.

She sent him threatening
e-mails,

she trashed me
in her blog.

Blog?
Yeah.

What's a blog?

It's a... blog. You know.

No, I don't know.

It's something losers
put online

so that everyone can read.

Are you going to arrest her
or not?

I saw her

at the food court with
her geek friends.

When she found out that Jeff
was coming to meet me,

she left
to find him.

How do you know
she just didn't leave?

Because she killed him!

Boss...
Hey.

I told you to wait outside.

Why didn't you ask
her about the e-mails?

Maybe I don't want
her to know

that I know about
the e-mails, McGee.

There's a reason

I told you to stay outside.

And there's a reason
that I came in.

Look.

(door opening)

Come on in.

I take it this isn't
a social call.

I need some advice.

And you came to me?

Well, it was either
you or Gibbs,

and his track record
with women sucks, so...

(clearing throat)

I'm finding, um...

myself in a particularly
odd situation

with someone... special.

Odd?

Odd, yeah, odd.

Because, uh...

we've been going out for, uh...

over a month, and, we...
we haven't done something

that I usually do... you know,
a lot earlier than that.

And may I ask what it is
that's holding you back

from doing what you usually do?

(nervous chuckle)

Yeah.

Um...

Because of the particular
importance of this person,

I thought it would be a good
idea to take things slowly.

Which is kind of a
new concept for me.

But at a certain point,

things have to speed up, righ...
right?

Are you attracted to her?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

I could make a meal.

Is she attracted to you?

So what's the problem?

(phone ringing)

DiNozzo.

BOLO just came back
on McGee's sister.

Campus security has her.

Well, let Gibbs know.
He's there with McGee.

I did.

He wants us to bring her in.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Good luck.

I'm Security Officer Tate.

One of the librarians
reported her.

Apparently, she sleeps
here a lot.

ZIVA:
How McGee-ish of her.

Must be in
the McGee-nome.

You want her for more
than GTA, don't you?

I didn't have the
authority to arrest her,

but if you want me to...
We'll take it from here.

(Tony clearing throat)

No, you can't
have my number.

I already have
your number, Sarah.

It's not what
you guys think.

My eyes water
when I read a lot,

and these lights
are really crappy.

Are you guys here
to arrest me?

No.

You do have to come
with us, though.

Yeah, sure.

You guys are just being
nice to me

'cause Tim's my big brother?

No. I'm always nice
to hot girls.

You must be Tommy.

Tony.

Sorry. In Tim's book,
you're Tommy.

Which would make you Lisa?

(sighs)

Where have you been?

The library.
I told you I had to study.

You know, Tony

is much cuter
than Tommy.

Tommy?

Hmm,

you know if you rearrange

these letters, you get...

Timothy McGee.

You should have told me
this was a secret.

Can't wait to read about
your swashbuckling,

socially repugnant,

Special Agent Tommy.

(Ziva laughing)

And Lisa-- the sultry
and emotionally distant

Mossad officer.

TONY:
Or their boss--
L.J. Tibbs,

"who drinks

to alleviate the burden
of his messianic complex."

Where is L.J.,

Dead-Agent-Walking?

Evidence garage.

(chuckles)

Tony?

Tony?

I'm going to kill you.

Where'd you
find it, Abs?

Stuffed behind the seat cushion.

TONY:
Hey, boss.

MAN 1 (voice echoing):
You okay? You okay,
You okay...?

(whimpering)
MAN 2:
Sarah, please, no!

You didn't find that
in the taxi, did you?

ZIVA:
Who studies while they wait
to be interrogated for murder?

A Mc-Geek.

"Lisa's eyes reminded
him of emeralds."

Oh.

"Flawed only by the icicles
in her heart."

He's dead.

"And the Field Agent Tommy is
a dogged pursuer of dirtbags."

Yep.

(chuckles)

"And any skirt

over the age of 18."

Your brother's dead.

SHEPARD:
Sarah threatened to kill

Seaman Petty by e-mail.

A taxi picked her up
near the crime scene

at the time of the murder.

The blood
on her clothes

matches the victim's

and her fingerprints
are on the murder weapon.

Other than being
your sister,

is there any
evidentiary reason

why she shouldn't be charged?

But she is my sister, Director.

Sarah may have a temper,

but she lashes out with
her mouth or a pen,

not a knife.

And I hope you have
more to offer

than brotherly love,
Agent McGee.

She was drugged.

She showed up at
my door groggy,

barely able to walk.

She couldn't
remember anything

except leaving
the food court.

The lab reports

for drugs and alcohol
were negative.

(scoffs):
By the time those tests
were taken,

whatever was in her system
had metabolized.

And if that's true,
whose fault is that?

Mine; I should have
taken Sarah in earlier.

But you didn't
bring her in.

Agent DiNozzo
and Officer David did.

So your actions,

or should I say inactions,
did nothing to help your sister,

but it did impugn
the integrity of this agency.

Forgive me, Director,

for not putting the integrity
of NCIS before my sister.

It won't happen again.

McGee.

Hey.

Boss, don't try and
talk me out of this.

Never let someone manipulate
you like that again.

Not even the Director.

She wanted me to quit?

That's her job,
to protect NCIS.
Come here. Sit down.

Boss, you don't think...?

You sit down here
until I get back.

Boss, you don't think
Sarah did it, do you?

I don't know, McGee.

I'll know after
I interrogate her.

Can I watch?
No.
Please?

From observation?
No!

Boss, I can't just sit here.

Here, read a book.

(door opens)

What's your major?

English lit.

You intend to be a writer
like your brother?

I intend on being a writer.

Why the smart-ass answer?

What?

You put your brother down.

No, I didn't.

Yeah, you did.

He just resigned because of you.

No!

But Tim loves NCIS.

Evidently, he loves you more.

(sobbing)

I'm sorry.

Fake tears don't bother me.

I don't fake tears.

Just lapses in memory.

I don't remember!

I just get...

quick film cuts.

Hold onto 'em.

I can't.

I guess you don't want to.

I do.
If you did,

you'd remember.

And how would you know?

I've been there.

Sarah, stop it! Stop it!

What are you doing?!
What are you doing?!

(groans)

SARAH (sobbing):
No! No! No!

I stabbed him!

I stabbed Jeff!

What's your sister's
favorite pizza?

What?
Her favorite pizza?

Come on, Tim,
it's not a trick question.

Uh, cheeseless with pickles,
Tabasco and peanut butter.

Yes, yes, yes!

Yes?

You sister was doped.

Where's Gibbs?
Where's everybody?

Interrogation.

Well, go get 'em
and bring 'em down to my lab.

There's more!

(Sarah sobbing)

Abby's got great news.

It's not great.
It's actually terrible,

but it explains why Sarah...

What did Gibbs
do to my sister?

Nothing.

She admitted stabbing
Seaman Petty.

Sarah doesn't know
what she's saying.

McGee...

Boss, she was drugged.
Abby has proof.

Stay with her.

Hey, hey.

I remember the knife.

I remember Jeff lying there.

No, no, no, no,

my little sister could
never kill anyone.

I was poring over all
the forensic evidence:

the trash from the crime scene
and every inch of the taxi

and I realized that the floor
mat smells like Nilosorb.

Nilosorb?

(coughs)

Industrial vomit cleaner.

So I took what was left
on there.

I ran it through the mass spec

and found what McGee
has confirmed

to be Sarah's favorite
late-night snack:

cheeseless pizza with Tabasco,
pickles and peanut butter.

Yuck.

But I also found traces
of sodiumoxybate, aka GHB.

It didn't show up
in her urine sample

because it metabolizes
so quickly.

Which is probably what makes it
such a popular date-rape drug.

You think Seaman Petty
tried to rape her?

Her ex-boyfriend?

There's nothing like a death
threat from an ex-girlfriend

to get your dander up.

Are you talking

from experience, Tony?

So the levels of GHB

allowed me to triangulate
a window of exposure.

She was dosed

at the food court.

DiNozzo.

Pull the security tapes

from the food court.
On it, boss.

Ziva.

Names of food workers,

janitors and anyone
working that night.

What was I going to tell you?

I don't know.
What were you going to tell me,

El Magnifico?

Good job.

But I have more.

I solved the mystery
of the smoking goldfish.

At first, I couldn't figure out

how they were lighting
the cigarettes underwater,

and then I found this.

They were trying
to kick the habit.

Our little Nemos were swimming
in a bag that sprung a leak.

Sprang a leak...
sprung, sprang, sprung...

So their little lives flashed
before their eyes

in a nicotine buzz.

Hey, do you think,
since goldfish only have

three seconds of memory...?

Abby, get Ducky on that.

I don't know, Gibbs.

That is a very complicated
piece of equipment.

Probably have to go get
my manual out...

Abbs!

Ducky.

Yes, my little lotus blossom.

Gibbs wants you.

You know when the goldfish died?

I was just determining
the time they expired.

You're using a little
teeny tiny liver probe?

Being cold-blooded, temperature
is useless in determining

the time of death.

So you don't know?

Au contraire.

They died about the same time
as our victim.

Now how did you calculate that?

Track Sara McGee from the time
she enters until she leaves.

Ah, okay.

Ah-ah, oops.

That was the wrong way.

I'm sorry. Sorry, boss.
One second.

DiNozzo?

(chuckles)

Froze.

This is sort of a McGeek thing.

Get him.

You know what a clog is?

A shoe or a block to drain?

On the Internet.

I thought that was a blog,

but, uh, my English
is often wrong.

Sarah McGee wrote a blog

trashing her and
the cheerleaders.

Do you think
you can find it?

Probably on MySpace.

Who is she?

Seaman Petty's girlfriend,
Sarah's ex-roommate.

"These peppy little girls
all skanked up to the nines

"in their adorable
cheerleading uniforms,

"which had been mistakenly
ordered in children's sizes,

"were engaged in strangely
homoerotic, adderol-fueled

spastic movements that
they called dance routine."

Where's that from?

That's my blog.

You should let your sister
ghostwrite for you, probie.

Find your sister
entering the food court.

How do you get a ready-made
cheeseless pizza

with Tabasco sauce, pickles
and peanut butter?

Oh, I make it myself.

Food court has everything
but peanut butter,

so I carry a jar
in my backpack.

McGee, isolate her table.

Ready?

One, two, down, up.

Steady. Hold it, Heather.

Uh! Take five.

Whatever happened
to quitting?

After football season.

Why don't you go home?

I'd rather be here.

Seen enough of my ass?

What do you think, Tony?

I don't know.
There's a lot to see.

Stay the hell away from me,
jerk.

It's amazing what
a college education does

for a girl's vocabulary,
don't you think?

Astonishing.

(gasps)

I believe you know
my sister.

(gasps)

That was for spiking
my peanut butter.

And that was for setting
me up to be raped.

This is for being
an accessory to murder.

What?

Madison?

They're framing me.

I didn't do anything.

We got you starring
in the food court show.

Spiking Sarah's
peanut butter with GHB.

Oh, yeah, try and prove that
from a security camera.

Your greasy paw prints
are all over

my peanut butter jar.

We have you leaving the food
court with Officer Tate.

You murdered Jeff?

No!
I was just using Tate

to get even for this
bitch's blog.

And Jeff saw Tate
grappling with her

and tried to play hero.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

What are you doing?
Let go of her!

Drop it! (gasping)

Tate stabbed him.

I dropped everything and ran.

You stabbed him!
Put the knife in her hand,

put the cell phone
in his pocket.

You lying bastard!

Lying bitch!
Get 'em out of here.

I didn't do anything!
You have the right
to remain silent,

you have the right
to do splits,
Let go of me!

the right to wear
short skirts...

I didn't do anything
Yes, you did!

Madison did it!
Oh, shut up!

I'm sorry.

Jeff was a great guy
and he really loved you.

How would you know?

He e-mailed me.

He said he was sorry,
but he met his soulmate.

It was you.

(sobbing)

Sometimes, McGee,

a little lie,
it's good for the soul.

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