NCIS (2003–…): Season 20, Episode 18 - Head Games - full transcript

Honey? You in here?

Somebody's been a
busy bee this morning.

Oh, eggs and bacon. My favorite.

You sleep okay?

Oh, my neck is killing me.

So much for that
water-filled pillow

my mom sent me for my birthday.

I said I was sorry.

Okay, fine.

Tonight, we can watch
whatever you want.

Hmm?

Uh...

I feel incredible.

That's because
you're dehydrated.

And delirium is a side
effect of dehydration.

Just admit it,
you had fun this morning.

Okay, you were a little
too sweaty for me.

Do we even want to know?

Nope.

Oh, relax.

Hot yoga. Ah.

Yikes. No, I'm with
Knight: too much sweat.

I prefer baked goods.

Anybody?

Triple D's Donuts? These
are always sold out.

How'd you get them? I didn't.

They're a little too
mainstream for me, but...

I'm coming around.

They were here when we got in.

Aren't these donuts

triple delicious?

I got up at 5:00
a.m., waited in line

for over an hour, but,
oh, it was so worth it.

Totally worth it.

And that is item number 29
crossed off my Dream Docket.

Dream Docket?

Oh, it's a list

of a hundred things I have
always dreamed of doing.

Is, uh, "Riding a
motorcycle" on the list?

Good eye. Riding the
open road on two wheels

is number 26 on the list.

Torres, lessons start on Monday.

Okay.

And Grandmaster McGee,

you could help me with
item number 30 on the list,

"Become a chess prodigy."

Prodigies are usually children.

I could be a late bloomer.
Oh, speaking of blooms,

rumor has it that
you just bought

a Philodendron gloriosum.

I'm gonna need a clipping.
Number 12 on the list.

There are rumors
about my plants?

Oh, and Knight, we're
taking a falconry class

this Sunday, 6:00 a.m.

Don't
be late. Ca-caw.

That was weird.

You think maybe there's
something in these donuts?

Well, we'll have to
find out in the car.

Attempted murder in
Waldorf. Let's roll.

All right, our stabbing
victim is Logan Donohue.

He called 911, was
taken to Walter Reed.

Going into surgery as we speak.

Any idea who stabbed him?

Nope. 911 operator says he was
barely conscious on the call.

Hospital thinks he was stabbed

with a straight-edged instrument
about four inches in length.

I'll take a paring
knife for 500.

Or cooking scissors for three.

You guys don't use them?

They're a game changer.

Anyone heard from the wife?

Lieutenant
Rachel Donohue.

She was not in the house
when the paramedics arrived,

and police have not
been able to reach her.

Where's she stationed?

Joint Base Andrews.
Hasn't reported in yet.

Hmm. Well, I'll take
some blood samples,

and hopefully,
none of it's hers.

All right. Early morning attack.

Nothing appears to be missing.

We looking at a kidnapping here?

More like a domestic
dispute gone wrong.

I got the 4-1-1
on Donohue's wife.

The neighbor saw her drive
off this morning in a hurry.

You got a time?

7:00 a.m. on the dot.

That's right after
Logan called 911.

That means she was in the
house when he was stabbed.

That's not a good look.

Oh, and it gets better.

The neighbor saw the lieutenant
drop this in the trash

as she was leaving.

Cooking scissors.

300 points for Knight.

All right, not a kidnapping,

which means our missing wife
is now our missing suspect.

Probably on the run. Anyone
feeling like it's BOLO time?

I'll talk
to highway patrol,

but, um, you know, she could
be a hundred miles away by now.

Whoa, whoa, ma'am.
You can't come in here.

I live here. Or not.

Hey, hey. Let me in.

What are you doing
in my house? Relax.

Where is my husband?

The paramedics
took your husband

to the hospital after you, um...

stabbed him?

After I what?

Logan and I have been
married for almost ten years.

I would never do
anything to hurt him.

We've got your prints
on the assault weapon.

And Logan's blood

on your robe in the bedroom.

And this is a done deal.

And you claim that you don't
remember what happened.

Think maybe

you did stab him.

No.

Except yes, you did.

The only question now is why.

Uh, for some reason,

juries are keen on motive.

So either you can give
us one now or we can wait

until your husband's
out of surgery.

I already told you,

I don't even remember
getting dressed this morning,

let alone what
happened to Logan.

My head is killing me.

So, what do you remember?

Um...

I got home late from
work last night.

I'm an aviation
maintenance officer.

I'm on base right now,

but normally I'm on a
carrier for half the year.

That must be hard
on your marriage.

We have our problems.

Just like anyone else.

I'm away so much, and
Logan's job at the FDA

keeps him pretty
busy when I am back.

But our marriage is rock-solid.

Okay, so you came
home late from work.

Then what?

I went to bed
around 11:00 p.m.

The next thing I remember, I...

I was in my car in
some parking lot.

I had no idea how I got there.

I got scared.

I drove home and then I found
you standing in my kitchen.

And I saw the blood.

Oh, my God.

What if I did do this?

Have you ever
blacked out before?

No, but I...

I have been having some
weird health issues lately.

Describe "weird."

Bad headaches,

my skin gets cold and clammy
and I feel like I'm gonna faint.

Google says it may be
an anxiety disorder.

Have you seen a real doctor?

Yeah, just a few
days ago, actually.

We talked and he ran
a bunch of tests.

He told me to
come back next week.

You mind if we have
a chat with him?

I didn't really stab
my husband, did I?

Come on, man. She's using
us to build an insanity plea.

I don't know. The lieutenant
seemed pretty rattled.

Maybe the memory
loss is from PTS

or some trauma we
don't know about.

I don't know, man. This
just smells funny to me.

Especially that, uh,
"weird health issue" thing.

Dr. Marley? NCIS Special
Agents Knight, Torres.

Do you have a moment?

Just a sec. I'm in
the middle of a rally.

Maybe you need to hold the
badge a little higher? Mmm.

It has to do with
a patient of yours

who was involved in a stabbing.

Sorry. I've been trying to
beat this yahoo for a month.

Plus, I can't discuss patient
information without...

Without a signed,
uh, HIPAA waiver?

Bada bing.

Lieutenant Donohue.

Yeah, I remember
her. How can I help?

When you examined
the lieutenant,

did you notice anything unusual?

Any disorders that
could cause blackouts?

Any, uh, violent outbursts?

I ran her blood,
did a standard exam.

She passed with flying
colors. Physically, at least.

What does that mean?

She asked me to run

a full psychological
battery as well.

And her answers were...

inconsistent.

Inconsistent with what?

With any standard diagnosis.

Her responses were
all over the map.

Like, maybe she was trying
to, uh, fake being crazy?

"Crazy" is not a
standard diagnosis.

But now that you mention
it, it might explain things.

Hey, I heard
a rumor you got

the lieutenant's search history.

Find anything helpful?

Sadly, I didn't find "how
to fake an insanity plea,"

if that's the kind of
thing you're asking, but...

I did find a few odd trinkets.

Was she planning
on taking a trip?

Oh! Actually, that's for me.
Item 62 on my Dream Docket.

"Caribbean cruise."

Like, maybe the cruise
Delilah's mom went on?

The one where she found
a dead body in the sauna?

Maybe not that one.

Kase, you think
you're going overboard

with this whole
Dream Docket thing?

Everything okay?

Oh, I'm fine.

You know, I just, uh...

It was my New Year's
resolution to finish

the list by the end of the year.

I'm just getting a late start.

So many
dreams, so little time.

What about you, McGee?
What's on your Docket?

Uh, right now? Finding
out what was so "odd"

about Lieutenant
Donohue's search history.

I see what you did there.

Um, her searches were par for
the course this past year.

Tech, travel, fashion.

Then, suddenly, six weeks ago,

she started searching
for things like

"how to tell if
you're going crazy"

and "I feel like
I'm losing my mind."

That's a little on the nose.

Well, maybe that's her plan.
Laying pipe for her defense.

Or maybe she really
was going crazy.

Thankfully, not my department.

But something must have
happened six weeks ago,

because she took a page
from my Dream Docket.

"Go on a
spending spree."

She opened a couple new
credit cards and racked up

over $20,000 worth of debt.

$5,000 for a reclaimed
wooden chair?

The Donohues had bigger problems
than a reclaimed wooden chair.

Eh, she says they
were happily married.

Was that before she stabbed him

or after they did nine
months of couples therapy?

Couples therapy?

According to their
bank statements,

they went twice a week,
starting last May.

I don't think it worked.

I told you we had problems,
but we worked through them.

Okay, fine.

Things came to a
head late last year,

but our therapist
is a miracle worker.

Logan and I have
never been better.

Mm. I'm not sure that,
uh, Logan would agree.

Every couple has rough patches.

What was this rough patch about?

Your credit card debt?

Uh, credit card debt?
I don't have any debt.

I didn't...

I didn't buy any of this stuff.

Really?

A $500 air fryer?

Did you see one of
those in my kitchen?

So what do you... What
do you think actually

is happening here?

What's your theory?

That I hatched

some plan six weeks ago
to make myself look crazy

so that I could stab my jerk
husband and plead insanity?

Your "jerk" husband?

How many times do I have to
tell him to pick up his clothes

before he will listen
to me? You tell us.

Day after day, I have to ask
him to wipe down the table.

He just won't wipe down
the table after he eats!

Night after night...
Sit down, Lieutenant.

The snoring. He sets
the thermostat too low.

Sit down! I haven't had
a good night's sleep

in I don't even know...
All right. Sit down!

Lieutenant? What? What
is it? Lieutenant?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I got you.

I got her, I got
her. All right.

I told you,

I don't need to go
to the hospital.

I feel better now.

Except, uh...

maybe a little hungry.

Okay.

Uh, why don't you
take her upstairs,

get her something to eat?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Agent Torres told me what
I said earlier and, um,

that wasn't me.

I love my husband.

After you.

She didn't seem like she
loved him in interrogation.

I know. I saw the tape.

And I actually think I
might be able to explain it.

Kasie ran her blood,

and her thyroxine levels
are through the roof.

Thyroxine?

It's a hormone produced
by your thyroid gland.

Also known as T4.

Too much can lead to
headaches and memory loss.

Violent outbursts?

At the extreme
levels that we found?

Yes. Are you telling me

that Lieutenant Donohue
stabbed her husband

because her thyroid
is out of whack?

Well, not quite. We also
found a T4 stimulant

in her blood, and
it's not natural.

It's synthetic, like a,
like a pill or an injection.

What, is she taking something?

Well, she says no. And
if that's the case...

Someone's drugging her?

And I think I know how.

She was having trouble
breathing when she came down,

so I took a look at her lungs.

They're clear, but the
X-ray showed me this.

At first, I thought it was
a birth control implant,

but the lieutenant said
she didn't have one.

In fact, she's never had
an implant of any kind.

So how the hell
did it get there?

No clue.

But by the way her T4 spiked

and then went back to
normal so quickly, I suspect

this implant is the cause.

Now, I suggest getting it
out of her immediately,

before something else happens.

This is the
thing that was in my arm?

And you had no
idea it was there?

No.

How is that even possible?

We're trying to figure that out.

But our medical
examiner confirmed

it's the source of
your thyroid issues.

And your symptoms.

The blackouts, the
violent behavior.

Why would somebody
do this to me?

We're trying to
figure that out, too.

We're taking the implant apart

and hoping to track
down whoever made it.

You said your symptoms
started six weeks ago.

About that, yeah.

You have any surgical
procedures around that time

where you were sedated?

I had a root canal. Uh...

They put me

in a twilight sleep.

And my...

my arm was sore afterward.

We're gonna need the
name of that dentist.

I have to tell Logan.

He has to know that
this wasn't my fault.

He's still recovering
from surgery.

My family...

we don't talk too much.

Hell, I wasn't even invited to
my cousin's funeral last year.

But Logan, he's
always been my rock.

He thought he had me
beat.

But that's when I showed
him a straight flush.

Exactly.
Didn't know what hit him.

Dr. Kimball?

There's some officers

from, um... Federal
agents, actually.

NCIS. We'd like a word with you?

Uh, of-of course.

Uh, Mila, can you finish up?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, now you think about
those veneers, okay?

And remember, floss. Mm-hmm.

We are, uh, here
about a patient.

Lieutenant Rachel Donohue.

Uh, hmm, doesn't sound familiar.

She had a root canal
about two months ago.

Oh, I-I'd have to
double-check my files.

Why are dentist's
offices so weird?

I don't know, man. I kind of
like the dentist's office.

Yeah, the comfy
chair, the spa music.

You know, senior year,
I discovered I had twice

as many nerve endings in my
mouth as a normal person?

I didn't know you were
so sensitive, McGee.

Dr. Kimball?

You keep files on the roof?

Yeah.

Well, looks
like you've got quite

the gambling problem, Doctor.

Even a few misdemeanors
for bookkeeping.

That was years ago. I-I'm on
the straight and narrow now.

Mm. Says the man who,
uh, just tried to escape.

Let's try
this one more time.

Do you remember
Lieutenant Donohue?

Did you implant something in
her arm while she was sedated?

Okay, look, if you talk,

we'll put in a good word
with the DA. If you don't,

I'm gonna pretend you're
my childhood dentist.

Mm, you don't want that.

Going once...

Going twice.

Okay. Okay, listen.

All I did was give Rachel
a-a simple root canal.

And?

And I gave her an in-injection.

What kind of injection?

I don't know.

I was contacted
over the Internet.

They said all I had to do
was give Rachel this shot.

They promised it
wouldn't hurt her,

a-and that they'd pay my debts.

That must have been some debt,

considering you violated
every oath you took.

I got in deep last
football season

with some really bad dudes.

I-It was either this
or get my legs broken.

How'd they pay you?

They wired me the money.

If I give you some of
the info on these guys,

maybe this could go away?

Your kids need braces?

I could do it for free.

If you could expedite that,
I would appreciate it.

Thanks.

Let me guess, the scuba
equipment you ordered

is running late?

Uh, no, it's, um...

Mm. It's nothing.

Is that the, uh, last sample
of Lieutenant Donohue's blood?

Mm-hmm. Uh, any luck
tracing the implant?

No, not yet. I've taken
this thing completely apart

and still have no
idea who made it.

Fascinating biotech, though.
Way ahead of its time.

It's made of a polymer

that's safe enough to be
in the body for years.

You put whatever medicine
you want in here.

And it comes out
through this membrane.

And it's programmable,
so you can control

the amount released
with your phone.

That suddenly sounds a lot
less cool and a lot more scary.

Like, "a whole new way for
hackers to kill people" scary.

Or, in this case,

"crank up the dosage enough
to drive you crazy" scary.

I can't believe this was
in her without her knowing,

messing with her
hormones, her memories.

Everything okay?

Hmm? What? Yeah. Why?

Uh, Jess was just telling about
your, uh, your Dream Docket.

The donuts and the motorcycle
lessons, all that stuff.

Made me think that

everything was maybe not okay?

Oh, my God, because
I'm eating donuts

and taking motorcycle lessons?

Also, you've been
evading me. What?

I am totally not evading you.

Yes, you've been evading me.

Kasie, come on, we've been
through too much, all right,

for these kind of shenanigans.

Is something going on?

My aunt was recently diagnosed

with early-onset Alzheimer's.

Oh, Kase. I'm so sorry.

I got tested a few days ago,

to see if I have the
high-risk gene that, um...

I'm sure you know

all about that. Um...

And I'm waiting on
my test results.

So that is why

you wanted to finish
your Dream Docket.

I thought I had all the time in
the world, but maybe I don't.

Okay, forgive me,
but do you think

maybe you might be
overreacting here?

No, it depends on the results.

Uh, you're right, a-and I
know how hard waiting can be,

but I think there's
no need to panic.

Jimmy.

I am allowed

to freak out however I want to.

Okay? And you don't
know what I'm feeling.

You're right.

I-I don't know exactly
how you're feeling, but...

But you just want to
help. Okay, I get it.

So why don't you
help by letting me

get back to tracing
this implant?

If I hear the word
"proprietary" one more time...

Not getting anywhere with
the biotech companies?

Well, half of them
refused to speak to me,

and the other half accused
me of being the competition.

Well, competitors have been
stealing each other's tech

for centuries.

Lightbulb, telephone...

Monopoly.

The board game? Yeah, it used to
be called The Landlord's Game.

It was made to teach people
how terrible capitalism was.

Well, that backfired,

because every capitalist
loves that game.

Not me. Last time I won
at Monopoly, I was nine.

Been chasing that
high ever since.

Any luck tracing that
payment to our dentist?

Uh, the trail dead-ended
at a shell company.

Kasie's working on it.

Someone went to a lot of
trouble to hurt that woman.

Unless we still think
she's playing us somehow?

No. No, the lieutenant
is no longer a suspect.

She was the target.

I might have a lead on
who was targeting her.

I figured someone was
keeping tabs on her

with all that was going
on, so I checked out

the Donohues' doorbell camera
footage, and check it out.

Well, that's creepy.

What's he doing?
He's just staring.

Yeah, he does the exact same
thing the next two nights.

Donohues have a stalker?

Or maybe he had to get
closer in order to adjust

the dosage on that implant.

You get a shot of his face?

This is as good as it gets.

Oh.
Kasie has a lead.

She tracked down a
piece of the implant.

It was a patent filed by
a start-up biotech company

in Sterling.

Biotech start-up. I'll take it.

Do I even have to ask
who wants to go with?

McGee.

I read about
these in NanoTech Today.

It's a microfluidic chip

that can run all
kinds of medical tests

from a single drop of blood.

Fool me once. Theranos, anyone?

Whoa.

What's that?

That, gentlemen,
is a human liver.

Or at least the start of one.

I'm Adriana Broussard,

CEO of Dynamical Labs.

Hi. NCIS Special Agent McGee,
this is Special Agent Parker.

That liver took my
Regenerative Medicine Team

eight months to grow.

Does it work?

Is that why you're here?

To discuss our
synthetic organ work?

We're actually here to discuss
something a little smaller.

Hmm. Dynamical Labs actually
thinks big by thinking small.

Our true calling is
microbiomechanical systems.

Such as replacing these
old cochlear implants

with artificial auditory nerves
the thickness of a human hair.

Whew. The technology behind
it would astound you.

Would you like a tour?

As much as we'd love a tour,

we really need to
ask a few questions.

Of course. Happy to help.

Are you working
on any subdermal,

micro-drug delivery systems?

Yes, but I can't
go into any detail,

as that work is
highly confidential.

Work like this?

Where did you get that?

Pulled it out of a woman's arm.

That's not possible.

That was a prototype
from a program

that was shelved six months ago.

Why was it shelved?

The FDA came out to
do an inspection,

and they felt the
product was too risky.

The FDA?

Do you remember exactly who
from the FDA did the inspection?

The safety officer's
name was Logan Donohue.

The
lieutenant's husband.

Funny coincidence.

I'm guessing people
get pretty upset

when their programs
get shut down?

Our engineers devote their
lives to their projects.

Donohue's name is like a
curse word around here now.

What exactly is going on here?

Sounds like payback.

"You ruined my life, so
I'm going to ruin yours."

And this was emailed to
our stabbing victim Logan?

Yeah, we started digging
into his accounts

after our visit to Dynamical.

Yeah, that was sent to Logan

after he got the implant
program shut down.

You suspect that one of the
fired engineers sent it?

Well, according to
the CEO we spoke with,

over 40 engineers lost their
jobs when the program was cut.

I mean, some of them had devoted

their entire professional
careers to it.

But why put the implant
in Lieutenant Donohue?

The guy who wrote this

said he wanted to
ruin Logan's life.

So, any luck tracing that email?

Working on it. And we're
looking over the list

of fired employees, seeing
if anyone stands out.

Kasie's still trying
to track the payment to the dentist.

You might want to try
talking to Logan himself.

Yeah, when he wakes up.

He's awake.

That's the hospital. He's up.

Wants to talk.

All right, we'll get
someone there ASAP.

Right. Just be careful.

Someone wanted to get
revenge on this guy.

They may not be done.

These are the engineers from
the implant team you shut down.

We think that, uh, one of them
sent you that threatening email.

Uh, nobody's standing out.

This is all my fault.

If I didn't shut
that program down,

none of this would
have happened.

You mind if we show
you one more photo?

This guy's been hanging
around your house.

Look familiar?

Yeah, he does, actually.

When I took the
trash out last week,

I-I saw a guy wearing
that exact same hoodie.

Did you get a look at his face?

No, but I-I saw him
drive off in a, um...

a silver Prius.

Thank you, Mr. Donohue.

When can I see my wife?

She wanted to wait
until you asked for her

before she walked in.

I'm asking.

I'm so sorry, Logan.

Honey, you're not getting
rid of me that easily.

Come here.

Come here.

Ooh. You're a hard man to find.

That was kind of the point.

Office rugs getting
steam-cleaned?

No, I just lately found that
my office is starting to feel

a little too much
like my office.

Plus, at night,

I can get a lot more
work done down here

without any distractions.

That would be me. Um...

Here is the analysis on
the implant you requested.

Uh, word of warning, it's
not exactly light reading.

I'll keep my medical
dictionary handy.

Is there something
else, Miss Hines?

Actually, there is.

Uh, I apologize for asking,
but I heard that you dealt

with a pretty major health
scare not too long ago.

Totally understand if you
don't want to talk about it.

My doctors thought
I had lymphoma.

Thankfully,

it turned out to be
something that was benign.

But you didn't know
that right away?

No, I most surely did not.

How did you handle it?

Waiting for your
results, not knowing

whether your entire life
was about to change.

Well, um...

it wasn't my finest moment.

I couldn't stop imagining all
the things in life that...

I might miss out on.

Walking my daughter
down the aisle.

Holding my first grandchild.

You must have been
pretty relieved

when you got your results.

Actually, I-I was able to
find peace even before then.

I realized that, cancer or not,

my future wasn't a given.

You never know what's waiting
for you down the road.

Ever.

No disrespect, but that
sounds like the tagline

for a horror movie poster.

Or the greatest love
story of all time.

You just never know.

So I just decided

I was gonna live every
day like it's my last.

That way, I'll never
be disappointed.

Thank you.

I hope it helps.

Any luck finding
that silver Prius?

You know, I don't
know what's worse.

Combing through
traffic cam footage

or combing through septic tanks.

When did you comb
through a septic tank?

You know, McGee, some things you
just don't want to talk about.

Mm. The point is that
dozens of Priuses

drive by Logan's
street every day.

It's a shame his stalker
didn't drive something cooler.

Like a Corvette.

Yeah, or like a Porsche.

Or a Miata.

Huh?

Brah. Ugh.

Hey, hey. Don't be
hating on Miata now.

They're cheap,

reliable, unlimited
smiles per gallon.

I had one.

Back in '95.

Rest in peace, Red Bandit.

Do you need a moment?

No, I'm good. I heard we got
a new lead on our stalker?

Yes. We compared
the fired engineers

to the stalker on
the doorbell cam,

and narrowed it down
to nine suspects.

Any of them drive
a silver Prius?

Surprisingly, no.

Maybe we're barking up the
wrong tree with these engineers.

No, it's the right tree.

I'm looking through
the engineers'

social media profiles.

One of them has this tattoo.

Is that the Golden
Snitch from Harry Potter?

No, actually, that tattoo
is of the fairy Ragadar

from the Kingdom of Avis.

It's a video game. Oh.

That fairy matches the logo

that was on our
stalker's hoodie.

All right, bring in our fired
engineer for a little chat.

Never seen that guy before.

Really? Because this
is the FDA officer

that got you fired
from Dynamical.

Must be rough going from
a biotech engineering job

to, uh, making kitchen sinks.

I'm a faucet valve engineer.

Okay.

So, if you don't know him,

then why are you
spending so much time

lurking on his sidewalk?

That could be anyone.

You've got an identical
hoodie hanging in your closet.

And we found
this email on your laptop

to Logan.

"You ruined my life, so
I'm going to ruin yours."

That could mean anything.

Oh, I think it means

that you blame Logan
for ruining your life.

Lost your job, your
home, your marriage.

And now you live in a
tiny little apartment

and you don't even
own a real couch.

It's not illegal to own
inflatable furniture.

No, but felony assault is.

Wait, what?

Logan's wife stabbed him.

Because this was
implanted in her arm.

You put it there.

That's felony assault.

It was probably easy
enough for you to steal.

Then all you'd have to do is
bribe someone to implant it.

Okay, can we just slow
down for a second?

I'm sorry, McGee, I'm
starting to lose count.

How many charges is that?

Uh, well, we got
stalking, bodily harm...

I didn't steal that implant.

Bribery, assault,
corporate theft.

I said I didn't steal
this implant. Logan did.

Go on.

Okay, okay. Geez, look. Look.

The day that I was fired,

I saw Logan swipe one
of the prototypes.

Logan?

Yeah. And I figured
that he was swiping it

for the competition,
but I also figured,

hey, if he was gonna make a
quick buck, then so was I.

You were gonna blackmail him.

The email that I sent
him was the warning.

And then, uh, I was
gonna, I was gonna

go to his house and I
was gonna confront him.

And then, I-I made it as far
as the walkway a few times,

but I never worked up
the nerve to knock.

So, if Logan stole the implant
to sell to the competition,

how did it end up
in his wife's arm?

Well, you're asking the
wrong guy, aren't you?

Do we believe him?

Don't know. He doesn't
have any proof.

Well, I guess we wait till
Torres gets to the hospital,

we see what Logan has to say.

We got a problem.

I was finally able to trace

the shell company
that paid the dentist,

and you'll never guess
who it belonged to.

Logan Donohue. Logan Donohue.

Damn. How'd you know that?

Well, I
guess now we got our proof.

Parker.

When?

Okay, get the
lieutenant back here.

What?

That was Torres.
Logan's rabbiting.

He checked himself
out about an hour ago.

Must have known
we'd figure it out.

Bolted first chance he got.

He didn't even tell his
wife he was leaving.

Oh, that's not the only
thing Logan didn't tell her.

I was processing Logan's laptop
when I found an email chain

between him and an
estate planning attorney.

That sounds
riveting. Oh, right.

Normally, this stuff
makes my eyes bleed.

But not this time.

Logan wanted the
lawyer to draw up

a power of attorney document,
giving him full control

over his wife's finances.

On what grounds?

He claimed she needed to
be put in a conservatorship

because she was unable
to care for herself.

But that was four months ago.

Before she even
started getting sick.

I think he was
getting a head start.

He knew what would happen
once that implant went in.

But why go to all the trouble?

The lieutenant has over
$20,000 in credit card debt.

Actually, she doesn't.

It seems
it was your husband

who opened those credit
cards in your name.

We think he
wanted you to appear

financially irresponsible
to help bolster his case.

If he just wanted me gone,
why not just divorce me

like a normal person?

We don't know.

We were hoping you could
help us figure that out.

Well, I sure as hell don't know.

I mean, Logan is the reason
why I'm working on base

instead of a carrier.

He said that he
wanted me closer.

Oh, my God.

I am such an idiot.

It was all a lie.

Love makes you see
the best in people.

He must really hate me to
do something like this.

We need to find Logan. Do you
have any idea where he might be?

I don't know.

I don't know anything right now,

except that I just,
I need to go home.

It might be better if you stay.

I'm really done with
people telling me

what to do.

I'm going home. Yeah, no,
of course. You can go.

We'll let you know

as soon as we hear anything.

Could you give Mrs.
Donohue a ride, please?

Yes, sir. Thank you.

This way, please.

You really think
that's a good idea?

I think she knows
where her husband is,

but no way was
she gonna tell us.

She wants to kill him herself.

Probably.

Honestly, though, at this point,

she could be in on it.

You always loved
your grandpa's cabin.

When I found out you
left the hospital, I...

I knew you'd come here.

Had to give the NCIS agent

watching my house
the slip, though.

Why was the NCIS
watching our house?

Because they know everything.

I tried to call you when
I left the hospital,

but my-my phone died.

Stop.

I know what you did to me.

Rachel, listen...

The last time I hurt you,

I had no idea what
was happening.

And this time,

I know exactly what I am doing.

Tell me.

Why did you do this?

Tell me.

Your cousin.

After she died...

she left you a trust fund.

Kelly?

I hadn't even spoken
to her in years.

Why would she do that?

You got a letter from a
lawyer six months ago.

She didn't have any heirs,

and you were her next of kin,

so everything went to you.

So you...

you decided to hide
the letter from me?

How much was my life worth?

Put down
the ax, Lieutenant.

I know you're angry, Rachel,
and you have every right to be.

Don't throw your life
away for him, Rachel.

Hands!

Cell phone.

You got a
letter from a lawyer six months ago.

I wanted to make sure that
he didn't get away with this.

And you were her next of kin.

So everything
went to you. Yeah.

Yeah, you can't get
rid of me that easy.

So you, you decided
to hide the letter from me?

So, Logan was
planning on divorcing Rachel.

Until he intercepted the
letter from the cousin.

Then he found ten
million reasons to stay.

Ooh, that is a lot of reasons.

If they divorced or she died,
he couldn't touch the money.

The only way to get
his hands on the dough

was getting Rachel
into a conservatorship.

So, why are you getting
rid of that? Doesn't fit?

Oh, no, it fits great.

Turns out, I don't
really like motorcycles.

And I may have gone

a little overboard

trying to get through
my Dream Docket so fast.

Wait, does this
mean that you got

your Alzheimer's
test results back?

Oh, it's in my email right now.

Haven't even opened it yet.

Want to open it together?

That's a really sweet offer...

but I think I know
what I want to do.

Now you won't know
if you have the gene.

If knowing changes the
way I live my life,

I'm living it wrong.

Uh, about yesterday...

Already forgiven.

Plus, I come bearing gifts.

Now, I know it's not
on your Dream Docket,

but I thought that we could
play your favorite video game,

Slayers, Spells and Starcraft 4.

I brought popcorn. Oh...

You ready to get your
butt kicked by Kana-Hune?

Bring it on.

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