Light's still on. You cut the alarm?
I cut the phone lines. Detectors won't signal the cops.
It's cool.
[FOOTSTEPS FROM ABOVE]
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You heard that?
Somebody's up there.
Hey, you're cool, right?
No problem.
What the...?
- What the hell are you doing, man? - The guy came out of nowhere.
Come on, man, we gotta go.
Come on, man, move.
- We gotta go. - Oh, my God.
TONY: Morning. - Good morning, Tony.
Why are you so preppy?
Well, probably because I went to boarding school,
but I think you mean "peppy."
And that's because it's LES day.
Les?
LES. Leave and earnings statements.
- You mean payday. TONY: That's another way of putting it.
Wait a second. This isn't right.
This isn't my LES.
It's McMoneybags'.
Somehow he makes more money than me?
Maybe they pay people what they're worth.
- Heh, heh. - Morning, Ziva. Tony.
How much do you make, Tim?
- What are you doing with my LES? - It was on my desk.
It's addressed to me. It's a federal offense.
Well, you know what I find offensive and more than a little strange?
It's that somehow you make $253 a week more than me.
It's all about withholding.
Yeah. What exactly are you withholding?
Yeah, you're withholding something, all right.
You're too smart to hack into the system
and try and give yourself a little weekly bump, aren't you?
Or should I call Fred Seymour in Accounting and find out?
Hang up, DiNozzo. Time's money.
We got a dead Navy reservist in Arlington.
The DiNozzos are great humanitarians. You know that.
We got a dead human. Let's go.
Was that a pun?
WADE: Hey, why are we being arrested?
Breaking and entering.
- But we didn't steal anything. - You shot the victim twice.
One missed. The other just grazed him.
Besides, he was already dead.
- You sure about that? - He offed himself, man. Come on.
We just happened to be here, man. Wrong place, wrong time.
We could've taken some of this stuff on our way out, but we didn't, man.
Was there anybody else in the house?
I don't think so.
- Get them out. OFFICER: Let's go.
DEREK: Man, next time I'm picking the place we're hitting.
- Interesting. - Duck.
- Hanging or the gunshot? DUCKY: The math.
For centuries, hanging was used as standard dead drop.
But then in 1872, an Englishman named William Marwood
calculated a formula using a man's height, weight,
and the distance dropped to ensure a cleanly snapped neck.
So who is our well-versed victim?
- McGee. - Dr. Robert Banks.
Psychologist and Navy reservist on active duty.
High-level security clearance at the Pentagon.
Dr. Banks here clearly used Marwood's formula and a double knot,
thus ensuring the hangman's fracture.
Yeah, hoping for instantaneous death,
his goal was to fracture the third and fourth vertebrae.
Judging by the angle of the neck
and the petechial hemorrhaging in his eyes,
his efforts were successful.
- But who shot him? - Robbers.
Well, then, we'll have to see which killed him first,
the bullet or the rope.
TONY: Boss, local LEOs say there's a woman outside
claims to be the victim's doctor.
Let her in.
Dr. Kate's sister.
[GASPS]
Are you his doc, doc?
- Yeah, and his friend. - My condolences, Dr. Cranston.
ZIVA: Gibbs. Found Banks' cell phone.
You're not gonna believe who called him four times last night.
Dr. Cranston.
- He hanged himself, huh? - Looks that way.
Whatever it looks like, Gibbs, you look deeper.
Robert was one of the strongest people I knew.
He wouldn't do this. Couldn't.
I know someone killed him.
GIBBS: So you spoke to him last night, doc?
CRANSTON: Several times.
GIBBS: About what?
I'm afraid the rules of confidentiality prevent me from giving you any details.
Doc, the guy's dead.
Robert was a brilliant psychologist.
We went to school together.
What about since then?
We were close colleagues.
His wife filed for divorce a few months ago.
He was having a difficult time prior to that as well.
At work? He have enemies?
He was consulting on a special project for the Pentagon.
- What kind of project? - Kind that gets you killed, apparently.
MISO. Military Information Support Operations.
I'm old-school, doc. PsyOps'll do.
Yeah, well, then you know they use mind games
to confuse and manipulate the enemy.
I know that.
Credit card statements over the past few months
show that he was writing prescriptions for himself.
Not true. That's the kind of background fabrications PsyOps excels at.
Really? And you know this because?
Because Banks invented it.
That what you and Banks talked about?
We talked about his divorce.
He wanted me to start seeing his daughter to help her get through it.
Turns out he was having as much trouble as she was.
He was getting increasingly anxious,
but whenever I brought up his daughter,
his panic would subside.
He lived for his little girl.
She was his hope, his whole reason for living.
People who have any hope at all, Gibbs, they don't take their own life.
They embrace it.
Banks didn't kill himself.
WOMAN: Forgive me if I'm having a little trouble with this.
Bobby had been so unpredictable lately.
He just wanted Amber to be happy.
It's all because they broke up.
He still loved her.
You made this happen.
Tell me about your relationship, Mrs. Banks.
Why does any couple split after so many years?
We grew apart.
He'd become different.
He had become moody. He wasn't the man that I married.
And he started to take it out on both of us.
Mom.
You know he wasn't the same, Amber.
Life insurance has you as the sole beneficiary.
Yeah. His, um, university and Naval death benefits.
He had an additional policy too.
Four million for both of you.
But wouldn't suicide change that?
No. No, not in this case.
He had a policy that had an exclusion clause.
You sure you didn't know about the money?
Hey, finally. You work with Fred Seymour in Accounting, right?
- Uh, you need an accountant? - You bet I do.
I got a salary dispute.
Oh, are you feeling overvalued or undervalued?
That's an interesting question. It's not me, actually. It's McGee.
- Who's McGee? - My co-worker.
The tall, pasty guy who wanders around sort of:
[STAMMERS]
He spends way too much time indoors. Needs light.
Shouldn't I be talking to him?
Yeah, technically. That's a good point.
There's probably some underlying feelings of inadequacy
between the two of you, right?
No.
What do you mean, inadequacy?
Did your father ever tell you he loved you?
You're not from Accounting, are you?
- Why did you pretend to be? - I didn't. You did.
You just saw what you wanted to see.
- Not sure I wanna see you anymore. - Oh, are we breaking up already?
- Who are you? - I'm Dr. Samantha Ryan,
DoD, PsyOps Division.
I've been told to come and see a Special Agent Gibbs.
Yep, you found him.
- Ah. - You a brain-gamer, Ryan?
That's head brain-gamer to you.
I oversee all Military Information Support Operations.
I understand you're investigating the death of Dr. Robert Banks.
Agent Gibbs, word in my office.
[RYAN CHUCKLES]
Hi, Leon.
LEON: Dr. Ryan.
What a surprise.
Do you know Director Vance?
- You seem to know everybody. - Yeah, it's my job.
Oh, Gibbs, feel free to ask Leon anything you want.
We go way back.
DiNozzo, escort Dr. Ryan to the conference room.
Dr. Cranston's waiting.
TONY: Yes, sir. - Cranston?
Hey, director, you look good.
Authority suits you.
- I got a call from SECNAV. - Oh, great.
No, it wasn't.
- Somebody steal his golf bag? - SECDEF wants to know
what NCIS is doing investigating an MISO employee.
Investigating a possible murder.
I know you're not big on fine lines, Gibbs, but I am.
- This happens to be one of them. - Dead guy's Navy, Leon.
That makes it ours.
So how do you know Dr. Ryan?
Long story.
Love to hear it.
She's an old colleague. We spent some time together at the war college.
- Ah, private time? - Classified time.
Ha, ha, okay, okay, enough said.
- Be careful. She's inquisitive. - Yeah, well, so am I.
Gibbs.
Not like her.
Do you exercise?
I walk. Why?
Because you look skinny.
Skinnier than the last time I saw you.
Gave up dairy.
I'm lactose intolerant.
You always were into the latest fads.
Oh, it's not really a fad. It's a diagnosis.
So anybody want coffee?
- No milk. - No milk.
GIBBS: You two went to school together, right?
Mm, yes. Does that turn you on, Agent Gibbs?
Couple of co-eds?
Afterwards, she went clinical and I went military.
Very different points of view.
Oh, and, um, full disclosure,
we both slept with Banks.
She was interested in his mind.
- L... - She's doing it.
You're doing it.
- I'm doing what? - Oh, the games. The nonsense.
[CHUCKLES]
- And I'm leaving. - No. No, you're not.
Sam, we think Dr. Banks was the victim of a PsyOps scheme.
- "We?" CRANSTON: He was my patient.
- That's ridiculous. CRANSTON: Is it?
Agent Gibbs, I will answer any question that you have,
but not here and not with her.
- Why not? - National security.
Next meeting, my office. My rules.
- My investigation. - My friend.
Our friend, Rachel.
Banks was working with an MISO field op named Mitchell
on an assignment. You probably should talk to him.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
DUCKY [OVER PHONE]: Jethro. - I'm on my way.
Hey, Gibbs, don't trust these people.
Especially her.
MAN: I don't follow. TONY: Which part, Mitchell?
Dr. Banks can't be dead. I just spoke to him yesterday.
- He's gone. - No, I would've been informed.
DoD, Pentagon.
There's a chain of communication that would've been engaged.
Mitchell, he's dead.
You are a reservist working for PsyOps. Yes?
Former Navy.
I'm not cut out for this head-game stuff.
I can't do it anymore. They're, uh, reassigning me.
You worked with Dr. Banks for how long?
Almost a year.
Banks was a smart man and a good father.
He was going through a rough divorce and an ugly custody battle.
Did the doctor have, uh, any problems with his co-workers?
Threats or disagreements?
Look, this is a restricted MISO field unit.
All information is case sensitive and has to be...
We're cleared. Answer the question.
It's a court order.
Here.
Former Marine Second Lieutenant Kyle Baxter.
Received a general discharge six months ago
because of a negative emotional-stability eval.
Who wrote it?
Dr. Banks, of course.
Give me a verdict, Duck.
Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Well, always been a chicken man myself.
Oh, that's my conundrum.
The heart continues to beat after a hanging for a few moments.
The doctor here was shot and continued to bleed.
Now, with the amount of blood loss, I would hypothesize
that the bullet hit him milliseconds
after his neck was snapped clean by the rope.
GIBBS: Definitely a suicide. - Without doubt.
But he was only hastening the inevitable.
- What? - His kidney and liver functions
were deteriorating at an alarming rate.
- Based on what? - Abby is determining that.
Suffice to say, had the doctor not taken his own life,
I would estimate he had but six months to live.
ABBY [SINGING]: A little fun, just now and then
Is relished by the best of men
- Abby? - Hi, Gibbs.
It's called scoundrel patter,
courtesy of an Old West con man named Umbrella Jim Miner.
Supposed to confuse the suckers.
Gibbs, watch closely. The hand is quicker than the eye.
[SINGING] Attention given, I'll show you
How Abby hides the peek-a-boo
Hmm.
- I win. - So I guess you're not a sucker.
Or are you?
All of these pills came out of Banks' medicine cabinet.
One is a benign blood-pressure medication.
The other two are dangerous psychotropic stimulants
that had been wreaking havoc on his liver and kidney functions.
I can't tell the difference.
Somebody switched out his prescriptions, Gibbs.
It's like the oldest con in the book.
- Poor sucker. - Yeah.
So Banks thinks that he's just taking his daily meds,
when, in reality, he's taking drugs
that have been proven to cause depression
and increased mental instability.
- PsyOps. - Mind games.
He's being played, Abs.
The question is by who?
The chair works.
- I like standing. - What else do you like, Agent Gibbs?
- Answers. - Good.
We'd make a great couple.
I like questions.
You wanna tell me something about yourself?
No.
Your life story makes you uncomfortable?
[CHUCKLES]
You know, nonverbal behaviors comprise 85 percent
of all human communication.
And the most honest part of your body, believe it or not,
your feet.
And yours, Agent Gibbs, are pointed directly at my door.
Okay, I have a question for you. It speaks volumes.
Do you like pancakes?
I love pancakes.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
- Dr. Ryan? - Yes, Special Agent Gibbs,
Ross Kilmer, my assistant.
Ross' specialty is to charm and disarm.
He has less patience than I do.
If he's country, I'm rock 'n' roll. Works out.
Marine Lieutenant Kyle Baxter.
We're coming up empty. You got anything?
Um, just about his psych eval. That's it.
Personnel list for the op Banks was working on.
You know what I really like, doc?
Paper.
I really love paper.
[WHIRRING]
Where'd you find these?
One was hidden inside Banks' couch.
The other one was in his mattress.
McGEE: Oh, wow, the milligauss reading's off the charts.
These are electromagnetic field emitters.
Hmm. Someone tried to give our victim a tumor?
No, more like headaches and nightmares.
High levels of EMF pollution can cause interference with REM sleep cycles.
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
- Personnel files from Ryan. - A list of possible killers, huh?
- Don't trust it, right? - Run them.
- Anything from the house? ZIVA: Yes.
Found this from Banks' office safe.
Operations protocol for a top-secret PsyOps mission.
It appears our victim was working on this last.
The only person that could confirm that will probably lie to your face.
I'm getting used to that.
McGee, connect the gizmos you found back to PsyOps.
I can track the parts, boss,
but whoever built it most likely is gonna cover their...
- tracks.
E-mail issues again?
GIBBS: Trust issues. From now on, I want paper.
From the source.
Paper?
ZIVA: You heard the man, McGee.
He said he wants PsyOps personnel files.
A lot of them.
But any one of them could've planned Banks' murder.
This could take days, weeks.
There's gotta be a million personnel files here.
I don't even know where to begin without a search key.
ZIVA: Well, I suggest we begin alphabetically.
[ELEGANT CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]
RYAN: So I think that what we found with these new protocols
is they've been able to lower the...
Heh. Could I get you a beer, Agent Gibbs?
No, I'm good.
You look nice.
I assume what you need to talk to me about can't wait till morning?
Murders are time-sensitive.
General.
Dr. Banks took his own life.
And I'm not sure if this is the time or the place.
[SIGHS]
Would you excuse me for just a moment?
GENERAL: Mm-hm.
Wow, people in this town love to talk shop and eat cocktail weenies.
I, um, get the impression by your hoodie
that you don't really like parties that much.
I like parties when there's something worth celebrating.
Everything all right here, doctor? Can I be of any assistance?
Oh, thank you, Ross.
Um, Special Agent Gibbs needs to speak to me privately.
And I know just the place.
I'II, um... I'll just wait right here.
WOMAN: Excuse me.
Feel safe, Gibbs?
Oh, guess not everyone in here has a security clearance.
You're enjoying this.
I'll play along.
What do you got?
"Removal of threats using drugs and alternative methods."
It's a hell of a page-turner, doc. A real how-to.
Driving a sane person to suicide using pills and sleep deprivation.
That sound familiar to you?
Be very careful with what you're suggesting.
It's a page out of your own playbook, doc.
So I'm gonna ask you again,
what do you know about the death of Robert Banks?
And I'm gonna tell you again.
Nothing.
I'm giving you a chance to come clean, Dr. Ryan.
Help solve the murder of a close friend.
I already told you the truth.
Whose truth?
Your sister used to look at me like that.
- Like what? - Ah, cat who ate the canary.
I didn't exactly tell you everything earlier, Gibbs.
Lot of that going around.
CRANSTON: During one of my sessions with Banks,
he mentioned a sensitive national-security issue.
GIBBS: Yeah. Still should've told me.
- I know. I wanna catch his killer. - That makes two of us.
It's not exactly a SCIF, doc, but it'll do.
There's a project called Operation Alborz.
Okay.
- Details? - No idea.
- What was Banks' involvement? - He didn't tell me.
Well, what did he tell you?
I got this sense that someone wanted to make sure
he couldn't discuss it with anyone. Ever.
Someone?
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
- Gibbs. Yeah. McGee, go. McGEE [OVER PHONE]: Boss.
I've been going through the military personnel files,
all dead ends.
- Ryan's info didn't help? - I'm shocked.
Which brings us back to former Second Lieutenant Kyle Baxter.
The guy who was drummed out of the Marines because of Banks.
- Pick him up. - We still can't find him.
[LINE CRACKLING]
Hello?
Boss? Boss?
Is there a problem?
Gibbs, if something's bothering you, I'd really prefer you tell...
[MAN 1 SINGING ON RADIO]
[MAN 2 SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]
[STATIC CRACKLING ON RADIO]
[CRACKLING INTENSIFIES]
Is that a...?
Good night, Ryan.
Sleep tight.
Kyle Baxter.
Former second lieutenant in the Marine Corps.
Superior IQ. Scored off the charts on the officer qualifying exam.
- Where's he now? - Last known address was in Norfolk.
He was handpicked by the MISO 18 months ago for its secret ops unit.
- Headed by Banks. - Yeah, until?
Baxter was thrown out for antisocial behavior, violent tendencies.
Eventually discharged from the Marines.
Fell off the grid a few months after that.
Of course, if we could use our computers to dig deeper,
- we could... - No. No, McGee. We can't.
- Where'd you get that, boss? - In my basement. It's a bug.
Find out where it came from. The old-fashioned way.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
You're ringing, McCheater.
Boss, I only kept it on to monitor Baxter's incoming cell phone calls.
But this call is still live.
- Where? McGEE: Storefront,
600 block of Chapman Avenue.
- A café. - That's five minutes from here.
Tony, Ziva, go.
Trace the bug.
With or without my...?
- NCIS? - Who wants to know?
Four minutes. Nice.
- You guys are good. - You're not Baxter.
Absolutely not.
Kilmer. Ryan and I work together. Gibbs knows.
Baxter left me his phone.
Wanted to see if you guys were, uh, tracking him.
You can have it. He's got others.
- Where is Baxter now? - You got me.
I wish you luck, though.
Whoa. You think we're just gonna let you walk away?
Well, yeah. Why not?
Beautiful day.
You guys have a good one.
Huh.
A resort in Cancún?
ZIVA: "James Drenden."
[BELL RINGS]
RYAN: Hey, you guys. BOY: Mrs. Ryan.
How did you know where my son went to school?
His records are all classified.
Did you follow me?
You following me now? Am I under surveillance, Gibbs?
You hacked my records. This is my personal life.
PsyOps 101.
You approach people at their most vulnerable.
- You even the playing field, doc. - You don't wanna play with me, Gibbs.
Trust me.
[ENGINE STARTS]
RYAN: I keep things confidential for a reason.
I take precautions because I have to.
And my son is off-limits.
So is my place.
- Don't like your own medicine, doc? - I am not the enemy.
You bugged my home.
Tell us about Operation Alborz.
As I shared with Agent Gibbs, national security.
[ALARM BUZZING]
Alborz.
Mountain range in Iran.
Some of the highest peaks.
Apparently very beautiful.
- People flock from all over... - Less sizzle, doc. More pop.
After we invaded Iraq in 2003,
Iran started pouring billions into their nuclear program.
Recruited scientists to produce plutonium for them.
The Alborz mission was to use PsyOp techniques
to destabilize Iranian nuclear scientists.
Cripple the enemy without firing a shot.
- Twenty-first-century warfare. - And the Iranians got wind?
- Possible. - And you think they could've done
the same thing to Dr. Banks in retribution?
Look, I'll do whatever I can to help you find Robert's killer.
I want this over as much as you do.
ABBY: Gibbs, get over here.
I processed Banks' laptop.
The encryption was, like, super complex.
- But you got in. - I did, with a little help.
I just followed the tracks of someone else
that hacked his computer, like, way before I did.
Someone was wreaking havoc on Banks' life using his own computer.
Like draining his accounts
and buying stocks that he never ordered,
- sending threatening e-mails. - More mind games.
Yeah. Even if he Googled something, he would get misinformation
like bogus sports scores and even fictional news stories.
He wasn't only being drugged,
his entire reality was being manipulated.
- By who? ABBY: From what I can tell,
someone in Mexico.
I traced a ghost IP address to a room in a resort in Cancún.
The security video is a little blurry,
but I got an instant hit with facial recognition.
Kyle Baxter.
ABBY: The same guy Mitchell implicated
and the same guy that Banks gave a bad psych eval to.
Gibbs, this is the guy we're looking for.
Boss, can I?
Yeah, go, McGee. Embargo's over.
"James Drenden"? Who is that?
TONY: That's the alias Kyle Baxter was using.
Got a hit on a passport under Baxter's alias.
Says he was on a flight arriving from Mexico City
to Dulles two months ago.
Two months is a long time. He could be anywhere by now.
McGEE: According to the IRS,
he's currently employed as a bartender in Georgetown.
Why would Baxter still be using the same alias?
Honestly, Gibbs, had I known you were looking for me,
I would've been here days ago.
Yeah, spare me the PsyOps charm, Baxter.
We can prove you were in Mexico.
Okay, so?
So drugs found in Banks' system were manufactured close to the resort.
You had the expertise.
And you were messing with him.
[CHUCKLES]
Wow. You know, they're good.
You're looking at a PsyOps package here, sir.
- You can't trust that. - Hmm.
- So they set you up to take the fall? - Obviously.
Look, Banks discharged me with "violent tendencies."
Next thing you know, I'm the fall guy, and you took the bait,
hook, line and sinker.
Now, why wouldn't they frame me? It's perfect.
Prove that you're telling the truth.
May I?
I never left my phone or that matchbook.
Call this number.
Ask for Simon.
He'll straighten it out.
Baxter was the best damn CI we've ever had, Director Vance.
For how long?
SIMON [ON SCREEN]: He's been working undercover with the DEA
for the past 12 months.
Helped us shut down smugglers we'd been after forever.
He was under DEA control for the last year?
Had our eyes on him the whole time.
If you think he was involved with this, you're wrong.
Somebody real good's been playing you folks.
So the person Dr. Ryan has been pushing, Gibbs,
isn't our killer.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Cranston's sessions with Banks.
She's a quack.
No, she's not. She's good.
And it made listening all the harder because
he was in real trouble.
That your apology about Baxter?
I have a job to do.
NCIS was looking into a sensitive area at a critical time.
We have protocols in place to protect our mission.
It's part of our rule book.
Yeah, well, I got some rules of my own too.
Rule number 42:
Don't ever accept an apology
from someone who just sucker-punched you.
I didn't apologize.
Do you have children?
I did.
But you already know that.
Yes. Kelly.
And I'm sorry.
Hey, doc, my feet aren't pointing at the door.
The other day I was picking up my son, Parker, from soccer practice,
and, you know, he was walking toward the car,
and not once
did he look over his shoulder.
And that meant everything to me.
In my job I take precautions,
and I don't know how you found him,
but I believe everybody deserves one secret,
and I'm asking you if I can have this one.
Okay.
Thank you.
I owe you, and I'm assuming you'll let me know when you wanna collect.
I wanna collect now.
Someone with your knowledge killed Banks.
I wanna know who.
Whoever it is has lost sight of who we are and what we do.
You got a name?
[WHISPERS] Good luck.
Banks' PsyOps files are blocked, deleted or in "no go" territory.
GIBBS: Here, try this.
It's Ryan's cell phone.
Isolate calls from PsyOps government-issued lines.
Well, there's five or six different numbers here.
Cross-reference with incoming calls to Banks over the past month.
Um, there's just one, boss.
And they've placed multiple calls to Banks over the past two weeks.
- Kilmer? Baxter? - No. Brian Mitchell.
The PsyOps liaison was working with him directly.
McGEE: Wait. There's a second cell number on Banks' account.
Mitchell's sent dozens of text streams to it.
Put it up.
I can't. They've all been erased.
- Ziva, you and me. - They're in the cloud memory.
DiNozzo, dial both numbers three times.
Hang up after one ring.
- Boss? - Do it.
And keep sending me locations on Mitchell's cell.
It's a fail-safe call.
It's old spycraft trick.
Means something's gone wrong.
Parties are supposed to meet at a predetermined location.
- Kind of a rookie move, isn't it? LEON: Yeah.
That's why it just might work.
[ENGINE STOPS]
AMBER: Why did you call me, Brian?
MITCHELL: I came as soon as I could.
AMBER: We agreed it wouldn't be safe.
This'll never work.
You'll never have what you want if you don't listen.
MITCHELL: You know what I want. - You don't deserve it.
You messed up big time.
MITCHELL: I made your father look unstable.
I gave him the drugs. I did what you said.
I said to make it look like he killed himself.
If they figure out I'm involved, I'll get nothing.
I want that money.
I just want you to be happy.
I want us to be happy.
This isn't about us anymore.
You killed my father, Brian.
I will not go down with you for this.
Oh, I'm afraid you are.
Put your hands behind your back.
- She's as guilty as I am. AMBER: He's lying.
No, he forced me to do this.
Somehow I doubt that.
That's a nice girl.
Thirty years, take her home to meet the folks.
Amber used me. Just like she used him.
- Mm-hm. - I never saw it coming.
I thought she was another broken teenager
caught up in an ugly divorce.
Doc, you look for the good in people.
There, there's not much to find.
Hey, Ziva and I are going for drinks. You wanna come?
Only if you're buying.
Agent DiNozzo.
Fred Seymour from Accounting.
Actually, good news.
We traced the problem back to a clerical error,
which resulted in overpayments to you, Agent McGee.
Oh.
[TONY LAUGHS]
Now the bad news.
Thanks to your request that we review your file,
uh, we discovered that we've been short on your FICA withholdings
for the previous five years.
- What? - So you owe us $2,997.33,
payable immediately.
Enjoy your night.
What?
We'll be at the bar if you wanna drown your sorrows.
[SPUTTERS]
What?
[PHONE RINGING]
Yeah, Gibbs.
Hi. What are you doing?
Oh, well, I'm sleeping.
It's 4:00 in the morning. What are you doing?
Trying out my new phone.
- My other one disappeared. GIBBS [OVER PHONE]: Yeah?
- That what happened, huh? RYAN [OVER PHONE]: Sorry.
I don't get much sleep. I've got a lot on my mind.
Whose head you messing with tonight, doc?
Probably my own.
I shouldn't have called.
How can I help?
I just wanted
to thank you
for figuring out what happened to Robert.
Doing my job.
I think you already knew, though.
You make people feel safe, Gibbs.
It's a gift.
Eh, people need answers.
I need breakfast.
Okay.
- When? - How about now?
Well, I know a little diner that's open 24 hours.
Perfect.
Are you asking me on a date, Ryan?
It's the middle of the night, Agent Gibbs.
You tell me.