09x04 - Enemy on the Hill

Okay, we're set.

Later this week, Congress will be voting on a $14 billion appropriation for construction of a new class aircraft carrier.

Many watchdog groups feel that the money would be better spent at home, on schools and infrastructure. Your opinion?

That's a difficult question for me to answer.

I don't really know what the military needs.

That's a husband question.

I'd have to talk to him to see how I feel about it.

Thank you.

Your honesty is refreshing.

Okay, we're good.

Chad, the guy with the camera over there.

Excuse me, sir, ZNN.

Can we interview you for the evening news?

It'll only take a second.

Please, don't point that at me.

Please, sir, if you could just...

Someone call 911!

NCIS Season 9 Episode 04 Enemy on the Hill

Abby, what, what?

Unbelievable. I was chosen.

I'm a match.

They want me down at the hospital for an interview right away.

You donating bone marrow again?

No. A kidney.

Who do you know that needs a kidney?

I don't know him. I just volunteered.

Slow down. Back up. What are you talking about?

I heard about it at church.

There's this 18-year-old kid, he's on dialysis, and he needs a kidney, but nobody in his family was a match, so I had to do something.

I went there, got tested, and they called me.

You're going to give a perfectly good kidney to a total stranger?

Are you out of your mind?

That is very noble.

Abby, that's major surgery.

What's the recovery time on that? It's gotta be weeks.

I don't know, but I'll find out.

I have an interview with the transplant coordinator in, like, an hour.

Hey, Detective Sportelli, what are you doing here?

Long time.

I gotta go.

Abby, don't you commit to anything.

It's gonna be great.

Sportelli, what's up?

I arrested The Cooler.

Come on, FBI's most-wanted list.

It's a career-making bust.

The Cooler?

He puts people on ice.

He's suspected in at least a half-dozen high-profile contract assassinations.

The only thing tying the cases together is the slugs taken from the victims.

Yeah, he's been like a ghost, blending into the background.

FBI has no idea what he looks like, let alone have a name.

They got one now. Paul Arliss.

He's been living the good life in suburbia.

On a cul-de-sac in Woodley Park.

How'd you catch him?

News doing on-the-street interviews.

He tried to avoid the camera and ran into traffic.

Got hit by a van.

He's in critical condition.

I saw footage of that on the news last night.

They did not mention anything about him being a fugitive.

We kept it quiet till we figured out who he was.

You gotta keep that quiet.

You wouldn't want anyone to know.

Great work, Detective Sportelli. You arrested the unconscious man.

Did you have to cuff him when he was down on the sidewalk there?

How'd you I.D. him?

Ballistics tied the weapon he was carrying to four unsolved hits.

You here to gloat?

No, I'm here to help you.

We found surveillance photos and handwritten notes in his car, parked about a block away.

Looks like his next target is going to be a Navy Lieutenant Commander named Geoffrey Brett.

You got any leads on who hired Arliss?

We need to interview him. Where is he?

Washington General Hospital prison ward.

I'll call you when he's able to speak.

Great detective work, Sportelli. I think we're all very proud of you.

Always a pleasure, DiNozzo.

Boss, Commander Brett's an Academy grad.

Top Gun pilot.

Flew F-18 Hornets in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Got shot down over Kunar Province.

Wait a second. I know him.

That's the guy that survived by eating mud, bark and bugs while evading the Taliban.

Took the Marines two weeks to find and rescue him.

One tough S.O.B.

He's divorced, has one daughter.

Currently assigned as a legislative fellow to the House Armed Services Committee.

Good afternoon. Lieutenant Commander Brett's office.

You say this guy was trying to kill me.

Got a good reason to believe so.

He's a wanted contract killer.

This is crazy.

I can't think of anyone who would want me dead.

It's got to be a joke.

Captain Thornton put you up to this, didn't he?

I don't know Captain Thornton.

Clearly this must be some sort of mistake.

Metro police came to us with solid evidence.

You said the guy's been caught, so there's nothing to worry about.

Whoever hired him to kill you, wants you dead.

They'll find someone else to do the job.

We would like to put you in protective custody until we know more.

You're serious?

I can take care of myself.

My job is to advise the members of the Armed Services Committee.

There's a critical vote about to take place on the Hill regarding a substantial military expenditure.

I'm going to be in sensitive meetings all week.

Let an agent shadow you at work.

We'll set you up tonight at the officers' quarters at the Navy Yard.

Yeah, I don't know, I've...

And who will be the agent shadowing me?

Hi, Ducky.

Just a second, Abby.

I'm just finishing cleaning and lubricating the Hornby model of my namesake...

"The Mallard", magnificent locomotive.

It set the world speed record for a steam engine back in 1938.

126 miles per hour.

It was on a slight downgrade between Bytham and Essendine.

Remained in service until 1960...

What's the matter?

Do you have a minute?

Certainly.

I just came from the hospital.

I heard.

Donating a kidney is not a decision to be taken lightly.

The transplant coordinator said that I'm not the only one that's a match.

There's also a guy.

Really?

Well, usually it's hard to find one donor that's a match.

Yeah, exactly.

That's why she was amazed that she found a brother and a sister both willing to donate.

Your brother also volunteered?

No. I spoke to Luca.

He doesn't know anything about it.

I'm confused.

Why does the transplant coordinator think that you and this man are... siblings?

As part of the screening process, we had to give a mitochondrial DNA sample.

Ours was a dead-on match, Ducky.

More than 99.9%.

We have to be full-on brother and sister, right?

I pressed the coordinator for details... like his name and address, but she clammed up, saying she'd said too much already.

It's pro forma for all donors' medical and personal records to be kept confidential.

Could my parents have had another child they gave up for adoption?

I mean, it doesn't make any sense.

I don't believe it.

And neither does my little brother Luca. He's as blown away as I am.

With your parents deceased, isn't there anyone else you can ask?

Thanks for listening.

I think we should have waited for Gibbs.

No time. Sportelli said he was conscious.

We don't know for how long.

When we get into the room, you let me do the talking.

Why?

The Cooler's evaded the FBI for years.

Getting him to tell us who took out the hit on Commander Brett is going to take a deft hand.

And that's you?

You didn't even know who The Cooler was until I told you.

Neither did Ziva.

I need to talk to him alone, so you've got to get Sportelli out of the room.

And how am I supposed to do that?

I don't know... you distract him.

Talk about your stupid obsession with jet packs... men strapped to rockets.

I am not obsessed.

Special agents.

You're not going to get to talk to Arliss, boys.

You said we could.

He flatlined.

He's dead?

Over and out.

Hard to believe this guy was an infamous killer.

Up until yesterday, his only claim to fame was salesman of the year as a manufacturer's rep for a furniture company.

He's got a wife, two kids, no criminal record.

Not even a parking ticket.

He evaded the FBI for years by hiding in plain sight.

In a weird way, you got to admire the guy...

He's a mass murderer.

Despicable.

Nothing to admire.

You connect him to anyone who knows the commander?

No. Metro's got a team going through his house.

If only I could have interrogated him, I tell ya.

Five minutes in my magic hands and I would have had him coughing up the name of that hit man.

5 minutes?

5 minutes, because I learned from the best.

We need to find out who hired him.

I've been looking for enemies.

But Commander Brett is a decorated hero.

He's well-liked. Spoke to his former C.O.

He climbed over people while angling for his plum assignment on the Hill, but no one denies he deserved it.

While angling for his plum assignment on the Hill? Who talks like that?

I'm already five minutes late.

Is your day always this busy?

Some are worse.

Especially when there's a big vote.

It's the first time I've ever been accompanied by a woman who's packing.

Packing?

Carrying a gun.

Why does someone who looks like you become an NCIS agent?

What are agents supposed to look like?

Stern, surly, humorless.

The problem with you guys is you're too uptight.

Try lightening up a little.

Agent Ziva, relax. I know him.

Sorry, Nick. You okay?

Yeah. No!

What the hell is going on?

They mistakenly believe I need protection. It's nothing really.

You just roughed up one of the barons of K Street.

He avoids using the pejorative. I'm a lobbyist.

Are you going to be in your office later this afternoon? I need to talk to you.

Yeah, I'll be back around 4:00.

Great. Nice meeting you, I think.

Thanks for being so discreet.

What the hell's DiNozzo doing?

I don't know.

Are you sure about Arliss' wife?

She thought he was on the road, selling furniture.

Be my guest. Talk to her. Look around.

Better move fast.

FBI's on their way.

They're taking over.

Hate those guys. Glory hounds.

I'd rather deal with you than the Bureau.

I don't blame you.

Something's wrong here.

I paced off the inside and outside of the garage.

There's a couple feet missing.

Looks like there's some electrical power going behind this wall.

Sounds hollow.

There's something back here.

There's a seam.

That's interesting.

Eureka.

The FBI'S gonna have a field day.

Oh, yeah, they will.

Do you want to let us take the computer?

Our people are real good.

Our people are real good.

You'll tell me what you find.

No, this doesn't have anything to do with a sweepstakes.

No, no, I'm Abigail, your niece...

Gloria's daughter?

What're you doing?

I found something on Arliss' computer.

I need to clone his hard drive. Do you have your USB-3 cable?

No, no, I'm not a cheerleader anymore.

I graduated high school a long time ago.

I'm sorry. I can't bring you bonbons now.

I live in Washington DC, now.

I'll visit soon, yeah, I promise.

No, this is, this is Abby.

Okay, Aunt Gert, go have your dinner.

Love you. Bye.

Abby, you okay?

I just thought if anyone would know about my parents giving up a child, it'd be my Aunt Gert, but she can't even remember her own name, poor thing.

Her dementia's gotten so bad.

That your aunt?

No, it's my mom.

She was beautiful.

She was beautiful.

What'd you find?

Well, the day before Arliss was hit by the truck, he received a $25, 000 wire transfer from the brokerage account of a "George Kaplan".

$25, 000.

That's how much it costs to get somebody whacked these days?

Mr. Kaplan lives at 1313 Branchport Avenue, Northwest, apartment 3C.

I wish you could spend the night, honey but something has come up and Daddy has to stay in the city, okay?

I'll talk to your mother.

We'll see if we can work out something for the weekend.

Yes, I promise.

Okay, I love you, sweetheart. Bye.

How old is she?

Eight.

She has special needs, but she doesn't let it stop her.

She's a great kid.

She's adorable. What's her name?

Matilda.

I call her Tilly.

She's my life.

You found something.

You know a man named George Kaplan?

Should I?

We believe he put out the hit on you.

Well, has he been arrested?

Not yet. We got a lead on an address. We're still looking for him.

This is getting crazier.

Why would someone I don't know want to have me killed?

And about my daughter?

My ex wanted to take Tilly to her parent's house in Hilton Head.

I'm gonna tell her to do it.

What do you expect to see?

I don't know. You'd think a guy who popped 25 grand for a hit would live in better digs than this.

I've been meaning on getting that fixed.

Boss, this is the landlady, Mrs. Roach.

Understand you don't have a warrant, Boss.

I can get one if you want.

Let's get this over with. I'm missing Judge Judy.

Kaplan's got terrible taste.

The apartment comes furnished.

I picked everything out.

How long's Kaplan been living here?

Over a year. Maybe a year and a half.

No clothes in the closet.

No food.

When's the last time you saw Kaplan?

When I rented him the apartment.

You haven't seen him since?

Don't think so.

You don't find it strange someone rents an apartment then doesn't use it?

He's my best tenant. Doesn't make any noise.

His business manager sends a check, every month, on time.

Guy who lives in this dump like this has a business manager?

No offense.

What's the business manager's name?

I don't know.

I mean, I got the name in my apartment.

I suppose you want me to go down and get it.

You wanna come with me, Boss?

I'll wait here.

It's what they call a turkey vulture. 20 years past a cougar.

Still likes to hunt, but too old to take down the prey.

I wouldn't bet on that.

Dust for prints, Boss?

It's late.

I'm not that hungry.

Let's just get to the Navy Yard.

I don't want to spend the night there.

Hopefully, it won't be for long.

Let's take the stairs. It's quicker.

After you.

Sorry.

Open it.

Goodbye.

Any response to the BOLO?

I felt, all day, he wanted to shake me.

Hard to protect someone who doesn't want to be.

His cell's still off.

What was his schedule this morning?

Has to be in his office by 11:00 a.m. for a conference call with Admiral Mosley in Pearl Harbor.

I doubt he'll miss that.

You got anything?

There's no DC driver's license or passport issued to a George Kaplan at 1313 Branchport Avenue, Northwest.

We're trying surrounding states, but it's common name.

There's gonna be a lot of hits.

Military or criminal record?

I got something.

The Social Security number of the George Kaplan on Branchport Avenue.

Why does it sound so familiar?

Where'd you get the number?

Kaplan's stockbroker.

Turns out he's got $1.1 mil in the account that paid for the hit man.

Broker give you a description?

He ever met him.

Dealt with the business manager, a Drew Turner.

It's the same name we got from the landlady.

The broker says it's not unusual. Deals with managers all the time.

Turns out that Turner had power of attorney.

All the documentation you need to open an account.

Which means he's got Kaplan's Social Security number and address which has to be a residence. Can't be a P.O. box.

Kaplan files State and federal tax returns.

Prepared by...

Drew Turner. Time to talk to him.

Subpoena the records of Kaplan's account. Now.

You're a woman.

What gave it away?

Agents McGee and DiNozzo. We need to speak with you.

Navy investigators.

I am running really late to a meeting with the IRS.

Come on in.

I just got back into town this morning.

Listen, they are only auditing your entertainment expenses and I'm bringing copies of all your receipts.

So relax, you have nothing to worry about, Harry.

I can meet you in ten...

15 minutes at the most.

Okay, bye.

Nervous client. First time being audited. Sorry.

Must be nice... working out of your home.

Never late to work.

I bet.

CPA. So you do personal tax returns?

It's impressive.

We're looking for a client of yours, George Kaplan.

Do you know where we can find him?

You check his apartment?

Maybe he's out of town.

He seems to move around a lot.

I haven't seen him since last tax season.

Can you describe him?

On the shorter side, five-eight maybe.

Dark hair.

I don't know him that well.

I just helped him set up an investment account and do his taxes once a year.

What is this about?

Do you know a Lieutenant Commander named Geoffrey Brett?

No. Sorry.

And I gotta get going.

I mean, my client is at the IRS office and he is hyperventilating.

We need you to come by the Navy Yard and help us with a sketch of Kaplan.

Are you gonna be there?

Definitely.

You'll be working with our forensic scientist Abby Sciuto.

Whatever.

I'll be there as soon as I'm done. Let's say an hour, two at the most?

Sounds good. Thanks.

How much trouble am I in?

You're not taking the threat on your life seriously.

You're right, I'm not. It's bogus.

Fact: a professional hit man is targeting you.

You have no basis. I can't, for the life of me, think of anyone I've pissed off.

Why'd you ditch me?

Okay, this is awkward.

The truth?

That would be nice.

I was uncomfortable having you with me in meetings all day, but there was no way I could let you accompany me last night.

I was with a woman.

She married?

No and no jealous ex-boyfriends. Trust me, I thought of that.

You two don't get it. I've got a life to live.

And if anyone's trying to kill me I can take care of myself.

I'm glad this is your detail and not mine.

Go on.

What do you got, Abs?

Gibbs, you scared me.

What are you doing?

I'm searching male birth records from Jefferson Parish, Louisiana.

You find anything?

How'd you make out with the prints found in Kaplan's apartment?

I haven't gotten to them yet.

What about the computer sketch?

His business manager never showed up.

Did you tell Tony, McGee?

I've been a little distracted.


I need you.

I appreciate it.

Broker said he got a call from Drew Turner, the hot, sexy accountant, last week, authorizing the money transfer to Costa Rica from Kaplan's account.

She told us she hadn't spoken to Kaplan since last tax season.

She lied.

I guess she won't be doing your taxes.

I'm going to call Gibbs.

Hold it, probie.

I'm the one who subpoenaed the brokerage papers.

Yeah, but I'm the one that traced the transfer to the gambling Web site.

Boss, that's me.

Actually, that was me.

I got Kaplan's brokerage statement.

Week before the 25 grand was wired to the hit man there was a $500, 000 withdrawal.

I tracked it to an online gambling Web site in Costa Rica.

Transaction was initiated by Kaplan's business manager, Drew Turner.

We told you Drew is a woman, right?

Of course we did.

She is authorized to sign on the account.

You knew that, too.

She told us she hadn't talked to Kaplan in months.

We think that little kitty cat is up to something.

Clearly, she and George Kaplan were in this together.

Turner did not show to do the sketch with Abby.

Bring her in.

She's not home.

Car's here.

I'm gonna have Abby track her cell.

What do you expect to see, Tony?

You don't have to track her cell. She's home.

What's she doing?

Not much.

We better call Gibbs.

She's a civilian.

I want the body.

No. We found her.

She's our lead to who may have put out the hit out on the commander.

A lot of good she's gonna do you dead.

She leave a suicide note?

The late Ms. Turner did not commit suicide.

What are you talking about? She hung herself.

Meet Metro Detective Sportelli.

Good morning. I'd shake hands, but...

I'm cool.

What are you thinking, Duck?

The hanging was staged.

How can you tell?

Well, to begin with, suicide by hanging is very unusual uncharacteristic for a female.

So I was suspicious.

Human flesh reacts differently after death.

When a person hangs themselves they are suspended by the neck with the weight of the body pulling downwards.

The ligature creates a furrow with a pattern that runs from the front to the back.

But when the ligature is applied after death as in this case, you can see it's fairly even.

The tissue, not being infused with blood, reacts differently.

It's drier and more yellowish.

Then how did she die?

I opened up the neck, and I found bruising on her organs consistent with manual strangulation.

Ms. Turner was choked to death, and then hanged to make it look as if the manner of death was indeed suicide.

A cover-up?

Fake suicide?

Think she was killed by George Kaplan?

What if there isn't a Kaplan?

The only person other than Drew Turner who says that they met Kaplan is his landlady, and she's got a real fuzzy memory.

We've got no photo I.D. of him.

Maybe Drew Turner was Kaplan.

I don't know.

She doesn't look like a George to me. Besides... they did sign the authorization card for the brokerage account.

She could've disguised her handwriting, signed both.

Faked suicide, fake names women pretending to be men.

This is getting messy.

I tell you what...

I'm out of here.

I'll let you duke it out with the FBI.

So long, Gibbs.

How does this all tie into Commander Brett?

We still don't know why someone wants him dead.

It's like Deep Throat said in All the President's Men:

"Follow the money".

There's over a million bucks in Kaplan's account still.

We know what he spent some of it on. Paying off gambling debts ordering a hit.

Where'd the money come from?

I'm going to try and get Abby to compare both signatures, see if they were made by the same person.

Try, McGee?

Abby's been real distracted by this brother thing.

I noticed. She had no luck finding the guy.

Do your thing.

See what you can find out about the brother.

Nope, never heard the name.

Who is he?

She.

Kaplan's business manager.

She was found dead yesterday.

How did she die?

Murdered.

There's a connection to the hit on you.

That is why you need to stay in protective custody, Commander.

All right.

You convinced me.

I won't fight you anymore.

Look at the spacing between the letters and the names.

I compared the relative height, width, size and slant of the letters that are common to both names... "E", "N" and "R".

The baseline habits are totally different, these signatures were definitely made by two separate people.

You sure?

McGee.

Now, look at Kaplan's signature.

The counter of the "A"s and the cramped loop of the "E"... it's a very masculine trait.

There's a difference between male and female handwriting?

Of course.

I was wrong.

There is a George Kaplan, and he's out there somewhere.

I'm going to dust the original signature card.

Maybe Kaplan left a print when he signed it.

My dynamic duo.

Does anyone know where I can find Gibbs?

Think he's still in the conference room. What do you got?

"I know where Kaplan got the money."

Can you just try telling us like a normal human being?

All the funds were wired from the Broussard Banque in Geneva, Switzerland.

Whose account?

I don't know yet.

But I'm going to find out. See ya!

We got to keep him away from that new coffee machine.

You got a sec? We need to talk.

I think we're losing Kenneally's vote.

Hello.

Hi.

I'll let you two talk.

She's still here. You going to tell me what's going on?

NCIS says there's been a threat on my life.

Don't worry. It's got to be a mistake.

This will all go away in a couple days.

In the last year and a half, there have been four deposits into George Kaplan's account, totaling $1.5 million.

They all came from the Broussard Banque in Switzerland.

Special Agent Survoy in Marseilles is currently trying to find out who authorized the transfer of funds to Kaplan.

Abby looks like she's in a better mood.

You got something?

I pulled the prints of three people off the brokerage account signature card.

One was a clerk that works in the file room.

And Drew Turner, the business manager.

And... ta-da...

Lieutenant Commander Geoffrey Brett.

His fingerprints are on the card?

There's more.

Look at the uppercase "G"s, and then the lowercase, "O"s, "E"s and "R"s.

Those signatures came from the same person.

Lieutenant Commander Geoffrey Brett is George Kaplan.

It doesn't make sense.

What did Brett put a hit out on himself?

Did he kill Drew Turner?

We need proof that Brett and Drew Turner knew each other.

George Kaplan!

Of course.

I'm slipping. What took me so long?

Spit it out, DiNozzo.

The Hitchcock classic, North by Northwest...

George Kaplan is the name of the guy who never existed.

Brett created Kaplan to hide the money, he was getting from the Broussard Banque in Switzerland.

Drew Turner had to be in on it. She helped Brett set the whole thing up.

She opened up a brokerage account under the fake name, filed all the tax returns and rented an apartment so they'd have a valid mailing address.

DiNozzo, fill Ziva in.

Can Brett hear you?

Yes, of course.

You sitting down?

What is it?

Put on your most Mossad/ninja face. No big reaction.

Commander Brett is George Kaplan.

They are one and the same person.

Really?

What's the plan?

Gibbs wants you to hang in there until we know more.

Don't let him out of your sight like you did last time.

Nice.

I'll wait for you to call me back, sweetheart.

Good luck.

Bye.

Boyfriend?

DiNozzo, get me Special Agent Survoy in Marseilles.

I want to know who this money's coming from.

Boss.

What is that?

That call was from a friend, at Health and Human Services.

This is the name and address of the man whose DNA matches Abby's.

What should I do with it?

I'll take care of it.

You bring me a Caf-POW as my reward?

No. I've got something else for you.

Is that what I think it is?

His name's Kyle Davis?

That's a lot of responsibility. What are you gonna do with it?

I want to meet him.

Okay.

You sure you want to open that door?

You want me to go with you?

I think this is something I have to do alone.

You've always known what's best for Abby.

Yeah, it's Gibbs.

I've been in contact with Broussard Banque in Geneva.

Under the 2009 information-sharing agreement with the United States, they gave me the name of the company who wired the funds to "George Kaplan".

It's a foreign subsidiary to Stembridge Marine.

It's one of the largest naval shipbuilders in the U.S.

And Brett's the liaison for the House Armed Services Committee.

For the past year, he's been running up and down the halls of Congress, pushing Stembridge Marine's $14 billion aircraft carrier.

It's like having their own lobbyist.

Can you say "kickback"?

Thank you, Special Agent Survoy.

I heard there's an opening in Contingency Response.

Could you put in a good...

Boss, I ran a matrix comparing Brett's and Drew Turner's credit card statements.

Almost every Thursday night over the last two years, they've both hung at the 1812 Pub.

Bartender thought they were an item.

Brett couldn't explain his massive income.

Not on a Navy salary.

He had to launder it, so he got a little help from his bar honey/accountant, Drew Turner.

They created the fictitious George Kaplan, then they ran the money through the brokerage account, so they could make it legal.

It was brilliant.

Until it went sideways.

Hi.

Cute?

He has a great personality.

You want to hold him?

Do I know you from somewhere?

I don't think so.

The dog park on 11th, right?

I've never been there.

You sure look familiar.

Are you looking to rescue a pet today?

I was just window-shopping.

But I really admire what you do here.

I love your dog collar.

We have a pit bull terrier that has one just like it.

Come take a look.

You'll get a kick out of her.

Come on.

The vote's in a couple days.

I have better things to do than be dragged back to NCIS.

We had a break in the case.

Why don't you just tell me what it is?

"Interrogation Room"?

That doesn't sound good.

Oh. Sorry.

Did not know this room was used.

Not a problem. Just finishing up here.

You know Nick Sandlock.

We were just talking about Stembridge, kickbacks and Swiss banks.

We can talk in here.

Bye-bye.

Special Agent McGee.

You look like you may need to sit down, Commander.

Sounded like a pretty sweet plan till Drew Turner got in trouble.

What was it, Costa Rica?

Her gambling?

She was addicted to it.

When did you realize she was using your money to pay off her bets?

When you said "George Kaplan" took out a hit on me.

Drew was the only other person who knew that name.

With you dead, she'd have access to everything in the account.

The greedy bitch used the money to have me killed.

That why you ditched Ziva?

So you could go after her?

I was putting that money away for my daughter.

For her future needs.

I think this is where I tell you I need to talk to a lawyer.

Door's unlocked, Abs.

Hi, Gibbs.

So?

You see the guy?

Kyle?

My brother?

Yeah.

How'd it go?

It was fine.

I didn't tell him who I was.

He seems really, really nice.

He doesn't need the added stress.

He just got chosen to donate a kidney, and the operation's tomorrow.

I have things I have to work out, you know?

Are you drinking tea?

Yeah.

Don't tell Ducky. He'll give me a lecture on brewing.

What do you need to work out?

This whole brother-sister thing.

It didn't make any sense to me.

Kyle and me... our DNA is a total match.

So, we have to have the same biological parents.

So then I was like, what did they give him up for adoption?

And I can't imagine, the wonderful, loving parents that raised me and Luca ever giving up a child.

But they would have adopted a child.

And they did.

Me.

I'm adopted, Gibbs.

How do you know that?

This is my mom's hair.

And I ran a DNA test on it and I compared it to mine.

It wasn't a biological match, Gibbs.

So I...

I don't know who I am anymore.

I don't know who my parents were.

I'm just like... like Little Orphan Abby.

You're still the same person.

Your parents... they're still your parents, as you remember them.

Family's more than just... DNA.

It's about... people who care and take care of each other.

I know.

But why didn't they tell me I was adopted?

I mean, there's got to be a reason.

And I need to find out before, I completely turn Luca and Kyle's lives upside down.

You don't have to do this alone, Abby.

You've got a family.

And we'll help you through it.