Previously on "NCIS..." Target secure.
Sending out the hostage.
Coming in from the back.
Knight's gonna be working on the investigation with us.
Was it worth it?
Some things, Bishop, they have a cost.
I'm Marcie, by the way.
I knew the m*rder victim.
Hannah.
The k*ller is still out there.
I want you to help me find him.
So now there are three.
This is starting to look like a...
- Serial k*ller.
- Yeah.
Talk to me, Bishop.
Still breathing, McGee.
Hold your position.
Backup's on the way.
Can't wait.
Two sh*ts left.
Cover me.
I got to get a better angle.
Don't do it, Ellie.
You move, you get sh*t.
Cover me.
Three, two, one.
- Ellie?
- I'm okay, I'm okay.
I'm not hit.
Here are the g*ns they were trying to sell.
And the guy who ran?
Escaped out the back.
These two?
Uh, dead.
- Mm, they sure as hell are.
- Hmm.
What?
Mm-hmm.
- Hmm?
- What...
the hell was that?
Hmm.
Good morning to you, too, Nick.
Good morning?
That's it.
We're gonna pretend like you didn't go Lara Croft last night?
sh**ting, sliding, sh**ting?
And don't give me any "those were lucky sh*ts," because luck has nothing to do with that.
I want answers.
So do I, Agent Torres.
Why did you turn that warehouse into a sh**ting gallery?
I authorized an undercover g*n buy.
Yes, and that is what it was supposed to be, Director.
The plan was for Torres and McGee to pose as buyers, so we could figure out who was selling stolen Navy weapons.
But we got made.
- How?
- I don't know.
As soon as McGee and I walked in, they started sh**ting.
And Agent Bishop sh*t back.
Oh, yeah, she did.
She k*lled two out of the three g*n dealers.
But not the dealer that this whole operation was meant to take down?
No.
The top guy, known as Mr. Flori, is the guy who got away.
Any ID on his friends?
No, they, uh, they travelled light.
No wallets, just burn phones, and their fingerprints aren't in the system.
Where's McGee?
He's down with Kasie.
They're trying to hack the dead guys' burn phones.
Not trying.
Succeeding.
Got in, found out that both suspects have been calling the same number almost every day this week.
- Did you trace the number?
- I did.
To a landline.
Got an address.
Put down the hammer, Gibbs.
The seas have parted, the sun is shining, I made a spreadsheet and it has paid off.
Did you hear me?
Whoa.
Good morning.
Need more coffee?
No.
See, this is the part where you're supposed to say, "Wow, Marcie, that is great. What did you find?" and I say, "I found another pattern."
For the love of God.
Here, just-just look at these dates.
Look at the dates.
Hannah was k*lled days after Brian.
The third victim was k*lled exactly days after that.
I mean, so what do you call that?
Our serial k*ller has a pattern.
Okay, what is wrong with you?
Nothing.
You are pricklier than normal.
No, no, I'm-I'm good.
You're not.
Tell me.
Hey, will you stop with the questions?
Look, I'm not one of your stories.
Anymore, you mean.
Come on, what's going on with you?
You have a thorn in your paw?
A hole in your boat?
Boat's done.
Oh.
Well, that's interesting.
What?
Oh, I don't know.
You...
...day-drinking from a jar.
Maybe building the boat meant more than finishing the boat?
If your chart's right, there should be another dead body out there days from the third.
Right, which would've been last month.
But, trust me, I have stayed up nights looking and I can't find anything.
Doesn't mean it's not there.
Wow.
I just can't believe I didn't think of that before I ran down all those stairs.
Not to diminish your talent as an excellent boat builder, but you are also a detective, right?
I mean, I could use a little help here.
Expand the search.
Look into missing persons.
Could be another body out there from last month that hasn't showed up yet.
Oh.
Right.
Thank you, Gibbs.
I appreciate it.
Oh, and by the way, if it makes you feel any better, um, well, it's not done yet.
What?
It's bad luck to launch a boat without a name.
Clear.
Clear.
Clear.
And by clear, I mean, like, empty.
Like, no furniture, not even a, uh...
Phone.
Well, I was gonna say couch, but yeah, no phone.
No, I mean, there's-there's got to be a landline around here somewhere, that's how we found this place.
I didn't see one.
Uh, I got a jack in here.
Guys.
What you got?
Crawl space.
Well, I'd say we found their stash house.
Yeah, and these are some big g*ns.
"U.S. Government." This is strange.
Found this in there.
NSA documents.
Huh.
Well, this is all classified.
Why would gunrunners, uh, have stolen NSA intel?
'Cause they're not just selling weapons.
They're selling secrets.
All right, what does it say?
This report details a secret op where the U.S.
used Syrian refugees as bait to lure an al-Qaeda leader out of hiding.
- Is that even legal?
- Legal, yes.
- Ethical?
Hmm.
- No wonder the NSA didn't want those details to see the light of day.
It still doesn't explain how a bunch of, uh, g*n nuts stole the classified file.
That's a question for the NSA.
Well, we've looped them in already.
They're investigating now.
I can help you with that.
Director Vance gave me this empty desk so I could type up my after action report from the expl*si*n that...
Anyway, I've worked with the NSA on dozens of joint ops, so I have a couple of contacts over there that I could call.
And, yes, I was eavesdropping.
We appreciate the offer, Agent Knight, but, uh, actually, Bishop has this one covered.
She was an analyst there when this report was written.
Uh, well, that was over ten years ago, McGee, and most of my contacts are gone by now.
Uh, so anything you could dig up.
On it.
I could use a distraction anyway.
Jimmy's got something.
All right, well...
I guess, uh, keep digging, so we can ID these arms dealers.
I'd love a ginger ale, please.
Hi, Kase.
I have the item.
Why are you whispering?
Why are you not?
Because there's no reason to.
Thank goodness.
I-I didn't know the protocol.
When you first asked me for a bug detector, my mind starting working overtime, thinking, you know, maybe you were in trouble or something.
Are you in trouble or something?
Uh, or something.
Ah.
Here you go.
How do you use this?
Oh, it's completely idiot-proof.
Uh, but a quick overview never hurt.
So, you just press...
this button to turn it on, and then you just sort of sweep it in front of you as you walk through the room.
If it detects a listening device or anything transmitting an RF signal, it beeps.
The closer you get, the louder it beeps.
- There you go, hon.
- Great.
So, are you being bugged?
Not at this second.
- Enjoy your ginger ale.
- Well...
And there is the b*llet hole through your right ventricle.
You know, your pal over there got sh*t through the heart, as well, which you might find quite incredible if you weren't, uh, you know...
Hey, Jimmy.
- What you got for me?
- I have a question.
Is it true that Bishop was doing some crazy slide move when she fired off both the fatal sh*ts?
Yeah.
Wow.
That is two bull's-eyes.
That is, like, some video game-level stuff.
Is it just me, or has she, uh, become quite the marksman lately?
No, not just you.
But, hey, right now, I would rather you and I talk about...
Our two dead arms dealers.
Got anything that can help us ID them?
It's a long sh*t, but maybe.
Apples.
I found this in the stomachs of both of our suspects, which means they shared a final meal together, and that meal included...
Apples.
Maybe apples.
Like I said, I-I can't tell.
So I'm sending it up to Kasie for analysis.
But if she can ID the fruit, then maybe it'll help you find the bad guy that got away.
- How, exactly?
- I-I don't know.
Th-That's your job.
I'm...
Y...
I do this, and then you solve the crimes.
Thanks, Jimmy.
Told you it was a long sh*t!
♪ It was a beautiful day ♪ ♪ The sun b*at down ♪ ♪ I had the radio on ♪ ♪ I was drivin'... ♪
Hey.
Boy, you were right.
I found somebody really interesting.
God, I love this song.
♪ Little Runaway ♪ Okay.
Brings back a lot of memories.
♪ Yeah, runnin' down a dream... ♪ Someone
- might be listening.
- What?
I've had somebody following me.
♪ Goin' wherever it leads... ♪
I found a bug in my basement.
- D-Do you think it's the k*ller?
- I don't know.
But if they're watching me, Marcie, they're watching you.
♪ I felt so good... ♪
You think this office could be bugged?
I don't know.
Maybe.
♪ And rubbed my eyes ♪ ♪ The last three days ♪ ♪ The rain was unstoppable ♪ ♪ It was always cold ♪ ♪ No sunshine ♪ ♪ Yeah, runnin' down a dream... ♪
No.
I am not walking away.
- It's why.
- I've been working on this...
It's why you walk away.
Marcie, don't become the story.
And that was Tom Petty with his classic "Runnin' Down a Dream."
It began when he was just years old when he had a chance to meet Elvis,
- who happened to be filming a movie...
- Well, hey, you are right.
- ...called Follow That Dream.
- That is a great song.
Oh, yeah.
I mean, come on.
Petty?
- So, um, have you had any luck?
- Nope.
I hit a brick wall.
I'm stuck, too.
So, are you thinking that my serial k*ller theory is wrong?
I think the murders don't connect.
So maybe we're just chasing a ghost.
No, no, not me.
I'm done.
Take care, Marcie.
Okay.
See ya.
Thanks, Gibbs.
Mark Mod SPR.
Mod SPR, check.
It's a SEAL Team r*fle.
Gas-operated, rotating bolt, semiautomatic.
Damn.
What?
Well, I'm just thinking that maybe NCIS needs bigger g*ns.
Ha.
Yeah, that's just what the world needs: A few more g*ns they can't keep track of.
And the NSA can't keep track of their highly classified documents.
Yeah.
Well, whoever took them from the NSA's code-level servers risked a lot more than their career.
Yes, they did.
Director, everything okay?
I just got off the phone with NSA.
They did a forensic back trace on those documents.
They feel pretty confident as to who originally leaked the file.
It was you, Agent Bishop.
I understand this comes as a shock.
Well, that's putting it mildly, Deputy Director Ellis.
NSA is accusing one of my agents of violating the Espionage Act.
Which is why I thought we would be speaking in private.
I think Agent Bishop deserves to hear directly from her accuser.
Very well.
In an effort to trace how and when the "Syrian Refugee" intel was leaked, our agency has been combing through database records.
And all of our findings point back to a single source: Former NSA analyst Eleanor Bishop.
Yeah, well, your findings are wrong.
Agent Bishop.
Ma'am, is there any chance that your evidence could have been altered?
You're asking if Agent Bishop is being framed?
Ma'am, your intel was found in the possession of illegal arms dealers.
It's possible that they were planning to use it to blackmail her in order to get us to back off.
It doesn't explain the fact that the data was leaked ten years ago, long before your arms dealers were in the picture.
And you're certain of your time frame?
I'm sorry.
But former analyst Bishop is the only person to access this specific data on that specific date.
Deputy Director, with your permission, NCIS would like to review your findings and conduct our own internal investigation first.
You have hours.
Thank you.
We're coming for you, Agent Bishop.
Sir...
You don't have to defend yourself to me.
I believe in your innocence wholeheartedly.
- Thank you.
- Even still, until this is cleared up, I'm gonna need you to go home.
What?
NCIS has had enough drama these last couple of months.
I'm not Gibbs.
Meaning what?
Meaning I'm innocent.
And hopefully, your team will be able to prove that.
And then everyone, including the NSA, will know the truth.
Go home, Agent Bishop.
Kasie.
How's it going with the apples?
Fruit has to wait.
What in the world is going on with Bishop?
Ah.
Um, it's-it's just a-a misunderstanding.
Hopefully.
Hopefully?
Don't you mean it's obviously a misunderstanding?
She's the last person who'd leak classified documents.
- Kasie, I know.
I know.
- She's...
We all know, and we're gonna figure it out.
But first...
But first, is she being framed?
If so, why?
Okay?
How did the arms dealer even get the documents
- to begin with?
- Okay, these are all great questions that we are gonna ask the arms dealer once we find him, but first, we have to find him, so...
You're right.
Feast your eyes on the crataegus pinnatifida, better known as the Chinese hawthorn.
- So not an apple?
- Uh, no, but similar.
It's used in a Northern Chinese delicacy called bingtanghulu.
Very hard to find in the States.
And believe me, I've been trying.
All right.
Well, let's keep trying.
Figure out where they ate the bing, and we just might find our arms dealer.
- Great work, Kase.
Thank you.
- Ah, anytime.
And Bishop didn't do it!
I know.
Rule ?
I'm drawing a blank.
Which one is that?
Oh, it's the one that comes after .
Hmm.
McGee and Torres called, told me what happened.
Mm.
You okay?
Yeah.
No, I'm good.
I mean, I've been better.
You know what?
I-I'm pissed.
You want to talk about it?
That's why I'm here.
Okay.
Let's talk.
Who are you pissed at?
The NSA?
Ah.
Vance.
You.
Me?
- Mm.
- What'd I do?
We're supposed to be a team, Gibbs, and you have kept us all in the dark.
About what?
We have no clue when or even if you're coming back.
That's a question for Vance, not me.
I'm suspended, remember?
- Okay.
Big deal.
- Me, too.
Okay.
Then you should know that we don't decide if or when we come back.
No.
No, you're right.
But we do decide when we're ready to cut bait and move on.
Whoa.
Wait.
; You think I've moved on?
You know, I think Vance made it really clear that all you had to do to get reinstated was just to express a little remorse.
There's not a chance in hell I'm gonna apologize to that dog-k*lling...
Not him.
Us.
Is that why you're here, Bishop?
You want me to say I'm sorry?
I want you to say something, Gibbs.
I-I want you to stop hiding.
I'm not hiding.
You-you disappeared without a word.
Sometimes there's nothing left to be said.
What is this about really, Bishop?
Because you picked a hell of a time in your life to come at me.
Well, there's a lot about my life that you don't know.
Yeah, I am starting to realize that.
Huh.
You're not ever coming back, are you?
Yes, it's real.
It's spelled B-I-N-G... tanghulu.
Thanks.
No luck?
Stores don't have it, farmers markets don't have it.
Nobody even knows what the hell that the thing is.
Oh, Chinese restaurants do.
I found three that have it on their menu.
They're sending over security footage of their dining rooms now.
Tim, why are you calling restaurants?
I told you I would handle it.
You only have hours to do your computer magic and find out how Bishop is being framed.
I'm trying, okay?
It's just...
- What?
- I've run a forensic back trace, okay, I've checked swap files, I've pored over every inch of slack space on those drives, and I've come to the same conclusion the NSA has.
So you're both wrong.
I hope so.
I mean, yeah, we... we have to be.
I just can't figure out how.
Because you're too worried with this bingtang-whatevers to be focused, man.
Just...
give me the restaurant's footage, I'll watch it.
Nick, it's hours, and hours of work, okay?
With-with Gibbs gone and-and Bishop at home...
Put me in, Coach.
Sound really travels in here.
Okay, again, Agent Knight, we appreciate the offer, but...
But we accept.
Okay, but you're gonna need a photo of the suspects
- for reference.
- I can download them.
And then I can give Jimmy a call and ask him when, based on digestion time, he thinks they ate their last meal.
And now you can focus on proving why and how Bishop was framed.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
And speaking of the devil...
Bishop?
Bishop?
What the hell was that?
Agent Bishop.
Director.
I thought we agreed you'd remain at home for a few days.
We did.
Then why are you here?
Agent Bishop, let me put your mind at ease.
This agency will defend you
- vigorously no matter...
- Don't.
Don't what?
Don't... defend me.
Why?
NSA's intel was correct.
I did it.
I leaked that file.
Bishop actually confessed?
That's what Vance said.
There's no way that she leaked that intel.
She told Vance she did.
Said that she wishes she would have come clean about it years ago.
- Where is she now?
- Going home.
Vance fired her?
No.
She quit.
What is going on?
She doesn't want NCIS getting caught up in what's bound to happen next.
A criminal investigation?
She admitted to committing espionage, Nick.
She could lose a lot more than her badge.
But she didn't do it, and she's not answering her phone.
How am I supposed to talk to her, Tim?
Obviously, she's not ready to talk to us yet.
What happened is awful, okay?
And we're gonna be there for her when she's ready.
But right now, you and I need to be here.
We need to focus on finding this arms dealer, okay?
- Agent Knight?
- Yeah?
Actually, hold that thought.
Sorry.
I can't keep doing this over-the-hedge thing.
I'm starting to feel like Tim Allen's neighbor in Home Improvement.
First of all, let me say, I am so sorry to hear about Bishop.
Is there anything I can do?
Well, we're just kind of digesting everything right now.
Listen, you've been looking at, uh, all the security footage from the restaurants.
Any sign of Mr. Flori or his guys?
Nothing.
Sorry.
But I do have another idea.
Maybe the reason why we're not seeing Mr. Flori and his boys is because the food was delivered.
That's good.
We should call,
- uh, food delivery apps.
- Already have, and so far, I found four bingtanghulus that were delivered that day.
I've sent Kasie the names of the customers, and she's backgrounding them now.
But I do have two more apps that I need to make my way through.
Okay.
Nice.
Great.
Thank you.
Why don't you give her a hand?
Where are you going, Tim?
Hey!
You didn't even let me get out of the parking lot.
Well, you didn't seem to be in much of a rush.
I got nowhere to be.
Bishop, what were you thinking?
It doesn't matter.
It's done.
Well, it matters to me.
I get that, but I don't want to talk about it.
No, Bishop.
No, no, no.
That's not good enough, okay?
You and I have been through too much together for you to box me out like this.
Okay, look, the NSA program was wrong.
- Capturing al-Qaeda leaders is wrong?
- No.
But the way they went about it was wrong.
Using innocent people as pawns...
That's wrong.
Okay, they may not have been so innocent.
I dug deeper into that program.
NSA had intel that a lot of those refugees were actually foreign fighters using civilians as cover.
Yes, that intel was from one source, an unreliable source that we should not have trusted.
Please tell me that you regret leaking those documents.
I regret not leaking them sooner.
I-I maybe could have saved a bunch of lives.
Did it ever occur to you to maybe just file a whistleblower report?
Oh, come on, McGee.
We all know what happens to whistleblowers.
The-the reports get buried, and-and they get fired.
The system is broken.
Bishop, if you keep talking like this, we are not gonna be able to protect you.
I don't want protection!
If you're asking if I feel guilty about betraying my co-workers, yes, I do.
It kills me that-that I lied to the people I was closest to.
But that was years ago, and I have put that behind me.
It wasn't years ago for us.
Bishop, the fact that you could do something like that, just bury it for all these years, like it never even happened...
What else don't we know?
What are you doing here?
Clearly, the same thing you are.
I asked you to stay away from this investigation.
You did.
Somebody knows that we're digging into these murders.
They're not happy.
Well, you know the old adage...
Every news story pisses someone off.
This is a serial k*ller.
So, the press should give serial K*llers a free pass?
I'm saying it's dangerous.
I'm aware.
And quite frankly, I'm nervous.
But I've grown a pretty thick skin over the years.
Look, I appreciate your concern.
I-I do.
It's endearing.
But there's a story to be written here, and I'm writing it. Capisce?
So, would you like to compare notes on our potential fourth victim...
Camila Salas?
I mean...
We're both out here to look at her boat, so we're obviously on the same track.
So, according to police reports, the cops speculated that this boat was used to dump her body.
But they searched this lake, and they didn't find anything.
Think they were looking in the wrong place.
Hmm.
Pine cones?
Found 'em in the boat.
- Well, there you go.
- No.
Those are eastern whites.
These are sugar pines.
- They're not from around here?
- No.
Only the north shore.
Ah.
Where the cops never searched.
Wow.
Good work.
But the north shore is inaccessible by land.
I mean, how are we gonna get up there to search...?
No, not "we." Oh, no.
No.
Oh, no, no, no.
Oh, I knew you were gonna pull this.
No.
I'll get back to you, Marcie.
- Gibbs, you're gonna...
- Capisce?
Damn it.
And for your loyalty, you'll be entered into our free dinner giveaway.
Thank you for calling HomeStretchEatz.
HomeStretchEatz?
Oh, uh, one of the home-delivery apps that picked up from the three Chinese restaurants.
I'm calling all the customers who ordered to make sure they are who they claimed to be.
- What's with all the food?
- Oh, well.
I had to download the app for research, and I saw the menus, and I sort of got a hankering, so...
Totally get it.
Ma-po tofu?
Hmm.
Sweet and sour pork.
- Nice.
- Kase, did you find something or not?
Clock is ticking on Bishop.
Uh, you're right.
How is she?
I wouldn't know.
You haven't spoken to her?
Customers, Kase.
Right.
I, um, found customers who ordered the bing.
They all checked out except for one.
Randall Pink.
Randall Pink doesn't exist.
Either Randall really didn't want anyone to know what food he ordered, or...
Or he is our arms dealer...
Mr. Flori.
You have your vest handy?
Always.
Boss?
Hey.
Hey.
I'm sorry to barge in here.
You have a second?
Yeah.
- Always.
- Good, 'cause I don't know who else to talk to.
What is... what is all this, boss?
Um...
spring cleaning.
Spring cleaning, uh, involve taking your tools upstairs?
Well...
just reorganizing a little bit downstairs in the basement.
Um...
listen, I don't know if you heard, but Bishop...
Confessed?
I heard.
- She called you?
- Uh, no.
- Vance did.
- So you haven't talked to her since she came clean about all this?
No.
Have you?
Tried.
Chased her down in the parking lot.
But...
to be honest with you, I don't know who I was talking to.
What do you know?
Know?
Nothing more than you.
Okay, what do you think?
I think she's at a crossroads.
What crossroads, though?
I mean, she's looking at years in prison.
There's no other direction for her to go in.
Boss...
...please tell me, how do I help her?
You can't.
Can you?
No, Tim.
No, not this time.
HomeStretchEatz.
I have your online food order.
Wrong address.
This glitchy-ass app has sent me to the wrong place three times today.
You know what?
I'm just gonna leave the food here, 'cause they're gonna take it out of my paycheck anyway, and I am not drunk enough to try...
"bingtanghulu." Hands up.
NCIS.
I guess it was the right address.
We found your vacation home, Mr. Murati.
Or should I call you "Mr. Flori"?
I do not take vacations.
Is that right?
I am just a guy that enjoys the...
bingtanghulu.
I suppose you don't know anything about these g*ns, either?
You have somewhere else to be, Agent Torres?
- I'm going in there.
- I don't think so.
Director, you know what this son of a bitch did?
- Yes, I've been fully briefed.
- He grabbed that file to try to bribe Bishop, and because of him, she's about to get arrested.
I'd argue that she has a part to play in that, Agent Torres.
Hello again, Mr. Murati.
Seriously?
Wait, whoa.
Let's see what she's got.
Hope you don't mind...
I like to have a clear view of the door, just in case.
In case of what?
Oh, good, you showed him a picture of the house.
I said I've never been there.
Here's the thing about that..
We just had a couple of our agents come back from that house, and they are insanely thorough, these guys.
They found a couple of hairs.
Yeah.
They did?
- It was four hairs, actually.
- No.
Tim, how many hairs do you think a person loses in a day?
to a hundred.
No.
It can't be that many.
Yeah, look it up.
Well, Mr. Murati, I don't think it's that many, but let's just say .
Mm, I'm telling you, it's to a hundred.
Okay.
Let's say .
And let's say you hypothetically walk into to a low-traffic house, mm, maybe ten times in the last month.
What are the odds that one of those four hairs that they found is gonna be yours?
Uh... impossible.
Because I was never there.
Well, forensics is processing right now, and I am feeling pretty good about this.
If you want to help yourself out with sentencing, it's-it's now or never.
Because you're looking at ten years for the g*n charge, and you're looking at another for possession of a classified file.
What file?
The NSA documents we found at the house.
They're not mine.
You're right, they're not, but you got your hands on them, and you were gonna use it to bribe Agent Bishop, get us to walk away.
No, no, no, no.
This is...
You're trying to pin something on me!
- You seeing this?
- Okay, listen...
No, you listen.
The house is mine.
The g*ns are mine.
But I have never seen that folder in my life.
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
He's being straight, isn't he?
I don't know.
But until we know what's going on, I'm gonna need you to stand down, you hear me?
Agent Torres, I said stand down.
Hey.
I just got a call from Torres.
He's looking for you.
McGee's pretty worried about you, too.
Yeah, I know.
Tell them I'm okay.
Well, you know, you could tell them yourself.
No.
No, I can't.
You can do anything.
I'm really proud of you, Bishop.
For what?
Following your gut.
Well, you taught me how.
You taught me a few things, too.
Take care of yourself, Eleanor.
You, too, Leroy.
Hey, Gibbs.
What's Rule ?
Well, you're living it.
Remind me.
"When you decide to walk away...
don't look back." Odette, why involve me in these covert ops at all?
We see a certain...
promise in you, Agent Bishop.
I'd like to offer you some...
specialized training, if you'd be interested.
Eleanor.
It's done.
Not quite.
What are you talking about?
I did everything that you asked.
There's still one loose end.
I'll be in the car.
What the hell, Ellie?
That's still your name, right?
Nick...
And don't say you're sorry.
I wasn't going to.
I have nothing to be sorry about.
That feeling will wear off.
You learn that the hard way?
A few times, yeah.
How'd you find me?
I followed your bread crumbs of lies, stories and half-ass excuses.
Disappearing after work.
Acing your firearms eval.
Mixed martial arts classes.
And the other day with the, uh, classified NSA documents.
Who planted those?
Did you?
Or did Odette?
She did.
Who were you training for?
CIA?
Homeland?
Because that's why you threw your reputation in the toilet.
'Cause where you're going, you need to be a disgraced NCIS agent.
I know the drill.
Why now?
Now... wasn't my choice.
So it is a choice.
That means you can say no.
- I could.
I didn't want to.
- Why you?
'Cause I'm ready.
How long?
Too long.
So that's why you blew me off before.
Nick...
I mean, if we worked, like, regular nine-to-five jobs, things could be different.
I get that.
What I don't get is why would you leave without saying a word?
Sometimes there's nothing to be said.
This is not one of those times.
You say something.
Anything.
I didn't mean for us to happen.
Something else.
Goodbye, Nick.