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Venez.

Venez, monsieur lupin.

Marchons, oui?

Shh.

Renard is still
in his apartment.

He hasn't left since last night.

Well, tell your
men to keep it tight,

no itchy trigger fingers.
CIA needs him alive.

You could've knocked first.

Hey.

That was a '98
lafite rothschild.

What kind of frenchman are you?

Well, you look pretty relaxed

for a man looking
at two life sentences.

You're gonna die
in prison, renard.

You know that, right?

Is that what you think?

It's what I know.

'Cause what I think...

Is the CIA is gonna
make a deal with me.

I'll be back in my
bed by tomorrow night.

And why would we do that?

Because... I have a secret.

And believe me,

you're gonna want
to hear this one.

Okay, you see that castle
nut by the suspension?

- Yeah.
- You're gonna want to give that a turn,

- counterclockwise.
- All right.

Aah!

Damn it!

Think I turned the wrong one.

- Turned the wrong one. Yeah.
- Sorry, Dominic.

Don't seem to be getting
the hang of this, you know?

- Don't sweat it.
- Thanks.

Servicing these
babies isn't easy.

Yeah, I'm just not much
of a car guy, you know?

It's like, I know how to put
air in tires, but that's about it.

Air is important. You can't
go anywhere on flat tires.

Yeah. You think maybe I
should give it some...? No, no. No.

Why don't we,
give the car a rest?

Find something a little
simpler for you to do?

Hey, guys. How's it going?

Really got to ask?

Come on, McGee.

A little elbow grease
never hurt anybody.

Shouldn't I be volunteering in a
department I'm more suited for?

You know, like, the
tech trolls or something?

- Sorry, Dominic.
- That would defeat

the whole purpose
of walk-a-mile day.

The idea is for each team member

to help out at a
different department.

Get to know the people there,
learn more about their jobs.

You know, walk a mile...

- In their shoes. Yeah.
- In their shoes.

Exactly. And by doing
so, then hopefully

you guys will gain
a better perspective

about what's really
going on here at NCIS.

And you came up with this?

Picked it up at a
leadership conference.

I'm telling you guys,

this is gonna be a
real game changer.

Yeah, well,
I'm-I'm still not sure

this is the right fit for me.

Don't you think maybe
torres should be doing this?

He's more of a car guy.

Torres is busy with his new job.

These invoices need to be
entered into the computer.

No typos. I will be checking.

And when that's done, I
need a detailed spreadsheet

of our quarterly accounts,
receivable and payable.

Any questions?

Yeah. Where is the nearest
roof so I can jump off?

This is the accounting
department, agent torres.

We don't kid here.

Everything that happens at
NCIS flows through us first.

Whether it's the
restocking of paper clips

or the purchase of
semiautomatic rifles.

- We are the backbone - of this agency.
- What?!

This is Sawyer's paycheck?

No way he gets paid this much.

Get to work.

Knock, knock.

Are you here to rescue me?

Nope, we are here to
change the light bulb.

Do you know Louis

from the custodial and
maintenance department?

I've been working
with him all day.

Cool. Nice to meet you.

Yeah, you're the
guy who never sits.

Keeps the chair clean.

I appreciate it.

Hey, Ms. Dunsley.

I will change the
light bulb now.

Isn't this walk-a-mile
thing great? No.

I have been learning so
much from these guys.

Wow.

And I have been having a
blast hanging out with Louis.

He knows all the gossip.

You learn a lot about people,
cleaning their desks every day.

Here's an idea.

Why don't we swap
jobs? Wouldn't that be fun?

We got a case? Tell
me we have a dead body.

It's just kasie.

Looks like she's
digging her new job, too.

Okay, so, after a call comes in,

I log a full description
of the emergency,

and then I send the description

to the appropriate
department in the form of a...?

Bandium alert?

See? You're a natural.

This is so cool, Gladys.

Thanks again for
letting me hang with you.

Please. I love the company.

You want to give it a shot?

No, I-I don't think I'm...

Yeah, come on. I'll-I'll
talk you through it.

NCIS. What's your
emergency? Please?

I want to file a report.

My car was stolen on base.

Transfer to base police.

- Are you there?
- Yeah.

I'm going to transfer you

to the base military
police because

they'll be better
able to help you.

Bye. Also, I hope
you find your car.

Congratulations! You're
officially a dispatch operator.

All right!

That was fun.

Although, to be honest,

sometimes it can
get a little boring.

Hey, I'm gonna go grab a coffee.

- Do you want some?
- No, I'm good.

Okay.

NCIS. What's your emergency?

Echo whiskey 2770. Go secure.

I'm sorry? I don't...

Echo whiskey 2770. Go secure.

Is this line secure?

I-I-I-I don't know.

I'm not really the dispatch
operator. I-I'm just sitting in.

Your name.

- Tell me your name.
- Kasie.

Kasie, listen to me. I
don't have much time.

They're looking for me.

I need help.

Who's looking for
you? Where are you?

Wait, wait. I, I hear something.

I think they've found me.

Hello?

Are you still there?

Hello?!

So, what'd I miss?

Told you, pretty boring, right?

Right, so, when you're on the
software update screen here,

you press down on that button,

hold that for ten seconds,

release, simply upload the file.

And then the bandium alerts
show up on the car display?

Yes, they do. That easy.

This guy's a freakin' prodigy.

Give me a minute.

I'll be right back.

Wow. Looks like this,

walk-a-mile day is
really working for you.

Yeah. Who would have
thought working on cars

would be that
much fun?: - I know.

Can we switch jobs?

Ooh. Is Barbara in accounting
putting you through the ringer?

She's relentless.

She's drowning me in paperwork.

Which reminds me, I
need Dominic to sign

for these purchase orders,
and make sure he dates it,

or it's going to be my ass.

Hey. Is Parker here?

No, I think he went
up to check on Jess.

- Why? Everything okay?
- No, not really.

I think I just
overheard a murder.

What? What are
you talking about?

I was helping out in dispatch

when this guy called in.

He said there were
people after him.

And then there were
gunshots, and we got cut off.

I-I don't know if he's
alive or dead, but

we've got to do something.

Were you able to trace the call?

No. He wasn't on long enough.

Did he give you a name
that we can run down?

He just kept saying the
same thing over and over.

"Echo whiskey 2770.

Go secure."

He wanted a secure line.

He was an NCIS agent,

he could've been using
those numbers to I.D. himself.

Like his credentials, yeah.

That's what I thought, too.

But we use six digits,
not four with letters.

No, but we used to.

About ten years ago, we
changed the I.D. system

to differentiate
us from the FBI.

They were using
a similar system.

Whoever called you was
using an outdated NCIS I.D.

Who the hell is this guy?

His name is Eric webb.

He used to be an NCIS
agent out of the lejeune office.

He did a lot of undercover
work, which is why his...

His file came up classified.

Expert marksman, skilled
in hand-to-hand combat.

He sounds like the real deal.

Why did he leave NCIS?

He got burnt out, retired
early about eight years ago.

Which is not uncommon
for undercover agents.

Last I heard, he was
living the quiet, civilian life.

Apparently not, based on the
phone call he made to kasie.

How is she holding up?

- Rattled, but she'll be okay.
- Good.

'Cause we'll need her if
we're ever gonna find webb.

It's gonna be tough.

No body, no crime
scene. Not much to go on.

We're gonna need
access to his old case files.

So you think this
could have something

to do with his undercover work?

Maybe he put somebody away,

they came looking for payback.

Or maybe webb's
mixed up in something.

Either way, he
did call us for help.

As a former agent, we owe it to
him to find out what's going on.

Jess, what happened?

I thought we were gonna
service the hvacs together?

Louis, I am so sorry.

We just got put onto a
case, and I got tied up.

Guess that means that you
all go back to your normal jobs.

Yup.

Thank god.

I promise, I'm
gonna come and visit

as soon as this case is over
because got to get that gossip.

It'll be waiting for you.

Okay. What do we
know about webb?

Eric webb, 45, lives in
D.C., no wife, no kids.

After webb left
NCIS, he went to work

for a small insurance firm
called landia insurance.

Odd career change, but
seems pretty harmless.

Except when I went
to check out the firm,

the only thing I could
find on it was a website

with a p.O. Box as an address.

Seems sketchy to me.

What about his old job?

Could there be
somebody in his past

that's looking for revenge?

I doubt it.

I'm still going
through his case files,

but most of the guys he
put away are still in prison.

All right, do we know anything

that could help
us locate this guy?

I might have something.

I was looking into webb's
credit card statements,

and he recently renewed

a radio subscription to his car.

And that would be helpful
because...? It's satellite radio.

The company was able to give me

the GPS location of when
the radio was last used.

It's an address in falls church
from earlier this morning.

Okay, knight, torres,

stay here on the apartment
in case he returns.

McGee, you're with me.

Is that him?

Your mystery caller Eric webb.

We got a lead on his,
last possible location.

Hopefully he's still alive.

I want to come with you, then.

Kasie, I can't let you do that.

He called me for help.

I know this whole
thing is strange

and we only spoke
for ten seconds,

but I somehow feel
responsible for him.

I get it, but we don't know
what we're stepping into.

Besides, you don't
normally go out into the field.

Well, hey, it's walk-a-mile day.

We're all doing things
we don't normally do.

And this whole thing
was your idea anyway.

So... who's driving?

This place is like a ghost town.

Cul-de-sac, plenty
of empty houses.

Perfect place for privacy.

Hold up, hold up.

Stay back.

- Good?
- Yeah.

NCIS!

Parker?

I'll check the back rooms.

Kasie.

You okay?

That door was steel-reinforced.

There was a massacre here.

What is this place?

Parker? You got to see this.

Found his wallet.

It's Eric webb.

God.

You hear that?

NCIS!

Identify yourself.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy. CIA.

Reaching for my credentials.

McGee.

Yeah.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

We got a distress call,
traced it to this location.

There's five bodies inside.

You said you got a call?

From whom?

Eric webb.

Webb called you?

- Why?
- Don't know.

I'd say you could ask him,

but, unfortunately, he's
inside with the others.

Now that we're done
answering your questions,

maybe you can
answer one of mine.

What was webb doing
in a CIA safe house?

This is a safe house, isn't it?

Hello?

Sorry to bother you.
Um, your guy called back.

He wants to speak with you.

What?

Webb is on the phone now?

I'll patch him through.

Kasie, is that you?

I just saw your body.
You're supposed to be dead.

Yeah, that's what I
wanted people to think.

I planted my wallet
on one of the bodies.

I-I don't understand.

The safe house was ambushed.

Whoever did it is
still trying to kill me,

and I need your help.

Right now you are the
only person I can trust.

Me? I-I answered
your call on accident.

I wasn't even supposed
to be in dispatch.

That's how I know
I can trust you.

At this point, I don't know
who's been compromised.

But the CIA are here and...

Kasie, listen to me...
whatever you do,

do not speak to the CIA.

Why?

Because they're the
ones who sold me out.

Webb actually said that?

The CIA was behind the ambush?

Those were his exact words.

Well, did he say what
specifically happened

in the safe house
or where he is now?

Well, I didn't get a ton
more before he hung up.

All he said was, his
life was still in danger

and he was hiding out somewhere.

He won't come to NCIS?

No, he doesn't trust anyone.

Except for you, apparently.

All right, but how do we
know we can trust webb?

We barely know the guy.

I can't explain it, but
there was something,

something
trustworthy in his voice.

I believe him.

Okay, so how do we
get in touch with him?

We don't.

Webb said that he
would contact me

when the time is right.

But in the meantime,
he wants us to find out

who's trying to kill him.

Well, if it really is
someone in the CIA,

it's gonna be awkward.

Why?

Because the CIA are up
in Vance's office right now.

I can neither
confirm nor deny...

I'm just asking a
simple question.

What was a former
NCIS agent doing

- in one of your safe houses?
- And I am trying to answer you.

No, you're stonewalling.

As I have already said,

that information is classified.

Look, this is a CIA matter.

It is none of your concern.

It became my concern
when webb called us for help.

NCIS is involved in this now,

deputy director Weston,
whether you like it or not.

Webb was working for us.

After he left NCIS,

we hired him to
manage the safe house.

He maintained it
during off-hours,

prepared it for use.

So this, insurance job of his,

with the p.O. Box,
that was his cover?

Had the safe house been in use

prior to our arrival?

We were holding someone there.

A week ago, the French
police, with our help,

apprehended a man by the name

of Alexander renard in Paris.

Renard. I've heard of him.

He's a black hat hacker.

He made a lot of
most wanted lists.

After the arrest, renard
wanted to make a deal.

Claimed he had come across
some intel on the dark web

about an imminent
domestic attack.

He swore the intel was credible.

He even said he'd flown to
the states earlier to verify it.

So we rolled the dice,

had him transported
to the safe house,

and prepped him for questioning.

And what was the intel?

I never found out.

By the time I showed
up to question him,

you guys were already
there and renard was dead.

Who else knew that renard
was going to the safe house?

Well, we kept a tight lid on it.

Just me, director Weston,
a few French officials.

I'm thinking the breach
must've come from them.

Let us handle the
security breach.

Right now we need
to focus on Eric webb.

We know the body in
the safe house wasn't his.

Prints didn't match.

We need to find him.

Has he contacted NCIS
again after the initial call?

No.

Well, given this all
happened on domestic soil,

NCIS will have to take
lead on the investigation.

But... You will let us
know if webb calls again.

Absolutely.

We will share everything
we have moving forward.

- We'll be in - touch, director.
- Thank you.

Webb called back, didn't he?

At the crime scene.

He told kasie he
thinks the CIA is in on it.

You're lucky the
CIA doesn't know

your poker face the way I do.

What else did webb say?

Not much. But he wants
our help finding the killers.

Okay. Keep digging.

Carefully. 'Cause if
the CIA is involved,

we need to play
this close to the vest.

And I want webb here.

- He won't come in.
- Then find him.

If he knows something,
we need to get to him

before the killers do.

We'll reach out to
family and friends

on the off chance
that he made contact.

Hey, Jimmy.

Full house, I see.

Lot of bodies.

Jimmy!

Hey, Nick! How are you?!

Whoa, whoa! Damn, bro.

I'm sorry! Am I yelling?!

I'm yelling, aren't I?!

Can you stop?!

Yeah, I heard about the
walk-a-mile day yesterday.

I wanted to get in on the fun,

so I-I volunteered
down at the armory.

I-I'm not sure if
you're aware, Nick,

but those guns... super loud!

Yeah. Yeah, no, I'm aware.

Yeah, so I'm dealing now

with a little
temporary deafness.

It should be... done soon.

Yeah, okay. Can we
just, get to the update?

And you bring it
down 50%, please?

So, those two
back there... those...

Those two back there

are CIA officers who
were killed in the ambush.

Double tap to the
chest, one to the head.

Execution-style.

These guys are professionals.

What about renard?

- What about renard?
- Sorry, sorry. Yes.

Renard, yes. He was
shot once in the stomach.

He died from extreme blood loss.

But before he died, webb
tried to perform cpr on him.

How do you know tha...? I know
this because his ribs were crushed,

and kasie found webb's
fingerprints all over his torso.

And the shooters?

The shooters! What
about the shooters?

The shooters were
also killed in the firefight,

possibly by webb.

I sent the slugs up to kasie.

They came from a Glock 19,

which is the gun that webb uses.

Also, she ran the
shooters' fingerprints.

One of 'em was in our system.

Has ties with the chechen mob,

multiple arrests for
assault, weapon charges.

These guys were
definitely guns for hire.

I'll bet these guys
were guns for hire!

You just said that?

It's Parker. Webb just
called to talk to kasie.

Kasie?

Are we alone?

Yes.

How you holding up, webb?

I'm tired, mostly.

I could use a bath.

Did you find out anything
about the shooters?

We're still working on that.

We know they had ties
to the chechnyan mafia

and they were most likely hired.

Get him to tell you where he is.

I hope you're not
outside on foot.

Temperatures are dropping.

Gonna get really cold.

Well, I don't have
much of a choice.

I can't steal a car.
It's too easy for 'em

to track me.

Um, was that a train I heard?

'Cause you'll want to
steer clear off the tracks.

I know they're listening, kasie.

I'm not gonna give
you my location.

I only gave you those details

because I know
you'll never find me,

and I've scrambled my phone

so there's no use
trying to trace the call.

I shouldn't have lied.
I'm so sorry, webb.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I'm a forensic scientist.

I belong in a lab.

Scientist?

I knew you sounded smart.

Ooh, well, I don't feel
very smart right now.

You're doing just fine, kasie.

Listen, webb, this
would be so much easier

if we could talk face-to-face.

Come here. We'll protect you.

I can't do that just now.

There's something
I got to do first.

What could you
possibly have to do that's

more important
than staying alive?

Renard told you
something, didn't he?

The intel about
the domestic attack,

he told you what it
was right before he died.

You're trying to track it down.

He didn't give me the
intel, just an address.

I tracked it down to a locker
at a train station in D.C.

Inside, I found a
vintage tape recorder,

Soviet era, pre-1940s.

What was on it?

This.

What's it mean?

I don't know.

That's what I need
you to find out.

I'll be in touch.

Thanks for coming
in, officer at wood.

Please, have a seat.

Harlan, please.

I retired from the
CIA three years ago.

And, happy to come in.

You know, breaks the boredom.

Only so much golf
a man can take.

So, what's this about?

Your guy on the phone,
he mentioned Eric webb?

Yeah, we're just trying to
gather some information

from, friends, work colleagues.

Have you had any,
contact with him recently?

Had lunch with him
like three weeks ago,

but other than that...

Why, has, has
something happened?

We're just looking
for him, that's all.

How long you known him?

I met Eric maybe eight years ago

when he was still at
NCIS, I was with the CIA.

We worked on a joint op in Spain

that, went sideways.

The bombing in valencia?

Yeah.

Was a terrorist cell in Spain,

blew up an American consulate.

15 people were killed.

Yeah, well, it should
never have happened.

Eric and I had come
across some chatter that

something was gonna
go down beforehand.

We told our superiors,

and they told us to
wait for verification.

By the time we
finally made a move,

it was too late.

We're sorry.

Thanks.

Eric took it pretty hard.

I think he left NCIS
shortly after that.

He drifted around,
hit the bottle.

Then, one day, he came to
me, said he needed some work,

so I set him up with some
of my old CIA contacts.

That how he got
the safe house gig?

Yeah.

I mean, although why
he took that job is...

That's beyond me.

What do you mean?

Well, working a safe house
in the middle of nowhere?

Crap job.

You're a glorified house sitter.

Usually reserved for rookies.

But, Eric, he wanted that job

even though he was
too good for it, so...

You know, waste of
talent if you ask me.

Excuse me.

What's up?

You know how the CIA said

Alexander renard
flew to the states?

Yeah, to verify the
intel about the attack.

Wh-what about it?

I ran facial recognition on

airport surveillance footage

and caught renard arriving
at Dulles a month ago.

He drove to a repair shop

called antique
audio restorations.

Want to guess what
they repair there?

Vintage tape recorders.

The big band music
wasn't the clue,

I think the tape
recorder was the clue,

and whatever intel there is

has something to
do with that shop.

You got an address?

Hello? Anybody here?

What's the owner's name again?

- Peter turso.
- Mr. Turso? NCIS.

Okay.

Mr. Turso?

Whoa.

Looks like turso was working on

more than just cd players.

Yo.

We got a body.

Yeah, and it's turso.

I think we have
a bigger problem.

There's no bomb in this bomb.

The explosive
component's been removed.

Well, if that's the bomb maker

then where's the bomb?

The ballistic missile
was stolen from

a Russian naval air
base ten years ago.

Most likely, it was later
sold on the black market

for its uranium payload.

The uranium, which is missing?

We believe it's been
repurposed to make a dirty bomb.

Do we know who
or what the target is?

No, but I've alerted the
FBI and the local authorities.

And what do we know
about the bomb maker?

Peter turso.

He's been on the atf
watch list for years,

and turns out that running
an audio repair shop

was just a side hustle.

His main business

is building and selling
illegal weapons to

various extremist groups.

Obviously, whoever
hired turso to

make them a dirty bomb

came to collect and
killed him afterwards.

- No loose ends.
- Do we know who hired him?

We're still working the scene.

We found turso's
encrypted hard drive,

so once we break into it,

hopefully it'll give
us something.

How did you learn about
turso and the bomb?

Alexander renard left
a clue to the location,

and he probably
kept it as insurance

in case you guys
reneged on his deal.

Yes, but how did you even
know about the clue to begin with?

Webb told us.

You've been in contact
with one of my officers

and didn't tell me? Why?

Webb thinks there's
a leak inside the CIA.

That's ridiculous.

Webb is being paranoid.

We already told you,

the breach came
from the French side.

And you confirmed that?

We're in the process, yes.

Webb doesn't know
what he's talking about.

Maybe. Then again,

he did lead us to the
bomb in the first place.

Did webb say who he
thought the leak was?

- No.
- Then right now

it's just idle speculation.

And with a bomb loose
in our city, director,

I think you'd agree, we have
more pressing matters at hand.

Agreed.

So, there's a
bomb loose in D.C.?

Unfortunately, yeah.
We're looking for it now.

Damn it. I was afraid something
like this was gonna happen.

What about the bomb maker?

Did you find anything
that could I.D. his killer?

Not yet. I did find a
cigarette butt near the body.

I ran the DNA from it,

and unfortunately it
wasn't in our system.

Can you trace the
cigarette brand?

Bilson brand. Available
on every corner.

We just can't catch
a break, can we?

Webb? You still there?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.

Um, speaking of more bad news,

we've got a larger
audience listening in.

The CIA found out we're talking.

I'm sorry, we had no choice.

That's all right. If you
guys can't find me,

neither can they.
The more the merrier.

Good. Yeah, 'cause I was
thinking of turning this into

a regular podcast.

The kasie & webb show.

Yeah, I like it.

We could take calls
from the audience,

answer questions.

Yeah.

Hey, webb?

Can I ask you a question?

Call me Eric.

I think we're
beyond formalities.

Okay, Eric.

Why won't you come in?

And don't say it's because
you don't trust anybody,

because you obviously trust me.

I told you before, I
got something to do.

Does this something include
finding the bomb by yourself?

I know about what
happened in Spain.

You blame yourself for
the bombing, don't you?

That's why you took
the safe house job,

so you could hide
away from the world.

But now that there's
another imminent attack,

you think if you
can stop this bomb,

you can somehow redeem yourself.

I knew you were smart.

No, I just...

I know a little something
about blaming yourself.

Yeah? Tell me.

No, it's nothing
like your thing.

It's just like stupid,
personal stuff.

No, come on, that's not fair.

You get to psychoanalyze
me and then take a pass? No.

In the past five
years, I have been in

three failed relationships.

And I have come to realize
the common denominator is me.

I am the reason
they didn't work.

It's my fault that
I am all alone.

And instead of working on it,

I just Bury myself in my work

all alone in my
little basement lab.

My god.

I sound so pathetic.

Looks like we've
both been hiding.

Accountant dragon
lady, nine o'clock.

Agent torres...

Okay, I'm gonna stop
you right there, Barbara.

Okay, I know I bailed on you

on the whole walk-a-mile
day, and you're pissed.

I-I actually wanted... but
I'm just a little busy right now.

We're looking for a dirty bomb,

so I'm sorry, but accounting
is just gonna have to wait.

No, you misunderstand.

I just wanted to say thank you.

I'm sorry, say what?

I was reviewing
your spreadsheets,

and they are... Breathtaking.

Really.

A work of art.

You have a gift.

Um, yeah, okay.

If you ever decide

you don't want to
be an agent anymore,

the accounting department
would welcome you with open arms.

Work of art?

You never told us you
were a closeted math whiz.

McGee, it just
doesn't fit my image.

I don't know,
Nicholas torres, cpa.

Kind of has a nice ring to it.

Can we just focus and
find a bomb, please?

Give me good news only.

Are we any closer
to finding the bomb?

I spoke to FBI and D.C. police.

They are searching for any
suspicious vans or trucks,

- but so far nothing.
- And I've been reviewing the various

message boards
of extremist groups,

and there hasn't been
any chatter of the bomb yet.

What part of "good news
only" did you not understand?

All right, thank
you. And good work.

Got something.

Tech trolls finally finished

decrypting turso's hard drive.

Last month he received
a six-figure payment

from an offshore account.

Six figures?

That's, that's pricey
for fixing an old radio.

The trolls traced the
payment, and get this,

the account was funded
through a CIA slush fund.

So webb was
right about the leak.

The CIA's behind all of this.

Do we know who
set up the account?

Tech trolls are working on it.

It'll take some time.

Well, time is what
we don't have.

Just keep pushing.

Jimmy, I'm on my way.

Hey.

Here's the results
from all the prints

we found on the
missile. They all belong

to turso, so...

When was the last
time you got some rest?

Between working in the
lab and talking to webb,

you're running yourself ragged.

No, I'm fine, Parker, really,
I'm more hungry than anything.

Okay, take a break,
grab some food.

We can manage
without you for a bit.

But webb... if webb calls back,

we'll patch him
through to your cell.

Now go.

You're no good to us like this.

What's up, Jimmy?

Well, I've got a time of death.

Turso here was shot
and killed about a half hour

before torres and
knight showed up, so...

- They just missed the killer.
- Yup,

and cause of death
is pretty apparent.

Single gunshot
wound to the head,

and he died instantly.

So, you find anything else?

Yes, DNA under his fingernails,

probably from
fighting off his killer.

Kasie ran it, and it does match

the DNA found on the
end of that cigarette butt,

but unfortunately...
It's not in our system.

Okay, thanks, Jimmy.

I almost forgot.

The bullet that killed turso

came from a Glock
19, same gun as webb's.

Webb never told us that
he was at turso's shop.

- Parker, you're not - gonna believe this.
- What?

The trolls managed to figure
out who paid turso for the bomb.

It was Eric webb.

It's his name on
the offshore account.

You're telling me webb
isn't trying to stop the bomb?

He's the guy behind it.

So, webb paid the bomb maker?

His name is on the
offshore account.

We also believe that he's behind
the ambush at the safe house.

I spoke to the CIA.

They said that,
as a house sitter,

webb had access
to the CIA database.

He would have known in advance

who was being brought
in for questioning.

Once he learned
that Alexander renard

was coming in, could have
easily orchestrated that ambush.

- But why?
- Renard knew

about webb's bomb plan,
so webb took him out.

So all this time we
had the son of a bitch

on our phones and never knew.

Have you told Ms. Hines yet?

I understand that
the two of them

have gotten close.

No, I sent her out for food.

I'll tell her when
she gets back.

She is not gonna take it well.

Well, hell, I'm
not taking it well.

Webb played us.

Do you have a motive?

We spoke to an ex-agent
that worked with webb

during the Spain bombing.

He said that webb did not quit

NCIS afterwards, that
he was pushed out.

Apparently, webb
got vocal about,

how he believed the
agency screwed things up.

He got aggressive,
said some things,

so they let him go.

I hate to interrupt,
but we have a problem.

Kasie never came
back from the diner.

What?

When she didn't answer
any of my phone calls,

I went over to check up on her.

A waitress said she saw kasie

arguing with a man, and
then they left together.

- Was it webb?
- I showed the waitress his photo,

and she confirmed it's him.

Webb has kasie.

Sit.

That's it?

You haven't said one
word the whole ride up,

and that's all you're gonna say?

There's no time.

How about you make time?

How about you start by
explaining why you lied to me?

You killed renard and that
bomb maker, didn't you?

You've been lying
to me this entire time.

Everything will be clear soon.

Spoken like a true psychopath.

- What you gonna do?
- Kill me?

I would like to see you try.

Do not move, bro.
I will shoot you.

Don't do it.

Works better with this.

I was never gonna kill you.

I need you to help
me with something.

Kasie hines. H-i-n-e-s.

Last seen with our
suspect Eric webb.

Yeah, I get it, Curtis,
just keep pinging her cell.

Kasie's phone's got to
be somewhere, right?

Okay, thank you, officer.

Virginia pd said a man
matching webb's description

broke into a high school
chemistry lab a few hours ago.

Stole a bunch of
chemicals, equipment.

For what? Webb's got a bomb.

Maybe he wants to
alter it in some way.

Make it, make it more lethal.

Well, that would explain
why he needs kasie,

a scientist.

I looked around the diner.

Kasie's car is still
there. He didn't take it.

Webb's too smart for
that. It'd be easy to track.

He must've stolen a car.

Did you find any other
clues at the scene?

That's the problem.
I found tire marks,

little soil, a torn receipt.

You know, all this evidence,

but no forensic examiner
to, analyze them.

Well, if we don't have kasie,

then we're just gonna
have to build her.

All right, we need to
identify the car webb stole

using this evidence only. Go.

Tire size looks big,
probably an lt235.

Definitely a larger car.

Yeah, it's definitely
a unique, tread there.

- You see the cross pattern?
- Good catch, Tim.

Could be a titan brand,

which are mostly used
on vans and smaller trucks.

Going by the size of this tire,

I'd say you're definitely
looking at a pickup truck.

A commercial pickup truck.

This dirt ain't dirt.

See these white flecks,
sort of like dandruff?

These are crystallized
mineral deposits

only used in
high-grade fertilizer.

Louis likes to use it
on the outdoor plants,

and it's not the
everyday kind of stuff

that you can buy at a store.

It's professional-grade.

That pickup truck is used
by a landscaping company.

A company located
outside of D.C.

The merchant
code on this receipt

starts with the number nine,

which signifies this
purchase was made

for a transportation service.

The amount is for $110,

which is the exact cost
for a monthly transit pass

to pay for the toll
across the potomac.

And trucks ain't cheap.
Whatever company owns this one

is probably big enough
to own a fleet of trucks

so they could amortize cost.

I can think of one big company

across the river
that fits the bill,

enchanted acres landscaping.

That's the truck
you're looking for.

Walk-a-frickin'-mile day.

Great. Thanks.

Okay, enchanted
acres just confirmed

one of their trucks was stolen.

Luckily, it was outfitted
with a lojack system.

They're sending us the
GPS coordinates now.

Ready?

NCIS!

Kasie, move.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Kasie, step away from him.

No, you don't understand.
He's not the bad guy.

- He's got a bomb.
- No, he doesn't.

We have not been
making a bomb in here.

We have been running lab tests.

I have been helping him.

Kase, he paid the bomber.

We saw his name on the account.

What you saw was a
forgery. I'm being framed.

And I got a pretty
good idea by who.

Webb figured it out when I
told him about the cigarette butt

that we found at
the crime scene.

He knows someone
who smokes that brand.

But I had to be sure
they were the killer,

so I went to their house
and I stole a DNA sample

from their trash, and I
brought it to kasie to analyze.

That's why I needed her help.

I ran a test to see

if the DNA from
the cigarette butt

matched the DNA
from webb's suspect,

and, guess what, it
was a direct match.

We know who the killer is.

Who is it?

Don't you know those
things will kill you?

Well, Harlan
confessed to everything.

He was on his way
to plant the bomb

at CIA headquarters
when we arrived.

Good timing.

Did he give you a reason?

Revenge. Turns out
Harlan had a girlfriend

who died in the bomb
explosion in Spain.

He always blamed
the CIA for her death.

Why now? That
was eight years ago.

Harlan was just diagnosed
with late-stage lung cancer.

He's dying.

Guess he wanted
to go out with a bang

and take the CIA with him.

Well, I'm glad we stopped him.

Thanks to your assistance.

Well, I had help.

And now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to call the
CIA and explain

to the deputy director
how we foiled a bomb attack

on her own building.

I'm sure she'll appreciate that.

Yeah, right.

Kasie.

- Can I talk to you a second?
- Sure.

Meet you downstairs?

Listen, I... I just
wanted to thank you.

I don't think I could've
survived out there without you.

Yeah, you probably could have,

but it wouldn't have
been as much fun.

Well, that's for sure.

No, seriously,
thanks for being there.

Hey, you like chimichangas?

'Cause a bunch of us are
going to this great Mexican place.

I'd like that.

Yeah, I'm not gonna answer that.

No.

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