NCIS (2003–…): Season 10, Episode 20 - Chasing Ghosts - full transcript

GIBBS:
Previously on NCIS:

- No kiss for your father?
- What are you doing here?

LEON: Arash Kazmi is Eli's
new VIVAK contemporary.

Iranian intelligence.

[GUNFIRE]

Abba. Abba!

- Leon?
- She's dead.

My wife is dead, Gibbs.

Where is Ziva David?

- You are?
- Ilan Bodnar, Mossad deputy director.

I've known llan since we were children.
He always fancied himself a son to Eli,

a part of my family, which he is not.

You lied to me
about the real reason for Eli's visit.

Tricked by that dog Kazmi to believe
in some ridiculous pipe dream

- of peace between our countries.
- I'll be home soon.

Ziva, does the word "virtue"
mean anything to you?

In Hebrew the word is Tohar.

- Connection?
- A man's middle name.

- Whose?
- Ilan Bodnar.

Bodnar's in the wind.
His hotel room's stripped clean.

He could be anywhere.

[MUSIC PLAYING INDISTINCTLY
ON STEREO]

Noah, I'm home.
Are you going in late today?

My flight was awful.

Slept about three minutes.

And I was sitting next to
one of those open-mouth snorers.

[PHONE BEEPS]

A grizzly bear with a cold
would've been quieter.

Oh, speaking of which, I may have
to go to Alaska in the fall for work.

Honey?

Noah?

[WHISPERS]
Noah.

[PHONE RINGING]

Noah!

[RATTLING OUTSIDE]

Whoever you are,
I'm calling the police.

WOMAN [OVER PHONE]:
911 operator. State your emergency.

- Oh, Callie.
- Oh, God, Ben.

What are you?
Wait, where's Noah?

I saw the back door open
early this morning.

I called several times
to tell Noah to close it.

- When I never heard back, I decided...
- Ben.

- Where is my husband?
- I looked everywhere, Callie.

He's gone.

- Do you mind?
- It's 8:05.

Yes, I can tell time just fine, Tony.
Thank you.

- No, Ziva's late.
- By five minutes.

Something's definitely up.

You haven't noticed she's been
a little off the past few days?

She's been off? That's a good one.

Think about it. Personal phone calls
to Shmeil at all hours.

Yesterday she came back from lunch
smelling like Thai food and beer.

So she stopped for takeout.

Ziva hates Thai food.

And she drinks on the job about as
often as she gets my movie references.

Open your eyes, McHelen Keller.
Something's going on.

Okay, I get it. You're nosy.
You can't help it.

- It's called being a good citizen.
McGEE: No, it's borderline stalking.

- What's next, a Ziva-Cam?
TONY: Maybe.

- Let's put a pin in that.
McGEE: Tony, stop.

Please, stop.
And please, for the love of God,

put that pen down
before I stab you with it.

TONY:
Sorry. Look.

We both know that Eli's
been on her mind lately.

- And his killer's still out there.
- What, Bodnar?

That's CIA now. You think Ziva
would go after him on her own?

[INHALES]

Shh. I think Crying Tiger Beef
has entered the building.

Hey, Ziva, how are you?

- What did you call me?
TONY: Huh?

Nothing. I didn't call you anything.
Where you been?

I had to take care of some things
this morning.

Anything you'd like to share?

GIBBS:
No time to share.

Time to move, ladies.

Naval officer's husband
has gone missing.

Come on, let's go.

LEON:
Quick word, Gibbs.

Homeland's called twice.

- Ziva?
- Yeah.

Word is she's been sniffing around.
I got a pretty good idea why.

She's not the only one.

- You're looking around too.
- No, not yet.

But if and when I do,
you'll be the first to know.

Team's waiting.

Husband's name is Noah Daniels, 37.
Works as a realtor in Fairfax County.

- Any sign of forced entry?
- No, not according to the police.

His wallet, watch and cell phone
were found in the house.

Is that the wife?

Navy Reserve Lieutenant
Callie Daniels.

Paramedics are evaluating her
for possible shock.

Well, let me know
when they're done.

It's gonna take a while
to process everything.

This place is a total mess.

GIBBS:
Yeah, he went down with a fight.

McGEE: Well, the blood trail leads
through the kitchen.

- I'm gonna start in there next.
- Anything around the perimeter?

Nothing so far,
but police are still searching.

Looks like a happy couple.

So, uh, tell me about this car again.

Uh, Older model, light sedan,
maybe a Chevy.

Tinted windows.

First saw it idling in front of Noah's
house around 2 this morning.

- Did you see the driver? Plates?
- No, too dark.

- So then what happened?
- Then, uh, tried to go back to sleep.

Heard a door slam. Got up
and saw that same car tearing off.

When I noticed Noah's door open
this morning, I got a bad feeling.

Poor Callie. The look on her face.

Lieutenant Daniels,
I'm Agent David with NCIS.

You have been cleared to talk to us,
if that's okay.

Is this really happening?

Please, tell me
this isn't really happening.

Blood trail stops at the door.

Rest of the kitchen looks untouched.

No signs of a struggle.
No blood anywhere else.

Wait a second.

Should I open it?

That's a yes.

- Ooh.
- What, McGee?

Where's the rest of him?

Looks like it was severed
at the flexor tendon.

Would have had extensive bleeding.

Definitely an injury you'd seek
immediate medical attention for.

So I went ahead
and took a tissue sample.

Abby's testing it now.

- All right. Very good, Mr. Palmer.
- You know, this is great.

I mean, the two of us
are sitting here working.

You over there doing your thing,
me over here doing my thing.

It's like we're the best tag team
ever, right?

You want to tag in? Huh?
You wanna?

You're busy.

Based on the size and shape
of this fingertip,

I would say it came from either
the third or fourth digit.

Vena amoris.

- Actually I was thinking the ring finger.
- As am I.

The Romans believed that
one should wear the wedding ring

on the fourth finger
of the left hand.

Yes, because a vein in that finger
runs straight through to the heart.

Vena amoris.

Literally, the vein of love.

Ah. So maybe the wife...

That has to be left up to Agent Gibbs
and the others to decipher.

My task is a psychological profile.

Gathering all this has taken
most of my time this morning.

Say no more.

Let me clean up over here
and I will jump right in.

No, no, that won't be necessary.

I just need some peace and quiet.

And this work is
still a bit out of your reach.

So, uh...

Oh.

Okay. Um...

I will just leave you to it.

Okay.

No, you know what? I take it back.
It is not okay.

Look, I appreciate you throwing me
a bone once in a while,

or in this case, a finger,
but it's not enough.

I wanna step up
in all aspects of my career.

And I will not let you
send me on my way

because you think something is
beyond my reach.

It's not beyond my reach.
I can help. I want to help.

I want you to teach me that.

Are you through?

I believe so, yes.

Then pull up a stool.

A man's life hangs in the balance.
We need to work fast.

Boss, BOLO is out on
Noah Daniels and the sedan.

- Get anything?
- No, nothing yet.

The state and local police
are on high alert.

I'm still scouring traffic camera
feeds in the Fairfax area.

Hope this doesn't turn into one of those
whacked-out games of tic-tac-toe.

You know, a finger here,
an arm there.

You find a head,
then you got a meat puzzle...

Noah Daniels. Put it up.

He was born in Schenectady,
New York.

The only child of Martha and
Samuel Daniels, both deceased.

Employed as a realtor.

- Trouble with the law?
McGEE: No, record's clean.

All I could find was a jaywalking ticket.
That's about it.

Money problems?

Still searching bank records
from his home state,

but looks like everything's good.

He's got a credit score of 810.
Mortgage payments up to date.

DiNozzo, tell me about
Callie Daniels.

There's no debt on her end either.

Enlisted in 2005, served two tours
before joining the Reserves.

Her unit's working on a classified case,
so unable to access files.

CO confirmed that's why she was
in San Diego the past three days.

- No kids. Married ten years.
TONY: Ten years.

Just enough time to really
start hating each other.

My money's on the wife, boss.

Oh, think I got something.

It's off a traffic camera eight blocks
from the Daniels' house.

That's our guy.
Terrified captive look and all.

- What's the time, McGee?
- 2:15 a.m.

That's right after the neighbor
saw the car fleeing the scene.

GIBBS:
Keep with it.

Check with homeowners
and residents in the area.

See if anyone's seen that car
in the last eight hours.

It's about time, Gibbs.

We gotta hop to it.

Strange things are brewing.
Mercury's in retrograde,

- just so you know.
- Abby.

Who knows what kind of mayhem's
gonna pop up after the sun goes down.

So chop, chop. Over here.

I'm still piecing everything together,
but this is what we know so far.

Since most of the destruction
was contained in the family room,

it's clear that Noah Daniels' abductor
didn't violently enter the house.

That's a countertop, Gibbs.

Um, and there's no evidence
of a chase.

GIBBS:
Knew the person. Talked to him.

Judging from the blood on the couch,
I'm betting that the finger was cut here.

And the tissue from the finger is a
DNA match to the blood in the house,

so it definitely belongs to, or I guess
it used to belong to Noah Daniels.

No weapon found at the scene?

ABBY:
No, and there's no prints either.

Except for ones that match
Lieutenant Daniels and her husband,

but that makes total sense,
because it is their house.

We could be dealing with a pro.

And he may have more than
a few special skills.

See how the finger was severed
right at the joint?

The wound is uniform,
there's no rough edges.

- It's almost...
- Surgical.

Yeah.
Our suspect has trauma training.

He knows how to detach
a finger cleanly.

But lucky for us,
he left something more than a finger.

You got a second blood type.

And it's not from the lieutenant
or her husband.

Find a match, we find our suspect.

ABBY:
Hopefully before sundown.

Mayhem, Gibbs. Mayhem.

You saw him. So he's okay?

- We believe he's alive, yes.
- Then where is he?

- Who took him?
- We're working as fast as we can.

Well, work faster.
I need to know where my husband is.

You said earlier
that you talked last night.

- What time was that?
- Do we need to go through this again?

- It's important we get all the facts.
- Fine.

It was around 7 my time.

Noah was home.
He was getting ready for bed.

I heard the news on.

Noah always plays on the computer

and watches news
before he goes to bed.

Drives me crazy.

- He sound agitated? Upset?
- No, he was fine.

None of this makes any sense.

Was your husband ever involved
in illegal gambling? Drugs?

Are you kidding?

Noah doesn't like anything that makes
him feel like he's losing control.

He fight with anyone recently?
There any threats?

Not that I know of.

What about with the two of you?
Any issues?

Look, I love Noah.

And I just...

When I walked into the house
this morning,

I was tired.

I was bitching about stupid stuff.

Ten seconds later,
none of that mattered.

All that did was
that my husband was gone.

Gone.

I just want him back.

- You reading Ziva's diary again?
- She's trolling for news on Bodnar.

You know, you really need
some kind of hobby.

- Like Boggle or scrapbooking.
- This is not good, McGee.

Tony, leave it alone.

I'm just saying, she's hopped
on the rogue train before.

BOLO status. Now.

Well, no news is bad news, boss.
Trail's stone cold on the sedan.

No recent attempts to call
Lieutenant Daniels' cell phone,

but we do have something else.

Bank records in the victim's
home state turned up a trust account.

TONY: His father made a killing
in construction.

Left his fortune to his son
when he died last year.

That's more than $2 million.

If this lunatic is after Noah's
inheritance, he'll never get it.

- Why is that?
- His father worked hard his whole life.

Noah would rather die
than give it up.

- You a signee on the account?
- That's what his father wanted.

[PHONE RINGING]

GIBBS:
McGee.

McGEE: Unknown caller.
Could be the kidnapper.

Put it up.

ZIVA: Keep him on the line
as long as you can.

- Hello?
NOAH: Callie!

Oh, my God, Noah,
are you all right?

- Where are you?
NOAH: I'm not sure. It's dark in here.

- I miss you so much.
- I miss you too.

I'm gonna get you home.
You just need to hold on, okay?

NOAH: I'll try.
MAN: Shut up!

- Meet me or he dies.
MAN: No, Callie, it's a trap!

[NOAH & MAN GRUNTING]

Noah? What's going on?

Noah!

[GUNFIRE]

Tell me you got that.

1673 North Chesapeake
Center Drive.

- Just off Route 123.
- DiNozzo, let's go.

- Ziva, stay with her.
CALLIE: Please, find him.

TONY:
Federal agents. Step out of the car.

NCIS! Let me see your hands.

TONY:
Lots of blood, boss. He's gone.

All right, yeah.

Hey, boss, no bullets
or shell casings

- found in the car.
- Could've been shot somewhere else.

- This just became a recovery situation?
- Maybe.

- So how do we tell the wife?
- We don't. Not till we have a body.

[PHONE BEEPS]

McGee got a hit on the plates.

Car's registered to a Landers Orton
from Roanoke, Virginia.

What kind of name is Landers?

LANDERS:
It's like I said.

You got the wrong guy.
I didn't kidnap nobody.

It's your car, Mr. Orton.
Victim's blood was found inside.

Name's Noah Daniels. Take another
look and tell us where he is.

I said, I don't know.
I never seen this guy before in my life.

- Where is he?
- Please, I don't know anything.

We're done. Lock him up.

I think my brother
might be involved, all right?

My kid brother, Darryl.

- Keep going.
LANDERS: I...

I lent him my car a few days ago.

He said he had a job interview
out in Fairfax.

Look, when he didn't come back,
I knew something was up.

- You talk to him since?
- No, not a word.

But he...
I think he took my debit card too.

See, this is why I'm so glad
I don't have siblings.

Darryl might have screwed up
before,

but he is not capable
of what you guys are saying.

He's a good kid.
He's just kind of lost is all. He...

All he wants is to clean up
and stay out of the big house.

He served time?

Just released six months ago.

CALLIE: I don't recognize him.
- Sure your husband didn't know him?

I'm not exactly sure
of anything right now.

I wanna know
how the hell this happened.

You had him, Agent Gibbs.

I heard my husband's voice
on the phone. He was this close.

- And you just let him get away.
- Doing our best.

Your best isn't good enough.
Not for me.

Look, I'm sorry.
I know you're all working hard,

but I don't know how much more
of this I can take.

We need to find this bastard.

Background. Let's go.

Darryl Orton, 25.

Raised in southwest Virginia, dropped
out of high school his sophomore year.

In and out of jail ever since.

Graduated from shoplifting
to the rough stuff in no time.

Last conviction was assault
with a deadly weapon in May 2011.

Brother, debit card activity.

Nothing since this morning,
but I did find multiple charges

to a Casita Rebecca's restaurant
over the last week.

And, boss, Noah Daniels has been
there more than a few times himself.

Time stamps on the receipts show
they were both there two days ago.

- Means our victim was targeted.
- Get Ziva, go.

We're just starting
to put it together here.

Lieutenant Daniels needs her
husband and we need answers.

In the meantime, I'll keep the FBI
in the loop. They've set up a tip line.

They're freezing Daniels' trust account.
I'll let you know what they find.

Do not worry, Callie.
We will find him.

I lied to you.

Things have been bad

between Noah and me.

And...

And I think I fell out of love with him.

And this morning,
realizing that he was gone,

I know it sounds crazy,

but I knew I still loved him.

- Knowing he's hurt...
- Lieutenant...

And what am I doing? Nothing.

I'm just sitting here waiting for you
guys to try and get him back.

It is hard to let others take over.

Well, I'm not that girl.
I don't let others take over.

I fight for what I want.

- Your husband is still out there.
- Your co-workers don't think so.

I saw the looks
on their faces earlier.

They think he's dead, don't they?

Well, I know he's alive, Agent David.

I can feel it in my bones.

If her husband doesn't turn up alive,
grief's gonna be ten times worse.

Hope is all she has, Tony.

Well, a strong woman like that,
it's gotta be hard not to be in control.

- She will persevere.
- What choice does she have, right?

It's not about a choice.
It's about survival.

She will not stop
until she gets her closure.

We still talking about the lieutenant?

Please, do not go there. I'm fine.

REBECCA:
Diego, delivery's in the back.

Think that's her.

- Rebecca Chaidez?
- Huh?

Agents David and DiNozzo
from NCIS. We called.

This man, Noah Daniels,
he's missing.

We know he was here
a few days ago.

- Did you see him?
- He's missing?

I just... I saw him last week.

He comes in here every day for lunch.
Really nice guy.

- He ever give you any problems?
- Mostly keeps to himself.

A few of the waiters have
become friends with him.

Told them that he came into
some money recently.

We also know
he is a customer of yours.

- Do you recognize him?
- Wish I didn't.

Darryl Orton. Horrible temper.

I've had to call the cops on him a few
times after fights that he's picked.

Do you know if Mr. Orton
ever approached Mr. Daniels?

He did get into his face
a few days ago.

- About the money.
- Orton say anything else?

[PHONE RINGS]

ZIVA:
I have to take this.

Excuse me. Sorry.

What else did Orton say to him?

[SPEAKING IN HEBREW]

REBECCA:
Like I said, he was drinking...

The Duck keeping you up
late again, huh?

Oh, no, I asked to be here.

"Begged" is a more
appropriate description.

Well, I thought it was time
that I learned the psychological side.

- You're moving up in the world, Jim.
- Mm-hm.

Yeah, well, right now
he's just moving.

- Hmm?
- Do you mind?

Well, anyone who abducts
and mutilates his victims,

well, in such a violent manner,
has no regard for human life.

Which leads us to our suspect,
Darryl Orton.

State records list him
as a tortured soul.

Born into poverty, third of nine children
to Glenda Jean Orton.

Put up for adoption.

And the case worker said
that he was told his whole life

that he was a total waste of space.

Which leads to feelings
of worthlessness and despair.

He thinks he doesn't deserve
to be here.

As a result,
he lives a life without fear.

Death doesn't scare this guy.
Not much does.

In other words, we feel you're
headed for a violent showdown.

Then we track him down

- before he hurts somebody else.
- Question is, though, where is he?

"Craves a sense of belonging.
Wants a real family."

The one that he has
is a total dysfunctional mess.

Yes, but we tend to run
to what we know best.

I believe he'd still rather be near them
than anywhere else.

The woods, southwestern Virginia.
Near his brother.

MORROW: Decaf skinny
with a double shot of hazelnut.

Can't believe you made me order this.
It's not even real coffee.

Highlight of my day, Leon.
Let me have it.

Tom Morrow. It's been a long time.
Is Homeland treating you all right?

Bureaucratic nightmare most days,
but I'm settled there.

Doesn't mean I don't miss
the director's chair, NCIS.

Well, it misses you back.

[MORROW CHUCKLES]

We're not the only ones who know
Agent David is hunting around.

CIA's aware too.

She needs closure, Tom.

And you don't?

If it were up to me, I'd give you his
coordinates and tell you to have at it.

But it's not, so I can't.

Saying you know where he is?

Recent intel has him still in Rome.

Hard though this seems, you're gonna
have to trust that we'll take care of it.

I do.

Tell Agent David to stay away.

That's the best thing for everybody.

TONY: Search of the woods near
Orton's childhood home was a bust.

- No sign of him.
GIBBS: McGee.

Surveillance cams?

Keeping an eye on everything
from here to Roanoke.

Local and state authorities are sending
updates too, but we're at a standstill.

It appears the calls to
Lieutenant Daniels have stopped.

- She's safe at home?
- Dorneget is standing by.

Orton could've disposed of
Noah Daniels' body and fled the state.

- What if we never find his body?
- Then we keep going until we do.

Agent David's right.
It's the only way to build a solid case.

Uh, boss, the trust account's
been compromised.

Money's gone.

That's not possible. The FBI froze it.

- Somebody hacked in.
McGEE: Orton opened an account

this morning at a bank
in southern Virginia.

Made a deposit for 37 grand.

So Orton wiped out the trust fund
and is spreading the money around?

Sounds pretty complex
for a high-school dropout.

Yeah, too complex.

Gibbs, hi.

I was just about to call you.
I have big news. Huge.

About the way Noah Daniels
was taken from the house?

How do you know what I'll say

- before I say it?
- Gifted, Abs. Go.

Okay. Now, we know that
this was a brutal fight.

And brutal enough to knock over
furniture and send pictures flying.

And my guess is that
Noah Daniels was kicking

and screaming the whole way,
but take a look at this.

If he were kicking and screaming,

then these throw rugs would be
pretty messed up.

And there would be scuff marks
all over the walls.

And yet...

Ta-da. The walls are clean
and the rugs were barely even moved.

There is nothing to indicate

that Noah Daniels
struggled on his way out the door.

- Probably because...
- He passed out.

- He had to be carried.
- Bingo.

But now for the huge part,
and I mean that literally.

Noah Daniels was 6 inches taller and
50 pounds heavier than Darryl Orton.

There is no way Orton carried him
out of there on his own.

GIBBS:
He had help.

McGEE:
Darryl's brother has an alibi.

He was working the graveyard shift
at a Roanoke pulp mill

the last two nights.

- The supervisor confirms it.
- As does security camera footage.

Contact with anyone besides
the brother this past week?

Orton's kept pretty much to himself
since his release from prison.

No cell phone. No job. Not even
a pissed off ex-girlfriend to contact.

Restaurant owner see
him with anybody?

No, never.

[PHONE RINGS]

McGEE:
McGee.

Yes, I'll tell him. Thank you.

- FBI just got a credible tip.
- Orton?

McGEE:
Person matching his description

was just seen checking into the
Stargazer Motel off l-66 an hour ago.

DiNozzo, Ziva. Let's go.

Darryl Orton!

NCIS, open up!

He left something.

"Sorry to all I hurt. He's dead.
I threw his body in the Potomac."

Maybe we'll give Lieutenant Daniels
closure after all.

The bullet entered here
on his frontal lobe,

but the exit wound is not consistent
with a self-inflicted gunshot.

He never saw it coming.

No gunpowder residue
on his hands either.

DUCKY:
This was not a suicide.

Someone sure wanted to make it
look like it was.

I might know who.

Give me an update on Noah's body.

TONY: State police are dragging
the river near the spot

where Orton abandoned the car.

- You got anything?
TONY: No.

Not a finger or a toe,
and not even a shred of clothing.

So I guess the note
was meant to throw us off.

You catch up fast, McGee.

The motel manager confirms only the
cleaning crew accessed Orton's room

- before he checked in this morning.
- Surveillance videos?

The security cameras have been
down for repair all week.

Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs.

Sounds like Abby
had a breakthrough.

Correct, with "break"
being the operative word.

Or more specifically,
what was not broken.

Take a look at this and tell me
what you see.

Blissful ignorance. Rent-a-tux.
Talking. Never mind.

No cracks.

Frame is not damaged.

Lieutenant Daniels said that was
on the wall above the couch.

Right, there is no way that landed
on a hardwood floor without a scratch.

And there's more. McGee,
can you put up the file I sent you?

Okay, so look at the position
of the couch.

See how it's turned over on its side?

- Flipped over during the fight?
- That's what I thought too.

But the couch has a solid oak frame.

It's impossible for it
to end up like that

by just being bumped into
during a fight.

Must have been placed that way.

- Yeah, which means...
- Crime scene was staged.

So whoever staged Orton's
death to look like a suicide...

Went out of his way to make it
look like Noah's in danger.

ZIVA: That could only be one person.
- Noah Daniels.

Call the tip line, McGee.
Who made it?

Anonymous. Didn't leave their name,
but I've got the recording.

MAN: You couldn't be mistaken?
REBECCA: I'm positive it was him.

MAN:
Where was this?

REBECCA: Walking into
the Stargazer Motel off l-66.

He had on a gray sweatshirt
and jeans.

Please, you have to send
someone out there.

MAN:
Dispatch a unit right away.

You don't have to yell.
I said I was leaving right now.

I just wanna know
how this happened.

You said nobody
was gonna get hurt.

- Talking to your boyfriend?
- That was business.

- Always is.
- Excuse me?

We know that this is your
second restaurant to fall into debt

in the past five years.

We also know Noah Daniels
was helping bail you out.

We saw the flirty e-mails,
we have the phone records.

Yes, he helped me.
But we were friends, that's it.

So when did you and your friend
decide to fake his disappearance?

Correction, Ziva. Death.

The severed finger was a nice touch.

Clean cut right at the knuckle.

Who knew all that culinary school
training would come in handy?

[SCOFFS]

What you're saying is crazy.

- I'm a good person. I would never...
- Except you did.

And a man's dead because of it.

I had no part in that.

Noah, he's lost control.
We were just supposed to get away.

We weren't supposed to deal
with his wife and...

- Deal with a messy divorce?
- And splitting the inheritance.

No, that money is Noah's.
His wife had no part in that trust.

TONY:
Is that what he told you?

He was lying. Big surprise.

I trusted him.

He kept telling me not to worry and
that everything was going to be okay.

But everything happened so fast.

And then when I found out
that Darryl was...

What's gonna happen now?

What are you gonna do to me?

You help us,
maybe we can help you.

Where is he?

Looks pretty good
for a dead guy, boss.

Okay, I don't even know
what that means.

McGEE:
NCIS.

Get up.

- Get on your feet.
- Okay.

Okay, no need to get rough about it.

- I can explain everything.
- Explain it to your wife.

CALLIE:
How could you?

Do you have anything to say?

I can't believe you.

I'm done.

GIBBS: Paperwork?
- Not exactly, boss.

GIBBS:
Go home. Case is closed.

I saw McGee leave. Ziva too.

Are you gonna keep doing that?

Doing what?

Something on your mind, DiNozzo?

If Ziva was up to something, you'd
wanna know about it, wouldn't you?

I'd wanna know she's safe.

But you'd want to respect
her privacy.

Unless she was in too deep.
Why? What is this about?

Permission to look around, boss.

You worried about her?

Then go find her, DiNozzo.

Now.

Tony, it's unethical, okay?

McGee pinged me last month
and I felt violated.

Come on, Abby, you're all I've got.
I suck at this computer stuff,

and your Wonder Twin is at
a video-game-geek social tonight.

- That's not till next week.
- I need to find her.

I think it has something to do
with Bodnar.

I knew it.
I knew that's what she was up to.

Oh, my God, Bodnar.

That's really, really bad.

It's not like I'm surprised
this is happening.

If I could set my clock to
every time Mercury

- messes with somebody in my life...
- Abby,

just tell me you'll do it.

Of course I'll do it.

TONY:
Gotta be getting warm.

Passed four Thai restaurants
and two bars on my way here.

Not warm, Tony. Red hot.
Now walk 20 feet due north.

I might be a little over-dressed
for this place.

Okay. Okay, stop, stop, stop.
You got it.

You're the best, Abs.

[ZIVA SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

I wanna help.

McGEE:
Is that the food?

What are you doing here?

Well, I was gonna ask you
the same thing.

Now that the kidnapping case is over,
we were gonna tell you.

Ziva was just waiting
for the right time.

Things got out of hand, one phone call
led to another, and then...

The next thing you know,
we're holed up in this crummy studio,

obsessing about where to go next.

Well, I like what you've done with
the place, ha. Matching computers.

- I mean, that's adorable.
- It's not funny.

- This is serious.
- I'm well aware of that, Ziva.

You're tracking a CIA target
and using NCIS resources to do it.

McGEE: No, this is all off the books.
TONY: Oh, good.

Because that makes it
ten times worse.

That's a nice way to lose your job,
guys. It's only a matter of time

before word gets out that you're
tracking him internationally.

- If it isn't out already.
- Technically we're not tracking him.

I have friends and contacts
monitoring bank accounts

and airport activity
all around the world.

Shmeil putting in some overtime
for you, huh?

Shmeil is one of my contacts, Tony,
but that is not what matters.

Shortly after my father's death,

Bodnar was caught
on a surveillance camera

exiting a Dulles Airport
parking garage.

Twenty-five minutes later, he was seen
leaving a restroom inside the terminal.

A person matching his description

landed at Rome's Fiumicino Airport
the following day.

This is actually one of the last
pictures taken of him.

There have been possible sightings
in Switzerland and Prague

as recently as last week.

We think he's exhausted
all of his fail-safes

and is still hiding somewhere
in Western Europe.

Or the CIA has already
gotten to him.

- He's in custody or dead.
ZIVA: Bodnar's not dead.

He's alive.
And I'm not gonna stop until I find him.

So when do you plan
on telling Gibbs?

What, Ziva?

I would like your permission to travel
to Europe to find Bodnar.

I have been trying to locate him
with the help of McGee

- and various contacts.
- I know.

You have known all this time?
Then why did you?

You needed to be ready to tell me.

He's in Rome.

That's what I thought too.

GIBBS:
What are you waiting for?

Take DiNozzo. Go.
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