NCIS: Origins

He was born the youngest of nine.

Hard to imagine now,

but our gentle giant of a k-9 agent, Gary Callahan,

was the runt of his litter.

And that was the least of his problems.

His hind legs were underdeveloped.

Too weak to walk, he'd just sit there, day after day,

watching as his brothers and sisters played.

Then he watched as they disappeared.

One by one, they were all taken away,

off to live with their new families

in their new homes.

Until Gary was all alone.

But he never gave up hope.

He was sure that his time would come, too.

And then, one day, it finally did.

Bob barker reminding you to help control the pet population.

Have your pets spayed or neutered. Goodbye, everybody.

Every great agent has god-given instincts,

and Gary's must have kicked in.

His gut must have told him

this wasn't going to be his new home.

And his gut was right.

Now, maybe it was grit...

or, hell, maybe it was half a miracle...

but without a moment to spare,

Gary Callahan Rose to all fours

and took his first steps.

But the new life he walked into

wasn't going to be an easy one.

He was scared, and all alone.

And he lived that way for a year...

trying to survive in a world that didn't seem to want him.

Son of a bitch.

How many times I got to tell you

to get the hell out of here?

All Gary needed was someone to give a damn.

A helping hand.

But all he ever got was a boot to the neck.

He outgrew his box, but he couldn't let it go.

It was the closest thing to a home he ever had.

Mom, look. Can I pet him?

No, sweetie, no, not that one.

Okay? Pet Lucy.

Must have stung like hell to feel that unwanted.

Like an outcast.

German Shepherds are natural-born protectors,

but even protectors need someone looking out for them.

Yeah, I called two hours ago.

What took you so long?

Hello? Mr. Animal control?

I asked you a question.

I heard you. I just ain't answering

'cause I don't like your tone.

Now, where's the dog?

Don't be scared, buddy.

My name's Michael,

and I promise you, I ain't here to hurt you.

How about I make you a deal?

I'll get you a steak...

if you just let me scoot you out of here on your box.

Okay, pal?

Easy does it.

Okay, we're gonna do this nice and easy.

You're such a good...

Gail, it's me. Where to?

Okay, got it.

Yeah, he's here.

Gear up, gare bear.

Okay, on our way.

Even the greatest protectors, like Gary Callahan,

need protecting, too.

A helping hand.

And on this night, -stay there.

Gary would need it more than ever.

Evening, boss. Well, it's 2:00 A.M.,

so I guess, technically, I should be saying good morning.

I never know what to do in these situations.

I just never know, do I, buddy?

Case, ran do.

Grocery store was broken into a couple hours ago.

The owner, Javier Martinez, 74, was stabbed and killed.

- Why ain't they handling it? - Victim donated groceries

to the camp Pendleton food pantry.

When the cops found his base ID card, they called us.

Good thing, too, 'cause they don't have a k-9 unit.

We got a blood trail out back.

We got a blood trail, don't we, buddy?

Stop doing that.

- What else? - Junior's finally getting baptized,

which means I need to pick a godfather.

So, you're all being evaluated.

Okay.

Gary, halt.

- Robber snagged his shirt. - Yeah, seems that way.

Watch your back, boss. Whole place was just painted.

It seems to me like anytime

there's a call at the ass crack of dawn,

it's tango's night off.

What do you think about that?

Haven't given it much thought.

Got defensive wounds here.

Looks like he put up a hell of a fight.

Was he strangled and stabbed?

Yeah, and I think at the same time.

- So, there was two of them? - Yeah, boss.

We're thinking robbery gone bad.

Register was pried open, emptied out,

and then the killers took off out the back.

- One of them left a trail. - I know.

Gail said. That's why I brought Gary.

Where's herm?

He's his handler, he should be here.

I'll radio him, see if he's close.

I got some kind of sticky substance here

next to this watch-shaped tan line.

Now, I am no investigative genius

like y'all fine folks, but if I had to guess,

I would say the killers stole his watch,

and one of them had something sticky on their hand.

So, he busts in through the front and leaves out the back.

They tripped the silent alarm.

Probably heard the sirens and took off

- into the woods back there. - The woods?

Sounds like a good place to dump a murder weapon.

Bad news. Herm's still at home.

He said no one ever called him.

Damn Gail.

Yeah, he's throwing on clothes, rushing out the door,

but said he's at least an hour out.

Well, rain's coming.

If the knife's out there,

any prints and blood will get washed away.

Can't wait around 'cause Gail's an idiot.

Showtime, bud.

Get a good whiff.

He's still got the best sniffer this side of the Mississippi.

Probie, with us.

What is it, boy?

Boss.

You seeing this?

Am I seeing what, probie?

Stop!

- Federal agents! - Halt!

Gary!

- Stop! - Damn it, Gary!

Gary!

Halt! Damn it, Gary, halt!

Gary!

Go! Go!

Aw, geez. Boss.

Go.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, buddy.

You're good, pal.

He's been stabbed.

Stay there, gare.

Agent down!

Doc? Doc, you in there?

Hey, doc, come on!

- Thank you. - He's lost a lot of blood, chief.

Get him on the table.

- Hang in there, gare bear. - How many stab wounds?

One, but it's bad.

Dr. Friedman and I packed the wound

as well as we could,

but we couldn't get the bleeding to stop.

There ain't no 24-hour vets in the whole damn county.

- I didn't know who else to call. - It's okay.

I'm glad you did.

Tell ran do...

Tell ran do and dominguez to call all the hospitals.

You heard that guy scream.

Gare bit that bastard pretty bad before...

B-Before he... We are on it, boss.

No way we are not gonna find the guy who did this.

You got my word.

You're a good boy, you know that?

You're such a good boy.

He's the antichrist.

Yeah, this ain't good.

We posted his picture all over town.

Why hasn't anyone called?

He's a German Shepherd. He must belong to someone.

Mike? You know something?

Friend of mine at the pound said, past couple years,

a few baby Germans got dumped on them

with a genetic defect.

They couldn't walk, and all had to be put down.

What's that have to do with him?

They set up a security camera

to catch the breeder dumping them.

One of the puppies got up and walked away.

I saw the video, tish.

Looked just like this one.

And get this...

he walked away with a box.

I think he might be the miracle dog.

If he was dumped, Mike,

that means no one's looking for him