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What is this, dog meat?

Looks like the same crap
we had yesterday.

You should've ate
it all yesterday.

Anyone seen Lieutenant Ferris?

Check the head, sir.
Been in his office
since breakfast.

Probably plotting his revenge
against Mitas.
Bite me.

Couldn't taste any worse
than this chow.

All right, one of you guys
better go check to see

if he's okay.

Ferris. You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine, sir.

At least until I ate this crap.

No new orders from STRATCOM?

No, sir, just checked.

Nothing.
Hair of the dog, Ferris?

Go to hell, Mitas.

(grunting)

(clattering)

Man, what's the matter?

Takada, what's wrong?

(groans loudly)

Get him to sick bay!

Now!
(grunting)

(retching)

(thuds)

(gagging)

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(blows)

(groans)

Don't you have paperwork,
DiNozzo?

What do you think I'm doing?

I take the paper...

and I make it work.

(gasping)

Yay! Tonight's the night.

What night?
BrainMatter.

ZIVA:
BrainMatter?

Yeah, my friend's band.
Remember?

BrainMatter.

Yeah, you guys all
promised you'd go with me.

All of us?
All of you.

Even me?
Even you.

And you... and you.

Um, I don't think
I can make it tonight.

I've got to...

catch up on paperwork.

And I've got a very
important thing

that has to
do with charity.

And, uh, I-I've got...

Some people wear these spiky
things just for show.

I don't.

I've got nothing better
to do than-than to see...

GIBBS:
A dead body, McGee?

You read my mind, boss.
It's a quick read.

GIBBS:
Pack up.

Full kit.

(pills rattle)

Motion sickness meds?

Chopper's waiting
at N.A.S. Anacostia.

(pills rattle)

I'm fine on a chopper, boss.

(pills rattle)
Chopper takes
us to the ship, McGee.

USNS Chimera.

Get briefed at Anacostia.

You know, BrainMatter's

playing a really late set.

McGEE:
That's odd.

There's no Chimera
on the register.

Any reason why that would be?

We'll get briefed at Anacostia.

Okay, I'll get my gear.

I'll get Duck.
Pack a toothbrush.

We're going to be
there a while.

Well, look on the bright side,
Probie.

Ixnay on the AinMatterBray.

Really wish I
could go, sorry.

Thanks anyway.

Take a Brain check?

Sorry.

SKINNER:
We received word
of the death this morning.

They say what
killed the guy?

Isn't that your job,
Agent Gibbs?

Commander Wilkins
will have you

out to the Chimera
by nightfall.

Chimera's not listed
in the Navy fleet.

It's not on the books.

The Chimera a highly
sophisticated,

top-secret research vessel.

Researching what?

That's need-to-know.

And you don't.

That's the "top secret" part,
McGee.

Go in, get the body,
come back out.

We've got a death
to investigate.

Take witness statements,

do what you need to do.

Just don't ask anything
beyond your pay level.

We'll do our jobs, Commander.

NCIS was called out

because no other federal
investigative agency

has clearance
to get on the Chimera.

That said, even you guys

don't have clearance
to know what's on it.

(foreign accent):
Oh, I get it, boss.

It's a black ship.

Black sheep?

No, they don't exist.

Oh, I've seen black sheep.

No, I said
"black ship," not sheep.

Clearly the US Navy
is still intent on pulling

the wool over the eyes
of the American people.

Sir.
No photos.

It's standard procedure.

There's nothing standard
about the Chimera.

I don't want anyone documenting
what's on that ship.

Bring the camera, McGee.

I suggest you keep your inquiry
focused on that body.

MAN (over radio):
Chimera, Lady 8-0-6 approaching
your deck for landing. Over.

Chimera, do you copy?

Over.

The ship's LZ is obstructed.

We'll hold above deck
in a hover.

We still can't raise any
of the crew on the radio, sir.

Alert Commander Skinner.

Will do.

Where's the welcoming committee?

ZIVA:
The deck lights are on.

Nobody's home.

This is most unusual, Jethro.

It is creepy.
It's a ghost ship.

(over radio):
Agent Gibbs,

we have reserve fuel.

We need to know
if you're staying, sir.

McGEE:
Boss, I've got to tell you...

I don't have a real good
feeling about this.

We're staying.

So this is the highly
sophisticated,

top secret ship?

Looks more like
an old tramp steamer.

I suppose they were
trying to look inconspicuous,

hoping to be left alone.

Can you get any more alone
than this?

DUCKY:
I'm beginning
to wonder whether they

dropped us on the right ship.

Right ship.

Wrong night.

Every room is empty.

It's like the entire crew
disappeared.

Welcome aboard the USNS Houdini.

(music playing)
MCGEE:
It's still playing.

Oh, hey, it's your
favorite, McGee:

BrainMatter.

Thanks.

I feel bad enough already, okay?

Take another pill.

Sorry.

Wait a second,
this doesn't make any sense.

Something suspicious?

Absolutely.

This guy had a full house.
Why would he fold?

"Dear Mary Beth. Good news.

"Overheard the captain say they
had a good dive last night.

"If they found what they
were looking for, we could be

"heading home any day.

I can't tell you much about the
mission, but..."

But...?

It stops there.

DUCKY:
You think they all just went out
for an evening swim?

GIBBS:
You notice something

missing, Duck?
People.

Lifeboats.

Yeah, I didn't notice
any on the starboard
side either.

The ship was abandoned.

In a hurry, it would seem.
Too much of a hurry

to send a Mayday?
Now, now, Jethro.

No questions beyond
your pay level.

(retching)

Five minutes.

You owe me ten bucks.

Where's McGee?

Calling Earl.

Shouting groceries.

Making street pizza.

Technicolor yawn.

(toilet flushing)

I found something.

Lost something, too.

(beeping and whirring)

TONY:
Hmm...

I guess you can't judge
a black ship

by its wool.
What are they researching, Duck?

Something to do with rats,
if I were to guess

from these empty cages.

Skinner seemed pretty paranoid.

Guessing the mission wasn't
purely humanitarian.

I doubt it's even human.

Thermosalinographs, fluorometer,

carbon analyzer...

Whatever it is,

it's not visible
to the naked eye.

(muffled rumble)

What was that?

Could be the metal of the ship

contracting in the cool
of the evening.

Or not.

Sounded as if it was coming
from the cargo hold above us.

Duck, you're with me.

Check out the cargo hold.

I was afraid you were
going to say that.

TONY:
* Baa baa, black ship

* Have you any wool?

* Yes, sir
Yes, sir... *

But no one gets to see it...

* You're gonna need top secret
government clearance... *

Someone or something's
on the ship with us.

I can feel it.

Oh, yeah, I can see it.

(gasps)

(squeaks)

Scared much, DiNozzo?

Stuff it, McBarf Bag.

It's just a cute,
little rat.

Why the irrational fear?

It's not cute.

It's not little.

And it's not irrational.

Cowardly then?
Not if you're

uh, someone who survived a bout
of pneumonic plague,

thank you very much.

Rats are a known carrier.

I used to love rats
before the plague.

I was a regular Willard.

What is a Willard?

It's a movie.
(scoffs)

Willard had a pet rat named Ben.

Social misfit.

Made fun of by his coworkers.

He had a creepy boss.

No wonder you're
related.

You think Gibbs is creepy?

I think she meant

the social misfit,
made fun of part.

Shh!

(distant howl)
Did you hear that?

No.
No.

There's something aboard.

Other than a rat.

What do your astute
ninja Mossad senses

tell you it is?

The Mossad part
of the training

is to be open to things
you cannot see.

Or even
understand.

You mean the supernatural?

Call it what you want.

Not everything can
be explained

by the laws of the
natural world.

You believe in ghosts?

I do not not believe in ghosts.

Or demons.

ZIVA:
Or monsters.

We are on a ship
called the Chimera.

I thought
Chimera meant

delusion or fantasy.

In Greek mythology, a
Chimera is a monster

with a lion's head,
a goat's body

and a dragon's tail.

So you think they named
this ship the Chimera

because there's
a monster onboard?

They did not name
it the Puppy.

(distant rumbling)

(gasps)

Boo.

Get in here.

(chuckles)

Well, whatever's
on this boat

must be pretty
damn scary

if it got them to ditch this
delicious-looking...

What is this stuff?

Don't ask me.

That's not a request,
it's a command.

Ooh...

the plot sickens.

This is our crime scene.

If there was a crime.

Well, you see these

little flecks of brown
in the blood?

Coffee-ground emesis--

usually a sign of alcoholism.

But you can get it from severe

gastrointestinal
distress.

(McGee sighs)

(moans)

Steady, Probie.
(exhaling)

Tell that to my stomach.

Steady, Probie's stomach.

I would not stand there
if I were you.

That's a good point.

You don't want
to compromise

the crime scene.
ZIVA:
Gibbs.

GIBBS:
Partial footprint.

ZIVA:
In blood.

They lead out
of here.

In here.

(thud)

DUCKY:
You were right,
Ziva.

Someone is on
board with us.

Not him.

There's something
alive.

I can feel it.

A lion-headed
dragon goat?

Maybe.
Hmm!

TONY: Well, someone tossed
a month's supply

of creamed corn
to make room for him.

Please don't say
that again.

"Tossed"?

No. "Creamed corn."
Ah.

There's significant petechial
hemorrhaging in the eyes.

These little pinpoints
of blood.

It's often a sign
of asphyxia.

Well, we won't
know for sure

until we conduct
some tests.

McGee, get me a satellite link.

* Nightmare

* It's the devil's dream

* Who's there?

* Is it the voice
in my head, now *

(beeping)
* That makes you wanna scream?

McGEE:
Abby.

Abby!

Abby!
* Scream...

McGee!

You shouldn't sneak up
on people like that!

What the hell is that noise?

(music stops)

BrainMatter.

I love them.

You guys okay?

Oh, yeah, yeah, we're peachy.

I am dealing
with my boat phobia,

Tony's dealing
with his rat phobia,

and Ziva's dealing
with her ghost phobia.

So, what's Gibbs dealing with?

Them.

Abs, patch me through
to the Director.

No need, Jethro,
I'm here.

What's the status?

Well, the crew has
disappeared...

except for one.

Did he tell you
where they are?

No. He's dead.

Have you ID'd him?

Yeah, hang on.

Uh...

Dr. Satoshi Takada.

What do you got on him, Ab?

Dr. Satoshi Takada.

Marine biologist.

Lieutenant Commander
for the Navy since 1997.

PhD in biology
from LSU.

Make sure Skinner knows he's got
20 men stranded in lifeboats.

I'll get right on it.

Does Ducky have a
cause of death?

We're still doing tests.

Don't know what
killed him yet.

Yes, we do.

My initial diagnosis of asphyxia

was incorrect,
I'm afraid.

It looks
as if Takada died

of a viral hemorrhagic fever...

to which, by now,
we have all been exposed.

Can't leave the ship.

Well, that's not
a problem, Jethro.

If my diagnosis is correct...

we'll all be dead by morning.

STRATCOM has received no signals
from any lifeboats.

A crew of 20 doesn't just
disappear into thin air.

Trust me, we'll find those men.

We're dispatching our
rescue-and-recovery ops,

and getting a relief crew out
to the Chimera ASAP.

I need you to tell me

what kind of research
the Chimera was involved in.

Deep-sea marine-life
exploration.

I'm afraid I can't say anything
more than that--

it's classified.

I have top secret clearance,
Commander.

The mission is above top secret,
Director.

But trust me,
it's pretty mundane stuff.

My medical examiner believes
that Dr. Takada died

from a deadly virus
he may have contracted

from the "mundane stuff"
he was studying.

Then he must be mistaken
in his preliminary diagnosis.

Something on that ship
killed him.

We have no reason to believe

that Dr. Takada's research
had anything

to do with his death.
Commander,

if you insist
on stonewalling me,

I can take this
to a higher command level.

I'm not stonewalling, Director.

I'm telling you the truth.

You're not telling me
a damn thing.

You do not run black ops

to carry out mundane research.

The lives of my agents
are being threatened,

and I need to know
what is threatening them.

(buzzing)

Primitive conditions, Duck.

Primitive?

You remember
that tiny thatched cottage

I used as an examination
room in Namibia?

Yes, of course then
I was working on Pygmies.

You know what killed him?

Well, if Dr. Takada

was a bit too fond
of his Scotch,

what I'm seeing here is

esophageal varices,
and this tear caused blood

to enter his esophagus,

causing him
to vomit blood.

Or, Dr. Takada

could have had a severe
gastrointestinal infection,

that produced
a Mallory-Weiss
(beeping)

tear.

In which case, the vomiting
would have come first.

Neither diagnosis is
inconsistent

with hemorrhagic fever.

And if we were exposed?

Well, I'm...

hampered from prognosticating
further

until Dr. DiNozzo

gives me a proper blood
analysis.

Abby, where's the gas
chromato-thinga?

It's the, uh, boxy-looking thing

with the, um, circular door-like
thing on the front.

Oh.

I got it.

Okay, good. Now, um, put the
sample in the circular rack-like

thing at the top.

TONY:
Got it.

Okay, press the blue start
button.

It's-it's blue-ish
and square-ish.

It's on a tower on the top,
Tony.

The tower-like thing.

Got it.

While we're waiting
for the analysis,

let's get the blood count.

So, place a small amount
of blood on your slide.

It's amazing what you can learn
from blood,

even before it's analyzed.

I mean, the color,

the texture, the smell.

Okay, um, now take out
the dropper of Methylene Blue.

It's blue-ish
and it's dropper-like.

Got it.

Okay, now place two drops

of the Methylene Blue
on your slide.

We're good.

Of course, blood that's passed
through someone's GI tract

has a very particular smell.

But since this guy may have died
from a highly contagious virus,

whatever you do,
do not inhale it.

We're not good.

Hey, you okay, DiNozzo?

Not for long.

Where's my blood
analysis, DiNozzo?

I'm working on it, Ducky.

May be the last thing I do.

Let's hope not.

May I?

There's definitely
an increased white

blood count,

with an absolute increase
in lymphocytes

having an atypical
appearance.

That would be consistent
with an acute viral infection.

I have located three rodent
bites on Takada's body.

Perhaps he
contracted the virus

from a diseased rat.

That would be bad.

Maybe the top-secret

whatever-it-was that Takada is
studying is what killed him.

In which case
it would be airborne.

That would be really,
really bad.

Boss, I've got a feed
from MTAC

with Director Shepard
and Commander Skinner.

They want you and Ducky
patched in right away.

Ah.

Ah.

I'm flying a crew out to take
control of the ship.

DUCKY:
The risk is
too great.

Director, you cannot allow
anyone on this ship.

I can put anyone I want to
on that ship.

Then I have
no choice

but to quarantine
the Chimera.

On whose
authority?!?

Ours.

Dr. Mallard is
a medical examiner,

Agent Gibbs is a federal
officer.

That's my ship!

Not anymore.

What kind of game you think
you're playing, Gibbs?

Any word from the missing crew?

We have every possible resource
looking

for those men.

Look, given
what we know,

this is high
precedence.

Those men may well have been
exposed to the virus, too.

They may also need
to be quarantined.

You don't need to explain to me
the dangers involved here.

Well, it might've helped
if you had explained them to us.

If that is all, Director,

I'd like to go find out
what this virus is

before it kills me.

And quite possibly,

everyone else
on this ship, too.

Commander,

I think it's time you tell me

what I need to know
about your ship,

I cannot divulge any more

about the Chimera's mission
than I already have.

Seeing as how my agents now have
control over your ship,

I am going to instruct them
to investigate

any and all aspects
of the Chimera's operation

that will help them determine
what they are up against.

Nothing will be off limits.

You can't do that.

You can't stop me.

This is a classified mission.

Then read me into it.

Even if I wanted to read you
into the Chimera's mission,

I can't do that
over an MTAC feed.

The file has to be read to you
in person.

If you think
I'm going to stand idly by

while my agents' lives are in
danger, you are sadly mistaken.

I will be waiting for you
and your file, Commander.

Now, you--

We've been through almost
every room on this ship.

"Almost" only counts
in horseshoes and hand grenades.

(rumbling)

Could be a rat.

ZIVA:
Have to be

an awfully big one.

Or a ghost.

Are you done?

Done searching the ship?

We could always search it again.

I could stay here
with Ducky.

Well, so he's
not left alone.

I'm not alone.

I've got Takada

to keep me company.

Duck.

Got it.

So, Takada, as one doctor
to another,

what is this horrid virus

which caused your demise?

TONY:
Anyone else
feeling itchy?

Maybe that's a bug bite.

Or a rat bite.

No, no, no,
look at that spot.

It's a freckle.
It's not
a freckle.

Freckle.
Never had a freckle there.

You've always had
that freckle.
Uh, how would

you know whether I had a freckle
or didn't have a freckle?

And by the way,
I have never had that freckle!

GIBBS:
Ducky?
Yes, Jethro?

Give me the symptoms
for hemorrhagic fever.

Well, initially, one might
experience a feeling of paranoia

and a growing sense of dread.

Then, more obvious

physiological symptoms
would manifest themselves.

Such as?

Such as the appearance
of atopic melanosomes.

Come again?

Spots. Possibly itchy.

Then, a fast-rising fever,
of course.

I knew it. I'm gonna die.

I inhaled it.

God!

(sighs)

Definitely didn't picture
my demise like this.

I always figured I'd go out
like Cagney in White Heat.

Fiery explosion.

Or Redford and Newman

in Butch Cassidy--
hail of bullets.

Or Charlie Chaplin
in The Gold Rush.

How did he die?

Silently.

Ziva!

Didn't you see that?

See what?

Someone,

something was running.

Surely I'm not the
only one who saw that.

The Chimera?

I swear,
there was something there.

It's not here now.

It ran down the passageway,

it made a right here
and then it...

TONY:
And then?

It disappeared.

I know
there was something there.

Like my freckle!

Uh, boss?

Biohazard.

Sounds inviting.

GIBBS:
McGee?

MCGEE:
Looks like some kind
of cyber-lock

with a bar code

and touch memory.

It's right up your
alley, McGeek.

It's going to take time.

We're not going anywhere.

Okay.

(unzipping)

Thought you said
you weren't going anywhere.

TONY:
If you want, Ziva,
I could check you for spots.

No, thanks.

I'm sure you've got

hot spots, warm spots...

DiNozzo.

Get this to Ducky.

TONY:
Me?

That's a dead, diseased...

rat...

which is why it
may aid Dr. Mallard

with his investigation.

Which is why I'd
be pleased as punch

to walk back
through this ship

with a dead, diseased rat.

You can show Ducky your freckle.

(winces)

Ooh, you stinky, stinky.

(light fixture buzzing)

(groans)

Yes, Alex, I'll take

"Horror Films That Take Place
on Ships" for $500.

Thank you.

(mechanical rumble)

Oh, goodie.
Double Jeopardy!

(click)
Oh, geez.

(beep and trill)
Oh, dear.

(static crackles)

Oh, crap.

(click and whooshing)

(footsteps)

I don't suppose
you hear footsteps?

Yeah, I hear 'em.

(footsteps)

It's just me.

And Ben.

DiNozzo,

bag that thing.

Ziva?

Thanks.

Well, this moment
is almost perfect.

All we need is a storm.

(loud rumble)

McGee?

Yeah.
You all right?

Oh!

I've had better days, boss.

Tripped over a barrel.
Made this kind of...

Bangy, crashy sound,
like thunder?

Yeah.

You crack the lock?

Uh, no. Not yet.

The touch screen--
it's a bit...

I'm working on it.

Why don't you
work on turning

the lights back on?

I think we just passed
the electrical room.

It's like Aliens.
Numero Uno.

Ripley, light in hand,

moving through
endless corridors

searching for a
hideous monster.

You ever see Run
Silent, Run Deep?

The "run silent"
part sounds good.

ZIVA:
The electrical room

should be...

...right here.

(frenzied panting, grunting
and muttering)

(crazed groaning)
Let me out of here!

ZIVA:
Here's the crew
list. He's the cook.

Get these shackles off of me!

GIBBS:
Why were you hiding?

Why did you attack us?

Why'd the crew abandon ship?

What happened to Takada?

You asking me?

It was that thing, wasn't it?

What thing?
I knew there was a thing.

What thing?

They brought something
out of the water.

Takada was studying it.
That's what killed him.

Isn't it?
Don't know.

Don't lie to me!

It's killing me,

too, isn't it?!

You know what? If I
don't kill you first.

Sit down and tell us
what happened here.

What happened to the crew?

(panting)

They abandoned ship.

Why?
They thought
whatever

killed Takada was contagious.

Captain forced me
to stay behind.

He thought that I had
already been exposed

from all the blood,
and he puked on me.

Nobody sent a Mayday.

The radio operator
was supposed to.

He was the last
to leave the ship.

So you were left here alone?

I thought I was.

And then someone hit me.

Who?

I don't know.
They hit me
from behind.

ZIVA:
Maybe they did,
maybe they didn't.

Why would I lie?
Why were
you hiding?

Why did you run?

I thought you were the ones
that hit me.

There's someone else
on this ship.

What's in that biohazard room?

Don't ask me.
I'm just the cook.
Oh, come on!

You never overheard one
conversation,

one argument
about what's locked up in there?

That area was off limits to me!

Sit down! You live
with these people,

you sleep with these people,
you work with these people

for months, and you can't
tell me what's in that room?!

(panting)

That's where it is.

The bug.

(sighs)

I don't get it.

The breakers aren't tripped,
the conduits are fine.

Tony, check
behind this panel over here.

Tony?
Feel my head.

Why?

Just feel it.

I don't want to.

It's all sweaty.

Exactly.

I got the
freakin' fever.

I'm burning up, man.

The ventilation is off, Tony.

We're all burning up.

This is different.

I'm dying, McGee.

You know, the last time
you were dying

of a horrible disease,

you were a little bit more stoic
about the whole thing.

I was younger then, carefree.

It was two years ago.

The last time I almost died,
someone blew up my car,

so I've almost
died twice,

and this is
the third time,

and bad stuff
happens in threes,

and I'm out
of almosts.

I'm telling you, man,
this time I'm dying.

I know it.

(sighs)

Okay.

But until you are
actually dead...

Okay.

...can you please help me
fix this thing?

Yeah.

Okay, go take a look behind
that panel over there,

see if maybe one of
the leads got fried.

Okay. Thanks.

(sighs)

(squeaking)

Oh, hey,

I think I found the problem,

assuming this ship runs

on tiny little
batteries.

Lithium.

Like camera batteries.

Odd. Someone must have
hidden them in there.

Transponders.

From what?

Well my guess-- EPIRBs.

Oh.

That's my guess, too.

What are EPIRBs again?

"Containment of aforementioned
microbial species,

"deadly or otherwise,

"is to remain under
the guardianship

"of the operation's
chief scientist

"until such time
it can be safely

transported
to Naval Research Headquarters."

Biowarfare research is illegal.

We signed a treaty.

So did the Russians,

and we've spotted
their fishing trawlers

in areas of the Bering Sea that
aren't considered fishable.

So two wrongful fishing
expeditions make a right?

We're just trying
to get our hands

on the next generation
of biological weaponry

before our enemies do.

Do you file that under deception
or hypocrisy?

(laughs)

Non-disclosure agreement.

Now do you understand why
the Navy doesn't want anyone

to know where the ship
is or what it's doing?

And do you understand

that the Navy's secret could
cost my agents their lives?

I got a support vessel
on its way

with medical facilities on board
and a decontamination unit.

Great. Show it to me.

How exactly do you
propose I do that?

There must be
an ORION or two

that you could
scramble overhead.

I think you're going to have
to trust me, Director.

I don't know you well enough,
Commander.

We can fix that.

You can cut the charm.

Higher-ranking, richer,

and definitely
better-looking men

have tried that on me

and didn't get very far.

Now, I can't speak for you,
Commander,

but I didn't get
where I am because of my looks,

so get your eyes off of me
and put some on that ship.

What's that?

Transponders you took off
the life jacket.

Why would I do that?

You didn't want the crew located

once they abandoned ship.

I didn't sabotage any
life jackets!

There's no one else on the ship.

There has to be.

You were
in the electrical room

when the power
went out.

I wouldn't even know how
to shut off the damn power.

I told you, I'm just the cook!

Just the cook?

Yeah, that's what Steven Seagal
said in Under Siege,

and look at the havoc
he wreaked, huh?

What about The Hunt
for Red October?

The saboteur...
was the cook.

I'm sorry, boss,
I'm just saying,

that, you know, just
'cause he says he's the cook

doesn't mean he's any less
potentially guilty.

He could have slipped poison
into Takada's food.

I swear, I didn't kill Takada!

DUCKY:
Not with poison,
at least.

The good news is

I've confirmed beyond a doubt

that Takada did indeed die
of hemorrhagic fever.

That's great news, Ducky.

However, the virus was injected
into him--

it was not airborne.

I've also examined
the dead rat

that Tony so heroically
brought to me.

Ironically, it died
from having bitten Takada.

So I'm not gonna die?

Well, the bottom line is there
was no outbreak on the ship.

He was injected
without knowing it.

If I could do a proper
and thorough toxicology,

I think we'd find
that he had first been drugged.

Takada was murdered.

Why would someone
do that?

To scare everyone off the ship.

But why?
(powering up)

I mean what's so valuable
on this ship

that someone would kill for it?

Yeah.

About time, McGee.

Boss, I had nothing to do
with it.

Someone's messing
with us.

Maybe Mitas is right.

Someone else is aboard.

(creaking thump)

ZIVA:
Gibbs, up here!

I saw something
running on deck.

Something
or someone?

I don't know, it
was moving fast.

It or him?

I don't know, I
have lost it.

I'll say.

Gibbs, I swear--

I believe you, Ziva.
See?

Someone else who
believes in what
they cannot see.

No, I believe
what I can see

wasn't there before.

Someone's sending
a signal.

(creaking)

(groans)

Okay, okay, I believe you.

(panting)

(groans)

Mitas was telling
the truth.

He's not exactly
a ghost,

but he's got a certain
"B horror flick"

thing going.
You have no idea
what you're dealing with.

Oh, I think we do...

Lieutenant Ferris.

Communications
Officer.

Who failed to communicate
that his crewmates

abandoned ship.
You're not

very good at your job,
are you, Lieutenant?

You're wasting your time.

No. I think we're wasting yours.

The Navy's on its way.

You're going
to the brig.

You'll be dead
before they arrive.

Save it. We know
about the virus.

GIBBS:
Outbreak was
a hoax.

It's not the virus
that'll kill you.

Satisfied, Director?

I'm not that easy,
Commander.

That doesn't surprise me.

(beeping)

That must be your
support vessel.

Can we get any
closer?

I'm sure we can.

(sighs)

(beeping)

It's going to reach
the Chimera

a lot faster than
you said it would.

That's not our support vessel.

The approaching craft has
no known identification.

That seems to be the way things
operate around here.

Looks to be the size
of a small assault vessel.

Same type of boats
I've seen used by marauders.

Pirates?

Cruise ships,

tankers, steamers...

they'll attack anything
to make a buck.

How long?

You should be able

to put eyes on it any minute.

These people come heavily
armed, Agent Gibbs.

Automatic weapons, grenades,

even RPGs.
What are they after?

I can't divulge that
information.

Hold on.

You tell me heavily armed
pirates are coming to attack me,

you better damn well tell me
what they're looking for.

Your agent hasn't
been read in.

I don't give a damn about
your secrets, Commander.

I care about
keeping my team safe.

Tell me what they want.

I can't do that.

Can someone give
me a damn answer?

Put me through
to STRATCOM.

All right, all right!

Wait!

Look.

The secret material
they have dredged up

from the ocean--
What am I looking for?

Something the size
of a bread box?

A gallon drum?

It can fit in a vial.

But it's untested.

Unproven.

Ferris has already
killed one guy.

He's put 20
others at risk.

This is worth something
to someone.

Boss, I cracked it.

Now, before
we go in there, boss,

the power is back on,

so the ventilation
and filtration system

should also be back on.

I know it says
"biohazard,"

but if there's anything
biological in there,

the room should
be negatively pressured.

Thing is, this...

uh, room is not.

Uh, boss...

You-you really could risk
exposure

if you stay in there
very long.

(latches popping)

What is it?

ZIVA:
Gibbs!

We've spotted the assault craft.

Five minutes, maybe less.

Yeah.

(grunts)

(speaking Russian)

(door squeaks)

(touch tones beeping)

MAN:
Aleksei?

(both grunting)

MAN:
Aleksei?

Ferris.

(panting)

(motor humming)

Ducky, how long before
Ferris wakes up?

A couple of hours.

It'll take him
considerably longer

to wipe off the fake blood.

How'd you disable
the ship, McGee?

Spew all over the engine?

Steering has several
nonlinear effects--

saturation,

dead-zone, rate-limiting...

Bottom line is,
ship's still able--

able to sail in one big circle.

Russian.

Yeah. Orders
from the Russian Navy.

They weren't
pirates?

Soviet state-sponsored pirates.

But why?

McGee?

ZIVA:
Russian

nuclear warhead?

GIBBS:
There's your ghost, Ziva.

The ghost of Soviet Project
K-Six-Two-Nine.

So, this whole thing was
a Russian black ops mission

to recover
their nuke?

So, pirates that
weren't really pirates

but were actually Russian
sailors were on a covert mission

to steal a Navy
research ship

that wasn't actually
a Navy research ship

in order to get
back nuclear weapons

that we thought they didn't
think we had retrieved?

Uh-huh.
Okay.

DUCKY:
Perhaps we should
call the Navy.

Tell them that
we're on the Russian black ship,

and the Russians are on theirs.

(piercing whooshing
through air)

(explosion)

I guess the Navy didn't want
anyone to know

their black ship ever existed.

How did they know
we were off the ship?

Don't think they did.

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