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Well, you never can
predict the hitch.

Bypasses go like a dream,

and now this valve just
doesn't want to be found.

The search continues.

When I was a kid,

my dog Arthur got lost.

I searched for him for days.

And I hoped and I prayed...

Did you find him, Doctor? No.

But he was imaginary, so I have
to take some responsibility.

Hope is what you make of it.

Am I right?

Dr. Pierce, the admiral's family
has been updated.

Nurse Tolliver,

right on cue,

with the steadiest hands
in the land.

I'm attempting to hunt down
a very shy mitral here.

Please tell me I didn't miss
the story about Arthur.

Look at that.

There it is,

our missing mitral valve.

And it appears to be reparable.

Admiral, today
is your lucky day.

Are those gunshots?

That's right below us.

Code silver.

Active shooter, ground level,
Entrance A.

This is not a drill.

Evacuate to a secure location.

But, Doctor... Go.

Code silver.Now.

Active shooter,
ground level, Entrance A.

This is not a drill.

Okay, you need to go, too.

You can't do this on your own.

If he starts to bleed,
you'll lose him.

Faith... Dr. Pierce.

I'm staying.

All right.

Hold steady.

Accessing the valve.

Hopes and prayers.

Morning, friends.

Morning. Hey, you need help with that?

Nope, I got it. You don't always have
to be a hero, you know?

People are not gonna
think less of you

if I hold the dumpster
open while you

throw that in the trash.

I'm not getting rid of it.

No, why should you?

That shabby/chic vibe
is very hot right now.

Says Delilah.

Actually, I read that plants go

into dormancy for long periods
of time, and I was hoping

that Kasie might know
how to wake it up.

Beep, beep.

Coming through.

Renny down in purchasing

got all of this paper
on a fantastic sale.

Yeah, maybe because it's green.

Yeah. Yeah, she didn't
realize that when she bought it.

She also didn't realize
it was nonreturnable.

I found her inconsolable
in the copy room.

But I reassured her

that I would save her job

by distributing this
as scratch paper.

Talk about heroes.
Look at this guy.

They can't fire her
for accidentally ordering

the wrong color paper.

You guys,
let's not risk it, okay?

If the director asks, just say

green scratch paper
really helps you,

I don't know, solve more crimes.

You want me to take that

to the dumpster
for you? No, I do not.

She thinks it's sleeping.

Yeah, yeah.

No. No, there's not a lick
of green in there, Bishop.

I'm sorry, but this is way dead.

Okay, I wouldn't call that
an official test.

Hey, the guy knows dead, Bishop.

Since when do you care so much

about plants anyway? GIBBS Gear up.

Let's go, right now. What's going on, Boss?

Active shooter, Liberty Naval.

Wait, at the hospital?

My God.

This is an active shooter...

Go, go, go, go!

Move it!

Failure to comply

is a criminal offense.

Folks, we appreciate
your patience.

I know you want to get home to
your families, but it's crucial

we get all of your statements
as soon as possible.

Gibbs, this is Captain Crawford,

commanding officer
at the hospital. Captain, what do we got?

Shooter fled
the immediate scene on foot.

Where he went from there
is unknown.

MPD was first on the scene.

They've already blocked off
a one-mile radius

with checkpoints. SWAT did a sweep.

Building is cleared.

Only people still inside
are essential staff

and those patients
that couldn't be moved.

Wounded are being transferred
to Washington General.

What about the shooter?

Caucasian male wearing
Marine utilities

and carrying a black duffel bag.

No name tag on his uniform.

He grabbed an AR-15 from his bag

and started shooting
the lobby randomly.

He was wearing an
eight-point hat pulled down low.

Our witnesses
can't seem to agree

on a description of his face.

But there is still a good amount
of people yet to be interviewed.

Talk to everybody
who was inside.

I want all accounts
logged through us.

On it.

Captain. Anything I can do
to help you find

the son of a bitch
who did this, you say the word.

Excuse me.

Do you have a list of victims?
I need one.

Jack.Gibbs. There you are.

Do you have the list of...

One dead, 12 wounded.

Are you sure?

One of the wounded
is an off-duty cop.

Witnesses said he returned fire.

That's him.

Shot the shooter
once in the shoulder.

He sent him running.

Are you sure
this list is complete?

Unless someone
tells me otherwise.

Look, MPD is stretched thin.

Gonna jump in and help me

with some of these
witness statements?

Jack. Did you hear me?

All hands are on deck.

No.

What?

I'm sorry, Gibbs,
I can't help you.

I'm recusing myself
from this investigation.

Want to tell me why?

Jack!

McGee, give me a sitrep.

Well, no activity
at our checkpoints.

BOLO's out wide on our shooter,

but we still have no viable
description of his face.

We have a hospital
full of witnesses,

and you're telling me
we got nothing?

Well, I wouldn't say "nothing."

What? An attack
like this happens

in a first-floor lobby,
common sense says

the shooter came through the
front entrance, but he didn't.

He came off an elevator.

He was on another floor? Yep.

We just don't know which one
or why.

All right. Security footage?

On my way to get it now.Yeah.

Gibbs.Hey.

Want to take a look at this?

I got the shooter's blood

on the road
and on the barricade.

He bypassed the
security gate on foot.

He left a trail of blood
along the way.

Where does the trail end?

Down the street.

It looks like he got into a car
and drove off.

Great. Means he's already
outside the checkpoints.

Come on, damn it.

There a problem?

I need to take a swab, and
I can't find my gloves.

Thanks.

You know, man,
other kinds of crimes,

I've learned to process.

But when a guy shoots random,
innocent people, it just...

it makes my inner swan come out.

What?

Okay, so swans, they-they look
like they're really nice,

but you push their buttons,

you know, those birds
can go dark real quick.

Mass shootings just,
make me want to go swan.

Our priority is the shooter.
All right? Let's get this guy.

Yeah. All right.

Hey, Gibbs.

Can you please not make me
talk to Sloane again?

I'm past my quota for the month.

Agent Gibbs.

I have the civilian
employee list you requested.

Yeah, thanks.

Something in particular
you're looking for?

Chief Petty Officer
Diana Sanchez.

There you are.

Nice to meet you.

List of victims is confirmed.

12 wounded, nine of them
still critical.

So far, she's our only fatality.

She took two shots
to the chest, one to the leg.

Kasie has the slugs now.

I was just looking up
more about her

so she wouldn't be just another
body on the table, you know?

She was from Austin.

She oversaw hospital admissions.

Mother of two boys,
five and three.

Her favorite movie
was The Wizard of Oz.

I spoke to her husband.

Feels like you wanted to
get to know her, too?

Awful as this is, we could be
looking at dozens of bodies.

That off-duty cop, he was...
he was thinking on his feet,

firing back like that.

I'm assuming he was hit, too,
he's one of the criticals?

Officer... Moseby.

Moseby. Yeah, he's still in surgery.

Hopefully, we, we won't
have to be back here again.

Kasie.

I have
the shooter's blood.Great.

Mass Spec is rebooting.
I'll get started in a minute.

By the way, the dumpster
out back is full.

Hey, what? I'm not
throwing this away.

I need your help waking it up.

Yeah, okay.

Okay, listen, look at me.

Mass shootings make me
want to go swan.

I was gonna punch something, but
then I walked by Bishop's desk

and I saw this thing,
so I'm gonna do this

instead of punching. That was a lot
of information,

most of which I am not
entirely clear on.

But I am getting that
you want to repurpose

your negative energy
in a positive way?

Yeah, that, so... what do we do?

Do we,

throw some water on it?

Nick, this thing is dead. Damn it.

But I will... I will
call my botanist friend

and ask for a second
opinion, okay, Nick?

Okay, buddy?

Got something.

We've been combing through
hospital security footage.

The stuff of the actual
shooting was awful to watch.

Couldn't get a good angle
of the shooter's face. But you were able

to figure out where
he was beforehand? Yeah.

Before he took the elevator
down to the ground floor

and started shooting,
he was on the third floor.

That's got to be him.

Marine utilities, black bag.

That nurse is talking to him.

Seems like she might've gotten
a good look at his face.

Who is she?

I'll see how close I can
zoom in without distortion.

We get a good look
at her badge here.

Operating room RN,
Faith Tolliver.

All right, Faith Tolliver.

Checking the log.

Why didn't she say something
when we interviewed her?

She hasn't been interviewed yet.

Why not?'Cause she didn't evacuate.

She probably doesn't
even know yet

that she saw the shooter's face.

Says here that she stayed
inside the hospital

to assist in
an open-heart surgery.

Brave woman.

Civilian O.R. nurse,
Faith Tolliver.

What do you want me to say?

Back at the hospital,
Jack, I asked you

a question, and you walked away.

I did not think
you were the type.

Hey, listen, Gibbs,
I am not some underling

that you can manipulate
with a look, if you forgot.

No, you can't put this on me. Why not?

World-class investigator
Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

That's some fancy research
you did behind my back.

I had enough to go on.

Yeah, well, next time
we have a drink,

remind me to keep my mouth shut,

or better yet,
remind me to stay home!

Hey! I should be out there

investigating,
not wasting my time

on something
that you can tell me.

Yes, okay? Yes.

She is my biological daughter.

Okay?

Can we get on
with our lives now? No, we can't,

because your daughter
is the only witness we have

who may have seen
our shooter's face,

and she's on the way in.

What?

Now.

No.

Gibbs, I haven't been
in the same room with her

since the day she was born.

Jack, my priority

is the shooter.

Apart from that,
I'm on your side.

She doesn't know me.

Gibbs, Faith doesn't know
who I am.

And I want to keep it that way.

Yes, Madam Secretary,
we will turn over every rock

on the Eastern seaboard
until we find this guy.

Yep.

That and then some.

Copy that, ma'am.

Yes, I-I'll keep you apprised.

Shooter's blood was not
in the DoD's database.

Not a Marine. I heard.

Any theories as to why
a civilian

would dress up like a Marine
and shoot up a Navy hospital?

Do you want me
to stand here guessing

or go out and find the guy?

I'll see you later.

Gibbs.

You've spoken to Agent Sloane?

She recused herself
from this investigation.

You know why?

Do you?

I don't feel comfortable

talking about her personal...

Makes two of us.

Okay, hi. Hello.
I'm standing right out here,

and this conversation
is excruciating.

You both know everything, so...

get over it. All right, good talk, Gibbs.

Faith is waiting for you
in the conference room.

Okay? W-Wait.

Just make sure you let her talk.

She's likely traumatized, so you
need to be sensitive to that,

and-and look out
for her nonverbal cues.

Are you gonna take notes?

What? What?

What?

Agent Sloane, would you like
to be in that room?

What? No. Gibbs will do fine.

Yeah, he will,
but what about you?

Right. No, right, I can...
I can handle that.

I-I would just be
an extra set of

eyes and ears, and she doesn't
even know who I am, so...

Great.

Wow.

The hell is this for?

Ms. Tolliver.

I'm Special Agent Gibbs.

Faith. Call me Faith.

This is Special Agent Sloane.

Hi.

How are you?

Fine. Nice to meet you.

Would it be okay
if we just get started?

I'd like to get back to
work as soon as possible.

Sure. Yeah.

We're listening,
whenever you're ready.

Start whenever
you're comfortable.

I didn't even know
that I had spoken to him.

I mean...

I didn't know that he was
the one who... um...

Faith, take your time.
It's okay.

Okay. I was updating a patient's
family on his surgery

when I saw a man in uniform
walk out of the break room.

Any idea what he was doing there?
No.

I didn't recognize him,
but that's not unusual.

Sometimes,

family or friends
will visit staff

in the break room for a lunch

or coffee. You talked to him?

Yes, because he looked like
he might have been lost,

so I asked him
if he needed any help.

He said no, he got
in the elevator,

I went back to the O.R.,

and then we heard the...

the shots.

Sorry.

Chief Sanchez,
the woman who was...

was killed, sh...

sh-she was a friend.

Sorry.

Um, Faith, do you think

you could describe
this man for us?

Yes, he was...

young, dark hair...

I'd like you to sit
with our forensic scientist,

come up with a composite.

I don't know if I

can remember him clearly enough
for that. I'm sorry.

Not to worry, you've done
a great deal already just

by being here. Thank you.

I'd like you to try
the composite.

Sometimes, we remember

more than we think.

It is something you could do
for Chief Sanchez.

You're right.

Yes. Of course. I-I'll try.

So that's our guy?

Ooh!

I'll tell you what,
doing a composite

after a traumatic event
is no joke.

Faith Tolliver sat in here

for two hours
on eye shapes alone.

What are you doing
with my plant? Giving it back to Nick.

Hey, what are you
doing with my plant?

Repurposing negative energy.

That's the thing
where mass shootings

make you want to go swan?

Kasie, wait, you said
you were gonna help me.

This thing still looks
like a tumbleweed.

Yeah, I video-chatted with
my friend, Bob the botanist.

He said that thing's
been dead for years.

No plant can survive
dormancy for that long.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Also, Bishop,

what were you doing
with a dead plant in your house

for years?

Did we walk over here 'cause
there was a ding or not?

Yes.

Faith Tolliver said
she saw the shooter

coming out of the break room
on the third floor.

What was he doing there?
That is the question.

There's no security cameras
in the break room,

but I asked the agent
assigned to the hospital

to send over some photos.
Hence the ding.

And we have several
views here...

Hold on.

Wait.

What's that on the floor?

Looks like an outline.

Yeah, like something big
was sitting there

and left some kind of mark.

What was it?

An industrial-size cooler.

I just confirmed
with Captain Crawford.

Two months ago, the hospital
did some rearranging

as part of a renovation.

Break room
used to be something else.

Yeah, a med room,
and the cooler that was there

was used to store medications.

Possible the shooter didn't
know about the renovation.

Which also means
it's possible he was

in the break room
looking for drugs.

Look alive, Team Gibbs. We got
a hit from Kasie's composite.

We gearing up? Like a clock, baby.

Multiple members
of the public called in.

I.D.'ing him as
18-year-old Evan Sykes.

Lives with his father
in Laurel, Maryland.

Boss, looks like he dug
the bullet out of his shoulder.

Patched himself up
best he could.

Place is clear.
Looks like he bolted.

Evan!

I called you ten times.

My God.

Evan!

Freeze. Where is he?

Where's my son? Hold on.

Get off of me!

Evan!

Get off me! Evan!

Hey, the cuffs stay on
until you settle down.

What happened to my son?

Evan!

Gibbs.

He did something on his laptop
before he left.

There's blood on the keyboard.

What are these papers?

Bishop.

He stood right here.

More blood over there?

Ammo box.

Good for an AR-15.

Empty.

He's restocked.

He's planning something else.

I heard you guys are
using Renny's scrap paper

to help crack the case.
What is going on?

I see why you needed
the recycling bin.

Is that...

That is Evan Sykes.

Blood analysis confirmed
he's our shooter.

Laptop's a bust.

Hard drive's wiped clean.
Nothing's recoverable.

But before it was wiped,

his computer was
infected with a virus

that sends a file to
the printer queue.

Like, a file from his computer?

No, like, thousands
of pages of gibberish.

Well, I guess, even bad guys

get computer viruses just
like the rest of us?

Yeah, Evan tried
to print something

before he left his house.

Once he realized
that it was in line

behind all this craziness,
he canceled the print job.

His document only got
about ten-percent spooled.

When it finally does print,
hopefully it'll be

enough to give us something.

You really have to look
at every page?

I mean, can't you just wait
until the printer stops?

Will you people let me be?

It feels right
to look at every page,

so I'm-a look at every page.

Yeah, r-right, yeah.

When I look at this green paper,
it makes me think of,

the knights
of the Middle Ages, you know?

They used to put green
in their coats of arms

to signify hope
and loyalty of love.

Which actually reminds me
of an epic tale of hope.

First, I've got Torres
going swan.

Now I got you going Mallard.

Thank you.

It's processing
Evan's print job.

Well, that ten percent
did not give us much.

It's the top of a spreadsheet.

Look at the column headings.

Liberty, Ice
Station, Willow Den.

Liberty must mean the hospital.

And isn't the Ice Station
a skating rink?

This could be a list of targets.

This spreadsheet could be
where he saved his research.

Okay, then, what's Willow Den?

My God.

It's an elementary school
near the hospital.

We got to find this guy now.

He's my son.

He's not what you think he is.

Yeah, we got that part.

You're talking in circles.

I didn't know
he was planning this.

I didn't even know he had a gun.

Up until six years ago,

he was good. What happened six years ago?

Evan's brother Christopher
went to prison.

He's still there. For what?

Drunk driving.

A family of four was killed.

When Christopher went to prison,

Evan just started to spiral.

He just wasn't himself.
He was... so angry.

Why'd he target Liberty Naval?

His brother was a Marine.

In his mind, the
military could have

pushed for a lighter sentence.
So Evan was angry

that his guilty brother
was put away, so he decided

to gun down a whole lobby
full of innocent people?

I really don't see
the logic in that.

Evan have a history of drug use?

He stayed away from all that
because of what happened

to his brother. It didn't
happen to him.

He got wasted,
got behind the wheel

and took out an entire family.

And then there's Evan... Hey, Nick.

No.

He's right.

Tell me how to help you.

Ice Station skating rink.

Willow Den School.
What is he gonna hit next?

I don't know why
he'd attack either.

They got to have something
to do with his brother.

And I'm telling you
that they don't.

Enough.

Well, where would Evan go?

Where is he hiding out?

Hey, look at me.

Where is he?

I don't know.

When you find him...

please don't hurt him.

I'm begging you.

Please.

It's hard to watch.

From what he's saying,
Evan Sykes is unhinged.

Willow Den School is closed
for a staff retreat.

Skating rink ignored our advice
to shut down, so we bolstered

their security. What about Faith?

She saw his face.

Hospital
full of witnesses, Jack.

Unlikely Faith
would be targeted.

Leon... The agent assigned

to the hospital
will look out for her there.

Gibbs offered to post someone

outside her residence,
but she declined.

Said she wanted
to put this all behind her.

Faith is a pretty strong
young lady.

Interesting,
her location, though.

What do you mean?

That the two of you
ended up in the same city.

Jack, you okay?

Hey.

Officer Moseby pulled
through his surgery.

I'm gonna head over
and talk to him.

Gibbs will want to join you.

This interrogation
is pretty much over.

Wouldn't you say?

Doctor.

Doctor, hold up, please. NCIS.

We're looking to see.

Officer Moseby
as soon as possible.

I need to check
his vitals first.

It shouldn't take long.

I am never gonna
look at hospitals

the same way again.

Hey. Um...

I don't know if you heard about
me bringing in this plant.

Had a few other things
going on, Bishop.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, I know.

It's just, the plant,
it's from...

Ziva's office.

You said you were clearing out.

I am. I just...
I thought you might

have an opinion about...
me trying to save it.

A plant?

Yeah.

You see this?
You get personally involved,

you can't move on.

Gibbs...

if you know,
I need you to say it.

I know what?

Nothing.

He's ready for you now.

Took one in the stomach.

Ripped apart my intestines.

The other one missed my
heart by a half an inch.

I won't be running a
marathon anytime soon.

But, you know...

I'm lucky.

Everyone in the hospital
was lucky you were there.

I know I hit him once, but...

I didn't really
even see his face.

I didn't see where he
came from, nothing.

Excuse me.

Special Agent Bishop.

Listen.

The doctor says I'm supposed
to be sleeping, but...

I can't.

You think we're
gonna get this guy?

Yeah, we I.D.'d him.
18-year-old kid.

Evan Sykes.

Eighteen.

Hey.

We're gonna get him.

The minute I woke up...

I had to laugh, you
know what I mean?

It's like some bad joke.

I'm out there putting my
ass on the line every day,

and then this happens when I'm

bringing my wife
pancakes on my day off.

But damn...

you got to laugh,
because otherwise...

Your wife a patient?

No, she works at the hospital.

Yeah? What floor? The third.

Gibbs.

Security at the skating rink

spotted a man
in Marine utilities.

He's loitering
in the parking lot

carrying a black bag.

Hey, back in the car,
back in the car.

We got him.

NCIS! Drop the bag!

Okay, okay, okay. Don't shoot.

I didn't do anything.

Lose the cover.

Damn it, let me see your eyes.

It's not him.

He's not even a Marine.

Bag is clear. I was just waiting

for my buddy to
get out of hockey

so we could go to the gym.

Get out of here.

Go on.

He keeps dressing like a Marine,

Evan Sykes could be anyone
in this town.

Father have any idea
where he might be?

None.

So we've got nothing.

I got something.

Pancakes.

What are you doing here? Faith,

listen, I know that
you declined protection,

but after learning more
about the shooter,

I strongly advise you

to err on the side of caution.

Unbelievable.

I'm sorry.

I'm just giving you
my honest professional opinion.

Really, is that
what you're doing?

How do you think I felt when I
saw you walk in that room today?

What? What are you...

You think I don't
know who you are?

I know.

Okay? I've known for years.

You're not that hard
to find online.

You know, you're the one that
said you didn't want to know.

But I guess you looked
me up, too, didn't you?

Yes, I did. Why?

The day I was born,
you handed me to my mom,

and you told her that
you never wanted

to have anything to
do with me again.

It wasn't as simple as that. No, no, right.
I forgot the part

where you went on with your life

and made something great
of yourself.

You know what?
You made your choice.

You don't get to show up
at my door now

and pretend that you care.

You don't get
to change your mind.

Faith, please don't do this. No.

This is the one
thing you taught me

How to walk away
without looking back.

Gibbs. Rumor has it that
we're pumping all our resources

into a hunch of yours
regarding pancakes?

Well, when Gibbs' gut

gets to churnin', the
perps will be burnin'.

Sorry, I usually just
say that in my head.

The morning of the shooting,

Officer Moseby was
at the hospital

bringing pancakes to his wife.

She works on the third floor.

They ate together in
the same break room

that Evan Sykes
was seen exiting.

Officer Moseby also plays

on a rec hockey team
at the Ice Station,

and he drops his kids off
at Willow Den three days a week.

Evan Sykes wasn't looking
for drugs in that break room.

He was looking for Moseby.

This was a targeted hit
disguised as a mass shooting.

What better way to hide
your motive than to make

the target appear to be random.

All right. Thanks.

Officer Moseby is safe.

We have three agents
outside his hospital room.

Do we have a motive? Working on it.

I did some digging into
Evan's brother Christopher.

It turns out he's up for
parole next month, and guess

who always does a victims impact
statement at his hearings.

Moseby.

Why would he do that? McGEE Because he was
the first responder

at Christopher's drunk
driving accident.

Moseby speaks for
the family that died

because they're not here
to speak for themselves.

And by killing that voice,
Evan thought his brother

might stand a better chance
of being released.

Yeah.

Wait, if Moseby knew
all of this, wouldn't he think

something was up
when he heard the name Sykes?

No, because Christopher goes by
a different last name, Thompson.

But last names aside,
Evan Sykes is still out there.

Boss?

Directive hasn't changed.

Get me a location on Evan Sykes.

Gibbs,

good timing.

Want you to take a look
at some stuff.

Faith Tolliver just called.

She changed her mind about

having an agent
outside her place.

She did? That-that's great.

She requested that this time,
it not be you.

I'm starting to think you had

the right idea,
recusing yourself.

I'm not recusing myself,
Gibbs. I can't.

I'm in this.

Here.

Take a look at this.

Okay. Evan Sykes.

He is a scared, lost kid.

He likely has no idea
what to do next.

Read this at your leisure,

because this is the profile
that's really gonna help you.

Noah Sykes.

He worked three jobs to
get his son the best lawyer

he could for that
drunk driving trial.

And after one son
went to prison,

Noah did everything in his power
to help the other one move on.

Evan was taunted in school,

so he moved him
to the next town over.

He even changed their last name.

What does that mean, Jack?

It means he's the kind of parent

that loves and protects
to the end, no matter what.

He knows where Evan is.

I would bet my life on it.

But you need to tell him
something, Gibbs.

You need to tell him
that in this situation,

there is only one way
to truly protect his son.

Room 124.

Room 124.

He's alone.

I'll get the father out of here.Yeah.

Wait.

We can't let this kid off easy.

Easy for him is dead.

Yeah?

Good? Go.

All right, on your go, boss.

No. Torres goes in alone.

Gibbs?

You got this?

Yeah. Go.

All right, kid,

I'll make you a deal.

You reach, and I shoot.

I just wanted my brother back.

Yeah, well,

Officer Moseby survived.

But what about Diana Sanchez?

Who?

She is the woman
you killed, Evan.

Hey, tell me something.

Was shooting all those people
just a cover-up for your motive?

Or was it your cry for help?

Or was it just a bonus?

'Cause, see,

what gets under my skin
is that there was no reason,

but there was a reason.

You had a reason, didn't you?

You didn't have the power
to save your brother...

so in the hospital,

you took the power
over everything.

But, man...

I don't accept that reason.

Pick it up, Evan.

Pick up the gun! I'm sorry! Don't shoot!

Don't shoot.

Please don't shoot.

I'm sorry.

That's not enough.

Gibbs!

All right, get your
hands behind your back.

I'm sorry.

Faith.

Look, I know
Evan Sykes is in custody.

They-they already told me.

Yeah.

Please.

Okay. What is it you want
to say, Agent Sloane?

I need you to know,
the day you were born,

I did give you to your mother

and told her
that I had to cut all ties.

But it wasn't because
I didn't love you.

I, um...

I just knew that,
if I saw you again,

I wouldn't be able
to let you go.

But I had to.
I had to let you go,

because I was...

I'm sorry
I can't explain it right now,

but I will, one day.

There is no "one day."

Not for us.

If you didn't want to see me,

why did you risk it?

What?

You were in California.

You knew that moving here meant

you might walk into a room
one day

and I would be sitting there.

Why didn't you just stay
where you were?

Because I failed.

I tried every which way
to let you go, but I...

can't, so...

Boss, you knew how on edge.

Torres was about
this mass shooting.

But you sent him in there alone.

Guess you knew that...
raw kind of anger

would scare Evan into
giving himself up.

You knew Torres wasn't gonna
pull that trigger, right?

There are no absolutes, Tim.

Boss, you okay?

I got one with a swan.

I got one with a kid.

I got one with a plant.

"One with a kid."
You talking about Jimmy?

I wanted to shake 'em all.

I wanted to say, "Rule 10."

Yeah, but you didn't.

I couldn't.

I burned Rule 10.

No going back.

Worked out okay today, but...

What, you burned "never get
personally involved on a case"?

Hey, Tim, you've always had
your head on straight.

You always have.

Make sure to keep it that way.

I don't understand.
You-you've never gotten rid

of any of the rules.

I didn't do it for me.

I'm not sure if it's right.

Wow, you've... lived
with that rule a long time.

Yeah. And I don't know where
I'm gonna end up without it.

Nice to see some life in here.

I thought you were
clearing the place out.

Changed my mind.

Well, like I said,

Ziva made one last payment
before her death, so...

we're good through the end
of next year.

But I do like to know

who I'll see coming and going.

You'll be...

working in here
from time to time?

Maybe.

I hope so.

Funny thing about hope...

Once she gets into your blood,
she never leaves you.

Does she?

I'll be seeing you, then.

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