It'S called Shroomsville because the guys think
these reeds look like little mushrooms.
Or they were on mushrooms.
Hey. You're not supposed to be lighting fires out here.
It's against base rules. Let's go, kids. Let's go home.
You too, miss. Let's go.
Last one out has to douse the fire.
[GASPING]
TONY: Oh, yeah, baby.
Oh, come on.
[TONY LAUGHING]
Come on, come on.
- Yikes. - I'm trying to concentrate.
That makes two of us then, doesn't it, Ziva?
- Is it work-related? - Of course it's work-related, Ziva.
- JudgeMyTush.com? - Hey, a little privacy here, probie.
- I give it a four. - Are you kidding? Four?
Out of five, I think that's good. Isn't it?
Out of five.
What do you think about this one?
- Come on. Come on. - I will not get involved with this further.
Gibbs seems to always be around the corner.
- Give me a little something. Come on. - No. No. No.
What do you think? Rate it.
- Fine. A two. - A two?
[LAUGHS]
- A two? - What's a two, DiNozzo?
I was just explaining the rules to Ziva, boss.
And number two is what?
- You know, I was a little fuzzy on two. - Grab your gear.
We're going to Quantico.
[GUNS COCKING]
Ooh!
Two.
I took three points off for excessive hair.
I don't have--
That's a five.
[LAUGHING]
If you shave.
Hmm. Shave.
Marines run tactics through these woods every day, sir.
What time yesterday?
BROOKS: 1900. TONY: Ducky, where's Jimmy?
Having a root canal.
Allow me.
Thank you.
DUCKY: Oh, watch your step.
[BOTH SPEAKING IN HEBREW]
Oh, let me give you a hand.
No, no, no. It's lovely that chivalry is not dead, doctor.
But in the army, I swam three miles across the Red Sea
after scaling rough cliffs without safety lines.
I believe I can manage.
- Oh! - Aah!
How refreshing. An independent woman.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
They were under this bush here, until I moved one to here.
- The teenagers? - Said they never noticed the legs.
GIBBS: Tony, shoot. Ziva, bag and tag.
- McGee, samples. - Got it.
Well, I'm afraid a liver temp is out of the question.
Well, talk to me, Duck.
It's very strange.
The marbling on the skin indicates advanced decomposition.
But the complete lack of insect activity on the moist area of the open thigh
indicates a cessation of decay.
Any idea how long?
Well, the muscles have gone through all three stages of rigor mortis,
so that gives us at least 48 hours.
But, Jethro, the leg is in pristine condition,
apparently untouched by air, water, soil or insect.
GIBBS: Frozen? DUCKY: Mm-mm. No ice crystals.
GIBBS: Basement?
Well, if that's the case, we are dealing with a dark soul,
one who kills, cuts and keeps.
That's trash.
I think I know what I'm doing by now.
Well, MREs and paint pellets, say training area to me.
No one has ever been killed during training?
You know, my forensic instructor back at FLETC
once planted a pregnancy test at a crime scene to test us.
That's nice, probie. But in my years as an investigator,
I've learned that trash indigenous to an area is not worth collecting.
What if because I did not bag and tag this trash,
I happened to miss this?
The finger of a rubber glove.
I didn't say don't look under indigenous stuff.
- I think we're almost done here. - No, I don't think so.
I want every paper, projectile,
stomped-on leaf within a ten-foot radius of both legs.
[ZIVA LAUGHING]
I'll bet Tony made some unseemly comment about these legs, didn't he?
Why would he do that, Mr. Palmer?
I just mean knowing Tony--
They're fairly shapely legs, doctor.
Yes, nobody had the bad taste to verbalize such a thought until now.
Now that you come to mention it,
they do look remarkably similar to Betty Grable's.
Betty--?
One of the all-time pin-up gals of the '40s.
- Yeah, great gams. - Gams?
Aren't you a little young to remember Betty Grable, Jethro?
My dad had her painted on the nose of his P-51, Duck.
- A P-51 ? - Up to Abby.
- Quick as you can. - Yes, doctor.
What do we know about our Jane Doe?
She was young. Look at the femur here.
It's one of the last bones in the body to develop fully.
In the female, growth is complete around age 25.
I'd say our victim was between 19 and 21.
- ID? - Without a toeprint database,
I'm afraid we'll just have to rely on good old DNA.
What about the splotch on her calf, Duck?
Blood. I'd say the assailant's.
It's on its way up to Abby's mass spectrometer.
- Couldn't be hers? - It could be.
But she was dead long before she was dissected.
Blood no longer pulsed through her veins,
when, what I would guess was a surgical saw,
severed her thighs from her torso.
Now, look, see how my glove sticks here?
Also headed up to the mass spectrometer.
Yes, but take a look at this.
- Skin's been removed. - Yes. A meticulously cut circle.
Strange keepsake.
Actually, I think it was the killer trying to remove his marks.
Like all sex killers after Bundy?
Yes, after Theodore Bundy
was identified and caught by his crooked lower teeth,
sadistic biters have been forced to excise their evidence.
You know, I think I might be able to get an impression of teeth
from the underlying damaged tissue.
You could get me a bite mark?
I could try.
I have some samples for Abby.
That's convenient, because I'm Abby's assistant.
I wanted to say hi.
- I haven't seen her in a while. - She's really busy right now.
It'll only take a minute.
You haven't been an assistant for very long.
- Longer than you. - We'll see about that.
That doesn't make any sense, Chip.
It's Charles.
Charles.
It's an evidence showcase showdown, Chip.
What do you prefer? Possible prints, sticky stuff, or name that blood?
Well, I aced serology.
I was a dilettante with fingerprint identification, so--
Name the sticky stuff for a hundred, Chip.
ZIVA: For a Caucasian female,
a factor of 2.90 is multiplied by the tibia length.
Okay, autopsy report says tibia is 38.34 centimetres.
- What are you doing? - We are calculating our Jane Doe's
- probable height and weight. - Why didn't you ask me?
Tony, these are complex equations we're dealing with.
Whatever. She was, what, 5'8".
So she's like 125, 126 pounds. Hey.
Okay, 111 .186 for adipose. Density of musculature--
That's 61 .53.
172.72 centimetres for height.
Ducky estimates 57.08 kilograms in weight.
Converting to imperial, and we're done.
- She's 5-foot-8. - 125 and a half pounds?
It's...
This doesn't make any sense.
[SIGHS]
You're grumbling.
Well, I know. I can't read Ziva's writing.
It looks perfectly clear to me.
You've got to loosen up, Chip.
Evidence is fun. Fun?
You know fun. Fun, Chip.
- You're a tough case, Chip. - Yeah, I know.
[ABBY GASPS]
Gibbs. All this evidence and a Caf-Pow!
- Is it my birthday? - Pretend it's mine.
Okay, here's what I have for you. The blood on the calf is different
from the victim's. I sent both off for processing. But here's your real gift.
I found a smudged print on the tip of the glove finger
and clarified it into a partial print. Happy birthday.
- Get a match. - It's running through AFIS now.
[BEEPING]
Whoa.
I must have ripped a glove at the scene, boss.
Like I said, I must've ripped a glove at the crime scene
- some time before yesterday. - When was the last time
- you worked a crime scene there? - Napolitano case, boss.
The computer only found three points from your fingerprint to the sample.
Most prosecutors want 11.
Well, technically, Abby, the minimum to go to court is one.
Well, I'm just saying that, you know, people have been convicted on less.
Well, that's great, Chipper. Team player.
I'm gonna redo this by hand.
You set this up, didn't you?
I would never. Okay, maybe I would, but I didn't.
It matches Tony.
GIBBS: Put a rush on those blood samples.
- I did. But it's a 16-hour turnaround. - Make it 12.
When's the last time you were at the dentist?
Hold still.
[SPEAKING IN GIBBERISH]
This is far faster and more accurate than your x-rays.
You're not known for your bedside manner, are you there, Duck?
You're just upset that I didn't have peppermint.
McGee.
Here's Tony.
The program uses laser scans of 3-D objects
to create 3-D images for comparison.
Computer-generated hollow volume overlay.
Measures inter-tooth spacing, dental arc, tooth thickness.
All right, enough of the geek speak.
Here's Ducky's muscle-tissue scan.
A little 3-D magic for clarity.
And I give you the killer's incisors. Next step--
And don't worry, Tony, the chances of even one of your teeth matching
are like 100,000 to 1.
Do it, Abby.
JEN: Jethro, I know DiNozzo didn't do this.
But I also know that it would be political suicide
if we got caught investigating one of our own agents.
Appearances matter, Jethro.
In this world, sometimes more than facts.
It could ruin the agency. Look at Robert Novak and the CIA.
You have a responsibility to your man, I know that.
But I have a responsibility to the entire agency.
- Jen-- - I'm not forgetting the time
I stepped in it and you covered my ass until I could get out of it,
but that was alone, undercover, and in the field.
Half of NCIS already knows about this.
I know what you have to do, Jethro, and I won't stop you.
But officially,
I am suspending you from investigating this further,
- and I am turning it over to the FBI. - I know.
One request.
I'll see that Fornell runs the investigation.
I always could read your mind.
Not always, Jen.
Still waiting on Jane Doe's DNA.
Corporal at Quantico said there were no missing female dependents
- or UA Marines. - Try the base hospital.
I checked missing persons for Maryland, Virginia and D.C.
There were a few similar descriptions.
Their DNA is headed over now.
- David Brant. - Gibbs.
I heard you were quitting.
I like to refer to it as a lateral move into the recreational sector, Jethro.
I wish you luck with that.
Lateral move into the recreational sector?
Yeah, it mostly means fishing and hitting a golf ball.
- DiNozzo? - Yeah, boss.
- What are you doing? - Someone's setting me up.
Two surgically removed legs dumped into a training area.
- Do you think? - Yeah.
I was trying to think of arrestees with grudges.
- Wouldn't they all have grudges? - You see my dilemma.
- Mike Macaluso? - He's the Mafia boss
- DiNozzo busted in Baltimore. - They get touchy when they think
of you as family and you turn out to be a cop.
What about that forensics dweeb that you got fired?
TONY: I didn't arrest him, Abby.
Yeah, but you really, really, really pissed him off.
Forensic tech set a killer free when he contaminated some blood samples.
- Tony reported him. - Good old George Stewart.
You know, maybe you should expand the list
just to include people that just hate you.
- Hate me? Nobody hates me. - Paula Cassidy.
Don't go there. People like me. I'm a nice guy.
What about the woman who posted your picture
on the herpes-alert website?
- Lieutenant Pam Kim. - She so went Fatal Attraction on you.
Boiled the bunny.
Oh, don't forget about Mrs. Dean.
- Another girlfriend? - No, she threatened to cut off
his...when Tony put her husband away for murdering his first wife.
Speaking about wives, what about your ex-girlfriend Monica?
I always break up with them when I find out they're married, Ziva.
Okay, all right. Thank you all, but I think that's enough.
The personnel in the evidence garage?
- What about them? - They hate you.
She's right. You never wait your turn to check in evidence.
And women don't appreciate being called baggie bunnies.
They're right, DiNozzo. Eight years. Three different forces.
That's a lot of names and people to remember, boss.
Ziva, take the women. McGee, you take the men.
I'll pull the case files of the ones DiNozzo put away who are on the list.
Wait a minute, you never do anything.
Because you're such a good delegator.
[ELEVATOR DOOR OPENS]
Oh, this is not good.
FORNELL: Gibbs.
DiNozzo.
This is Special Agent Sacks.
- He's being framed. - I believe you.
I've been there myself, Jethro.
- I'll take care of him. - I know.
But I wanna be kept in the loop.
Oh, now I'm hurt. Are you saying you don't trust me?
Whoever set this up, Tobias, is a pro.
If this were to go to court right now, DiNozzo would not stand a chance.
Well, I gotta take him into custody for questioning.
Or I guess we could question him here.
Tony, Fornell's gonna question you.
- You mean interrogate me. - Question. Draw it out.
SACKS: After we talk to Agent DiNozzo,
we'll need to requisition any evidence involved in the case.
- Are we covered on evidence? - I'll just need a few hours
to copy the data from Tony's hard drive, cell phone--
- I'll make duplicates. - Have Ducky do the same.
- What can I do? - Help. Help Abby.
Help McGee. Help Ducky.
Where were you Tuesday night
between 0900 and 0300 the next morning?
TONY: Hmm.
Um...
Would that be Zulu time?
Just run through your night.
Okay.
Oh, out loud. Right.
Worked till 7, went for a run, drove home.
Spent the night alone, which, I know, is unusual,
but it was a school night, and I wanted to watch Magnum.
What was it about?
Ha-ha. The old checking-the-plot ploy.
You're good, Agent Sacks.
Very good. It's my favourite Magnum.
It's the one where he finds himself adrift at sea after a boating accident
and vividly relives his father's death during the Korean War.
I'm gonna go out on a limb here.
You think you were framed.
- Now we're getting somewhere. - Mm-hm.
And who do you think it was who framed you?
Well,
any one of a hundred people, maybe.
I have a list if you're interested.
Do you realise the kind of trouble you're in here, DiNozzo?
Oh, believe me. I do.
Do you realise that you have an enormous clump
of something green between your teeth?
It's right there.
What is it about women?
Is it the way they smell or the beguiling smiles?
The whispers? The secrets?
The way they tiptoe around in those little ridiculous shoes?
And the way they fit their tiny little bodies into those tiny little outfits.
You're wasting my time.
Take it easy.
This guy is implicated in a homicide, and he's making jokes.
You've never worked with NCIS before, have you, Agent Sacks?
Federal agents suspected of crimes don't get special treatment in my book.
It's late. We should collect the evidence.
We have to arrest him, Fornell.
Bite marks don't lie, and this guy can't stop.
I'll think about it.
[IMITATING DRUMS]
The U.S. attorney's gonna see this as a heinous crime.
It is a heinous crime, Fornell.
- Tony didn't do it. - Without an alibi.
I'd be remiss if we didn't detain him.
People are gonna think we're orchestrating a cover-up.
- Finally. How'd I do? - Fine.
Fine? I thought I was Oscar material.
Fornell's not gonna book you.
- Uh-huh. - But he is gonna take you into custody
until we figure out a few things.
You all right?
I must have screwed up, Gibbs.
You didn't screw up, Abs.
But now I have all this evidence.
Forensics. The thing that I love and I believe in.
And it says Tony's a murderer.
- Tony's not a murderer. - I know he isn't.
But something's gotta give.
I mean, either the forensics are wrong,
just bad forensics, or...
We have to save him, Gibbs.
- We will. - Because if this goes to court,
with his fingerprint and his bite mark on the leg,
Tony's gonna go to prison for the rest of his life.
And I'll be the one to put him there.
I smelled you coming, boss.
Pepperoni, sausage, extra cheese, right?
My favourite. Thanks.
I'll save that for later.
You know, I've been thinking.
I'm a federal prosecutor's dream.
You do tend to date a lot, don't you, Mr. DiNozzo?
Yeah. I do tend to date a lot, but where does it say
that dating, you know, a new girl every week is a crime?
No, it's not.
But it does speak to your deep-seated psychological problems
and commitment issues.
Really?
So you're saying my intimacy issues stem from my mother,
who dressed me as a sailor until I was 10 years old?
Maybe.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Well, I guess it might explain
why you objectify women and treat them as sexual objects.
While you're being so forthright and insightful, Mr. DiNozzo,
why did you sink your teeth into the victim's leg?
Because I'm angry and I'm immature,
and I like control.
You have no alibi.
Alibi? How can I have an alibi
when the murder doesn't even have a time or a date?
That's interesting. What about means?
Latex glove?
Scalpel?
You could have gotten these things
from work. No?
Right. Of course.
Yes, I ripped a glove at the scene. It seems a little sloppy
for a federal agent who investigates crime scenes,
but, you know, those are the breaks when you're a homicidal maniac
dumping butchered women's remains
out in the woods in the middle of the night. Right?
I'm not getting out of this one, am I, boss?
Thank you, boss.
ZIVA: Mike Macaluso. Still in jail.
My sources say, his family is very happy about it.
How is it you've been in this country a few months, you already got sources?
Who says my sources are from this country, McGee?
WOMAN: Is this Agent Timothy McGee?
Yes, hi.
- He was killed in prison. - Killed in prison?
- I'm sorry for your loss. - Can we ship the body?
No, you'll have to take that up with ICE.
- Dead. - Where are we?
Head of my suspects list is George Stewart.
The forensic tech Tony got fired from Baltimore P.D.
Lost everything when Tony accused him
of contaminating blood samples in '02.
- Define "everything." - Wife, house, kids.
Fought the firing and won, but by then, no one would hire him.
Disappeared two years ago.
- How did he win? - Don't know.
George Stewart vs. Baltimore P.D. was sealed.
- Un-disappear him. - Right.
ZIVA: Lieutenant Pam Kim. Surgical nurse.
Fully capable of slicing off a woman's legs.
Met Tony on the Jeremy Davison serial-rapist case.
- At Quantico. - She's the one that egged Tony's car.
- Really? - Where is she now?
Virginia. Returned two weeks ago from a tour in Iraq.
She's on her honeymoon at the Greenbrier.
- Who'd she marry? - Scott Sparks.
That's the guy that she was engaged to when she met Tony.
- Get her in here. - On it.
Boss? I was thinking, she's on her honeymoon.
Yeah?
Ever heard of coitus interruptus,
- Special Agent Gibbs? - Nope.
- Ever been on a honeymoon? - Yep.
- Then you know I feel. - You found them--?
- Flagrante delicto. - That's--
Roman slang for what Tony calls badda-bing badda-boom.
Being dragged into NCIS for interrogation
isn't exactly the best way to start a marriage.
Is your husband the same guy you dumped for Tony DiNozzo last year?
Look, I had a fling with Tony, and I regret every last minute of it.
GIBBS: Is that why you put him on the herpes website?
I got a little emotional.
A little emotional was egging his car.
Putting him on the herpes website was--
Bitchy? I know.
What does a woman accomplish by cracking eggs on a man's car?
A lot of guys really care about their cars.
It's kind of like a "you break my heart, I break yours" thing.
In Israel, we just shoot men who are untrue.
Look. Tony could have turned me in when I was harassing him.
He didn't. If anything, I owe him.
When were you last at Quantico?
I've been on tour in Iraq for the last eight months.
That's not my question.
I checked in with my command ten days ago
before I took leave to get married.
Look, if someone brown-bagged Tony's door
or torched his car, it wasn't me.
Does your husband know about Tony?
Of course he knows. What--
Scott's a lawyer. If he has a problem with someone, he sues them, not--
Tony wasn't murdered, was he?
- No. - Then what is this about?
Lieutenant...
...you can return to your honeymoon, but if I need you--
We'll be at the Greenbrier for another week.
And next time, have your agent knock.
Boss, do you really not know what coitus interruptus means?
Better question.
Do you know what it means if you haven't located Stewart?
My father used to say:
[SPEAKS IN HEBREW]
- Translate. - A little fire burns a great deal of corn.
- What? - It never made sense to me either.
It loses something in translation. Director.
JEN: I saw Lieutenant Kim leave. She have an alibi?
No. She framed DiNozzo and I let her go.
- So George Stewart is-- - He's next on my list.
You know, there's no reason to be petulant, Jethro.
The word's pissed, Jen. You know what?
You can drop the director act. We're alone.
- You think my job is an act? - No, not all of it.
Ass-kissing on the Hill is a skill.
- So is castration. - I wear a cup.
What is this?
George Stewart's alias and work address.
I managed to find it between kissing asses.
It just proves you should've stayed a field agent.
CHIP: Ma'am?
Abby?
- What? - I think I found something
- that might help out Tony. - Why didn't you say so?
Maybe not exonerate, but place someone else at the scene.
- What is it? - The sticky substance on the ankle?
- Yes. - Well,
I chemically and instrumentally examined it.
The material's an adhesive. The kind found in duct tape or carpet tape.
How does this help Tony?
I discovered an anomaly in the adhesive material. A carpet fibre.
I used the FTIS and the mass spec to determine its chemical composition.
It's a DuPont fibre for a Mustang.
- But Tony drives-- - I know what Tony drives.
But when I tested the stain resistance,
it showed the fibre had a coating from a 2004 Mustang.
Tony's Mustang is a '66.
It couldn't have been his car.
We have to get a fibre from Tony's car before it gets towed.
Nice to have you back, Abby.
[DOOR OPENS]
ZIVA: George Stewart? GEORGE: Petrie.
I changed it legally.
- No sailors here. - Any Jane Does?
- Always got a couple of them. - Could we see them?
I told you, no sailors here.
How do you know, if they're Jane Does?
Look, what the hell do you two want?
To see your Jane Does.
Got a warrant?
No. Do we need one?
Hell, yes. Now get out.
Tony DiNozzo.
What did that bastard say about me now?
I was exonerated.
How were you exonerated?
Fourth Circuit Court.
Wasn't me that messed up that blood test.
- I sent it out to a lab. GIBBS: What's the name of the lab?
Pemberton Medical Analysis.
Sure we can't take a quick look around?
Not without a warrant. That's what happened last time.
Just a quick look around. A few questions.
Then I'm fired and my life is trashed. Now get out.
We'll be back.
With a warrant.
ZIVA: Psst!
Reasonable doubt can go a long way with a jury, Chip.
If this is someone else's carpet fibre that was on that duct tape--
Hello.
Frame-up.
The bite mark? I guess you could steal dental records, create your own mould.
- Make an impression on the leg. - Keep going. Keep going.
The print, anyone could've pulled those gloves from our trash.
- Yes. - Yeah.
But how would anyone know which is Tony's?
Don't blow it, Chip.
You're on a roll.
Sorry.
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
- See what I mean? - No.
The carpet fibres match. Tony must've redone his carpeting.
Never have a negative thought when you're on a roll.
- It could have been worse. - How?
The blood on the severed leg, DNA came back with a match.
It matched DiNozzo.
Ah! What are you doing?
I was trying to throw away your Caf-Pow!
- Why? - I bought you a fresh one
- while you were sleeping. - I can't sleep. I have to save Tony.
What time is it? Six a.m.? I lost two hours.
I have been running Jane Doe's DNA everywhere.
She's not in CODIS, the armed forces,
the fertility clinics, rare-disease databases.
Abby. Abby, it's not your fault.
Not my fault? Someone's using forensics to frame Tony.
- I'm letting them get away with it. - You'll find something.
How? All the FBI left me was a speck of blood and a carpet fibre.
I have to look at this from a new perspective.
Your butt's getting bony.
Bony? I'll have you know that Ziva rated it a four out of five, okay?
Bone marrow. There's a national database for bone-marrow donors.
Why is Ziva rating your butt?
- What-- Tony started it. - Don't you blame Tony.
- He's almost on death row right now. - No, no, no. Look, I--
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
Jane Doe is Carla Johnson.
You matched my DNA with a pair of disembodied legs?
I'd fire whatever lab you're using at NCIS, Agent Gibbs.
I assure you, they're real and they're mine.
Are you a bone-marrow donor?
I volunteered for bone marrow, organs, blood.
I believe in sharing my good health.
But I draw the line at body parts, at least until I'm dead.
We got the DNA match from a bone-marrow database.
I haven't donated any bone marrow yet.
I did give blood to an accident victim a couple of weeks ago.
She died on the operating table.
Did she lose her legs?
No. Her chest was crushed.
Where is her body now?
Either at our morgue or the state's. She was a Jane Doe.
I can't believe the blood we DNA-tested
was someone else's from a transfusion. What are the odds?
The same as this killer getting away with framing Tony.
Well, the guy is a genius. You gotta give him that.
Even genii make mistakes. I did.
What was your mistake?
Giving up on forensics when I should have looked deeper.
- We already processed that fibre. - I know that, Chaz-zoid.
But the killer picked up this fibre, took it to work,
had it in his car, carried it through the woods.
There has to be some sign of that guy on this fibre.
Not if he wore gloves.
Maybe the gloves have a different residue than NCIS gloves.
Maybe he smokes a cigar.
Maybe there's cigar residue on the fibre.
You're testing for cigar smoke?
For a second...
...I lost my faith in--
[IN SOUTHERN ACCENT] But now I know that forensics was just testing me.
And I will rise up,
and I will find the man that did this to Tony and I will crucify him.
Is it standard operating procedure for nurses to give transfusions?
No. We were low on blood and I'm a universal donor.
Identifying a pair of legs must be a first.
Here it is. Jane Doe was transferred to the Virginia County Coroner's office
- eight days ago. - Who signed for the body?
We have a warrant now.
For what? I didn't do anything wrong.
No? I can think of at least two things.
Framing an NCIS agent for murder.
- Really, really, really pissing him off. - Open it.
I strongly recommend you do what he says.
ZIVA: This explains why Jane Doe's legs were in pristine condition.
GEORGE: You think I cut off some girl's legs?
ZIVA: Did you? GEORGE: No.
Why would I ever do such a thing?
I don't know, but if you're gonna talk to me,
please get a breath mint first. Please.
[HARMONICA PLAYING]
- Very funny, probie. - Come on, Tony. It's a gift.
From who? The baggie bunnies or Pam Kim?
No, actually it's from Chip.
Great. Now I'm getting crap from lab monkeys.
Not for much longer.
I knew boss would get me out of here. What'd he find?
Hopefully the body that goes with those legs.
- What do you mean, probie? - Abby matched the legs you severed.
- I didn't sever any legs. - Sorry, a slip of the tongue.
The legs you supposedly severed.
DNA matched to a Carla Johnson, who--
- You are not gonna believe this. - I will if it gets me out.
- She's alive. - With no legs.
No, she's got legs.
- Okay, Tony. - Prison changes a man.
Tony, come on, man.
He's doing it to me again.
ZIVA: You have the right to remain silent.
- DiNozzo set me up. ZIVA: Anything you say
can and will be used against you in a court of law.
I never thought I'd say this...
...but I am so happy to see you, Fornell.
That makes one of us, DiNozzo.
Never even got to do my Cool Hand Luke impersonation either.
[IN SOUTHERN ACCENT] What we got here is a failure to communicate.
Never saw it.
[IN NORMAL VOICE] Are you kidding me?
Only the greatest chain-gang movie of all time.
They're throwing a little welcome-back party for Agent DiNozzo upstairs.
ABBY: Go, Chip. I'm not finished here.
There is no way that Stewart pulled this off by himself.
CHIP: Why not? ABBY: Because I refuse to believe
that some alcoholic ME's assistant beat me at my own game.
Abby, don't you think you're obsessing?
You know what I found in the little fibres, Chippy?
Sodium, chloride, potassium, lactate, urea.
- Sweat? - Exactly.
Should be able to pull DNA from that.
I've also put a call in to Pemberton Medical Analysis,
the lab that fired Stewart. He's probably after them too.
- What can I do to help? - Stay out of my way.
I didn't doubt you for a second, boss. Well, maybe one second.
No, don't thank me. It was all Abby.
The poor girl hasn't slept since this entire affair began.
TONY: Where is she? - She's probably passed on by now.
- The term is passed out. - Whatever. The girl is tired.
I got the court records from Stewart's case against Baltimore unsealed.
You're a little late, Jen.
Uh...
I mean, thank you, director.
Better, Jethro.
All I'm saying is that you might wanna warn the person
who actually made the mistake
- that got Stewart fired. MAN: Now, that--
Hello? Hello?
It looks like we lost our connection, Abby.
It was you.
You worked at Pemberton Medical Analysis.
Until I got fired.
You took this job just to set up Tony?
Yep.
And I did a pretty good job at it, didn't I? Didn't I?
You know,
I thought a fair trade would be taking down those two idiots
who got me fired.
But you couldn't leave well enough alone, could you?
Could you?
[LAUGHING]
Jethro?
GIBBS: Abby.
[CHIP GRUNTING]
Now can I work alone?