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GIBBS:
Previously on NCIS...

BISHOP:
British prison break has left

two convicted felons loose.

McGEE:
Jacob Scott. Former MI6.

Caught selling
U.S. nuclear Intel to Russia.

NCIS are the ones who put
Jacob Scott in prison.

I asked Homeland Senior Division
Chief Morrow to join us.

Formerly Director of NCIS.
GIBBS: McGee.

Got a network
security alert.

What the hell is it?

Someone accessed our records

using a duress password.

What did he get away with?

McGEE:
It's a single file. It's old.

What was the operation in '02?

Juniper Strike.

Russian National,
Nika Razin.

She was his wife.

Boss, this is a hit list?

Where would he start, Gibbs?
Tom. Tom Morrow.

FORNELL: The man who ordered
the whole damn thing.

(baby fussing)

MARSHALL: I'll be back
real soon, okay?

Daddy loves you, baby girl.

Shh.

ANNE MARSHALL:
David?

The van's here.

Listen...

six months is gonna fly by.

No, it's not.

Yeah, you're right.

The pizza in Iraq tastes
like ketchup on cardboard.

(quiet, wry laugh)

I need you to take care of your
mom and sister while I'm gone.

Hmm?

Protect them for me.

I will.

(sighs gently)

I love you, buddy.

(anxious breathing)

Protect them for me.

(anxious breathing)
DAD: Protect them...

Put it down.

I had to do it.

♪ ♪

Anyone want this?
I'm not hungry.

You're Bishop.
You're always hungry.

Eh...

not after funerals.

Anyone else
find it weird

that Tom Morrow
had so many friends?

McGEE:
Seriously.

I mean, he wasn't exactly

the warm, welcoming type.

He always was with me.

And me.
Me, as well.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

DUCKY: Yep.
ABBY: Me, too.

Give me those waffles.

ABBY:
I prefer to celebrate life,

instead of mourning it.

So, like, when I die,
I want you guys

to throw an all-night rager.

When do you think
Tony will be back

from his secret mission?

Not a secret, Abby.

Gibbs sent him to England

to track down leads
on Jacob Scott.

After killing Morrow,

every agency
is after Scott.

Only so many places
he can hide.

Ah! There you are.

Hey, Duck. Not staying.

Grab your gear.
We got a home invasion

in Jefferson County.

Gibbs...

breakfast is the most important

meal of the day.

I insist that
you have something.

(slurps) Mmm!

OFFICER FIELDS: Minor's name
is Henry Marshall.

Father's a Marine,

deployed in Iraq
for the last six months.

When we found that out,
we got on the phone to you.

Kid says he was
getting ready for school.

Heard someone breaking in.

Saw the intruder
entering with a knife,

ran to his dad's safe for a gun,
shot the perp.

(siren approaching,
helicopter whirring)

Where was he hit?
Left leg.

Neighbor heard the shot.
Called 911.

BISHOP:
Gibbs...

got a bullet.

Must've gone
through and through.

Or he was grazed.

Either way, it was enough
to send him packing.

My third attempted
smash-and-grab this week.

Likely looking for drug money.

Is that a problem
in this area?

Typically, no.

A few blocks over,
it's a different story.

How's Henry doing?

EMT is checking him out.

14 years old.
He's pretty shaken up.

You know, you look at him,

you wish you could
take it all away.

I had to go to work
early this morning.

Henry was going to get a ride
to school from a friend.

(sighs)
I wasn't home when it happened.

Well, we're going to need him

to come down to NCIS
and give a statement.

He already talked
to the police.

We prefer to hear it firsthand.

I'm sorry, but he is in no
condition to talk to...

Mom...

I can do it.

They need to catch this guy.

Okay.

Wait-- can we pick up Cora?

Cora your sister?

She's at daycare.

It's out of the way.

I-I don't want to
keep you waiting.

Tell you what, Henry,
I'll drive.

We'll pick your sister up
along the way, okay?

And the crime scene's
been processed?

Home invasion foiled by a kid.

It could have ended up
a whole lot worse.

Hmm.
(knocking on door)

Yeah.

Ah! Agent Fornell,

thank you for joining us.

What's he doing here?

Good to see you, too.

How come you never responded
to my Snapchat?

Leon, seriously,
what's he doing here?

It's a joint update
on our progress overseas.

Agent DiNozzo's been working
alongside MI6

in their search for Jacob Scott.

DiNozzo... with
British Secret Intelligence?

Mm-hmm.
I can just hear

the endearing Bond impressions.

So where exactly is
“The Spy Who Loved Me”?

Well, he left London
this morning.

He's following up a lead
in Russia, which...

brings me to why you're here.

It's the top sheet

Scott stole
on Operation Juniper Strike.

It's the raid that
killed his wife.

That's Scott's hit list?

List is incomplete.

Our files only
divulge the name

of the NCIS agents involved.

The identities
of the MI6 operatives

were redacted.

By whom?

By the Chief of MI6,
Jessica Terdei.

She fell off the grid
after her retirement

in 2008, but Agent DiNozzo

left us Intel
on her whereabouts,

with an MI6 contact in London.

I'm ready when you are.

London?

Glad I caught up
with Sherlock over the weekend.

Gibbs...

you already
have a case here.

You won't be going anywhere.

So... I'll be hunting

the hound of the
Baskervilles on my own?

Not exactly.

Tom Morrow served this office

with distinction.

Scott took out
one of our own.

And I want answers.

Our plane leaves
in an hour...

Dr. Watson.

(quiet laugh)

No, Tony, I am not interested

in a Russian mail-order bride,

but thank you.

What do you mean, “Why”?

'Cause I'm with Delilah.

Yes, it's serious.

Dasvidaniya, Tony.

What's the latest?

Tony is tailing Jacob Scott's
father-in-law.

Where?
At a Russian bath house.

Mm! At least he didn't
send us any visuals.

(both cell phones
blipping, chiming)

Oh!

I can't un-see that.
Spoke too soon.

Give me an update.

Uh, Abby got a DNA match

to the blood found
at the Marshalls' house.

Our intruder
is Mickey Doyle, 36,

an ex-con and violent offender.

Been suspected in a number

of drug-related
murders in the area.

Doyle's last known
address is his RV;

matches the description

of the one seen on
Marshall's street

before the break-in.
Got a BOLO out on that.

Checked with all local
hospitals.

No patients matching
Doyle's description

have been treated
for a GSW to the leg.

Robbery isn't Doyle's MO.

You think he broke in
for another reason?

What do we know
about the family?

Before moving to
West Virginia eight months ago,

they were stationed
in California.

Anne Marshall worked as

an Assistant District
Attorney in San Diego,

where she had quite
an impressive conviction record.

What about the husband?

Master Sergeant
David Marshall.

He has been
training Iraqi troops

at Al Taqaddum Airbase
for the last six months.

Scheduled
to come home last month,

but his deployment was extended
due to a security issue.

Yeah, we haven't been
in contact with him yet.

Base's comms are down.

A Special Ops Marine,

and a former ADA.

It's possible something in
their past made them a target?

Find out.

ANNE MARSHALL:
I don't think my work

made us a target.

I'm a receptionist.

People I deal with
don't even know my name.

We thought you were a lawyer.

Not since we moved
from California.

To practice here,

I have to pass
the West Virginia bar.

But your husband must get
reassigned all the time.

There's no provision

for military spouses?

Depends on which state.

Hmm.

(baby fussing)
ANNE: Okay, here we go.

Good girl.

Honestly, I would choose
to stay home if I could,

but when my sister was ill,

we took on her medical bills,
and it drained our savings.

So I work during the day,

and I study for
the bar at night.

I never meant it
to affect my children this way.

Do you know who
broke into our house?

Yeah, we do.

His name is Mickey Doyle.

Is that him, honey?

Yeah.

Have either of you
seen this man before today?

No.

If he's after us,

does that mean
he's going to come back?

McGEE: Well, we don't exactly
know what's going on.

So until we do,
we're going to have

an agent posted
outside your home.

Does my dad know
what happened?

BISHOP:
We tried to make contact,

but base communications
are still down.

Can you find out
when he's coming back?

We're going to do our best.

(horns honking,
brakes squeaking)

FORNELL: So, where is this
contact of DiNozzo's?

What's with you?

Haven't eaten since DC.

The inflight meal was inedible.

They didn't serve
you tea and biscuits?

No, I wasn't
in first class.

It was credit card points.

It's a fine day
for a stroll, is it not?

You from MI6?

It's a fine day
for a stroll, is it not?

Indeed it is,
but I prefer to saunter.

Gentlemen...

...Semper Occultus.

What the hell was that?

Agent DiNozzo
left instructions

for a coded exchange.

You're kidding me.

God Save the Queen.

What is it?

It's Jessica Terdei's

MI6 application
request from 1984.

DiNozzo's highlighted her

“in case of emergency” contact.

It's an uncle.

Hugo Radcliffe,

from Warwickshire.

There was no mention of any
family in her personnel file.

Well, then Agent DiNozzo

has left us one hell
of a breadcrumb.

Gibbs, I want

to celebrate the
fact that you are

a builder and...

a catcher of bad guys,

and a man of

gleaming silver hair.

Abbs, what are you doing?

People said
such nice things

about Tom Morrow
this morning,

and it just made me realize

that we shouldn't wait
until people are gone

to celebrate them,
so I'm starting a movement:

LivingRocks.

Although I'm a
little bit afraid

that people might think
I'm talking about an actual

rock that's alive, although

that would be
really exciting, too.

Abby, I think the fact

that you're celebrating
people is awesome.

McGee, I want to
celebrate that you

can light up a room

as fast as you can ping a phone.

Well, thanks.

#LivingRocks.

#GetToThePoint.

Oh, my God...

Gibbs, you just
used the word hashtag

in a sentence.

Getting to the point.

So... this is the 38 that
Henry used to shoot Mickey Doyle

and this is the bullet.

What'd they give us?

Well, the fingerprints

and the ballistics
match Henry's story,

but the real conversation
piece is not this gun.

It's where the
gun was kept.

The Marshall family safe.

It's equipped

with a memory drive
that logs a time stamp

whenever the safe
is accessed.

McGEE:
Henry said that

he ran to go get the gun

when he heard
Doyle breaking in.

Yeah, but according

to the log, the last time

the safe was accessed
was two days ago.

Got the weapon out
before the break-in.

Why would he do that?

Why would he
lie about it?

Boss.

You talked to Henry before,

and you want to be the one
to talk to him now.

Well, there's more to it
than that, but...

How old were you when your
father was in the military?

He was out
before I was born.

Right, and with your family,
you were the one deploying.

Meaning what, McGee?

Boss, serving on the home front,
it's a very different thing.

Well, you would know.

I think I got a really good shot
at getting through to Henry.

Okay.

HENRY:
So, your dad was an admiral?

Yeah, four-star.

Did he deploy a lot?

Mm, all the time.

I remember this one day,
before he was gonna leave,

I accidentally fell out
of a tree, broke my arm.

I was, uh, I was
six years old and, uh,

I remember my arm
was killing me, but, uh,

I was smiling all
the way to the E.R.

'Cause you didn't think
he'd leave if you were hurt.

Exactly.

Did he?

Dumb question.

You know, I remember every
time my dad would leave,

I'd get all these feelings,
you know, like...

you're angry and
you're sad, and...

and you're afraid, you know,
and you're proud...

I understand it.

I'll tell you what,
it's easier...

if you don't keep
all that to yourself.

(sighs)

I know why you brought me here.

I lied because I thought
I could handle it on my own.

Handle what?

A couple nights ago,
I was out late.

I was walking by this alley
when I heard yelling,

and I saw these two guys.

One of them...

one of them stabbed
the other one.

Did you see who did it?

It was the picture
you showed me.

Mickey Doyle.

After he left,

I went over to the guy
on the ground.

He was dead.

I heard Doyle
coming back, so...

I ran home and I got my
dad's gun from the safe.

And you've been holding
on to it since then, right?

He knows what I saw.

He's gonna kill me, isn't he?

Hey, what do you got?

Around midnight,

last Sunday,

Henry Marshall was walking

down on Dresner Avenue,

passed an alley, and saw

Mickey Doyle stab and kill
an unidentified man.

Henry was the only witness,

and the break-in
was to silence him.

How did Doyle track him down?

Well, we're not
exactly sure yet, but

Henry's pretty sure
he wasn't followed.

What about the body?

County morgue says that

they have two stabbing
victims that match

the description Henry gave,
but neither are from an alley,

so it's possible
the body was moved.

That's good work, Tim.

Loop in Harpers Ferry PD.

Gibbs, I was doing
background on Anne Marshall,

and the situation she's
in is completely unfair.

What situation?

The only reason she can't
practice law here is because

West Virginia's bar doesn't
reciprocate with California.

So, her 15 years of
experience went to nothing

just because she
crossed state lines.

Bishop, focus on the case.

It's not right, Gibbs.

When troops fight
for their country,

their families do, too.

Anne Marshall, all the
military spouses out there,

who-who fights for them?

We do.

Good, because I want to
reach out to Joining Forces.

It's an initiative that
supports military veterans

and their families and...

I-I know what it is.

I'm looking into it.

I already made the call.

Oh... thank you.

You want to thank me?

(elevator chimes)

Find Mickey Doyle!

ANNE: I knew Henry
was acting strange,

but I just assumed
it was because

his father's deployment
had been extended.

I never could've
imagined this.

Henry's situation is why
I wanted to talk to you alone.

What about it?

The homicide he witnessed,
the break-in at your house,

they're connected.

We need to put
your family

into protective custody.

Is my son's life in danger?

Oh, my God.

We need Henry's help
with the investigation.

My son's been through
enough, Agent Gibbs.

What he needs right now
is to feel safe.

The only way that happens
is we find Mickey Doyle.

You're thinking he witnessed one
of our stabbings from last week?

We're looking into it now.

Lead investigator is
the same on both cases.

Name is Detective Swanson.
I briefed him.

He'll take good care of you.

All right, thank you.

Swanson.

Gibbs.

Special Agent McGee.

Hi.
Hey.

This is Henry.

Good to meet you.

Why don't you have a seat?

Can I get you a water?

Or a soda, or...?

No, thank you.

SWANSON: Just want to get
this over with, huh?

Yes, sir.

These...

are my two victims.

Do you recognize
either of them?

I-I don't know.

I'm... I'm not sure.

Now, Henry, before you look
at these crime scene photos,

you should know that
sometimes people look

a little different
when they're dead, and...

you don't have to look at them
if you don't want to.

No, I... I want to.

It's not him.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Neither one's the guy I saw.

(dog barking)

That doesn't bode well
for the health codes here.

Traditional pub,
with charming locals.

Doesn't get any better than this.
Yeah.

VANCE:
Excuse me?

All due respect,
you sound like a suit.

We are suits.

You have a better idea,
Agent Fornell?

It's a local place.

Speak like a local, you know?

May I?

Cheers, mate!

Well, that was natural.

Worked, didn't it?

What can I get for you fellas?

Hugo Radcliffe?

Yeah.

We're looking for your niece,

Jessica Terdei.

It's imperative that

we speak with her.

Who's asking?

NCIS.

FBI.

W.C. ten gauge.

Now get the 'ell
off my property.

Mr. Radcliffe...

we're the good guys.

VANCE: And we don't have
time for this.

A man that your niece put
in prison has escaped.

He's targeting people and
she might know who's next.

It could even be her.

FORNELL: See?

The good guys.

Let's take a drive.

Hey. You okay?

Oh, yeah, no, I was just
thinking about this

movement that I'm spearheading
about celebrating people.

Oh, yeah.

How's that going?
Well, you know,

I'm starting pretty
close to home,

but you never know
with these things.

It could spread like wildfire.

Bishop, I want
to celebrate

that you can

eat like Paul Bunyan,

and your heart is
as big as his, too.

Abby, I am touched.

#LivingRocks!

Tell your friends.

Hey, will you help
me with this?

Yep.

Here, hold this.

So Henry said that
Doyle stabbed the guy

just in front of this door.

Hmm. Bluestar is good
on this surface?

If there is a
trace of blood,

this is going to light up
like a Christmas tree.

There are 237 days
until Christmas,

by the way.

(groans quietly)

Uh... not seeing anything.

Santa Claus is definitely
not in town.

If the stabbing happened here,
like Henry said,

there'd be some trace of it.

McGEE:
Can't sleep?

I have this dream.

It wakes me up.

It's about my dad
saying good-bye.

Hey.

I understand, okay?

I know the feeling.

You're worried
it's the last time

you're going to see him.

I'm not lying about what I saw,
Agent McGee.

Do you believe me?

Absolutely.

I believe you 100%, okay?

What's wrong?

TV REPORTER: A body pulled from
the Anacostia River has been identified

as Wayne Woods,
a convicted drug dealer,

currently on probation...

That's him.

...with intent to sell
meth amphetamine.

That's the guy I saw get killed.

The body pulled
from the Anacostia River

was identified as Wayne Woods.

Local M.E.'s report
matches Henry's story.

What do we know about Woods?

The streets are safer
with him gone.

Thank you.

Now, that's just my
professional opinion,

but I'll let you decide,

after reading his
greatest hits.

You knew Woods.

Oh, yeah.

He's partly responsible
for the escalating

drug problem
in Jefferson County.

Tried to bust
him for months,

but I could never
get a charge to stick.

He must have friends
in the right places.

And his share of enemies.

Woods most likely was taken out
by a rival.

Poetic justice,
when you think about it.

A rival?

Like Mickey Doyle?

That's a strong possibility.

Woods and Doyle were both
criminal alpha dogs

trying to mark
the same territory.

We'd like Woods's body
transferred back to NCIS.

I already made a call.

You should be getting it

within the hour.

Like I said,
we're on the same side.

(car engine)

RADCLIFFE:
Here we are.

And in record time,
I might add.

FORNELL:
That was the most

terrifying car ride
of my life,

and I've driven with Emily.

Watch out. (grunts)

VANCE: I could have sworn
we lost a wheel.

Ah, we hit a few bumps.

Quit your moanin'.

(groans)

RADCLIFFE:
Come on.

This way.

(sheep bleating)
VANCE: So why is your niece

hiding off the grid?

Who says she's hiding?

Secluded cottage
in the middle of nowhere.

Certainly seems like she's
running from something.

(laughs)

You don't know Jessie.

That's far enough.

Quite the family resemblance.

These aren't friends of yours,
are they Uncle?

These Feds think
you're in danger.

Doesn't look that way
from my point of view.

State your business.

Jacob Scott.

He's escaped from prison.

Then what the hell
are you doing here?

The person you need to speak to

is back in the States--
Tom Morrow.

Morrow's dead.

All right, then.
Come on in.

I'll put the kettle on.
Come on.

Henry's upstairs
with his sister.

He was annoyed with me

watching over him
like a hawk.

Something he better get used to.

Everything okay?

I can't stop thinking
about how close Henry

came to being a body
pulled from the river.

That's not going to happen.

Don't placate me, Agent Gibbs.

I've done my homework
on Mickey Doyle.

You hacked NCIS files?

No.

I called in a favor with
a friend at the courthouse.

I got access to
Doyle's record.

I prosecuted
criminals like him.

I know how they operate.

They get away with murder by
not leaving any loose ends.

My son is a loose end.

Hey... he is safe here.

You all are.

If Doyle tracked
down Henry before,

what makes you think
he can't do it again?

My family's not safe.

Anywhere.

Hey, Ducky.

Detective Swanson came through
with the body, huh?

Indeed.

Meet Wayne Woods.

Although he was
pulled from the river,

his lungs were
devoid of water.

Mm. He was already dead
when his body was dumped.

Precisely.

His penultimate chapter
ended with quite a struggle.

Contusions,
multiple stab wounds...

one of which
pierced his aorta.

That was the manner of death.

Here, take a look
at the entry wounds.

Ah, jagged.

Yes, but with a pattern.

The murder weapon had a...

distinctly serrated blade.

Ducky!

I want to celebrate

the fact that you are a friend
with a scalpel.

And you inspire
dead people to talk,

and alive people to listen.

Abby, what a lovely thing
to say.

#LivingRocks!

Anthropomorphic stones,
how curious.

Abby, any thoughts
on the murder weapon?

Uh, yeah,
like one big thought.

So based on the cutting pattern,

it was a serrated combat knife,

with a five-inch blade,
and that's not all.

I ran the DNA from underneath
Woods' fingernails.

I got a match.

(Abby typing)

Mickey Doyle.
ABBY: Yep.

So... Henry was
telling the truth.

He saw Doyle kill Woods.

So why wasn't there any evidence
at the crime scene?

Maybe Doyle cleaned up his mess.

We didn't find a single
trace of blood.

I mean, if this guy
cleaned up after himself,

he must be, like,
really good at it.

Bishop.

Hey, we had a BOLO hit
on Doyle's RV.

On my way.

(knocking on door)

NCIS!

Suspect's down.

At least we know Mickey Doyle

won't be bothering
Henry anymore.

Yeah, well,
whoever killed Doyle

had a reason.

Henry could still be a target.

Gibbs....

Looks like the knife
Abby described.

(phone ringing)
Bag it, Bishop.

Bag all of it.

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

(agent speaking
indistinctly over phone)

What?!

When?

(agent speaking indistinctly
over phone)

Well, you stay where you are.

Agent on duty can't find Henry.

Said he's gone.

Bishop, you stay here.
McGee...

I think I know where
he might be headed, boss.

Henry.

(sighs with relief)

How'd you know I was here?

Well, if I were
looking for Doyle,

I'd go to the first place
I saw him, too.

He's not going to stop
until he finds me.

I just...

He's not going to find you.

Yes, he will.
Henry...

he's not going to find you--
Doyle's dead.

Look, I need you to
come with me

back to Gibbs' house, okay?

You think someone else
is after me now.

(voice breaking):
What am I going to do?

Come with me
back to the house, okay?

Your mom is worried sick, man.

No.

I promised my dad
I'd protect them.

It's my job to keep them safe.

I understand that, okay?

But it's my job
to keep you safe, too.

So how about
you help me do my job,

and I'll help you do yours.

I might have been thrown
by the accent,

but you didn't seem surprised
by Morrow's death.

I supposed I always
had a feeling

that operation would come back
to bite us in the ass.

Operation Juniper Strike.

There's more to what happened
than what's in the case files.

Our objective
was to catch Nika Razin,

the Russian buyer Scott
was selling secrets to.

Who we now know
was also his wife.

I figured as much.

VANCE:
So what exactly happened

during the raid?

We used one
of Scott's cell phones

and lured Razin

out of the Russian Embassy
in Istanbul.

But the op went south,
almost immediately.

An identified sniper
took her out.

The Russians would rather
have her dead than captured.

That was our assumption, too.

But since the target
was neutralized,

the mission
was deemed a success.

And the conveniently-timed
sniper hit was just written off.

Clearly someone
on the inside

leaked the details of the op.

Which is exactly why I conducted
an off-the-book investigation.

All my operatives
were cleared.

The leak did not come from MI6,
it came from NCIS.

And why didn't you relay
this information to Morrow?

I did.

Morrow's the one who buried it.

(sheep bleating
in distance)

Gentlemen...

(sheep bleating)

We've got company.

We missing something?

RADCLIFFE:
The herd.

They're spooked.
Sheep?

That's your early
warning system?

Get down!
FORNELL: Leon! Cover!

Now!

(engine revs, tires squeal)

I think they're gone.

You're telling me Jacob Scott
is back in the UK?

Can't say for certain.

We were too busy dodging bullets

to get a look
at the shooter's face.

Someone must've
tailed us from London.

Wait, who knew you
were there, Leon?

Handful of people
from NCIS, MI6, FBI.

We got a mole, Gibbs.

Somebody doesn't want us
poking around this case.

The list of people
to trust just got shorter.

Okay, I'll get DiNozzo
back from Moscow ASAP.

What about Terdei?

She's a target.

We got to get her
someplace safe.

We're on the next flight out.

MI6 will follow up
on local leads.

Watch your six, Director.

Got it.

Gibbs.

Hi, Andy.
Thanks for meeting me.

First time I've seen you
without a coffee in your hand.

I just had one.

Although, I hear
the best coffee in DC

is from the Navy mess.

Oh, working at the
White House has its perks.

(chuckles)

What do you got for me?

Walk with me.

After your call, I followed
up on Anne Marshall.

Yeah, a talented lawyer
like that should be

practicing,
not starting over.

I agree, but transferring
professional certifications

across state lines is
a complicated process.

That kind of legislation
takes time, Gibbs.

How long does it take
to do what's right?

You and I both know
situations like these

affect military families
all the time,

but Joining Forces
is making headway.

What about Anne Marshall?

I'll route her case up
my chain of command.

Look, I have to get to a
meeting, but I'll be in touch.

BISHOP:
This stuff from

the RV give you anything?
Oh, yeah.

Proof that Doyle and
his living situation are,

in fact, disgusting.

Tell me about it.

Oh, I will.

Exhibit A.

The knife that was
confiscated from the camper.

It's got Doyle's
fingerprints on the handle

and Woods' blood
on the blade.

Definitely the
murder weapon.

Definitely dirty.

Why would he be so
careful to clean the alley,

then not even bother to
wash off the murder weapon?

That's exactly what I just
asked Major Mass Spec.

So, I tested some
swabs from the alley.

It was scrubbed with
a professional grade cleaner

and then covered over
with alley grime.

Whoever did it knew how
to beat the Bluestar.

Could be the same person
that killed Doyle,

trying to tie up loose ends.

Abby, I celebrate

that you can take a tiny clue

and turn it
into a game changer.

And you give
the best hugs ever.

#LivingRocks.

(chuckles)

It's spreading
like wildfire.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, I got something.

Go, McGee, go.

The day after Woods'
murder, traffic cams

near the alley were accessed.

Doyle I.D.'d Henry
from the footage?

No, that's how they
tracked Henry back to his house.

Doyle did the dirty work,
but he wasn't the one

who accessed the cameras.

Then who did?

Harpers Ferry Police.

Swanson.

Got a lead you might
be interested in.

Yeah, Doyle is dead, I heard.

BISHOP:
You hear who shot him?

Dirty cop.

On the take with the
drug gangs in the county,

kept Doyle ahead
of the law.

Well, you better start
thinking real hard

before you start accusing.

Not accusing.

Arresting.

What's this?

Traffic cams were accessed
from your terminal.

You told Doyle
where Henry lived,

and then you killed him
to cover your tracks.

What are you talking about?

I didn't kill anyone.

She's right.

Cameras don't
prove anything.

No, but the
unregistered drop gun

we found at her
apartment does.

Oh, yeah, there's that.

Mm-hmm.

Turn around.

Kristin?

I want a lawyer.

(phone rings)

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Yeah, Andy.

With who?

Yeah, yeah, we'll be there.

ANNE:
I am so honored

to have been a part of this.

I still can't
believe I'm here.

Listening to everyone's stories,

it made me feel
like I'm not alone.

Because you're not alone, Anne.

One of the reasons we hold
these round tables is to stay

connected to our
military families.

Special Agent Gibbs.

I've been briefed on everything

you've done for Anne's family,

and from what I heard,
you've gone above and beyond.

It's my job.

Both NCIS and

Joining Forces,
their support has been...

I can't thank
you enough.

Anne, we should be thanking you.

I mean, we know the sacrifices
our military families are making

and it doesn't go unnoticed.

Nor do the sacrifices
of our veterans.

Honor to serve, ma'am.

Now, I understand that there's
somewhere else you need to be.

Isn't that right,
Special Agent Gibbs?

Absolutely.

There you go.

Just let that sit, let it dry

repaint it and it'll be
like it never happened.

Your dad teach you
how to do that?

Yup.

(door opening)

(baby fusses)
Henry...

What's wrong?

The security threat
at your dad's base...

it's over.

So we get to talk to him?

(laughing):
Dad!

Oh, I missed you, buddy.

I love you guys.

I love you so much.

I won't be able to make it up
until tomorrow.

Sorry, sweetheart, work stuff.

Call me when you get this.

A wife?

Daughter.

Emily.

Smarter than I will ever be.

She's in boarding
school up north.

Then you live here alone?

I do live alone, but not here.

This is Gibbs's place.

It's sort of a
floating safe house.

Who's that?

NCIS agent.

Oh.

He's on his way.
Should be here any minute.

And this Gibbs, you,
uh, you trust him?

Like no one else.

Though, he did shoot
me in the ass once.

(laughs)

Flesh wounds,
they heal easily enough.

You sound like him.

I'd offer you tea,
but he doesn't

carry the stuff.

Choices are...

water, beer, or bourbon.

Whatever you're having.

There's something I've
been meaning to tell you

since we got back from England.

What's that?

I've come around
about your sheep.

Is that right?

They're very smart animals.

Alert...

instinctive...

I might be in
the market for one.

I know a guy.
I could make the call.

(gasping)

(gasps)

(phone ringing)

(door shuts)

(phone ringing continues)

(gasping, weakly): Emily...

(ringing continues)

(ringing continues)