Thermal imaging shows a pilot, two passengers.
It's got to be Merriweather and Bishop.
NCIS!
McGee, it's a trap! There's a bomb on that plane!
Get out of there now!GIBBS: Tim,
raise your hand if you can hear me.
VANCE: His comms are out.
[grunting]
Stop!Ellie!
Nick!
You don't have to say it.
I know you had no choice.
You saved Tim's life.
BISHOP: Okay, this is ridiculous.
I'm gonna ask for directions.
There. Turn.
Turn!I'm doing it,
I'm doing it, I'm doing it.
I can't believe I let you drive.
Uh, how is this my fault?
You're the navigator.Yeah, well,
the navigation only works if you follow it.
I miss McGee. Oh,
believe me, if I could trade you for him right now,
I would. Hey!
[chuckles]
That hurt my feelings.
[groans] Still no service.
Hey, don't you blame that on me.
I'm not the dude that gave you awful directions.
Yeah, well, what do you expect
with no street signs? Plus, how nervous
would you be about tipping off the Feds
about a house full of explosives?
Who you trying to call?
Look, you better hope these people can tell us
where the tree that looks like Dolly Parton is...
No, seriously.
You've been trying to get service
since before we got lost.
Just seems like an important call, that's all.
What's going on?
Oh, look.
Your favorite, a car with a popped hood.
All right, all right.
Uh...
the battery cable's fried.
[doorbell rings]Hey, this is a-a landmark.
"Notable historical site.
Sheriff's office and residence."
TORRES: "1898," ooh.
I bet there was some, uh, notable mustaches back then.
[sighs]
Ooh.
Door is open.
Hello? NCIS.
Looking for some directions.
Yeah, and you also need a new, uh, battery cable.
[door creaking]
Wow.
Hola, serial killer.
Mm, no, this was a sheriff's place, remember?
You know, I saw a house like this
on Zillow once.
[gunfire]
[man shouts]
[grunting]
[groaning]Get up, get up!
Let's go, get up! Come on!
♪
Yes, I will do that.
But your first priority is you, understood?
All right, yes, you do the same.
Gibbs, that was Agent McGee.
You didn't tell me that he was released from the hospital.
And in other good news,
I didn't expect to see your shining face
till the end of the week.After-action report is done.
Did a show-and-tell for SECNAV and half the DEA.
All right, so Merriweather's behind bars,
McGee's on the mend and everyone has been
sufficiently briefed.
Case closed.
Now what?
Well, that's what I'm asking you, Leon.
SECNAV said there was something new?
Maybe in Norfolk?
Mm-hmm.
"Mm-hmm"?
What?
Back to the Merriweather thing.
That wasn't just any action you saw, Gibbs.
Agent Bishop was almost killed.
You shot McGee for God's sakes.
I did what I had to do.
McGee knows that.
You talked to him?
He needs to rest.So you didn't talk to him?
Leon, we got something new at Norfolk or what?
Yeah. Yeah, we do.
Smuggled explosives.
We intercepted this shipment,
but intel suggests that there are more out there.
C-4? No.
They're calling them "cocktail bricks."
It's a novel mixture.
Puts any standard explosive to shame.
Bricks are being sold on the dark web to the highest bidder.
And they ain't cheap.
They're going for upwards of 1K a pound.
Who's doing the selling?Two brothers from Ontario.
Names are Craig and Jesse Duncan.
There's a BOLO out wide, but their whereabouts are unknown.
Just the two of them?
Yeah, from our reports, these two are ruthless enough
to do the damage of ten.
Hey, Gibbs?
I know you're down an agent with McGee out.
But Bishop and Torres already started digging into it.
Ah.
We're good.
Okay, update, let's go!
BISHOP: They're definitely gone.
The Duncans have left the building.
You know, I bet they're headed to the doctor.
We hit that one guy at least twice.
[exhales]
Thanks to your wrong turns,
we must've been driving in circles and ended up
at the right... [grunts]
...house.
[grunts] Nick?
[both grunting]
How are you moving the toilet right now?!
You know, you know what I don't get is why these guys
were operating out of an old sheriff's place.
It makes no sense.
Well, it makes all the sense.
Word on the street is you got a jail in your basement,
no one's gonna even think about coming at you.
[both grunting]
Okay, seriously, yours is not bolted at all, right?
Okay, I'm in position.
No way!
What?
They took our car!What?!
Oh, of course they did!
Of course! Of course they took the car!
Of course, because their battery cable
was fried! Okay,
just calm down.
Calm down.
All right, I took the glass out.
[grunting]
[groans] These bars aren't going anywhere.
TORRES: Wait, hold up.
Because, uh, when I make it up
to my window, uh, maybe I'll, uh,
I'll rip out the bars.
Right, with your superhuman strength?
Yeah.
Mm, okay.
Okay.
Let's try something.
[gasps] I have service!
I have a bar!
Damn it!
How does a bar show up and then never come back again?
[Bishop sighs]
Uh... you okay over there?
I really think we're stuck in here.
Wait a minute.
What?
What is it?
Ellie, we have a wall between us-- what is it?
Uh... I found something.
What?
I found their explosives.
The cocktails, the ones they're trying to sell?
Yeah.
They're here.
How many?
A lot.
I mean, this is worth a fortune.
There's no way they'd leave these behind.
First chance they get,
they'll come back for them.
Whenever I think about what happened,
it's like a movie playing in my mind.
The Merriweather Meltdown.
Our team has vowed to take out drug terrorist Merriweather
and the plane is seconds from exploding...
You-you know what?
It might look better over there actually.
[groans]McGee thinks Bishop is inside.
And nothing can stop him from trying to get to her.
So Gibbs has to shoot McGee in order to save his life.
No other choice-- a rock and a hard place.
The Merriweather Meltdown-- I got it
the first ten times you told me.
Sorry, yeah, I keep bringing it up, I know.
I thought that, uh,
a change of scenery in here might help get
my mind off the fragility of life, but...
J, you're in Autopsy.
I don't think moving a desk is gonna stop you
from thinking about the fragility of life.
[sighs]
One millimeter, Kasie.
If Gibbs's second shot had been one millimeter to the left,
it would have severed the femoral artery,
and McGee would be dead.
How does McGee live with that?
And Gibbs. I mean, McGee is like a son to him.
How does he drink his coffee?
How does he answer that flip phone?
How does he do anything, knowing that he almost
killed...?Oh, hi, Gibbs.
Oh, hi, Gibbs.
We were just moving my desk around.
I think a change of scenery is good in here, don't you?
We got anything on the case?
You mean Merriweather?
The one we're doing now, Palmer.
Nah, can't really give you anything
until Bishop and Torres come back with something for us.
Where are they?
You know where they went?JIMMY: They don't usually
sign out with us when they leave the building.
[laughs]Man...
Scenery's better where it always was.
[sighs]
Not one detonator.
These things are useless.
TORRES: Well, you wouldn't want to use 'em to bust out of here.
A mix like that--
we don't know what kind of damage it could do.
Hmm. Since when did you become so careful, cowboy?
Only have one shot left.
Hmm.
Two for me.
When these guys come back, we're screwed.
Hey, we're gonna figure this out, okay?
[exhales]Are you okay?
If you're nodding, I can't really see it.
You don't have to keep asking me.
If I'm not okay, I'll let you know.
Yeah, sure you will.
What is that supposed to mean?
You know exactly what it means.
No. If I knew what it meant,
I wouldn't be asking.It means
that you were trying to make a call in the car for, like,
20 minutes, and you wouldn't tell me who you were calling.
Because it's none of your business.But you made it
none of my business when you decided to hide it from me.
Why are you being so hover-y?
First of all, who says "hover-y"?
You refused to let me drive,
you had to be a hero with the directions,
you are badgering me about my phone calls,
and this morning, you made me wait eight minutes
before I had a sip of my coffee so it wouldn't burn my tongue.
Because it burned my tongue! I was trying to save you.
I don't need saving!
That call you were trying to make is about something
that's going on with you.Okay. So we're back to this again?
Yeah, I always tell you what's going on with me.
[laughs]: You do not.
Yeah, you ask, I tell you.
I was trying to call Sloane, okay?
I had an appointment with her
that I'm obviously going to have to reschedule,
so can we just get back to our lives now?
You call her to talk about Merriweather and the plane?
Nick, can we just...?
Look, we really need to figure out a way out of here, okay?
SLOANE: You know I'm not
gonna talk to you about work. That's not why I called.
Yeah, I know why you called. I'm fine. Oh!
[McGee groans]McGee?
Yeah.
Hey, sorry. No, I'm fine. I'm fine. [sighs]
So Delilah took the kids to her mom's,
let me get some rest, but I'll tell you what,
I just can't get my brain to turn off.
I talked to Vance.
The Duncans and-and the explosives
sound absolutely insane.
So when you rest, you think.
What are you thinking about, McGee?
Can you just tell me more about the case before
I go crazy, please?
Uh, nope. And we will pick this up again later.
Got it? Goodbye.
[sighs]
[groaning]
What do we know?Craig and Jesse Duncan.
Abusive father,
absent mother.
They grew up to be two live wires
who value business over brotherhood.
Over everything, really.They got records.
Yep, and pretty extensive.
Mostly for setting off illegal explosives
in what I would call extremely creative ways.
That it?
Yep.
Are you sure?
You've been kind of off.
No, I'm good. [clears throat] I'm good.
Uh, but you.
Uh, uh, tell me about you. How have you been?
What do you want me to say, Jack?
Come on.
One millimeter is one hell of a close call.
And I'm pretty sure it's weighing on McGee, too.
I did what I had to do.
McGee knows that.
Does he? Because
I just talked to him, and he was dodging the topic
as hard as you are right now.
Do you know where Bishop and Torres went?
Little off-kilter without our team, are we?
Do you know where they went or not, Jack?
They don't usually sign out with me
before leaving the building, Gibbs.
I-I... but I do know that Bishop will be back soon.
We have an appointment.
[phone rings]Actually,
she should've been here by now.
Yes. Gibbs.
What?
Where?
SHERIFF MAYES: Deceased is in the vehicle.
White male, 20s.
Good match to the photo of Craig Duncan from your BOLO.
How good a match?
It's a soft I.D. only. We still need confirmation.
There was another person in the car with him.
Brother?Could be.
Whoever it was ditched the car,
took the vic's I.D. and the car's plates,
got picked up in another vehicle to flee the scene.
As soon as we get confirmation
this is your guy, we can transfer the case
right over to you guys.This is our car.
Excuse me?It's an NCIS vehicle.
The agents driving
haven't reported back all morning.
Look, until I get that I.D., there's nothing...
I don't give a damn about the I.D.
Everything goes back to NCIS now.
My agents, it's my case.
What do we got?
Positively I.D.'d the victim as Craig Duncan.
He's got, uh, one gunshot wound to the shoulder,
one to the chest. He bled out in the car.
Just like you thought, the driver of the car
was the brother, Jesse Duncan.
His fingerprints are all over the steering wheel.
But where he ran off to,
we have no idea. And I know
Bishop and Torres are out there,
but before we get all bent out of shape
about what we don'tknow, let's take a breath
and focus on what we do know.
I extracted the bullets from the body,
and Kasie compared them to some slugs
she pulled from evidence.
Are the bullets ours?Yep, one was fired from Torres's
weapon, the other was from Bishop's.
Did he return fire?
GSR on his hands says yes.
Based on the amount of blood in the car, I'd say
that the Duncans fled pretty quickly after he was shot.
You think Bishop and Torres sent them running.Yep.
Plus, the Duncans had to hot-wire the car, which means
they couldn't get close enough to our guys to get the keys.
Plus, the lack of our guys' blood...That's right.
I didn't find any of Bishop
or Torres's blood anywhere, so...
You think they're alive?
Oh, I more than think it, Gibbs.
I can feel it in here.
Also, all of the evidence supports it, so...
Why haven't they checked in?Deer poop.
I found a good amount of white-tailed deer excrement,
various forms of vegetation,
etcetera, ground into the tires of their car.
They were driving in the woods.Now, I can take you
through all the specific species I found...
But I won't. Bottom line is,
I think Bishop and Torres drove somewhere remote,
which means they could be stuck there now without cell service.
And without a car.Then they are waiting on us.
You know, I was thinking,
the desk could actually work right over there, too.
J?Yeah.
Life's gonna be fragile
no matter where you put the furniture.
But Bishop and Torres--
they're gonna be fine.
[sighs]
BISHOP: Concrete,
water, fire.
Fire.
These things can't detonate, but we could burn them.
And burning ourselves alive would help how?
It's called "brainstorming,"
and I'm just throwing ideas around.
Maybe you should throw out a good one.Okay.
At least I'm trying.
You're just shooting everything down.
Well, because they're all bad ideas.
Can I have a piece of gum?What?
I think better when I'm chewing.
I don't have any.Nick,
I'm not an idiot. I know you keep an extra one
in your front left pocket for breath emergencies.
Well, that's my-my last piece, and I'm trying to save it.
For what?Well, you know, in case
we have to MacGyver something later.
[laughs]: Oh. Okay.
You think my ideas are bad, and you think
we're gonna bust out of here with a piece of Big Red?
Look, you don't know why...Give me the frickin' gum!
Okay, fine.[sputters]
Damn. Take it down a notch, all right?
Thank you.
Oh, my God.Look,
it's mushy, all right, but my pants are sweaty.
What do you want me to do?No.
[grunts] There's a bolt here.
It stopped the door from closing.
Can you open it?
No!
You need a lever.Ah.
Okay, MacGyver. You got one of those in your other pocket?
Oh.
That'll do.
Update. What do we know?
I think they're stranded.
And we have no idea where?
Tell you what.
I'll temporarily assign you agents to help with the search.
I can also call...
Gibbs?
They were sitting here.
And then they walked out, and they went somewhere.
And I got to find out where.
Boss. Hey.
What's all this?
Told you I need computer help.
Uh, I-I got your message, but, you know, you, uh, you-you
really didn't need to bring all that here. I was able to access
Torres and Bishop's systems remotely from my laptop.
Oh.Yeah, so, uh,
I just finished going through their systems.
Torres hasn't logged in for the week.
And the only thing that Bishop did
this morning was update her emergency contact data.
Anything else I can... I can help with? Anything I can do?
Mm, no. Nothing.
Get some rest.
Hey, listen, uh, I've been meaning to call you.
You did what you had to do, I know that.
Exactly.
Yeah.
Wait, whoa. Bishop's laptop.
Yeah.
Yeah, no, I-I helped her
install network protocols on here for added security.
Yeah, so?
So it's possible she might have done some work on here
that hasn't uploaded yet.
Yep, there it is.
She started generating a tip report.
She got a call from the tip line?
Yeah, she logged in the date and time of the call,
but she never finished filling out the details.
[line ringing]
Hey, Kasie.
Look into something for me.
[grunting]Are you using your quads?
You got to use your quads.[groans]
[grunting]
Hey, Ellie, what angle are your feet?
Okay, the more...
you shut up...
[grunting]
...the harder I can push.
What the...?
I think I heard the door move.
Did the door just move? Are you out?
[quietly]: Oh...
Holy mother.
Ellie.
Did you get it open, yes or no?Um...
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, I got the door open,
but, um...
I'm pretty sure these cells are rigged to blow.
What?
D-Do you see a timer?No.
When I opened the door,
it released some sort of...
pressure plate, and it's wired to the ceiling.
No, no, no, if a pressure plate would've been released,
then the explosives would have gone off.Yeah,
n-not so much-- it wasn't released all the way,
because I, um...
I'm standing on it.
[sighs]
You gotta be freaking kidding me.
Well, this is my second bomb encounter of the week.
That's got to be some kind of agency record, right?
But then again, Gibbs probably has me beat.
[grunts]
So, this is the storage place
for their high-priced explosives.
But why rig these cells to blow?
When they leave, they flip the switch,
and then if anybody breaks in, the whole place just blows.
Yeah, no evidence
to lead back to them.
That's a good call.
Wait a minute.
Was that a "Torres Teachable Moment"?
You know,
when you ask me a question
that you already know the answer to,
and then if I get it right, you congratulate me?
[chuckles]: No, I'm not playing mind games.
I'm just, uh, I'm trying to make a-a foothold here
so I can reach my window.
Oh, no, dude, the phone thing isn't gonna work.
Well, you had a bar for, like, a second,
and my arms are longer than yours.
They are not.
Yes, they are.No, actually,
your arms are disproportionately short for your body.
Okay, will you stop? You're standing on a bomb.
We don't have a lot of options.
[sighs]: Yeah.
[groans]
Ay, ay, ay.
[sighs] The foothold's not deep enough.
I'm gonna shoot it.
What?
Brace.
No! Stop.
H-Hello? Ricochet?
If you shoot the wall,
the bullet could just bounce right back at you.
I'll duck.No, stop, stop.
Just...
Do you... do you want to know what I was gonna tell Sloane?
During my appointment today?
I... When they were trying to get me on that plane,
I knew there was a bomb,
and I knew if they got me on the plane,
that I'd never get off, so I...
I fought.
And...
I wasn't just fighting for me,
I was fighting...
Look, you only have one bullet left.
You need to save it.
Okay? We...
We'll figure something out.
Okay.
KASIE: Hello.
You have reached forensic scientist Kasie Hines
of the Naval Criminal Investigative Service.
I'm either away from my desk or on another call.
Kindly leave a detailed message, and I will return your call
as soon as possible.
Hey, Kase. It's me.
Thank you, and have a phenomenal day.
[beeps]Kasie.
You got anything?
♪
[beeps, buzzes]
[beeping rapidly]
[buzzes, whirs]
Whoa! Heads up.
Kasie. I was calling you.In the lab?
I was there, then I stopped down to grab Jimmy,
and then we were in the elevator, and...
[stammers softly] Got anything?
I followed up on your lead.
A call placed to the tip line
was routed form the main switchboard
to Bishop's cell this morning.You know who made the call?
I tracked down the tipster's name, address and number,
but since we have to assume
the tip was meant to be anonymous,
I'm not sure it's ethical to use this.
That is where I come in.
KASIE: He's the most ethical person
I know, so I brought him down here
so the three of us could discuss.
Here are my thoughts. Now,
uh, first,
we're...
Dial.
Oh. The tipster? You want me to...
Exigent circumstances.
Bishop and Torres are in danger.
End of discussion.
[dialing]All right, okay. Just...
[line ringing]Caller's name is Michael Hodge.
[Hodge speaks indistinctly]Voice mail.
All right.
Send me his address.
Was he trying to give himself an update?
That is so sad.
Nick, give me an inventory.
Nick!What?
[sighs] Wearing a hole in the floor
isn't gonna do anything.
Look around and give me an inventory of what you see.
We did that already, twice.
There's nothing here that can help us.
Forget it. I got to get up to that window.
I'm shooting the wall.
No! Just please...No, listen,
I'm not gonna make another list here.
Your weight could shift. Uh, your leg could cramp.
I'm not gonna get a cramp.
You don't know that. You-- 'cause...
'Cause I'm a girl, and girls get cramps?
I swear to God, I-I've had enough
of your overprotective, hover-y man crap.
Look, it's not because you're a woman, it's because you're...
Because I'm me? [scoffs] I kicked your ass in every...
You're not listening to what I'm trying to say to you!
Just listen!
I'm not gonna sit here
and watch you almost get blown up again.
I'm not okay with you getting blown up, Ellie.
I'm not okay with that.
What's going on over there?
Close calls make you live harder.
Brace.
[Nick groaning]
Nick?
Just kidding. It worked.
It did?Hell yeah, baby.
Vámonos.
Yeah?
Michael Hodge?
Special Agent Gibbs.
NCIS.
Mind if I ask a few questions?
We waiting on someone else?
Your-your partner or someone to ask the questions?
You made a call to the tip line this morning?
That was a question.
Sorry, uh, it's just that I'm...
My dad... used to do that.
Look at me without...
talking.
I hated it.
Mm-hmm.
Uh, yeah, I called the tip line.
Lady said it was anonymous.
Special Agent Bishop.
So, not anonymous, huh?What was the tip?
Uh, I told her about these papers that I found.
I was going through my dad's old stuff.
He died last week.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, these papers, um...
they're like this classified Navy stuff,
and I didn't know what to do with them.
Didn't want to make my dad look bad,
having them around the house, you know?
These papers have something to do with the Duncans?
The who?
Craig and Jesse Duncan.
I don't know who that is,
but I have the papers if you want to see 'em.
[phone ringing]
Hey. Torres.
Gibbs.You okay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're okay.
Where are you?
[signal breaking up]: We went... tip...
What? You're breaking up.
Wait. Gibbs, can you hear me?Can he hear you?
I don't know. He's not answering.
Gibbs, we're stuck.
We're stuck in an old...
[static over phone]
The-the sign said...
Notable...
down in...
Nick, can you hear me?
Gibbs, hear me?
Say again.
The... Notable...
down in...
Torres!
Gibbs?
[grunts]
Hey! H-Hey!
I don't like liars.
Torres made contact. He called Gibbs.
McGEE: Is he okay?
What about Bishop?
Yes, thank God,
but we still have no idea where they are.
Did you pin down a cell tower?
No, the connection wasn't good enough.
And, in fact, the only other word that Gibbs could make out
was "notable."
Wait, "notable"? Torres has never used that word
in his life.
[muffled clattering]
Hey, McGee, have you talked to Gibbs yet
about this one-millimeter thing?
A close call like that can really affect you.
And now with Torres and Bishop on the line,
I just want to make sure Gibbs is okay.[loud thud]
I got to go.
[sighs]
He's moving furniture now?
GIBBS: Change of scenery.
I know what you're doing.
I told you the thing about my dad staring and now you're...
How do you know Jesse Duncan?
I'm not looking to get mixed up in this, man.
I could ask for my lawyer.
Yeah, you could.
Then again, I got two agents in danger right now.
And what would your dad say about that, Michael?
Look, I've known the Duncans since we were kids.
They were gonna bring me in on the thing they got going.
They were training me.
But I changed my mind.
Why?
My dad found out what was going on.
He begged me to get out.
I promised him I would.
It was the last thing I said to him before he died.
Sorry.
But the Duncans...
they'd never let me out alive.
I know too much.
So you called in a tip.
Said I knew about some cocktail bricks in a house.
It was supposed to be anonymous.
I thought you guys would go down there and...
...take 'em down, and I could just walk.
But then Jesse called.
He asked me to pick him up on the side of the road.
Where is Jesse now?
HODGE: I don't know.
He took my truck.
He's gonna leave the country.
When he knows how he's getting out,
he's gonna go back for the bricks
and then he'll disappear.
Go back where?
Look at me, son.
Where'd you send my agents?
Directions are kind of complicated.
Can I use your pen?
Ballpark?
Down in Harris County.
I'll get his directions to Kasie
and have her call you in the car.
Anything?
How can a bar just show up and...
not come back again?
Hey, how much do you think Gibbs heard?
I don't know. From what I could make out over here, not much.
[vehicle approaching]
Whoa.
Truck.
Is it Gibbs?
Nick?
Not Gibbs.
[door opens]
TORRES: Don't shoot, man.
I got a situation down here.
BISHOP: Standing on your pressure plate.
You shoot, I'll step off.
TORRES: You got a solid setup down here, dude.
Everything will explode. Me, him,
your bricks down here.
And probably you up there, too, am I right?
So why don't you come down here and we'll talk this through.
DUNCAN: How do I know you're being straight?
[chuckles]
That was easy. No ammo left, huh?
I had two shots, actually.
Oh.
Where's your brother?
Dead. You killed him.
Sorry about that.
We weren't that close.
Hey, listen.
We all know how much these bricks are worth.
You want your payday,
we want to walk out of here in one piece.
So what's the plan?
The plan is, you let him out,
you disarm the bomb.
We give you five minutes, take your bricks and walk away.
[chuckles] You're feds.
You can't make deals like that.
Exigent circumstances.
Nah. You've had all day in here
to figure a way to slip me up.
We're doing this my way.
Yeah? What is your way?
I'll get this thing working and I'll let you out.
But I ain't disarming anything.
You go into her cell, you slide out the bricks,
and I'll be on my merry way.
Hey, you want to live, and I'd rather not be running
from a federal murder charge the rest of my life.
It's a win-win.
But if you don't like it,
I could just shoot you both and take my chances
with a good old duck-and-cover.
What do you say?
Open the door.
Okay, Gibbs, here we go. Next turn.
You're gonna take a left after
the tree that looks like Dolly Parton.
You got a street name?
You think I'd be talking about Dolly
if I had a street name?
This guy gave the most convoluted directions ever,
and these back roads aren't even marked on my navigation.
Can you see me?
Yeah, I can see you, Gibbs,
but the signal keeps cutting out.
Kasie, do I turn left here or not?
[Kasie breaking up]
Kasie!
[breaking up]: Can you hear me?
I can't hear you. Gibbs, can you get
to higher ground... clearer signal?
Kasie?
Gibbs? Gibbs!
Beautiful.
Careful.
Hey, good to see you.
I thought you'd be sweatier.
The day is young. Hmm.
Wait. Stop.
Stop. You got it?
Yeah, I got it.
You sure?
I'm sure.
Let's go!
I said let's go!
The bricks, get 'em out here.
[phone rings]Gibbs, you got to higher ground?
No, Kasie, it's me.
McGee, I am failing. Do you hear me?
There's no signal, there's no street names.
Gibbs is out there driving, and I'm in here failing.
All right, Kasie, listen to me.
I think I got something.Do not give me false hope
right now, Tim.Sloane said
that when Torres called in,
He used the word "notable."
Our Torres? Nick Torres?
Yeah, exactly.
He would never use that word unless it meant something.
You, you think he heard it somewhere?
No, I think he read it.
I found out that all Harris County landmark signs
include the phrase "notable historical site."
Wait, really?Yes.
Check your in-box. I sent you a map
of all the landmarks in Harris County.
Okay, got it.
[phone rings]
Ooh, and I got Gibbs calling back. Gibbs!
Do you hear me now?
Yeah, loud and clear, boss.
Sit tight, we're pinning down a location.
KASIE: Okay, cross-referencing McGee's map
with Hodge's directions...
There is one Harris County landmark
in the immediate area Hodge led us to.
A sheriff's office and residence.
Where is it, Kase?
Well...
this has been a bunch of fun.
But I got some borders to cross.
You know, ammo or not,
only a coward gives up his weapon.
Or her weapon, if you're into that equality thing. [laughs]
Either way, you got to live with it now.
The both of you.
You got to live with letting me walk. Oh...
[laughing]
Hey. I can catch him.
I'm not letting you past me again.I got this, you'll be fine.
This isn't about me, it's about you.
I'm not okay with you getting blown up either.
Well, what are we gonna do about that?
[chuckles][gun cocks]
I call shotgun.
Put your hands where I can see 'em.
Duncan didn't put up a fight.
He-he knew it was done.
Bomb squad made good time, and...
Bishop and Torres got out of there pretty quick.
Yeah, I heard.
Torres called me earlier, told me all about it.
Yeah.
I know.
Well, if you knew that I already knew, boss,
why are you here?
One millimeter.
Tim,
I-I-I...
[clears throat]
You have always been...Boss,
I struggled with it, too.
And Torres, of all people...
gave me some perspective on it.
Told me about everything that happened today,
and he said, uh,
"Close calls make you live harder."
You know, and I think he's right.
One millimeter is so...
so small, so small.
Update. Go.
McGEE: It makes you appreciate the little things
that much more.
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