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Previously on
NCIS...

Bye, Mike.

Ziva, I have to work
outside the country.

For how long?

Levin.

Before Dr. Mallard
begins the autopsy,

I'd like a moment
to pay my respects.

I'm giving my resignation
to the president

as soon as this is over.

Dr. Vance, I'm authorizing
Agent DiNozzo access

to sensitive,
compartmented information.

None of your other team members
need to know. Is that clear?

Actually, Clay,
I'm a little concerned.

"Secretary Jarvis"
when we're talking shop.

Take a look.

That's who
you're handling.

Hey, I came as soon
as I could.

Yeah, sorry it's late.

Status?

He was found unconscious.

Single gunshot wound to
the chest, concussion.

I assume he defended himself.

Got off two rounds.

So he shot the son of a bitch?

Maybe.

- What does "maybe" mean?
- Maybe means maybe.

There was a lot
of blood left behind.

The shooter's body was gone.

- You want me to talk to him?
- Yeah.

Gibbs, not that I don't love a
good monosyllabic conversation.

It's oddly endearing.

It's just that it's after
midnight, I'm a little fuzzy.

Talk to him about what?

You're the doc, Doc.

I got you some coffee.

Ah. Dr. Kate's, uh...
sister, huh?

Surprise, surprise.
What are you doing here?

Can I get you something
from the bar?

Little, uh, appletini,
or lime Jell-O shots?

Those are good.

Well, it's good
to see you haven't lost

your sense of humor, Agent DiNozzo.

- I thought you said he was shot.
- Yeah.

I didn't say they
were successful.

I'm gonna let
you two talk.

DiNozzo, I'll get
your clothes.

Thank you, boss.

So, you're okay?

I'm not dead.

Looks like
the vest saved your life.

You could say
I'm well-invested.

Invest we trust.

Go vest, young man.

You fired two rounds
from your gun.

Casings were recovered,
slugs weren't.

There was blood
at the scene, but

no body.

I ain't got nobody.

Are you done?

Done with what?

The nervous responses.

I guess I'm a little...
rattled.

Acknowledgment is
the first step to recovery.

We're making some progress.

So, who'd you shoot,
Agent DiNozzo?

You got pizza, boss?

Something wrong?

It's not yours.

You shot another NCIS agent?

I... uh...

I need your help.

I don't know. I...

can't remember any of it.

♪ NCIS 9x01 ♪
Nature of the Beast
Original air date on September 20, 2011

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Sure you should be
walking around, DiNozzo?

He hasn't stopped fidgeting
since I got here.

I do have some stuff on my mind.

There's an epiphany.

I remember...

I had orders.

From whom?

SECNAV.

I didn't ask you.

I'm trying to help here.

You can't remember
who the badge belongs to?

I have no idea.

Is the rest of your team
accounted for, Gibbs?

It's the middle
of the night.

I'm still waiting
for answers.

You discharged your
weapon at someone, Tony.

That's not to be
taken lightly.

Who was it?

I'd tell you if I could.

He's blocked it.

Short-term memory loss

is a protective
response to trauma.

We know Agent DiNozzo

has killed before,

but if he ended the life
of another NCIS agent,

someone close, in addition
to the concussion,

that would explain the lapse.

It's temporary.

Most likely.

Sorry, boss. I...

was following orders.

Not following my orders.

- That's not fair, Gibbs.
- It's the truth.

You know, Agent DiNozzo and
I need a little time alone.

Would you mind?

Hey, knock yourself out.

No pun intended.

Okay, now, where were we?

Tell me about
your assignment.

From the beginning.

Next up on number one.

You ever play golf
before, DiNozzo?

Of course, Mr. Secretary.

Yeah, you know,
as a kid with my...

with my father, on holiday.

That explains a lot.

It's a game about patience.

Taking every element
into account.

Just when you think
you're in control, you're not.

Are we gonna talk in metaphor
for the rest of the round, sir?

'Cause, if so, I'm gonna need
a few more beers.

You shoot from the hip.

You know, it's
part of the reason

I chose you for
this assignment.

What's the other part?

You know what it takes
to be a good agent.

You don't mind getting
your hands dirty.

In that respect, NCIS
has been good for you.

Been?

Well, no disrespect to
Director Vance or Agent Gibbs,

but we have a situation,

and it's our job
to deal with it.

Well, I'm sure the rest of
the team could be helpful, sir.

I didn't ask the rest
of the team, DiNozzo.

I asked you.

You saw the photo.

You know who the problem is.

Make it happen.

And did the rest of
your team suspect

that you were on a
secret assignment?

No, not at first.

Just business as usual.

Another e-mail to Ray?

I know he's on a classified
mission and that he is busy.

I also know
that if he reads an e-mail,

it could risk disclosing
his location.

- But?
- But...

just because I write them does
not mean he has to read them.

Unless he's on a secure system.

Then they will,

perhaps, make him smile.

I think I got something else

that's gonna
make you smile, "Ziver."

Congratulations.

You're now a
journeyman agent.

My probation is officially over?

Done and done.

Congrats, Special Agent David.

I will carry this
with tremendous pride.

Carry what? Ray's stones
in a Mason jar?

Aw, probie no more.

Good for you.

Who am I gonna pick on now?

I'm sure you will find something
else to pick on me about.

In the meantime, Tony,
we are now equals.

Equals, huh?

Careful what you ask for.

Tonight we should all go out
and celebrate.

You mean a wetting down?

No, there is no wedding.

I mean, Palmer's not getting
married till next spring.

It's called a
"wetting down," David.

Means you're paying.

Oh, then we should go
somewhere fun.

I know a fun gaming lounge.

3-D PS2 on a 60-inch plasma.

Or not.

And what do you think, Tony?

I think I'll take a rain check.

I've got some homework to do.

But, uh, you have
some fun, David.

You've earned it.

How's your vision, DiNozzo?

20-20, boss.

Why?

Oh, Vance tells me
Jarvis needs your help.

Better keep your eyes open.

Back of my head,
as always, boss.

Learned from the best.

You haven't
learned everything.

I'd have told him
to forget it.

What do you know
about Jarvis?

Smart. Seems like
he means business.

You trust him?

Don't we have to?

You know, I became a cop

because I thought
the lines were clear--

good and bad,

right and wrong.

The lines blur?

Funny how that happens.

You gonna tell me
what's on your mind?

Just doing my job, boss.

Shooters,
you may commence firing.

Just doing my job.

Walk me through what happened
from the end of May to now.

Hmm.

I was given an order
to handle a situation.

And by "handle,"
you mean kill someone?

If it came down to that, yeah.

Taking a life is lot
of responsibility.

Do you consider yourself
an accountable person?

Very.

And yet, this
happened.

How did the order
present itself?

Through a...

Through a photograph.

Of whom?

Well, sweetheart,
if I could remember that,

we wouldn't be here, would we?

I'm not your sweetheart.
Try harder.

I am trying.

I know there's probably
something you're not mentioning.

Try again, Tony.

I know you can.

You don't know anything
about me.

Oh, actually,
I know quite a lot.

From Kate...
to Jeanne Benoit

to the complexities of your
relationship with Agent David.

Don't think I had forgotten

about that kid in
Baltimore, either.

I need to know what I did.

Then let's start
with the photo.

I des...

I destroyed it.

Destroying more pictures from
your dirty collection, Tony?

Well, Miss Shiny New
Badge of Courage,

the answer to
that is no.

Unlike you, flashing
your new badge

at every Tom, Dick,
and Joe Friday

who's willing to look,

I've been doing my job.

What job is that?

Rumor has it you've been given
a new assignment.

Will you be
traveling, too?

Well, I have put in
some time for my vacation.

You never know--
maybe our paths will cross.

Ah!

Where you going?

You know, there's a new app
that tells you

where every Cracker Barrel
in the country is.

I'm going to Central America
to meet an old friend.

Central America.

That's nice-- the land
of tropical martinis

and string bikinis.

Tell me, does CI Ray know
about this "old friend"?

It is a woman, Tony.

She is someone very dear to me
and, uh... I need her advice.

Ray has nothing to worry about.

I do not know what
you are investigating...

and I do not need to know,

but ever since we lost
Levin and Franks

and EJ left...

NCIS has been through a lot.

We have been
through a lot.

We need some time.

We... as in you and me?

That's not what I meant.

Oh... well, what did
you mean then, Ziva?

All I'm saying is...
look out for yourself.

Please?

You must have sensed

that they were
concerned about you.

I'm sure they were.

Everyone was in the dark,

trying to put
the puzzle together.

Something is gnawing
at me, Jethro,

and as you know,
I am not one to gnaw.

Well, shoot, Duck.
What is it?

Well, you, your agents,
Abby, even Director Vance--

we work together
as a cohesive unit.

We have no secrets
from one another

because there
cannot be any.

That is why we succeed.

Well, yeah, that's
the way it works, Duck.

So?

Well, I noticed something

when I did Agent
Levin's autopsy--

a small postmortem
incision

made with a nonsurgical blade.

You saying that someone else
cut him other than you?

I took the liberty
of downloading

the Autopsy
security images

from the day that
Levin was killed.

Special Agent Barrett

asked for time
alone with the body

so she could say
her good-byes.

That's a hell
of a good-bye, Duck.

She cut him
with her pocketknife.

Yes.

It seems that EJ and
you share an affinity

for retractable weaponry.

She taking something
out of his arm?

Yes.

That's what
astounded me.

Agent Levin had a small
microchip of some sort

embedded in his arm.

- Any idea why?
- Well, that's

where my expertise
ends and yours begins.

Timing of DiNozzo's mission
could explain it.

Well, you said it, not I.

Why do I bother having a door?

When were you going to tell me
about this thing with DiNozzo?

Agent DiNozzo is following
orders given directly to him

by Secretary Jarvis.

He's my responsibility, Leon.

No, he's my responsibility,
and if I'm willing, so are you.

How well do you know Jarvis?

I've known Clayton Jarvis
for almost 20 years.

I've trusted him
with my life.

People change.

I hope you're not questioning
the SECNAV's authority.

Jarvis can do
what he wants.

It's his navy.

It's his navy...

it's my team.

Okay... he starts to turn
the picture over... there.

Go two frames back.

See, that looks
like a woman to me.

No, it doesn't.

It looks like a hairy pirate

with a moustache.

You mean, Tony's assignment
is to kill Johnny Depp?

- I like Johnny Depp.
- This isn't working.

Well, it is too grainy,
I cannot see anything.

I don't feel comfortable doing this.

I know, we're spying
on family.

Well, sometimes
we must cross boundaries

to protect those
we care about.

Well, hypothetically,

what if Ray was Tony's target?

Okay...

though I am confident
it is not Ray,

we should prepare ourselves
for the unexpected.

I hope it isn't anyone we know.

Mr. Ambassador,
it was a pleasure,

and please give your wife
my regards.

Sir.

I look forward to seeing you...
Sir.

Not now, Gibbs.

I'm going straight from
here to a charity--

- Sir... you're using one of my people
- Call my office

- without my knowledge.
- and schedule an appointment.

They're my people
too, Gibbs.

Yes, sir, but we function
as a team.

If you remove one,
everything changes.

Director Vance told me
to expect some push-back

from you, but you're being
borderline disrespectful.

That a compliment, sir?

You'll get DiNozzo back
when I'm done with him.

What if he doesn't
make it back?

Sounds like you
know more about

this mission than
you should, Gibbs.

No, sir, I've just been
there many times myself.

Stop that car!

Felix!

- Call an ambulance.
- It's okay.

Oh, my God, Felix.

He's a friend.

Well, your friend's dead,
Mr. Secretary.

You think this has anything
to do with it?

Mr. Palmer,

what do you suppose
the SECNAV is saying to them?

Well, if I were him,
I'd be asking how

to get blood
out of a $200 white dress shirt.

See, it's all about
oxygenating the stain.

My mother used
to use club soda,

but my uncle
preferred Perrier

with a dash of...

Um, the incision--

they're probably talking
about the incision.

Well, it's in exactly
the same location

as Agent Levin's.

Captain Wright was
a highly decorated naval officer

and a valued member
of the DOD.

Make this investigation
a priority.

You could start with the
incision in his arm.

NCIS Special
Agent Levin

had one, too.

There will be no discussion
of Captain Wright's death

with anybody outside
this core group.

Do I need to repeat myself?

No, sir.

Your timing is impeccable.

I got the answer
I was looking for.

On the DL,

ask Agents McGee and David

to find the thread
that links Wright to Levin.

And the microchip?

I wish I knew.

Did Gibbs notice you weren't
at the hotel?

Well, missing a crime scene
never goes over well,

but I was already
on the mission.

What did you say to him?

I didn't.

He knew I wasn't there.

Gibbs sees everything, you know.

And where were you in
your assignment at this point?

I don't know.

You know, when my mom died,
we were in a room like this.

I remember 'cause there
was a movie playing--

Angels with Dirty Faces.

Michael Curtiz.

These two kids
growing up together.

Bogie's priest.

Cagney...

the mobster searching
for answers.

Life's crossroads.

We all make decisions,

some smarter
than others.

Pieces weren't fitting together.

I had to talk to Agent Barrett.

Why?

She the one
in the photograph?

The thing about chasing
a federal agent--

they know how to disappear.

She was careful about
not leaving a paper trail.

Not careful enough.

Kiawah Island, huh?

Nice. Beachy.

Hello, Tony, how are you?

Working.

Looks like you are, too.

There's someone I need
to see-- friend of a friend.

Is it about the microchip
you took out of Levin's arm?

We need to talk.

I can't,
not till I get back.

I don't know what
you're mixed up in,

but people are
looking for you, okay?

People who don't have
the same personal investment

as yours truly.

I made a promise
to someone, Tony,

and now I need
to fulfill it.

I made a promise
to someone, too--

a promise I fully
intend to keep.

You took something, EJ,

something that's causing
people a lot of concern.

Is that why you're here?

And they want it back.

It's not mine to give.

You have an option here,
but you have to trust me.

And what if I can't?

Then I can't help you.

While I was getting deeper
into my assignment, I knew

Gibbs wouldn't be letting up,

trying to figure out what
Wright and Levin had in common.

Anything, McGee?

Uh, plenty.

After weeks
of navigating red tape,

I think I finally got
through the government firewall

connecting Levin to Wright.

Yeah. And...?

Both men used to be
Office of Naval Intel.

ONI isn't in Levin's file.

All the details
were redacted.

Both apparently worked for the
Director of Special Operations,

a civilian named
Sean Latham.

Latham leads a
secret armada

of spy vessels called
the Watcher Fleet.

Watchers are loaded
with billions in surveillance.

They constantly
are monitoring terrorist

and anti-military activity.

Spying on the spies.

After their time at ONI,

Agent Levin was
transferred here,

and Captain Wright went
to the Pentagon.

Gotta wonder what's
on those microchips.

Yeah.

And who'd kill for 'em.

Is this what Tony's
wrapped up in?

Special Agent Gibbs?

Yeah. What can I do for you?

Agent Stratton, FBI.

Busy night, huh?

Burning the wick
at both ends.

Yeah, that's what coffee's for.

Can I help you
with something, Stratton?

Yeah. Uh, Special
Agent Anthony DiNozzo.

We got wind he
may have been

involved in an altercation
with another federal agent.

Can you verify that?

No.

Well, is Agent DiNozzo a
patient in this hospital or not?

Well, being a patient doesn't
mean he did anything wrong.

Well...

we'll be the judge of that.
- No, you won't.

Anything happened, this case
would have been handed over

to my IG for a
2B investigation.

I want to talk to him.

There was an accident.

He had a head injury.

I heard he was shot.

Man, I tell you, you're just
chock full of all kinds of

bad information, Stratton.

Go home.
Sorry you got out of bed.

So, what happened

after she decided
to leave with you?

She was being evasive,

and I needed answers.

People know you took
the microchip. Why?

Because Levin
told me to.

Because if anything
happened to him,

I swore I'd get it
to the right person

before it fell into
the wrong hands.

What's on it?

I honestly have no idea.

You're lying.

All I did was
make a promise.

To who? The highest bidder?

Is that what this is about?

You're selling information?

Who were you going to see?

No one.

I need to know the truth, EJ.

Navy Captain Felix Wright.

He's been out
of the country.

No. He's dead.

Go! Get in the
car, EJ! Go!

Stay down!

Did you see 'em?

How many?

Hold on.

So Barrett was
the one in the photo.

The traitor.

I didn't say that.

They wanted
their chip back.

Barrett took it.
They tried to kill her.

They were shooting
at both of us.

You're defending her.

EJ...

needed my help.

Why do you think
you keep getting involved

with dysfunctional women?

What?!

Well, the women you date

are, well... messed up.

I date all kinds of women.

You know, I think
you're drawn to them

because you want to help them.

I am drawn to them because,
usually, they're pretty hot.

Tony, admit it.

You like hot girls
who carry guns.

Who doesn't like hot girls
who carry guns?

Which brings us back
to Agent Barrett.

Of course it does.

Oh, I see what
you did there.

That was tricky.

You really like
these head games, don't you?

You did that on purpose.

Anger releases endorphins,

and endorphins can jog
all sorts of memories.

In the case file, Jarvis gave me
some information about...

...microchips.

Now that we know about
Wright and Levin's

Naval Intel connection,

I did a little digging
of my own.

When implanted
under the flesh,

microchips can leave behind
metal hydride corrosion.

High-tech rust.
Look what I figured out.

That it hurt.

Well, yeah,
but based on the level

of metallic decomp Ducky found,
I was able to determine

that the chips
were implanted

at approximately
the same time.

Both in the left arm, both
in the same position, and both

functioning as low-emitting
radiofrequency I.D. tags.

They were access chips.

Electronic door-openers.

Gibbs, this is
Sean Latham,

ONI's Director
of the Watcher Fleet.

I didn't know
if you guys really existed.

Flesh and blood.

Normally, we wouldn't
be discussing an ONI program,

but we have a situation.

And I just lost a
dear friend. Sean?

Gayne Levin and Felix Wright
worked for me

as a part of a program
called Phantom Eight--

an eight-man squad that tried
to preemptively influence

international acts of terrorism.

Stop 'em before they happen.

Each operative was tagged
with a microchip,

a pass key, giving them access,

worldwide,
to the Watcher database.

Wave your arm over
a secure laptop, download

classified information

our enemies would
pay top dollar for.

When Levin was killed,

ONI's intention was
to remove his chip immediately.

Unfortunately, one of your
agents got to him first.

And you think Agent Barrett
is in it to make a profit?

We don't want
to risk finding out.

Why are you
sharing this with me?

We now believe

she's working internally...
with someone else.

You want to know who.

We're already looking, Gibbs.

Find her,

find the stolen microchips.

It's a matter
of national security.

Hi, Gibbs.

Boss, we need
your help.

Mm-hmm.

After you cook dinner.

So I'm sittin' there

and I'm... you know,
I'm on my third tequila,

I'm not in good shape,
and Franks is, like,

12 sheets to the wind,

when all of a sudden,
the door swings open,

and standing there are
the three deadliest drug dealers

in all of Mexico,
and you know what Franks does?

He turns to the bartender,
and he says...

"Cervezas for my amigos.

"If I'm dead,

put it on my tab, probie."

His family's here now.

It's good to
have 'em close.

You know
what you got there, Barrett?

Nope.

I don't want to, either.

You were supposed
to give it to Wright.

Now what do we do?

Figure out who it belongs to?

Jarvis?

You think?

You don't trust anyone,

do you, Gibbs?
- Yeah, I do.

I just make 'em earn it.

The only people I trusted
were the men on my team.

Well...

I'm starting to worry about
the big guy in all of this.

Cade?

- Yeah.
- Why?

Cade and Levin were tight.

Maybe he knew too much.

Get him back here.

You in contact?

Not since we left.

Try.

So that's when you realized

you couldn't do this alone?

I trust these
people with my life.

Like family.

No.

Not my family.

My family is... way
less dependable.

You should meet my
father sometime.

It would explain a lot.

I'd like that.

He'd like that,
too, I think.

NCIS is...

part of who I am.

And yet you took an assignment

that resulted
in the death of another agent...

the very people you say
you trust with your life?

You're contradicting yourself.

Wouldn't be
the first time.

I'm sorry.

Am I interrupting?

Who are you?

Didn't Gibbs
tell you I was here?

I'm Agent Stratton,

FBI.

I apologize.
I-I didn't realize

Agent DiNozzo
was with anyone.

And you are...?

His doctor.

Whoa.

Look at me, interrupting
with a doctor's work.

I'm just so glad to see
you're alive, Agent DiNozzo.

Thanks.

It's a miracle, really,
and thank heaven.

Well, you and I can talk later,
if that's all right

with you, Doc.

I'm calling Agent Gibbs.

Now is clearly the wrong time.

The doctor is in, so I'm out.

Take care of
yourself, pal.

Okay?

So, Tony...
what happened next?

Well, I knew it was time
to resurface,

time to come in and see
what surfaced with me.

Here you go.

Tony, you've been
off the grid for weeks.

You miss me,
McWorry-wart?

I was busy doing my job.

Well, we were concerned.

We? I see.

Yes, Tony, I
expressed curiosity.

Even though you're
more than capable

of taking care of yourself.

You and Ray are cut
from the same quilt.

Cloth.

Oh, don't interrupt her,
boss-- she's on a roll.

Of course.

Makes total sense...

...since EJ's the
one you are after.

She's the one in the
photograph, is she not?

You know I can't answer that.

Gibbs.

McGee. Somebody help.

Abbs.

Route my cell phone
to the plasma.

Tapping into the WiFi now.

It's Cade. He just
sent me this message.

Something's happened.
He is in trouble.

You gotta help me, Abb.

I don't know what to do here.

Someone's after me.

I just spoke to Fornell
about Agent Stratton.

Know him?

Doc, can you give us a minute.

All right.

I'll go get my sixth cup of
coffee for the evening.

Lightweight.

Ruin all my hard work
and I'll kill you.

Copy that.

Brass from your weapon.

We found it in the alley.

I told you, boss, I...

Just shut up and listen,
DiNozzo.

Abby's running DNA from
spatter found at the scene.

In addition
to your blood,

there were two
other types found.

Two?

Three people
altogether, DiNozzo.

I know this is hard,
but I need to know

who you were handling.

Great playing with you, Brian.

All right.
I'll see you again.

Been waiting long,
DiNozzo?

Permission to speak
candidly, Mr. Secretary?

Go for it.

This mission blows.

Oh, I'm sorry
you're disappointed.

Rule number one
in Washington politics--

don't take work
personally.

I know a few rules,
too, sir.

Such as?

Never
believe what you're told.

What are you insinuating?

Don't waste good.

In other words, I'm wasting
your precious time?

And then, of course, there's
my favorite rule number 36:

If you feel like you're being
played, you probably are.

What do you want?

I want you to take me
off this assignment.

I can't do that.

I feel like I'm too close.

That's the sacrifice.

Nature of the beast.

People are getting hurt--
people I care about--

and I'm not asking you,
sir, I'm telling you.

You take me
off this assignment

or I resign from NCIS.

That felt like a threat.

You want to hear
my second rule?

Sure.

Don't screw with me.

I own you.

Know it, accept it.

It comes with the detail.

You gonna give me another
speech about patience,

maybe throw in
a golf metaphor?

Sure.

You're OB, Agent DiNozzo.

Now, get lost before
you say something

you can't back out of.

I hope you play better
than you negotiate.

Spare me the criticism.

He seems to be handling things
worse than you predicted.

He'll come around.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

They never saw it coming.

She was blindsided.

She?

Cade?

Hey, EJ.

Oh, God, I thought for
sure you were dead.

Oh, your hands
are freezing.

Let's go.
There's a diner down the street.

- We can...
- Wait.

Are you all right?

Since I got shot,
life has been different.

I can't work,

and now I'm being chased
and I have no idea why.

You sold out, Cade.

Step away from him, EJ.

Tony...

Watch the hands.

Well, tell her,
big guy, go ahead.

Tell her.

You know
all about the microchip.

You already killed
Captain Wright.

So, what,

now you want to get your hands
on Levin's, too?

What are you saying,
DiNozzo?

Hey!

I got a message from EJ
to come to DC.

Next thing I know,
I'm being hunted,

and then she sends me
a text to, to meet her here.

I never texted you.

EJ, who told you
to come here tonight?

I thought you did.

The text said
we should all meet here.

I got the same message.

You said I fired my gun.

What about the badge
in my pocket?

Metro found Cade's body
along the Potomac.

The badge was his.

Cade.

What about
the gunshot wounds?

Duck said the fatal shot
was from another weapon.

Shots from your gun
were all postmortem.

So, what, they...

they planted the badge...

to make it look
like I killed him?

EJ.

Still looking.

Tony, you never fired.

You didn't kill them.

DiNozzo, the photo
was always Cade.

You saw the photo.

You know who the problem is.

Make it happen.

Yeah, I knew
EJ didn't do it,

but I needed her help
to bring Cade in.

SECNAV was positive
it was him.

I had to convince her to reach
out and draw him back to DC.

Well, it worked.

When EJ took
the microchip...

...the doors opened.

We were all used.

Someone wanted those chips.

You saw the shooter,
Tony, in that alley.

Who was it?

Stratton.

He killed them.

Lot of blood was shed.

Gentlemen, I intend

to find out
who Casey Stratton really is.

Bureau doesn't know him.

They tried to kill
DiNozzo once.

They went to the hospital
to finish the job.

We got stills

from hospital security,

but he hasn't turned up
on any database.

I want to know how
this son of a bitch knew

about the microchips.

The mission was always Cade.

This was not
supposed to happen.

Agent DiNozzo is alive,
Mr. Secretary.

Guess you got lucky.

I guess we did.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Congratulations.

You, too, sir.

Things turned out
for the best.

Jarvis is none the wiser.

Happy to oblige.

The girl still missing?

Unfortunately.

Find her.

I will.

Now, then, shall we get
down to business?

♪ ♪

Gentlemen.

Who would like to
start the bidding?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

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