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Stay out of your head.

Stay in the moment. You know what to do.

But you didn't do it.

And now you're on the mat.

Want to tell me why?

Because I was in my head?

Yes, you were.

Full disclosure, it's
my favorite place to be.

Your technique is solid.

Your dedication,

- unquestionable.
- But I hesitated.

Kasie, you're full of spirit,

but you lack self-confidence.

Is my joyous spirit
enough to allow me to belt up?

Not until you get out of here

and trust here.

Oh, my stomach?

Your gut.

Trust your instincts.

"She who hesitates is lost."

Okay.

Elbows down.

Hands up.

Come on, Kasie.

Defend.

I see her.

Don't worry. It'll be quick.

Okay.

Okay.

Arm down. Now pull!

Watch the leg. Kasie.

Watch the leg.

Hey, move. Kasie.

Move!

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All right, let's try this again.

You know at some point,

we are gonna have
to stage an intervention.

Yeah, I don't think he can hear us.

Having some tech trouble, McGee?

Yes, everything in the building
is running slow,

and it is driving me crazy.

My computer seems fine. Torres?

Running like a dream.

Nah, impossible.

It's affecting all my devices.

It's got to be a network-wide slowdown.

Look at this.

- See that?
- That was slow?

Are you kidding?

It's lagging by at least
a fourth of a second.

Here,

I'll load it again.

Ah, I see what the problem is.

It's a you thing, McGee.

A what?

You know, like when something stinks

but you're the only one
that can smell it.

Or it's hot and you're
the only one who's cold.

See, it's like a you thing.
Not an us thing.

Anybody know why the computers
are running slow?

I've been trying to send

a Bandium alert and it's taking forever.

You see that? Not just a me thing.

Finally.

Looks like we have a body, but...

All I'm getting is that
annoying spinning beach ball.

Yeah. Me too.

Yeah, it's 'cause the
computers are running slow.

See? It's an us thing now.

Those fourths of a second add up fast.

This guy must really love his cat.

Not his cat.

The neighbor said, uh,
this guy didn't live here.

The house is occupied by
a Lieutenant Mary Laredo.

Well, then she must love her cat.

Prince Charming.

That's his name.

just got off the phone
with Base Operations.

They said Laredo is deployed
to the USS Camden.

Headed towards the Gulf,
currently on radio silence.

So, who is this guy?
He kind of looks familiar.

No idea. They said Laredo lives alone.

Jimmy, you want to...

oh, yeah, fingerprints. Right, on it.

He seems pretty beat up.
Like a prizefighter.

Yeah, but this wasn't a beating.

I mean, based on the location

of deep tissue swelling
and the urticaria,

I'd said that we're looking at an
acute anaphylactic angioedema.

Jimmy?

Uh, it was a deadly allergic reaction.

Where's an EpiPen when you need one?

I say we blame the cat.

Well, I won't know the allergen
trigger till I get him back to autopsy,

but I highly doubt that it was airborne.

Also, based on the amount
of the swelling here,

I doubt that this was an accident.

Yeah, you're not kidding about that.

Why, what'd you find?

It's what I didn't find.
Fingerprints. Anywhere.

The house was wiped?

Yeah, seems like somebody
was covering their tracks.

Got something, guys. Check it out.

There was blood here.

And looks like somebody
tried to clean it.

Not before the cat
walked right through it.

Well, there's no cuts or abrasions

on our victim here,
so it wasn't his blood.

It must belong to the killer.

Maybe Prince Charming

got a few good gouges
in before he ran...

Jimmy, you okay?

Yeah, the, uh...
fingerprint match just came back.

Guys...

This is Otis Khatri.

NCIS Agent Khatri?

Otis from downstairs?

Afraid so.

Well, with the swelling,
I didn't recognize him.

I never met him.
What, uh, what can you tell me?

Oh, he was a good man.

Yeah, this is crazy.

Everyone loved Otis.

Yeah, well, apparently not everyone.

Hey, Kasie.

Sorry I'm late.

Took forever to get Otis processed.

I think we're all still in shock.

Uh, Kasie?

Hello? Hey, look, Kase,

if you're trying to prank me here,

all right, today is not the day.

Hey, this is Kasie.
I'm not here right now,

but leave a message
and I'll hit you back later.

Kase, I'm in your lab right now.

I even remembered to bring
my controller, you know,

just like we planned.

Only thing missing is you.

Agent Otis Khatri

worked on the contingency response team.

He oversaw international humanitarian
support operations.

I know.

I recommended him.

In that job,

you see people at their lowest,

after natural disasters, wars.

But Otis was a natural fixer.

He always knew how to help.

He was a good agent.

I presume you've notified
his next of kin.

His sister is on her way in.

But she did tell us why Otis
was at Lieutenant Laredo's house.

Cat-sitting.

Turns out our best lead
is that runaway cat.

Well, courts generally prefer to
have their witnesses be human.

Well, we have reason to believe
that Prince Charming

may have the killer's DNA on his paws.

But you got to find him first.

I once tracked a caribou
in the tundra for 11 miles.

How hard could it be
to find a house cat?

You care to elaborate on why

you were in the tundra
following a caribou?

Oh, how much time do you have?

But, uh, it'll have to wait.
This is Jimmy.

Sounds like he's got something urgent.

Good, let's hope something more
promising than a runaway cat.

Jimmy, what's the emergency?

Kasie's missing.

- What?
- Her favorite video game,

Slayers, Spells and Starcraft 4
dropped last night, and

we had planned for a month to
play it at lunch, today's lunch,

- and she never shows up.
- Okay, slow down. She's...

Kasie never flakes on people, all right?

And she never passes up an opportunity

to show off her badassery skills
as Kana-Hune.

Kana-who?

Hune. It's, uh, Kasie's
monster-slaying avatar,

it's this Kana-Hune.

Something bad has happened.
I can feel it.

I-I keep calling her cell phone...

it keeps going straight to voice mail.

Jimmy, deep breath. Kasie's fine, okay?

You don't know that.

Actually, I do.

She requested a personal
health day this morning.

But why? Kasie's perfectly healthy.

Not really our business, is it?

But she would've told me if...
Why-why didn't she tell me?

That is a good question,
but maybe the answer

isn't, uh... you know,
our business either?

You're right. Yeah, sorry. Uh...

Having Otis on my table here
is making me a bit paranoid.

I get it, I get it.

But, uh, let's just focus on the case

and keep your mind busy.

Right, uh, busy mind, good.

Uh, cause of death, as
I suspected, was anaphylaxis.

You figure out from what yet?

Sesame oil.

Which shouldn't come as a surprise.

Otis's file lists
a serious allergy to...

sesame.

He obviously wasn't careful
about what he ate.

No, no, no. His bestie down
in the motor pool said that

Otis was constantly
checking ingredient labels.

Maybe he missed one.

Uh, even so, the levels
that were in his blood...

this couldn't have been an accident.

So either it was

a deliberate suicide or...

Someone dosed him.

The same someone who wiped down
every print in Laredo's house.

Whoever it was,

I can't imagine Otis
just eating something

without asking what was in it first.

It's called lying, Jimmy.

Yeah, but for him to trust
whoever gave it to him,

that means...

Otis probably knew his killer.

I just don't get it.

Why would someone want
to kill my brother?

Well, we're, uh, we're hoping

that you can help us figure that out.

Can you tell us anything about his life

outside of work?

His work was his life.

Otis was so proud to be part of NCIS.

He joked that he was
a modern-day superhero.

Didn't need a cape or wings,
because he had a computer.

Mm. Laptop is mightier than the sword.

You must be McGeek.

Haven't heard that one in a while.

Yeah, maybe we should bring that back.

Oh, I-I'm sorry.

I think Otis meant it as a compliment.

- He only used it with me.
- Yeah.

Were you and your brother close?

Very.

E-Even though his work was classified,

he-he still found ways to tell me

about all the good he was doing.

But...

But what?

This last week he didn't
want to talk about work.

Did he say why?

Something wasn't right.

I just thought that he was overworked.

But now...

Can you give us a list
of people Otis was close to?

Maybe who knew he was cat-sitting.

Well, like I said, NCIS was Otis' life.

His co-workers were his closest friends.

All the people who would have
known he was cat-sitting

are probably in this building.

Hey, Jimmy, what are you doing here?

Oh, just helping out while Kasie's gone.

Ooh, you sure you're up for it?

Because, uh, there's a lot
of buttons in here.

Well, thanks to Abby's Lab for Dummies,

- piece of cake.
- Okay.

Parker said there was an update.

Yeah. I was able to pull a clue

off of Otis' laptop.

I hope you like cake.

Oh, let's see.
Uh, that should have worked.

Okay, I... okay, I see.
I see what I did wrong here.

I guess I should have pressed

this button.

Okay, Jimmy, less beeping and more cake.

That's an entirely new sound
I've never heard before.

- Okay, I'll come back.
- Okay, no, no, no, wait.

Hold on, hold on.
I-I've got it, I've got it.

Okay, uh, I wasn't able
to get into Otis'

user account here,
but I did pull a partial print

off the battery flap that
the killer forgot to wipe.

Okay, you've got my attention back.

So I enlarged the fingerprint.

Want to make sure I got a good image

before I put it into AFIS.

Like so.

Kasie makes this look
so much easier than it is.

All right, Jimmy,

do you know what you're doing here?

Aah! There was a time when I did, Nick.

That time is now gone.

- What's going on?
- I didn't touch anything. Nothing.

What did you do to my babies?

Yeah, your babies don't like
Jimmy. He makes them cry.

I'm so glad you're back.

Okay.

Um, what are you doing in my lab?

All right, that's my cue to leave.

If you guys get a hit on those prints,

just give me a call.

Wait, prints? Whose prints?

- The killer's.
- Oh, right, yeah.

Duh. My bad.

And, uh, who's the victim?

Oh, Kase, you haven't heard?
It was Otis.

Otis? As in NCIS Otis?

He was murdered? When?

It was yesterday.

I mean, then entire
crime scene was wiped clean.

But I did manage to pull a partial print

from inside of his laptop.

That's what I was running
when you came in and I...

Oh. That was fast.

Print must already be in the system.

Oh, you know what,
I-I got it from here, Jimmy.

Um, thank you so much for your help...

This isn't what it looks like.

Good. Because what it looks like is that

your fingerprints are on
our murder victim's laptop.

Kasie, seriously, we don't
need to question you

in Interrogation.

I think you should.

Just tell us why your
fingerprints were on Otis' laptop.

Respectfully, if this was anyone else,

you would bring them into Interrogation

as a murder suspect.

- Did you kill Otis?
- Of course not.

Then why aren't you telling us

- why your fingerprints...
- I will.

In Interrogation.

Please, we need to stick to the rule.

For Otis and for me.

And for you.

Oh, uh, Kase, that's where
we usually sit.

Oh, we can switch places later.

I'll be happy to answer
all of your questions

after you answer a few of mine.

Okay.

Who's interviewing who here?

And she has a notebook?

Special Agent Timothy McGee,
do you recall receiving

multiple shipments of electronic
equipment from China?

What is happening right now?

Wh-What does this have to do
with Otis' murder?

I will get to that.

A few months back you received

an IC distributor,
two GL microprocessors,

a temperature-sensing...

Crystal oscillator.

Yeah. How'd you know all that?

Well, I'm asking the questions here.

No, actually, we're the ones

that are supposed to ask the questions.

What are the parts for, Agent McGee?

I ordered those parts to restore

an old Beary Smyles.

A Beary who?

It's a talking electronic bear

I wanted since I was six years old.

I recently found him at a swap meet.

But he was broken.

Needed a full electronic overhaul.

- Kasie, what...
- Hold on.

So this list of parts
was to repair a talking bear?

Oh, not just any talking bear.

The talking bear.

Beary Smyles was the most expressive,

intelligent toy of the '80s.

That"s why it was a gadget
on my bucket list.

You know, McGee can be very cute.

Is it me, or do you just
kinda want to hug him right now?

I am officially clearing
Special Agent Timothy McGee,

which in turn closes cases number BX57,

concluding my investigation,
and clearing the entire

Major Case Response Team.

Kasie, who are you talking to?

Did you just say that
you were investigating us?

Oh, I was, but now I'm not.

Okay, we can switch places now.

Uh, j... don't bother.

Kasie, uh, what the hell is going on?

There's a mole at NCIS.

Come again?

Funny story.

I was recruited by DCIS to do
an internal investigation

to find a suspected mole in NCIS,

which means I've actually
been investigating

all of the teams that I work with,

aka, um... you.

Oh, my God.

Oh, it feels so good to
finally say that out loud.

It took so long to clear you all.

How long has this been going on for?

Oh, for about two or three...

You've been spying on us
for three weeks?

...months.

Does Vance know about this?

Well, my handler said
that Director Vance...

You got a handler?

This is not acceptable.

If there is a mole in NCIS,

I should have been informed.

Director Vance, we both know

when it comes to mole hunting,

everyone is placed
on a need-to-know basis.

That's why I was meeting
with Ms. Hines off-site.

Is that a polite way of saying

that DCIS thought I was a suspect?

Everyone is a suspect.

Except Kasie?

We cleared Ms. Hines before we
tapped her as our inside operative.

With all due respect to Ms. Hines,

why choose her?

- Ouch.
- She's the one person who

works hands-on with almost
every agent in the building.

So she can conduct her investigation

without drawing suspicion.

Not to mention her superb skills

collecting forensic evidence.

And what did you find, Ms. Hines?

It looks like Agent Khatri
was attempting to bypass

internal security on the NCIS network.

For what purpose?

I haven't been able to figure it out.

I'm sorry.

Maybe if I had help

I could have moved more quickly.

You didn't give her a support team?

Given the sensitivity
of the investigation,

we thought it best she work alone.

This is a huge assignment for

any agent to do by themselves,

let alone a forensic scientist.

Wasn't your call.

Well, it is now.

I have a dead agent
and nobody can tell me why.

Ms. Hines, you said
Parker's team has been cleared?

That's correct, Director.

Good. Then Agent Parker,

you can take over
the investigation from here.

I don't think that's warranted.

Or we can go to SECNAV and explain

why you put one of my people in danger

without proper backup.

I'm gonna need everything
you got on that mole.

Of course.

And I'll make sure that Ms. Hines

updates you as information arises

after I have reviewed it.

In the meantime, you're with us.

Getting the support you should
have received from the start.

This is our case now.

Move fast. Find that mole.

Hey, guys.

So I just went over Kasie's report,

and she is right.
Otis was definitely trying

to access our secure servers.

What? Any idea why?

It looks like he was trying to
transfer data out of the building.

So he was the mole.

I don't believe it.
Who was he working for?

Well, maybe himself.

Found this list in a dummy file

hidden on his laptop.

All big corporations in oil and tech.

Almost looks like a client list.

All those places would
pay big for the intel we have.

So Otis was an industrial spy?

That is a dangerous game to play.

Maybe that's what got him killed.

I don't buy it.

Otis was one of the good guys.

I'm a pro at judging character.

Really?

Mm, I don't know.

You couldn't tell that
Kasie was spying on us.

Oh, that's different, okay,

'cause Kasie was fighting the good fight

and she was being Kasie.

Well, I'm actually impressed
that she pulled it off.

Yeah. Going undercover is not easy.

Wait a minute.

Is that why she was making me play that

weird game of 20 questions
at the wine bar?

I can't believe she thought
I could actually be the mole.

Yeah, she was just doing her job.

She had to investigate everyone.

Hey, how much of our personal info

do you think she accessed?

Why, Tim?

You worried about something specific?

Mm, I got nothing to hide.

Okay, Kasie says that she has a lead

on what intel Otis was trying to steal.

So, uh, who's going down to the lab?

Not it.

Not trying to get my
fingerprints lifted before lunch.

And I'm still knee-deep

in my cat hunt, trying to track down

Prince Charming's microchip.

Looks like you're up.

Well, I would, uh,

I would love to, but actually, um...

Can't think of anything?

Can't think of anything.

Meeting in the shadows
at night with secret agents?

Kasie, this is like
some Grisham novel stuff.

Uh, there's a lot less
action than you think.

I spent most of my time
plotting and scheming.

Mostly in my head, which

I'm supposed to be avoiding,
actually, so...

Hey, you dig up any dirt on me?

Oh, don't be silly. You're clean
as a whistle.

I know, I know. But still, you had to
investigate me, right?

Um, actually, you weren't on the list.

Oddly, that kind of hurts.

Get in line. I've been
getting dirty looks all day.

If you want the truth,
going undercover is lonely.

I'll bet.

I don't know how Torres
did it for so long.

I hated keeping so many
secrets from my friends.

I actually took the personal day

so I could finish clearing
the team as soon as possible.

Hey, Kase, heard you got an update.

That's it? No questions?

No lectures about betrayal?

Well, actually, uh,
now that you mention it,

how deep did you go on your
personal record search?

Oh, deep.

Whatever you, uh, whatever you saw,

you gonna keep that confidential, right?

If it didn't have anything to
do with mole hunting,

it went in one eyeball
and out the other.

Great, great, okay.

Speaking of mole hunting,

I hear you have a lead on the
intel Otis was trying to steal?

Yes. Now that you were able
to unlock his laptop,

I was able to use it
to create a tracer program.

It'll search for anything Otis
tried to remove from our servers.

Hey,

if you promise not to
make my babies cry again,

I'll let you start it up.

Come on, Kase.

You can do it, Jimmy.

Yay.

See? It wasn't so hard.

Though that was a little quick.

Because there's no missing
intel from the NCIS servers.

Wait, so Otis wasn't stealing secrets?

Oh, he most definitely was.

Just not from us. Take a look.

- What is that?
- Uh, data.

Lots of it. All from outside sources.

Otis wasn't stealing from NCIS.

He was using the NCIS system
to steal from somebody else.

Well, the good news
is Otis didn't sell any NCIS intel.

And the bad news?

He was stealing all kinds
of proprietary intel

from corporate America.

And doing what with it?

Well, judging by
the data encryption he used,

I'd say Otis was running some kind of

dark web ransomware scheme.

So, basically, blah, blah and blah?

He was stealing people's data

and then demanding money
to give it back.

So, the client list Kasie found?

Probably more like a victims list.

Why would Otis risk using
government servers, for a crime?

Probably needed the storage space

I mean, the guy stole
a huge amount of data.

A civilian server would choke on it.

And I'm guessing the data overload

is what caused ours to slow down.

So let's give the data back.

Well, we can't. At least
not until we find Otis'

encryption key to unlock it.

And Otis is dead.

Ten bucks says his killer
knows where the key is.

Now the killer's DNA is probably

still on Prince Charming's paws.

Any new leads on Grumpy Cat?

Still working on it.

Calling all the shelters I can,
but nothing yet.

All right, let's go with motive.

Who would want to see Otis dead?

I would say maybe one of these companies

decided to not pay the ransom.

According to an
unencrypted ledger I found,

every company on that list has
agreed to pay up except for one.

Stay Home Market, Inc.

It's a conglomerate
of worldwide delivery services,

including the home food delivery company

Home Stretch Eats.

Oh, I cannot survive
without Home Stretch eats.

Hey, isn't that the company
that has that loser CEO

that throws raves around the world?

Travis Baltoni.

Well, considering that, uh,

Prince Charming has been able

to evade our in-house
animal tracking expert...

- I said I was still working on it.
- Okay. Okay.

Hopefully Mr. Baltoni
will be easier to find.

Oh, this is cool.

NCRS teleconference.

It's uh, it's "IS." Uh, Mr. Baltoni...

Aw, call me Travis, man.

Unless that's illegal.

- Why would that be illegal?
- Are you at a party?

I'm on a yacht in Ibiza.

Here, everything is a party.

- Occupado.
- Try the lower deck.

I don't know if I should be
jealous or annoyed by this guy.

I know what you mean.
It's very confusing.

So, your company admitted to being hit

with a ransomware attack.

Let me cut to the chase.

I didn't kill your hacker.

Okay, but you hadn't
agreed to pay him, either,

So what was your plan?

Tasked my entire IT department
to find him.

Then, I was gonna kill him.

Okay. You do know you're talking
to federal agents, right?

A man has limits. Just this morning,
the guy tripled the ransom.

Wait, whose morning?

Ibiza afternoon, D.C. morning.
You feel me?

Tripling the price is lame
no matter the time zone.

Otis was dead this morning.

That means the new ransom demand

came in after he was killed.

Then who sent it?

Otis might have a partner.

Mr. Baltoni. Uh, sorry, Travis.

We would like access to your servers.

That way we can work together

to find that hacker,
hopefully retrieve your data.

I may look young and sound stupid,

but if NCIS could have
gotten back my data,

you already would have.

Well, we still can.

Too late. You were wrong.

I actually did pay the ransom,
right before you called.

Who'd you send the money to?

No way. I have a subsidiary
IPO coming up next week.

I'm not risking our data leak
going public.

That won't happen,
but we still need to know

who you sent the money to.

Oh, sounds like there's a line growing.

Good luck catching the bad guy. Peace.

Okay, yeah, definitely
more annoyed than jealous.

And we're sure I'm the best
person to go undercover?

I mean, you or Parker could easily trace

the ransomware payment
in Stay Home Market's server.

Yeah, they would stick out like

sore thumbs at Stay Home Market.

- We're just too old.
- Yeah.

- No offense.
- None taken.

Now, Kasie, you've been working
on this thing for months.

The reality is you're better
equipped than any of us.

I don"t feel better equipped.

Oh! We have a warrant.

What if we just asked them
nicely who they paid, huh?

Their CEO made it very clear
he's not going to share any info.

Yeah, we go in through the front door,

they're gonna start tossing
records out the back.

Oh. So you're sending me in
through an air vent.

Well, it is the safest way

to get into the server room undetected.

Parking lot, utility tunnel, air vent,

server room.

Your comms should be working.
You want to give 'em a go?

Test, test,

this is Kasie Hines, aka Ellen Ripley,

last survivor of the Nostromo.

Well, luckily you aren't
fighting aliens in space.

- And now for your camera.
- Okay,

going undercover as me was hard enough,

but as a whole new person?

That's... that's a whole new thing.

Well, hopefully
you don't run into anyone.

But you know I am not a good liar

or negotiator or swimmer,
for that matter.

Well, we promise there
will be no swimming.

All you need to do
is get to that central server

and find out who Baltoni
sent the ransom to.

And this time you're not working alone.

The whole team has your back.

Okay.

- Hey.
- You all hooked up?

Yep. I just, um...

Hey, you know, ever since I

revealed my secret Bourne identity...

You mean spied on us?

Um, you haven't been down to the lab.

Oh, I've just been stuck
looking for this stupid cat.

Don't tell Parker,
but tracking caribou...

so much easier.

Okay.

But I hope it's not because you
feel like I betrayed you or something.

And if you do, I just
want to apologize. It was...

Stop right there.

See? I knew it, I knew it.

That is totally your mad face.

No, this is my annoyed face.

And I'm making it because you have
absolutely nothing to apologize for.

Well, agree to disagree.

Kasie, if anything, I'm proud of you.

You took a flying leap
out of your comfort zone,

and that takes guts.

I know, but maybe if I had...

No, no maybes, no buts.

You're overthinking this.

And in this line of work,

that's a good way to end up on your ass.

Oh, Prince Charming's
owner just resurfaced.

Lieutenant Laredo? And?

She says that Prince Charming
runs away a lot,

but he never gets far.

- That's promising.
- And in order

to get him back, she just
sings his favorite song.

So what's the song you have to sing?

♪ Meow, meow ♪

♪ My puffy, scruffy bubbly boo ♪

♪ My dearest Prince Charming ♪

♪ I"ll always love you. ♪

That's rough.

I have to sing this song
to get that cat back.

Yeah, okay, hey,

you want to trade places?

Oh, uh, no. I-I would rather

military crawl
through a ventilation shaft.

You have fun.

Take a video for me.

♪ Meow, meow ♪

♪ My puffy, scruffy bubbly boo. ♪

♪ Meow, meow ♪

♪ My puffy, scruffy bubbly boo. ♪

Oh, people are so worried about

digital security these days,
they really kind of

- forget about how...
- Shh, Kasie. You need to whisper.

Oh, I'm sorry. I was saying

they really kind of forget about
good, old-fashioned air vents.

Guys, I am feeling
real action hero vibes.

Okay, just remember to be quiet

and don't scream if you see a rat.

Wait, what?

Rats?! You did not tell...

And don't worry, Kasie, there
aren't gonna be any rats.

Are you kidding me?

What are you doing?

Me? You're the one lying to her.

There could totally be rats.

I can still hear you.

Okay, Kasie, you got this.

All right?
Just-just keep moving forward.

The server room
should be ahead to your left.

And we are right here with you.

I know it.
And hey, I just want to say...

Okay, here comes more apologies.

Uh, no. That is so two hours ago.

I did my job. And you know what?

Yeah, I kicked ass.

Much better.

Digging into
each of your personnel files

made me feel so much closer to you.

And you guys are
some of the finest people

I have ever met.

Well, except for McGee's obsession

with some online store called

Lovey's Sensory Chest.

Okay, all right, slow your roll.

Oh, and I just realized

that is probably what you wanted
me to keep a secret.

I do apologize for that.

Lovey's Sensory Chest?

Mm, you wild man.

It's a kids store, okay?

They sell tactile toys

and developmental games for children.

The owner's name is Sam Lovey.

If you say so.

Kasie, will you tell them, please?

No, it was my job
to investigate, not to judge.

Well, I'm feeling judged right now.

Wait, hold up.

I think I found the central server.

Sam Lovey's gonna have to wait.

Ooh.

Okay, I'm in.

All right, Rambo.

Okay let's start with that far server.

The one with the access terminal.

No, the access terminal behind you.

Copy that.

What are you doing in here?

Kasie, say something.

Uh...

is that a carton of milk?

Maybe something else.

Gross. It's boxed water.

Save the environment much?

I usually use a glass

or a stainless steel travel mug.

Do you work here?

'Cause you feel more Facebook
than Snapchat.

Are you calling me old?

That would be rude.

And against policy.

So, back to what are you doing here?

I, uh... Huh?

What department are you in?
What's your name?

Okay, breathe, Kasie.

Do not let this girl call
you a Boomer. You got this.

I don't know about that.

Y-You don't know your name?

Are-are you good?

Okay, this is sus.
I'm gonna call security.

Okay, Kasie, stop overthinking this.

Just channel that-that inner badass

aquatic elf warrior thing

that you play on the
video game. Be, uh...

Kana-Hune.

What?

That's my name. Kana-Hune.

Oh. Is that Polynesian?

You owe me answers.

Like what are you doing
with that water in here?

I, uh... Huh?

This is the brain
of our beloved company.

And you bring open liquid
in a paper container?

Read a sign much?

No liquid in the server room, ever.

Get out.

Okay.

That was awesome.

Go, Kana-Hune.

Yeah, whoever that is.

Okay.

I am at the server. Now what?

Well, based on the Unix shell,
let's do a frame-based approach

to access the core.

I like the way you think.

I'm in.

Looking for the Stay Home Market
account server.

Search by any payments
directly authorized by the CEO

in the last five hours.

Okay, got something.

Sending it over now.

All right, got it.

According to this,
Baltoni moved the money

to an offshore account in the Caymans.

Oh, that has to belong to Otis.

- That's odd.
- What is?

Well, the account was set up to

auto-transfer the money back out

as soon as the money was deposited.

Maybe Otis didn't want
the money to be traced.

Well, if that's the case,
Otis sure was moving the money

into some interesting places.

Interesting how?

He's been donating it all to charity.

So an NCIS agent steals millions

and then gives it away?

Yep. Otis donated his cash
to over a dozen charities.

Two million to Cancer Research

and Diagnostics of America alone.

At first, we thought, well, maybe he's

using these nonprofits
to launder the money.

A cancer charity? Classy.

Do any of these charities have
any known connections to Otis?

Tough to say. We'd have to
interview all of them to know for sure.

So, what, we just break down the door

of, uh, Cancer Research
and Diagnostics of America?

Ooh, that may not be necessary.
Look at this.

Stay Home Market, Inc.

pledged two million dollars to the CRDA

last year but never paid a cent.

And a year later,
Otis ransomed Stay Home Market

for the exact same amount.

Hmm. Isn't that a coincidence?

All right, cross-check the other
companies that he ransomed.

See if any of them also made
pledges that they never kept.

Okay, every company on this list

made a public pledge to donate
but never actually paid.

Well, get all the PR
and none of the pain?

Yeah, until Otis forced it on 'em.

He wasn't stealing money for himself.

'Cause he was some kind of, uh,
Robin Hood hacker.

Forcing companies
to make good on pledges

which they never intended to honor.

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

I can't believe singing that
stupid song actually worked.

Yeah, well, I can't
believe you doubted me.

That's a handsome cat.

And he knows it, too.

Bloody paws and all.

Isn't that right, Prince Charming?

You didn't lick your paws 'cause
you knew you had a murder to solve.

Well, or he was too spoiled
to actually clean himself.

Either way, the prince
has a date with Kasie

to test the blood.

Small problem. Kasie's not down there.

She's off briefing the DCIS.

Kasie, thanks for coming.

Yeah, I didn't know it was optional.

Go ahead, hop in.

- Ah. Cool office.
- Sorry.

I know meeting like this
must seem a little odd,

but in our work you can
never be too careful.

Odd? Not at all.

It's actually my second
creepy van of the day.

Okay, let's get started.

You owe me, Jess. I promised Kasie

I would never touch her babies again.

We need to know whose
blood is on those paws.

All right, buddy, do not get aggro.

I'm just gonna give you some grub.

Do not attack me again.

Wait, what? Again?

Aah! Okay.

That is not a normal cat.

That is a demon in a cat suit.

- Look at this.
- Whoa!

- He really got you.
- Yeah.

It was a fight for the ages, Jimmy.

Okay. All right.

Hey.

Well, I guess Prince Charming
was super hungry.

It's probably why he was
so aggro earlier.

Okay, don't defend him.

I'm not. I'm just saying.

Okay, whose side are you on?

I think you know whose side I'm on.

Let me see your arm.

I hope that ding means we have a match.

We do have a match.

Great. Who is it?

So there never was a mole in NCIS?

No. Agent Khatri wasn't spying.

He was running a ransomware con.

Traced all the money he stole
to an account in the Caymans.

- Well, how'd he end up dead?
- We aren't sure.

But someone is still running the con.

So, obviously, we're missing something.

Mm. Well, then we wait.

Yeah, somebody's gonna
eventually come for that money.

No, they aren't.

The money's already gone,

and it's gonna be a little
awkward asking for it back.

Yeah, it's not
a good look asking a charity

to refund a donation.

What?

I never said anything about any charity.

That's the sedan Kasie took.

Yep.

Her cell phone.

Who leaves their cell in the car?

On three.

If you try one more time to... Ooh, hey.

That's good timing.

Kasie, you okay?

Oh, yeah. She went for her gun.

Well, that was dumb.

But not as dumb
as letting Prince Charming

get your blood all over the crime scene.

The damn cat. That's how you caught me.

Well, technically, we're not
the ones that caught you.

She is.

Where'd you get the zip ties, Kasie?

They were hers.

Those companies deserved what they got.

And you're gonna lock me up?

Did Otis Khatri deserve what he got?

I'm tired of corporations
promising one thing

and delivering another.

Real people depended on those donations.

Otis was a real person
with a real family.

- Damn, Kasie. I'm impressed.
- Mm.

She who hesitates is lost.

Did I hear right that

Otis wasn't our Robin Hood hacker?

Nope, he had nothing to do
with the ransomware plot.

- It was all Greyson.
- Yeah, all Otis did

was flag the discrepancy and report it.

Unfortunately, it was to her.

Which left Greyson no choice

but to start an official investigation.

But why kill Otis?

Well, we think Greyson just
got in too deep.

Otis reported the suspicious activity.

She panicked and tried
to pin it all on him.

And she thought she could
use Ms. Hines to do it?

Bad choice. Ironically,

Greyson turned out to be worse

than the corporations
she tried to bring down.

Thank you so much.
Otis would have been so proud.

And you should be, too.

I know we are.

Ms. Khatri.

Your brother was a hero.

This is an honor.

Thank you all so much
for clearing his name.

Ms. Hines did most of the heavy lifting.

I would love to thank her as well.

Where is she?

You know what to do.

Just quiet your mind, trust yourself.

I am Kana-Hune!

So...

how about that belt?