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No.

No way.

Dr. Pershing, hi.

You're not gonna believe this.

I don't know if Ieven believe it,

but maybe you'll believe it, 'cause you did it.

I don't know how you did it, but you did.

I... slept... through the night.

Kind of freaking out a little bit right now.

I... feel...

I don't really know how I feel.

I guess this is what it's like to feel rested,

so I just wanted to say... thank you, thank you, thank you.

Bye. Bye.

*NCIS* Season 17 Episode 05

*NCIS* Episode Title: "Wide Awake"

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Hey, kid.

Kid, hold up.

Lose something?

- What's your name? - Phineas.

Hey, Phineas.

How are you? I'm Jethro Gibbs.

You just move in across the street?

Mm-hmm.

You on your way to school?

Don't be late.

It's for my job.

Yeah, McGee.

I'm really sorry, Jethro Gibbs.

I'll buy you a new window.

Don't worry about it. Yeah, give me an address.

I take it that's not yours.

Corporal Alimonte?

Um, Laney.

Did you touch it?

Nine millimeter with suppressor.

Possible one round expended.

Blood on the barrel.

This is not happening.

I know this is stressful,

but we have a few more questions to ask you.

Well, no sign of a break-in.

Security cameras outside

aren't hooked up to anything.

The apartment manager never got around to 'em, apparently.

All right. Run the serial number.

Got it.

Hey, Laney, we're gonna need your help

- to figure out how that gun got in there. - I don't know about the weapon.

I don't know how it got in my fridge, I don't know anything!

Drugs.

Lots and lots of drugs.

Wow.

Depression, anxiety, insomnia.

Well, you got one for everything.

Who are you talking to?

- You. - You.

Come on, man. Heard you come in.

Uh-huh.

Dude, she's got, like, four prescriptions

just to help her go to sleep.

Bro, I hit the bed, and I'm actually...

Got a hit on the nine millimeter.

It's registered to a Joe Cortez.

Hey.

You know Joe Cortez?

Lives about two miles from here, just up Route 87.

- Bishop, go. Nick.. - Okay.

..go with her.

NCIS!

Anyone home?

Yo, Mr. Cortez!

We have something that belongs to...

Ooh, what was that?

- Birds? - I'm gonna go with crows.

Who has crows for pets? How do you know that?

"Crowtez."

Oh, so he's clearly single.

And home... and ignoring us.

Yo, Cortez?!

- It's actually unlocked. - Good enough for me.

Time's up! Coming in!

Yeah, he's definitely single.

A lot of peanut shells.

Doesn't own a vacuum?

Polly want a cracker?

Ask 'em if they know where their owner is.

I don't have to.

I'm guessing this is Mr. Cortez?

A very dead Mr. Cortez.

Must have been laying here for hours.

Narrow entry wound, small-caliber weapon.

Nine millimeter?

Now where have I seen one of those before?

Marines are sending over her file now,

but I already got this.

The corporal's being discharged?

More like kicked out.

Paperwork was filed last week.

Official reason given is,

"Failing to meet all expectations of conduct."

- What's the unofficial reason? - Don't know.

Her C.O. is out at a funeral today.

But it's an "other than honorable" discharge,

so, clearly, there's more to the story.

Kasie's running ballistics on the gun

that we found next to the Cool Whip.

Pretty soon, we'll find out if it's the gun

- that killed our victim. - Got a time of death?

Between midnight and 3:00 a.m.

Same time Corporal Alimonte claims to be sleeping.

All right, our victim... What do we know?

Well, Joe Cortez,

38 years old.

Hosted a social media channel called...

I am not kidding... The Low Joe

Crow Show.

Any record?

- Nada. - Any connection to the corporal?

None that we can find. Bishop tracked down a half sister.

- She lives in Maryland. - Well, then have Bishop bring her in.

Got it.

Listen, boss, I got one other thing,

came in about an hour ago, but it's, uh...

it's not related to the case.

- Yeah? About what? - Fornell's daughter.

How's she doing, by the way?

- She's making progress. - Well, I think

I found a lead on the counterfeit opioids

that you mentioned were coming in from Canada.

On a whim, I put in a BOLO on the NCIC.

- It was flagged... - Tim,

give it to the DEA.

Are you sure, boss?

You... you don't want to check with Fornell?

He wants to move on.

Give it to the DEA.

It's theirs, anyway.

Who is she? Some rando who Joe met on that dating app?

Which dating app is that?

All of 'em. He struck out

with pretty much the whole Internet.

We found your brother's gun at her house.

My half brother.

Your deadhalf brother's gun.

So did she kill him?

She says she didn't, and as far as we can tell,

her and Joe didn't even know each other.

Well, he didn't have many friends,

except for those damned birds.

Can you think of anyone who may have wanted to see him dead?

You mean besides himself?

He tried suicide once.

Of course, he failed at that, too.

Okay, so I take it you two weren't close?

How'd you guess? The only reason I drove

all the way out here is so dear old Dad can get his ring back.

- What ring would that be? - Dad's signet ring.

Joe never took it off; they were both all sentimental like that.

Joe wasn't wearing a ring when we found him.

Even in death, he finds a way to screw me.

I need to take this.

Hey, baby.

Oh, I missed your voice.

You know, you don't have to test it again.

This is the last time.

That is what you said last time.

And the last time before that.

Come on, Kase. Trust your results.

If I'm boring you, you're free to leave.

To be honest, yes, I'm a little bored.

Yeah, I picked up on that by the way you're totally annoying me.

Whoa. What are you doing?

Running ballistics on the fridge gun.

Yeah, I see that, but who taught you how to fire a gun?

People, back off and let me do my thing.

Okay. I did my thing.

So, the bullet on the right is from our victim.

The one on the left is the one I just fired into the tank.

The striations are identical.

Which means our fridge gun is the murder weapon.

All we need now is the murderer.

Well, I found some fingerprints

on the nine millimeter's grip.

Whose?

Someone's I didn't want to find.

Corporal Alimonte.

That makes no sense.

Why on earth would she kill someone,

stash the murder weapon in her fridge

and then call the cops on herself?

Why you asking me? Nuts is your department.

I have a theory, actually.

The corporal may be suffering from some sort

- of mental illness. - She's suffering

- from something. - Her file lists

erratic behavior, breaches in protocol.

Tack on severe insomnia, and all signs point to