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(indistinct radio chatter)

(watch beeping)

Jenn?

Is everything
all right?

Are we at war?

Mom, we're off the East Coast
of the United States.

I hope not.

Well, then what are you doing?

Reporting for duty.

In the middle of the night?

Ships don't sleep.

In that case,
I'll come with you.

Mom, please, don't.

That's the point
of a Tiger cruise.

A chance for friends and family

to experience Navy life
firsthand, right?

Technically... yes.

But we spent all day
together yesterday,

and we'll have all day today.

Exactly. The more time,
the better.

Unless you're trying to get

rid of me to go see a boy.

Mom! What...
I know the Navy
frowns upon that,

but you have my blessing.

As long as you spill
all the details later.

I love you, Mom.

Go back to sleep.

Well, at least tell his name.

Sure.

Everyone calls him Elmer.

Is he at least an officer?

(indistinct radio chatter
in distance)

Morning, Elmer.

So, I hope you don't mind,

but I had to tell Mom
about our love affair.

I know.

I'm the one who begged her
to come on the Tiger cruise.

(sighs)

But now what do I do with her?

(mechanical whirring)

(alarm buzzing)

You're killing me, Elmer.

Don't make me crawl in there.

(gasps)

*

Washington, D.C.,
is a place built by people

who appreciate
math, science and art.

Yeah, architectural geniuses.
Yes.

And twice a year,
that genius is highlighted

when the sun sets perfectly
behind the Washington Monument,

so that the shadow's pinnacle
is touching

the front steps
of the Capitol Building.

(chuckles)
It is perfect symmetry,

perfect balance.

Delilah and I
are very much

into mathematical symmetry,
you know.

Yeah, you speak in binary.

Now, are we almost
at the good part

where you actually propose?

Almost, almost,
'cause with the help

of Abby's friend Ranger Rick...
Burt.

...Delilah and I will take
a private tour

to the top
of the Washington Monument,

where the sun will be setting
perfectly through the window.

I will get down on one knee,
open the box,

and the light
will hit the diamond,

highlighting its perfect
symmetrical cut.

(elevator bell dings)

Then I pop the question.

You're gonna blind her?

What do you mean? That's good.

Isn't that good?

It is incredibly nerdy.

And...

perfect and...

Delilah will love it.

Thank you.

Except...
What?

Well... (sighs)
if I'm not mistaken,

the sun won't be in
that position again

until next year.

Hmm, and who's the nerd?

March 25-- so what?

That's six months away.

I mean, I guarantee the location

and circumstances
don't matter that much.

Back me up, Torres.

Look, the biggest problem
is keeping it a secret.

Tim, you are sweating.

It's hot.
Oh, no, it's actually freezing.

Says the 90-pound thermostat.

Ooh, he's edgy, too.

Yeah.

Sorry. It's... the ring.

Ever since it got here,

I'm acting like
a different person.

Yeah, Gollum.

Look, I've never
met your girl,

but I'm guessing
she'll notice.

What do I do?

GIBBS:
Ask her.

Or stop talking about it.

Ever the romantic.

Got a dead body
on a destroyer.

Quinn and I are in a helo
out of Andrews.

QUINN:
You know, I spent

a year as an agent afloat
early in my career.

It was amazing, but

would any one
of you rather go?

24 hours of seasickness?

No, thanks.
I'll pass.

You know, they make
medication for that.

Do they ever.

I bought all
nine different

motion sickness remedies
just in case.

Um, where's Ducky?

Oh, he's already seasick.

He ate some bad shrimp
last night.

He got food poisoning.
(elevator bell dings)

He...

(elevator bell dings)

Bye.

Oh...

(indistinct chatter over P.A.)

REY:
Hate the circumstances,

but welcome aboard.

Commander Eleadora Rey.

Special Agent Gibbs and Quinn.

Assistant M.E. Palmer.

Quinn-- I knew an agent afloat
by that name, long time ago.

Uh-oh. Did I
arrest you?

No.

What was it the boys
used to call you?

The Heartbreaker?

Something like that.

Heartbreaker?

MAN:
Attention on deck!

Carry on.

So, this is a two-night cruise
from Mayport to Norfolk.

Scheduled to arrive tomorrow,

but the Navy's looking
for answers before then.

QUINN: Before everyone
gets off the ship?

It's my job
to worry about everyone

while they're on the ship.

In addition to a full crew,
we got 63 civilian Tigers.

Excuse me, why do you
call them "Tigers"?

Oh, that's classified.

You serious about that?

No, but the real answer
would bore you.

I'd prefer to keep
this whole thing low-key.

If word of a murder gets out...
It can get messy.

You got an I.D. on the body?

Took muster
after we found the body,

and the ship's nav
failed to report.

But we waited
to move anything.

It's like you said-- messy.

(camera clicking)

Blunt force trauma to the head?

JIMMY:
Could be from an object

or from the compactor itself,
which is clearly

very, very effective.

I'm going with object.

QUINN:
Ooh.

Huh.

Looks like what they use to push
the trash through the pulper.

JIMMY: If you guys are
done photo-documenting,

I can move the body now.

Yeah, do it. Commander?

Lieutenant Vivian Mills,
navigator.

She have family on board?

WOMAN (over intercom):
Lieutenant Mills,

please report to the wardroom.

Lieutenant Mills
to the wardroom.

Your Tiger is looking for you.

Victim had one
Tiger on board.

A cousin--
David Kemmons.

Don't need
to start a panic,

so we're going to inform him
quietly and privately.

Understood?

We prefer it that way.

(people chattering,
phones chiming)

Where's my cousin?
What's going on?

Everybody's been talking.
Has there been a murder?

Ah. Word travels fast
on a ship.

I remember that now.

Not just the ship.

I mean, it's all over
social media.

The whole damn world knows.

BISHOP: "On Navy cruise.
People acting weird.

"A bunch of NCSI agents

"just got here.
Has there been a murder?

SupportOurTroops,
MurderBoat."

It's a ship, murder ship.

Too late-- murder boat's
already trending.

Who's Kasey Powers?

The teen pop star?

"Summer Scrubs"?

"Boyfriend, Annoyfriend"?

Girls are so angry.

BISHOP:
Kasey was

my spirit animal
during my divorce.

McGEE:
Turns out she's on board

the Hoover as part
of a military goodwill tour.

No concerts, just publicity.

KP has three million followers
who are

pretty mad that the shipboard
Internet has now been disabled.

Heaven forbid
they wait on any facts.

Right. Ship's navigator,

Lieutenant Vivian Mills

was found dead in the ship's
solid waste processing area.

The trash room.

BISHOP: Spotless record,
multiple commendations,

model officer.

Yeah, at first glance.

You have evidence otherwise?

TORRES:
I got nothing, but nobody

goes to the trash room
for high tea.

She could've been involved
in something illegal.

TORRES:
Yeah.

Everyone has a dark side.

Hey, Ellie?

I wanted to ask
you something.

(sputters)
Please, do not practice on me.

What? No, I'm not
gonna practice on you.

Wait, I think that
I've come up with a way

to keep my
engagement secret.

It involves me?

Look, we've
established, firmly,

that I cannot be
around this ring

without completely
spoiling it, okay?

So, until I propose, will
you hang on to it for me?

For six months?

Out of sight, out of mind.
Delilah won't find it,

I won't be
thinking about it.

But I'm having lunch
with her tomorrow.

It's already
gonna be hard enough

not to say anything.
No, it's gonna be fine.

What about Torres?

Oh, I'm-I'm touched,

but you two clearly have
this nerd thing going on.

(grunts)

Eleanor Bishop...
(groans)

...can you please be my Frodo?

See? That's just beautiful.

(mouths):
Thank you.

QUINN:
You and your cousin were close?

We grew up
in Maine together.

She joined the Navy
so she could travel the world.

I stayed behind
to teach college history.

But, yeah, we kept in touch.

When was the last time
you saw the lieutenant?

Last night, before I went
to sleep in male berthing.

Have you been on
a Navy ship before?

This was my first time.

Been bugging Vivian
to sponsor me on a Tiger cruise

for the past two years.

She usually brings
her dad, but...

he passed last winter.

And so, without
any other family...

she finally gave in.

She could be pretty stubborn.

You in male berthing all night?

Yeah.

Yes, uh...

I...

Is this an interrogation?

QUINN:
No.

We're-we're just talking.

He's not.

I had nothing
to do with this.

Now, until you two can find
my cousin's killer...

I'd like to be left alone.

(door opens)

Agent Quinn the Heartbreaker.

(chuckles)
Guess I shouldn't be surprised.

She is a very handsome woman.

It's just that agents
are supposed to enforce policy,

not break it.

The Navy's stance on
fraternization is quite clear.

DUCKY (over speaker):
Mr. Palmer.

They won't even allow spouses
or significant others

to go on overnight
Tiger cruises.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

But can we get back
to the question at hand?

Oh, of course, Doctor.

How is that food poisoning?

I meant the victim.

Although, I'm feeling
much better, thank you.

Right. Uh, Agent Gibbs
is having me take the body

and all the trash room evidence
back to D.C.,

but we won't know any more until
after the autopsy, of course.

Of course. However, there is
the matter of the left arm.

There appears to be something
compacted into the flesh.

Yeah. I can't tell
what this is exactly,

other than some sort of metal.

It's odd,
considering her body was found

in the paper goods machine.

I hadn't considered that.

Well, a ship's waste management
system is very thorough.

Plastic, metals,
organic material--

they're all separated
into different machines.

Meaning that our body
and our mystery metal here

could have been dumped
at the same time.

That's information
Agent Gibbs would want sooner

rather than later.

Yes, Doctor.

Uh, except...

it'd be way better if I could
tell him what it actually is

instead of just giving him
a dumb look when he asks.

And he will
definitely ask.

Abigail.

Is everything all right?
I don't know.

You tell me.
You should not come to work

when you're sick.

I had food poisoning,
not the flu.

Really?

Swab and prove it.

I'm busy.

I know.

And I can help. Hi, Jimmy.

Hey, Abby.

So, I have been

studying these crime scene
photos, and it appears that

our mystery metal is an antenna,

like for a remote control.

A remote control for what?

Well, I can't
possibly know that.

Yet.

Mr. Gomer, you were seen
out of your rack last night.

(sighs):
Yes.

It's kind of embarrassing.

Why?

I kept having to call Ralph
on the big white phone.

You were seasick?

Yeah. I mean,
I accidentally

dropped my phone in the
toilet on the last one.

I mean, doesn't even...
even work now,

if you need proof.

No, that's all right.

Yeah, I cleaned it.

I'm good.
All right.

Cute kid though.

Yeah.

Listen, um...

...could you not tell
my Navy buddy that I got sick?

You know, we're not that
close, and, you know,

he's only letting me
mooch a free ride

if I promise
not to embarrass him.

I thought Tigers had to pay.

Sure, but, I mean,
two nights of travel?

I mean, you factor in
gas, food and hotel,

I mean... (scoffs)

this is a steal.

God bless the Navy.

(chuckles):
I know, right?

Uh-huh.
Yeah.

GIBBS: Petty Officer Brown,
you're in navigation?

Yes, sir.

I worked under
Lieutenant Mills.

Strict. Hard worker.

But she just joined
the ship, sir.

What does that mean?

I didn't know her
personally, sir.

None of us did.

You know, you can relax,
Petty Officer.

You like to sit down?

No, sir. Thank you, sir.

JaVale!

This is the officers' wardroom.

Yeah. It's real fancy.
Show some respect.

Man, you're the one that wanted
me on this damn murder boat

in the first place.

Oh, wait, don't say it.

Murder ship.

I'm sorry, sir.

Just trying to set a good
example for my little brother.

It's not working.

It will.

Thanks, Petty Officer.

(quietly):
Get up.

Now.

Let's go.

Well, how's this
for suspect triage?

There's only, I don't know,
a hundred more to go.

Yeah. Nobody
knows anything.

No.

Just one big happy family.

MAN 1:
Get the hell away from me!

MAN 2:
Whoa, whoa. Take it easy.

MAN 1:
Stop following me,

and stay away
from my client!

Whoa, whoa.
There a problem?

No problem.

It certainly sounds
like one, Mr....?

Curt Shapiro.
I'm Miss Powers' press agent.

I'm in charge
of her goodwill tour.

I was just fending off
the bloodsuckers.

I was trying to get an autograph
for my nine-year-old daughter.

Yeah, those soccer dads
can be so dangerous.

You give one dog a bone, you'll
end up feeding the whole kennel.

So much for goodwill.

Oh, there you are.

(Jimmy pants, chuckles)

Oh, this ship is big, huh?

QUINN:
Yeah.

Is there a problem, Jimmy?

No. Oh, actually,
uh, yeah, maybe.

Uh, the C.O. radioed down
to the crime scene.

She's looking for you,
Agent Gibbs.

Said you're needed in
the maintenance bay.

Commander.
Agent Gibbs,

I don't like
problems on my ship.

So lucky for you,
I found the solution.

Muster list.

While all crew were accounted
for after the muster drill,

we just found an error
in the Tiger count.

62. We're down a man.

Stewart Baxter.

I think we just
I.D.'d your killer.

Seaman Baxter reporting, ma'am.

Seaman, where the hell
is your brother?

Ma'am?
You sponsored
two Tigers--

mother and brother.

Where is Stewart?
He called

just before we left port
to say he had car trouble.

I gave him hell, but...

Ma'am, he never boarded
the ship.

Someone signed in.

Which means we have
another problem.

Yeah. An imposter.

BAXTER: Yeah, well, I hope
you're flexible, because you can

kiss your ass good-bye
when I get done with you.

You already caused me problems,
Stewart, so just get there.

(sighs)

My brother says

he doesn't know who signed
on the ship as him.

But he was headed up to meet
me and my mom in Norfolk,

so getting to NCIS headquarters
won't be a problem.

He's gonna keep his phone on?

Yes. And if he doesn't answer

all of their questions, you have
my permission to shoot him.

Mm.
It'll be a mercy killing.

Not like this job wasn't
hard enough before, you know?

I do, actually.

I spent a year
as the lone NCIS agent

on a floating city of 5,000.
(chuckles)

So how do I convince
my shipmates

that I had nothing to do
with this?

You leave that to us.

We have search crews
all over the ship.

You just keep doing
what you're doing.

My job?

Yes.

Closet safe.

Uh, that's predictable.

Bank box?
Impersonal.

(groans)

Under the mattress.
No.

Look, if you don't like
what I'm coming up with, then...

take the ring back.
I can't take the ring back.

The fact that the ring
isn't in my house

is the reason I slept like
a baby last night, okay?

I had no cold sweats,
I had no nightmares...

You've been having nightmares?

Uh, no.

Uh, I mean, yes.

Not about you though.

Why would they be about me?

BISHOP:
Uh,

he didn't want you to worry.

Sweetie that he is.

What are you
doing here, hon?

I told you
Delilah was coming by.

Oh, that's right,
that's right.

You guys are having lunch.
I'm sorry, I forgot.

You can come if you want to.
TORRES: Oh, no.

McGEE: No, no,
that's okay. I can't...

really come, not today.
Or ever.

Food allergies.

Is everything okay?

(drone whirring)

Hey, Abby found a clue.

Check this out.

Watch it land.

I didn't know
you could fly drones.

Yeah, it seems
a little nerdy for you.

Obviously, you've never seen
an illegal street race.

Wait, with drones?
Oh, yeah.

The first time I saw it was in
the Buenos Aires underground.

They're not as big as
cars, but they're faster

and way more violent. Hi.

Nick Torres.
Hi. Delilah Fielding.

Nice to meet you.

So that remote control

that was compacted
into our dead body

belonged to a
consumer drone.
This exact drone?

No, no. The Navy yard security
confiscated this one a week ago.

But apparently, NCIS has been
having issues with these.

Yeah, yeah.
We had a report last month

about a drone
over the shipyard in Maine.

D.O.D. has the same issue
across the world.

The fear is they're being used
for surveillance or smuggling.

What's one doing
on our Tiger cruise?

I'm gonna call Gibbs.

Thanks, Nick.

Tim, your desk phone
is right... here.

Shall we?

Sure.

(whistles tune)

(taps cards on table)

Deal you in?

Shouldn't you be
searching the ship

for whoever killed my cousin?

We are.
This just helps me think.

You from Maine?

Derry.

Is that by the, uh,

the shipyard up there?

Uh, not really.

Hmm.

You know, you're a lot more
relaxed than your partner.

(chuckles)
He's off his meds.

(chuckles)

So, you're into drones.

Hmm?

Relax. I was looking
at the faculty Web site.

It's in your bio.

Right.

Yeah, I... like gadgets.

You bring one on the ship?

No.

Did Vivian?

I take it back.
You're worse than your partner.

At least he didn't lie
about interrogating me.

Queen of hearts.

What?
That was my nickname.

'Cause I used to play cards
every day in the mess.

I thought it
was a good way

to get to know someone
without all the pressure.

Unless we were playing for cash;
then... (clicks tongue)

Why are you
telling me all this?

To prove I don't lie.

And this wasn't
an interrogation

until you just made it one.

So now instead of
a friendly conversation,

I'm gonna have to ask you
some cold questions.

No.

I want a lawyer.
Mm.

That's too bad. You beat me.

ABBY: So, is drone street
racing, like, a real thing?

No idea.

But McGee owes me big.

So, how did you
expertly fly a drone?

I'm athletic?

Hey, by the way,
uh, Stewart Baxter

is upstairs waiting on his car.

I'm almost done.

You know, they stopped Stewie
at the front gate

when he realized he didn't have
his driver's license.

Claims it must have
been stolen.

That explains how our imposter
got on the ship.

Yeah, normally, I wouldn't
believe the guy, but...

he seems real afraid
of his little sister.

So, he says

he missed the Tiger cruise

because he had to get
his radiator replaced?

Yeah. And his Navy sis
doesn't believe him.

Do we?
Yes... and no.

Whoever told him

that they replaced the radiator
on his car, they lied.

This is just, like,
a cheapo fix-it job.

But because they left
the old radiator in place,

I can see the damage.

So the car trouble
was real?

Oh, yeah. It's more than real.

The puncture holes

in the radiator,
they're perfect circles.

Like, exactly the same size
as a screwdriver.

So it's sabotage.

Someone purposely made sure

he did not get on
the U.S.S. Hoover.

Y-Yo, Ty!

Which way out?

What are you doing?

They said
to start packing.

We're "moving port,"
or something.

We still got to get
through the channel.

A ship this big can't exactly
do it fast and dirty.

It'll be a while.

Don't say anything, Kasey.
I can speak for myself.

I told these cops everything
we know, which is nothing.

I asked to speak
to Miss Powers.

And here she is.

And silent
she will stay.

I'm also her lawyer.
Double the commission.

Curt, can we...
She sent that tweet
as a joke.

She didn't see anything;
she doesn't know anything.

KASEY:
I'm really sorry.

If I had known that someone
was actually dead...
All right, that's enough.

Unless you have reason
to implicate my client,

we're done.

You'll be the first to know.

Big fan.

I like your jacket.

You get more than
fashion tips?

Yeah. Claustrophobia.

I thought you liked
being afloat.

Well, the carrier
was bigger,

and I didn't have to
deal with a murder.

Search team.
Yeah, okay.

On every deck
looking for anything

that could have been smuggled
on board by a drone.

But nothing yet.
Imposter.

Uh, same. While not as big
as the carrier I was on,

it's still as big
as a city block.

Yeah, but we don't have
that kind of time.

Well, we could ask
for some more.

You ask. Your turn.

MAN (over radio):
Captain, pilot tender's
on approach, port side.

Explain to me why I should sail
this ship around in a circle,

putting everybody
at greater risk.

Ma'am, listen, if we
just had more time...

This is not one of
your card games.

The safety of my crew,
their friends and their families

is my only priority.

And I want them into the safety
of that harbor ASAP.

There's a killer on board.

Yes, and we've
caught him--

just in a really
big mousetrap.

And if we dock, you're giving
the mouse exactly what he wants.

Which is?
A way off.

I... Look, the closer
we get to land,

the more options he has.

MAN (over radio):
U.S.S. Hoover,

you are cleared
to enter the channel

on approach
to Naval Station Norfolk.

You are currently
fourth in line.

Copy that. Thank you.

Please, just
another 24 hours.

You have two.

Norfolk, we're
coming home.

Blunt force trauma to the head.

It matches the size and
shape of that pistol.

So someone confronts our victim
in the trash room,

hits her over the head,
and then... dumps the body.

The brain swells,

eventually causing death.
The body is then

accidentally compacted on top
of a drone remote control,

which may or may not be
connected to the murder,

which may or may not be
connected to an imposter,

who is now somehow missing
on board the ship.

But let's be honest--
it's probably all connected.

You're coming dangerously close
to conjecture, Mr. Palmer.

Which we leave
to others.

Yes, Doctor.

Don't let your time on that ship
go to your head.

(sighs)
It already did.

How so?

The helicopter ride home.

I was supposed to take that
motion sickness medication

30 minutes prior
to liftoff, but...

I was so wrapped up
in the case, I...

I forgot.

Doctor, I threw up.

All over the evidence bags
that Gibbs sent with me.

I'm so sorry. I embarrassed you.
I embarrassed this whole office.

Far from it.

Not withstanding our
respective vomit, Mr. Palmer,

we continue to do our jobs.

That's all anyone can ask of us.

Well, thank you, Doctor.

With that in mind,

I'm going to go take

the victim's personal
effects up to Abby.

Yes, I'd take them up myself,
but she still thinks I'm sick,

despite the fact
that I have kept dry toast down

for 24 hours.

Did we miss something?

The victim's necklace.

I didn't notice it
when I removed it,

but... there's
an inscription on the back.

"Time with you is never wasted."

Must be a family heirloom.

Now it's a reminder
of a young life cut short.

ABBY:
I will get whoever did this.

McGEE: It was probably Gibbs.
You know he likes

to be thorough at crime scenes.

No, no, no, it's
not the garbage,

it was the puke that
was on the garbage.

Uh, ew.
Yeah.

Jimmy said it wasn't him,
but who else do you know

that eats graham crackers
and cottage cheese?

That why you called me
down here?
No.

I wanted to tell you
that Bishop showed me the ring.

Oh, good. What'd you think?
How'd I do?

Are you kidding me?

It is... perfect.

And so is your D.C.
solar-symmetrical proposal.

You're so romantic.
Thanks. Thanks, Abbs.

So, is that it, then?

Oh, you know me
better than that.

What do you got, Abbs?

I have sifted through
much trash in my tenure,

but I have never sifted
through these babies.

Birthed from
a plastic processor.

All plastic is separated,
compacted and transported

to the base for recycling.

Yep.

Except one disk had
more than plastic in it.

It's our missing drone.

It's been in the trash
the whole time.

It was just in a different
trash bin than our dead body.

It's beyond repair,
but that didn't stop me

from harvesting
its organs.

Tell me it had a camera.
It had a camera.

And it's detachable,
meaning that you can detach it

and use it
to walk around the ship.

Lot of cameras
on the Tiger cruise.

There are.

But this one was used...

In a restricted area.
Yep.

Well, why?
How'd they get access?

Keep watching.

It's one of the perks
of being famous.

VIP access.

(knock on door)

What the hell?
You just can't barge in here.

GIBBS: We just did.
This is a private room!

There's no such thing

in the Navy.

What's going on?

Well, you wanted to know
when we had probable cause.

Guess what.

GIBBS:
You were in a restricted area.

Don't say anything, Kasey.

Enough, Curt.

Stop talking.

QUINN: Why won't
you let her speak?

What are you two hiding?

I have polyps.

On my vocal cords.

Curt is actually
looking out for me.

I had surgery on them
last week,

and I can't sing for
the next few months.

Hence the goodwill tour.
My idea.

Why stay cooped up
when I can be raising awareness

for the military?

My grandfather was
in the Navy. And...

"murder boat" aside,
the response has been huge.

CURT: If you insist
on talking, maybe just...

whisper.

The Navy wanted us
in those areas

so I could talk about
it on social media.

Millennial recruits
love touchscreens and gizmos.

But anything
that was sensitive

was turned off or removed
before we went in.

CURT: We weren't
the ones filming.

There were other Tigers
in that tour group.

Who was with you?

I didn't take attendance.

Hey, would you ask Superman
to do your taxes?

Um...
Or LeBron James

to babysit your kid?
Would you do that?

Yeah, I bet he's
good with kids.

You do understand
my point, right?

No. Does it have
something to do

with why you're using
McGee's computer?

Yeah. He asked me to input

the names from the ship's
manifest into the system.

So if anything pops up,
then we get an alert.

Oh. That's a good idea.

Yeah, it's a fantastic idea,

except it's a misusage
of my superpowers.

Which are...?

Kicking down doors,
breaking through windows.

The tango.

Oh. Of course.

First I'm flying a drone,
and now I am typing.

McGee's ring is
giving him nightmares

and is turning me
into a... geek.

Well, you're not gonna like
my master plan for it.

Oh, no, Bishop. You're not
keeping that ring here.

I am gonna keep it here.
Oh, come on.

Locked in a desk drawer.

McGee's not gonna like that.

This is a secure
federal building,

swarming with vetted agents.

What better way
to keep it secret?

To keep it safe. Hmm?

No, no, no, you can't keep the
ring in here. Are you crazy?

It will be out of
sight, out of mind.

Out of mind?
I've broken into this desk

a million times before;
that's not safe.

With Kate and Ziva before,
obviously. Not with you.

Can we discuss this?

No. We have a lead right now.

It's actually yours, Torres.

Do you want to
put it up, or...

Oh, hell no.
You do you, boo-boo.

Following up on Stewart Baxter's
stolen driver's license,

I requested security footage

from his gym
the night he had car trouble.

That's our
driver's license thief.

And his face is in our system.

Who the hell is Wayne Cribbage?

Hey.

That our BOLO?

Copies are being distributed
all over the ship.

It's the dad we saw
asking for an autograph.

Not our dad--
an imposter.

Yeah, he has a history
of trespassing

and aggravated assault.

Still doesn't give us
a motive for murder.

Let's find him and ask.

(alarm blaring)

What, did we win a prize?

WOMAN (over speakers):
Man overboard, man overboard,

starboard side.

Sweep that lamp aft!

Contact Port Authority,
get that boat moving!

GIBBS: Commander!
Tow petty officers

saw a man jump,
then lost him in the dark.

Mid-30s, small build?

Could be.
Cribbage is on the run.

REY: We're almost to the pier;
he can make it to land.

Which means he can get away.

(urgent chatter)

What's going on now?

(woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

Just to be clear, I wasn't wrong
so much as you were right.

But base security
has been alerted.

They'll find your man.
We'd rather we did,
Commander.

Call it the
house advantage.

There's a search helo
about to take off.

You better hurry.

Whoa!

Yo, Ty, man, this
thing ain't no joke!

Where'd you get
that hardhat?

Get to the muster station.

And miss watching you
bust heads in that thing?

Yo, man, you didn't tell me
you guys had all this stuff.

Yo, this Tiger cruise
is lit, son!

(panting)

(quietly):
Yes! Yes!

(panting)

QUINN:
Freeze! NCIS!

Put your hands up.

No!

No.

QUINN: So, why don't you tell us
why you boarded the ship

as Stewart Baxter and
filmed classified areas.

I didn't.

I mean, I did.

I did. But that's
not why I did it.

(laughing): It's not like
I was trying to sell

Navy secrets or anything.

What's so funny?

Nothing.

Uh, I'm cold.

You illegally boarded
a Navy vessel,

and you killed
a decorated officer.

I didn't kill anybody.

That's a long swim
for an innocent man.

I'm not innocent.

Of the imposter stuff.

Stewart worked out
at my gym.

Heard him bragging about
the Tiger cruise, so I...

I messed with his car,
I took his I.D.,

but I didn't do it
for evil purposes.

Oh, you broke the law
for what, charity?

Photographs.

And exclusive video

of Kasey freakin' Powers.

You're a paparazzo?

Most people don't know
the singular noun.

Usually, I got to fight 20 other
media outlets for a shot.

Okay? But on that ship,
it would've just been me.

Could've been worth
ten grand.

And... if I could've got
an aerial drone shot

as we were getting off
in Norfolk...

Hello! Iconic!

"Art" is not an alibi.

I'm using the trash room

to attach the camera
to the drone for my big finale.

FYI-- there is zero privacy

on these Navy ships.

I heard some people coming, so
I-I tossed the stuff and I hid.

You tossed your stuff
in the trash?

I panicked. I was gonna
come back for it, but this...

man and woman came in arguing.

What were they arguing about?

I didn't catch that.

I'm a photographer,
not a journalist, so...

So you saw the murder?

Yes. Okay?
The fight escalated.

The man hit the woman
with... a thing.

And then he dumped her body.

And you saw his face?

No, he didn't catch that.

See? This is why
I didn't want to come forward.

As soon as the killer
left the room,

I got the hell out of there.

All my images
were on that camera.

I lost everything.

I didn't even get an autograph.

If he's not our murderer,
we're still missing something.

Yeah, a big something.
You think?

Look...

there's five agents here!

Somebody give me something.

(computer beeps)

McGee for the save?

Depends. Did you guys talk
to a Merrick Gomer on the ship?

We spoke to a lot of people.
Why?

Restraining order
just appeared in the system,

citing his alcohol abuse

and domestic violence.

That's the mooch.
He was using

a clueless Navy buddy
to hitch a ride to Norfolk.

McGEE: Where his ex-wife and
six-year-old son live on base.

She's a Navy lieutenant
and the one

who filed the order
three days ago, boss.

Security would never let Gomer
through the front gate

if it was official record.

He's using the Tiger
cruise as a back door.

QUINN:
Hoover already docked.

Gomer's already off that ship.

All right, let's go.

Are you sure this is okay?
When Brock's mom went to work,

she didn't say anything
about you coming to pick him up.

I talked to her before we went
to the house. It's no problem.

Dad, where are we going?

Oh, on a trip, buddy.

Where?
It's a surprise.

I'm gonna have
to call her, okay?

Sure. That's fine.

All right, Brock,
we got to hurry.

(line ringing)

Is it the zoo?
Or Busch Gardens?

We'll see, buddy.

It must be something
really special.

Sure is.

Is it Disney World?

No. Not Disney World.

You're done, Merrick.

It's over.

No, you don't want to do that.

Not like this.
Not in front of him.

Is your name Brock?

Yes.
Hey, Brock.

I'm Agent Gibbs. I'm gonna talk
to your dad for a minute.

Can you stop talking to my son?

He missed you, Brock.

That's why he picked
you up this morning.

He was afraid he wasn't gonna
get a chance to see you again.

Which is why he's gonna
come with me right now,

to make sure that he has
a chance to see you after this.

(quietly):
Put your hands on the wheel.

I love you, buddy.

All right?
You remember that, okay?

Out of the car.

(helicopter passing)

So, Brock...
(handcuffs clicking)

your mom's coming
to get you.

What do you want to
do while we wait?

Get a cup of coffee?

(laughs):
Cool.

This is the man
who killed Vivian?

She recognized him
on the ship.

Turns out she was friends
with his ex-wife.

She knew Merrick was denied
visitation rights last year,

was gonna report him.

She was killed trying to do
the right thing.

That sounds like Vee.

(crying)

Sorry, we were
just, um...

(sniffles)

We were close.

Yes.

Much closer than
you're telling us.

Huh?
We know.

You two weren't
cousins.

You were dating.

Yes.

After we spoke,
I kept digging,

and I found
the receipt for this.

Why didn't you just tell us?

'Cause I didn't want Vivian's
last act as an officer

to be a lie.

She loved the Navy.

I just wanted to experience
that part of her life.

McGEE:
You know there are day cruises

for significant others.

There wasn't one of those
for another six months.

I talked her into this.

It shouldn't go on her record.

Think we're gonna let
this one slide.

Thank you.

Knowing that this was
our last time together,

I don't have
any regrets.

Well, except one.

(clears throat)

That I gave her a necklace
instead of a ring.

You know what I mean?

I do.

Quinn, can you finish up?

I...

got to go.

Everything okay?

Oh, boy. What now?

Hey! That's...

...actually super cool.

TORRES: Oh, thank God.
Take that thing out of here

before I start playing Yahtzee
or doing math.

(elevator bell dings)

Hi, Tim!

Delilah. You're here.

Yeah, I figured since I...
Actually, you know what?

Never mind.

This works, too. Excuse us.

(chuckles)

Uh, what works?

(elevator bell dings)

Whoa.

Um, are you allowed to do that?

Sorry.

I had this whole thing planned

with light and symmetry, but
then we had this case come in

with a trash compactor
and kissing cousins,

but they weren't
really cousins.
Tim...

I can't waste any more time.

Delilah...

...will you marry me?

Yes.

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