NCIS: Los Angeles

Thank you, and happy holidays. You, too.

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Ready? Down. And...

That's... that's it.

Candy cane.

I always forget that part.

Wow.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Chilly.

Kick and a kick.

Whoa.

Assistant Director. See, uh,

you know what this reminds me of? Um,

when James Caan was, uh, fighting all those bad guys off

with a cane in The Killer Elite?

And they're all, like, puh-puh, pow, pow!

I'm pretty sure it wasn't a candy cane.

Uh, we're actually working

on a Toys for Tots drive with the Marines.

And we can do with a few more volunteers, sir.

Yeah.

I'm guessing that's a no.

Aha! Mr. Beale,

and Ms. Jones.

Yes.

There's been an incident in Montrose.

I need you to look into it. We're on it.

With pleasure.

Just gonna grab this.

I told you we should have locked the door.

They were in here dancing.

Don't be an old humbug, Owen.

Besides, I've seen you dance, and

they can't be worse than you.

I don't dance.

Seriously, G?

No wreath, no Christmas tree, no menorah.

So sad.

So sad.

Why? 'Cause I don't get sucked

into the commercialism of the holidays?

'Cause you're too lazy to decorate.

Excuse me?

Oh, yeah, you're a regular Martha Stewart.

Thank you.

Can we go now?

Are you freaking kidding me?!

Janvier sent you a Christmas card from prison?

Every year. What, you don't get one?

The only other card that you received is

from a one-armed psychopath who wants to kill you?

Well, it's the thought that counts.

My aliases get lots of cards.

And why is it next to my family?

It's the spirit of the season.

Plus, I mean, you know, it's a funny card. See?

Snowman's melting in the Jacuzzi?

Morning, Sam.

Morning, Joelle.

Christmas came early.

This is none of my business.

Nope.

But seeing as Joelle is a friend of Michelle and me.

Mm, pretty sure I'm a friend of you and Michelle.

You are, and I don't want to see either one of you get hurt.

You said you were breaking up with her.

I am.

I did, but we're both gonna be alone for the holidays, and...

You're coming to my place.

That is not the same. Nothing says

"Peace on Earth and goodwill toward men" like a booty call.

Well, 'tis the season.

Here, this'll cheer you up.

Put the nose on the front, antlers on the windows.

Makes your car look like Rudolph.

The hell it does.

Oh, I get it.

You give me grief over how I decorate my house, but when

I get you a gift to get you in the holiday spirit...

I'm not putting reindeer antlers and a Rudolph nose on my car!

It's Christmas!

It's stupid!

I'm warning you-- don't do it.

Seriously, don't put that on my car. Come on, G.

It's coming off as soon as we get to work.

You play too much, man.

All right, well, now it is

gonna look stupid with just one antler.

No.

I should take you in

for littering.

It's one of the best restaurants in LA,

and their Christmas dinner is supposed

to be out of this world.

Yeah, no. I know it's your tradition.

I'm just saying, we start a new tradition.

No. I know, but we want to do this. This is our treat.

Uh, just, you want to come all this way just to slave

over a stove. Are you sure about that?

Yeah, okay.

Okay. Mm-hmm.

Nope. Nope. It's fine. All right.

I will talk to you later. Okay.

Okay. All right.

Bye. Uh-huh. I'll talk to you soon.

I love you, too. Bye, Mama.

My mom is insisting on cooking Christmas dinner.

My mom is insisting on cooking

Christmas dinner.

Hmm. Well, so, they cook it together?

Not a snowball's

chance in hell.

My mom does not play well with others,

especially in a kitchen where there's sharp objects.

Okay, so what do we do?

I think we have to elope.

What? What?

No. I mean, go off

alone, and spend the holidays

alone. Not alone.

Together, but alone.

Not other people there. Just you and I.

So you're suggesting

that we abandon our mothers on Christmas?

Their only children?

Yes?

That's actually not a bad idea.

Why do families have to complicate everything?

Oh, please. Wait till you're married with kids,

and you have two sets of grandparents

fighting over where you spend Christmas.

You know what? I'm just gonna be optimistic about this.

Maybe we get a big case,

and we have to work straight through the holidays.

No, no, no, no, no. I solved all my cases.

I will not be working during the holidays.

Oh, you're not working. No!

Ah, looks like you are now.

Oh, no, no, no, no. No.

Back to your cyber cave, Jingle Bells.

No, I'm not in the mood.

Go.

Be gentle.

Go!

Bah, humbug.

- Sam, he's cute! - It's ridiculous.

You broke his little elfin heart.

You better watch out on Christmas, Sam.

Santa's always watching.

It's kind of like Hetty.

Come to think of it, she does have an elfin quality,

and probably could fit down the chimney.

What are you looking at me for? Deeks said it.

Jason Lam was recently added

to the Homeland Security watch list.

Officially, he owned a furniture store,

but he was suspected of spying

for the Democratic People's Republic of Korea.

He was also killed this morning.

DPRK.

- Any leads? - Yeah.

Mike Hobbs, a convicted felon,

released from prison yesterday.

Is he a suspect?

Yeah, person of interest. Before Hobbs

was locked up, he and Lam did some business deals together.

He ran an import-export business moving goods out of Asia.

Now, it could be just a coincidence,

but even if Hobbs has nothing to do with Lam's death,

he may know someone who did.

What was Hobbs moving? Metals, diamonds, organs?

Handbags, actually. Oh.

About a half a mil counterfeit before the FBI busted him.

Maybe Lam was just trying to get a deal on a purse for his wife.

Or maybe she found out he got her a fake bag.

He also ran into traffic and was hit by a truck.

Sounds like a suicide to me. I can handle this one alone.

Hobbs is not dangerous, and if it involves

any North Korean spies, I'll call in for help.

I'll go with Callen. It's a two-man job.

Excuse me?

Uh, no, no. I mean, uh,

one man and an equally-capable woman