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(squeaking)
FOREMAN:
Check that eyebolt.

Just let that... on.
MAN:
Eyebolt secure.

All right, get ready, ladies.
Put your backs into it.

(metal clanking)
Come on,
I used to do this when I was

your age by myself.

Sure, you did, boss.
Yeah, right.

Huh? See these pythons?

I could lift a 400-pound
load back in the day, huh?

I even remember her name:
Lisa Scarpizzee.

(men laughing)
Yeah, well she was a hell

of a woman though, huh?

All right,
let's move this thing

out of here.
I've got a furnace

waiting to go in.
Push her out, guys.

Come on, here we go.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Hey, Manny?

Yeah?
Looks like a partial

obstruction in the smokestack.

Yeah, I see it
from up here, boss.

Probably carbon buildup.

All right, clean it out.

Doing that now.
(whistling)

Anybody that doesn't
want to make an ash

of themselves, step back.

Watch your heads!
(gears grinding)

(thuds)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold it up, Manny.
We've got more than just

carbon coming down here.

MANNY:
Copy that.

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(laughing)

Finish McGee's book yet?

Halfway.

You?

I'm on...
chapter seven,

page 103.

"Maybe someday

"Lisa would find
the courage to tell

"Agent Tommy about her dream,
the two of them together,

"their bodies covered
in sweat as they made love

on the crystal white sands
of her homeland."

I'm gonna kill him.

GIBBS:
Kill who?
McGee.

Have you read
this book?

Apparently McGee thinks Ziva's
in love with me.

(scoffs)
There's a reason
they call it fiction,

DiNozzo.

Boss, just got
a call from dispatch.

Construction crew
found a dead body.

Where?
Chesty Puller High
School in Quantico.

Student?
Uh...

not sure.
Take the truck,
I'll meet you there.

How many times
do I have to tell you

it's not about you guys.

I'm driving.

Comfortable back there,
Gore Vidal?

(engine starts)
For the last time,

Deep Six is fiction.

Fiction based
on us, yes?

No. Look, if you don't
believe me,

read the disclaimer
in the front of the book.

You buying that, Lisa?

(laughs)
Didn't think so.

Nice knowing you, Probie.

Ziva...
(revs engine)

(tires screech)

(grunts, thuds)

McGEE:
It's just a book!

(camera shutter snaps)

You know, in chapter eight
of McGee's book,

your character does
the exact same thing

to Agent Tommy.

Turns out she has this whole
secret photo album of him.

Fascinating, Tony,

but I wasn't taking a picture
of you.

More interested in the wildlife.

Ugh!

FOREMAN:
We've pulled rats, cats

and birds out
of chimneys before,
Agent Gibbs.

Hell, one time
even a St. Bernard,

but this is my first mummy.

Reminds me
of that urban legend.

GIBBS:
Which one is that?

Guy dresses up
like Santa,

you know, for Christmas Eve

to surprise
his girlfriend,
but he never shows.

She's convinced that the bastard
dumped her,

badmouths him all over town.

Until they find

the poor soul's body
months later

still clutching the little box

with her shiny
new engagement ring.

And the moral of course is...

"It's never a good idea
to get married."

No-- "It's best not
to judge someone until
all the facts are in."

I like mine better.

(chuckles)

Any of your crew touch
or move Kriss Kringle?

No. Most of 'em were halfway
to Manassas

before the dust even settled.

TONY:
There's no I.D. on him.

Judging by what's left
of the mullet,

I think it's safe to say
he wasn't in the military.

You think, DiNozzo?

Hey, I need a TOD, Doctor.

Considering we've been
working together for
over ten years,

I am well aware
of that, Agent Gibbs.

DiNozzo, when he gets one,
run it through Missing Persons

over the same time period.

Where are you going, boss?

To the roof, to figure out

how he ended up there
in the first place.

What happened to you?

Uh, creative differences
with my coworkers, boss.

A lot of that going
around these days.

Don't you think it's about time
you and Gibbs made up, Ducky?

Made up?

I wasn't aware we were fighting,
Ziva.

TONY:
Come on. Ever since
he retired...

Gibbs didn't retire,
he quit.

Okay, so he quit,
but he's back now.

You need to cut the man
some slacks, Ducky.

I agree.
Except the term is "slack."

Judging by the decay
and the condition of his skin,

I'd tentatively place
the time of death

at two to four months ago.

Works for me.

Time of death was two to four
months ago, boss!

Bag and tag the ashes, Probie.
We'll pick you up after

we coordinate
with the MPs.

JIMMY:
Doctor, I'm going to be
laying the bag out here

and the burrito over here.

Palmer, I need a favor.

You want to ride
back with us.

How'd you know?

I read your book.

And for your information,

I've never had sexual
relations with a corpse.

That character
was not based on you.

His name was
Pimmy Jalmer, McGee.

He's French Polynesian.

Doctor, I'm going
to get the gurney now.

McGEE:
It was only a dream.

Come on. Haven't you ever heard
of symbolism?

The life of an artist
is never easy, McGee.

They'll all get
over it, eventually.

Thanks, Ducky.

By the way, do you know if Tony
has finished it yet?

Not yet.

Well, him I'd watch out for.

ZIVA:
None of the local missing person
reports match

our John Doe's description,
Tony.

And there's no record of anyone
going missing on base,

civilian or military,
during that period.

Are you even
listening to me?

I'm getting close to the end,
Ziva.

(chuckles)

You know,
McGee is really starting

to nail your essence here.

"Stakeouts-- long,
endless hours

"fueled by cheap food

"and even cheaper coffee.

"But tonight,

"Mossad Officer Lisa
didn't seem to mind,

because she was getting to spend
it with Agent Tom..."

You're behind me again,
aren't you?

(grunts)

You know, I think
McGee's right.

He was, was he?

It takes almost all
of my willpower

to resist the urges I have
when I'm around you, Tony.

Maybe...

it's about time
I just give in, yes?

And by "give in,"
you mean...?

Letting loose.
Ah...

Doing what comes
naturally to me.

Yeah, I thought I was
picking up that vibe

the first time we went
undercover together.

You were?

In fact, I almost did it

the first night
in the hotel room.

Hmm. Really?

But my father
wouldn't approve.

Because I'm not Jewish.

Because he gets
very angry when
I kill a co-worker.

(laughs)

Like I believed you
for even a second.

(chuckles)
I'm sure you didn't.

You two done playing grabass?

Oh, he started it.
I'm ending it.

Oh, I...

Next person who mentions this
book will be deep-sixed by me.

TONY:
I can completely

live with that, boss.

My point exactly,
DiNozzo.

You I.D. our victim yet?

We're running him against
missing person cases

reported over the last
six months, Gibbs.

TONY:
No hits yet.

Um, I'm afraid that's my fault.

It seems my initial

time of death wasn't completely
accurate.

As you will see, his body
is almost perfectly preserved.

Perfectly preserved
for a rotted corpse, that is.

Guy looks like a piece
of beef jerky, Duck.

Gum tissue rots faster
than the outer flesh,

due to the high degree
of bacteria inside the mouth.

As you can see,
his gums are almost intact.

Maybe he was just
a good flosser.

Shutting it, boss.

How'd he die?

Well, the "how"
I'm still working on.

It's made
particularly difficult

by the means by which
his body was preserved.

He was quite
literally smoked
inside that chimney.

Smoked?

DUCKY: Yeah, like a
fine cut of meat.

So he really is a beef jerky.

In a manner of
speaking, yes, Tony.

It's also the reason why my time
of death was so far off.

More than two to four months,
Ducky?

It would seem so.

How many?

I would say

we're looking
at closer to five or six.

Don't be so rough on yourself,
Doctor.

We're already running
the past six months.

Not months.

Five or six years.

McGEE:
Abby, they hate me.

They don't hate you, McGee.

Ziva tried
to kill me yesterday.

Well, you did base all the
characters in your book on us

and didn't ask our permission.

Deep Six is a work
of pure fiction.

You described
everything in my bedroom.

Not everything.

You still have those...

(beeping)
Fantasize later, Hemingway.

I got a match on two
of Old Smokey's fingerprints.

(beeping)

Whoa!
What's wrong?

The match file is restricted.
I can't access it.

That's not possible. NCIS has
top-level clearance.

Duh, McGee.

I work here, too.
Can you tell
who's blocking it?

I could...
if they weren't in the process

of deleting the file
from the server.

What the hell is this?

I was wondering that myself.

We got two matching
fingerprints
from the victim

and AFIS just kicked us out.

And now they're
deleting the file.

How?

Working on it,
boss.

ABBY:
It looks like some agency

doesn't want us to know
who your mummy is, Gibbs.

SHEPARD:
Inbound G-Five
from Ibiza, Spain.

Tango-Eight, I want every bag

coming off that plane tagged
with a GPS marker.

Eagle Six, remain in over-watch.

Tango-Eight is on his own,
unless I clear you for backup.

EAGLE SIX:
Solid Copy, Eagle Six remaining
in over-watch position.

Bring up Tango-Eight's feed
on the big screen.

(Southern accent):
Hey, there.

How y'all doing?

Toss 'em down, bro.

Ooh.

Louis Vuitton.

Y'all aren't too friendly,
are you?

This is Eagle Six.

Cabin crew are exiting.

Tango-Eight,

La Grenouille's people
are about to deplane.

(chuckles)

(man clears throat)

The smile was for me, dear boy.

There's more luggage.

Yes, sir.

Good flight?

Very nice, Kort,
very nice.

Martin, where's he
been keeping you?

The African market.

Cape Town, mostly.

Not bad.
Good.

I need to see the passengers.

We've arranged
a meeting.

Things are going well.

Isolate and freeze frame.

How long have you
been here?

Well, long enough
to put your luggage

in the trunk.

How long have you
been working the line?

I haven't seen you before.

Oh...

about five months, I'd say.

You know, part-time.

Weekends, nights,
that sort of thing.

Can you keep your eyes
off her next time?

Probably not.

An honest man.

Thank you, sir.

Eagle Six,
confirm four GPS markers.

Eagle Six.
Four GPS markers confirmed.

Signals are long and strong.

Bravo Zulu, Tango-Eight.

(whispers):
Bravo...

Two hours.

Gibbs is going to murder me.

How long's Tony
been doing errands

for the director?

Pretty much
since you retired.

She trusts him.

To do what?

You'd have to ask Tony that.

ABBY:
Gibbs! Gibbs! Gibbs!

I did it!

Well, you mean "we."

There is
no "we" in McGee.

I traced the connection back
to the system that deleted

the fingerprint match.

It's a government server
in Arlington, Virginia.

Routed into AFIS
directly at the source.

Our mystery
hacker is...
The FBI.

Uh, yeah. Sounds a little
anticlimactic when you say it.

How did you
know that?

I'm looking at 'em.

You've got something
that belongs to me, Gibbs.

Petri dish, Mr. Palmer.

There's something weird
in this young man's stomach.

Is that...
is that what I think it is?

A distal interphlangeal joint.

A human toe.

FBI AGENT:
He was a cannibal, Ducky...

and a serial killer.

I've been hunting this bastard
for 12 years, Gibbs.

What's his name?

You don't know.

We know the prints you
ran through AFIS matched

two of the prints
from his crime scenes.

Fourteen kills...
all women,

drugged, strangled, left to rot
near rural, interstate highways.

Every one of them missing
the toes on their left foot.

They were gnawed off.

How'd he die?

Well, we're still
working on that.

I can tell you when.

66 months ago.

Five-and-a-half years.

That's a pretty
accurate guess.

It wasn't a guess.

It was the last time he killed.

You want to know why I
restricted access to his prints.

For starters.

We didn't want local LEOs trying
to bring him down on their own.

That sounds like the FBI.

Well, this guy was
a ghost, Jethro.

Fourteen murders,
all we ever got from him

was two partials
and a single strand of hair.

We never even got close.

I am more interested
in what he was doing

on my Marine base, Tobias.

As soon as I find out,
you'll be the first to know.

We got a deal?

I'll have my M.E. swing
by and pick up the body.

After I find out who he is
and how he died.

I've spent 12 years
working on this case.

Well, then waiting a few extra
days shouldn't be a problem.

Is there anything else
I can do for you

while you're grinding
the knife in?

I'm gonna need a sample of that
hair and copies of your files.

A few bottles of bourbon
would be a nice gesture.

What do I get,
besides a headache?

Tobias, I am going to show you

what your serial killer
looks like.

ABBY:
I've been rehydrating Smokey
the Bear's head since yesterday.

It makes it easier
for identification.

And I've uploaded every local
missing person's sketch

and photo
into the comparison fields

since the killings stopped.

As soon as the rendering
algorithm is complete,

we should have a fairly accurate
likeness

of what Slim Jim looked like
when he was still alive.

As long as the quadrant system
and scales are within the
program's proscribed...

McGee, less talk, more
of the the computer chip doo-da.

Making with the doo-da, boss.

TOBIAS:
"Doo-da"?

GIBBS: Yeah, it's
a technical term, Tobias.

You wouldn't understand.

Pretty cute for a serial-
killing cannibal.

Well, I've got an 86% match
on a Charles Bright,

reported missing
from Dale City,

five years,
seven months ago.

Our profiler was convinced

he'd have at least one body
buried near his home.

ABBY: Why?
Something for him
to gloat over, Ab.

Relive the rush
anytime he wanted to.

That's good, Gibbs.

We need an address.

* Do-do-do, do-do-do

*Do-da.
*Do-da.
*Do-da.

*Do-da.
*Do-da.
*Do-da.

GIBBS:
That address still good?

McGEE:
Uh, wife still lives there.

Karen Bright, and she's the one
who reported him missing.

There you go, Fornell.

You're turning
the case over?

No. I just want you
to get my search warrant for me.

(man chuckling)

I do miss you.
I do.

(chuckling):
Stop.

(sighs)
No, no.

What's wrong
with this picture?

Besides being late
over two hours?

Why is the spawn of the FBI
sitting at my desk?

Warrant just came in
via the FBI.

I made sure NCIS was
a co-server.

Warrant for what, Lee?

The serial killer's home.

It covers
the grounds and residence.

Serial killer?
I only missed like two hours...

Snooze you lose, DiNozzo.
Grab your gear.

TONY:
I already have my gear.

Fill you in on the way.
Let's go.

GIBBS:
Today, DiNozzo!

Geez.

What do we tell her?

The truth--

we found her husband.

And the whole serial-killing
cannibalism thing?

Not until we have to.

Hi. Your mom home?

WOMAN:
Who is it, Amy?

It's the police, Mom.

Mrs. Bright, I'm...

He's FBI Agent Fornell,

I'm NCIS Special Agent Gibbs.

You, you found him, didn't you?

You found
my husband
Charlie?

His body was discovered
yesterday in Quantico.

It was an accident, wasn't it?

He was a building
inspector.

The cause of death is
still undetermined.

He would have
never abandoned us.

Everyone else thought it,

but I always knew
it couldn't be true.

(sniffles)

They found Daddy.

(crying):
They finally found him.

I'm sorry about that, Jethro.
She could have been a twin

to some of his victims.

The loving husband,

murdering and eating women
who look like his wife.

It'll probably be
McGee's next bestseller.

It amazes me how the truly sick
ones are always the best liked--

pillars of the community.

They're successful because
they blend in, Tobias.

They go to church,
they coach Little
League baseball.

I was on the team
that nailed Bundy, Gibbs.

And I'm familiar
with sick, charming bastards.

That's probably why
we get along so well.

TONY:
Oh, I found
something, boss!

Found
some bone fragments.

Our serial killer spent
the last five years getting

smoked and tenderized in the
Puller High School chimney,

only to fall out

during the installation
of the new furnace.

I want to know how he ended up
that way, DiNozzo.

Boss, he was a building
inspector for the D.O.D.

When he disappeared
in April, 2001,

he was checking structures
at Quantico and Little Creek.

Puller High School was
on his list.

It could have been
an accident.

He could've fallen to his death
while inspecting the school.

How?
Think about it.

He couldn't just walk
on the military base.

If he drove, they would
have found his car.

A 2000 Honda Accord
disappeared with him.

ZIVA:
Fourteen victims,

spread out from 1993
until his death.

GIBBS:
All of 'em looking
pretty much like his wife.

Number 15

found in his
own backyard by

yours truly,

with the FBI
digging for more.

Why exactly are we letting
the FBI dig for more?

They're doing our manual labor.

(indistinct voices)

Well, this is
the last one, Ducky.

Unless they find more.

Yeah, well, this
one's also a female,

judging by the width
of the pelvic bones.

DUCKY:
With the almost complete
lack of tissue, I think

I'll refrain before I offer a
tentative time of death.

Especially after the last time.

Yes, I do deeply apologize
for that.

No, problems,
Ducky.

We all make
mistakes, yes?

Did I ever tell you

about the time I shoved
a French police officer

off a cliff?
TONY:
There was a lake below.

Yeah, the man was all right,
but they still issued

a warrant for my arrest.

Gibbs and I managed to keep
two steps ahead of them.

Eventually we escaped
across the English Channel

in a sailboat.

You and Agent Gibbs
were fugitives?

Yes, for a short while.

Until a young

upcoming NCIS agent had
the charges dropped.

Jenny.

I mean, Director Shepard.

Yeah, she was the one
who commandeered the boat.

Director Shepard
stole a boat?

She wasn't the director
of NCIS at the time, McGee.

MRS. BRIGHT:
Everything's going
to be okay.

This is all
a big...
Mrs. Bright,

I need to know how your husband
ended up in Quantico.

He worked at all the bases.

Don't you people

understand you have him
confused with someone else?

Some kind of monster?

Sweetheart.
What?

Go get your
brother, okay.

We're going to go
to Grandma's house.

Go on.

Can't they just leave?

My husband was one of the
most loving men on the
planet, Agent Gibbs.

He treated everyone with

kindness and decency.

Ask anyone who knew
him, Agent Gibbs, anyone.

They're removing four bodies
from your backyard.

Do you know how many old,

unmarked graveyards
are in Virginia?

When was the last time
you saw him?

He was driving to Little Creek.

He was supposed

to call when he
got to his hotel.

That's a long way from Quantico
where he ended up.

I knew.

I knew something was wrong
when he didn't call.

You ever have
one of those feelings?

When you know something
terrible has just happened?

Once.

And did it?

He didn't do these
things, Agent Gibbs.

And I'm sorry,

but there's nothing
you people can do or say

to ever make me
believe this.

(sobbing)

Stashing four bodies
in the yard,

that's more than just
gloating, Gibbs.

Well, they could be
his first kills.

I think we're
running out of room.

Yes, it won't be lonely
in the Mallard Inn tonight.

How could someone do the
things this man did, Doctor?

In some cases, there's a
physiological defect

in the hard-wiring
of their

brains.

A mechanism
that precludes

the ability to feel
genuine emotion.

Did you find anything weird
in this guy's brain?

Like a tumor or
a physical abnormality?

I did not.

Then how do you
explain him?

I can't.

There is also evil
in this world,

and even armed

with all our science
and degrees,

it remains impenetrable.

Perhaps because
its depths are unfathomable.

There's a very good
book that I...

Oh.

I seem to have left
my bag in the van.

Be a good lad and
fetch it for me

before you leave
for the night.

You got it, Doctor.

(giggling)

Oh.

(giggling and moaning)

Thought you might be
needing a refill.

Thanks.

Today certainly brought back
a lot of memories.

Yeah.

It also made me realize

that since your return I've been

acting a little
like a...

An ass?

Well, something like that.

I didn't notice.

Yeah, you and I have been
through a lot over the years.

Look, I-I...
I hate to use marriage

as an analogy...
Then don't.

Just tell me
what I did to piss you off.

The night you retired,
you asked me to drive you home.

You didn't say a single word
the entire trip.

No explanation, not
even a good-bye.

I was kind of still recovering
from the coma, Doctor.

And Kelly and Shannon?

All those years of friendship
together, and somehow you

failed to mention that
you have a family?

Had.

Had a family.

You know how I feel

about apologies, right?

Yeah, they're a
sign of weakness.

Not between friends.

I am sorry, Ducky.

I should have told you.

And I should have told you

something months ago.

Welcome home.

Thanks.

(soul music playing)

* Because I'll never give in

* Won't say that I'm falling
in love... *

(knock at door continues)

(sighs)

Hope you had a better day
than I did, Miss Jeanne Benoit.

I've been thinking
a lot about you lately...

and I'm really, really
trying to figure out a way

to not screw this up.

Tony.

Hey. I thought you were
sleeping.

I was.

So, how was
your day?

Well...

you ever see The Texas
Chainsaw Massacre?

Original or remake?

Either.

Neither.

It was a lot
like that, but worse.

How about you?

Kind of like a cross
between...

Trains, Planes
and Automobiles

and The Muppets
Take Manhattan.

That is a heady,
heady brew of strange
cinematic references,

and I don't know
what to make of it.

I interned at the
Children's Ward today.

Ah...
I felt kind
of like that, too.

Beautiful and clever.

So why aren't you kissing me?

And she's a mind reader.

Not exactly.
Stop...

* Don't even say it,
I got my eyes shut, whoa, no *

* Oh, no

* Could it be I'm suffering?

* Because I'll never give in

* Won't say that
I'm falling in love *

* Falling in love

(laughing)

* Couldn't I blame
someone else? *

* Don't say that
I'm falling in love *

(laughing)

* Don't say that
I'm falling in love... *

(whistling song's melody)

Are you on medication?

Just had a good night
last night.

Doing what?

The usual.

The usual what?

Night.

(laughs)

You had sex,
didn't you?

What?

It's okay to admit it.

I mean, we're all adults here.

That's a subject
I'd be willing

to debate, Officer David.

Where's Gibbs?

Well, he must have known
you were coming,

because he's not here.

It was really more of a
courtesy call, DiNozzo,

letting him know about
these orders from Justice;

the ones where the FBI

is taking over your case.

You sure he's not around?

SHEPARD:
These are pretty

clear-cut orders, Agent Fornell.

"NCIS is hereby ordered
to turn over full jurisdiction

of the Bright case to the FBI
by end of business today."

Who did you have to sleep with
to get these?

Director, please.

A serial killer falls
down a chimney on
a Marine base.

Is that a logical way
to decide jurisdiction?

It's been working
for us since

around 1882.

Sadly,

Justice doesn't see it that way.

The FBI's invested 12 years
in this investigation.

And my people

made more progress
in just three days.

Now, I can see how
that would be embarrassing.

I'll get over it.

No hard feelings, Jethro?

No.

Just need you
to look at something
before you leave.

You got that mustache
in a box, don't you?

It took more time
than I care to admit,

but I finally managed
to solve the riddle

of how our friend died.

You may need this.

Look closely.

In the area of his abdomen,

do you see anything
resembling wounds?

FORNELL:
No.

No, neither did I, until
I took a second look

at the CAT scan.

You see, smoking
desiccates flesh,

which is why it is
the preferred method
of preserving meat

in less technologically
advanced societies...

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
How did he die, Doctor?

Well, as the moisture
was lost,

the victim's tissue,

which protected the
vital organs, shrank.

You see these little black dots?

Um,

um...

oh, yeah.

He was stabbed
repeatedly and fatally.

With what, a safety pin?

As I just explained,

the shrinkage of the flesh
is deceptive.

Most likely it was an ice pick
or a Phillips-head screwdriver.

Somebody killed your serial
killer, Fornell.

On a Marine base, which means
it is still our jurisdiction.

I've seen a lot of things
since I became a cop, Ziva,

but this-- a guy tortures
and murders 19 women

and then gets off
on eating their toes?

Whoever whacked this sick freak
did us and the world a favor.

And our job is to arrest them.

Makes perfect sense to me.

Justified or not,
still a crime, Ziva.

In this country,

you cannot take the law
into your own hands.

Unless it's your
little sister

wanted for murder,
right, Probie?

You know what I mean.

What if this

was your sister?

Or her?

My point is that we
cannot just investigate

the crimes that we want to.

McGee's right. Does anybody have
a problem with that?

No, boss, it's just...

Just what,
DiNozzo?

Some days this job really sucks.

Yeah? Well,
it's about to get worse.

Ziva, you and Tony are with
Sacks on this one.

Doing what?

Coming up with
a list of people who
wanted Bright dead.

Besides everyone in this room?

Except for McLawyer over there.

Tony, all I was saying...

Go check on Abby, see
if she needs any help.

Running a little late today,
are we, Tobias?

You're enjoying
this, aren't you?

Oh, only slightly more
than a lot.

Come on.

What?

Ducky's got something
for us.

DUCKY:
There wasn't any
recoverable tissue

from any of the remains.

All four bodies were completely
stripped to the bone.

Yeah, I can see
that, Duck.

How long were they
on the ground?

Shallow graves,

exposed to the elements,

all four women
could have been there for,

ooh, decades or for as little
as six months.

We know it's got to be at least
five years.

Do we, Tobias?

Yes, unless Bright

figured out a way
to climb in and out
of that smokestack.

For what it's worth,

I agree with you,
but down here,

we deal in facts.
Meaning you don't know?

Well, not yet.

Couldn't have told
me that

on the phone, Duck?

Yes, I could have, Jethro,
but that's not the reason

I asked you down here.

I took the liberty of reviewing
the profile that

the FBI prepared
on our serial killer

eight years ago.

In order to disguise

his predatory nature,

Bright had to be methodical,
precise, cautious

almost to a fault.

Your point?

Well, if the FBI's finest
couldn't get to him,

it makes me wonder who did.

He knew his killer.

That's good work, Ducky.

How else could
someone get close
enough to him

to stab him to death
with a screwdriver?!

DiNozzo?
Yeah, boss?

Concentrate on the high school.

Someone there had to have
a personal connection to Bright.

On it.
Find him.

I'm a forensic
scientist, McGee.

I don't need anyone
checking up on me.

What I do need is
to date those bones.

The ones that we found
in Beef Jerky's backyard.

"Marty"?

Yes!

Why didn't I think
of that?

Marty got his degree in forensic
botany at Penn State.

The roots grew into the bones.

So if Marty can I.D.
the plant,

he can probably give us
a rough estimate

as to when they were buried.

Way to go, McGee!

How did you know

what Marty majored in?

I didn't.

Who is he?

He's... just a friend.

"Being with you makes me believe

size truly doesn't matter.
Abby."

Okay, he's a really good friend.

Where the hell did
you learn how to type?

Do you mind?

Your breath's taking
the starch out of my collar.

BOTH:
What've we got?

Um, the teaching staff
still present

from five years ago all claim
not to have known Bright.

Well, if they murdered the guy
and stuffed him down a chimney,

that's not surprising.
Tony?

Running down a list
of substitutes

who used to teach back then.

His wife's a teacher,
third grade.

See if she ever worked
at Puller.

We checked for Brights already,
boss. There are none.

Check her maiden name.

ZIVA:
Her maiden name is Burris, Tony.

Burris....

Okay, got one hit:
Karen Burris.

Subbed for social
studies and Western
history in 2001.

Social security number
listed is the same
as Bright's wife.

(country rock playing)

Wow,

my mama always told me

big things come
in small packages.

What a coincidence.

Mine always warned me
about tattooed girls

bearing samples.

I'm talking about your lab.

I love it.

Yeah? Pretty sweet, huh?

Sweet!

I'd kill for half
this equipment.

Really?

What would you do for all of it?

What's your crazy ninja sense
telling you?

She's scared.

I mean, about whether

she shanked Beef Jerky
and dropped him down
the wishing well.

What would you do
if you woke up one day

and you discovered

you were married
to a monster?

Happened to my father

all the time.
We usually just moved.

Ah, that explains it.

Karen, you were
a substitute

at Lieutenant General

Lewis Puller High School.

I-I've worked a lot of schools
in the area.

What does that have
to do with this?

Considering we found
your husband petrified
in the chimney there,

quite a bit.

Karen...

we know this is hard...

but we're here to help.

It's important that
you tell us the truth.

When'd you find out?

Find out?

That your loving husband
was murdering women

who looked just like you?

I told you,

my husband didn't do
those things.

He removed the toes
from their left feet.

We think that
you know why.

(sobbing)

You mind taking off your shoe
and showing us your left foot?

Please.

Karen?

(sobbing continues)

Your husband was an evil man.

That thing was not my husband.

It wasn't the man I married.

It had to be stopped,
don't you see?

I had no other choice!

Yeah, you could have gone
to the police.

And have my children
live the rest of their lives

knowing that monster
was their father? No!

I had to.
I had to protect them from it.

(sobbing)

Gaultheria procumbens;
evergreen shrub;

more commonly known
as wintergreen

or checkerberry.

We need to see the photo where
the sample was recovered from.

It was taken from
between the fibula
and the tibia.

Go back to the wide shot.

Go to that quadrant.

That's your wintergreen,
about five meters
from the remains.

Judging from the thickness
of the root,

annual growth rate
and the soil samples
you brought me,

we can calculate roughly
how long the body's
been buried,

plus or minus six months.

You can tell it was
a live sample

by the tiny little offshoots
forming off the main root.

Want to see?

Abby?

In her position, I can't say

I wouldn't have done
the same thing, Tony.

McGee was right,

about taking the law
into your own hands.

She's lucky
she wasn't his last victim.

(Karen sobbing)

Karen, no one
should have to live
through what you did.

Believe me when I tell you that
there's no jury in the world

that wouldn't sympathize
with you.

(cell phone beeping)

It's not me.

(tersely):
What?

What do you want
to bet that's McGeek?

Rule number 22:
Never, ever bother
Gibbs in interrogation.

Tony, I don't think it's McGee.

Got it, Abbs, thanks.

You okay, Karen?

You're gonna get through this.

Get away from
her, Tobias.

The bodies in the yard
are not from five years ago.

They're older?

No.

They're more recent than that.

Her husband wasn't
the serial killer.

She is.

I got to tell you,
Jethro, that was...

that was...

Mm-hmm.

How in God's name could
we have missed that?

I don't think God
had much to do

with it, Tobias.

You know what's really
got me freaked out?

If her husband's body
hadn't gotten hung up

going down that chimney
five years ago,

she'd still be out there.

We'd never have caught her.

I can do you one
better than that.

No, can't top
that, Jethro.

What was a toe

doing in her husband's stomach?

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