Dr. Laura.
Hmm?
Tahir!
Caught the bad guy hours ago.
Hi.
Usually, we go home after that.
Well, my office has a nicer couch, so...
I thought I'd have a post-bad guy drink.
Would you care to join me?
I'll take that as a yes.
Costa Rica.
Again.
I wasn't kidding the other day.
Mm-hmm.
I'm serious.
I need a change.
I'm ready for sun and sand
and not facing a new murder every single day.
I actually found a place near the beach.
Putting in an offer.
Hello. Is anyone home?
Good. You're still here.
Jack, the Bahrain office needs you in MTAC.
Gibbs, you might as well come along.
A school bus carrying
four ten-year-old girls and their chaperone
was hijacked in Helmand Province yesterday.
Bus driver was shot to death.
The rest presumed kidnapped.
-Taliban. Most likely.
They're not big fansof girls going to school.
Which is why the bus routes are usually kept secret.
Somehow, the Taliban found out about this one.
They staged an ambush.
So, what does this have to do with me?
We believe this was written
by the girls' chaperone before they were all taken.
Who's the chaperone?
It's Darya, Jack.
Somebody want to fill me in on this?
When I was a hostage, uh, in Afghanistan,
Darya was another captive.
A local who they usedas a servant.
She brought mefood, water.
I wouldn't have made it without her.
-When we pulled Jack out,
Darya stayed behind to fight the fight.
All right, we've been told that she began
working with a local nongovernmental organization,
an aid group helping villages threatened by the Taliban.
Is the NGO looking for her?
For what it's worth, I'm not sure
there's much anyone can do, but...
we just thought you should at least know.
Thank you.
And there sure as hell is plenty we can do.
Leon, I know it's not our jurisdiction...
Jack, slow down.
No, I'm not going to slow down.
When Masahun tortured me, it was Darya
who nursed me back to health.
I'm not just gonna stand by...
Jack, I already arranged for transport.
Oh, okay.
You're damn right we're not gonna stand by.
I was there, too.
You got us jurisdiction.
SECNAV just approved it.
Plane leaves in two hours.
You two gotyour second COVID shots?
Got it. Yes.
All right. Stay safe.
So, Gibbs didn't say anything else?
No, "You got point."
That's better than
"Make sure Torres feeds Carl."
Who is Carl?
Carl is a fish.
Sloane dropped him off at my place last night.
What's going on?
Gibbs called about midnight.
He said he didn't want to wake you.
So... of course, I thought he was having a stroke.
Or he was being thoughtful.
McGee does have two kids.
You hear yourself?
"Thoughtful."
Skip to the end. Why do I have point?
Because Gibbs and Sloane are heading to Afghanistan.
They're tracking down a school bus of missing girls.
We believe it was the Taliban.
-Oh, that's rough. -Anything we can do to help?
Yes. The NSA picked up an e-mail containing
the exact coordinates of where this bus was ambushed.
Taliban was tipped off.
NSA able to track the recipient?
No, but we got the sender.
And I'm sure he knows where he sent his e-mail to.
Name's Albert Gorsch-- lives about an hour outside of D.C.
So, an American sent the girls' location
to the Taliban? Why?
Pick him up and find out?
Be our pleasure.
What's on your mind?
Sloane gave Carl to Torres?
She could be gone for a while. Someone's got to feed him.
Except she's got an automatic fish feeder.
I helped her put it in.
Exactly how dangerous is this situation?
We will be at the village in two hours.
Oh, no, take us to the bus first, please.
No, no, no. Bad idea.
We do not want to be on the road at night.
Taliban.
The bus-- first.
The longer we wait, the harder it'll be
to find those missing girls.
Don't look at me.
Wow. That's the most you've said in the last 12 hours.
Don't worry. I know what you're doing.
What am I doing?
You think that if you don't push me
I'll realize on my own that Costa Rica's a mistake
and I'll change my mind.
That what I think?
Yep.
I wasn't the only one not saying much on that plane.
What were you thinking?
I was thinking about Darya.
You know, she was a teacher
before the Taliban kidnapped her.
What'd she do after?
Uh, I don't know anything
except for what that agent told us.
I mean, she used to patch me up
after Masahun would torture me.
I'm sure she meant well,
but they'd torture me all over again, so...
We tried to keep in touch.
E-mail and such, but it got too hard.
You okay being back here again?
Thanks. I'm okay.
I made peace with this place.
That being said, I wouldn't mind
getting the hell out of here as fast as possible.
What does a fish actually do?
You can't pet it, right? You can't play fetch.
Okay, can we stop talking about the fish?
Oh, not a fan?
Not since my mom flushed my goldfish
down the toilet when I was six.
Oh, so Goldie was your first dead body.
No. Wait, how did you know her name?
Because all six-year-olds name their first goldfish Goldie.
Wait, you smell that?
Uh, speaking of dead bodies...
Well, somebody beat us here.
Are we sure this is the right guy?
I mean, look at these posters.
"Save the Amazon." "The ocean."
Doesn't exactly strike me as someone who'd be
working with the Taliban.
I don't know. You tell me.
Does this look familiar?
Yeah. I think those are
the GPS coordinates of the bus route.
Then we got the right guy.
Agents Gibbs, Sloane.
Yes.
I'm Nabi.
-You with the NGO? -Moroor Amen. Yes.
Uh, I helped run the local camp with your friend Darya.
As you can see, all that's left behind is
the children's shoes and, uh, backpacks.
And, of course...
Darya knew that the government
would not have the resources to help.
The, uh, the NGO, Moroor Amen?
That's Arabic for "safe passage."
Is that what you do?
Arrange safe passage for girls who want to go to school?
As well as food, clothing, COVID vaccinations.
But it is difficult.
The villages are under constant threat by the Taliban.
Yeah, got that.
Our bus routes are kept secret.
I cannot imagine who leaked this one.
We might have an idea. Our team
in D.C. sent us this photo an hour ago.
You know him?
Yes. Albert. Um...
he helped design Moroor Amen's internal network.
Are you saying that Albert hacked into our system
and leaked this bus's route?
Why?
Can't ask him. He's dead.
Then we shall never know who has taken the girls.
Well, maybe not,
but we know which way they went.
How?
-Seen this before. -The Taliban
had them take off their shoes for a reason.
Makes it harder for them to get away.
But only if they were headed...
into rough terrain.
Mountains are this way. That's where we'll start.
Not tonight.
The Taliban soldiers like to shoot
at passing vehicles at night for sport.
We should go to the village.
No, with all due respect, we should stop wasting time.
Listen to him, Jack.
He's right.
Gibbs, you know every second those girls are missing...
We can't help them if we're dead on the side of the road.
We go to the village. We call Vance.
We get backup.
Take it from there, right?
Jimmy, what do you got?
Kidney failure. I mean, we-we don't
have kidney failure.
This guy's kidneys, though, are...
Well, kidney failure didn't bash in this guy's door.
That would be impressive.
So, was this a murder or...?
He appears to have died from prerenal kidney failure.
His medical records show no history
of any kidney problems, so...
Which means?
It's weird.
That's your official report?
That is all I have until Kasie gets back with blood results.
I mean, if this was a murder,
we don't even know what the motive was.
It's got to be one of the four Ls, right?
Like lust, love, loathing, loot.
And still no clue who he e-mailed
the kidnapped girls' bus route to.
Didn't you get, like, a mountain of his computers?
Can't you just trace his e-mail?
We would, if I could get into the computers.
I've never seen this kind of encryption before.
Which means?
It's weird.
These people have nothing.
And to lose their kids, too...
Moroor Amen operates out of here.
You can contact your director inside.
What's the perimeter?
Uh, what?
Security. What do you got?
A few men patrol with rifles.
We have some old land mines from an abandoned military post.
We keep it in a shed.
Well, I guess the shed's safe.
-Sitrep. We got a lead on the girls.
Need satellite access for recon later.
And troops to back us up if we find something.
I'll do what I can.
But with reduced U.S. presence in-country,
I'll need to call in a few favors.
-Well, start calling, please. In the meantime,
Trip wire perimeter
on the road leading into town.
Used some old blasting caps.
I voted for the entire land mine, but whatever.
Jack, you sure you're okay?
I'm fine, Leon. I just wish everyone would stop
expecting me to fall apart
and let me do my...
Lights! I got the door.
Window.
I got something.
It's Tahir! Tahir!
Stand down, Jack.
Come on.
This is Yazmin,
one of the missing girls.
Hey, Yazmin.
It's okay, angel. It's okay.
Drink, angel.
You're safe now.
And you're a very brave girl
-for getting away from those men. -No.
I-I not get away.
They let me go.
They let you go?
Yazmin!
Mama!
I don't get it. Why'd they let her go?
They could be testing the perimeter.
Or using her as a distraction.
She found her way here.
Which means she might know where the other girls are.
You have a map? Thanks.
Translate for me, please?
-Yes. -Thank you.
Hey, Yazmin.
-I'm Jack. I'm a friend. Yazmin.
This is a map.
This is where we are.
Do you know where those men took you?
It's okay. It's okay.
Acute stress disorder,
possible dissociative amnesia, would be my guess.
Needs rest.
I can't imagine what they might've done to her.
Actually, I-I can.
Listen, I can't wait until dawn to get back out there, Gibbs.
We got to be smart.
Agent Gibbs, Agent Sloane.
-Quickly. -What is it?
This just appeared online.
They wear those dresses to school?
No.
Gibbs, that's Darya. She's alive.
Wait, what's she reading?
A bank account number.
It's an auction.
The girls are for sale?
Now I know why they let Yazmin go.
Why?
She has epilepsy.
Many hold outdated superstitions about it.
Some even consider it a curse.
They did not think she was even worth selling.
Those aren't traditional bank account numbers.
They're for a cryptocurrency wallet.
That means we can't trace the owner.
Can we block the bank account?
Buy Vance some time
to get Gibbs that backup.
Backup for what? I mean, we still don't know
where the girls are being held.
I'm working on it.
Come on, McGee. Even my grandma
would've figured it out by now.
Who did Albert send that e-mail to?
Yeah? Your grandmother can crack 512-bit custom-built encryption?
If she can't, I know who might.
Turns out Albo had a business partner, a guy named
Ben Mitchell. They ran some animal nonprofit together.
Ben was the IT guy?
Until he ended up in jail for hacking.
We should talk to this guy.
-Which jail? -He's out now.
Runs a pet store. I'll send you the address.
Oh, maybe he can help us with Carl.
You know, he-he's barely moving inside his little bowl.
I think he's depressed.
Eh, he looks fine.
Oh, easy for you to say.
If Sloane comes back to a dead Carl,
I'm next.
Look, the nonprofit was just a cover.
Officially, if you saw an animal being abused,
you could use our app to report them.
Unofficially, we'd hack the living crap
out of whoever was doing the abuse.
Felt nice, but...
I ended up doing some time.
Turns out I am not a fan.
And when I got out, I went legit.
What about Albert?
Look, you're not gonna get the guy in trouble.
He's dead.
You want to help us figure out why?
And help us find some missing girls?
While I was locked up,
Albie jumped from animals to fighting corruption.
Started going by the name Albatross. At least,
that's what his -groupies called him. -Wait, wait.
You-You're saying that Albert Gorsch was the Albatross?
-Who's that? -He's, like, the most famous hacktivist of all time.
No wonder I can't get into this guy's system.
Oh, and you're excited because that explains
-why you're failing? -Hey.
The NSA's been after this guy for years, okay?
For hacki, uh... visiting?
Look, a hacktivist is a hacker
who uses his skills for the purposes of good.
Yeah. In Albie's case,
he started helping government whistleblowers.
And pissed off a lot of people.
Yeah. Thing I don't get, though, is
hacktivists live by a code,
and that definitely doesn't include child abduction.
He'd been getting more and more extreme lately.
9/11 truther,
COVID truther.
I'm kind of not shocked to hear
he hooked up with some really bad apples.
So, you're gonna help us get into his system?
Find those girls?
Yeah. Of course I'll help.
You're not gonna believe who our dead guy is.
Didn't we ID this guy already?
He's the Albatross.
-No! -Yeah.
I'm just kidding. I don't know who that is.
He's the most famous hacktivist of all time.
Oh! Yeah, sorry. No, I still don't know.
But don't hacktivists, like, live by a code
that does not involve child abduction?
Yeah, well, Albatross's ex-partner
says that he changed his tune.
Does this ex-partner happen to have the encryption keys
-to Albatross's server,by any chance? -He did.
Oh! Well, that makes my news super anticlimactic.
All I did was ID the cause of death
for our newly turned evil hacktivist, and it's not pretty.
-He was killed by ketchup? -What was in the ketchup.
-Someone spiked itwith acetic acid. -Hmm.
That's what caused the kidney failure.
Nice work. Did you, uh...
Check for prints, already find two sets,
and have already ID'd one as belonging to our victim?
-Mm-hmm. -How about the other set?
Ooh, I was just about to run them
and catch a murderer, but...
I bet I can ID this second set of prints
before you can hack
-into that server. -You're on.
Okay.
-Ready? -Mm-hmm.
On "three."Uh-huh.
-Three. -What?
In.
Already?
Yeah. Just need to execute
the encryption override.
You've been a bad, bad boy.
Uh-oh.
You've been a bad, bad boy.
Uh-oh.
You've been a bad, bad boy.
I think I might have triggered
some kind of security protocol here.
Special Agent McGee.
Really? Uh, all over? Okay.
Yeah, I'll, uh, I'll be right up.
Um, the whole network is down.
"Whole" as in ...e entire building.
Yeah, so I'm gonna go fix that, um, before Gibbs flies back
from Afghanistan and kills me himself.
Oh, he dead.
You're doing great.
So, the girls were walked for a half hour.
Then they were put on a truck and, uh,
driven another hour to a house.
That's a pretty wide radius.
She doesn't remember how she got home.
-I'm still working on it. -Yeah.
Hey, Leon,
where's that satellite recon?
Waiting on an answer, Gibbs,
but I got a hard no on any troop support.
We still got three girls out there.
I know. But the rules of engagement
the Pentagon agreed to forbid...
Rules? This is the Taliban, Leon.
They don't have rules.
If you and Sloane try to mount a rescue,
you will be on your own, which is I why I expressly forbid...
Expressly what?
You're breaking up, Leon.
No, Gibbs, I most certainly am not.
Can't hear you.
I want you and Sloane...
You got a location?
Yazmin just told us something.
Well, what'd she say?
That halfway to school, Darya told the bus driver
to take a new route.
Well, they change routes all the time.
-You read the NGO report. -Yes.
But look at it again.
The route Darya had the driver take
was never on the network.
So how did Albatross get it?
Can't hack something that's not there.
Darya was the only person who knew
where that school bus would be.
Which means the only way the hacker knew it as well...
Is if she told him.
Tracks end here.
Yeah.
Truck must have picked them up.
So which way did they go?
I can't tell if that fork
is a dead end or crosses a river.
She didn't do it, Gibbs.
Darya.
She would never have leaked that bus route.
She risked everything to help me.
She would never sell out her own people.
I know her.
I got something, Jack.
Wait...
That's Darya's.
She-she had it when we were held-held captive.
She must have left it for me, s-- to-to show me the way.
Maybe.
Maybe what?
Just wondering what kind of prisoner
gets to keep their jewelry.
So, w-what? You think it's a...
i-it's a trick to send us the wrong way?
It's the oldest play in the book.
Got a captive that doesn't talk,
stick in a buddy in there, soften them up.
Masahun did it to Vance with that fake CIA agent.
Jack, this whole thing may be one big trap.
Your name on the bus.
Masahun...
still got family in the area.
I-I got to tell you,
Costa Rica's looking better by the second.
Your friend dropped the necklace going that way, Jack.
Which way are we going?
Damn, Tim, I don't get it.
You're supposed to be the computer guy.
How did this guy out-hack you?
You know what? This guy was, like, one of the best
ten hackers in the world, okay?
You think you got problems?
Try checking murder ketchup fingerprints by hand.
I'm like Amish Columbo down there.
All right, that should isolate every computer
that came in contact with Albatross's virus.
Oh... Ah.
-McGee in the building. -Nice.
What's going on?
Those are not flattering pictures.
Why is this happening? Wh...
I isolated Albatross's server.
Seriously, why is this still happening?
Because the attack isn't coming from Albatross's server.
It's coming from outside the building. Here, take a look.
When McGee broke into Albatross's system,
he didn't just trigger a virus.
I triggered a warning beacon.
-To who? -All of Albatross's hacker groupies.
Mm-hmm. It was letting them know his system was compromised.
Looks like one of them went on the offensive.
And see?
Y'all made fun of me for keeping my webcam unplugged.
We got to find them and stop them.
That is not gonna be easy.
These people are pros at staying hidden.
Then we make them come to us.
How? Stand outside with a hard drive
going, "Here, hacker, hacker?"
No, but Albatross and his buddies
are into helping, uh, whistleblowers, right?
Well, we dangle one in front of them as bait.
Yeah, but who? I mean, all of our pictures are plastered
on the Internet with a "do not trust" sign stamped across them.
You guys, you guys, I don't want to be alarmist here,
but my coolers just went out,
and we are gonna be in a world of hurt if y-you...
What?
Jimmy, my man,
you got to calm down.
Literally the least calming thing
you could say to a person.
Okay, maybe we should go over this again.
You're a janitor who wants to expose an NCIS cover-up.
Right. And I piggybacked
onto Albatross's beacon to make contact.
Now I have a USB drive with the dirt.
Put the USB drive down.
Yeah-- Sorry. I'm really nervous, okay?
And somehow simultaneously extremely bored.
This is really what you guys do on stakeouts?
Terrible for circulation.
Not to mention I'm really hungry.
You know, maybe this was a bad idea.
If our guy makes Jimmy,
we're not gonna get a second chance here.
And not for nothing, but I think
I have eyes on our hacktivist.
Check out the mom pushing the stroller.
No way. Who brings a baby to an intel drop?
Who walks a baby without a diaper bag?
Plus, that mom hasn't looked down in her stroller once.
-So? -So if you were pushing around
the cutest living organism on Planet Earth,
wouldn't you stare at it every chance you got?
Mm-hmm. Like Baby Yoda.
Now you're getting it.
Move in, Bishop.
Yep. I got it.
Hey. NCIS.
Hey.
NCIS!
Freeze!
Do I-- do I...?
You're welcome.
So...
you got hacked, huh?
What's that got to do with me?
I think we both know the answer to that.
Good luck proving it.
I'm trying to solve your friend's murder.
Should I find it suspicious that you don't want to help?
His murder.
Right. Sure.
Was this before or after he collaborated with the Taliban?
After.
You guys got to get better game.
I don't know what you got on Albatross,
but no way was he collaborating with terrorists.
He's one of the good guys.
-And we are? -The Man.
Deep state.
And I'm not buying what you're selling.
Far as I'm concerned, there was
no murder, no kidnapping
and Albatross is sitting in some black site with...
Three little girls.
Three little girls being auctioned off like cattle.
Here's your buddy.
This one we can go see in person
if you want to take a quick little field trip.
I don't really give a rat's ass who killed that guy.
Because he sold those little girls out
on their way to school.
And those girls are out there, scared and hurt,
and the only way to find them is by tracing an e-mail locked
inside of Albatross' system.
Which we can't access because of your virus.
You said you're one of the good guys. Prove it.
Okay.
I'll show you how to unlock your system.
But one thing-- you said
that the NSA flagged his e-mail?
Yeah, that's right.
That I don't believe.
He's been evading them for years.
He's being set up.
Yeah.
No. We're losing the light, so we headed back.
Thanks for the heads-up, McGee.
They track that e-mail yet?
Uh, no. But, uh,
McGee was able to block the kidnappers' bank account.
Bought us some time before they're sold.
-Yeah. Agent Gibbs! Agent Sloane!
Wait, something's wrong, Gibbs.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God. Darya.
They-they threw her from a truck.
-They didn'teven slow down. -Darya.
Did you recognize anyone?
No. But this was pinned to her coat.
"Go home or there will be more blood."
It's in English.
It's to us.
So much for this being a trap.
She wasn't in on it, Gibbs!
Where you going?
I'm done.
What do you mean you're done?!
This is why I want out.
This.
We chase bad guys.
We put them away.
And nothing ever changes.
Except for us.
Darya risked her life to help me,
and-and we're all so twisted
we couldn't see that basic act of humanity for what it was.
So call it what you want.
Quitting. Running. I don't care.
I'm out.
I'm done!
Might as well go out in a blaze of glory, right?
A local thought he recognized
the truck that dumped Darya's body.
Said it came from that village.
I thought I'd do a little recon.
Alone? By yourself?
Are you wanting to get yourself killed?
Seriously?
Why is it when Leroy Jethro Gibbs
wants to charge in with guns blazing,
it's heroic,
but when I want to do it, I have a death wish?
I don't talk like I want to die.
So pick one!
You can't have it both ways, Gibbs.
What am I picking?
You can't tell me I'm a fighter
and that fighters never quit,
and then try to ground me when you don't like my plan.
I can if I want you to be around.
At NCIS or on the planet?
Both!
Jack, every truck out there looks the same.
You go charging into the wrong village
with your ass all on fire,
we will never see these girls again.
Do you have a better idea?
We call Vance.
We see where he is on the satellite recon.
If he's nowhere, then we go check out
the village -ourselves. -Fine.
But...
we do that together.
We need to hurry.
I just spoke to Vance.
He just spoke to Gibbs and Sloane.
-What's up? -Well, it sounds like
they're about to do something very...
Gibbsian and Sloansian.
Okay. So what can we do?
Get intel on whatever they're about to walk into.
All right. Albatross's laptop.
Did you find out who he sent that bus route to?
I didn't have any better luck tracing his e-mail than the NSA.
That's assuming he was really the one who sent the e-mail.
Well, Baby Yoda's mom
seems to think that Albatross was being set up.
Setup or not, someone kidnapped those girls.
What about focusing on the murder case?
Shake something loose.
We still don't have motive, let alone a solid lead.
Did someone order solid?
'Cause I have got some solid gold.
My computers are back up-- thank you, Secret Agent Palmer.
And I managed to ID the prints
on the murder ketchup.
And?
And our murderer is...
You're about as good at getting away with murder
as you were at hacking.
And we know where hacking got you.
I try to help you guys and this is the thanks I get?
Yeah, this is why people hate you.
Nobody hates me. Does anyone hate you, Nick?
Oh, well, I mean,
I did go undercover for, like, ten years,
so yeah, maybe.
Okay, this isn't funny.
No. You're right.
Nothing about this is funny, actually.
Your prints on the murder weapon...
Not funny.
The bottle of poison
that we found in your trash...
Not funny.
You're done.
We know that you killed your ex-partner.
And the jury's gonna know it, too.
We just want to know why.
Because he was a sellout.
You know, he was supposed to be our hero.
Fighting the good fight
when things got a little too hot for the rest of us.
You were right.
Hacktivists live by a code,
and it does not include selling information to terrorists.
Albie started working for the mob,
dealers,
anyone who would pay.
So you killed him.
No, I-- It was an accident, okay?
That-that was just supposed to send him to the hospital,
give me time to access his system
while I unhashed that e-mail he sent.
What?
You're the one that set him up.
You unhashed that encryption
so that NSA would flag his e-mail.
I... I wanted people to see what he'd become.
I-I didn't want to kill anybody.
I mean, who eats that much ketchup in a week?
And what about the girls?
Did you even think about them?
I got his e-mail flagged!
It's not my fault you idiots couldn't track the thing
-to the other side. -Hey.
You want to help us, tell us everything you know
about the kidnappers.
I don't know anything you don't.
Except maybe who gave Albie that bus route in the first place.
That we know.
It was Darya, the woman in charge of the NGO.
Who?
No, it wasn't a woman.
Then who was it?
Agent Gibbs, any news?
Beat it.
Is there a problem?
-Where are the girls? -Excuse me?
Darya isn't the one who sold them out.
You are. She changed
the bus route at the last minute.
Didn't tell anyone...
...except you.
And then
you told him.
This is absurd.
I'm gonna ask you one more time where the girls are.
And then I'm gonna leave you alone with her.
You are an American federal agent.
You won't hurt me.
Me?
I'm going to Costa Rica, baby.
And you killed my friend.
Darya was like a cancer!
Moroor Amen was only supposed to supply food and shelter.
Darya wanted to destroy our entire way of life.
She wanted these girls to learn English. Math.
It was not right.
You sold those girls into slavery
so they couldn't learn math?
That was not supposed to happen.
They were supposed to be married off
to good husbands, not sold.
But it is a holy war. It is what it is.
Wait. Where are you going?
She can take it from here.
She is a crazy woman! She will kill me!
It is what it is.
What? No!
Unless you tell us where those girls are being held.
Hey!
Building secure!
It's okay.
Hey.
Come on.
Okay, that feels good.
Yeah.
Sir. Ma'am.
Since the CO had to, uh,
creatively interpret a few rules to okay this mission,
we need to return to base ASAP.
Please thank your CO for us. And thank you.
That's all the thanks I need.
Besides, when the director of NCIS makes a direct call...
Can always count on a Marine. Oorah.
Can we give you two a lift back to base?
Uh... gonna need a minute.
So?
Jack?
I think you probably already know.
You were never going to Costa Rica.
And you know I'm not going back with you, either.
Moroor Amen, uh, they're down a leader.
The town's still vulnerable to Taliban attacks.
And, hey, I did say I needed a change...
Not exactly the beach.
But there is sun. Sand.
Lots of sand.
Yeah.
I have loved my time at NCIS.
Been a really good path.
But, um...
you don't need me anymore.
I'm not sure about that.
Come on.
I don't belong behind a desk.
I never did.
And you're right. I was running.
But I don't want to do that anymore.
I think I can make a difference here.
I want to make a difference here.
And I know you understand that.
I'll call everybody, when I'm ready.
And as for you...
If you ever want to visit...
Bye, Jack.
Bye, Gibbs.