"They wouldn't even tell Sarah how he died." "I'm sure his command had a good reason." "Maybe." "But if it was my husband, I'd want to know." "I still can't believe jim's dead." "It's almost like he's standing here with us." "How's Sarah handling it?" "Kidwell residence." "This is Jim... who?" "Who is this?" "Sarah, it's Jim..." "What?" "Sarah?" "Sarah?" "Sarah!" "It's Jim." "I'm not..." "I'm not dead!" "Shooters at the ready position." "Nervous, Kate?" "Shaking." "Cease fire." "Cease fire." "Clear and lock all weapons." "All locked." "Now shooters check your targets." "You nervous, Tony?" "Nice tactical reload." "You only got your guy twice." "I win." "What are you talking about?" "You shot the hostage's ear off." "She'll live." "Yeah, without an ear." "It's not bad." "Both of you, not bad." "Of course, these targets don't shoot back." "That must be next week." "Kate, I think you're holding back." "Shoot with confidence." "Relax your shoulders." "Tony... it's a nice grouping." "So, I win." "Oh, we're just getting warmed up." "Give me your cover." "What for?" "Right." "Oh!" "Come on boss!" "I been breaking that cap in for three months." "I love that cap." "Then don't shoot it." "Did you back this up?" "Oh." "No, no, Gibbs!" "Come on!" "My whole life is in that thing." "Gibbs, come on." "Then don't shoot it." "We screw this up, I have a suggestion." "What?" "We break into Gibbs' basement, and we set his boat on fire." "That's cold, Kate." "I knew there was a reason I liked you." "Gibbs." "Yeah, we're on it." "What's up?" "A marine wife buried her husband yesterday." "Somebody thought it'd be fun to call her up on the phone and harass her." "Since when do we investigate crank calls?" "Since the guy calling is claiming to be her dead husband." "On the firing line." "Ready on the right, ready on the left." "Fire." "Let's see how you do under pressure." "I'll bring the lighter fluid." "Deal." "Very cool." "Where can I get one of these?" "You can have that one." "Really?" "Thanks." "So, you said you needed help?" "Yeah." "I'm trying to pull up the records on a dead marine, but my security access won't go through." "It's because computers can sense fear, Tony." "Name?" "Major Jim kidwell." "He was working at quantico." "Mobile training teams." "This is his social." "Is that a new perfume, Abby?" "Yep." "I made it myself." "You like it?" "It smells like gunpowder." "Sweet, huh?" "Mmm." "Here's your problem." "Why?" "Your security clearance isn't high enough." "How did he die?" "That's kind of what Gibbs wants me to find out." "Then it sucks to be you." "in most of these cases, the caller turns out to be someone you know." "Old boyfriend, coworker." "Listen, I know it sounds crazy, but the voice..." "I could swear it was Jim's." "Sometimes, in situations like this, you hear what you think sounds like someone you know..." "I'd like to put a traceon your phone," "Mrs. Kidwell." "In case he calls back." "What happens if it's Jim?" "Excuse me." "It couldn't have been her husband, could it?" "Hi." "Hey, guys." "Hi." "Why don't you guys go outside and play?" "It's okay." "I'll be along in a minute." "Okay, mommy." "Let's go." "Agent Gibbs, agent Todd, this is Lisa peary." "Her husband was in the same unit as Jim." "They, um..." "died together." "You have our sympathies." "What we'd really like is some answers." "You know, we accepted the fact that our husbands couldn't always tell us where they were, what they were doing." "We played the game." "We were good marine wives." "You have to understand, all we got back were two sealed caskets." "And now Sarah gets this call from Jim?" "Or someone impersonating him," "Mrs. Peary." "We don't even know how they died." "Are you telling me you wouldn't start to wonder?" "What did you find out about our dead marine?" "He was involved in classified stuff." "And?" "No and." "I didn't have high enough clearance to access the records." "What's your clearance?" "Confidential." "Confidential?" "What did you do, kill someone in high school?" "Ha!" "Not funny, Kate." "No, they screwed up my paperwork with another agent's." "Apparently, Dinozzo died in a car crash last month." "Very tragic." "They yanked my clearance, so now I got to take a physical to get it back." "Why is that?" "To prove that I'm still alive." "Any luck?" "Access denied." "And I was cleared for air force one." "So was an Al qaeda operative." "Gibbs will get in." "He's got clearance that will let him see the dead aliens at area 51." "'Cause he probably killed them." "Hmm!" "Looks like someone is deliberately blocking us." "Or a glitch." "Everything doesn't have to be a conspiracy against NCIS, guys." "Are you saying we're paranoid, Kate?" "If the shoe fits.." "Yeah." "Gibbs." "Uh-huh." "I know where it is." "Mm-hmm." "That was Kidwell and Peary's commanding officer." "We are being blocked." "Okay." "I admit, that is strange." "He wants to meet with us." "When?" "Right now." "Come on, let's roll." "Thanks for the new cap, Kate." "Not a problem." "Only wish my warranty covered bullets." "I appreciate you meeting me out here." "I wanted to keep this conversation off the record." "Why is that, colonel Walsh?" "Because Kidwell and Peary were good men." "Their widows seem to think so." "I want to keep it that way." "Are you familiar with mobile training teams?" "They serve as military advisors in foreign countries." "Among other things." "Kidwell and Peary were working out of country." "Op was classified, but had nothing to do with their deaths." "Why seal the records then?" "Because the way they died." "Look, when you work with the foreign military, you kind of have to go native." "You have to live... breathe the culture." "Kidwell and Peary tended to take that approach to the extreme." "Define extreme." "We found them in a brothel." "They had a dispute with one of the local prostitutes." "She poisoned them." "With what?" "Local police said formaldehyde." "Formaldehyde?" "Yeah, she put it in their drinks." "So you used the classified nature of the operation to cover it up." "I didn't want to exactly call Lisa and Sarah and tell them that their husbands died because they pissed off a whore." "Probably a good call." "Look, they weren't angels, but they were damn good marines." "And I'd rather they be remembered that way." "Any idea why someone would callMrs." "Kidwell and impersonate him?" "None." "But I hope you catch that son of a bitch." "Look, if you'll excuse me, I..." "I have to get back to work." "Uh, just one more thing, colonel." "I'm still going to need to see the records." "I.." "I just told you what happened." "Yeah." "Yeah, you did." "I'll see what I can do." "His body language matches that of someone telling the truth." "Or he's one hell of a liar." "Yeah." "Gibbs." "The techs that installed the phone trace at the Kidwells found something interesting." "What did you find?" "There was already a trace on the line, and it's pretty sophisticated stuff." "You able to trace it?" "Almost." "The tracking software lost it around dumfries, virginia." "That's right outside of..." "The marine base in quantico." "Where is he going?" "Can I help you, sir?" "NCIS." "I need to talk to your co, lieutenant colonel Walsh." "He's in a meeting right now, sir." "Here?" "Sir, I don't think you heard me." "Oh, he heard you." "Sir?" "Where's colonel Walsh?" "Right here." "Someone is going to a lot of trouble over a crank phone call, colonel." "Like an illegal wiretap on Sarah kidwell's phone." "And a guy pretending he's you." "I want to know why." "That makes two of us, agent Gibbs." "You think I like getting marines back in boxes?" "Why don't we start with how major Kidwell and Peary died?" "Well, that's need to know." "Trust me, i need to know." "Unfortunately, it seems I don't." "Their records are sealed, and every inquiry I've made has been shot down." "You have two dead marines, colonel." "are you trying to tell me you don't know how they died?" "This is an admin command." "When my teams deploy, they could be working for any one of a dozen agencies." "they don't report to me." "Who did Kidwell and Peary report to?" "Officially, the state department." "Unofficially?" "You're going to have to figure that one out for yourselves, agent Gibbs." "Now, what does that sound like to you, Tony?" "It sounds like one of the A's." "CIA, NSA." "About those boxes you got back, colonel..." "What about them?" "Did you stop to see if your men were inside them... or is that need to know, too?" "We're being played, sir." "So it seems." "Question is why." "Either they died doing something they weren't supposed to be doing, or Kidwell made that phone call." "There is a third alternative." "They died on a classified mission serving their country." "I don't buy it, sir." "Someone wants us off this case." "There's got to be a reason." "It's not the first time we've bumped up against other agencies out in the field." "There's always a reason." "This time, there's a couple of marine wives caught in the middle, sir." "What do you suggest?" "I need your help to gain access to their records." "Hmm." "I'll make some calls." "In the meantime, see what you can find out about this phony colonel of yours." "Make the eyes bigger, Abby." "No, the eyes are fine." "it's the nose that needs to be bigger, Abby." "Okay, I'll get the APB out on pinocchio right away." "You guys..." "Welcome to my world, Abby." "Thank you, Gibbs." "Anyone want to explain this?" "Tony and I were just discussing the shape of our bogus colonel's face." "Mm." "We haven't quite settled on the nose yet, though." "Yeah, I can see that, Dinozzo." "Uh, listen, boss, we need a few more minutes, so if you want to go grab a coffee or something..." "I've got a better idea." "Pull up Kidwell and Peary's L.E.S.'s for me." "Kate and I will..." "I'll do that." "That is, if.. if you want me to." "It's just, uh, that Tony seems to have a better handle on the program here." "Okay." "Okay, how do we reset this, Ab?" "What's an L.E.S.?" "Leave and earnings statement." "And how would one get one?" "Marine corps finance center, kansas city." "What's the deal?" "Thanks." "That's correct." "Major James kidwell and major Craig peary." "I need their leave and earnings statements for the last couple of years." "Fax is fine." "Attention special agent Todd." "Thanks, sergeant." "Make the chin a little bigger, Abby, and I think we'll have him." "That's him." "Yeah." "Sure is." "Ducky." "Nice." "While you were playing, I sketched our fake colonel." "Whoa!" "I didn't know you were an artist." "That rocks!" "I'm impressed." "Let me see that." "What the...?" "That's personal." "Yeah." "It is." "You really see me like that?" "I'm really impressed now." "Abby, I didn't mean anything by that." "It's just..." "I love that!" "You've got to let me hang it up." "Can't wait to see the one you did of Gibbs." "Oh, just give me that." "Give it to me!" "Um, so kansas city said that it would take 24 hours to get the leave and earnings statements." "You've got 12." "I want to see it in the morning." "Come on." "Abby, run his likeness through." "Concentrate on government employee databases," "DOD personnel." "You got it, Gibbs." "What does he expect to find from their L.E.S.'s?" "Come on, Kate." "That's like NCIS 101." "You have no idea, do you?" "Not a clue." "Kate, 12 hours was up 15 minutes ago." "Next time, have them fax them in order." "Point taken." "Gibbs, are you going to tell us what these are for?" "Agent Gibbs." "Mrs. Kidwell." "There was another phone call." "And this time, we have proof that Jim's still alive." "Jim left a message on the machine on the same day he called Sarah." "The funeral?" "Yes." "With everything that was going on," "I didn't have time to check my messages until this morning." "You seem pretty confident that's Kidwell, major." "I've known Jim since we were second lieutenants at the basic school." "It's his voice, agent Gibbs." "Well, we're about to find out." "Abby?" "Yep." "Sorry." "Let's hear what you got." "Okay." "This... this is the old-school version." "Danny, tell Sarah... trust... got... find Peary... call mobile." "You can tell that's him from that?" "Well, lucky for you, you got a mix master in the hizzouse." "A what?" "It means house." "You need to get out more, Gibbs." "Word." "Okay, here's the filtered version." "Danny, tell Sarah... trust... got..." "find Peary... call mobile." "I ran it against six word samples" "I had from the Kidwells' home videos." "They didn't match." "So it's not Kidwell on the tape?" "That's what I thought at first, too, but I forgot to factor in the phone line." "Ma bell eliminates any frequency that's below 400 hertz or above 3,400." "It allows for longer distance transmissions." "That's why when people think they sound different on the phone, they do." "It's all about the bandwidth." "Mix master..." "Today." "Danny, tell Sarah... trust... got... find Peary." "Call mobile." "We've got a dead man calling." "I need you to sign this." "Sorry I couldn't help you with the digging, boys." "Old pro basketball injury." "All right." "You played pro ball?" "Well, I was watching a game while it happened." "Top's been screwed shut, boss." "They obviously didn't want anyone looking in before the funeral." "Or getting out." "I don't see why, sir, I can't be present for this." "Do you know what's in this box, major O'donnell?" "No, but it's not Jim kidwell, unless he's figured out a way to make calls from the grave." "Well, you know what?" "We're going to find out." "Don't we have to wait for Ducky?" "Kate, there's a body in there." "It's not going anywhere." "I'm just hoping it's not another mummy." "Oh, my god." "Got to admit," "I wasn't expecting that." "He looks alive." "It's, uh, it's Jim." "Okay, come on." "We sure screwed that up." "Yeah." "It still doesn't explain the cover-up or the fake colonel." "They're called classified ops for a reason, Tony." "We'll probably never know." "The phone call?" "Your calling plan include the afterlife, Kate?" "Voice recognition isn't an exact science." "Neither is Gibbs' gut." "And he's convinced there's more going on here than a crank call." "Well, I hate to break it to you, Tony, but Gibbs can be wrong sometimes." "Name once." "The man's been married, like, four times." "There is that." "There's what?" "Nothing, boss, just, uh, discussing the case." "Or a lack thereof." "You still want to take a look at those L.E.S.'s?" "I don't know." "You figured out how Kidwell died yet?" "I'll, um..." "I'll just getthem in order for you." "Kate, it was three times, not four." "I'm afraid we've got a bit of a mystery here, Gibbs." "Tell me something I don't know, Duck." "Our major appears to be in perfect health." "Except for the part where he's dead." "I need to know how and when." "Yeah, how I'm still working on." "When is another question entirely." "Yes." "The young man has been embalmed." "And whoever did the job was definitely a pro." "How can you tell?" "My grandfather owned a funeral home." "We spent a lot of quality time bonding over the embalming table." "You know what a trocar is, Tony?" "I'm guessing it's not a alien on star trek." "It's from the french." "Trois quarte." "Three quarts." "It's used to enter the abdominal cavity so that the lungs and other major organs can be drained of fluids." "Now, as you can see, whoever did this, barely left a mark." "He does look good for a dead guy." "Well, skin tone is simulated by dyes." "Every mortician has his own family recipe." "This is one of the best I've seen." "Can you tell me when he died?" "He's been perfectly preserved." "He could have died days ago or even months." "It's impossible to tell which." "Official cause of death is listed as in the line of duty two weeks ago." "Two weeks, I can believe." "But LOD usually implies an accident or an injury received in combat." "Look, besides minimal bruising of the wrists," "I mean, there's no sign of any external trauma." "But his insides..." "Outside of the embalming process, there's no evidence of any internal injury." "There's a rumor going around he might have been poisoned." "It's possible." "But the tox screens wouldn't be able to detect it." "Why's that?" "His blood's been replaced by embalming fluid." "Formaldehyde, methanol, ethanol." "Looking for another toxin would be like looking for a needle in a haystack." "A dead marine with no obvious cause of death." "And someone who didn't want us digging him up." "Give you any ideas, Duck?" "One in particular does come to mind." "Me, too." "Keep looking." "I need an answer soon." "He's talking about murder, gentlemen." "I knew that." "I don't suppose you'd be willing to phone me, major." "Tell me how?" "Kidwell's leave and earning statements are on top, two years worth." "Now what?" "Even top secret spooks get paid." "And this will help us because?" "The government records everything, Kate." "Days at sea, when they receivehazardous duty and combat pay, divorces." "His records may be sealed, but if we follow his paycheck... we'll find out where he was stationed." "And who was paying him." "You have one hour to break that down for me." "Oh, red tape that's actually useful." "Who knew?" "Gibbs." "You know what really ticks me off?" "Gibbs?" "No." "These guys get paid more than I do." "Gibbs." "I don't appreciate being interrogated, agent Gibbs." "Well, why don't we start with?" "Who is this?" "Lisa peary." "Don't you think I would have told you if Jim kidwell called me?" "Well, exactly who is interrogating you, Mrs. Peary?" "He said his name's agent Dinozzo." "When did this happen?" "He's here right now." "Where?" "Coleman park." "I can be there in 15 minutes." "Does he know" "I'm on the phone talking to you?" "No, I don't think so." "See if you can't keep him there until I get there." "Interesting, Gerald." "Gerald?" "I'm sorry." "I was listening to a football game." "You're wearing a CD player." "Are you trying to tell me you find me boring?" "Uh, never mind." "What do you make of this material filling the incision cavity?" "Well, my grandfather normally used cotton, but in a pinch, we sometimes packed it with old newspaper." "Ah, to Abby, please." "Sure, right away." "Football." "Honestly." "Oh, dear lord." "I believe I know how you died, major." "And may the lord have mercy on your soul." "Mrs. Peary..." "I tried to keep him here but I think he knew something was up." "This look like the man?" "Yes." "If he doesn't work for NCIS, who does he work for?" "I don't know, but I promise you I'm going to find out." "Which way did he go?" "Five minutes ago, wearing a black windbreaker." "Take your kids home, I'll be in touch." "Kids, let's go, come on." "Okay, mom" "I don't think so." "Son of a..." "That's twice." "Next time, you are mine." "September, his unit code changed to 30370... his DSN, uh, changed to... yeah, slow down, Slow down... please." "How could you work in law enforcement your entire life and not learn how to type?" "I'm a man of action, Kate." "More like an action figure." "Why, you want to play with me?" "As in, you look good, but you really can't do much." "But I look good." "Uh," "Gibbs, is there anything you want to tell us about?" "I got shot at by our fake colonel." "No way." "Did you nail him?" "Nope." "What did you guys find?" "Right." "Um... in september," "Peary and Kidwell were transferred from centcom to a new unit." "We got the RUC number, but they're not listed in the marine corps database." "It wouldn't be." "They weren't working for the corps." "Definitely CIA." "How do you know that?" "How many agencies do you know that drive economy class armored cars?" "Come on." "Ducky wants to talk to us." "He's really pissed off." "What?" "How can you tell?" "I really need to get better at reading men." "It was quite brilliant, actually." "I almost missed it." "But while I was examining the embalming incision," "I discovered that the carotid artery showed absolutely no sign of decay." "I once saw a similar case in west germany, where a.. young boy... duck, we don't have time for stories on this one." "Fine." "But first..." "I'd like to ask a question." "Do you people find me boring?" "Of course not." "No." "Absolutely not." "Can we get back to this now?" "Yes." "I then checked the vitreous for toxins." "Vitreous?" "Eyeball jelly." "Very good, Kate." "The concentrations of methanol confirmed my suspicions." "The reason I was unable to determine the cause of death was... because our major was alive when they embalmed him." "The stuff inside Kidwell's neck was definitely newspaper." "I'm still processing the scraps." "Most of it's unreadable, but what I do have is in spanish." "Well, that means that Kidwell and our fake colonel were probably in central or south america recently." "I could run his likeness past marine detachment on embassy duty." "Yeah." "Run it." "Okay, Dinozzo, what's it say?" "Something about farmer's markets and shoes required." "Yeah, but look at this." "December 12th?" "That can't be right." "That was two days ago." "The funeral was on the... eighth." "So how does a guy get into a coffin that was buried four days before he supposedly died?" "They knew we were going to dig him up." "They killed him and hoped we wouldn't notice." "We know Kidwell was murdered." "And that lying sack of excrement is somehow involved." "What?" "You prefer I call him a sack of..." "The question now is what happened to major Peary?" "Is he still alive?" "There's an easy way to check." "What, you thinkMrs." "Peary is just going to give us permission to dig up his grave?" "I don't know, Kate." "I wasn't planning on asking her." "Hey, guys." "Abby, you track this guy down?" "Not yet, but I've only heard back from about half of the embassies." "What is this thing, Abby?" "Ground-penetrating radar." "Gibbs didn't tell you?" "Tell us what?" "You're going grave-robbing tonight." "This is so not right." "I mean, it's not like we couldn't have done this during daylight." "You afraid of ghosts, Tony?" "No, I'm afraid of getting shot for trespassing." "Where the hell is Gibbs?" "Right here." "Oh... don't do that." "Did you calibrate the radar yet?" "Just about." "Check this out." "Oh, yeah." "Lookit." "What's that by the feet?" "I don't know." "Fluffy?" "Ew!" "That must have been one lonely old lady." "Or one pissed-off poodle." "Okay, bring it over here." "Let's see if major Peary is home." "All right." "Casket's metal, boss." "I'm getting some false signatures, but... there is definitely something in there... and it is not major Peary." "You can run, but you cannot hide." "What's up, Jack?" "Got a friend that's looking forward to beating you." "Courtesy of the marines at the colombian embassy." "His name's Jack canton." "Should be enough to get the director of the CIA out of bed." "Tired, Kate?" "It's 3:00 a. m., Gibbs." "Better get moving, then." "On what?" "Need to know where the newspaper was published that was found on Kidwell." "Tonight?" "Technically speaking, it's this morning." "Those marines we were talking about the other day, what were they doing in colombia, Bob?" "Well, they were part of a task force that was helping the locals hunt down Carlos morales." "He's the head of the putumayo drug cartel." "How did they die?" "Poisoned." "Insurgents kidnapped them." "We paid the ransom, but they killed them anyway." "It happens." "How much was the ransom, Mr. Director?" "Two million." "Why?" "Was this the agent responsible for paying it?" "And if it is?" "We think he kept the money for himself." "Now he's trying to cover it up." "Those are pretty bold accusations, agent Gibbs." "You have any proof of this?" "Major Peary wasn't in his grave, and Kidwell was alive four days ago." "You tell me, sir." "Where is he now, Bob?" "Well, now he's on his way back to colombia." "Look, if any of this turns out to be true, we will handle it." "I do not need NCIS playing internal affairs for my agency." "Understood." "Go get our marine." "I'd like to officially go on record as saying" "I really, really miss the gulfstream we took to gitmo." "You hungry, Kate?" "Oh..." "Oh, Tony, do I look hungry to you?" "Now that you mention it, you kind of look like..." "Tell me that's normal." "Sure." "uh, now that I'm not so sure about." "Great." "How long till we get to colombia?" "Well, it's not long." "Five, six hours, tops." "Okay, is he really sleeping, or is that just an act?" "Oh, he's really sleeping." "How can you tell?" "He looks peaceful." "Ah... morning." "Sleep well?" "If by well you mean violently throwing up all night and bouncing around like rag dolls..." "Then yeah, boss, we slept very well." "Thanks for asking." "Oh, you get used to it." "That's what I'm afraid of." "Sir." "We'll be landing in about 30 minutes." "Did you hear back from the embassy yet, staff sergeant?" "The marines are expecting you." "They won't let Canton's partner leave his office until you get there." "Okay." "My compliments to the pilots." "Whatcha looking for, Kate?" "Uh, the ladies' room." "Okay, the men's room." "There's no men's room." "Well, then how the hell am I supposed to go to the bathroom?" "You're kidding, right?" "No way, forget it." "I can wait." "Great." "Suit yourself." "Damn it." "Where?" "Well, if you want some privacy, probably go down behind those boxes there." "God, I miss air force one." "What do you mean, you lost him?" "We tracked Canton to an insurgent camp." "By the time we got there, he was gone." "What do you think about that, Kate?" "You think agent Gonzales here is working for Canton?" "It's possible." "Two million can go a long way in colombia." "Look, if I was rogue, you think I'd be sitting in this office, sweating my ass off, agent Todd?" "I don't know." "Let me see your ass." "Look, Canton doesn't even know we're on to him yet." "He's probably going to walk in through this door tomorrow." "Yeah, well, that's a good plan, except by then," "Peary'll probably already be dead." "Newspaper we found on Kidwell was published in bosa." "That's about ten miles from here." "How many funeral parlors would you say they have?" "What does that have to do with anything?" "Humor us." "That's Canton's car out front." "How'd you know?" "Because he embalmed major Kidwell when he was still alive." "He's joking, right?" "Canton told your agency the marines were poisoned two weeks ago?" "Yeah, with formaldehyde." "Well, if Peary's body turns up stabbed, shot or beaten, it blows his cover." "And then there's the time of death." "You can't have two-day-old bodies." "The embalming hides it." "It's a perfect cover-up." "No such thing." "I always knew he was a sick bastard, but that's just..." "Hey, hold on, Gibbs." "This isn't the U.S. I got to call the colombians in on this." "Well, you do that." "Tony, take the front door." "Kate and I will go around back." "Now I know why everyone in the CIA hates these guys." "Get them out of here." "You ready?" "Maybe not." "Grenade!" "You okay?" "I think so." "Is that my blood?" "No." "Gibbs," "I know you're out there." "Answer me, or I'll pop this marine." "Jack, it's me, Gonzales." "I'm coming in." "This doesn't concern you, Gonzales." "I want Gibbs." "Unarmed." "I said Gibbs." "The marine is next." "He dies, you die." "You don't get past me." "Look, I just want to talk to you, okay?" "Why don't I believe that?" "From where I'm standing,you don't have much choice." "You want your marine back, you deal with me." "Okay." "Relax your shoulders." "What's it going to be, Gibbs?" "I'm coming in." "$2 million, and it was all mine, but you wouldn't let up." "You really think I'm going to let you walk out of here?" "I figured you were going to say that." "I can't believe you trusted me." "You sound just like my ex-wife." "Kick the ball straight." "Watch me kick it." "Who's that?" "Daddy." "It's daddy!" "Daddy!" "Daddy, I missed you!" "Daddy, daddy!" "Hey, hey kid." "I really missed you." "Thank you." "Thank you all so much." "Oh, god, what happened to your ear?" "I'll live." "I'm telling you, that wasn't my fault, Kate." "Oh, so it was mine." "Gibbs saw the whole thing." "Let him decide." "Fine, ask him." "I will."