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Hello?

Yeah, I got
everything we needed.

I'll know what I have
for you soon enough.

That's exactly what the guy
at the hardware store asked,

and you're both chauvinist pigs.

I guarantee I'm better
with power tools than any man.

Gross.

That's not what I meant,

although it does
prove my pig thesis.

Chill out.
You're just oversensitive.

We can discuss the finer
points of sexism later.

Yeah, that's what she said.

♪ NCIS 12x18 ♪
Status Update
Original Air Date on March 24, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

So, Larsen, you check your
Leave and Earnings Statement?

Last Monday.
Still no payday.

And you talked
to Chuck in payroll?

I mean, usually
he's civil if you are.

I was very civil.

I explained I'm trying to put a
deposit down on a new apartment,

but he just grumbled
something about next week.

Well, Chuck has spoken--
I wouldn't push it.

Ugh. I have to be out of
temp housing by Friday.

Oh, what if I show him
a little shoulder?

Never worked for me.

Oh.
I tell you what, though--

I have a couch and an extra key.

Thanks, Tim.
That's really sweet.

Rent won't be cheap, though.
Oh.

More than
a little shoulder, huh?

What?
Nothing.

Work.
Flirt.

Work flirt.
You two

should never be left alone,
you know that?

Look, I was just
being friendly.

Agent Larsen is nice.
Seen a lot

of "nice" this week.
Mm-hmm.

And she always lingers.

She lingers for you, Tim.

Tina was transferred to the
Carolinas nine years ago,

and now she's back.
I'm a familiar face,

if that's what you mean.
It wasn't.

And your face isn't all
that's familiar.

Hey, that was one date,
and it was 108 months ago.

108?
Must have gone well.

Yes. I mean... no.

It doesn't matter, because

I'm still with Delilah.
End of story.

Well, she works in Dubai

and it's been six months

since you've seen her.

Thank you for picking
at the scab on my heart, guys.

Well, Bishop had the problem.

I never said that.

By all means, stretch
your legs, Tim.

Yeah.

Keep the monotony
out of monogamy.

By cheating?

No. Just words.

Elaborate.
Harmless

practice for later use

on your actual flirt.

Practice
makes perfect.

Look, what
I'm saying is...

Keep the tools sharp.
See?

Gibbs knows what
I'm talking about.

Ah, I got no idea. Got a body
in off-base housing.

Look sharp.

Tools.

Open sesame.

Actually, the original
French text would be

sésame, ouvre-toi.

Oh.

Mon Dieu.

Neighbor saw
the blood trail

on the driveway,
called the police,

mentioned that the house
belongs to a Marine.

Registered to
Gunnery Sergeant

Holt Perkins, currently deployed

as part of a training team
working with the Iraqi Army.

Get an I.D. on the body?

No, LEOs didn't find any.

The house is clear--
no signs

of blood or struggle
outside of the garage.

Well, she certainly bled out.

Following a trip
to the hardware store.

Drill bits.

Late night hankering
for woodwork?

Yeah, well, it happens.

Bishop.

According to his CO,
Gunnery Sergeant

Perkins will be home
sooner than later.

He's on leave.

Transport just landed
two hours ago.

It's a hell of a thing
to come home to.

- Yeah.
- This is my house. Get off me.

Get your hands off me!
Where's my wife?

Get o... Don't touch me again.
Gibbs, NCIS.

Get that out of my face. Where's my wife?
Marine...

I need you to focus.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, thank you, thank you.

Thank you.

Gunny...

It's not her.

That's not my wife, sir.

I've never seen
this woman before.

- Lee? Leandra?
- We already cleared the house.

Your wife's not here.
Then where is she?

There's a dead woman
in my garage and no sign of her.

Straight to voicemail.
Any idea

where your wife might be?
Why do you think I keep calling her?

Can't you see
something's not right?

I'm sorry, sir, I just...

I told her my leave
was scheduled for next week.

I wanted to surprise her.

We haven't spoken since
my unit lost the Internet.

Wait...

Gunny?
Someone's been in here.

Someone's been in here.

Explain that.
My wife--

she's a clean freak.
Like, OCD in a major way.

Who happens to be a vegan
who hates that couch.

How long you been deployed?
No, no. No.

This is not
some personality swing.

She's a personal trainer.

Self-discipline's
her life.

Her body's
a temple, get it?

I mean, I had to convert the-the
guest room into a gym.

This the room?

Yeah.

Where's the elliptical?

And the Bowflex?

Find what's missing, Gunny.

Drill bits weren't
for woodworking.

You own a safe?

Yeah.

Bolted to the
closet floor-- why?

She was trying
to crack it.

Well, after breaking off
two drill bits,

looks like a trip
to the hardware store

would be in order.

Our victim was a thief.
Yup.

Meet Mallory Bleeker.

Her prints were in AFIS.
She was arrested four years ago

for unlawful entry
and burglary.

She was sentenced to two
years and served ten months.

Experienced thief wouldn't
move bulky exercise equipment

or stay around
to crack a safe.

Unless she knew she had time.

How?
The same way that

I know you spent the weekend
trying to sync

the Beatles' Abbey Road
with Jaws.

Let me tell you something:
"Octopus's Garden"

starts at the exact same time
that the Kintner boy

jumps into the water
with the shark.

I'm telling you, it's uncanny.
Mm. Exactly what you said

in your
EveryoneIEverMet.com status.

And according to

Leandra Perkins'
latest status update,

she is "Maxin'

and relaxin' at the pool".

Yup, with a geotag

at Virginia Soul Health Spa.

I interrupted her fire cupping
session when I called.

She's been posting updates like
this for the last four days.

She's telling the
whole world she's not home.

Previous posts also mention
that her husband is deployed,

which garnered a lot
of support and well-wishes.

And meant that the
house was empty.

The truck, the food,
the pillow on the couch--

our thief was living in the
house while she was robbing it.

That's creepy.
Either of you have a good

locksmith or moat guy?

And where's Mrs. Perkins now?

Virginia state police
are escorting her home.

She was pretty upset.

The World Wide Web.

It astonishes me how people

post their privates--
well, private information--

for all to see.

Such individuals would never
leave a note on the front door:

"The house is empty."

So why treat
their computers differently?

I mean, such lapses in judgment

must be a gift to
your profession.

Hashtag "blessed".

Still spending your nights
on the Internet, Duck?

Social media, Jethro,

is a cesspool of questionable
human behavior.

Just like your day job.

Well, the questionable act
in this case

are multiple stab wounds
with a blunt knife.

Blunt?
Yeah, the-the knife

tore the skin rather
than sliced it.

Dull blade's
just as dangerous.

For the user as well.

I mean, a blunt knife
is not efficient,

and it's an odd choice
for a murder weapon.

Murder wasn't the plan.

Apparently, it became the plan.
The wounds are deep.

Some of them more
than four inches.

Adrenaline rush.

Oh, and I found this when
I removed her clothes,

stuffed in her brassiere.

Blood?

Possibly the victim's.

If so, it would suggest
it was put there postmortem.

Killer with a cause?
Killer with a logo.

Questionable
human behavior

that requires further study?

Damn right.

I thought I came in
as next of kin.

You did.

Then why are we
in a room with no windows?

That's my sister... Mallory.

I knew that life
would catch up to her.

In addition to being
her big brother,

you're listed as a known
accomplice, Scott.

That was a long time ago.

Nice watch.

I got out of that life, man.

What do you do now?

Paper?

I bet that sounded
better in your head.

As wholesaler.

Look, the fact that I got
out of crime is the reason

why I haven't talked
to my sister in over a year.

I can't be around that anymore.

Ooh. Limited Edition T-Money's.

They only made 500 pair
of those puppies.

Yeah.
eBay, dawg.

So, what did those
run you, 1,200 bucks?

15. I saved up.

Did you save receipts?
What do you want?

I want to know
who is Mallory's fence.

Forget it.

I talk, and my shoes
will be on eBay

with my feet still in them.

Exactly.

So, Mallory have any enemies?

All right, look,
I was at the Drake Motel

off State Route 40
with a prostitute named Daisy.

She works
the Monroe-Saticoy district.

You'll know it's her

by the Daisy Duck tattoo
covering her...

chest... area.

Daisy-- yeah, got it.

Thanks for the tip.

Look, she'll verify,
I was with her all night.

Found this on her body.

Do you want to catch who
murdered your little sister?

Because this is them.

Look, whatever Mallory
was caught up in,

she didn't deserve this,
but I've never seen this symbol.

Boss?

Make it fast, McGee.
I was watching in Observation.

While our suspect doesn't know
what that symbol is...

Faster.

...I think I do. I know
what that symbol means.

I just need
to make a quick phone call.

Yeah.

- Hey, it's me.
- Tim.

Hi. Oh, I thought

tomorrow was our
Super-Sexy-Skype night.

Oh, it, uh, definitely is, but

this is about work-- I actually
just sent you something?

Okay.

Now, I remember you saying
something last month

about your task force
in Dubai tracking--

Uh, we're tracking
a terror group

called "Dragon's Tooth," yeah.

Okay, the e-mail I just sent
you-- is that their logo?

Not publicly.
How did you get this?

Uh, a murder.
It was found on the body.

- Military?
- The house was.

The victim was a thief in
the middle of robbing the place.

Hey, Tim, you still have
that extra key to your place?

I think I just pushed it with Chuck.

I'm on the phone. I can't talk.

Oh. I'll come back.

Okay. Yes.

Hey, still there?

NCIS needs to coordinate
with us right now.

Well, we've been following up
on the robbery angle.

This wasn't
about a robbery, Tim.

This is an act
of domestic terrorism.

MTAC in ten?

We can do five.

Even better.

I just have one more question
for you.

Yeah.

Why does she need
that extra key?

Our task force
in Dubai has been tracking

the social media activity of
terror groups for the last year.

And Dragon's Tooth
is one of them?

Yes, Director.

- What do they want?
- Stir the pot.

Level the playing field
against the United States.

The bully. The Dragon.

It's our tooth in that logo.

That's why it's pulled
from the root and bloody.

It's a trophy.

Special Agent Rafi Ali,
Homeland Security.

I'm the task force
team leader.

You mind if I step in?

Oh, go for it, Raff.
The idea is

to pull the dragon's teeth--
our teeth-- one-by-one.

How?

According to your case report,
a thief used social media

to find her target.

Dragon's Tooth does the same,
but for terror.

How?

I think Agent Gibbs
wants specifics.

I've worked with him before.

Say someone posts online

that a family member
is deployed--

a brother, sister,
father, husband.

And suddenly, they
become the target.

Anti-military tweets,
threatening posts, phone calls.

Anything to harass or
incite fear at home.

It's the first
we're hearing about it.

Because we've been
tracking the activity

and shutting down the bogus
accounts before it escalates.

It just did, to murder.

Your thief and
our cyber terrorist

hit the same house
on the same night,

both thinking it was empty.

Terrorist-- as in singular?

Do you know who this guy is?

The group is run by
a man named Omer Malik,

a British national
operating online.

Actually, "group" may be
a misnomer. It's just him.

So he's here in the U.S.?
And upping his game.

He's never shown up
in person before.

Guess we missed that.

You missed that?

That's it?

Probably. You need to keep us
updated going forward.

And you do the same.

Sure.

We'll talk in your a.m.

Delilah, I'll call you in
a few minutes so that we can...

My feelings
aren't easily hurt,

but I don't think
he knew who I was.

Or maybe he did, and that's why
he left in such a hurry.

Find out.

I told you
to scrub your profile.

FBI sends weekly reminders
to service members.

I use it for work.
It's how I get and keep clients.

Well, clearly, more than clients
are following you online.

Ya think?!

As we already mentioned twice,
that is why you are here.

And neither of you got hurt,
so, let's focus on the positive

and get back
to your friend list.

Anyone you don't recognize?

Any names that stick out?

Is he on here?
Oh, don't.

Is there a name we should check?
Don't listen to him. It's nothing.

Saying it's nothing
makes it worse.

It was a couples
health spa.

Long weekend at
a couples health spa.

He's my best client.

Oh. Body's a temple.

Looks like the
congregation's growing.

It was platonic, okay?
Let's see.

Pace, Park...

I see you're still
friends with James.

There's a Henry Pecan.

No "Platonic," so,
I guess that's a lie, too.

Platonic is not his name!
You see?

You know what? Let's do this separately.
Bish, no. Sparks make fire.

Who's Henry Pecan? Is that one
of your survivalist cousins?

It's the water boy from
your college volleyball team.

The eunuch.

That's mean.
And, no, it's not.

Then I have no idea.

Me, neither.

Okay.

Sparks make fire.

So, who is Henry Pecan?

Go, McGee.

Well, Delilah hasn't
texted me all night,

so, now, it's the middle
of the night in Dubai.

It's a workday here.
Which is why I kept digging.

Turns out, Omer Malik is
a distant relative

of Bashir Malik, who is
an accomplice in the bombing...

Paralyzed Delilah?

Is this personal?

You know, cousins
with no known connection,

but it's not listed
on Homeland's BOLO.

Why would Rafi leave that out?

Why would Delilah?
I don't know.

Keep digging.

Delilah been texting you?

I think she's avoiding me.

I'm not sure why.

She texted me,
and I messaged back,

but she stopped replying.

About the case?

No. Special Agent Larsen.

Don't worry. Cleared that up.

Wait. What?!

What do you got, Abbs?

A prediction, Gibbs.

In approximately
66 seconds,

you're gonna run out of this
room with a break in the case.

I hope so.
Okay, so,

per our subpoena,

the good folks
at EveryoneIEverMet.com

turned over all of Henry
Pecan's account information.

Dragon's Tooth cover?

He never wrote
on Mrs. Perkins' page,

but, according
to private messages,

which are also covered
by the subpoena,

Henry Pecan is... Malik.

Messages are all
to the same person.

Yeah, E. Pistachio.

Pecan and Pistachio?

Nuts. Clearly embracing the fact
that these are online aliases.

And aliases that have
been talking for a while,

in code, and usually
about political ideology.

I'm still standing here, Abbs.

Okay, so, the most
recent message says

that Malik and Pistachio
are meeting today

at Malik's apartment
in Alexandria.

You buried the lead, did ya?

Yeah, I kind of rigged
my prediction.

The meeting's in less
than an hour, Gibbs.

Apartment 2A should be the
first left beyond this door.

Rented to
a "Voight Hex."

What's a Voight Hex?

Name you give a third child.

We know the meeting agenda?

No.

So trap is on the table.

Yup.
Knock first?

I vote sending in Bishop

selling Girl Scout cookies
in a dress.

I can make that work.

Uh... fourth floor?

Hungry, boss?

Pay the man.

Don't move.

What? Who is it?

Pizza.

I didn't order a pizza.

I didn't order a pizza.

Says "Apartment 2A."

Cool!

Federal agents!

NCIS!

Federal agents!
Come on, get up! Get up!

My nose!

Ah! What's happening?

The game wasn't
turned up that loud!

What's going on?!
Hands behind you...

Clear.
Clear!

No sign of Malik or Pistachio.

Maybe this guy's
a nut, too.

Hey, you know this
man, Omer Malik?

That's...my roommate.

You working with him?
No, he rents a room.

He found me on Craigslist.
That was your first mistake.

He's a wanted terrorist and murderer.
Hey, I don't know anything about that.

Look, I always play
as the good guys!

- All right, soldier, prove it.
- Where's Malik?

Well, he's supposed to be here,
'cause he said he's meeting someone.

Meeting hasn't happened yet?
Uh... Get him out of here.

What?
Let's go.

What are you doing?

Where are we going?

Well, it's been 20 minutes.

The targets get spooked?

Put it down!

Down!
Now!

Well, this is awkward.

So, wait, what are
you telling me?

You are E. Pistachio?

It's a deep cover alias
I've been working under.

To make Omer Malik think
he was recruiting

a disgruntled DoD employee
in a wheelchair.

It worked.

Last night, you were in Dubai.

I've been in the States a week.

Wait, wait, wait. So...

when we were in MTAC...

Tim, it has been horrible

not being able to tell you.
A week?

Where have you been staying?

It was need to know,

Special Agents.

It's "Director."

Leon Vance.

Of course. Sorry, sir.

But this appeared to be
an imminent threat

to the homeland.

Our sting's been
in the making for weeks.

We did it in a day.
You piggybacked off

our undercover operative
messaging Malik.

And now, because you didn't
inform us, he's in the wind.

Guess we needed to know.

I was protecting my op
and my operative.

And your credit.

Searched the apartment.

Nothing to track Malik.

No phone, no computer.

Just his home movie
collection.

I'll need to see those.

In the spirit of cooperation.

Can you believe that guy?

I know.

Who shoots on miniDV anymore?

No, Agent Ali.

I don't trust him.

With Delilah?

With the case.

And, frankly, that, too.

I mean, they work together.
I guess it's possible

they're just friendly.

Totally.
But?

You want me to speculate?

No.

I mean, just 'cause the birds
and bees are in the same room

doesn't necessarily mean
that there's... pollination.

Did you pass health class?

It's like Agent Larsen and me.

I mean, there's-there's nothing
between us, you know?

Yeah.

Just a few billion years
of basic sexual impulse.

Yep.

Wait, no.

No, I'm saying
the opposite of that.

Here we go.

Tim, they left info

off a BOLO and kept
us in the dark

because she was undercover.
Now, that's questionable tactics

but not proof
of pollination.

Delilah never called
or texted me back.

She still hasn't.

You just talked to her.

We were interrupted.

Tim, how many times have you
tried to contact Delilah

in the last 12 hours?

Texts? A couple.

All right, a dozen.

But I only called six times.

What?!
And left messages.

Oh, honey.
I know.

I know you know,
but you're scaring her.

That's not good.

Women want the illusion
of being chased.

They don't want to
actually be chased.

Hold on a second. DiNozzo.

Oh.

You don't say.

I'll let the director know.

Rafi just signed in downstairs.

Delilah with him?

Breathing room, Tim.

Breathe with me.

Much like our...

mystery videotapes,

secrets will soon be revealed.

Secrets can be sexy.

Malik has broken
into multiple houses.

We didn't know.
Honestly, this time.

How many?

Six tapes, six houses.

The dates written on them
suggest that he's been

doing this for months.

- Unnoticed.
- Yep.

He does just enough
to make people wonder

if someone's been inside
the house

but not enough
to report it.

He's making a point.

That we're vulnerable.

It's like what the Manson Family
did in the '60s.

Break into empty houses
and film it

just for the terror aspect.

Creepy crawls.

Except instead of
the Hollywood Hills,

it's all military houses.

Latest one is
from the Perkinses.

Second tape, please.

Yes, sir.

Malik's never bragged
about this online.

Never mentioned it.

He hasn't released these.
Yeah, well,

he's stockpiling.

Easier to get away
with a crime

when no one knows
you're doing it.

Then why leave his mark
after killing the woman?

Grand finale.

If Malik digitizes these tapes

and releases them, we're
gonna be dealing with...

media frenzy,
public panic.

People will think
we're under attack.

We are.

Who's holding the camera?

Malik has an accomplice.

We need to scan every minute
of this footage for an I.D..

Yes, we do.

Director Vance,
Homeland is part of this.

Gibbs. Stop. Don't.

Damn, he's so fast.

I'll report to my superiors

that our work is done here.
We've already spoken.

Just so you know, Delilah
made sure we had separate rooms.

We're sharing a place
while she's back in the States.

I could tell you were concerned.

More decoded transcripts
and Delilah's chats with Malik.

Ugh, your computer
won't shut up.

Oh, yeah, I set it to alert me
on breaking news stories

involving social media
and terrorism.

You might want
to narrow those parameters.

Three Colorado teens

recruited to go to Syria
last year.

Three British
girls last month.

Three guys from New York
and Florida a couple weeks ago.

Yeah, I know.

"There are soldiers
around the world

who do not know
they are soldiers."

"The weapons
in this war

"are available to everyone.

"Social media.

All they have to do
is pick them up."

Malik said that?

Nope. That was Delilah
responding to him.

She was smart.

Played him
like a fiddle.

She made him think
that she was paralyzed

by the fight on terror.

She was.
Yeah, but she leans into it.

She wasn't
afraid to use

personal details
while undercover.

You know, embarrassing truths
about her wheelchair, her job,

even her long-distance
relationship.

Mmm. I haven't gotten that far.

She's kind of a badass.
That much I know.

Which leaves
one question...

Wait, so what page
is the personal stuff on?

Should I delete
my social media profile?

No.
The more the bad guys use it,

the more we learn about them.

I'm gonna delete it.
Bishop,

so what's next? Cars? Guns?

They're both weapons.
You gonna give them up, too?

What? Th-There's a 14-day

waiting period
before I can delete my account?

Oh, yeah.

Cooling-off time.
Yet they allow

recruitment videos
and beheadings

to upload immediately.

Hm.

Ugh. The goose bumps this is
giving me are, like, painful.

Are you watching this, McGee?
Yeah.

You okay?

Honestly, I haven't had time
to figure that out.

It's been one thing
after another.

- Delilah?
- We haven't even had the chance

to say a proper hello
to each other.

No! Not the dog!

No! Not... Put the knife down!
Abby, it's okay.

He doesn't hurt the dog.
I've already seen this part.

Oh.

Spoiler alert.

You want him to hurt the dog?

No. I just wanted to, you know,
feel my own sense

of relief, organically.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Stop it. Stop it.
Rewind.

Look.

Look at that. Right there.
He touches the banister.

Fingerprints.

Most people don't clean
their balustrades

on a regular basis.

Ugh. They don't?

Ew.

Have a good reason
why your prints were

in the Perkins house?
Pizza delivery.

No one was home.
Except you and Malik.

Malik, the guy whose
apartment you were headed to.

Yeah, you saw us.
You tipped him off.

So who was the pizza
for, Papa John?

You want me to say it was
for Malik, but it was for me.

I'm allowed one free
a month.

You don't even live
in the building.

So?

So where were you gonna eat it?

You have a collect call from
the Maryland State Penitentiary.

Terrorism and murder.
Do you accept the charges?

He found me online.
I just run the camera.

It was dangerous, but it paid
well and nobody ever got hurt.

Until they did.
The house was supposed to be empty.

Malik panicked.

He went around
to the garage.

He killed her.

I was hiding inside.
I had nothing to do with it.

Looking the other way counts!

Where is he now?

He would never tell me
where he was going.

I made some Twitter comments
he liked.

I'm not some believer.

Look, I know
who is, though.

Th-There was this chick
Malik was trying to recruit.

Uh, Pistachio--
it's a fake name.

But he talked about
her all the time.

A disgruntled
DoD employee.

Uh, blames the government for
paralyzing her or something.

She wants revenge.
And if we already know that much?

I don't have a name.

But you can look her up.

I'm giving you an inside threat.

She promised Malik Intel.

She is his
perfect weapon.

He's, like, obsessed with her.

No.

McGee...

Boss, I understand
that Delilah's our key

to drawing out Malik--
I get that.

Bring her here.
I'm waiting for her to call me back.

It's her.

I need to talk
to her first.

Just me.

Work it out, Tim.

Hey.

Come on in.

So, this is where
they put you up, huh?

Both of you?

Well, it's a nice place.

It's big.

I've only been here a week.

Could have stayed with me.

That would have defeated
the whole need-to-know thing.

Which was a jerk move
by your boss.

I don't talk
about Gibbs like that.

I don't share a
bathroom with Gibbs.

Are you not telling
me something?

What? You think
I'm still lying to you?

I don't know what to think.

Look, I don't
know what to think

because we haven't talked.

So you have said,
in multiple texts.

Yeah, none of which
you've replied to.

Well, here we are
now, talking.

Because I've been pestering you.

And I've managed
to look past that,

which I think
is pretty gracious on my part.

You should have come
to me with this case.

Have you never had
to take orders you didn't like?

I am right now.

Gibbs sent me to get you.

You're our best bet
to finding Malik.

So what's the difference?!

At least I told you.
Only because I just asked you, Tim!

It's exactly my point!

What are we even
talking about?!

Do you want to break up?
No.

Well, me, neither.

But are we?

It sure sounds like it, yeah.

It's perfect. Rafi's home.

Do not blame him!
Don't defend him.

I heard shouting.

Hey. Tim around?

Hmm. Hey.

Uh, he stepped out.
Oh.

I would have offered you
my place to stay,

but I'm in a very committed
relationship.

In case
you don't remember, I'm...

Have a good night, Tony.

She remembers.

Where are we with Homeland?

Ah, Agent Ali is on his way up.

He's not a happy camper.

I'd say his...

...willingness
to let us use Delilah

for another undercover op

matches Tim's now.
It's gonna be

up to her.
Where is McGee?

Haven't heard from him.

Well, he's had his time.

Uh, you want me to call?

No.

Hi. You've reached
Special Agent Timothy McGee.

Leave a message after the beep.

And you said Rafi
was the only one

that knew about
this place...?

Not the time, Tim.
I agree.

Although, it's worth noting,

when I was told
that NCIS was involved,

things worked out nicely.

You followed me here?

Since we're interested

in the same person,
lover boy.

You told him about me?
I was undercover.

The closer I can be
to the truth, the better.

Which is why I'm here--
the truth.

It's quite simple.

Are you undercover for me?

Or them?

It determines how many bodies
will be found tonight.

In either case,
it's a grim outcome for you.

Well, I appreciate
the insight, Agent...?

Call me "Raff".
Boundaries, Larsen.

We'll take him from here.
All right, back on the elevator.

What the hell? You called me up here.
Bigger fish to fry elsewhere.

Still going straight to voicemail.
Delilah's safe house where is it?

Need to know.
Last we heard, McGee was headed there,

and now he's not answering.
And that means...?

Still slow on the uptake,
Raff-- let's go!

Don't make this a
measuring contest.

Move!

We're bigger.

Tell him
you're with him.

What? No.

Just tell him you're with him.
No.

One last video before
I release them online.

Ready?

Look, she started out

as a double agent for
Homeland Security.

Some point during the
last year, I figured out

that she wasn't on
my side anymore.

You know I want
to believe that.

Believe it.

At first,
I thought it was me.

I came here tonight to
try and change her mind.

It didn't work.

He came here tonight
to tell me I was wrong.

And it is a little bit
about you.

And Rafi.
Stop blaming him.

Stop defending him!
What, do you think I'm seeing him?!

I don't know. Are you?

Is that why
you're a traitor?

Can't be a traitor to someone
who doesn't care about you.

What are you talking about?
I'm here. I care.

Obviously,
not enough to listen.

I'm still listening,

but I haven't
heard an answer!

No, no, no! Please!
Just tell him the truth!

The truth is, I still care about
you, Tim! Can't you see that?

None of this was easy.

What are we even doing?

We haven't even had
a proper "Hello."

Why'd you move halfway
around the world?

Why did you let me?

Because I love you.

I know.

Are you with me?!

Yes, I am with you.

But you don't have to shoot him.

No... I don't.

But you do.

I-I said I'm with you.

Prove it.

Prove it!

Metro PD's on alert.
They might be closer.

No, the condo's just up here.

Next right, Gibbs.

It's a test.

We'll make it.

Just pass the test.

Tim, what are you...?

Delilah, pull the trigger.

What are you doing?
I can't.

The gun's not loaded.
He wouldn't give you

a loaded weapon!
How was I supposed to know that?

Well, I used the word "test."
Enough!

I thought you understood that was the plan!
That wasn't my plan!

Well, what was your plan?
Shut up!

This was my plan!

Don't!

McGee.

We're okay, boss.

Wow. Who gave you that head
wound-- Delilah or Malik?

Just gets these ties off me.

They're off.

And the knife?

Rule number nine-- I listen.

You and I, on the other hand--

we need to work on
our communication.

Hello.

Hi.

Bishop?
Hmm?

When you said work-flirts
keep your kung fu strong,

what-what do you
mean by that?

It's just a theory, really.

Well, that theory
of everything worked

for McGot-Lucky last night.
Mm-hmm.

I know kung fu.

Yes, you do, and you have...

you have learned well,
Grasshopper.

Wow. That must have
sounded bad.

Yeah, just a little,
but Tony cleared it up.

You two... work-flirts?

No. Agent Larsen was just asking
for the inside scoop on Rafi.

♪ Hunk. ♪
Yeah.

I've been thinking about you.

You're either real complicated,
or super simple, Tina.

Good-bye, Tony.

Good morning.
Morning.

By the way, we, uh,
heard about Agent Ali.

Suspended for gross negligence.

Yup, stop smiling.

What?

They just made me team leader.

You're kidding.
Wow.

That's boss, boss.

Yeah, well, social
media's not going away,

so neither is this
kind of threat, so,

our work is more
important than ever.

Well, congratulations.

So, you heading back to Dubai?

Well, it's going
to be more work

and more responsibilities,

but, uh, since the
threat's at home now...

...my team will be, too.

You mean, you're going
to be here in DC?

It's a higher
security clearance,

and that means
even more secrets.

Huh.
Well, secrets can be sexy.

Ah, geez. Get a room.

I already have one.

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