NCIS

Victory!

I got to stop.

Great idea!

Oh, I'm sorry. Did we get you?

Gee, you think?

Oh, here. Here you go.

Hey!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Here, touch me... You'll make it even.

No, thank you.

I... that didn't come out right.

Woman: What a jerk!

All right, all right! Let go! Man, sober up.

Dude, you okay?

I'll drop you off back at base, man.

No, no, no, I'm just going to walk.

Shake the stink off.

Child-like voice: Play with me.

Please... play with me.

Play with me.

Please...

Play with me.

Play with me.

Please... play with me.

Play with me.

Please... play with me.

Ziva (Laughing): Yes, they came in this morning.

In fact, I'm wearing them right now.

Oh, yes.

They feel really, really good when I move.

I have to get to work.

Yeah, I'm going to have to call you back.

Yeah, I, uh...

I miss you too, Ray.

Yeah. Okay, bye.

I do. And I do not care who knows.

Well, sounds like you're getting pretty serious.

I am happy. Ray is happy.

We are meeting in New York, next weekend.

He's taking me to the opera.

The opera? Wow.

Does his boyfriend know about you?

No, but his mom does.

You've met the 'rents?

When are we going to get to meet him?

All in good time, McGee.

And how is your... special new someone?

I don't have a special anything.

And it's none of your business.

Huh! Well, someone's keeping secrets.

That's pretty classic,

coming from the woman who's kept her...

"Boyfriend" hidden from us for months.

I'm not hiding anything.

Ray knows all about you.

Again, why haven't we met him?

Because Ray knows all about you.

I'm not the one you should be worried about, right?

I've seen men of steel melt from a mere glance

from Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

That flinty, steel-eyed stare

that makes those men turn into sniveling little girls.

: Ooh! It's just...

Morning, boss.

Grab your gear.

Got a dead naval officer in Virginia.

Gibbs: Hey, Duck.

Think we could get a better look at this?

Ducky: He's wrapped up tighter than a Thanksgiving turkey.

His ankles are bound. That's odd.

Well, we'll move as fast as we can.

Tony: Might want to move a little faster.

Looks like the locals want to get back to work.

Well, they probably didn't expect him

to be part of their spring crop.

Although human remains would make a...

Excellent fertilizer.

Oh, that is stinky.

Ooh, yeah. Just a little.

Jimmy: Yeah, throat's cut.

Ducky: And a deep cut at that.

Had a pet gerbil when I was a kid.

I, uh, buried him

in my mother's vegetable garden after he died.

And that year, her plum tomatoes were better than ever.

I used to think of him every time I bit into one, and...

'Cause he-he was talking about the, uh, fertilizer...

So, uh... you're right. I'm sorry, sorry.

Skin is dehydrated.

Decomposition has set in.

How long ago? Uh, my guess...

Four to five days.

He's extremely clean.

There's no defensive wounds.

No obvious signs of a struggle.

No blood pooling.

I'd say he was killed somewhere else

and left here.

Gibbs, the farm's owner says

he has only seen his employees

around this area the past week.

Tony: Hmm. That's about half a mile from the road.

No street lamps.

Easy to come and go without being seen.

Police report someone found a wallet and a watch

in a dumpster near town.

No one claimed it. Gibbs: You get an I.D.?

Uh, it was empty except for about 50 bucks.

Tony: Whoever killed the captain wasn't after his cash.

Uh, this is not a captain.

Seaman Derek Balfour.

Whoever killed him could have played dress-up.

Something is in his lapel here, doctor.

Ducky: It's a metro card.

Based on the date stamp,

purchased after his time of death.

Jethro, take a look at this.

This young man's gaze has been altered, postmortem.

Yeah, someone physically adjusted his eyeballs.

Combine where they're looking now,

with the metro card and, uh...

What is he looking toward?

Tony: D.C.

It's a message.

Tony: Seaman Derek Balfour, 22.

Enlisted three years ago, stationed at Norfolk.

Scheduled to ship out next week for a second tour

to the Middle East. Service record?

C.O. says he's likeable, but a bit of a loose cannon.

Not captain material, boss.

He was dedicated, though.

"Seaman Balfour lacks the skills necessary for promotion,

"yet has great devotion to the Navy.

He works harder than anyone else."

And played even harder.

Written up for a drunk-and-disorderly,

six months ago... mandatory alcohol counseling.

McGee: Passed with flying colors.

Not a blemish on his record since.

Did he have a family? Tony: Mom's in Rhode Island.

They've been estranged for years.

Dad was never in the picture. No siblings.

Left home when he was 15;

thank you. Supported himself with odd jobs

until he joined the Navy. A friend of seaman Balfour's says

they were at a D.C. club together last Thursday night.

They had several beers,

and left separately around 1:00 A.M.

Okay, phone records, e-mails, financials. McGee: On it.

I thought you were in Miami. I lied.

I was in the parking lot.

Ziva: You have been very creepy today.

"Sneaky."

And yes, I have.

But for a very good cause.

Introductions, Ziva?

Um, uh, right.

Of course. Uh, Ray Cruz...

This is everyone.

Special agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Pleasure, sir.

Agent Timothy McGee.

Hi. Ray: How are you?

Tony DiNozzo.

Special agent Anthony DiNozzo. It's a pleasure.

Special agent. Heard good things.

Yeah. Likewise.

Friend of Ziva's is a friend of ours.

Of course, the last time she had an out-of-town visitor,

our director ended up in the hospital.

Well, I come in peace.

Promise.

And despite the injuries your director sustained,

the agency thinks that

you navigated that situation very well.

You CIA?

Just celebrated my 13th year, sir. Tony: That's funny.

Ziva failed to mention your line of work.

Well, that's what I do. It's-it's not who I am.

That's a very zen, new-agey kind of attitude

for someone who installs puppet regimes for a living.

Okay. Uh, Gibbs, can I give Ray a tour?

Yeah, sure. Don't lose him.

It's been a pleasure meeting all of you.

Huh. So it's not "Renaissance Ray."

It's "CIA Ray."

He's "CI-Ray."

You really should get that checked out.

It's like a bad tick or something.

There's something about this guy, boss.

His smile is disturbing.

Haven't seen a smile like that

since Christian Bale's barely audible Batman

in The Dark Knight. DiNozzo.

Right. Back to work.

: "It's what I do, not who I am."

What's...?

It's just so weird.

So many naval decorations for the "low man on the totem pole."

Sorry. No offense.