"# Someday the rains will fall #" "# When you expect it least #" "# Someday the rains will fall #" "# Someday the rains will fall #" "# When you expect it least #" "# Someday the rains will fall. #" " This is Fresh FM 94.7 in Washington." " Speaking of rain, the weatherman tells us the rains are going to continue to fall for the rest of the week." " What, dear?" " You need to apologize to Mom." " No, I will not apologize to your mother." "  She's going to leave." "  Well, good." " Let her go home." "  Will?" "!" " What was that?" "!" " What did I?" "!" "  Can't talk." " What the hell?" " Hold it right there!" " Jethro working you so hard you have to do your laundry at the office?" " Stepped in a puddle." " He did not watch where he was walking." " He was texting." " Me." " Tony thinks" ""probationary agent" means that I'm his personal assistant." " He wanted me to pick up his latte." " I was running late." " That is your problem." " I hate rain." " I love it." " I mean, rain is so invigorating, cleansing." " It makes the air fresh and the city sparkle." " Where is Jethro?" " I have no idea." " Um, I think he's in the building somewhere." " Well, it can wait." " Does anyone have any talc?" " This hurts." " Hey." " Would you just take your foot to the locker room, please?" " Hey." " Any of you notice something different about Ducky?" " Yeah, he has seemed awfully chipper as of late." " Ducky does seem plucky." " No one loves" " rain in DC." "  No." " His ties." " He's been wearing tie ties, not his bow ties." " Oh, that's very observant." " Boss, hey, uh, Ducky was looking for you." "  What's he want?" "  Uh, don't know, but he left something for you on your desk." " Let's go." " Marine, shot." " Rock Creek Park." " Ooh." " Oh, thanks, boss." " Are these clean?" " Of course they are." " We searched the area." " Found a nine-millimeter." " Oh." " Looky there." " The FBI ERT, they removed a slug from the vehicle." " Well, good luck finding any more." " Yeah, a lot of muddy footprints." "  Nothing that could be lifted." "  Well, get all the evidence." " Collect it back to our lab, will you?" " Hey, that's between you and the FBI." " We're not getting in the middle of that." " When did the Bureau get involved?" " Well, we called them in to assist with the ballistics." " You find anything on the victim?" " Just what looked like a house key." " It was tied to his shoelaces." " Really?" " Then how did you ID Lieutenant Mayne?" "  Mobile fingerprint scanner." "  Whoa." " Don't you guys use them?" " Well, I mean, they..." "they're coming." " They just haven't quite been issued yet." "  Can I give it a go?" "  Yeah." "  All right." "  Just put your thumb on the screen." " Oh, hey, boss." " How's he doing?" " Still in surgery." " Park police, FBI can clean up here." " Let's get to the hospital." " Timothy..." "no middle name..." "McGee." " You broke into a Metro PD impound yard?" " What's the matter with you?" " Boss, that was supposed to be expunged." " Run Mayne's service record." " Notify next of kin." " If you need me." " Wife..." "Leah Mayne, lives in Woodley Park." " Oh, that's strange." " What now, McGee?" " There must be something wrong with your fingerprint scanner." " According to his service record," "Lieutenant Mayne is MIA." " Went missing in Afghanistan six years ago." " Dr. Bailey, Post-Op." " Dr. Bailey, Post-Op." " Page me if there's any change." " Yes, Doctor." " When can we talk with him?" " I don't know." " One bullet grazed his forehead." " The other went deep into his lower left abdomen." " He's lost a lot of blood." " The slug is imbedded close to his spine." " It, uh, would be far too dangerous to remove at this time." " Ruth, would you keep his IV at 75cc's per hour." "  Yes, Doctor." "  Thank you." " I'll let you know if there's any changes, Agent Gibbs." " This is surreal." " I mean..." "After all these years, not even a word." " I just assumed that my husband was dead and and now you're telling me that he's alive and that he's living in Washington DC, but he's been shot." " I mean, are you s... sure that it was John?" " We have a fingerprint match, but we'd like you to make a visual identification." "  You okay with that?" "  Uh..." "Yeah." " Okay." " Dr. OIlie to Nuclear Medicine." " Dr. OIlie, Nuclear Medicine." " Um, it looks like him." " The last time I saw John, he was... clean-shaven and he had a Marine buzz cut." " Oh, he had a birthmark on his..." " Hold on." " Hang on." "  Oh, sorry." "  Nurse, please." "  Oh." " Sure." " Brownish, circular?" " It's John." " Where has he been the last six years?" " I don't know, but we're going to find out." " You need a minute?" "  Thank you." "  Okay." " Stay here." " If he regains consciousness, call me, and see if you can get any more out of her." " You subscribing to the DiNozzo Theory... always suspect the wife?" " I'm at the hospital..." "Ugh." " Do you know of any of his friends?" " Okay." " What do we got?" " Six years ago," "Lieutenant Mayne was part of a three-man deep cover recon mission in Afghanistan." " He went missing." "  All right." " Thanks very much." "  The other two team members were" "Captain Gordon Holcomb and Sergeant Matthew Gontz." " Holcomb's still in the military." " He's a major now, stationed in Quantico." " He's coming in tomorrow morning." " Gontz was honorably discharged five years ago." " Still haven't found him, though we do know that he went through a divorce and a series of jobs." " I think he's having a little trouble adjusting to civilian life." " Well, I am going to try and track him down through Social Security Administration." " Oh... a thirsty little boy." " Yes, you are." " Yes, you are." " Yeah, we're gonna get you some water and some food and love." " Abbs." " What's the dog doing here?" "  Gibbs, this is Mortimer." "  Mm-hmm." " What's he doing here?" " I am an SVPR, a substitute volunteer puppy raiser." " Mortimer here is going to be a Seeing Eye dog one day, and you're going to be the smartest boy in your whole class." " Yes, you are." " Yes, you are." " Okay, putting dog down now." " Okay, so, uh... the gun." " It is... unregistered, and has only Lieutenant Mayne's prints on it." " As you can see, it is a nine-millimeter." " There were two shots fired, and 13 remain in the magazine." " The slug that FBI ERT pulled from the vehicle... it's too mangled to match, but it's definitely bigger than a nine." " Ducky talked to the doctor." " Mayne's wounds weren't self-inflicted." " Looks like a shoot-out." " Hey, what's going on with Ducky?" " He's acting very un-Ducky-like." " Like-Like every day, he leaves during lunch." " He's never done that before." " I mean, the Duck Man is a creature of habit." " He brings in his lunch." " He eats at his desk." " Where is he going?" " I'm sure he's fine." " Uh, Abby, don't let that dog out of your sight." " Mortimer!" " Ah." " That's not your bone." " Excuse me, uh, Matthew Gontz?" " Matthew Gontz?" " Yeah?" " NCIS." " May we speak with you?" " What's this about?" " I've been out of the Marine Corps for years." " Yeah, we know." " You've been hard to track down." " Uh, we need to ask you about a reconnaissance mission." " The one where Lieutenant Mayne went missing." " You know I've told that story a hundred times?" " Well, we need to hear it for ourselves." " It was just the three of us... me, Captain Holcomb, Lieutenant Mayne." " We were inserted into a hostile environment." " It was a keyhole mission." " Defensive weapons only." " A-Am I cleared to tell you guys this stuff?" " This was classified." " We've been read into the program." " Our mission was to place and recover remote target sensors in Mazar-e." "Everything went according to plan, until we made for the exit rendezvous." " That's when Lieutenant Mayne broke his leg." " How did it happen?" " We were coming over a wall in a small village just outside of town." " He snagged his KA-BAR sheath on some barbed wire, and he fell." " It wasn't his day." " Did you leave him behind?" " No." " Captain Holcomb and myself stashed him in the basement of an abandoned building while we went to commandeer a vehicle." " When we came back, he wasn't there." " We assumed he was captured." " So you and Captain Holcomb went to the exit rendezvous?" " We had to." " We followed mission protocol." " Look, I've never forgiven myself for leaving a team member behind." " Must be tough." " The Marine Corps tore the country upside down looking for Mayne." " Look, are we done?" " I gotta clock in." " For now." " Wait." " Um... why's all this coming up again?" " John Mayne is no longer MIA." " He showed up yesterday morning." " He was shot." " I don't believe it." " Where'd it happen?" " Right here in DC." " You have any indication he was alive over the past six years?" " The last time I saw him was in Mazar-e." "His KA-BAR sheath got snagged on some barbed wire." " He broke his leg." " Just wasn't his day." " Yeah, Gibbs." " Boss, Lieutenant Mayne's awake." " Be right there." " Did you have any contact with Sergeant Gontz since Afghanistan?" " No." " The mission really shook him badly." " I lost track with him after he got discharged." " Has he been told Mayne's alive?" " Yes, he has." " Two milligrams of plurazepam." "  Call me if there's any change." "  Will do, Doc." " Just keep me posted." "  Thank you." "  You're welcome." " He's conscious, which is a good sign, but he's incoherent." " Worst thing for him right now is to be bombarded with questions." " I'm gonna keep him sedated." " Uh, for how long?" " It's too early to tell." " Wheelchair to Admitting..." "Special Agent Gibbs..." "My name's Rachel Wells." " I was told by police to see you." " About what?" " My husband." " He went jogging yesterday morning, never returned home." " When I reported him missing and showed his picture to police, they directed me here." " You're married to John Mayne?" " No, his name's Christian Wells." " No, his name is John, and he's my husband." " There you go." " Careful." " I met Christian two years ago" "Thanks." " on a track at Georgetown." " Thanks." "  Mm-hmm." "  We're both runners." " We, um, smiled and nodded for about a month, and then went for coffee, then started dating." " How long you been married?" " Just over a year." " Last Christmas in Hawaii, we eloped." " You met his family?" " He doesn't have any family." " Christian's an only child, and both his parents are dead." " But you're probably gonna tell me that that's not true either." " His name's John Mayne." " He went MIA in Afghanistan six years ago." " Your husband have a job?" " He day-trades, manages his portfolio." " Christian inherited a lot of money, so..." "I mean, that's not why I married him." " You're a runner, right?" " Yeah." " How come the two of you didn't go running yesterday morning together?" " I've been nursing a hamstring." " Mmm." " You know, I should probably get back upstairs to my husband." " You know he was meeting someone in the park yesterday?" " No." " Do you know he owned a gun?" " He had it with him." " The district does not take fingerprints when issuing a driver's license." " That is why Christian Wells' name does not come up on the scan." " The records reflect his arrival in the" "Virginia-Maryland area five years ago." " Nothing prior." " Lieutenant Mayne has obviously constructed a new life." " I found a whole lot of bank and brokerage accounts in Christian Wells' name." " Look at that, boss." " This one mutual account alone, he has over $5 million in." " From what I found so far, his net worth is over $12 million." "  Where'd the money come from?" "  Uh, don't know yet, but we are not the only ones checking him out." " The last two weeks, someone ran multiple credit checks on Wells." "  You got a name?" "  I do." " Peter Iger of Iger Investigations." " He's a P.I. I got the voice mail, left a message." " Good." " Keep working the source of the money." " Ziva, track down Iger." "  Yeah." "  Keep the IV as is." " Call me with an update in an hour." "  Can I talk to him now?" "  Absolutely not." " He seems coherent." " Barely." " Just a couple of questions, Doc." " I'm sorry." " He's not out of the woods yet." " I don't want him upset." " Have you informed the wife of his condition?" " Which one?" " It's quite a dilemma, isn't it?" " Dr. Tallridge, I've waited long enough." " I'd like to see my husband now." " Ma'am, I was just telling Agent DiNozzo that your... husband is still in critical condition." " If I let you into his room..." "Oh, no, no, no." " If you let that bimbo into my husband's room," "I will sue this hospital and you personally for everything that you've got." " Uh..." "You ever been married, Doc?" " Twice, but never at the same time." "  Dark SUV." "  Got it." " I'll be here..." "I'll be there as soon as I can." " Thank you." " Iger, the P. I?" " Yeah." " Nice tie." " Ah, thank you." " I found it at the" "Metropolitan Museum of Art store in New York." " Its design is based on the Golden Hoard of Bactria, unearthed from the tombs at Tillya-tepe in northern Afghanistan." " Well, I like the flowers..." "or whatever they are." " Gotta go." " Duck?" " Oh, hey-ho." " You looking for this?" " Ah, you did sign it." " Thank you." " Yeah." " Where you going?" " I just need some personal time." " A long weekend will suffice." " Uh, if anything comes up, Mr. Palmer can deal with it." " If you need me, I'm reachable on my cell phone." " Duck, everything okay?" " Yeah, never better." " Why do you ask?" " Half my team's worried about you." " Let me guess." " Which half?" " Abby and Ziva." " ICU tech, please report to the east wing nurses' station." " ICU tech, please report to the east wing nurses' station." " Rise and shine, sleepyhead." " How you feeling?" " Felt better." " Hmm." " Who are you?" " That's a good question." " I can see you're thinking clearly." " I'm Anthony DiNozzo, special agent with NCIS." " Like to ask you a couple of questions, Lieutenant Mayne." " Bet you haven't heard that name in, what, six years?" " Listen, I don't want to make you uncomfortable." " Is it better if I call you Christian Wells?" " Ooh, that got a response." " I don't know what you're talking about." " Maybe you're right." " Maybe I'm just a little confused." " I wouldn't be the only one." " Got two women out in the waiting room." " Both of them claim to be your wife." " Where'd you go after Afghanistan?" " What are you doing in here?" "!" "" " You're not supposed to be in here!" " I was trying to fluff his pillow." "  He looked uncomfortable." "  You know what?" " Out!" "  What?" "  Out, out!" "  Listen, I didn't do anything." "  It does not matter." " You should know better." " Everything's fine." " She just, you know, I went by..." "There's not a problem. - :" " Dr. Tallridge to ICU." " I just wanted to check on him, ask him a few questions..." "What do you mean where am I?" " Yeah, well, I'm not happy about it either." " Well, what-what do you want me to do, work miracles?" " I'm still parked in front of her place." " Yeah, yeah." " No, he still hasn't shown." " Hold on a second." " Agent David?" "" Dav-eed."" " Look, I'll call you the second I see him." " Then e-mail it to me, Joey." " I'll take a look." " Thanks for meeting me here." " I haven't left this spot in three days." " Hmm, stakeouts are brutal." " So, uh, what do you need?" " Why were you investigating Christian Wells?" " Come on." " We know you ran credit checks on him." " Yeah." " Why?" " Client hired me." " Sorry." " Not him." " So, who hired you to find out about Wells?" " Guy had a Internet photo of a marathon runner crossing the finish line, thought it was somebody he knew." " I... ran his registration number through the marathon's database." " Runner's name was Christian Wells." " He's not the person the client was looking for." " I tried to do a little more;" "check out his finances, didn't get anywhere." " Took ten minutes." " The easiest 500 bucks I ever made." " You should have dug deeper." " Why?" " I need the name of your client." " Come on." " It's privileged." " Privileged?" " Are you a lawyer?" " 'Cause we're investigating a shooting here." " It will be no trouble for me to get a subpoena." " Who got shot?" " Can't talk right now." " What happened?" " Give me a name." " The guy who hired me was Gordon Holcomb." " Major Gordon Holcomb?" " Yeah." " Think he was a marine." " Doctor, he's coding." " He's in V-fib." " I'm going to start compressions." " Susan, bag him." " Can I get the pads?" " Charge it up to 200." "  200." "  Get those lines open." " Okay, everybody, clear." "  Clear." "  Clear." " No response." " Continue CPR." " I'm going to page Dr. Tallridge." " Give epi one milligram, IV push." " One milligram." " Dr. Tallridge, please report to ICU, stat." " Wait, wait, wait." " What-what happened with my husband?" " I'm sorry, Mrs. Mayne, but you need to stay here." " What?" "  Everybody, clear." "  Clear." "  Clear." "  Clear." " He's not responding, Doctor." " We got asystole on the monitor." " No change." " We've lost him." " Last month, Major Holcomb hires a P.I." "to track down a guy he thought might be Lieutenant Mayne, but yesterday, he acts completely shocked when you tell him that Mayne is alive and here in DC." " As much as I was thinking one of the wives did it, this guy's looking awfully guilty, and now that Mayne's dead, guilty of murder." " See, when Mayne went MIA in Afghanistan, he was broke." " He was, in '02, making $3,300 a month." " Six years later, he's Wells, and he's worth over $12 million." " So, where'd it all come from?" " Well, unfortunately, I can only trace the money back five years." " It was, uh, transferred from an offshore account in Neevis." " Nevis." " Freeze all his accounts." " You got it, boss." " It's dealer's choice." " Some people say "Nay-vis."" "" Nee-vis." " Ne-vis."  It's not really important." " What's your gut tell you on this?" " That there's a connection with what went down in Afghanistan six years ago." " You said Holcomb and Gontz said the exact same words to describe what happened?" " Oh, like they were reading from a script." " Check with our agents in Kabul." " See what they can dig up." " Got it, boss." " McGee." " Security desk." " We have a Major Holcomb for you." " Uh, yeah." " Be right down." " Major Holcomb is in the lobby." " Thank you for coming in." " No problem." " Gave up on the stakeout." " The client wouldn't pay for any more time." "  Hmm." "  Hope I helped." " I didn't really tell you anything new." " You guys are really devious." " Iger Investigations." " So, why'd you hire the P. I?" " I was surfing the Internet." " Came across a marathon." " Thought the runner in that picture looked like John Mayne." " So I wondered, could he be alive?" " You spent $500 of your own money to hire a private investigator." " You didn't mention that yesterday." " The investigator told me it wasn't him." " So, when you saw the photo, why didn't you call the police?" " Why didn't you call us?" " Look, I never came to terms with what happened on that op in Afghanistan." " One of my men was left behind." " I knew the chances of that runner in the photograph being Mayne were slim, so I did not want to dredge everything up with the Marine Corps again." " Trust me." " If that private eye told me Mayne was alive," "I'd have come to you in a second." " Okay, yes." " Something is amiss." " You are even more of a mystery than before, Lieutenant Mayne." " Ah!" " So, this is the little rascal I've heard so much about." " Hi." " Mortimer, meet Dr. Mallard." " Hey, how about we set a playdate with your mom's corgis?" " I mean, he needs to be socialized with other dogs." " We'll see." " Did you match the slug from the lieutenant's body?" " No." " It was a.45." " The gun they found at the crime scene was a nine-mil." " But there was definitely a second weapon, like Gibbs suspected." " Well, I have an anomaly, too." " Gibbs told me that I should have found that one of his legs had been previously broken." " But that's definitely not the case." " What are you looking at?" " Your tie." " My neckwear seems to be a source of fascination." " Do you like it?" " Yes." " But you're Ducky, and Ducky wears bow ties." " Change, Abby, change." " The species must evolve and adapt." " Tell me, Mortimer... they say that it makes me look younger." " You look adorable." " Hey, I'm gonna take Mortimer to lunch, 'cause he needs to be exposed to restaurants." " I heard of this new vegan place." " You want to join us?" " Uh, sorry.  l-I can't." " How about tomorrow?" " Uh, I have something planned." " Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to call Gibbs and tell him about the lack of a broken leg." " He's up to something, Mortimer." " First, my husband's missing." " Then I learn he's been shot." " You and the hospital won't let me see him." " Now he's dead." " And you keep insisting he's someone he's not." " I know that this is hard for you to accept, but the man you married is really Lieutenant John Mayne." " You say that." " I refuse to believe it." " Before, we had a fingerprint ID." " Now, we have a positive DNA match." " Oh, don't tell me they're releasing Christian's body to that woman." " Ma'am, at this point, we're not planning to release his remains to anyone." " You know, this has become a total nightmare." " I tried to get cash out of the ATM this morning, and was denied." " I mean, the bank says they've frozen all of our accounts." " The man you married was leading a fraudulent life." " Lieutenant Mayne's parents are still alive." " There was no inheritance." " How am I supposed to live?" " D-Do I have to get my lawyer involved?" " I don't know." " You know what?" " You do whatever it is you need to do, okay?" " Special Agent Sanchez, please escort Miss Wells back down to the lobby." " This way, ma'am." " I'm not going away, Agent Gibbs." " What'd you find out?" " Wow." " About the time Mayne went MIA, an Afghan drug lord claimed some Americans stole millions from him." " Maybe that's how poor Mayne became rich Wells." " His teammates were lying about him breaking his leg." " Okay." " Let's get them both back in here." " Hang on." " Let's go to the cabdriver first." "  He's the weak link." "  He is the weakest link." " And I am on it, boss." " Uh..." "They told me John Mayne died." " Mm-hmm." " Um, why was he killed?" " We think it had to do with his money." " He had money?" " Mm-hmm." " Millions." " Any idea how he got it?" " No." " Well... we think that it was stolen from this Afghan drug lord." " Guy's been a guest at Gitmo for the past six years." " Claims that he was robbed... by Americans." " Come on, man." " What happened on that op?" " You help me, I'll help you." " Our mission was to plant sensors." " We did." " On the way out of the village, we took fire from his guards." " They thought we were after their money." " We took them down, and then we found it." " Oil drums." " Five of them." " Full of cash, U.S. bills." " Me and Captain Holcomb left Mayne to guard the money while we went in search of a vehicle." " When we came back, he was gone." " So, when you were debriefed is when you made up the story about the broken leg." " We couldn't tell anyone about the money." " All these years, I have felt so guilty." " The lieutenant got captured because we wanted that money." " And he's alive." "#  Someday the rains will fall #" "# When you expect it least #" "# Someday the rains will fall #" "# You hurry down the alley #" "# With another man's woman #" "# You don't care nothing about the ring on her hand #" "# You think surely #" "# You can get away #" "# And sometimes maybe you can #" "# Someday the rains will fall. #" " So, how long have you been involved with Major Holcomb?" " Involved?" " After Gordon returned from Afghanistan, he came by the house to console me about John being MIA." " He would just check in on me every few months." " And then, three or four years ago, his marriage started to fall apart." " And things, they changed between us, so..." "When you came to the hospital to identify your husband, you made a phone call." " Major Holcomb?" " Yes, Leah Mayne called me from the hospital." " Yes, she told me John Mayne was alive before you brought me in." " You didn't tell us you hired a private investigator." " When are you going to stop lying?" "!" " I was just trying to protect my career and marriage." " Now, they're both over." " Gordon stayed with his wife for his children's sake." " And you kept collecting your husband's Marine Corps pay and allowances?" " Yes." " You had no idea your husband was alive." " No." " No." " Not until you people called me to the hospital." " Where were you that morning?" " With Gordon." " I told my wife" "I had to spend the night in Quantico." " Leah and I were in a hotel in Falls Church." " I know you don't have any reason to believe me, but we had no idea John Mayne was alive until you called her to the hospital." " Their alibis are solid, boss." " This was filmed just minutes before John Mayne was shot in the park." " The major paid in cash." " Of course he did." " He's married." " And cell phone records confirm that they were both in Falls Church." " You are so quick to suspect the wife." " Still do." " He's got two of them and two lives." " Which life got him killed?" " I'm thinking it's the little hottie." " Knew about her husband's former life and stolen money." " Don't you think?" " I mean, she said she was going running 'cause she had a bum hammy, but she was strutting around pretty good last time I saw her." " Let's find out where she was." " What about Gontz, the cabdriver?" " He was the third man in Afghanistan." " Maybe he found out Wells was Mayne and killed him for double-crossing them." " No." " No." " No more rain." " Weatherman said it'd miss us." " What do you care about?" " A little rain's not going to hurt you." " It's going to hurt my wallet." " I just had my car washed." " That is why I never wash my car in the winter." " That's a big mistake." " You got to wash off the deicing salt." " Otherwise, it'll eat through the undercarriage." " McGee." " Can you track the cell phone number on this card and tell me where it was the morning Mayne was shot?" " Peter Iger." " Iger Investigations." " Sure." " Ziva." " What's the matter with you?" " He lied to me." " Iger said he had not left the stakeout for three days, but his car was spotless on the outside." " I could see my reflection." " Well, sorry, Ziva." " Can't help you." " Iger's phone was turned off that morning." " I do not believe it." " He is always on it." " The man practically has a wire growing out of his ear." " He would never turn it off, Gibbs." " Unless he didn't want to leave an electronic trail." " Hang on a second." " His phone on now?" " Uh, yes, it is." " Where?" " Not far from here.  1200 block of M Street Northwest." " He's not here." " He's got to be around here somewhere." " I'm gonna call Ziva." " What did Iger say?" " Uh, Iger's not here." " Listen, could you go to my desk?" " There's a cell tracker with Iger's phone on it." " Just, uh, tell me where he is." " There is a laptop in the, uh, passenger seat there." " I'd love to get a look." " Well, his phone is now north of M Street on Ridge." " Address indicates it is a restaurant." " All right." " He's, uh, a block up, around the corner." " He's eating." " Perfect." " I'll get the Slim Jim." " No." " Hey, hey." " What?" " We don't have a warrant." " And I have a record, and besides, a Slim Jim is very..." "It's very old school." " You got a better idea?" " Matter of fact, I do." " Ziva, I'm gonna put you on hold for one second." " Uh, stay on the line, though." " I built an application for my phone." " Why is that important to what we're doing here?" " With a vehicle's VIN number, you can access all the vehicle's pertinent information, including key and remote code." " I hack into a database, download all the codes, and there it is." " Wow." " Well, I'm glad that MIT education paid off for something, McGee." " It is pretty super, isn't it?" " I don't believe you." " Yeah, I'm not gonna unlock the door for you, Tony." " Well, I don't think you could unlock the door." " 'Cause if you could, you'd prove it to me by doing it." "  Uh, no, it does." "  No, I..." "Hey." " M..." "Mine!" "  No, uh, Tony." " You should patent that." " Ziva, where is he now?" " He has not moved." " What are they up to?" " How do I get into his files?" " Tony, you can't." " You know what?" " You're right." " You could get in here in ten seconds." " And then we'd be out of here." " Come on." " I'll hold the phone." " All right." " All right, files are listed by clients' names." " Major Gordon Holcomb." " All right." " Done." " Give me this." " I want no more part of this." " Thank you very much." " Ah, it's exactly what you asked for." " They called me last night to tell me it was here." " You should be very pleased." " I missed you at the opera last night, Mother." " Madame Butterfly." " All those melodies." " One after the other." " It never ceases to amaze me." " Mortimer." " When did she die?" " Ah, Ducky, I'm so sorry." " I'm so sorry." " Oh, this is interesting." " It's an e-mail from a private lab in Philadelphia." " Listen to this." "" As you suspected," ""we have matched the left thumb and index finger" ""on the water bottle you sent us" ""to First Lieutenant" "John Mayne, USMC."" " So, the P.I. knew Wells was Mayne." " Ziva, uh... check with the ATF database." " See if Iger has a registered.45." " Are you going to tell me what's going on, McGee, or is this, like, a guy thing?" " Yeah." " Later, later." " Hey." " Why would Iger withhold that information from his client?" " Because if he tells his client, he only gets the fee, which is a couple hundred bucks." " But if he withholds the information, uses it to blackmail Mayne, who is worth millions?" "  McGee?" "  Yeah?" " Iger owns a Smith  Wesson.45." " Great." " Okay." " Uh, thanks, Ziva." " Don't go away." " You know, it's too bad we won't be able to use any of this information, 'cause you broke into the car, and then obtained it illegally from his computer." " Criminal." " McGee, Iger's coming your way." " You better get out of there." " Well, what can I tell you?" " I charge $100 an hour, plus expenses." " Yeah." " You got my number, pal." " Hey." " NCIS, right?" " Yep." " You guys making any headway?" " Well, as a matter of fact, we wanted to ask you a few questions." " Sure." " Whatever I can do." " Well, according to, uh, ATF records, you have a permit to carry a.45." " Can we see your weapon?" " l-I haven't carried it in years." " I, uh, I sold it at a gun show." " Oh, well." " That's good." " How about you put the bag down..." "Where do you think you're going?" " All right, all right." " Come on." " You don't have to do this." " All right." " So, did you try to shake Wells down?" " Meet in the park went bad, didn't it?" " It was self-defense." " He had a gun." " He shot first." " The guy stole millions." " I only asked for 100 grand." " When were you going to tell me, Duck?" " Soon." " I thought about having a service, but all of Mother's friends predeceased her." " I was all she had." " Okay." " So, why keep it to yourself?" " l-I didn't want to impose." " I'm surrounded by death, Jethro." " I wanted to deal with the personal loss by myself." " Did you know that she was almost 100?" " And she had an active, full life, but this last year, she has not been herself." " It was her time." " The natural progression of age." " You going to stay in the house?" " The sale is pending." " We should close next week." " Ooh, those wretched little dogs?" " I found a good home for them with a corgi lover in Virginia." " What are you going to do?" " I've put down an offer on a brownstone in Georgetown." " It's on the Historic Registry." " I've been working with a charming real estate agent." " Her name is Sophie." " She's... quite a bit younger than myself." " So, I take it" "Sophie's the one that doesn't like the bow ties?" " Well..."