Let's move! Let's go!
Get those VA's on!
Pull it two and a half, let's get ready to roll.
Davis, get those utilities turned off.
Quickly! Move it!
I'm on it, sir!
We're in front! You take the back!
Scotty, you're with me! Let's move!
Let's go.
You two spread out.
Clear the bedrooms, I'll take the kitchen.
We'll cover this side here.
All right! I'm going right!
Every damn time.
False alarm, fellas!
Just another over cooked bird.
Or something.
Tough to tell after six hours in the...
...oven.
Double Americano for Thom.
Aren't you Thom?
Yes. Thank you. Sorry.
Must need that badly. Don't even recognize your own name.
Medium mocha coming up.
It's... my other name.
- Two names? - Well, two jobs.
It's Thom when I'm writing.
Not that I've actually written anything in weeks.
Writer's block?
Creative stifling.
I am crumbling under the pressure of expectations.
You're Thom E. Gemcity.
Your photo's on the back cover. I loved Deep Six.
Thanks.
Landon. Thank you.
Can't wait to see what happens next.
You and me both.
Two weeks until my deadline, I'm stuck here in Chapter Seven.
Well, could be worse.
How's that?
Could be Chapter Six.
Okay, we got a half-caf percent latte and a medium double decaf...
McGee.
- And there you go. - Yeah.
- The other job. - Good luck.
Ferris Bueller's Day Off...
John Hughes masterpiece.
Now, there's a guy who didn't have time for writer's block, probie.
Sixteen Candles, Uncle Buck, The Breakfast Club.
I do not have...
...I'm just struggling to find out the most efficient way to tell my next story.
Now, do you think Hughes writes on a computer
or does he use an old-fashioned typewriter, like you?
Well, I'm sure he uses a computer, Tony. Most write do.
You ever consider converting?
I don't think that's the reason for my...
Were you gonna say writer's block?
I like my typewriter.
But it doesn't Iike you.
It's a classic tale of unrequited love between a boy and his machine.
You can use that if you want. But remember you got to have a love story.
I can see the poster already.
The house is leased to Petty Officer Darren Cove.
No roommates, but according to the neighbors, he's rarely alone.
I can tell. Got a fridge full of beer.
No hard alcohol.
Except for this.
If smells could kill, I think we just found our murder weapon.
I'm more concerned with where they came from.
Neighbors said this was a notorious party house.
Maybe someone brought in the mixers.
Then they left with them, too.
Seems like a lot of effort for a couple of drinks.
Wasted effort.
The blood search at the Ping-Pong table.
Beer-pong.
This is tragic, don't tell me you've never played beer-pong before, probie.
What did you do at MIT?
Studied.
That figures. Beer-pong is a drinking game,
the object of which is to take the Ping-Pong ball,
and try and get it into the other team's cups.
Show me how it's done.
This is a crime scene, not a frat house.
You hearing voices, probie?
Figured you saw Gibbs coming.
I just don't think this is the time or the place to showcase my beer-pong skills.
What?
Seems out of character.
Yeah, yeah.
No, you may not use me to get over your writer's block.
McGee has writer's block? No, McGee does not.
Just do what you did last time... write about us.
Okay, I've told you guys a million times, the book is not about you.
No, of course not... it's about Special Agent Tommy.
And Officer Lisa.
DiNozzo!
And L.J. Tibbs.
Get this.
Looks like McGee wasn't the only writer here today.
Bag it.
Petty Officer Cove joined the Navy three years ago, right out of high school.
His CO says he's a little immature, but basically a good kid.
Good kid with a criminal record.
Since enlisting, he's been arrested twice,both misdemeanors.
Public intox in '04, and a noise ordinance violation last July.
"Works to live, and lives to party".
His... CO's words.
Guys in his command call him Darren "Diddy" Cove.
Why?
It's a reference to Sean Diddy Combs.
The Puff Man, P Diddy.
Rap impresario. Went out with J-Lo.
Petty Officer Cove was on duty yesterday.
Left the base at 1800, hasn't been seen since.
And neither has his blue Ford Ranger.
Should be in his garage, but it's not.
Which means lis attacker took it.
went Petty Officer Cove for a drive.
With that amount of blood loss, it's doubtful he was conscious.
If it was all his blood.
Well, Abby'll tell us, because Cove's blood sample is in his medical records.
I'm gonna go check the BOLO, see if he's got a hit on the pickup.
That's not necessary, McGee.
Norfolk Police just found it abandoned along Highway 5.
I've noticed oversized dice like these in numerous vehicles.
Do they serve a purpose?
Hello?
Tony?
- What? - Do they serve a purpose?
Fuzzy dice... pretty good redneck indicator.
Other than that, no, they don't serve a purpose.
Got a lot more blood back here, boss.
Think this was used to cover the body?
Yeah. Or bodies.
Yeah, Abs... I'm listening.
McGee, you look like you've seen a goat.
Ghost. "Seen a ghost".
Yeah.
Do you know what déjà vu is?
Bien sûr. My French is better than my English.
Right.
So...
What?
- The déjà vu. - I can't place it.
By any chance, did you start dating someone, McGee?
Dating? Please, I spend every spare minute I have writing.
Hang on a second. McGee.
Get this towed back to lockup. Yeah, go on, Abs.
Abby's got something.
Watch out! It's Halloween at Coyote Ugly, Piper Perabo.
Oh, if you like that one, you're gonna love this.
It's a, uh, it's a Sciuto original.
I like to call it "Bottoms Up".
I had no idea you were a bartender, Abby.
Well, my Uncle Teddy used to own a bar on Canal Street,
and I used to bartend there on the weekends.
The case, Abby?
But, Gibbs, you haven't even seen my famous Fire Bomb.
It can wait.
So, uh, I tested the blood that was in Petty Officer Cove's house.
Most of it was his, but one sample did not match.
It could've been from a prior accident or an altercation at one of his parties.
- Or it could be the killer's. - I also ran...
the prints from our mystery cocktails.
One half of our drinking duo was definitely Petty Officer Cove.
- The other half? - Well, it's a work in progress, Gibbs.
Tell me you have more than this, Abby.
Have I ever let you down? Don't answer that.
I'm using my mass spectrometer to break down the molecular structure
of the cocktails in question.
- Guessing that's where all these come in. - Well, you guessed correctly.
I think I've made over 100 delightful beverages trying to find...
the match.
The weirding is, this baby isn't in any bartending guide anywhere.
It's made out of Jagermeister...
Cherry soda, vanilla vodka, lemon juice and a splash of Tabasco.
It's called a "Hairy Hangover. "
And you came to know this how, McGee?
I created it.
Our missing petty officer is a character in my next book.
"Cameron Meyer is a good old boy from Northern Virginia.
"He was born with not much, raised with even less.
"All he wants out of life is a good girl and a great truck.
"As of yesterday, he's halfway there.
"He dropped his life savings on a blue Ford Ranger".
- That's it? - Tony, it's all here.
The fuzzy dice, the cinnamon rolls, red track jacket.
Petty Officer Cove is Cameron Meyer.
But how is that possible, McGee?
My writing isn't entirely fiction. Okay.
My stories are, but sometimes I base my characters on people I...
Work with.
See. People I see.
You've seen Petty Officer Cove before?
Every morning at my coffee shop.
But how come you didn't recognize his photograph?
He only uses the drive-through.
To me, he's just the large coffee with acinnamon roll guy in the blue pickup.
I never saw his face.
Whoa, whoa, wait-wait a minute. Back up.
Your coffee shop has a drive-through?
That's... That's not important.
Just because you based your character on a person who is missing,
does not necessarily mean the two of them are related, McGee.
Yeah, it does.
You created the drink.
Made it up about a month ago.
How did two glasses of it get from your head to inside Petty Officer Cove's house?
Someone's read your book.
Your papers under lock and key?
Well, I sent my publisher a copy a couple weeks ago, but,
- you know, I'm sure she... - Address.
Boss, there's more.
After Deep Six hit the stores,
my publishing firm received a ton of e- mails addressed to Thom E. Gemcity.
Tons?
Most of them are autograph requests or feedback on the novel,
but in the last couple weeks, my publisher says that we've gotten
some really weird letters, borderline obsessive.
I didn't say anything because I assumed they were harmless.
DiNozzo, with me.
McGee, you stay here with Ziva. Start going through your book.
- What exactly am I looking for? - Answers, McGee.
Miss Crawshaw will be with you shortly.
Oh, you got to be kidding me.
Is there anything else I can get you while you wait?
- Yeah, a barf bag. - I'm sorry.
Todd,
black tea, lemon, crab salad,
arugula.
You're Timothy's people.
A few weeks ago, he sent you a draft of his next book?
Partial. It wasn't finished yet
Yeah, it still isn't, is it?
How many of your people here have read the book?
Zero.
No one in my agency has access to advance material without the writer's consent.
Except you.
Writers are notoriously insecure. Soft, even.
Well, thatoesn't sound like our little Timmy McGee, does it?
Whether they ask for it or not, I provide coddling, prodding, protection.
Anything it takes to keep those elusive muses singing.
Agent...?
Gibbs.
Here we go. Rock Hollow:
The Continuing Adventures of L.J. Tibbs.
How is this connected with your investigation?
A person's missing. We believe it's related to the contents of that book.
Guess I just made myself your prime suspect.
Sounds about right.
I may be the only one in the firm who's read it, Agent Gibbs, but
I can guarantee you I'm not the only one in the city.
McGee hasn't given the book to anyone else, Miss Crawshaw.
Obsessed fans always find a way to get material early.
They dig through trash, hack computers,
anything short of writing it themselves.
And believe me, Timothy has some of the craziest fans I've ever seen.
Yeah, we know about the letters.
Yeah, there are three that stand out. Todd, bring me those three...
Gemcity letters?
No return addresses.
Each one's stranger than the last.
I bet the psychopath you're looking for is somewhere in that envelope.
What makes you think we're looking for a psychopath?
Don't you read crime novels?
There are always psychopaths.
"I am sending this letter to express my gratitude
"for the literary gift you've given me.
"The majesty of your writing is far beyond
anything this planet has ever seen".
A rave review.
Rave, indeed, Jethro.
Yeah. In fact, it's quite possible that Michael
is Timothy's greatest admirer.
Admirer, or stalker, Duck?
At this point, I'd say he is no mediate threat to himself or anyone else.
At this point?
Well, one does not become a predatory stalker overnight, Jethro.
The mind typically goes through three stages.
This letter, strange as it may seem, is only at stage one...
the attraction stage.
And the other two?
Well, on the surface this letter, written by Andrew,
would appear more normal,
but phrases like "I breathe for your words"
and "you need me", might suggest...
Otherwise.
Yeah, because of that sense of desperation,
I categorized that letter as stage two...
obsession.
What's stage three?
Well, read for yourself.
"I know you think of me often, just as I think of you.
Please don't make me do something we'll both regret".
Now, that letter as an aggressive, and threatening tone.
For that reason, it falls into the final stage...
destruction.
Three letters. Three stages.
I know what you're thinking, Jethro, but it's no coincidence.
Although the letters may appear to be very different,
the writing style is nearly identical in all three.
The same person wrote all three.
And judging by the postmarks, the letters were written and sent over
a period of several weeks. During which time,
the writer became increasingly delusional.
Motive?
I can't say for certain,
but I'd say the answers can be found in Timothy's new book.
The writer believes
that Timothy's fiction is very much real.
Tony, you about...
Done.
So?
I'm confused.
This isn't a critique, okay?
We're trying to find something useful...
Confused by what?
The plot, the back story,
pretty much everything.
The whole thing doesn't make sense.
Ziva, what about you?
Not as confused as Tony.
Well, I haven't finished it yet. It's just a rough draft.
Very rough.
I'm sorry, McGee.
Who's the killer, anyway?
I don't know yet.
It's your problem, I mean you always have to know
It's your problem where your story is going. That's Fiction Writing 101.
Not the way I choose to write, Tony.
And he wonders why he has writer's block.
Can we focus on the problem here?
We've got a missing person and our only lead is my book.
Well, that's not much of a lead.
She's right. We don't even know how the book factors in.
We do now.
The letters were written by the same person.
He thinks the book is real.
And believes Petty Officer Cove is a part of it.
It means we're going to have to go everywhere he's been.
Well, we've already done that, though. His home, work, hang out spots.
I'm not talking about Petty Officer Cove.
I'm talking aboutyour good old boy... with the pickup truck.
Cameron Meyer.
High Side Creek, where Cameron goes to clear his head.
Thematically, this location is very important, boss.
You've been saying the same thing all morning, McGee.
Spread out.
Why would Cameron come to a picnic area to think?
In his book, it's not a picnic area. It's his favorite fishing hole.
- Thank you, Ziva. - Don't you think it's kind of a cliché
to have your character alone, staring into the serene wilderness?
No. If it was, I wouldn't have written it, Tony.
I mean, knowing Cameron, if he was bummed out,
wouldn't he just go to the Wing Shack with his buddies, and toss back a few brews?
Or talk to a priest?
Don't forget that he's very religious, now that his father died.
Good point.
No, it isn't.
Cameron keeps his emotions bottled up.
When he's upset, he comes here. Afterwards, he always feels better.
Not always.
That's him.
That's Petty Officer Cove.
Then who is this?!
That's Jared Brenner.
That's another character from my book.
Two bodies, both with nearly identical
stab wounds in the chest and abdomen.
It appears that Petty Officer Cove may have put up a bit of a struggle.
Note the remnants of skin tissue and blood under the fingernails.
Both men have been deceased for less than 24 hours.
That is not all they hav in commun, Ducky.
They're also both characters in McGeek's next book.
Yes. From what I hear, Timothy, in your next novel,
L.J. Tibbs has a love interest.
Yes. I hear that it's an Army...
Ducky, I don't think we need to talk about that.
Army what?
McGee?
Lieutenant.
Colonel.
Lieutenant colonel.
You got a murder weapon, Duck?
Yes, well, that's where things get interesting, Jethro.
Cove wounds are circular, about one inch in diameter.
- Javelin. - Javelin.
Chapter Four.
My characters Cameron Meyer and Jared Brenner...
they murder a convenience store clerk to cover up an extortion.
Javelin. Believe it or not.
That is for what they were originally intended, Anthony.
A javelin as a modern-day murder weapon.
I applaud your creativity, McGee.
Of course, well... given the circumstances...
Oh, dear.
Now I'm gonna have to read his new book.
Petty Officer Darren Cove and Adrian Corbett, the inspiration
behind two of McGee's characters: Cameron Meyer and Jared Brenner.
- Any other connection? - Not that we've found.
Corbett worked as a valet at Alfonso's Steakhouse.
Your favorite.
That's how I got to know him.
For my book, I borrowed his physical details... the nose ring,
birthmark on the face and the neck.
What was his job?
Valet at a steakhouse.
But I did change the name of the restaurant.
From Alfonso's to Alfredo's.
Don't need to be Sherlock Holmes to figure that one out.
The note from Petty Officer Cove's apartment.
"One down, two to go". Means the killer's not finished.
How many more of your characters did you base on real people?
How many?
Just the team.
You. Tony, Ziva, everyone.
You happy, Tony? I finally admitted it.
- I based both my novels on you. - That means we're all potential targets.
- Boss, I'm sorry. - Ducky, Abby, Palmer...
24-hour security detail until we find this psycho.
27 javelins sold in the DC area in the past six months.
21 were paid for by credit cards,
all by track coaches and athletic directors.
What about the last six?
Cash transactions.
- Yeah. Gibbs. - Got them for you, Gibbs.
Got it, Abs. We'll be right down. Go, go.
Not you.
Two men are dead because of me, boss.
You got a javelin, McGee?
No, but I own a typewriter.
It's a typewriter, not a shotgun.
It cost two men their lives because I based my fictional book on real people.
Then put these on.
You just confessed, right?
Not exactly.
There's no mid ground, McGee.
You either put on the cuffs or you find who's responsible.
- How? - This guy's inside your head.
- You get inside his! - Boss, it's not that simple.
- I still don't even know what my story is. - You figure it out, McGee!
You write the ending to this or the killer will!
Well, McGee feels bad enough.
Only makes it worse that he admitted it.
It was no secret he was writing about us.
Oh, come on. It's not about us.
I mean, the whole part about Lisa and her broken heart.
The moment she keeps from her relationship that never had a chance to happen.
Yeah, whe's he getting that? Or the scene between Lisa and Tommy
where they pool out their hearts to each other and spill their secrets?
When he tries to explain the profound nature of his identity crise.
Yeah. I mean, the hidden struggle between who he is and what he's becoming.
- I don't even know what that is. - Yeah, totally unrealistic.
Would never happen.
What do you got, Abs?
Three hours sleep.
My apartment flooded last night.
Did you know tt trying to flush voodoo dolls down the toilet is a bad idea?
I do now.
- Where's Gibbs? - He's chomping up McGee.
Chewing.
So a little birdie told me that both of you
have read the first half of McGee's new book.
A little birdie?
And don't even ask because I will not reveal my source even if you torture me.
- Ducky? - Yes!
All right, let's hear it.
Hear what?
The book. At the end of Deep Six,
goth forensic specialist "Amy Sutton",
she broke up with her boyfriend because she was digging somebody else.
Who's the somebody else?
Oh, yeah...
Yeah, that part really didn't come up yet.
Yeah, I think he's planning on revealing it,
you know, the second part of the book.
You guys are so lying.
He's gay!
The somebody else! I had a feeling
'cause Amy always wants what Amy cannot have.
- Does she know? - Know what?
Forensic specialist Amy, she fell in love with a gay guy, Gibbs.
- That why I'm here? - No.
Then Amy's on her own.
We'll talk later.
I ran the blood samples that we pulled off the two bodies.
Petty Officer Cove had unidentified lood on his right forearm and hand.
It matched the blood from his house.
Our killer's DNA.
I'm no investigator, but odds a you're right.
- That's good work, Abs. - I also checked
Petty Officer Cove's Gord Ranger and Thom E. Gemcity's c-mail for prints.
- C- mail? - Yeah, it's like cuckoo mail.
No, no, no, I just made it up. Nothing on the truck.
All the latent prints belong to Petty Officer Cove.
But on the c-mail, there's dozens of different prints.
Well, that makes sense 'cause paper mail gets processed through post offices,
- delivery trucks, mailrooms. - Exactly.
The's still one spot that only the sender touches.
The back of the stamp. You pulled a print?
Not only did I pull a print, I already got a match.
Todd Ryder, arrested last year for possession of marijuana.
Looking for something Timothy?
I'm just looking.
Petty Officer Cove...
.. wasn't just a partier.
I called his elderly parents.
Visited them every day for two hours.
This guy,
Adrian Corbett,
he just got married.
Yes,
I took off his wedding ring.
Not quite the notorious playboy I made him out to be?
Appearances can be deceptive.
Every single word I wrote was wrong.
No, every word you wrote was fiction.
That's why they call them "characters".
But they are not just characters in book.
They're real people...
and real families.
Were.
I sympathize with the way you feel, Timothy...
...but you are not to blame for any of this.
Tell them that.
Todd!
Oh, God.
Look out!
What do you call that?
Running, I think.
Todd! Hey!
Where's his car?
Where's his car?!
Employee lot around back.
Get out of the building! They know!
They're chasing me!
You should've left the top down.
Put your hands on top of your head.
Nice of you to join us, DiNozzo.
I thought I was gaining ground.
He got a very unorthodox running style.
It's very effective, though.
Not effective enough.
I didn't want to do it.
I told her it was a bad idea.
I actually trusted her.
There was no way you could have known, McGee.
Ziva's right, probie, it's not your fault.
But if you evenn think about writing a third novel, I'll kill you.
When Abby finds out who her character really fell in love with,
you will already be dead.
I have been sitting here half the night, Agent Gibbs.
What am I beg charged with?
Tampering with a federal investigation.
That's ridiculous. I've answered every question you've asked.
Resisting arrest.
I told you already, I wasn't running.
I was late for an appointment.
And murder.
You think I murdered someone.
Their names are Petty Officer Darren Cove and Adrian Corbett.
Never heard of them.
Okay.
Well, how about Cameron Meyer and Jared Brenner?
- Have you heard of them? - I think so.
They're characters in Tim's next book.
A book someone is killing over.
Too bad you can't findthem.
I think we have.
- You wrote the letters. - What?! Why would I...?
Todd gave you up.
He said you told him to mail the letters back to the agency.
Well, I can explain.
Well, I sure hope so.
I wrote the letters, but only to create a bigger buzz.
Stalkers mean more press. More press means increased revenue.
You made up a stalker to sell more books?
Yes, I did.
She's lying.
If she is, she's quiet good.
She publishes fictional novels for a living, Ziva.
She knows how to tell a good story.
I'm with Ziva.
This woman lives to sell books.
Look, it may sound unorthodox, but I do one interview
about those letters and Gemcity's book sales jump to the roof.
I didn't think he needed that help.
Well, there's no such thing as enough sales.
What I did might be wrong, but there's no way I could ever kill anyone.
Why should I believe you?
Those letters were a strategic business move.
I would do anything to help my client sell more books.
Anything.
Well played, boss. You get her in round two?
I won't be a round two, DiNozzo.
- She didn't break. - I know. I was there.
She didn't do it, did she?
She's your publisher. You tell me.
I think she's telling the truth.
That makes two of us.
I compared Crawhaw's DNA to the mystery blood pulled off of Petty Officer Cove.
She did not do it.
I read this a thounsand time and I have come up with nothing.
Then maybe we should spitball ideas and see what sticks.
What? Did I say it wrong?
No, you got that right.
No, that's good. So start with what we know.
Campfire.
Well, we know there's killer on the loose.
One down, two to go. And he's already killed number two.
In your book, Cameron Meyer and Jared Brenneronly have two things in common.
They extorted money and both murded a convenience store clerk.
Maybe the killer was seeking revenge for the clerk's death.
No. The clerk's a throway character. I didn't even bother to name him.
Besides, the stalker letters are fake, so we don't even know that he's delusional.
He murdered two characters from a work of fiction, McGee.
Ok, so he's probably delusional,
but that doesn't mean he's looking for revenge.
You've got to have a motive, probie.
Well, I am not convinced that the answer is in my book, Tony.
Maybe the answer is in how he got the book.
He dinitely didn't get it from Crawshaw.
She'd never do anything to jeopardize sales.
It means he got it from you.
- But I keep everything locked up. - It wasn't a question.
It's you or Crawshaw.
Trust your instincts, Tim. They're usually right.
Take the lead on this one. All we can do is assist.
Okay.
From the beginning...
page one.
I'd say we played that one nicely, boss. The whole good guy, bad guy technique.
- DiNozzo. - Yeah?
Assist.
Hold the elevator!
I am using muscle I didn't even know I had.
No wonder you only got to chapter six.
Chapter seven.
It's jazz. Helps me clear my mind.
Coltrane is jazz, McGee.
This is a soundtrack to a bad '70s porno shot in the San Fernando Valley.
I'm just trying to reenact every detail of my writing process here, okay?
I'm sorry, did you say something? My ears are bleeding and I can't...
I can't...
Thank you.
I'm trying to show you what I do when I get stuck.
Blocked. Whatever.
Up. Come on.
- I'm in the middle. - Up.
Okay.
Now, sometimes when I'm in trouble, I take a few minutes to free write.
Free write?
Stream of consciousness.
About my characters, my story arcs, my possible plotines,
- everything... no filter. - No filter...
Whatever pops in my head goes right to the page.
Write... be free. Just do it.
Free write!
Be free...
I get it.
If I like it, I put it in my binder.
If not...
You always use your shredder?
Always.
You ever just take a stack of pages and toss it in the trash?
- Never. - You ever misplaced a binder or
lost a copy of a book?
No and no.
The only way the killer got my book
is if he broke into my apartment, made a copy and returned the original.
I'm a federal investigator so I'm sure I would know
if someone was trying to break into my place.
We're missing something.
While we are trying to figure it out,
he is planning on how to kill his next victim.
Or he's already killed them.
Sorry. I was just free thinking.
It's like he's here in the room with me looking over my shoulder as I write.
Type.
'Cause technically, what you do is type. You don't really write. That would be...
I type.
That's how he does it.
Looked over your shoulder?
I type.
Tony, I type!
Boss, I got it.
Film?
It's from my typewriter.
- Typewriter ribbons. - It's how the killer read my book.
- Well, where did he get theibbons? - Trash.
The killer must have picked them out of McGee's Dumpster.
Means he had access o all my notes and my ideas.
Which means the murdersmay not be based on just the book.
All these pages are a product of my free writing.
- Free writing? - I'll explain it later.
And one of my many possible endings involved Cameron Meyer
and Jared Brenner killing me...
Agent McGregor. It's a character I based on myself.
If the killer's confusing fiction with reality, then you've got a motive.
He's protecting you.
He's already killed two of the characters... who's the third?
I haven't decided yet, but
Meyer and Enner are the only characters that wanted me... McGregor... dead.
Then why does he think there are three?
I don't know. I decided it would be stupid to kill McGregor.
- Everyone likes him too much. - Well, not everyone.
"Forensic Specialist Amy Sutton offered her heart
"to Agent MsGregor, only to be rejected.
"Using sign language, she tells her deaf mother
"that she can't live without him.
He's going to have to go".
Yeah, "go", as in leave the agency. Not "go" as in go.
Does the killer know that?
Abby?
She's not answering her cellphone.
Security detail.
Shift change. They just arrived on duty outside her apartment.
- She's gone. - She's not answering
- her home phone either, Gibbs. - Send them in.
Secure the apartment.
No, she's not there. Her apartment's flooded.
She's staying with Sister Rosita and the girls.
Sister Rosita?
From her bowling team.
The bowling nuns.
Hi, Amy.
- Still no answer. - Call again, McGee.
I can't believe I let this happen.
Abby knows how to take care of herself, McGee.
And she's got a crew of nuns watching herback.
Nuns are on a spiritual retreat. She's on her own.
Are you... here to see someone?
I'm... because the sisters, they're gone...
for a minute.
They went to the church and they shod be back any time.
If you were smart...
you would've just let him go, Amy.
My name's Abby.
I know rejection is hard.
But let's face it, you're not good enough for him anyway.
Good enough for who?
Special Agent McGregor.
You two take the back. McGee, you're with me.
I'm sure there's some sort of communication problem here.
Don't talk to me like I'm stupid.
I know what you said.
That makes one of us.
How were you planning to do it?
Do what?
Kill him.
Was it poison?
I bet with your forensic traing,
I bet you could come up with something pretty...
I wouldn't do that.
I will say
I've always respected your courage, Amy.
Drop your weapon!
He said drop it! Now!
Officer Lisa...
Agent Tommy.
I'm afraid I can't do that.
You don't know it yet,
but your partner's in danger.
Landon?
Landon, what are you doing?
I'm protecting you.
McGee, who is this guy?
He's a friend.
Don't!
I have to do this!
Landon, she's not going to hurt me.
It's just a book.
- It's not... - Finished yet.
Tell him the ending, Agent McGregor.
Tell him what happens.
It's not what you think.
Landon...
Amy and I...
Amy and I get married.
You... you marry her?
Yeah, I do.
That means that if you kill her,
you're killing the only woman I ever loved.
Landon, I really do love her.
It just took me a while to figure it out.
I was only trying to help.
You killed two people.
I had no choice.
They set a wedding date yet?
The guest list is full, budy.
You okay, Abs?
With the amount of bad guys after me,
I feel like I'm dating Spiderman.
Abby, I'm so sorry.
We need to talk.
Look I know this is all my fault.
Agent McGregor cannot marry Amy in the end.
McGee, they're all wrong for each other.