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Previously on
NCIS...

No kiss for your father?
What are you doing here?

Arash Kazmi is
Eli's new VEVAK contemporary.

Kazmi's first visit
to the U.S.,

Eli just happens to be here.

How could Eli be dead?

I was the one who
approached him

about forging peace

to begin with.

What are you
not telling me, Tom?

CIA took out
Kazmi that night.

Special Agent
Leroy Jethro Gibbs,

you've manipulated evidence
and you've obstructed justice.

Overnight delivery,
left him on the front porch.

Label says it was shipped from
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

Meet Navy SEAL
Lieutenant Chad McBride.

I have got thousands
of documents

ready to indict
Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Parsons,

you should know
that Gibbs' team

handed in their resignations.

Tom Morrow may have a solve.

We pull it off,
this could all go away.

Where's Gibbs?

On a mission for JSOC.

Gibbs, do it.

Hello.

Good to see you.

Sir, I need a moment.

Richard, go home.

I figured you'd be drowning
your sorrows by now.

Well, I know that
Secretary Jarvis is inside,

and I would like five minutes
with the both of you

to discuss NCIS.

This is not the place.
My job was

to clean up the Navy's
investigative branch.

And I've been sidelined

by some half-assed
classified mission

because you guys want
Gibbs to play cowboy.

Homeland is not the only
agency authorizing this.

Secretary Jarvis,

the Director of the CIA
both agree

the mission takes precedence.

But my case was
a political slam dunk.

Gibbs is being given
a "get out of jail free" card.

It's wrong.
What's wrong is

me continuing this conversation
for one more minute.

Gibbs has a job to do.

Your tunnel-visioned,
stubborn determination

is getting in the way.

Well, at least tell me,

what is so important
that one assignment

can trump a career
of rule breaking?

The less you know, the better.

And believe me,
I'm doing you a favor.

I'll get to the bottom of this.

There's a line
in the sand, Parsons.

Don't cross it.

♪ NCIS 11x01 ♪
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
Original air date on September 24, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

This is so weird.

"Weird" is but one
of the many adjectives

I could apply to
these circumstances,

Mr. Palmer.

If only that creep Parsons
wasn't pushing his witch hunt,

none of this
would've happened.

That creep, as you
call him, Abby,

did not bomb the
hotel ballroom.

Yeah, but Gibbs
and the others,

they would've still been here

and maybe they could've
stopped this.

Yeah, well, we have a
long night ahead of us.

I didn't know the SECNAV,
but I heard he was married.

- Had kids.
- Yeah.

He and Director Vance
were really close.

Why didn't we do more

to stop Parson's
investigation?

Like a sit-in
or a... or a hunger strike.

Yeah, I'm no good
at hunger strikes.

I get really light-headed around
4:00 if I don't have a snack.

What we must do is to stop
feeling sorry for ourselves.

There's work to do,
and right now,

those responsible have
the upper hand.

Secretary Jarvis
and those who have fallen

are counting on us.

Gibbs, you're here.

Unless I'm seeing things.

You guys got work to do?

Yes, we do, Jethro.

And we are eager to do it.

Shall we?

Thank you.

That was the
Secretary of Defense.

In addition to
Jarvis's death,

Tom Morrow was
just rushed into surgery.

He may lose a leg.

Anyone claiming
responsibility yet?

The Secretary of the U.S. Navy
is dead, Captain.

I don't believe anybody
would be fool enough

to welcome that
death wish.

Response?

The White House wants answers
by any means necessary.

Intel thinks this is just a
warning shot across the bow.

That the main event is
still to come.

It's something to
look forward to.

Gibbs, this may also be related

to Navy Lieutenant McBride's
murder.

We believe the
lieutenant got too close

to indentifying
a new terror cell.

Combine the bomb tonight

and McBride's radioactive
remains, it's...

What can I do?

JSOC will be handling
its own investigation.

But nobody would suspect
your involvement

while you're
under close D.O.D. scrutiny.

McBride's mission
originated in Iran.

Finding his killer
would be a start.

We have an informant
in Abyaneh.

I can try reaching out.

Nobody's forcing you
to do this, Gibbs.

Doing my job, Director.

Tony?

Tony, wake up.

Tony?

Ziva?

Damn it.

You didn't miss me.

I'm right here.

So much for a face-to-face.

"Thinking."

That's dangerous.

This is good.

I know you like surprises.

Delilah, hey.

I'm, uh, still recovering

from last night's surprise.

I should be at work.

I can help.

Tim, you can't.

Not until you're reinstated.

Yeah, but this isn't right.

There's agents working
around the clock.

Maybe I should call Vance.

Maybe Tony's heard something.

Look.

I could get into a lot of
trouble for telling you this.

But...

But what?

More than one
source of intel

says the device used
wasn't Middle Eastern.

It was American.

Single individual or group?

I don't know.

I need to go.

You don't even
have a badge.

I-I can...

at least talk to Abby.

Okay, McGee, let's talk.

Abby. Hey.

You've met Delilah, right?

Yes.

Hi.

Uh, you want a coffee, espresso?

So, McGee,

I came down here after
last night's horror show

to make sure you're okay.

I had a feeling that
you wouldn't come in.

Well, Abby, I'm not
an agent anymore.

You'll always be
an agent, McGee.

I also wanted
to tell you

that Gibbs is headed
out of town.

Out of town where?

Um...

can she be trusted?

I have a higher security
clearance than any of you.

So did Mata Hari.

Abby.

Okay, um...

well, I'm gonna
go back to work.

Um, I've got a ton of
evidence from last night

to go through.
Uh, but it was...

mm, nice to...

to see you both or...

Awkward.

Where would Gibbs be going?

Hey.

I was on my way to work,
thought I'd stop by

before you left.

You don't drive
this way to work, Leon.

President said
he'd be calling

Clayton's wife
this morning.

I wanted to get
there first.

Jarvis did the job proud.

He was a good boss.

Better friend.

Gibbs, I'm not sure how much
more of this I can take.

Drive to school, Leon.

Go hug your kids.

I'm concerned about your trip.

After what happened to SECNAV,
I'm tempted to ground you.

After what happened to SECNAV...

how can I stay?

Captain Wayne's informant
knows you're coming.

There's a C-130 fueled,
standing by.

You want anything
from the Tehran gift shop?

You watch your six.

Bebakhshid.

Gibbs, get in!

Come on!

What are you
doing here?

I had miles that were
about to expire.

These friends of yours?

Till my money runs out.

I knew when they got Jarvis,
you were next.

I wanted to call first,
but the phones aren't safe.

Nothing is.

Where are we going?

Next village over.

Call me crazy, but I think
you broke your cover.

You're in danger, Gibbs.

I came to save your life.

Your
informant didn't show.

It surprise you?

No.

Well, it certainly
reinforces my theory.

Your team knows too much.

About what?

Eli David and Arash
Kazmi's death.

Nothing rattles
cages more than

a couple of well-timed
assassinations.

Everybody has something
to talk about.

How do you fit in?

If you're involved,
I know about it.

To a fault.

You got to keep in mind, I know
my way around D.C. politics,

but this is different.

The players are different.

And I'm positive
that NCIS is being set up.

Sending you out here was not
about Lieutenant McBride.

It was about separating you
from your team.

I reached out to one of
Lieutenant McBride's coworkers,

JSOC in Iraq,

a Lieutenant Kagen.

I think we both
might be interested

in what he has to say.

I don't get you.

I watched people die
in that hotel.

If I've learned
one thing, Gibbs,

it's that sometimes people do
the wrong thing

for the right reason.

Speak for yourself.

I am.

They were all out of
apple fritters, Mr. Palmer,

so you have to make do
with this.

It's a bear claw.

Where's Mr. Palmer?
Who are you?!

This room is for
authorized personnel only.

So unless I see some
credentials, I must insist...

Who are you?!

Call security!

Who needs security?

Tie him up.

Sure, I knew McBride.

We worked together on a few ops.

He's a good guy.
How's he doing?

McBride's dead, Lieutenant.

You already knew that.

It's classified, sir.

I'm not supposed
to say anything.

I heard he died,
but what happened?

Was hoping you
could tell us.

I'm sorry. I don't follow.

His last assignment--
how long was he here?

24 hours, tops.

It's not a lot of time.

Well, his mission
was cancelled.

He got orders
to return stateside.

He was jazzed; he wanted
to get back to his wife.

We all got family
back home.

You see McBride board the plane
to go home, Lieutenant?

No, sir.

Just grabbed his gear

and got his own ride back
to the airfield.

Why?

All right, Kate, listen up.

The little girl down the hall's
gonna feed you while I'm gone.

Maybe I'll bring you something
back from Israel.

Don't give me the fish eye.

I know what I'm doing.

Well, maybe it's not
the brightest idea,

but we're not coworkers anymore,
so all bets are off.

Where's that taxi?

Little impatient, aren't we?

I appreciate it, sir,

but there are rules about
drinking on the job.

New badge, new rules.

Need you to lay low
till we get a handle on this.

Well, I was just hanging out
in my apartment.

I can't lay a lot lower
than that.

And you never saw
the shooter?

Well, I was pretty busy

trying to keep
my brain matter intact.

And you were on your way
to the airport.

Personal trip.

To Israel?

I'll travel for good hummus.

Does Agent David know
you've been delayed?

She does.

I also told McGee
to keep his eyes open.

We have a man
in Interrogation.

Dr. Mallard found him sniffing
around, knocked him out.

Ducky did?
Mm-hmm.

K.O. with a full ten-count.

Finish your drink,
Agent DiNozzo.

I'll have somebody
come get you

as soon as your
protection detail is ready.

Sir,

instead of wasting
Dorneget's time,

what if I just hang around here

as a visitor,
doing purely "visiting" things?

We could use the company.

I must say, our victim appears

markedly smaller than he did

when Mr. Palmer and I
pummeled him into next week.

Today we met danger head-on,
Anthony, and emerged victorious.

Is it me,
or does standing here

on the sidelines
feel like...

Torture.

I thought Vance said
he was headed straight in.

I'd like a few minutes
with this clown.

Warm him up.

Without a badge?

I'm starting to miss that thing.

Building security has you
signed in as Victor Cheng,

former computer specialist
with the FBI.

Is that true?

Money's better
in the private sector.

You were fired from the Bureau.

And yet someone granted
you access to my building.

Why?

I got a call.

There's an NCIS I.D.
and 20K waiting in an envelope

if I sneak in here
to access your database.

Details about the shrapnel
taken from SECNAV.

I couldn't access it remotely

because, uh, some guy
named McGee

built a firewall.

Guess you agent types
are smarter than you look.

Who do you work for?!

I told you,
I-I don't know.

Koreans? The Chinese?

I need an answer!

What is it?

I'll be right there.

Leon!

I made a new friend
along the way.

Enemies closer, Gibbs?

Well, Parsons is
working for us now.

Well, do tell.

There was no mission.

Lieutenant Chad McBride was
sent to Iran as a decoy.

Director Vance,
we believe McBride

returned to the United States.

But not just his head,
all of him. Alive.

Someone wanted
to make it look like

the Iranians were responsible?

Leon, I know you're
shorthanded,

but we need you
to connect the dots.

All right,
I'll get Miss Sciuto on it.

See if we can pinpoint
where McBride was killed.

We're on the next
transport home.

Parsons, too?

What do you want me
to do, leave him here?

Stop it.

Stop it! Stop it!

Ziva?

What, are you taking
your frustrations out

on a poor little keyb...?

You're not her.

Uh, no, sir. I am Murray.

Uh, it's nice to meet you,
former Agent DiNozzo.

He's the new I.T. guy.

He works with Kevin.

This is a very weird dream.

You're wide awake, Tony,
and you're just in time

to see the second string
in full effect.

Excuse me?

Well, I suppose there are
other people that would

technically be considered more
of a second string, but Murray

just joined the
I.T. department,

and I took the liberty
of mastering the clicker.

Wow.

Show me what you got,
autopsy gremlin.

Murray managed to confirm
the intruder's... story.

"Victor Cheng was recently fired

from the Federal Bureau
of Investigation."

Nice typeface.
He already told us that.

I know. But thanks to Murray,
we know exactly when and why.

Go.

Uh, 2010, uh,

Cheng was caught moonlighting
as a hack for hire.

I am currently trying
to find out

who gave him an NCIS I.D.

Hold on.

Are you not using
contractions?

Pardon?

All right, what else?

Someone has been trying to crack

NCIS's private files
from the outside.

I don't like
the swirly font!

I can read, Palmer.

Whoever they are already
accessed our cell phone data.

Which files were
compromised?

Looks like they were mostly
after former personnel.

Get me coffee.

Tony, hey.
I'm heading over to NCIS.

Where are you?

I'm already here, Tim.
I spent the night.

Huh. Just like old times, huh?

Listen,
they're tracking your cell.

Ditch it, get a cab.

Copy that.

Oh, boy.

Oh!

McGee, get in the car!

Agent Fornell, this isn't about
your ex-wife again, is it?

Just get in the damn car.

We got him. We're on our way.

A hell of a place
for a meeting.

Who lives like this,
Martha Stewart?

Well, the towels are Martha.

That's it.

Tony, what happened?

Tim, I decided to remodel.

I'm going mid-century mob hit.

Gibbs walked into a trap.

DiNozzo almost got killed.

Special Agent Fornell
has offered

to enlighten us
on recent events.

You ever hear of a terrorist
wack-job named Benham Parsa?

What kind of name
is Benham Parsa?

He's a young extremist.

He just claimed responsibility
for killing SECNAV.

Parsa is the son of slain
parents from Karachi, Pakistan.

He's still a kid.
He's ticked off.

No fear.

Scary because he really
doesn't give a damn.

Parsa started a new terror cell.

About a year ago,
we got wind

that he was brokering
private business deals

between terrorists
and U.S. companies.

What kind of deals?

Well, every year,
billions are spent

rebuilding damage done
by criminal acts.

Blow something up,
boost the economy.

More jobs in construction,
security even.

And who is Parsa reaching out to
to help make these deals?

A handful of American
business types.

Traitors.

MBAs and bad guys
working together.

We're all searching for names.

Planned destruction can close
some very, very sweet deals.

Somebody's got to rebuild.

Gordon Gekko meets bin Laden.

Why target NCIS?

Because they don't think
you'll play ball.

They're right.

Does Homeland know about this?

From day one, Director.

Leon, come in.

Did you hear?

I'm keeping my leg.

Tell me you didn't know
anything about Benham Parsa.

It's all tragic,
reprehensible.

So you knew about
the business deals?

There's no proof
of any transactions.

It's all hearsay.

There's nothing to link anyone
to anything.

Tom, tell me you didn't set
this whole thing in motion.

For heaven's sakes, Leon,
look at me.

I've dedicated my life
to this country.

I know the lines
get blurred sometimes,

but I... I would never
condone an attack.

There's a lot of money in play.

How dare you make
that accusation.

Somebody's trying
to wipe out my team!

They tried to kill me, too!

Tom, tell me right now...

who's their next target?

It's Ziva David.

Eli knew too much;
they think she does, too.

I just sent a secure e-mail

to Mossad in case
Ziva shows up there.

How do we know the terror cell

isn't monitoring
everything we send?

We don't.

Assume it's all
been compromised.

Knowing Ziva,
she'll still go under.

She has to.

Well, well.

How was the desert?

They say it's a dry heat.

Welcome back, boss.

What do we got?

The usual.

World went to hell
while you were gone.

I've got sniper slugs
in my living room,

and the Duck man found
a rat in his lab,

and, uh, there's a terrorist
named Parsa who...

Yeah, I know all that, DiNozzo.
Of course you do.

What don't you know?
Where's Ziva?

Israel. Off the
grid for now.

I'm trying to establish
a protected e-mail account

so we can communicate

securely overseas.

Yeah.

He's okay.

Working with us now.

It's nice to see that
you guys are alive and well.

Look, I'm sorry
about the, uh...

I want my badge back.

Yeah, I can understand that.

Not a problem.

Now that the case is,
uh, dismissed,

I'll talk with
Director Vance

about it.

Thank you, Dick.

So, what'd you find out about
the Iranian head games?

Lieutenant wasn't killed
in Iran.

Uh, yeah.
We, uh, we found out

that Lieutenant McBride
was given orders

redirecting him
to the United States,

and he walked into a trap.

His head was mailed to his house
via a Middle Eastern detour.

And toss in
a little radioactivity...

I'm so glad that you're here.

Someone went to great lengths

to make it look like Iran was
responsible for this.

So who actually killed him?

Same people who want us dead.

Local cell. Guns for hire.

Find them. Go.

I don't care if you're dirty

or sweaty or tired
or you smell like the inside of

a cargo plane.
Abbs, yeah, but I do. Come on.

Results of
Lieutenant McBride's head.

Gibbs, look out!

It was getting
a little uncomfortable

in the squad room.

But I can see it's not
much better down here.

Nerve of that creep.

He just thinks he can...
he can go anywhere and...

Abby.
Yes?

Test results.

They're in the other room.

Yeah. And?

And he is in
the other room.

And unless
something has changed,

I am not going in there
with him.

I mean, something would have
to have drastically changed.

Like if he saved my life?

Yeah. Like that's gonna happen.

Yeah.

I mean, if he did,
then of course I'm glad,

but, I mean, he hasn't
redeemed himself,

has he?

Fine.

But I still
don't like him.

Thank you, Gibbs. Abby...

No talking, you.

So, I ran the sand grains

from McBride's hair
and nose and ears,

and they're not all from

Afghanistan or Iran.

No, they're from the U.S.

No.

Both.

Some grains were
Middle Eastern

and the others were from
the Sonoran Desert.

It's a big place.

Mm-hmm. It extends
from California

to Arizona and
into Mexico.

But based on
the toxicology results,

the water in his system
and the minerals in his blood

and the pollutants that
were in his windpipe...

Uh, trace amounts like that

would be so small,
you couldn't possibly

determine exactly where...

Best guess.

McBride was murdered and
beheaded in the Copper State.

Arizona.

Thanks, Abbs.

If Ziva's in trouble, a
badge might come in handy.

If you know how
to get it to her, I'm game.

Well, even if someone
could contact her,

who would she trust?
Shmeil?

Well, the Man of Shmeil's
showing his age, McGee.

She won't risk exposing him.

You have another option,
Agent DiNozzo?

Let me get this right, DiNozzo.

You want me to track down
a former Mossad operative

who has been trained
to disappear?

She's also a former
U.S. federal agent

who's recently been under
intense scrutiny.

And you want me
to find her

without letting anyone else know
that I'm looking?

Well, sure.

Because if you lead the wrong
people in her direction,

you might get her killed.

That part you made quite clear.

Do we have a problem, Adam?

No.

I'm merely surprised

that you would trust me
with such responsibility.

I thought you did not like me.

I don't.

But Ziva trusts you,
so I'm gonna have to.

I'll do what I can.

Hard to know
who to trust anymore.

Has it ever been
easy, Tobias?

Hell no.

But with big business
profiting from acts of terror?

It's like Chicago,
Capone in the '20s.

Yeah.

Well, they caught Capone.

That make you feel
any better?

No, it doesn't.

Our headless lieutenant
was ordered to Iran

only to have his
orders cancelled

without any
record of it.

Who better to do
that than his...

...commanding officer.

McGee, Captain Dominick Wayne,
JSOC,

financial records.
On it.

All right, I've got Captain
Wayne's bank statements up.

What exactly am I looking for?

Temptation.
Payoffs.

For throwing McBride
under the bus,

sending Gibbs
into a desert trap.

No unusual activity or deposits.

It appears our captain's
a typical government employee.

Broke.

Well, maybe he didn't
change the orders.

We could be wrong.

Want to find out?
Yeah.

McGee, how's
your handwriting?

Honey, you got something
to light these with?

Mm-hmm.

Who's that?
One second.

Why don't you
take care of it, honey.

I'll be right back.
Okay.

Gentlemen.

Must be important for you
to come all the way out here.

We're having cake
in just a minute.

Might make it worth your while.

Start with the truth, Captain.

Tell us about
Lieutenant Chad McBride's

orders in Iran.

More specifically,

his orders to come home.

Come home?

What are you talking about?
He came home in a box.

It was your job to find out
who put him there.

- You did.
- You know,

it's against regulations
for military personnel

to tell their loved ones
their orders have changed.

But I used to write
my wife anyway.

So did, uh,
Chad McBride.

Just came in the mail today.

"Thought you should know,
I talked to Captain Wayne.

"He changed my orders.

You can stop worrying."

Little did he know,
you set him up to be executed.

I didn't know they
were gonna kill him.

I wouldn't have
made that call.

Who paid you?

Where's the money?

They didn't offer me money.

They offered pictures.

Of my infidelity.

Blackmail.

Another Capone tactic.

I couldn't let them
take all this away.

Them?

I got a call.

To change
McBride's orders.

Another to send
Agent Gibbs to Iran.

But I don't know
who it was.

I-I'll give you
my phone records, anything.

Including my resignation.

And don't forget
your prison time.

And your court-martial, Captain.

I'm sorry.

Tell it to McBride's wife.

Special Agent Gibbs,
I want you to meet Tomas Mendez.

He's on the board of the Public
Anti-Terrorism Coalition.

The coalition helps
facilitate cooperation

between private businesses
and government agencies

in the fight
against terror.

What brings you
here, Mr. Mendez?

Tomas was working closely
with Homeland.

They were monitoring Parsa
and the new terror cell.

Parsa's
hard to pin down.

This was taken by a
surveillance camera

in one of my apartment
buildings in Miami.

As part of the
coalition initiatives,

all of my building
security cameras are linked

with government lists.

And his face flagged.

We had been working
with Homeland,

but since Morrow was injured,

we thought we'd reach out to you.
Mm-hmm.

It's best we're all
on the same page.

You own any property
in Arizona, Mr. Mendez?

Beautiful state.

Why?

We think whoever's
calling the shots

has a cell working there.

We could use
your help.

Are you getting out or what?

Well, actually,
I was coming to find you.

If you're going down,
I can tag along.

If that's okay?

Okay, look, you may not
like me or what I do.

Whatever gave you
that impression?

But when I investigate
someone, I do it very well.

Well, then you and I
have something in common.

What's this?

It's a peace offering.

Of sorts.

Eli David owns

a farmhouse outside of Yavne'el.

It's his safe house.

It's under a
false name,

and I don't think
anyone knows about it.

Except maybe Ziva.

And a slimy Beltway lawyer.

That makes total sense to me.

You're grasping
at straws.

You're looking for her.

I know you.

Then you know
I have to vet this file.

I would hope so.

Or I'll start to think
you actually trust me.

You know, I'm not gonna
kiss you good night.

What?

Why are you
walking me to my car?

We breaking up?

If I could, I would.
Unfortunately, I trust you.

Well, feeling's mutual,
so there you go.

Somebody's got
to slay the dragons.

Might as well be us.
Mm-hmm.

Look, if this is gonna turn
into a proposal,

I'm just not ready.

How long did you know
NCIS was in danger

before you stepped in?

As soon as I found out some
jackass was hiring turncoats,

I came to you.

And I can only hope that
you'd do the same if it was me.

No matter how this
unfolds, Tobias,

I got your back.

During the blitz,

children were given
little white flags

to mark the positions

of any unexploded
incendiary bombs.

Seems like just building
a victory garden

would have been
far less dangerous.

But not nearly so rewarding.

End of the war, I had a terrific
shrapnel collection.

It was better than cash
in the school playground.

I could even identify

many of the pieces.

I'm hoping you still can, Duck.

Well, you're in luck, Jethro.

With the aid of Abby's
chemical analysis

and Timothy's database,

we have done just that.

Times have changed
since you were five.

Not as much as you might think.

By using the same methods

that Ducky used
when he was a child,

I.D.'ing metal types
and manufacturing marks,

we can link the shrapnel

removed from SECNAV Jarvis

and others to devices that
were used in the past.

A trigger used twice in Yemen.

Plastic explosive used
by a white supremacy group

in South Dakota.

Times have changed.

People, not so much.

But the majority of links
were on the casing itself.

Bike?

Yup.

Somebody filled
all of the empty tubing

on a mountain bike with
the contents from a pipe bomb.

Hell of a signature.

And it's the signature
we have on file.

Belongs to
a soldier-of-fortune group

the FBI has been tracking

called The Brotherhood of Doubt.

No doubt made up of people
who have little faith

in the country that protects
their inalienable rights.

Where?

Yuma.

Arizona.

That's good work, guys.

Hey, Tobias.

Come on back.
You're not going home yet.

Clear!

Clear!

Lieutenant McBride.

Got C-4 and detonators.

Photos of their targets.

Mr. Mendez?

Agent Gibbs.

I have a feeling this is
not a coincidence?

You need to come with me.

Get you someplace safe.

Ziva.

Your information
was correct, Tony.

Ziva was here.

But she's gone.

What happened?

Well, as you can see,
clearly there was a struggle.

Three men are dead.

We will get them identified.

How do you know it was Ziva?

Because she told us.

Talk to me, Ziva.

Where are you?

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