Victory!
I got to stop.
Great idea!
(Groans) Oh, I'm sorry. Did we get you?
Gee, you think?
Oh, here. Here you go.
Hey!
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Here, touch me... You'll make it even.
No, thank you.
I... that didn't come out right.
(Groans with disgust)
Woman: What a jerk!
All right, all right! Let go! Man, sober up.
Dude, you okay?
I'll drop you off back at base, man.
No, no, no, I'm just going to walk.
Shake the stink off.
Child-like voice: Play with me.
Please... play with me.
Play with me.
Please...
Play with me.
Please... play with me.
Play with me.
Please... play with me.
Sync by honeybunny www.addic7ed.com
Ziva (Laughing): Yes, they came in this morning.
In fact, I'm wearing them right now.
Oh, yes.
They feel really, really good when I move.
(Laughs) I have to get to work.
Yeah, I'm going to have to call you back.
Yeah, I, uh...
I miss you too, Ray.
Yeah. (Chuckles) Okay, bye.
I do. And I do not care who knows.
Well, sounds like you're getting pretty serious.
I am happy. Ray is happy.
We are meeting in New York, next weekend.
He's taking me to the opera.
The opera? Wow.
Does his boyfriend know about you?
(Ziva laughs)
No, but his mom does.
You've met the 'rents?
When are we going to get to meet him?
All in good time, McGee.
And how is your... special new someone?
I don't have a special anything.
And it's none of your business.
Huh! Well, someone's keeping secrets.
That's pretty classic,
coming from the woman who's kept her...
"Boyfriend" hidden from us for months.
I'm not hiding anything.
Ray knows all about you.
Again, why haven't we met him?
Because Ray knows all about you.
I'm not the one you should be worried about, right?
I've seen men of steel melt from a mere glance
from Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
That flinty, steel-eyed stare
that makes those men turn into sniveling little girls.
(Silly high-pitched voice): Ooh! It's just...
Morning, boss.
Grab your gear.
Got a dead naval officer in Virginia.
Gibbs: Hey, Duck.
Think we could get a better look at this?
Ducky: He's wrapped up tighter than a Thanksgiving turkey.
His ankles are bound. That's odd.
Well, we'll move as fast as we can.
Tony: Might want to move a little faster.
Looks like the locals want to get back to work.
Well, they probably didn't expect him
to be part of their spring crop.
Although human remains would make a...
Excellent fertilizer.
Oh, that is stinky.
Ooh, yeah. Just a little.
Jimmy: Yeah, throat's cut.
Ducky: And a deep cut at that.
Had a pet gerbil when I was a kid.
I, uh, buried him
in my mother's vegetable garden after he died.
And that year, her plum tomatoes were better than ever.
I used to think of him every time I bit into one, and...
'Cause he-he was talking about the, uh, fertilizer...
So, uh... you're right. I'm sorry, sorry.
Skin is dehydrated.
Decomposition has set in.
How long ago? Uh, my guess...
Four to five days.
He's extremely clean.
There's no defensive wounds.
No obvious signs of a struggle.
No blood pooling.
I'd say he was killed somewhere else
and left here.
Gibbs, the farm's owner says
he has only seen his employees
around this area the past week.
Tony: Hmm. That's about half a mile from the road.
No street lamps.
Easy to come and go without being seen.
Police report someone found a wallet and a watch
in a dumpster near town.
No one claimed it. Gibbs: You get an I.D.?
Uh, it was empty except for about 50 bucks.
Tony: Whoever killed the captain wasn't after his cash.
(Electronic trilling)
Uh, this is not a captain.
(Beeping)
Seaman Derek Balfour.
Whoever killed him could have played dress-up.
Something is in his lapel here, doctor.
Ducky: It's a metro card.
Based on the date stamp,
purchased after his time of death.
Jethro, take a look at this.
This young man's gaze has been altered, postmortem.
Yeah, someone physically adjusted his eyeballs.
Combine where they're looking now,
with the metro card and, uh...
What is he looking toward?
Tony: D.C.
It's a message.
Tony: Seaman Derek Balfour, 22.
Enlisted three years ago, stationed at Norfolk.
Scheduled to ship out next week for a second tour
to the Middle East. Service record?
C.O. says he's likeable, but a bit of a loose cannon.
Not captain material, boss.
He was dedicated, though.
"Seaman Balfour lacks the skills necessary for promotion,
"yet has great devotion to the Navy.
He works harder than anyone else."
And played even harder.
Written up for a drunk-and-disorderly,
six months ago... mandatory alcohol counseling.
McGee: Passed with flying colors.
Not a blemish on his record since.
Did he have a family? Tony: Mom's in Rhode Island.
They've been estranged for years.
Dad was never in the picture. No siblings.
Left home when he was 15;
thank you. Supported himself with odd jobs
until he joined the Navy. A friend of seaman Balfour's says
they were at a D.C. club together last Thursday night.
They had several beers,
and left separately around 1:00 A.M.
Okay, phone records, e-mails, financials. McGee: On it.
I thought you were in Miami. I lied.
I was in the parking lot.
Ziva: You have been very creepy today.
"Sneaky." (Chuckles)
And yes, I have.
But for a very good cause.
Introductions, Ziva?
Um, uh, right.
Of course. Uh, Ray Cruz...
This is everyone.
Special agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
Pleasure, sir.
Agent Timothy McGee.
Hi. Ray: How are you?
Tony DiNozzo.
Special agent Anthony DiNozzo. It's a pleasure.
Special agent. Heard good things.
Yeah. Likewise.
Friend of Ziva's is a friend of ours.
Of course, the last time she had an out-of-town visitor,
our director ended up in the hospital.
(Chuckles) Well, I come in peace.
Promise.
And despite the injuries your director sustained,
the agency thinks that
you navigated that situation very well.
You CIA?
Just celebrated my 13th year, sir. Tony: That's funny.
Ziva failed to mention your line of work.
Well, that's what I do. It's-it's not who I am.
That's a very zen, new-agey kind of attitude
for someone who installs puppet regimes for a living.
Okay. Uh, Gibbs, can I give Ray a tour?
Yeah, sure. Don't lose him.
It's been a pleasure meeting all of you.
Huh. So it's not "Renaissance Ray."
It's "CIA Ray."
He's "CI-Ray."
You really should get that checked out.
It's like a bad tick or something.
There's something about this guy, boss.
His smile is disturbing.
Haven't seen a smile like that
since Christian Bale's barely audible Batman
in The Dark Knight. DiNozzo.
Right. Back to work.
(Imitating Christian Bale): "It's what I do, not who I am."
What's...?
It's just so weird.
So many naval decorations for the "low man on the totem pole."
Sorry. No offense.
Actually, Mr. Palmer, if seaman Balfour
had been "totemized," as it were,
he would have been much closer to the top.
I don't follow.
Native Americans designed their poles so that
the lower you were on it, the higher they held you in esteem.
Calling someone "low man on the totem pole"
is, in fact, a compliment.
So all these years,
Gibbs has been complimenting me.
Oh, I wouldn't go that far, Palmer.
How far are you getting, Duck?
As far as the evidence will allow... not very.
However, seaman Balfour, here,
died from loss of blood from a severed carotid artery.
A six-centimeter-deep cut.
They knew what they were doing.
And they knew not to leave anything behind.
The body was thoroughly cleansed.
I mean, I've been over it twice, Jethro.
There's nothing... no trace of blood,
no fingerprints, no strand of hair.
Additionally... Oh, the fingernails
on both hands were just cut.
Ducky: Well, manicured is more like it.
And the skin is abraded in places
where the person scrubbed so hard.
Meticulous.
Not to mention well-trained.
Oh, we did find traces of a rare, high-grade cleanser.
Abby is running tests.
Medical background? Perhaps.
But I wouldn't rule out someone from law enforcement, either.
Someone who knows the value of a clean corpse.
Ducky: Ah! Greetings, director.
What brings you to the nether regions of our building?
Palmer: I am so sorry.
I had no idea that that was your parking spot.
I swear.
At ease, Palmer.
I'm just here to check on the case. Heard there were
some unusual characteristics about it.
Still putting it together.
I'm not here to disrupt that;
just to get an update.
Is that a problem?
No.
Just don't see you down here much.
Things change.
Dr. Mallard, tell me what you know so far.
Right. Let me call you back.
Ah, agent...
Sorry... special agent DiNozzo.
C.I. Ray. (Phone beeps)
Need to get that?
It can wait.
Just wrapping up an old case.
Anything interesting?
Can't talk about it.
C.I. Ray business? Yep.
So, uh...
How long you in town?
As long as Ziva will have me for.
Yeah, she's a tough nut to crack.
But, you know, once you navigate past that Mossad-influenced exterior
and her inability to grasp
cultural references, she's great.
I'm in love with her.
That's why I'm here.
To tell her?
When are you going to do that?
I don't know. Tonight, tomorrow...
Soon.
You know, it feels good to finally get it out.
I'll bet.
You know, I want Ziva's friends to become my friends.
She's told me how close the two of you are. (Chuckles)
I wouldn't say that. Well, she says you're like a brother to her.
(Phone chirps)
Meeting.
Do me a favor...
Don't say anything to Ziva.
Hmm.
Hey, I gotta go.
Where are you off to?
I have to see an old associate,
but it shouldn't take too long, okay? Mm-hmm.
Somebody sure left in a hurry.
He has work to do.
Yeah, so do we. Tell me what we got.
Navy server showed nothing unusual
in seaman Balfour's e-mails.
But I did find this.
Bank shows several charges on his debit card over the past four days.
Various stores, various amounts.
Tony: Dead guy on a shopping spree.
Surveillance video?
Abby's still analyzing.
But so far, we've got
no clear shot of the person taking Balfour's identity.
Seaman Balfour's apartment manager
says that someone has been staying
in his apartment since last Friday.
Day after he was murdered. You got a description?
White male, unknown age.
Is he there now?
Manager saw him go into the unit this morning,
but never come out.
DiNozzo, come on, let's go.
It's 203.
If you need, I got the key.
NCIS. Open up.
Clear, boss.
Tidy. Not a thing out of place.
Except for this.
Tony: That is one empty refrigerator.
What the hell is that?
Woman: He likes leaving things behind.
What? You just happened to be in the neighborhood,
special agent Barrett?
Flower, huh?
That's a new one.
I'm going to take a look around,
see what else I can find.
See what you can find?
I've been tracking the killer the past nine months.
Three dead Navy men in three different ports.
What's your connection?
Case started in Rota, Spain.
(Trilling the r): Rota.
Never been there. Hear it's nice.
Seaman Balfour's murder fits the pattern,
right down to the funny little ice cubes.
My killer, my case.
What I was thinking is we...
I'll have to call you back.
I take it agent Barrett got settled in.
Yeah, for the second time.
You could have told me, director.
It was need-to-know.
You didn't, so what's the problem?
You kept me in the dark... On purpose?
It just landed on our soil, Gibbs.
I'm telling you now.
Called the "port-to-port killer."
Victims are all Navy enlisted.
Bodies found near bases
in Sasebo, Guam, Rota.
M.O.'s the same every time: Throats cut,
redressed, thoroughly cleaned and wrapped in plastic.
No physical evidence left behind.
But he does always leave some kind of object. That's a signature.
Maybe.
Bread crumbs.
Left this near the last body in Guam.
Gibbs: A peanut? Boiled.
Grown in Southeastern Virginia.
Suggests that the killer may be on his way to the States.
Agent Barrett was brought in last month
in anticipation of that move.
Unfortunately, we were right.
Balfour was the latest victim.
But he won't be the last.
The Secnav wants the port-to-port killer
found and locked up fast.
I suggest you get past your issues
with E.J. running the lead on this
and find him.
You're quiet.
I'm pensive.
If this is some kind of game, I'm not playing.
No game.
Oh, I get it.
You don't like it when I play boss lady.
Would have been nice to know
you'd be showing up out of the blue like this.
You just saw me last night.
Yes, in my apartment,
wearing my Elvis Costello t-shirt
which was extremely gratifying,
but I didn't expect you at my crime scene...
sifting through my evidence.
Technically, it was my crime scene and my evidence.
Well, technically, you could have mentioned it.
It wasn't something I could share.
Maybe it was something you didn't want to share.
That thing is pissing me off.
(Barrett growls)
Just move this...
And... (Grunting)
What?
The skylight and the computer screen...
A way to avoid awkward moments.
Intriguing.
"A riddle wrapped in a mystery
wrapped in an enigma."
Joe Pesci, Oliver Stone's JFK... Nice.
Winston Churchill, Russia, 1939.
Smarty-pants.
I don't think this is going to work out.
Not with us on the same case. We should stop.
Okay.
Okay. Best we end it.
Or not.
Dinner my place?
I'll bring wine.
Got anything, Abbs?
It's just that our crazed lunatic killer
also happens to be a plant lover.
After comparing the flower that was found
in seaman Balfour's apartment to dozens of species
that are indigenous to North America,
I got a match.
Behold the pogonia ophioglossoides.
Also known as the 'snake-mouth orchid.
It's a rare species, Gibbs...
So rare it's been put on the endangered list in several states.
Yeah, so?
So, if p2p...
port-to-port killer... I made that up myself...
if p2p wants to grow one,
he would have to do it himself, or find someone who could.
He knows his plants.
Oh, that's not all he knows.
Seaman Balfour's wounds
were clean... there were no ragged edges.
The angle and the bevel of the cut run in a straight line,
so our weapon is...
Surgical. Yep.
Yep, and it's a perfect match to this.
I also matched the cleanser that was found on the body.
It's an iodine-based scrub called xeonphine.
It's made in Canada, and it's only sold to hospitals.
So... we're looking for someone in the medical field?
What, a doctor maybe? Yeah, or a, a...
A surgeon or a nurse maybe.
Abbs, do you need a doctor?
No, it's just...
Change, Gibbs.
Change makes me itch.
It always has.
It's-it's agent Barrett.
I'm not a fan.
I mean, of change.
Her... I don't mind.
She's feisty for someone so small.
Um, and I like that. Not that I like her,
because I don't really... Abby.
Not like I like you. Abbs.
I just... I like our family just the way it is.
Nothing's going to change.
I do not trust her.
And I know that Gibbs does not trust her.
But she will be here running lead until we solve this case.
I mean throwing in someone new...
It's never a good idea.
Never.
I'm sorry.
I'm rambling.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, so enough about my day.
How was the meeting with your associate?
Can we talk about something other than work?
Just... just for a while?
A very little while?
There's something
that I want to tell you. Okay.
I... (Phone chimes)
Ignore it. Wait.
Okay.
I'm sorry. That was...
That was McGee.
Hmm. He had a question.
Mm-hmm.
What did you need to tell me?
Nothing.
It can wait.
Barrett: The port-to-port killer
is a highly egotistical individual.
He's lethal and determined and...
You're all welcome to join me.
I'm not really into yelling from way over here.
Yeah, we can hear you fine.
Keep going.
Suspect is a white male anywhere from 25 to 55,
never married, no children.
Born into money, he is charming, charismatic and very entitled.
Are you sure we're not looking for Tony?
He's killed in Japan, Guam, Spain and now the U.S.
No connection between any of his victims
besides the fact that they're all Navy or former Navy.
He is well-traveled, multilingual,
adapts to other cultures easily.
And as you know, his M.O. suggests
he has medical training of some kind.
Doesn't tell us why he gives them a promotion
before he dumps them.
Or why he leaves things behind.
The flower from Balfour's apartment told us nothing.
Could indicate where he's going next.
I think he's still here.
And he's not leaving anytime soon.
Is that a hunch, special agent Barrett?
We're talking about a pathological individual!
He's smart, incredibly high-achieving...
Oh, I doubt it.
I think that these murders are his biggest achievement.
That a hunch, agent Gibbs?
(Chuckles)
Boss, I got something here you should see.
Excuse me.
McGee: It's from seaman Balfour's personal e-mail cache;
most recent was the morning of his death.
Tony: "You're crazy if you think
"you're getting away with this, Balfour.
I'll kill you before that happens."
You got a name, McGee?
Yep. 24-year-old Bryce Leitner,
heir to the Leitner Timber fortune.
Dropped out of med school two years ago,
been traveling the world ever since.
And he has visited Japan, Guam and Spain in the past year.
Do you have a location?
Last known local address is a condo in Georgetown.
We can be done in ten minutes, or here all day.
It's up to you.
I'm not saying anything.
Let's talk about Sasebo, Japan.
Why were you there?
Starting without me, special agent Barrett?
We're just getting settled in.
(Papers slap on desk)
(Quietly): You're in my chair.
We need to know why you traveled
so much the last year, Mr. Leitner.
You've been in D.C. two weeks?
Yeah.
And before you arrived here, you were in
Europe and Southeast Asia.
We have e-mails you sent
threatening seaman Balfour's life.
Yeah? So? I hated the guy.
"Next time I see you, I'll take your head off."
(Chuckles) It's a figure of speech.
Really? Yeah.
I find that funny.
That's almost what the killer did.
You were in Japan, Guam, Spain...
Where were you a week ago?
Let him answer my question, agent Gibbs.
Why the threats to Balfour?
Because that loser made a move on my girl.
Can you believe that?
Low-class piece of...
And just to spite me,
she actually goes out with the jerk.
So I get screwed twice.
Tell me, Bryce,
what's it like to have it all?
The looks, the money,
world travel...
The women?
Excuse us.
(Smug laugh)
There are standards in there.
Rules.
I can interrogate him however I want.
Different strokes, Gibbs.
You weren't getting anywhere with him
and he's my suspect.
That's my room. Vance put me in charge.
Vance isn't here.
I'm trying to establish that he was
in all four cities at the same time of the murders.
Focus on Balfour.
That's our body, that's our evidence,
that's our case!
This is a multiple murder case!
Start by pinning one murder on him,
and then connect the others. That's how it's done.
Maybe that's the old-school way.
It's my way.
I'm calling Vance.
I'll be talking to Leitner.
Are you questioning whether I know
what I'm doing, agent Gibbs?
No, ma'am.
I'm questioning the way you do it.
(Phone ringing)
Yeah, it's Gibbs.
Yeah, Abbs, I'll be right there.
Where are you going?
Wherever you are.
Did you guys have a fight?
Yes. No.
Excuse me.
Abbs, what do you got?
Okay, so I ran Bryce Leitner's name through every
intelligence and law enforcement database...
AFIS, interpol, DIA, CIA. Point, Abby?
Wow. Abbs, come on.
Okay, so Leitner's in the system because
of a DUI charge in Virginia last year.
Okay. And?
And he gave blood.
What does that have to do with it?
Only everything.
That, my fearless leader, is
the Spanish fishing village of Rosa Verde.
There was a viral outbreak there last July.
About a thousand people were infected.
Leitner's blood had traces of the pertussis virus.
Exactly. Which means...
He was in Spain at the same time as the Rota murder.
And he was here in D.C. on the date that Balfour was killed.
Looks like my suspect is panning out, agent Gibbs.
(Phone rings)
Barrett.
Do you want to talk about it?
I'm telling you, you mess with the great white,
you're gonna get eaten.
I'm not afraid of him.
That's your first mistake.
Look, there's a pretty good chance
I just caught the port-to-port killer.
Besides, Gibbs isn't
exactly in Vance's good graces these days.
There's your second mistake.
I get the feeling they're not on the best of terms,
and Vance outranks him.
(Chuckles) Okay...
I've seen a few directors come and go.
There's only been one Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
Do the math.
Yeah, and there's only one Anthony DiNozzo.
Actually, there are two.
You know, this case may take me more
than a few weeks for me to wrap up.
And?
And I'm just saying, I could get used to this.
I like the city life and these offices,
despite that ridiculous skylight.
Well, you get used to that.
Well, then maybe your coworkers could get used
to the idea of me being here on a more...
Permanent basis.
I look at you and how
you've made this place work for yourself.
And it's your home.
It's all about the people around you.
Yeah.
I'm starting to get that.
Agent David, C.I. Ray.
Stop calling him that.
It's okay.
I kinda like it.
(Ziva chuckles)
Agent Cruz.
Wait... uh, do you two know each other?
Well, yeah. Didn't he tell you?
Tell me what?
Ray's our CIA liaison with NCIS on
the port-to-port killer case.
He has been from the start.
Look, I...
No.
Ziva: Okay, well, you lied to me, Ray.
I mean, what does the CIA call it?
Do the call it "disinformation"? A cover story?
I was protecting you, okay?
I do not need protection!
It was need-to-know information.
I was not allowed to tell you, period.
Did you sleep with agent Barrett?
No, no. And if I did,
I would have told you about it.
I didn't come here for this case, Ziva.
I came here for you.
Oh, just stop it! Stop it!
Was any of it real? Yes.
Were you just planning on using me
to get information, just in case
things with Barrett didn't pan out?
I mean, was that it?!
I mean, am I part of this back-up plan?
No, you're overreacting.
Oh, my gosh! You want to see me overreact, Ray?
Why don't you tell me another lie?
Why don't you tell me the sky is yellow?
Why don't you tell me that water is not wet
or that sand is not dry?
Why don't you tell me that you love me?
I love you.
I love you, Ziva.
I don't believe you.
What about our time in Miami, huh?
The trips?
What about the romantic dinners?
I mean, was...
Was that all part of your plan?
Mm-mm. It was real.
It is real.
We are real.
I wish I could believe you.
You have the wrong guy.
Leitner... he's not the port-to-port killer.
He's a mule for the Syrian government.
We've been watching his every move for the last 16 months,
and there's no way he could have killed any of them.
You didn't hear this from me.
Gibbs, I got to talk to you.
I need to tell you something.
I cannot tell you
how I know this, and you cannot ask.
All right. Tell me what?
Bryce Leitner is not the port-to-port killer.
How sure are you?
Very.
Okay.
Turns out our chief suspect isn't the port-to-port killer.
How can you be so sure?
Reliable source.
How reliable?
Very.
Well, what's that supposed to mean?
It means Leitner has
alibis for all three international murders.
Still leaves our local body.
McGee, Balfour: Crime scene photos. Put'em up.
Barrett: Look, I've been on this case
for nine months.
I've studied every piece of evidence; I've studied
these photos a hundred times in the last 24 hours.
Yeah, well, we're going to study them again.
Go close-up on his decorations.
What?
Service warfare pin.
Four Navy Air medals.
Distinguished Flying Cross.
There's no way a black shoe
could have a Distinguished Flying Cross
and four air medals.
Boss, this guy should have pilot wings.
So the killer made a mistake
when re-dressing the victim?
Has he ever made a mistake before?
Never.
The guy's meticulous.
This is a message. He wanted us to see these.
McGee, put up a map of the murders.
All port cities.
I've already been over this. Airports?
And I've already checked the flight manifests
for all passengers... Not interested in passengers. Hubs.
Hubs? Hubs.
Ziva. McGee.
MTAC, now.
Stay.
Told you not to play with the great white.
McGee: Homeland just had FAA transfer all
encrypted flight watch data. Do it.
Airlines servicing all four cities
where the port-to-port killer struck.
McGee: Well, there's four airlines
that service Sasebo and Guam,
but not Rota.
There's only one that
services all three cities and D.C....
Espree Airlines.
They go to all four international hubs,
as well as Reagan and Dulles.
Cities are transfer points.
Meaning stopover points for pilots, flight crew,
stewards and maintenance workers.
Checking the employee records for Espree Airlines.
All right.
Now these are the names of the various flight personnel
who had stopovers in the cities
where the port-to-port murders occurred.
How many served in the U.S. Navy?
Six. How many were in all four cities
at the times of all four murders?
One.
Nathan Finney, U.S. Navy, retired.
Put him up.
F-18 jockey, top of his
Top Gun class in San Diego.
Served in Gulf wars one and two.
That explains the decorations.
80 bombing sorties in downtown Baghdad.
Our killer's a war hero?
Give me an address.
Just outside Alexandria.
Clear!
Clear.
Nothing here, boss.
Out here!
Nathan Finney, with a bad case of freezer burn.
Jimmy: Whew. Heat wave in autopsy.
I guess there really is global warming.
(Ducky groans)
Yeah, autopsy is indeed topsy-turvy today, Mr. Palmer.
Nice alliteration doctor.
What do we got?
Based on the depth,
angle of penetration, and the keenness of the blade, I'd say
it was... Same scalpel as the murders.
Yes. Carotid artery and windpipe severed
with great precision.
You have a time of death?
I'd say he's been dead and frozen
for at least six weeks.
Vance: So you've got
one more dead body,
but no port-to-port killer, is that right?
We're confident we're closing in.
Good, because Secnav tasked me
to solve this case. So, I'm to tell him what?
We got a bouquet of flowers,
some more ice, and no suspects.
Leon. I put both of you
on this case to double the chances
of catching this lunatic.
Now I'm wondering if I didn't double his chances of escaping.
Look, I don't care how you do it...
together, apart,
mean, nice...
just get it done.
So I guess we're still partners.
See you in the morning, special agent Barrett.
You sleeping with DiNozzo?
(Laughs)
It's not against NCIS policy to date co-workers.
It's against my policy.
This team operates on respect.
You don't respect me...
No. I don't trust you.
Really? Really.
Except to work the case,
leave my team alone.
We clear?
(Bluesy ballad playing quietly)
Hey.
Shouldn't drink alone; It's too depressing.
It's a club soda, and I'm not depressed. Well...
I wouldn't blame you. It's been a rough day.
Maybe for you. I'm fine.
If you were fine, you wouldn't be here.
Okay, then. Let's go.
I would like a drink.
And it is depressing to drink alone.
Barkeep!
Anything old and gold.
I might be getting a cold.
Sorry. Scotch on the rocks.
Thank you.
Barkeep: Comin' up!
He's CIA.
They have a sworn duty to protect what they know.
Same as we do.
He was just doing his job.
He lied to me, Tony.
Yeah. Because...
He cares about you.
Does not matter, because it's over.
Scotch, sir.
What about you and EJ?
What about us?
What are you going to do when Gibbs finds out?
I understand this one, Ziva. I understand her.
That's why it's working.
This is for you.
I didn't order that.
Guy in the booth did.
I wonder who?
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