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Bobby, those baby backs from Papa Joe's make the flight?

Yes, sir, Mr President.

They were flown in from San Antonio 10 minutes ago, sir.

- Good, let's have an early lunch. - Yes, sir, Mr President.

- I love the baby backs from Papa Joe's. - I know, Mr President.

Wasn't Major Kerry supposed to be handling the football on this one?

He came down with the flu, Mr President.

This is Commander Ray Trapp, Mr President.

He's new on the detail.

- Have we met, Commander? - Yes, sir.

- On the Abraham Lincoln, Mr President. - The Lincoln.

Yeah, the trip to the Lincoln was the best day I've had on this job.

- Why don't you join me for lunch? - Be my pleasure, Mr President.

Good, I look forward to it.

Lunch with the boss on your first day.

You're destined for stars on those shoulders, Commander.

Excuse me.

Agent Baer, Agent Todd, would either of you like anything to eat?

- No, thank you. - I'm fine, thanks.

Very well.

I'll be in Comm getting an update from Backhoe.

Keep an eye on things down here.

You expecting a problem, sir?

Expect problems, Agent Todd.

And with a little luck, you'll never lose a president.

I fumbled in my first army- navy game

but I recovered the ball.

Ray Trapp.

Kate Todd.

Eating with the President was

a bigger sweat than

making a night trap.

Are you ill, Commander?

Slammer. Rosefern. Medical emergency. Section One.

- What's wrong? - I don't know.

What have you got?

He's not breathing! No pulse.

Give me the bag.

Doctor, he just had lunch with the President.

- Oh, my God! - Let's go!

All right, you stay with the football.

Pulse compressions.

Let's take a pulse.

There's no pulse. Let's get his shirt off.

(COMMENTATOR CHATTERING ONT.V.)

Yeah, Gibbs.

A navy commander carrying the football on Air Force One

just carked in the air.

Where'd they land?

Wichita, Kansas.

President's transferring to the backup bird.

I booked us on a 1500 United flight out of Reagan.

Stops in Dallas

before going on to Wichita.

That the best you could do?

It's Saturday, Gibbs. You know, if we had our own jet...

We don't.

Ducky's buds with coroners across the country.

See if he can't get one of them to hold the body until we get there.

All right.

Good afternoon. I'm Doris McMillon with a CBS news update.

We have just learned that Air Force One

has made an unscheduled stop

at Wichita's Mid- Continent Airport.

Details are sketchy...

(ON P.A)) Attention, passengers,

this is a gate change announcement.

FBI, CIA, DEA, ATF.

Even NYPD have private jets.

36 cents a mile, you wanna drive?

It's humiliating.

- Hey, we're LEOs. - And I'm Capricorn.

LEO, short for law enforcement officer.

(ON P.A.) Mr Bernard Kelly, please return to the security check.

You new at this, Dennis?

First week.

NCIS. Never heard of it.

- That's embarrassing. - NCIS anything like CSI?

Only if you're dyslexic.

Okay, you can go ahead and go around the metal detector

but your bags gotta go through the scanner.

Wait a minute. Letting us take weapons aboard

and you wanna scan our bags?

Well, you got permits for the weapons, you don't for the bags.

- We really need our own jet. - Dennis! Those bags are mine.

Why didn't you tell me you were schlepping for the doc?

He's got a bag permit.

Move it, men.

We don't wanna miss our flight.

If J. Edgar Hoover was alive, I'd tell him what I'm telling you.

This body is in Wichita County,

and as a county coroner, I have jurisdiction.

No one moves it until the ME says they can.

Your jurisdiction doesn't supersede the FBI

- on Air Force One. - It's not Air Force One, Agent Fornell.

When the President departed on the backup plane,

it became Air Force One.

This is now Alpha Foxtrot 29000.

Don't get into this pissing contest, Agent Todd.

As you pointed out, the President's gone.

- It's no longer a Secret Service problem. - Look, this could be a natural death

or it could be a botched attempt to murder the President.

Until I know which, it's my problem.

I don't give a damn which one of you is boss,

you ain't moving this body until the ME says you can.

You talking about me, EImo? Hello, Ducky.

How'd you like those steaks I air- expressed you?

Delicious.

He air- expressed him steaks?

It's a big state. Look how long it took him to get here.

Agent Fornell here is FBI. Agent Todd's Secret Service.

Ducky, they're fighting over this body like two hounds over a T- bone.

Well, it's our T- bone for the moment.

All these LEOs are contaminating a potential crime scene.

Yeah, my assistants right.

Everyone who boarded in Wichita will have to evacuate the plane.

I'm not going anywhere.

I flew in on it.

Very well. You two can stay. But everyone else must deplane.

All right, you heard the ME. Let's move it, boys.

- Got it. - Okay.

Ducky, what do you think?

There's no outward sign of trauma.

He was stricken after having lunch with the President.

Yeah, how is the President?

He's fine.

His physician cleared him to fly on to LA.

What happened?

When the Commander returned from lunch,

he had an equilibrium problem,

and his grip was too weak to hold his briefcase.

Did he gradually become ill

or was it sudden?

Sudden. He started to convulse and collapsed.

The President's physician believed that the Commander had a stroke.

- Kind of young for a brain fart. - Looks like a natural death to me, Elmo.

They can leave with the body as long as they sign releases.

Why the hell didn't you say that?

Couldn't. Like I said, it's the ME's decision.

Release forms are in my car.

Let's go. We can work out jurisdiction

with Washington on the flight to Andrews.

Ducky? About those soft- shelled crabs...

You'll have them by the weekend.

10-4, partner.

Tony, go on.

Show the pilot your credentials, get us the hell out of here.

Hey! Cockpit's on the top deck.

I knew that.

Did you enjoy playing my boss?

- I did, rather. - What do you think happened, Duck?

Good God, Gibbs. I've barely met the deceased.

I think DiNozzo's right. A naval aviator stroking at his age?

He could have been born with an aneurysm.

They're time bombs in the body.

I remember this young promising basso profundo

in London.

He was only 27 when he keeled over in the middle of an Otello aria.

Who the hell are you people?

You're no ME assistant.

And there's not a soft-shell crab within 1,000 miles.

Sorry.

NCIS.

We flew down here from Washington to take over the investigation.

First the FBI tries to muscle in and now NCIS.

Yeah, well, I do believe this is a dead naval officer...

Who died on Air Force One after having lunch with the President

it's my job to protect.

Okay, we can share jurisdiction. You can be on my team.

Your team? Why should you have the investigation?

Have you ever worked a crime scene, Agent Todd?

I am a Secret Service agent.

- I thought not. - Well, don't dismiss me like that.

Okay, I earned my jock strap.

Yeah? Does it ever give you that empty feeling?

- What? - Your jock strap.

No.

Like some species of frogs, I grow what I need.

Gibbs, the pilot won't take off

till the Secret Service chick gives us the

thumbs up.

I think that just made it my team.

No. I think it means I just have to hijack Air Force One.

Tony? Escort Agent Todd off this aircraft and close the hatch.

You're not serious! Wait! Wait, okay! Okay!

Your team.

But only because I don't wanna delay us further

by having to shoot you.

Damn it, Agent Todd! Let's get this show on the road!

Oh, gosh, I'm sorry. We overbooked the flight.

What the hell are you doing?

What's going on? Stop!

All right, do you know what the hell's going on?

Guess Ducky decided to take the body to Washington.

Why is your medical examiner taking the body to Washington?

Never said he was my medical examiner.

Then who the hell's medical examiner is he?

Ducky? He works for NCIS.

Did you have to, literally slam a door on the FBI's face?

There were more of them than us.