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No... No...

No...

What?

Every morning with this guy.

Hey! Dizzy Gillespie! I'm trying to sleep here!

Agent Patterson.

- Professor Izenberg, hi. - Good morning.

Jack, please.

- So, are you... - Are you...

Oh. Jinx.

- What were you... - Sorry, I was just gonna ask

if you were coming to my talk this afternoon

on Laser Ablation Inductively Coupled Plasma Mass Spectrometry.

I'd love to have you.

Oh, I... I'm super familiar with LA-ICP-MS.

I know, I read your internal memo

on its field application, it was...

Oh, you read that?

Of course. It was brilliant.

Thank you, that's...

I... I always figure those just get tossed.

Well, I read yours.

Morning.

You're magnetic.

Oh... Triboelectric.

That's the term for a charge generated by friction.

"Tribo," the term for... Greek word for rubbing.

Come to my talk.

I... I want to, but I'm... I'm very behind on this...

How 'bout a coffee sometime instead?

I...

I... I can't, I'm... I'm always...

all the times... in my lab always.

Uh, what the hell was that?

That was bad, wasn't it? I was so bad!

I just was... I was trying to think of an excuse,

and then my mouth kept moving, so I...

Why are you making excuses at all?

Jack is super cute and super smart.

- Obviously, but... - But nothing.

You gotta get back on the horse. No more lame excuses.

Whoa, I have legitimate reasons for being reluctant.

First... there was David.

That was not your fault.

Actually, it was.

- Patterson... - Listen!

I just don't wanna rush into things.

Rush? How long has it been since...

Since Borden lied about his identity,

put a bug in my tooth and tried to kill me?

I am sorry I did this to you.

You know what? You're right.

I should probably get on Bumble.

What's up?

Everything okay?

Take a seat.

I proposed.

What?!

That is not what I thought you were gonna say!

- Hey, surprise. - Oh, my God.

Congrats, seriously, that's...

Yeah, that's, uh...

I... I thought you were gonna wait for your anniversary.

I was just too...

I mean, I just couldn't wait anymore.

You should've seen the look on Meg's face.

Oh, I'm sure she was thrilled.

Yeah.

Hey, I want you to be my best man.

Oh!

Wouldn't you rather have Weller

planning your bachelor party?

So he can bark "let's move" at me all weekend?

No! I need you up there next to me.

Like, in a tux?

No, you don't have to wear a tuxedo, it's...

Actually, I gotta take this.

But I'm not gonna take "no" for an answer, all right?

- Sorry, that must have been... - It's fine.

Hey, hey, hey!

Have you thought any more about saying anything to him?

I had my chance.

When?

A couple years ago after he came back from the hospital.

He kissed me.

And I pushed him away.

So? Feelings change.

And people get engaged.

Look, if you're not gonna say anything to him,

at least follow your own advice

and get back on the horse.

Patterson?

I cracked one of Jane's tattoos.

That's great, Afreen. What do you got?

You see these digits?

I noticed there's a tiny "C over D" next to them.

- Circumference over diameter? - Exactly.

- 3.1415926... - I get it, it's pi.

Anyway, when I multiplied each digit

in the sequence by 3.14...

You get a whole new string of numbers.

Which led me to an autopsy report

- for a deceased U.S. Marine. - And?

That's as far as I got.

Well, hot damn, Afreen, that is great work.

There's dozens of number sequences

all over Jane's body.

I wanna convert and analyze them all using pi.

I hate to say this,

but he had to have known what Crawford was up to.

I'll meet you in the lab.

Hey, is there new intel on Crawford?

No. We're just talking about

what Nas has found on Avery's adopted father.

Oh, yeah, well, he was no Boy Scout.

Hiding ill-gotten funds,

ordering hits on corporate rivals.

We... we don't know that.

Nas, she wouldn't have lied to us.

I'm not questioning Nas, okay?

I just, I don't wanna tell Avery, not yet.

We have to be totally honest with her, Jane.

I know, and I'm not suggesting that we lie, okay?

But before we taint her memory of him,

let's just double check,

make sure he actually did all those things.

Let me do a little digging

and see if I can find some concrete proof.

First, I'd like to take a moment

for a shout-out to Afreen. Come on, get over here.

She made the initial deduction

that cracked today's tattoo wide open.

Oh, it was as easy as pi.

Okay, easy now, Afreen.

When did this become an open mic?

Anyway, when we multiplied

each digit in these sequences by pi, they were converted

to three autopsy report numbers for three U.S. Marines

that died on the exact same day.

Were they in the same battle?

They weren't even in the same time zone.

One was stationed on Incirlik Air Base in Turkey,

the other on Fort Buckner in Okinawa,

third on Kuwait Naval Base in...

- Kuwait. - How'd you guess?

So, what was the causes of their deaths?

Well, according to the autopsies,

each of these soldiers died of an accidental drug overdose.

But clearly, these reports were doctored.

How do you know?

I magnified and enhanced each of these.

Now, see these faint lines?

They're identical.

These were uploaded on the same scanner.

Which would be impossible for autopsies

conducted on different continents.

Someone replaced the original reports.

Exactly.

This could be the tip of the iceberg

of a major military cover-up.

Cannot believe I'm saying this,

but I'll authorize exhumation of the bodies for another exam.

There are no bodies. They were all cremated.

Someone really doesn't want us to find out

how these Marines died.

If you're willing to requisition the ashes,

there is this cutting edge, albeit somewhat volatile test.

How volatile?

Honestly, borderline volcanic.

But it's the only way to find toxins in cremains.

I've never conducted this particular test before, but...

Wait, you're unfamiliar with this crazy volcanic test?

Think of it like a maiden voyage.

Think of it like, no, we'll outsource this one.

Wait, what about that forensic specialist from the elevator?

Dr. Izenberg?

It's in his wheelhouse. He could supervise.

Yeah, I... I don't need... I don't need supervision.

He could assist.

Problem solved. Call him down.

I cannot believe that the FBI is second-guessing our work.

You wanted to see me?

Patterson, this is Colonel Ferguson.

She's the Director of the Armed Forces'

Medical Examiner's Office.

Nice to meet you.

I won't have you disputing the veracity

of autopsy reports issued by my division.

No dispute. They were altered.

I trust my people.

This is the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

We don't deal in trust, we deal in truth.

No respect for the chain of command.

What, are they bringing in the whole platoon?

- You must be General Mahoney. - Please, call me Pete.

Oh, right. So you're the good cop.

I was the commanding officer for Private Erickson on Okinawa,

and I wanna know what I can do to help.

- Oh. - I never could wrap my head around

how such a solid man could OD.