Previously on NCIS
I have no choice but to suspend you.
Indefinitely.
You look like real people.
I'm Marcie, by the way.
-I don't like being ambushed.
I come bearing gifts. A peace offering.
-Why? -What I am most proud of
is my investigative work,
which is about exposing the truth.
And I know you know something about the truth.
And I want to be the one to write about it.
What a surprise. What are you doing here?
I could ask you the same question.
I'm working on a thing and I would really appreciate
your opinion.
Hoping you'll give it a read.
I swear! I'll do it!
No, you won't, Toby.
You're gonna be cool.
No one is getting hurt today, okay?
Then tell your men outside -to leave! -Toby.
I can't do that.
Do I look like the boss?
-Have you seen my paycheck? -I'm serious!
It's been 47 and a half minutes. I say we bust in there already.
-Of course you'd say that. -Cut the chatter. We don't
move in till we hear from Knight.
Look, Toby, Toby.
We've been at this for almost an hour.
I'm tired, you're tired.
I know poor Tina is tired, aren't you, babe?
-Uh-huh.
So why don't you just -put the gun down? Why?
So you can trick me with your government lies?!
Can I at least get Tina some water?
Hell, I could use some water. I... Is that okay?
Yeah?
You do the grocery shopping, Tina?
Uh-huh.
Does he know?
Know what? What are you two talking about?
Because if it's good news...
now might be the time to tell him.
I was gonna tell him tonight...
Tell me what?!
Toby!
She's pregnant.
You mean to tell me that I'm gonna be a dad?
Get her out of here!
Target secure. Sending out the hostage.
Coming in from the back!
-Go. -Toby didn't mean nothing.
Don't hurt him!
-Damn. -I know.
Hey, Jimmy. How you holding up?
You dread days like this.
You know, when it's some of your own.
So far they've recovered the bodies of Agents Vargas and Ono.
And, of course, the-the suspect.
Still looking for Agents Knight and, uh, Madden.
Any chance...?
Bishop, based on the condition of these bodies, I...
No one could have survived that.
Damn it, grab your gear and go in
through the crawl space if you have to.
I want the rest of my agents found. Go, go.
Excuse us, Special Agent Dalton.
Yeah? Agents McGee and Torres.
Oh, uh, Gibbs's boys, right?
Yeah, we're-we're sorry for your loss here.
-Thank you. -Mind if we ask
how all this started?
NCIS was called to serve a warrant.
The guy-- suspect was considered high-risk,
so the job was assigned to my REACT team.
We entered the house, but the guy took a hostage.
Per protocol, we pulled back
and one agent stayed inside.
Your negotiator.
-Agent Knight. -Yeah.
She took a risk in there and it worked.
The, uh, hostage was freed and the suspect surrendered.
So what went wrong?
That's what you need to find out.
Excuse me. Hey!
Hey, can I get some more guys in here?
-Did you guys know the agents? I saw Madden
and Vargas a-around a few times.
Say "hi" to in the break room.
You?
Yeah, same. What about you, Bishop?
I didn't know any of them.
Feel kind of badly about that now.
Uniform blast radius.
Definitely a lone device.
But how did it go off?
Well, no signs of the detonator.
It must have been destroyed in the blast.
Like everything else in this place.
Gonna take forever to process.
Do you hear that?
What is that?
That's Morse code.
It's SOS.
Uh, guys, there's someone in here!
It's Agent Knight.
She's alive.
-All right, let's get the paramedics in here now!
Uh, yeah. I understand, sir.
Yeah, thank you for keeping us posted.
-Any update on Agent Knight? -Yeah.
Uh, Vance said she suffered a severe concussion.
But they expect her to make a full recovery.
-Well, that's a miracle. Yeah.
Whatever it is, I'll take it.
She say anything about what happened?
No, not yet. And doctors are still running tests.
So we don't know how the bomb went off.
And we can't talk to the only person who can tell us.
Well, let's start with what we do know.
Petty Officer Second Class Toby Withers.
Wanted for stealing weapons from Naval Station Norfolk.
REACT agents went to serve the arrest warrant,
and Withers took a hostage.
But the hostage was released and Withers surrendered.
Until 90 seconds later when the bomb went boom.
Question is why.
Sure, this guy was facing prison time.
Yeah, but enough to blow himself to kingdom come?
Unless it wasn't about him. When I was working undercover,
I saw this guy selling bootleg DVDs.
Then he jumped off a ten-story building.
It made absolutely no sense.
But then we found heroin
in the DVD cases.
You think our bomber might be up to something bigger
than stolen weapons.
Yeah, we need to get the case notes and speak
to the agent in charge.
Dalton. The guy barking orders, uh,
at the crime scene.
Reminds me of someone.
Hello?
Hey! I'm down here.
Oh. Thanks for agreeing to sit-- Whoa.
That's a boat.
You have a boat in your basement?
Where else am I gonna put it?
You wanted to meet?
Yeah. Um...
Oh, first, um,
I read about the fallen NCIS agents.
And I-I wanted to offer my sincere condolences.
Thanks.
Sure.
I also, um, wanted to check on
the file that I...
...that, um, I gave you.
-Did you read it? -Yeah.
Well, what did you think?
Feel free to use words.
This was a murder case that happened about a year ago.
Any thoughts about that?
I mean, you are a detective.
Suspended, but...
Police got the guy.
-What? -They got the guy.
No. I think they got the wrong guy.
Did you not-- did you...
Did you not see this photograph?
This is the guy they think did it.
Except this guy was in Arlington
when the murder was in Westlawn, four miles away.
-Four and a half. -Okay.
So how could this guy
travel four and a half miles in 20 minutes, on foot,
with 1.5 milligrams of methamphetamine in his system?
It's not my case.
It could be.
The cops have put this thing to bed and moved on.
So that means the killer is still out there.
I want you to help me find him.
Why?
Well, I thought we established that truth and justice,
uh, are how you roll.
We're not talking about me.
Oh. Okay.
I knew the murder victim. Hannah.
She was, she was my childhood best friend.
We lived four houses away from each other.
So, if you're wondering if this is personal for me, it is.
But I know
that there is more to this case.
And I'm pretty sure you do, too.
Thanks for coming up here.
It's the last place on the Navy Yard where I can smoke.
Well, thanks for taking the time.
Of course. You know,
I'm going over and over it again in my head,
trying to figure out how this happened to my team.
Did you talk to Knight yet?
They're not allowing visitors right now.
They wouldn't let me see her, either.
I recruited her, you know.
Straight out of FLETC.
Promised her the job would never get boring.
What can you tell us about Petty Officer Withers?
Real piece of work.
The guy was bragging to his bunkmates
about stealing weapons for some backwoods militia group.
-Aka white supremacists. -Bingo.
They encourage their members to enlist
in order to gain tactical skills and experience.
And stealing weapons.
His CO confronted Withers, he went totally off grid.
Took us three weeks to find him.
-How did you find him? -Got a tip
on the NCIS hotline saying he was shacked up
with an old girlfriend.
Does this tip have a, have a name?
Anonymous.
But agents surveilled the house
and verified it was legit.
Was there anything to suggest that Withers or his group
were maybe into something else?
Yeah, like, something bigger than guns?
Meaning did we know he was gonna set off a damn bomb?
Of course we didn't.
'Cause if we did, I never would've sent Knight,
or any of my agents, into that house.
Hey, Kase, I got your text. Why are we meeting down here?
Bomb parts.
Uh, wouldn't that be in your lab?
If only wishing made it so.
This is our bomber, Petty Officer Withers.
And these are the bomb parts melted to his flesh.
Oof. Uh, okay.
What happened? Was he wearing the bomb when it went off?
Mm, uh, no.
If that were the case, his body would be in tiny pieces.
Instead of tiny pieces being in his body.
See, what happened was the bomb went off
and sent white-hot bomb parts flying
across the room and when they hit his body,
they instantly fused with his dermis and his spine.
So, how does it help our case?
Well, it can help and hurt.
Upon closer inspection--
mostly done by Jimmy--
I noticed the bomb parts -were made by a 3 -D printer.
Clever.
Ah, too clever.
We're talking -about 3 -D printers
on sale at Best Buy for $99.
Anybody can make these parts.
Mm, guessing that's the "hurt" part.
Yeah. There's no way to track who made it.
How was it detonated?
That's the part that can help.
This is what's left of a long-range RFID receiver.
This bomb was detonated by a cell phone app.
There is an app for everything.
Hello?
Where's Agent Knight?
I don't know. They said she was here.
Agent Knight?
Need a little private time. Come back later.
Oh, okay, uh, we'll just wait in the hall.
Wait.
NCIS?
Uh, yeah, Agents Bishop and Torres.
Is everything all right?
Thank God.
I thought you were the nurse.
Have you been cleared to go home?
Not going home. I'm going to NCIS.
My team is dead and I need to know why.
That's actually why we're here.
We have a few questions about what happened.
Cool. We can talk in the car.
Kind of in the middle of a prison break here.
H-- uh...
Nurse Janeway.
This is not what you think.
Mm-hmm.
This time.
Get back in bed.
Don't make me say it twice.
And you two are on my list now.
Great.
The doctor said you have five minutes.
That's it.
Well, Agents Bishop, Torres,
looks like we're talking in here.
We think we know how the explosive was detonated.
Well, that was quick.
Well, we need your confirmation. We think Petty Officer Withers
used a cell phone app.
Did you see him using a phone or...
Wait. You think Toby set it off?
Is that a problem?
For a couple of reasons.
First of all, Toby hated cell phones.
He kept going on about how the government
uses them to brainwash people.
And second, he was handcuffed by three REACT agents
when the bomb detonated.
Are you sure about that?
Look, I know I hit my head
and things are still a little fuzzy.
But I know what I saw.
Toby didn't set off a damn thing.
Well, if he didn't detonate that bomb, who did?
I was hoping you'd tell me.
So, Toby didn't detonate the bomb?
Not according to Knight.
She said he didn't have a phone or the opportunity to use one.
I don't understand. Was someone else in the house?
No, which is why Knight thinks it was triggered remotely.
So if Toby wasn't the bomber...
-He was the target. -So we're thinking the killer called the tip line
to have REACT do the dirty work.
But when they found out Toby was being taken alive,
they went to plan B.
Remote trigger, the place goes up.
Whoever wanted Toby dead wanted it bad.
Lot of work for one guy.
Hey.
Hi.
How's it going?
Mm...
Give me the rundown.
Oh, I got cleared to leave the hospital.
I swear.
Can I use that desk?
Ooh... Uh...
Sorry, Agent Knight?
Uh, just call me Jessica.
Or Jess. Or Knight. Or whatever you want.
Okay, I-I think there's been a mistake here.
Oof. You ever get that thing where your sock
is all weird inside of your shoe?
I got dressedso quick
-at the hospital. -I just spoke with the director.
He said that you were taking time off.
See, that's what he told me to do.
That's not what I'm doing.
Oh, come on.
If any one of you lost any one of you,
would you just go home and cry on your couch?
I'm actually pretty good at this.
And you have a spare desk here.
Oh, yeah, so this is not a spare.
This is, um...
It's complicated.
Yeah, we appreciate the offer,
but we really need to talk to Director Vance first.
Uh,
that bat, that's not for people.
Uh, mm-mm.
It's complicated.
Okay.
Give me 72 hours.
If I don't help you produce results,
I'll go cry on my couch.
Tell you what, I'll give you 24 hours, but that's it.
72 hours, the use of this desk and all your resources.
24 hours,
resources, no desk.
48, resources, desk.
48, resources, no desk.
Done.
Be right down, Kase.
I will go with you,
being how I have nowhere to sit.
Uh, hey, the bat?
Oh.
Oh. Oh, that's Gibbs's desk
Mm.
I'm so sorry.
It's all good.
50 bucks says she wasn't cleared to leave the hospital.
Hey, Kase. You know Agent Knight here.
Jess. Oh, thank God you're okay.
And I am so sorry for your loss.
Thanks, Kase.
Knight is going to be joining us
on our investigation.
Of course she is. What else would she do?
Go home and cry on her couch?
Yeah, uh, what-what do we got here?
Well, I'm trying to figure out the cell app
that set off the bomb.
Using the REACT gear?
Yep. REACT is part of a pilot program.
They're testing a line of body armor.
Using LED lights,
-an X-2 -R solar charger,
CO2 detectors. Nice.
And a built-in receiver that detects
nearby radio frequencies.
-Any chance it can tell us what cellular signals
were in the room when the bomb went off?
It could, if the data wasn't encoded
in a propriety software
only accessible by the manufacturer.
Kessler Gear Systems?
Talk to them, get the tech manual for the device,
maybe that'll get us somewhere.
Nice. Thanks, Kase.
Knight, you coming?
I only have 48 hours.
Reading manuals isn't my thing.
Making new friends, huh?
Old one.
-MPD, retired. -Hmm.
He brought you a present?
So did you.
Well, I thought you might be missing it.
The bat, that is.
What?
You tell me, Bishop.
You called for a meet.
What's on your mind?
Um...
you heard about the REACT team.
-Mm-hmm. -So what do you think?
-I'm trying not to. -You know, Agent Knight,
she, uh, she lost everyone, her whole team.
Just like that, gone.
Makes you think,
was it worth it?
Think you'd have to ask her.
No, Gibbs, I'm...
I'm asking you.
Was it worth it?
Doing what you did,
getting suspended, was...
was it worth it?
Some things, Bishop, they have a cost.
You still got to get it done.
Was it worth losing... us?
I don't know.
I got to tell you, Mr. Kessler, when your company
offered to send someone over to decode the smart armor,
I was expecting one of your techies, not the CEO.
I'm still a techie at heart, Agent McGee.
I started Kessler Gear Systems on a workbench in my basement.
It's my baby.
Plus, I owe NCIS a lot.
-Because of the pilot program? -Thanks to feedback
from REACT, we're about to close a government contract
on a whole new line of armor.
Congrats.
And you're welcome.
He, don't worry. Part of the deal is making sure
that, from here on out, we provide NCIS
with as much gear and tech support as they need.
Nice.
It looks like the data packet is intact.
Yep. Our body armor only picked up one RFID signal
at the time of the explosion.
Oh. Really? One, that's it?
What else do you need?
Well, it's not like you can tell me the device ID
of the phone that sent the signal.
-Want to bet? -Wait, seriously?
Well, this is fantastic. Now we can now ping the phone
to get the location.
That's it?
According to McGee's ping,
the phone that set off the bomb is inside that RV.
I'm only getting heat signatures from a microwave
and mini-fridge.
No explosive devices.
What about people?
Only one. Asleep on the couch.
Yeah, well, backup should be here soon.
It's funny.
Huh?
Well, I just thought that two trained agents
against one sleeping RV owner were pretty good odds.
They are.
So.... let's move in.
See? That's why we should never be partners.
-Why not? -Because you can't have two attack dogs.
Someone's got to hold the leash.
But we do have the element of surprise. Mm-hmm.
And if we wait, I mean, he could wake up and run.
-Or worse. -Or worse.
Oh, she's a bad influence.
All right, you take the back, I'll take the front.
Park ranger!
We need you need to move your vehicle!
-Back was all clear. -What about the guy on the couch?
He wasn't sleeping.
Saw him through the window.
Same window I crawled through.
His body was still warm enough to give us a thermal reading.
Can't be dead long.
Yeah, whoever did it was in a hurry.
Hey, did you know this dead guy?
His face doesn't ring a bell.
Why?
Because he knew you.
This guy wasn't trying to blow Toby up.
No.
He was after your whole team.
Petty Officer Withers' murder was a head-fake.
He was never the target.
Somebody planted a bomb, then called in an anonymous tip.
You know what happened next.
My team was the real target all along.
-Who did the aiming? -We know who planted the bomb.
Richie Soren, ex-felon.
Convicted for everything from check forging
to armed robbery. Lovely guy.
We found a closet full of bomb-making materials.
Also a wire transfer for 20 grand.
Do the math.
-He was a gun-for-hire. Hired, then fired.
We're thinking the mad bomber's boss was cleaning up loose ends.
Any idea who that boss might be?
Kasie is, uh, back-tracing the transfer now.
But it's gonna take some time.
I've been racking my brain trying to figure out
who REACT pissed off enough to want us dead.
And?
Long list.
Agent Knight, I'm gonna recommend protective custody.
If the killer's goal was to take out the REACT agents--
I'm not going into hiding.
Agent Knight...
Let's not do this.
I can take care of myself.
And I need to know what happened to my team.
Or...
we can argue about it for the next ten minutes?
Okay.
Just watch your back.
I appreciate you coming to my side of town.
I rent this space from the furniture store downstairs.
But the best part is there is the greatest
little café next door, and it's fantast--
Oh! Oh, no, no, no.
No. Shoes off.
What?
Shoes off! I'm serious.
I'm...
Oh, God.
This board is where, where I keep all
of my information on Hannah's murder.
I wasn't expecting to hear from you so soon
after our conversation in the basement.
On the phone you said
you found something new?
Red duct tape? What does this have to do with...
It was on her mouth, her wrists and her ankles.
She-she was bound?
She was hog-tied.
Sorry.
Where did you get this?
I mean, I-I haven't seen this.
-The police. -It wasn't in their files.
They kept it out.
Probably to throw off the press and...
eliminate copycats.
Um, was this, um...
hog-tying done before...
Beaten to death with a hammer? Oh.
And her body was dumped?
Yeah.
You okay?
Wait a minute.
I've seen this before.
But not about Hannah.
I did an article
quite a while ago
on the rising crime
in the suburbs. I remember
this red duct tape thing from another case.
Make yourself useful.
Ah, here it is!
Here it is. I knew I was right about this tape.
Brian Stafford. Found dead seven months ago
in a small town in upstate New York.
Bound with red duct tape
and bludgeoned to death.
With a hammer? Yep.
Huh.
Would you maybe like a napkin?
Uh...
No.
I'm good.
So... we have my friend, Hannah,
in Virginia.
Brian Stafford from New York.
Both bound in red tape.
And both bludgeoned to death with a hammer.
I don't think this is a coincidence.
No such thing.
What, did you find something else?
Someone else.
Laura Blankenship found
dead in the Outer Banks.
But this doesn't say anything about red tape.
Yeah, but look at the wound pattern.
That's a hammer.
Yeah, would you look at that?
So now there are three.
Unless I'm mistaken, this is starting to look like a...
-Serial killer. -Yeah.
I'm sorry.
I didn't realize. I-I can come back later.
No...
I've had my fill.
Back in the box.
I don't mean to pry.
But, uh...
"the box"?
You know what I do, Jimmy.
I do, yeah. I can't imagine how difficult it must be.
Having so many lives depend on what you say next.
Which is why you need to find a way to manage it.
How do you?
I've walked into hell more times than you can count.
A bomber about to blow up a preschool.
A father threatening to slit his own kid's throat.
And it is my job
to imagine a happy ending and then to make it happen.
And the only way that you can do that is to take
every fear...
every pain and just...
Just put it in the box.
And then when it's over,
only then can you risk...
feeling anything.
I mean, that doesn't sound...
healthy at all.
Sorry, it-it doesn't.
Never said it was healthy.
Just... just necessary.
And to be honest, I think that's
why I'm still alive and they're not.
What happened in that house?
I-I might not have
a-a knife or...
a bomb, but...
you can talk to me.
I left them.
When Petty Officer Withers surrendered
and my team came in to make the arrest,
I needed to get out of that room fast.
You had to take a breath, right?
And now...
are you thinking you should've died with them?
I left my team.
I know a thing or two about survivor's guilt.
And the question that I've learned to ask?
How would he feel
about you surviving?
Wherever Agent Madden is right now,
I think he'd be thrilled.
He, of all people, knew how short life could be.
Why "of all people"?
His advanced lung disease.
Are you telling me Eddie was sick? Yes.
Based on his current condition,
he had less than a year to live.
He never said anything.
It would appear that you're not
the only one who's good at compartmentalizing.
Think I got a lead.
Just came from Agent Madden's house,
found something pretty interesting in his garage.
Look at this.
Uh, that's REACT's smart armor.
That's not very interesting.
How about now?
A ton of it, stashed at his house.
Okay, so what do you think he was doing with all that gear?
Worth a ton of money.
You think he was doing some kind of side business?
Like maybe selling, uh, stolen equipment on the DL?
No way Eddie was dirty.
It's just a theory.
Well, your theory's wrong.
Equipment's supposed to stay
in the NCIS armory.
And Eddie had authorization to take it out.
He was the gear manager.
I understand...
Eddie was a good cop.
I'd bet my life on it.
In fact, I have, more than once.
After you told me about
all that missing gear, I took the liberty
of tracking Agent Madden's movements in our building,
to see if anything flagged my weirdometer.
And it got flagged.
According to the system logs, uh, Agent Madden swiped
his REACT key card at the NCIS training facility four days ago.
So? He is a gym rat.
-11:00 p.m. at night? -Night owl.
Take a look at the security footage from the gym
at 11:00 p.m.
He ain't there.
Even though his key card said he was.
That's weird.
Try mildly irregular.
Those card readers glitch all the time.
Yeah, you're right.
They glitch. They're glitchers.
So to be sure, I checked the actual data logs
to get secondary confirmation of the swipe,
and according to the data logs,
Madden was someplace else entirely
when he swiped his card.
Where was he?
At the armory.
-Walking out with a quarter-million dollars'
worth of equipment.
Which he then tried to cover up afterwards.
Not a good look.
She took that well.
So if Madden was stealing gear from NCIS,
how did he end up dead?
Maybe he had a falling out with a buyer.
Or a partner.
Sorry about the lab. Won't happen again.
If Madden was dirty, Madden was dirty.
-I'm sorry, what did I miss? -I killed a stapler.
Oh, you know, I've been there.
So what makes you think that he had a partner?
He'd been taking calls on the job.
Personal calls, in the middle of the day.
At first I didn't think anything about it, but now...
Maybe they were calls were to a partner about the stolen gear?
And maybe that partner got tired of going halfsies
and took Madden out.
We got to find this partner.
Yeah, which is why I've been pulling up
GPS history from Madden's car.
So this is from last week.
Damn. He's been all over the place.
-Yeah, Madden stopped at three law offices
and two chemical laboratories.
It's not the kind of people who usually buy stolen body armor.
So what was he doing?
He was trying to figure out why the armor was killing him.
Madden had advanced lung disease.
Turns out it was idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis.
Is that unusual?
Not if you're over 65 and you're a heavy smoker,
or if you happen to work around toxic fumes.
I dove into his medical history. Madden was a health nut.
His only issue was a minor
asthma condition which he managed just fine
up until about a year ago, when it got way worse.
Now, that coincides with...
The gear pilot program,
which started exactly a year ago.
So you're saying the armor made him sick?
I had Kasie run an analysis on the materials.
Turns out the outer materials had high levels of PBDE.
Pretend like I'm not as smart as you.
Sorry, right, uh, it-it's used in flame retardants,
or at least it was, until 2004 when it was banned
because the off-gassing was found to be so highly toxic.
But I wore the armor, too. My entire team did.
So how come Madden was the only one who got sick?
For you and for others, it would take years
of exposure to get sick.
But for someone like Madden,
with a preexisting asthma condition?
Putting this armor on was like a ticking time bomb.
So Madden wasn't stealing those boxes to sell them,
he was gathering evidence.
Which explains why he was visiting labs and law offices.
He was building a case.
Against who?
Mr. Kessler, we appreciate you coming in again,
We just have a, uh, few more questions about your gear.
Of course. Like I said, anything you need.
What do you want to know?
Well, how long have you known that it could make you sick?
Wait a minute, I'm confused.
Really?
Seems pretty clear to me.
Your company manufactured body armor
that contained an illegal toxic chemical.
Cheaper to make.
But if it kills people, so what, right?
-Agent Madden found out about it.
And when he threatened to expose you
on the heels of your big government contract...
You killed him.
Oh, I'm sorry, no, you,
you hired someone to kill him.
And so that no one ever found out about the tainted gear,
you fixed the problem in your new product line.
No more icky stuff.
Is this supposed to intimidate me?
'Cause if you want to see intimidation,
-wait until my lawyers get here. -Well, we'd like to meet them.
We'll show them this.
Am I supposed to know
-what that is? -Well, you should.
It's the wire transfer you paid
to Richie Soren to blow up the house.
You remember him? Ex-con,
lived in an RV?
It took us a little while, but we traced the payment
back to an offshore account owned by you.
See, you're not the only one with cool gadgets.
Okay, yes,
Madden was going to expose me and ruin everything,
but hiring the bomber wasn't my idea.
Then whose idea was it?
Kessler?
He gave you up.
Told us everything.
Well, I suppose if it had to end,
better it be with... with you.
Tell me, when Madden first came to you with his concerns
about the gear, did you even contemplate
going to the higher-ups and doing the right thing?
Or did you just go straight to Kessler and cut a deal?
Keep Madden silent in exchange for a nice, hefty paycheck.
No, Jess... The anonymous tip
that sent us to that house.
That was you, wasn't it?
You sent us there to kill us.
The bomb was only meant for Madden.
It-it was supposed
to go off when he was in the house alone
going through final sweeps.
It w-- it was Soren.
Soren jumped the gun.
I never intended
to hurt you, ever, or the others.
-And that makes it okay? -I figured,
since Madden was dying anyway...
Tom, he was family.
They all were. Are you seriously trying to justify this?
No.
I'm just talking.
Well, the time for that is over.
Yeah.
Let's go.
Come on.
I suppose you're right, Jess.
What are you doing, Tom?
I'm saving you from filling out
a lot of paperwork.
I remember how much you always hated that.
Aren't you gonna try and stop me?
Use your tricks to talk me out of it?
No.
I've already played my trick.
What?
Why do you think I'm on this side of you?
I wanted the sun at your back so you wouldn't see
the agent I have coming up on your right.
And just as Agents Madden, Ono and Vargas
have given their lives in service to our country,
they also serve as a reminder
that wherever this life takes us,
whether here or beyond,
we will forever be brothers and sisters,
bound by the duty and honor
to which we are sworn.
Agent Knight.
McGee, I told you, call me Jessica.
Or Jess. Or Knight or...
Hey, um, listen, I just wanted to,
I wanted to say thank you for your help on the case.
Oh, no, I should be thanking you.
And hey, we did it in under 48 hours.
Well, technically, it was 49 and a half...
Ugh. but who's counting?
You, apparently.
Well,
maybe I'm losing my touch.
May be a good time to take a step back.
You? Slow down?
More like decompress.
Besides, going back to the office now,
I'd feel like Annie.
Or Harry Potter.
How do you mean?
An orphan.
My family's gone.
I'm not sure where I belong right now.
Well, Jess...
...that's the thing about families.
Sometimes they grow.
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