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(heart beating rhythmically)

(panting)

(grunts)

(thumping)

(gasping)

(panting)

(grunts)

(panting)

Don't do this to me, boss.

Come on, don't do this to me.

Don't make me kiss you, boss.

Come on, boss!

Come on!

Oh, boss, come on.

(Tony grunting)

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No.
Please, please, please,
please, please, Gibbs.

No.

Okay, I'll never ask you
for anything again, ever.

Abby...
I promise.

Come on, ever?

Well, okay, maybe not ever,
but I won't ask

for anything else
for at least like...

a week.

Sure. Where and when?

Here and now.

McGEE:
Boss...
(shutter clicks)

There is a young
women here

waiting to see you.
I sent her to the lounge.

Name?

Maddie Tyler?

About?
Twenty-two, 23.

Sorry. Uh, personal.

She wouldn't say.

Gibbs!

(shutter clicks)

It's for my cell phone,

so when Gibbs calls,
his face will appear,

and I'll know it's him.

See?

Nice... print.

(grunts)

(keypad beeping)

Oh, hi.

Special Agent Gibbs.

I know.

I-I mean, I remember.

But you... probably don't.

I'm Maddie.

Maddie Tyler.

It's been a long time.

Um... I used
to come over to your house.

I was Kelly's best friend.

Or, I mean, at
least I remember

myself being her best friend.

I like to think
she thought so, too.

You lived on base?

Marine brat.

My dad was an officer.

I remember.

A good man.

He retired.

Moved back to Oakland.

Died a couple years ago.

I'm finishing my degree
at Georgetown.

Science.

I guess you're wondering...

why I'm here.

This is going to
sound so stupid.

I can't believe, I'm...

I need some help,

and you're the only
person I know who...

Problems?

Guy problems.

Crazy guy problems.

I went
on a couple dates with him,

about 18 months ago.

He's a Marine.

Went to Iraq.

Just got back a week ago.

He came to see me,

you know, wanted to get
things started again.

But I mean, there was...
there was nothing to start

because nothing had
ever gotten started.

I tried to
explain that,

but, um, he kept insisting.

He was desperate
to move in with me,

and, uh, when I said no,

it wasn't
what he wanted to hear.

He stalking you?

Did you report him
to the police?

They said there's
nothing they can do.

It's only been a week.

He threaten you?

He hurt you?

Um...

I don't think he meant to.

He just kind of
grabbed me, but...

He's really freaking me out.

What's this Marine's name?

Rudi Haas.

Where would I find him?

Outside my house.

(shutter clicks)

Cute!

(shutter clicks)

Pretty!

(shutter clicks)

Tony.

(laughs):
That's the best yet.

Boss!

Oh, I didn't know you were...

Sorry, Gibbs.

Agent Gibbs, we need to talk

about the latest East African
threat assessments.

When you've got a moment.

Know her?

Wish I could say I did.

ABBY:
Maddie Tyler.
Who is?

Ask McGee.
Said it was personal.

New girlfriend?
Too young.

Not a redhead.
Niece?

Nice. McGeek,
McGoogle her name.

Oh, I can do you one better--

MySpace.

(alternative rock song playing
on computer)

Well, she has an eclectic taste
in music--

everything from Yo-Yo Ma
to Metallica.

Lots of friends,
college kids mainly.

And one
from her childhood.

"My first and still
my best friend, Kelly.

Forever in my memory."

Gibbs' daughter was named Kelly.

One and the same.

Mystery solved.

That's his car.

Hey, Madds, I was
just looking for you, babe.

Look. Hey...

Hey! Who are you?!

This your old man?!

She does not want to see you.

It means you're not
going to come back.

You're not
going to call her.

You're not going to
drive down her street.

(grunts)

Do I need to
say it again?
No.

It's around here
somewhere.

Do you want some
more coffee?

Nope.

(clears throat):
Fine.

As soon as I graduate,
I am moving back to Oakland.

(laughs):
This place is such a pig sty.

There's this really great
animal hospital there.

They offered me
a job in the lab.

It's just
a general practice.

Eventually, I, uh, plan to
specialize in horses.

Kelly and I were
both crazy about horses.

Oh, here it is.

Can't remember
who took that photo.

(giggling)

(giggling)

I did.

I never did find out

what was so funny.

She never told you?

Sorry.

I shipped out
to Iraq that month.

They followed me
all the way to Pendleton.

Last time I saw them.

It was a time capsule.

We, uh, filled
this toy suitcase

with all of our... treasures,

Kelly's mostly, and...

buried it in your backyard.

We were sitting on it.

I never stopped crying.

Still think about her,
after all these years.

Wonder what she'd be like.

Like you.

Here, you should, uh...

you should have this.

No. No, that's your memory.

Our memory.

I should be going.

Thanks for the coffee.

That bad, huh?

I really can't thank you enough.

You got my number.

He comes back...

call me.

And you keep this locked.

(man talking indistinctly)

I just...

I-I gotta go.

(tires screeching)

McGEE:
Marine Sergeant Rudi M. Haas.

Works in logistics, currently

on a 30-day leave
after returning

from Iraq eight days ago.
Service record?

Clean.
Eight years in.

Prior to that,
grew up in Chicago.

GIBBS:
State and local police.

See if he's
got a record.

Why do we need to know?

Are we opening an investigation
into Sergeant Haas?

Background check.

On what grounds?
Stalking.

The young woman that was
in this afternoon?

Did she file a complaint?
No.

Is this personal, Jethro?

If you're asking do I know her,
the answer is yes.

Is it personal?

No.

Do it.

(keyboard clacking)

She knew.

Reads Gibbs like a book.

Short read,
not a lot of dialogue.

Your kind of book.
You suggesting I don't read?

I think she's suggesting you
only look at the pictures, Tony.

A picture paints
a thousand words, McGee.

And in your case,
most are the names

of female body parts.

I'll have you know
that since 1981,

I've been a loyal subscriber
to National Geographi magazine.

That's some serious
picture-gazing right there.

So how did she know?

Woman's intuition.

Do you have that?

Forget I asked
that question.

The Director could see Gibbs
was preoccupied with something,

and she saw him with the girl.

Sounds more like male logic
than woman's intuition.

Either way, I think
she's worried about him.

Question is, should we be?

(birds singing)

GIBBS (singing):
* Hush, little baby,
don't say a word *

* Papa's gonna buy you
a mockingbird... *

KELLY:
Pony!

(sighs)

GIBBS & KELLY:
* And if that mockingbird
don't sing *

* Papa's gonna buy you
a diamond ring *

* If that diamond ring
turns brass *

* Papa's gonna buy you
a looking glass. *

(Kelly and Shannon laughing)

Don't go, Daddy.

(echoey):
Please, please, please don't go.

GIBBS:
* If that cart
and bull break down *

* You're still the prettiest
little baby in town. *

(phone ringing)

Yeah. Gibbs.

MADDIE (on phone):
Jethro, he's back!

(tires screech)

MADDIE:
No!
MAN:
Get in the car!

No! No!
Let go of me!

Get in the car!
Shut up and get in!
No! Somebody help!

Help me!

(engine accelerating)

(tires squealing)

DiNozzo!

BOLO's out on Haas's car.

His photograph and details are
on their way to Metro Police.

Need her photo, too.

McGEE:
Abby's got one.

From when she was trying
to take yours...

earlier.

Ziva, you want
to call Abby.

Haas's current address.

Assigned to Quantico
as an enlisted trainer,

but he hasn't reported in there
since he got back from Iraq.

Got to be staying somewhere.

No known relatives
in the DC area.

Friends then.

I want the address
of every place he's ever lived.

Uh, I'm working on it, boss.

Her cell phone?

McGEE:
Switched off.
His?

Also switched off;
I'm trying to access

his recent calls now.
And?

And I've... well, I've

only just started.

You were going to brief me,
weren't you?

She called me.

I got there,
place was trashed.

Saw her being pushed
into Haas's SUV.

You identified him?

I identified his car.

SHEPARD:
So you didn't actually

see Sergeant Haas abducting her?

Maybe it was
someone else?

Well, it must have been
Haas driving.

Could have been driving.

Best guess.

What else do we know about him?

Haas turned down
Uncle Sam's offer

to reenlist last month.

In 60 days, he'll be
a former Marine.

Last deployment?

Logistics, worked out
of the Green Zone in Baghdad.

Everything Marine going to
or coming from Iraq

channeled through
his department.

TONY:
Desk jockey.
(beeping)

Got his phone records.

(keyboard clacking)

Moderate usage.

Recurring numbers?
There's a few.

15 calls in the last eight days

to a landline in the name
of Maddie Tyler.

SHEPARD:
Others?

McGEE:
Five incoming
from a company here in DC.

It's the first call he received
when he got back

from Iraq,
and the last call he got

before he switched off
his phone.

SHEPARD:
"Bordais Security Solutions."

McGEE:
BSS,

a small sized security firm.

With a contract in Iraq, Marine
today, mercenary tomorrow.

Filthy rich the day after.

Looks like Haas
was being headhunted.

I need a name, McGee.

McGEE:
CEO is a retired
Army Major, Max Bordais.

BORDAIS:
Ours is a small

company, Agent Gibbs.

Less than 100 employees,

the majority of
whom were in Iraq.

Doing what?

Protection details
for various VIPs.

Haas doesn't seem like
the highly trained soldier

your company would hire.

He's a paper pusher.

And from what
I've been told,

no one pushes
paper better.

Signed him up?

Made him a generous offer.

And?
He passed.

He say why?
No.

Evidently a thousand dollars
a day wasn't enough.

A lot of money for a clerk.

I guess he didn't
need the money.

Look, I did my homework.

Haas is considered
one of the best

logistics people in Iraq.
You want it,

he'll find it.

"You can't get it
through channels,

you get it through Haas."

That's what they say about him.

A guy like that
is worth a dozen of my

highly trained soldiers.
Where is he?

I don't know.

You're lying.

I only have his
cell phone number.

Am I under arrest?
No.

Where is he?

Agent Gibbs...

I only talked to
him on the phone.

He didn't want
to meet me.

He made it clear he
wasn't looking for a job.

Now, if you're not
going to arrest me,

I'm walking out of here.

Nicely handled, Jethro.

You're right.

He's holding something back.

Then again,
he's not the only one, is he?

You said you knew her.

Family friend.

When?
Long time ago.

How long? Five years,
ten years?
Fifteen.

Are we done here?

Gibbs, I e-mailed
Maddie's photo

to state and
local police.

Um, I printed
you one, too.

Of course, I cropped you out
of the one that I e-mailed.

I just thought
that maybe you

would want a copy
of the original.

She was Kelly's friend,
wasn't she?

We're going to find her, Gibbs.
I know it.

TONY:
Boss, you might want
to see this.

McGee got something.

I plotted all the
cell phone calls

Haas received or made
in the last eight days.

Most were made from his car
as he was driving.

The signal passed from tower

to tower, which doesn't help us,
but three of the calls

were made
from the same location,

using the same tower each time.

Now given the range
and signal strength,

they could only
have been made from this

four-block radius.

A lot of real estate, McGee.

Until you add what I found.

Only job Haas ever had in DC

was in the six months
before he joined the Marines.

He worked as a night watchman
at a clothing factory,

lived on-site.

McGEE:
The factory closed
three years ago.

Puts him right in the zone.

(music playing nearby)

(music playing)

Shh.

Hear that?

(turns off music)

(insects buzzing)

Flies.

(short bell ring,
mechanical whirring)

(flies buzzing)

TONY:
Guess we found Haas.

(camera shutter clicking)

Not quite a stairway
to heaven.

Perhaps an elevator
to a less compelling place.

This is he, I take it?

GIBBS:
Yup.

Rudi Haas.

Yes, well, when we're confronted
with crucifixion,

we immediately think
of the Romans,

but it was used as a form
of execution long before them

by the Egyptians and the Greeks,

and after them, by the Persians,

and then, of course,
the Japanese.

Hey, Duck, I don't got
a whole lot of time on this one.

Yes, I understand, Jethro.

Obviously at
first blush,

the uninitiated

would pounce
upon the theory

that he was involved in
some sort of macabre or perhaps

demonic ritual,

but we are not so quick

to draw such an easy conclusion,
are we, Timothy?

Numerous cuts and nicks

on his torso
and face.

Significant bruising
of the left arm.

Coloration indicates
that this bruise

predates these
more recent wounds.

Yeah, someone gripped him,
vicelike, and squeezed.

Uh, yeah,
that would have been me, Duck.

I'll go see
how the others are doing.

No, Jethro, I think

in this case,
there is a totally mundane,

though no-less-sickening reason

that he was nailed to the floor.

They didn't want him to struggle
while they tortured him.

Time of death?

Well, now,

that is another problem.

Well, not for me,
but for you.

Rigor is fully set.

(laughs)

He's as stiff as the boards
to which he is nailed,

indicating a time of death

at least 12 hours ago.

I'm afraid Sergeant Haas

was already long dead

when Maddie Tyler was abducted.

Guy comes back
from Iraq,

starts stalking a
girl he barely knows,

trashes her apartment,
and then abducts her?

Didn't abduct her.

Didn't abduct her?

Already dead.

Tortured first.

He gave them Maddie's address.

ZIVA:
They trashed
her apartment.

Apparently, they did not find

what they were looking for.
So they abducted her.

Whoever they are.

She must know something.

Or have something they want.

McGee.

It's a GPS locator, boss.

Real time, wired into the radio.

I think our stalker
was being stalked.

You're always welcome
down here, Jethro,

but I've barely started.

I'll take whatever you got.

Well...

nothing confirmed
at this point.

No fatal wounds.

And there was very little
blood loss at the scene.

So we can rule out

stabbing, bludgeoning
and gunshots.

No signs of strangulation.

Ah.

There does appear to be

some petechial
hemorrhaging,

which suggests asphyxia.

Someone...

could have smothered him
with a pillow

or clamped a hand over
his nose and mouth.

Jethro,

she was abducted
more than six hours ago.

Your point?

Well, there's a strong
possibility that...

Look, if I have to explain it,

perhaps you are
too close to this.

What else?

(sighs)

Swelling of his face.

And then there are these lumps
and bumps.

Could be hives.

Allergic reaction?

Wait a minute.

It could be
anaphylactic shock.

Yes, the most severe form
of anaphylaxis occurs

when an allergic
response

triggers the release
of large quantities

of immunological mediators.

This leads
to systemic vasodilation.

Yes, my suspicions were correct.

His air passages
are all closed up.

Oh, probably dead

within minutes.

Allergic to what?

Seafood.

And he wouldn't
have to have eaten

any of it.

Merely coming
into contact with it

would have caused
his demise.

Jethro, just who are
you trying to save?

(giggling)

I look at her,
I see Kelly, Duck.

How it should have been.

Jethro, be careful.

Don't-don't let your...

(sighs)

Some things...

just can't be undone.

I wasn't there then.

I am now.

ABBY:
I don't want to
see you, Gibbs,

'cause I don't have
anything yet.

I'm working on it as fast
as I can, and you know

how fast that is--
nobody's faster than me.

I am the master of faster,
normally, but there's

nothing normal
about this.

Do you have
my things?

Yes, his clothes and the nails.

We're going to find her, Gibbs.

We're going to find her.

You believe that, right?

Don't answer that.

Forget I asked.

Just...

Okay.

I need all of you to
get out of my lab.

Let me do my thing.

I have all these samples to test

and Major Mass Spec is going
to blow up in protest

if I don't blow up first.

Sorry.

This isn't my lab.

I'm going to go.

(doors whooshing)

(exhales heavily)

(doors whooshing)

McGEE:
A high-end item
like a GPS locator--

I figured the manufacturer
would keep a record

of who it was
sold to.

Cross-checked the serial number
against their records.

Look who I found.

Makes Maxie Bordais
a big fat liar.

And a suspect.

Bring him in.

TONY:
Soldier of fortune
is about to become

a soldier of misfortune.

Dogs of war are about to taste
the hair of the dogs.

Huh.

Think she's alive?

After what they
did to Haas, maybe

it'd be best if she was not.

Showtime.

This your subtle way

of sending me a message,
Director?

Nothing subtle about
it, Mr. Bordais.

You are now officially a suspect
in this murder investigation.

Want to explain that?

BORDAIS:
GPS locator.

Real-time tracking
of target vehicles.

Bought by your company.

Found in Sergeant Haas's car.

Operational.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

I need to make a phone call.

Some of these guys
are so predictable.

First sign of pressure,
and they cave.

See that coming
a mile way.

A lawyer is not going
to help you now.

I'm not calling a lawyer.

Calling the Pentagon.

Like I said, hair of the dogs.

WOMAN:
I was assigned

as a special investigator
with SIGIR.

I take it you've
heard of us?

Special Inspector General
for Iraqi Reconstruction.

As I'm sure
you're aware,

SIGIR was established
to audit funds

allocated
to the rebuilding of Iraq.

Unfortunately,

substantial amounts
of that money are
unaccounted for.

I heard $8 billion in cash.

$100 notes.

Plane loads of them.

No one denies
mistakes were made, Director.

We're doing the best we
can to recover the money

to return it back
to the Iraqi people.

What's that got
to do with Haas?

Two of my employees

were suspected
of stealing $4 million

from a vault in Baghdad

three years ago.

Names?

Danny Coyle,
Brian Judd.

Both ex-Army.

MADDIE:
Let go of me!
MAN:
Get in the car!

Somebody help!
Shut up and get in!

Help me! Help!

BORDAIS:
While we suspected them,

we never found
the money.

Until two weeks ago.

It had never
left Iraq.

Couldn't move it.

Finally, they approached
Sergeant Haas.

He found a way to smuggle
the money out of the country.

But it appears
he got greedy.

No honor among thieves.

Sergeant Haas is the only one

who knows
how the money's being shipped.

His tour was up.

He didn't have a lot
of time to organize it.

We think just
a few days.

SHEPARD:
You were tracking him

via GPS?
WOMAN:
Yes.

And Coyle and Judd?

Until they switched cars

24 hours ago.

We know the money
has arrived.

We just have no idea

how or where
Haas is planning to collect it.

You know where they are?

No.

GIBBS:
Said you were tracking them.

Were tracking them.

As I said, we lost them.

Compromised?

We don't believe so.

They're very good
at what they do.

Taking counter
measures,

changing cars,

only turning on cell phones
to check messages.

They abducted a girl
this morning.

We know.

You know?

Our, uh, surveillance
was breaking down,

and we were waiting
for more manpower.

You saw it happen.

We couldn't have
stopped it, Agent Gibbs,

and I resent the suggestion
that we placed

this operation ahead of the
life of that young woman.

Where did you lose them?
I don't have to share
that information with you.

Where?
Agent Gibbs.

In her apartment,
in the street?

The next block?
The next suburb?

Where exactly did you
lose them, Colonel?
Enough, Agent Gibbs!

I think we're done here.

The hell we are!

NCIS is conducting
an investigation

into the murder
of a United States Marine,

and I can
assure you,

I will bring down the full
weight of this service

if you do not give me
your utmost cooperation.

Do I make myself understood?

Yes, ma'am.

Now...

where exactly
did you lose them, Colonel?

Hey, DiNozzo.

Boss.

Abby gets something,
you handle it.

No problem, call you right away.

That what I said, DiNozzo?

I'll handle it.

Jethro...

They think Coyle and Judd

might be somewhere
down in the old dock district.

Tell DiNozzo.

Tony...

Director?

Any idea
where he's going?
TONY: No.

Hazard a guess?
Well, he took his
badge and his gun.

Maybe he's gonna
shoot someone.

Oh, boy.

(phone ringing on line)

RECORDING:
This is Coyle. Leave a message.

(beep)

You want your money,
call me back.

TONY (distorted):
This is ground control

to Major McTom.

This is ground control
to Major Tom.

is anybody out there?

What?

Oh.

I'm just checking.

You've been staring into
space for the last hour.

Even on the McGeeko scale
that's cause for concern.

It's been five minutes,
not an hour,

and I'm not staring into space,
I'm staring at the plasma.

Calling Gibbs?
He did not pick up.

Worried about him?

Are you?

You be worried about him.

I'll be tentatively
troubled.

Privately perturbed.

Fleetingly flustered.

Have you called him?

I would have to be
deeply discombobulated

to even think of
calling him.

Okay, McTim, you win.

What are we looking at?

What do you see?

It's an iceberg,
and we're headed right for it.

More like the
$4 million tip

of an $8 billion iceberg.

Forget the $4 million,

I'd settle
for finding Maddie.

I've been trying to figure
out where she fits.

She doesn't.

For her to have
been abducted,

they must think
she has the money.

Or can lead them
to the money.

If she can,
she doesn't know.

She would have told Gibbs.

Maybe she doesn't know
she knows.

Sergeant Haas
comes back from Iraq

and the first thing he does
is try to move in

with a girl
he's dated twice.

Why?
He's a man.

What does she have
that he does not?

A bed.

A room.

A place for Haas to stay.

He had a room
at Quantico.

So, what does her
apartment have

that Quantico doesn't?

Privacy.

No guardhouse.

No car searches.

A street address.

Her apartment
has a street address.

Which means mail delivery.

How long does it take a
letter to get here from Iraq?

A week.

Give or take a day or two.

He's from Chicago.
No family here.

No delivery address.

He wasn't
stalking her.

He was hanging out
to check the mail.

Get down to her apartment.

Find the mailman.

He figured it out.

And he didn't tell us.

You call him?

You?

Yeah.

He didn't pick up.

(giggling)

(laughing)

GIBBS & KELLY:
* If that diamond ring
turns brass *

* Daddy's gonna buy you
a looking glass. *

Don't go, Daddy.

(echoey):
Please, please, please don't go.

MADDIE:
I still think about her,
after all these years.

Wonder what she'd be like.

Like you.

(knocking on door)

MAN:
Excuse me.

Got a registered letter

for Rudi Haas.

I need to see some ID.

Mm, don't want to know.

There he is.

Excuse me!

Yeah?

NCIS. We're trying
to locate a letter

addressed
to Sergeant Rudi Haas.

Just delivered it.

Okay. Thank you.

How long?

ZIVA:
Five minutes.

He signed for a letter.
It appears Haas

shipped the money out of Iraq
as the personal effects

of a dead Marine.

Gibbs must have the receipt.
Gone to collect them.

Find him, Ziva.

He beat us to it.

Abby-- she's caught a fish.

ABBY:
Atlantic bluefin tuna.

These pallet nails
were sticky with it.

The fish oil gets caught
in the spiral shank

of the nails,
it dries, it gets gucky.

The more oil, the more gucky.

So they're just layer
after layer after layer

of... of guck.

When they whacked these
into his hands,

they were like poison darts.

How common is
bluefin tuna?

I checked with
the fishing authorities.

There's very few places
that handle it in DC.

Most are at the Maine
Avenue Fish Market.

That's too crowded.

That leaves us with...

Southwestern Marine.

It's down by
the old dock.

Uh, there was an
exporting company there.

It closed down a
couple years ago.

Exporting what?

Guck.

I'll get McGee and Ziva
to meet you there.

Abby?

Has anybody heard
from Gibbs?

No.

I called him
and he didn't pick up.

He always picks up.

Good work, Abby.

All right.

(phone rings)

Yeah?

MAN (on phone):
You got it?
I got it.

All right, then bring it to us.
Where?

Southwestern Marine,
main storage building.

Uh-huh.

And make sure it's just you.

On my way.

You okay?

I'm so sorry.

You her father?

It make a difference if I am?

Not to me.

Arms up.

Spread 'em.

He's clean.

Haas said there
were two bags.

Other one is in
the trunk of my car.

Yeah, it's good.

You get the keys,

I get Maddie.

Where's the car?

Downtown parking lot.

I caught a cab.

Then you better find another cab
and go get it.

(whimpers)

Get it yourself.

Run!

In the car!

Car!

(gunshots)

(tires squealing)

(gunshots, Maddie cries out)

(Maddie screams)

KELLY (echoey):
It's okay, Daddy.

It's okay.

Go back, Daddy.

Go back.

It's okay.

I love you, Daddy.

Love you.

I love you, Daddy.

Love you.

(panting)

(footfalls approaching)

(birds singing)

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