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GIBBS:
Previously on NCIS...

Morrow's dead.

Jessica Terdei, she was
with Fornell when he got shot.

Prep him for surgery!
Is he gonna be okay?

Clayton Reeves. MI6.

This FBI Special Agent
Tess Monroe.

Jacob's already killed
former Director Morrow,

MI6 Chief Terdei.

Where's Jacob?

Boss, he's in the Navy Yard.

I'm being set up
for those murders.

Jacob's telling the truth.

I think someone used Jacob's
file to create a fake print.

Kort was the one selling secrets
to the Russians, not Jacob.

TONY:
Kort disappeared right after

he learned about Ziva.
He may know about Eli's files.

He's running.
I can guess where he's going.

Israel?
McGEE: Boss,

look at this.

REPORTER:
The house previously belonged

to Mossad Director Eli David.
Isn't that...

Where Ziva's supposed
to be staying.

The blast occurred
just hours ago

in this tiny Israeli village

on the outskirts of Tel Aviv.

The farmhouse belonging
to the former Mossad Director,

the late Eli David,

was the apparent target
of mortar fire

just before midnight.

Several terror groups have
already claimed responsibility.

More like
a one-man terror group.

Where's Trent Kort?

No word, Gibbs.
All previous means

of locating or contacting Trent
Kort have been disconnected.

None of his former CIA people,

no GPS to track,

nothing, Boss.
It's like he fell of the grid.

DiNozzo.

Still no Ziva.

I tracked down Adam Eshel
in Belgium.

He, uh, hasn't spoken
to her in over a year,

but he was pretty sure
she was staying

at her father's old house.

And, uh, we are just receiving
late word of a possible survivor

being pulled from the rubble.

No identity as yet,

as rescuers continue to dig.

A survivor.

I can't stay here.

We know that.

If that's Ziva, I got to go.

We know. McGee, get him a plane.

It's already booked.

The plane leaves
for Tel Aviv in four hours.

Boarding pass is in your inbox.

What are you waiting for?
Hey.

Go.

♪ NCIS 13x24 ♪
Family First
Original Air Date on May 17, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

What is really surprising
about this attack

(knocking on door)
is that it would...

(door closes)
I got Mossad to confirm

that Ziva's been residing
at the farm house, Gibbs.

That's all that
they were willing to share.

(sighs)

No surprise.

Still no sign of Kort, huh?

We'll find him.

After this bombing,

he could've easily crossed over
to Egypt, Jordan.

Any help from Interpol?

Agent Monroe's got
a contact there.

Knows of a safe house that Kort
used in the past in Budapest.

It's worth checking out.

DOCTOR:
Good news is we'll be moving

your father out of the ICU
in the next day or two.

He gave us all

quite a scare but fought hard.

He managed to clear that first
hurdle beautifully.

And the bad news?

Second hurdle?

I won't lie,
he's got a long road ahead.

The bullet narrowly
missed his spine

but still caused
significant nerve damage.

Are you saying he's paralyzed?

Nothing permanent.

We anticipate problems

with his right arm and leg.

He faces extensive rehab,

and they'll be tough times
ahead, I'm afraid.

(sighs) Been there, done that.

Nothing he can't handle.

(crying)

I got to get this, excuse me.

Uh, hope I'm not interrupting.

Gibbs, you haven't
answered your cell phone

for a couple of days

and your coworkers
said you'd be here.

Yup.

Here I am.

So, um, how you holding up?

Okay then,
how are you holding up?

Uh, Emily, isn't it?

I'm Grace.

Not great, Grace,
to be honest.

Who is this now? A girlfriend?

Head shrinker.

Seriously?

I'm not here
to shrink anyone's head.

Though I am very sorry
for what you're going through.

If there's anything
I can do...

Well, actually, there is.

There is?

Well, yeah.
If we're gonna catch the guy

who did this,
I would rather you not be alone.

Uh, you mind
sticking around?

What? No.
I-I don't even know her.

I don't know you either,
sweetie,

so we have that in common.

Gibbs.

Whoa.

Look at those beauties.

Your handy work, Popeye?

They're not done yet.

We ran out of polish.

Hey, I can go get you some more.

Is that "Flamingo Drag?"

"Watermelon Pie."

You would do that?

What, to kick those up
a notch?

Hey, why don't we both go?

We'll grab some more colors,
a couple of lattes,

and then we'll come right back.

(quietly):
You can trust her.

(in normal voice):
I do.

(sighs)
Okay.

Give me a second.

Okay.

Wow. You trust me.

I owe you.

I'll bill you.

Kidding.

You asked and I came.

Plus, I'm well versed
in teenage girls.

I was once one myself.

Hmm.

Well, she's a lot more
than that.

I wish you luck.

I think you're gonna need it.

Mm-hmm. Thanks.

And you're welcome.

GIBBS:
Hey,

where you been?

Well, I considered
getting a massage,

but I can't find my neck.

(groans)

Tell me about it.

You find Kort?

I'm still waiting on my guys
from across the pond.

They don't work
quite as fast as we do.

For good reason.

You want speed
or do you want accuracy?

Gibbs.

Where's Agent DiNozzo?

Headed to Israel.

His plane leaves
in a few hours.

What is it, Director?

I just got a call...

(voice breaking):
from Tel Aviv.

You'll want to sleep
on the plane, son.

I can give you a little
something that works for me.

That's all right.

I'm not gonna sleep, Dad.

Look, it's gonna
be fine, Junior.

You do know that, right?

No, actually, I don't.

Well...

I guess it's better
to be prepared,

but I've got this feeling...

The feeling of what? The feeling
that she's still alive?

So do I.

But I don't know
that she's still alive.

And nobody knows anything,

so what's the point
in feeling anything at all?

I didn't mean
to make things worse.

Listen, I know
you're trying to help,

and I appreciate it,

but I'm a wreck.

You're a rock, son.
(knocking)

That'll be my ride.

You finish,
I'll get it.

Thanks, Dad.

Hey.

I'm on the run, I got...

Hey, Tony.

McGEE:
We, uh...

Vance got a call.

(sighs)

(softly):
Ziva.

(bags thump)

(voice breaking):
Are we sure?

(sighs heavily)

I'm so sorry, Tony.

It's devastating.

The intensity of the fire

reduced most
of the farmhouse to ashes.

Makes no sense.

Just when you think she'd
finally found peace at home.

Indeed.

Well, life rarely ends
the way we imagine.

Yeah, Ziva, she would've,

she would've gone out swinging,
you know?

You know, just fighting
till her last breath.

Instead of ambushed

in her sleep by some coward
with a mortar launcher.

Hey, how's Tony?

Uh, about how you'd expect.

Anything we can do for him?

He made one request.

That we do what Ziva would do.

Find Trent Kort.

And kill him.

(computer chimes)

Here it is,
Dr. Mallard MI6 is finally

giving us permission

to perform
Director Terdei's autopsy.

Then let us make haste,
Mr. Palmer.

Perhaps she can
point us towards Kort.

Wherever he may slither.

(sighs):
Okay.

What are you doing here?

What am I doing?

What are you doing?

What are we doing?

Is anybody here?

Oh, DiNozzo.

What do we know?
What are the facts?

'Cause we don't assume,
we verify.

Do we know she's dead?

'Cause if we know she's dead,
we're gonna get him.

Yeah, she's dead,
and we will get Kort.

Us. Not you.

Oh, yes, me!

We've lost agents before,
haven't we?

And when we do,

(pounding)
it's all hands on deck!

She's more than an agent to you.

She was a daughter to you.

She was a sister to McGee

and Abby, and...

She was no more to me
than anybody.

Well, that's not true.

Yes, it is!

And why are you following me?

Come back home, Junior.

No!

(softly):
I can't.

(sniffling)

You need time.

I need to know what happened.

You need to breathe.

I'll breathe
when Trent Kort is dead.

SENIOR:
But not like this.

Just for tonight.

Get your bearings, son.

Listen to him.

He's right.

Go.

Or go for good.

(sighs)

What?

I'm not asking.

We got this.

(breathing heavily)

Sorry, Tess. We've got friends

surveilling possible hideouts

from Brussels to Turkey, all
the way to the Russian border.

Officer Kohl,

we're way past surveillance
at this point.

You want Kort taken
dead or alive?

We'd actually prefer
if you tagged him

and released back into the wild.

No need for sarcasm, MI6.

Just a little bit jet-lagged,
Interpol.

Find him.

What, Monroe?

Well, I'm just wondering,

maybe Kort's not
over there at all.

What if he's still here?

And he outsourced the hit?

McGee said he was smart.

Smart enough to
keep his hands clean?

Assassins for hire everywhere.

Out to make a quick dollar.

We find our killer,
we find Kort.

Yeah, but how?

NSA chatter.

Yeah, Kort and anything
to do with Israel.

On it, and I'll check
for wire transfers, too.

GIBBS:
Congratulations.

You're now a journeyman agent.

I will carry this
with tremendous pride.

(sighs heavily)

You all right, boss?

We need answers.

You know, there's something
I've been thinking about

a lot lately.

Something you said to me
when you first hired me.

Something I never forgot.

You asked,

"What happens when
the best agents in the world

want to accomplish something?"

"They get it done."

Damn right they do.

For Fornell.

For Ziva.

We'll get it done.

BISHOP: NSA confirmed it
through CIA and Homeland.

Breadcrumb trail points
to Kort hiring

this man to do the bombing.

CLAYTON:
Ghazi Farsoun.

I know him.

Palestinian.
Jack of all trades.

How much did Kort pay him
to take out the farmhouse?

30,000.

We believe this is the wire,

though the names
involved are fake.

That's a bargain
on the black market.

Where'd the transfer come from?

D.C.-based bank.

(scoffs)
Son of a bitch.

He never left.

I knew it, Kort's been
in the States the entire time.

Question is,
where's he hiding?

Tony, what are you doing here?

Director called me in.

Tony, I'm so sorry.

I wish there was
something I could say.

Thank you, Bishop.

Tess, did you say
that Trent Kort is here?

Looks that way.

Where's Gibbs? Does he know?

Upstairs. He knows.

(sighs):
Okay.

McGee, catch me up after.
I want in.

You got it.

VANCE:
Agent DiNozzo.

Come in.

You remember
Mossad Director Elbaz.

Orli.

Yes, this is no time
for formality.

It's good to see you, Tony,

despite the sad circumstance.

Yeah.

Tell me you got who did this.

First, let me say
how very sorry I am.

This is profound
for so many people,

myself included.

That's interesting.

From what I recall, you and Ziva
weren't exactly BFFs.

Something about you
running off with her father.

Agent DiNozzo.

Ziva and I mended many fences
in recent years.

I came to consider her
a dear friend, and I know

she would say the same.
Friends don't let friends

get hit by mortar fire.

We had no way of knowing.

You're Mossad,
you know everything.

Including the fact

that Kort never left
the United States.

We confirmed that Trent Kort
was behind the attacks,

hiring Farsoun to destroy

Eli David's private file.

Ziva was...

an unexpected
and unfortunate casualty.

And you're sure?

You haven't even finished
sorting through the rubble.

Where is Farsoun now?

Every effort is being made
to hunt him down, Agent Gibbs,

believe me.

I'd believe you
if you were still

back in Israel searching,

instead of standing here
telling us how sorry you are.

Actually, I am here for
a much more important reason.

Something
far more personal.

Bring in Tali.

Wasn't that Ziva's sister?

Her namesake, yes.

Whose namesake?

You may have heard
there was one survivor

pulled from the farmhouse.

Her room was in a corridor
not destroyed by the fire.

(door opens)

Tali...

is Ziva's daughter.

And your daughter, Tony.

ORLI:
Poor Tali.

She cried throughout
the flight,

Enduring more in her last day

than most people do
in a lifetime.

TONY:
Does she even know?

I mean, does she understand?

All she knows is that her mother
has gone away.

(sighs)
Ziva assured me

you were the only
biological possibility,

in case you were wondering.

I wasn't.

But if she had any doubts,

that would explain
why she didn't...

tell me.

No doubts.

Yes, she's the image
of her mother,

but the eyes are all you, Tony.

If I'd known she was pregnant,
(scoffs)

I would've been there
in a second.

Which is precisely
why she didn't tell you.

She didn't want
to disrupt your life

any more than she already had.

That was not her decision
to make.

You know better than anyone

how fiercely
independent Ziva was.

She did not need
a man to complete her.

She was quite comfortable
and confident

raising Tali on her own.

Without ever telling me.

Actually, she came
to regret that decision

as Tali grew,
but she struggled

with how to break the news.

She didn't... she knew
you wouldn't be pleased.

Then she never knew me at all.

(footsteps approaching)

Is it true?

Can we see her?

What do you got, Duck?

Nothing, Jethro.

Nada. Naught. Niente.

Not a bloody thing

on Terdei's body

to indicate the whereabouts
of Trent Kort.

Let's hope
that Abby fairs better

with the clothing and bullets.

Okay.

You all right?

Are any of us?

I mean,
it's information overload.

One could pull a muscle
trying to digest it.

First, Ziva.

And now a child.

Not a typical day.

Is that really
all you have to say?

Keep your eye on the ball, Duck.

Jethro, I know

that Trent Kort
is our primary goal,

but we cannot lose sight
of Anthony

and the enormity

of what
he's going through.

We're not.

Good.

Family first, Jethro.

Great kid.

If she's as much like
her mom as you say,

I wish I'd met Diane.

Oh, you two together? (laughs)

That's a scary thought.

What about you, Popeye?

What about me?

Well, lots of curve balls.

Fornell is like
a brother to you.

How does it feel
almost losing him?

And then you have
this former agent, David, is it?

DiNozzo loses a love,
gains a child.

That's got to
make you feel...

(scoffs) what?

I can't believe I have
to resort to this. Um....

Nod if I get anywhere close.

Sad, mad,

happy, scared.

Sure.

Sure, what?
To which feeling?

One of them?
All of them?

It's not the same.

I-I don't...

You don't what?
I-I don't...

You can say it.
(clears throat)

You can say it, Gibbs.

(phone rings)

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Yeah, Abbs.

Uh, yeah. Right there.

What's not the same? Tell me.

Tell me.

Nothing.

I gotta go. Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Let's run to the couch.

Run, run, run, run, run, oh.
(laughs)

The old man you were
with before, that's Senior.

He'll be back from the market
in a little while.

Until then, we just...

Ooh, hey, I got one.
All right.

(blows)

One...

two... three.

Do you see it?
Oh, here's it coming!

It's coming back down to us.

(quiet scream, whooshing)

Okay.

(sighs)

All right.
KEH-lev.

What's that?

KEH-lev.

KEH-lev... I don't know.

KEH-lev, KEH-lev.

Okay. Okay. Shh.
KEH-lev, KEH-lev.

It's okay. It's okay. KEH-lev, huh?
KEH-lev.

Is it this?

KEH-lev.

KEH-lev is your doggy.

(sighs)
Well...

Thank God
for the go-bag, right?

Well, your mom always packed

a go-bag.

Tony, you are so...

(sighs) loved.

I lost my little sister Tali

in a Hamas suicide bombing.

GIBBS:
What's going on, Abbs?

Clayton is
a Renaissance man, Gibbs.

Hobbyist, really.

Minor in science at
the University of Birmingham.

Mostly in it
for the smart women.

ABBY: Um, don't worry

about the radioactivity.

It's at, like,
super low levels.

Radioactivity? From what?

This mud is
from Kort's footprint

that was found at your house.

The techs scraped it up
the night that Fornell was shot.

Should I be worried?

CLAYTON:
Again, super low levels.

Nothing a mop
and soapy water won't fix.

That tells us what?

Well, it doesn't
tell you anything.

It tells me that
we've got some bad

nuclear juju going on here.

It tested positive for isotopes.

And what does that tell you?

Well, if we can find
the source of the isotopes,

it might be where Kort
was exposed.

And if we find
where Kort was exposed...

Then we find Kort.

McGEE: Now these
are the nearest facilities

handling nuclear material.

Two in Virginia,
two in Maryland.

Let's split them up.

I'll take Bauco Point
in Maryland.

I'll take Feder Power and Water.

CLAYTON:
Hold the phones.

Isn't that what you people say?

Or is it "stop the presses"?
Keep talking, Reeves.

These nuclear sites.

We're assuming
Kort's connected to one.

Is or once was, yeah.

Well, it just hit me.

We might not have the scumbag,

but we have
another common denominator.

Someone we know connected

to all of this.
Jacob Scott.

Who's already told us
everything he knows.

Why would he hold
out on us now?

Maybe he doesn't know
he's holding out on us.

Doesn't know all he knows.

(phone rings)

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

Great. Great news.

On my way.

Get Jacob Scott in here.

Let me know
when you got something.

Look.

So yummy. Yummy.

Rough night?

Yes.

Aside from the screaming,

tears, (chuckles)

not to mention poor Tali here.

Oh, who's poor?

All I see is happy Tali.

Smart Tali. Strong Tali.

You got to keep
it positive, Tony.

It really matters.

Okay.

Positive.

She positively seems
to have no appetite.

Well, would you?

I mean, look at these
yucky jars here.

No, you got to try

these organic baked yams
that I brought over.

They're packed with vitamin C,

natural fibers.

Mmm.

Hmm.

What are you doing
to my countertop?

Child-proofing.

Y-you know,
it never used to bother me,

getting on a plane,
or driving a car,

but now that I'm responsible
for another human being,

I have become much more
safety conscious.

And my job is not nearly
as dangerous as yours is.

Hey, are you,
are you coming back to work?

Of course I am.
Why wouldn't I?

Oh, I don't know. I just...

Y-You're a single dad now, Tony.

And an agent
in the line of fire.

Just wasn't sure
you'd want to juggle.

Well, I've been juggling
my whole life, Jimbo.

That's great.

You know,
as long as you're happy,

I am a big believer

in modeling happiness.

Kids, they-they mirror so much
of what they see.

In about ten years,
most likely,

you'll have Gibbs' job,

and then you'll be happy.

And little Tali here
will see that,

and she's just gonna
follow your lead, aren't you?

That's how
that works out, right?

Did I die? This Hell?

I get a call telling me
you're awake,

and I get all the way down here,

and you're still sleeping.

How rude of me.

Kort.

It was him.

Yeah, we know.

Tobias, you look awful.

(weak laughing)
Ow. Ow.

I feel awful.

Leg's numb.

Can't move my arm.

My head is like
ten hangovers.

All that matters is you're back.

You got a lot of work to do
to get better.

What the hell?

Watermelons.

Em.

Nice.

(door opens)

CLAYTON:
Jacob Scott.

Consider this your first

official meal as a free man.

Chips ain't half bad.

Trent Kort.

How'd you like
to help us find him?

If I knew where Kort was,

I'd have tried
to put him away myself.

How'd you two first meet?

It was so long ago.

Through work, I suppose.

The way you would anyone.

Interagency between CIA, MI6.

Do you recall
the last assignment?

Well, countries
were rebuilding

their defense systems
post 9/11.

Exchanging top-secret Intel.

How'd you get yours?

My contact
was a man named Edgar.

Edgar what?

Don't know.

He was a-a nuke expert,
contracted by DoD.

Knew which countries
had nuclear capability,

which didn't.

Did he know Kort?

He's the one introduced us.

Edgar was the brains.

He knew everything.

Any idea how to find him?

If he's even alive

or in the States.

We never found him.

Edgar found us.

(phone rings)

Run a search
for nuclear engineers

with the name Edgar.

I think I can handle that.

Enjoy your Beltway Burger.

TONY:
Where are we with Kort?

Well, we might have
come upon his next target.

A nuclear expert.

Kort's into nukes now?

Just following a lead.

Well, that's a lead
I'm interested in.

Call me when you're close.

You know I will.

We all want him.

She looks just like her mother.

What do you make of
all this, Tali, huh?

Daddy taking care of you?

She doesn't know Daddy.

What do you mean?

I just met her.

And if Ziva never told me
about Tali,

maybe she never told Tali
about me.

Were you and Ziva
an item the whole time?

Timothy Farragut McGee,
how indiscreet.

You know I would never
kiss and tell.

Sure you would.

We had a connection.

And obviously,
a very fond farewell.

(scoffs)
That's unbelievable.

I loved her, Tim.

I know you did.

(phone rings)

Yeah, Abby,
I'll be right there.

Something on Kort?

Don't know yet.

You'll call me?

You know I will.

McGEE:
All right, what did you get...

Clayton?

Clayton is a smarty-pants.

I thought
I was a Renaissance man.

Well, you're a
lot of things.

Abby, why am I here?

Turns out the isotope that
we found on Gibbs' floor,

isn't traditional at all.

It's experimental.

Who was doing the experimenting?

CLAYTON: Only one place.

Pryor Nuclear Research Facility.

Kort must've gone there
to stake it out.

ABBY:
And look who one of their

top researchers is.

Dr. Edgar Polk.

That's our man.

Kort's Edgar.

NCIS. What do you have?

Facility's on lockdown.

Two workers shot.
One abducted by gunpoint.

Who was taken?
I've been directed

to withhold names until
the families have been notified.

Yeah, well unless you want
to be reassigned

to the local mall,
I would reconsider that.

Is it Edgar Polk?

Do you know where they took him?

You have security cameras?

Yeah.

That's Kort.

And he's got Polk.

Can you zoom in on their faces?

Buddy of mine
taught me

how to lip-read
across a crowded room.

BISHOP:
Okay.

Edgar's saying something
about his son

in Chesapeake City.

Could be where his files
are stashed.

We're talking nuclear secrets
from all over the world.

If Kort gets
his hands on those...

McGee, go find his son's place.

(sighs)

Still think
you could have gotten away

with "pretend tea", Dad.

I don't think
she would know the difference.

But I would know, Junior.

What does Daddy know

about making tea, anyway?

Please don't...
just don't call me that.

Why not?

Embrace it, son.

This kid is a DiNozzo

all the way.

It's been a long day,
and I need to take a shower.

(groans)

Grab me a wipe

out of her bag, will you?

(sighs)

Thanks.

TONY:
Here we go. Hop on.

Getting pretty good at this.
(engine revving)

What's this?

Oh, uh, I found that stuffed
in the side of her bag.

I-I figured
you'd seen it before.

Imah?

Yeah, that's right, Tali.

Imah.

W-What does that mean, "Imah"?

Hebrew.

It means "mother", "mom".

Oh.

Aba.

Tali, what did you say?

Imah. Aba.

Aba?

Daddy.

Ziva must have told her.

She knows me.

That's right, Tali.

You want to see something?

You're gonna like this.

Oh, yeah. Look.

This was Imah's.

Imah's?
Imah's, yeah.

Imah.

TONY:
This belonged

to Imah,

and now it's Tali's.

Come here.

There you go.

(phone rings)

McGee?

Hey. You want Kort,
here's your chance.

You got him.

We're about to.

I'm gonna text you his location

in Chesapeake City.

Wait for us
if you get there first.

Are you sure he's there?

Listen, Tony.

You wanted him, we got him.

I'm on my way.

It's the 21st century, Edgar.

There are places that will
digitize old files for you.

Could've saved us the trouble.

Live and learn.

Pleasure working with you
back in the day.

(muffled shouts)

(tires squealing)

BISHOP:
Calling the fire department.

Kort can't be far.

Fan out. Take the back.

Not waiting for Tony?
No. No. Move.

Polk could still
be in here.

(coughing)

(grunting)

No one to break us up this time.

(gunshots)

Freeze!

Old friends and new.

But not the one I expected.

TONY:
I'm here.

DiNozzo.

I had no idea
she'd be in the farmhouse.

You know that.

Do I?

It was nothing personal.

Strictly business.

It is personal.

It's Ziva.

She was my family.

Look who stopped by.

You got something on your mind?

Want to tell you
why I was late today.

Well, you got there, DiNozzo.

I don't need an explanation.

I have one.

A few months ago, you asked me

what I really wanted.

If I wanted to be
an agent anymore.

Catch bad guys.

(chuckles)

Now I know the answer.

I had a feeling.

The Gibbs gut.

No. You.

Seems to me,
you've known for a while.

Only now, you've got
a daughter to think of.

You can't only think
about yourself anymore.

Evidently we have a daughter.

Me and Ziva.

Maybe she knew me
better than I thought.

When McGee called,

something hit me.

I got this feeling,
something

I'd never felt before.

In that moment,
I didn't want Trent Kort dead.

All I wanted to do was take.

(sighs)

Everything that she had
in her life was gone.

Mm-hmm. Except you.

Except me.

I'm it.

I'm everything to
that little girl now.

And I've never been
anybody's everything before.

But you showed up.

Yes, I did.

In all kinds of ways.

But that's it.

I'm done now.

I'm gonna take Tali
to Israel,

look for some answers.

Then I'm going
to take her to Paris.

Ziva loves Paris.

You gotta do
what you gotta do.

And you gotta believe

what you gotta believe.

I'd say "thank you",

but it doesn't quite
cover it, boss.

You take care of yourself
and your family, DiNozzo.

Copy that, boss.

(chuckles)

Abbs. You're in early.

Always.

What's your excuse?
(sighs)

I've just got
a few things to take care of.

Where's Tali?

Home.

With... (chuckles) Grandpa.

Senior must be so happy.

To put it mildly.

Whoa. I've never
done that before.

Hmm. How'd it feel?

Empowering?

(chuckles)

I just have something
I need to tell you

before you go.

How do you know I'm going?

Because I'm Abby Sciuto,
and I know things.

(chuckles) Why did I ask?

I know how much...

Ziva...

really loved you.

And I need to know

that you know that, too.

I do.

I think.

(sighs)

Don't think.

Know.

I know.

She told me.

I'm really gonna miss you,
Anthony DiNozzo.

Not half as much

as I'm going to miss you,
Abby Sciuto.

I am an NCIS Special Agent.

My duty is to serve
and protect the United States,

and our Navy and Marine Corps,
across global boundaries.

I recognize my badge
is a symbol of authority

and public trust.

I will live my life
above reproach.

Understanding my actions

reflect upon
my fellow special agents

and our agency.

Tony.

Hey, guys.

So Gibbs talked to us.

You serious about this?

I have five words for you.

Very Special Agent
Timothy McGee.

Eleanor Bishop.

You're a very good agent.

But not nearly as good
as I think

you one day will be.

Take care of yourself.

Where are you going first, Tony?

Well...

I'm going home

to see Tali.

The MI6 Director wants
a debrief in MTAC later.

Lots to explain.

Multiple agencies.
Plenty of paperwork.

All about
international teamwork.

Happy to help.
Director can be a little bit tricky.

so I wouldn't mind some back-up.
BISHOP: Okay.

I'm in.
Me, too.

Yeah, you got it.

Listen up.

Grab your gear.