Would you keep it down in there?!
Yes.
It's me. Again.
Yes, they are still at it.
I don't care if I'm the only one complaining.
I've got a big meeting in the morning,
I need my nine hours.
Would you shut the hell up already?!
Well, I can hear it.
You know, look, lady, if you don't take care of this,
I'm gonna
I'm gonna leave you a very bad yelp review.
Thank god. Finally.
That is it.
I am so over this!
If you make so much as one more sound,
I'm coming over to...
Thank you.
Look, I'm telling you, guys,
deputy director laroche is dirty.
If he is, he's doing a great job of hiding it.
Yeah, so great that maybe it's time to let it go.
Good to see you guys both have my back.
McGee, we have your back,
it's just this is becoming an obsession.
Like you're one to talk.
What? When have I been obsessed?
The mcrib incident.
Doesn't count. Limited time offer and...
Different rules apply.
You went online, got the recipe
and tried making it at home.
Okay, are you guys serious?
Like, I'm talking about the deputy director of NCIS
committing multiple crimes,
you guys are talking about sandwiches?
Delicious and sweet, also tangy.
Listen, McGee,
if you want to take down laroche, you need proof.
Hopefully, I have that on the way.
Got a friend at DOJ
sending over an unpublished ig report.
Apparently, laroche's name is all over it.
Not a good look.
Until that report gets here, keep it quiet.
Keep what quiet?
Your top secret quest
to take down laroche? We can neither
confirm nor deny any details of the operation.
Word's been making its way around the building.
I told you guys that the commons was the wrong place to meet.
If you're gonna plan a coup,
maybe not do it from inside the castle.
Coup? There's no coup. No one's couping.
You're very convincing.
But, sadly, however, the coffee klatch is over.
Time to gear up. We got a case.
Traveling salesman from Topeka. Front desk found him.
Yeah, looks like Willy loman is collateral damage.
The main event is in the room next door.
Yeah, heard you got three more bodies?
And not a single witness.
How does no one hear a gunfight
that kills four people in two rooms?
I get the feeling this is a "mind your own business"
kind of place.
You get a shot of those slippers?
I've been looking for a pair like that.
What?
It's for my dad. Don't be so judgy.
According to their ids, all three victims are vets.
That's rough. Serve your country, come home safe,
wind up dead in some fleabag motel.
I think we know who's not writing
the next armed services ad campaign.
No luggage, no toiletries in the bathroom.
I don't think they were staying here.
Looks like some kind of meetup.
Maybe a... a drug deal gone wrong?
No signs of a struggle.
I'd say it looks more like an ambush.
Yeah.
And a messy one, at that.
Okay. Who wants to play
"follow the bloody footprints" with me?
Don't think we have to do that.
Just got a bolo. Guy covered in blood
at a bus stop about a half mile from here.
Jimmy. Yeah?
Hold down the fort? Nick, I am the fort.
I don't know what that means. It made sense in my head.
But yeah, you guys go, be agents.
"I am the fort"?
Federal agents.
NCIS. Put your hands up.
Is that your blood?
She's talking to you, buddy.
I need to speak to xt5256.
Yeah, that doesn't sound familiar.
Go ahead, cuff him.
He's covered in blood.
I just got my jacket cleaned.
All right, stand up. Turn around.
I need to speak to xt5256.
Yeah, yeah, we heard. It doesn't ring a bell.
What is that, a badge number? All right, no weapon
and no apparent injury.
Yeah, now that you mention it,
it does sound like a... Like a badge number.
Whose is it?
Sam Hanna.
How do you know Sam?
Xt5256.
Did this guy say anything
besides Sam Hanna's badge number?
Torres was finally able
to get a name... Mark Davis.
But there's no prints in the system, and no DNA.
And probably hundreds of Mark davises on file.
Try thousands.
But only one asking for agent Hanna.
Actually, Sam Hanna's no longer an agent at NCIS.
Since when?
After Hanna's elite team was killed in Hawaii,
he requested a leave of absence.
He said he wanted a change of pace.
Understandable. After a loss like that,
I could see wanting a break.
No, no, he's not on a break.
Sam picked a far more dangerous battleground.
Elite?
As of 21:00 zulu,
the rebels are within six miles of the port,
they're encountering very little resistance
and their supply lines are well established.
I recommend we move the USS Wilmington
in from the south China sea,
put special forces on the ground
to stop their advance.
You want to put our troops in harm's way
to fix somebody else's problem?
Yes, sir. Helping them helps us.
And, sir, we're talking about a marine fast team
versus a wannabe dictator.
There's minimal risk.
Maybe to the marines, but what about me?
Sir?
Well, I have reelection coming up.
This won't play well with my base. You know, my eyes
literally cannot process
what they're seeing right now.
What, Sam Hanna defending freedom
with a laser pointer?
Due respect, senator, these are our allies.
We're doing this to protect democracy.
And an intervention now
will prevent a much larger conflict later.
Now's the time to put leadership
above politics, sir.
Son, my people don't give a damn
about some two-bit squabble halfway around the world.
Boy.
You may want to play hero, but in the real world,
voters put the "me" before the "we." Comprende?
Sir.
You have my recommendation.
We'll take it under advisement.
Sam.
Parker.
I, I don't think I would have had your restraint.
Yeah, I'm surprised you did.
When you've been under rpg fire,
dealing with some blowhard bureaucrat
isn't so hard. It's good to see you, fellas.
What brings mcrt uptown?
It can't be my one-man show. Seems you have a secret admirer.
Just one?
Mark Davis. Ring a bell? A loud one.
Me and Mark go way back. How is captain caveman?
Not great. He's a suspect
in a multiple homicide, and the only person
he'll talk to is... you.
You guys got your wires crossed. Mark is a legend
in special forces, not a murderer.
Well, is there a reason we can't find
that legend in the system?
He works covert ops.
They probably scrubbed his records.
Well, that's convenient. Especially if you're
planning on going on a killing spree.
You're missing something. Look,
I've been pinned down under sniper fire with this guy.
We may have lost touch when I left for NCIS,
but I trusted him with my life.
More than once.
And he trusted me.
I bet a lot of people could say that.
Lady Jessica.
Yo, yo. Nicholas.
How you doing?
What's up with the suit, man?
You, what, lose a bet or something?
Even the man of steel has to dress
like Clark Kent once in a while?
Are those apfelküchle?
Whoa. Look at this.
Finally, a fellow connoisseur. You know apfelküchle?
Course I know apfelküchle.
I just thought they were apple donuts.
You, my friend, have the palate of a nine-year-old.
Here, go ahead, have one. Fresh this morning.
No, no, no, no. Hard pass, hard pass.
I never touch carbs after 1:00 P.M., thank you.
Okay, what do we got?
Last night, three combat vets were killed
at a motel out in deanwood.
We picked up your buddy a couple of blocks from there.
He had the victims' blood on his hands.
No murder weapon and no motive.
Won't speak to anyone but you.
What do you think, Sam?
You want to be this guy's phone-a-friend?
He's not my friend.
Thought you said he was.
I said Mark Davis was my friend.
That's not Mark Davis.
I'm here. Talk.
Who the hell are you?
I'm the man you've been asking for.
You're Sam Hanna?
I am. Which means
both of us know you're not Mark Davis.
I'm his brother Roger.
You got to help me, please.
Mark is in danger and you're the only person he trusts.
Yo, how does Sam do it, man?
How does he wear a suit all day
and doesn't get a wrinkle? Are you starting
to rethink your "no suit" policy?
No, it's not a policy.
It's a way of life, baby.
You get any hits on this Roger Davis guy?
Yeah, yeah. He's telling the truth,
at least as, far as his identity is concerned.
Roger Davis is a pipe fitter from Vermont.
Mark is his brother.
No, I don't know the last time I saw him.
We sort of just started talking less and less
over the years, until... You know.
So, here you are, 500 miles from home,
worried about a brother you don't even talk to.
Look, a couple of weeks ago,
he called me, panicked.
Said he was in trouble. From who?
These vets?
He wouldn't tell me.
Honestly, I just thought he was being paranoid.
Mark brought some demons home with him after the war.
That's what made it difficult to stay close.
But he told me if anything bad happened,
I should call NCIS and use your badge number.
But you didn't call NCIS.
You ended up in the middle of multiple homicides.
My badge isn't some kind of "get out of jail free" card.
So, if you're involved in this,
now's the time to come clean.
I don't know who those men are.
Yet their blood's all over you.
Tell you something... not a fun experience,
being interrogated by Sam Hanna.
That's right.
You were in the hot seat once.
Yeah, this guy's had it easy so far, though.
I-I went to the motel
because Mark said he was gonna be there.
The men were already.
I tried to do cpr.
911 would have been nice, too.
Instead, you ran.
Why?
You said Mark brought some demons home from the war.
Like the kind of demons
that would lead to something like this?
No. Mark wasn't even there.
He wasn't there or he left before you got there?
My brother's not a killer. Roger, I want to believe you.
I do.
But why run if you have nothing to hide?
I got scared, and Mark said
you were the only guy that I could trust.
So, are you the guy that Mark says you are?
Or are you like everyone else?
Come on, man,
are we gonna go back and forth here all day
or are you gonna get off your ass and go find my brother
before he ends up dead, too?
I'm gonna find your brother.
The traffic cam picked up Roger pulling in up to the hotel.
These three had already been dead for hours.
Okay, so that rules out Roger as the killer.
Hey, Jimmy.
How was your week?
Better than my customers. How about you?
We still on for Saturday night?
Have I missed one yet?
Saturday? You knew he was in town?
Yeah. Sam, Victoria and I
we have a standing weekend karaoke date.
Defending champs, baby.
I didn't know you sing.
Little bit. He sings.
I rap. Old school.
I'm a bit of a crooner myself.
You don't say?
Yeah, it's too bad my geraniums
are the only ones who get to hear me sing.
On to more pressing news.
All of our victims were shot
at close range, subsonic rounds.
So, a silencer? Is that Mark's style?
No way. Mark didn't do this.
The gun work's sloppy. Mark's style
double-tap, center-mass, and he doesn't miss.
Well, his brother said that Mark had been struggling
lately. I'm just saying,
could he have snapped? There were no shell casings
at the scene. The shooter policed his brass.
That means this was a targeted killing,
not some spur-of-the-moment thing.
But targeted why? What were these guys
even doing at the motel?
Maybe they were just looking for
a hot meal and a shower.
There are signs that all three
were unhoused, living on the streets.
They had car exhaust in the lungs.
All three had bedbugs.
I do wash the bodies before I autopsy them, gentlemen.
Okay, aside from, these guys being vets,
and clean, they don't seem to have much in common.
Ooh, look closer, because I've got a... ooh.
Kasie hines.
Sam Hanna!
Kase?
Yes.
What's up?
I'm just recalibrating.
Sam doesn't like it when I'm too optimistic,
but I just had a breakthrough,
and I wanted to do that thing where I like, pop down here
and I was, like, "hey, good news, everybody."
But then I was, like... Kasie. Yes?
Be you. Cool.
Okay, so, good news, everybody.
So, as you all know, our killer took our victims' phones
or maybe they lost them or maybe... We get it.
No cell phones at the crime scene.
But I was able to get cell records
for each of them, and there was one number
that all three called repeatedly.
It's an employment services charity in Arlington.
Then you fold that down,
then you fold down the wings, and you're finished.
You say you have a daughter, so,
give that a whirl.
Teach you how to make a unicorn
when I come back out?
Pick that up on deployment?
Helps pass the time.
Keeps you centered.
Bet you need it, with all that time on the hill.
I heard about elite.
I'm sorry.
Thanks. When I lost my react team,
thought about hanging it up, too.
No, no, no, no.
I didn't hang it up. Just a little course correction.
See, politicians don't see the kind of
sacrifices people in this room make.
Somebody has to be their voice.
- They're lucky it's you. - I agree.
But lone wolf
that seems more like a Callen thing.
Funny enough,
g is actually not a lone wolf anymore.
Him and Anna are expecting a new pup.
Agents knight and Hanna?
To be continued.
Yes, they were clients.
And what about him?
Mark?
Yeah. Sweet man.
But distant.
Did they know each other?
You know, I'm sorry. I really don't know.
But they were all struggling, so, maybe.
Struggling how?
It's sad,
but some people, when they come back from war,
have a hard time
finding their place in the world.
I found him some work, but the market's tight, so
I couldn't get him that many hours.
Can you get us a list of the places Mark worked?
Of course. I can print it out for you.
Be right back.
Should have reached out.
This isn't on you.
I would have been there.
You didn't know.
Sometimes it's hard for guys like Mark
to admit when they need help.
Hey, so, knight just sent this over.
Ooh.
Just open it.
I've got a au jus situation here.
Didn't know they made lunchables for adults.
You've never seen a Chicago style
Italian beef construction kit before?
Apparently, you haven't, either.
Impulse buy.
Internet's gonna kill me one day.
Okay, so I'm guessing
this is where Mark was working,
some kind of building supply store?
Yeah. Wasn't working there for long, though.
Knight spoke with the owner.
Apparently, Mark...
Apparently, Mark was more interested in
the employee discount than he was
in actually being an employee.
Yeah? What was he buying?
It's more like what wasn't he buying.
Ton of lumber, rigging equipment.
Air compressor.
I thought he was broke.
Yeah, right?
What was he doing
with all this stuff? Don't know.
But we do know where he was doing it.
Truck he rented had, GPS.
Sam has his location.
Well, I guess the Italian beef will have to wait.
Wait. Is that, giardiniera?
I haven't had lunch yet.
Here.
Knock yourself out.
Pine hollow adventure boys camp.
Okay, according to the rental's GPS,
this is where Mark
dropped off the construction material.
Maybe Mark was doing a little charity work.
This takes me back to the days
of powdered eggs and creamed corn.
Didn't have you pegged as the boy scouts type.
Neither did they. I got kicked out.
Turns out they prefer
when you make wallets, not steal 'em.
But something tells me
they're not making wallets here.
No. Barbed wire.
That looks like a watchtower.
The hell happened to that Jeep?
And a, stabbing dummy. Adventure boys,
looks like they're getting ready for war.
- Back up. - What?
You're welcome.
Come on, Excalibur. I promise, I am worthy.
Ooh!
Didn't anybody ever teach you
not to sneak up on people
that are holding stab by things?
Easy. Easy there, queen Arthur.
You seem a little on edge.
Well, my friends were two steps from boom-splat.
Love you too, kase.
So, whoever turned our friend here into a porcupine
wasn't training for American ninja warrior.
So what the hell were they doing out there?
Bunch of people with illegal weapons in the woods.
Kinda screams "extremist militia."
Doing extremist things.
Mark's vet buddies were there, too.
We found these in the bunks.
Bedbugs. Same kind we pulled
from their bodies. So they were all
out there together, playing Rambo?
They weren't playing.
They were planning something.
This looks like some kind of targeting map.
But what are they targeting?
Running possible locations now.
Anybody else getting a, terrorist attack
sort of a vibe here?
Mark wouldn't join a group like that.
He was a good marine.
A marine without a unit.
Maybe he went looking for a new one.
So, the writing on the map... I ran it
through a pattern-matching algorithm.
It's Mark's handwriting.
We need to know what they're up to. We may
have a lead.
McGee was able to get security footage
from Mark's last job. Take a look.
There's a mean right hook.
Angry ex-girlfriend for 200? No way.
If she was able to land a punch like that on Mark,
she had to have some serious training.
Desiree Mason.
Navy veteran. Left the service a few years ago.
Fell on hard times.
Sounds familiar. We tracked her car
to the train station.
She bought a one-way ticket
under a false name. She was running.
From what?
Mark lied to me,
so I gave him a piece of my mind, end of story.
Would really love to hear the beginning of that story.
Specifically, what Mark lied about.
None of your business. Being how Mark is missing,
that really does make it our business.
Look, I haven't seen him since that day
on the loading dock. I got no clue where he is.
How about these men?
Do they look familiar?
Never seen them before.
They were killed last night.
We believe their deaths
had to do with the militia training camp
that Mark helped build.
Sucks for them.
What does any of this have to do with me?
You were there, too.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
We tested the mud on your tires.
It was a match for the soil at the camp,
so we're thinking that you were part of
whatever was going on out there.
And now we're thinking
that you might have been at the motel as well.
No. You were still mad at Mark after that fight.
No, you-you got it wrong. That's not...
So you gave him and his buddies a little more
than just a piece of your mind.
No, I didn't... I didn't kill anyone.
I heard about what happened
to those guys at the motel
and I was worried Mark would come after me next.
So I ran.
She saying Mark killed those men? No way.
Pull torres and knight out. I want to talk to her.
They can handle this. They don't know Mark
like I do. You two haven't talked in years.
People can change.
So, you believe her?
I believe knight and torres
have this under control, okay?
So, let's just see what she has to say.
I was desperate for money, and Mark told me about
a private military company that was hiring.
Does this pmc have a name?
Iron horizon.
And Mark recruited you?
Said I'd be going on a simple
protection detail in Colombia, but
when I got there,
turns out the people I was protecting
were Colombian warlords.
I confronted Mark about it.
All his friends did.
We didn't sign up to protect the bad guys.
And then what happened?
Well, they're dead and Mark is in the wind,
so do the math.
Why don't you go ahead and do the math for us?
He was afraid we'd talk, that's what happened.
And I'm not gonna stick around so he can take me out too.
This man
is a cold-blooded killer.
I guess it's safer if we don't follow him?
You think?
Faster the fists, the slower the thoughts.
Boxing always felt like
meditation to me. I'm not feeling very zen
right now, director.
Well... take these.
The team is still processing.
Ms. Mason's statements.
Iron horizon's not on anybody's radar.
She was telling the truth.
I read about it
in a senate briefing. We knew all about
the Colombian warlords.
We knew they hired extra security,
no idea who it was.
If she's telling the truth, that means
Mark is not the man I remember.
Maybe he just lost his way.
It happens to the best of us sometimes.
I understand you wanting to start fresh in D.C.,
even if that meant leaving paradise.
I just wanted to find a place where I could do the most good.
And you have. Finding evidence
that your friend is guilty of murder...
Doesn't feel good,
especially when your gut still says he's innocent.
And sometimes your gut knows things
that your mind hasn't caught up with yet.
And you knew Mark better than any of us.
This is a puzzle that only you can solve.
A puzzle?
Whoa. I just organized those.
Sorry, I'm looking for the...
The map? Yeah, but I need the actual map,
not a scan. Paper.
How quaint. Give me a sec.
Though I got to say, the fact that I don't seem
to be able to match the map
to any known geography makes me think it's a dead end.
That doesn't sound like the kasie I know.
Yeah, well, I'm trying to be realistic.
Well, try to be an optimist.
I thought you were allergic to my optimism.
Maybe you're rubbing off on me, kasie.
I got a good feeling about this.
- Here. - Thank you.
See, I don't think the map matters.
What matters is the paper. See this crease?
I would call that a wrinkle, but potato, "pot ah to."
It's an origami fold. When Mark and I were in Iraq,
I taught him how to fold origami.
- He only knew how - to make one shape. - Okay.
I like where you're going with this. You like that?
Yeah. What are we waiting for? Let's get to folding.
All you had to do was fold the paper into the right shape,
and the numbers fell in place. It's simple.
Simple if you knew Mark had a thing for origami.
Lucky for us, agent Hanna did.
Iron horizon, not so lucky.
Those numbers formed an ip address
which led to a boatload of evidence
about the crimes they've been committing.
So, Mark wasn't working with them.
He was gonna blow the whistle. They were taking advantage
of desperate veterans like Mark.
Offering quick cash to go on risky missions.
Working with warlords, dictators.
Word got out, iron horizon would be charged for war crimes.
We found written statements
from the motel victims in the file.
They were helping Mark make a case.
Iron horizon must have caught on
and gunned them down at the motel.
But where's Mark?
We have to assume they took him alive
to find out where he hid the files.
We're the first ones to access the we blink.
So, they must still be trying to get it out of him.
And as soon as Mark gives the files up,
iron horizon will kill him.
Not if we get to him first.
The bad guys have had Mark for a while.
Hopefully he can hold out.
He's a tough son of a bitch.
But every man has their breaking point.
Update. We're still trying
to find iron horizon's base of operations.
We got a dozen addresses, but none of them are real.
It's all aliases, shell companies and offshore accounts.
Iron horizon can't be a total ghost.
There's got to be property records,
vendor contracts. Tax documents.
I was gonna say "weapon purchases," but sure. Taxes.
A few of their llcs have filed their 1120s.
So we could comb through their recorded transactions.
Forensic accounting.
That's fun. Are these guys really
taking charitable deductions?
Looks like it. Nothing charitable about these guys.
Well, I'll be damned.
Justin,
when I order a steak rare, I want it still mooing.
Got a minute, senator?
Mr. Hanna, I said we'd take your recommendations
under advisement.
While I admire your persistence... Iron horizon.
Am I supposed to know what that is?
It's just one of your biggest donors.
I have a lot of donors.
People feel very passionate about supporting me.
And how would they feel
if they knew you were taking donations
from a company that's committed war crimes?
How do you think that would affect your reelection chances?
My constituents care about what's happening at home,
not... wherever this is.
This is ten miles from here.
These men were U.S. military veterans.
Iron horizon had them killed.
Is that close enough to home for you?
What do you want?
Seems like I know how the real world works after all.
Sam had the senator
pull some strings and get a list of iron horizon assets.
Turns out they have a transport ship in the port of Baltimore.
Well, whoever said the wheels of government move slowly
never met special agent Hanna.
Dock footage confirmed
that Mark was brought on board two days ago.
Well, who are we up against?
Mercenaries hired by iron horizon.
A bunch of wanted Russian criminals.
They find out we're trying to rescue Mark, they'll kill him.
Can we have a comms check?
Everyone on board?
How's the belly of the beast?
It's surprisingly empty, for now.
We should split up.
Cover more ground.
Okay, upper deck is communications.
Lower deck is the engine and pump rooms.
Ooh, a bunch of leaky pipes? No, thanks.
Shoot for it?
Should have picked scissors.
You two start climbing.
Knight and I will head down.
He always plays paper. I let him win.
Hey, I heard that.
What's your status?
Headed to the engine room.
What'd he say?
Callen speaks Russian, not me.
My ex taught me a few words. They either said
they got bunions in their potatoes
or they're holding hostages in the pump room.
Let's hope it's the latter.
They got to be talking about Mark.
All right, we'll head down. We'll meet them...
Was that Mark?
Too short.
Mark.
He's still alive. I got you, captain caveman.
They're coming back. We making noise?
Stealth mode it is.
Now, where were we, Mr. Davis?
NCIS, baby.
Did I just hear "NCIS"?
Knight and Sam found Mark.
Everyone knows.
So much for the element of surprise.
Reinforcements are headed for the pump room.
Can you cut them off?
We're on it.
What's going on? Is that gunfire?
Work in progress.
Whoa, whoa, Nick, Nick, Nick, hold your fire... the pipes.
Pipe? What pipe?
Now what?
It's like a Russian clown car. They just keep coming out.
All right, dibs on the big one.
Two against six?
Yippee-ki-yay.
Catch!
Come here.
Got you, McGee.
God.
A little help here?
You good?
Mark.
Okay, captain caveman, I got you.
I got you, buddy. I got you.
Man, when you threw the fire extinguisher at that guy?
That was unreal. Hey, you literally had
one of them by their eyeballs.
Dude, that kick flip?
You were practically upside down.
Yeah, dude, I didn't know I could get my leg that high.
If the two of you are done
patting each other on the back...
This doesn't look like a fair fight.
Yeah, they tried.
It was cute.
Sam.
You came for me.
Always will, brother.
Always will.
I think we got 'em all.
Not all of 'em.
They're expecting you at 7:00 A.M. sharp tomorrow.
Okay. Bye.
Another happy client?
I just locked down a three-week gig for them.
It's a great day.
So, I take it you have some more questions.
Actually, we came here to tell you the good news.
We found Mark.
That's wonderful. Is he okay?
He will be.
Despite your attempt to have him killed.
What? We know you were running a little business on the side.
You got Mark that iron horizon gig.
Well, that's my job.
These veterans needed help. I found them a way out.
But you knew what iron horizon was really up to.
And when Mark found out, he brought the evidence to you.
You sold him out.
But you're right about one thing.
Today really is a great day.
Stand up. Hands behind your back, please.
I don't want to pile on,
but you've looked better, old friend.
Without you, I'd be looking a lot worse.
I would have called you sooner.
I was ashamed.
Thanks for not giving up on me.
The war may be over, but I still have your six.
I'm always here if you need anything.
And one more thing.
You got to learn some new origami shapes.
What do you say
I teach you some over dinner next week?
- I'd like that. - Yeah.
It's good to see you, man.
Love you, man.
Love you too, man.
Mark.
Thank you, man.
Take care of him.
Lady Jessica.
When you gonna teach me those tricks you did with the Baton?
Name a time and place.
But it's bring-your-own Baton.
Hey, that's a fit, though.
Yeah, Superman can't stay away
from the cape for too long. Yeah, you know?
Guess he can't. What is this here?
Is this a token of your appreciation?
Malassadas. Get out of here, man.
Yeah, I know how much you guys like sweets,
so I asked tennant for the recipe and...
They're better than anything you'd get on the shelf.
It's gluten, dairy, sugar-free.
Made with beets.
I'm kidding,
come on, man. I'm kidding. 90% sugar.
Don't do that. Don't worry.
I was about to say.
Don't toy with me like that.
You know, I find it hard
to believe that Jane tennant is baking.
Well,
she's got a kid in college and a 15-year-old daughter,
so let's just say this keeps her out of trouble?
Director.
I'm glad you could take time away from the hill
to help us out, Hanna.
That was one hell of a rescue.
I got to admit,
this is not exactly how I imagined my week going.
What, taking down a rogue private military company?
Quitting my job.
Are you hanging up the suit?
Seeing your team,
working shoulder to shoulder with them
reminded me how much I miss it.
Well, you always were
a team player, like any good seal.
And there's always a place for you back at NCIS.
I know.
I have some things I need to take care of first.
Wouldn't have anything to do with Hetty, would it?
I've heard rumors
she's been spotted on the wrong side of the dmz.
Probably better the less you know.
Copy that.
Thank you, sir. Take care of yourself.
Thank you.
McGee. Definitely see you around.
Sam. Come here.
Thank you for all your help, boss. You're welcome.
Agent McGee.
Please shut the door.
Sorry, is there something wrong, director?
My friend at the DOJ sent me this.
Apparently, one of my agents requested it.
Director, I-I don't... Okay,
this-this isn't... What it looks like?
Because it looks like
you're investigating deputy director laroche.
Okay, director, it is... It is what it looks like, but...
You're playing with fire, agent McGee.
And if you're not absolutely certain
that laroche is guilty of something,
we could all get burned.
I have a call to catch at MTAC.
And when I return,
this file is getting sent back to the DOJ.
Absolutely certain, agent McGee.
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