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Seriously, man.
How hard is it to pick a lock?

If you think
it's so easy,

why don't you have
a go at it next time?

The plan was simple:
Open vault. Steal money.

You couldn't even
get past step one.

I was doing fine.
You set off the alarm.

Princess NoisyPants over there
was trying to have a tea party.

That is no way to address
your future queen!

That dragon had enough gold,
we would've been set for life.

Well, then maybe taunting
it wasn't the best idea.

Guys! The game's over.

Ne mon, linguate!

I cast a curse of silence
upon thee.

Another word and
the great fairy spirit will

take thy breath.

We done?

Yeah.

Great.

See you all next week.

"I cast a curse of silence
upon you."

Yeah, right. Get real.

Curse of silence isn't even
in the fairy spell book.

How hard is it?
Open vault. Steal m--

* *

Thank you for the call.

I'm always happy
to talk to a fan. Yeah.

Who are you texting?
What?

Well, you're grinning like
a boy who just got a puppy.

Your sister, uh,
wants me to ask you,

what happened with
Alex McGreevy

at the eighth-grade
science fair.

Okay, first off,
Alex McGreevy is an idiot.

And second, he...

Oh, no, no, no.
I'm not doing this.

This is exactly
what I was afraid of

when the two of you
started dating. McGEE: Thank you so much.

I got to go.

NCIS. This is McGee.

Someone forward
the switchboard

to his desk or something?
Better.

The next Thom E. Gemcity
book just got leaked.

Oh.
Yeah, it's been like this all morning.

Yeah,
I think that was me.

Well, that is, uh,
very generous of you.

Uh, I'm your manager,
so I get ten percent.

But, uh, I am not looking for
new representation currently.

Thank you.

Told you giving an advance copy
to that Marine's agent

last Christmas was not
a good idea.

Oh, come on!
People wouldn't be calling

if they didn't like it.

So, who was it?
A publisher? Agent?

Ooh, Tom Clancy's lawyers?

I'm just not ready
for it to be out yet, you know?

I mean, it needs a rewrite.
I mean,

if you have enough "Rick Soares"
in there, how bad can it be?

McGEE:
I already told you,

any similarities
to actual persons,

living or dead,
is purely coincidental.

Tell that to, uh, Pimmy Jalmer.
McGEE: I just,

I want it to have depth,
you know, more depth.

You know who had depth?
Kenny Rogers.

The chicken guy?

Yeah, I was listening to
"The Gambler" on the way in.

He had a whole
life philosophy

going on there.
McGEE: Yeah, I'm more

of an "Islands in the Stream"
guy, myself.

Of course you are.

Parker.

Gotcha, we're on our way.
Body. Alexandria.

There is enough Rick Soares,
in there right?

Don't play with me.

McGEE:
All right.

Okay.

Yeah. Thank you.

Here's what I got so far.

Local PD got a call
about 6:30 this morning.

Victim's name is Victor Chan,

Marine Corps reservist and
data scientist at Quantico.

FBI have a new "barbarian"
division I'm not aware of?

Did you guys know
that in Ancient Greece,

the word "barbarian"
just meant "different"?

As in someone who didn't
observe local customs?

I'm pretty sure wearing
animal fur and a tunic

isn't the custom anywhere
in the lower 48.

I'm not sure he was driving.

What is he, six-five?

Yeah, give or take.
Well, the driver's seat

and the mirrors are set up

for somebody about
a foot shorter.

It doesn't look like
he braced for impact.

Uh, so someone
drove him out here,

set him up behind the wheel,
pushed it down the hill?

Then took off on foot.

I got footprints
back at the road.

Still doesn't explain
the outfit.

This might help...

Let me see that.

Wow. A lot of D20s in here.

Twenty-sided dice.

Used in tabletop
role-playing games.

Actually some really
nice ones in here.

These look like they are
resin-made... McGee, McGee, McGee...

Man, you're way cooler
than that.

Well,
looks like Chan was

on his way home from a night

of make-believe adventure.

I wonder if someone took things
a little too seriously.

Judging by the outfit,

I'd say that answer is yes.

I was talking about the killer.

Okay, first step:
let's find out

where Conan here was last night.

He was with me. At my place.

Kasie? How did you...?
I got the Bandium alert

on my way to work, but it has
to be a mistake, okay?

Because Victor was fine
When he left my...

Damn.

Give us some good news, Nick.

How's Kasie doing?
Well, she lost a friend.

So she's taking it pretty bad.

So it turns out Victor Chan was
a Renaissance man.

Like, for real.
Graduate degrees

in computer science
and art history.

Chan was also a member of MENSA

and the D.C. Model Train
Society.

And for the past six years,

he has been an analyst
for the FBI Crime Lab.

This guy is
a forensic scientist?

Well, according to Kasie,
everyone in the party was.

McGEE: Not a group you
want to play Clue with.

At least one friendly face
in the mix.

Wait, Kasie had
a forensics party with Carol

and I wasn't invited?

Not gonna lie,
that kind of hurts.

Probably better
you weren't there.

Yeah, you're not kidding.

According to toxicology, uh,

Victor Chan had conium maculatum
in his system.

Hemlock?

Aw.

You read that Toxic Plants
of North America book

I got you for your birthday.

Jimmy? Focus?

Right. Uh, based on the rate

at which this toxin
is metabolized,

it would appear
that Victor was poisoned...

Whoa!

During Kasie's game night.

So one of the guests
must have done it. Ugh.

Who wants to be the one
to tell Kasie

that her apartment is now
a crime scene?

Okay, let's divide and conquer.

McGee, track down everyone that
was at Kasie's place last night.

We'll head over
and take a look.

Timothy McGee,
aka "Thom E. Gemcity"?

Okay. This is getting
a little ridiculous.

Listen, I do not need
an agent, okay?

Daryl Thomas, DoD.

The Pentagon has a few
questions about your new book.

I am telling you, there is
no way that anybody in my house

poisoned anyone last night,
especially Victor.

We've known
him for years.

Kasie, we're just
following the evidence.

Yeah,
you got to trust the process.

Yes. It's just a lot easier
to trust the process

when it doesn't involve
your personal, private business.

Yeah, we hear you, Kase.

We'll be discreet.
Uh, Torres, living area.

Knight, bedroom.
Oh, whoa, wait.

No one went
in the bedroom last night.

They all stayed out here.

So you know
we have to treat this

just like any other
investigation.

Right.
I can't interfere.

It's just...
there are some...

there's a few things

that I'd rather you didn't see.

Like Parker said,
we're gonna be discreet.

Oh, dear God.

Um...

Jess, meet Ernesto.

Ernesto, meet Jess.

That's a lot
of dishes in the sink.

These from last night?

Yes. I was planning
on washing them today.

I just didn't know that
I was going to have company.

We'll need to...
whoa, whoa, ho, ho, ho.

You need to leave that be
for a minute.

We need to get these back
to NCIS, test them for poison.

Great. Now everyone at work
will think I'm a slob.

And why would we think that?

Hey, Kasie?
Yes?

Why do you got three microwaves?
Ah!

Okay. Okay...

I get it. You're thinking,
"She's a hoarder."

Hey, we're not passing
judgment here. I'm judging a little.

Here we got something.

Under this table.

Hey, smells musty.

Hemlock smells musty.

That's not mine.
Kase, if that isn't yours...

You're not seriously thinking

that one of my friends
brought that here?

What I'm thinking is that
we should probably save

the questions for someplace
a little more official.

How long have you guys been
doing game night?

Um, since college.

It started off as a study group
for Intro to Forensics.

It just... never stopped.

This room does not have
a friendly vibe, by the way.

And Carol joined later?

Yes. Yeah. Um...

You were there when we met.

Jimmy and I were bleeding
from the eyes...

I got to ask,

to your knowledge,

does anyone in the group
have motive...

to kill Victor Chan?

No!

No. I-I-I mean, yes.

Sometimes Max and Victor
would get into it

whenever Max would cheat
on his critical roles...

She said I cheat?!

I was picking up
the die to read it. KNIGHT: Max!

We found this in Victor's email.
Can you read it?

"I'm going to kill you.

"I'm going to boil your teeth
and make a necklace.

"I will dry your intestines

and make a stringed instrument
to play at your funeral."

See where I'm going here?
So what?

You think this means
I poisoned him?

You should see the stuff
I send my mother.

She's still alive.

Max can be a hothead,
but he-he's harmless.

Okay? I promise.
And what about Carol?

How was she with the
rest of the group?

You know Carol.
She's a ray of sunshine.

Like, always.

This is crap.

Parker, do you know
how many times

I've saved your team
from some world-ending virus?

And we appreciate it.

I work for the CDC.

Don't you think if I wanted
to get rid of Victor,

I'd use something more
interesting than hemlock?

I think that you,
above all people, would know

to use something that anyone
can get their hands on.

Well, I didn't.

Somebody did. Who had motive?

Motive's not my thing.

That's more Ilene's area
of expertise.

Anyone who spent
more than 15 minutes

with Victor
is going to have motive.

Do you know how many times
I had to listen to him lecture

about the difference
between "less" and "fewer"?

And you think that's
reason enough to kill him?

Not for me it's not, but...

from a professional standpoint,

I know there are many things
that can be a trigger.

You're a profiler, Ms. Smyth.
Please,

it's "Ilene" or "Doctor."

I probably don't have

to tell you this,
but behavioral analysis

can be unreliable.

What a terribly unsurprising
thing for you to say.

You seem

like a man who likes hard facts.

Have you ever considered
why that might be,

Alden?
Please,

it's "Special Agent Parker."

Enlighten me.
Could it be

that there are some things
in your life

that aren't black-and-white and

that makes you uncomfortable?

You see, "fewer" is for things
you can count.

"Less" is for collective nouns,
like sugar

or bubonic plague.

It's like watching an episode of America's Next Top Nerd.

Where you been?

DoD.

They had some questions
about my new book.

Apparently, it's a little
too close to reality.

Like, classified reality.

You wrote something
too realistic?

And they won't tell me
what it is.

I mean, I got to go
to this meeting at the Pentagon,

and I don't know
what they're bumping on.

I don't know
if it's robot dolphins

or the moon base or what.

Moon base?

What's the book about?
Main character's

a hot new cryptologist.

Delena Fleming.

Hmm, okay. Not at all
based on your wife.

Well, the book itself,
it's-it's more of a statement

about the nature of joy.

Well, can't wait to read.
Yeah?

That would be great, man.
Thank you.

I'm gonna send it to you
right now.

Just flag anything
that might

be classified.
What? I mean,

you're asking me
to make a book report?

That'd be great, man. Thank you.

All right,
labs came back on that vial.

Nothing toxic.

Just some herbal
memory enhancer.

Then where the hell
was the poison?

It was in the fondue.

You're lucky to be alive.

No, I'm not lucky.

Victor was a double-dipper,
and there was no way

that any of us were
going near that s...

Kasie?

The fondue was from Craig.

There was a Craig at game night?

You said there was just four.

No,
he couldn't make it.

He texted that
he was busy with work,

and he was gonna send snacks
in his place.

Well, he sent one
hell of a snack.

How do you even send fondue?

It just doesn't
make sense.

Why would he do it?

Well, we're gonna find him
and ask him.

That's gonna be a problem.

Landlord found him this morning
completely unresponsive.

MPD figured it was
home invasion.

Sure, two of Kasie's friends
end up dead

on the same night
by random coincidence?

That tracks.
Yeah, it'd be like drawing

every monastery
12 games in a row.

You do play Carcassonne?

What happened
to good old Monopoly?

Time of death was before
the get-together at Kasie's

that I wasn't invited to.

Which makes Craig here

our first victim.

The killer must
have strangled him,

then sent the fondue.

As one does.

Craig was
never trying

to poison
his game-night buddies.

No. Someone else is trying
to kill all of them.

I can't believe Craig's dead.

Two down, four to go.

They were trying to kill us all.

That can't be right.
Who'd want to hurt us?

That's what we're
trying to figure out.

We're debriefing Carol again.

We'll do the rest of you
one by one.

Have we figured out who's
gonna get Craig's stuff yet?

Max, this is evidence, not probate.

Forget about the stuff.

We have to figure out
who the killer is.

I bet there's a whole lot
of people

who have it in for you.

And everyone else?

What exactly do you
do at game night?

Are you being serious right now?

It's literally called
"game night."

This guy.

We play D&D sometimes,

uh, Ferrets & Phalanxes,
uh, Yahtzee.

No one is getting killed
because they play Yahtzee.

Is that all?

Sometimes we talk about cases.
Oh, yeah.

Yeah, it's like
a forensic science roundtable.

Actually, Craig had been
bogarting discussion time

with a lot of really
weird questions.

Yeah, obscure aspects
of blood spatter,

membrane permeability.

Yeah. Fluid dynamics.
Mm-hmm.

Saturation thresholds?

What was he was working on?

He wouldn't tell us,

and we couldn't figure it out.

That says something.

I'm sure his old boss
would know.

Oh, you know
who might be able to help?

Professor Davis.

That's our old teacher.

I used to go to her
with difficult cases.

Did you guys hear
she got divorced?

You have such a mommy complex.

Okay, fine.

You reach out to the professor,

I'll talk to Craig's boss.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're not gonna leave
me alone with them,

are you?
You'll be fine.

Just try not to shoot anybody.

Security called.

Craig's boss just checked in
at the gate. KNIGHT: Oh, thank you.

What are you reading?
Anything good?

Uh, McGee's new book.
Torres sent it.

And? Does it have "depth"?

Well, I'm only
a couple pages in.

But so far,
there's a flesh-eating virus

and an Icelandic archer.

Any sign on how they replace
Agent Tibbs?

I could send it to you.

Eh, I'll wait for the paperback.

Actually, who am I kidding?
Okay, yeah, go ahead.

Agent Parker?
Yeah. Fletcher.

This is, uh,
Special Agent Knight.

Ed Fletcher,

Baltimore crime lab.

You know,
you didn't have to drive

all the way down here,
Captain Fletcher.

We could have done this
over the phone. Craig wasn't just

a coworker, he was a friend.

Driving down here

was the least I could do.

Well, thank you.

Sorry for your loss.

I've been working
forensics a long time.

Craig was one of the best.

His case files,
as requested.

Mind if I ask
what you're looking for?

Craig had been asking
his colleagues

about some strange topics
lately.

We think that's what might have got him killed.

There's nothing
too strange

in any of those files,

just run-of-the-mill cases.

Nothing really that would
rise to the level of murder.

Of course, it could be something
not in those files.

Craig definitely seemed like
the type to have a white whale.

A white what?
Whale.

It's the one case
you can never let go.

Don't worry, you'll get there.

I've got, like... ten.

Okay.

White whale.
You got any ideas there?

No.

Craig may have been the type
to have one, but...

he wasn't the type to share.

Look at them.

Time of their lives
and they don't even know it yet.

Intro to Forensics.
This is where we all met.

Hey.

Hi.
Any chance you need a study partner?

Move along, junior.

Oh, Kasie Hines. Ooh, honey.

I am so sorry to hear
about Craig and Victor.

How's everybody doing?

And tell Max it's okay to cry.

Uh, Jessica Knight,
Professor Annabel Davis.

Nice to meet you.

Kasie and her crew are
my all-time favorite students.

I still use them
as examples in my class.

Professor,

we need your help.

Sure.

This makes it seem
like Craig was looking into

some sort of collodion process.

Like, photography?
Well, lithography, to be more specific.

But I'm impressed.

I took photo studio
as an elective.

Thought it was gonna be
an easy A,

but not so much.
Uh, how do you get

lithography from questions
about hemoglobin

and chemical diffusion?

Well, there is a technique,

but nobody teaches it
because nobody uses it anymore.

It uses, uh, like, a
developer that acts a lot

like blood.
Oh, so Craig

wasn't interested
in blood spatter,

he was looking into vintage
photographic techniques.

I don't know.

This feels like a stretch.

Well, you said to trust
the process.

So this is where it leads.

Keep going with that.
Okay, well,

photochemistry uses
some very specific reagents.

If the killer was looking
into a collodion process,

there's only a handful of
chemicals he could have used...

...and they're all hazardous.

Which means we can track them.

Which may lead us to our killer.

Ah, look who's the teacher now.

McGee. Hazmat database.

We need to look
for any shipments

of potassium cyanide.

Attention, customers.

Please ensure all storage units

are securely locked
at all times.

Okay. Thanks.

Thank you for choosing our storage facility.

Just talked to the manager...
Oh!

What?
McGee, how many times am I gonna tell you?

Just don't sneak up on me
like that.

What are you talking about?

You could literally
see me coming...

Oh. Who were you texting?

No one. I was
playing Monopoly Go!

Yeah, and by that,
you mean Knight's sister again?

Manager. What did he say?

Well, not much,
until I told him that we traced

an illegal shipment of potassium
cyanide to one of his units,

and he gave me the key.

Right here. Unit 42.

It was rented to
a William Baden.

Contract was done online.

Must have been that, uh,

white whale
that Craig was after.

Kasie seems
to think so.

Oh, wait. Uh, cyanide.

Aren't we supposed to wear-wear
a mask or something?

Nah. Not anymore.
Got an app for that.

See this thing
right here?

Toxic-gas detector.

You hear "Danger Zone"
by Kenny Loggins, you run.

Wow. You're so cute sometimes.

Oh, we're good.

Good so far.
Good?

Yep, we're good.

I don't know what, uh,

any of this is...

...but it looks shady.

You don't forge a permit

for potassium cyanide
to bake cookies.

Let's see what we have here.

We have a gun.

We got some cash.

And we got an ID.

Wow.

Look familiar?
Is that...?

Yeah, Kasie's friend Craig with a fake ID.

And a lot of cash
for his pay grade.

This is Craig's storage unit.

Why do I get a funny feeling
that Kasie's friend

wasn't investigating a crime...

He was committing one.

McGEE:
So, we originally thought that Craig

was using your
game night buddies

to help solve
an old cold case.

And now you think he was
using us to commit a crime?

All because he has a fake ID?

Didn't all of us have
a fake ID at one point?

No comment.

Yeah, it's, uh,
it's not just the ID.

Went through
a laptop we found.

Turns out he was hacking into
Baltimore PD's evidence logs.

To do what?

Captain Fletcher thinks he
might've been erasing records.

Sorry, Kasie, I'm gonna go with "bad guy."

So, what kind of bad guy things
was he up to?

Well, you processed
the equipment, Kasie.

It's all you.

Look, Kase, I know
he was your friend, but...

whatever he was doing
got him killed.

And the rest of your friends could still be in danger.

There is a reason why

they're all in protective
custody right now.

The, uh...

chemicals,
the photographic equipment,

it looks like Craig was set up
to make printing plates.

Printing plates, as in...

As in the kind
you could use to...

counterfeit something.

Like that cash?

McGEE:
No, the cash is real.

We think he was using it
to buy equipment.

He probably didn't want
to leave a paper trail.

And none of the color dyes
match the specific colors

he would need
to counterfeit cash.

So what was he counterfeiting?
I think I know.

And either I'm right,

or Craig is
the luckiest man alive.

Aside from, you know,
the fact that he's dead.

When I heard that our victim

had a huge Ferrets &
Phalanxes card collection,

I wanted to take a look.

Victoria and I
love that game.

Ferrets and...?
Phalanxes.

It's, uh, um, like
Magic: The Gathering,

but with fewer
trademark issues.

Magic the... what?

They're CCGs.
Collectible card games.

Yeah, you play the game,
you collect the cards.

There's a huge market
for the rare ones.

The more rare the card...
The more it's worth.

Look, how much we
talking about here?

This F&P card alone, it's worth big bucks.

Like mucho big bucks.

How do you know?
It's still sealed.

I X-rayed it.
What? That's cheating.

And that's a limited edition
Mecha Ferret.

Can someone please
give me a dollar value?

Ten thousand.
Each.

Each?
Mm-hmm.

How many does he have?

That's a good question.

Hmm.

Hey, what are you doing?

I'm opening it.

No, no, no, you can't open
another man's cards.

He's dead.

It does not matter, okay?
It is a violation

of every ethical
collector boundary.

Listen, finding out
what kind of card you have

is a very personal thing.

Or... maybe you
don't want to know

what Craig was really up to.

Okay, fine,
but let me do it.

I was his friend.

If he was using
my game night to commit crimes,

I should be
the one to prove it.

It's another Mecha Ferret.

Looks like your friend was counterfeiting these cards.

That means there's over $100,000
worth of playing cards

in just this bundle.

I'll tell the others.

They're not gonna be happy
about this.

Please get that vacuum
cleaner out of the sink!

You're gonna
electrocute yourself.

Oh, relax, I turned
the water off.

I'd be more worried
about him starting a fire.

Please. I'm a professional.

How's it going
with the package foil?

Ooh!

Uh, based on the arcing...

You know, I don't think

that metal is supposed
to go in there.

I should have a rough
material breakdown soon.

Okay, good, because Carol
needs the microwave

to incubate
her cultures.

Uh, Carol? Do you need help
with that next batch?

Because based on the smell,
please say no.

Do not come in here. This is a biohazard.

I may have overdone it
with the solvent

And Kasie is running
out of gelatin.

I had a whole case of gelatin.

And what are you doing with
my Frenzied Ferret card?

You know, comparing
the substrata

of the authentic card
to the fake one.

I told them to stop,
but they threatened

to pin a murder on me.

Mm. And Carol's creating
microbiota samples

from everything Craig
may have touched.

Okay,
all of you literally stop

before I hog-tie you.

I have some news
about Craig.

Oh, we already heard.

Criminal forging.

I totally saw that
coming, by the way.

McGee called, and, um,
I filled them in.

Whoa!
Oh, my God!

Clearly, Craig got in over his
head with the wrong people.

Oh, and they
obviously killed him.

And then tried
to take us out, too,

because we were helping him.

And now we're helping NCIS.

And, um, other than
ruining my shower curtain,

how's it going?

Uh, we're still in
the information-gathering phase?

Yeah. Did any of you think

to check Craig's
online calendar?

Oh.

Cool.
So, I hacked

Craig's password
on the ride over.

Look.

Every event has a name,
except for these five.

Nick, these dates
and times look familiar?

Yep. They all match the log book

of when Craig stopped by
that, uh, storage unit.

Maybe meeting up with a buyer.

That could be our killer.

Oh, look, look, there's another
meeting coming up tonight.

Whoa, look at that.

Looks like a job
for Rick Soares.

Hey, it's been a blast.

I'll give you three guesses
who is not cleaning this up.

So, did they really
threaten to pin a murder on you?

Yeah, I think I caught Max

lifting my prints
off a fridge.

That's where Craig's meet
was supposed to happen.

Uh-huh.
Perfect place to sell

underground
counterfeit collectibles.

You know what?

Now that I think of it,
McGee's new book

actually has a subplot
involving counterfeit Cialis.

Cialis? Like the--

Yeah, yeah.
That one.

Have you read any of it?

Uh, well, I started skimming it.

I-I'm a skimmer.

Well, you need to do
more than skim.

Uh, "Rick Soares" has
some pretty steamy scenes.

It-It's not
what I expected.

It-It reads more
like an erotic thriller

than a spy novel.

Whoa. Our Timothy McGee?

Is that the one
we're talking about? Yeah.

Sounds kind of hot.

I feel kind of weird
now that I said that.

This conversation
never happened.

Here for the game?

Yeah, sorry we're late.

Huh? You're early.

Oh. Then we're sorry
we're early.

Round's almost done.
You can join the next one.

Or if you're
looking to buy,

the "Big Guy"
will be here soon.

Ferret Ambush, three spirit points.

You're gonna pay for that.

I'll take care of him.

I conjure the Legendary
Ferret Commander.

Ten spirit points.

I don't suppose you know how
to play this ferret thing?

That's a lot of cash.

You think our killer's
sitting in there?

You want to bust them
and find out?

I vote we wait
for this "Big Guy."

Sounds kind of promising.

Brave Defender blocks
your Ferret Brigade.

I counter with Sneaky Ferret.

Mecha Ferret.

No way.
That's the card that Craig was counterfeiting.

Where did you get
a Mecha Ferret?

From me.

And I've just come
across another one,

if you're in the market.

Actually, uh, I'm actually
in the market, Captain Fletcher.

The only question I have is,

where did you get
a Mecha Ferret card?

He doesn't look like a runner.

You want to give him
a head start?

Wearing those boots?
Probably about, what,

ten-- ten more seconds?

This could be a down payment on your house.

And that's just what
we found in your trunk.

Your Warlord of
Whiskers here

goes for near
five grand on eBay.

The real ones, at least.

Which this one isn't.

So how long have you and Craig
been forging these cards?

I don't need to talk to you.
McGEE: How'd it work?

He cooked them up,
you unloaded them at that game?

Or at least until you got tired
of the partnership

and took Craig out.

Wait, what?

Then you started
making cards yourself.

Don't play dumb, Fletcher.

We found
counterfeiting equipment

in your basement.

You're trying to railroad me.

You tried to kill
our forensic scientist.

Taking Craig out
wasn't enough. No--

McGEE:
And you were worried your buddies

would talk at game night.

You are way off base here!

So you tried to kill them, too.

You don't have a single shred
of hard evidence

tying me to those murders.

McGEE:
We have motive.

And we know that you were
working with Craig.

I wasn't working
with Craig, okay?!

He was investigating me.

At least,
I'm pretty sure he was.

All right, go on.

Look...

I got a gaming habit, okay?

I've been struggling.

Skip ahead 30 seconds.

Yes, I was making cards.

Craig started
getting suspicious,

I'm not sure how.

Skip ahead another ten seconds.

All that stuff you found
in that storage unit.

I-I'm guessing
Craig went undercover

to try and replicate
my process on the DL.

He was a good kid.

He wouldn't come at me until
he had his facts straight.

And those are...?

I was counterfeiting.

But I didn't kill Craig.

And I sure as hell didn't try
to kill your forensic scientist,

or poison any fondue.

Okay, and we're just
supposed to believe you? No.

Believe the flight logs.

I was on a red-eye
from Albuquerque

when all this
was going down.

You got the wrong guy.

Which means the right guy is
still out there.

And whatever they're up to,

it's got nothing to do
with my cards.

Captain Fletcher was
telling the truth.

He was waiting for a connecting
flight in Albuquerque

when the killer
fondue showed up.

On his way back
from a gamer convention.

Which means he's not our killer.

And this case has nothing to do
with trading cards.

Back to square one.
Again.

Maybe we're not.

Well, we'll take it.
What do you got? KASIE: Knowledge,

which, you may know, is power.

What's the one thing
that we know for sure?

That I clearly underestimated

the pop culture value
of ferrets.

Understandable. But guess again.
And go back to the beginning.

Someone tried to kill
everyone at your game night.

Bingo. But the question is why?

What do we all have
in common?

At first, we thought
it might have something to do

with one of the cases
that we discussed at game night.

We went through those.
There's nothing there. KASIE: No.

Because that's not the only
thing that we have in common.

And it has been
under our noses

the entire time.

Intro to Forensics.
Right.

Professor Davis's class.

She wasn't just
our professor,

she was our mentor.

But before that,

she was the head of forensics

for the Maryland
State Police Department.

Now, I pulled her old case files

to see if anything
had changed recently.

And sure enough,
a convicted gang member

that she testified against was
recently paroled.

Look familiar?
That guy tried hitting on me.

At least, I thought he did.

Your professor put this guy away

and now he's taking her class?

Uh, something tells me
he wasn't there to learn.

Where's Davis now?
Torres is trying to get ahold of her.

She's got a Forensic Toxicology
class in 20 minutes.

Hello?

She just cancelled
all her classes.

Or someone cancelled
them for her.

No, Chancellor Johnson.

I did not cancel my classes.

I'm fine.

Well...
Maybe it's a server glitch.

I'll have the dean's office
look into it.

Well, I'm here,
if you can figure it out.

Ah. And there's at least
one student here.

Okay.

Well, looks like you're
getting a private lesson.

No.

You're the one
who's going to get a lesson.

Collin, what's going on here?

And even now,

you still don't
recognize me?

My name is Jesse Winston.

Yeah.

Now you remember.

NCIS!

Drop your weapon!
Jesse...

We don't want to shoot you.

Whatever happened
before is over.

What happened before is
she ruined my life!

You sent me to prison
for something I didn't do!

It wasn't my job
to decide your guilt,

it was just to state the facts.

I didn't rob that liquor store,

so none of your "facts"
could say I did!

And while I was in prison,
I lost a brother

and nephew to the street

because I wasn't there
to protect them!

Last
warning. Drop it!

You killed Craig and Victor.

You tried to kill them all.

You took away everyone
I ever cared about.

And I wanted you to know
how it feels.

Now it's your turn
to lose everything.

You all right?

No.
Are you hit?

No.

Then we split up. Knight
and I went to her house,

Torres and Parker got to
the school just in time.

But she's okay?

She's pretty rattled,
but she's okay.

Yeah, Knight should be done
taking her statement.

I got to head
to the Pentagon.

More book stuff.

If there really is classified
information in there,

I'm worried they're gonna try
and pull the whole thing.

Whew. Well, I think
it's safe to say

the parole board made
a big mistake with this one.

Could have been a lot worse.

Yeah, I could be dead.
Max!

What?
* Let it go *

* That's just
how he masks his pain *

* What he meant to say was... *

I'm just glad you're okay.

Oh. Thank you.

Oh, my gosh.

First of all, it's because
of all of you guys.

But especially you, Kasie.

I-I just can't tell you
how proud I am of you.

Once a teacher's pet,
always a teacher's pet.

Well, um, speaking of teachers,
can I show you something?

Sure.

Okay.

Well, let us go check out
the vending machine.

Uh, they have cookies.

Ooh, what am I, nine?

What kind of cookies
we talking about?

Edible ones.
And we're walking.

-Walking, walking.
-Which way is it?

Mm-hmm.

I know that look
in your eye, Kasie.

You're onto something good, huh?

Come see.

You really couldn't tell me this
in the conference room?

Mm, thought it was
better if I show you.

You know, something
was bugging me.

It just seemed so weird to me
that Jesse Winston would hold

more of a grudge against
you than the prosecutor,

so I pulled his file.

Well, I was the sole
expert witness

and my testimony did
get him convicted.

Yeah, right. You, uh, testified

that fibers
from a shirt he owned

matched fibers at the scene.

Mm, same color,

same weave pattern.

It was an exact match.

Where are you going with this?

There's a lot of settled debris

on these fibers.

Your point?

You know my point.

You're literally the person
who taught me my point.

The settled debris indicates
these fibers laid exposed

for six to eight hours
before they were collected.

Winston was in
that liquor store,

but he was long gone
before that robbery.

Timeframe is a judgment call,
and I made a judgment.

Do not insult me.

You falsified
evidence.

For a conviction.

That guy had been
arrested a dozen times.

Assault with a deadly weapon,
drunk driving...

And every time,
he managed to get off.

This was your chance
to take him down? No!

This was society's chance
to get him off the streets!

That was not your call to make.

The problem is,
I'm pretty sure he had robbed

that liquor store before.

And it was just a matter of time
before he did it again.

Or killed someone.
And that's been proven.

Hasn't it?

He was not a killer
before you sent him away.

So, what are you going to do?
Do I have a choice?

When you introduced me to Ducky,
what'd you tell him?

Kasie--
No, you said

I was one of the good ones

and that meant something to me.

It meant a lot to me.
If you go public with this,

every case
that I have ever worked on

will have grounds for an appeal.

Do our laws matter or not?

Think about
what you're doing.

Do you realize how many
of these cases you'd be putting

back on the courts?
No. Not me.

You.

The rules apply
to everyone.

And you cheated.

Fine. Let's get this over with.

Read me my rights.

Whoa, whoa,
McGee, you dirty birdy.

Oh, hey, Kase.

Uh, your friends just left.
They, uh, wanted to ask you

if you wanted to do
game night tonight.

Uh, no.

After I talk to the director,
I just want to be alone.

Something wrong?

You've got to be
freaking kidding me.

Well.

I clearly need to start hanging
out with classier people.

Then it's a good
thing we're here.

We heard
what happened,

so we thought we would bring
a game night of our own.

Um, okay. So when I told Torres
that I wanted to be alone...

Yeah, he didn't listen.

Oh, uh, you got pizzas?

I got hamburgers.

Then why the hell did
I bring Chinese?

Hey, guys...
Really. I appreciate it, but--

McGEE: Oh. Hey.
PARKER: Oh, McGee.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.
I got stuck at the Pentagon.

Ooh, how much trouble are you in?

McGEE:
Actually, none.

There are no security
concerns after all.

It was a big game
of telephone,

things got blown
out of proportion.

Turns out SecDef is a fan.

Just wanted to meet me
and get a signed copy of the--

Hey! Hi. Hello.

How's it going? How are you?
Thank you for coming.

Hi. Um...

Guys, I appreciate what
you're trying to do here...

...but if you're here
to play the game

Help Kasie Clean
Her Apartment...

Sure.
No.

Oh, I got no issues with that.
Sure.

Yeah? Oh.

No, I'm cool.

You got a lot of hands
here, too, so...

All righty.

What is that?
So he's a fan, huh?

'Cause I thought you were gonna
get in trouble

for that scene
in the cryptologist's lab.

Ooh.

Had to take a shower
after that one.

How do you know about the...

Well, I might have passed
around a copy or two.

Please don't be mad.

McGEE: So, what did
you guys think?

Seriously,
what'd you think?

Steamy. Ooh.
It's hot.

Ooh,
yeah, I-I think

that, uh, Delena Fleming,
mm, she's a very lucky girl.

So is Kasie Hines.

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