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* Don't even think about

* She's running

WOMAN:
Moving up into Tree Pose.

* Don't even think about.

And breathe...

into your sacral chakra.

(gasping)

(yelling)

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Oh, come on, come on.

Seriously?

Thanks.
Everything all right?

Well, it says $1,800 a month
for a 330 square foot

bachelor apartment--
not even in a great area.

BISHOP:
Sounds about right.

I went through
the same sticker shock

when I was looking
for a new apartment, Nick.

Thought you liked
living at The Oakhurst.

I do, but my
Temporary Quarters Allowance

is up this month.
I have to find a place

that I can actually afford now.

Well, anything nice
is expensive. Trust me.

When I was in Buenos Aires
I had this 2,000 square foot

one-bedroom apartment.

Amazing view of the city,
pool, gym.

Ask me how much it cost.

How much was it?

6,000 pesos.

That's 400 U.S. dollars.

Oh.

Welcome back to reality.

Marine sergeant fell

from the roof
of her apartment building.

Suicide?

The cops think
we should check it out.

She's in critical condition
at Walter Reed.

GIBBS: Quinn and I
are going there.

McGee, take them,
process the building.

(siren wailing)

All right.
Victim is Sergeant Hill.

Lived in the fifth floor
apartment with her sister.

Sister here?
No.

She was at work.
Metro PD notified her.

Bishop, we're gonna need access
to the roof.

On it.

So, um, what do you want me
to do, boss?

Talk to those yoga ladies?

See if they saw anything?
Cool.

No, no, no.

Actually, Metro PD
talked to them already.

They didn't see anything.

All right,
let's go.

Still adjusting?

Wear it when Gibbs is around.

Yeah.

MAN:
After you, ma'am.

(buttons beep, lock buzzes)

Right this way.

We can take the elevator.

All right.
Here we go.

(siren wails in distance)

So how many people
have access to the roof?

Well, all the tenants have keys.

Gets used a lot
in the summer.

Did you see Sergeant Hill
this morning?

No. I was working
in the basement

when I heard the sirens.

I couldn't believe it
when I came outside.

Did you know her?

Not well.

She moved back in

with her sister last month.

But I'd see her come and go
and say "hi".

That's about it.

(car horn honks)

Hey, McGee.

This is definitely the spot.

Come here, take a look.

You know what?
That's all right; I believe you.

BISHOP:
Well, it doesn't look
like anyone could have seen

from any
of the surrounding buildings.

Is this camera operable?

Yeah, it is.

And there's others
in the building.

I installed them.

(electronic monitors beeping)

DOCTOR:
There are multiple fractures;
intracranial hemorrhage,

cerebral damage.

Injuries to the liver,
spleen, lungs.

What's the prognosis?

Well, there's
always a possibility

she could regain
consciousness,

but I doubt it.
If she does,

there'd be serious,
irreversible damage.

Okay. You'll let us know
if there's a change.

Certainly.

Thanks.

The sister's a wreck.

There's no point
in asking questions now.
Yeah.

We'll come back.

(elevator dings)

Hello, Doc.

You're here because
of Sergeant Hill.

She's my patient.

Hi. Special Agent Alex Quinn.

Oh. New member of Team Gibbs.

Grace Confalone.

How long have you been treating
Sergeant Hill?

For the last month.

Was she sick?

GIBBS:
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

This doctor is a psychiatrist.

Was she, uh, depressed?

Give me a break, Popeye.
I'd love to help you,

but you know I can't
give you any information

without my patient's permission.

Uh, how do you two
know each other?

GRACE:
We worked on
a case together.

Very tough patient.
Doc.

Can you give us something?

I really shouldn't
tell you this,

but you should investigate this
as an attempted murder.

McGEE:
Sergeant Erin Kendall Hill
was born and raised

in Falls Church, Virginia.

Both her parents were killed
in a car accident

when she was nine years old.

She went to live with her older
sister, Devon, here in D.C.

And she joined the Marines
right out of high school.

She was in boot camp
at Parris Island.

School of Infantry
at Camp Geiger.

Female Engagement Team Training
during two tours in Afghanistan.

Purple Heart.

Bronze star with a combat "V".

For "disregarding her own
safety, Sergeant Hill shielded

"the casualties with her own
body as large chunks of shrapnel

began flying through the air
from the burning vehicle."

Seems like a perfect candidate
for Post Traumatic Stress.

She's new, Gibbs,
but you have her well-trained.

What's next?

You gonna take me downstairs

to your torture room and try

to squeeze something out of me?

Sure. What's your
preference, Doc?

A little waterboard?

A little bamboo
under the fingernail?

Come on, Doc.

You're the one who
dangled the carrot.

Erin is my patient,
obviously she has issues.

If I was looking into
what happened,

suicide wouldn't be
the first road I'd go down.

That's all
I'm telling you.

Nice to meet you, Alex.

Agent McGee.

Get started.

Well, Sergeant Hill was
presently stationed at Quantico.

Quinn and I are going to go talk
to her company commander.

Go.

(distant jackhammering)

TORRES:
You know, if two brothers
lived in this apartment,

this place would be
a pigsty.

I hear ya.

I've got three brothers.

I haven't found a note.

It's not looking like a suicide.

You know, this isn't
a bad neighborhood, huh?

I mean, it's pretty close
to the Naval Yard, too.

How much do you think
an apartment in this area
would cost?

I don't know.
I'll give you the name

of my real estate agent.

Why'd you move?

Got divorced.

Maybe you can, uh, fill me in

on this whole District
dating scene.

Not really.

It's not my thing.

Hey, Bishop.

Are these, uh,
Marine-issued underwear?

Okay. Let's respect
Sergeant Hill's privacy.

I will take the bedroom.

Works for me.

Find anything else,
other than these?

Yeah.

She likes watches.

So... you ever been married?

Not really.

What's that mean?

Hey.

Found her phone.

(phone beeping)

Yeah, she missed a call

at 7:42 a.m.
this morning.

Just minutes
before she fell.

It's an international
country code of 93...

It's Afghanistan.

(knocking at door)

Uh, here you go.
Downloaded the building's

security recordings
from the past 24 hours.

Thanks, man. Hey.
No problem.

Listen, there's
an apartment for rent

available in this building.

Uh...

I'm kind of interested in it.
Oh, yeah.

I'm-I'm just maintenance.

Yeah, you have to talk
to the leasing agent.

Okay, could you
at least show it to me?

Just a couple of minutes,
in and out?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.
Why not?

Cool.
Come on.

Hey, I'll be back.

Do not solve

this case without me.

I'll be honest-- I'm
not totally surprised.

Why is that?

When Sergeant Hill
first reported in,

I was impressed.

Combat hero,
Bronze Star.

Kind of Marine
everyone's proud of.

But after a week on the job,
she seemed distracted.

Couldn't focus
on her work.

Any idea
what the problem was?

At first, I thought
it was because

her enlistment was
coming to an end

and she was debating
whether to re-up or not.

Now you're thinking
it might be something else?

Yeah, Afghanistan.

I think her last tour
was a traumatic experience.

Well, did you ask her
about it?

Tried, but she wouldn't open up.

She was seeing a psychiatrist
at Walter Reed on my insistence.

Hmm.

(door creaks)
(distant dogs bark)

(fire crackling)

FORNELL:
Get your hand off

that light switch.

You'll ruin the mood.

The mood?
We gonna make out, what?

I'm just trying
to express my appreciation

for your hospitality
and friendship.

If you want
to show your appreciation,

stop wearing my clothes.
Sorry,

I had nothing clean.

I thought you were gonna do
the laundry today.

Oh. Yeah. Well,

the day didn't turn out
exactly like I thought it would.

Come on. Sit down.
I made your favorite,

lasagne verdi
al forno.
That's your favorite.

(hoarsely):
"Sit, Michael, sit."

(clears throat)

I have been cooped up here all
day, alone, no one to talk to.

You tell me how your day went.

Prying conversation

is exactly why two
of my marriages didn't work.

I heard you had a Marine jumper.

Who told you that?

McGee told me. I called
the office to find out

what time you'd be home.

(groans)

It's warm beer.

Um... Hey!

The Germans like it that way.
They know... they know beer.

(sighs)

The hell? The
electricity's off.

I thought I told you.

What happened?

You're gonna love this.

I was doing my laundry

and then the washing machine

made this strange clunking sound

and then stopped.

I wanted to save you
some money.

And I'm pretty handy
with tools.

So I tried to fix it, but...
(chuckles)

...um, somehow,

somehow I-I blew
that whole black box outside.

Where you goin'? Hey!

Uh, the power company promised
they'd be here tomorrow.

Next day, at the latest.

Polly want a cracker?

Not Polly. Not Polly.

(stammers)
What do you mean, not Polly?

(squawks)

(chuckling):
Oh!

His name is Juan.
Juan.

Juan.
(chuckles)

Parrot?

(wolf-whistles)
Yeah. Actually,

a yellow-breasted
Amazon parrot.

He belongs to my brother, Kyle.

He rescued him.
But Kyle's out of town,

so I am birdsitting.

You couldn't
leave him home, Abbs?
I tried that yesterday,

but he made so much noise
all my neighbors complained.

Yeah, but your solution,
Abbs, was to bring him here?

Gibbs, his name is Juan.

(Juan squawks)

Classic. I got to go
get on the autopsy.

Look, Kyle gets
home tonight,

and I promise you will
never see this bird again.

What am I doing here?

Oh. Because,

um, I've been reviewing
the security footage

from the apartment
complex. I've isolated

the cameras that show Sergeant
Hill going to the rooftop.

So, first, she leaves
her apartment at 8:03.

She walks down the hall
and then goes

up the staircase

to the roof.
Then she's on the roof,

walking towards
the wall.

Unfortunately, the place
where she jumped is obscured

by the air-conditioning unit.

But her fall was captured
by a street-level camera

out front
12 seconds later.

She was alone
on top of the roof.
Yeah.

No one entered or exited
that rooftop

for another two
and a half hours,

when McGee, Bishop,
and Torres went up there

with the building
maintenance dude.

My gut said it
wasn't a suicide.

Could your gut
and Dr. Grace be wrong?

Sergeant Hill received
a phone call from Afghanistan

minutes before she fell.

We traced it back to a guy
in Kabul.

Who is he?
Griffin Dorn.

Civilian defense contractor.

(lock trills)

Mr. Dorn.

Special Agents
Gibbs and Torres.

Yeah. What do you want?

Yesterday you made a phone call
to Sergeant Erin Hill.

You want to tell us
what it was about?

Wasn't about anything.
She didn't answer.

Why'd you want
to talk to her?

It was personal.

Why is NCIS asking?

Sergeant Hill had an accident
minutes after your call.

She's in extremely
critical condition.

So what were you
calling her about?

I'm gonna be in DC tomorrow and
I wanted to meet up with her.

Why?

I worked with Erin
in Helmand Province.

I was impressed.

I knew her hitch was almost up,
so I offered her a job.

I wanted to close the deal.

Well, you could've
just said that.

DOD tends to frown

on civilian contractors trying
to poach military personnel.

Listen, gentlemen, I got a plane
to catch. Excuse me.

Squirrelly dude.

You trust him?

Eh, check him out.
Sir.

Get me McGee.
(keys clacking)

(chuckles)
I hate selfies.

Oh, come on, indulge me.

(both laugh)

ERIN:
You happy?

DEVON:
Yes.

I had just started my
sophomore year in college

when our parents
were killed.

I had to drop out and come home
to take care of Erin.

There was really
no one else and I...

didn't want her to become
a ward of the state.

So, you're more than a sister.

When she was
growing up,

I was really like
a mother to her.

Did you know she was thinking
about leaving the Corps?

Yes.

Erin got a very lucrative job
offer from a defense contractor,

and it would be payback time.

She told me it was her turn

to take care of me.

Said she'd pay for me

to go back to school,

get a degree and go

to nursing school.

That was always my dream.

Why is NCIS investigating?

Didn't Erin try...

to take her own life?

All indications are
that she did, yes.

What?

That she'd do it from our roof.

Even as a young girl,
when she had a problem,

Erin would always go up there
to clear her mind.

And where were you yesterday
morning when it occurred?

At work--
I'm a barista

at a coffee bar
at DuPont Circle.

I always open up early.

(loud beeping)

WOMAN (over intercom):
Code blue! Code blue!

Resus Team to ICU3, stat!

Code blue!

Resus Team to ICU3, stat!

(medical staff clamoring)

DUCKY:
I'm sorry, Abby.

There's no way
for me to determine

her mental state
from these images.

I was just hoping
there'd be something

about her body language that
could tell you something.

But why is Gibbs so
doubtful it was a suicide?

Well, Sergeant Hill was
seeing a shrink, who hinted

that there might be
something else,

but ethically couldn't
divulge anything else to him.

Hmm.

He couldn't break her
with his look?

I'm intimidated by Gibbs.

(Juan squawks)

Gibbs, Gibbs.

Ah, you do talk!

Yep, and a little bit
too much sometimes, huh?

Winston Churchill had a parrot
named Charlie the Curser.

He often went on

anti-Nazi tirades,
mimicking Churchill's voice

and using his favorite
profanities against Hitler.

The parrot outlived Churchill
and ended up residing

at a zoo called Hansfield.
(phone chimes)

That's where I saw him.

Or, rather, her.

Charlie was a female.

Oh, it's my brother.

He missed his plane
and he's stranded.

I have Juan another day.

And Gibbs is gonna kill me.

Don't tell Gibbs.

Don't tell Gibbs.

Don't tell Gibbs.

(laughing)

(squawking)

Quinn, what you find out?

Well, Sergeant Hill
was very well-liked.

I spoke to several Marines who
served with her in Afghanistan.

She didn't have any enemies.

They know she was
thinking of going to work

for a defense contractor?

No, and I asked.

While we were
at the hospital,

Sergeant Hill
went into cardiac arrest.

Eh, they were able
to resuscitate her.

How's her sister holding up?

Not well.

Oh, God, if anything happened

to my sister,
I don't know what I would do.

I'll give the doctor a call.

Thank you.

Just got off the phone
with the leasing agent

from the apartment
at Sergeant Hill's building.

Oh, yeah?

You interested?

Eh, I'm not sure.

Why?

The agent disclosed that,

uh, the previous tenant
was a 92-year-old man,

who, who died
in the apartment and-and...

It's a little, um,
just creepy.

BISHOP:
Really?

It bothers you?

Uh... yeah, a little.

I, I got, I got
to think about it.

(distant dog barking)

Gibbs?

Mm-hmm.

Thought you were
in the basement.

I was.
Now I'm here.

You losing
your hearing, too?

What are you doing, Tobias?

I hid this file.

Not very well.

I'm bored.

It's a classified
government file.

I'm a classified government guy.

Come on!

Throw me a bone.
Anything, will you?

Let me help you.

Can't watch another
cooking show.

Go back to the Bureau.

They won't sign off

on my fitness
for duty evaluation.

(door opens)

(closes)

Gibbs?
Uh-huh?

Didn't know you
made house calls.

I don't.

Mind if I get a beer?

You okay?

Erin Hill passed away.

(fridge door shuts)

(sighs)

Sorry about that, Doc.

Confidentiality
ends with death.

So...

what I couldn't
tell you before was

Sergeant Hill was involved
in the cover-up of a murder.

Sergeant Hill was ordered

by her commanding officer
to have therapy.

She was seeing me
under duress.

First couple of sessions,
she barely said a word,

but it was obvious
that she was troubled.

You said she was involved
in the cover-up of a murder.

This something
that happened in Afghanistan?

She wouldn't give me details.

She didn't want
to implicate anyone.

Grace, you're good.

(laughing): You are.
You're really good.

You had to have some
kind of hint, right?

This about the murder
of some Afghan civilian

by one of our troops?

It's about a fragging?

Grace, what?
I don't know.

FORNELL:
Gibbs, what about

the defense contractor that
offered Sergeant Hill a job?

Maybe it was hush money

for something
that she saw over there.

Is J. Edgar consulting
on your case?

What exactly
did Sergeant Hill tell you?

Not much.
She was stressed and conflicted.

It took me several sessions
to convince her

that I was bound
by strict confidentiality.

Well, was she involved in the
cover-up, or the murder, too?

She was just beginning
to open up.

A few more sessions,
and I might have found out.

You don't think
she was suicidal?

Oh, no. I would have seen that.

(birds singing)

Good morning, Dr. Mallard.

Alex. What a pleasant surprise.

What brings you down here?

Oh, uh, heard
Sergeant Hill died.

I was wondering if
her body arrived yet.

Now, Mr. Palmer's gone
to fetch her,

but he hasn't returned yet.
Why do you ask?

Well, I used to
teach my students

at FLETC that it helps
the investigation

to relate to the victim.

Ooh. Excellent advice.

Well, yesterday, when I was at
the hospital with Sergeant Hill,

you know, she was obscured with
all this life-support equipment,

and I-I really couldn't make
a connection.

This is gonna sound strange,
but I hoped to come down here

and just spend
a few moments with her.

Well, that doesn't sound strange
at all.

Truth be told, I've been known
to talk to my patients.

Really?
Mm.

It helps me get to know them.

I'm sure all the agents upstairs
think I'm bonkers.

(laughs)

Well, your methods
get results, so...

(chuckles)
You must come down here
more often.

(door whooshes open)

I am sorry
it took so long.

There was a wreck
out there on the Rockville Pike.

Oh, hey!

Good morning.
Hi, Jimmy.

So, I will just scrub up
and get the body ready.

Relax, Mr. Palmer.
You've had a hectic morning.

No, as a matter of fact,
I was thinking

of going upstairs myself
for a cup of tea.

Why don't you join me?

Shall we?

Uh... yeah.

I guess.

(laughs)

(doors whoosh open)

(elevator bell dings)

(doors whoosh shut)

Hi, Sergeant Hill.

I have a sister
around your age.

McGEE:
I've rewatched

the video-- Sergeant
Hill is definitely

the only one
on the roof.

Dr. Grace still think
it wasn't a suicide?

Grace said that
Hill was conflicted

because she knew something
about a murderous cover-up.

Well, maybe that's why
she took her own life.

Wait, if there was
a murder, where was it--

Afghanistan or here?

Could be either.

Well, she's only been
in D.C. a month.

Wait, there was...

there was a death

in Sergeant Hill's
building recently.

Well, how do you know that?

Well, there was
an apartment available.

I called the rental agent.
He had to disclose

there was a death
in the apartment.

This 92-year-old man

suffering from dementia.
Now, it's worth,

it's worth a shot.

(Bishop sighs)

Found him in the lobby.

Agent Fornell, how you feeling?

Better every day, Tim.
Thank you.

That's a nice jacket.

(chuckles)

It's mine.
What are you doing here?

FORNELL:
Following up on a lead.

Griffin Dorn,
the contractor in Afghanistan.

Guy at the Bureau,

who owes me one,
vetted him last year.

He says he's legit,

but his former employer
was the CIA.

Is it possible
to be former CIA?

GIBBS:
Thank you.

Go home.
He flew out

of Kabul yesterday
to Ramstein in Germany.

He hopped on a military
transport there,

and he lands
at Andrews at noon!

We can go
and pull him in!

You got a desk that I can use
until, uh, until then?

McGee, escort Agent Fornell
out of the building.

If he resists,
feel free to use your weapon.

Oh, come on.

Jethro!

MAN:
I was the first responder

to the scene.
The building's just

a couple blocks from here.

The old guy was dead
when I got there.

Do you remember
who placed the 911 call?

Yeah, a neighbor
in the building.

Let me pull up
my report.

Hey, you been working
this neighborhood long?

Almost a year.

I'm looking for an apartment.

It seems nice.

(chuckles)
If you can afford it.

Ah, here it is.

The old man's name
was Leonard Odetts.

The caller was a Devon Hill.

Erin Hill's sister.

Mm.

We're investigating
the death of a woman

who lived in
that building.

The one who jumped?

Yeah.

I was off-duty,
but I heard about it.

Made me think the building
was cursed or something.

What did Devon Hill say?

Told us the old guy
lived alone.

And she checked on him almost
every day before going to work.

And when he didn't
respond that morning,

she had the building
maintenance men let her in.

Gregg Abell?
Yeah.

They found Odetts on the floor
in a pool of blood.

His walker was nearby.

It looked like
he lost his balance,

hit his head on the sharp edge

of a metal table and bled out.

Didn't seem like foul play?

Not to me.

Or the coroner when he arrived.

The estimated time of death?

Yeah, several hours
the night before.

So many fractures,
so much damage.

I'm sure the only reason
Sergeant Hill survived as long

as she did is 'cause she's in
such good physical shape.

You know, when I was
digitizing the old NIS files,

I came across a case where
a Marine drill instructor

fell six stories
and survived.

He...

Are you ready?

Ah, Jethro.

Aren't you gonna ask me,
"What you got, Duck?"

Nope, you haven't even
opened her up yet.

Duck, you still

on good terms
with your M.E. friend?

Tom Hubbard?
Yeah.

We split a bottle
of Châteauneuf

only last night
over a game of gin rummy.

Call him.

Find out about Leonard Odetts.

Died five weeks ago,
apparently from a fall.
(phone ringing)

See if they did an autopsy.

Yeah, Abbs, what?

Come to the lab.
Can you come to the lab?

I got something...

Abby, slow down.

I can't understand
a word you're saying.

I'm on my way.

Why don't you start

the incision, Mr. Palmer,

while I make the call.

What took you so long?

Slow elevator.

You should take the stairs.

I'm glad your
bird is gone.

Well, I'm glad
that you're glad.

What's got you
so excited?

You're not gonna believe
what I found, Gibbs.

JUAN:
Don't tell Gibbs.

Don't tell Gibbs!

What was that?
What was what?

(Juan squawking)

Gibbs, where are you going?

I have to show you
something.

(Juan chitters)

(squawks)

Don't tell Gibbs!
Uh-oh.

Now, that sounds like Palmer.

Look, Kyle's flight got

canceled and then
a weather front moved in

and he's stuck
in Chattanooga.

But he said that
if he can't get off tonight,

he's gonna rent a car
and he's gonna drive up.
(squawks)

I know, Juan.
I just... not now.

You know, he's really smart.

And-and he watches me
all the time.

Uh, I feel like
he knows something

and he's trying
to communicate.

Abby, just tell me
what you found.

Okay.

Take a look at this.

What am I looking at?

See the difference?

Tell me.

The wristwatches.

When Sergeant Hill

was on the roof,
she was wearing

one with a leather band.
This...

is what she was wearing
when she hit the sidewalk.

It's metallic.

I mean, what did she do?

Change watches mid-fall?

The videos are
from different days.

ABBY:
Yeah, she wears an identical
uniform every day,

but she changes her watch.

Now we know

that this is the exact time
when she fell.

And I would bet my reputation
that all the other

time and date stamps
have been altered.

These were taken
on another day.

Who did we get this video from?

Building maintenance dude.

Take the stairs!

Gregg Abell, 36,
born and raised in Dover.

Graduated with a degree
in computer science

from Delaware Tech.

Why is he in building
maintenance?

Uh, Alex?

Well, probably
because he was convicted

of computer hacking
and Internet fraud in 2012.

He also spent
a year in Sussex

Correctional Institution
and is still on probation.

Certainly sounds
like a guy who could

and would
alter security video.

(line rings)
Boss?

Yeah, McGee. What do you got?

We checked out
Abell's apartment

and the rest of the building--
he's not here.

Attendants say
that's pretty unusual.

I think he's on the run.

We'll put out a BOLO from here.

You two stay there.

You watch for him.

Stakeout time.
I love it.

Grace said that Hill was

"reluctant to go to the police

"because...

she did not want
to implicate others."

Covering for her sister?

They were really close.

Devon raised her
from the age of nine.

But it's hard to believe
that she would have

anything to do
with her sister's death.

Bring her in.

(elevator dings)

(doors whoosh)

Who the hell is that?

Leonard Odetts.

You asked if there
was an autopsy report.

There wasn't.

So I did one better.
I obtained the body.

He's been dead five weeks
and Metro M.E. still had him?

Well, standard procedure.

They hold the body
while they search

for the next of kin.

They haven't found anyone yet.

Yeah, but look at
this-- this gash.

It's inconsistent
with the Metro police report.

It says

the elderly victim

took a fall, hit his head
on a metal table

and bled out.

Yeah. What do you say?
I say, well,

he was hit hard
with a glass object.

I'm taking fragments
out of the wound.

Mr. Palmer,

tell Agent Gibbs what Abby found

in Sergeant Hill's
blood.

Yeah, it was Flunitrazepam.

Known on the streets
as a "roofie."

I checked the list of drugs that
she was given at the hospital.

She didn't get it there.

Hill was drugged before
she was pushed off the roof.

(speaking inaudibly)

Come on. Are you kidding,
Torres? Come on,

I'm starving--
I haven't eaten all day.

Thanks.
Yeah.

(groans)

Yes, yes.
Thank you.

Come on!

Hey.
Hey.

My burger's getting cold,
you're hitting on yoga lady.

Is that what you think
I was doing?

I saw her give
you her number.
I was on the clock, working.

She gave me the name
of the tenant in the building

who's going to give us
the lowdown

on Abell...

and...

Devon Hill.

Oh, yeah.

It turns out
they've been doing the nasty.

An apology now
would be nice.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Here, enjoy
your lukewarm burger.

(laughs softly)
Thanks.

You know what, this is...
it's actually not cold. Fine.

Hey, uh, McGee,
for the record...

the yoga lady's name is Shanna,

and she did give me her number.

Very nice.

Thanks.

Oh-ho. Food's
gonna have to wait.

Postman. All-knowing.

You can learn a lot
about people

from what they get
in their mail.

QUINN:
The post office held
Odetts' mail for five weeks?

Yeah. The mailman
explained that,

you know,
it was pretty routine.

That they knew the
old man had died,

uh, but the post
office was holding it

until the next of
kin or executor of
the estate claimed it.

Huh. Not much mail, huh?
No. He was old, so...

uh, Social Security
check, you know,

a few utility bills,
advertisements.

No credit cards
or bank statements?

Life gets simple
when you're 92.

Only thing of interest
was this letter.

Thanks.

It's from a...

precious metal
and rare coin dealer.

He wrote Odetts
asking if he

was interested in selling some
or all of his collection.

McGee's on the phone with
the dealer right now.

So, do we think
the collection may be still

in the old man's apartment?
Well, I doubt it.

I mean, when they showed me
the place, it looked like

nobody had lived in it--
completely bare, new painting...

(squawking)
Oh! Watch out!

(squawks)

Wow. Juan flew over
the cuckoo's nest.

All right, I think I got
a motive for the murder.

Odetts was a child
of the Great Depression.

He didn't trust banks.

I've heard of people hiding
their fortune in their homes.

Well, according
to the coin dealer,

Odetts had been buying
gold bullion

and rare coins for years.

Did he say how much
the collection was worth?

Over seven figures.

We should know more
by morning.

Why? What's happening then?
Well, he's got
an appointment

at 9:00 a.m. with a man

who claims
to represent Odetts' estate.

He wants to liquidate
the collection

and needs an appraisal.

Could that man be...
Gregg Abell?

Not the name he used.

Hey. Have you guys seen the...

I was led to believe you thought
my sister took her own life.

Oh, we're pretty sure
it's a homicide.

We found strong sedatives
in her system.

She'd been drugged,
and we believe that she
was pushed off the roof.

(voice trembling):
No. That can't be right.

I should be in there--
if she knew what her sister

revealed to me in therapy,
I think she'd talk.

No. Rule number 17--
never, ever interrupt Gibbs

during an interrogation.

DEVON:
I thought there were

security cameras showing
my sister alone on the roof.

GIBBS: Well, that was altered
by the building maintenance man.

Guy named... Gregg Abell.

We know that you were having
a relationship with him.

We also think
that Abell

was involved in the murder
of an elderly man

in your building--

Leonard Odetts.

We know that you looked
in on him every day.

Your sister confessed
to a therapist

that she knew about a murder
that was covered up.

Okay, that's it!
He's talking about me.

I should be in there.
I'm gonna text Gibbs.

Um, put that away.

You'd best tell me
what you know.

(knock at door)

Boss, something I really
need to tell you.

What the hell happened
to rule 17?

I... don't know,
but it must be important

or McGee wouldn't risk his life.

(door opens)

Hey. What was so important?

Listen.

GIBBS:
Okay...

last chance, Devon.

I want to know
about the gold.

I want to know about
the missing coins.

The gold?

Lots of it.

Mr. Odetts was a sweet old man.

Never married.
All his friends were dead.

Years ago, he told me
how he didn't trust banks.

He showed me his coins.

My mistake was telling Gregg.

Wait, you-you
killed him for that?
No.

Gregg convinced me

that Mr. Odetts
was going to die soon,

with no heirs.

The money would go
to the government...

and with him suffering
from dementia,

he wouldn't even know...

if they were missing.

So we started taking it,
a little at a time.

Well, Odetts
figured it out.

He caught Gregg.

Threatened to call the cops.

Gregg panicked.

He picked up a vase...
And you made it look

like he fell.

You lied to the police,

and Gregg made
you believe that

you were guilty of the theft
and in too deep!

You have to believe me.

I loved my sister.
(sniffles)

I have nothing to do
with her death.

And Gregg swore
he didn't, either.

BISHOP:
So, I asked Torres if he'd ever

been married before,
and he gave this, like, strange,

vague answer.
Mm.

I don't think
he has been.

Nothing in his file, anyway.
You checked his file?

Well, maybe it was when
he was undercover.
Mm.

(knocking)
MAN: Hey, man.

Wash your windows.
Two bucks.

Uh, no, thanks. We're good.

There's Abell.
All right,
we've got Abell approaching

from Trent Street.

Roger that.

Let him enter
before we take him down.

It's showtime.

Excuse me, sir,
you're in the way!

(doorbell buzzes)

Hey, it's only two
bucks! Come on!

Please get
out of the way!

Whoa! You guys
are cops!

(horn honks)
Hey!

(horns honking)

(horn honking, tires screech)

Okay. Okay.

You like throwing Marines
off rooftops?

Huh?

(distant dog barking)

FORNELL:
Damn.

Thought for sure
it was the defense contractor.

The building super?

He was afraid Sergeant Hill
would convince her sister

to go to the police.

So he killed her.

So, how are you doing, Tobias?

Great. Leg's coming along.

A few aches and pains.

I still find it hard
to get up off the couch

in the morning.

I go to rehab;
most of 'em.

No, I mean, you know,
how are you feeling?

(laughs quietly)

You're shrinking me.

(laughs)

Is the meter running?

No. I'm just asking you,

as a friend.

I'm doing just fine.

Can I give you
a bit of professional advice?

I don't think
it's so healthy

for you to be
living and sleeping

three feet away from where
you were shot and almost killed.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Oh.

I get it.

You put her up to this.

What?

You want me to leave,
to move out, but...

you can't tell
me yourself,

so you've got your couch doc
doing your dirty work for you.

I'll be in the basement.

If you want
to join me, Doc.

Basement? Interesting.

What's down there?

Sawdust, bottle of bourbon.

Ooh, that sounds good.

Hey.

You know I can't get

down those steps by myself!

Yet.

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