And Bonnie here is a bromeliad.
Please don't ask me to spell that.
And so she needs to be kept moist,
but not soggy.
Also...
she likes to be whispered to.
Full disclosure.
I probably won't do that last part.
I appreciate your honesty.
And your excellent note-taking.
Don't sound so surprised, Mr. Harding.
I am surprised, Libby.
Why? Because I'm young
and people my age are usually cynical?
No. Because you agreed to apartment sit
and people my age don't usually pay well.
Picking ten albums from your record collection
does seem fair to me.
Just not the Manilow, okay?
Okay. Boomer.
I guess I asked for that one.
Okay, so we still have to go over the living room plants.
Wait.
You didn't say your vacation was someplace warm.
My price just went up. Jealousy tax.
What? I always wear that shirt whenever I visit...
...Idaho.
12 albums.
Or your plants can slowly die
along with the rest of the planet.
I'll let you think about it.
Be back later.
Oh, Libby.
Hello?
How did you get this number?
Don't try to find me.
Libby?
Is that you?
You know, this is the third time
Kasie has sent us out for a supply run.
Yeah. She either needs to stop throwing parties
or we need to stop agreeing to be her gophers.
First it was Ducky's birthday, then it was Susan in HR
with a housewarming. And then...
now it's a-it's a retirement party
for a guy I don't even like.
Oh, come on, everybody likes the professor.
Not everybody.
He was my favorite instructor at FLETC.
Kind of a cross between Robin Williams from Dead Poets Society
and, uh, the professor on Gilligan's Island.
What? No way.
More like the dude from Whiplash.
If the professor were a pathological hard-ass,
why would federal agents from around the world
come to his party?
I don't know. Maybe you should ask them.
Can we help you?
Yes.
Where do you keep your extra staples?
Hey. I don't.
I've got them in my upper right drawer, Agent Boone.
Thanks, Jess. Sorry about the invasion
of privacy, but we were given direct orders.
Uh, by General Hines?
Yes. We got here a day early for the retirement party, and
Kasie put us on decorating duty.
Well, she's hard to say no to. Yeah, tell us about it.
Hey, look, it's the least we can do for the professor--
after all, his classes
on threat response have saved me more than once.
Hey, he was the one who suggested I switch
from D.C. Homicide to NCIS. The man changed my life.
You're not the only one.
Yeah, that's for sure.
Listen to this. Over the last 30 years,
the professor has taught
47,410 federal trainees
and recertified 60,902 active personnel.
That's, uh, wildly specific, McGee.
Kasie asked me to crunch the numbers.
She's giving a toast later, and she knows
the professor can be a real stickler for details.
He always used to say, "You can't spell details without..."
"Dotting the I's and crossing the T's."
Well, FLETC will, uh, miss his mantras.
I never thought the cockroach would actually retire.
The cockroach? Mm-hmm.
See? I'm not the only one who hates the guy.
No, that was his nickname at the FBI. We loved him.
Well, whatever you called him, we, uh...
we had lunch last week, and he, uh,
definitely seems happy to be hanging up his spurs.
Wow, happy? Like Gibbs is in Alaska?
Speaking of-- he probably knew the professor.
Any chance of Gibbs showing up to the party?
I doubt it.
Although, you know what? The professor
did mention that Gibbs and him went
on a few fishing trips back in the day.
So you're saying there's a chance?
No, there's not.
Because the party's off.
I'm... I'm very sorry
to have to report Professor Dale Harding
was found dead this morning in his apartment.
What happened, Director?
The initial report suggests that he died by suicide.
Suicide? That-that... that can't be right.
No, it can't.
Then I guess we got work to do.
Well, this is awkward.
But I think you all forgot something.
Like what?
It was a joke. I thought
you were gonna take the next elevator.
You're obviously welcome to any of our crime scenes.
Your crime scenes? Interesting.
She's special agent in charge of the entire Pacific Rim, Nick.
I'd choose your next words very carefully.
No words is also a choice.
Very true. Amen.
All right, all I'm saying is that
this is not the Pacific, this is D.C., and, uh,
we do things a certain way here.
Mm.
Does that way include moving the body
before you process the scene?
Oh. Hi, guys.
Uh, Jimmy, what are you doing?
Yeah. Who authorized you to release the body?
We did.
Agents Callen and Hanna.
Agent Tennant.
McGee! Oh, it's been a while.
Yeah. What the hell are you guys doing here?
I guess it hasn't been long enough.
Still using the old DSLRs, huh?
Standard-issue equipment. Unlike, uh, color-dye gloves.
Well, you know, they work the same as yours.
Well, until the dye rubs off
and contaminates the evidence.
Look, we're not trying to step on anyone's toes coming here.
We were in D.C. for the professor's party.
We heard the bad news when we landed.
We had to find out if it was true.
And was it?
We never got to see the body.
It was true.
And it was not pretty.
Single gunshot under the chin.
Fresh GSR, consistent blood spatter.
It was suicide.
I had lunch with the professor a few days ago,
and he seemed fine.
Talking big about retirement plans.
Like a trip to Cabo.
He had a ticket to leave at the end of the week.
Yeah, suicide doesn't make sense.
Not for the cockroach.
Your class called him that, too?
Out of respect.
You and Parker have high opinions of primitive insects.
They're survivors. And so was Dale Harding.
The man taught incident preparedness
and threat response, and one of his many mantras was "Adapt
and overcome."
Well, I guess he forgot his mantra.
He didn't forget.
He had to have had a good reason.
That means we're missing something.
Yeah, like a cell phone.
Someone call The Guinness Book of Records.
I think we have the most senior
field agents at a crime scene.
Yeah, I heard the NCIS Great Lakes office is
on their way, too.
I'm kidding.
You, uh, said something about a cell phone?
Yes. We were talking to the next door neighbor Libby.
And she said she heard the gunshot
at 7:40 a.m.
Said she knocked, but no answer.
Building manager unlocked the door ten minutes later
and they found the body. Libby know the professor?
Yeah. She was with him moments before the gunshot.
Said he was alone and cheerful
when he got a call on his cell phone.
Except I didn't see a cell phone here.
Anyone else?
Then where the hell is it?
I might have an answer. According to the access log,
this computer was last used at 7:45 a.m.
That's five minutes after the gunshot.
Five minutes before the body was found.
Yeah, means someone else was in this apartment.
Are you sure it was a suicide?
Because, rule number three: always double-check.
I did double-check, and you don't have
to quote Gibbs' rules to me.
He and I go way back.
Look, if there was somebody else in that apartment,
maybe they pulled the trigger.
Well, the evidence says suicide.
Well, that is until Jimmy says otherwise.
You want to bet?
No rules against that.
Actually, there is.
Number 15. 15? We're not dating.
No, 15 is about lawyers. Oh.
Okay, never mind. Look, the point is that even if
the professor took his own life... Which he did.
...he could have been coerced.
I'm guessing that has to do with his last call.
Phone records show a blocked number at 7:38 a.m.
And two minutes later the professor shot himself. Exactly.
We need to find out what was said on that call.
And who said it. Well, that might be a problem.
The blocked number was bounced through a signal relay
and the professor's missing cell has been turned off.
No back trace, no GPS.
It's okay. We will adapt and overcome,
just like the professor used to say.
I think we owe that to him.
I think that is something that we can all agree on.
Yeah, the man tried to kick me out of FLETC, but...
...he does deserve justice.
Oh, hey, Tim. Hey, Jimmy.
You alone?
Yeah. Why, what's wrong?
Ah, nothing, aside from the fact that you're alone.
There are so many fresh faces in the building,
I was kind of hoping that one of 'em might want to stop by.
Or you could talk to my face since it's already here.
And it is a lovely face, Tim, but it can't invite me
to Hawai'i or Los Angeles.
I've never been to either NCIS office.
Yeah, me, neither. Least not since OSP moved
into that old Mexican restaurant.
I thought it was a Spanish mission.
I don't know.
What's with the towel?
Oh, right. This is a courtesy
to those of you who knew Dale Harding.
When fired into a skull, a small-caliber bullet
has a tendency to ricochet around,
shattering the facial bones. It's not a good look.
You confirmed it was a suicide?
Agent Callen was right. This man took his own life.
Question is why.
That's not the only question.
I mean, aside from the obvious gunshot to the head,
take a look at the rest of his body.
Some old bullet wounds.
Yeah, and burns and cuts.
Based on the tissue buildup, I'd say that these are all
decades old.
Before he taught at FLETC?
He always talked about his time in the Marines.
As a gunnery sergeant, yes. Yeah, maybe he saw action.
That's what I thought at first, as well.
But according to his service records
and his medical records, Dale Harding was never wounded.
So where'd the scars come from?
Whatever happened in this man's past,
he kept it secret.
I don't know about these cupcakes, Kasie.
Doesn't feel right.
Someone has to eat them.
Otherwise, they go to waste.
Maybe if we just take the toppers off?
No. That wouldn't feel right,
like we were giving up on the professor.
No, he was a noble man
and would not have done something so drastic
unless someone made him do it.
You have proof of that, right? No.
Whoever entered the apartment
and used the professor's computer knew how
to cover their tracks.
Hmm. Well... they knew what they were doing.
Wait a minute.
This computer wasn't just used after he shot himself.
It was also used before.
How long before?
Less than a minute.
It looks like the professor typed something
in a text program.
Maybe it was a suicide note.
Uh, if it was, it was a short one.
The professor's last words were "extra homework"?
That is every student's worst nightmare.
It must mean something, right?
He had to have known we were gonna find it.
I think there's something on here the professor
didn't want us to find.
These are government files.
How can you tell?
Each agency has their own
unique file-naming system.
See how these all have the same DOD suffix?
Department of Defense.
But what's the big deal? I mean,
the professor was a government employee.
They all also have the same prefix:
T.S.S.C.I.
Top secret sensitive compartmented information.
A civilian FLETC instructor
shouldn't have these files on his personal computer.
He shouldn't have them at all.
So how'd he get them?
I have no idea because
the last thing the professor did before he killed himself
was delete these files to hide the evidence.
Well, not exactly the actions...
of a noble man.
Yes. We are looking into it,
I assure you.
Yes, I will. Thank you.
Well, that was the head of cybersecurity at DoD.
Not only did Dale Harding not have clearance for those files,
the Pentagon didn't even know
that the intel was missing from their servers.
So it was stolen?
What was in the files?
DoD claims that's need-to-know.
I agree. We need to know.
Well, right now, they seem more concerned
with why a humble FLETC instructor
hacked their system. Good question.
Yeah, for them and for us.
We don't know what the professor was planning
to do with that intel.
Well, clearly nothing good. He committed treason.
Then shot himself, so maybe he had a change of heart.
Look, I don't want to believe
that the man was a criminal any more than you,
but the evidence is the evidence.
And so we follow the evidence till we find the truth.
Something I expect to happen sooner than later,
considering how many resources
NCIS currently has dedicated to this case.
Multiple senior field agents from multiple field offices.
All being put to good use, Director.
I would certainly hope so.
If the professor stole valuable intel,
I doubt he did it just for kicks.
Or maybe he had a buyer. I don't know.
I've got agents looking
into every corner of Dale Harding's life,
starting with where he was currently stationed.
FLETC's Maryland campus.
You sent NCIS's best and brightest
back to school?
Never too late to learn new things.
This is a Blue Line Metro train. Next stop,
Foggy Bottom-GWU Kennedy Center.
Stand clear of the door, please.
Get the doors open!
Okay.
Who can tell me how to stop a public panic such as this?
You can't.
That's, uh... that's correct.
Which begs the question, in the event of a public threat,
what is our best course of action
as trained federal agents?
Identify the source of the threat.
And neutralize the threat.
Uh, exactly.
Wh-Which is why we determine if the gas is
a chemical attack or...
Chemical attack, or...
...some little skater kid's harmless smoke bomb, huh?
Class is concluded for today. Thanks, folks.
Um, actually, we have three more hours of simulator training.
Yeah, that's not gonna happen.
NCIS.
And this is not a drill.
We need access to Dale Harding's office.
Notice how each agent focuses on a separate quadrant of the room.
Protects evidence and maximizes resources.
It's textbook police work.
Show's over, folks.
Yeah.
So attentive. Maybe we should let 'em watch, huh?
We are worth studying.
Yeah, some of us more than others.
What is this?
Oh, wow. Check it out.
The professor kept a scrapbook of his former students. Hmm.
Uh, promotions, news clippings.
Yeah? Am I in there?
No.
But I am.
Thought you and the professor didn't get along.
Oh, yeah. No, he hated me.
No, the professor didn't hate anybody,
especially not his students.
Then why did he pull me aside during the last week of training
and tell me to quit?
Those were his exact words?
No. His exact words were,
"You are a lone wolf, not a team player."
Was he wrong?
My dad used to say after practice,
"If the coach is yelling, it's a good thing."
Yeah, it means he cares.
It's when the coach stops riding you.
Then you should be worried.
Look at this.
Haven't seen one of these in a minute.
Wow. The guy who hacks the Pentagon
still keeps floppy disks?
Complicated man.
More complicated than we knew.
Either of you ever know the professor to miss a class?
Unfortunately, no.
No, me, neither. But according to this schedule,
a substitute teacher was scheduled
to teach his final class.
Who gets a sub on their last day?
Better question: why?
That evasive maneuvering was
inspired, Agent Tennant.
And, Agent Knight, that pit technique--
it's a beautiful thing.
Never saw it coming.
All right.
Burn that demonstration into your retinas,
my little ducklings.
The road is a battlefield. You want to survive?
Then you have to play offense and defense.
Write it down.
Thanks for the practice, Instructor Ford.
Oh, please, call me Greta.
And my two favorite students can audit my class anytime.
Except we're not really here to drive.
You're here about Dale Harding.
All right, everybody back to the garage for video analysis.
Double time.
Don't make me say it twice! Oh, yes, sir. Yes, ma'am.
I was so sad to hear what happened to the professor.
Ask me, it doesn't make any sense.
Neither does the fact that you subbed his class yesterday.
His last class.
I was just as shocked as anyone.
Dale and I are like oil and water
when it comes to teaching styles.
But he begged me to cover for him at the last second.
What could I do? Did he give a reason?
Sure. Can't say as I blamed him.
Said he wanted
to move up his post-retirement vacation a few days.
His trip to Cabo.
Cabo?
No, he was going to Hawai'i.
Hawai'i?
You sure about that?
My hearing ain't that bad.
Dale said he was meeting an old friend.
I have everything from Dale's FLETC office.
I understand.
Yes. Thank you.
I'm sorry. Who are you?
Agent Sam Hanna.
Los Angeles?
OSP?
Oh, right. The agents that didn't RSVP
for the retirement party but showed up anyway.
That's us. I'm sorry about that. I was...
Office, evidence. Yes, I got it.
What I don't get is why
the professor changed his vacation plans two days ago,
'cause that was the airline I was talking to.
He switched from Cabo to Hawai'i.
Not only that.
He changed his ticket to leave this morning.
His retirement party was supposed to be today, right?
Yes, I know.
What I didn't know is
the guest of honor was planning on missing it.
That is pretty cold.
It's also pretty strange. It's not like him.
Not to mention, there was nothing on his computer
or in his apartment about any old friend in Hawai'i.
Well, he could have made it up.
Just an excuse to skip town with the stolen files.
And do what with them?
Sell them, pad his retirement account.
Until someone caught him here first.
You really think the professor was a crook?
You don't? We don't know
that he's the one that stole those files.
You're a positive thinker. I respect that.
Looks like my positive thinking paid off.
This is a security alert from DoD.
They no longer think Dale Harding was the hacker.
That's good news. Hmm.
No, it's not. Because they have a new suspect.
Weird.
Having trouble, McGee?
Yeah. No, my scan isn't working.
I have no idea why.
We do.
You're under arrest for treason.
Is this some kind of joke?
I can't believe this. You guys are accusing me of treason?
In my own house? It is nothing personal.
Really? Then why aren't we doing this in the conference room?
We didn't know where that was.
You didn't know where this room was.
I had to show you.
And we appreciate your cooperation.
But we still need an explanation for a few things.
Got to say, Director, this feels wrong.
Why is there an outside team in our interrogation room?
Because it's better than the alternative. Which is?
Letting DoD question McGee in their interrogation room.
They traced the server hack back to his credentials.
And they're out for blood.
And you agreed to give it to 'em?
No. I agreed to have Agent McGee questioned by a neutral party.
Neutral? It's two against one in there.
And the one on the right is, like, 300 pounds of muscle.
McGEE: This would appear my login data
was used to create a back door
and launch a blind SQL injection that allowed
top secret files
to be removed undetected.
That's smart.
It's exactly what I would do.
Maybe you did do it.
You don't really believe that.
No.
We don't.
But DoD does.
Help us help you.
Who else has access to your login info?
Nobody. It was obviously stolen.
You expect us to believe
the computer guy lost his password?
Says the car guy who once lost his favorite car.
Charlene, right?
He knows the name of my car.
It's impressive.
Yeah, and Agent Callen, didn't you get
your entire identity stolen last year?
So let's not get too judgy about lost login info.
Point taken.
Thank you.
But we still need an explanation
for how someone got access to your info.
No, I know, especially since I use two-factor
security on my laptop
and a six-digit alphanumeric unlock code on my...
...on my phone.
Everything okay?
No.
I had lunch with the professor a few days ago.
Got up to use the restroom. I left my phone on the table.
Did he have your six-digit code?
No, he didn't need to. I unlocked it
when he asked to see photos of my kids.
He wasn't looking at your photos.
No, he was looking at my login data.
This just keeps getting worse.
Not only did the professor commit treason,
he exploited a former student to do it.
Afraid I got more bad news.
Are you gonna tell me
the professor was actually a Cylon this whole time?
No, but I still haven't found any sign
of a missing cell phone or the person who took it.
There's nothing in this apartment.
Frak!
Yeah, so say we all.
Oh, a fellow Battlestar fan?
Well, I knew I liked you better than Agent Hanna.
He's not a fan of sci-fi?
He's not a fan of subtlety.
I show him one email from DoD
and he storms out of here and arrests McGee,
no questions asked.
I'm pretty sure a lot of questions were asked.
It was an interrogation.
Of a fellow agent?
Look, Agent Hanna was doing his job.
Well, he can do it someplace else,
because Sam Hanna is not allowed
to step foot in this lab ever again.
That's gonna be a problem.
Let me call you back.
Copy.
Agent Hanna.
Are you here to apologize for arresting McGee?
No. Because I didn't.
But if it helps, I never actually thought
McGee was a criminal.
It helps. A little.
Mainly 'cause I am dying
to show someone what I found on the professor's floppy disks.
Other than a copy of the original Doom?
Oh, actually, I prefer O.G. Oregon Trail.
But you are right. All of the files on these disks
are decades old, except
one text file
that was created last week.
Extra homework.
The same words the professor typed before he died.
Which means he wanted us to find this disk.
Yes. It is like The Da Vinci Code.
A clue trail he knew we'd follow in the event of his death.
So what does it mean?
Well, that's the problem.
I have no idea.
Because there's nothing else on this disk.
How about in it?
What do you mean?
Well, back in the days, in homeroom, I had a girl--
she tried hitting on me using a floppy disk.
Heather Richardson.
How did that work? Eh, it didn't.
She wasn't my type. No. I mean,
how did she use floppy disks to hit on you?
Oh, she, uh, pulled them apart and hid love notes inside.
Huh.
Oh...
Heather Richardson is a genius.
That's exactly why she wasn't my type.
Okay.
"The answer is in the files."
Ah. That doesn't make sense.
The professor deleted all the stolen files.
Right. Unless he made a copy.
A copy he hid someplace safe.
Is it just me, or does that fireplace look very familiar?
It's just you.
The famous Gibbs cabin.
I can't believe you guys have his fireplaces memorized.
Hard not to. It's kind of his thing.
Looks like, uh,
nobody's been here in a while.
Mm. Well, the professor knew that Gibbs was gone.
A deserted cabin is a perfect place to hide stolen data.
Yeah, data that the professor wanted us to find.
Well, so maybe he did have good intentions.
Who else knew about this place?
Short list.
You good?
I thought I, uh...
Think Gibbs came back from Alaska and doesn't know it's us?
If it was Gibbs shooting at us, we'd be dead right now.
You think we hit him?
I don't know about you, but I did.
Yeah, we got blood.
Think you hit him.
Think we both did.
I count at least three hits, with one to the chest.
He should be dead.
Why isn't he?
Because of this.
His phone saved his life.
Well, not for long.
He's wounded and he's on foot.
Well, he's not on foot anymore.
I'm gonna need roadblocks in every direction
in and out of Brossard County.
Suspect is wounded, armed and likely on a motorcycle.
Appreciate that, Sheriff. Thanks.
Knight and Tennant are leading the search?
Yeah. Agent, uh, Boone is on his way
to coordinate with county police now,
but so far, nothing.
And the professor's hidden files?
Well, Torres searched the cabin.
Looks like our mystery shooter beat us to 'em.
So, where you, uh, where you headed?
Malibu. Kasie got a hit on bank records.
Turns out the, uh, professor was receiving
anonymous wire transfers
from a Western Union along the PCH.
Payment for the stolen files?
Well, that's what Sam and I are gonna try and find out.
I'll keep you updated. Same here.
Yup. Right.
Did... did Agent Callen tell you about the wire transfers?
Yeah. You ran up here for nothing.
I didn't run for that. I ran for this.
Our mystery shooter's cell phone.
He's the one that left it behind, but it's not his.
I was able to access the SSD memory.
Well, who does it belong to?
The professor.
It's the phone that was stolen from the crime scene.
Our mystery shooter was the one who was at the apartment.
And we might have a name. Turns out
the professor used an app to record
all his calls, including his last one.
I'm trying to repair the damaged
audio file, but it sounds like
the caller identifies himself.
Hello, Professor.
This is Simon Williams.
Wait a second. Did he say Simon Williams?
I think so. I haven't run the name through the system yet.
There's no need to.
He's on our wall.
Hello, Professor.
This is Simon Williams. You remember.
How did you get this number?
You stole those files
to keep them from me.
But I have ways of getting them from you.
Don't try to find me.
Too late.
We know what happens next.
Simon showed up to make good on his threat.
And rather than risk being taken alive,
the professor deleted those files,
took his own life.
So what was in those files that was worth dying for?
DoD still won't say.
Sounds to me like they're keeping secrets.
Yeah, secrets the professor was trying
to protect from Simon Williams.
Didn't work.
There's a reason he's on our Most Wanted wall.
Simon Williams is on everyone's wall.
He's a rogue operative wanted for everything
from espionage to murder for hire.
Committing crimes all over the world going back 30 years.
I guess career criminals don't have a retirement age.
Why retire? No one's ever come close to catching the guy.
Until now. We wounded him outside of Gibbs' cabin.
Tennant, Knight and Boone
are currently heading the manhunt
with the Brossard County sheriff. Good.
But none of this explains
the professor's involvement in the first place.
What's the connection between a wanted hit man
and a FLETC instructor?
They knew each other.
30 years ago, Simon Williams was a FLETC trainee.
He was a federal agent? Never made it that far.
The professor cut him from the program.
Did the professor give a reason?
He said that Simon showed a lone wolf
mentality and was not a team player.
I guess the professor was right.
These two had history.
Yeah, and if we want to know more,
we need to find those files.
Which means, uh, we need to find our hit man.
Go.
Come on, fellas.
We need to know where you already have roadblocks
and where we still need them.
We are all on the same team here.
Hope things are going better for you.
That bad, huh?
After the initial blood trail went cold,
there's been no sign of Simon Williams.
It's like he disappeared.
Any leads from county police? No.
They're claiming jurisdiction and keeping us in the dark.
Apparently, they do things a certain way.
Sound familiar?
Yeah, for a couple reasons.
Had a feeling the county wasn't gonna play nice, so, um,
I'm here with Kasie. We're monitoring all their radio
transmissions. Hi, Jess.
Get anything useful yet?
Ah, it's mostly idle chatter and some crosstalk.
A few dirty cop jokes, but nothing original.
Yeah, we'll let you know if we hear
about a wounded hit man on a motorcycle.
Wait. Hold up.
What? You got something, Kase?
Uh, yeah, but it's not a motorcycle.
County sheriff just did a roll call
and one squad car failed to check in.
Which one?
Unit 117.
Hey, I need a location on Unit 117.
Guys, 117.
Anybody have eyes on Unit 117?
117.
Uh, that's a negative.
You hear that? Sounds like we have a missing squad car.
McGEE: Yeah, Kase is already doing her thing.
Pulling up the GPS locator on Unit 117.
I have a bad feeling whoever was
in that squad car is already dead.
Yeah, and now Simon Williams is
on four wheels instead of two.
I think you're both right.
The squad car is already 40 miles away
on a stretch of farmland outside of Madison.
And it's not moving.
So, Simon had time
to dump the car and escape.
Are we too late?
One way to find out.
Got eyes on our missing squad car.
Yeah, no sign of movement.
Move in. Carefully.
Roger that.
Found fresh blood here.
And a fresh body.
Simon was here.
Looks like he tried to stop the bleeding.
And it looks like it didn't work.
Federal agents. Don't move.
It's over, Simon.
McGee, this is not the guy on our wall.
Who are you?
I'm... Simon...
Williams.
Yeah? Then who the hell is this?
That's...
Simon Williams.
We're all Simon Williams.
No, no, no, no, no.
He's gone.
My best guess-- this man is at least
30 years too young to be the real Simon Williams.
So who is he?
I have no idea. Facial recognition
came back negative, as did DNA.
And fingerprints? He doesn't have any.
They've been burned off using acid.
So, this may not be Simon Williams,
but he sure did act like a wanted hitman.
Maybe a copycat? Or an employee.
One of many, it seems.
"We're all Simon Williams."
This isn't over.
You know, it's been a really long day.
It's getting late. Maybe we should all take a break,
you know? Start fresh in the morning.
No, we're good.
And Jesse and I have to catch a late flight out tonight.
Okay, well, then, when was the last time
either of you had something to eat?
Hmm. He does make a good point there.
All right. I could go for something before the flight.
Do you know where I can get blueberry pancakes?
As a matter of fact, I do.
Let's just finish up our work here, we'll meet up later.
I'll text Torres. We can make it a double date.
Or you know what? We can actually
just make it a professional meal amongst colleagues.
Right. I'm not asking for the world.
I just want to look at the FBI's file on Simon Williams.
Because he's a bad guy
and we're all on the same team, right?
Sweeney. He still hates me.
What? Didn't you save his ass a few months ago?
I think that made it worse.
Yeah, yeah, I'm still here.
That-that's all we need.
Well, hey, no, I got no problem with calling us even.
Okay, good.
Yeah, give Doreen my best.
Hmm. That sounds like good news.
He agreed to send the file.
Redacted, but, uh, I'll take what I can get.
What about you? You got something?
Yeah, I mean, not-so-good news.
Kasie processed, uh, the contents
of our dead guy's, uh, burn bucket.
And, uh, well, he destroyed everything
that would help us identify him.
His wallet, uh, SIM card,
a USB thumb drive.
The files that were stashed at Gibbs' cabin.
Yeah, she tried to recover the data, but it's gone.
Yeah, along with the real Simon Williams.
Yup. Dead end.
Did you come all the way over here just to tell me that?
What's on your mind, Nick?
The professor, man.
He told me to quit FLETC, just like he did Simon Williams.
He give a reason?
The same one he gave Simon.
The professor saw the same thing in both of us.
Nick, you and Simon Williams are nothing alike.
I'm not so sure.
He went to work for himself.
You would never do that, right?
Right.
Sweeney sent the file.
Well, that was fast.
Yeah.
The FBI is already tracking
one of Simon Williams' known associates.
In D.C.?
No.
Hawai'i.
That's where the professor was headed.
Hey, sorry I'm late.
Is Jimmy and Tennant inside already?
No, which is odd.
What do you mean? Well, I saw them both
leave NCIS before I did,
so they should be here by now,
but neither one is answering my text.
What the hell?
Isn't that Jimmy's dad-mobile?
Uh... should I call him again?
Yeah, for sure.
It's Jimmy's ringtone for me.
Right here.
I'm calling Tennant.
Hey, Knight.
She ain't gonna answer.
Nick?
I know.
Take it easy, Agent Tennant...
...or somebody might get hurt.
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