All right. You stay here.
Special Agent Gibbs?
Thanks for coming.
Alan Katzenbach.
Hi. On the phone, you said this concerned national security.
Yeah. I represent Chief Petty Officer Wiley,
who's about to be arraigned for possession of narcotics.
He has sensitive information he would like to trade.
We want you to help us with a plea bargain.
Okay. I'm listening.
All I know is it involves an arms dealer named Agah Bayar.
Let's talk.
I don't think I can do this.
Yes, you can.
Are-Are you okay?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Call 911!
Code 12. Code 12.
Come on, man! Breathe!
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Doc, what are you doing?
Trying to find a wedding present for Mr. Palmer and his bride.
Where is he?
Breena called, summoning him to approve
the wedding font for the invitation.
I was taking advantage of his absence to select
a suitable gift from their registry.
I find this whole online process
rather distasteful.
They tell you what to buy for them,
you click a few buttons.
It's gift wrapped, packed, shipped.
You don't do anything.
It's so distasteful.
What are you sending them?
His death drug-related, Doc?
Uh... n-no.
Uh, the death certificate will read, "ventricular tachycardia,"
extreme and rapid heartbeat.
- He's a little young for that, isn't he? - Actually, no.
Almost 10% of heart attacks in men occur before the age of 45.
Almost 80% from coronary heart disease.
However, that is not the case with our petty officer.
Two years ago, he was diagnosed with bradycardia,
a slow heartbeat.
This pacemaker
was installed to control that condition.
He was diagnosed with a slow heartbeat,
and he died from a rapid heartbeat?
Yeah, strange, isn't it?
That's why I'm going to have Abby run tests
on this little device,
to see whether it malfunctioned.
Morning, ladies.
McGee...
What's Ziva doing?
Memorizing her speech.
- Speech?! - Director Vance volunteered her
to speak at a high school career day.
In what language, Vulcan?
I can hear you, Tony.
I do not need you making this worse.
- Back up. - I think you mean "back off," Ziva.
Oh!
Why are you so uptight, Ziva?
Public speaking's not my...
thing.
Makes me nervous.
Nervous? What are you talking about?
I've seen you take down armed terrorists
without breaking a sweat.
I'm trained for that.
Hey, Dornaget!
Where you been hiding?
Uh, I've been working
as an alternate evidence custodian.
Ouch. Yeah, I hate it.
Any advice on how I can get into the field?
All in due time.
You are not ready yet, my little grasshopper.
What brings you up here?
Uh, we don't have a signature card on file
in the evidence locker for Special Agent DiNozzo.
What are you talking about?
I signed one of these things years ago.
Well, it's probably just an oversight,
but we don't have it, so...
So... that's your problem.
Please...
Agent DiNozzo? Special...
Agent DiNozzo.
And, first, you're gonna explain
what happened to the original, huh?
You know what?
Let me see that.
No, it needs to be Special Agent DiNozzo.
It is.
Wait a second.
Wow, that's dead-on.
He forged my signature perfectly.
Duh. He's been doing it for years.
I don't know if I can use this... Ow.
Hi, boss. It'll be fine.
Talked to Wiley's C.O. at the Naval Research Lab, boss.
He had top secret clearance.
They've locked down his workstation and computer
and are conducting a damage assessment.
McGee, were you able to connect him to Agah Bayar?
Not yet, boss.
I need to find out what Wiley was gonna tell us.
Yeah, Abbs.
Yep, on my way down.
What took you so long?
What do you got, Abbs?
Wiley didn't have a heart attack.
I mean, he did have a heart attack, but he didn't.
He was given a heart attack.
You're not making any sense.
Okay.
His pacemaker is Internet addressable,
so a doctor can monitor and control their
patient's heart functions 24/7.
Somebody hacked into this puppy
and changed Wiley's heart rate.
60 to 100 beats per minute is normal.
His ticker was cranked up to 400 before he died.
Gibbs somebody murdered Wiley by remote control.
Chief Petty Officer Wiley
enlisted in the Navy after high school.
He was an Operations Specialist
aboard the nuclear submarine USS Lafayette.
After he got the pacemaker,
he was no longer qualified for sea duty.
But his top secret clearance led to his billet
at the Naval Research Laboratory.
- Family? - Never married,
parents deceased, one sister living in Phoenix.
Traffic sucks.
And I had to wait for Wiley's
cardiologist to finish surgery.
What'd he say?
Well, he was shocked.
He said Wiley was in two weeks ago
for a regular heart exam, and things were A-OK.
The doctor or anyone in his office access the pacemaker?
Uh, he assured us no one had, uh,
at the time of death.
You believe him?
Yeah, yeah.
He, uh, showed me the monitor logs.
- Check out Wiley's apartment. - Mm-hmm.
Find me something that connect him to Agah Bayar.
On it, boss.
"I am most sure you can see from my accent..."
Hey, hey!
Hey, give it!
Aah! Paper cut.
You really gonna say that to a bunch of high school kids?
I know what you're doing.
You can mess with Dornaget,
but you're not getting inside my head.
I would love to take this S.O.B. out of circulation.
Yeah, me, too.
He's really slick.
And he's smart.
He's just legitimate enough to cover the jobs that aren't.
He's got good instincts.
He knows when to walk away.
Any idea what the dead petty officer was trying to tell you?
No.
Not yet.
Got his lawyer coming in here.
He was too shaken at the courthouse.
I was hoping I could get him in here
and squeeze something out of him.
I put in a call to my counterparts--
FBI, CIA, DIA-- trying to see
if any of them were tracking Agah Bayar.
What'd they say?
It's what they didn't say.
I got a feeling I was stonewalled.
Something's up.
They just weren't in a sharing mood.
DIA didn't even return my call.
Ah, hell, Leon, that's just us.
- We're still fighting for respect. - Yeah.
You know, I envy you, Gibbs.
You don't have to put up with the politics.
When I get the boot or...
drop dead in this chair, don't take the job.
Hear you loud and clear.
Oh, kids are growing up way too fast.
Jackie's trying to get me to take some time off,
take a vacation.
God knows when that would be.
Listen to her.
Gibbs, when that lawyer gets here,
bring him to my office.
I'll help you squeeze him.
The signal that triggered
the pacemaker was piggybacked onto a TV satellite feed.
Yeah, this guy is devious.
It's gonna take a while to back-trace
the source of the hacking, find out who killed Wiley.
Hey, Abby.
Hey.
Where'd you find 'em?
They were under my coffee table.
I put them on my desk in there for you.
What was that about?
Oh, um, Dorney left his gloves at my house last night.
What was he doing there?
Thanks.
Yep.
Can I ask you guys a question?
Sure.
How do I get on Gibbs' good side?
I would kill to be on his team.
Well, Tim would know.
Gibbs likes agents who are one step ahead.
You know, anticipate what he wants before he asks.
Okay.
Thanks, McGee.
Bye, Dorney.
Bye.
What was he doing at your place?
This place is a mess.
So was Wiley.
Health problems,
busted for drugs, and was about to wind up in jail.
Ooh!
Well, this was not bought on a chief's salary.
Ooh!
Look at that.
Give me that.
Nice.
Ziva David.
Yes, I'm all set.
Um, I'm looking forward to it.
I have the directions, and, uh, I'll be there.
Yes.
Yes, thank you.
Why did I say yes?
To what?
The career day at Montgomery Prep.
I'm still a little nervous
and unsure of what to say.
Well, Montgomery Prep is all boys.
You'll be standing
in front of pubescent males with raging hormones.
Wear something tight.
They won't hear a word you say.
Aw, come on.
Looks fantastic.
Look at this thing.
Doesn't this look great?
Take it off.
You're no fun.
I wonder who's gonna inherit it?
Tony.
Whoa.
You are his lawyer-- what was the information
that Chief Wiley was gonna trade?
I... listen, I-I wish I could tell you,
but I don't know.
It wasn't like I didn't try to find out.
But, um, he said it was classified,
a matter of national security,
and if he told me, he'd be breaking more laws.
Uh...
he did say to get your attention
I should drop the name Agah Bayar.
What was Chief Wiley's connection to Bayar?
I swear, I don't know,
I only met him yesterday.
He said he saw one of my commercials on TV.
You've seen them, haven't you?
No.
How'd he pay you?
Uh, that's, um...
confidential.
Let me guess: Cash?
Hundred dollar bills?
You sure you don't have anything else
you can tell us, Mr. Katzenbach?
This is your last chance.
If we find out you've been holding something back,
you'll be standing in front of a Federal judge
as a defendant.
I...
Dorney, what took you so long?
Stopped by the break room.
I understand Agent Gibbs
enjoys a mid-afternoon cup of coffee.
Uh, yeah, but... McGee!
The probie's showing initiative.
That's good work; very smart.
Thank you.
Now, come and get the evidence.
$43,600.
You want to count it?
No, I trust you.
Well, I'm not sure I trust you,
so please sign the evidence custody log.
What is this?
I got you a cup of coffee.
I understand you take it black.
Where'd you get it?
Break room, sir.
That's not coffee.
You done here?
Boss, this is Agah Bayar
passing through customs at Dulles.
He arrived three days ago on a flight from Zurich.
I want to know every place he's been since, McGee.
Working on it.
Gibbs, I just got off the phone
with Wiley's C.O. at the Naval Research Lab.
His security team copied everything on his hard drive.
Two weeks ago, he accessed schematics and plans
for advanced stealth communications systems.
That something he's working on?
No, that's the problem.
His top secret clearance gives him access
to everything in the department.
What was taken?
Details on how the drones and stealth aircraft
communicate with each other
while still avoiding detection.
It appears Wiley
transferred everything onto a flash drive.
I'll fill in and coordinate with the DIA
- and other agencies. - In enemy hands,
that information would make our multibillion dollar
stealth inventory worthless.
This is our arms dealer, Agah Bayar,
arriving at the Westcott Hotel
45 minutes after he left Dulles.
That is some set of wheels.
1,200 bucks a day boss, waiting for him
at the airport.
We tapped into Metro PD
and Homeland Security surveillance networks,
ran facial recognition-- we had 14 hits on him
in the past three days.
Same camera caught Bayar leaving the hotel
32 minutes later.
Who's the handbag?
Don't know, but she's in six of the hits we got.
Georgetown restaurant, two days ago...
Wow.
...and this was yesterday afternoon.
Wow... I don't like Bayar's line of work,
but I'll tell you, he's got great taste in women.
She is smokin'!
Obviously a professional woman, Tony.
You think the Aston Martin was expensive?
A month of your salary might buy you
an hour of her time.
Au contraire, mon Ziva.
That...
is a girlfriend.
Trust me, I'm an expert.
- Expert in girlfriends or call girls? - Ziva,
find out who she is and go talk to her.
Mm-hmm. McGee, you and Abby
have any luck tracking the signal
that triggered Wiley's heart attack?
Some. The transmission was piggybacked
onto a TV satellite, and before that,
was routed through a NASA ground antenna
in the Mojave Desert.
That's where Abby and I hit a roadblock.
But Abby's got a friend in the space agency;
thinks me may help with the original source.
Where is he now?
Well, we just got a hit on him
ten minutes ago-- he is at an embassy...
Republic of Turkey.
McGee, call Fletcher in Tech Services,
tell him I'm on the way down to see him.
Whoa. Wow.
Do you really think she's that good-looking?
You're kidding, right?
Agent Gibbs.
What an unexpected surprise.
You enjoying your stay in Washington?
Yes, I always do.
You have business at the embassy?
Nope, I'm here to see you.
And how did you find me?
Cameras.
You know, a lot has changed since 9/11.
In this city alone, there's over 5,200 surveillance cameras.
There's one
down at the end of this block,
in fact, that can identify a person
within 500 feet.
Sounds like an invasion of privacy.
Something you Americans claim to protect against.
We protect ourselves,
from enemies both foreign and domestic.
I'm a businessman.
I broker deals.
Arms deals.
What do you want, Gibbs?
Just letting you know that we're watching you,
that we have you on our radar.
Some of your customers are on our unfriendly list.
We're getting a lock on you,
and we're gonna take you down.
Really?
Are you done?
Hey, boss.
Hey, the telephonic warrant come through?
Yes, it did.
Good.
Don't want to break any laws.
I put Fletcher's tracking device on his car.
Byar just turned right on Connecticut.
Good. Keep tabs on him.
Yes, I will hold.
All gone.
Next one's one me; you earned it.
You know who she is?
Yes. Oh, God,
why didn't you call me?!
I'm the senior agent. I did call you.
I couldn't find you anywhere.
Hi, Ava Baransky,
with your British passport. Oh...
I bet she's got one of those sexy Keira Knightley accents.
You think she's a call girl, huh?
Hardly.
She's a successful fashion model,
as well as an aspiring actress
rumored to have been seen with George Clooney,
as well as partied with Prince Harry.
It just keeps getting better.
She is...
rather smashing.
Yes, I agree. Tell her.
Who are you talking to? Customs at Dulles.
Ava Baranski flew in from London two hours before Bayar.
Where's she staying?
That's what I'm trying to figure out.
I'm gonna get that in my office.
Hopefully it's my friend Colin, from NASA.
Uh-huh.
Yes. Okay.
Well, thank you very much.
Your girlfriend's staying at the Westcott.
Same hotel as Bayar.
Let's go.
Thank you, Abbs.
Promise me you're not gonna make a fool of yourself, please.
Uh...
You going up,
Dorneget? Yes, sir.
You going to the squad room?
No, third floor.
Oh, right.
Buick's out of the garage, Dorneget.
Oh, man.
Boss, got something.
This is the surveillance shot we showed you earlier
of Bayar with the mystery woman.
Look who comes out of the same restaurant
30 seconds later.
Our dead chief petty officer Leland Wiley.
He met with Agah Bayar.
Good for you, McGee.
Nice job.
Hey, you find the woman?
Ava Baransky bolted.
She was booked at the Westcott
for the rest of the week, but checked out early.
Desk clerk said she appeared nervous,
stored her luggage with the concierge and then she left.
So I thought I'd just take it downstairs and go through it?
Ziva, put out a BOLO; she knows something.
How about I go through her unmentionables
and you put out the BOLO?
Where is Agah Bayar right now?
Georgetown.
And the car's not moving.
5600 block of Dumbarton.
Come on, McGee...
let's go.
There's his car.
Special Agent Gibbs.
Roca, Defense Intelligence Agency.
Let's get away from the window.
What's going on?
You weren't thinking of talking to Agah Bayar again, were you?
- Again? - Yeah, we observed you
outside the Turkish embassy this morning.
You guys have him under surveillance?
Why?
Just back off, stay away from him.
We're investigating a murder.
Our operation trumps that.
Okay, tell us.
You don't have the need to know.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Ava Baransky has been found.
She was trying to board a plane
at Philadelphia International Airport.
- TSA is holding her. - Where was she going?
Toronto, with a connecting flight to London.
I'll pick her up, boss.
It's only a two-hour drive to Philly.
And, you know, it's faster than taking a jet.
Unless we swing a charter,
because that's always good.
Whoa, cowboy.
Settle down.
- You're not going anywhere. - What?
Ziva, McGee, go.
Uh, Gibbs, Director Vance wants me
to speak at Montgomery Prep this afternoon.
I will not be back in time.
Dorneget.
Come here.
Gear up. You're going with McGee.
Gear up?
For a field assignment?
I think you're ready.
But I need to be back in the evidence locker.
I'll handle it.
You all right, Dorneget?
Yes, sir.
I just got off the phone with SECNAV.
NCIS will not be read into the DIA op.
Does he know what's going on?
If he does, he's not telling us.
Now, you know, probie, this is a test.
That's right.
Gibbs is giving you little baby steps.
Now, if you make a mistake,
you don't get a second chance.
And most importantly, you follow Gibb's rules.
Gibbs has rules?
- Yep. - How many?
Well, no one's really sure.
There's a lot of 'em.
What are they?
Well, let's start with rule number one:
"Never screw over your partner."
Mm-hmm.
You should be taking notes on this, by the way.
Oh.
Right. Sorry.
Thanks.
Now, when we get there, I'm the senior field agent,
so you let me do all the talking, all right?
You just observe and back me up.
Yes, sir.
Back you up.
Oh, my God, I forgot my gun.
Dorneget, you got to be kidding me.
You know the regulation.
An agent does not leave the building without his weapon.
If it means anything...
I have my cuffs.
Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks.
What'd you want this for?
For Colin. It's perfect-- he'll love it.
- Who's that? - Colin Fisker.
He's my friend from NASA.
He helped us track the signal
that sped up Wiley's pacemaker.
And, um, I kind of
promised him some other stuff, too.
Like, he wants to fire
a SIG at the pistol range,
and he wants to take a ride in the MCRT truck
with all the sirens blaring.
What is he, 12?
Uh, no. He's 16.
He graduated from CalTech when he was 12.
His mom drops him off
at the space agency every morning
'cause he doesn't have a driver's license yet.
Where would you meet a twerp like that?
At a Mensa retreat
in Santa Fe, last year.
He was presenting a paper
on magnetic activity in close binary.
Abby...
what'd Little Einstein find out?
Okay, so McGee and I couldn't get past
the NASA antenna in the Mojave,
so Colin picked it up from there.
The hacker had sent the signal all over the world,
but Colin found out that it actually originated here,
from a smartphone in Washington, DC.
Whose? Well, since McGee
is babysitting a supermodel, I guess this is my job.
Excuse me, sir.
Phone is registered
to Michael "Mickey" Reardon.
Conflicted dude-- high school dropout,
then he enlisted in the Army,
where he got his technical training.
He was excellent in the classroom, but had
some behavioral problems.
I can sympathize.
So he was discharged.
Bad conduct.
Then Mr. Smarty-pants got himself a job
at Broderick Worldwide Security,
the private military company.
Well, they have a reputation for not asking questions.
Mm-hmm.
Then Mr. Reardon blew it again.
He got fired last year; now he's freelancing
out of his house in Herndon.
Thanks, Abbs.
Hey. What should I tell Colin?
Tell him to wait till he grows armpit hair.
Step through, please.
You're here for Ava Baransky?
Yes.
Special Agent Timothy McGee, NCIS.
Special Agent Ned Dorneget.
You two are NCIS agents?
- Yeah. - Yes, sir.
You kidding me?
I applied to NCIS twice.
Got shot down both times.
Did you fail the physical?
Miss Baransky.
We're from NCIS.
Yes. I was told you were coming.
We're here to accompany you back to Washington.
This is about Agah Bayar, isn't it?
Yes.
Can't we just talk here?
I want to go back home to London.
When was the last time you saw Mr. Bayar?
When he woke me up this morning and informed me
that a business deal he was working on had gone bad.
He said he didn't want me to get involved
and suggested I leave the country at once.
He scared me.
She was traveling light.
I left my luggage at the Westcott.
I was going to send for it when I got back home.
We have it at NCIS.
Will you confirm
all your personal belongings are there?
Yes.
Passport.
Wallet.
Lipstick.
Cell phone.
Yeah, it's all here.
NCIS is taking custody.
One of you kids, sign here.
Sorry.
The students were genuinely interested in the agency
and asked intelligent questions.
Yeah? Like, "How many bad guys have you shot?"
No. They seem to be aware
of what's going on in the world
and want to have careers that are meaningful.
I totally enjoyed it,
and I volunteered
to return again next year.
Looks like he's home.
DiNozzo, take the back.
Got it.
He's running!
Federal agent! Stop!
Oh, this guy's moving!
He's fast!
I know.
Freeze!
Who is this guy?
How did you meet Bayar?
I was on a photo shoot in Vienna.
We were both staying at the Imperial.
We went out a few times.
Enjoyed ourselves.
When I got back to London, Aggie, he sent flowers
and a ticket to Washington.
Do you know what he does for a living?
We'll get into all that when we get to NCIS.
Will it take long?
It all depends.
We've got questions to ask you.
If you cooperate and tell us what you know,
it shouldn't take that long.
How long have you been an agent?
Me?
Uh, about six months.
This is my first field assignment.
Can't say I'm enjoying this.
But I'm glad I'm your first.
Rule number ten:
"Never get involved personally on a case."
You hit me with a freaking car!
I should be in the hospital.
Yes, he's right.
He does have a broken collarbone.
Duck, I don't have the time.
I got an international arms dealer
who may be trying to leave the country.
What meat locker do you have Chief Wiley in?
206. Why?
Two-zero-sixer.
All right, let's take a...
Oh, yeah, boss, that's definitely him.
What the hell are you doing?
Introducing you to the man
you killed by remote control.
Look at him, Reardon. Look at his face.
You did that!
If you cooperate, if you implicate Agah Bayar,
things are going to go much easier for you.
A-Agah... Agah who?
I don't even know
what you're talking about. Hey, Duck?
You should leave now, because Mr. Reardon here
is not going to survive his injuries.
Well, if that's the case,
we're going to need another slot here.
Ooh, that one's occupied.
Let's see.
That one's free-- and it's refrigerated.
Come on, you're not... you're not going to let them
get away with this, are you? - I think I'll get a cup of tea.
Anyone else? Yeah, I'd like a cup.
Thanks, Duck. I'd love one. Yeah, thanks.
Let... let go of me!
Tell Agent Gibbs what he wants to know.
Look, I-I've never heard of this guy you're talking about.
DiNozzo, get me something really sharp.
Let's put a little light on the situation,
see what we got here.
Oh, look at this.
Ooh, a bone saw!
Okay! Okay, okay, okay. I-I was hired by a Russian.
Russian?
Yeah. Uh...
an SVR agent.
A great-looking chick.
Baransky's a Russian name.
This will be just a minute.
I need to use the loo.
Can I take my purse?
Sure.
I don't go in with her, right?
Check out the bathroom, make sure there's no window
or other exit, stand outside the door?
Yes.
Standard procedure.
There you go.
Well, yes, of course we're aware
of Ava Baransky.
We've been monitoring her for years.
Director Vance, this is Inspector Challis, MI5.
Inspector.
Director. Please continue.
What can you tell us about her?
She was born in England.
British mother, Russian father.
Her parents separated,
and her father was transferred back to Moscow.
Baransky spent only one year at the London School of Economics
before dropping out and going to visit her father in Moscow.
That's when we think she was turned
and we put her on a watch list.
So you suspect that she's a Russian agent?
Oh, most definitely.
Her father was a general in the old KGB.
Now he's high up in the new SVR counterintelligence section.
Why wasn't her passport flagged?
Why weren't we told?
Don't you Americans talk to each other?
Your DIA instructed us
to make sure she got through customs without a hitch.
We removed all notations from her file.
Wasn't NCIS read in?
Thank you for the briefing, Inspector Challis.
Oh, don't be taken in by the young girl's good looks.
She's a skilled martial artist and weapons expert.
All right, what the hell's going on?
Agah Bayar was the middleman.
Ava Baransky was the client.
She was buying the stealth technology for the Russians.
Then why let her into the country?
I'm gonna go straight to the DIA director to find out.
I'll let McGee know.
Hey, boss.
Yeah, we just stopped for gas.
Ava Baransky is no longer a witness,
she's a suspect; consider her dangerous.
What's going on?
McGee,
I'll fill you in when you get back.
Dorneget!
McGee!
I'm in the bathroom!
I'm in here!
McGee!
I don't know what happened!
I came here to look around,
and the next thing I know, I was on the ground
and she was choking me, and then I woke up
and my tie was in my mouth, and she was gone.
We gotta find her.
You know, if you hadn't been so distracted
by her beauty, none of this would've happened.
I wasn't even attracted to her!
Oh, please. You couldn't take your eyes off of her.
She really didn't do it for me. She's not my type.
She's every guy's type, Dorneget.
McGee, I'm not attracted to any woman!
I'm gay.
My first assignment as an agent, and I lose the suspect.
Gibbs is going to kill me!
We're both dead meat.
It's Gibbs.
What are you gonna tell him?
The truth.
That's my rule number one: never lie to Gibbs.
Boss?
Are you sure?
Mm-hmm.
Boss?
I see.
Boss, are you there?
McGee,
let her go.
Excuse me?
Ava Baransky.
Tell her we no longer need to interview her.
Apologize for the inconvenience,
and tell her that you'll take her anywhere she wants to go.
What happened?
Trying to find that out.
Thank you.
We're toast, right?
What was his explanation?
Will you excuse us, please?
The stealth technology stolen by Chief Wiley,
brokered by Agah Bayar and sold to Ava Baransky
was all part of a DIA sting.
It was misinformation.
It was a fake? Phony?
Intended to sabotage Russian stealth communications research.
Well, that's why they want to let her go.
Yep.
She has it on a flash drive disguised as a lipstick.
DIA must have known that Wiley needed money
to support his habit, so they dangled the bait,
and he took it.
Yeah, and they couldn't have guessed he'd get busted
for drugs and want to make a deal with us.
And when the Russians found out, they hired Reardon to kill him.
Leon, what do I tell my team?
Tell them nothing.
It's still need-to-know.
How in the world do Wiley and Agah Bayar know each other?
What just happened?
I don't know.
We're the luckiest guys alive.
Don't count your chickens.
What do you mean? Gibbs.
Somehow, he finds things out.
Not if we don't tell anyone.
You're not going to tell anyone, are you?
No.
But I'm not gonna lie if asked.
About the other thing I mentioned...
What, that you're gay?
That's cool
I don't advertise it.
Not a lot of people at the agency know.
I understand.
How do you think DiNozzo will react?
Oh, he'll be happy.
Really?
Yeah.
Less competition.
Hmm.
Tony, sit down, relax.
Why'd they let her go?
McGee did not say.
I do not think he knows.
Why are you so upset?
Really wanted to meet her.
Well, she's completely out of your ballpark.
League.
She's a successful British model,
dates princes, movie stars, millionaires.
What could you possibly offer her?
Ah, the DiNozzo charm.
That charm ended with the last generation.
Ooh!
Dorneget!
Hey, hey, hey, man.
Just the guy I wanted to see.
So how was she?
Was she really hot?
I'd ask Probie-One, but you can't trust him.
He's got strange taste in women.
Come on.
She was beautiful.
Stunning, in fact.
Sexier in person.
And with a British accent.
British accent-- I knew it.
Where's Gibbs?
Thank you.
I did not think I'd see you so soon, Agent Gibbs.
Care for a glass of wine?
I'm working.
I take it you still have your radars locked on me.
How'd you know that Chief Petty Officer Wiley was approachable
and would sell information?
Who are you working for?
Well, in my profession, I walk a very fine line.
But I usually work for whomever pays me the most.
In this case?
Sometimes you get lucky.
I got paid from both sides.
The Russians wanted the information,
and U.S. intelligence wanted them to have a version of it,
and you were the perfect middleman
to make it all seem legit.
Correct.
So we're playing for the same team.
This time.
Come on, Gibbsey.
Let me buy you a drink, hmm?
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