NCIS

Previously on NCIS...

No kiss for your father?

What are you doing here?

Arash Kazmi is Eli's

new VIVAC contemporary.

Iranian intelligence.

: Abba!

Leon? She's dead.

My wife is dead, Gibbs.

Where is Ziva David?

You are? Ilan Bodnar.

Mossad Deputy Director.

I have known Ilan since we were children.

He always fancied himself a... a son to Eli,

a part of my family, which he is not.

You lied to me

about the real reason for Eli's visit.

Tricked by that dog Kazmi

to believe in some ridiculous pipe dream

of peace between our countries.

I'll be home soon.

In Hebrew, the word is tohar.

Connection? A man's middle name.

Whose? Ilan Bodnar.

Bodnar's in the wind.

McGee says his hotel room is scrubbed clean.

He could be anywhere.

I'm home.

Are you going in late today?

Slept about three minutes.

I was sitting next to one of those open-mouth snorers.

A grizzly bear with a cold would have been quieter.

Oh, speaking of which,

I may have to go to Alaska in the fall for work.

: Noah.

(door opens, then shuts; woman gasps)

911 Operator. Please state your emergency.

: Hello? Callie.

: Ben...

What are you...?

What...? Where's Noah?

I saw the back door open early this morning.

I called several times to tell Noah to close it.

When I never heard back, I decided...

Ben... where is my husband?

I looked everywhere, Callie.

He's gone.

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Do you mind?

It's 8:05.

Yes, I can tell time just fine, Tony.

Thank you. Then you know Ziva's late.

By five minutes.

Something's definitely up.

You haven't noticed

she's been a little off these past few days?

Oh, she's been off?

That's a good one. Think about it.

Personal phone calls to Shmeil at all hours.

Yesterday, she came back from lunch

smelling like Thai food and beer.

So she stopped for take-out.

Ziva hates Thai food.

And she drinks on the job

about as often as she gets my movie references.

Open your eyes, McHelen Keller. Something's going on.

Okay, I get it.

You're nosy. You can't help it.

It's called being a good citizen.

No, it's called borderline stalking.

What's next, a Ziva-cam? Maybe.

Let's put a pin in that. Tony, stop.

Please stop, and please, for the love of God,

put that pen down before I stab you with it.

Sorry. Look...

And his killer is still out there.

What, Bodnar? That's CIA now.

You think Ziva would go after him on her own?

Shh. I think Crying Tiger Beef has entered the building.

Well, hey Ziva.

How are you?

What did you call me?

Huh? N-Nothing. I didn't call you anything.

Where you been?

I had to take care of some things this morning.

Anything you'd like to share?

No time to share.

Time to move, ladies.

Naval officer's husband has gone missing.

Come on, let's go.

Quick word, Gibbs.

Homeland's called twice. Ziva?

Yeah. Word is, she's been sniffing around.

I got a pretty good idea why.

Well, she's not the only one.

You're looking around, too.

No, not yet, but if and when I do,

you'll be the first to know.

Teams waiting.

Husband's name is Noah Daniels, 37.

Works as a realtor in Fairfax County.

Any sign of forced entry?

Oh, not according to the police.

His wallet, watch and cell phone were found in the house.

That the wife?

Navy Reserve Lieutenant Callie Daniels.

Paramedics are evaluating her for possible shock.

Well, let me know when they're done.

It's gonna take a while to process everything.

This place is a total mess.

He went down with a fight.

Well, blood trail leads through the kitchen.

I'm gonna start in there next.

Anything around the perimeter?

Nothing so far.

But police are still searching.

Looks like a happy couple.

So, uh, tell me about this car again.

Uh, older model light sedan,

maybe a Chevy.

Tinted windows. First saw it

idling in front of Noah's house around 2:00 this morning.

Did you see the driver? Plates?

Nah, too dark.

So then what happened?

Then I tried to go back to sleep,

heard a door slam, got up and saw that same car tearing off.

When I noticed Noah's door open this morning,

I got a bad feeling.

Whew. Poor Callie.

The look on her face.

Lieutenant Daniels.

I'm Agent David with NCIS.

You have been cleared to talk to us... if that's okay.

Is this really happening?

Please tell me this isn't really happening.

Blood trail stops at the door.

McGEE: Rest of the kitchen looks untouched.

No signs of a struggle, no blood anywhere else.

Wait a second.

Should I open it?

That's yes.

Boom.

What, McGee?

Where's the rest of him?

Looks like it was severed at the flexor tendon.

Would have been extensive bleeding.

Definitely an injury you'd want

to seek immediate medical attention for.

So, I-I went ahead and took a tissue sample.

Abby's testing it now.

All right. Very good, Mr. Palmer.

You know, this is great.

I mean, the two of us just sitting here working.

You over there doing your thing, me over here doing my thing.

I mean, it's like-like we're the best tag team ever, right?

You want to tag in? Huh? You want to...?

Okay.

You're-you're busy. You're...

Based on the size and shape of this fingertip,

I would say it came from either the third or fourth digit.

Vena amoris.

Actually, I was thinking, uh, the ring finger.

As am I.

The Romans believed that one should wear the wedding ring

on the fourth finger of the left hand--

yes-- because a vein

in that finger runs straight through to the heart.

Vena amoris.

Literally, "the vein of love."

Ah, so maybe the wife...

That has to be left up

to Agent Gibbs and the others to decipher.

My task is a psychological profile.

And gathering all this has taken most of my time

this morning.

Say no more.

Let me clean up over here,

and I will jump right in.

No, no.

That won't be necessary.

I just need some peace and quiet.

And this work is still a bit out of your reach.

So...

uh...

Oh.

Okay.

Um... I-I will just leave you to it.

Okay.

No. You know what? I take it back. It is not okay.

Look, I appreciate you throwing me a bone once in a while--

or in this case, a finger-- but it's not enough.

I want to step up in all aspects of my career.

And I will not let you send me on my way

because you think something is-is, what, beyond my reach?

It's not beyond my reach.

I can help. I want to help.

I want you to teach me... that.

Are you through?

I believe so, yes.