Hoo-ee! This place is on fire! Muy caliente!
Nice accent.
Works for her!
With all the sangrias she's downed, Swahili would work for her.
Where'd Wilkes go?
Ahhh...I dunno, he just kinda wandered off.
Hey!
Gibbs. Talk.
Gibbs, it's Stan Burley. Put down whatever the hell you're doing with that stupid boat and pick up.
I'm working a case on the Enterprise. Sure could use some help on this one. Really could use your help, boss.
Okay. You got my interest. What's goin' on, Stan?
Two days ago an arresting gear operator went whacko on liberty in Rhoda.
His crewmates found him naked in a restaurant freezer; his body temperature was 106.
What kind of drugs?
Well, I'm thinking amphetamines, I'm still waiting for the tox report.
Well, to trigger the seizure you're describing, chances are he's a chronic drug user.
You'd think. Only, his last random piss test was negative. That was less than three weeks ago.
I'm in a squeeze, Gibbs. I don't have enough time to work on this one by myself.
How long did Burley work here?
Five years.
Five years with Gibbs. Amazing the guy didn't end up in a straitjacket.
What was that?
Ah, nothing, boss, just praising your communication skills.
I really miss Burley, he was cool, y'know?
Listen, when you see Agent Burley, would one of you mind giving him this?
No problem.
Cricket ball. Yes. Burley was not also an amazing agent, he was also an incredible athlete.
Yeah, cricket was one of the few games he wasn't an expert in.
Ah. Shame.
Yeah, I think he'll get a kick out of it.
Of course he will, he gets a kick out of everything. I love that guy.
Okay. Cod's waitin' for us.
Just accept the fact that you're going to get lost.
Why do you assume I'm going to?
Because everyone does. Carrier is a big and confusing place first time on board.
Duly noted.
Numbers are stenciled on the bulkheads. First one tells you the deck level - they're called bull's-eyes.
Deck level.
Second one, the frame number. Third tells you the compartment's position in relation to the ship's center line.
The last letter tells you what the space is used for.
Crossing from port to starboard or starboard to port isn't as simple as going straight across.
Sometimes you gotta go up one deck and down another.
Or down one deck and up another.
Sometimes two.
It's frustrating.
Not to mention confusing. But you'll get the hang of it.
After you get lost a few times.
Arresting gear control, this is PryFlies...we got it caught in the groove.
Gear set for a cod.
Thirty seconds. Thirty seconds to trap.
You okay? Good. Just so you know, this isn't like landing in a 747.
I sort of assumed.
Dropping from 120 knots to zero in one second can take it out of you. Just try to - breathe normally.
Tox report come back yet, Stan?
Just like you thought - traces of meth in the blood stream.
And his urine was negative just 27 days ago?
According to the urinalysis coordinator, clean as a whistle.
Where is Petty Officer Wilkes now.
Still in sick bay. You the one at my desk now?
That's right. Gibbs must've told you about me.
Actually, no, Abby mentioned it in passing. Just assigned?
Two years.
Really. Huh.
You said he was an arresting gear operator?
Yes, boss.
Same crewmen working in Rhoda working the flight deck here?
All the men are on Chief Petty Officer Reyes's crew.
Anyone else suspected of using, Stan?
Not so far.
Good.
What buddies were with him that night?
Petty Officers Niles and Shrew. They berth on deck five, designator five, 56-2-L.
I'll be fine. Oh, and, ah, this is for you. From Ducky.
If Wilkes was tweaking, Reyes would've noticed.
I didn't get much out of Reyes, in minor view (?) You're welcome to try.
You're looking good, Stanley.
Appreciate you coming, boss.
You waiting on something?
No, no, I'm gone.
I'd like to see Wilkes in action. Can you get me deck tapes of them during flight ops?
Only about 100 hours.
Is that all?
Ah...can I...can I help you, ma'am?
This isn't the deck five berthing compartment, is it?
This is the men's head on deck six, ma'am.
Ah, sorry, um - how do I get to deck five?
You go aft past, ah, bulkhead 126, down the starboard ladder, through the hatch.
Thanks.
Ma'am! Ma'am. Aft.
That's impossible. I don't use drugs.
Your blood test says otherwise.
Then it must be a false positive.
Before you joined up, you were an Emergency Medical Tech. You tell me how often that usually happens.
Maybe it's just a whim, or maybe you like hanging out in walk-in freezers in your birthday suit.
I don't know what happened, sir! I was feeling light headed and hot. really hot.
Well your body temperature was 106. That's high enough to kill most men -
unless their cardiovascular system was being boosted by some sort of synthetic stimulant.
Somebody must have slipped something into my drink.
Any idea who that someone might have been?
No, sir.
Any idea who provided the meth?
No, sir!
You know what, I'm trying to help you out, here, Petty Officer. You try to float this story at your court martial hearing,
they will laugh your ass all the way to Leavenworth. Where did you get it? shrew?
No!
From Niles.
I don't do drugs! No one else on my crew does, either!
Deck five birthing.
Yes, ma'am.
Thank God.
Ma'am - it's SOP. Women are supposed to announce themselves in designated male quarters of the ship.
NCIS. Special Agent Kate Todd. I'm announced. Can you tell me where I can find Petty Officers Niles and Shrew?
I haven't seen Shrew lately, but Niles just went up to work out in the hangar bay.
Hangar...bay.
Deck one. Frame number 150. The compartment next to usage kilo.
I'll be honest with you, ma'am. I did my fair share of partying when I was in high school.
Experimented with pot and all that.
Are you still experimenting?
Absolutely not, ma'am. Wildest I get now is a pitcher of sangria and a couple of beers.
I'd never even consider something like meth.
What about Petty Officer Wilkes?
Solid as they come, ma'am. Fourth generation Navy. His grandfather was a gunner's mate on the Arizona.
Wilkes would never disgrace the uniform.
Well, I've got news for you, Petty Officer Niles. He did.
Can't explain it, ma'am.
Can't, or won't?
Code of silence stuff doesn't fly too well on the flight deck, ma'am. There's no room for screw-ups.
We're being temporarily rerouted to assist in a search and rescue. A private yacht has gone missing.
We are closest to the area, so the Coast Guard has requested our help.
It's a shame, really, so close to home, these men now have to turn around and go back.
That's why you're resuming flight ops.
Skipper. If there's a drug problem, I need it stopped.
I need to know who it is and why testing procedures haven't picked it up.
We'll do the best we can, Skipper.
I'm sure you will. Lives depend on it.
Those wires are looking tired, gentlemen - strip wire!
Move, move, double time, let's go!
Today, gentlemen, today!
Hurry up!
Thirty seconds and the next Viking's on top of you!
We're not sunbathing, Anchok, let's go, let's go! Dial it up to speed. Two seconds slower than the last time.
All right. Stand by. We've got an E2 landing in five minutes. I heard NCIS was bringing in the cavalry.
Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo. Pushing your guys pretty hard, Chief, considering it's just a search and rescue run.
I always push my men hard, sir. Gotta be ready. Tomorrow it might not be search and rescue.
We might be back in the soup in Iraq.
Still, don't you ever lay off, give your men a break?
My philosophy is, you gotta do a job, you gotta do it right. 110%.
That's why my men are the best, sir.
How did Petty Officer Wilkes handle being pushed?
He does okay.
Ever show any signs of stress?
Fourteen hours a day on the flight deck during combat ops - everyone shows signs of stress, sir.
You ever notice anything unusual in his behavior? Anxiety attacks, irritability, mood swings?
Not that I ever saw, sir. If there's nothing else, I've gotta prepare for the next aircraft. Sir.
Ready deck, E2. Call the ball.
Roger Papa 1, ball 2.5.
The ball! Did he call the ball? Did the flyer call the meatball? The flyer!
Get that greenshirt off my deck, we've got an aircraft on final approach.
Shrew! Get off the deck!
Wave him off! Wave him off! Cable snap!
Well, we don't know for certain, but I don't think he's in any real danger now.
I've got him pretty heavily sedated.
What does it look like?
I really won't know until the tox report comes through.
I appreciate that, doc, but I don't have time to wait for a tox report.
With your considerable experience, what's your best guess?
It looks like the same situation we have with Petty Officer Wilkes.
Met amphetamines?
Yeah, most likely.
Chronic, long-term use?
With his symptoms, it would have to be.
Yet his last random piss test was negative just like Petty Officer Wilkes.
Well, it doesn't make much sense.
No, it doesn't. When can I talk with him.
That's hard for me to say, A Gibbs.
Well let me make it easier for you, doc. 1500. Consciousness will make the interview go much smoother.
Toss Shrew's rack. Go over everything - and I mean everything.
Above his mattress, below his mattress, inside his mattress.
If there's such a thing as a fourth mattress dimension go over that too.
Find out where the urinalysis coordinator likes to let it all hang out.
Okay.
I wanna find out about this testing procedure, how it all works.
See if there's any way that anyone can beat it. You and me - we're gonna have a flight deck film festival.
See if you can arrange someplace we can watch those tapes.
Have one of the ready rooms on hold, boss.
Always anticipating, Stan. Some things never change.
Can I help you, Petty Officer?
Lotta messy racks around here lately.
Gonna be a lot more till we find what we're looking for.
No disrespect, sir, but like I told your partner none of the guys on my crew -
Use drugs. I've heard the party line so many times it's like a bad song I can't get out of my head.
You don't understand, sir.
I do understand. Two of your guys are in sickbay with enough meth in their bloodstreams to kill a herd of Navy goats.
For a crew that doesn't do drugs, you guys sure do a lot of drugs.
Got ants in his pants?
Question is, who put 'em there?
Well, Rhoda was our last liberty port after we left the Gulf.
This tape was done before they hit Rhoda.
Well, maybe he stocked up at Naples or Nice.
Is that the best you can do, Stan? After working under me five years?
At least I don't taint evidence when I bag and tag.
I tripped! One time.
As I remember, it's because you had your eyes glued to some little -
Do you mind if we get back to the tape now?
Sure boss.
We have a job to do, remember?
I do, boss.
Good.
Petty Officer!
Ma'am?
You just came out of the urinalysis coordinator's office.
I hope not, ma'am, I just got a haircut in there.
Go ahead, tell me how many bulkheads, hatches, and passageways I have to traverse to get there.
It's right next door.
Of course it is. Thank you, Petty Officer.
No problem, ma'am.
We don't do the actual testing on board. What we do is we test the samples,
record the data, and ship them off to the land based lab.
Obviously with such a large crew, you test them in batches.
Computer generates a random list, about 25-30 a day.
Do you watch?
Of course we watch. Someone from security accompanies them to the head and observes casually by mirror.
And if someone wanted to beat it?
Ma'am?
The system.
Oh. They try. Detox drinks, herbal tea, vinegar.
Some try slipping bleach crystals in, or even passing off a shipmate's clean sample as their own.
How do they do that if they’re being watched?
Fill it up with someone else's urine, slip the balloon in your underwear,
and tape the tube to the underside of your -
Ah, I get the picture. Obviously it didn’t work.
Well, balloons aren't the sturdiest of containers. If you want to examine it -
That won't be necessary. How 'bout the other methods that you mentioned?
Most if them don't fly, but every once and a while one does slip through.
No system's perfect.
How 'bout twice within six weeks?
Unlikely. But like I said, anything's possible.
Lost?
No.
How's it going?
What do you mean?
You know what I mean. Finding your way around the ship and all.
It's going fine.
Good, I'm glad. Really glad.
I admit, it was a little...confusing at first. I had a few...y'know...
False starts.
Complete disasters. But I think I've got a pretty good handle on it now.
Good.
This is the second time I have had to come down here to talk to a member of your crew.
I don't know what to tell you, sir.
Why don't you tell me how two members of the same crew, who work the same team,
flip out on meth within a few days of each other.
Meth?
Yeah. It's a funny little white powder, cook up in trailer parks. Makes people do funny things, like...
freak out on a flight deck with a plane on final approach.
There's gotta be a mistake. I never done drugs.
Never?
Not once in my life, sir. It's against my morals. I feel the same way about alcohol and tobacco.
Hm. that so.
Yes, sir. I even reported a guy for smoking some pot on my last cruise.
Well, makes a nice story to cover your own ass in case they catch you with the real deal.
I'm telling the truth, sir.
Code blue! We've got a code blue!
Crash cart!
Coming in.
Charge to 200 joules.
Charging.
All clear.
Clear.
No repsonse. 300 joules.
Charging.
All clear.
360?
Won't help.
Walk, gentlemen. Keep your eyes peeled - don't miss a thing.
If Wilkes was killed, probably was because he was going to give up the supplier.
Makes sense.
No, what makes no sense is that these boys are involved at all. Wilkes was a proud Navy legacy, y'know?
Shrew was a Boy Scout.
That's what they want you to think! Drug addicts learn the art of the con fast.
Well, I had the lab that tested the urine sample send them to Abby for retesting.
Good.
Where's Burley?
Watching more flight deck footage.
Still?
Yeah, he's been at it 18 hours now. He's always been this way. I'll go see how he's doing.
It's not the same thing, you know.
What?
Well, you and Gibbs, Burley and Gibbs.
I don't know what you're talking about.
It was a different dynamic, y'know? A different time. You can't compare the relationships.
Who's comparing?
All I'm saying is that...
things on the surface are not always the same as when you put them in context
with the way they actually developed, you know, under the surface, kinda.
I have no idea what you said.
Neither do I. But the intent was sincere.
Petty Officer Robert Wilkes. You're a bit of a puzzle, aren't you, my lad?
Secured room, no sign of trauma.
No bruising or ligature marks.
Let's rule out strangulation. If that's okay by you.
Color's good. No cyanosis.
You weren't suffocated by a pillow. Poisoned, perhaps? Hmmm, we'll soon see.
You'll tell Ducky everything eventually. They all do, you know.
Brought you a bagel.
You remembered! Bacon, sausage, eggs, onions, cream cheese, and jalapenos.
You wanna fill me in here?
This is interesting.
What is Chief Petty Officer Reyes handing them?
It's hard to tell from this distance.
Can you get closer?
We'll have to enhance the tape.
Uplink the footage to Abby. First, find Dinozzo and Kate. Have them check out the air boss's take on Reyes.
Got a little glob on your shirt, there, Stan.
Twenty five more breath beats, get on it, let's go, let's go!
Chief Reyes is one of the most committed men I've ever worked with.
he runs his crew hard.
And they appreciate him for it.
Aside from the two incidents, have you noticed anything out of the ordinary in the past few weeks?
Not unless you consider a 50% above average performance out of the ordinary.
That's quite a record.
With the two new guys, he's fallen behind a little, but...that's expected.
He'll get 'em up to speed. He always does.
Let's go, work it, work it, c'mon!
Why get them up to speed at all? It's only a rescue mission, afterwards they're going home.
Because that's Chief Reyes, ma'am.
Work it out, work it out, what's your problem, Hatcher, getting winded?
Girlfriend teach you anything about stamina? You're playing catch-up.
Lose this race you'll be toothbrushing urinals. You think this wasn't a race, huh?
Just thought it was an exercise? Huh. Well, well, you finally find something you're good at, Hatcher.
Lying down. What are you looking at, Stewart? Did I say stop? Give me 25 more. Let's go, let's go!
Here is Petty Officer Wilkes, with an IV drip going into his arm. Please, Gerald, this is not dinner theater.
Suppose someone disconnected his IV tube at both ends and blew all the liquid out of the tube, leaving nothing but air.
Suppose they emptied the saline bag halfway. That should be about it. The IV tube is attached.
This blue balloon taped to Gerald's arm represents his vein, and the valve is inserted itnot he bag.
Air is blow into the tube using this one-way valve. The air is trapped.
When I open the flow rate valve and squeeze air is pushed down the tube and into he vein and death occurs...
oh, within 60 seconds. I do apologize.
So, that's what killed Wilkes?
I'm pretty certain.
Any way the air could've gotten into the line accidentally?
Normal air is less than 1% carbon dioxide. The gas bubble in Wilkes' heart was 6% CO2.
That's not air - that's breath. It was deliberate.
So Duck, this would've had to've been done by someone with medical knowledge?
Most certainly.
You're supposed to be dead.
I'll see what I can find.
I'll have Burley meet me in sick bay.
Burley's probably got his hands full uplinking the tapes. If you want, I'd be happy to -
I had no reason to kill Petty Officer Wilkes, sir.
Not unless you were supplying him met amphetamines and you were afraid he would talk.
I wasn't.
Your prints were all over that saline bag.
Sir, I was the attending corpsman. My prints are supposed to be on that bag.
Petty Officer Wilkes was alive when I went to change that bag out. When I came back, he was dead.
That's the truth, sir. Give me a polygraph. Anything, but that is the truth.
Where've you been?
Waiting for a print match.
You were supposed to meet me here, Stan.
Thought this was more important.
Why don't you let me be the judge of what's important?
Yes, boss.
I mean, that is why you called me, right?
You know, it's funny how it's all starting to come back to me now.
What's that?
The tightness in my chest, the upset stomach, all the pleasantries that come with working for you.
Your breathing's not labored, you're fine. What've you got?
There were a second set of prints on the saline bag.
Wilkes?
You know he used to be an EMT.
Think he killed himself?
One of the doctors bent a few rules, let Wilkes take a call from his father.
His very proud, retired, Chief Petty Officer father.
So, Wilkes's urine was clean. No nasty metabolites, no additives.
There's just one tiny problem. Look at this. It's the exact same urine as POS.
Someone's replacing their samples.
Urinalysis coordinator.
Maybe. Or maybe one of the 25 Masters at Arms he uses to monitor.
We need to look at the records of all the people on pee patrol.
So, anybody happy about this? Anybody freaked out? Be nice to have something here.
Sorry, Abby, it's just that we've both really gotta go.
What d'you want me to do with all this pee?
Now, it's 3-76-9-A, we're at 5-45-7-E. We need to go up two levels, over to port, then three bulkheads aft.
No, which is why we need to go up one level so we can traverse port before heading out.
The ladder two bulkheads down takes us up and across.
Is this gonna turn into one of those guy-girl things where you insist we stop and ask for directions?
Oh-o, no, because unlike you, I know where I'm going.
Then be my guest. I'll be in admin.
Can I help you?
SA Kate Todd, NCIS. I need to see some record books, please.
I was able to bring it way up. Take a look at this.
Much better.
Right there. Abby, can you get us in closer?
Patience, Gibbs. You can't rush art. Smart money says that that is not a Tic Tac.
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!
Chief Reyes!
Yes.
We haven't been introduced. SA Gibbs, NCIS. You already know SA Burley.
What can I do for you, sir?
You can give me one of those capsules you gave POW during flight operations.
Sir?
We have it all on a flight deck tape, Chief.
You can see a capsule from that camera up there?
We had it digitally enhanced. I can see the hair standin' up on the back of your neck.
What do you think those are, sir?
Meth, Chief.
Meth? Thta's 98% caffeine. Available over the counter at any pharmacy in Norfolk.
Coffee's not allowed on the deck so I give them to my men to keep them going.
I would never do anything to jeopardize these men, sir. I love these men. And I would die for these men.
Standard test pouches, just like I used in Baltimore.
Yeah, Dinozzo was a Baltimore cop before coming to us.