NCIS: Origins

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I ain't letting this guy get away

- with what he done to you. - Let it go.

We go to your guy at the FBI,

we ask him what the chatter is.

I just went to my guy.

- For your thing, Mike. - FBI. Let us through.

They got a tip that one of his victims saw him coming out

of a laundromat in Oceanside, middle of the night.

I know I promised you that I would stop going after him,

but I can't.

I can't be with you anymore.

Tish was staying in her uncle's guest room.

She kept her boxes packed.

She gave her clients Tango's address

and cut their hair in his kitchen.

She went to bed, woke up

and did it all over again.

She knew she couldn't stay in that house forever.

But something was holding her there.

Franks invented ways in his hed

for the two of them to start over.

But he'd broken her trust.

And he knew things could never be the same.

He went to the office and worked the cases.

He went to bed, woke up

and did it all over again.

We didn't know exactly why she left,

but we all knew she was gone.

We didn't talk about it, thoug,

'cause it was clear he didn't want to.

They had things to remember each other by.

But there were so many other things that were gone.

It was like someone dying.

Grandma's gone.

This is the start of us remembering her.

Tish.

Grandma's still here in her own way.

You know that, don't you?

Was it yesterday she died,

or the day before?

The days are all blurry in my head.

You were a tiny thing when you were born.

Very premature.

Uncle T...

What?

Sometimes you need to hear a story again.

Your parents were scared to name you

because they didn't know if you'd survive.

But Grandma put an end to that nonsense.

She named you Tishmal,

which means "hummingbird..."

In Payómkawichum.

Hummingbirds are the smallest birds in the world...

but they can carry three times their body weight.

Pound for pound,

they're stronger than eagles.

Tishmal.

The days are all blurry in my head.

Dresser's empty.

You can unpack,

stay as long as you need.

Thank you.

She knew she couldn't stay in that house forever.

But something was holding her there.

She didn't know how to fix it,

she didn't know how to change it,

but something was keeping the hummingbird

from flying away.

When they retreated,

they had set fire to the oil wells.

There was so much smoke, you couldn't see.

And the smell of the oil was so strong,

you could taste it.

Like hot plastic.

Anyway, last week, I went camping with the family.

My son wanted s'mores...

...so I made us a little fire.

And my son's sitting there, looking up at me, you know,

"Aren't s'mores good, Daddy?"

But all I can taste is oil.

And I'm lying to him.

"Yeah.

Tastes great."

People always think that it's flashbacks or dreams.

Sometimes the worst is how it hits you when you're awake.

Everyone's living life, and...

you're just pretending not to taste oil.

What do you think, Leroy?

Oh, uh...

I'm just here to listen.

Are you sure?

I got to go. Sorry.

Hey.

It's, uh, pretty gruesome, so you know.

Victim was found burned in her car last night.

The janitor from the office building next door

saw the fire, called it in.

We get an ID?

Took a while for the cops to get their act together

and run the plates.

They're a match for a missing person report

for a Sergeant Joan Lewis.

Worked in the MEF admin building, 32 years old.

Franks said this place is pretty close to your apartment.

He thought you'd beat us here.

I, uh, had a thing.

And we're thinking, what?

Guy sets her on fire, she can't get out of the car?

No. Fire was set postmortem,

I'm guessing to get rid of evidence.

Atypical body position is due to a cadaveric spasm.

You gonna tell me what that is?

A rare type of rigor mortis

that can happen when a person dies under extreme duress.

It preserves the body in its exact position

at the time of death.

If the fire didn't kill her, then what did?

Trachea is severed.

Assailant slit her throat.

She fought like hell, though.

Tried to stop the blade with her hand.

Looks like she held it, even.

Your murder weapon

is a serrated knife.

No sign of it?

I searched the trunk.

Nothing in there but a few blankets.

And this.

Looks like a gym bag, maybe.

It's burnt to a crisp.

Looks like some clothes here.

Sweatpants?

She was unclothed from the waist down.

And, uh, blood here.

Indications are...

she was raped.

What about her ID?

Her name is Joan Lewis.

- I told you... - Her license, Dominguez.

Was it in the car or did he take it?

Haven't seen it.

Everything in this bag's a melted mess.

Mike. A word?

What?

One in four women are victims of rape.

Statistically speaking...

- In a parking garage? - Mike...

One in four women are raped in a parking garage

within ten miles of each other?

He takes their licenses, Doc. This is him.

He did this.

The same son of a bitch that hurt Tish.

You don't know that.

You need to keep your head.

She eatin'?

What?

She's staying with you, ain't she?

You making sure she's eating?

Yeah.

Well, you focus on that.

I'll focus on this.

Okay, Dalton, you're gonna see a big red barn

on your right.

That's Sunshine Lane, that's where you hang a left.

There is no barn.

Are you looking at a map?

Dalton, I know what I'm talking about.

Look to your right, there's a red barn.

There is no barn, Mary Jo. Sunshine Lane?

Is that what you said?

There is no barn.

I need you to get me Noah Oakley from the FBI on the line.

Give me a sec, somebody let Dalton out of the basement.

Uh... that's your victim.

Mary Jo, where the hell am I?

I need Oakley on the line now.

He's FBI. Should be in Wheeler's rolodex.

It's Wheeler's contact?

Should I let him know you're calling the guy?

No.

Mary Jo, the hell'd you go?

Damn it, there is no barn,

Mary Jo. Are you hearing me?

Where the hell is Sunshine Lane?

Oakley.

Agent Franks.

I'm shocked Wheeler gave you my private line.

Usually, he's possessive.

Yeah, look, a case came across my desk.

Heard through the grapevine you might have something similar.

Oh, yeah?

Serial rapist.

Guy attacks women getting into their cars.

One was in a parking garage.

That particular vic was a Native girl.

Uh, name's...

..."Trish" something.

Tishmal Kwá'la.

Wheeler requested some info on that a while back.