Oh, my God.
like a war zone in here.
I love it.
You can't be serious, Martin.
Sweetie, it's got tons of potential.
And we just started the remodel.
I mean, isn't this view fabulous?
Yeah, if you're into bomb shelter chic.
And the window is missing.
Oh, we'll replace that-- not a problem.
I'm telling you,
this area will blow up in a few years.
Trust me.
Pretty sure it already has.
Jane, come on. Be positive.
Think about this as one of your projects.
And I know how much you love
to get into your projects.
Well, these original-pane windows are fabulous.
Mm-hmm.
So how about we see the rest?
Now, you'll have your choice of flooring.
Polished concrete is what's hot now,
but if you want to choose something else,
we can certainly arrange that.
Oh, my God!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.
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Come on. It's no big deal.
We're family, right?
Just tell me.
You go, then me.
No, no, no, Timmy.
That's not how this game works.
I asked you first.
Which means now you gotta... go.
Fine. Maxine.
The gamer girl. She was pretty.
That was like a year ago.
It was ten months ago.
And don't change the subject.
Your turn.
That's some dry spell, McMonk.
That's not healthy.
Here.
There we go.
A man needs human affection.
I see what's going on here.
You're trying to turn the tables because you
are the one that's not getting any.
What? Don't be ridiculous.
Who told you that?
- Told him what? - Aah!
Morning. Ziva.
Hi. Hey, McGee, I need a favor.
I would like you to block a number.
It is a secure government line.
Wouldn't belong to "C.I.-Ray," would it?
It does not matter, and this does not concern you.
I'll take that as a yes.
Back a few days, and already avoiding his calls.
- Ouch. - It is complicated,
and I would rather not discuss it,
so why don't you just zipper it up, Tony?
My zipper's fine.
Not a word, you.
But I take your point.
Good. Because that is all I'm going to say on the subject.
So please do not ask me again.
I will forward you the number.
Agent DiNozzo.
Yes. No.
Are you free for a couples massage later?
Ray is asking.
Later.
That's very funny. He would never call you.
Actually, he just did.
Uh, I've got a private number
coming through here. Think it may be Ray?
Ignore. Hit ignore.
You better hope he doesn't call Gibbs.
Too late.
Oh, God, I'm so sorry.
I'm-I'm going to fix this.
Not right now, you won't.
We got bigger things to deal with.
Got a dead Naval officer downtown; let's go.
No shell casings, boss, but I did find
several bullet holes in the walls.
- Rounds? - Looks like they were extracted.
Maybe using some kind of a blade.
Counted at least nine.
She never had a chance.
Police are thinking robbery gone wrong.
Found a wallet dumped nearby.
Had nothing in it but a couple of bucks.
Gibbs, neither the clients nor the Realtor
saw anyone going in or out of the building.
Also, the Realtor has not had
any workers in the loft since last week,
but a few do possess keys.
I.D.
Lieutenant Commander Maya Burris.
35, married, no children.
Served as a Naval attaché overseas.
Then how'd she end up dead here?
Ah, that would be
the million dollar question, Agent DiNozzo.
Multiple gunshots, Duck.
Yeah, so it would appear.
One in the abdomen, one in the chest
and one in the neck.
Huh.
Blood loss is definitely minimal
for such a wound. - Oh...!
Why is Jimmy Palmer talking to a girl
from 1965?
He's just not doing his job,
unfortunately.
Mr. Palmer!
Oh, yes. Apologies, Doctor.
Sandy and I went to high school together.
Haven't seen her in ages.
Super sweet, kind of high-strung.
Uh...
She was pretty shocked to see me here.
Uh, what is the big deal?
I work on dead people.
Or worked.
What?
Oh. Yeah.
Judging by the rigor,
the time of death, I'd estimate, was about six
or seven hours ago.
Possible defensive wounds here, Doctor?
Maybe she struggled with her attacker.
- Where is she? - Get outta my way!
- Nick, Nick, Nick! - Come on, Nick!
Come on, man. Come on! Move!
- Hey! Hey! - Hey! Stop!
- Let him go. Let him go. - Easy.
It's our crime scene, Detective.
Come here, Nick.
Nick.
Maya!
He's Detective Nick Burris, her husband.
- Maya! - Nick!
Nick, come on, man. Come on.
Let's go.
Keep your partner away from this investigation.
Can't make any guarantees.
Nick's a bulldog-- always has been.
He that way with his wife?
Come on. I meant with his job, okay?
He's the best damn homicide detective we got.
How long you been partners?
Almost 13 years.
Wow.
Can't break a case without him, huh?
Yeah. Well, pretty much.
Maya used to say that I was his, uh, second wife.
Problems.
No.
Never. He's the only cop I know
who's still on his first marriage.
How about you, Detective?
Second? Third?
Yeah.
I'm, uh... not very proud of it.
Sometimes I wish I was more like Nick.
You know, a one-woman kind of guy.
Listen, I got to get back.
You guys need anything else, just let me know.
Will do. Thanks for stopping by.
Can't believe his name's Detective Flowers.
Ziva, McGee, background.
Lieutenant Commander Maya Burris.
12 years active duty.
Worked as a Naval attaché in various posts
around the world the past three years.
Returned home to DC five days ago
to visit her husband.
The commander is skilled
at dealing with high-level diplomats.
Colleagues describe her as bright and ambitious.
Also said she spoke her mind,
even if that meant ruffling a few feathers.
Last assignment?
Helped organize a diplomatic mission in Egypt.
Reported to the defense attaché
and U.S. ambassador at our embassy there.
But that mission ended last month.
What's she been doing sin?
A colleague on that mission said that she believed
the commander was already on another assignment.
I contacted the embassy in Cairo
to confirm, but no word back.
Keep trying.
Listen, let's go back downstairs, all right?
- I'm fine. Relax. Hey. Hey. - Let them...
- You... no, you, I just... - Come on, let's go back downstairs.
I just want to talk. I want to talk to you.
Detective, you're not supposed to be here.
What's going on? I want... I want answers now.
Go home. Sober up.
DiNozzo, conference room.
Here we go. Come on.
Nice work, Flowers.
Like I said, bulldog.
What's that?
It's coffee.
Drink it.
What, do I look like I want coffee?
I want to know who killed my wife.
We're moving as fast as we can, Detective.
Well, move faster.
Find the bastard.
Look, we know this is hard, but you showing up here hammered
doesn't exactly help the whole process.
My wife was just shot to death.
All right?
I think I'm entitled to a few drinks.
When'd you last talk?
Uh...
yesterday after... noon.
We were...
I didn't... I didn't hear from her again.
We were supposed to, uh, have dinner at our usual place.
And... she just got back this week.
Back from where? Middle East.
Or, uh, maybe Africa.
It's... I don't... it's hard to keep up sometimes.
Her job... took her everywhere.
Must have been hard
watching her go to those dangerous places.
Yeah, I never worried.
You know, if...
if there was anybody who could handle herself,
it was, uh... it was Maya.
She have any trouble at work?
No. Not that I know of.
You know, she was, uh, committed to the Navy,
proud of her job as an attaché.
It was one of the things I, uh, loved about her.
I just, uh...
I can't...
I can't, uh, believe this.
I mean, why? Why?
She was a good person.
Such a good...
Whoever, uh, did this has to pay.
Let us do our job, Detective.
If you don't, I will.
Wow.
Such a tragedy.
Every premature death is tragic, Mr. Palmer.
Oh, no, no, I wasn't talking about the commander.
Oh, it... what happened was awful, yes,
but, uh... she's gone.
She can't feel pain anymore.
Her husband, on the other hand...
Seeing him reminded you of your upcoming vows.
"Till death do us part."
Ah, those words.
It... it's so serious.
Why-why can't it be something more fun
like, uh... "Till we meet again"
or, "Till the next sunrise"?
Or, uh...
"Till you lose all your hair, gain 300 pounds
and I can't stand to look at you anymore."
Oh, you know I'm kidding.
Love is blind.
This is the most wonderful
time of your life.
Enjoy it.
Hopefully, you'll only have to do it once.
Give me the latest, Duck. Commander Burris.
Uh, manner of death: multiple gunshot wounds.
Three in total.
The fatal shot was through the heart, here.
Bullet lodged against her spinal cord.
Abby is running tests.
We didn't pull any prints.
Yes, nor any stray hair or fiber.
The killer went to great pains to clean her up.
Abby found minute traces of bleach on her clothing.
Which would account for the lack of blood at the crime scene.
Doesn't track with a robbery.
Nor does this.
Show him.
Yeah, we found abrasions here on the wrist,
consistent with someone trying to yank off
a bracelet or a watch.
Similar abrasion here,
where the wedding ring should've been.
But these abrasions are both dry and clean.
In other words, post-mortem.
Yes, I would estimate about at least an hour afterwards.
Body was tampered with; someone was trying to throw us off.
This is a killer with a knowledge of police procedure.
Someone with the skills to cover up a murder.
14 days.
Two weeks.
That's all it's been, McGee, two weeks.
I'm very happy for you, Tony, but I don't care.
God help me, what?
Last night, I was crashed out on my couch,
and I'm thinking there's got to be more to it than this.
An endless stream of waitresses and veterinarians.
Don't ask.
You looking for love, Tony?
In all the wrong faces. I mean...
look at Gibbs, right?
Been married four times, still trying to figure it out.
Spends a lot of time in his basement.
What about Ziva?
She's like a bad Israeli romance novel.
She's not exactly the picture of emotional stability.
That is rich, coming from you.
You saying I'm emotionally unstable, Ziva?
More like emotionally challenged.
- Nobody asked you. - I'm asking.
Give me something.
Like most Navy personnel, Commander Burris held
a $400,000
life insurance policy, the sole beneficiary
of which was none other than her husband.
And Detective Burris will start receiving payments right away.
But he was spending the cash long ago.
Specifically on this 28-foot beauty,
cost over a hundred grand.
It's hard to swing that on a cop's salary.
McGee, phone records, e-mails.
Uh, so far, nothing unusual in her Navy correspondence,
and no personal e-mail account to speak of.
Cell phone activity has been sporadic,
but the majority of the calls made
were in the last week to her husband.
When?
Uh, most recent was last night,
three hours before her death.
In addition to the commander's travels to Egypt,
there were numerous flights to Islamabad
from Cairo this past month.
This personal or business?
We do not yet know.
They could have been tracking someone
as part of her new assignment.
Find out.
Busy day, Abbs.
Yep. Hey, Gibbs.
I mean, it was fun.
Or, well,
as fun as re-creating a murder scene can be.
Which, I guess, is, um,
not at all.
Um, I measured the trajectory
of the nine bullets that were fired into the loft.
In particular, the three that hit Commander Burris.
This would be her.
Yeah, I got that. So,
based on initial reports from the crime scene,
our killer stood... here,
15 feet away,
but according to my calculations, that is way off.
The shots that went into the body,
don't match up with any of these.
But watch what happens
when I do this.
Killer was by the window.
The body was moved.
It gets even better.
Here, hold her.
Aw.
You guys look cute together.
So...
the nine-millimeter bullet that Ducky found
has similar characteristics to those that are fired
from an MP-5 submachine gun.
If our killer was standing 15 feet away,
then the groupings of bullets...
Would be closer together.
The body would be more torn up.
Yeah, and it's not.
I mean, the bullets are several inches apart.
One to the neck, chest, and stomach.
Yeah, which means what,
that the killer was farther away?
Not even in the same building.
Where?
A rooftop across the street from the loft.
I pinpointed an address.
1537 Windham Street.
Thanks, Abbs.
DiNozzo.
Yeah, boss?
Need you to take a second look at the crime scene.
According to Abby's
GPS coordinates,
the killer was standing over there.
I don't see any footprints.
Yeah, knew not to leave a trace.
Yeah, unlike some people.
You know, I'm gonna start charging your boyfriend minutes.
Please tell me you have not spoken to Ray.
Okay, I haven't spoken to Ray.
Unbelievable, you're supposed to be on my side.
Look,
the guy is desperate; what am I supposed to do?
Stay out of it.
Tell me what happened.
He does not appreciate me.
There.
If I had a dollar for every time a woman said that to me...
While he was overseas, you know,
we stayed connected as best we could,
trying to make whatever we had,
you know, just work, and now
he was finally back, and, uh...
we planned this-this lovely dinner.
But he never showed, Tony.
I waited in that restaurant, alone, for three hours.
No text, no call, nothing.
When I saw him next,
it was just the following morning,
and then he just said he "got caught up with work."
Well... Look, it just
brought me back to when I was young.
How my father could be.
There was always something more important,
and I was always left waiting for s...
There's someone there.
Yeah.
Let's go.
NCIS! Freeze!
Put your hands in the air! Now!
Turn around!
Oh, come on.
Federal agents! Stop!
Why do they always run away?
Hello!
Are you kidding me?
What were you doing at the crime scene, Detective?
What I've been doing every day for the past 13 years,
- I was solving a case. = Wasn't yours to solve.
You know what, I'm not gonna sleep
until I find Maya's killer.
And I don't trust anybody else to do this job,
especially a bunch of Navy cops.
You think we're not doing all we can?
I think you don't have a clue
how it feels to lose the one you love.
You're wrong.
Sit down.
Tell me about this.
What about it?
Well, it doesn't look good,
you spending money you don't have.
What's that supposed to mean?
We know about the insurance policy.
We know about how much you're due.
Look, I didn't... I didn't buy that, Maya did.
My dream for us
was to live on a, uh, on a boat someday.
And then out of nowhere, she-she surprises me last month.
And now it sits in my driveway,
And when I look at it, I... I see her.
I see the...
I see the trips we were gonna take,
and the kids we wanted to have.
Our jobs kept us apart, but...
the time that we spend together,
it-it was... it special.
You know?
We never took it for granted, ever.
And I would do anything,
I would give anything to just have...
more of that.
You understand?
Did she, uh,
she spend money like this before?
No, no, Maya was... she was pretty conservative.
She do anything else out of the ordinary lately?
She scared? She nervous?
No, she would've...
I mean, she would've told me if there was anything was wrong.
We-we talked about everything.
Sometimes couples keep secrets.
Not us.
No way.
McGee confirmed that only the commander's name
was on the sales contract for the boat.
Put down more than $10,000 in cash.
Where'd she get the money?
Find her superior.
He might know.
Got a location on Ambassador James Ealy.
Just returned to Cairo.
Put him up.
Evening, Ambassador.
Mm. Think you mean "Good morning."
Tell me about Lieutenant
- Commander Maya Burris. - Ah.
We're all still in shock over here about what's happened.
What can you tell us about her most recent assignment?
Well, Commander Burris often had multiple assignments.
Uh, she was one of our top Naval attachés.
Uh, she worked with coordinating high-level meetings
with various officials throughout the Middle East
and Africa.
You know about her trips to Pakistan?
Yes, she traveled there often.
Yes, uh, mainly for de-briefings with our embassy in Islamabad.
Was she following someone?
If she was, I didn't know about it.
Lately, all she talked about was...
getting home to her husband.
Boss, the State Department just transmitted photos
taken by security cameras near the U.S. Embassy in Islamabad.
Found several capturing Commander Burris.
When? Two weeks ago.
And she was with someone-- a man.
Go on, put it up.
Not exactly a friendly chit-chat.
She is clearly afraid of him.
Maybe she's headed back toward the embassy.
Could have been going for help.
McGee, the last photo, isolate it.
Hard to make out a face, boss.
No, not the face. Closer.
Close-up on his ear.
That's a wireless headset.
I may be able to trace the signal.
Do it. Find Abby.
Got it, boss.
Hey, it's Detective Burris again.
Third time he's called today.
He's not letting up.
What do you want me to do?
Nothing. I'll talk to him.
Sure that's a good idea?
You got a better idea, DiNozzo?
Sorry. That came out wrong.
Well, I think I might.
Worked with a lot of guys like this in Baltimore.
Can I give it a try?
You know, just-just tell me you got the S.O.B.
Well, tell me you got... you got something.
You know, you're pursuing good leads.
You got to trust we're doing all we can.
I'm going crazy here.
I'm just sitting on my hands, waiting for something to happen.
You know what? It's-It's not how I'm built.
I get it.
Your life is about the next case, right?
Won't sleep until you solve it?
It's all I ever wanted to be was to be a cop.
You know, work homicide.
Nothing better than giving the...
victim's family some peace.
Right? Justice? But...
I'm doing this job, you-you see so many bodies.
You start...
You start to get twisted, you know, angry.
Most of cases you know you're never gonna solve.
I mean, after a while, you...
you know, you disconnect.
You have to.
Those bodies-- they're...
they're not people anymore.
They're just...
Case numbers.
Puzzles to solve.
Well, look, you're on the other side now, Nick, so...
...you gotta let yourself grieve.
Let us do the work, all right?
So, uh, where were you?
Baltimore.
Philly before that.
Yeah. You ever marry?
Almost. Once.
Let me guess-- she hated you being a cop.
Told you it was the one thing that you loved more than her.
It was that and the red wine... I think.
All right, I gotta get back.
I'll keep you posted, all right?
Agent DiNozzo?
Yesterday, I, uh,
tore this place apart looking for something.
I didn't find much, but...
there's this.
I don't recognize the name.
Thanks.
Commander Burris knew Ray.
Maybe tried reaching out to him.
Ziva?
Look, we need to find out
if he worked with the commander overseas.
Maybe he can tell us something about her travels to Pakistan.
Ziva, we need to talk to him.
I'll go.
Alone.
You're still mad.
I'm not here for that.
We need to talk about Commander Burris.
It's terrible what happened to her.
She was a real asset to ONI and State.
So, did you work with her?
On my last assignment overseas.
She set up meetings and ran interference.
Most recently with the ambassador in Cairo last month.
- Why? - And that was when you last spoke?
Yes. Ziva...
you know I'm not supposed to talk to you about this stuff.
We know she was traveling with a man.
Any idea who he could be?
No clue-- and even if I did, I wouldn't be able to tell you.
Mm-hmm.
Fine.
Then we are through here. Thank you.
Are you gonna keep punishing me?
'Cause it's killing me.
Oh, so you're the one in pain!
Because I don't recall me leaving you at the restaurant!
Ziva, I messed up. I'm sorry.
You were not there, Ray.
I'm here now.
It was one screw-up.
Don't throw away everything we have over one screw-up.
It's not just about a screw-up.
You do not care.
That is not true.
Look at you.
Putting up walls again. You do it with me.
You did it with your father...
Don't. It's not about my father.
Ziva, I'm never gonna hurt you again.
Give me another chance.
It's too late.
I love you.
Now or never.
Ziva David,
will you marry me?
Get up.
Not until you say yes.
Get up. Just get...
This is embarrassing. Get up!
So you don't want to marry me?
That's not what I said!
Is this your way of making it up to me?
No, of course not. I was planning
on asking you to marry me that night at that dinner.
This is what I want, Ziva.
Okay, so, what about the next time you stand me up?
Or the next time you leave the country for months on end?
Look at me. It's never gonna happen again.
You've said that before, Ray.
I've applied for desk duty.
- Did something happen? - No.
It's just what I want.
I'm back.
I want a life with you,
in a big house in Virginia somewhere,
with a big garden.
And I want to have two kids, maybe three.
And I want them to have your beautiful eyes.
Marry me.
So... what did C.I.-Ray have to say?
He has not had contact
with Commander Burris in over a month.
Not talking about the case.
Spill it.
Did he go all Rico Suave on you?
Flowers, down on one knee?
You knew Ray was going to propose?
Marriage proposal's a sacred thing.
If a guy tells you he's gonna do it, you hold that close.
It's an unwritten code all men live by.
Where's the rock?
I told him I would have to think about it.
That's the kiss of death, Ziva.
I did not say no.
I just have to make sure that I am ready.
That we are both ready.
Nobody's ready for marriage, trust me.
If they were, the divorce rate wouldn't be 50%.
Not to mention the murder rate.
Oh, you're really helping. Thanks.
Getting married
is a leap of faith, right?
Is Ray the right guy for you?
Maybe. Maybe not.
But if you love him, you...
you got to jump in, feet first.
Hmm. This coming from the man
who did not even go through with his
own little wedding.
Ah, but I killed the proposal.
Should have seen me.
Rocked a tuxedo, set out the candles.
I even managed to shed a tear.
Something you want to share, DiNozzo?
No, not really, boss, but, uh...
Hey, you should be getting ready
to, uh, play Father of the Bride.
I'd base it on the Spencer Tracy classic.
Skip the Steve Martin.
Yeah?
I'm happy for you, Ziva.
I did not exactly say yes,
so... it is not exactly official.
Well, it will be if it's right.
You and Jimmy Palmer.
Double wedding!
Okay, whatever you guys
are talking about right now,
stop, 'cause it couldn't possibly be as important
as what me and McGee have to tell you.
Go, Abbs. We searched
the databases of every wireless earpiece manufacturer
from here to Timbuktu, and we came up with a match. Hit it.
It's called the DX-1200.
It's made by a company outside Phoenix
that specializes in devices
for high-security government lines.
That means those lines are harder
to trace or hack or otherwise compromise.
Only 400 of this specific model are registered in the world.
Most are in the Middle East.
- Could be someone in Pakistan. - You got a name?
Uh, nothing yet, but we do have this.
A scan of the commander's
browser history showed multiple
searches for the Saleh Revolutionary Corps,
or SRC, during the past month.
If this is who she was tracking,
she must have more intel than some week-old browser search.
Question is-- where?
One place we haven't checked.
I'm not sure what you're looking for, Agent Gibbs,
but Maya wouldn't hide anything on the boat.
I mean, she barely spent any time here.
Well, look, I, uh... look, I know how hard
you're working on this case.
I meant no disrespect.
None taken.
I'll do whatever I can to help.
Found something!
Bring it up. You ever seen this?
No. Never.
Let's open it.
It's all about the Saleh Revolutionary Corps.
The who?
We believe that your wife
was tracking a known terrorist group.
Is this her handwriting?
She was in trouble, wasn't she?
Yeah.
Why wouldn't she tell me?
We protect who we love.
Okay, Abbs, talk to me. What do you got?
Believe it or not, I'm not the one
doing all the talking this time, Gibbs.
Commander Burris is. She has a lot to say.
Journals tell us she began working with a former colleague
to help take down the SRC.
Okay, it breaks down like this.
Her first entry was on December 17.
It was also the same day as her first trip to Islamabad.
On December 30, she goes back.
But something happened.
She got scared.
"I shouldn't have gotten involved.
"I'm in danger now.
Things could turn ugly fast."
Threat from SRC?
No. From a former colleague.
By cross-referencing dates and locations of her travels
with the cell signals of various DX-1200 earpieces,
we were able to narrow it down
to one signal.
The itineraries completely match.
You got an I.D.?
Yeah.
Barry Norton.
Stationed in Pakistan as a civil engineer in 1998.
Began working as a liaison for the Cairo Embassy
in 2003.
Recently fired.
For what?
Fraternizing with anti-American terrorists.
Most notably, the SRC.
But after Norton was fired, he took it one step further.
He started working with the bad guys.
Sold them government secrets.
Accessed the commander's
high-level security privileges to do it.
- Used her. - Yeah.
And when she found out, she flipped.
She told Norton that she was
gonna go public with what she knew.
Killed her before she could.
Also tracked down the contractor from the loft.
He's Norton's cousin.
Then he had access.
Location?
Cell phone's off, but I did get
a hit on a car registered in Norton's name.
It was issued a parking ticket last week in Georgetown.
Put out a BOLO.
No, no, that sounds completely crazy,
but okay.
We can talk later about it.
Sure, Ray.
Okay, bye.
Jumping in feet first, David?
Ray is renting a jet.
He wants me to fly to Miami tomorrow to tell his parents.
And I am seriously considering it.
Wow! Oh.
Great.
So why the shift?
Seeing Detective Burris.
How much he still loves his wife.
How he just wishes he had one more day with her.
I guess, I just, I don't want to live with regrets.
You know?
Ziva, DiNozzo, squad room.
Go, McGee.
State police tracked down Norton's car.
He was involved in an accident last night.
Where?
Corner of 16th and Bell.
Bring him in.
McGee, I said Norton.
Not his car.
Uh, boss, he's at the morgue.
Was pronounced dead at Washington General
at 11:34 last night.
Gibbs, Norton's brakes were definitely...
I can't hear you, Abbs.
Sorry, Gibbs.
It's hard to hear me when I'm all jammed up underneath there.
I was trying to tell you that Norton's brakes
were definitely tampered with.
More like completely destroyed.
Cut the line?
In three different places.
Someone wanted to make sure he couldn't stop.
Wanted to make sure he was dead.
DIA just confirmed that the Saleh Revolutionary Corps
placed a fatwa on Barry Norton.
When?
Two weeks ago.
Surveillance in Islamabad said
there was some kind of argument over money.
He got greedy.
Apparently, he was quoted as saying
if they didn't pay him what he wanted,
he'd expose the strategy for their next mission.
Norton must have been the target all along.
And the commander was
collateral damage from the first failed hit.
McGee, Norton's cell phone history now.
Okay.
Calls made in Islamabad.
Ziva.
Where you going?
Do not try to stop me, Gibbs.
I have something to do.
Ziva, you're here!
This is totally exciting.
And I am weirdly gifted at wedding planning.
That is not why I came.
I need your help with something else.
Okay. What?
Can you access old voice mails and text messages on my phone?
Of course. How far back?
A month. Maybe two.
Okay, you have a really strange look on your face,
and it's kind of scaring me.
What is this about?
Abby, just do it.
Once I input your number, I'll be able to access
the server's mainframe and pull the records from there.
Might take a second.
All right, I'm in.
Bringing up all your phone calls from the past two months.
There.
Bring up just those calls.
Cross-reference with Norton's phone activity in Pakistan.
All calls were made in Islamabad.
The caller was in the same place as Norton.
Thank you.
There you are.
Where are your bags?
Now you have my answer.
Let me explain.
There is nothing to explain.
You killed an innocent woman,
and then you tried to lie to me about it.
It's not like that.
When I saw your number, I knew.
Did you think you could get away with it?
The commander wasn't supposed to be there.
Norton was my target.
She was a mistake.
One you took great pains to cover up.
Ziva, you have to understand,
Norton was a very dangerous man.
I had orders to take him out in Pakistan,
but unfortunately, he fled the country on an alias
before I could get to him.
I wasn't gonna let him get away a second time.
He needed to be handled,
and I didn't care if he was on U.S. soil or not, Ziva.
American lives were at stake.
So I handled him.
You went against your superiors.
I did what I had to do.
You of all people should understand that.
Norton's gone, Ziva.
It's over.
It will never be over for Commander Burris's husband.
You ruined his life, Ray.
Do you not understand that?
Enough.
I don't want to talk about this anymore.
I made mistakes.
And what's done is done.
Now I just want to go back
to being the man that I used to be before all of this...
...the man you fell in love with.
That man is gone.
CIA confirms that Ray violated orders
by taking out Norton on U.S. soil.
He's done.
What can I do?
Drive.
Just drive.
You know, you should let McGee take care of that tech stuff.
I can handle it, Tony. Thank you.
Why is this thing not even turning on?!
It's okay to ask for help, you know.
Do not need help, Tony.
I am fine.
Uh-huh.
I can see that.
Give it to me.
Listen, don't beat yourself up.
There's no way you could've seen it coming.
No way any of us could've seen that coming.
You'll find somebody, someday.
I'm not sure I want to.
I do not think, uh, children and marriage
are part of the plan for me right now.
And I am fine with that.
Perfectly... perfectly content with my life.
Hmm.
Content, but are you happy?
Are you?
Detective Burris.
Sorry. I-I know it's late.
I just needed to hear you say it in person.
You guys got the guy who killed Maya?
Yeah, it's over.
We, uh, apprehended him this afternoon.
I'm not asking how, Agent DiNozzo, I'm asking who.
His name is Ray Cruz.
And he will never, ever hurt anyone again.
Thank you for-for all you done.
Guess you Navy cops aren't so bad.
Gee, thanks.
Walk you out?
Yeah, yeah, sure.
So, how long you two been together?
Oh, no, we're not a couple.
Just coworkers.
And friends.
Yes, yes.
Very good friends.
That's good. That's, uh, real good.
You hang onto that.
You never know when you're gonna need somebody to be there.
Cherish each other.
That's all I'm saying.
Every day.
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