NCIS

Amanda went all out.

Help yourself.

Can I top you off?

Ask me again when you turn 21.

Hey, hey, I'm not drinking, I'm just serving.

- Not anymore. - Uh, actually,

Virginia law states that persons 18 years of age

or older are permitted to serve alcohol.

Oh, really?

Yeah, look, I brought a copy of the statute.

You know, Nathan, you'd have a lot more friends

if you didn't do things like this.

Okay, everybody, get in your places, here he comes.

Oh, come on, guys, he's here.

Surprise!

Welcome home! Hi, Tommy!

Son.

No, Tommy.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Uh-oh, did I miss someone's birthday?

No, this is for Tony.

Huh, what's the occasion?

Well, it has not been the best of weeks for him,

so I thought he could use some cheering up.

Yeah, I noticed.

I actually got him something, too.

It's not much, but hopefully

it'll take his mind off things.

I just can't stand all the moping.

I have not been moping.

Been a little dejected, apathetic perhaps.

That's actually the definition of the word "moping."

Is it really?

Well, let's just see what the dictionary app has to say.

Oh, you're right.

What is going on with me?

My memory is like a...

it's that damn concussion.

Huh.

Then I guess you won't be needing this.

Or this.

What are "thises"?

Gifts to cheer you up.

Well, I have been feeling

a little mopey.

Thank you.

Very sweet of you.

Oh.

Two tickets to female mud wrestling.

Thanks.

Uh, I'll have to put a pin in that.

And Original Recipe Probie.

Very sweet,

very nice.

Two more tickets to female mud wrestling.

How old do you guys think I am?

Physically or mentally?

What, is this a, a gag gift?

You guys planned this together?

DiNozzo, I got a gift for you.

Dead body?

Yep.

Grab our gear?

- Yep. - Thank you, boss.

A gift I can use.

Only thing I need to do right now is keep working.

See, this is what I need-- work-- keep me busy.

Good, I think we can still get refunds.

Never said I didn't want them.

Private First Class Thomas Hill

just returned from deployment

in Afghanistan the prior week.

The party was to welcome him home.

Nice welcome.

Yeah, apparently he was

also going to be the grand marshal

at something called

the homecoming parade?

They don't have homecoming in Israel?

They wouldn't.

Homecoming is a distinctively American tradition.

Actually it began...

In 1911 at the University of Missouri

under Athletic Director Chester Brewer.

Yes, however, it is interesting to note...

That that year is a matter of some contention.

In fact...

I'm sorry, Doctor, I interrupted you.

Please continue.

Can we continue working?

Good idea.

Come on.

I remember my last homecoming.

The parade, the game,

stringing Stinky John up the flagpole by his underwear.

Good times.

Says the man too mature for female mud wrestling.

Time of death

is a matter of record, and we have a preliminary cause.

He's stabbed to death, Duck?

Yes, there are multiple sharp force traumas.

And there's more blood outside.

Still have to check the area to find out where it leads.

So far, no witnesses.

Take Ziva with you.

So,

what exactly is homecoming and why

does underwear play such an important role?

It doesn't, at least as long

as Tony's not involved.

Homecoming in a small town like this

is usually a pretty big deal.

Then, if Private Hill was going

to be this grand marshal...

Then he was a pretty big deal, too.

I hope the murder wasn't too far.

I hate spread-out crime scenes.

Then I think you're in luck.

Is that a cell phone?

No, wait, ho... hold on!

- Hey! - Hold... no, no!

Wait! No, hold on, hold on!

Stop, stop!

Stop, stop it, stop!

Ugh, stinky.

We'll never find that cell phone.

Oh!

How many more are there?

Another 30 or so.

Next time why don't you just shoot the driver?

Next time I will.

Here, put these on.

Oh, excellent.

Thanks.

I hate face masks.

They make me claustrophobic.

Well, so will the iron lung you're going to call home

when you get silicosis from all the silica dust.

Wait, aren't you going to stay and help?

Ah, that is so sweet of you to ask,

but my job is to process the evidence,

not to find it.

I would never want to take that away from you.

Okay, let's hear it.

As you were.

Private First Class Thomas Hill--

Tommy Toms to his friends.

He was abandoned by his drug-addicted mother as a kid,

spent the rest of his childhood

in the foster care system. Eventually

he ended up getting adopted by a military family.

Found the cell phone.

I'll alert ZNN.

Guy's record was impeccable, boss.

Not one person had anything bad to say about him,

including his fellow marines.

Neighbors. Superiors.

Everybody loved this guy.

He's dead, DiNozzo.

Not everybody.

It's my fault Tommy is dead.

Please stop saying that, Lindsey.

I was supposed to meet him after his shift, like, a block away.

It was my job to bring him to his party, but...

he never showed up.

Whoever did this... is going to pay.

It's not your fault.

But if I was there, maybe I could have done something.

Yeah, or maybe your parents would be sitting here alone.

I wish they were my parents.

Lindsey came to us two years ago, two

blessed years.

We're not her parents,

no, but we are her family.

Just tell us what you need to know

to find the son of a bitch who killed Tommy.

I hear he was a good kid.

Everybody feel that way?

Never met one who didn't.

He was the star quarterback.

Everybody liked him.

Couldn't help it.

Never in trouble a day in his life.

How about you?

Not nearly as well liked.

Sue me.

Most trouble I've ever been in was

almost losing our house last year,

like the rest of the world.

I did notice something unusual.

Go on.

It was

a few days after he came home from deployment.

He... something was bothering him.

He said it was nothing, but I...

I knew he was lying.

He was

a good kid, Agent Gibbs.

Amazing, remarkable,

totally unbelievable.