13x16 - MWD

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♪ I want to

♪ Find my way down ♪

♪ To be honest, yeah,
I don't know how ♪

♪ But I don't know how ♪

♪ Stop by a bit

♪ To me now ♪

♪ But I'm turned around... ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm turned around ♪

♪ I want to

♪ Find my way down ♪

♪ To be honest, yeah,
I don't know how... ♪

♪ Well, even you...

What happened to our power?

Boomer?

♪ Into me now ♪

♪ But I'm turned around... ♪

Los Angeles 911.

Do you need police, fire, or medical?

Police.

What is the nature of your emergency?

Someone broke into my house.

Are you in the house now?

It's been a kidnapping.

Who was kidnapped, ma'am?

Ma'am, are you still on the line?

Hey.

Getting some early morning
sh**ting in, hoss?

Yeah.

You put any more rounds in that thing,

you'll melt
the barrel off.

Right.

So... what's up?

Nothing.

Still one-word answers,

but at least we're moving up
to two syllables.

You've been hanging out
with Kilbride too much.

- You're starting to talk like him.
- Oh, my God,

you're right. That was a very
Admiralesque thing to say.

Do we have a case?

Oh, I don't know.
Since Shyla's here,

I am steering clear
of the cyber tower.

You want to...

talk about anything?

- Like what?
- Well,

I don't know, as someone
who's suffered

a pretty frightening trauma,
I can

understand what you're
going through,

and I know that no matter
how hard you try to let it go,

- it's not easy.
- If you're talking about my stop

with the police,
I'm over it.

I put it behind me.
I'm good.

Honestly, it's somebody else's
legal problem now.

Okay.

Then why does it look like

as*ault on Precinct 13in here?

What?

The John Carpenter film...
Did you even have

a television as a kid?

I mean,
most of the time, no.

Right.

Well, I'm putting it
on the list.

Look, please don't, okay?

I don't know why everybody wants
me to watch these old movies.

Deeks made me watch Hair,

and he sang every
single song.

That was more traumatizing
than Get Out.

Well, if you want to experience
something traumatizing,

let Kilbride come in here
and see this place

looking like the Tet Offensive.

Then you'll seriously have
some explaining to do.

Yeah, I'll get a broom.Yeah.

You do that.

Please don't tell me that
you stood me up this morning

so you could get here early
and nab Kilbride's parking spot.

For the record,
it's no one's official spot.

Ah. Well, I'm pretty sure the
admiral sees things differently.

Look, I told you
I was sorry I forgot

you were picking me up
this morning, right?

You hate my driving, don't you?

With every fiber of my being,

but has nothing to do with that.

You didn't come home
last night, did you?

You hooked up
with that rheumatologist.

Endocrinologist,

and I did not "hook up"
with her, frat boy.

Oh, it was the stunt woman.

Yeah, that-that makes sense. She
was a little more your style.

Not my style and no.

Please don't tell me it was
the bartender with the tattoos

and the piercings.
I mean, she was cute,

but a little circus scary.

What's wrong with you?

I'm just, I'm just
being a friend.

This is your idea of friendship?

No wonder you
don't have any friends.

I have tons of friends.

- Name three.
- You...

- That you don't work with.
- Anna...

Or date.

Maybe if you had
gone home with somebody,

you wouldn't be
in such a foul mood.

Okay, okay.

Honestly, what's going on?

Your boat?

You're selling Michelle? Why?

I got to get a house.

I'm pretty sure you told me

you were never gonna
own a house again.

Got no choice.
My dad's gotten to the point

where he can't live alone.

You're buying a house so that
your dad can move in with you?

Yeah.

And he's okay with that?

I haven't told him yet.

I'm getting the house first.

That seems a little backwards,

if you ask me.

It's precisely why
I didn't ask you.

How's he doing?

He's had better days.Yeah.

Any idea what you're
dealing with?

Not yet. Uh...

Tried to get him in for testing,
he refused to go. He's stubborn.

Ah, imagine that.

Well, seriously,
if there's anything I can do...

You could let him
move in with you.

And that is precisely why
I don't want friends.

Good morning, gentlemen.

- Good morning.
- The admiral would like to see you,

- Agent Callen.
- Thanks.

Hm, nice boat,
Agent Hanna.

You like that?
It's for sale.

I'm more of a city mouse,
but if you've got

a two-bedroom in Chelsea
you want to unload

for a steal, I'm your girl.

So, you don't like
the ocean, huh?

You wanted to see me, Admiral?

Yes, uh,

come on in,
have a seat.

The, uh, request
that you filed

under the Freedom
of Information Act

has been denied.

Huh.

How did this come across
your desk?

This was a private and, uh,

personal inquiry.

Why was it denied?

Use your imagination.

'Cause of you?

No.
This is above my pay grade.

"Exemption 1, the requested

"information is
classified to protect

national security."

They're gonna hide
behind national security?

They're funny that way.

I know that this is a big
disappointment for you,

and that you would

very much like to speak
with Henrietta

about her involvement
in the Dr on a program.

So, you do know about it.

I know of it...

but not to the extent
to help you

find the answers I believe

you're looking for.

On another front,

NCISHQ-MTAC

and CYBER
have been working

around the clock
to hunt down any more

of your deep fakes.

They have also put
a security perimeter

around your digital life,
so if this

Katie Miller,
aka Katya Mironova,

tries anything,
they'll shut her down.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

Hmm.

I have also made arrangements

for operational psychologist
Nate Getz

to meet
with you today.

Nate?

Why?

Because this job
is a lot to deal with,

and I need
the entire team

to be operating
at peak performance.

Well, I don't need
to speak with Nate for that.

He's also been working
with Henrietta in Syria.

In what capacity?

He was profiling some
of the al-Qaeda t*rrorists

she was negotiating with.

I just thought you might want
to speak with him.

Deeks is giving a deposition
in court today,

so Sam can work
with Kensi.

Take as much time as you need.

Thank you.

What's up, Shyla?

Well, 911 received
an emergency call

at 1542 yesterday
from this woman.

Retired Marine Gunnery
Sergeant Mary Smith.

She came home from a workout
at her local gym

and grabbing
some takeout

to find that her home
had been broken into.

And this concerns us
because...

Because, according to Smith,
it was a kidnapping.

Who was kidnapped?

Recently retired Marine
Master Sergeant Boomer Hayes.

That's a nickname, right?
Like...

No dude's real name
is Boomer.

Meet Marine Master
Sergeant Boomer Hayes.

That's a dog.

Is this a case
or a missing pet?

Master Sergeant Hayes
is an MWD,

or m*llitary
working dog.

She's punking us.
This has got to be a joke.

I assure you
this is no joke,

Agent Rountree.

So we're looking
for dog-nappers now?

No, we are looking
for those

who may have kidnapped
a Marine Corps

Master Sergeant.
Now, Agents Hanna

and Blye will be speaking
with his

former handler and now owner,
Gunnery Sergeant

Smith. I want you two
to visit the crime scene,

see if anything
was missed.

Copy that.
Okay.

I've worked with Boomer
for over three years

as a Marine and now

two years as
a reserve deputy sheriff.

I was allowed to adopt him
when we both retired.

We've worked for the
L.A. Sheriff's Department

in the reserve unit and in
the private sector ever since.

Doing what?

Helping out wherever
we're needed

with various
law enforcement.

These dogs are brilliant.

What makes you think that
anybody would want to steal him?

Well, not just anybody.

My ex-boyfriend, Dennis.

Why would he be doing this?

He was always jealous of Boomer.

He never really warmed to him.

So I take it
it was a bad breakup?

You could say that.

Did you try
calling him?

He's blocked my number.

I went to his house,
he wasn't there.

I'm, uh, trying not to worry,

or let my thoughts
get away from me, but...

Do you think
he would hurt Boomer?

I don't know.

I've heard stories of
really ugly divorces where

someone fights for custody
of the family pet and wins,

and then has the animal put down

just to hurt the other person.

Mm, that's horrible.

Don't worry,
if your ex has him,

we'll get him back.

Hey, man.

Sorry about that. I, uh...

had to give a little pep talk
to a patient,

you know, needs to get
on a plane.

What do you think?

Well, it's a lot
bigger and nicer

than your old broom closet
back at OSP.

You sure this is
your office?

You were expecting
a bookcase of psych books,

framed photo of Freud,
and, uh, ink blot wallpaper?

I don't know, it
just...

...feels more like a day spa.

That's the idea.

I want people to feel
relaxed and safe

when they walk
through those doors.

Can I get you anything?
Uh, coffee? Water?

Herbal tea?

It really is a spa.

Have a seat.

So...

...how are you doing?

I am well. Real well. In fact,

I don't want to take up a lot
of your time 'cause I know

you're very busy,
but Kilbride

mentioned that you have
some information pertaining

to Hetty in Syria.

I have a little, um,
but nothing recent.

As you well know,
Hetty only allows you to know

as much as she needs to serve
her purposes.

Only too well.

So, what are we thinking, they
came through the broken window,

grabbed the dog
and went out the glass door?

Yeah, but they had to cut
the power first.

Her security alarm system
has backup battery power.

Which means
they circumvented the alarm.

That's pretty sophisticated
for a smash and grab thief.

Yeah, and our Master Sergeant
is also highly trained.

We're referring to him
as Master Sergeant now?

What? That's his rank.

Yeah, okay.

He would've protected
this home with his life.

Unless he knew the person
that broke in.

And actually
liked them.

Or they drugged him first.

They toss in
some food laced

with a sedative,

wait an hour or so,
come back in, carry him out.

That would explain
the glass sliding door.

How so?
So, you climb in

through the broken window
'cause it's hidden from view,

but then you want to go out
the back through the glass

sliding door because
you don't want to go back out

through the window
with a sedated Master Sergeant.

Yeah, that dog's got to weigh...
I mean, Master Sergeant,

he's got to weigh

about 60, 75 pounds.
That's a pretty heavy carry.

That would explain why
the sliding door was left open.

All right, so we're looking
for someone who's really strong

or it was
a two-person team.

And they would need to get
Master Sergeant into

some sort of vehicle
with a restraint,

like a muzzle, because
the last thing you need

is a m*llitary K9 waking up
while you're kidnapping him.

Damn right,
that'll ruin your day.

Well, we know when Mary
discovered the break-in,

so we just backtrack
for vehicles in the area,

see if we get lucky.

Why would I want

her dog?
He didn't even like me.

Is that true?

Yes.

Boomer was a better judge
of character than me, obviously.

Why didn't he like you?

Because I'm a Taurus,
and-and he's an Aries.

How the hell
would I know? He's a dog.

Maybe he was jealous that I was
sleeping with his girlfriend.

Or I can walk
on two feet.

He's such an idiot.

Boomer's not even an Aries,
he's a Sagittarius.

- He doesn't even know his birthday.
- Or maybe you were jealous

of Boomer?

Saw him as competition
for Mary's affection.

I can't believe you can
say that with a straight face.

Did it ever cross
your mind that maybe

Boomer and I had developed
a forbidden relationship?

Mary found out about it, and she
k*lled him in a jealous rage.

He's not taking this
very seriously.

He doesn't take
anything seriously.

He's about to.

Or maybe you decided to get
back at Mary for dumping you.

She did not dump me.

Is that what she said?

I kicked him out,
and he knows it.

Okay, look,

I apologize
for the sarcasm,

but you and I both know that
I don't even have to talk to you

without legal
representation.

I have nothing to do with this,
but I-I'm still trying to help.

If you keep wasting
my time and yours

by pursuing me
as a suspect, however,

I'm gonna have
to lawyer up

and put an end
to my cooperation.

If you didn't take him,
where is he?

Who am I now,
Ace Ventura: Pet Detective?

I have no idea,

and I'm starting not to
care. - This dog

is considered a Marine,

which means
he is afforded

the same legal status.

Yup, if I hear that one more
time, I am going to puke.

Look, if that dog

is so damn smart,
he probably ran away,

just like I did
because his owner is cuckoo.

Boomer would never run away.

Who else would want him?

Everyone who met him
loved him.

Except for the criminals
he helped you catch.

I take it we're looking
at some of Gunny Smith

and Master Sergeant
Hayes' work?

They make a
formidable team.

Together, they've taken
over $300 million worth

of illegal dr*gs
off the streets.

Reason enough
to kidnap him.

Bad guys want him off the job.

That's what
Agent Hanna suggested,

but if that's the case,
then why not just k*ll him?

If they knew
where he lives,

they could've
just poisoned him

or tried to sh**t him
during a drive-by.

Well, perhaps they felt it
too risky,

or maybe they wanted the
Master Sergeant for themselves.

Drug-sniffing canine
could help eliminate

your competitor'sproduct.

No product,
no competition.

But Boomer's not a Roomba.

There's much more
interaction and nuance

between the canine
and his handler.

I am not suggesting that those
who stole him are geniuses.

I'm sure they'll find
out the hard way

that a Marine is not someone
you want to tangle with,

whether he's got
two legs or four.

Have you and Boomer
ever been the subject

of any death threats?

Not to my knowledge, but

it's not like people
really knew who we were.

Mm, not necessarily.

I mean, some of the cases
you helped on,

they did end up on the news.

So you think
someone targeted Boomer

to get him off the street?

He cost a lot of people
a lot of money.

People have been k*lled
for far less.

I mean, he was just doing
what he was trained to do.

Right, and you know
that, and we know that.

But, look, it's
also possible

that somebody just thought
he was beautiful

and decided to steal him.

I mean, it's not uncommon with

expensive breeds. Or maybe they

kidnapped him for ransom, if
they knew how valuable he was.

I guess, if
that was the case, we would've received

- a ransom note by now, huh?
- It's difficult to say.

Excuse me.
Yeah, of course.

Hey, Dad. What's up?

I'll be damned if I know.

Somehow, I got turned
around, and...

I don't know where I am.

Are you driving?

Not at the moment.

There's so much
new construction everywhere.

Every time you turn around,
there's a new building.

Where's Mrs. Ainsley?

Got me.

She's supposed to be with you.Well...

she's not.

All right, Dad, do you have
your keys with you?

Okay. Uh, that...

Dad? Hold your horses,

I-I'm looking.

Yup, yup. I-I... got my keys.

I don't know where
I parked, though.

All right, Dad, listen to me.

I need you to find a place
to sit and stay put, all right?

Just leave your phone on, don't
go anywhere. You understand?

I was probably so busy thinking

that I walked right past
the car.

Unless... Dad.

Unless it's in the next block.

Dad, I need you to stop walking,
stop talking.

Find a place to sit
and stay put, okay?

Leave your phone on.
Don't tell me to stop talking.

Sorry to have bothered you.

Oh, man.

Wow.

- You've reached the Major.
- Leave a message.

Is everything okay? No, it's my dad.

He went out without
his caretaker, and he's lost.

I need to go to OPS
and trace his phone. Yeah, go, go.

- You sure?
- Yeah, yeah, of course. Go, go.

I received a cryptic text
on an open line a few weeks ago.

It simply said,
"The game's afoot."

Sherlock Holmes.

Shakespeare, originally.

Henry V.

It's from his,
"Once more unto the breach,

dear friends" speech.

Sounds like Hetty. It does.

And I think she also meant
she's actually on foot with,

or going after,
Al Kalmira.

I've heard
nothing since.

Hetty wasn't alone over there.
Harris Keane was with her.

How do you know that?

Because I spoke with him
on the day of the bombing.

I sent someone
to look for Hetty.

Who?

You don't know them. Foreign
operative who was b*rned.

Helping each other out.

Thank you for that information.

Please let me know if you hear
anything else, and, uh,

I'll do the same.

What about Katya
and the deep fakes?

What about it?

Doesn't have anything to do
with this, does it?

I have no idea. They certainly

don't help.

Any word from her since you

recovered the film reel
from her vault?

No. Um...

And the deep fakes
have gone quiet as well.

I... The film
may be the key

to tracking her down.
Either that or she's just

decided to lay low for a while.

Or she's taking a break
to regroup.

Prepare a larger
response.

Not exactly the reassurance
I was hoping for.

But Kilbride has

all the men he can muster

working to find them,
take them down.

Hopefully, Katya will slip up,

and we'll be able
to track her down.

Thanks again.

What about the Dr on a Project?

What do you know about it?

Not as much as I'm sure
we'd both like me to.

How do you know about it?

The admiral told me.

Ah.

So, that's why
I'm really here.

There's no new information
about Hetty.

He just wanted you to assess me.

It was both.

If I walk out?

Well, Kilbride will probably
send you right back.

I have cases.

More important than this?

And a partner who relies on me.

To operate at the best
of your abilities.

You find anything?

Uh, well, I'm pretty sure
two of Mary Smith's neighbors

are having an affair.

Really?
Really.

This woman goes for a jog
at the same time her neighbor

three doors down
leaves the driveway,

and it's like clockwork.

She runs around the block,
and then up the alley

into the back of the house.

Oh, well, that gives
a new meaning

to "love thy neighbor."

Tell me about it.

But, unfortunately,
no suspicious vehicles

near her house around the time
of the kidnapping.

Should we be checking
animal shelters?

I mean, maybe they dumped
our Marine

if he proved uncooperative.

Yeah, they're already
on the lookout.

Hey, how's everything going
over here?

Not so great.
How about you? Nothing so far.

Where's Sam?

Uh, Sam was trying
to locate his father.

Sounds like he wandered off
and got lost.

Oh, no.
Does he have Alzheimer's?

Mm, he didn't say,
but sounds like it.

- Man, that's tough.
- Yeah.

Uh, I'm gonna check in with
Shyla and the admiral.

You guys let me know if you have
anything. - Yeah, for sure.

Oh, no.Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Geez, I'm so sorry.

No, you're okay.
I was in a hurry, too.

Did you find Sam's dad?

Yeah. Sam's on his way
to get him.

But this is not good; I was just
going to alert the admiral.

Alert him to what?

I was wistfully looking for
lost and found pet postings,

hoping we'd get lucky,
but of course not.

Then I made the mistake
of checking the dark web.

That's where I found this.

Someone put a bounty on Boomer.

Ten thousand dollars dead,
25 if he's taken alive.

Well, you're right about
one thing, this isn't good.

In fact it is very,
very bad.

All right,
pull some of Cyber

off of Callen's deep fakes.

See if they can trace
who's posted this.

And get Nancy Ross
at NSA to help.

- Tell her it's a personal favor to me.
- On it.

Even if we found
who posted this,

we still don't know exactly
who took Boomer.

No. But hopefully we'll know
where they're taking him.

All right. Let me know
if you find anything.

- Copy.
- Okay.

Hey, Kensi.Yeah.

Take a look at this.

We caught this about a block
away from Mary's residence.

This guy only passes by
this camera once.

I mean, could be nothing...

Or it could be how they
transported Boomer

out of the area without
raising any suspicion.

You think it's worth
canvassing the neighborhood?

I mean, if it's Boomer
in that shopping cart,

they'd have transferred him to
a vehicle at some point, right?

So if you can find
surveillance footage of that,

we're back in business.

All right, I'll get Rountree,
see what we can find.

Good work.

I remember doing puzzles
and memory games.

Just flashes and slivers
here and there.

It's hard to tell
what was real and...

what I just imagined.

Our memories can be
notoriously unreliable at times.

I tried to use my
professional contacts

to learn what I could,
but as you know

from your Freedom of
Information Act request, uh...

they threw this one
in the vault.

What about Kilbride?

He's just looking out for you
and the rest of the team.

Sure about that?

'Cause I'm the only one here.

He's worried about you
most of all.

Why is that?

He doesn't want you melting down
when you realize

you're the guinea pig
of your adoptive mother.

His words, not mine, so...

A little harsh.

And what do you think?

I think you deserve
to know the truth

of your own existence.

- Hey, Kens.
- Hey. Anything?

Not yet. Either people
aren't home,

or they don't have
surveillance cameras.

Okay. What about Rountree?

It appears he scored
some cookies.

Sorry, what? I'll call you right back.

Seriously?

Nice elderly old lady insisted.

They're really good.
You want one?

They do look good, but no,
I don't want a cookie.

We're supposed to be finding out

who kidnapped Master
Sergeant Hayes.

Ah, did that, too.
Oh.

Turns out my cookie mama
had a surveillance system.

"Cookie mama"?

More like cookie grandma.

Let's go.

They're really good.

Show me your license,
puppy poacher.

Oh, come on!
That's so lame.

You can't even give me
a full plate?

Didn't know God hated dogs.

"But I've got thousands
of endangered species

to worry about
thanks to your kind."

Whose fault is that?

I would think you could
multitask.

No worries.
You do you.

I got this.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How we doing?

Good. You? Solid.

All right, so the guy
that owns this auto shop

may have been the one who
grabbed our MWD.

He the one who unloaded
the duct tape sleeping bag

from his shopping cart?

If you are transporting
a sedated canine,

that would make sense.

A canine that's worth 25K?

He's not even best in show.

Yeah, well, this dog
has cost them

hundreds of millions of dollars

of seized narcotics,
so it's no small wonder

that they would put
a price tag on his head.

So who are we looking for?

We are looking for
a Joseph Jones.

Oh, voted most like to
bury his loved ones alive?

Yeah, probably.
This guy's got more mug sh*ts

than the Kardashians
have selfies.

He's been in and out of trouble,
mostly in, since he was a minor.

And his history of dog napping?

Actually, this one's a first,
but he's a freelancer

who seems to be willing
to do anything for money.

Well, maybe that's a good thing.
I mean, if it's all about money,

maybe he won't risk his life
over a dog.

Well, he might
risk it if he knows

he's facing some serious
jail time.

True.

We, uh... we got backup?

Yeah. You two.

L.A. Sheriff's assisted
walking a search warrant

downtown as we speak.
Let's go.

Sitrep.

Agents Kensi, Namazi
and Rountree are outside

the suspect's workplace.

Wish you were with them?

Sometimes.

Me, too.

They're good to go
on their call.

You see anything?

No movement.

Got it. I'm moving in the back.

Fatima, Rountree,
what's your status?

We're at the front gate.

It's locked.

Copy that. Hold your position.

I got eyes on the
suspected vehicle.

I'm moving in.

Joseph Jones?

Federal agents.
We just need to speak with you.

Come out with your hands
where we can see them.

What's happening?

Agent Blye, Agent Namazi?

Hang on. Hang on?

You see what I deal
with? Hang on.

Thanks.

No problem.

Have I hung on long
enough, Agent Namazi?

Uh, yes sir.

Sorry, Admiral. Uh, we had
an uncooperative suspect,

but we're good now.

And our master sergeant?

We're all clear back there.

- Any sign of our MWD?
- No.

Fatima.

Can you... Yeah. Got it.

Agent Blye?

He's not here.

Where's the dog? What dog?

The dog you
kidnapped.

Why would I kidnap a dog? I don't know.

Why'd you do half the stupid
things you got arrested for?

We have evidence of you

putting a sleeping bag
into the back of your SUV.

Is that a crime?

If there's an abducted
canine inside.

Inside what?
Now I'm confused.

Oh, you're confused?
Let me explain it.

You att*cked a federal
law enforcement agent.

That's a big no-no,
especially for somebody

with a record like you.

But it can get a lot worse.

Because that dog
that you kidnapped

is a Marine master sergeant,

so if anything happens to him
you can be charged

as if he were a human being.
That means you're looking at

a felony m*rder charge if we
don't find him alive and well.

I think you're making that up. Am I?

You better hope we find that dog

safe and sound at your house.

You're not going to find
anything there.

Why not?

Because I told you

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, my God. You break into my shop
with g*ns.

I was just trying
to protect myself.

How did you get paid? I didn't.

You better stop playing games
or I'm gonna light that torch

and turn it on you.

Did you just thr*aten me?

She just threatened me.

You heard it. Why don't you get some air.

I got this. It's your lucky day, buddy.

Your partner's a little
high-strung.

Shut up!

That's just rude.

Hey, Shyla, you find anything
useful on this guy yet?

I see no signs of
any money transfers

into his bank account.

Yeah, well, I'm sure
it was a cash deal.

I have his recent cell activity

but unless we know
exactly where he was going,

it's a bit of a
wild goose chase.

Well, good thing
this warrant covers

any and all vehicles
on the location.

I am now accessing
the SUV's GPS

to see where it's been lately.

That could certainly help.

Any word from Rountree?

He's searching Joseph Jones'
house now.

He's recovered several weapons,
dr*gs and cash.

But still no sign of our
missing master sergeant.

Wait, how much cash
did he recover?

'Cause that might be the bounty
that Jones received.

Also, we may be able
to pull prints off of it.

I'll have him use
some ninhydrin spray

to see if he can develop
any prints in the field.

Awesome. Thank you.

Okay, I'm done here.

I'm uploading the SUV's computer
diagnostics to you now.

Let's see where Jones has been
after grabbing Boomer.

I'm on it.

You find anything else,
Agent Rountree?

Oh, yeah.

This is definitely our guy.

Found evidence that
he bought a dog muzzle.

Which is hard to explain,
because he doesn't own a dog.

Too bad he's not talking.

Well, maybe he won't have to.

Yeah, boom.
We got some good prints.

Let's just hope they're not
from a random bank teller.

The prints on the money
belong to a lowlife named

Brian "Buster" Miller.

Doesn't seem like the brains
of any operations.

My guess is he's muscle.

His home address
is out in Barstow.

Any known associates?

- Oh, crap.
- What is it?

He's been charged
and convicted twice

under penal code 597:
Animal cruelty.

Both times it was knocked down
to a misdemeanor.

Okay, when you say
animal cruelty...

He was linked to
a dog fighting ring.

Okay, definitely check
his known associates,

especially those with ties
to dog fighting.

Already on it. Then cross-reference them

with the areas Jones was in
in the SUV 12 hours ago or so.

Chances are he delivered the dog
and received the money

in the same location.

Also, get Rountree back here
and check Callen's status.

We might need some help
before this is over.

Copy that.

The idea of repressed memories
is a controversial one

to say the least,
but if you keep an open mind...

No pun intended...

And a healthy skepticism,

there might be something worth
exploring, in your case.

Is everything all right?

Unfortunately, no.

You need to go?

I should.

Duty calls.

So...

you can help me remember
things I've forgotten?

I can certainly try.

But give it some
serious thought first.

Some memories are
forgotten for a reason.

Everything okay?

Yeah, yeah.
It's just my sister.

Oh, how's she doing?

She's good.
She just worries about me.

Has she, uh, spoken to anyone

since what happened
to you two?

Like a counselor?

I don't think so.

Mm. Well, maybe she should.

You don't want her
carrying that around.

Maybe if, you know,

she knew you were
talking to someone,

She'd feel more
comfortable doing it.

What's up, Shyla?

Brian Miller.
He's a known member

of the Aryan prison g*ng

the Ghost Soldiers,
run by a real charmer

named Nick Reed.

The g*ng's been taking big risks
and making big coin

running dr*gs for the cartels.

Until Sergeant Smith
and Master Sergeant Hayes

caused several large shipments
to be seized.

That explains why
they targeted Boomer.

There's something else.

This g*ng is into
a lot of nasty things,

including dogfights.

They paid to have
Boomer kidnapped

to get him off the streets,

but really,
they wanted him alive...

Don't even say it.

Any idea how many
we're dealing with?

No, but Kilbride has
a react team on standby.

Okay, whoever's in there is
most likely gonna be armed

and won't hesitate
to fight back,

so you got to be extra sharp
and be careful.

Copy that. All right, Callen...

how do you feel
about us luring them out?

Might give us an idea
of how many we're dealing with.

You got a plan?

- What the hell, lady?!
- Oh, my gosh.

Oh, my gosh, I am so sorry.

What just happened?
You backed into my truck.

What? Oh...

Fatima, Rountree,
you're good to go.

Moving in.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Okay,
Maybe we should call the police.

- I'm so sorry. But I...
- No. No!

It was my fault.

- I should call the police.
- You don't need to call the police.

Just pull your car forward.

I can't pull the car forward
until the police arrive.

You don't need to
call the police! Okay.

What's going on
in there, Fatima?

No joy yet.

Hands up! Way up.

Federal agents. Do it.

We got two here.

Don't even think about it.
We got trouble.

Get out of the car.

I-I really don't think
that I should.

Get out of the damn car, lady!

Get out of the car!

Maybe we should just
exchange information.

Federal agents!
Drop your weapons.

Do as he says now.

If there was ever a time
to stop making bad decisions,

this would be it.

Down.

Put it down.

Hands up. On your knees.

Sitrep?

Four suspects apprehended.

dr*gs and weapons
found on scene.

And our master sergeant?

We're gonna need
Animal Control down here.

Master Sergeant Boomer Hayes?

Think we found him.

You ready to go home, Marine?

I know, buddy. She's coming.

Boomer! Who's that?

Boomer, Boomer, hi!

Look at you.
Are you all right?

We can arrange for a vet
to look over him if you'd like.

Oh, no, no, no.
He looks so good.

He looks good. I'll have my
vet look at him tomorrow.

Oh, thank you so much.

I know people think
it's kind of stupid

how much we bond
with these furry guys.

I don't think
it's stupid at all.

I think it's really special.

In fact, I married
my furry partner.

Though he's more of a mutt.

It's an inside joke.
I'm talking about my husband.

Hey, do you... do you think
I could talk to Nate

about what happened
to me and Jordyn?

Absolutely.

Yeah, that's... that's
what he's there for.

Wouldn't hurt.

Rountree.

You good? Yeah, I'm good.

That was a nice tackle.Thanks.

You both did well today.

On all fronts. Thanks, Callen.

How'd you make out
with your father?

I heard he had, uh,
an incident today.

I found him.

He, uh...

He went to the store,
forgot he drove and walked home.

Got turned around.

Oh, man. I'm sorry.

Sometimes, even when we win

it doesn't feel like it.

We keep swinging.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, you think
I ought to get a dog?

Absolutely not.

Why?

You're not a dog person.

How do you know
I'm not a dog person?

Have you ever owned a dog?

You don't have to
have a dog to be a dog person.

Pretty sure you do. Okay,

so the minute I get a dog,
I'll be a dog person.

Nope. Start small.

A cat? No.

I am not a cat person.

I'm thinking smaller.

Goldfish.
Maybe some sea monkeys.

Pet rock.

You know, baby steps, G.

Baby steps.

Yeah, you're funny.