Boo!
Oh, my God, you're the worst!
No clues over here, guys.
Hurry up, you guys.
We've got less than minutes left.
Why couldn't we just go to a bar and get drunk like normal people?
Because this is fun.
We're solving a mystery.
Oh, you want a mystery?
Why anyone would pay bucks for this crap.
Hey.
I found this key.
Don't know where it goes.
Um, Game Master, a little help here, please?
The supply closet - looks interesting.
- Yes, yes, yes, - yes, yes, yes, yes.
- Your turn.
- Come on, let's go!
- Come on!
- Okay, okay, fine, I'll do it.
- We got time.
- Thank you.
- Come on, come on, come on, come on.
- You can go a little faster.
- Okay, okay.
Oh, my God, so slow.
Come on!
I'm doing it!
- Okay, go.
- Okay, I got it.
Okay...
okay, all right, this has got to be the worst dead body that I've ever seen.
Jared, it's not funny!
No, no, seriously, look, they still have the price tag on him.
What was that?
Sounded like g*nshots.
Game Master, what was that sound?
Game Master?
You guys, I-I don't think this is part of the game.
Yeah, let's get out of here.
Let's go.
Come on, come on, let's go, let's go, let's go.
What's wrong?
Open it!
It's locked, remember?
It's an escape room.
It's locked from the outside.
Okay, go, go, go.
Hey, let us out of here!
Hello?
Game Master, are you there?
Help!
I was up all night playing it.
Wait, the one with the teddy bears, uh, k*ll...
- What is it called?
k*lling with...
- Kindness.
- k*lling with Kindness.
- So dumb, but it's addictive.
Uh, what is this?
What, did we get visited by the Post-it fairy?
Oh, they're from McGee.
"Don't forget to file the Saez report." "Evals...
to be logged this week." "Running low on Post-its.
Remember to restock." - Unbelievable.
- He must have left these before he left for vacation.
The dude's a thousand miles away, he found a way to micromanage.
Okay, don't take it personally.
This is just McGee being McGee.
Okay, well, this is Torres being Torres.
Just go ahead and throw these away.
Oh.
He knew you'd say that.
"Don't let Torres throw them away." Damn.
Just tell him it was the cleaning crew.
He knew you'd say that, too.
Good morning, folks.
Whoa!
Let me guess.
McGee?
We blame you.
- Me?
- Yeah, well, it was your idea for him to go take a vacation.
Hey.
He came to me wanting to talk.
Between work and potty training the twins, the poor guy'sexhausted.
So I told him to take a few days off.
Yeah.
To the Bahamas no less.
- That was all Gibbs.
- Hmm.
An old Marine buddy of his lives there and recommended a hotel.
Listen, I'm happy for the guy.
I'm just saying that Daddy gets tired, too.
What do I have to do to, uh, get a vacation in the Bahamas?
Have twins?
You've reached Tobias Fornell.
Don't waste my time.
Hey.
It's me.
Again.
- Where the hell are you, pal?
- Hey, Gibbs, did you see what McGee did here?
Grab your gear.
We got a body.
Wait, wait, wait.
Hey.
Is everything okay?
- Yeah.
- You seema little distant lately.
I mean, more than you - usually do, which is lots.
- Jack.
I'm fine.
Okay.
Hey.
Let's go.
Okay.
Are you serious?
Come on.
This...
Oh, my gosh.
This thinghas two bars.
I don't even move it, and then it has zero bars.
Can you...
can you just stop with the phone already?
They're fine, Tim.
Well, what if something happens and they need me?
I am the senior field agent.
It's just a couple of days.
I'm sure Bishop and Torres will manage.
Maybe I didn't leave enough Post-its.
Welcome to the Bahamas.
First time?
Yes!
Yeah, thank you.
Um, yeah, we just arrived this morning.
- Then you're in for a treat.
- Ooh.
- Thank you.
- The island is paradise on earth.
Anything you need, just ask for me, Clarence.
Thank you, Clarence.
Question for you, um, do you have a business center around here?
Something with, uh, you know, some decent, uh, Wi-Fi connection, maybe a secure fiber optics line, in case I need the extra bandwidth?
You do know you're in the Bahamas, right?
Hey.
He's right.
Come on.
Just put your phone down and relax.
This is the first vacation we've had alone since we had the twins.
I mean, enjoy it.
You're absolutely right.
Sorry.
I'm just... a little out of practice.
Okay.
- What was that?
- What?
Oh, I didn't...
I didn't hear anything.
You beeped.
No, I don't think I did.
Really?
- Seriously?
- H-Hold on.
This...
Oh, I'm the one that needs to put the cell phone down?
I was checking up on the kids.
Why?
Your mother has 'em.
They're fine.
You know that.
Okay.
All right.
Fine.
Maybe I'm a little out of practice, too.
Hey.
Let's make a pact.
- Hmm.
Pact?
- Yeah.
Every second of every day, it's always about the kids or what happened at work or who was supposed to call the plumber.
- It's never just about us.
- Yeah.
You know what?
I miss us.
Yeah, me, too.
So...
from this point on, absolutely no talking about kids or work is allowed, okay?
We only talk about you and me.
Agreed?
Agreed.
Okay.
- So...
- Ni-Nice weather.
The breeze is, um...
It's nice.
Beautiful birds.
So, the victim's name is Chief Petty Officer Norman Mason, .
He's a Navy reservist who runs the escape room out of his house.
Escape what?
Oh, it's a game.
They lock you in a room, and you have to solve a mystery before the clock runs out.
What do you win if you solve it?
They let you out of the room.
What if you don't solve it?
They-they, uh...
they-they also let you out of the room.
I-I feel like I'm not explaining this right.
Who found the body?
Morning cleaning lady.
A group came in last night to play the game, and they heard sh*ts.
They were trapped inside all night till she showed up.
First on the scene also found this.
They weren't sure if it was real or a game prop, so they called us.
Well, these g*nsh*t wounds are certainly real.
He's got one in the abdomen, one in the sternum, couple in his right arm.
Very unfocused.
I would not say we're looking at the work of a professional.
- Where'd they find this?
- Uh, right down there, in the corner.
What is it?
Light.
Yeah.
So, that classified document?
Not a prop.
What is an escape room guy doing with all this?
Planning an escape of his own.
Chief Petty Officer Norman Mason, owner and operator of the Mystery Madhouse escape room.
Single, no kids.
According to his neighbors, just a quiet, nerdy guy.
Who was hoarding classified documents.
Why?
Mason wasn't always an escape room nerd.
Before he went into business, for himself, he worked as a computer programmer at a DoD think t*nk.
Do we know what they were working on?
We're still going through the documents.
But there's been multiple references to his boss, Dr. Malcolm Lucas, and something called DeepRaven.
- We talk to Lucas yet?
- We can't.
He d*ed in a boating accident about a year ago.
I have calls into the DoD supervisor assigned to the project.
Okay.
We know why Mason had the documents.
What was he doing with 'em?
Maybe he was, uh, selling intel.
I mean, that would explain the secret room and the go bag.
Maybe a deal gone bad.
Lot of maybes there.
Anything on his computers?
Kasie's been trying to access them, but they're heavily encrypted, so, may take a while.
I mean, it doesn't have to.
Oh, we talked about this.
Come on.
McGee's the guy who loves all that...
impossible computer stuff.
I mean, why don't we just give him a call?
No.
We are not interrupting his vacation.
You heard Sloane.
He really needs this trip.
What do you think, Gibbs?
I think somebody better do something.
Torres, check in with Palmer.
Bishop, keep trying the supervisor.
Are you going somewhere?
Out.
What you got for me, Jimmy?
Oh, hey, Nick.
I was just taking a break, doing some car shopping, checking out some brochures.
Oh, you got your insurance payout?
Yeah, finally.
You'd think that after getting your car blown up in an assassination attempt, they might fast-track you.
But no.
So, you looking at a sedan?
You know, something fast?
Maybe with a little...
Something with a little muscle?
Actually, I'm checking out a minivan.
Don't say that word.
No, no, no.
Hear me out, Nick.
Minivans have gotten way cooler.
- No.
Cooler?
What?
- Look.
- Jimmy, no.
No.
- This one model has a built-in vacuum, HD info-tainment system, -degree car surround camera.
Let me see that.
.
-liter V engine with horsepower.
They call it the Man Van.
- The Man Van.
- Man Van.
Nope.
Not doing this.
Body?
Well, as suspected, Mason d*ed of massive hemorrhaging due to multiple b*llet wounds.
I meant, like, something new.
Well, I found a rash on his outer arm here.
Could be an allergic reaction, but I sent a sample up to Kasie.
Wow, Jimmy, that's all you got...
A case of eczema?
I have saved the best for last.
While examining his mouth, I found this wedged behind his back molar.
What is this?
Is this a SIM card?
He must've hidden it there right before he d*ed.
Our next chip goes to a young lady who personifies what these rooms are all about.
Six months clean and sober.
And she did it one day at a time.
Emily.
- Thank you.
- Congratulations.
Thank you for coming, Uncle Gibbs.
Proud of you.
I wouldn't miss it for the world.
I know it's only six months, but...
I don't know, it feels good.
Of course, I wouldn't even be here if you and Dad hadn't stepped in when you did.
Ah, no, we just gave you a push.
You did all the heavy stuff.
Dad didn't, uh, didn't make it, huh?
No, it's weird, right?
I saw him last week and he said he was coming.
I even helped put a reminder on his phone.
Come on.
You know Tobias and technology.
He makes me look good.
Still, it's just not like him.
Do you think he's okay, Uncle Gibbs?
Oh, yeah, yeah, he's fine.
He's fine.
Yeah.
Uh, Emily, I got to go.
I'm proud of you.
Thank you.
- I'll call you later?
- Okay.
Okay.
Yeah?
Yeah, I'm here with Kasie.
Turns out that Mason had a SIM card he didn't want the k*ller to find.
He must've seen the k*ller approach from outside and hid the card right before they came in.
- What's on it?
- A data file of passwords...
Hopefully to Mason's computers because I've had no luck breaking in.
- Anything else?
- Yes, actually.
I checked Mason's call logs.
And he made a call to the same unlisted number every other day at the exact same time.
I traced the call's location, and you'll never guess where it is.
Are you kidding?
Well, we were surprised, too.
But-but Kasie checked twice, and Mason, uh, called the Bahamas on a regular basis.
Okay, um...
any idea who he was calling?
See, that's the thing, we...
that's, we were hoping that you could help us find out.
Guys, I'm on vacation, okay?
I literally just finished telling Delilah that I wasn't gonna even bring up work.
I know, we know and we're sorry.
But we just figured since you're down there...?
Well, what about, like, Gibbs' Marine buddy?
He lives down here.
Why don't you ask him?
I know, he-he's not an agent.
And-and for the record, aw, man, I didn't want to interrupt your vacation, but Bishop, you know...
Hey!
What?
That is...
Okay, no, no, no, look.
I will get it, okay?
It doesn't make any sense for you guys to fly down.
Really?
Are-are you sure, McGee?
'Cause we are, we're so sorry.
Hopefully it doesn't take too long?
No, I'm worried about what Delilah's gonna say.
How is everything, Mrs.
McGee?
Enjoying your meal?
Trying to, but to be perfectly honest, the view's a little distracting.
Ah, the Rileys.
They do enjoy each other.
Oh, I would say so.
Give them a few more seconds, and they'll be enjoying each other right there on the table.
I'm sure you're used to it.
You probably get all the honeymooners.
Actually, the Rileys are celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary.
You need anything else, just let me know.
Hey, I'm sorry, that...
was Bishop and Torres, they wouldn't stop calling me.
What are...?
Oh, wow.
Geez... get a room, right?
They've been married six years longer than us.
Listen, the guys have caught a case that's linked to the Bahamas.
They want me to go checkout this address tomorrow.
- That's fine.
- But the address is not far and it won't take me long at all.
Tim...
I said it's fine.
- You're not mad?
- No!
In fact, let's go together.
Let's make a day of it.
We'll go see the island, it'll be fun.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Same number.
This is definitely where Mason called.
This is charming in a funky sort of way.
Yeah, well, according to Kasie, Mason called at exactly : .
That's just a few minutes from now.
Whoever was calling Mason probably doesn't know he's dead, which means...
They might still be expecting a call.
Now I guess we just wait and see who shows up, right?
You know, let's get some drinks.
Smile, ladies.
You think that's Mason's phone buddy?
Right on time.
She looks harmless enough.
Excuse me, ma'am.
I'm from NCIS.
I'd like to ask you a few...
Ma'am, excuse me, I need to talk to you about...
Ma'am.
Ah!
Tim!
Oh, my God, Tim, are you okay?
She's harmless?
Yeah.
Thanks.
Hey, is your back any better?
I think I landed on a pineapple.
What did Gibbs say?
He said to track down the beach bum.
Whoever she is, she's hiding something.
She ran away.
Well, I asked around the bar, and she comes in here regularly, but no one knows her name.
But I have an idea on our next move.
Our next move is to put you on a plane going home.
- What?!
Tim...
- No, this is not a fun day trip anymore, Delilah.
This has gotten dangerous.
We could be dealing with a woman who's a k*ller.
Oh, what, we've never dealt with K*llers before?
I can take care of myself, Tim.
And I seem to remember saving your butt once or twice.
Hey.
We took this trip to spend more time together.
Let's do this together.
Besides, I know how we can find our mystery woman.
How?
Simple.
Track down her moped.
Did you happen to catch her license plate?
'Cause I know I didn't, and I don't think that the Hermit Crab Bar has surveillance cameras.
Well, we don't need surveillance cameras.
How'd you get this?
While you were on the phone with Gibbs, I asked if I could check their photos, and sure enough, one of them caught our beach bum.
And unfortunately, you can't make out the license plate, but...
I found this.
"Beachcomber." I looked it up.
It's a rental shop not too far from here, and if we leave now, we can still grab a bite to eat afterwards.
You coming?
Well, thanks for coming in, Mr. Kittridge.
I just wish it was under better circumstances.
Norman Mason was a good man.
Did you know him well?
He worked on a project at DoD for me, back when I was director of Special Programs.
That would be the DeepRaven project?
Yes, that's right.
Mason's superior, Dr. Lucas, really ran the day-to-day.
I was more of a glorified babysitter.
What can you tell us about the project?
What would you like to know?
Was it worth k*lling for?
Not unless you consider sea mapping worth k*lling for.
DeepRaven was an unmanned underwater vehicle.
Basically an underwater drone.
It was designed to map the ocean floor to better study coral reefs, assist in ship navigation.
But it didn't matter in the end.
Why not?
Damn thing never even made it out to sea.
They tried fixing it, but then Lucas had his accident and the project was shut down.
That was about a year ago.
I haven't talked to anyone involved since.
What about Mason's relationships at work?
Did he have any enemies?
Well, it's been a while, but...
yeah.
I remember he had a difficult relationship with one of the other scientists.
Uh, Reynolds.
Eric Reynolds.
Difficult how?
They were always bickering.
Competing with each other.
Okay.
Thank you, Mr. Kittridge.
If you think of anything else...
Of course.
There is one thing that's always bothered me.
- Like what?
- Well, it's about Dr. Lucas's death.
The authorities said he drowned in a boating accident.
But Lucas was on the swim team in college.
He was good.
It's strange, right?
A guy like that accidentally drowning?
All right.
We got to come upwith a plan.
We can't justroll up in there, and ask for her information.
Hey...
We're in the Bahamas.
I don't have jurisdiction.
Leave it to me.
Wait, you just...
Delilah.
Hi.
Good afternoon.
Can I help you?
Yes.
So my husband and I were at the beach earlier, and we met the nicest woman, and she accidentally left behind her watch.
And we really want to get it back to her but we didn't catch her last name or her address.
So she did mention that she rented a moped from you guys, and I was wondering if maybe I could get her info.
I'm sorry, but we cannot give out that information.
It's against the rules.
Oh, right.
Well, no one has to know.
It can be just between us.
Sorry.
How's U.S. dollars sound?
So that was your plan, bribery?
- Did you have a better one?
- Well, I was gonna come up with one, but you didn't give me enough time.
Well, it's not my fault that I'm so much faster than you.
You know, you are so impatient.
It's like when we watch our TV shows.
Oh, is this because I binge-watched - Ozark without you?
- Yeah, partly.
I know you.
Uh, I don't think so.
Sorry.
No, we've met before.
I think you've got me confused with someone else.
Sorry.
I never forget a face.
I swear I know you.
Something I should know about, Tim?
- Yeah.
- Oh, my God.
What?
You're Thom E. Gemcity.
I'm a huge fan of Deep Six.
Ah.
I haven't heard that in forever.
Wow.
I just love all the characters, especially L.J. Tibbs, the tortured special agent who drinks to alleviate - the burden of his...
Yes!
- Messianic complex, yes.
Thank you.
I'm proud of that one.
What are you doing in the Bahamas?
Are you researching a new book?
Um...
You know, actually, I am.
That's-that's why we're here.
That woman that we were asking about earlier?
I'm researching her for the book.
Yeah.
You can help me tremendously and the book if you could maybe give me some information on this woman?
Sienna Michaels.
She lives on the other side of the island.
Great, great.
Is...
You think there's any way that maybe you could give me an exact address?
Depends.
If I can get a photo with my favorite author first?
Course.
Yes.
- You can take that.
- All right.
- Here we go.
Say "Deep Six." - Deep-Deep Six!
- What have we got, Kase?
- Oh.
A lot, actually.
Those passwords we found?
I was able to unlock Mason's computer, and a ton of stuff came up.
Who is that?
That's Dr.
Malcolm Lucas.
Our victim, Mason, had a lot of information about his death.
Police reports, newspaper clippings, maps of where the body was found.
It was like he was investigating it.
Yeah.
And after looking at some of these, I don't think this was an accident, Gibbs.
Because Lucas was such a good swimmer?
- Oh, no, we havemore than that.
- Okay, so, a week after he was reported missing, Lucas's body was found in Lake Anna.
He had to be I.D.'d by his pacemaker.
The official story is that he went fishing...
And he drowned.
Yeah.
Yeah, I know that.
But the report says that he went fishing at midnight.
Now, who goes fishing in the middle of the night and doesn't tell anyone?
There's also an eyewitness who saw Lucas earlier on the dock arguing with another man.
Police followed up but couldn't find him.
So, Lucas was m*rder*d.
Made it look like an accident.
Mason might've found out who did it, confronted him about it.
Then he was k*lled.
Still doesn't tell us who k*lled him.
- What do we know about the other guy?
- Oh, you mean the scientist that didn't get along with Mason?
Eric Reynolds, , single.
Works at a biotech lab in D.C.
We checked his home and work, and no one can find him.
Nick, BOLO.
Oh.
Something else I could help you with?
Need you to ping this number, Kase.
One ping coming up.
Phone's off.
Can't trace it.
Gibbs, it says this number is registered to Tobias Fornell.
Everything okay?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Fine.
Thank you.
All right.
Thanks.
I don't like the look of those clouds.
Yeah.
Looks like a storm might be coming in.
- You talk to the neighbors?
- Yeah.
Our beach bum, Sienna Michaels, is a British expat.
She's been here one year.
They say she's quiet, keeps to herself.
You know, the kind of thing you say when you live next to a m*rder*r.
Well, let's hope that's not the case, 'cause we're not armed, and we may be dealing with a double homicide now.
Just got off the phone with Torres.
They think whoever k*lled Mason might have also k*lled his boss, Dr. Lucas.
Malcolm Lucas?
Yeah, you heard of him?
I met him years ago at a DoD function.
He was, oh, really impressive.
Very accomplished, brilliant, handsome.
"Handsome." Okay.
I...
Okay.
I didn't mean it like that.
I meant handsome, like, for a scientist.
Right.
So, if, uh, like, uh, George Clooney was a scientist, maybe that...
Is that what you're talking about?
Aw, come on, don't be jealous.
You know I only have eyes for you.
Well, you better, because I don't know if you've heard, but I'm kind of a big deal in the Caribbean.
Oh, a big deal, huh?
Hello?
Hello?
That's far enough.
Who are you?
Why are you here?
- I can explain.
- Why are you following me?
I already told you.
I'm with NCIS.
We're investigating the m*rder of Norman Mason.
You can put the g*n down, Sienna.
Oh, my God.
Am I missing something here?
That's Malcolm Lucas.
Looks pretty good for a dead guy.
Sorry about the g*n.
And for hurting you back at the bar.
You've got a hell of a karate flip.
Well, she was just trying to protect me.
Agent McGee, you said Norman Mason is dead.
He was a close friend of mine.
What-what happened?
Well, that's-that's what we're trying to find out, and we're hoping to get some help.
Maybe you can answer some of our questions?
Starting with how are you here?
You're supposed to be dead.
Dr.
Lucas, if you want to help Norman, you have to work with us here.
You staged your death.
Only to protect an invention I created.
DeepRaven.
The underwater drone.
You know, one of my colleagues spoke to your former director, but he said it never worked.
Oh, i-it worked.
It worked beautifully.
Using AI neural networks, it could actually think for itself.
Teach itself how to perform better.
You're talking about deep learning, but AI like that would require - a massive processing unit.
- Yeah.
I mean, you-your CPU and data storage alone would be huge.
How do you fit that into one drone?
I didn't.
I had the drone communicate with a more powerful land-based processor using a sonar antenna.
- Oh, my God.
- Nice.
- That is so brilliant.
- Oh, my God, man.
That is unreal.
- Seriously.
- I know.
I know, - Unbelievable.
- It was beautiful.
Beautiful.
Maybe I should leave you guys alone.
But I don't get it.
If DeepRaven worked so well, what was the problem?
The problem is what Director Kittridge wanted the drone for.
Do you know what a LAWS is?
A lethal autonomous w*apon system.
DeepRaven was a w*apon?
Kittridge lied to us.
The purpose was never to map the ocean floor.
It was to deliver bombs.
He wanted to outfit the drones with nuclear payloads.
Without even knowing it, I'd built them a k*lling machine.
Once I learned that, I had to destroy it.
So you lied to Kittridge, told him that the project was a failure?
But why go through the trouble of faking your death at all?
If DeepRaven was destroyed, what was left to hide?
Lucas kept the blueprint.
He destroyed the prototype but, when it came to his research, - couldn't go through with it.
- w*apon or not, it's still his baby.
So, he did all this to protect a project that he also regretted building?
And this guy's supposed to be a genius?
It's not uncommon for inventors to have a conflicted relationship with their inventions.
Look at Alfred Nobel.
He created dynamite but regretted it so much that he spent the rest of his life trying to make up for it with his Peace Prize.
So, how does our victim, Mason, how does he fit into all this?
He helped Lucas stage his death.
Yeah, the two of them stole a cadaver with a similar body type from a med school.
They fudged the serial numbers on the cadaver's pacemaker to match Lucas.
So, the information that we found on Mason's computer...
He wasn't investigating Lucas's death.
Keeping tabs on it.
- Making sure it stuck.
- Ah.
The two of them kept in regular phone contact, and for extra caution, Lucas's girlfriend acted as the go-between.
They thought their secret was safe.
Well, Mason's dead now, so maybe not.
You think he was k*lled because of DeepRaven?
Somebody found out it works, Leon.
Now they're all looking for it.
Well, that means Lucas is a target.
McGee's got him in protective custody.
m*llitary transport bringing them both back to D.C. first chance.
And what about this third scientist, Reynolds?
W-Was he also involved in the cover-up?
Not according to Lucas.
But he did say that Reynolds was always suspicious of DeepRaven's failure.
Well, then you better find him and find him fast, because he's either our k*ller or our next victim.
That's all I could pack in short notice.
I mean, there's more in the back, but I don't know where we're going.
I don't know how long we're going.
Oh, no.
It's okay.
Look at me.
I don't even know if I have enough stuff.
It's okay, it won't be forever.
We're gonna get through this.
- Okay?
All right?
- All right.
- Thank you, love.
- Okay.
Mm.
- All right?
All right.
- Yes.
Love you.
Excuse me a sec.
You guys seem like a really good couple.
- How long you been together?
- Oh, not long.
Met down here about eight months ago.
Like I was telling your partner, us expats like to stick together.
Oh, McGee and I, we don't work together.
- He's my husband.
- Okay.
I figured there was something going on.
I could tell by the way he looks at you.
Well, no reception down the street, either.
- It's really coming down out there.
- Yeah.
The roads are probably flooded.
It's best to wait it out here - until the storm passes.
Hey.
- A towel.
Do you know where my toiletries are?
Yeah, in the back.
I'll help you.
Hey.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm good.
I'm so sorry about ruining our vacation.
I know how much it meant to the both of us, and I...
I messed up, you know?
I-I should never have agreed to help out on the case.
It's okay.
Actually, you want to hear something crazy?
This is the most fun we've had together in years.
I know, right?
I was thinking the same thing.
- What?
- I was just thinking, how screwed up are we that it takes a m*rder investigation to bring us closer together?
So messed up.
- Yeah.
- Hey, Gibbs.
M.P.D. just found our third scientist, Eric Reynolds, near a hiking trail.
He was sh*t to death just like Mason.
Jimmy's still doing the autopsy, but he thinks Reynolds was k*lled a few hours before Mason with the same g*n.
You still there, Gibbs?
Yeah.
You get any prints?
No.
But we checked the video doorbell at Reynolds' home, and... guess who showed up.
This is you at Reynolds' house.
So I went to catch up with an old work colleague, and it slipped my mind.
Well, it just makes us wonder what else slipped your mind, because we found these e-mails you sent Mason on his computer.
And you contacting two people who turn up dead.
It's not a really good look for you, is it?
Wait a minute.
Reynolds is dead?
No, I didn't...
You don't understand.
What we understand is DeepRaven's failure cost you your job.
When you learned the drone actually worked, you saw it as a chance to restore your career and reputation.
But you had to find the drone first.
So you went to Mason and Reynolds for information.
And when they didn't tell you anything, you k*lled them.
I didn't k*ll anyone!
Okay.
Yes, I contacted them looking for DeepRaven research.
But that was only because of what I'd discovered at my current job.
Your current job?
I work at DoD Cyber Crimes.
A few weeks ago, I discovered someone was trying to sell something that was identical to DeepRaven on the dark web.
That's why I went to Mason and Reynolds.
I thought it could be them.
Okay, if this is true, why didn't you tell us that the first time we interviewed you?
He wasn't trying to stop it.
You wanted a piece of the sale, didn't you?
I hate to say it, but I don't think he's our guy.
A smug, greedy profiteer?
Definitely.
But a double m*rder*r?
The way he's panicking?
Hey, Gibbs?
Look, we can keep playing this game where you tell me nothing's wrong, or you can talk to me.
Hey, there you are.
Oh.
Uh...
Sorry to interrupt.
This couldn't wait.
- What do you got?
- I finally figured out the cause of Mason's skin rash.
Jimmy was right.
It was an allergic reaction to something the k*ller was wearing, specifically Calophyllum inophyllum oil.
Kase, English?
Oh, um, it's an oil primarily used in organic suntan lotion.
It comes from the Alexandrian Laurel plant which is native to the Bahamas and only sold on the island.
Whoever the k*ller is, either they were recently in the Bahamas, - or...
- Or they're there now.
McGee.
Call us soon as you get this.
Yes, Officer, I get it that there is a storm, but we have a federal agent in possible danger.
Kittridge was telling the truth.
Kasie analyzed his computer, and someone wastrying to sell DeepRaven on the dark web.
Kasie was able to trace the source to a computer overseas.
- Lucas's house.
- Yeah.
Lucas didn't fake his death to protect the project.
He did it to sell it.
Mason and Reynolds found out, and Lucas flew to D.C. to silence them.
Hey.
Were you able to contact McGee or Delilah?
The storm is bad.
No reception on that side of the island, and all roads are flooded.
Keep trying McGee, Bishop.
Call AUTEC base, Andros.
- See if they can send a chopper.
- Copy.
- Who are you calling?
- Backup.
Wow.
What do they say about the tropics?
You don't like the weather, just wait a minute?
Yeah, I don't know if that applies to hurricanes, Tim.
Help me secure that!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, great!
Do you have flashlights?
Yeah, there's a couple in here.
You might want to check the kitchen for more.
- I'll check the hutch.
- Okay.
Did you find anything?
- Oh, no.
- All right, I'll check the hall closet.
Tim?
Tim?
Tim?
Tim?
Come here.
What?
Sienna flew to D.C. the same day Mason was k*lled.
She's our k*ller.
Don't move!
Sienna, what's going on?
Stay where you are.
Oh, I'd listen to her.
She's already k*lled two people.
What?
I think you put your trust in the wrong person here.
Sienna found out how valuable your research was.
Decided to keep it for herself, probably to sell it.
But when Reynolds and Mason found out what you were up to, you flew to D.C., k*lled them so they couldn't talk.
Is that true?
Check your bag.
Bet you'll find your research is gone.
You can still come with me.
We can sell it and use the money to go wherever we want.
We can stop hiding.
You know I can't let you do that.
Ow!
Tim!
No!
Oh!
- Clarence?!
- Everyone all right?
Oh, Clarence, how did you...?
Our mutual friend Gibbs called and said you might need some help.
Well, you're-you're Gibbs' Marine buddy?
He asked me to keep an eye on you since you first landed, actually.
I would've told you, but Gibbs told me to be discreet.
Sorry about that.
No, no, no, no, that's-that's fine.
Let's see to that wound, sir.
All right, come on.
Here we go.
Oh, thanks.
- You got him?
- Oh.
All right.
Oh, I think Lucas is gonna be okay.
b*llet went straight through.
And how are you?
Are you sure you're okay?
Yeah.
Yeah.
I was thinking about what you said earlier.
I don't think there's anything wrong with us at all.
I think we just let life get in the way a little bit, you know?
But watching you these past few days...
This is gonna sound corny.
No, say it.
It reminded me of you...
when we first met.
You're right.
That was so corny.
Told you.
So I was thinking.
We should do weekly date nights.
Definitely every week.
And we should try to get away more often.
Your mother would love the extra time with the kids.
Tim?
Yeah?
Shut up and kiss me.
Okay, thanks.
Yeah, bye, Mickey.
Well, Lucas is at Andros getting his leg looked at, and the woman formerly known as Sienna Michaels is being held awaiting extradition.
- Formerly known?
- Yeah, it turns out her real name is Deirdre Mulwray.
She's a fugitive, wanted in London for bank fraud.
That's why she's been hiding out in the Bahamas.
God, what is it with the Bahamas?
Fugitives, missing scientists.
I mean, is it really that great?
Yeah, well, we will just have to ask McGee when he gets back.
Won't be anytime soon.
He asked for a few more days off.
He and Delilah are going off-grid.
Oh.
That's good.
That's, uh, good.
That's good for them.
- They deserve it.
- Really?
Thought you'd be jealous.
What is there to be jealous of when you work at the happiest job on earth?
You are so full of it.
Hey, Gibbs, you coming?
I'll catch up with you.
I would have come out there, but you said to keep this between us.
It's fine, Kase.
What do you got?
Um, the blood you found?
I ran it like you asked.
- Mm-hmm.
- I got a match.
Whose is it?
Yeah.
Gibbs.
I saw that you called.
That blood match came back.
Is it Fornell's?
Uh-huh.
Damn it!
How much does Kasie know?
Not much.
I kept her in the dark like all the others.
So Fornell is M.I.A., and we are no closer to catching Merriweather?
Not yet.
What-what are you suggesting?
We keep going.
For how long?
As long as it takes, Leon.
We...