NCIS (2003–…): Season 9, Episode 22 - Playing with Fire - full transcript

Previously on NCIS:

Someone was looking
for Navy secrets.

Well, they found them.

The wiring throughout the entire ship
could have flash fireballed.

Our arsonist knew
the ship's wiring weakness.

Meet Bruce Johnson!

The Fire Department site inspector.

The guy who hired me said Plimpton
had information about bum wiring.

Who hired you?

Gibbs, I found this inside.

- It's a list.
- Of what?

Every Navy warship that
contains the faulty wiring.

Whoever hired our arsonist
knows how to attack U.S. Warships.

- Blackmail?
- Terrorism.

Homeland Security
flight crews stand by...

This is a real threat

to our naval forces around the world.
It requires extreme vigilance.

While NCIS is vigorously investigating
the fires, we must strengthen,

share our intelligence
collection across the board

to identify the persons, terrorist
group or nation behind the attacks.

You will be briefed
as the investigation continues.

Thank you.

We're clear, sir.

- I leave anything out, Agent Gibbs?
- No, I think you covered it, sir.

Thank God casualties
were at a minimum.

- Could've been a lot worse.
- I don't think this is the end of it, sir.

SECNAV Jarvis and I are meeting
with the National Security Council

to brief the president
this afternoon.

They'll have questions.

I hope to have some answers for you.

When does Director Vance
get back from the NATO conference?

End of the week. I'm in touch with him
a couple of times a day, sir.

I'm sure he'll be calling you.

Thank you.

Yeah, I'm leaving now.
It should take me about 15 minutes.

- How'd it go, boss?
- It goes. You get your hop?

The chopper from Anacostia's
taking me out to the Brewer.

Let me know
when you've secured the crime scene.

You got it.
The ship's turned around

- and headed for Norfolk.
- When's it arrive?

- Tomorrow morning.
- Bon voyage, McChopper.

What more do we
know about Bruce Johnson?

Not much.

Parole officer was oblivious.
Johnson never missed an appointment.

Talk to your friends
at Baltimore P. D?

Jason said he hasn't
popped up on the radar.

Wife was not much help. She knew he
was accused of arson a few years ago,

but had no idea
where he went every day.

How does she think
he supported himself?

For the last year,
unemployment.

Went through his cell phone
records and e-mails.

Johnson hardly used them.

Only a few phone calls. No e-mails
in the last couple of months.

Guess the guy didn't like
to communicate electronically.

Or he didn't want to be traced.
Anything on his computer?

Well, nothing of interest.
Abby went through it.

Johnson apparently liked
to play online video games.

So we have no leads
on who might have hired him?

Maybe Johnson isn't connected
to the attack on the Brewer.

Not buying it. The ship was on
the targeted list found at his house.

Hey, Duck.

Want me to come back later?

- No. Sorry. Uh...
- Everything okay?

There is something personal I'd
like to talk to you about, but it can wait.

I wish I could provide you with a lead,

but poor Mister Johnson's body here

was so ravaged by fire
that he just isn't talking to me.

Duck, I know the circumstances.
I know time of death.

- I was there. I witnessed it.
- Twice in one week.

Fires so intense they cremated
bone and incinerated flesh.

Well, yeah. That's thermite.

I understand I have two more bodies
from the USS Brewer?

I need you to be in Norfolk tomorrow
morning to pick up the remains.

All right?

Abs? I'm on my way up.

Another fire.

- Hey, Gibbs.
- Abs.

You find something
in Johnson's car?

Um, no. It is toast. But come here.

- What am I looking at?
- Confetti!

Mm, just kidding. Um...

So this crosscut shredder was
found in Bruce Johnson's garage.

It slices documents
horizontally and vertically,

into itsy-bitsy,
teeny-tiny little pieces.

I've identified at least four
documents and separated them.

- How'd you do that?
- By the color and texture of the paper.

Like, this one's glossy.

That's high-end bond.
This is recycled.

But come check this one out.

What do you see?

- Looks like Chinese characters.
- Close.

It's Korean. Those symbols
are from the Korean Hangul alphabet.

It's a true alphabet with 24
consonant and vowel letters.

But instead of being
written sequentially,

the letters are grouped into blocks
of two to five...

Abs, can you reconstruct
the document?

Oh, I'm good, Gibbs,
but I'm not that good.

But this document was printed
on laser paper from a computer.

So Bruce Johnson was communicating
with someone in Korean.

I mean, do you think North Korea
could be behind the terrorist attacks?

You are bummed? I am bummed.

I was really looking forward to it.

But I am sure
we're going to be on alert all weekend.

Can you, uh, get the deposit back?

Great.
Okay. I promise, we will reschedule.

Okay. Talk to you soon.
Bye, heh.

- Canceling weekend plans, huh?
- Yes.

Yeah. Who were you talking to?

- None of your business.
- Where were you gonna go?

You don't have the
need-to-know, Agent DiNosy.

- Hi, Emma.
- Hey.

- How is everybody's favorite analyst?
- Busy. Things are hopping

- on the Far East desk.
- I can imagine.

- DiNozzo.
- Nothing I can find

indicates North Korean involvement
in the attacks, Special Agent Gibbs.

I spoke to analysts at other agencies.

- Zilch.
- No chatter?

- Quiet in Pyongyang for the moment.
- Echelon?

- Hasn't picked up anything either.
- Right.

McGee's coming online.
MTAC, two minutes.

- Keep me posted, Park.
- Yes, sir.

DiNozzo, come on.
You're with me.

I am so envious about your weekend.

I had to cancel.

So, ha, ha, am I the only one
in the dark here?

DiNozzo!

- Hey boss. Tony.
- What we got?

Identities of the two killed in the fire.

Marine First Lieutenant Eric Ramsey,
a combat cargo officer.

And a civilian, Tobey Abbott.

He's a tech rep for a company
with navy contracts.

Also, a fireman apprentice received
minor burns putting out the blaze.

What was the civilian
doing on the ship?

Works for Norton Turbine.

He was, uh, following up on some
repairs to the ship's power plant.

You okay, McGee?

Unh. Ahem.

We have to consider
Mr. Abbott a suspect.

He was killed in the machine room,
which is the point of ignition.

Was his company's equipment
in the machine room?

No. Nowhere near it.
But I've secured Abbott's quarters.

I just haven't had time
to go through it yet.

There she blows.

Oh, McGee, seriously?

You're a Navy criminal investigator.

Give me a break, Tony. Okay?

Three hours ago,
I was sitting at my desk.

Then I was choppered out into the
middle of the Atlantic in a raging storm.

Landed on the pitching deck
of an LPD amid 20-foot seas.

And have spent the last hour
in a burnt-out machine room

with acrid smoke and diesel fuel.

- Poor guy.
- McGee,

we'll be pier side when the ship
arrives in Norfolk tomorrow morning.

Get back to Bruce Johnson's house.
Talk to his wife again. See if you can

- establish a North Korean connection.
- Right. Feel better, McGee.

Hey, McGee,
apples and crackers.

Mrs. Johnson? NCIS.

Oh, thought you got everything
you needed.

You all but tore the house apart.
Have another warrant?

No, Mrs. Johnson, we just need
to ask you a couple more questions.

Your husband read or speak Korean?

Korean? You're not serious.

He could barely
express himself in English.

Did he have a Korean friend?
A business connection? Neighbor?

You're just not getting it.
Either of you ever been divorced?

- Yeah.
- We were in the middle of an ugly one.

- We know this is a very difficult time...
- Difficult? Ha, ha.

All he left me were bills
and a mortgaged house we can't sell.

Then the deadbeat blows himself up in
the driveway. Now I'll never unload it.

I'm sorry hear about
your husband, Mrs. Johnson.

Yeah. Thanks.

Great. More bills. We done?

I guess so. Yeah.

Thanks.

She is one angry screw.

- Huh?
- Heh.

You know,
a woman with a bad temper.

- Shrew, Ziva, ha, ha.
- Oh.

Hold on a second.
Hey, excuse me.

Special Agent DiNozzo. David.
NCIS.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Sure.

Have you ever delivered any mail
to the Johnson house from Korea?

No, I'd remember that.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Although he has been receiving
letters from Switzerland lately.

Good looking stamps.

Thank you.

Switzerland.

It's open, Duck.

Thanks for letting me drop by.

Well, you sounded
troubled on the phone.

Oh really, heh?
No, nothing serious.

Bringing work home?

A hard copy of
Lieutenant Ramsey's OQR.

Survived two tours
in Iraq and Afghanistan.

He has a Purple Heart.
Has a Bronze Star.

Gets killed by an American
terrorist on a U.S. Ship.

That's tragic.

And senseless.

Yeah.

Want a cup of tea?

Jethro, this is tea dust.

I prefer tea leaves steeped
in boiling water in a proper pot, ha, ha.

- Thank you all the same.
- What's on your mind?

Well, there have been a number of
changes in my life the last few years.

Not the least of which
was Mother's passing.

Then selling her house,
moving into town.

I chose not to tell anyone this,

but I've come
into rather a lot of money.

Far more than I will ever need.

I didn't say anything to anyone

because I find that people tend to treat
you differently if they think you're rich.

Why are you telling me now?

Because I trust you.
And I'd like to ask a favor.

I'm redoing my will.

It's still being drafted,
and I have some decisions to make.

But, eh...

I'd like you to be
the executor of my estate.

- Me, Ducky?
- Mm-hm.

Are you sure about that?
Don't you want a lawyer?

No, I'd rather have
a friend that I can trust,

rather than someone
who hardly knows me.

Yeah, I'd be honored.

- McGee.
- Hey, boss.

- Doctor Mallard.
- Feeling any better?

Oh, much better.
The ship stopped rocking.

- Where are my bodies?
- Haven't moved them.

This is Lieutenant Ramsey.

The civilian's remains are
in the machine room, just aft.

You find anything
in the civilian's quarters?

I haven't gotten to it yet.

Spent the night in sick bay.
Didn't want to contaminate the scene.

- Okay. Take Tony and Ziva with you.
- Where are they?

That's the whole thing.
James Bond is fantasy.

I'll be with Ducky
and the arson specialists.

Ugh...

- McGee, got a little present for you.
- What?

Barf bags.

Wow.

Has Abby finalized plans
for Palmer's bachelor party?

I don't know.
She hasn't talked.

She's keeping everything
under wraps.

I wouldn't worry, though.
Abby would not disappoint us.

What is this American thing?
Grown men acting like fraternity boys?

I do not understand.

What's not to understand? You got
booze, strippers. Total debauchery.

Abby would never plan
something like that.

Clotrimazole.

- Poor Abbott has jock itch.
- Not anymore.

Hey, Ziva, the weekend's
coming up and we're on alert.

Doesn't that blow your plans for...

Seriously?

I mean, does everybody but me
know your plans for this weekend?

Oh, look at this!

- It's got a Swiss stamp.
- What does that mean?

- Korean.
- Korean?

This connects the attacks.

- It's gibberish.
- What do you mean?

It's a meaningless
collection of Korean script.

These are all symbols
from the Hangul alphabet.

However, their arrangement
forms no words or sentences.

Could it be a dialect
or a regional language?

I showed it to a professor of Korean
language and culture at Georgetown.

He assured me it made
absolutely no sense.

- It's a code.
- I thought the same thing.

I sent a copy to our cryptographers.

Haven't heard anything.

I'll contact them as soon
as we finish here.

I've talked to State and the CIA.

Their North Korean experts
gave no indication

of that country's involvement
in the attacks.

Actually, under their new leadership,

- they've been playing nice.
- For the moment.

So if it's not North Korea,
who are we dealing with?

MAN:call was reaction.
It was at the time...

What do we know about Abbott?

Tobey "No Middle Name" Abbott.
29.

Single. Born in Norwalk, Connecticut.

No police or military record.

Attended Rensselaer Polytechnical
Institute in Troy, New York.

Nothing distinguishing. Had three jobs
before joining Norton Turbine

as a mechanic a year ago.

- That's it?
- That's it.

Thanks. Not so fast, Ms. David.
I just got off the phone

with Abbott's high school advisor.

Had his heart set on going to
the Naval Academy, but got rejected.

Abbott wanted it so bad
he spent the year after high school

attending a
service-academy prep school.

- And he got rejected again.
- You got it.

Think he holds a grudge?

Talk to Abbott's supervisor
at Norton Turbine.

Oh, yeah. Ducky dropped that off
a little while ago.

Why would he give you tea leaves?

- Tony can be so transparent.
- You think?

Yeah. He came down here
asking me about thermite.

But really he was fishing.

He's trying to find out what
Ziva had planned for the weekend.

- You didn't tell him, did you?
- Of course not.

It's driving him crazy.

Yeah, but it's just Pilates weekend
with her landlady.

Yeah, but that's not what
Tony's dirty little mind is thinking.

Hey. We getting anywhere?

Um, the arson inspectors sent me
residue of the accelerant

used on the fire aboard the Brewer.

Major Mass Spec
is back on his game.

He just ID'd the residue

as the exact same mixture
of thermite and fire retardant

that Detective King and I
identified in the other fires.

Same signature.

It's a different arsonist. Why didn't it
do more damage to the ship?

Have a theory, boss.
Let me show you.

On the deck directly below
the machine room

is the magazine locker.

And it contains thousands of pounds
worth of explosives.

Now, there's no way that Abbott
could have gained access to that area.

His plan was to ignite
the slow-burning,

intensely hot thermite fire
in the area just above.

When it burned through
the deck and hit the magazine below,

the ship would've been
severely damaged.

- Maybe even sunk.
- Why didn't that happen?

This is a file photo
of the machine room.

And here is the point of ignition.

Now, what Abbott didn't realize

was these three tanks
contained highly flammable material.

Before the fire could burn below
as intended,

the tanks ignited, caused the explosion
that killed him and Lieutenant Ramsey.

Gibbs, did you see
the John Wayne movie Hellfighters?

Yeah. The Duke played Red Adair,
the oil well firefighter.

Okay. What happened on the ship

is exactly what happened
when Red used the dynamite.

The explosion created a vacuum,

and it sucked out all the oxygen
and extinguished the fire.

Lucky.

We getting anywhere
decoding the Korean document?

Um, no.

But it did come from the same printer,

and it's the same paper

as the shredded document
that we found at Bruce Johnson's.

Dusted it and the envelope for prints.
Only got Abbott's.

We also found DNA on the flap of the
envelope where someone licked it.

- Who? You got a name?
- No.

I ran it through active military
and known felons and Interpol.

Nothing yet, but I'll keep trying.

You're welcome.

I was the one who interviewed
and hired Tobey Abbott

a little over a year ago.

What was he doing for your
company aboard the USS Brewer?

Well, we did some repairs
to the ship's power plant.

It's customary to send a mechanic

to make sure everything's working
properly under operating conditions.

Do you know what
caused the explosion?

Still under investigation.

- Why did you select Abbott?
- He was a good mechanic.

Not our best. More than adequate.

But to be honest,
he lobbied for the assignment.

- Really?
- Careful.

I usually have to beg my guys
to go out to sea on Navy contracts.

They're not pleasure cruises.

You can be stuck on a ship for weeks
waiting until it reaches a port.

- Did Abbott say why he wanted to go?
- No.

My guess? Unlike most of the others,
he was single.

Wasn't leaving a family.

Plus there's a small pay incentive.

Do you know who he hung with?
Anyone at work?

Tobey could be moody.
Pretty much kept to himself.

Well, if you think of anything else,

- would you give me a call?
- Sure.

Did Tobey Abbott speak Korean?

Don't know, but I seriously doubt it.

Thanks.

I found traces of a substance under
Mister Abbott's fingernails

that Abby identifies
as the same combination

of thermite and fire retardant

as coated Bruce Johnson's body.

- One more thing connecting the fires.
- Yeah.

The cause of Lieutenant Ramsey's
death was blunt force trauma.

He would have survived his burns,

but with the force of the explosion,
he fractured his skull on a bulkhead.

Oh, I found this in one of his pockets.

Wife's a kid herself, Duck...

I gotta go.

You have beautiful children.

I can't believe
you're still with Gibbs. Heh.

Has he mellowed with age?

What do you think?

Last time I spoke with him
was right after Mike Franks died.

And he didn't want to talk about it.

- He keeps a lot inside.
- Yeah.

What's he building
in his basement now?

I don't know.
Haven't been down there in a while.

- Down where, DiNozzo?
- Hiya, boss.

Special Agent Burley,
got something for us?

- Oh, yeah.
- Where are you?

Naples, Italy.

Came here to perform a port-threat
assessment prior to the arrival

of the aircraft carrier
the Benjamin Franklin.

Due in tomorrow.
And then I got the alert.

The Benjamin Franklin's
on the list of marked vessels.

- You find something?
- I was conducting a search

of the warehouse that serves
as a collection point

for goods and equipment
that are going to resupply the ship.

Found an explosive device
hidden on a palette.

- What kind of device?
- Thermite with a magnesium fuse.

Just like described in the alert.

Nuclear aircraft carrier.

They're upping the stakes.

Gear up.

- We're leaving for Naples.
- Ha, ha, ha, Naples, Italy?

I'm going home to grab some clothes.
You should do the same.

We're hopping a military flight
from Andrews Air Force Base.

- This one of your practical jokes?
- No, Gibbs' orders.

It's a good thing you cancelled
your Pilates weekend.

Who told you?

Ah, I am a very special agent.
I have my ways.

Hey.

Come on, wake up.

Get up.

- Hmm?
- Mm.

I've got coffee.

I've got Danish.

What do you got?

Gibbs.

You're not mad at us
for waking you up?

Depends on what you found.

Boss, we broke the code
on the Korean message.

It took us a long time because
we and the cryptologists thought

that it was gonna be
really complicated, but it wasn't.

It was actually easy.

Using a Korean Hangul
word-processing program,

the person who sent
the message typed the words

into an English-alphabet keyboard.

But it was printed out in Hangul script.

I'll show you the first line
of the document.

"Place the thermite device
on the oh-three deck."

Those characters don't form
Korean words, Gibbs,

so it would be meaningless to anyone
that was reading Korean.

Reversing the process
decodes the message.

Uncoded, the rest of it instructed
Abbott when,

where, and how
to attack the USS Brewer.

Don't suppose he was
dumb enough to sign it.

Any luck with the DNA
on the envelope?

Unfortunately, no.

Huh.

Ooh!

Hey, guys.

- Good to see you again, DiNozzo.
- Hey, man, how are you?

Hi. Special Agent Ziva David,
Agent Burley.

It's a pleasure.
Stan, please.

Welcome to Napoli, the home of
Mount Vesuvius, pizza and romance.

- Heh.
- I got it, Tony.

- Heard a lot about you, Stan.
- Uh-oh. From who?

Abby. All good.

Oh, she never says anything bad
about anyone. I love that woman.

- When'd you get here?
- Last week.

I was enjoying the weather
and cuisine until we were put on alert

I see the Benjamin Franklin's arrived.

Yeah. Dropped anchor
about an hour ago.

So you're the senior
field agent in charge.

- What's the game plan, Stan?
- The palette's still in the warehouse.

The thermite's been replaced
with an inert, look-alike substance.

It'll be barged out to the ship
in a couple of hours

and put into cargo bay.
The three of us will board the ship,

undercover, as Navy personnel joining
the deployment.

Let me help you with that, Ziva.

We've got a water taxi
that's gonna take us out to the ship.

We stake out the cargo bay

and wait to see
who comes for the thermite.

There's over 5000 onboard,

so we're looking for a needle
in a haystack.

The fire on the Brewer
was started by a civilian.

A tech rep. I know,
I read the bulletin from headquarters.

I checked. There are 32 civilians
on the Benjamin Franklin right now.

The problem is, if we question them,
we'll spook whoever it is

before they go for the bait.

After you, Ziva.

Stay classy, Stan.

- Morning, Jethro.
- Good morning, Duck.

- Something happen?
- False alarm.

Aboard a missile frigate
off the coast of Diego Garcia.

Ah, I just released Ramsey's body
for burial at Arlington.

A fully executed copy of my will.

Besides a couple of bequeaths
to a nephew in Scotland

and my good friends at NCIS, I'm
leaving the bulk of my estate to charity.

- That's nice.
- I was really struck by that photograph

of the young lieutenant
with his wife and children.

Yeah, I was too.
I sent her a note last night.

I was struggling with the decision as to

where the money
would do the most good.

There are so many worthy charities.

I had been considering the
Marine Corps Scholarship Foundation.

They do so much good
for Marine Corps families.

They give them the means
to send their kids to college.

Seeing Lieutenant Ramsey's young
children just made the decision for me.

Yeah, that's nice.
Really nice, Duck.

- Hoo-rah.
- Hoo-rah.

Got a bogey.

About time.

Getting warmer.

Standing in front of the hatch.

- Hi.
- Afraid you weren't gonna show.

Heh, you kidding?

Been thinking about you all day.
Did you miss me?

Come on, let's go, heh.

False alarm. Two young seamen
anxious to parallel park.

Heh, busting them is not our problem
at the moment.

Where's David with the food?

I don't know.

She probably got lost.

What took you so long?

They have nine different places
to get food on ship.

- I hope you got something good.
- Why are you so grumpy?

You should be happy,
Petty Officer DiNozzo. Ha, ha.

- I got it at the Officer's Mess.
- Of course you did.

Because Burley made you an officer
and me enlisted.

That's why you're so grumpy.

Now what's wrong with you?

Ah, it's just...
My stomach's been a little queasy.

Oh, seasick?
Heh, we're still at the harbor.

If you tell McGee,
I'm gonna post those bikini photos

that I have, on the agency website.

I told you to destroy them.

Well, a man's gotta have leverage.

Unh...

I gotta hit the head.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Game's on, Stan.

Okay, he's going for the bait.

Burley?

NCIS. Stay back.

Okay. This is the only way in and out.
All the other hatches are secure.

Tony!

He's still breathing.

Weapon's gone.

Corpsman's on the way.

- How's Burley?
- See for yourself.

Hey, boss. The Navy docs are great.
I'll be okay.

A couple weeks R and R will help.

DiNozzo, what's the condition
of the suspect?

His name is Andre Fullerton.

He's a tech rep, employed
by an avionics communications firm.

Who put you up to this, Fullerton?

Put me up to what?

Sabotaging a U.S. Navy ship.

You stabbed a federal agent.

Shouldn't someone
read me my rights?

You have no rights!
You're a terrorist on a U.S. Navy ship.

And we're invoking the Patriot Act.

In an hour you're gonna
be flown off this ship,

escorted by Agent David and myself,

to Aviano Air Base,
where you're gonna board a C-37 A,

and you're gonna be flown
to Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.

Once there, you're gonna be staying
at a sunny little seaside resort

the locals call Gitmo.

I heard a nasty rumor
about what goes on down there.

You'll never be heard from again.

Your friends, your family...

They won't know
what happened to you.

So I'm gonna ask you again.

Who hired you?

- You're bluffing.
- Agent Gibbs does not bluff.

Can we make some kind of deal?

You're in no position to negotiate.

For the last time,
who's behind the terrorist attacks?

You yank him out of that rack
and you put him on a plane!

Hold it, hold it! I'll tell you.

His name's Harper Dearing.

- Tell us about him.
- I don't know anything.

Your memory will improve
once you get to Gitmo.

I never saw him. I spoke to him
on the phone. He explained.

After that he'd only communicate
in Korean code.

- That's it?
- Not good enough. Enjoy Cuba.

Wait! He had what Northerners
would call a slight Southern drawl.

I know. I'm from Mississippi.

That's all I know.

Why did you do it?

Money. Lots of money.

DiNozzo.

- Yeah, boss.
- Put him on suicide watch.

I want to make sure
he gets back here for trial.

You got it.

Boss, I've found seven
Harper Dearings in the United States.

Four of them either currently reside
or were born in the South.

- Let's hear it.
- Harper Dearing.

Forty-eight-year-old housewife,
Chattanooga, Tennessee.

- No. Next.
- Harper Dearing number two.

He's currently 84, residing in
a nursing home for retired clergy.

- Next.
- Harper Dearing number three.

Second-grader in a Little Rock,
Arkansas elementary school.

No.

Harper Dearing number four.
Sixty-one years old.

Born in Augusta, Georgia.
Currently resides in Virginia.

Yeah, let me hear it.

He's the CEO of Dorado Hills
Investments, a multi-national

venture capital group that specializes
in technology companies.

It's headquartered in Sterling, Virginia.

- Criminal or military record?
- Neither.

Why would a corporate executive
be terrorizing U.S. Navy vessels?

- Doesn't make sense.
- Get his name down to Abby.

She's got a DNA sample
from the envelope.

See if she can match it to him.

And if she can't, maybe he's got a
close relative whose DNA is on file.

Gibbs?

What are you doing?

Cleaning my weapon.
Waiting for you to get in.

- How's Burley?
- He's fine.

McGee said Dearing had a son
that was in the Navy.

Did you get a DNA match?

I've had people working in the lab
all night. Let me check my e-mail.

I'm having them compare the DNA
from the envelope that was found

in Abbott's quarters to the DNA
of Dearing's son, Evan. Okay, it's here.

They found a familial match.

There is 99.9 percent probability
that Harper Dearing is your guy.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's going on?
- Where's Dearing's office?

Second floor.

NCIS.

No, no, I'll call you back.

- May I help you?
- Who are you?

Vincent Maple.
I'm the president of this company.

- Where's Dearing?
- I have no idea.

- Why are you looking for him?
- We have a warrant for his arrest.

He's wanted for terrorism
and four counts of murder.

- Where is he?
- I don't know.

I haven't seen or heard
from him in over a year.

- How do you get in touch with him?
- I don't.

Listen up.

For attacks against the
United States Navy, Harper Dearing.

Let's go. Got work to do.