♪ ♪
(indistinct conversations)
Good morning. Welcome to the Freemont Inn. How can I help you?
I'd like a room, please.
Oh, I'm sorry, we're all full for tonight.
Christmas Eve-- no room at the inn.
- Who would have guessed, right? - Are you sure? I'll take anything you got.
Please.
Well, forecast is calling for snow.
Maybe we've had some cancellations.
Ah. Looks like the only thing we have available
is our Premiere Suite at the holiday rate.
I'll take it.
Don't you want to know how much first?
No.
Okay.
♪ ♪
(phone line ringing)
It's me. I think we're clear.
I'm on my way down to get you.
♪ NCIS 9x11 ♪ Newborn King Original Air Date on December 13, 2011
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
♪
It's Christmas Eve.
Yes, it is, Tony.
And we drew the short straw.
We have to work. So why are you smiling?
You did not tell us that Wendy sent you a Christmas card.
- Wendy who? - Your Wendy.
- Baltimore Wendy. - Your former fiancee Wendy.
Oh, yeah, that. What are you doing reading my Christmas cards?
It was pinned on the wall behind your desk.
People usually do that so that others can enjoy them.
I thought you and Wendy haven't talked in...
Nine years.
What's your point?
So it says here that she and her ex-husband
divorced last year.
I read that. Too bad. Very sad.
ZIVA: And she invited you
to Christmas brunch tomorrow
with her and her seven-year-old son,
Fred.
Pretty cute.
So you going to go?
No. I think I'll relegate that part of my life
to Christmas past.
Huh. Well, I get the impression that Wendy may be looking
to try again with you. - You think so?
JIMMY: No, no, no, of course not.
I wouldn't dream of blowing him off, Breena.
I can't wait to hang out with your dad.
Yeah.
Okay, I-I'll call you later.
TONY: Tiny Jim,
to what do we owe this lovely sweater vest?
Thank you, Tony, for noticing.
It was a gift from Breena.
Actually, unfortunately, my gift to her
should be arriving at any minute.
I agreed to give her father a tour
of NCIS, while he's in town for the holidays.
Well, that is nice.
Actually, I thought Director Vance would nix the idea.
ZIVA: You and Breena's dad
do not get along?
The last time that Ed and I talked
was when I asked for his permission
to marry Breena.
He laughed.
And then he cried from laughing so hard.
Then he got really quiet.
So why is he coming here?
Breena wanted us to bond before the wedding.
She thinks that his main problem
with me is my job. Autopsy gremlin.
Yeah, if we could keep that kind of talk to a minimum while he's here?
I say it with the utmost respect.
I know that, I know that, but Ed doesn't.
You guys, he actually thinks that I'm stuck
in some government job which pays too little
and requires too many hours. GIBBS: You are.
Get off my desk.
Grab your gear.
Ah, yes.
Uh, duty calls.
So I'd better call Ed and cancel.
Hold on. You're not going anywhere, Palmer.
Family first.
Nice sweater.
ZIVA: Merry Christmas, Palmer.
(stammers)
(garbled police radio transmissions)
ZIVA: Navy Captain Jake Marsden.
Stationed in Charleston, South Carolina.
According to his driver's license, he also lives there.
Tourist.
Desk clerk said he was in a hurry to get to his room.
For good reason,
judging by those wounds.
Blood spatter indicates that he was standing about here
when multiple gunshots went through him.
Looks like different calibers.
Multiple weapons.
Multiple shooters.
Guests did not hear anything that sounded like gunshots.
The gunmen must have used silencers
and no fingerprints or evidence were left behind.
Pro job.
Humbug.
25 bucks for valet parking. Highway robbery.
Actually, I wouldn't rule out a highway robbery.
Look at that-- passenger window's
been blown out.
Bullet holes. Looks like it's been sideswiped.
Valet said they found it this way.
That's what they always say, isn't it?
Hey, thought our dead guy was Navy.
You know, you never mentioned
why you broke off the engagement with Wendy.
Who said I broke it off?
What, she leave you at the altar?
I didn't say that either.
Yahoo.
Marine sea bag-- women's bra.
Either our dead Navy captain was having an identity crisis,
or he wasn't traveling alone.
Agent David, would you give me a hand
in wrapping up the captain?
I was premature in giving Mr. Palmer the morning off.
(phone ringing)
If that's the hotel manager, tell him we won't take the body
through his lobby. - Gibbs.
The call's not coming from inside the hotel.
The area code-- that's northern Maryland.
WOMAN: Jake, is that you?
What happened?
Well, I'd like to know the same thing.
You killed him, didn't you?
He's dead, but I didn't do it.
Who is this?
Are you a cop?
NCIS.
- Prove it. - How?
If you are who you say, you'll figure it out.
Navy Captain Jake Marsden. Single, no family, well liked.
But according to his unit, the only thing he made time for
was his job.
Kind of sad, really.
Precisely why you should reconsider
lunch with Wendy.
McGee and I searched
Marsden's car. Nothing that I.D.'s
the female travel companion.
Perhaps she was our mystery caller.
McGee, hotel phone records.
Prior to the murder, our victim made
one outgoing phone call from the hotel room.
To a cell phone registered in his own name.
You track it?
- It's been turned off. - Incoming to the room?
I already ran a back-trace.
- The call to the hotel came from... JIMMY: Hiya, team.
Just came to introduce my future father-in-law Ed Slater.
Is this a bad time?
Go ahead.
Okay. Ed?
This... uh, Mr. Slater, this is our fearless leader,
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
Over here we have Special Agent Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo.
Stop speaking, James. I don't need their dossiers.
Only here for a few hours.
But what a pleasure.
Welcome to NCIS, Mr. Slater.
- Ah! - Can't say enough
about your future son-in-law and his work ethic here.
Yes, well, that's why I'm here, isn't it?
To make sure that if my daughter
marries James, she gets him, not the bureaucratic baggage
that comes with a government job, you know?
No.
- No? - No.
I'm sorry, did you just say "if she marries him"?
Big if.
Let me ask you something, Special Super Agent Gibbs.
Are you the only team leader
who makes his folks work Christmas Eve?
I guess when Uncle Sam calls
you answer, even when he calls collect.
(chuckles) (nervous chuckle)
I think we've seen all we should in
the squad room.
Why don't I show you... anyplace else?
(whispers): I'm so sorry.
He's a pleasant man.
McGee, phone call to the hotel.
Traced the number. The call came from
a courtesy phone at an outlet mall in Fillmore, Maryland.
That's two hours from here.
If our mystery woman was at the hotel,
how did she get out there? - Find her. Find out.
Pulling mall security footage now.
DUCKY: A visit to the national Christmas tree
followed by a production of The Nutcracker
at the Kennedy Center.
Sadly, Captain, your visit to D.C. was, well, much too brief
to enjoy our city's holiday fare.
He always talk to himself?
Actually, Mr. Slater, I am conversing with our victim.
Well, it's a waste of time. In my experience,
the dead are dead.
And what experience would that be?
(stammers) Ed owns a funeral home.
I guess that is where Breena got her passion for embalming, huh?
- I always used to tell her... - You're speaking again, James.
Uh, I'm a professional mortician, Dr. Mallard.
Then you should know that everybody has a
unique story to tell
if asked the right questions.
Maybe, but, uh, as much as you talk, this poor guy
can hardly get a word in edgewise.
Huh? (Jimmy laughs)
(chuckling)
I think it best if you two wait outside.
Yeah, I'll second that.
- Look, why... - Motion carries.
Lot of things to see. This is fun, huh?
Duck, what do you got?
Confirmation of cause of death.
And this-- when I took off
the captain's clothes I found it stuffed
deep in a pants pocket. - Dried blood. His?
That's up to Abby.
But apart from the bullet wounds which are fresh,
there's no other exterior signs of trauma anywhere.
Blood could be from our missing woman.
Well, if it were, it would suggest that in addition
to being on the run, she could also be wounded.
(phone ringing) Abbs.
Gibbs, coming to the lab?
Yeah, I'm on my way.
Abbs?
♪ ♪
Abby?
ABBY: Back here.
Oh, thank goodness it's just you.
Jimmy and his Grinch-in-law have been stalking the halls
spreading ill-will and yuletide yuckness.
Hey, did he try to pick a fight with you in the squad room?
No, he's just being a... - Unseasonably and unreasonably rude.
He's being a father-in-law to be.
Well, if he knows what's good for him,
he's not going to come a-wassailing within
at least 20 feet of my leaves of green.
What do we got?
Mall security footage courtesy of McGee
and the kind people at the Carroll County Outlet Shoppes.
"The Jewel of Carroll County."
I don't think there's a lot to do in Carroll County...
Did you find our female caller?
I'm granting you your first Christmas wish, Gibbs.
That is her, calling the hotel.
If the blood on the rag that Ducky found is hers,
she doesn't appear wounded.
Get an I.D.?
No, but I think I know where she is.
Watch when she turns towards the camera.
"If you are who you say, you will figure it out."
The bag?
Yeah. It's from a women's clothing store.
She knew that we would watch the security footage.
She wants you to come find her, Gibbs.
Nice work.
Tell DiNozzo to have local P.D. meet us there.
♪ ♪
Welcome to Carroll County.
You must be NCIS.
Snow's really coming down out there, huh?
So they, uh... sent a mall cop, huh?
No, sir. I'm a county deputy. Officer Billy McCormick.
I was the only one on duty when you called.
- You got an update, Deputy? - Yes, sir.
I canvassed the store, but haven't found anyone in distress.
Whoever you're looking for must have left already.
How hard did you look?
I talked to every single solitary person.
What about in the dressing rooms?
Well, no. This is a women's clothing store, so...
TONY: Yeah, yeah.
We-we are looking for a woman, though.
Get everybody out of here.
Will do, boss.
Good job, though. Good job.
TONY: Can I have your attention, please.
Everyone needs to leave the store immediately.
Exit's this way, please.
Federal agents. Go on, get out of here.
Okay.
(rattling)
NCIS.
Yeah, I've seen fake credentials before.
Hand over your weapons.
There's only one way to get a Marine's weapon.
What do you know about it? You a leatherneck?
Where do you think I got this haircut?
Well, if you two aren't the ones that killed Jake,
that means that they're still out there.
- You think they're after you, too? - I know they are.
Jake wasn't the target-- I am.
GIBBS: Did my I.T.S. at Camp Lejeune.
You like it there, Lieutenant Reynolds?
Call me Emma.
And yes, I did.
Wish like hell I was there now.
Weather's getting pretty bad, boss.
Tractor trailer jackknifed on the highway.
- It's bumper to bumper. - You out getting coffee, DiNozzo?
No, no, no, this is hot chocolate
for the preg... the Lieutenant.
Listen, everyone, I don't want any special treatment.
I'm a Marine first and pregnant second.
Oo-rah.
Oo-right.
ZIVA: Well, I will gladly take the special treatment.
I like mine with extra marshmallows--
the little tiny ones, please.
Who do you think I am, your elf?
Actually, I'll take one with marshmallows, too.
Thought you said you didn't want any special...
Extra marshmallows coming up.
So who is after you, Lieutenant?
I don't know.
Only ever been a squared-away Marine
until eight and a half months ago.
I was stationed outside Kabul.
Our unit was training local Afghan soldiers.
One of them spoke English.
His name was Amir.
Things got romantic.
At least what passes for romantic in that hellhole.
Sand can get in some pretty inconvenient places.
- Any disciplinary action? - I took responsibility.
C.O. made me forfeit two months pay
and sent me stateside.
Thought that was it.
But?
Last week, I noticed I was being followed by a black SUV.
I would shake it, and then another one would show up.
Multiple people were following you?
Three men-- separate SUV's.
I got one of the license numbers.
It was registered to the Department of Defense.
- Call McGee. Have him follow up. - Mm-hmm.
So you skipped town with Marsden?
Jake's an old friend.
He offered to drive me to my parents' place in Ohio.
That's when things got crazy.
They followed you.
They tried to run us off the road.
I cut my hand when the window broke.
And we lost them.
But I started feeling woozy, so we went to the hotel.
When Jake didn't come down, I knew that I had
to get out of there.
Why didn't you call the police?
If these guys were government,
they would send local LEOs looking for us, too.
I don't know what this is about or how far up this goes.
Well, you can trust us.
Thank you.
Where's the father now?
McGEE: The baby's father's dead?
Yes. Amir Mayat died in an IED explosion back in May.
Says here, Lieutenant Reynolds went on leave
after the incident.
What about the in-laws?
I mean, they must have some interest in the child.
According to her statement,
she and Amir kept the pregnancy a secret from his family.
You know, Agent McGee, all of this is in her personnel file.
You don't need me to read it to you.
Hang on.
What is it you really want to know?
Is that file the only record DOD has on Lieutenant Reynolds?
- What do you mean? - Someone's having her followed.
You think it's us? We're DOD, not CIA.
We don't usually do that kind of thing.
Usually.
Why would we care what Reynolds does
on her maternity leave?
We have reason to believe that three gunmen
using vehicles registered to the DOD
murdered a Navy captain and are now after the Lieutenant.
What are you suggesting?
Do you know how many vehicles we have registered in this city?
Thousands. They get stolen all the time.
I'd be happy to check our database for you.
I understand that, sir,
but you're not answering my question.
Is Lieutenant Reynolds on your radar?
Agent McGee, the only thing on my radar right now
is Santa Claus.
I understand, sir. But you will let us know
if you find out anything on Lieutenant Reynolds?
Even if I did, I couldn't tell you without authorization.
Feliz Navidad.
Yeah, Abbs.
Gibbs, what are you still doing there?
The snow is falling faster than my holiday spirit.
There's a pregnant Marine being hunted on Christmas.
Heaven and nature are not singing.
Well, I'm waiting on intel
and an escort from state troopers.
Just tell me what you got.
Background on Lieutenant Reynolds' baby daddy--
Amir Mayat-- and he is not a poor farmer.
The Mayat tribe controls a massive and critical land parcel
just outside of Kabul. - Family's wealthy.
Extremely. And Amir
was the sole male heir.
Until he was killed.
Yes. And if Emma has a boy, then...
The kid inherits everything.
Practically royalty.
At least extremely valuable.
Well, that explains why the Lieutenant's still alive.
Oh, yeah, yeah. They don't want her dead.
They want the baby alive.
It does not explain DOD's involvement.
McGEE: This might, boss.
- What, McGee? - I did some digging.
I tunneled under the DOD firewall.
Turns out U.S. military forces in Afghanistan
are trying to build a trade highway through Mayat land.
It's vital for fighting insurgents
and stopping weapons shipments.
ABBY: And the tribal elders aren't cooperating.
Which is costing the DOD millions of dollars.
And if the project goes under, they lose even more.
Well, they need a bargaining chip.
The little baby heir.
By birthright, he'll be the head of the Mayat tribe.
They have the kid, they have the land.
Can we prove it?
Well, I still can't find anything concrete
connecting the DOD and our three kings.
Keep looking.
(knocking)
How long have they been back there?
Not long enough.
Door.
I can't hear a word they're saying.
Well, if you hadn't made that remark about her tattoos,
we wouldn't be in time out.
I still got six minutes left.
You do know that there are jobs in the private sector
where you could make twice as much money
and still be home by 6:00, right?
Hadn't really thought about that.
Well, maybe you should start.
And all I said to her
was that girls with tattoos are easy. Everyone knows that.
Is something wrong, Agent Gibbs?
- What did you find out? - I'll tell you on the way out.
Car's out back, boss. They started closing the highways.
It's not going to open till the morning.
Looks like we're on our own.
Back roads? What if someone follows us?
Can't wait any longer. I want a weapon.
You don't need one. You got us.
Don't patronize me. I was the top shot in my platoon.
You think Deputy Dog's ever seen actual combat?
- I did three tours. - Where is Barney Fife anyway?
I thought he was out back with you.
I'm sorry.
MAN: Shut up!
- He came out of nowhere. - Shut up!
He's one of the three.
NCIS. Let him go.
Give me the woman!
No, it's not going to happen.
I don't want to hurt him.
GIBBS: I know exactly what you want.
Drop your weapon.
MAN: You are in no position to make demands.
I'm not, but she is.
(gun cocking)
Unless you want to die today, put it down.
Now!
DiNozzo, you and the deputy take him back.
We got the Lieutenant.
TONY: All right, meet you back at the Navy yard.
On it, boss.
What's that all about?
Hedge trimmer accident?
- Proof. - Of what?
Nerve.
Initiation ritual common in Russian prison gangs.
Any of your other friends missing fingers?
You will see for yourself.
What does that mean?
Means we're getting the hell out of here.
Watch your head.
(wind whistling)
(phone ringing nearby)
Ah, there you are.
I hear the team is on its way back with a suspect.
Have you heard anything more?
No.
Just been waiting on Ed.
What's the matter, Mr. Palmer?
- Just a bit overwhelmed, - I guess.
My own father was only ever encouraging to me
no matter what I did.
And Ed, Ed is like
Ebenezer Scrooge at the beginning of the book.
A bit of advice.
Don't let the disparaging remarks of a myopic individual
influence your life.
See, that's just it.
He finally said something nice to me.
Really?
He offered me a job
at his funeral home.
He said that Breena and I could work together.
Eventually take over the business.
Really?
Is that what you want?
Me? No.
No, I love NCIS.
But I want to make Breena happy.
Doctor... what if this is the only way?
Breena will be happy if you are happy.
Tell that to Mister Ed.
(car engine revving)
Russian mercenaries want to take my unborn child
because he's the only heir to land in Afghanistan?
We believe the gunmen may have been hired by someone
inside the government.
Why?
Because that land may be key
in winning or losing Afghanistan.
(sighing): I'm starting to understand
why Amir distanced himself from his family.
(loud bang)
What happened?
(engine sputtering) Is it the engine?
The Russians.
There is no signal out here.
There's a light up ahead.
(engine sputtering)
(hissing)
Oh, God.
Ugh!
Do you think we can fix it?
I don't think we've got a choice.
I saw a garage around back.
I'll help push.
Don't push.
(computer key clicks)
(crunching and chewing sounds)
(phones ringing nearby)
(papers rustling)
You guys are still here, huh?
Huh. Well, I'm Ed's ride,
and technically I'm still on duty, so...
Duty.
TONY: Hey.
Any word from Gibbs?
Not yet. What do you think's taking them so long?
I don't know. We left separately.
Must have taken a different route.
Could have hit bad weather. Did you try calling him?
Abby's been calling his cell every five minutes.
Nothing. And the land lines are down from here to Baltimore due to ice.
Lucky we still have Internet.
Find anything to finger our fingerless man?
I ran his remaining prints.
Name is Veli Tupolev.
No record in the States
but Interpol's a different story.
Let me guess-- a trained mercenary
who's used to hard Russian winters
and even harder Russian prisons?
Pretty much. How do you want to break him?
Well...
(crunching)
What? I was hungry.
Didn't know I'd be held hostage.
(chuckles)
Wait a second.
Are those Hollander's homemade Christmas cookies from HR?
Did she make molasses this year?
She did, and they were good.
We're gonna need to commandeer these.
Police business.
I think I have a way to break our Bad Santa.
With what, cookies?
What are you gonna do, sugarboard him?
Thought you said they were pros.
(door latch rattles)
(rattling)
(light switch clicks on)
Injector rail was damaged.
Fuel leaked into the manifold and caught fire.
Yeah, I'm gonna have to try and redo some wiring.
I'll see what they got.
Mm-hmm.
(phone clicking)
EMMA: The phones are still out, but I'll keep checking.
Or if you want any help in there,
I know my way around a car.
Well, sit down. Rest.
Have some fluids.
No. I already did.
I-I left a couple of bucks on the register.
Felt weird just to take it.
(wind whistling)
GIBBS: Hey.
Don't worry about it; it's gonna be fine.
This is not exactly the Christmas Eve
that I had planned on, Agent Gibbs.
Actually, I hadn't planned on any of this.
Amir... the baby... people trying to steal him.
Him?
I thought you said you didn't know.
I don't, but I can tell.
(laughs)
Oh, and judging by the way
he's punching and kicking me right now...
Come on.
...I think he's gonna be a Marine, too.
- Sit down. - Whew.
I just wanted to be a Marine.
I guess someone else had other plans.
Yeah. Wouldn't be the first time.
Do you have kids, Agent Gibbs?
Had a daughter.
Were you there when she was born?
Deployed.
Well, I guess I kind of have to be there for mine.
Not that I'm complaining.
It's just... I might be...
Scared?
The hell you say?
It's all right if you are.
Not according to the Corps.
That's what I like about being a Marine.
The procedures. The code.
I like having a measurable set of expectations.
I could always tell how good I was doing, but with this...
how do I know?
You don't.
But you'll be able to tell.
Mm.
Right now, I think this guy is telling me
that it's time to eat.
Well...
in that case...
Mmm!
This one's on me.
(chuckles)
Thank you.
(crunching)
You know, Wendy used to make the most kick-ass snickerdoodle.
I'm going to start with a series of true or false statements
Mm-hmm. to give us a baseline.
What are you talking about?
Just think of it as like a lie detector test
with cookies.
You just have to sit there and eat.
Okay, here we go.
Your hair is purple.
(crunching)
You have all your fingers.
You were following Lieutenant Emma Reynolds
with the intention of abducting her baby.
Oh, hesitation.
I see the hesitation.
- Yeah, he did. - Yeah.
Confirming hesitation.
No, no, I did not hesitate.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You sure about that?
You've never committed a crime.
Your favorite color is pink.
You were hired by someone
at the United States Department of Defense.
(laughing)
So you really are working for the government!
No. I don't know what you're talking about.
Sure about that?
So then you must be working for the Mayat tribe in Afghanistan.
(choking)
(coughing)
(stifling cough)
I'll take that as a yes.
No. (coughs) I just choke on cookie.
It does not mean anything.
Oh, it speaks volumes.
This is stupid!
You're just trying to mess with my head!
Then why are you getting so upset if it isn't true?
If the family hired you,
then they must have found out about the baby.
They need an heir to keep their land.
Not the frosted cutouts.
I will stop eating cookies.
Your prepaid cell we found on you.
How are you communicating with your other two associates?
The only number stored on your contacts list
is six numbers long.
You're always missing a couple of digits, aren't you?
(chuckling)
Well, maybe that's not a mistake.
Maybe it's something else.
Coordinates?
Code? Password?
Radio frequency?
Radio frequency.
(smashing phone)
I'm gonna go with radio frequency.
You will never get it now.
We wrote it down, genius.
If they're using radio systems,
we should be able to pick up some chatter.
(Tony mutters)
Okay, try it.
(starter cranking, engine sputtering)
Hey.
(sighs wearily)
(groaning)
Try it again.
(starter cranking, engine sputtering)
Given the parts available,
this could prove to be a problem.
EMMA: Aah... that's not our only problem.
My water just broke.
I'm going into labor.
Ooh-rah?
It's good to know you no longer think the government's
hunting a pregnant woman, Agent DiNozzo, but I'm afraid
I can't help you apprehend the Afghan in-laws that are.
It is Christmas Eve, sir.
Well, that gift would have to come from CENTCOM
and about 14 other people above my pay grade.
Yeah.
Let me guess-- it'd be wrapped in red tape?
Thanks for nothing.
Got something from our gunman's radio frequency.
And given the weak
signal, they got to be at least 40 miles away.
MAN 1: Where are you? MAN 2: Not too far.
MAN 1: Meet me. Petrol station outside Ridgeville. Now.
Sounds like Russians to me.
Searching for gas stations
near Ridgeville, Maryland. Pretty small town.
All right, I got a hit on a single service station
alongside State Route 15.
Only one reason our gunmen would go there.
- Gibbs. - Gibbs.
They're in trouble.
It could be where they're holed up.
JIMMY: You find Agent Gibbs?
TONY: That's what we're gonna find out.
Hey.
TONY: Put it in gear, McGee.
Good luck.
(sarcastically): Yeah. Good luck.
Why in the world would you say it like that?
Wh-Why? The weather, the road closures,
'cause they're never gonna make it.
How the hell would you know?
They're trained agents.
Well...
You might not respect me
or what it is we do here,
but you have got to respect that fact that these people--
my people-- are risking their lives!
Well, if you're gonna put it like that...
There's no other way to put it.
Till you can figure that out,
we're not going anywhere.
Sit down and shut up.
(engine clicking)
The last two were less than a minute apart.
It didn't hurt this much when I took shrapnel in Mosul.
The whole harness must be sautéed.
Fried.
Oh... (vehicle approaching)
(Emma panting)
Oh, boy, the baby's coming!
(panting) ZIVA: Gibbs.
We have company.
What do you want to do?
Defend our position.
(panting)
You stay with the lieutenant; I'll draw fire.
EMMA: Don't you leave me, Gibbs.
I need someone to tell me how I'm doing.
You're doing fine.
I'm not so sure.
(Emma panting)
Are you asking for special treatment, Marine?
Sir,
yes, sir.
Just this once.
ZIVA: Hey, Gibbs?
It's okay. Got this covered.
(Emma panting)
Thank you.
(continues panting)
You might want to hold off on that.
(wind whistling)
(grunts)
(clanking in distance)
(creaking)
(sets crowbar down)
♪ ♪
(Emma gasping, panting)
Push.
(distorted, echoing grunts)
(echoing yell)
(gasping breaths)
Push. Push.
(strained grunting)
(distorted, echoing yell)
(gunshots) (man yells)
♪ ♪
(gasps)
(gunshots continue)
(echoing yell)
Push.
(grunting)
♪ ♪
(engine revving)
(tires squeal)
(groans)
(distorted, echoing yell)
♪ ♪
(distorted, echoing yell)
(Ziva grunting)
(both grunting)
♪ ♪
(choking)
(baby crying) (continues choking)
Is he okay?
(crying continues)
She's beautiful.
It's a girl?
(crying continues)
She's got her mom's eyes.
(gasps) (crying stops)
♪ ♪
Well done, Marine. (laughs)
(crying) (laughing)
(sighs) Oh, merry Christmas, Agent McGee,
Agent DiNozzo.
McGEE: Hey, Breena. Merry Christmas.
Have you seen Jimmy or my dad? They never came home last night.
(Breena laughs)
Guess they got caught up in the case, huh?
(gasps) What's going on?
- What day is it? - It's Christmas, Dad.
You didn't miss it.
Oh, boy. Th...
They're back? What's happening?
Lieutenant okay?
ED: What about the baby?
They're at the hospital; mother and child are fine.
What? They're okay?
Oh... look at that.
Cute little bugger.
Reminds me of you, baby.
- She's beautiful. - She's beautiful.
(laughs)
And if you're still wondering why we put in so many long hours
and make so many personal sacrifices...
Yeah, yeah, I get it.
And while I really appreciate the offer...
I'm very happy right here.
If that's what you want,
and Breena's still willing to marry you despite...
- Dad. - Yeah?
Stop.
Never.
Just don't spend too many nights here, son.
I want you two to have one of those someday.
Merry Christmas, you two.
♪ ♪
Pretty pink bike, boss.
Nice tassels.
Yeah.
For Mike Franks' granddaughter.
Ah, I forgot-- Amira and Leyla live in DC now.
Of course.
So I guess you have somewhere else to be.
Yeah, well, so do you.
Ah. I went.
Sat in the car for about 20 minutes debating.
I didn't go in.
Decided to swing by
Casa de Gibbs instead.
Well, we all make our own choices, DiNozzo.
You think I made a mistake?
I think you made it twice now.
(toy horn squeaks) (chuckles)
Well, when I joined NCIS, I knew what you expected of me.
Everything.
Doesn't exactly leave a lot of room
for the Wendys of the world.
Did you come here to blame me, DiNozzo?
No, boss.
Good.
Family and job.
Two different cups.
That's right.
And...
if I couldn't fill both, that was my problem.
Mm-hmm.
What if I can now?
Then get out of my basement;
man up and move on. (chuckles)
Like you have?
Don't be like me.
Learn from it.
Good talk.
♪ ♪
(chuckles quietly)
Merry Christmas.
Hey, are you coming or not?
Leyla's making lamb.
Uh, you sure it's all right?
Yeah, I told her you were coming.
When?
I told her last week.
You're not gonna find what you're
looking for down here, DiNozzo.
Come on.
(electrical crackling)
(chuckles)
== sync, corrected by elderman ==