All language subtitles for NCIS Los Angeles S08 E11 Eng Sub

Merry Christmas to you, sir.

- Thanks.
- God bless.

Hey! Unh.

Got you. Wait. Stop.

- We've got a runner. Yeah.
- Copy that. On point.

- Stand by. Sending backup.
- Yeah, 10-4.

I'm sorry. He got away.

But I've alerted L.A.P.D.

- Thanks.
- You her husband?

Boyfriend. Who's apparently
getting one less gift this year.

Hey, you want me to call
an ambulance?

There's a hospital on our way home.
I'll take her there now.

Thank you for all your help.

Make a sound and you're dead.

On your mark. Get set. Go.

Ah! Damn it!

Eh, you barely touched it.

It is still a fail. Let's go again.

Kens, aren't you getting tired?

Maybe, you know,
you should take a rest

and give yourself a few minutes
to recover.

No. I wanna do this
before the other guys get here.

I don't want them seeing this. Go.

All right. Ahem.

- You ready?
- Yup.

On your mark. Get set. Go.

You wanna kick this one too?

There you go.

- Feel better?
- Little bit.

- Not really.
- Heh.

Well, if it's any consolation, you know,
Eric failed this test like six times.

Six times? Nope.

Not a consolation at all. Really?
Six times?

Although I may have gotten
in his head a little bit beforehand

just to freak him out.

That is not very nice, Miss Jones.

I know, but it's also kind of fun.

- I almost forgot.
- Ahem.

So I didn't know
when I was gonna see you again.

Merry Christmas.

- For me?
- Yeah.

- Saint Joan of Arc.
- Ah.

She was the only female soldier
in my brother's set,

and he never wanted to play with her,
so I did.

She never gave up,
never surrendered.

She was a young girl
who became a great military leader,

all because she believed.

Well, thank you. I mean, are you sure
you want me to have this?

It seems pretty special to you.

Yeah. I mean,
she was my first hero,

but I have other sources
of inspiration these days.

Like Hetty and you.

I don't know about that one.

You do know she burned
at the stake, right?

Nobody's perfect.

Okay. Ha, ha. Thank you.

- I'll take care of her.
- Mm-hm.

Hmm. Galapagos holiday blend.

Combination of oolong
and peppermint.

Oh, very close. Spearmint.

Hmm, I get my spears
and my peppers confused.

Something tells me
this isn't about tea.

By my count, we have 30 days
to find the mole.

Well, actually,
I'm the only one on the clock.

We're all in this together.

You're familiar with Don Giovanni?

World's greatest lover?
Pretty sure he's not the mole.

The opera, Mr. Callen.

Mozart wrote the overture
the night before the premiere.

Okay. Well, something tells me
this isn't about the opera.

Well, it's just to say that sometimes
we make the most out of our time

when we have the least to spare.

Smell the trademark on that one.

Speaking of,
is that a peppermint I detect?

Mr. Deeks, good morning.
Ms. Kolcheck.

Anna, what are you doing here?

I saw her outside window-shopping.

Said she could come in,
but if she breaks it, she buys it.

Ha, ha. I'm going stir-crazy at home.

So I thought I'd come by
and give you all this.

Ooh, that is very pink.

Herring under a fur coat.

Yup. And I made it myself.

Mm. She cooks too.

Take nothing on its looks.

Take everything on evidence.

Why is he talking like that?

It's from Great Expectations.

He's rehearsing
for the Dickens Fair.

Oh, reliving the good old days.
Child labor, poverty, Jack the Ripper.

Yeah, I guess the Spanish
Inquisition Fair was all sold out.

We could use an extra hand. That is,
if you don't have any other fish to fur.

Please.

Thought you'd never ask.

Lieutenant
Commander Jennifer Morgan,

reported missing this morning

when she failed to show up
to her assignment.

She is a navy cryptologic
warfare officer,

working a joint task force
with the NSA

from a temporary cyber location
downtown.

Don't cryptologists look for Bigfoot?
Wait a minute.

Are we building Sasquatch
supersoldiers?

CWOs identify cyber threats
across global networks.

- So I'm gonna take that as a no?
- Correct.

Jennifer is also the lead developer
of a cloud-based threat-detection

and analysis software prototype.

If the wrong people get ahold of that,
opens up our own intelligence

- to foreign attack.
- And help enemies evade detection.

Where was she last seen?

She used her credit card two days ago
at a store in Venice.

And her car was still in the parking lot
this morning.

Okay. Well, Deeks, you're with me.

We got Jennifer's house.
G, you and Anna take Venice.

Yeah, I'm not going to, uh, Venice,
not with all the tourists.

I'll take the house with, uh...
I'll take Deeks.

Here's the deal. I'll go to the store.
I love Venice. You know what I mean?

Those are my people. And also,
Anna is basically like a Russian tourist.

Fine, fine.

I'll take the store.
Deeks, you're with me.

You know what?
It's not a big deal.

I'll take the store in Venice,
I'll take Deeks. Okay?

- Heh.
- What...? What is happening?

Okay. Sam and I will take the store.
Is that fine?

Okay.

- Okay.
- Okay.

All right.

Have you been helped?

- Uh, not yet, I haven't. I'm...
- Let me guess.

- Terrified of patterns. Ha, ha.
- Hmm.

Well, let's just say I prefer
simple and refined.

And let's just say I'm bored
and wanting to put you in plaid.

Here, try this one.

It's all the rage right now.
It breathes, it pops, it even...

Looks like Frosty had a run-in
with a snowblower.

Okay. I can't help someone
who doesn't wanna be helped.

Yeah, but maybe you can make
an exception?

- You worked here Saturday?
- Yes.

This woman, she was in here
around 5 p.m.?

Yeah. Three rompers, two bandeaux
and a high-waisted jegging.

Is that who she was with?

That's what she bought.

And a pair of men's socks.

Said they were a gift.

She was open to suggestions.

- Was she alone?
- Yes.

She seem nervous, on edge at all?

She seemed happy to me.

I mean, I kind of have
that effect on people.

I can tell. Thank you for your help.

Hey, where do you stand
on dad hats?

Wouldn't fit.

- All right. Thank you.
- Thank you.

Happy holidays.

- Hi.
- Merry Christmas.

- Thank you.
- You go home.

Thank you, Santa.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah.

No. I'm in an auction for tickets
to Hamilton, and someone outbid me.

I did not peg you
as the musical-theater type.

It's for my wife and it's the only thing
she wants for Christmas.

It's been sold out for months.

You could ask Santa.

- Merry Christmas. Thank you.
- I haven't been that good.

Get anything
from the security guard?

Jennifer was involved
in a grab-and-go on Saturday.

Guy knocked her over,
made off with her shopping bag.

Guard said she was banged up
pretty bad.

Her name wasn't
on any police reports.

Her boyfriend took her to the hospital
before the L.A.P.D. arrived.

The girl in the store said Jennifer
was alone.

Could have split up to shop
for each other.

Guard's pulling up security footage.
Maybe that'll tell us.

- Guys.
- Yeah.

I checked with all the hospitals
and urgent-care offices

- within a 30-mile radius.
- And?

There is no record of Jennifer
being checked in anywhere.

Could've changed her mind.

Any luck getting an ID
on her boyfriend?

No, not yet. And Jennifer's
online presence

is practically nonexistent.

Her house, bills, bank accounts,
they're all in her name.

Someone could have intercepted them
on the way to the hospital.

If that's true,
she's the one they need.

There's a good chance her boyfriend
is already dead.

Yeah, but the problem is,
once they access.

Jennifer's technology,
she will be too.

No, no, no. Look at that.

The angles are shoddy.
The lines are drooping.

Looks fine to me.

No offense,
this is kind of my area of expertise.

Oh, yeah?
You and Kens gonna light up

the neighborhood Griswold-style?

Yeah, I wanted to,
but she wasn't really down this year.

Yeah, she's been through a lot.
You always have next year.

I was really looking forward to decking
the crap out of those halls.

I never really got it.
All that work for so little time?

Buddy, it's about the tradition.

Why not do something
different every year,

make that your tradition?

Not the same thing.
When I was growing up,

no matter how crazy things got,
my mom made sure that the holidays

were the one constant thing
in our lives.

I can see it now.
Little Deeks out on the farm

with a hot chocolate,
looking for the perfect tree.

I mean, kind of, except for the farm
was the back of an ampm,

and instead of hot chocolate,
my mom was cranking menthols.

Right out of a Norman Rockwell
painting.

Hey, door's open.

NCIS.

Clear.

I'm guessing this is her boyfriend.

I'll send it to Eric,
see if he can find out who he is.

Yup, cold.

This happened today.

Well, Jennifer disappeared
two days ago.

Which means they've already
had their best chance

at accessing her technology.

So why still ransack the house?

Dearest mother. Stop.

Winter has come. Stop.

I fear little Billy has fallen ill.

Stop.

What are you doing?

Hmm?
Oh, I'm just throwing out a few options

for ye olde telegraph stand.

It's our first stop at the fair.

Hmm. About that. I have good news,
and I have bad news.

Uh, uh, uh, good news first.
No, bad news first. Uh...

Do you have any moderate news
you could start with?

Okay. Um...

I got into the Women in Technology
mentorship program.

Nell, that's great.

We can celebrate
over figgy pudding.

That's actually my bad news.

See, the first meeting
is the same weekend

as the Dickens Fair.

Criminy.

I don't have to go.

What? No. Nell, you have to.

This is a big deal.

I know, but figgy pudding...

I'll be fine alone.

Hey, Dickens was a huge champion
of orphans.

Ha, ha. Okay.

Oh, hey.

Facial rec ID'd the guy
in the photo with Jennifer.

His name is Gregory Jenkins.

He's a journalist with that online
newspaper Glimpse LA.

Ooh. Looks like Jenkins' phone
has been off-line for four days.

That's two days
before Jennifer disappeared.

Yeah. Okay.

I'll let Sam and Anna
know the location of his office.

Maybe someone
from his work can help.

We are here to find Nicole Ross.

Yeah. Over there.

- Nicole Ross.
- If you don't want people

to know about your Vegas orgies,
don't have Vegas orgies.

Wrong agency.

We're NCIS.

Sorry about that, captain. Tennille.

Hmm. We're here
about Gregory Jenkins.

Haven't seen him in days.

Yeah? Is it normal for you
to lose track of your employees?

I'm an editor, not a parole officer.

We think Jenkins may be in danger.

He'd be fired if he wasn't.

You guys have any idea
what we report on around here?

Hmm. Celebrity breakups?

- Puppy slide shows?
- Welcome to 2016.

For every article on corruption,

we've got to write ten pieces analyzing
a Kardashian's side-eye

just to stay in business.

- What was Jenkins working on?
- Look, lady, I don't have to talk to you.

- Protected by the First Amendment.
- Hmm.

- I've got a lot of work to do.
- So do we.

Jenkins was spending
a lot of time in Central America.

He wrote a five-part piece
on the drug trade.

Even flew from San Jose to Miami

with the head
of the Costa Rican cartel.

That one's short-listed
for a Murrow Award.

That's impressive.

Did you know, um, 90 percent
of the cocaine in the U.S. comes

through Central America
and Mexico?

What's your point?

Well, if Jenkins helped transport drugs
across international borders,

the FBI will be very interested.

Yeah. They'll wanna seize your files,
your computers...

Really? That's the best you got?

I'm in a hurry.

But it will take at least a year
before it makes it to the judge.

Don't worry. I'm sure you can
Snapchat exposés from your phone.

That is, unless you wanna tell us
what Jenkins was working on.

He found out some banks
are laundering money for their clients.

White-collar stuff.

Unless it turns out
to be some pop stars

doling money out
to a Taiwanese hooker,

- no one's gonna care.
- We care.

We need to find Jenkins.

He's not at home.
Anywhere else he could be?

I don't know.

He disappears when he writes.
Ask his girlfriend.

We would,
if she wasn't missing too.

Hey, how goes the training? Heh.

How did you know I was here?

Oh, I have a sixth sense.

Its name is Hetty.

Ah. I should've known. Ahem.

Uh, well, I'm glad she told me,
because I have something for you.

A scarf?

Mm. Not just any scarf.

This one is embedded
with Kevlar filaments

around the edges, so you can use it
as a garrote if necessary.

Oh, my gosh, that is awesome.

- Thank you. How thoughtful.
- Yeah.

Never pegged you
for a sewer, though.

- Oh, I'm not. Hetty helped me.
- Hmm.

It was like 75 percent me,
25 percent her.

Hmm. Not bad.

Okay. Maybe it was more like 50-50.

Fine, the Kevlar was her idea.

I wanted to go bigger, you know,
bolder, like nail file, corkscrew,

toothpick, tweezers, full-on Swiss Army
scarf, but then she was all like:

"Mr. Beale, I think
we should scale it back a little bit."

And I was like,
"But a corkscrew, it's the least... ".

Eric, this is awesome. Thank you.

Well, Merry Christmas, Kensi.

It's really great
to have you back again.

Merry Christmas.

- Oop.
- Ah, I gotta get back to Ops. Ahem.

- Yup.
- But, um, can I walk you out?

- Yes, you can.
- Okay.

No, I got it.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

It's great.

I'm saying, start small. Hetty-steps.
Just get a tiny tree.

Why don't you burn my house down
and save me the hassle?

Nell, can you please tell Callen
to let joy into his life?

Actually, Christmas trees start
over 200 house fires every year.

Who hurt you?

Heh. So after sorting
through the surveillance footage,

we found this from a store
across the street.

- That's not Gregory Jenkins.
- Nope.

Name is Javier Nufiez.

And he's a Panamanian national.

He works for a defense
contracting firm headquartered

- in Panama City.
- Sounds like the type of firm

that may be in the market
for threat-detection software.

- How long's he been in Los Angeles?
- Four days.

Same amount of time Jenkins
has been off the grid.

And Jenkins' editor said
he was traveling

through Central America embedded
with drug cartels.

Guys, Jenkins' cell phone
is back online.

- Okay. Where is he?
- He just got on a bus in Mar Vista,

express line to Studio City,
and he's alone.

He's not with Jennifer.
He didn't report her missing.

It could mean he's working
with Nufez.

Well, if he is, he may be our last
chance of finding Jennifer alive.

Okay. The bus is ten minutes out.

Callen and Deeks are still waiting
at the bus stop.

And I just tracked
a FlatXChange account

in Jenkins' name to a rental loft
in Mar Vista.

- Sam and Anna are on their way.
- Mm.

Is there...?
Is there something else or...?

Joan of Arc?

I just saw Kensi.

I didn't know Saint Joan
was your hero.

Well, I guess we never had
the hero talk.

So who's yours?

Uh, Neil deGrasse Tyson, heh.

- Uh, Charles Babbage.
- Hmm.

- Sometimes Billy Joel.
- Oh, nice.

I guess there's still a lot
we don't know about each other.

Okay. Eric.

What's going on here?

I didn't even know you were applying
to the mentorship program.

That's because I didn't tell anyone.

Eric, people who are married
for 50 years

are still learning new things
about each other.

I think we're gonna be okay,
my little sugarplum. Ha, ha.

Jenkins' bus just got off the freeway.
It should be here any minute.

I think you might be
onto something there.

- About Jenkins?
- No, not Jenkins,

about Kensi and me, about, you know,
maybe our thing,

maybe our tradition,
should be we do new things.

Well, you don't have kids,
no responsibilities,

no reason not to go to Fiji
in December.

Ooh, the waves are firing
this time of year.

It's also summertime
in Argentina right now.

- Oh, my God, Kensi doing the salsa?
- Do you see that?

- What? Heh!
- I just saved Christmas. I did.

Fair enough, Rick Steves.
What about you?

- You got nothing tying you down.
- Oh, I hate airport lines.

But you have a car.

I grew up in and out
of other people's houses.

I appreciate the chance
to stay put in my own.

Your place doesn't have a tiki bar.
Your place doesn't even have chairs.

That is not true.
I have a dining-room set.

All right. I'll be sure
to alert Architectural Digest.

Not gonna look at that?

All it is is the sound of the bid
for my Hamilton tickets

going higher and higher.

You know, there are other shows.

Have you seen Starlight Express?

Okay. Anything I can do to help?

All we can do is wait.

Lucky for you,
I'm getting really good at it.

Nothing from the ATF?

They're in the middle
of my background investigation.

Let's just say they hit a bit
of a speed bump.

Let me guess.

The speed bump
has a thick Russian accent

and is offended by polyester blends.

Arkady found a way
to insult the investigator

within five minutes of meeting him.

Gotta give it to him,
the guy is a natural.

Yeah, well, if he's trying
to fix our relationship,

he's doing a terrible job.

Have you told him that?

- We're not exactly speaking right now.
- Oh.

This is my last Christmas
with my daughter at home.

Empty nest.
That will be an adjustment.

I wanna make it as special as I can,
for Michelle, but especially for Kam.

I'm sure you're doing great.

Yeah. Well, hopefully, if I'm not,
she'd tell me.

We should check out Jenkins' loft.

We need a warrant.

I'm not an agent yet.
I don't need one.

You do.

I don't like my partners
wandering off alone.

Well, I'm nobody's partner yet either.

And I'm just going to look around,
see if any neighbors wanna talk.

All right. Hurry up.

If I sense any danger,
you're out of there.

All right, Spidey.

Easy on my door.

Gregory Jenkins?

Who are you?

- How did you know I was here?
- NCIS.

Did you guys find Jennifer?
Can I talk to her?

We're gonna need you
to come with us.

No, no, I'm not coming with you.

I have to go home
in case they call again.

Hold on. In case who calls again?

I don't know.

All they said was, if I give myself up,
they'll let her go.

I'm not supposed to talk to anyone.
They will kill her if I say anything.

This isn't about Jennifer.

They're using her to get to him.

Yeah.

Ah-ah-ah, tsk-tsk-tsk. Heh.

Don't mind my partner.
L.A.'s made him soft.

He hits like a girl.

You give him too much credit.

Oh, come on, Manny,
not in front of La Femme Nikita.

"La Femme Nikita." What?
You speak French now too?

Guys, this is just a big
misunderstanding.

I'm here looking for my friend.

Well, you're too late.

Oh, good. Good,
we're sharing information.

- Hey, you forgot to introduce yourself.
- Oh. Raul.

Get the gun, get the gun.

You think you can handle her
this time?

My partner hits like a girl too.

Sit down.

Look, we did not know
that you guys were federal agents...

- For once in your life.
- Are you gonna make me?

You two finished? You done?

Let's let them keep going.
It's kind of cute.

Where's Jennifer?

Hmm. Silent treatment.

So lucky for you two,
we're both really good at waiting.

Oh, we're not saying anything
until you contact our consulate.

We'll get right on that. Should we start
with the consul general?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- He's in Saint Bart for the holiday.
- Yeah.

Could try your contact
in the state department.

- Vermont. Through the first.
- Ah.

Tough time of year for asylum.

If we tell you where she is,
we get to go home?

That's the deal.

They're bluffing.

Okay. I tell you what.
Don't worry about it.

We'll put you in general population
until January

and you can think about it.

No problem.

Manny, Manny...

I hope you like dark roast.

Sadly, that coffee hasn't seen
the light of day in five to ten years.

The voicemail that was left
on your phone was untraceable.

We started to monitor it now
in case they called back.

Nufiez and his men
were after something you have.

That's what they were looking for
in Jennifer's house.

Your editor said you're working
on a story on white-collar crime.

What, did you follow
the wrong lead?

Two months ago,

I was contacted by a source inside
the Panamanian government.

- Said he had some files for me.
- What kind of files?

Contracts,

bank records, e-mails,

you name it.

These records contain the names
of people all around the globe

who are anonymously hiding

millions of dollars in fake corporations
throughout Panama.

Shell corporations,
perfect for money laundering,

tax evasion
and funding terrorist activities.

You were gonna publish the names
of the real owners of these companies,

revealing their true identity?

You ever heard
of the Mossack Fonseca papers?

This is like that, only bigger.

The information I have would pull back
the curtain on every person

routing money throughout Panama
to hide their corruption.

These companies are a major source
of revenue for Panama.

If their confidentiality
is called into question,

every bank and law firm
will take a financial hit.

Which is why they hired these guys
to get you

before you published your article.

That's why they're holding Jennifer
as a bargaining chip until they do.

Excuse us.

Laurel and Hardy aren't talking.

If they don't get Jenkins' files
and stop him from writing that article,

- Jennifer's as good as dead.
- Millions of dollars in dirty money

tied to some of the world's
most powerful people.

This is bigger than we thought.

It is, Ms. Kolcheck.

But Jennifer is still
our primary concern for now.

What are you thinking, Hetty?

Flick the lights, gentlemen.

It's time to bring in the audience.

Where's the pretty one?

Right here.

We know what you're after.

We got the files to prove it.

Hey, hey, hey, you're not gonna
do anything until you have the girl.

I wouldn't be so sure about that.

Right now, the files you want are
on their way to the FBI and the SEC.

And the Secret Service.
Postal Inspector.

Pretty much all
of the D.C. Metro area.

As soon as they get them,

it's open season on everyone
listed in those documents.

A legion of suits all hungry
to make their agency

the one to take down your country.

I don't care who you work for.

No bank, no law firm,
no government agency

is gonna risk their reputation
any further by helping you.

You'll be men without a country.

Lost forever in our legal system.

That is, unless you wanna tell us
where you're holding the girl.

Then we might be able to help you.

Show me the front door
of the consulate.

I'll tell you where the girl is.

Could you catch me up to speed,
Mr. Beale?

Nell and I had plans to go
to the Dickens Fair together

and she canceled.

And it's fine, I get it, like,
she has a really good reason,

but, I don't know.
I just feel like we're drifting apart.

Uh, with the case, Mr. Beale.

Right. The case. Um...

I located Jenkins' source.

He was found dead
two weeks ago in Panama City.

And the files?

Well, Jenkins gave us access
to his servers.

I just finished uploading everything
into the system.

I press one button
and they all go wide.

Let it fly, Mr. Beale.

Hetty, a lot of big names
are listed in these files.

Once this goes out,

a lot of powerful people
are going down.

And they say Christmas comes
but once a year.

If they give up Jennifer's location,
we're not gonna have a lot of time.

Once they step foot in the consulate,
game's over.

Yeah, but they make one phone call,

Jennifer disappears.

Along with any trace
of their involvement.

I always pictured the embassy
to be prettier.

Or more gold.

It's not the embassy, idiot.

It's not even the consulate.

Relax. Their office
is a stone's throw away.

Yeah, more like a cannon's blow.

Look, goodbyes are always hard.

Yeah. I always find the Band-Aid
approach to work the best.

There's just a few words
separating you from your freedom.

So, what's it gonna be?

Eric? Hang on.

I like the way you think, Jones.

That's actually not at all
what I was thinking.

Uh, hi, Eric.

Did you hit your head
or am I actually seeing this right now?

- Put that down now!
- Stand back.

- No, no, no!
- Hey.

- Hey!
- Hey! No!

- No, no. I don't wanna die.
- Hey, no!

No, no, no! Hey, okay!

Okay. Just, just keep that nerdo loco
away from us! Okay!

- Hey.
- Manny, I don't wanna die.

Mount Washington,
warehouse, on Figueroa!

Yeah! Figueroa!

Okay.

Well, nice work, Bealito.

- Well, I couldn't have done it alone.
- Heh.

Um, quick question.

Um, what were you gonna do
if they hadn't given us the location?

- Run?
- Oh.

Got Nufiez and another gunman.

- No sign of Jennifer.
- Set.

Deeks, you and Anna
go around the back.

- We'll take the front.
- On it. Moving.

G!

Drop it.

Nice and easy. Put it down.

No, no, no. Put the wrench down.

Put it down.

That was very, uh,
Home Alone of you.

- Watched it three times last week.
- Uh-huh.

Just for the record, I had him.

Of course you did.

It's okay. It's okay.

You're safe now.

You're safe.

Jennifer.

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine.

- Really, I'm okay.
- I'm so sorry. I wanted to save you.

- I wanted to give myself up. I tried...
- I know. The agents told me everything.

I'm safe now.

So, what's gonna happen to Nufiez
and his men?

They're not going anywhere.

People that hired them?
It's a bit more complicated.

We've got every agency
working on this.

It's just a matter of time
before the people behind this go down.

Until then, you got a hell
of a story to tell.

- Almost forgot.
- Yeah.

We've got an in at the L. AP.D.

Skateboarder didn't get far.

Merry Christmas.

Thank you.

What's this?

Oh, a gift.

Oh, you didn't have
to get me anything.

I know, but that's kind of the thing
with gifts.

So, sir,

do you know what happens
when you hang two pendulum clocks

on the same wall?

They end up swinging together?

There's gonna be things
we don't know about each other.

And that's okay,
because when they put us together...

- We swing together.
- Mm-hm.

Not in the creepy
sleeping-with-your-neighbor's-wife way.

Like in the we-end-up-in-sync way.

- I know what you meant.
- Good.

Thanks, Nell.

You're welcome, Eric.

So shall we get some eggnog?

I feel like I'm so bad at that.

You're great.
You just need a little lesson.

Not as good as you.

- Well, we can work on it together.
- All right.

What do you think?
On the way to the party?

- Yes, please.
- Let's go.

- Mr. Beale.
- Okay, Miss Jones.

I feel like my name should be Eliza.

Ho-ho-ho, ho-ho.

Gonna try and convince Kens
one more time?

No, no. No, these are for you.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

Kensi and I have a lot of years
to figure it out,

but you have a lot of years
to make up for.

So clean angles, smooth lines.

Thank you, Deeks.

Hey.

- Merry Christmas, Callen.
- Merry Christmas.

Uh-huh. Let me guess,
you won the auction.

- No, I actually lost by a lot.
- Then why are you so happy?

I can't believe I'm saying this, but
Arkady got me two tickets to Hamilton.

I took your advice. I called him.

He's a pain in the ass,
but I guess he's my pain in the ass.

I knew Arkady had connections.
I didn't realize they were so theatrical.

Yeah, well, he auditioned for Cats
20 years ago.

They've been bribing him
not to come back ever since.

All right. Well, thank you, Anna.

Cheers.

So, what exactly is a conifer?

So is this more exciting
than sitting at home cooking?

Mm. Experiencing the weather in L.A.
is better than watching it on my phone.

Do you have holiday plans?

- Does a Judge Judy marathon count?
- Ha, ha.

Look, I'm, uh...

I'm thinking about
maybe cooking a meal next week.

If you're not busy.

Are you asking me
to Christmas dinner?

This is the first year
my father's gonna be in town,

so I figured I should do something.

Mm. I'll make kholodets.

- Please don't. Not necessary.
- Ha, ha.

You have not lived
until you've tried meat JELL-O.

Oh, boy.

Two words you don't hear together
often enough.

Hey, Kensi, welcome back.

Thank you, but I'm not actually back.

I got bored at home,
so I decided to bake these.

Oh, thanks, Kens. Welcome back.

- Hey.
- Are you gonna open them?

Babe, I didn't know
you were coming.

Yeah.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Yeah, it's just a spur-of-the-moment
thing. I made cookies.

Anna baked a cake. You guys trying
to fatten us all up or something?

I knew we were missing someone.

- It's not the same without you.
- Thanks.

Yeah, but don't worry,
I've been keeping your seat warm.

Heh. Well, don't get too cozy.
I'll be back soon enough.

- Don't rush it.
- Heh. What?

You know, let yourself heal.
We have this covered.

- We?
- Well, I think what Anna means is...

- Me and the team.
- Who wants some eggnog?

I think you mean my team.

I think the eggnog sounds fantastic
right about now.

Look, I'm sorry you're having
trouble adjusting.

Adjusting?

Well, how would you like to have me
adjust your pretty little head?

- This doesn't feel like Christmas.
- I don't think you're up for it.

Try me.

Never surrender!

Kensi.

Kensi!

- Hi.
- I know you didn't come all this way

- just to stand there.
- No.

Come here. Aw.

- How are you?
- I'm great.

- Good. Yeah.
- How you doing?

- Well, you know...
- Good.

- Moving along. Hi.
- Kens.

Welcome back.

- Well, um...
- Look at you.

Not really back. I was just going
a little crazy at the house,

so I thought I'd do something
a little out of character and bake these.

Ooh. What have we here?

Mm. Smell delicious. You baked them?

I did. From scratch, yeah.

Okay. Well, don't get used to it.

It's not the same helping out
without you here.

I knew we couldn't keep you away.

Kensi, I didn't know you were coming.
I would've picked you up.

Hi.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

Did I hear that you said
that you made cookies?

- Yeah. I made cookies.
- You bought them at the store

- with a tin...
- Honestly, I made them.

Yuh-huh. I made that eggnog.

Thank you.

Feels good having everyone
back together. It feels right.

- You can just say it.
- Say what?

- You miss me.
- Ha, ha.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Please. Your little plan backfired.

Come on, it's not the same out there
without me. Admit it.

- You're right.
- Thank you.

- There was something missing.
- Thank you.

Sarcasm.

Backseat driving, needling,

the general smell of fast food.

Merry Christmas, Sam.

Merry Christmas, G.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

Merry Christmas.