Suspect last seen headed south on Redbird Road.

Copy that. You got a visual?

Negative. Lost sight about a mile back. This guy's cooking

with gas and heading right for you, Bill. Keep your eyes open.

It's like driving a hog to slaughter.

What the hell are you doing? I thought you said this guy was
heading south?

He was. , come on, you let him pass ya?

Uh, nothing gets past me.

Except a blue Mustang doing ninety. Male driver. Just ripped

off an armored truck?

Nothing gets past me. Look at that. Come on, come on.

State Police! Hands on the wheel!

Minimal damage. The engine's still running.

Where the hell is he going?

Call the Navy. Now!

Yes, sir.

"Excessive supply." Four letters.

Glut.

Huh, thanks.

Hey, uh, Tim, you mind if I play my music again?

No. Go right ahead, man.

Yeah.

Hmm. Special Agent McGee. I am sorry, he is out of the office

for the week, but I can take a message.

I'll call back.

Great. No problem.
"Leading cause of anxiety." Six letters. Ends in S.

Gibbs.

No, that's only five letters. Stress.

Yeah.

The word is stress.

Same thing.

You know, years as a special agent and Gibbs never takes

personal leave and then barely eight weeks of filling in as the
director and he's...out the door, first chance he gets.

Well, paperwork is worse than dead bodies.

Hmm.

The man deserves a break. Actually, I think he should do it

more often.

Wh...why? Because McGee lets you play music?

Well, Tim is so much nicer. Ooh, it's my favorite part. Hey,

Bishop.

Hmm?

I'm coming for you.

Stop. Okay.

McGee. Um, yes, sir. I'm sorry I, I can't hear you. How long?
Okay. We're on it. All right. Dance party's over. There's been
a robbery.

Where?

North Carolina.

Shouldn't the Carolinas Field Office handle that?

Well, they did. Check the NCIC.

Okay.

NATIONAL CRIME INFORMATION CENTER

LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICERS INVESTIGATING

$350,000 STOLEN FROM ARMORED CAR

Law Enforcement Officers investigating

$350,000 stolen from Armored Car

A robber in North Carolina made off with three hundred

and fifty thousand dollars early this morning.
The suspect is believed to have fled onto a Naval air
station, following a vehicle chase involving state troopers.

Suspect is believed to be armed, and should be

considered dangerous.

Someone stole three hundred fifty thousand dollars from an

armored truck and then fled onto a Naval Air Station.

Not very smart. Base security would be all over him.

Can't find him. Even after a lockdown and search.

Why would they call us?

Before the lockdown, a Navy transport plane took off.

They think the thief could be onboard.

Yeah. It was immediately diverted to Andrews. And it lands in

twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes across town? Talk about stress.

Well, at least Gibbs can still enjoy his break.

Gibbs!

Tobias.

Called your office.

They said that you were taking a few days off. Acting
director? Yikes. I figured you'd come up here to get away
from it all.

I did.

Good for you. You deserve a break.

What do you want?

See you happy. My house is being bug-bombed so I need a

place to crash. I let you stay on my couch when your place
had termites.

They were your termites.

What are best friends for?

Hah, that's what I said. Gibbs, that outhouse needs new

magazines. And softer toilet paper. Phil Brooks. Nice to meet
ya.

Tobias Fornell. I didn't realize I was interrupting.

You both are.

I already apologized for my misunderstanding. I recently sold
my house in a divorce and the new apartment's not ready till
next week. I called Gibbs to crash. He said he was staying at
the cabin.

It was a fact. Not an invitation.

I didn't see your car.

Uber. I only got here ten minutes before you.

What are the chances?

Yeah. Who knew that Gibbs had multiple best friends?

Hah. It's funny, uh, he's never mentioned you.

Or you.

Carl, was it?

That's Phil.

Phil.

Yeah. Phil Brooks.

Phil Brooks.

Phil is good.

Phil is good.

Agent McGee, Commander Prasad, XO.

Thanks for meeting us.

None too soon, your plane just touched down. Flight was
headed for Southcom in Peru.

Loaded with humanitarian supplies. No passengers. Crew

thinks they're here for additional cargo.

They could be accomplices.

If your robber's on this plane, it was not with the help of Navy
personnel. I guarantee that.

Line up over here, please. And, uh, no talking. All right.

Flight deck is clear!

Aft wells are clear!

Cargo area is secured. Pallets are sealed.

What the hell is going on, Sir?

A grave misunderstanding. Looks like your robber found
another way off that air station.

No, we still need to talk to the crew. Nick?

Guys, let's chat.

Look, Agent McGee, unless you have proof that your robber
was on this plane--

McGee? Got something.

Hey, I got blood. And torn fabric.

It looks like a piece of our robber.

Where's the rest of him?

Since records began in nineteen forty-seven, there have been

over a hundred documented wheel well stowaways.

So it's actually possible.

More than possible. Especially with a plane this size.

The nose well of the Hercules is comparatively roomy.

No peanuts or oxygen.

I didn't say it was safe.

Well, our guy did lose a finger.

Must have pinched after take-off.

But survivable.

Well, finger folly aside, three out of four wheel well stowaways
die mid-air.

Either due to lack of oxygen or the extreme cold.

Temperatures at altitude can drop to negative forty.

Bad way to travel. Kind of like a unicycle.

Unless you've got cold-weather gear, an oxygen tank, and a

parachute.

Yeah. Sure. Then a wheel well is a pretty ingenious way to

disappear to South America without a trail.

Very Jason Bourne.

Till the plane was diverted.

Which leaves us with two options, either our guy fell out with
no parachute, and we're looking for a dead pancake...

Or he jumped and is still alive. Somewhere.

Still working on that.

So what about an ID?

Or are you just searching for Matt Damon?

Police never got a good look at the robber. And the car was
stolen.

Fingerprints.

They didn't find any.

Yeah. No, but we did.

The severed finger. Right! Uh, it's down in autopsy. Thawing.

Fishlord Two Thousand came out two years ago. But it didn't
have GPS capabilities or social media app support. This
model does. Because this is the Fishlord Three Thousand.

Let's reel them in!

Spared no expense.

Why?

For Gibbs and me to use on the lake.

No. Why are you two friends?

I said, he helped build my boat.

No, I got that. It's the stuff about Twitter and expensive fish
finders where I get lost.

Have you met Gibbs? He's a troglodyte! No offense.

Too late.

What are these for?

Keys to my house. Knock yourselves out.

You want us to stay there?

You're not staying here.

Well, it was good to meet you, Fred.

It's Phil. And he was talking to both of us.

No, he wasn't. I know the man.

So do I. Gibbs and I have shared a lot.

Have you shared an ex-wife?

No. Is that a brag?

I'm just saying that I know the man intimately.

Wait. You're jealous.

What?

Yeah.

No!

Yes.

It's just that if you were really friends, you'd know that Gibbs
hates electronics in the cabin. Especially hunting aids. And
don't get me started on phones.

Yeah. But it's my first time up here.

Exactly. So why don't you sit this one out, Skippy?

Well, you got a car. I'm stuck here.

I will call you a taxi.

Signal is always a little bit spotty here.

No. No, no, no, no, no, that wasn't for pleasure, Gibbs.

That was an emergency.

You were right. He does hate electronics at the cabin.

He's pretty mad at you.

Sir, by seven ten, we were climbing to thirty thousand feet at a

little over three hundred miles an hour. Still with nothing to
report.

Lieutenant Holcomb, you had an unauthorized passenger on

that plane. Your plane. And we're trying to figure out how he
got there.

Then stop accusing me and my crew of being involved!

You notice anything unusual this morning?

Nope. We make that flight every month like clockwork.

Hello?
Your ground crew. They might've seen something.

Everyone on that tarmac has a job to do. Looking for

stowaways isn't one of them. I mean, who the hell would be
that stupid?

Think we're about to find out. I'm on my way back, Jimmy.

Nail pitting can be a sign of psoriasis or inflammatory arthritis.

Uh, no doubt the tropical South American climate would ease
the pain.

Wait, you think this guy risked his life for better skin?

Well, vitamin supplements are much safer.

Jimmy, you said you had a print?

Just one sec. Almost done.

Doctor Mallard, would you start for me?

Gladly. This is the right index finger of a fully-grown adult

male. After thawing the digit and separating fabric from flesh,
Doctor Palmer rehydrated the tissue with injections of saline.

It's a common procedure.

It's outlined in Doctor Mallard's book. Volume One comes out

next week.

That's right! Congrats, Duck.

It's exciting? They even asked him to go on a signing tour.

It's only being sold at lesser colleges with a specialized

Medical Examiner program. I politely declined.

But I am scheduling all of his flights.

Jimmy, I thought you were working on the fingerprint?

Yeah. It's on the list. Right now, I am sending Doctor Mallard

on the trip of a lifetime. It is six weeks' worth of dramatic
readings, autographs.

(groans)

Here's the itinerary. Tell him he should go.

What? You know, Duck, I loved doing my book tours for

"Deep Six." People really love putting a face to the words.
Especially the groupies.

Define 'groupies.'

Eager, attractive fans of your work.

Well, upper New York State is at its best this time of the year.
Yes, perhaps I should talk this over with my agent.

Where's my phone? Excuse me.

Doctor Mallard stayed to help after the director was

kidnapped.

But really he's been wandering around, uh, constantly looking

over my shoulder. Is it wrong for me to help him find a new
project?

Jimmy. Fingerprint.

I already sent it up to Kasie.

What? Why'd you call me?

I needed your help with Doctor Mallard.

Gibbs would murder you.

I know. You are so much nicer.

Robber's stolen car arrives at six thirty-nine AM.

He parks and waits.

They had tinted windows. You can't see a face.

Armored truck arrives at six fifty-three.

You got one guard.

Payday loan shop in the middle of Nowhere,

Carolina is not a high priority.

It will be now.

Three hundred and fifty grand in four-and-a-half seconds.

That's not bad.

He knew the delivery schedule and he was careful.

That flight suit helped him blend in on the base.

Could this guy be military?

We need a name to match that finger.

It's been classified.

By who?

The FBI. We got an exact match in the system, but to access

the file, we have to be read-in. In person.

The FBI is coming here?

Yeah.

Turn those frowns upside down!

You got fingerprint info?

No. That is not the reason for the smiles. I found our robber!
I mean, kind of, kind of. The general area. Okay.

According to the black box recorder, the landing gear only

extended on approach to DC.

The robber could have parachuted any time before landing.

That's sixty miles of north-south approach with about three
miles of east-west drift for a parachute descent.

Needle, meet haystack.

Yes. But since no one reported a random parachute on their

morning commute. There was nothing on social media...

Our robber avoided populated areas.

Which would mean he jumped as soon as the landing gear

doors opened, which would put him somewhere around here.

Well, okay. Slightly smaller haystack.

You mean forest?

Yeah, and still too big to cover on foot. But we can alert park
rangers and set up roadblocks. Right, McGee?

These road names, they, they look familiar. Wait, is this

Brossard County?

Yes.

No.

What? What's in Brossard County?

Gibbs. And his cabin.

Yeah. But you said the search grid is, is huge.

Yeah. But we should still warn him.

We're gonna interrupt his vacation?

No, man. He doesn't wanna talk to us.

Special Agent McGee.

Hey, boss.

We were just talking about you.

Damn. That's just...that's next level.

You're going out to search for a missing bank robber in the

middle of nowhere?

You used my phone to call NCIS?

Hey, that was an emergency.

You were looking for an excuse to get out of here.

Gibbs, the chances you finding this guy are a million to one.

So, you're just gonna leave us?

Yes.

Well, I was an Eagle Scout.

I was a trained federal agent.

Hmm.

no, no, no. Hey I think you dropped something. !

Ah!

Gibbs, wait up!

Hey, Gibbs!

All right. So, where are we?

Well, Gibbs happily volunteered to search miles of remote

forest.

Said he needed the distraction.

From his vacation?

Road blocks?

State Police have been notified. But are you sure he didn't
wanna wait for the Forestry Service?

Well, Gibbs is Gibbs. Did you talk to the NSA?

Yeah. Thermal-imaging satellites won't be in place for hours.

Sorry, Suze. Forgot to turn it off.

FBI is here.

Do you think the FBI knows this case deals with stolen federal
money and crosses state lines?

Safe bet.

They're gonna take over.

Well, don't let them. Do what Gibbs does.

Such as?

For starters, stop being so nice.

I win! I made it to the top of the ridge first. Phil wasn't even
close.

You see anything?

I know what you're doing. Using us against each other for

your own benefit.

Did you see anything?

You're right. You could see the whole valley from up there. I
saw some fabric caught in a tree a couple of miles due east.

Has got to be the parachute, right? Hey, what took you so

long, Pokey?

I'm built for comfort not speed. He told you about the
parachute?

Yeah.

Guess this thing finds fish, not bad guys.

Hey, put that back. We may need it if I run out of protein bars.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Does it keep score?

Of what?

Me, one. You, zero.

Very funny. Give it back.

Do you want a tip, Agent Monet?

Call me Izzy. And, yes, please.

Izzy.
Take a bus tour.

Like a tourist?

Yeah. The cheesier the better.

You'll see all the landmarks and then you're gonna learn how
to use those to, uh, to navigate.

Smart. I'd rather have someone show me around.

Do you know anybody?

Well, Izzy, it depends. Do you like motorcycles?

Hello. Special Agent Timothy McGee, NCIS.

Isabel Monet. FBI.

This is our case.

You were not kidding. I'm not here to take over the case.

You told her?

She has a nice smile.

I just recently transferred from our San Diego Office.

I'm not used to people being so uptight about jurisdiction or life

in general.

You'll get there.

Now, about our fingerprint match?

Down to business. That is so East Coast. Meet Franklin Poe.

You were not able to access his info because he's part of the
Federal Witness Protection Program.

Is he a scared bunny or a dirty rat?

Poe was a rat. He was busted three years ago as part of a

high-profile heist in Las Vegas.

Agreed to testify against his buddies for a plea deal.

Hence witness protection. We set him up in North Carolina

managing a shoe store. It's not sexy, but safe.

Guess he had second thoughts.

Waves break, but they don't change course.

Do you surf?

It's funny you should ask that, I--

Is this it?

Am I missing something?

No. It just seems that you could've told us this over the phone
or maybe emailed the file.

You got me.

There's actually another reason that I came in person. I...

Izzy?

Jackie-Jack! There's my little beach bum!

Three thousand miles and trouble still finds me, how about
that?

It's nice to see you, too.

Slow down, Bear Grylls!

Who's Pokey now?

I was talking to Gibbs.

You can always turn back.

Show me the way to go home.

I'm tired and I wanna go to bed.

Never mind. I'm good. I'm okay.

Who's there? I thought I heard singing.

You did. Bad singing.

You can go ahead and shoot, but I'll go down swinging.

Special Agent Gibbs. NCIS.

NCIS? What is this? Company picnic?

Yeah. You on your way out?

My truck is parked on the other side of the orchard there.

Name's Jane.

It looks like you caught some trout, Jane.

Yeah. Trout. Few crappie.

Worm?

My dad taught me to use canned corn.

So, I come up here every year to fish, and to quit smoking.

And every year, I'm only half successful.

You happen to see anybody else out here?

Maybe someone with nine fingers.

That's awfully specific. No. This have to do with that

parachute I saw a little ways back? Should I be worried?

Would you like an escort to your truck?

From you or them? Thanks. I'll take my chances. , and that,

uh, parachute is about two miles due south. Just right off the
trail there.

South? I thought you said east?

I got us close. I didn't hear anything from the Eagle Scout.

I don't know. Sounds like that scoreboard is back to goose

eggs.

I wanted to surprise you! I've only been in town for two weeks.
I was starting to get a little bored. So, I just thought this would
be like old times. You know, minus, hmm, the good beaches.
We had fun.

Had.

What is your deal? You're not still mad about Bodhi.

Please.

Look, I'm sorry that you got your heart broken, but I won, fair
and square.

Nothing with you is ever fair.

Do you wanna see a picture?

Wait, you keep one with you?

A girl can dream, right?

Put your phone away. Get to the point.

Or get out of my office.

My God.

If you two wanna talk in private, I can just come back.

That might be best, Ellie.

No just wait. Look, I have been Case Agent on this since the
beginning. I just wanna see it through.

And Jack, if our friendship interferes with that in any way, we

don't have to interact. Just pretend I didn't save your life in
Bora Bora.

What, you two went to Bora Bora to surf?

Nobody goes to Bora Bora to surf.

Okay. So then why does one go to Bora Bora?

The FBI gave you what we had.

I'm just asking that NCIS to do the same thing.

To be clear, I saved you first.

Those waves were sick, bruh.

Shut up. Just give her the file, give her the file.

Okay.

Thank you.

She would be fun on karaoke night. But I should probably

double-check everything she just told us, right?

With extreme prejudice.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Jane wasn't kidding. Good thing we followed her directions.

Could've sworn that parachute was near a clearing.

Just admit you were wrong.

I got to use the little boys' room.

Again? Hey, do you actually like hanging out with old 'raisin
bladder'?

That's a ram-air canopy. That's not easy.

Our jumper has experience and a head start.

NCIS putting up roadblocks? 'Cause I am getting no signal.

Little help over here!

What now? Does he want us to hold it for him?

Gibbs, I need your help!

Come on.

No! My leg.

Hey, you okay?

I slipped and fell, and I think it's broken, Gibbs.

This guy, our scorecard needs negative integers.

Or a few more zeroes. Because when I landed, I saw this in

the branches.

You got to be kidding me. The stolen money?

Our robber must've lost it during the jump. (panting) You, Zero.
Me, three hundred and fifty thousand.

That's good work, Phil.

I got it.

You always hike with duct tape?

Yeah. You don't?

Just leave me behind, Gibbs.

We're getting you back to the cabin.

That money is still in this forest, so is our robber. He's gonna

be looking for it and us. I'll just slow you down.

Come on. Get you up.

No, no, wait, wait, wait, wait.

What? What? Your leg?

No. The Fishlord three thousand. It was in my bag when I fell.

Ah, thank you.

Let's reeeeeel 'em in!

Spare no expense.
Give me that thing.

Yeah.

Give me this.

All right.

All right, all right. Okay. Let's go.

Boy.

What?

Anybody bring bourbon?

What? It's only because I feel sorry for you.

Here we go.

Slow down. .

Hey, Boss, just, uh, checking in again. Give us a call.

Tim, Gibbs is fine. Gibbs is Gibbs.

Anything on those road blocks?

Nothing. And nothing from San Diego either.

What's in San Diego?

'Bodhi.' That's the guy that Agent Sloane and Agent Monet
have been fighting over.

I emailed my buddy at Camp Pendleton.

Why?

To find out if Agent Monet has a type, man.

Maybe Bodhi is an agent.

Or just a surfer.

Or maybe both. Like, Keanu in Point Break.

You're getting warmer, Nick.

What? She told you the whole story?

Yup.

Are you gonna tell me?

Probably not. Uh, WITSEC just sent over their file on Franklin
Poe.

You and Sloane don't trust Agent Monet?

Or me, apparently.

We're gonna need to know where Poe might be headed,

other than South America.

Well, when someone enters witness protection, they have to

forfeit all property and holdings.

Including their passport.

International travel is strictly prohibited.

Not if you're traveling by wheel well.

Well, I doubt it was his first choice.

He didn't have any options.

When the FBI transferred Poe to his new home, he specifically

requested...

to drive, citing "fear of flying."

And parachuting is a big jump.

In many ways.

The guy had help.

On the ground or in the air?

Hey, I thought Izzy said that she was the Case Agent?

Yeah. She did.

But her name isn't mentioned anywhere in this file.

Show me the way to go home. I'm tired and I wanna go to bed.

I had a little drink about an hour ago.

"Little" is right. You had two drinks and you're drunk.

The Brookses are lightweights, historically speaking.

You sure I can't take another one of those bags, Gibbs?

Nah-ah, it balances the other dead weight and some God-

awful singing.
It's true. I am dead weight. All three of us are, really.

And here we go.

And divorced. Lonely. Old-er.

Speak for yourself.

Ah, the clarity is uncanny. All we have is each other.

It's okay, Gibbs. Let your feelings out.

Coyotes?

Sit down. Stay here, watch him.

Gibbs, I...

I'll be right back. Don't shoot yourself, Hemingway.

Not Hemingway. It's Brooks, Phil Brooks.

And here we have my favorite room on the tour.

Four walls and a mirror is all you ever needed to break

somebody, Jack. I miss watching you work.

Then today is your lucky day.

That's funny. Are you gonna grill me about our bet on Bodhi?

Wait. They bet on guys? That's weird, but possibly hot.

This isn't about old times, Izzy.

Please, have a seat.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

Then why don't you stop lying. You haven't been on this case
since the beginning. You were only assigned this morning
after NCIS got involved.

As usual, you're overanalyzing.

You came here to take advantage of our friendship.

Why? And how dare you guilt-trip me with Bora Bora.

I know your pressure points, too. Don't make me press.

Please press.

I was sent on damage control.

Okay.

Poe's robbery and escape look bad for the Bureau.

And?

And what you don't know, what nobody else knows is that a
former FBI agent might have helped him do it.

Who?

When Poe was put into witness protection, he ended up falling

for his FBI handler, Anna Jenlowe.

The real Case Agent.

Yeah. She eventually resigned and moved in with him.

It was unusual, but not illegal.

Until Poe disappeared.

That's the problem. The FBI can't find her either.

I'll be damned. This is the parachute that I saw from the ridge!
I am back on the board, baby.

Missing a finger.

Our escaped robber didn't survive the landing.

So who was in that other parachute?

Same person who did this.

Coyotes found him.

Coyotes didn't stab him.

Now who do we know with a big-ass knife.

Tobias? Dammit.

So, there was a second person in that wheel well.

Call Gibbs.

This mailbox is full.

No.

Phil! Phil!

Sorry, Gibbs. I didn't hear her in time. She was following us

and...I'm a little drunk.
The gun, toss it over.

No one else needs to die.

I didn't murder that camper. He came at me.

It was self-defense.

Okay. Come on in. Explain it.

We both told that lie. Stop, stop trying to close the distance!

You a cop?

I know there's no going back. Don't even think about it. Okay.
The only way now is forward. The money.

Let him go.

Money first.

Gibbs, don't do it.

First time I agree with Phil. If there's no going back, she'll just
shoot us all.

All right. Okay. A deal's a deal. But, damn, you should've

listened to your friends.

Well, ashes are cold.

Still no signal. You really think Gibbs found something out

there?

Gibbs is Gibbs.

All right, guys. I got to sit down.

I should have known better.

Coming out here was a giant mistake.

My leg is killing me.

Fornell. What happened?

A tree exploded in my face.

Would've been your chest exploding if I hadn't saved your life.

I take it there's more a camping injuries, huh?

Hey, Gibbs. We got two jumpers.

Yeah, met 'em both. Man's dead. Woman, she's gone.

Said her name was Jane.

Anna Jenlowe.

Her photo's been added to the BOLOs and roadblocks.

That's her. She's got a generous head start.

Get them both to the hospital.

Thank God.

No, no, no, no, I'm good.

Torres, give me your phone. Let's go.

Where are you going, Gibbs? She's long gone!

She's had a pilot's license for twenty years. And her father
was in the Air Force.

Amazing what you learn when the FBI's not holding back.

Anna Jenlowe practically grew up in an airplane.

Sneaking on that plane had to be her idea.

That could be how she plans to escape again.

Going back to the well?

So I'm running a

list of old aliases she used as an agent. Hmm?

Turns out, I was right, but this time, she is not sneaking.

She bought a ticket.

One of her FBI aliases

is booked on a flight to Miami.

Ronda Popovich.

Purchased an hour ago from a cafe near Dulles.

We got to stop that plane. I'm gonna call airport security.

Yeah. , better make it the FAA. That flight took off six minutes
ago. Hey, Nick.

Kasie.

Gibbs!

Can you track a signal?

Yeah, of course, I can! Sure. No problem!

Agent McGee, that flight's already on its way to Miami.

Which is why we need to know if Anna Jenlowe is onboard.

I thought the passenger name was Rhonda Popovich?

It's a fake ID. She bought a ticket, but I need to confirm she
actually made the flight.

That requires the airline manifest.

Yes! That's what I'm asking for!

Okay. You could ask nicely.

You know what, I'm done being nice.

We have a former FBI agent on the run and before it becomes

a hostage situation, or even worse, I need to know that she
actually made the damn plane. Now!

Right away, sir.

Put up the door camera.

McGee! McGee!

It appears to be Kasie Hines.

Do you think? Let her in!

Open up. McGee! Sorry about the banging! I'm still a

temporary employee. I don't have eyeball access.

What's wrong?

The ticket was just a diversion. Our woman is not on that

plane.

You got the manifest?

No, I just I talked to Gibbs. We just tracked Anna Jenlowe

going south on a highway outside Manassas.

Wait, what?

It's a little unusual.

All right. Just tell me on the way.

Yeah, okay.

Excuse me?

Be right there. Hey, what can I do for you?

Can I get fifty on pump seven, please, and a pack of reds.

Yeah, I don't mean to be rude, but you should re-think your

choices.

Yeah. I know, smoking's bad for my health.

Yes. And so am I.

Let go.

You know, hiding under airplanes, murder, interrupting the

boss's me time, those are all bad choices.

How the hell did you find me?

Spared no expense.

Yeah. I hear they added GPS and social media to that new
model.

Let's reel 'em in!

Now, the FBI takes over?

After we closed the case.

They get to control the story.

Agent McGee, you were right.

You'll have to be more specific.

I got used to that East Coast mentality.

I was doing my job.

Has lying to me ever worked, Izzy?

It was worth a try. Uh, I'm the new agent in town, I wanted to
score some points.

Right.

We got into a lot of trouble back in the day, Jack.

Yeah, we did.
We still could. And here's that photo of Bodhi you were asking
about, Nick.

I'll see you next week for that motorcycle tour.

What?

I don't know what she's talking about.

Wait, Bodhi is not a man?

So much better than a man.

Bodhi is a restored nineteen seventy-four Ford Bronco

convertible named after Patrick Swayze in Point Break.

Jack, uh, did you bet on a car?

You want the ultimate, Nick, you got to be willing to pay the
ultimate price.

So many questions. I have so many questions.

Save it. We have arrest reports to fill out, and I wanna get 'em
done before Gibbs gets back from his last two days' leave.

You gonna share or what?

Appreciate it, Cyclops.

Least I can do, Gimpy.

Thanks for the, uh, official invite, Gibbs.

This is special. Just three men realizing they need each other.

Why do you have to ruin everything?

Phil, why you got to say something stupid like that for.

Sorry, sorry. You're absolutely right.

Show me the way to go home...

I'm tired and I wanna go to bed...

I had a little drink about an hour ago...

And it went right to my head. Wherever we may roam.

On land or sea or foam, you'll always hear me singing this

song, show me the way to go home.
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