NCIS

*

One of my coworkers is at the bar.

Miguel.

I know, I know. No, Miguel.

I know. No, I know. You promised.

No police work tonight.

I'll make it super quick.

Like, super quick.

Like, I'll just go and be like, "Hey."

High-five.

Real quick. Two seconds.

I'm just gonna...

You're my angel.

You know that, right, Elena?

Say it. I'm your angel.

Good. Oof, that wasn't so hard, right?

Mm.

Hey.

They'll let anyone in here, huh?

Hey, I'm gonna get you a drink. No.

No, I'm here on business.

Oh. Well...

Must be important if the captain

is sending you out this late.

Not the captain.

Mr. Silva sent me.

He wanted to express his condolences

about your sister back in the U.S.

And since you're a lying American agent,

she dies tonight.

Shh.

Shh.

It's okay, it's okay.

I'm not gonna tell your mom, okay?

Oh, hey, can we get him a little water, please?

Gracias.

*

Commander, it's just a concert.

What's the big deal? You're too young.

This is so unfair; all my friends get to go.

Look, when you turn 18, you're free to see

as many boy bands as you want.

Dad, "The 1975" is not a boy band.

Oh, my God! Could you two be any more uncool?

The teenage years are upon us.

Lucia?

Huh?

Did you say something?

Is everything okay?

You've been quiet all night.

No, it's fine; it's just work.

The car's acting up again.

What? Wait a minute. What's...?

Fire!

Oh!

Amanda!

Oh, my God, Amanda!

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Help.

George.

George!

*

Good morning.

That's my robe.

Yes, it is. Mine is in the wash.

Was either wear this or go au naturale.

You know...

I am in love with this new sofa.

It's like being hugged by a microfiber cloud.

I wouldn't know.

I haven't been able to sit in it yet.

Oh.

Do you have physical therapy?

I rescheduled.

You can't get better if you don't put in the work.

Thank you for those sage words, Confucius,

but I have been doing the work every day,

all day, for the past 12 weeks.

I just thought with, uh,

Em at school, I could take a few "me" days.

One day.

Hey, you know, I read in this month's Cosmo

that compromise

is the key to maintaining a successful relationship.

It was in my doctor's waiting room.

Ah.

While you're out, would you get some milk?

And some more cereal?

Thank you.

Guess who's back?

McGEE: Bishop!

Welcome back.

Thanks, Tim.

How was Scotland? Amazing.

The Lochs, the Glens, the Isle of Skye.

I even met up with Clayton Reeves

for a few days. Oh, yeah, how was that?

Eye opening. His stamina is incredible.

Couldn't keep up.

Hiking, Tim. Hiking.

Right.

So, you haven't settled in to the new desk yet?

You know, I'm-I'm still trying

to adjust to the layout.

I mean, you know, everything's reversed.

The monitors, the phone, partition even.

It's like Bizarro World, you know?

Unbelievable!

You know, I came into this with an open mind.

Turns out, those stories about Gibbs weren't exaggerated.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

McGEE: Bishop, meet...

Special Agent Terry Mahler.

He is our newest probie. Not anymore.

Gibbs just fired me. Can you believe that?

Actually, I can, yeah. You fell asleep at work, twice.

Chronic exhaustion is a legitimate medical condition.

I require two to three naps a day.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

...it's time for my 8:15-er.

Hmm. So how long did this one last?

Four days. Hmm.

Grab your gear.

Let's go!

We got a dead commander in Alexandria.

Welcome back, Bishop.

Good to be back, Gibbs.

After enjoying Phnom Penh,

it was on to the temple at Angkor Wat.

Yeah. It's as spectacular today

as it was all those many moons ago.

What brought on this desire

to revisit all your old haunts, Doctor?

I'm chronicling my life's work, Mr. Palmer.

Yes. I-I need to write down all those precious moments

before... before I forget them.

Certain things I'd like to forget.

Like in high school, when I waxed my legs

to give me that extra swimmer's edge.

I still came in last.

Perhaps that's a chapter you should leave out.

Yeah.

What do we know?

McGEE: We got the Campbell family,

driving home from a party at the base officer's club

when fire erupted from inside the vehicle,

causing them to swerve off the road, crash here.

Marine Major Lucia Campbell

was able to pull herself and her daughter from the wreck.

They were taken to a local hospital.

Unfortunately, her husband,

Navy Commander George Campbell,

was trapped inside when it exploded.

You got a cause of the fire? McGEE: Well, it's hard to say.

The vehicle's a hybrid. According to my research...

Shush with your research, McGee.

The hybrid's battery is not to blame.

Do you know what a rarity this is?

A hybrid vehicle exploding because of a faulty battery?

I thought you said the battery wasn't to blame.

Well, it is and it isn't.

This compartment has been tampered with.

Someone at that party

turned this car into a ticking time bomb.

Get it all?

Dust, boss. It's a keyboard's worst enemy.

Give me an update.

Well, our victim is Navy Commander George Campbell.

Worked in logistics at the Pentagon.

While his C.O. described him as a man without enemies,

the same cannot be said for his wife,

Marine Major Lucia Campbell.

McGEE: Works as a prosecutor

for the Judge Advocate General here in D.C.

And she's got numerous convictions,

so makes for a pretty long list of suspects. What's her condition?

Well, she suffered a concussion in the explosion,

still hasn't regained consciousness.

However, their daughter only received minor injuries.

She's being held for observation.

Gibbs.

I came to offer my congratulations.

Eight rejected agents in the last three months.

It's a new record for you.

Quinn. Long time no see.

How ya been? I've been better.

I bet you know why.

Aha.

Bishop, find out what Amanda knows.

McGee, check with JAG.

Campbell's cases, past and present.

Let's take a walk.

Can't wait.

How is life at FLETC?

Same old, same old.

Eat, sleep, train probies.