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What's in the box?

- Touché.
OCHOA: This is John Rogers

from the Department of Justice.

CALLEN: Where's Mosley?
- She's off the grid.

How about Hetty?

I don't know where
is or what she's up to.

Says he's gonna drown Hetty

in her protective
moat of lies

along with everybody else
involved in Mexico.

I just hope your people have
their stories straight.

This was a serious
international incident.

Why were you in Mexico?

You will be pleased to know

that your strikingly
corroborative statements

and EAD Mosley's insistence

that she ordered you into Mexico
without informing

anyone of the mission
ahead of time

essentially exonerates
the rest of you.

Greetings and salutations.
(crowd screaming)

Hands where I can see them,
pretty please.

Very good. Keep
walking. Keep walking.

That's right,
just get nice and cozy.

We're all in this together.

It's another gorgeous
day here in Los Angeles,

and, frankly,

I see no reason
why we can't keep it that way.

Listen to what my friends
and I ask of you, and I swear

no one gets hurt. Now, please,

take out your cell phones

nice and slowly and hand them

to one of my associates.

- Right here. Thank you, sir.
- Thank you, thank you.

Excellent. This is going
so well, wouldn't you say?

I absolutely would.

Next, lower yourselves
to the ground.

Not too quickly, though.

Wouldn't want anyone
to sprain a back

or twist a knee.
- Oh, my goodness.

Please, let me help you.

- There you are, ma'am.
- Oh. O-Okay. Thank you.

My pleasure.

Now, where is our manager?
Ah, there you are.

Hop on up, please.

Andrea. A pleasure.

Would you mind terribly
opening up the back?

Is that a question?

That's entirely up to you.
(gasps)

We're almost out of your hair,
I promise. Just sit tight.

(lock clicks)
You, too.

You've all been so cooperative
this morning.

(crowd screams)

- We good?
- We're good.

An hope this hasn't
inconvenienced you too much.

But maybe gives you something
to talk about

at the dinner table
this evening.

♪ NCIS: LA 10x10 ♪
Heist
Original Air Date on December 9, 2018

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@elder_man

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KENSI: All right, let's see what
you have done with this place.

DEEKS:
So excited to show you. Ready?

KENSI:
Let's see. Ooh.

(gasps)

Don't touch that!
(screams)

(laughs)
(laughs) Oh, my gosh.

Oh, my gosh. You finished it.

- I know. I...
- It's ready.

Over the years, you had to
put up with a lot of talk,

a lot of hot air, but, uh...
A lot of hot air, yep.

But I finally did it-- pulled
the trigger and I did it.

You have a bar.

And it's ready.

Correction: we have a bar.

- We have a bar.

And it is...
well, it's almost ready.

What are you talking
about, it's almost ready?

I mean, you have a golden
hammerhead shark on the wall.

Oh, yeah. I saw that.
I had to have it.

And you have this beautiful
red felt pool table.

Well, they say that red felt
is the new black.

Mm-hmm. And above all, you have
a vagabond living upstairs.

- Oh, you mean Callen? Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

He's agreed to bounce
for me on the weekends.

Okay, so what's left?
You did it all.

Well, I have got to think
of what to call it.

Well, that's easy.

Name writes itsel...
Is it?

Yeah, name writes itself.
What are you thinking?

Well, I was actually
kind of nervous to tell you.

- You were nervous to tell me?
- I mean,

just 'cause,
you know, it's a big deal.

You got to put it
across the front.

- I was...
- Okay. I'm ready.

- You ready? Okay.
- Yes.

Schmitty's.

You know, 'cause Schmitty...
When I first bought it,

- I was like, "To Schmitty,"
and then we all, like, cheers. - Right.

- And it was this beautiful moment of, like...
- Yeah, I remember.

Yeah. Yeah.

Anyway, it's just...
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(inhales) Wasn't... I wasn't...
You know, wasn't sold on that.

- Do you have a backup?
- Yeah, no, I got a backup.

I got a... Um, I was thinking,

also, that I could
call it... Monty's.

'Cause my dog.

Do you have a backup
to the backup?

A second backup.
So, like, a third choice.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

What would you... what
would you do if you just...

(exhales)
Um, I was also considering...

Roberta's.

R-Roberta's. Roberta's,
'cause my mom's...

Like-like Mama D. Yeah.

It's pretty.
Pretty, yeah?

You know what,
though? We don't...

No, we don't have to rush. We
don't have to rush, sweetie.

We can just... we can...
we can brainstorm.

- We don't have to open it now.
- S-So, you-you hate all those, huh?

No. It's just, we can just...

We can... It's okay.

Slammin' Salmon?

And... time.

(panting)

Sam, time.
I heard you.

What, you trying to
show me up or something?

- It's not always about you, G.
-Oh.

That's interesting. So
sometimes it is about me, huh?

(chuckles) You're hilarious.

And you're still in
a plank. You know,

if somebody walks in here,
I'm not gonna look so good.

No one's stopping you.

Uh, except before you do
whatever it is

you were going to do,
we have a case.

Oh, and just to be clear,

it is the case and not me
who would be stopping you, so...

You heard that, right?

We have a case.

Did you hear that?

There is a case!

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I heard you.

Okay.

What we got?

Bank robbery this morning.
The Westwood branch

of Trust National.
- Ooh.

Do love a good heist.

KENSI: I'm sorry, what?
Yeah, no, that's...

When it's pretend,
I'm on my couch

eating popcorn and - Stop.
snuggling with Monty.

- In my Slanket.
- Stop.

- Sorry.
- Thankfully,

no casualties
or injuries were reported.

How much cash
did the robbers make out with?

That's the thing. They
didn't touch any of it.

What they did do was detonate
an explosive device

and steal one
of the security deposit boxes.

I'm sorry, I'm a
little confused.

Why are we investigating this?

Isn't this FBI terrain?

Uh, it is FBI terrain,

but the security deposit box
belonged to a Veronica Stephens,

a former
Naval Intelligence officer

who now runs CCG,
a management consulting firm

that still does defense contract
work for the Navy.

- The plot thickens.
- Indeed.

Kens, Deeks, why don't you
check out the bank?

Sam, what do you say
about going to Veronica Stephens

and finding out
what's in that box?

Let's do it.

"What's in the box?
What's in the box?!"

(laughs): Hey, remember
when you gave me that box?

Whatever happened
to that thing, huh?

- You lost my box?
- No.

- What?
- You don't know where my box is?

No, of course I know
where the box is.

I was joking. That was a joke.
I was kidding.

Of course I know where your box
is. Like I'm gonna lose the box?

I mean, oh, my God.
Why would I ever...?

Oh, my God.
We'll find it.

- He doesn't know where the box is.
- No, he has no idea.

Casual Monday, gentlemen?

Thought we had
this place sprayed.

KENSI:
Special Prosecutor Rogers.

- What are you doing here?
- It has come to the attention

of those in Washington
that this office requires

some adult supervision.

And perhaps a dress code.

We were in the middle
of working out when we were

called to a case.
- Working out? At work?

Well, this is awkward.

Strength and endurance isn't
required for pushing a pencil,

but it is for being an agent.
- Uh-huh.

And how many hours
would you estimate

that you spend
in the gym each week?

Why weren't we informed
that you were "visiting"?

What?

Spoil the surprise?

In addition
to a retroactive review

of your past cases,
I will be observing

and assessing the performance

of this office.

Hmm, I see.

And how long you
planning on staying?

Until further notice.
But I work fast.

I should be gone by June.

- What?
- Yeah.

Good luck out there.

Excuse me, please.

Well, this officially sucks.

ANDREA:
I'm sorry.

We're closed for business today.

Actually, we're with NCIS.
I'm Special Agent Kensi Blye.

This is my partner,
Detective Marty Deeks.

Oh, sorry about that.

Andrea Nelson, branch manager.

That is, unless I'm fired over
what happened here this morning.

Well, let's hope it
doesn't come to that.

Can you take us in the back

where the robbers stole
the, uh, safety deposit box?

Of course. Follow me.

- Thank you so much.
- Thank you.

Oh.

Oh, wow.

Well, color me impressed.

Did the explosion damage

any of the other
security deposit boxes?

No.

I had each one examined
an hour ago,

and the others
are all completely fine.

Well, these guys obviously knew
exactly what they were doing.

How long did it take
them to pull it off?

They were in and out of here
in under three minutes.

(exhales) That's not even
enough time for LAPD to show up

even if they didn't take
everybody's cell phones

or if someone hit
the silent alarm.

How about you?
Are you doing okay?

- Must have been pretty scary for you.
- Oh, I was terrified.

At least, at first.

But they were so polite.

I'm talking
extremely good manners.

And it turns out there was
nothing to be afraid of, anyway.

Why is that?

Because before the robbers
took off,

they left our cell phones
and their guns behind.

LAPD just told me

that the weapons were all fakes
made of plastic.

And they didn't touch
any of the cash on hand?

They didn't even take anything
from the teller registers.

So, what's in that box?

(elevator bell dinging)

I'm gonna have an aneurysm

if Rogers keeps showing up
at the office every day.

You don't think that's
a little extreme?

No. Not at all.

We run a tight ship, G.
Nothing to worry about.

We both know
Hetty gave us a long leash.

And Granger knew how
to work the system

to keep the bureaucrats
out of our hair.

Yeah, well, maybe he'll
get bored and go home.

Let's at least give
the guy a chance.

Whose side are you on?

It's not always
about you, G.

Uh-huh.

Good morning.
How may I help you?

Agent Callen, Agent Hanna, NCIS.

We're here
to see Veronica Stephens.

Of course. She's expecting you.
Follow me.

Hmm.

(laughing)

Yes. Oh, right, of course.

Right.

Can I get you some water?

We have still, sparkling,
room temp, iced,

lemon, lime, or pink grapefruit.

No. We're good, thanks.

And I promise Capri is on the...

is on the calendar.
(whispers)

All right, we'll talk then.

Mm-hmm. Bye-bye.

God, I'm so sorry about that.

Um, it's Bono.

He's such a sweetheart,
but he's so hard

to get off the phone.
I've heard.

(chuckles)
I'm Agent Callen, this is Agent Hanna.

- We're from NCIS.
- Oh.

Gosh. Is this about
what happened at the bank?

God, I'm so sorry

you guys have been dragged
into this.

- It's not a problem.
- Yes, but I'm sure you have

more important things
you can be doing.

Well, as long as
we're already here,

why don't you start
by telling us

what you were keeping
in that safety deposit box?

Ugh. Gosh, you know, I am...
I'm just so upset about it.

You know, you put things
in the bank for safekeeping

because you're worried that
something might happen to them

at home, and meanwhile,

it all would have been safer
under my mattress.

What would have been safe
under your mattress? What?

My jewelry. Mm.

I mean, the box
was filled

with antiques that have been
in my family for generations.

I don't even think any of it
was particularly valuable,

but, uh, well, the pieces
meant something to me, and...

and now they're gone.

Makes me sad.

I'm sorry.

And the worst part of it is
just... I mean, I-I know

how impossible it's gonna be
to get it all back.

Might get lucky at one

of these local pawnshops
or online auction like eBay.

Yeah.

I'm just sorry
you guys are involved.

I mean, isn't this more
LAPD's job?

Well, we're here in more
of an overlay capacity.

So, do you have any idea
why you were targeted?

I mean, do you have any enemies?

You ever been threatened
by anyone?

Excuse me. Claire?

Claire!

Ah.

Agent Callen and Hanna
would like to know

if I have any enemies.

Oh. Should I bring
them the binder?

I think you should bring them
the binder.

Okay.

What is this?

That's the last 12 months.

So you've been
keeping a record

of all the people that
have been threatening you

for the past 12 months?

Well, let's just say

it kind of goes
with the territory of the job.

Mm. When you advise
on the impact of trade wars and

make the economic argument
to combat climate change,

you tend
to ruffle some feathers.

Apparently.

I mean, I'm only ever trying
to help,

but always end up
pissing someone off.

Any one of these people ever
follow through on a threat?

Never. Always just a lot
of hot air.

You mind if we take
this binder with us?

No. Be my guest.

We keep extra copies around
the office just in case.

And because they're a
great read on a slow day.

(laughs)

Wow. Okay.

(typing)

(buzzer sounds)

(typing)

(buzzer sounds)

(sighs)

I'm not making you
nervous, am I?

No, not at all.

Are you sure?

You know, it's fine,
'cause, um, you know,

we have to keep this room
really cold because

of all the electrical
equipment, and, um,

because you insist
on sitting so very close to me,

I'm kind of benefiting
from that, uh...

that body heat of yours,

so that's a... bonus.

And also, you know,

who am I to stop you
from choosing this chair

as your favorite chair,

out of all the chairs
in the building full of chairs,

when this chair clearly belongs

to my girlfriend
and coworker Nell Jones?

- It's fine.
- Well, all righty then.

Because I'd really love
to start looking through

your team's past cases,

try to establish
patterns of behavior,

calculate the property
damage incurred.

Cool. Well,
look forward to that.

(buzzer sounds)

You know,

I dabble in I.T. myself.

Around the office,

whenever anyone has an
issue, I'm their guy.

Oh, yeah, I-I don't...
I don't really do I.T.

Well, you kind of do.

Um, with all due respect,

Special Prosecutor Rogers,
I know

slightly more
than your average I.T. guy.

- Exactly.
- Yeah.

No, I was being modest.

Why?

Because no one likes
a braggart.

Why?

Because it's not looked upon
favorably by society.

Why?

Eric, Eric,

a little life lesson
free of charge.

It's not bragging if it's true.

(buzzer sounds)

Oh.

So, what's in the box?

- Jewelry.
- Hmm.

Like Heart of the Ocean-type
jewelry?

I don't know
what that is.

Titanic?

The big blue stone
worth millions?

The necklace that
the whole movie was about?

Okay. All right, Sam, that is
not what the movie's about.

- No?
- No!

Titanic is a love story

about the American class system
told through the lens

of the passengers
on an ill-fated ocean liner.

And?

And now
that I'm saying it out loud,

yeah, I guess the necklace did
tie the whole thing together.

Okay, well, I've never seen it,
and, no,

it's nothing like that.
Veronica said

that it was all
family heirlooms

and probably worthless.
- Wow.

Well, if that's the case,

Th robbers are gonna be pretty
upset when they learn that.

- Yeah, no kidding.
- Something's not adding up.

- Huh.
- Agreed.

Nell, why don't you
and Eric look

into Veronica Stephens'
consulting company?

Want to see if
everything they're doing

is actually above board.
- You got it.

This may help.

- What's this about?
- Hate mail.

God.

I mean, when I look at this
stuff, all I can think of is:

how do people have the time?

What a waste.

Okay, here's the record of

everyone who's accessed
their security deposit box.

And if you need

to go back further than this,
I have all the prior books

in storage.
- Thank you. That's very helpful.

All right, there--

Veronica Stephens,
two weeks ago.

Okay, so it looks like

Veronica Stephens came in
a couple weeks ago

to access her
security deposit box.

Sounds about right.

Do you know
who helped her that day?

We're just trying to figure out
if something happened then

that could explain
what happened this morning.

Hold on, Kens.
She came in

a week prior to that.

And there--
what is that? Two weeks

before that.
Interesting.

Well, that doesn't
surprise me.

Veronica's in here all the time.

To do what,
deposit checks or...?

No, to access her deposit box.

You know what?
Actually, we would love

to see those previous log books
if possible.

- Could you grab those?
- Be right back.

Thank you.

So, Veronica Stephens is
accessing her safety deposit box

multiple times a month.

- Which is fine.
- Totally fine.

Unless, of course,
you're sticking to your story

that the only thing in there

is fake antique jewelry
that just sits there.

Ruh-roh.

Hmm. What are you
boys doing in here?

Just working.

He's hiding from Rogers.

I don't know
if "hiding" is the word.

I'd say more like "avoiding."

NELL:
It's cool. I get it.

Rogers took a liking
to my chair,

so I bailed and set myself up
in the gadget room.

- What do you mean you bailed?
- You left Beale

alone in Ops with him?

Um... yes?

Damn.
Nell don't play.

Where's your sense of loyalty?

(chuckles)

In other news,

I found some
interesting information

on Veronica Stephens'
consulting firm.

Shoot.

It looks like CCG has
a pretty creative approach

to accounting that I'm pretty
sure won't hold up to an audit.

How creative?

Oh, you know, some black holes
in the balance sheet here,

some tax evasion there.

Hmm. It's interesting.
The financial crimes part

or the misleading
federal agents part?

No, the fact that

the heist this morning may end
up being a blessing in disguise.

(sighs)
You're right.

I mean,
we never would have looked

into Veronica Stephens' company

if someone hadn't stolen
her security deposit box.

Exactly.

What are you thinking?

I think there are coincidences

and then there are...
coincidences.

I'm just saying.

So you're saying, whoever stole
the security deposit box knew

federal agents were
gonna get involved

and wanted us to
look into her books?

But that's not
what I'm worried about.

I'm worried
that we might be playing

right into someone's hands.

Hmm.

Let's start
at the beginning.

It's a decent place to start.

We need to figure out who stole
Veronica Stephens' security box

from the bank this morning.

And what was in that box.

Why someone wanted us to look

into her consulting firm
in the first place.

And how deep and how far

Veronica's financial crimes
really go.

(both sigh heavily)

That's a lot.

You read my mind.

- Yes, it is.
- But we have climbed

bigger mountains in the past.

Have we, though?
'Cause I'm not really sure that we have.

This is feeling
pretty steep to me.

You know what I mean?
Like, Meru steep.

Have you guys seen Meru?
Oh, it's incredible.

Everything about it's amazing.
And then you realize

that she used to be
married to the other guy.

My mind was like boom!
Meru?

The mountain-climbing documentary?
KENSI: Oh, boy.

You all are taking
another break from this case,

and that's the topic
of this hour's tête-à-tête?

DEEKS:
No. What you overheard,

Rogers, was an analogy.

In long form,
which I tend to do.

I was using the
visualization...

Do you guys
ever get any work done?

All the time.

KENSI:
We're actually

pretty good at it.

We have a
unique process.

And what, if I may ask,

is the next step
in your unique process?

Going back to see
Veronica Stephens. Sam?

Right behind you.

Gentlemen,

I think I'll tag along.

- Ah.
- No.

You have a problem with that?

Hell yeah.

Besides,

I'm driving the
Hellcat today.

There's no back seat, so
even if we wanted to...

KENSI:
Safety first.

Can I get either
of you a tea?

We have mint, Earl Grey,
English breakfast,

red rooibos, and
citrus chamomile.

- Iced or hot.
- We're fine.

And matcha. I always
forget the matcha.

No, thanks.

Okay.

Agents Callen and Hanna.

Didn't expect

to see you again so soon.

You don't already
have news, do you?

Why don't we sit down?

No. Let's do this on our feet.

Wh-What's this about?

Your box.

We want to
know exactly

what was inside it.

I already told you.
We know what you

told us, but we looked
at the bank's logs,

and they say you access

your security box
a couple of times a month.

- And your point is?
- Well, we're just wondering

if maybe you were keeping
something in there

that you failed
to mention to us before.

Agent Callen, I don't appreciate
your tone or...

whatever it is
you're insinuating.

- I'm simply asking questions.
- Which, as far as I'm concerned,

I've already answered.

Now, thank you for your time
and your service, but...

I really ought
to be getting back to work.

Of course.

If you'll
excuse me.

Think she'll lawyer up?

- We'll find out soon enough.
- Hmm.

Hey. You wanted to see us?

Yeah. Hey, check this out.
So I went through

the bank's security footage,
and I noticed this guy.

He showed up every Monday
morning for the last six Mondays

like clockwork.

He never spoke to anyone,
never deposited anything.

- So is he casing the place?
- Yeah, he was probably

counting foot traffic,
so when he'd hit the bank,

it'd be as empty as possible.
Well, no wonder

they got in and out
in under three minutes

and didn't bother
carrying real weapons.

I mean, they thought
of everything.

What we know
about the guy in the video?

Mm, unfortunately, not much.

It's a grainy image.

Looks like a dead end.

That's a bummer.

(chuckles): Just kidding.
I already ran

his picture through facial rec.

He is enjoying a burrito
in Venice as we speak.

I like it.

- - Like that?
Funny.

Little switcheroo.

- It's clever. -Cool.
- So excited

about delivering that to you.

Deuces.

Oh, my God.

KENSI:
Oh. Eleven o'clock. See him?

DEEKS:
Yep, I see him. What's our play?

I could ask him where the
nearest gas station is.

While you're on foot?
That's creepy.

- Also, what Google Maps is for.
- Okay. Well,

then why don't you just go
ask him how his burrito is?

While he's actually eating it?
That's intrusive.

And what Yelp is for.
Oh, my gosh.

Okay, maybe I just go and
ask him what his number is.

While he's just sitting there?

(laughing):
That's super sketchy.

- And also literally what Tinder is for.
- Okay, I think you and I

both know that that is
not what Tinder is for.

I don't know
what to tell you.

I think the Interweb
has made our jobs impossible.

KENSI: It doesn't matter.
He's on the move.

DEEKS:
Hey, Greg?

Hey! No.
Federal agents!

Stop!

Oh! Sorry, I need this.

I'll bring it right back!
I'm a federal agent!

Federal agents!

Oh, God. Sorry.
I got to go save the world.

Sorry.

Oh, hey-hey, Ba-ta-ha,
Ba-ta-hey, Ba-ta-ha.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh! Okay.

Sorry. Oh, oh, okay, sorry.
(clamoring)

(baby crying) Sorry, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry. Hi, kids.

Come on. Don't do drugs.

Oh, where are
my wrist guards

when I need 'em?
(exclaims)

Look out! What?!

Oh! I know it looks like he's

my friend--
he's not my friend! I'm sorry!

You son of a bitch.

(grunts)

All right.

Nice and easy.

Wow!

Skateboard. Good call.
Where'd you get that?

Oh, you know,

just asked a guy for his number.

Touché.

I went down some steps.

It was pretty awesome.

(chuckles)

(phone ringing)

I'm not a horrible person, am I?

CALLEN:
Well, it depends.

Is Eric still fending
for himself?

- Eh, maybe.
SAM: You know what?

I respect that.

Yeah, exactly.
I am doing this for Eric.

This is a completely
selfless act on my behalf.

What doesn't kill you
makes you stronger, am I right?

It's too far, way too far.

Yeah, I kind of felt bad.

I mean, I could
hear myself saying it,

and I was like, "Ooh, so 2011,"

but then I just couldn't stop.

We think Veronica Stephens
may be hiding something.

That could be why CCG is
using creative accounting.

Why don't you go through
her company's projects

and try to figure out
what it is?

Wait, isn't that exactly what
the robbers would want us to do?

SAM:
Maybe.

We'll deal with that later.

You got it.

One order of dark corporate
skeletons coming right up.

Okay. Thanks, Eric.
(clears throat)

All right, Greg.

(clears throat)
Hold on.

How'd you know my name?

What?

(laughs): That's not
even the impressive part.

You see, it's
on this driver's license.

You know, the one
you just gave me.

But how'd you know it was mine?

Your picture's on it.

DEEKS:
Oh, my God, Kensi,

how hard did you
hit him in the head?

Oh, she didn't hit my head at all.

You know what, let me see
if I get your story straight.

So, you dropped out
of high school in Florida

because you took one drama class
and you figured, "Well,

"Clooney did it,
so I'm gonna ride my looks

all the way to Hollywood."

That seems like an
excellent life plan.

What could possibly go wrong?
So you leave behind

everybody you know and love
to come out here to act,

but the only jobs
you've actually gotten

are just lame
bartending jobs.

Moonshine Cantina?

- Well, they were hiring.
- But this is not the reason

you're handcuffed
to the back of my car.

It's not?

Where were you
this morning, Gregory?

I don't know.

Sleeping?
How early we talking?

Were you at the Westwood branch
of the Trust National?

No.

We know you're casing the place

every single Monday 'cause
your pretty little face is

all over the security footage.
- Casing the place?

No. I may have been there
the past few Mondays,

but not today.

So, what were you doing there?

Counting.

That's it. They wanted me
to hang out at the bank

and tell them
how many people showed up.

And what time the tellers
got their coffee.

Who did?

I don't know.
It was all done over text.

I'll tell you one thing, though,
easiest Mission Monkey gig

I ever got.

Mission Monkey?

Okay. Well, this
has obviously been

a giant misunderstanding,

and for that I
profusely apologize.

Feel better?

Hey, look, Gregory.

Right there. A squirrel!
Look at that.

- Okay.
- Hi.

I can go?

Either that,
or you can stay here

and we can keep
asking you questions.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

(clears throat)

Okay, so...

somebody hired Greg to go
to the bank and count people

and then most likely text them
to an untraceable burn phone.

Now, he's either
telling the truth

and didn't know anything
about the robbery from the beginning...

Or we can track him,

and he's gonna lead us
straight to the snake's head.

What'd you find?

Well, CCG does a lot
of off-book business

with countries that
are, let's just say,

patrium non gratain the U.S.

Okay, so what are we talking?
North Korea? The Russians?

Iran.

Veronica Stephens
has been doing

consulting for them for years.

Well, I bet the Navy
doesn't know about that.

No, they wouldn't keep hiring
her as a defense consultant.

And there's more.
We found a pattern.

Every time CCG does
defense work for the Navy,

Veronica deposits $75K
into her personal bank account.

Hmm. Maybe she's selling
government secrets.

And been doing it under our noses
the entire time.

You guys managed to exercise,
discuss documentary films,

and identify an alleged traitor
to the United States.

And it's not even lunch.

Bravo.

Bravo.

Look at her.
She doesn't even seem nervous.

Veronica Stephens
is a traitor.

I'm sure she made peace with
her politics a long time ago.

Yeah, you're
probably right.

I still don't like that we
don't know who's behind this.

That makes two of us.

I get wanting to
take her down.

But whoever set this
thing in motion,

whoever was behind that
robbery this morning,

I don't believe they
think this thing ends

with her being led
away in handcuffs.

There's got to be
more to this.

Let's go see what she
thinks about your theory.

SAM:
Let's do it.

CALLEN:
All right.

Anything you want to get off
your chest before we begin?

(door closes)
SAM: Mm.

You sure you don't want
to get out in front of this?

Well, actually, it may
be too late for that.

Yeah, you're right.

How long has it been?
How many years?

- How many years has it been since what?
- Since you've been selling

government secrets to Iran.

(sighs)

You know, I tried to warn you.

You tried to warn us?

Several times.

I'm sorry...
I told you

that LAPD could handle this

and that there was no reason
for NCIS to get involved.

Why is that?

Because I didn't want it
to come to this.

SAM: You didn't want
it to come to this?

No kidding.

You didn't want to get caught.

Easy there, tiger.

You seem

surprisingly unfazed
by all this.

Well, thank you.

I didn't mean that
as a compliment.

Well, I'm taking it
as one,

because I'm a professional.

SAM:
Professional what?

Traitor?

CIA officer.

And, Agents Callen and Hanna,

I haven't been selling
government secrets to Iran.

I have been risking my life
to feed them bad Intel

since I was 26 years old.

There's our guy.

♪ ♪

Sweet, sweet Greg is very angry.

Could be 'cause he knows more
about the bank robbery

than he's letting on.

And maybe she's a part of it.

Do you recognize her?

No.

But I bet Eric and Nell
can figure out who she is

faster than you can say
"Moonshine Cantina."

You're a tease, Veronica.

CALLEN: I thought we
had an actual spook

in our little boatshed here.

SAM: Yeah.
Spoke to the CIA.

They deny they ever
worked with you.

Well, of course
they did.

It's the CIA.
Which is why we spoke

to our contact. He's
never heard of you either.

Yeah, well,
that doesn't surprise me.

Yeah? Why is that?

You spoke
with Vostanik Sabatino,

am I right?

Gentlemen,
Sabatino doesn't know me

from Monica Lewinsky.

I spent the last
decade working

outside the Agency, on my own.
- Well, isn't that convenient?

Veronica, who do you think
stole your safety deposit box

this morning?
I don't know.

But whoever it was knew
I worked for the CIA.

Why do you say that?

Because that safe deposit box

was the only link I had
to the Agency.

It was where I collected
my assignments

and delivered my Intel.

So what was really in the box?

I don't know.

I was supposed to go to the bank
this morning at 11:00

to collect my next assignment.

Now, whoever did this

knew it was gonna be waiting
there and beat me to it.

Well, this is quite a story
you're spinning.

I don't know what I'm
supposed to believe.

On the one hand, you could
be telling the truth.

Maybe you're above
Sabatino's pay grade at the CIA.

Which isn't hard.

Which is why
he didn't know who you were.

Maybe you really are
selling secrets to Iran

and you're playing us.

Or maybe you're just

a pawn for whoever set
this case in motion.

That's a lot
of maybes, G.

You're telling me.

♪ ♪

(phone rings)

Eric, hit me
with something good.

Our mystery woman
is Nour Abar.

She's been living in Los Angeles
for the past five years.

What about
before that?

NELL:
Well, she was born and spent

her entire life in Saudi...
- Saudi Arabia.

- Oh.
NELL: Sir.

You stole my line, sir.

You're right.

I got caught up
in the moment,

for which I apologize.

And now you know
how it feels.

(chuckles)
DEEKS: Well, all you kids

are guilty of burying the lede.

ERIC: All right. Touché.
Okay,

if Nour Abar and Greg
are standing here,

arguing about the bank heist
this morning...

DEEKS: Which, based on their
body language, they clearly are.

Then it could mean
that Saudi Arabia's

actually behind the heist.

ERIC:
Which could

also mean they're
the ones who wanted us

to look into Veronica
Stephens' company.

And figure out that she was
selling government secrets

to Iran.
NELL: It makes sense.

Saudi Arabia and Iran have been
in a bitter rivalry for decades.

Exposing something like this
could tip the scales.

Well, and make the cold war
in the Middle East

burning hot.

DEEKS:
You seeing what I'm seeing here?

ERIC:
Guys,

what's going on?

KENSI:
Wait, was that a syringe?

Agent Blye, Detective Deeks,

is everything all right?

It most definitely
is not all right.

Hold on a second.

ROGERS:
Detective Deeks,

what is your status?

Oh, my Lincoln.

Bingo.

What's got you two worked up?

Those guys who pulled off
the heist this morning,

we think
they're from Saudi Arabia.

Which is why
they wanted us to find out

about your backroom dealings
with the Iranians

and go wide with it.
- No.

- Oh, yeah.
- You still haven't told us

what was stolen from
your deposit box.

The Saudis aren't
going through

all this 'cause they want
to create world peace.

- Because I don't know.
- Luckily,

they think you're just
a corrupt traitor.

They don't know you're CIA and
you're giving bad Intel to Iran.

CALLEN: That's assuming,
of course, that you are CIA

and this isn't just
another one of your lies.

(sighs)

- What can I do to help?
-Oh, believe me,

you've already done enough.

No, actually,
there is one thing.

Give us the name
of your Iranian contact.

- Gentlemen...
- If the Saudis

find him by what's in the box,

they're gonna kill him.

I suppose we could hand her over
to our allies

at the Saudi consul, see
if they want to question her.

Oh, yeah. That's a great idea.

You get a free trip
to Riyadh,

stuffed inside
several diplomatic pouches.

His name is Farzan.

He works at the dry cleaners
down on Wilshire and La Brea.

I'll send a security detail
there now.

(line ringing)

(door opens)

Talk to me.

ERIC: I got eyes on a van
and a motorcycle.

Both headed toward

the Warehouse District.

Kensi and Deeks
are in active pursuit.

All right,
we're on our way.

I looked at the schematics,

and the Hellcat does have
a back seat.

- For kids.
- I'll squeeze.

♪ ♪

(tires screeching)

Hold on.
Watch it.

Damn it!

Kensi, watch it.

They just threw
a smoke bomb?

(tires screeching)

Eric, you got eyes on the van?
We lost it.

Hold on a second, there's
some kind of signal delay.

DEEKS:
Hello.

Yeah, okay.

Oh, no, you didn't.
(shouts)

Kens, gun!

(tires screeching)

Go, Beale, talk to me!
All right,

I got eyes on the van.

It's moving toward you,
one block over.

- Where are Callen and Sam?
- Almost there.

Get...
Is that a real almost there,

like a minute away,
or like an L.A. almost there,

like 15 minutes away?

You called?

It's about time
you showed up.

KENSI: Van is one block north.
- On it.

Rogers, you doing
okay back there?

I'm cool.

You don't have
to do this to impress me.

(chuckles)

DEEKS:
Whoa.

Kens.

(screams)

SAM:
We got eyes on the van.

(tires screeching)

Ooh.

No.

Eric, we need
an ambulance.

(groans)

- Kens, you good?
- Yeah, yeah, we're good!

Oh, what happened?

(pants)

Well, of course, you're fine.

Who's there? Where am I?
(grunts)

Wait a minute.

Guys?

SAM:
What?

You're never gonna believe this.

Wow.

The Saudis never
even opened it.

That's because it was never
about what was in the box.

It was about
convincing Americans

that Iran had a spy
in the government.

To make sure we stayed
on Saudi Arabia's side.

Hmm. You think this was

an official Saudi operation?

We're gonna find out who
they were working for.

One of the...

robbers is expected
to make a full recovery.

So,

what's in the box?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Look, I'm sorry that, uh,

I wasn't more up front
with you before.

We understand.

You had a cover to protect.

Which I am grateful
that you didn't tear apart.

Well, you're
gonna need it.

It's very clear

there's a leak in your agency.

And my guess would be
that it's a lot bigger

than what happened today.

Which means heads
are gonna roll.

And somehow NCIS has been
dragged in the middle of it.

Yeah, well...

What?

I mean...

I did try to warn you.

(sighs)

You did.

(chuckles)

- Love it.
- Hey! - Hey!

- Boys!
- You made it!

What do you think?
Soak it in.

- That shark is awesome.
- Right? - Right?

(chuckles)
Really ties the room together.

Where is Eric?
You two okay?

Oh. Yeah. We found out, uh,

Rogers is a real
Fortnite freak,

so they're geeking
out up in Ops.

So you're telling me right now
Rogers is playing video games

on government property,

on the taxpayers' dime?

Mm, technically, no,

because it was after hours

and he grabbed his own console
from his car.

- Of course he did.
- All right, so,

what are we drinking?

I think we should start
with some beers.

Yeah, are they cold?

God, I hope so. I bought
that fridge on Craigslist.

"Are they cold?"
Are they cold?

One for you.
For you.

Yeah, they're cold.

Nice.
(chuckles)

- Cheers, y'all.
- Cheers! - Cheers.

Congrats, guys.

Well done.
Mmm. Mmm!

Mmm!
Mmm.

So, Deeks, what are you
calling the place?

It's good.

Uh, glad you asked.
So glad you asked. - Mm...

- Been doing a lot of workshopping.
- Mm-hmm.

And so far I've
come up with...

the Blowhole.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

NELL: Yikes.
SAM: Wow.

KENSI: It's a work in progress.
DEEKS: Is it?

I thought
that was pretty great.

CALLEN: Blowhole.
DEEKS: Blowhole.

(Kensi laughing)
Come down to the Blowhole.

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