NCIS

My course, my win.

Remind me what you navy boys are good at again?

Kicking army's ass.

Giving up already? Hang on a second.

What's this doing here?

I don't know.

Whoa.

Yo, come on, man, let's go.

Not yet.

Weird.

Navy... Huh?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Those are none of your business.

Those belong to McGee.

They're funny. They're private.

They're self-help cds.

McLonely hearts ordered 'em.

Download your destiny...

three easy payments of $19.95 each.

Satisfaction guaranteed

or your money back.

Maybe McGee is already satisfied.

Maybe there's an Easter Bunny, too. Tony...

Man: Anyone can achieve their fullest potential.

Who we are might be predetermined,

but the path we follow is always of our own choosing.

Oh, my God, turn that off.

I love this guy.

Sort of a poor man's shatner.

We should never allow our fears or the expectations of others

to set the frontiers of our destiny.

I've heard enough.

Maybe you're the one who needs a little self-help.

Well...

See, that's

Where you're wrong, Ziva.

I'm already enlightened.

I know exactly who I am.

It may not be pretty,

but I am DiNozzo, hear me roar.

Like an elephant?

Grab your gear.

We got a dead civilian doctor on naval academy grounds.

Gunshot.

Get out of his desk.

Getting out of his desk, boss.

Where's McGee? We do not know.

Maybe little Timmy missed the short bus.

Find him.

I'll find him, and for being late, he's buying coffee.

Here you go, sir.

Uh, you sure this is mine? This seems

like a lot for my order. Yep.

And i... it was just phoned in.

Thanks.

Can I help you with that?

Me?

Uh, no, no, I'm, I'm okay, thanks.

Be careful.

Don't want to burn yourself.

I'm a, I'm a trained professional.

I can tell.

Um, I think I've seen you here before.

I'm Amanda.

Uh, sorry.

I'm, uh, I'm Tim.

Do you live around here or...?

I go to grad school.

I just... I come here to work sometimes.

Um...

I've got a ring in my front left pocket.

Could you help me out?

You... the phone? Yes,

uh, phone, sorry.

Oh, um...

Let me just...

Sorry.

Yeah, Tony, what is it?

We got a call out, Magoo.

Yeah, I know, I'm coming.

With the coffees?

Yes, with the coffees.

Did you get my pastry?

Yes, I got your pastry.

Well, what's taking you so long?

Are you leaving now? Uh-huh.

Get a McMove on. Thanks, you can...

Right.

Um, I have to run.

I heard.

Uh...

Would you maybe want to get some coffee together

one morning with me?

Yeah, um, sure.

Okay, um, here... is my number.

Call me.

Hmm, speed-dial.

The sooner the better.

Right, see you.

Bye.

License and registration indicate

the victim is a guy named Dr. Elan Cirreux.

Family?

Divorced, no kids.

Owns a practice here in D.C. and also in Paris.

I'm here, boss.

So nice of you to make it, Tim.

No excuses, won't happen again.

Danish in the car?

Scone. Chocolate?

Blueberry.

I could tell you were with somebody, you know.

Think I don't see that little glint

in your eye, spring in your step?

Spill, probilicious.

What's her name? Spill.

I'm gonna get to work now.

Gibbs,

checking prints with the mobile AFIS.

So far, nothing other than Cirreux's, and...

the surgical instruments used were wiped clean,

but I did find some strands of surgical threads

on the carpet.

Doc worked on somebody.

So why here and not in a hospital?

Because the patient didn't want

to be seen, that's why.

Director.

I saw the PD report.

Details I've come across before.

I wanted to see for myself.

Copycat?

That would be a relief.

Why would the director come to a crime scene?

I don't know,

but he's here at this one.

You know, Jethro,

based on the significant blood loss...

Director...

This is a surprise.

What do you got, doctor?

Well, I can't confirm it

till I get him back to autopsy,

but it seems to me that the killer

intentionally shot his victim in such a way

that he slowly bled out.

You mean, they wanted it to be painful?

Well, torturous is more like it.

The victim fell back into the brush

but later on was turned over

so a second bullet could be delivered

into the base of the skull.

Severing the brain stem.

Both shots fired with uncanny precision.

You've seen this before.

It's her signature.

She always delivers a second shot to finish the job.

Who is she?

Lee Wuan Kai, a North Korean operative.

She was just in Los Angeles.

I read the report.

Kai was wounded and then disappeared.

I'm convinced she's here now.

And why Cirreux?

Kai was pretty badly hurt.

She must have gotten some medical attention,

traveled to D.C.

Probably carjacked the doctor,

forced him to treat her, and then she killed him.

A lot of theorizing.

You questioning me?

No.

You chase somebody for almost 20 years,

you start to think like 'em.

In some ways, I know Kai better than I know myself.

Coincidence, huh?

Maybe.

You think finding this body in my jurisdiction

is coincidence?

Director?

Find Kai.

We're on it.

She'll use deadly force.

So should you.

Lee Wuan Kai, North Korean assassin,

one-time fanatical nationalist,

credited with 27 targeted hits

in seven countries, dozens more by association.

She likes quiet walks on the beach,

laughing with friends, and playing frisbee

with her cocker spaniel Rufus.

It does not say that.

Well, it might as well.

Look at those come-hither eyes, those perfect

kiss-me-now lips.

No wonder Vance is obsessed.

Kai's killing me and I'm just looking at her.

You and Kai are probably a lot more alike than you think.

I do not follow.