NCIS: Los Angeles

Let us know when you have a positive ID

on the White Ghost.

Yeah, I see him. Take the shot, Agent Blye.

We have a situation. Blye's missing.

They were engaged ten years ago.

And I sent Kensi

to be his executioner.

And your wife?

She was killed in a drone strike.

I just want to find my partner and go home.

Give me a name!

I'm really glad you're alive.

You told me you were in trouble.

Looks to me like you brought it with you.

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I saw that.

Saw what?

You looked at what I was writing.

Did not.

How you know what I'm writing isn't classified?

Since when is your grocery list classified, huh?

Don't try to guess, G.

Morning!

Morning. Morning.

Go ahead.

Now is the time. Please.

Guess what.

According to Sam, I'm not allowed to.

Just tell them. No, no. You can have the honors.

Go for it. Okay, fine, we're moving in together.

In fact, I'm moving in with Deeks.

This is true. What she's saying is her words that are truth.

That's great.

"Great."

Seriously, that's all you have to say?

"That's great"?

You, you don't have anything to say?

I thought you already were living together.

You guys, congratulations!

Oh, my gosh, this is so great.

When's the big occasion?

Well, not that big occasion. You know,

could be a little premature.

Not that I don't believe in you.

It's tonight. It's tonight.

And I'm very excited. Yep.

That's so cool. Congrats, guys.

Thank you. Your enthusiasm

means a lot to me. Us.

Aw, yeah, yeah.

Are you guys gonna get a puppy?

A little sibling for Monty.

They'd be so cute. Oh. No.

We weren't gonna get a puppy. Baby steps.

We're just gonna move in together.

No big deal.

Puppies are a big deal.

Well, uh, the final destination is, uh, Hetty's office.

That's a...

puppy-free zone.

Don't lose this,

Mr. Deeks.

These, uh, the keys to the Shelby Cobra?

You wish. You and Kensi

are now on protection detail.

That's Eric sending you

the address to one of my residences.

Great. Who are we protecting?

Time's wasting. Go.

You'll be relieving a very tired NCIS agent

already on duty.

Cryptic.

Okay.

Ms. Jones. Yes. Late last night,

cameras caught this car fleeing a downtown shootout.

That looks like a home security system.

And a good one. Oh, it is.

I bought that building

earlier this year.

Did you say you bought the building?

A modest building,

Mr. Hanna.

Henrietta Lange, slumlord.

One of my contacts was on his way

to see me last night, but the man in that car

tried to kill him.

The driver aborted the attack

after an unidentified shooter shot out the windshield.

My contact was to meet a man

named Sy Riggs.

When Mr. Riggs didn't show up,

my contact called me, worried,

and I told him to come meet me.

Sy Riggs works out

of an LA field office for a division

of Immigration Customs Enforcement.

He was recently sent to Afghanistan

to catalogue antiquities sites.

According to Intel I've received,

Mr. Riggs is very motivated

to sell this information to the highest bidder.

Homeland Security believes that

should terror groups get their hands on this list

of sites, they could potentially

loot the artifacts and then sell them on the black market

to raise funds for operations.

Well, digging this stuff up

would be better than blowing it up,

but either way it would be a huge loss

to history and culture.

- I'll say. - Where's Riggs now?

We don't know. He flew into LA

late last week on a flight from Kabul,

hasn't been seen since.

Cell phone? Turned off.

What about the shooter's car? Registered

to a Mabel Perkins of Garden Grove,

82 years old.

Kaleidoscope tracked the car to a nearby warehouse.

Ms. Jones,

you and Mr. Beale need to figure out

which antiquities dealers would be interested

in buying this list.

Will do.

Thank you.

And you're still here.

You still haven't told us

who your contact is.

Right.

Does she know?

No, but she's about to find out.

Wow.

Hetty has a knack for old buildings, evidently.

I got to be honest, not what I had in mind.

Four apartments per floor, three stories.

Looks pretty empty to me.

Smells empty. Hetty's probably its sole occupant.

She's probably thinking of flipping it.

You should help her.

Go into business with Hetty?

Are you serious?

You're the flipping expert. Why not?

First thing I'd do is lose these light fixtures,

adios to this wallpaper, cover that conduit,

put in some crown molding.

See this linoleum floor?

That's gone, because it's not 1971.

Just spitballing here.

Who is it?

Hetty sent us.

You guys took your time.

Come in.

Wow.

Yeah. Did not see this coming.

I'm beat. Been here all night.

I've been there. Where's our protectee?

Bedroom.

Not much of a talker.

All right, we'll take it from here. Go get some sleep.

Anything for Ms. Lange.

Thanks.

What do you think?

Hello, Kensi.

Deeks.

Jack?

Shooter's car

should be in there.

Mabel Perkins, 82 years old.

The name Mabel doesn't exactly sound threatening to me.

Neither does the name Henrietta.

You have a point.

Why does Hetty always do that?

You mean withholding stuff from the team?

She could've told Kensi and Deeks who they're protecting.

Maybe it was classified.

I didn't say it was classified.

I said it was personal. Hetty's contact

was personal.

Mine wasn't work-related.

Eh, it kind of was.

Oh, so you did read it. I only saw one name.

I promise. Doesn't matter.

You won't be able to figure out what I was working on anyway.

Name was Elwain Spencer.

Let's see. Spencer worked on a DoD contracting case

for us about two years ago.

He's a robotics expert for the Under Secretary of Defense.

He's about your age.

Robotics, engineering.

I'm gonna guess he likes math.

He's one of your mathlete buddies, isn't he?

You were planning a mathlete reunion.

I'm right, aren't I?

I am so right!

You got lucky.

Uh-huh.

I got lucky twice.

Look at that.

Someone's gonna have to tell Mabel she needs a new car.

Coming into my house uninvited?