NCIS

I thought I was alone out in the woods

until I heard a branch crack behind me.

And that's when I saw him.

Two beady eyes staring at me from the darkness.

Then a dozen more.

And that's when I realized, I wasn't just up against one.

I was facing a whole gaze of raccoons.

Have you seen my peanut butter cups?

You know, the thing

with raccoons is, you got to think like 'em.

I know they were here.

I've eaten two peanut butter cups every day

for the past two years.

It's the only thing that keeps me sane in this place.

- Hey! - Yeah, other than you, Marge.

I mean, we're Rangers.

We should be doing some search and rescue,

solving a crime...

or two.

Are you doing what I think you're doing?

Peanut butter and chocolate. I knew it!

Stink's all over you, Marge.

Get back to your desk.

Hello? Hello?

Is anybody there? Can you hear me?

Caller, this is Grover's Bluff Ranger Station.

Go ahead with your transmission.

Oh, thank God. I was in a plane crash.

Sorry, ma'am. Did you say a plane crash?

Yes. Flight Tango 371.

My name is Lieutenant Rebecca Lee, U.S. Navy.

And I'm the only survivor.

You think it's those kids again?

Got tired of calling in yeti sightings?

This isn't a prank, Marge.

Flight Tango 371 did go missing.

Then why didn't the National Park Service send out an alert?

Because that plane disappeared six months ago.

Third time you've made that sound.

Mm-hmm.

- Need me to call Jimmy? - No.

No. Uh, my arm is just a little stiff.

Mm. Yeah. Mine, too.

Except I got shot, so, what's your excuse?

Baseball. Interagency game against the FBI was last night.

Baseball?

Is that a new hobby?

Well, it's America's pastime.

How'd it go?

Uh, good, good. It was a tight game.

- Pretty good. Yeah. - I heard the Nats

- pulled it out in the ninth. - Different league.

McGee played in the NCIS-FBI game last night.

Ooh. Right.

Those, uh, get pretty competitive.

Yeah, more than you would think.

- Who else was there? - Uh, Nick, actually.

NCIS was short a few players, so we, uh... we filled in

at the last minute. Ooh. Oh.

How'd Torres do?

Good morning, champs.

Well, that answers that.

Sounds like you had a good game, Nick.

I did okay.

This guy, he made a double play and hit the walk-off home run.

Like, and what, you haven't played, uh,

baseball since high school?

Oh, it's a team effort.

Spoken like someone who's naturally

good at everything, without even trying.

You know, your-your words say compliment,

but your tone says something else.

Oh, you remember that time we took you to karaoke,

and you sang "Jailhouse Rock."

- Uh-huh. - They named a cocktail

- after you. - Yeah, it was a mocktail,

and, uh, it was delicioso.

You two signing up to play next week?

Yup. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I need to, uh, sharpen my skills.

It's just, you know, I know

where I left a few runs out there.

Plus, I'm working on a spreadsheet for optimal

batting order based on the, uh,

on-base percentages for the team.

Gonna do the old Moneyball thing, you know?

Speaking of inside baseball, we've been requested

at the NTSB warehouse in Arlington.

The department of trains, planes and automobiles?

Why do they want NCIS?

Well, let's you and I go find out, Babe.

- Parker. - Easy. Easy, Great Bambino.

Let's go.

Everyone makes that assumption,

but the NTSB doesn't handle automobiles.

That's a common misconception. We mainly focus

on rail, marine and, of course, aviation incidents.

And this is all you got left of Flight Tango 371?

Well, so far. We've been at it a few days,

but there are more pieces coming in.

Humanitarian mission to Haiti, delivering vaccines.

Flight dropped off the radar on its way home.

We assumed it got lost somewhere in the Atlantic.

But it turned up in the Appalachian Mountains.

About 200 miles off course.

- How many people on board? - Five.

Two pilots, two medical professionals,

and one very lucky Navy lieutenant.

Lieutenant Rebecca Lee.

Wow.

She not only survived the crash.

Spent six months alone

- in the wild. - I've never seen anything like it.

Of course, I mainly deal in bodies, or pieces of bodies.

Or one time, there was this...

Okay, yeah. No. No, we got it.

- We got it. - NCIS doesn't typically

respond to civilian aviation accidents.

Even if Navy personnel are involved...

Oh, this definitely wasn't an accident.

Grant Lancaster, in-house counsel for Global Wings Relief.

Glad to meet you both.

I mean, under...

the tragic circumstances, of course.

I'm guessing Global Wings Relief is the charter company

responsible for this plane?

For the plane, yes. For the crash, mm, not so much.

A lawyer from the company isn't exactly an objective observer

when it comes to liability.

Hmm. I'm sure your investigation will prove me right.

Wait. Hold on.

- You want us to investigate your plane crash? - Yes.

And we will cooperate fully.

- Said no attorney to law enforcement ever. - Oh.

Uh, play them the black box.

Mm.

We just recovered it this morning.

Something's coming in hot on the radar.

- Do you see that, Jim? - Affirmative.

Moving too fast to be a bird.

Then what the hell could it...?

Mayday, Mayday. Center, do you copy?

This is Flight Tango 371.

We have lost power, and we are attempting an emergency...

- Any idea what hit the plane? - I can tell you

it wasn't a bird.

Are you saying this plane

was shot down over U.S. soil?

That's what NCIS is going to figure out.

Flight Tango 371

was a couple hundred miles off course

when it was allegedly shot down by some kind of missile.

Plane is owned and operated by Global Wings Relief.

An NGO that specializes

in bringing humanitarian aid to hot zones.

It was on its way back from a joint

Navy-civilian mission in Haiti.

Interim Director has made solving this case a priority.

Well, there are several anti-government groups in Haiti

with the resources to launch this kind of attack.

Mm, except it happened here at home.

It could be local extremists

who don't like American resources going

- into foreign countries. - Yeah.

But these groups tend to take credit for their attack.

Our plane went down six months ago,

and it's been radio silence.

So maybe it wasn't a political attack.

Maybe it was personal.

Maybe one of the passengers was the target.

- Final remains are being sent to Jimmy now. - Leaving us

with Lieutenant Lee, our sole survivor.

Navy public affairs officer.

She was in Haiti documenting the Navy's involvement

in delivering vaccines.

According to her unit commander, she was never

supposed to be on that flight, but one seat opened up

- at the last minute. - You see?

That's why I never change plane reservations.

Alone in the woods for six months.

- How is that even possible? - Looks like

we're about to find out. Lieutenant Lee's been cleared

by medical and ready to talk.

Lieutenant Lee.

I'm sorry about the racket.

Um, you want some chocolates or cheeses?

I-I... I can't stomach any of it.

Uh, no, no. Thank you. We're good.

Hello? No.

She's not interested. Please stop calling.

Reporter from the Post again.

Oh, this is Michael Bell, my field producer.

He was in Haiti with me.

We are just so happy to have her back.

I mean, she's a freaking miracle.

We've been in war zones, but what Rebecca did...

I'll get it.

What...?

That's better.

So, you have some questions for me?

If you don't mind.