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Detective Williams, this is Special Agent Callen.

Are you telling me Comescu's in Hawaii?

We found his prints at a murder scene.

He may have gotten his hands on the smallpox virus.

We're on our way.

Dracul is not an ideologue.

Our guess is that he found a buyer looking for a biological weapon.

What the hell is this? A quarantine station.

We did find smallpox virus samples, but not all of them.

Apparently several vials are missing.

The vials you recovered from Comescu did not contain smallpox.

- It wasn't us! The doctor was gone! - What doctor?

Jarrod Prodeman. He's a formerly highly respected epidemiologist.

Our suspect is on the mainland with nine vials of smallpox.

I need Hetty to send a team to LAX right now.

Ladies and gentlemen, as we begin our descent,

please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in upright position.

Your seat belt should be fastened, and carry-on luggage should be stowed

underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins.

Please turn off all electronic devices until we are safely parked at the gate.

Thank you.

I'll get that for you.

Excuse me, we're on final approach.

You need to take your seat and buckle in.

Hello, can you hear me?

The other passengers say she's been in there for a while.

Hang on, I'll get the key.

Oh, my God.

Suspect's name is Jarrod Prodeman.

He's traveling from Hawaii to Los Angeles

onboard Hanalei Air Flight 792.

He switched boarding passes with a Benjamin Gallagher

in order to travel with an unidentified female companion.

He could be carrying a biochemical weapon, and so...

How long ago? Damn it.

What is going on with this equipment?

- Problem? - I'm trying to contact Callen.

Communication keeps freezing and nothing seems to help.

- Let me take a look. - We don't have time for this.

Right, but we also don't have time to make mistakes,

so let's just take a step back.

- Okay? - Okay.

- Try it now. - Callen?

Callen, can you hear me?

See? What about you? Did you get in touch with the flight crew?

No, the plane already landed.

- Oh, my God. - Kensi and Deeks are at the airport.

This is a disaster.

The one time we want a flight delayed, the freaking thing's on time.

- Try it again. Callen?

Sam? Does anybody copy?

- Ugh. Come on! - Really?

Oh, shoot, it worked.

You need to do it again.

- Don't tell Hetty. - Mm-hm.

Pilot says he's gonna shake the rivets loose if he pushes any harder.

Well, that's why they invented parachutes.

The civilians onboard prefer to land in one piece if that's okay with you.

You've never jumped out of a plane?

No, I've never jumped out of a plane on purpose.

I've also never been involved in a blood feud either, so...

Unless you count your mother-in-law.

- How does that happen, anyway? - It's a Romani thing.

- You're a Gypsy? Callen.

Callen.

- We're here, Nell, can you hear us? - Yeah, copy that.

Okay, we've got audio and video back up.

Sam and I are with Det. Lt. Kelly

and Det. Sgt. Williams from the Five-0 Task Force.

We're heading back to L.A. As fast as possible.

Did they secure the plane?

Uh, Kensi and Deeks are at the airport with the authorities.

We tried to contact the pilot before they landed but couldn't.

Is the plane secured, yes or no?

No.

Okay, okay. You know, I've really been looking forward

to getting back to the mainland, but not under these circumstances.

Move. Get out of the way.

Hey, watch it. Move. Let's go.

- Is this Hanalei Flight 792? - Yes.

Keep the passengers onboard.

They've already deplaned. Is this about the passenger who died?

- Wait, what happened? - There was a death on the flight.

They waited to remove the body until the passengers were off.

We need to see that body right now.

Go.

NCIS. Where's the body?

We're still waiting for the coroner. We have no idea what happened to her.

That's not Prodeman.

Who is she?

- Where are her belongings? - We didn't find anything.

The seating chart has her name as Sharon Walker,

and she was traveling with a companion.

Guess who.

- Jarrod Prodeman? - Bingo.

Hemorrhagic smallpox could have caused her to bleed out. Everywhere.

Are we gonna get sick too? There were 230 people on this plane.

Prolonged face-to-face exposure

or direct contact with infected bodily fluids is required for transmission.

The Health Department's gonna do a follow-up with everybody.

Okay, Eric, I'm sending you a photo.

Jarrod Prodeman was traveling with someone.

Gonna head him off at baggage claim.

Do not let anybody else come in contact with the body.

The dead woman's name is Sharon Walker.

According to airline records, she was traveling with a man

we think is carrying the virus, Jarrod Prodeman.

And so far, I haven't spotted him in the airport.

And I find nothing that links these two together,

aside from the fact that they were staying in the same hotel in Hawaii.

Hmm. Maybe Virus Boy made a love connection.

Or maybe he knew we'd be looking for a single white male

and not a happy vacationing couple.

I'll update Granger.

- Guys, move out of the way. - Back up, back up.

- You guys, back up. - Back up.

Back up. Excuse me, excuse me.

Eric, we got this locked down. Holler if you've got eyes on him.

Okay, Jarrod Prodeman, 5'9", about 180, brown hair, brown eyes.

You guys have his photograph. He may be in disguise.

He may be carrying two sets of carry-ons, including a purse.

- You see him? - Maybe.

Baseball cap, denim jacket.

- No, it's not him. It's not him. - I'm getting a bad feeling about this.

Eric, do you see him?

- Got him. - Where is he?

- Eric, where is he? - He left.

- What do you mean, he left? - He never went to baggage claim.

He got in a cab and drove off six minutes ago.

He's gone.

Eric and Nell are trying to track the cab.

Do you know we live on the only planet in the known universe with life on it?

A planet with a fragile ecosystem, small, breathable atmosphere,

all of which could be wiped out in a second

by a meteorite or a mega-quake or...

This isn't your b'ak'tun 12,

end-of-the-world apocalypse theories again?

No, I'm just saying, it's a shame, you know?

We're all alone on this rock and yet still finding ways to kill each other.

Oh, don't get philosophical on me. It creeps me out.

Yeah, what's the worst that can happen, right?

Global pandemic wipes out half the world's population.

Kind of puts things in perspective, doesn't it?

How's that?

Sometimes, you don't know how lucky you are to have something

until you realize you might lose it.

You guys might wanna see this.

This is a simulation of the predicted spread

of a smallpox pandemic beginning in Los Angeles.

Oh, my God.

It's a worst-case scenario.

With containment, isolation and inoculation,

we can, theoretically, prevent this.

Did you find the cab yet?

Um, I lost him in airport traffic,

but Nell's on the phone with the cab company

trying to determine where the driver dropped him off.

And Jarrod Prodeman?

Uh, Jarrod Prodeman.

Jarrod Prodeman was a respected epidemiologist from Pittsburgh.

Divorced, no kids.

He was disgraced back in 2007

when it was revealed he cooked some data to pump up his research.

What is this? Is it revenge?

Maybe. But who's paying for it?

Not Prodeman. He's broke.

He's been living in Hawaii for the last several months,

no apparent means of income.

Okay. Follow the money trail, it might lead us to Prodeman and the virus.

Detective Sergeant Danny Williams,

Detective Lieutenant Chin Ho Kelly, Five-0 Task Force.

This is Special Agent Kensi Blye

and our L.A.P.D. liaison, Detective Marty Deeks.

- Hey. How are you? - Hi.

- Hey. - Nice to finally meet you.

Thank you. Wish it was under different circumstances.

This place is great. We should be eating nachos, ordering margaritas.

Our building is a fine example

of the Spanish Mission style of California.

The least we could do is to preserve its heritage.

After all, first impressions are so important.

Operations Manager Hetty Lange, this is Detective Sergeant...

Oh, Detective Daniel Williams and Detective Chin Ho Kelly.

I appreciate your being here to help us out, gentlemen.

There's too much at stake for us not to see this through.

Agreed. You're the first outsiders to ever step foot in this operations center.

It shows you the severity of the situation.

Well, I appreciate you not blindfolding us.

Right. The good news is we were able to detain most of the passengers

at baggage claim, along with the flight crew.

Health Department's looking over them.

- Any leads on Prodeman? - Eric's trying to track him down.

Well, perhaps you and Mr. Deeks could brief our guests.

I need to speak with the two of you.

Okay. This way.

- She come with the building? - Easy. She's got ears like a bat.

Really? She sleep upside-down too?

- Okay, I'll be over here. - Okay.

We are up to our asses in alligators on this one, gentlemen.

You know what'll happen when the media gets ahold of this.

All hell's gonna break loose.

It's gonna make hell look organized.

Misinformation and confusion will lead to panic.

Fear will lead to a mass exodus, traffic jams, rioting, looting.

Market will drop.

America will become a pariah, even to its allies.

Fundamentalists will think it's an act of God.

- It'll be a cluster... - Bomb.

At some point, you're gonna have to alert the public for their own safety.

Unfortunately, yes.

But until then, you've been granted plenary power

to do whatever it takes to stop this here and now.

Okay, thank you. Bye.

So the taxi company told Nell

that a man matching Prodeman's description paid in cash

and was dropped off at the Seaward Hotel in Venice.

We also have an address for Sharon Walker.

Excellent. But Detectives Deeks, Williams and Kelly

need a smallpox inoculation before we can go any further.

Why just us?

Because everybody else already had the vaccine.

Isn't there some pill we can take?

- How about a patch? - Maybe some nasal spray?

- No. - I'm not a huge fan of needles.

- Oh, well. Ha, ha.

We should... You should go the guests first. You should go first.

No, uh, I... You go ahead. I gotta work on my sleeve here.

Ten bucks says one of them goes down.

Come on, boys. Man up.

Come on, Deeks. I'll buy you ice cream if you don't cry.

I don't want any ice cream.

Really?

That's it.

So you might feel a tiny little prick.

Heh. I'm sorry, wait, I may feel a little what?

It's probably not his first time.

Man down.

Would you stop scratching it?

It burns.

Did you see her? She stabbed me like she was fending off a bear attack.

- How's your head doing? - It's fine.

What?

I didn't pass out, I tripped.

- You dropped like a rock. - Like I tripped on a rock.

Okay. Well, don't fall out there, Stumbles.

You know what? I find it rather unbecoming

that you laughed at me in front of the Five-0 boys.

It was funny.

I'm glad that you all bonded over the hilarity of my misfortune.

- Don't be such a drama queen. - What about your little performance?

- What are you talking about? - What am I talking about?

The over-the-top laughing, the hair flip, the pelvic tilt.

You were throwing out more flirtation signals

than a divorcee on a singles' cruise.

Oh, my God, you have a concussion.

No, what I have is a partner

who turns into a schoolgirl every time there's cute new boys around.

Okay, you are a liar.

By the way, I find it very interesting that you thought they were cute.

Got a little island fever going on,

You know what? Tell me. Tell me that you didn't do this:

"Ha, ha. Danno."

Adjust my ponytail?

Uh-huh. You adjusted your ponytail

so you could present your armpits.

- What? - The armpit is the center

of pheromone production.

You are certifiably insane.

I'm not the one presenting my scent glands.

I'm glad you didn't. The only thing you give off is repellent.

You know what? You love my scent.

You probably sleep with one of my T-shirts. I am missing one.

That's because it crawled out of your gym bag,

and I shot it to put it out of its misery.

- Heh, heh. - Oh, and, um, for the record...

I don't sleep with anything on.

Unless it's a costume.

Well, that was uncalled for.

Can I help you?

Yeah. I'm Special Agent Blye, NCIS.

This is Detective Deeks, L.A.P.D.

- Is this the home of Sharon Walker? - Yes. Why?

Is my sister okay?

You're Sharon Walker's sister?

Carol. Yes, she's my twin.

Perhaps it would be better if we came inside to talk.

Perhaps it would be better if you told me what the hell's going on.

I'm afraid we have some bad news.

What sort of bad news?

About your sister, Sharon.

Sharon's on her way back from Hawaii.

She's gonna be here any minute.

I'm sorry, but your sister passed away on the flight home.

Maybe you should slow down.

You should remember our rule about not criticizing each other's driving.

I just don't want you to lose the Five-0 guys.

If they can tail a suspect, they can follow me.

They live on an island.

They're cops, not the Skipper and Gilligan.

Maybe you and I should retire to a nice warm island.

What about my family?

- Oh, you could bring them. - Heh, heh.

Gee, thanks.

No, I mean it.

After this is all over, we ought to settle down somewhere nice and quiet.

Do some fishing, some golfing, build things.

- What kind of things? - I don't know.

Whatever guys build when they retire. You know, like, hobby stuff.

- Hobby stuff. - Yeah.

- You don't fish and you don't golf. - I'm not retired.

You don't have any hobbies.

The only way a guy like you would retire is with a bullet.

Nice. Thanks.

What I meant to say...

What I meant to say was that I can't see you giving this up. All right?

Then say that, okay?

Don't jinx me by saying that I'm gonna get

- you know what. - Okay.

I've been "you know what" several times.

I know.

I'm already pressing my luck.

You know what I'm doing after we get this guy?

- What's that? - I'm getting a hobby.

Maybe you should start scrapbooking our cases.

Eric. Yo.

Track Prodeman's movements after he arrived at the hotel.

I'm on it, but it's not gonna be easy, G.

- I know, just do your best. - Will do.

Sharon Walker's carry-on and purse were in the closet,

but hazmat didn't find any signs of the virus.

Room safe was empty too.

You think he's in the wind?

I think Sharon Walker's death wasn't part of the plan,

which means he may be improvising.

Great. He's more likely to make a mistake.

Makes him more dangerous too.

If we don't find this guy fast, we may wanna head back to Hawaii.

So the manager says Prodeman hasn't had any phone calls or any visitors.

The room's only rented for a night. Hasn't been here long enough

for guests or staff to have gotten a good look.

- Try the locals? - Yeah, not so helpful.

I did speak to a woman

who said she saw Jesus fishing off the pier yesterday.

- She say what he was using for bait? No.

Los Angeles, where the crazy come to vacation.

I kind of like it. It's like being at the circus.

You may not wanna be down here during the full moon, though.

You know, maybe we missed him.

Maybe not.

Is that him?

- I'd call that a yes. - Federal agents!

Think that hurt as bad as it looked?

Yeah, that's gonna leave a mark.

I want a lawyer.

What do you think, Sam?

I think if I was him...

I'd wanna be the one in the courtroom

who tried to stop a deadly pandemic,

not the one who helped kill millions of people.

I didn't know that it was smallpox.

Okay? I thought we were pirating someone's drug research.

So how do you explain the death of Sharon Walker?

Sharon had cancer.

Okay? She was in Hawaii celebrating a remission.

She must have relapsed or something.

Why'd you steal her personal belongings?

I panicked.

Okay? I panicked. I didn't wanna stick around and answer questions.

I was gonna give them to her family first chance I got.

Nice try.

Patient developed flu-like symptoms

20 hours ago.

Temperature of 38.5 degrees Celsius.

Eight hours later, a rash emerged on the tongue and in the mouth.

I expect a pustular rash period to begin within the next 10 or 12 hours.

Your voice was matched

to those experiments you performed on the people in Hawaii.

Combine those with Sharon Walker...

that's five murders with a class-A select agent.

That's a Title 18, Section 2332.

Bioterrorist attack on American citizens.

That's the death penalty.

Times five.

Last chance.

Who was paying you off?

Her name is...

Dr. Rachel Holden.

I hope it was worth it.

No, monkey, everything is fine.

Okay? I just had to come here for a couple days for work.

Look, I gotta go. I'll call you both in a little bit.

I just thought that I should call my daughter.

How's this going?

We just got a name. Dr. Rachel Holden.

Your guys are already running it down. I just hope they're quick about it.

What about an abandoned missile silo?

Underground?

Uh, thanks, but no, thanks.

If I'm gonna be bugging out, I wanna be on a deserted tropical island.

Just me, couple hundred of my favorite books.

I have excellent tropical survival skills.

Just putting it out there, for the record.

Okay, there are tons of Dr. Rachel Holdens in this country,

doctors, dentists, veterinarians, not to mention those with PhDs.

Ah. I think I may have found her.

I have a Dr. Rachel Holden,

she's an epidemiologist at the Malibu Cancer Institute.

- Just knock my stuff out of the way. - She doesn't look like a mad scientist.

Eh. You know what they say about crazy women.

No, I don't. What do they say?

I don't know. Uh...

But they probably say something.

I'll alert the others.

- Why was she making it? - I don't know.

Who was paying her?

I don't know.

Okay, I brought it here.

She met me at the hotel and paid me. That was the end of it for me.

- She had to have a buyer. - She never told me who.

Smallpox is a weapon of mass destruction...

I know, monkey, I miss you too. But I'll see you in a couple days, okay?

All right, I love you too.

Bye, monkey.

None of the victims in Hawaii

have any connections to L.A. Or to Jarrod Prodeman.

This doesn't make sense. We must be missing something.

Yeah. Besides a couple nights of sleep?

- Right. I'm really hungry.

Is there anything to eat in this secret hideout of yours?

There's a taco truck around the corner, if you wanna start taking orders.

Wow, I was under the impression that Hetty packed your lunch.

Oh, Hetty packs my... That's funny.

This guy, he's funny. I hope that my witty banter isn't this annoying.

- Whoever said you were witty? - Oh, touche.

- That's it? You're out? - I'm out.

So did McGarrett ever find out what Shelburne meant?

Yeah, he thought he did, but, uh...

- But? - But he's still looking for answers.

- Can I help you with something? - Just thinking about your hair.

Yeah. Is it bulletproof?

Heh. That's good.

I mean, you got a haircut like my neighbor's schnauzer,

- and you're talking about grooming. - This?

- Yeah. - Style by pillow.

- I don't know what that means. - It's less hair spray.

Ah. Heh, heh.

- That's good. - Just warming you up for the A-game.

- A-game? I'll be careful. Yeah.

- Don't hurt yourself. - Please get that.

Yeah. Sorry to interrupt, but we have an address for Dr. Rachel Holden.

Thank God.

- Don't break anything, yeah? - Let's go.

Yeah.

So Dr. Rachel Holden is supposedly on sabbatical,

except her house has been foreclosed on and her car was repossessed.

Sounds like someone going into hiding.

Or someone fleeing the country.

So Eric and Nell requested access to her files and to her office,

but the hospital is refusing further cooperation

- until they talk to their legal counsel. - We don't have time for this.

Which is why you and I will be playing doctor.

Actually, that's not true. I'll be playing doctor and you'll be playing my nurse.

Because you look more like a doctor than I do?

No, you look more like a nurse than I do.

That is really sexist.

You say sexist, I say sexy.

Okay, I am playing the doctor, you are playing the nurse.

Too late. I already called it.

Dr. Shulton, extension 2251.

Dr. Shulton, extension 2251.

Doctor.

Any available IVnurse to Room 309.

Any available IVnurse to Room 309.

- Who is this? - This is Murray.

They took out my spleen.

And he was only here visiting someone.

- What are we gonna do with Murray? - Murray is our cover.

- Are you gonna check me? - Yes, Murray, she's gonna check you.

No, no. I'm not. What is Dr. Holden's office number?

One fifty, right up here.

Cover me.

Now I'm gonna check you.

Take what's yours, Murray.

Take a deep breath for me.

One more time.

- Excuse me. Who are you? - What? Who? Who, me?

- You don't work here. - Oh, I'm actually, uh...

I'm a private nurse. I'm Mr. Edelstein's home-health-care provider.

My patient pulled his catheter out. I need somebody to hold him down.

You're in luck, because that's Dr. Blye's specialty. She's a urologist.

- Help her with that. I can handle this. Great, thanks.

You are so gonna pay for this.

You're the one that wanted to be the doctor. I even called it.

See you later. Hey, Murray?

- Keep an eye out, yeah? Yeah.

High five. You're awesome.

"And the four angels, who had been prepared

for this very hour and day and month and year,

were released to kill a third of mankind."

Oh, my God.

Why do you keep running this?

When I get tired or frustrated, it helps me to remember the victims.

Their loss pushes me to keep going.

Try a little harder.

It's so disturbing.

Well, that's why I'm running it down here instead of up in Ops.

So did you find anything else about Dr. Rachel Holden?

Yeah. She hasn't used her credit card for several weeks,

but two of the last things she purchased were plane tickets.

One for Jarrod Prodeman to Amsterdam, the other for herself.

Taca International Flight 529.

It leaves LAX tomorrow at 7:42 a. M. For San Jose, Costa Rica.

Ooh, she's fleeing the country in less than 24 hours.

Which means whatever she's doing with the virus, it's going down today.

We just don't know what, when or with whom.

Well, Kensi and Deeks are bringing me her hard drive.

Hopefully, there's something on it.

I just don't understand why somebody would wanna do this.

Money? Revenge?

Religious fanaticism, maybe?

Yeah, but it's just so stupid, for lack of a better word.

I mean, if you're smart enough to regenerate this virus,

then you're smart enough to understand the dangers.

No kidding. It's hard enough to get your hands on the vaccine.

- Hold up. You're a genius. - Well, yeah.

Wait, what do you mean?

The vaccine.

Whoever's handling this stuff

understands how dangerous it is, right?

So they're gonna wanna be vaccinated before they touch it.

Yeah, but you can only get the vaccine

if you're in the military or a health-care worker.

Exactly. And if you're not...

Well, you'd have to steal it.

From either a military base or a State Health Department facility.

Worth a shot.

Here we go, two weeks ago,

break-in at the State Health Department facility in Torrance.

So like you were saying, I am a genius.

Right. I'll tell Hetty.

- Hope that high five means good news. - We'll find out. How'd you make out?

Kensi missed her calling. She should have been a doctor.

It was disgusting.

- Ever put in a catheter? - Not professionally.

- Is that Rachel Holden's hard drive? - Yeah, but it's been wiped clean.

- There's nothing on it. - Heh, heh. For you, maybe.

Ah, I bet this baby's got plenty of secrets to tell me, don't you, honey?

You're a good little girl, aren't you? You know it. I...

- I'll let you know what I find. - You do that.

What do you think the chances are that he has a sex robot?

- Why, you break yours? - Robo-Kensi's still going strong.

- Oh, you disgust me. - Robo-Kensi never talks like that.

This is the man the L.A.P.D. suspects

in the break-in at the State Health Department facility.

His name is Gabriel Marchal.

Pretty name for an ugly man.

Robbery has passed the case over to Narcotics.

Narcotics doesn't wanna move on the case

because they feel nothing of significant street value was stolen.

- They wanna build their case. - None of which helps us.

No, but Marchal was linked to several unsavory groups. Remember the ELE?

Enhanced Law Enforcement. They're a homegrown militia group.

The ELE took it upon themselves to secure the border by killing people.

But we took those guys down two years ago.

- Apparently not all of them. - Well, it makes sense, in a sick way.

You wanna stop immigration forever,

release an epidemic of smallpox in Mexico.

Our government would have no choice but to lock down the border.

So where do we find these guys?

Have backup ready to roll in

and lock this place down the minute you hear from me.

Hey, so I got three out front, two on the inside, that I can see, anyway.

And every one of them is packing.

This place will clear out once the sun goes down,

but we don't have time for that.

SOP would be to evacuate the area and send in a tactical hazmat team.

I like that. Send in the professional bug hunters.

These people are paranoid by nature. They see us, they're gonna go ballistic.

Same thing if they see someone in a hazmat suit.

Yeah, Callen's right.

We can take these guys quietly, but if they open up with tourists around,

there's gonna be a blood bath.

Maybe we don't take them quietly.

Why are you smiling?

Chin, why are you smiling? Why are you smiling now too?

Everybody's smiling. Everybody's smiling except me.

- You can smile. - No, no, I only smile when I'm happy.

- And this makes me very nervous. - So give me your nervous smile.

Like that?

Yeah, something like that.

Yo, man.

Earthquake!

Federal agents!

- Out of there. Move.

Go on. Hands where I can see them. Hold them up.

It's not here.

What does that mean?

I think that means they didn't find it.

It means we're screwed.

Callen.

Gabriel Marchal denies getting anything from Dr. Rachel Holden.

Well, I've got proof he wired over $100,000

to a bank account in Honolulu six weeks ago.

So his group bankrolled her in exchange for the virus,

but she ripped them off instead?

- The good doctor has a death wish. - Yeah, she does.

For all of us.

Did Eric get anything off her computer?

Dr. Rachel Holden did a fairly decent job of erasing her hard drive.

She never used it for anything other than work.

She left it behind because there was nothing to find.

I did, however, find some of her published research articles,

several of which deal with pandemics.

She's an immunologist, that's what she does.

Yeah, but it's the nature of her later articles that's a little disturbing.

How so?

In her most recent article, Holden posits

that pandemics are a natural part of the ebb and flow of life on this planet,

and that by interfering, we are meddling with nature

in a way that could lead to our undoing.

The Gaia theory.

The idea that the Earth is a complex interactive system

that keeps life in balance.

Essentially, the planet is a self-cleaning oven.

Exactly.

She also posits that by wiping smallpox off the face of the Earth,

we've eliminated one of the planet's regulating systems.

She believes she's doing God's work

by releasing a plague of biblical proportions.

In her mind, the only way to save the planet

is by allowing it to naturally thin out the human herd.

In this case, through smallpox.

She's intending on leaving in the morning,

which means whatever she's planning

is gonna go down in the next few hours.

Okay. Maybe Dr. Holden is planning on taking the virus with her.

Costa Rica looks like a place more to hide out than to launch a pandemic.

- You'd wanna spread it quickly. - Like at an international airport.

Maybe she left it at the airport.

International passengers come in contact with it,

take it with them wherever they go.

She's gotta know we'd be looking for that.

I mean, all the airports are on high alert.

Okay, so I think I got something.

Two months ago, she ordered enough office supplies

to stock a small business.

Didn't think anything of it until I found this.

An order for 300 custom T-shirts from a local clothing company.

And when I called the office supply store,

they confirmed that most of the purchases were school supplies.

Wait a minute. She's targeting kids?

That's her dispersal mechanism.

Like the British giving blankets infected with smallpox to Native Americans.

You give a kid a T-shirt, he takes it home, he infects his family.

She could be donating it to schools.

Do you remember when we were at the airport,

there was that group of teenagers at baggage claim?

It was a class trip of sorts.

It's too late for spring break, right?

No, no, no, but there was a group of Japanese students,

and I'm pretty sure I heard other kids speaking German.

Damn it. International Leaders of Tomorrow.

"High school seniors representing 36 different countries

are gathering for a series of lectures and exercises designed

to encourage dialogue, understanding, tolerance and friendship."

That's not as fun as spring break.

- We need to shut it down. - It's too late.

It started an hour ago.

Hey, hey. You gotta put that bag down.

Drop the bags. Okay.

What's your damage, dude?

My damage, genius, is that I'm a cop and I just saved your life.

- Where'd you get this? - They're giving them away for free.

We got a location. Southeast corner.

I see her. Blue awning.

Federal agents!

Callen, she's running.

We got her, Kensi.

Lock it down and scramble hazmat.

- We got the vials. Get out of the car.

Out of the car now.

- Rachel Holden, you're under arrest. - The Earth is dying,

and we are the disease.

I was just trying to give the planet a fighting chance.

By killing millions of people?

It took tens of thousands of years

for the planet's population to reach a billion.

But we've gone from 6 to 7 billion in 12.

You do the math.

No, no, I hate math.

What if your pandemic killed people who could solve our problems?

Didn't think about that one, did you?

It's all right. You'll have plenty of time to think about it in prison.

Get her out of here.

The Health Department and the CDC have secured the gift bags

and are vaccinating anyone who may have been exposed.

And Assistant Director Granger called

to thank the Five-0 Task Force for their assistance.

- What, that's it? - That's pretty much everything.

Did we miss something?

Yeah, you missed the fact that we saved the world.

Well, that's a tad dramatic, my friend, but accurate nonetheless.

He's right. It's a big deal. We should get medals

or some sort of presidential commendation.

We don't need medals. I'd like it if Air Force One picked us up

and flew us over to Vegas

and gave us a complimentary suite in one of the high-roller rooms.

That's what I'm talking about. This man has vision.

I'll settle for a hot shower and a cold beer.

Well, the shower's on you guys, beer's on us.

- It's the least we could do. - We appreciate it, but we should go.

- You're not gonna stay for a drink? - Got a hot date?

We left the kids in charge, so we gotta go.

Well, there's that,

and he's scared of Hetty.

I'm not scared of Hetty.

I think she's a delightful lady,

but have you ever seen Trilogy of Terror?

You know the little voodoo doll, comes to life?

Starring Karen Black.

I worked with her and Nicholson on Five Easy Pieces.

Or, as I like to call it, Six Hellish Weeks.

That's, uh, very cool.

Fortunately, your talent for police work

far exceeds your gift for discourse, detective.

Well, on behalf of myself and NCIS,

I'd like to thank Detective Williams and Detective Kelly for their assistance.

You are most welcome.

I don't bite, detective.

Unless provoked.

Okay. I will never provoke you. I promise.

We really do have a plane to catch.

But next time, we will take you up on your offer for drinks.

And maybe we can take a little side trip to Disneyland.

Disney... What are you, 12?

I will have you know that it is the happiest place on Earth.

See, that's not cool.

Uh, good luck with your Gypsy blood feud.

Yeah, let's do it again sometime. Just not any time soon.

- Aloha. - Aloha.

Well, I think they would make good NCIS agents.

Yeah, now we know where to go if we need a Deeks replacement.

Can't we just get one from the pound, like last time?

Heh, heh.

Detective Williams is just a tad cheeky for my liking.

- Ah, no kidding. - Reminds me of another detective.

What? Me? No, no, no. I'm not cheeky. I'm charming.

And I'm actually much funnier than him, am I not?

- Oh, yeah. - Guys?

Can you back me up on this? I'm actually much funnier?

I want you to stop and think for a second

what this place would be like without me.

Let me see. Peaceful, professional, sanitary.

Feel free to stop me any time, Mr. Deeks.