NCIS

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Metro police were alerted by a 911 call

from a neighbor, and while they're not releasing

the young woman's name, police say she fits the description

of the Dead Rose Slasher's previous victims.

So after a three-year absence,

it appears the slasher has returned with a vengeance,

claiming two more young women in the last week.

I helped Abby add a third dead bolt

to her apartment door last night.

If you've seen this man,

you're asked to call the police tip line at 202-555...

I can't watch any more of this.

Do not approach him, do not...

How was the fishing trip?

Didn't go.

What?

You look forward to that every year.

Yeah.

Just didn't feel like it, I guess.

Something wrong?

I'm worried about Cameron.

I don't know, since he got out of the Navy,

he hasn't found work; he's very depressed.

Ah, he's a kid, Frankie; he'll figure it out.

Yeah.

He's been acting really strange, too.

You talk to him? Well...

his mother had a way of getting through to him.

I don't.

You did a great job raising him after she died.

What's the problem?

You saw the police sketch of the Dead Rose Slasher.

It looks just like Cameron.

It looks like a lot of guys, Frank.

It's not just that.

The murders started four years ago,

when Cameron was a student at Hamilton.

The first victim was a coed there, and then they stopped

for three years, when he was away in the Navy.

But now they've started again since he's come back home.

It's probably just a coincidence.

I thought you didn't believe in coincidences, Gibbs.

Do you remember when he left college

middle of his sophomore year?

Yeah, he got hurt.

Lost his scholarship.

The best left-handed quarterback to come out of the

DC high schools.

I was too ashamed to tell you the truth.

Cameron was accused of date rape.

Now, eventually all the charges were dropped, but...

he was thrown out.

Long time ago, Frank.

Cameron wasn't at home the nights of the last two killings.

What do I do, Gibbs?

I mean, I can't go to the police and say I suspect my own son.

Well...

maybe I can give you a little peace of mind--

ask around, get Metro PD

to give me something that eliminates Cameron as a suspect.

Can you do it without giving up his name?

Because if I'm wrong, and he finds out,

it'll be the end of what's ever left of our relationship.

Thank you for letting me borrow your controller, Tim.

You were right-- the yaw sensitivity

is outstanding.

It anticipates your moves. I was up half the night playing.

Playing?

Instead of studying?

Studying?

Yeah, Dorneget, for your GS-11 exam.

What is that?

It's a test that probies used to have to take

to become journeyman agents. It hasn't been given in years.

Gibbs is the last agent I know that took it.

- Oh. Uh-uh-uh-uh.

The word is that Director Vance is reinstating that test.

- You're messing with me. - No, he is not.

I heard the same thing from Hollander in HR.

I'm glad I did not have to take it.

Well, what kind of test is it?

Whew, it's tough.

Comprehensive, covers all the rules

and then regs, procedures-- it's all in the manuals,

which you're gonna have to... know by heart.

Here comes Vance.

You can ask him yourself.

Where is he? It's Haircut Tuesday, Director Vance.

Yeah, the bowl should be coming off his head just about now.

He should be here any second.

Got something on your mind, Dorneget?

Uh...

No, sir.

Tell Gibbs I need to see him.

Abby, did you get the security video I sent you?

Check your e-mail, McGee.

How's Director Vance been today?

He seems, um, fine.

I'm worried about him.

What's this?

Lance Corporal Douglas Alexander and a mystery passenger

leaving the base at Norfolk three days ago.

He stole over 120 grand from the cash sales office

he was assigned to.

This is the last time he was seen leaving the base.

We have not been able to find him. We put out a BOLO and nothing.

Well, he shouldn't be too hard to spot.

He's 220, six-five.

Well, I removed the reflection

and then I enhanced the passenger's face.

Look at that.

- An attractive woman. - I ran the image through facial

- recognition, and I got a name. - What is it?

Melissa Tourney. She's a civilian.

We find her, we'll find him.

Nice haircut, Agent Gibbs.

I'm gonna go back to the evidence locker.

Uh, boss, Vance is looking for you.

He went back to his office.

Strange.

Detective, you I.D.'d the girl?

Uh, yeah, but we're not releasing the name yet.

You'll give me an exclusive? Come on, Bart.

The chief's having a press conference this afternoon.

You'll find out when everybody else does.

Detective Shard?

Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.

NCIS?

How can I help you?

Well, we're investigating an attempted homicide.

Got a witness... described a guy

looks a lot like the sketch of your Dead Rose Slasher.

Yeah? And you think we're looking for the same person?

I don't know. What's the sketch based on?

Witness saw a guy running from the scene

of Victim Number Two's murder three years ago.

Huh. What makes you think the same guy's killing again?

Everything. Girls all fit a profile.

Same type of weapon. Bodies posed the same way.

The guy leaves a... dead rose on the victim's chest.

You got a fingerprint? You got any DNA?

That would make it too easy.

This guy's real careful.

Must be wearing gloves.

How about yours?

You got anything that can eliminate my suspect?

Stab wounds suggest that he's left-handed.

Your guy left-handed?

You know... I'll check.

Not sure.

Melissa Tourney, 28, is a professional dancer.

Works under the name of Misty Blue.

Sounds like a stripper.

Is a stripper. At a club in Anacostia.

I just caught the lunch show.

It's pretty good.

Comes with a couple of ginger ales

and a bacon double cheeseburger.

Just following the lead, boss.

Spoke with a couple of the girls.

One of them told me that Melissa met

our lance corporal a couple weeks ago.

They've been hot and heavy ever since.

She hasn't shown up for work the past three nights.

While he was busy talking to the other girls,

I went to Melissa Tourney's apartment.

The landlady said she packed up and left yesterday.

Did not leave a forwarding address.

But we're pretty sure we know where she is now.

She bought a ticket. Paid cash.

Reagan National to Charlotte with a connecting flight

to Freeport, Grand Bahamas.

Left the country, traveling alone?

Looks that way.

She booked herself into a resort

on the east end of the island.

Lance Corporal Alexander'll show up.

Certainly worth a trip down there.

You volunteering for that, are you, DiNozzo?

Stripper, Caribbean beach-- is that a trick question?

Behave yourself, Skippy.

Aye, aye, sir.

You're not sending him alone.

No.

Hey, spring Dorneget out of the evidence locker, will you?

- Dorneget? - Yeah.

- I need you and Ziva here. - Don't worry, Tim,

I'll bring you back a T-shirt.

Hey, Duck. Just a second.

Since the weather broke, I-I've been running at lunchtime.

Part of my cardio-rehab.

Managed to lower my resting heart rate by almost 20%

since my little episode last year.

Hey, I need a favor.

You still tight with the City M.E.?

Tom Hubbard? Yes, we play bridge every Wednesday.

He was a little upset the other night when I trumped his ace,

but, uh, when we won the rubber,

he forgave me. Well...