NCIS

I've got that marketing meeting at 1:30. You got to make this quick.

Not too quick.

You think Anderson's secretary saw us leaving together?

We were going to lunch.

She's been looking at me funny the last couple weeks.

She knows my husband.

What the hell is that?

Thought you'd like it.

Your sailor's real nervous.

Tried to talk to him, but he's not making a lot of sense.

- You get his name? - No. Shut down.

Threatened to jump if we didn't back off.

Hose jockeys want to set an airbag.

That height?

I don't think it's going to make much of a difference.

I don't think Gibbs knows.

Not going to hear it from me.

Not going to hear what from you?

Abby may have gotten a job offer.

- Big bucks. - Allegedly.

Private sector.

Still just a rumor, Tony.

Not anymore, probie-san. Someone from Human Resources

told a friend of a friend that Abby had cocktails last night

at the Ritz-Carlton with a corporate headhunter.

And this friend told you?

Not exactly. I overheard it in the elevator.

Very reliable source.

Abby was probably on a date.

Abby on a date at the Ritz-Carlton?

Strictly business time, Ziva.

They say which business?

Well, the elevator reached my floor, I had to get off.

Oh, that's a long way up.

Long way down.

Okay, so what you want to do is gain his confidence here, boss.

He's been out there for a while. He's obviously having second thoughts.

Stay.

Get away from me.

Just want to talk.

No!

Make it easier if I knew your name.

- Where you stationed? - I said leave me alone!

Boss, you know, we could snap a picture of him with a cell,

e-mail it to Abby, get her to run it through photo-recognition.

If he went to the Academy, we get a quick ID.

Do it.

Me?

It's your idea, McGee.

Right.

Boss?

I'm not very good with heights.

Point. Point and click.

Don't come any closer!

- What are you doing? - Wouldn't give me your name.

Want to know who you are.

Yeah.

Great view of the Washington Monument from up here.

- Abigail? - What's up, Doc?

Had a report for Jethro, but I...

Is that what I think it is?

If you're thinking it's a firearm, the answer is yes.

I thought you might have seen him.

He appears to be in his late 20s, although,

from my vantage point, that is very difficult to confirm.

McGee, he's got a gun.

Boss, he's got a gun.

Yeah, yeah.

I know that, McGee. I see that.

I'm running the image against the last ten Academy classes.

What could make a young man so desperate?

I got it, McGee.

Boss, his name is Lieutenant Michael Arnett.

Stationed at the Pentagon.

Academy class of '01.

He's a linguist, translator.

Married, no kids.

So, Michael?

You mind if I call you Michael?

You can't help.

I can try.

Don't.

I do not have a shot.

I'll hit Gibbs, too.

Lean back, boss.

Just ease back.

Damn you, Gibbs!

You take too many chances.

All right, boss, his wife

works at a travel agency on K Street.

Name's Dana.

She's at lunch.

Her boss has no idea where she went.

Trying to get a hold of your wife. You want to talk to her?

No!

She left me.

Yeah. I've been there.

That's tough.

It's not worth your life.

It's more complicated than that.

Tell me.

It's too late.

He's got a sister.

Her name's Rachel.

You want to talk to Rachel?

How old is she?

17.

17?

What does that make her... a senior in high school?

You want Rachel to remember this from her senior year?

I don't want to make that call, Mike.

Why don't we start with the gun, huh?

I really messed up.

I should have told someone.

You tell me.

I'll help you.

You can trust me.

Put it down.

I'll help you.

Take it really easy.

Slug is flattened.

Not much for Abby to work with.

She had success with less.

Shot definitely came from the building across from the hotel.

Door to the rooftop was picked.

No shell casings, no prints, nothing.

Several people in the building heard the shot.

Witnesses on the street saw the flash.

Guy's going to kill himself. When he doesn't, someone does it for him.

Why?

Arnett's apartment.

Color back now that you're on terra firma there, probalicious?

- Hey, I would have done it... - Only...

you didn't.

I think he's more afraid of heights than you are.

Please. I rock-climbed.

Yeah. 20 feet,

with a harness, to impress a girl.

Well, it worked.

Having an eyewitness like you makes

my job a lot easier.

Nevertheless, I will get you autopsy results post-haste.

Thanks, Duck.

There's absolutely no evidence a woman lived here.

Manager said she moved out a week ago.

Gibbs was right.

In a divorce, the guy gets screwed.

She left him diddly-squat.

Maybe she had a good reason to leave him.

Poor guy's sleeping on a blow-up bed.

Good marriage needs good communication.

Here's another reason he'd want to end it all:

Rejuvinator.

Arnett was losing his hair.

Maybe he didn't talk to her anymore.

He was younger than I am.

Or didn't listen.

She did leave him something.

A sad commentary on the state of matrimony?

No. A pink toothbrush.

I'm fast, but I'm not that fast.

Something still bothering you?

Yeah.

We're investigating a homicide and a suicide.

Was the reason the lieutenant was out on the ledge

the same reason that he was shot?

I guess you wouldn't know that yet, would you?

He was coming in.

Wanted to tell me something.

Confucius say:

"Life's many pleasures await you."

What yours say?

"As you approach life's crossroads, look both ways."

I'm sure it's meaningful.

Just think about it and search your inner self.

"Lisa Nerlman, Hypnotherapist."

- What is this for? - She does wonders with phobias.

Tony, who else did you tell?

I told you it was a very sensitive subject, Abby.

Your turn.

I refuse to make decisions based on stupid

sayings stuffed inside stale cookies.

"Welcome an invitation that change your financial future. "

Got to go.

That was incredible.

It was fate that Abby opened that cookie.

She's good. She didn't blink an eye.

That's why I don't play poker with her.

No tell.

He was sleeping on an air mattress, boss.

The wife?

Staying at Lafayette Court Hotel. She's coming in at 5:00.

Wants to talk to Arnett's parents first.

Would have bet we'd find a suicide note. No luck.

That'd be too easy.

I took his computer down to Abby.

Maybe she will get lucky.

He's a second-generation American.

Grandparents emigrated from Syria.

His fluency in Arabic led to his advancement