NCIS (2003–…): Season 15, Episode 18 - Death From Above - full transcript

(seabirds calling)

(phones ringing, low chatter)

Wow.

Yeah, tell me about it.

I thought this was gonna be
all technical stuff.

I didn't know
Ducky wrestled a python

or met David Bowie.

Yeah, on the same day.

This book is
really detailed.

Yeah, and really entertaining.

And really long.

I mean, 311 pages?

I'm never gonna finish this.
Well, that's only

the first five chapters.

There is no pictures.

Well, the publisher
doesn't add

visual elements
until after the first proof.

So there will be pictures?

Certainly, Nicholas.
There will be an abundance

of photos, charts, sketches,

and maps.
Sweet.

You've already finished?

I couldn't put it down.

You wrestled a python?

Oh.

I see Jethro

has yet to begin.

I thought perhaps
he might take advantage

of a relatively quiet day.

Always the calm
before the storm.

- Body, Gibbs?
- No.

New case?

- No.
- So the storm

was just a figure of speech?

You think?

Oh, it's perfect. You
can, uh, start reading.

Heavy.

Yeah, it's, uh, exercise
for your brain

and biceps.

Yes, I-I plan to make
a few trims

before handing it in
tomorrow.

So I'd appreciate

your e-mailing me
any comments that you have

by the time I get back

to New York.
What, tonight?

Oh, my assistant Kasie's orders.

Any later,

and she's threatened
to break both my arms.

(chuckles)
TORRES: Eek.

I guess you guys
got some work to do.

You didn't actually read it,
Nick.

So I got no notes.

(explosion,
electrical crackling)

(thudding)

Uh...

Boss?

(low murmuring)

♪ NCIS 15x18 ♪
Death From Above
Original Air Date on March 27, 2018

McGEE:
Well, this is a new one.

JIMMY:
Yeah, a body on our own roof.

Can't beat the commute.

Tell that to him.

BISHOP:
Carl Higby. 35.

Air-conditioning repairman.

McGEE:
Dangerous job. Today, at least.

Looks like a transformer blew.

Well, that explains
the power surge

before the body
hit the skylight.

It also explains all
this charred flesh.

Likely the cause of death.

And you all
witnessed it from below,

so you know
the time of death.

Which means we might get to
finish Ducky's book, after all.

No, not until we confirm
what happened.

I guess it could have been
faulty equipment.

Our insurance and his employer
will want to know.

So will his family.

All right, I'll call the
company, you take the family.

Hey, yo!

You guys need to see this.

You got something?

Well, it's not about the case.

Check this out. (grunts)

What is all this?
Wh...

It's...

an NCIS secret break room, baby.

No way.

Oh, it's so peaceful
up here.

And the view, oh.

And you get full bars.

Where else in the world
do you get that?

Do I smell doughnuts?

Oh, that must be

from the bakery down the corner.
Mmm!

Is this heaven?

Oh, really?

Okay.

Is that how you guys
are gonna play it?

What?

You didn't know
about this place?

We didn't. Right, McGee?

I've never been up here before.

Then whose chair is this?

Oh, don't look at me. I...

Gibbs.

Chief.

Thanks for taking the time
to see me.

You look great.

Three weeks on a romantic cruise

in the Mediterranean
will do that.

(chuckles)
Judith sends her best.

Oh, yeah, I'll bet she does.

And so does Junior.
I saw him in Paris

before the cruise.
Mm-hmm.

And, uh, my granddaughter--

she calls me Pop-Pop.
(chuckles) Aw.

- Isn't that great?
- That's great.

We still on for that drink?

We were.

Something came up.

Well, I guess our drinks
will have to wait.

You okay?

Well, actually, that's what
I wanted to talk to you about.

Boss, we got a problem.

Oh, Mr. D.
How's it going?

(chuckles):
Funny you ask.

I was just talking to the...
McGee, what do you got?

I tried calling the HVAC company

to let them know
what happened.

I'll go find Jimmy.

Rain check, Gibbs?
You got it.

Thanks.
What'd they say?

Well, I didn't get through
'cause it turns out

the District HVAC Service
doesn't exist.

What?

Then who the hell's on our roof?

Hey. Not only
is the company fake,

so is our dead guy's I.D.;

Carl Higby is an alias.

(sighs) I'm running
the fingerprints

through AFIS,

but this gets worse.
Like, way worse.

- How?
- Jimmy confirmed that the cause of death

was from a concussive force
from an explosion.

Right, the AC transformer.
No.

The transformer boom was caused

by a prior boom.

Boom, boom?

Mm, yeah.

So, Jimmy
found steel fragments

in the body,

and good ol' Major Mass Spec
found traces

of potassium nitrate
on the victim's clothing.

Not to mention,

this was in his
burned up toolbox.

This looks like a detonator.

Because it was.

There was a bomb in his toolbox?

With faulty wiring,

which caused
the first explosion.

And then that caused
the transformer to blow.

So our intruder
accidentally killed himself...

With a pipe bomb.

On the roof
of NCIS headquarters.

(exhales)

(elevator bell dings)
Whoa.

(indistinct chatter)

Jack, where's the fire?

Funny, but not far off.

Phony repairman blew himself up

with a pipe bomb.
Where?

On the roof.

Temporary evacuation
till the bomb squad

can get here for a sweep.
The REACT team's involved?

Is that for anyone
in particular?

Not anymore. Help yourself.
Thank you.

Oh, let me get that
for you, Cindi.

Sloane, I'll meet
you downstairs.

Yeah, right behind you.

(scanner beeps, door opens)

All right, let me know when
you have more, Sergeant.

Thank you.

District HVAC Service

was on the list
of approved contractors.

- Somebody put 'em there.
- Front gate's pulling records now.

But our repairman, he passed
their visual inspection.

Dogs, too.

That explosive
was very well hidden.

This, uh... (sighs)

this could have been bad, Gibbs.

It still might be.

Which is why I'm
evacuating the building.

REACT team's got a tent
in the motor pool.

Until we can I.D. the body
and its intended target,

your team
should regroup outside.

What about you?
I'll be running point

from MTAC.

You stay, I stay.

I'm touched.

The case is in here, Leon.

This is our house.

And I'm trying to protect it

and the people inside.
So am I.

You got 30 minutes to finish
any work inside the building.

Then I want you
and your team out. Understood?

(phone rings)
Go, Torres.

TORRES: Top floor.
Yeah, on my way.

You didn't answer me.

Hey, Abby,
can you take this down

to the evidence garage for me?

Hey.

Where's Abby?

Per new protocol,

“In the event
of a precautionary evacuation,

“all evidence must be stored
in the evidence garage

prior to evacuation.”

Can you believe it?

Well, actually...
I mean, I guess I can see

how, like, some lawyer
could use the confusion

of an evacuation

to call into question
this chain of evidence,

but both autopsy and Abby's lab
have secure storage.

These new rules

clearly are written by some
out-of-touch bean counter.

I helped write that
protocol when I was at NSA.

You used the word “evacuation”
and “evidence”

twice in the same sentence.

Is everything okay, Jimmy?

Senior told me

he's quitting
the Sherlock Consortium

for Investigation.
What?

I-I fought so hard
to get him in.

And Senior was on cloud nine.
He and Judith are in love,

and the Sherlocks
were like his quirky new family.

I mean, what happened?

(computer chiming)

Hold that thought.

Dead guy's fingerprints
just came back.

And he has
a criminal record.

(elevator bell dings)

(elevator bell dings)
Hey!

Senior. What are you doing here?

You are a sight for sore eyes.

Aw. Where is, uh, Jimmy?

He went to ask you for a favor.

Uh, to take the evidence
down to the garage?

He said he had too much to do

before Vance kicks us out
of the building.

How did you know?

Because I was about to ask him
for the same favor.

Yeah. Jimmy has one
Oh.

that looks just like that.

That's the official
membership card

for the Sherlock Consortium.

I'm turning mine in.

You're quitting already?
Is everything okay?

Well, it's a long story.

And, see,
I was on this cruise...

You know what,
maybe we should just wait.

Um, looks like

Jimmy's even more behind
than I am.

The body isn't even put away.

We should help him.
Move the body?

Yeah, it's
already processed.

Here, put this on.
Wouldn't want to ruin

a nice cashmere sweater
with some fluids.

Fluids?

GIBBS: How'd our dead guy
get on the roof?

A utility ladder outside.

Lock was cut.

No one questions a repairman
climbing on the roof.

Avoided the metal detectors
downstairs.

Yep, and check
this out.

It was open
when I found it.

Gibbs, somebody's
been in our building.

Somebody's coveralls.

Our dead guy's not alone.

What the hell
was inside of that?

This isn't over.

I think it's time for us to go
downstairs and get our weapons.

(electrical crackling)

Carl the repairman is actually

Eric Barnhardt
of Baltimore, Maryland,

and he has got a drug
record a mile long.

Explains the track marks
I found on his arm.

Yeah, well, drug using
and drug selling,

but this guy's never
come close to terrorism.

(door locks)

Part of your
redundant protocol?

No...

(electrical crackling,
power winding down)

(doorknob rattles)

It's locked.

Update. Go.

Front gate just confirmed
there were three names

approved for
District HVAC Service.

Three?
Where are the other two?

We're pulling security footage
on them now.

All right, put it up.

I'm sorry.

The system doesn't seem
to be responding.

(electrical crackling,
power winding down)

(loud buzzing)

(door locking)

Agent McGee?

McGEE: System appears
to be in lockdown.

We can't control it.

Well, then we need
to go someplace

where we can.
Come on, everybody out.

(rattling)

(power winding down)

Power outage?

We should find Gibbs.
Right.

Please,

stay where you are.

Who are you?

The guy in charge.

Someone must've hacked into our
security grid and locked us out.

Which can only happen
from inside the building.

One of our three repairmen.
SLOANE: Whatever happened on the roof

is still happening.
Hey, is anyone out there?

Other parts of
the building?

Everything from the front doors

to the lab is locked down.

The main lighting system
and the elevators are off,

but, like MTAC, backup power
keeps a few things working.

What about the computer network?
Off.

No cameras. No Internet.

And the building-wide cell phone
jammers were activated.

They were installed after
the Navy Yard bombing.

SLOANE:
To prevent using

cell phones as detonators.
Smart, right?

But now we can't call out
and we can't get out.

Until the system is back online.

Right.

(siren wailing)

WRIGHT: Give me a count on that.
FIREMAN: Eight.

Sounds good. And you, too?
Yes, ma'am.

One, two, right?
Yeah, sounds good.

REEVES: Hey.
Yeah?

Has Agent Sloane
checked in?

No.

Well, what about Gibbs?
He's still inside.

Why?

Who are you again?

Reeves. MI6.

Special Agent Joanna Wright.
NCIS REACT.

Agent Gibbs and his team
got clearance

from Director Vance
to continue the investigation.

Well, I just ran
into Torres on the way out,

and he never said
a word. Wanker.

Don't bother. Cell jammers were
activated inside the building.

- Since when?
- Just now.

Well, did they say why?

It's standard procedure
during bomb sweeps.

I'm going in
to find Gibbs, all right?

No, you're not.

Tell me you're joking.

While I do have
a charming sense of humor,

I never joke when it comes to
the safety of our people.

Until my orders change, no one
gets back in that building.

Is he a friend of yours?

Brother.

Take him and go.

He's not going anywhere.

But one of you
are coming with me.

No. We're not going
anywhere with you.

I'm the one you want.

Let the girl go.
She's just an intern.

She doesn't the know
the difference between

a scalpel and
a butter knife.

Excuse me.
Look at the way she dresses.

I'm the medical
examiner here.

I've been here for 30 years.

Anything you need, I can get.

And you are?

I'm, uh, Dr. Donald Mallard.

All right, old man.
You got the job.

Let the girl go.

She won't be any trouble.

Oh, you're right about that.

She won't.

That wasn't part of the deal.

Dr. Mallard, time is precious.

There's one of our
missing repairmen.

Armed.

My SIG is locked
in my desk. Yours?

Yeah.

I got an idea.
I'll be right back.

Torres.

I can get to my desk, Gibbs.

Stop.

Trust me. I'll be back.

Is breaking out
really necessary?

I mean, the network
could just come back on.

Dead guy on the roof,

pipe bomb, and now
we're trapped.

Do you really just want
to sit here and wait?

When you put it that way,
kind of.

Something is wrong and we have
to get out there and help.

It's... (sighs)
It's just a matter

of finding the right wires.

JIMMY: I've been reading more
about our dead guy.

While he doesn't
have any priors for

attacking government
buildings...

...that name, Adrian Fincher,
it does ring a bell.

It should, because he's
a drug kingpin in Baltimore.

Says here our victim
used to work for him.

Wait.

NCIS just took over a case
from the DEA in Baltimore.

Ugh. There's no such thing
as a coincidence.

This thing just got
a whole lot bigger,

which means we really
have to get out there

and tell someone,

so please help me.

(Bishop sighs)

Let's see, um, okay.
Yellow and blue

make green,
green means go.

I just went left to right,
but that works, too.

Okay, wish me luck.

Three, two, one.

(crackling)

Whoa. Oh, that
is not good.

(electrical crackling)

BISHOP:
Oh, no. Major Mass Spec.

Oh, that's even worse.

All right.

I am... patched in.

- To the system?
- Well, no.

But I had another idea.

I hope it's a good one.

Here's how I see it:

the bad guys enter

a secure government building
to plant a bomb.

But it blows up prematurely.

So with a full-scale
investigation going on,

why stick around
and lock down the system?

Big risk.
Unless there's still a plan to execute.

Which means they must have
a way to talk to each other.

Now, if we rule out
cellular frequencies

or Internet, we're left with...
Two-way radios.

Right. Now, I got a manual
scanner right here.

We can't radio out...
But we can listen in.

Maybe put a timeline on getting
the hell out of this place.

Well, that's if they're talking
to each other,

and if I can find
the frequency they're using.

Do it, McGee.

Right.

(Sloane sighs)

We're gonna get out of here.

I don't like cages.

(radio chirps)
Where the hell are you?

(bossa nova music plays)

♪ ♪

Hey.

Hey!

Man, turn off the music!

All right, all right,
all right. You got me.

I skipped that stupid
evacuation drill.

Go ahead. Go ahead.
Write me up.

I don't care. Some of
us got a job to do

and not all of us
get paid overtime.

Besides, I'm trying
to get home to the wife early.

You know, the kids
are at a sleepover,

because, you know,
I'm trying to get

that bada-bing, bada-boom,
you know what I'm saying?

Shut up and listen
to what I say.

You agents--
they-they give you a badge

and you think you're that cool.

And all of a sudden,
you're better than everybody.

Hey!

I don't have a badge!

Huh?
And this is not a drill!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You're not NCIS?

Yeah, and you're not that smart.
Put your hands on your head.

Okay. Okay, okay.
Now!

BURKE:
Why are you yelling?

Hold right here,
Dr. Mallard.

Found the janitor
wandering around.

Idiot wouldn't
stop talking.

Move.

(Burke laughs)

What's so funny?

You. You're the idiot.

He's not a janitor,
he's an agent.

This is his desk.

Looking for this?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Cuff him.

Come on.

Palms out.

Don't try anything.

I'm taking them both with me.
Avoid any more problems.

Move.

(grunts)

Burke.

What the hell's
wrong with you?

No names.

Don't you think you've
had enough of that?

Back off.

I'm not your brother.

I'm just here to make sure
you guys get the job done.

Which means I'm the one
who takes them to the garage.

If you and your boss
want this job done,

you stay the hell out of my way.
Do you understand that?

Elevator, now. Move it.

It's Burke, right?

Of course it's Burke.

Well, joke's
on you, buddy.

The elevator is off.

Won't be for long.

(radio static crackles)

Director, I'm sorry.

I thought this was worth a shot.

BURKE (over radio):
Elevators, now.

SLOANE:
Wait.

Who is that?

Do you copy?

Turn on the elevators.

We're on our way down.

Down where?

Who's he talking to?

(elevator bell dings,
doors open)

Thank you.

In the elevator, face the wall,
don't turn around.

And you,

make sure Agent Janitor
was alone.

And check the drawers for guns.

(elevator bell dings)

Well, somebody's
controlling the system.

Which means
they're in the system.

They're logged in right now.

I can see the root directory,

but I still
can't change it.

We don't have to--
all we need to know

is where the last
command came from.

It's got to be a terminal
in this building.

Do you mind if I try?

I'm doing everything I can, sir.

This is my job.

And Agent McGee
is only doing his.

Thank you.

The hacker was in
the power grid.

All right, there.

There's the line of code
that turned on the elevators.

It's terminal 661,
is where the command came from.

66... Where is that?

Agent McGee?

SLOANE:
Gun!

(grunting)
(gunshot)

(groaning)

Here.

We have a mole problem.

HR is gonna have a field day.

It's been ten minutes
since we lost cell service.

It's been ten minutes
since we lost cell service.

Any word from Vance?

No. Which, I'll grant you, has
me on the verge of concerned.

Well, then, this should
put you over the edge.

I've been reviewing
the security records.

Not only did a phony
repair company

make its way onto
the Navy Yard,

there were three names
on the clearance list.

WRIGHT: Including the
dead guy on the roof?

Yeah. So where
are the other two?

Doesn't mean they're inside.

AGENT (over radio):
Visual inspection complete.

Ma'am,
building entrance appears

to be locked down
from the inside.

You sent a team to
check those doors?

You do think something's up.

Roger that.
Have your team fall back, over.

Fall back?

We need to be
running in there.

With Sherman tanks.

Bomb squad's ten minutes out.

Meanwhile,
my friends are in there,

dealing with God knows what.

Even if that
was the case,

busting in without
knowing the play

would put them
in even more danger.

If there's
a problem,

the agents inside will tell us.

Hey, I'm sorry, Nick.

Everything got messed up.

I was just trying
to protect Abby.

I had no idea
that she'd...

Quiet.

You're quite the chatterbox,
aren't you, Dr. Mallard?

You, inside.

Inside, now.

BURKE:
To the right.

Sit.

It's time for you
to earn your keep.

I need all
evidence box numbers

pertaining
to an Adrian Fincher.

The drug lord?

You guys are
either good friends,

or you owe him a lot of money.

Or maybe your brother did.

If you're trying
to get a rise out of me,

I don't get upset that easy.

Oh, no.

Not an Army man like you.

(scoffs)

That was a long time ago.

Loyalties change.

Not mine.

So you'll understand
when I say...

...suck it.

Maybe we ought to just...

(grunts)
Come on, man!

You were talking
about loyalty?

(Senior coughs)

Please, go on.

(coughing)

All right, all right, all right.

You win.

(crackling)

So...

...I think we need
to change our approach.

I think we need
to change our names.

Your hot-wiring has
destroyed Abby's lab.

We highlighted dangerous flaws
in the backup power system.

Look, we have to get out
of here, and I don't really

hear you coming up
with any solution.

W-We'll figure out something.

When God closes a door,
he opens a window.

Yes. The windows.

No, forget it.
Not even God can open those.

That is three inches
of hermetically-sealed

bulletproof glass.

Really?
Yeah.

Changes were made
after the sniper.

What? What sniper?
Doesn't matter.

The only thing that opens
that window is a pipe bomb.

We are not building a pipe bomb.

But we have the chemicals.

BURKE (over radio):
Turn on the garage computer.

FRANCIS: Wait, you're still
in the garage?

What is going on down there?

Let me go.

BURKE:
Turn on the damn computer.

Where are you?

Hard to find
good help these days.

Everybody's learning
the hard way.

She's been listening in on their
radio frequency the entire time.

“NCIS Technician Leslie Vyas.”

You've been here six years.

Why risk it all?

McGEE: Director,
we've got a big problem.

There's a timed lockout
on her workstation.

I can't get in
without a password.

Thank you for following orders.

Unlike your boy on the radio.

Gonna have to find the
evidence on your own.

You're here
to destroy it.

That pipe bomb

on the roof had me,
uh... (chuckles)

had me really confused.

But then I looked up.

Plan A was to...

just drop it in and walk away.

Until your brother, well...

(chuckles)

...blew himself up.

That was
embarrassing.

Plan B was to have us
help you steal it. And...

...what's Plan C, Burke?

Oh, you're gonna love it.

Here, have a seat.

(grunts)
Thanks.

How you holding up?

(sighs)
It's been a rough week.

Well, it's about to get worse
if we don't get out of here.

I know this isn't exactly
the best time, but, uh,

I've been dying
to tell someone.

Okay, that's a very poor choice
of words.

Judith dumped me.

What?

(straining):
Come on, you son of a...

(copier whirring)

Who's there?

Judith was a special lady.

I loved her.

Even after I found out

that she was going
with a much younger man.

The cruise director,

Cristos.

They were going below deck.

Yeah, that's-that's rough.

You know, rejection, uh, sucks.

Mm.

Well, I've been told.

What?

You've never
been dumped?

I know, right?
(chuckles)

It's a gift.

(liquid sloshing)

What about Eleanor?

What? Bishop?

No, we've never, uh...

Wait, did you hear
something?

Did she say something?
(clattering)

How do you like Plan C, hmm?

Well, I don't like it.

Look, Burke, destroying evidence
is one thing, but...

murder is another one.

(flames whooshing)

Sweet dreams.

(whirring)

(dial tone drones,
phone dialing)

(out of service signal,
dial tone drones)

(phone busy signal beeps)

(signal continues beeping)

Damn it, show yourself!

(distorted beeping slows, stops)

(copier whirring)

(frustrated grunt)

Come on!

Where are you?!

(grunts)

NCIS

Special Agent Gibbs
requesting a 999.

Over.

Copy that, Gibbs.

REACT team is mobilizing.

Don't bother.
Turn around.

What is your sitrep,
Gibbs? Over.

It's Gibbs, isn't it?

We're coming in.

I was done here, but you've gone
and complicated my exit.

Gibbs, come in. Where are you?

Now you're gonna fix it.

We can't get NCIS back online
without your password.

I know.

I guess we can
rule out coercion.

This isn't the attitude
of someone who's acting

under duress.
It's over, Leslie.

Why don't you help yourself out
and talk to us?

You can't keep this up.

Resolve isn't her problem.

Is it, Leslie?

You have a beef with NCIS
or just with life in general?

Nice.

Just undergraduate
or master's, too?

You don't know anything
about me.

You didn't even know my name
until you read it on my badge.

Did you?
I got it.

Disgruntled employee.

Am I right?

Poor you.
Clearly,

we didn't give you
what you were looking for.

Attention?
Money?

Money!

Sitting for six years
at the same government computer

earning
the same government paycheck.

So when somebody knocks

on your door
and offers you 20 grand

to put a name on
a list, you jump!

Am I close?

It was $75,000.

And they found me online.

(quietly):
Genius.

What did you say?
O-Okay.

All right. Okay.

Why are they here?

Nobody was gonna get hurt.

What about the pipe bomb?

I didn't know about that.

And the gun in your boot?

VANCE:
Password.

There isn't one.

Please tell me you didn't.

You locked out the
entire system without

a backdoor?

Doesn't a pipe bomb
need a, you know, pipe?

We just need to break
the window.

You're good at this.

It's just basic physics.

Mixed with a little
middle school rebellion.

I just hope we're not too late.

AGENT: TAC, Alpha Team
entering first floor.

I told you
to get me out of here.

Where are we going?

Up.

The same way I came in? No.

That's all there is.

You can check for yourself
on channel two.

WRIGHT:
Copy that. East wing clear.

Ground floor sweep in progress.

Alpha Team moving to squad room.

Or you can shoot me
and just be done.

(chuckles)
You're my insurance policy.

I don't think so.

Start climbing.

Move it.

(flames crackling)

What are you doing?

I'm looking for something to

get us out
of these handcuffs--

bolt cutters,
wire cutters, a hairpin.

I mean,
I'll settle for a paper clip.

Wait a minute.

(grunts)

All right,
that was not on my wish list.

Unscrew it.

(coughing)

The Sherlocks are
always prepared.

(coughs) Elementary,
my dear Agent Torres.

Everybody on three.

Yeah.
One, two, three.

(grunting)

Okay. Right. We shut off
the backup power supply

and we turn it
back on again.

Wait, just like I do
with my phone?

It can't be as simple as that.

It's not. A sudden power boot
could overload

the internal data servers
and fry the whole system.

- Or destroy years of digital files.
- Shh!

Nobody told you to speak.

She's right.

This may not work.

Do it, McGee.

(power winding down)

(Senior coughing)

(coughing)

Stay with me, Tony.

(groaning)

Oh, please tell
me it worked.

(computer whirring, beeping)

Okay. Okay, we got it.

- We got it.
- Yes! - Yes, yes.

I just need a minute
to get the building back online.

Start with the
doors, please!

Oh, Director.

What is it now?

We got a fire alarm here.

(alarm wailing)
All right. Tony,

let's get you out of here.
(coughing)

Abby.

I-I got to get to Abby.
(coughing)

(water spraying)

(Senior coughing)

We're gonna need an EMT.

VANCE: Officer Reeves.
Director.

There's a fire
in the evidence garage.

I've got a team
headed that way, sir.

Any word from Gibbs?

He radioed for backup,

then went silent.
Nothing since.

Try again.

(echoing):
Gibbs, come in.

(echoing):
Gibbs.

Gibbs would never leave
his weapon.

Director, we'll find him.

Got an extra weapon?

Go.

(helicopter blades whirring)

Hurry up.

Move it.

(grunting)

It's over, Gibbs!

(panting)

Try again, Gibbs!

There's no need.

(gunshots)

(exhales)

Gibbs.

You okay?

That was some nice shooting,
Leon!

It's our house.

Had to defend it.

Is that my weapon?

I tried to stop her.

I hope we're not
too late. 206.

Oh, my God.

Abby.

ABBY:
Hey, guys.

(yawns)

What did I miss?

Abby, we thought you suffocated.

No. In order for this to work,

I had to conserve air.

I guess I just...

fell asleep.

You wanted to be locked
in there?

Well, yeah.

I mean, it was better
than getting shot.

And the bad guy didn't know that

I sleep in a coffin anyway.
(chuckles)

You have weird friends.

Thank you.

(explosion)

What was that?

(glass shatters, debris falling)

(coughing)

(distant siren wailing)
(sighs)

Bishop, you did it.

We did it.

(both chuckling)

Ugh. Let's get out
of here.

(power whirring,
doors unlocking)

Everybody okay in here?!

He did it.
She did it.

It-it was for the good
of the case.

Yeah. I believe you,
Agent Bishop.

Question is, will Ms. Sciuto?

(seabirds calling)

(phones ringing)
Watch your back, coming through.

Are we sure
these desk guys are legit?

Full cavity search at the front gate.
(chuckles)

What's the damage report
on the fire?

A lot of the evidence was
destroyed, including what we had

on our drug kingpin,
Adrian Fincher.

So he avoids prison.

For drug trafficking, yeah.

Meanwhile, one of our own
goes down for treason.

Leslie? Really?

She was always
so nice to me.

Well, she's the reason we have
the man behind the whole attack.

So Sloane got her
to talk?

Leslie gave up computer records.

Fincher.

He's gonna do more
time for terrorism

than he ever would for drugs.

ABBY: ...and that's
when Bishop and Jimmy

rush into my lab and found out
that the intruders

had already destroyed,
like, the whole thing.

Isn't that awful?
Horrible.

How dare they?

The three of you
have a date?

Actually, we all do.

Senior offered to take us out
for drinks tonight.

That includes you, Nick.

Well, I can live with that.

Where's Gibbs?

I wanted to invite him as well.

Uh, he said he went out
for some coffee.

BISHOP:
Uh, that's odd.

He-he told me he was meeting
Vance at the Pentagon.

Hmm.

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