I am in love.
Dude! That's the mailman.
Mailwoman.
All woman.
Are you going to shoot something or just keep staring?
- Come on, dude. Hurry up! - Hold up.
I'm coming!
That's 95 pitches so far for Dryer...
- You seeing this? - My shot.
Okay.
Come on.
He steps in.
Dryer...
He makes the sign. There's the windup...
and the pitch...
And there it is! A shot up the middle!
Singleterry puts one in the gap to left center field!
One run's gonna score! Two runs are gonna score!
Singleterry flies in head first... and he is safe!
I was proud to call Special Agent Decker my friend.
Even after his retirement,
I knew that he was never more than a phone call away.
My heart goes out to his family
and his beloved girlfriend Sasha.
I know that William loved her very much.
- I'm sure he did. - We're at funeral, and she's 22.
- Yeah. - Is that why we're here?
So you can google the girls?
"Ogle." And no, we're here to accompany the director.
I, for one, am glad she's back from vacation.
Decker died of a heart attack, not in the line of duty.
I hardly think her presence is necessary.
NCIS Code of Conduct,
Paragraph One, Sub-section B.
"Any interstate travel made by the NCIS director,
must be accompanied by..."
You're making this up.
Yes. But...
she always is accompanied by two senior agents for security purposes.
And if it's not a rule, it really should be.
Sorry. What was that name again?
Mr. Oshimaida.
First name?
There are more than one?
No, sir, in fact, there's nobody here by that name.
Check again.
Sorry, sir. I've checked the registry twice. There is no Mr. Oshimaida.
But if you'd like to leave your name, perhaps, I can...
Director, are you ready to go?
No, actually, I'm not.
No rush. You know, we'll just hang out.
No need to wait for me. In fact,
we are not due to fly out until tomorrow.
- So why don't the two of you... - Yes, sure.
... take the rest of the trip off.
Right, sure.
So you want us to call you a taxi, or...?
You want the car. Of course.
'Cause, we'll-we'll figure something out.
Thanks. All right, drive safe.
That L.A. traffic's a little weird.
L.A. baby!
Sorry, Ziva. I'm going to have to cut you loose.
Hey! Wait up!
- Good morning. - McGee.
Timothy.
Haircut, McGee?
No.
I believe it was a suggestion, not an observation.
Is something going on downstairs?
Is something wrong, McGee?
- Yeah, what are you guys... - Doing upstairs?
Random bug sweep.
Off-limits to all non-security personnel.
Didn't Jethro tell you?
Or perhaps his cranium trauma is acting...
He's behind me, isn't he?
Good morning, Jethro!
- Doc. - Gibbs.
Got something for me?
Just arrived from Major Fornell.
Mysterious.
Yeah.
Yes. Well, the security boys should be finished by now.
Thanks for the hospitality...
probie.
Currently, it's 78 degrees in Hollywood,
82 degrees in the Valley and 73 at the beach.
All in all, a great looking couple of days in L.A.
Warm days, cool nights, and very low humidity...
I take it the Ritz was booked.
Ice.
Better be a damn good reason
you had me jump on the earliest flight out of Mexico.
You ever work with Special Agent William Decker?
He hired on the year I retired.
Why? He's in some kind of trouble?
He's dead.
And I'm next.
I need your help.
My help?
You are the director
of an armed federal agency.
This has to be outside the agency,
and I need someone I can trust, and you're on the short list.
I didn't know you were a fan.
Gibbs' short list.
He trusts you with his life and that's good enough for me.
Let's hear it.
Ten years ago, I spent time in Europe with another agent.
I take it you two weren't sightseeing.
We were...
but the sights we were looking for weren't on any tourist map.
The op?
Classified.
Nice chatting with you.
Enjoy the free cable.
We were trying to infiltrate a Russian spy ring.
Special Agent Decker was our contact agent.
He got us our identities, handled communications...
I know the drill.
The name Oshimaida was a code word we were
to use in the event our cover was compromised.
And was it?
We thought we got out clean.
But today at Decker's funeral,
a man asked
for Mr. Oshimaida.
Coincidence.
Only three of us knew that name.
Whoever he was,
he heard that name from Decker.
And Decker only would have used it if he thought he was about to be killed.
You said he died of a heart attack.
The coroner said he died of a heart attack.
Decker was trying to get me a message.
You're next?
My partner's in danger too.
Whoever he is,
he believes one of us is Oshimaida.
Who's the other agent?
The next time I head for that door, it won't be for show.
Gibbs.
Where do I sign up?
Five shots of the back of his head, none of his face,
and one of the woman driver.
She's a great director. Annie Leibovitz she's not.
Any ideas?
No, I know. But I can't ask McGee because the director
specifically said to keep this on the DL.
- Keep what on the DL? - Nothing.
You told them.
McGee...
They're not real.
They're just keeping me company
while Tony and Ziva are in L.A.
Okay.
Guess you don't need my help.
Wait.
I do need your help.
- But you have to keep it a secret. - My lips are sealed.
Okay.
The director sent me these pictures. She needs an ID on the John Doe.
Does Gibbs know about this?
I asked her, she said no. She didn't say any more.
- I didn't push. - Did you try blowing up the photos?
How about...
The reflections on the side of the car? That's a great idea, McGee.
I had it like two hours ago.
- Did you have any luck with the driver? - A woman.
Could be blonde, brunette. I don't know.
The EX-IF data on the cell phone.
It should tell us the exact time the director took the picture.
McGee, tell me something that cardboard Tony doesn't know.
No, Abby, look.
He's making a call. If we know what time the call was placed,
we can ping all the cell towers in the area...
And we can lift his cell phone number.
That's genius, McGee.
You're googling... again.
A book. How McGee-ish of you.
- You're in my sun. - You'll thank me later.
Come on. Let's go.
If you value that hand, I suggest
you back away slowly.
- I'm not going anywhere. - The director gave us the day off.
Yes, and she can just as easily change her mind.
We need to stay close to home base, just in case.
We have cell phones, Ziva.
If she needs to get in touch with us, she'll call us.
What do you have in mind?
A cruise down Sunset Boulevard, Against All Odds, Jeff Bridges, Jimmy Woods.
You do not have a car, Tony.
Zero to 60 in 5.2 seconds.
First movie quote I hear, I'm driving.
Pay the guy.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Gibbs teach you that?
Gibbs doesn't teach.
You watch, you learn.
You learn. I taught.
We're talking a risk coming here.
Local Leos may have missed something.
I doubt Decker's killer left behind a calling card.
If he was here, he left something behind.
Or Decker did.
He was a pro.
Yeah.
Got a little careless in his retirement.
Sasha.
Sasha, we're not going to hurt you.
How do you know my name?
You were at the funeral.
That's right.
I was an old friend of William's.
We're here to help.
- Help with what? - Sasha...
we don't think William's death was...
natural.
And I'm guessing you don't either.
If there's something you need to tell me...
William never said anything specific.
Just that if anything was to ever happen to him,
that I was to deliver a message.
To who?
"Jenny Shepard, Director, NCIS."
You know her?
Unfortunately.
We'll deliver the message.
William wanted me to tell her that he had some sort of...
insurance policy.
- I think he called it. - Where?
In his place out in the desert.
An old diner.
He was going to start fixing it up next month.
He said Jenny would know where to look.
This the address?
Yeah.
Sasha.
- Do you have family? - Not in L.A.
- In Nevada. - Good.
Go there. Now.
I don't have a car.
Take my rental.
You should do what the lady says.
Okay.
Forget your name?
It's better she doesn't know.
Better for who?
So when we find who did this...
It'll be just the way you like it.
No paperwork.
You wanted the authentic L.A. experience.
I'm giving it to you.
I wanted to read my book.
- They have books in D.C. - They have traffic as well.
I do not like this. Something feels off.
Yeah, it's the transmission.
No, it's about the director.
Tony, we are her escorts.
We're supposed to be escorting.
Maybe she found a new escort.
The director is a flesh-and-blood woman with flesh-and-blood needs.
If you want to call and ruin her private party, be my guest.
You couldn't have gotten a car with SatNav?
Sat what?
Never mind.
Yes, Agent DiNozzo?
Hi, Director. How's everything going? How's the paperwork?
Slow. Too many interruptions.
Well, it's a beautiful day to be stuck inside.
You need something, Agent DiNozzo?
No, just checking in with our fearless leader.
- Got it. - What'd I tell you, Tony?
- Not to call you our fearless leader. - And?
To take the day off.
Enjoy your time in L.A., because, believe me,
I can always find something for you to do.
- Paperwork had a deep voice. - She is with a man.
Does not mean she is sleeping with him.
You're right. I'm sure they're tag-teaming the paperwork.
She's hiding something from us.
Yes, it's called a sex life.
Maybe if you had one, you'd be a little more understanding.
I could tell you stories.
Tell. Slowly.
All right.
But first, you have to do me one small...
favor.
Name it.
Call the Los Angeles Police Department,
tell them you are conducting a local investigation,
and ask them to track down the GPS coordinates of the director's rental.
That's all?
It will make me very happy to know where she is.
It'll be like Chinatown.
I will even let you do your Jack.
Well, how do you like them apples?
McGee, what are you doing?!
Pinging all the cell towers near the Hollywood Forever Cemetery,
scanning for the director's mystery man.
No, what are you doing to my Tony?
I'm improving him.
Actually...
I do like a man with a little scruff.
Got a hit.
Ten calls were in progress when the director snapped that photo.
Triangulating with the nearest cell tower for locations.
Hollywood Forever Cemetery is here.
"Viggo Drantyev."
Running his background.
Nothing in the domestic database. Checking international.
Got him.
McGee, are you seeing this?
What exactly did the director say this was for again?
She didn't.
It's the director.
Good luck with that.
No, you wanted in, McGee. You're in.
Just... just be quiet.
Forensic Specialist extraordinary, Abby Sciuto.
- How can I help you? - Got a name?
Hey, Director, how's...
Name, Abby.
Viggo Drantyev.
Viggo as in Mortensen. And Drantyev as in...
- Drantyev. - Background?
He flew in from Moscow three days ago, solo.
Rented a car, checked in to the Excelsior Hotel,
and then he checked out early this morning.
- That's not background. - That's all I have.
Viggo Drantyev didn't exist until three days ago.
And he doesn't anymore.
- A burn alias. - Yeah, and a damn good one.
Totally untraceable, which is impressive these days.
Whoever this guy is, he must have friends in high places.
Like, nosebleed.
- Anything else? - Nope.
You want McGee to put out a BOLO?
No.
Erase the search.
What search?
So, Drantyev hits town
and before sundown, your boy Decker is dead.
Not enough for a conviction.
Enough for me.
Who is he?
You don't know.
I know who sent him.
And I know who he's after.
- One, two, three. - Breathe, damn it! Breathe!
I don't recall shouting being one of the instructions, Mr. Palmer.
Sorry, Doctor, I guess I got a little carried away.
Hello, Jethro.
New girlfriend?
No, CPR recertifications.
Work has been sufficiently slow lately for me to be able to update them.
When can I put your name on the list?
Not today.
Give us a minute please, Mr. Palmer.
Yeah.
Annie can stay.
I know that look, Jethro.
I'm afraid I'm all out of secrets.
You read the autopsy report on the Grenouille murder.
Yes, what about it?
Anything bug you?
Normally, I am very bugged
when a person is shot at point-blank range in the head.
But in this case, despite the man's charm,
I'm willing to make an exception.
- That a "no"? - Well,
pathologically, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
A single bullet entered Rene's frontal lobe,
causing catastrophic
cerebral hemorrhaging that resulted in almost instantaneous death.
Yeah. Yeah, I read that.
Then you know as much as I do.
Jethro...
I had the impression this case was closed.
It is.
Then why all the digging?
What are you hoping to find?
Answers, Duck.
There's a reason why sleeping dogs are left to lie,
Jethro.
California.
There it is, the director's rental.
Well, what can I tell you, kid?
- When you're right, you're right. - The car seems fine.
Yes, it does.
Now, can we get the hell out of here?
No, that's a good idea. We should stay here,
wait for the director to catch us snooping.
- What is she doing here? - You mean, who is she doing?
You heard that guy on the phone. She's probably at his hotel.
Now you're making some sense.
Where to, miss? Rodeo Drive?
Venice Beach?
Our hotel or I file kidnapping charges.
This is not good.
Let me handle this, okay?
- Hey, you can't come up in here. - NCIS. What's going on?
Fatality.
Looks like she fell.
My kind of place.
I'm not much of a people person.
I noticed.
Not that I don't like 'em.
They never seem to like me.
Decker didn't have that problem.
Then why's he dead?
Better save that for the guy that killed Decker. You might need it.
First we have to find him.
If he knows about Decker's insurance policy,
he'll find us.
There's no obvious signs of foul play.
Depends on what you mean by obvious. She is dead.
You said she just buried her boyfriend.
Well, she obviously, you know, been hitting the bottle.
- She could have fallen. Or jumped. - Or was pushed.
- You know something I don't? - No. She she's just... it's, you know.
Give us a second. Excuse me.
- What are you doing? - Leave the director out of this.
- The director's car is right there. - Yeah, there are 50 cars right there.
Well, I'm not providing security detail for those 50 others.
Sasha's been dead for two hours.
We talked to the director 20 minutes ago. She said everything was fine.
Probably just a coincidence.
You don't really believe that, do you?
No.
This is not what it looks like, Gibbs.
CPR.
So, I guess it's exactly what it looks like.
- Ducky wanted us... - I know.
Right.
So... what brings
the Almighty Gibbs to my humble lab?
The frog.
Sorry I asked. I thought that case was closed.
Shell casings contain a variety of useful data points.
The first one...
is this indentation caused by the firing pin.
Its position narrows down the list of possible firearms.
Can you tie it to a specific gun?
Yep, in 2010.
That's when the manufacturers will be required by law
to microstamp a serial number onto the firing pin.
- Today, Abs. - Well, it depends on who you ask.
I'm asking you.
Okay, the second data point is this.
It's breechblock pattern around the back of the shell casing.
It comes from the concussive force of the gun firing.
It won't let you say definitively if a particular gun was used,
but it can rule a gun out.
This is interesting.
That scratch,
it could be an ejector impression from when the spent case was ejected
or it could have come from a slight defect in the gun clip.
I couldn't really say for sure without inspecting the clip but,
either way, I doubt it's definitive enough to be admissible in court.
I know.
I have a really bad feeling, too.
Why didn't you stop me?
Thought you knew where this insurance policy was.
I never said I knew. Decker said I did.
And stop looking at my ass.
Not much else to look at.
Of course, it might help if you were to tell me what I was looking for.
Decker knew that someone was after him.
And he knew why.
Your mystery op.
Any useful insurance policy would contain names.
"Viggo".
Real names.
Targets. Dates.
Plus operational blueprints, photos.
We got plenty of those.
These dates are wrong.
Do you have a pen?
This is Decker's retirement party in 2007.
Crime Analysts conference,'02.
September 18, 2004.
Hopkins - De La Hoya.
This is some kind of code.
Bank routing number?
Too long for a cash account.
Safe deposit box.
Ziva.
Again.
You don't answer it, they're gonna call in the SWAT team.
This better be World War III, Officer David.
Sasha Gordon is dead.
- What happened? - LAPD's still investigating.
It appears that she broke her neck in a fall.
Director, she was found
less than a hundred meters away from your vehicle. Where are you?
- When? - Three hours ago.
Director, we are assigned to protect you.
This is not just a coincidence. Where are you?
I don't appreciate your tone, Officer David.
And despite what Special Agent Gibbs may have told you,
coincidences do exist. And that is what we have here.
- Okay, but... - I'm fine.
There's nothing to worry about.
I'll meet you later to take the red-eye flight home.
Good news?
Not for Sasha.
That went well.
The director's lying. She's not fine.
Why would she lie?
Maybe she was forced.
- Did she use the duress word? - No.
Well then, there you go.
If someone had a gun to her head, she would use the duress word.
Tony, there is something going on here.
How can you not...
You do see it.
- You just don't want to get involved. - She doesn't want us involved.
If there's one thing I've learned about the director's private wars,
it's that it's best to stay away. For her and for us.
She's a big girl. She can take care of herself.
Besides, probably is a coincidence, anyway.
And she's behind one of those expensive windows
munching on overpriced cashews courtesy of Mr. Outtatown.
I told Sasha to leave town.
Probably went back to her apartment to grab a few things.
If Viggo got to her, we have to assume she talked.
Knows about us.
- And this place. - And Decker's insurance policy.
Guess he's gonna be on his way.
If we leave now...
You can go.
I'm staying.
This ends here.
You're gonna need a clean one.
- Gibbs. - We should call him.
But we're not going to.
He would want us to.
Would he?
Of course. They were partners. If the director was in trouble, he would...
We do not know that she is in trouble.
Okay, I'll give you that one.
But...
you want to be the one to tell Gibbs that we
let the director out of our sight?
Good point.
But it's a risk we have to take.
Or we compromise.
Agent McGee.
What took you so long? Were you sitting at my desk?
- No. - You're lying.
- Tony, what do you want? - Your advice.
- You lost the director, didn't you? - No.
- Now, you're lying. - You were sitting at my desk.
We did not lose the director. We just...
we just don't know where she is.
Gibbs is gonna kill you guys.
All right, calm down, McGee. Don't get your panties in a twist.
We just talked to her. She said she's fine.
She just said she needed...
a little alone time.
I'm just worried she might be under duress.
Did she use the duress word?
No.
Then she probably is fine.
Thank you.
The Great McOz has spoken.
I need you to trace her cell.
Wait, you want me to trace the director's cell? Forget it.
Gibbs is not gonna like that.
I thought you said you weren't gonna call him.
We won't.
If you trace her cell.
Do it, McGee.
If we figure out she's at the Farmer's Daughter Motel with some guy,
then we'll just call it a day.
All right.
Pulling up the director's ESN number.
Pinging all towers in the L.A. area.
No hits.
Expand the search.
Still no hits. Must have her phone turned off.
I can, however, tell you where she made her last call from.
Just off the 14, about 35 miles into the Mojave Desert.
- 50 miles away from her car. - You got an exact location?
- I'll work on it. - Let us know.
- This is not a good idea. - Humor me.
You always clean your gun before a fight?
It's not my gun.
You always sit on your ass before one?
What should I be doing?
Assessing our situation.
You read that in the manual?
Deadbolt: Schlage.
Same lock as the front.
Wood-frame, stucco exterior, lath-and-plaster walls.
Stone in the rear.
If they don't come too heavy, should provide adequate cover.
Situation assessed.
I never said thanks.
Thank me later.
When I first heard
that Decker died of a heart attack,
I was relieved
Gibbs did say you were complicated.
Relieved because I always knew
that there was a chance this could come back to haunt us.
And it's my fault.
I made some choices I'm not particularly proud of.
We all have.
Even Gibbs?
He let you go.
No.
He didn't.
He didn't fit into my five-point plan.
Back to choices.
You made your bed.
What if I don't want to sleep in it?
Gibbs knows?
Would it make a difference?
He came back, didn't he?
Came back for the job.
Well, that would explain all the conversations we had on my boat.
You know,
about the job.
You're still young.
You got plenty of time to make right.
We could have made it.
The needle is below "E." "E" stands for empty.
We have less than empty.
And we don't even know where it is.
We could have made it.
- What?! - What?!
Try to make yourself useful.
What?!
I said, why don't you make yourself useful?
What do you want me to do?
Hold your nozzle?
Get us a map.
Some white powdered donuts.
And some Blue Ice Gatorade.
- You better have my coordinates. - Even better. I got an address.
Did some checking. Turns out Decker has a little diner in the desert,
and I can place Jenny's call to within...
What's the address?
- Just sent it to your PDA. - You deserve a probie snack.
Get yourself one, but not from my desk drawer. Use the vending machine.
Might be hard to believe, but I was in love once.
Her name was Maggie.
She had it all.
Quick as a fox, great curves.
Trusted her with my life.
What happened?
Traded her for a Harley when the transmission blew.
You know, when I asked you if Gibbs knew,
I wasn't talking about your feelings for him.
I was asking if he knew you were sick.
Gonna lie to me now?
What makes you think I'm sick?
Person gets a look in their eye when time's running out.
You're not that good.
- Found your pills. - You went through my purse?
Your purse and your cell phone and your glove box.
Just being thorough?
You blame me?
Gibbs doesn't know.
What are you waiting for?
Good question.
- What? - Turn
at the giant cactus, right?
That is what he said.
- Found some tea. - What kind?
Does it matter?
Only drink lemongrass.
You just don't strike me as a tea-drinking kind of guy.
And people say I don't open up.
Well, no water, so, so much for the tea.
I spotted a water tank out back.
- I'll go. - Let me.
I've got to hit the head again anyway.
You're up.
The weapon was loaded, and I wasn't here,
would you have pulled the trigger?
Thought you might want this back.
There it is.
Look. I have seen that SUV before.
Gas station.
You still believe the director's on one of your booty calls?
Well, if there's a sock on the doorknob, you're knocking.
You're in.
Clear.
Tony.
Jenny?
Jenny, you there?
Wait there.
I'll come to you.
I said to wait.
And I said not to.
This is my crime scene.
You called SECNAV, he called me.
I'm sorry, Jethro.
Bodies were picked up last night.
They're going to D.C.
- Ducky? - He'll be handling the autopsies.
First two shooters came through the front door,
the other two came from over there.
She stood here.
She got off the first shots.
Shooter number one never even fired his weapon.
She took heavy fire after that.
One in the shoulder, one in the arm. She started moving this way,
the other two entered through the side door.
Second shooter went down there.
She dropped to her knee. She fired three more times.
Which leaves the fourth shooter.
We know how that ended.
She put up a hell of a fight.
Not good enough.
She was outnumbered, five to one.
I think you got to check your math.
We found four.45 caliber shell casings and no.45.
Somebody walked out of here alive.
There was a second car here.
It was the director's ride.
The fifth gunman must've taken it.
- No blood? - Nothing but a tire track.
We'll put out a BOLO as soon as we can I.D. the car.
I'm sure you want to get this bastard as bad as I do.
Bodies are on their way to D.C.
I chartered a private transport, should be arriving shortly.
- What do you got? - I'm sorry, Gibbs.
- We are sorry. - What do you got?
Not a lot.
Tire tracks are from a second vehicle.
We're working on it.
We should've tailed her. Ziva...
Ziva wanted to tail her.
Why didn't you?
We were given an order.
And you followed it.
And now Jenny is dead.
We keep a lid on this.
No press, no public statements. Understood?
It's a cover-up. Understood.
I'm heading back to D.C. with the bodies.
Agent Gibbs, you will remain here and oversee my investigation.
I'll expect a call when you're finished.
Oversee his investigation.
And then call me.
You're late.
The least of my problems.
Well, I got another one for you. Vance knows there was someone else
- at the diner. - My tire tracks?
I'm not the only one with a problem.
Jenny died protecting someone.
Who?
You.
- Call him again. - I've already left Tony five messages.
- Call Ziva. - Eight messages.
Why'd you call Ziva more than you called Tony?
Right, not important. What is important is we remain calm.
- I am calm. - Don't you care about your friends?
You just said...
Nevermind.
We haven't heard anything from Tony and Ziva,
then Gibbs gets on an airplane without a word.
Something is wrong! I can feel it.
If something bad happened, I'm sure we would've...
- ... heard by now. - What is it?
- E-mail from Tony. - Let me see.
I can't look.
Photos... tire prints.
Tony wants me to find out what car it came from asap.
That's it?!
- Are they working a case? - Am I interrupting something?
Just Abby's nervous breakdown.
I'm sure everyone is fine.
Do you have any reason to believe otherwise?
Well, Tony just e-mailed me. It looks like they've started working
- some kind of case. - So there's your answer.
They're working on a case.
Common courtesy is the first casuality in a Jethro war.
Who is it?
It's for me.
Jethro...
Ducky.
I know I typically dominate the conversation,
but since you called me...
Jenny's dead.
Yesterday.
Oh, dear...
- I can't believe that it happened so... - She was murdered.
Firefight.
- Tony and Ziva? - Not involved.
- What can I do? - Five bodies...
- on their way. - I assume one of them is...
Tell McGee, tell Abby. I'm gonna need them.
I know, Duck.
Who?
Everything.
She called me two days ago.
Said she needed some help
from someone outside the agency.
Another one of her ops.
One of yours.
Europe.
Well, I spent a lot of time in Europe.
She wasn't specific.
What'd I tell you about
leaving them loose ends?
Not to.
We didn't.
Well, you screwed the pooch somewhere.
Decker's cover was blown.
They found him. Made it look like a heart attack.
"They"?
Decker's funeral...
there was a guy named Viggo came looking for a man.
Oshimaida.
Relax, probie.
Classified went out the window two days ago.
I know Oshimaida was the code you used
if your cover was compromised.
In Paris, nine years ago.
Decker resurrected it.
When I found him, instead of giving you up,
he sent you a warning.
Bought you guys some time.
Not enough.
She knew what she was getting into.
Her last stand was to protect you.
Who protected her, Mike?
What happened?
I was out back.
I saw 'em going in the side door.
Too late.
I did what I could.
You always do.
If you're looking for an apology...
I know better.
I'm sorry, Gunny.
I'm almost done here. Where's that next batch?
Coming.
It's okay.
Abby, it's okay.
No, it's not.
We have work to do.
- Abby, slow down. - I can't.
Let me.
How could this happen?
I don't know.
Where were Tony and Ziva?!
I don't know.
And don't ask me what I do know, because I don't know that, either.
I need more time.
How long does it take to track a tire print, McGee?
We're going as fast as we can.
- Tony, what happened? - Not the time... I need that ID now.
Got it. It's a P-235 all-season radial.
It's a custom mold.
Sold exclusively to the Western Rental chain for their Mercury Grand Marquis.
Check their Los Angeles Airport office.
All Grand Marquis rented in the last 48 hours.
Got it. Calling you back.
Do it now, or have Abby do it. She seems to be having better luck.
We're opening a port into Western Rental Servers.
I'm checking all the customer records for the last 48 hours.
Ten Grand Marquis at the LAX office.
Three rented this week. Only one in the past two days.
It hasn't been returned. Joe Hill out of New Mexico.
No listing at the DMV. Must have used a fake ID.
That's our guy. Get it! I want that photo.
Well, it's not on the server, but I should be able to find it on...
- What? - It is not McGee's fault.
No. It's not.
We left Paris clean.
Jenny told me.
And I might have bought it,
except...
there were three agents on that op.
Two are dead.
The op?
How many?
One each.
You verify the kill?
Her kill.
Jen was a pro.
I noticed.
What about Decker?
- I hear he had a thing for the ladies. - What is your point?
Maybe he was compromised.
We got out clean.
Jenny knew something you didn't, probie.
And so did Decker.
He knew this might not be over.
Left an insurance policy.
The numbers were...
Coded in photos.