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Well, Allison, the most valuable asset
in America's Navy today is personnel.
Smart, dedicated, young people
just like yourself.
The best our country has to offer.
Here, take these home
and read them over with your parents.
You got a big decision to make.
Okay, thanks.
Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there.
Whoa!
So...
- where is she? - Who?
Tony, Ziva's been gone since Thursday.
Oh, this... Ziva.
Gosh, I hadn't noticed.
You are lying.
Magoo, I have better things to do than to obsess
over the whereabouts of our little Miss Fancypants Ziva.
Yeah? Like what?
Well, for instance,
there's lunch. Today I'm thinking falafel.
Tony...
All right, she spent the weekend with him.
Him who?
The Sire of South Beach,
the King of Key West, the man with the... Mr....
I'm running out of things to call him.
She won't even tell us his name.
Morning.
Gorgeous day.
It's 27 degrees out.
Who are you?
My name is, uh, is Magnus.
I'm meeting with Dr. Mallard.
Oh, okay.
Is Ducky in the pond yet, McGee?
I haven't seen him.
You're welcome to wait here, though, if you'd like.
Uh, if you don't mind, I...
I'd like to-to wait in... in Autopsy.
You sure?
Smells funny.
Well, that's... that's a matter of opinion.
It's a matter of dead bodies. Stinky.
Your escort will be happy to take you there,
Mr. Magnus.
Uh, Doctor, and... I-I think I know the way.
All right.
Friend of yours, Tim?
He says he knows Ducky.
Looks familiar.
Come on! Grab your gear!
Don't want to miss the school bus.
Class trip, boss?
Got a dead petty officer in a high school stairwell.
Janitor found him this morning.
Whew! Heck of a fall.
Guess nobody heard him.
In high school, no one can hear you scream.
Of course, it wasn't high school, was it?
It was space; Alien, 1979.
Ridley Scott and that Sigourney Weaver.
Tall drink of water, but you...
Shutting up, boss.
Nose is broken, jaw looks shattered, too.
Got an I.D.?
"Petty Officer First Class Simon Craig, 27."
Did two tours overseas, then requested a transfer back to the States.
Been working out of the Naval Recruiting Station
in Alexandria ever since.
Musty stench of high school stairwells.
Copped my first feel in a stairwell very much like this.
Alice Kratzenstein.
Hey, DiNozzo.
Anyway, I.D. and cards are gone.
No cash. Robbery.
Gone bad, maybe.
Navy ring's still on his finger. His watch, too.
Check with the school for kids with discipline problems.
Find out who he reported to.
Ducky will give us a time of death.
Where is Ducky?
Dr. Mallard is... is right behind me.
At least he was.
Why do people always get killed
in the least accessible places?
I once found a ship's cook all chopped up
an-and left in a... in a deep fryer.
The sailors nibbled on him and the... and the calamari
for days.
Could someone please help me down the steps?
My... my knees aren't what they used to be.
Magnus, right?
Right. And you're, uh...
you're Gibbs. I-I-I remember you.
Yeah. Yeah, I remember you, too.
Doc, you can take a look, but you can't stay here.
It's a crime scene.
Oh, sure I can.
No, you can't.
Well, I'm, I'm not gonna bother you.
I'm not gonna touch the... the merchandise.
I'm just here as a... as an observer today.
I hope so. You're retired, Doc.
I'm sorry. Retired from what?
NCIS.
Tony, meet former medical examiner
and my esteemed predecessor Dr. Walter Magnus.
Ma-Magnus is my guest.
Bringing guests to crime scenes now are you, Duck?
Only ones that used to be me.
Oh, the clock's ticking, Gibbs.
You-you really should get this man into autopsy...
be-before we all die of... of old age.
Very nice to see you again, Doc.
Recognize that light box?
I think it might be older than you are.
Nothing's older than I am.
You know, Walter, when you called
to say that you were coming
to visit at such short notice,
I was a bit surprised.
Well, there's no-no time like the present.
Retirement does have some advantages.
It's not how you felt when you left.
I-I knew I'd left the department in-in good hands.
You-you've done a fantastic job, Donald.
Thank you, Doctor.
Rest assured it hasn't been
without its challenges.
Tell me, are you still living
with your lovely wife in South Carolina?
Sweet Elizabeth passed...
almost a decade now.
I'm sorry.
No, no, no, don't be.
We had 47 years of happiness.
A man... a man can't ask for more than that.
And your daughter?
Since her mother died, we, um...
Jenny and I, we-we don't talk much.
She has her own family now.
People grow apart.
Life goes on.
Well,
you'll always be welcome here.
It's, it's good being back, Donald.
Petty Officer First Class Simon Craig.
He's a local kid out of Chesapeake City, Maryland.
He single?
Never married.
His parents died in a car accident
when he was a kid.
He was raised by his older sister Nina.
Nina runs the family crabbing business.
Mmm, crabs! Get a loaf
of bread and a pitcher of beer.
Glad to see you haven't lost your appetite, DiNozzo.
Sister's on her way now.
Recruiting station?
I spoke to his boss, Chief Petty Officer Jerome Carr.
The Alexandria office is anxious to cooperate.
Check for rejected applicants.
Rejects R us, boss.
Gibbs...
I need a moment.
How are you holding up Leon?
How do you think.
I'm on a strict diet of paperwork and painkillers.
Glad to have you back.
Glad to be back.
Considering the alternative.
Where are we on that recruiter case?
We're just getting started.
Ah, it's a hell of a lot of catching up to do, Gibbs.
Did you sign anything, did you read anything in my absence?
No.
It comes with the job.
Better you than me.
No doubt I'm appreciative,
but since I got hurt, we've been on SECNAV's radar,
and I want to prove
that recent events haven't influenced things around here.
It's gonna take you a while to get on track, Leon.
You're lucky to be alive.
You don't think I know that?
No, I do think you know it.
I think you also feel responsible.
Things needed to be dealt with.
All right, then, suck it up, move on.
Get back to work, Agent Gibbs.
You, too, Director... Vance.
I informed the district office in Richmond
of Petty Officer Craig's death.
This is a tremendous loss to the Navy.
He was a good man.
How's the recruiting business been, Carr?
We're up about five percent from last year.
Not everybody makes Uncle Sam's cut, huh?
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