NCIS: Origins

My Grandma said you can keep using her shed.

She mentioned something about you building a boat.

You know he's only dating that Diane

because he can't take the thought of losing you.

-You're never home. -That's over. For months now.

-How's the family? -Oh, Shelly thinks divorce

is for people with more disposable income.

Cliff Wheeler.

He was the kind of guy that spent

a lot of time alone.

Alone in his big office with the door shut.

He spent a lot of time

alone at home, too.

Least, that's what I heard.

Even though I saw him every day back then,

he was kind of a mystery.

But from what I could tell, he didn't seem like the kind of guy

that liked being alone.

He seemed like the kind of guy that wanted to be heard.

-I'm not taking responsibility. -That is my fault?

-No. -That is your fault!

Seemed like even a "How was your day?"

Probably would have gone a long way.

But I never really heard anyone ask him things like that.

We asked him things about budget cuts and protocol,

but that probably only made him feel

more like what he already was.

A guy that didn't like being alone.

A guy that wanted someone to ask about his day

and care about the answer.

If Cliff Wheeler had somebody like that,

well, he probably would have been a whole new man.

You've been seeing him again.

We need to talk.

-Ready, and go. -No talking this time.

-Song! -Song! -Yes, okay.

-Uh... -Uh, little. Baby.

-"Baby Got Back." -"Baby Baby." -"Baby Love."

-"Be My Baby Tonight." -Is it a baby?

-Amy Grant. "Baby Baby." -"Baby Love," "Baby Love."

-Is it a baby? -Weasel!

Is it a baby?

-"Ice Ice Baby"? -Uh...

Do something else!

Seriously? The news said no more blackouts.

No, I heard this morning that if as this heat sticks around,

-blackouts are imminent. -I got some flashlights.

Hey, sit your ass down.

I made this whole blackout kit and I put it in your cabinet.

I'm gonna get us another round.

In case anyone was wondering,

it was "Sweet Child o' Mine."

Clearly, I was being a child.

Well, it looked like a rodent to me.

Hey. He really likes you.

I can see it on his face.

Yeah. I-I really like him, too.

Except I hate that he refuses

to show me his secret woodshed.

-It's a guy thing. -Oh, no, don't rope me in.

Okay. That's horribly exclusionary,

so I'm gonna change the subject

to Junie and how much

I psychotically love your dress.

-She made it. Mm-hmm. -What?

That's incredible.

My wardrobe's about to get so boring

if I get any of these corporate accounting jobs

I'm applying for.

No, you can be cute

-on the weekend. -Okay,

-are we doing this, or... -Yes! Quick,

before he changes his mind. Ready, go!

-Uh... -Movie.

Got to move your body, bud.

-Thumb. -What the hell is that?

Back to the Future.

-Yes. Yes. -What?! -Yes,

-yes! That was awesome! -Are you kidding me?

-I'm impressed. -Thank you.

What the...

You need a hand with something?

Uh, I forgot my razor.

Mary Jo said she'd be right down with one.

You never forget your grooming tools.

Yeah, well, I had a night last night.

Wife? You want to talk about it?

I can plug my ears if you want to talk about it.

-I don't want to talk about it. -Here you go.

What took you so long?

That's a horrible question to ask someone

who just moved heaven and earth to get you a grooming tool.

So, you know I have to leave for an hour this afternoon.

Dang blackout took out my oven.

-You love that oven. -I know.

Repair guy's coming at 2:30. I'm hoping he can fix it.

Hello, fair coworkers.

Your hair.

Oh, my God! You look hot, señorita.

Thank you. My curls kept getting caught in my helmet.

Plus, I rewatched, uh, Working Girl this weekend,

and, uh, you know how I love me some Tess McGill.

"If you want to be taken seriously,

you need serious hair."

I liked it how it was before.

Oh, come on, Cliff.

Get your head out your ass and give the woman a compliment.

No, it's okay, I don't need it.

What I need from you, sir, is a recommendation.

-For what? -Joint Criminal Intelligence Team.

Personnel from FBI, DEA, CID, NIS,

sharing information to take down bad guys.

It's happening in D.C.

They're looking for somebody to head it up.

Sounds right up your alley.

How long would you be gone for?

Well, it's a... it's a permanent assignment.

-What? -No, it's okay. You all can come visit me.

-Party in the U.S. capital. -You're trying to move

across the country and you didn't tell me?

Well, I didn't tell her yet, either,

but she looks pretty stoked.

Dominguez, let's roll.

Hey.

It's not even for sure yet.

You think she's really mad at me?

Yes.

Ooh. Gibbs!

-It's a hot one, eh? -Yeah.

Power's still out at my place.

Pager woke me up.

Yeah, last night was a blast, man.

Oh, Junie sent a gift for Diane.

Left it in the trunk. Hey.

You hear Vera got a haircut and might be moving to D.C.?

-What? -Morning, gentlemen.

The body is straight east,

behind the barracks, past the tree line.

Your people are already out there.

Victim was ID'd as a 21-year-old lance corporal.

Natasha Horvat.

She lived in this building.

-Any witnesses? -No.

Game warden came upon her body this morning

while he was doing his rounds.

She's counting on us! Go!

Save Mary Poppins!

What's going on over there?

They call themselves cougar crazies, sir.

You ever hear of Number Three?

Female cougar, lives here in the floodplain.

Couple months ago, a kid wandered off in the area,

broke his leg.

Rescuers said they saw this cougar watching over him.

Group of civilian delinquents found the story to be

-life-altering. -Cat groupies. Got it.

They get high, hop the fence,

try to catch a glimpse of Mary Poppins.

-That's the cat? -Yes, sir.

They call her that 'cause she looked after that kid.

...is not guilty!

The hell are they yelling about?

-Mary P. -Sorry,

-is not guilty! -I buried the lede.

The cougar killed your victim.

They don't want it to be euthanized.

We love you, Mary Poppins!

Cougar attacks on humans are rare,

but when hunting dries up,

they start showing up where they don't belong.

No trauma to the neck, though.

Quite the hoopla going on back there.

Yeah, those cougar crazies are a bunch of nutjobs.

They think Female Three floats around on an umbrella,

entertaining kids.

They got zero understanding of territorial behavior.

Doc Tango, Kent Price.

Game warden. How you doing?

So, what did you mean about the neck?

Well, you got your telltale dirt and leaves

to deter from scavengers,

but cougars suffocate their prey.

You think there'd be trauma around the neck.

Excuse me.

Can you help me out? I got to get to that transformer.

-Whoa. -Whoa. Hold up.

We need to clear the area first.

-Is the power out here? -Yeah, yeah.

Since yesterday.

Hey, is that one of those Whatever Weather pens

that can write in the rain and stuff?

Yeah, it is. Take it. They give them out to us.

Randy, quit stalling.

-We need to get them out of there. -Yeah.

I thought maybe if we waited over here,

the MPs would get it calmed down.

That's really their purview.

I don't like physical action in the heat.

I get rosy real fast.

I think it's calming down.