NCIS (2003–…): Season 14, Episode 23 - Something Blue - full transcript

Said lightly season
those home fries, Edmonds.

Last batch tasted like you used
the entire spice rack.

Good morning, sir.
Good morning.
How we doing?

Just finishing up
these last tickets now.

Order up.

Eggs for Opps and Suppo.

Where's the C.O.'s
omelet order?

Should be sent up to
his stateroom by now.

I'll have that ready for him
in five minutes, sir.

Where's Petty
Officer Jones?

Something I can
help you with, sir?

Haring, where is he?

I haven't seen him yet, sir.

Kid probably overslept.
I'll take care of it.

No, I'll take care of him.

You handle the
C.O.'s breakfast.

HARING:
Yes, sir.

Jones! You think morning shift
is optional?

Guess again.

I'm not your mommy and
I don't do wake-up calls.

Get your ass out of bed
and report to the galley.

(sighs) What the hell
is wrong with you, Jones?

You itching to get written up?

Oh.

*

McGEE: All right.
How about this one?

Is that different
from the last one?

Yeah, this one is onyx,
last one was midnight.

So, what do you think?

It's nice.

That's it? Nice?

Honey, it's your tux.

I'll love whatever you choose,

but you need to make a decision.

The wedding's
in less than two months.

Yeah, I know, it's just...

Oh, hon, got to go.
Caterer's calling.

Talk later.

Ah, well, I guess that's
that. Hey, decision made.

QUINN:
Oh, no.

What's with the long face?

Delilah. She hated it.
She hated the tux.

Hmm-mm... what?

No, no, no.
No, she didn't.

That was her fake smile.

No, you're crazy.

Seriously, McGee,
this is classic.

You mean boring.

TORRES:
Yeah, baby.

Huh? That's what
I'm talking about.

Please, no pictures.

Nah, go for it.

Woof.

Was that out loud?

Mm-hmm.
Mm.

You know, that's the kind
of reaction that I want to get

just once, just not,
you know, "You look nice."

Then lose
the dated threads, man.

It's not your prom,

it's your wedding.

Nobody wears
cummerbunds anymore.

REEVES: How about
something like this?

Modern tuxedo
for the modern man?

Hot damn.
Wowza.
Oh, come on.

Sorry, Nick. I didn't mean
to steal your thunder.

Actually, I'm not sorry.

(Torres laughs)

Anyways, you look like a waiter.

Yeah? Well, you look
like Johnny Cash.

Okay, I'll take that.

All right, enough, boys.
McGEE:
It's a nightmare.

Everyone at my wedding
is gonna look better than me.

It could be worse, McGee.

Could be flying over the
Atlantic with Gibbs right now.

I don't know,
transporting a dead body

may be more fun
than this, actually.

Come on, mate.
Look at you.

You look dashing.

Yeah? Really think so?

Yes.

Showstopper.
Mm-hmm.

Did someone say showstopper?

Wow.

Mm.

MAN (over radio):
Flight corridors,
flight corridors,

ready on the helo deck.

All hands stand clear.

Yeah, as I was saying,
helicopters and I

haven't always
exactly gotten along.

You know, but
I've really grown

to appreciate
their efficiency.

We just travelled
around 300 miles

in, uh, around 90 minutes.

Felt a lot longer to me.

MAN (over P.A. system):
...attention all hands,
secure from general quarters.

(chuckles)

Agent Gibbs. I'm the C.O.,
Commander Bitterman.

This is Chief Choi,
our onboard corpsman.

Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.

BITTERMAN:
Appreciate you flying out.

Yeah, not a problem.

This is Dr. Palmer,

assistant medical examiner.

Happy to be here.

I'm not happy that your,

um, sailor's dead, obviously.

That's-that's terrible.

I'm happy as in, uh,

I am happy to help in any way

that I can...

medically speaking.

Someone else
please say something.

Uh, Chief,
would you take Dr. Palmer

to Petty Officer
Jones' body?

Yes, sir. This way.

This is Jones'
service record.

Yeah. When was
his body discovered?

0645 yesterday morning
by his division officer,

Ensign Stoddard.

Master-at-arms sealed off
the area and took photos.

Anything suspicious?

Other than a seemingly
healthy 22-year-old

suddenly dropping dead, no.

I was hoping that
NCIS would help me

shed some light
on this matter.

How well did
you know Jones?

He was assigned as my
food service assistant.

We interacted
on a daily basis.

He was a good kid, he was gonna
make something of himself.

It's a damn shame.

CHOI:
When I was called to the scene,

I did an external exam and found
no outward signs of trauma.

Any defensive wounds?
Negative.

Did Petty Officer Jones

have any preexisting
medical conditions?

Low blood pressure,
which he was on medication for.

His last physical
was two months ago,

passed with flying colors.

(stammers)
Where are we headed?

I thought that the body
was found in crew berthing?

He was, but per
Navy protocol,

his body was moved to cold
storage for preservation.

Cold storage?

Our food-service freezer.

(chuckles)
The health department

would have a field day
with that.

(chuckles) We emptied
the space out beforehand.

Again, per Navy protocol.

What the hell?

Someone cut the padlock.

Jones' body... it's gone.

This will complicate
the autopsy.

I jinxed us, didn't I?

So much for a quiet day
at the office.

So, you're telling me Petty
Officer Jones was murdered?

You can't know that
without a body.

Somebody took it
for a reason. Why?

You and your team are free
to turn this place inside out,

but this ship, my ship,

is set to rendezvous with
the carrier group in two days.

I can't alter course.

Commander, your ship's
an active crime scene.

The only place it's going
is back to Norfolk.

I can't tell you that.

Delilah and I want our
first song to be a surprise.

Are you sure that's a good idea?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Why? What are you thinking?

TORRES:
Well, I don't know.

I've been to many
weddings, man,

and the first song the couple
dances to, it's critical.

I mean, it sets the tone
for the entire marriage.

All right, if I tell you,

you got to promise not to tell
anyone else. You swear?

My honor.

Which one is it? Huh?

"Crazy in Love"?

"Heaven"?

"La Bamba"?

"She Blinded Me with Science."

'Cause when we first met,
we bonded over science.

McGee, no.
No, no, no, no.

It was supposed to be cute.

You know, you're so lucky

my hands are freezing right now

'cause I'll smack you.

QUINN:
Oh, really?

You're cold?

Try being stuck in there.

Did you find anything?

Frostbite count?

Nope.
Then I got nothing.

Where's Bishop?

She's talking
to Petty Officer Jones'

division officer,
Ensign Stoddard.

What do we know?

The victim is Petty Officer

Third Class Gregory Jones, 22.

He's from Overbrook,
Pennsylvania.

Worked on board as
a culinary specialist.

His parents were
on vacation in New Zealand.

They're catching
the next flight back to D.C.

McGee:
Jones got a sister,

Regina, freshman
at John Hamilton.

She's also been notified
of her brother's death.

And it didn't take a
criminal mastermind to break in.

The padlock on the freezer's
just flimsy.

How do you steal a body on board
of a ship full of people

and nobody saw anything?

Maybe someone did.

Finish up in there
and go find out.

You two, back to D.C.

Talk to Jones' sister.
What does she know?

STODDARD:
The top rack is Jones'.

This is where you found him?

Mm-hmm.

I was yelling at him.

Thought he had overslept
and was slacking off.

Ensign Stoddard.

Sorry. I just, I've never seen
a dead body before.

Do you know
what happened to him?

That's what we're trying
to figure out.

Uh, how long have you been
the food service officer?

A little over a year.

Jones is one of 20 culinary
specialists that I supervise.

He get along well with everyone?

Working food service
on a ship is a tough job

and often a thankless one,
but Jones never complained.

He kept to himself
and he worked hard.

But if he had an issue,
he wouldn't have come to me.

Why not?

The enlisted sailors tend
to try and settle things

amongst their fellow blue shirts

before involving
a superior officer,

sort of a unspoken code
of conduct.

All right. Thank you.

That was the front gate.

Petty Officer Jones' sister
is on her way in.

Perfect timing.

Delilah, hey.

And there she is,
our beautiful, blushing bride.

Please, everyone,
help me welcome

the future Delilah
Fielding McGee.

Nick, you are not emceeing
our wedding reception.

All I'm saying is I can
get the party started.

So, what are you doing here?

I am dropping off
our revised guest list.

You're in charge of invitations

and these need
to go out this week.

Wait, 308 guests?

I thought we agreed
on a small wedding.

Oh, we did. Our mothers
are a different story.

With both our families
and our friends

and everyone's plus-ones,

this is where we are.

That's a rookie move.

You don't bring a date
to a wedding.

Come on, man.

You're stuck with them
all night.

So I can mark you
down as solo then?

Absolutely.

But you can trust me,

I will be leaving as a plus-one.

(clears throat) I'm gonna
give you two lovebirds...

some space.

(sighs)

Tim, there's still
so much to do.

I'm-I'm starting to go
into panic mode.

Don't worry about it, okay?

I'm gonna handle
these invitations.

Oh, it's not just
the invitations.

We split our to-do list
50-50, Tim,

and you've been
slacking big time.

What are you talkin...
No, I haven't.

Um, well, according
to the wedding planner app,

you are only,
let me see here,

Uh, ooh, 22% complete.

Numbers don't lie.

Look, I am so
sorry, all right?

Work has been
all-encompassing.

I've had no free time at all.

Oh, and you think that
my 80 hours a week

at the DOD is for funsies?

Honey, I need you
to step up.

Please. This has to be
a team effort.

I will step up, I promise.
Promise?

Yes.
(sighs)
Thank you.

See you for dinner?
Count on it.

Ms. Fielding.
Director.

Director Vance.

You know,
pre-wedding tension.

As someone who
was also married

to a strong,
intelligent woman,

may I give you some
advice, Agent McGee?

Don't blow it?
No.

Never take it for granted.

Not for one second.

And don't blow it.

Mmm.

(sighs, phone rings)

Special Agent McGee.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

It feels like it's
some sort of bad dream.

Like any minute
I'll wake up,

and everything's gonna be
like it was.

Regina, we don't have
to do this now.

We can wait until
your parents get here.

No, their flight doesn't
get in for hours.

I don't want
to wait anymore.

I want to see my brother.

You can't.

Not yet.

Why not?

I thought you needed me

to identify his body.

We did,

but some things
have changed.

Regina, your, um...

your brother's body is missing.

Missing?

How?

That's what we're trying
to figure out.

I can't believe
this is happening.

When was the last time
you talked to him?

Um...

Greg e-mailed me
two days ago.

I was too busy
studying for finals.

I didn't write him back.

He sounded really stressed out.

I should have
made time for him.

Stressed out about what?

He was having issues
with his supervisor.

Said he was being
unfairly singled out.

Picked on.

But he never told me
specifics.

Which supervisor?

Ensign Stoddard?
No.

A petty officer.

I think Greg said
his name was Haring.

HARING: You're both out
of your damn minds.

I got work to do, I don't
have time for this.

BISHOP: Well, time won't be
something you'll really

have to worry about
at Leavenworth.

Does that appeal to you?

No.

GIBBS:
Then take a seat.

You seem a little
defensive, Haring.

Because you think I had
something to do
with Jonesy's death.

Prove us wrong.

Why were you
hazing Jones?

Hazing?

It wasn't anything
like that.

It was all in good fun.
We were just ragging on him.

It's what sailors do
to each other.

We?
The galley crew.

Jonesy was trying
to transfer

out of the food
service division.

As payback for ditching us,

we had him do extra duty.

Scullery, grease traps,
that kind of thing.

That's it?
I told you,

we were just
messing around.

We weren't actually
angry with the kid.

He was our friend.

(sighs)

Well, we checked every
compartment onboard,

no signs of Jones' body.

Crew?
No one saw anything,

no one heard anything.

Someone's lying.
(phone rings)

McGee, where are you?

Portsmouth Pier,
with the Coast Guard.

One of their patrol boats just
pulled a body out of the water.

Jones?

I'm afraid so.

Looks like his body bag
was wrapped inside

an industrial trash bag,

and an attempt was made
to weigh it down.

Something about Jones' body

that someone doesn't
want found.

Petty Officer Jones'
cause of death was

a myocardial infarction.

Too young for a heart
attack, Ducky.

Indeed. But while there
are some rare cases,

this young man's death
was not a natural one.

And according
to Abby's blood panel,

fludrocortisone was
found in Jones' system.

DUCKY: It's a medication used
to treat low blood pressure.

It's noted in his
medical file.

That would kill him?
Yes and no.

He also tested positive for
methylenedioxymethamphetamine,

more commonly referred to
as MDMA.

Uh, "molly."

Ecstasy?
Disco biscuits,

happy pills, egg rolls,
hug drugs.

Uh, dancing shoes...

Taken separately,

neither of these
substances

would prove fatal.

But they were
taken together.

That caused a lethal reaction,

which sent Jones
into cardiac arrest.

This is the rope that we found
tied around the body bag.

I was just about to
bring it up to Abby.

These corresponding
marks on his ankles

suggest that he
was tied down,

uh, weighed down with
something quite heavy.

Strange, though,
the line isn't

frayed or cut.

The knot must have
slipped loose.

Ah, it's Ginger and Mary Ann.
Welcome back.

How was your
three-hour tour?

I have never been so happy

to see these orange walls.

All right, the ship
wasn't that bad.

Huh? What?

Maybe to you.
I was in the freezer.

My body temperature still
has not gotten back to normal.

What about the crew?
Well, the ship is
on lockdown,

so no one's going anywhere.

Anything on Petty Officer Jones?

Nothing.
The kid was squeaky-clean.

No police records,
no debts.

The guy's credit score
is better than mine.

Hmm, no previous
drug issues?

No, his sister
was adamant

that he just
wasn't into drugs.

Siblings don't always
tell each other the truth.

Maybe he was ashamed
to tell her.

TORRES: Except Jones
was so hyper-aware

of his blood-pressure
medication

that he wouldn't even
drink coffee.

I mean, he avoided caffeine,
and he decided

to dabble in ecstasy?

Does that make sense
to anyone?

McGEE:
Delilah and I
are not fighting.

That's good,
'cause you would not like it

if I took sides.
Why, what are you saying?

That you would take
Delilah's side over mine?
Yep.

You think, just because
I'm your best man,

that I'm gonna agree
with everything you say?

Yes.
Well, think again, Buster.

You've got to be
kidding me.

Partnership is a
50-50 thing, McGee.

You've got to step up.

Abby, I'm aware
of this, okay,

and I already agreed
to make more

of an effort with the wedding.

But can we please talk
about something else?
Sure.

How about Petty Officer Jones'
stomach content?

You found something.

The MDMA in Jones' system

wasn't just your
run-of-the-mill pill.

It was a capsule full
of crystalline powder.

What's the difference?

It's practically like
a double dosage.

Meaning that the side effects
would be twice as strong.

Like, intense euphoria
and trippy hallucinations,

and a serious jolt
to your heart rate.

Making for a death
sentence for Jones.

Yeah.
Check this out.

The highest concentration
of the drug

was found in the
undigested food

that was still
in Jones' stomach.

The powder was mixed in
with his sweet potatoes.

Why would he do that?
He wouldn't.

I think someone
laced Jones' food

with the MDMA,
and it killed him.

MDMA?

It's an illegal
party drug that...

I-I know what it is,
I just can't imagine

Petty Officer Jones
taking it.

He was not that kind of kid.

He didn't take it,
exactly.

Somebody slipped it
into his food.

More specifically,
his sweet potatoes.

Are you sure about that?
Mm-hmm, it's where

it was concentrated
in his stomach contents.

It says here the crew
had spaghetti that night.

No sweet potatoes
on the menu?

Commander.

Just on mine.

I-I special order them.

Only this time, when
Jones brought 'em out,

I had already lost
my appetite, so...

So you offered them
to Jones.

I didn't... I didn't know.

Those drugs were
meant for you.

I guess so.
But why?

You have any issues
with anyone on your crew?

With over 200 in my command,
I can pretty much guarantee

there are more than a few issues
I don't know about.

What crew members had access

to your meals, Commander?

Just the food service team.

WOMAN (over P.A. system):
Lights out. Lights out.

All hands turn in...

Talk about a needle
in a haystack.

I don't know, maybe not.

(pills rattle)

So sailors get headaches?

Don't be so naive, Quinn.
Oh.

Oh. Uh...

(chuckles)

All right,
if you had ecstasy,

where would you hide it?

I wouldn't have ecstasy.

Hey, speaking of headaches,

are you gonna take a plus-one
to McGee's wedding?

No, no.
You mean like a date?

Yeah. Really?
Nah. Yeah.

Weddings are weird enough
without the extra pressure.

Oh, man, I totally agree.
I'm right there with you.

Besides, it's way more fun
to watch all the creepy guys

troll the wedding,
looking for single women

to hook up with.

You know the type.

Uh, sure.

Yeah.

I mean, I just...
I just know

that sometimes real
relationships

come out of those hookups.

Really?
I don't think so.

Anyone going after
such low-hanging fruit,

they're not really interested
in a relationship.

It's actually quite pathetic.

Uh, I wouldn't
call it pathetic.

I don't know, but maybe
I'm just the romantic type.

Oh...
What is this?

Not aspirin.

Whose bunk?

Petty Officer Haring.

So much for our
innocent buddy.

Huh.

Sorry I'm late.

All right, 300 invitations,
here I come.

Delilah?

DELILAH:
Hey. Yeah, I'm in here.

Hey.

Hi.

Wow, is that the time?

Yeah, it's 9:30. You okay?

Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine,
I just hit a wall,

going over the invitations;

I thought I'd lay down
for a minute,

and suddenly,
it's two hours later.

Oh, well, obviously,
you needed it.

You've been burning
the candles at both ends.

Mmm.
I'll tell you what:
you lay down,

I will go work on
the invitations,

and what I don't get to,
we'll do in the morning.

No. Honey, we can't.

I want to feel like
we accomplished some work today.

That's what this is beginning
to feel like, is work, huh?

You know, it's our wedding,
it's supposed to be fun.

And it will be fun.

As soon as we get
the invitations in the mail.

There's only one guest I really
care about coming, anyway.

Who?
What do you mean, who?

You.
Aw.

Me, too, you.

But we're not guests, Tim,
we're the main event.

Will you please grab my chair?

But we are also two highly
trained, skilled individuals

who have done much more
stressful things

than throwing
a wedding.

So I think
we will be okay.

You all right?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Delilah.

No, no, no, no.
Delilah, Delilah.

Wake up. Come on, wake up,
honey, wake up, wake up.

Can you hear me?
Wake up, honey,
come on, come on.

TORRES:
Hey, Haring?

Sing me one of
them old classics.

You know, the one called,
uh, "Those aren't mine."

They aren't mine, I swear.

Someone must've
planted them there.

Oh, that's my favorite.
(chuckles)

That's the one.

Now, why would someone do that?
I don't know.

Look, you got to believe me.
I told you,

I have no beef with Jonesy.

Hmm.

What about your C.O.?

Whoa, what?

What does the commander
have to do with this?

Bowline, Haring. Tie me one. Go.

Bowline?
The knot.

Go.

Are you checking to see
if he was a Boy Scout

or a good sailor?
I've been both.

Bowline.

Clove hitch. Go.

You gonna tell me
why I'm being tested?

Tie the damn rope, Haring.

Okay.

Clove hitch.

QUINN:
Well, so what's next, Gibbs?

You gonna have him knit you
a sweater?

He's not our guy.
How do we know that?

The rope around the body
was tied in a granny knot.

It's amateur,
it's sloppy.

It's all wrong
for weighing down a body.

Unlike this perfect clove hitch.

Like you would know
an imperfect one?

I passed basic seamanship,
sister.

Not every sailor has.

All right,
so we go back to the ship,

and we perform this test

with the whole crew.
(phone ringing)

It might not tell us
who the killer is,

but it might narrow down
our suspects.

Yeah, McGee.

What?

Where? Whoa, whoa.
Slow, whoa... Slow down.

Slow down.

Hey. Hey,
how is she?

They're still running tests.

You should've called last night.

Boss, I was a mess,
I was totally a mess.

Delilah was out cold until
the paramedics arrived.

She's gonna be okay.

What if she's not?

She will be.

She will be.

Come on, sit down.

Boss, when Delilah was
paralyzed, the doctors said

that there could be
more complications...

McGee.
...down the road.

What if this is now,
what if this is down the road?

This is down the road.
Tim.

Take a breath.

All right? Come on,
have a seat.

Wedding invitations.

That's what we were talking
about when she went down.

If those are our last words,
I swear...

No.

Won't be.

Keep breathing.

It's like, all the little things

that we get so worked up
every day,

we ignore what matters most.

Look at me.

Let's just wait, okay?

Wait and see.

And breathe?

Oh, yeah.

(chuckles)

And breathe.

(inhales, exhales)

*

What can I do, Abby?

You could tell me
Delilah's okay.

No word yet; Gibbs wants me
to fill in until she is.

So, what have we got?

Uh, major mass spec
matched the MDMA

found under Haring's bunk
to the MDMA

that killed Petty Officer Jones.

Though we're fairly certain
Haring's not our guy.

Are you saying
it's the exact same strain?

Well, it's the exact same
capsule.

Known on the street as...

Blue Burgers.
Blue Burgers. You know them?

Yeah, I worked
narcotics back home.

I know they're very popular.

Double dose and high intensity.

They look nothing like
my kind of burger.

Just hung up with my
friend Betty at the DEA.

And what did your
friend Betty say?

Well, her office

has been trying for months
to nail a dealer in Norfolk

who specializes in Blue Burgers.

Do you have a name?

Yep, uh, Vernon Palumbo.

Apparently, a big fixture

in the Norfolk bar scene.

Okay, Vernon Palumbo.

He's got a long juvie record,
mostly narcotics.

He was paroled last year
from Norfolk Detention Center.

Fancy a drive, Ellie?

Only if I'm driving.

He has trouble staying out
of the left side of the road.

(laughs softly)

It was one time.
(whispering):
More than once.

It was one time, Ellie.

No, no, you keep
checking, Torres.

Until we hear from Bishop and
Reeves, no one leaves that ship.

No.

There is no news.

I'll let you know
when there is.

What's the latest?

No news for you, either.

Why does everybody have
to know everything?

Isn't that our jobs?

Delilah!
Thank you for
keeping him company.

Hey, honey. How you feeling?

Oh, I got a whopper
of a headache. How are you?

I'm better if you're better.

All right, well, come on,
they're gonna move us

to a room
while doctors compare notes.

Agent Gibbs,
you're welcome to stick around.

No, no. You two go ahead.

Hey, uh, let me know.

Okay.

Boss...

(rock music playing, laughter,
indistinct chatter)

Ha.
(sniffles)

Vernon.

How you doing?

Heard you're a man
who knows how to get things.

Is that right?
Yeah.

And you are?

I'm Clayton.

That's my girl over there,
Ellie.

Hmm.

We're actually heading down
to Miami for the weekend.

Was, uh, hoping to make things
a little bit more interesting.

Let me stop you there.

First of all, you're
obviously a cop.

So is your girl there.

You seem awfully sure
of that, Vernon, uh,

is there not
a "second of all," or...

Second, that's the worst
British accent I ever heard.

Now, whatever it is you
think I can "get" you,

you won't find on me now, so,

(English accent):
take a walk, mate.

Well, you're as good
as advertised, Vernon.

Law enforcement's
clearly no match for you.

Then why are you still here?

Look.

It's not your Blue
Burgers we're after.

We need a name.

A face, you know,
whichever comes first.

Let's just say, hypothetically,

you sold some ecstasy to
a young sailor a week or so ago.

You expect me to remember?

You know, "hypothetically"?

Well, if not,

we could not so hypothetically
bring you down

for questioning
for a few days.

A few days?
Yeah.

On what charge?

Doubting my accent.

And while we question you,
it'll sure look

like you're cooperating with us,
whether you are or not.

That can't be good for business.
Mm-mm.

Or your health.

Yeah.

And when would I have
encountered this sailor

you're looking for?

Well...

You know you're gonna be fine,
right?

Yeah, I know.

You sure you know?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I know.

Well, if I'm not...

Don't go there.
Don't go where, hon?

There's here, there is here,
we're here now.

This is happening.

And everything's gonna be fine.

I'm just saying,
if it's not...

Then whatever it is,
we'll deal with it, okay?

Can I finish, hon?

Sorry.

I'm just saying,
if it's not,

we're still okay. Hey.

As long as we have
each other, we're okay.

Okay.

Okay, then.

"Okay" what?

Have you slept, Agent McGee?

No. Yes. Uh, doesn't matter.

How's Delilah?

She's fine.

Really?
Really.

Yes, aside from a mild
concussion from your fall,

brain function is
completely normal.

Oh, that's great.
Yeah.

That's great news.
Same with the blood tests.

The recent stress likely
contributed to you passing out.

But only because you're
a tad anemic right now,

and that's to be expected, so...

Wait, what?
Why is that to be expected?

Well, in your current condition.

Oh.

Wow.

You don't know.

Know what?

You're expecting.

Expecting what?

A baby.

You're pregnant,
about ten weeks.

(gasps)
Oh.

That's exactly
how I imagined it.

(phone ringing,
elevator bell dings)

(indistinct announcement
over P.A. system)

NURSE:
Hey, Abby.

Oh, my God.

Not you, too?

Hey, Abby.

I'm okay, I just,
I just passed out.

ABBY:
"Just"?

People don't just pass out.

It's okay, Abby, we're fine.

You're not fine.

You're glowing.

Why are you glowing?

We're not glowing.

Mm, definitely glowing.

I didn't stay up
all night worrying

to not know why you are glowing.

All right, Abby,
we haven't heard back

from Delilah's mom yet,
so until she knows,

you can't tell anyone.

Seriously?

Just until we let family know.

I'm not gonna tell anyone.

But...

seriously?

This... is... the
best news ever!

(chuckles)

Been through half the crew
so far and only half of them

know how to
tie Navy knots.

Uh, your rope trick is great
for eliminating suspects,

but not exactly
finding them.

You' re on speaker,
Bishop, how'd it go?

And then there
were three, Gibbs.

Three crew members
from the McGuire

that our dealer Palumbo thinks
he may have done business with.

Anyone we know?

Matter of fact,
Clayton's texting over

the one we
know right now.

Stoddard, the food
service officer.

Is Agent Quinn with you?

Yeah, Clay, I'm here

and, uh, just received
your text.

Wait, isn't he the guy who found
Jones dead in the first place?

GIBBS:
(sniffs) Mm-mm!

Sure does smell good.

I hope you don't mind.

Actually,
you're violating

quite a few regulations.

Tell me you washed
your hands, at least.

Oh, yeah,
mine are clean.

How about yours?

I scrub in like a
surgeon for every meal.

Now, if you don't mind,
lunch isn't for another hour.

These regulations,

they meant to keep anybody
from wandering in here

and messing with the food?

That's the basic
idea, yeah.

Hmm.

Only authorized personnel
like yourself

have access to everything
that comes out of this place?

What are getting at,
Agent Gibbs?

He's getting at whatever problem
you have with the commander.

You know what
this needs?

Grape jelly.

I don't have a problem
with the commander,

but I'll have him on both
your asses in two seconds

if you don't get the hell...
There really is
nothing to eat here.

I just want a burger.

You know, really rare,
almost blue.

Do you have anything like that?

I don't know
what you think I did...

We don't think, Stoddard.

It was an accident, okay?

Just a prank.

I didn't mean for anybody
to get hurt.

You did way more
than hurt Jonesy.
It was meant for the commander.

Not to kill him, just to get him
back for busting our humps.

Jonesy eating his food
was a fluke.

Like throwing
his body overboard?

And planting the drugs
in Haring's bunk?

That a fluke, too?

No.

I was just stupid.

When I saw the commander's
empty plate

next to Jonesy's body,
I-I just...

I thought it was
gonna come back to me.

I guess I panicked.

Okay?

I'm sorry.

I really am.

BISHOP:
It's a little late
for an apology.

Yeah, he kept calling
it, uh, an accident,

a total fluke.

Seems like him and
our ecstasy dealer

are made for
each other.

Hey, you guys got
the good news, right?

Delilah's okay?

Yes, uh, thank goodness.
Yep.

Just a fainting spell.

Probably just stress, you know,

from planning the
wedding and all,

but she's okay now.
TORRES:
Well, that's great.

Anything else?

What? No, no.

(chuckles nervously)

No.

Why would there be
something else?

Heh.

I mean... I mean,
that good news,

that's... enough
good news, right?

Uh, yes.
ABBY: Yeah.

VANCE: That's very
good news indeed,

Miss Sciuto, but
I have a question.

Actually,
question's for you,

Agent Gibbs.

Do you have any idea why McGee
would invite me to his home

for dinner tonight?

Why?

Why not?
Well, it...

...it's not the invitation,
it's the wording of the e-mail.

He marked it "personal" and...

I was asked not
to tell anybody.

Yet you're telling me.
Well, you're not anybody.

And...

and it's just odd.

Short notice,
the secrecy.

Well, if it makes you feel
any better, they invited me.

I'm gonna be there.

You will?
Mm-hmm.

Uh, me, me too.
Same invitation?

Yeah, I got one too.
Me, three.

We all got invited,
apparently.

Well, not much of
a secret then, is it?

Huh, why now? Why tonight?

I know, so suddenly.
So soon after
Delilah passed out.

Abby?

QUINN:
Wow, place looks good as new.

Doesn't it? I mean,
you'd never know

the awful things
that happened here.

But we know.
I still wish I didn't.

McGEE: Hey, everyone,
it won't be much longer.

DELILAH: Sorry to
keep you all waiting.

Dinner is almost ready,
I promise.

McGEE: Actually,
dinner is ready,

but, uh, we're just keeping
it warm until we can...

tell you all something.

We have a little
announcement to make.

Some good news
to share.

Because you're all
so special to us,

we wanted to tell you
all together, at once.

They already know.

What? Abbs?

I'm sorry.

I got really,
really excited

and then
I totally blew it.

And I'm sorry.

It's all right,
you didn't blow it.

Actually, no,
she did kind of blow it.

Hey, I got ahold of
my mom this morning,

so our families are covered;
it is all good.

It's not all good,
it's all wonderful!

That's right.
Congratulations.

(applause)

(chuckles)
McGEE:
Thanks, guys.

But that is not the
only reason you're here.

There is one more
piece of business,

and it is actually
the real reason

we asked you to
be here tonight.

McGEE: As you know,
we've been planning

our-our big summer wedding,

but with a baby on the way,
we didn't want to wait.

DELILAH: My mom found out
she's gonna be a grandma,

so the wedding somehow
took a back seat.

McGEE: In a few weeks,
we'll have a party

for out-of-town family,
but right now,

we want to share something
with our other family.

One that means more to us than
we could ever tell you guys.

Mm-hmm.

So with you all of you here,

we'd like to get married.

But-- what...
for real?

You mean, like, like, right
now? Like, right here?

Right here in Tony's
creepy old apartment, Nick.

Just replace bad
karma with good.

Abby, you're still
my best person.

Unfortunately, we had
a bit of a problem

getting Delilah's sister on
a flight out to London, so...

What do you say, Gibbs?

Be my man of honor?

Be my honor.

Well, in that case,
may I be the one

to give you away?

My father's looking down
right now,

and I am sure
he would approve, Ducky.

(chuckles)
Thank you.

Mm.
VANCE:
Well, then,

all you need now is
a priest or a rabbi or...

Or a minister?

Way ahead of
you, Director,

McGee asked me this morning.
Dr. Palmer is now fully licensed

for such occasions.

All it took was
20 minutes online and,

thanks to the
Interfaith Inspiration Church,

you can now all refer to me
as "Reverend Jimmy."

(laughter)

Let's get this show
on the road, people.

Come on, let's do it.

Yeah!
Okay.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah, just having a little
problem with these cufflinks.

Admiral stars, that's nice.

They were my dad's.

Figured I'd wear them,
almost like him being here.

Oh, he's here.

All right.

What do you think?

Well...

I think...

Here.

Boss, I think something
borrowed is more for the bride.

No, that's not borrowed,
that's yours.

My mom gave it to my dad
when they got married.

It's right before
he shipped out.

My dad gave that to me
on my wedding day.

I only wear it on
special occasions.

You wore it tonight.

Well, yeah.

I had a feeling.

Boss, you sure there's no one
else you'd rather give this to?

Who better than you, Tim?

Thank you, boss.

("She Blinded Me with Science"
by Thomas Dolby begins)

(softly):
Hey.

Now that's a tux.

Ooh. Triple woof.

* It's poetry in motion...

Can you believe it?
Oh...

* As deep as any ocean...

* As sweet as any harmony

* But she blinded me
with science *

* She blinded me with science!

(chuckles)

Thanks, Duck.

* She failed me in biology,
yeah... *

JIMMY: Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here today

to lovingly unite our good
friends Timothy and Delilah

in the joyful bonds
of holy matrimony.

Now, Tim, repeat after me:

"I, Timothy McGee..."

I, Timothy McGee...
"...take you,

Delilah Fielding..."

...take you, Delilah Fielding...

"...to be my lawfully
wedded wife."

...to be my lawfully
wedded wife.

JIMMY: "I, Delilah
Fielding..."

I, Delilah Fielding...

"...take you, Timothy McGee..."

...take you, Timothy McGee...

"...to be my lawfully
wedded husband..."

...to be my lawfully
wedded husband...

"...in sickness
and in health..."

...in sickness and in health...

"...in good times and in bad..."

...in good times and in bad...

"...for as long as we
both shall live."

McGEE AND DELILAH:
...for as long as
we both shall live.

JIMMY:
Now,

by the power
invested in me,

I now pronounce you
husband and wife.

* Poetry in motion...

You should smooch.

(cheering)

* As deep as any ocean

(laughter)

* As sweet as

* Any harmony
(whooping, whistling)

* She blinded me with science!

* She blinded me with...

Congratulations, Tim.

*

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