I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Stand up.
Slowly.
Hand it over.
I-I have a hunting license.
Not for my land you don't.
This is private property. Give it.
Let's go.
Back to your car.
You can't threaten people like this.
I'm tired of you weekend warriors coming out here
and putting bullets in defenseless creatures.
And for what? A selfie?
So you can show your friends how tough you are?
You better hope that ain't from one of my bucks.
Me? I didn't do that.
Uh...
Oh, my God.
I didn't do that, either.
♪ NCIS 17x15 ♪ Lonely Hearts Original Air Date on February 11, 2020
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♪﻿﻿﻿♪
Buenos días.
Hey. Uh, what are you doing here?
Hey, didn't expect to see you back so soon.
Yeah, man, I was getting a little stir-crazy on that couch.
Doctor said I could come back to work, so...
But on limited duty, right?
Well, that's what he said, but please.
Nobody puts baby in a corner.
Well, Nick, you got hit by a car.
I mean, you almost died.
Yeah, I know.
Yeah, I'm like a superhero, man. I'm like Wolverine.
I regenerate.
Shouldn't you be taking it easy?
I'm fine, really. Had a great workout this morning.
I already lined up a date for tonight's Valentine's.
Oh.
Wait, it's Valentine's Day? Again?
Oh, Delilah's gonna kill me.
Okay, do you guys know the number of any nearby florists
or anything? No?
Okay, I'll figure it out.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Hey, Nick. I'm so glad to see you're back.
Thank you. At least someone's happy.
That's a nice valentine.
Who's that from? Mm.
I don't know.
Someone left it on my desk this morning
with a dozen roses and no note.
Ooh, you know what that means.
Hmm?
You got a secret admirer. Mm.
Oh, come on.
It's no secret.
You know who sent it.
Stop. Don't even go there.
I told you, we do not have a thing.
If you say so.
Plus, Gibbs is definitely not the kind of guy
to send a valentine. Yeah.
Gear up. We got a dead body.
Torres, are you good?
Good to go, sir.
Nice valentine. You want one?
Mm. Thank you.
You're welcome.
Mmm-mm! Ooh...
Shut up.
All right, local LEOs
found his clothes stashed behind a log.
His I.D. lists him as Navy Captain Alan Wales, 54.
Lives in Reston.
You talk to the property owner?
Yeah. She says the, uh, area is closed to the public,
but due to the heavy deer population
they get quite a few poachers.
I'd say this could be a hunting accident,
except the guy's...
Buck naked.
Yeah.
Wales's cell was in his coat pocket,
but the battery's dead.
Give it to me, I'll power it up. Okay.
Hey, hi. Where's the body? Through here?
All righty. All right.
Make a hole. Let's get to work.
You in a rush, Jimmy?
Nick! Oh, I'm so glad that you're back.
Yes, yes, I'm in a hurry. The, uh...
The in-laws have Victoria, so Breena and I are going to be
going out for Valentine's.
She got us a hotel room.
Ooh, so romantic. Yeah, you know,
after seven years of marriage, you gotta keep things fresh.
You need some champagne,
some chocolate-dipped strawberries.
Time of death.
Uh, well, it looks like he's been here
for quite some time.
Based on the beetle larva on him,
I'd say it's been six weeks.
And the cause of death?
Entry wound in the chest
seems like the most likely culprit.
Okay, spread out.
Look for bullet casings. Hold on.
I don't think it was a bullet.
He was shot with an arrow?
Right through the heart.
Well, it is Valentine's Day.
Boss, I got something here.
Looks like Wales was on the Fleet Date app
right before he died.
English, McGee.
It's a dating app
specifically used by people in the Navy.
And the last text he made was to a woman
he met through the app.
Has she got a name?
Uh, Stacy Gordon.
Lives in D.C. Okay.
You and Torres find the rest of that arrow.
Bishop, come on with me.
McGee, you mind? Got it.
She live alone?
Her name's the only one listed.
Ready?
It's not too cold. Come on.
It is not too cold. Come on.
Right here. That would be...
Gibbs, isn't that your friend...
Phil? Gibbs?
There we go.
Much better.
Sorry you had to see me in my skivvies.
Yeah, I am, too.
Yeah. It's so good to see you, Gibbs.
God, we haven't really hung out since what, the cabin?
Oh, hey, you guys like to stay for lunch?
Hey, Phil, not a social call.
I'm here on a homicide investigation.
Oh. Who was murdered?
A captain that Stacy dated.
She never told me she dated a captain.
Hmm. So... hey.
You two...
Yeah, yeah, we've been together about four weeks now.
It's going great, Gibbs. You'd love her.
Wait, hang on a second.
You don't think she had anything to do with the murder, do you?
Phil, I don't think anything yet.
Where did you two meet?
Uh, through a dating app, if you can believe that.
That-that Fleet thing. Yeah.
Uh, look, I'm telling you, that app saved my life.
I was in a dark place after the divorce.
Then a friend turned me on to Fleet Date.
And, yes, it was rough going at first.
There's a lot of weirdos out there.
This one woman, she had a thing for bald guys
and kept wanting to rub my... Hey, Phil.
I'm sorry.
Then I met Stacy. Yeah, she's amazing, Gibbs.
She's beautiful, kind, intelligent.
I haven't felt like this in years.
Uh, Commander Gordon.
Mm-hmm.
We were talking about Alan Wales.
How long were you and Wales together?
Uh, on and off for about a month.
Just wasn't that serious.
Why not?
Because he could be really vain.
He was always working out,
like he was trying to prove his masculinity.
Unlike Phil, who just exudes it naturally, you know?
...I'll put my hand around here...
Huh.
Um, when was the last time you saw Captain Wales?
Uh, about six weeks ago.
We were supposed to have a date,
but he just stopped replying to my texts.
What do they call that?
He ghosted you.
Yeah, ghosted.
I thought he just blew me off.
But I always had the feeling
that I wasn't the only woman he was seeing, you know?
Player.
Thanks for your time.
We're also gonna need an account of
your whereabouts around the time of Wales's death.
Of course, of course.
I have detailed records of my schedule at my office.
I'm a JAG lawyer.
Yeah, not just any JAG lawyer; one of the best.
Phil, you...
Well, it's true. You're a genius.
You're too kind.
And you are too beautiful. That's what you are.
No, no, come on.
Come on. You are so beautiful.
Okay, we're just gonna let ourselves out.
I love your mustache so much.
- Oh, thank you so much. - Come on.
Huh.
What, you find something unusual?
No, I'm just going through Wales's Fleet Date account.
It's amazing how many people I know that are on here.
Yeah, you won't find me in one of those apps.
Why? It's, like, how people meet these days.
I don't know, I like to meet women the old-fashioned way.
I feel like all these computers, they, you know,
- they take away some of that... - ...magic.
Oh... my God.
I just toggled over to "single men"
just to see who's on it, and...
Vance's profile came up.
No!
Yeah.
Favorite activities: sailing, listening to live music...
Is that a picture of him in his bathing suit?
Ooh, how do I unsee that?
He is fit.
I don't know, this is like a Japanese horror film.
We all might die in seven days.
Okay, let's agree to never talk about this again.
Good. Then we can get back to work.
Give me an update.
Well, DoD reported Captain Wales missing six weeks ago.
Highly decorated, single, no kids.
Checked out his dating history,
and Stacy was right.
Wales was a player; he dated lots of people,
often at the same time.
Which means our suspect pool just got a whole lot larger.
Phil's girlfriend in the pool?
Her alibi checks out.
At the time of Wales' death,
she was on a case in Atlanta for about two weeks.
Crime scene. Shot with an arrow.
Naked. Why?
Humiliation.
Maybe as retribution for Wales
humiliating the killer in the past.
As for the arrow, it's kind of obvious.
The killer literally wanted to break Wales's heart.
Premeditated. Crime of passion.
Keep digging.
Uh, Gibbs, do you have a second?
Yeah. What's up?
I, uh, just wanted to thank you,
you know, for the chocolates and flowers.
It was really sweet.
Jack, I didn't even know it was Valentine's Day.
Really?
The whole office thinks it's you.
I wish I'd thought about it.
Okay.
Hmm.
Hey, Kasie.
Whoa!
Oh, my God. Nick, are you okay?
What are you trying to do?
Trying to send me back to the hospital?
I am so sorry. The arrow just got away from me.
What's this?
I'm trying to figure out how far
our killer stood from the victim.
It's not going so well?
I am from New York. What do I look like,
Robin Hood from the hood?
Come on. Let me see. Let me see.
Mm-hmm. Okay.
Mm-hmm.
You sure you want to be doing this?
Archery puts a lot of strain on your muscles.
Muscles you really should be resting.
You're messing with my concentration.
Boom! Ha. Still got it.
Yeah, you do.
So, uh, any progress on the case?
Uh, I'm still processing the rest of the arrow.
Haven't found any prints so far.
What about the arrowhead? Can you trace it?
The make is a carbon steel broadhead.
Pretty commonplace. Anybody could've purchased it.
Okay, so we got nothing.
I didn't say that. While I was
researching arrowheads, I came across
an MPD case from four months ago.
A guy was found half-naked with a hole in his chest.
Want to see the murder weapon?
Thanks for coming down, Detective.
Oh, yeah, no problem. Uh...
I told your agent, we're at a dead end with our case.
Uh, not sure if I'm gonna be able to help.
What do you got?
Uh, about four months ago, a Chinese joint downtown.
Busboy goes out for a smoke,
and he sees Olson in the alley,
naked, with an arrow coming out of his chest.
And that would be Chief Petty Officer Craig Olson?
Yeah. I mean, he was retired.
That's why we hadn't notified you guys yet.
You find anything on the scene?
Well, the arrow was clean. No prints, no fibers.
We canvassed the block, but, uh,
there were no witnesses, no suspects.
Okay, and Craig Olson, what can you tell us about him?
He's a family man. Wife, kids.
You find any of those love connection thingamajiggers
on his phone?
The what? How?
He means, uh, dating apps.
Oh. Uh, no, no.
Nothing like that. Uh...
Like I said, it was a dead end for us.
So you think we're looking at
the same perp for both these murders?
Hard for it not to be.
I mean, but what's the pattern?
Besides them both
being Navy men, they have nothing in common.
Well, maybe they knew each other.
Oh, after we heard from you, we did check Olson's
phone records and e-mails, and Wales' name never came up.
Sorry to interrupt, boss. You got a minute?
I was going through Olson's evidence box.
Found his cell. Turns out he was on Fleet Date, same as Wales.
No. Not according to MPD.
That's because Olson used a software
to hide it on his phone.
His wife. Yeah.
So I was going through Olson's dating history,
and guess who he was seeing right before his death.
Think your friend Phil
may be dating a serial killer, boss.
Look, Agent Gibbs, I know how this looks.
Two men I dated are dead.
But I didn't kill them.
What's my motive?
Wales and Olson were womanizers.
And what, I found out and wanted revenge?
Come on. That's weak.
And you know it.
I'd have to be pretty stupid
to kill both men when the dating app points right back to me.
It's too self-incriminating.
And I have an alibi.
Not for Olson you don't.
Mm, I do for Wales.
I was in Atlanta.
You had a few days off.
Oh, here we go.
You could've driven. Mm.
Could've driven here, committed the murder and then drove back.
This is all way too circumstantial.
I could've also just sat in my hotel room the whole day
watching pay-per-view.
Which I did, by the way.
You can check the hotel records.
What do you think?
She's smart, credible.
Still, I can't shake the feeling that she's hiding something.
Speaking of secrets, you find out who your admirer was?
I haven't really thought about it much.
Really? Hmm. Mm...
That would drive me crazy.
We could call the delivery service.
Oh, honey, please. I already have.
They-they were no help at all. Mm.
It doesn't matter. Right?
These things have a way of revealing themselves.
Look,
the only reason I agreed to talk without a lawyer present
is because Phil said you were a fair man.
And I'm seriously starting to doubt that.
"Tucker."
What?
Uh, your last name. Used to be Tucker.
Tucker was my married name.
You guys get divorced or what?
You're looking right at the report.
It was an accident.
He died.
Lot of men seem to die around you, huh?
Unless you have something to charge me with, we're done here.
Give me an update. What do we know about the husband?
Um...
Mark Tucker, married to Stacy for 13 years.
They lived in Adams County,
Virginia, where he worked in his family's
livestock business.
Died five years ago at the age of 47.
How?
Well, we checked both the police
and coroner reports, but it just listed death as accidental
and having taken place in their home.
I put in a call to the sheriff who was in charge of the case.
Okay, go pay him a visit. Take Bishop with you.
Where is Palmer on the autopsy?
Uh, he just got Olson's body from the D.C. medical examiner.
I'll check in with him.
Gibbs.
Oh, boy.
Is it true?
Did you interrogate my girlfriend?
Phil,
not here.
How could you do that?
Were you even gonna tell me? Yes.
I was going to tell you. I was waiting to have the facts.
Oh, you can't possibly think she's a murderer.
She's innocent, Gibbs.
We do not know that yet.
Yeah, but I do.
I know her.
You've been with her for four weeks.
Doesn't matter. I just know.
And I'm a pretty good judge of character.
Phil!
Your ex-wife cheated on you with the same guy
who tried to murder you.
Oh. Yeah, fair point.
Yeah. Forget I said that.
Uh, look, you're wrong about her.
You know how much she means to me. I need this.
Oh, come on. A-All right, look.
How about I-I prove to you she's innocent?
- I join the investigation and help out. - No. No. No.
I helped you catch that murderer last year in the woods.
I'm practically an agent.
No, you're an accountant.
Eh. And last year in the woods,
you fell off a trail.
And you got Fornell shot.
God, I wish you didn't have such a good memory.
Forgot about that.
Phil, come on.
If Stacy is innocent, I'll find out.
And you stay away from her.
Okay.
You coming?
Mm-hmm.
What's wrong? Are you okay?
Yeah. I must have, uh, had some bad Thai for lunch.
Uh-uh. You're in pain, aren't you?
I told you to take it easy.
Maybe you should just sit this one out and rest.
Okay, yes. I'm a little sore.
Mm-hmm. But I know what I can and can't do.
I just wish people would stop fussing over me.
Mm.
Okay.
Are you coming?
I pulled the Tucker file after you called.
Here you go.
Shame what happened to Mark.
What do you remember?
Around five years ago,
Mark's wife Stacy-- real nice lady, smart as a whip--
came home to find him facedown at the bottom of the stairs.
Wow. He fell?
Just a tragic accident.
Seems he had one too many that night
and went ass over teakettle.
Yeah, that wouldn't account for
the lacerations on his head and the amount of blood loss.
What are you saying? That he was murdered?
It was an accident.
Maybe that's what Stacy wanted you to think.
No, sir.
I've known that girl since she was a baby.
She doesn't have a mean bone in her body.
All right, Sheriff, well, we won't take up
any more of your time. Thank you for the file.
You do much archery around here?
Yeah. I used to coach
the kids during summer camp back in the day.
You ever teach Stacy?
Come to think of it, I did.
She was pretty good at it, too.
I am so sorry this happened, my darling.
You know if I could change it, I would.
Just know that I love you, okay?
Jimmy?
Oh, got to go. McGee's here.
Yeah. I got to go.
Love you, too, honey. Yeah.
Thank God, man.
I didn't see the...
In the ear, and...
Never mind. How's Breena?
Uh, Breena is, uh, uh, not happy. You know?
With the two bodies in autopsy now,
the chocolate-dipped strawberries
are gonna have to wait.
Well, were you able to make any progress at least?
Yes. I was able to determine they were both killed
by the exact same type of weapon.
Oh, and I found something interesting.
Organ damage that occurred prior to death.
On which victim?
Both of them. It's pretty severe, too.
Like they both have been sick for quite some time.
Hell of a coincidence. Huh?
Yeah. Any idea what caused it?
No, no. I just sent a tissue sample up to Kasie for analysis.
Hey, guys.
Oh, wow. That was fast.
You got the tissue samples already?
What? Oh, no.
I'm good, but I'm not that good.
I have something even better.
I finished processing the arrow found at the crime scene,
and I found a strand of hair.
Could be our killer's. Yeah, it was tangled up
amongst the feathers at the end of the arrow.
How does that happen?
Oh, here, let me show you.
Whoa! No, no, no!
You know, you can just tell us.
Oh. Well, when the killer pulled the bow back,
the end of the arrow must've brushed against their head,
yanked up a strand of their hair.
Oh, that's fantastic.
Stacy's in the Navy. That means we already have her DNA on file,
so we just match it against
the DNA on the hair and see if we've got our killer.
Yeah, unfortunately, it won't be that easy.
The hair that Kasie found
was not attached to a root, which means... Doesn't have DNA.
Right, but what it does have is hair dye.
The killer uses a unique organic dye
made from a henna plant.
So, if Stacy uses the same dye, then we have a match?
Correct. You're forgetting something.
We need Stacy's hair to match it.
And something tells me she won't give it willingly,
and we might have a hard time getting a warrant.
Oh, we don't need a warrant.
We have a man on the inside. No.
Nick is right. Phil could go on a date with Stacy
and get a hair sample for us.
No, not happening.
Wouldn't be admissible in court, given how we obtained it.
No, we're not doing this.
But if it matches and we use it to confront her...
It may be good enough to rattle a confession out of her.
I am not putting my friend in danger, okay?
If Stacy is our killer,
every minute she's out there, Phil's already in danger.
Okay, this is great, guys. I promise I won't let you down.
Just grab a sample of her hair and get out.
Okay. Uh, question:
Do I get to carry a gun? No.
Okay, geez, just asking.
All right, Phil, now, we're gonna be watching and listening
from the car here. This pen has a microphone hidden inside.
If you get into any trouble at all,
say the word, we'll be there.
Like a code word?
Okay, let's see, uh, how about, um,
pineapple? Kumquat?
Or something more spy-like, like, uh, tread stone.
Or enigma? Oh, Blackwater.
Just pick a word.
Okay, all right. Abacus, abacus.
I'm an accountant. It's easiest to remember.
Besides, nothing's gonna happen. I'm not gonna need it anyway.
I told you, Stacy's innocent.
She didn't kill those two guys.
Three, actually.
We believe that she, uh, may have killed her husband, too.
Three?
Yeah. Good luck, Phil.
Three.
Make yourself comfortable.
Dinner shouldn't be much longer.
Ah, can't wait. Mm-hmm.
Mm.
You know, frankly, I'm a little surprised
you're here after what your friend said about me.
Oh, that's just Gibbs. He, uh, he accuses people
of murder all the time.
I know he's your friend, but honestly,
I don't know what you see in him.
I mean, that steely gaze
and "man of a few words" routine.
Who's he kidding?
Does that actually work on anyone?
And you know what?
I don't care what people say, he's not that handsome.
You know?
Totally agree.
And after the way he treated me, he's lucky I don't sue his ass.
I'm sure he was just doing his job.
Yeah, but you don't believe him, right?
I mean, that's why you're here.
Right. Of course.
'Cause, Phil, if this is gonna work,
we've got to have trust.
I can't be with anyone who doesn't have my back.
I couldn't agree more.
What are you doing?
Why are you holding my brush?
I was, um...
Uh, I was...
I was... Brushing your hair?
Pineapple.
What?
Uh, no, wait, uh, tread stone.
Oh, damn it. Code word.
Code word. Code word!
Sounds like Phil's in trouble. Should we go inside?
I don't think so.
Give me my brush.
Did you really think I could be a murderer?
Give that to your friends
for their DNA test.
I don't ever want to see you again.
Get out of here.
Innocent?
Kasie ran the test twice. Stacy's hair is not a match.
Poor Phil.
Poor us. Now one of us has to tell Gibbs
that we lost our only suspect.
Oh, yeah, good luck with that. What?
Oh, hell no, I'm not gonna be the one to tell him.
- He already knows. - Hey,
Gibbs, uh, you talk to Phil? How's he handling it?
He's not. Stacy won't return his calls.
Well, can you blame her?
We all thought she was a serial killer.
Worst Valentine's ever.
Focus on Wales and Olson. Find another link.
Well, we better do it fast, boss.
I got a call from Detective Logan at MPD.
His superiors are rumbling about jurisdiction.
They want Olson's body and the evidence back.
Hold them off long as you can.
- Kasie. Yeah. On my way down. - Gibbs.
Kase, what do you got? Oh, sorry, Gibbs.
While I was waiting for you,
I was working on a little side project for Sloane.
Sloane asked you to do that?
Actually, it was my idea.
I can't have a secret admirer on my watch.
I'm a forensic scientist. I have to know.
You know, actually, between you and me,
it would save me a lot of trouble
if the person who sent it just admitted to it.
I wouldn't tell anybody. It could just be
our little secret.
Okay, moving on.
So I just tested some hair samples...
Yeah, yeah, she's innocent. I know.
Not Stacy's hair; our victims'.
Jimmy sent me Wales' and Olson's tissue samples to analyze,
but the results were inconclusive.
Since I was testing Stacy's hair,
I tested theirs, too, and found this.
What is it? Methamphetamine.
Wales and Olson were on meth?
Cheap stuff, too, which explains the damage to their organs.
In fact, the meth in their system
had the exact same chemical composition,
which means we found another link between them.
They got the same dealer.
And we have another suspect.
Whoever sold them the meth could be our killer.
Hey, Phil.
What are you doing there?
♪ Born under a bad sign ♪
♪ Been down since before I could crawl ♪
♪ If it wasn't for bad luck... ♪
Ah, Phil, what the hell you doing, man?
Hey, Gibbs. You're just in time. I'm about to hit the chorus.
♪ If it wasn't for bad luck ♪
♪ You know I wouldn't have no luck at all. ♪
Come on.
I know you're hurting, man.
This is no way to deal with it.
Getting drunk in the afternoon.
I'm not drunk. It's milk. Couldn't find the scotch.
I was so mad at you, Gibbs, for making me doubt her, but...
it's my fault.
I should've trusted her.
We didn't help much.
I was so lucky when I met Stacy.
I met her, and suddenly I didn't feel so alone.
You know?
I don't know.
Maybe I should be more like you.
The lone wolf. Huh?
Go the "Way of the Gibbs."
Come on, seems to work for you. Eh.
Doesn't always work that way.
You get lonely?
Well... I mean, I'm busy.
I mean, I got work and the boat.
Sometimes that's not enough.
Think you'd ever get back into a relationship?
Oh, I don't know.
Been there.
Not sure I'm cut out for that.
But, hell, Phil, you are.
Yeah, well, what am I supposed to do, Gibbs?
Stacy won't see me. I lost her.
Get her back.
Don't give up.
She's worth fighting for, right?
Yeah, yeah.
Get her back.
Yeah? Gibbs.
Uh, boss, we may have something here.
So, remember how Stacy told us
Wales was obsessed with working out?
Torres checked the cameras at the gym and found footage of him
with somebody doing a transaction.
It could be our dealer.
Did Olson work out at the same gym?
No, he went to a different one across town,
but I checked their cameras,
and the same guy showed up there as well.
Kasie used facial recognition
and I.D.'d him as Matthew Duques.
Runs a nutritional store in town.
Okay, get Torres, pick him up. Meet you back at the office.
I got to go, okay? Yeah.
Hey, don't drink all the milk.
Yeah, okay.
So, this is where our meth dealer works?
Yeah, what were you expecting? Not a nutrition store.
Well, at least now you can stock up on supplies.
Okay.
Uh, Mr. Duques?
NCIS.
I got him.
Torres, wait.
Oh, man.
Freeze!
The hell was that?
What part of "limited duty" don't you understand?
So I got a little tired.
Yeah, and because of you, our suspect almost got away.
But he didn't.
But he could have.
What are you trying to prove?
You need to rest, Nick.
Slow down.
Nobody will think any less of you.
This is a mistake.
I'm an honest businessman.
Okay, well, honest businessmen don't run.
And they don't sell meth hidden in pills.
Found that in your back room.
Had it analyzed. Five percent meth by volume.
Okay, I don't know what you're talking about.
You recognize these men?
No. Should I?
Yeah, probably.
They're two of your customers.
So, what happened?
They found out that you were selling them cheap meth?
They confronted you, and then you killed them?
Wait, what?
Th-These guys are dead?
It's a hell of a complaint department you got there.
No.
No, no. You-you got this all wrong.
No, what we've got is you on tape
selling meth to our victims.
No, I-I wasn't selling them meth.
Then what were you selling them?
They saw my ad on the dating app.
They said they wanted something to give them a little boost,
make them more appealing to the ladies.
So I sold them my virility supplements.
They just happen to have meth in them.
Ginkgo biloba wasn't cutting it?
Okay.
I may have used, let's say, some more powerful ingredients
to get a stronger effect.
But I'm a supplements manufacturer.
I'm not a murderer.
You believe him?
If he is telling the truth, imagine the irony.
In trying to make themselves more appealing, Wales and Olson
were slowly killing themselves without even knowing it.
Oh, man.
Everything all right?
Yeah, it's Phil.
Probably just wants some more relationship advice.
From you?
Hey, Gibbs?
We have a problem.
While searching Duques's belongings,
we found a prescription for hydromorphone.
That's a heavy-duty painkiller.
Yeah, apparently, he was taking it for his shoulder.
He tore his rotator cuff about six months ago.
He was in an accident, and he never healed.
Ah. So with a bum shoulder...
No way he could handle the bow and arrow.
He's not our guy.
Hey, Phil? It's not a great time.
Oh, Gibbs, thank God. I don't know what to do.
Slow down, Phil.
What-what's going on?
I went by Stacy's house to patch things up,
and her house had been broken into.
I think whoever did it might still be here.
Phil, listen to me.
Hang up the phone and get out of there.
You understand?
Phil!
Bedrooms are clear.
No sign of them in the rest of the house.
BOLO, now.
NCIS! Whoa!
Whoa, don't shoot.
Sheriff? What are you doing here?
Stacy called me. She said she was in trouble.
I rushed right over.
Well, why did she call you?
You got something to say, I'd say it now.
Because I'm the only one that knows her secret.
Stacy killed her husband.
It was late June,
around suppertime.
Stacy came to my place sobbing, covered in blood.
Told me Mark had been on one of his benders
and had gotten particularly nasty with her.
Physically abusive?
It had been going on for years.
Hell, I always thought she'd be the one dead before him.
Not that night. She fought back.
He was choking her.
She grabbed a poker and hit him over the head.
Poor thing was so scared, she didn't even wait
to see him drop.
She just ran straight over to my place.
I went over to check on him, found him dead.
So to protect her, you changed the report,
made it look like an accident?
I knew I should've never given you those crime scene photos.
Why change the report at all? I mean, it was self-defense.
You don't know Mark's family. They're vindictive.
They would've brought her into court and made her life hell.
I couldn't let that happen to her.
That poor woman had already been through enough.
And no one else knows about this?
No. Course, Mark's family,
they all blamed her for what happened.
All except one cousin, I remember.
Always thought he had a sweet spot
for her.
You remember his name?
I only met him a few times.
Logan.
Tom Logan. I heard something about him
moving up here to become an MPD detective.
All right, got it. Thanks.
MPD says Logan never showed up for work.
Now, I've got his home address, but he also has a cabin.
Hit the cabin first.
You guys go ahead without me.
Torres, you okay?
I need to get some rest, man. I...
I'm not gonna be any good to you guys like this.
I'll meet you at the office.
Good.
Tom, please don't do this.
I should've never brought you here.
I-I, uh...
I killed the others at night.
They were by themselves.
This-this-this was i-im...
impulsive. I'm not impulsive.
No, you're psychotic.
Tom. Why are you doing this?
For you, Stacy.
I-I...
I love you.
I've loved you since the moment I saw you.
I couldn't just watch
and do nothing while men hurt you.
I had to hurt them back.
Like I did with Mark.
Mark? I don't...
I-I went over the house after you left.
He was still alive.
I put an end to that.
You killed him?
So we could be together.
We will never be together.
Huh?
Well... really?
And here I was, thinking I'd only have to kill him.
Logan's cabin?
Cabin J, just down here to the right.
I'm sorry to get you involved in all this, Phil.
I'm sorry, too, for not trusting you.
If it means anything, I was falling in love with you.
Okay.
Let's get this over with.
Tom, please don't.
Don't worry. I'll be right behind you.
I don't want to live in this world without you.
Uh, wait. Before you go through with this,
have you thought about the tax implications?
The what?
Well, you're-you're planning on killing yourself, right?
As an accountant, I'd advise you to at least wait
until you have your estate plan in place.
I don't care about any of that stuff.
Oh, but your beneficiaries will.
Come on, Tom. You come from
a big family, right?
I'm sure you got a favorite niece or nephew.
He does. Little Bobby Jr.
Little Bobby Jr.!
Well, you wouldn't want Little Bobby Jr.
not getting what's coming to him, right?
And then there's the death tax. You know about that, right?
No.
Oh, Tom, come on.
You got to reduce your assets below the threshold,
or those taxes will kill you, Tom.
Kill you. No pun intended.
Enough!
Say goodbye.
You both okay?
Oh, Gibbs, thank God.
I was running out of accounting tricks.
Excuse me. Are you Jacqueline Sloane?
Yes. Hi. How can I help you?
I think those are for me.
Uh, I'm sorry?
I'm Sloane Jackston. I work in HR.
My husband's overseas and sent me a Valentine's gift,
but I think the courier
must have sent it to you instead.
Oh. Right.
Can I have them back?
Oh, yes, of course. Of course.
I'm sorry. I ate some of the chocolates.
Most of them, actually.
That's all right. I ate most of yours, too.
Hmm?
The card fell behind my desk when they delivered it.
I-I only found it today. That's how I knew to come to you.
Wow. Thank you so much.
Well, nice meeting you.
Happy belated Valentine's.
Yes, you, too.
Hey. Phil.
Hey, Gibbs. How are you? Come on in.
Good. Good. I can't stay. I'm, uh, picking up Stacy.
We are going out to dinner.
She took you back? Yeah. Yeah.
I got you to thank for that.
And for, uh, saving my life.
Well, you never sing in my house again, we're even.
All right. Oh, here.
I got you this.
I created a profile for you
on Fleet Date, using some old photos
I took last year at your cabin.
I figured the app worked for me, maybe it'll work for you.
Phil, it's not me.
That won't even work on my phone.
Yeah, I know. That's why I bought you a new phone.
Okay? Look, you don't have to use the app now.
Just think about it. If you ever get lonely,
you just hit that button, okay?
Who knows? Maybe you'll find love, too.
Who knows? All right.
- I got to run. - Okay. I'll call you later.
Right. Yeah.
Call.
Yeah. Do it.
"Do it."
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