"Keep screaming, honey." " That way the monster will never find you." " Shh!" " Don't want to wake the neighbors now, do we?" " No rough stuff... yet." " This is going to be good." " Whoa." " Hey, easy now." " Easy." " Easy." " Please don't...!" " Break out the gear." " I'll coordinate with the MPs." " You drink that, DiNozzo, you're dead." " Just my luck." " One more hour and we'd have been off duty." " You got big plans today, Tony?" " Well, it is Saturday, Kate." " What do you think?" " You have a date with a girl who can't spell her last name?" " First name?" " No, I'm supposed to volunteer at the Eighth Street soup kitchen today." " Wait..." "You help feed the homeless?" " Don't be so surprised." " Sorry, I just never pictured you as a volunteer type." " Well, there's a lot about me you don't know, Kate." " You're right." " I'm actually impressed for once." " Coffee, probie." " Looks like you could use it." " Oh, thanks, Tony." " Don't mention it." " You know, I think he's finally starting to warm up to me." " He even invited me to a party this afternoon." " Really?" " Where?" " It's a soup kitchen in DC." " A bunch of Playboy centerfolds hosting a fund-raiser there." " Seems pretty open and shut." " Perp broke in, tried to rape her." " She shot him." " Guy's in critical condition at the base hospital." " I have a Marine standing guard." " You I.D. him yet, Sergeant?" " No, and he's not exactly in talking shape, either, sir." " This much blood loss, the guy's lucky to be alive." " Where's Mrs. Rowans?" " With the neighbor next door." " We'll need her statement." " This is Sergeant Hagerty." " Bring Mrs. Rowans home." " I'll meet you out front." " Where's the weapon?" " It's over here, the other side of the couch." " You touch it?" " Hell no, sir." " I did get the serial number, though." " It's registered with the Provost Marshal under her husband's name Major David Rowans." " He's deployed in Iraq." " Been gone for over five months." " We checked the exterior of the house, Gibbs." " No sign of a forced entry." " They tend to leave their doors unlocked." "" They," Sergeant?" " This is a military base, ma'am." " The women expect a certain level of security in their own home." " I suspect that will change after today." " Kate, DiNozzo, I want you to head over to the base hospital." " I want this dirtbag's personal effects and his prints." " Yeah." " Enjoying that coffee, McGee?" " Uh, yeah." " It's not too hot?" " It's your coffee." " I'm sorry, boss." " I'll get you another one." " Thanks." " Yeah, maybe next time, you should remember rule 23." " Is the at one about not marrying a woman who eats more than you do?" " Never mess with a Marine's coffee if you want to live, Agent DiNozzo." " That's right." " Dead man walking." " Let me guess you take it black, Agent Gibbs?" " Marines always do." " What about you, Agent McGee?" " Cream and sugar?" " Uh, you know what, I still have to take some photos outside, so maybe later, but thank you." " Is he old enough to be; an NCIS agent?" " I ask myself that every day." " Thanks." " sorry this place is such a mess." " I wasn't expecting any company." " Am I in trouble, Agent Gibbs?" " You did what you had to do, Mrs. Rowans." " Please call me Laura." " I just have a few questions I need to ask you, Laura." " Is he going to die?" " Maybe." " I just wanted him to go away." " I didn't want to kill him." " Did you know him?" " I never saw him before in my life." " Any idea how he got in?" " I usually leave the back door unlocked when I'm downstairs." " My husband doesn't like me to smoke inside the house." " Is he the one who taught you how to shoot?" " Yeah." " He's a smart guy." " How long have you two been married?" " Civilian time... four years." " Marine time is more like two." " He's been away a lot." " Must get lonely." " Um... we don't have kids, so I don't really fit in with the wives on base." " I manage, I guess." " Do you have a place to stay tonight?" " My mom lives in Maryland." " Is it okay if I go there?" " Just make sure we have her number." " You, uh... you think of anything, you want to talk... give me a call." " Or you could e-mail me night or day." " I hate hospitals." " Maybe we'll get lucky and he's already dead." " Hi." " I'm Special Agent Todd..." "Tony DiNozzo, NCIS." " This is Special Agent Todd." " I'd love to ask you a few questions." " Say... over lunch, Lieutenant...?" " Uh, Kim." " And this is my engagement ring, Agent DiNozzo." " I brought my lunch." " How can I help you?" " What can you tell us about the gunshot victim brought in last night?" " I already told the MPs everything I know." " We're not MPs." " What kind of shape is he in?" " Stable for the moment." " Well, we'll need to talk to him." " You'll have to come back tomorrow." " He's in ICU." " He might be dead tomorrow, and we need answers now, Lieutenant." " He's not conscious, and he won't be until tomorrow, Agent Todd." " What about his personal effects?" " Right here." " We had to cut off most of his clothing." " We'll need to get his prints before we go." " That will also have to wait until..." "Tomorrow." " Right." " Lieutenant, this man tried to rape someone, so..." "We'll come back." " Agent Todd make sure the MP guarding him doesn't screw up the DD-932-A6 form the way he did last time." " If he does, it's your ass." " We clear?" " Crystal." " Crystal what?" " Sir." " Better." " Now get moving." " I don't have all day." " Your MP's outside room 107." " So wait... what were you saying before about not being married?" " Or you're almost married... thinking about it... on a fence." " Every road with access into Quantico is blocked by armed gate guards." " There's Marines everywhere." " So why would a rapist choose a victim here?" " Maybe he's got a death wish, Agent McGee." " There's easier ways to die." " It doesn't make sense." " You about done here, sir?" " Yeah, about, Sergeant." " Just one thing" "How'd our dirtbag get on base?" " I've been asking myself that same question, Agent Gibbs." " I want you and your Marines to check every car within a five mile radius of Laura Rowan's house." " For what specifically?" " Make sure their military decals are current." " They match up with the plates on the car." " You got it." "( Sorry.)" "( Watch where you're throwing.)" "( You threw it, you go get it.)" " Any cars don't check out, you call me, okay?" " Hey, man, throw it." " Whoa!" " Yeah!" " It was... was a game." " Laura invited me over..." "I thought she loved me..." "According to our rapist, he was invited over by Laura Rowans." " Oh, what was that little tip that" "I picked up as a cop in Baltimore?" " Right on the..." "Oh, yeah!" " Rapists are liars, Kate." " I don't think we should rule out anything, Tony." " Oh, really?" " Do you now, probie?" " All we have is Mrs. Rowans' word for what happened last night." " So you want to drag her in here and accuse her of attempted murder, McGee?" " No, I didn't say that." " No." " Let's do it." " Not like she hasn't been through enough crap already." " You would know, you're the master at giving it." " Watch your lip, probie." " Hey!" " Your little quivering lip!" " Hey!" " My God." " I swear, the two of you are worse than my brothers and they're practically psychotic." " We have to I.D. this guy." " If we find a connection between the two of them, we bring Laura Rowans in for questioning." " Agreed?" " His name's Jeremy Davison." " Sergeant Hagerty found his car parked outside the Quantico rear gate." " Keys, wallet," "I.D. all inside." " Run his phone records, see if he ever communicated with Mrs. Rowans." " I am on it." " McGee." " Yeah, boss?" " Get a search warrant for that address." " On it." " Hey, Kate." " Your brothers really like that?" " Sadly, yes." " Ah." " Explains a lot." " Jeremy Davison has no criminal record, Gibbs." " He's a civilian, no ties to the military, his prints don't match any open case files." " The boy doesn't even have a speeding ticket." " We're talking cleaner than clean, whiter than white." " You put him in a line-up with snow, snow is going to jail." " Or it just means he's never been caught." " Or it just means he was never caught." " I want you to run the DNA from his blood." " Cross reference it with every database you can think of." " Considering there's no centralized DNA depository, that could take months and months and months..." "Uh-huh." " Then you better get started." " You think he did it?" " Kind of depends on your definition of "it."" " Spoken like a true politician, Gibbs." " Still going through his phone records, boss." " Nothing so far to or from Quantico." " Home and office?" " And cell." " Got the warrant to his apartment." " It's in Alexandria." " Keys." " I'll get the sedan." " No, you stay on the phone records." " McGee, I want everything there is on Davison by the time I get back." " Kate." " Come on, you're with me." " Let's go." " Clear." " Clear." " This is sort of how I always pictured Tony's place." " Yeah, except DiNozzo has better furniture." " All right, let's find out who this guy really is." " You might want to come take a look at this, Gibbs." " She had to have sent him that." " Yeah?" " How do you figure that?" " Let's just say theoretically, I had a picture like this." " I wouldn't be handing them out on a street corner." " Yeah, well, okay, since we're being theoretical, what about if the guy happens to work in a photo shop?" " Here's an e-mail from Laura Rowans to Davison." "" The thought of us possibly meeting, Niceguy," ""is both exhilarating and terrifying." "" On one hand, I can imagine you throwing me down and..."" "Whoa." " Whoa, what?" " Whoa, it's, uh, it's pretty specific, Gibbs." " Yeah?" " Uh, by specific, I mean, uh, explicit." " In the truest, most pornographic sense of the word." " Yeah, I'd say that's, uh, specific, Kate." " Bag it." " Jeremy?" " He's not here." " Who the hell are you?" "!" " Special Agent Gibbs and Todd, NCIS." " NCI-what?" " We're Federal agents executing a search warrant." " Who are you?" " Michelle." " Michelle Davison." " Jeremy's sister." " Is he okay?" " Your brother was shot last night breaking into a home on a Marine base." " He's in critical condition." " Oh, my God." " I knew it, I knew something like this was going to happen." " Something like what?" " He went on a date last night with some girl he met on the Internet." " Ooh, is it my birthday?" " Yeah, you see a bow on top?" " We think Laura Rowans was having an online affair with Jeremy Davison." " Really?" " I could have told her, Internet romances never work out." " They all end in attempted murder, Abby?" " Only the really hot ones, Tony." " I want proof it's true before" "I drag Mrs. Rowans in here." " Is this Davison's computer?" " Yep." " If I'm gonna find something conclusive, Gibbs," "I'm gonna have to have the lady's as well." " McGee's on the way with it." " Then we're in business." " When do you need it by?" " Now." " Wow!" " Laura Rowans wrote these?" " Allegedly." " Okay, Abby, I'll of course need copies of all of them, all right?" " What?" " Hey, McGee." " Ready to plunge into the seedy side of the Internet with me?" " I thought we agreed never to discuss that at work." " McGee, I'm talking about the case." " Right, the case." " Okay, we'll leave the two of you alone." " But Gibbs won't, so I'd get busy." " DiNozzo!" " I'm investigating here these letters speak to the suspect's state of mind." " I've read them, and they're all pretty much the same." " I've only read two, and if you think they're all the same, then we definitely need to talk, Kate." " 12 years of Catholic school says that ain't ever gonna happen." " Do you still have the pleated skirt?" " Get that." " Yeah." " So, uh, what's going on?" " Gibbs just said to bring Laura Rowans' computer;" "he didn't say why." " We've got a cybersex attempted murder kill-thing going on, McGee." " Really?" " Cool, huh?" " Yeah." " Come on..." "Let's say Laura did invite Davison back to her house?" " Thank you." " What would she gain from shooting him?" " Maybe he was blackmailing her?" " DiNozzo, he was lying on the floor with two bullets in him." " She could havefinished him off." " Instead, she dialed 911." " She get cold feet?" " Or Davison decided to surprise her, take it to next step from fantasy to reality." " Well, if they only communicated online, there's a possibility that she didn't even know what he looked like." " So you're saying the whole thing might have been an accident?" " I don't believe in accidents." " Or Davison could be your garden-variety psycho." " He latched on to Laura and he didn't want to let go." " We're missing something here." " And I think we found it, boss." " Laura Rowans and Jeremy Davison were definitely in contact." " We can trace their e-mail exchanges back to the day they met online." " Four months ago, on a little Web site called the Scarlet Secret." " This is their home page." " Oh, I got to get one of these." " DiNozzo." " I'm talking about the plasma screen, Kate." " What is this?" " Well, um, you know Friendster, where people make web pages with personal profiles to connect with their friends online?" " And their friends lead to their friends and so on and so on." " Okay... you know what friends are, right?" " Abby." " Well, it's kind of like that, only it's explicitly for sex." " Male, female, preferences, fetishes." " And you follow the chain of pages, it should lead to somewhat anonymous cybersex or a real face-to-face meeting, if you want." " You're a member?" " No." " No, she just created the page to look online." " I did a little trial and error, with Laura Rowans' screen name" "HomeAlone325, and Jeremy Davison's Niceguy653." " Care to guess which fetish they have in common, Kate?" " No, no, I'm going to hell just listening to all of this." " Rape fantasies." " What kind of a woman is into rape fantasies?" " Actually, it's not that uncommon, Kate." " Actually, it's sick and disturbing, McGee." " I dad a girl once who used to wear my police uniform and make me call her Detective Sipowicz." " What the hell's wrong with you?" " It wasn't my idea." " Well, the police uniform part was, but..." "How long's Gibbs going to make her sit there?" " It's called brewing, probie." " She's scared, nervous, imagining the worst." " You gotta give it time to percolate." " What's going on, Agent Gibbs?" " I thought you said I wasn't in any trouble." " What makes you think you're in trouble?" " I'm in an interrogation room." " Did the man die?" " You mean Jeremy Davison?" " Is that his name?" " One of them." " He's still alive." " Though, you might know him better as Niceguy653." " I have no idea what you're talking about." " No?" " Where did you get that?" " Off of Jeremy Davison's computer." " I don't understand?" " How?" " You sent it to him." " No, I sent this to my husband in Iraq." " I told you, I never saw that man before in my life." " How could I send this to him?" " You spend a lot of time on the Internet," "Mrs. Rowans." " Why?" " What does that have to do with anything?" " It was an observation, not a question." " Oh, my God." " You think I wrote this." " Tell me about the Scarlet Secret Web site." " Uh..." "I..." "Where discriminating adults go to play." " Ring any bells?" " It's not like that." " You and Jeremy decided to have a little cyber fling." " One of you decided to take it to the next level." " I want to know which one." " I've never cheated on my husband;" "I wouldn't." " It was just supposed to be a game." " Does this feel like a game, Mrs. Rowans?" " I, uh, I fooled around a couple times online, but I never gave anyone my name or my picture." " It was harmless!" " It was just a fantasy!" " This is sounding like attempted murder." " I have to talk to Gibbs." " Uh, you're going to have to wait, because the last time" "I disturbed him in interrogation was the last time..." "No, McGee, this is an emergency." " We screwed up big time." " Then how do you explain this?" " This is a copy of the e-mail you sent Jeremy inviting him to your house Friday night." " I did not write that." " I never talked to anyone named "Mr. Nice Guy."" " Agent Gibbs, I swear to you." " We have your computer." " You two were exchanging e-mails for months." " Uh, Agent Gibbs, we need a word with you." " What?" " Abby has something to tell you." " I was digging deeper into Laura Rowan's clusters mostly the slack space and the log file alignment, it was off." " Not much, but enough." " So I imaged the sectors and I found trace elements of corrupt..." "English!" " She's telling the truth, Gibbs." " She didn't write those e-mails." " Who did?" " I don't know." " Sorry." " So she was set up?" " It's more like Jeremy Davison was set up." " His computer wasn't tampered with." " He thought he was communicating with Mrs. Rowans the entire time." " And the reason for luring him on to a Marine base to rape a Marine wife?" " Well, closest thing to a death sentence" "I can think of." " Abby's lab, now." " No dice, Gibbs." " The hacker left no back trace on Laura Rowans' machine." " But we can tell when he created the e-mail trail." " The files overwritten on her computer show that it happened right around the time she shot Jeremy Davison." " Like I said, this guy's good." " The guy's a dirtbag, Abby." " I want him." " Well, unfortunately, we can't find him from here." " We need access to the Scarlet Secret Web servers." " And a warrant will take months." " They have a rep for legally fighting any attempt to breech the privacy of their members." " Can't we hack 'em?" " Won't work, Tony." " We need core-level access with full admin privileges to track this guy." " Which means we have to be on the inside to do it." " Find another way." " Abby, can you pull up the home page for the Scarlet Secret?" " Really?" " I thought I saw something that we could use." " Okay, at the bottom here can you click on employment opportunities." " Can we get a job there?" " Abby, click "computer programming."" "" We're looking for a computer programmer"with experience in network protocols "IDS, "firewalls, and ultra high-speed network capabilities." "" Excellent communication skills, "a professional attitude and the desire to be challenged "every day is required." "" Bachelor's degrees preferred." " Must be able to start immediately."" " Way to go, Kate." " Finally, I get to do some undercover work." " That's not going to work." " Uh, probie's got cop written all over his face." " I, on the other hand..." "He does have experience with cyber... sex." " Yeah." " That true, DiNozzo?" " I think what Kate meant to say was that I met a very nice girl online once." " Yeah, what was her name?" " Names aren't that important." " Hotjuggs24, but I think she meant it as a metaphor." " Boss, Tony could never pass as a computer programmer." " So McGee goes." " No." " Not McGee." " You make me really horny, baby." " Well, you're certainly qualified." " And from the look of things, you'll fit right in around here." " So what do you think, Ms. Gibbs?" " I'd say, when can I start, Mr. Kane?" " You can call me Devon." " Right." " Devon." " What am I wearing?" " How do you like fishnets, baby?" " You can start today." " I have a question for you, though." " Have you thought about modeling yourself?" " Oh, I prefer the computer programming side of the business, Devon." " Okay, well, should you change your mind we do offer naked tech support to a very select clientele." " And it pays double." " That's... very thoughtful, but, um, I'll pass." " Okay, great." " Well, here's your work station." " And I think that's it." " So... welcome to Scarlet Secret." " Good work, Abby." " Go." " Get Jeremy Davison's statement." " I want the name of anybody he's had an altercation with in the past five years." " You got it." " I'm in, Gibbs." " Is McGee there?" " Here, Abbs." " Hi, McGee." " Hey." " Okay, open port 618 on their firewall, and I'll join you." " Done, and done." " Connected." " How long is this going to take?" " There's a number of different variables." " Code complexity, accuracy of the logs, the software..." "You've got one hour." " Or one hour." " So... so if it wasn't Laura" "I was talking to, who was it?" " Well, that's what we're trying to find out, Mr. Davison." " No, I don't believe it." " We talked about everything." " It wasn't just about sex." " She loved me." " It can't be." " At this point, we're not even sure if she is a she." " We exchanged hundreds of e-mails." " Why would someone do that?" " You tell us." " Anyone holding a grudge against you, Mr. Davison?" " Anyone who might know their way around a computer?" " No, I don't socialize much off-line." " I kind of s-stutter when I'm nervous." " What about on-line?" " I said no." " Maybe... maybe she didn't recognize me." " Maybe it was just a mistake." " I-If I talk to her, we can..." "She never even heard of you, Jeremy." " Whoever you were talking to, it wasn't Laura Rowans." " So none of it was real?" " The whole thing was just some sick joke?" " Jeremy." " Oh, God." " Are you okay?" " Is this really necessary, Agent Todd?" " Not anymore." " If you remember anything, Jeremy, anything that you think might help us, please call me." " It's going to be all right now, okay?" " It's going to be all right." " I got him." " It's custom code." " It matches the stuff on Laura's computer." " He's got hooks all over the system." " I'm on it." " Okay, he's using a router out of Fairfax." " Tracing it back now." " Interesting." " He left his name in an encrypted file." " Zed-death-six." " The guy's arrogant." " He likes to sign his work." " What?" " I talk to myself." " Got a problem with that?" " Got him." " Name's Victor Grotinski." " He's in Woodbridge, Virginia, off Davis Ford Road." " 15 miles from Quantico." " That's a good job, McGee." " You get Abby back here." " Coffee's for you." " DiNozzo." " Yeah, boss." " Meet me at this address." " NCIS Federal agents!" " We have a warrant for your arrest." " Hands in the air." " Now!" " That's, uh..." "That is just nasty." " Oh, my God." " You see anything interesting, Duck?" " They say the eyes are the window to the soul." " Yeah?" " They say anything about when he died?" " Perhaps." " Have we found them yet?" " Nope." " They took the optic nerve." " Time of death about 18 hours ago." " What do you think this is?" " Tony, he was slaving old systems together." " He was jerry-rigging his own super computer." " I talking about this." " Some kind of solvent?" " I don't think so." " Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you." " You know what this is?" " Hey!" " Hi... guys." " No, I don't, but considering there's no bathroom in this apartment...?" " Uh, probie... bag that." " And why don't you check out those suspicious looking containers while you're at it." " I think I'll throw up now." " DiNozzo... find out what this operates." " You got it." " Kate, what do you think about Oedipus here" "Well, there's no obvious defensive wounds." " He knew his attacker." " Or he was surprised." " Why take his eyes?" " Some kind of a message?" " Or a warning, Kate." " Several South American tribes were known to ritualistically pluck the eyes of their enemies to discourage them from being followed." " Of course, they were cannibals, so they did..." "You know, I don't think we're dealing with cannibals here, Duck." " No, I should think not." " Well, not this far north." " Kate, could you come here for a second?" " I need your help with something." " I had to wear a skirt today." " Did you say something?" " Oh, you know, you realize what would happen if I dropped this knife, Tony?" " Yep." " I'm still deciding whether it's worth it or not." " Now, why would somebody hide a camcorder in a vent?" " You're kidding, right?" " Aw..." "You know, when this is over, we really need to talk, Kate." " You scare me." " Well, he certainly isn't gonna win any awards for cinematography." " And it didn't help that he was shooting in almost no light." " Okay, here's where it gets interesting." " She's a black widow." " She killed him right after... that special moment." " Any close-ups of her face?" " One glimpse, but I mean it's a glimpse." " It's digital, so..." "I might be able to pull out more information." " I'll do my best to pull out more information...?" " I will pull out more information." " Hey, McGee..." "Yeah." " I need to know who hired Grotinski create the e-mail trail between Rowans and Davison." " Well, there's about 150 gigabytes of data on several hard drives, boss." " Only 150?" " Hell!" " That shouldn't take much time at all!" " He has no idea what a gigabyte is, does he, Abby?" " I don't think he knows what a hard drive is, McGee." " I mean, the policy they have at that beach isn't strictly nudist, it's more of like, uh, it's optional." " Uh-huh." " Yeah." " Ooh!" " Changed!" " We're dealing with a sociopath here, Tony." " Yeah, the missing eye part would be the dead giveaway, Kate." " Who likes to manipulate people." " But the question is: why Jeremy Davison and Laura Rowans?" " Two lonely people pouring their hearts out into cyberspace?" " Instead they find a psycho lurking on the Scarlet Secret Web site." " Works for me." " Not me." " We're being played." " By who, Gibbs?" " Kate, Grotinski was murdered by the woman on the tape." " She hired him?" " I don't know yet." " We should bring Laura Rowans back for questioning." " Yeah." " Gibbs." " On our way." " Let's go." " Ducky's got something." " To Abby please, Mr. Palmer." " Sure thing, Doctor." " Uh, what is it exactly?" " Our young man was killed during coitus." " That may be our black widow's DNA." " You know, the Romans considered dying during the act of love to be a great honor, Mr. Grotinski." " Yeah?" " What would they think about videotaping it?" " From some of the murals" "I've seen in Pompeii, I think they'd rather enjoy it." " It's an Italian thing, Ducky." " We're passionate people;" "it runs in our blood." " The only thing running through your blood, Tony, is cholesterol." " And possibly chlamydia." " It's curable." " What do we got, Duck?" " Well, I sent some fluids up to Abby." " The DNA may be our killers." " But what really interests me is the manner in which his throat was cut." " The knife was inserted into the side of the neck and then ripped forward, severing both the arteries and the windpipe." " Very professional." " Yeah." " And very familiar." " Yeah." " Thanks, Duck." " You track down Laura Rowans." " Tell her we need to talk." " Duck...?" " Oh, it's the technique Marines are taught to kill enemy sentries." " Her hubby taught her how to do a lot more than just shoot." " I'm picking up some highlights off the baseball cap." " No, that's not good enough." " I need a face." " How much longer, Abby?" " Maybe another hour to filter." " What about the fluid Ducky sent up?" " I've isolated several female cells." " I'm sequencing the DNA now." " Like... ten hours." " You think that's Laura Rowans, boss?" " Well, considering I've seen better pictures of a UFO, you tell me, McGee." " Check her home; if she's there, hold her, Sergeant." " Yes, ma'am." " Talked to Laura's mother, boss." " She claims she hasn't seen her since yesterday and she's not answering her cell." " She's not answering at home, either." " I have Sergeant Hagerty heading over there." " You try the hospital?" " No, but if she's at the plucking eyeball stage...?" " She might take another shot at Jeremy." " We're going to Quantico." " Let's roll." " ICU." " Lieutenant Kim." " Hi." " It's Tony." " Tony!" " I was hoping you'd call." " What's Jeremy Davison's condition?" " Resting comfortably." " What's up?" " All right." " Anyone comes to visit him, tell them he's been transferred to another hospital." " Is there a problem, Tony?" " No." " No problem, Pam." " We'll be on base in about 15 minutes." " Make that ten." " You going to tell us what's up, Gibbs?" " My gut." " Agent Todd." " Yeah, we've got a serious situation here, ma'am." " Hands in the air!" " Now!" " Sergeant Hagerty has Laura Rowans in custody, Gibbs." " And he also found Grotinski's eyes in her kitchen." " She hired him to make it look like a third party set them both up?" " Yeah." " It's not a bad plan." " It almost worked." " Almost." " Mrs. Rowans didn't seem like the murdering type to me." " The smart ones never do." " I thought you told Gibbs the DNA would take ten hours." " I did." " This doesn't make any sense." " I didn't even send it." " Oh, my God." " You have ten minutes, and make sure all your cell phones are off." " You'll be moved to a civilian hospital tomorrow, Mr. Davison." " Finally." " Any idea why this woman fixated on my brother?" " I was hoping he could tell me." " Jeremy?" " She wasn't happy, but she wouldn't leave her husband." " I was going to tell... him about us." " Well, you're lucky." " We have her on tape slashing another guy's throat." " Y..." "You do?" " The picture's damaged, but once our lab cleans it up..." "We should be able to positively I.D. her." " She won't be bothering you again, Mr. Davison." " I..." "I loved her." " Let's go." " Come on, answer, answer, answer." " Pick up, damn it!" " Pick up!" " If they're at the hospital, they probably have their phones turned off, Abby." " We're about to let a murderer go free!" " We have to get going, baby." " ICU!" " I need to speak to Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs now!" " It's a matter of life and death." " Those first two Navy cops were dumb, but their boss wasn't." " Did you see the way he was looking at me?" " Hey... that sound harsh to you, Kate?" " Very." " Go for it, honey." " My first round's going through your right eye socket, lady." " Yeah." " Gibbs." " Don't you pick up your phone anymore?" "!" " The DNA we ran on Jeremy Davison two days ago matches five open investigations." " He's a serial rapist and murderer!" " We know." " And the woman that he's with is his accomplice, it's not his..." "You know?" "!" " Got it covered, Abby." " They know." " Did you know?" " No." " If I find out that you knew, I will kill you." " I can't believe we almost let those two walk." " And Davison isn't even their real names." " Grotinski created those identities for them." " Yeah, it's amazing what you can do with computers these days, Kate." " Sure is, Tony." " Hey, I've got a little something you might be interested in." " Who's this supposed to be?" " I tracked down your cyber babe for you:" "Hotjuggs24." " Yeah, she's a real keeper, DiNozzo." " I wonder if he wears a sports bra."