NCIS

This is the captain!

You saw what?!

I said no one, repeat, no one goes on deck

until this passes!

Where is he?

Get two men out there now!

Rescue the son of a bitch and bring him to me.

Captain wants us back inside ASAP!

This is bad! Why do we got to go out there?

Got orders.

Bridge saw somebody on deck.

Ah, orders my ass.

This is a full-on,

stain-your-shorts white squall, man.

My mama didn't raise no fool.

Your mama's not here.

Captain says now, so move.

Let's do it, Forrest!

All right, let's go!

Oh, man!

I got you!

Hook on!

Come on!

There he is!

I can see him!

On the deck!

He's not moving!

We got to get down there!

Hook on!

Tell the captain we need a doctor!

This is the doctor!

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

The unexpected storm off the Eastern seaboard

caught fishing and U.S. Navy vessels

by surprise last night.

The Coast Guard rescued over a dozen people

associated with the squall

that pounded the Virginia coast, then quickly dissipated.

Now it looks like we're gonna see...

Coast Guard officials have yet to release

the exact number of injuries connected to the storm,

but estimate the damage to be in the millions.

Tony, really?

Sorry, I happen to prefer the weather report on ZNN.

Yeah, I'm sure.

I mean, she's extremely...

Bright, articulate.

Chelsea--

she's a crack meteorologist.

Her name is

Chelsea? Oh, yeah.

Do you know, she has a master's in Earth Science,

and her favorite cloud's cumulonimbus.

How would you know that?

It's all over her personal Web page.

And it has pictures.

Really good pictures.

Where's McGee?

Maybe he blew away coming to work this morning.

Or maybe he met someone last night.

That's doubtful.

That might be the reason

I would be late.

These days, my friend, I'm not so sure.

You've noticed?

Yes, I am quite aware you hit a...

dry spell recently.

Like Lawrence of Arabia.

You know, maybe it's not a woman,

maybe it's a flat tire.

Maybe he stopped for doughnuts.

Perhaps he slipped in the shower and he can't get up.

Bought one of those for my dad.

Let's go.

USS Borealis-- scheduled arrival's in one hour.

Got a murdered officer on board.

Where's McGee?

Overslept. Doctor visit.

Uh-huh.

So how much do you make being a Big Brother?

It doesn't pay anything.

It's a volunteer program.

So you actually make nothing to spend time with me?

Believe it or not, Adam, I want to.

Did you have a Big Brother growing up?

No, I wish I did.

My dad was at sea a lot when I was a kid.

You know, even though my mom has the flu,

I could've stayed home.

What, and miss an overnight trip to Colonial Williamsburg?

People in puffy shirts making candles and soap?

No way am I gonna let that happen.

Thanks, Mr. McGee.

Call me Tim.

I'm glad I could help.

Who's Gibbs?

Oh, boy.

Where did they move the body? Sick bay,

but those two didn't touch him. Who did?

Agent afloat.

On a destroyer?

Yeah, the ships were on their way back from

UNITAS exercises in Latin America.

Carrier agent cross-deck, huh?

First responder.

Could have sworn it was that guy Hatfield

out of Mayport. I think you're wrong.

- Look who I found. - Hey.

If it isn't Stan the Man Burley. How you doing?

Last time I saw you, you were up to your ears

in Italian signorinas,

red wine and thin-crust pizza.

I only admit to the pizza.

Stanley, good to see you. You, too, sir.

Wish it was under better circumstances.

I boarded the ship as soon as I could.

I marked the location of the body

and moved the remains to sick bay.

They were pretty contaminated after the storm.

Hard not to be contaminated with chicken of the sea

- sliding all over the deck. - Boss, I'm sorry.

I know, I know, I'm an hour and 46 minutes late.

47, Tim Tebow.

Better put a knee down, start praying.

Let's go, McGee, sick bay, come on.

I love when he's late.

Talk to me, Duck. Well, regrettably,

the commander was not on deck last night

singing in the rain.

Got any idea what killed him?

Oh, hard to say till I get a better look.

But I think one can safely assume

that that is not a bite from a hungry mosquito.

Maybe a syringe?

Yeah, very possibly.

It-it almost intrigues me how some people

bruise more easily than others.

My cousin Beatrice had incredibly white skin.

I remember vividly when she was giving blood

when her mother needed a transfusion,

her arm had needle marks on it

for over two weeks.

Hey, Duck.

Oh.

Well, I suppose one could

assume that this bruising meant that the commander

was on the move when he was jabbed.

After the commander was jabbed,

he probably stumbled outside in search of help.

Picked a heck of a time to take a stroll on the lido deck.

Lido deck, it's, um,

uh...

The-The Love Boat.

Uh, Captain Stubing

always used to say that, um--

See, now, the lido deck

is a cruise ship reference,

and, uh, I-- Never mind.

Special Agent Gibbs, may I have a moment?

McGee, statement from the hospital corpsmen.

Get details.

On it, boss.

Officer on board needs to talk to you.

Officer have a name, Captain?

Lieutenant Mane, Admiral's aide.

Captain says you're the agent in charge.

How can I help you, Lieutenant?

We came aboard the Borealis during exercises.

Then our helo was grounded due to inclement weather.

Despite the tragedy here,

I'm afraid the admiral still has a schedule to keep.

We got a crime scene, Mane. Can't let you leave.

That's not acceptable.

What's not acceptable is a dead Navy commander.

Who else can I talk to?

If your admiral has an issue, he should come to me, directly.

Special Agent Gibbs.

Your reputation precedes you.

As does yours, Admiral.

Heard what happened; terrible loss.

Amazing what a little thunderstorm can do, the damage.

Storm didn't kill him.

What can I do for you, Admiral?

Get me off the ship.

Can't.

Sure you can.

No, Dad, he can't.

A man died here today.

Till we figure out what happened,

this whole crew's on lockdown.

Understandable, but I have someplace to be.

Been hearing that my whole life.

Good to see you, too, son.

I get updates from Tim's grandmother.

Can't say I agree with her politics,

but I do appreciate her fortitude.

She's a good person, Dad.

If you don't mind aging hippies with Commie tendencies.

You attend all battle exercises, Admiral?

Negative. Joined halfway through.