NCIS

Jackie...

wouldn't have wanted war breaking out over this either.

What do you need?

Revenge.

I would like your permission to travel to Europe to find Bodnar.

What are you waiting for? Take DiNozzo.

Bodnar's on Ziva's laptop. Trace it like the wind.

I know you blame me for your father's death, Ziva.

Is there anyone else to blame?

Told you I would find you, Ilan.

Is it over?

It's over.

Oh, I hate it when they cry. What'd you say to him?

I said it wasn't him; it was me.

That's original. It's true.

Me... didn't like him.

What was I supposed to say?

I prefer something a bit more subtle like...

"Oh, I hate the way you chew."

I did hate the way he chewed. Mm!

- And if they don't take the hint... - Get the hell away from me!

Sounds about right.

I saw you! Get away from me!

Stop! Aah!

- Hey! - Get off of me!

Who the hell are you? Who are you? Calm down!

I saw him! I saw him!

What do you want?! I don't know what you're talking about!

What do you want me to do?

Nothing.

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Well, hey, there.

Speedy Gonzales, huh?

You almost killed Marlon from Accounting.

I'm sorry, Tony.

I'm still getting used to how this thing drives.

And the world is...

still getting used to how you drive.

Where's the Mini?

Thought it was time to make a change.

You know, put the past behind.

Oh, well, that's gonna be...

harder than just buying a new car, you know.

Yes, I noticed.

So what's the plan with the Mini?

I sold it.

What?!

I told you if you ever

wanted to get rid of it, that-that I would take it.

Well, I didn't think you were serious.

What part of "I'm totally serious"

made you think that?

I'm sorry, Tony. I know you wanted the car,

but I just didn't think it was a good idea to sell it to you.

Why not?

Because I really liked my Mini. Me, too.

And I didn't want anything to happen to it.

What are you saying?

She's saying you're

a car killer.

What?! A car killer.

Everybody needs a hobby.

Your new ride, Ziva? Uh-huh.

Nice. Thanks.

Oh, by the way, my friend Terry,

loving your Mini.

- Oh. - Hey...

get in the car.

Where to, boss?

No, you and Ziva go up to the office.

We got it covered.

Hmm.

Base security responded to the assault.

I.D.'d the attacker as Petty Officer Third Class Evan Lowry.

They said he was raving like a madman when they arrived.

Demanded to speak with NCIS. About?

He said national security.

That guy was following me.

That's why I was chasing him.

No, you did more than chase him.

And how do you know he was following you?

Because everywhere I go, there he is.

When I finally confronted the guy, he ran.

Got away when those two leatherneck chicks

pulled me off him.

But it's not just him.

Someone's been going through my e-mail, too.

And how do you know that? Because

they're marking messages as read that I didn't read.

I think they've even been in my house,

they've been in my car...

I can smell the cologne.

They've even been in my trunk.

You have to help me.

I tried the cops. They thought I was crazy.

You said this was about national security.

That's right.

I work on a Navy destroyer.

Yes. As a...

cook.

Culinary Specialist.

Do you have any idea what would happen

if a case of E coli broke out in my galley?

It could disable the entire ship.

What if they're trying to infect me with something,

so that I infect the crew?

"They"? The people following me.

I think that maybe they're North Korean.

Right.

Are you on any medications?

No, I'm not on medications.

And would you stop scribbling in that notepad?

Hey!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

These people are driving me crazy.

But I am not crazy. You have to believe me.

It all started

two weeks ago, after I got mugged.

I see the same people everywhere I go.

I'm telling you, they're following me.

Boss?

They always...

What the hell is that?

It's a GPS tracking device.

He's not crazy. Someone is following him.

Let's go.

Petty Officer Evan Lowry,

24, just returned from a six-month deployment

on the U.S.S. Fitzgerald.

Where he worked as a cook. Culinary Specialist.

TDY?

Mess duty at Quantico, pending his next assignment.

He has no access to any sensitive material.

And no unusual

activity in his bank account.

Nothing worth mentioning, unless you consider

a sailor drinking like a sailor worth mentioning.

So why's he being followed?

Okay, then who is following him?

Lowry is in the conference room working with a sketch artist.

Abby's taking the GPS tracker apart.

Hopefully she can pull prints.

Then there's the mugging. Lowry said that, uh,

it all started after he was attacked.

Maybe the mugger is the one following him.

Eyewitnesses only gave a rough description.

And Lowry barely remembers the assault.

Police report says that he got a concussion

from a tire iron to the head.

Also says his backpack and cell phone were stolen.

That'd mean the mugger would know where he lived.

Think it's connected? I think it's our best lead.

Ziva, check out that sketch.

McGee, stolen cell phone, see if you can trace it.

Well, thieves usually wipe stolen cell phones

to make it harder to trace.

Can you trace it?

I can try.

Thank you.

If he's taken a photo and e-mailed it to anybody,

I can use the GPS coordinates from the EXIF data...

You do realize if you keep telling us how you do your job

then we're not gonna need you anymore?

Oh, got a hit.

Northwest DC.

Go!

No, this is totally unacceptable.

How long do we have to wait for the inquiry

into Ilan Bodnar's death?

Because we'd like

Sir... to get started with the debriefing.

So get someone from DoD-IG down here

so we can close the book on this damn thing.

When?

So where the hell is he?

Never mind. I found him.

I hope it's okay that your assistant

told me to wait in your office.

Richard Parsons, independent counsel

retained by the Inspector General.

I'm here for the... I know why you're here.

So get started.

Actually, I just got back on the red-eye.

I was gonna... go home,

shower, have some breakfast-- have you eaten yet?

I'll send for a sandwich.

A lot of paperwork to do. Well, great.

Most people don't like it, but without paperwork

the world would be... So, you'll get started then?

Immediately, if you want.

Just inform the team that I'm here.

Yes, Director?

Yes, um, find Agents DiNozzo and McGee please.

Of course.

Yes, thank you. You can start with them.

Relax, Director.

I'm just here to cross some T's and dot some I's.

I'll be as quick and painless as possible.

Never been on an actual DC stakeout before.