NCIS

Morning, Mr. Jintao.

We're prepped and ready for departure.

Careful, Paul.

You get ahead of yourself.

Of course, standing by for your final approval, as always.

I think you'll find everything up to Mr. Chen's standards.

I hope so.

Mr. Chen's en route.

We can't afford a delay.

There is one issue I should mention.

A revision to the crew list.

Uh, my copilot is out

with a case of food poisoning.

Bad salmon.

So you know.

I vetted the substitute myself.

Jenkins, yes. Then he's already cleared?

Mr. Chen signed off on him last night.

Wonderful.

Jenkins.

Looking forward to flying with you, Mr. Jintao.

Yeah, Leon.

Gibbs, Operation Willoughby is a go.

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You didn't tell me you were working with NSA.

It's a joint surveillance with NCIS.

They call it “suspicious chatter”"

Ah, you like that, huh?

Yes, because when I say that, you see me

like a sexy spy.

You're right.

I'm translating boring conversations.

My supervisor asked if there could be a double meaning

from an Afghan point of view.

But I can't think of any.

Actually, I can't think at all.

Is this about your office again?

It doesn't promote quality thought.

A good thinking spot is key.

I like the library.

How can your mind breathe with all those musty books

suffocating you? Ah.

Well, what would you suggest?

A place with much oxygen.

- The forest. - Qasim.

Hey, nice to see you, man.

Oh, they let you out of the annex building?

I have to get back.

Just wanted to walk Ellie to her desk.

Okay, well...

I'll pick you up here for dinner.

Okay. Bye.

Young love. Nothing like it.

Hey, would you guys ever go to the woods to think?

No, I do my best thinking when I'm sleeping.

Mine is in the bathroom.

Everything is simple in the bathroom.

McGee, what about you?

McGee.

Huh?

What are you reading, man?

Uh, nothing.

Not convincing.

Nothing?

McGee. Willoughby.

Read them in.

Thank God. Interrogation, let's talk.

What's Willoughby?

Operation Willoughby has been prepping for months.

Our target is Kai Chen.

This is the last photo we have of him,

it was taken 15 years ago.

Wealthy businessman suspected of

committing acts of terror

to manipulate the stock market.

Rumor was that he sent a suicide bomber

into a Belgian bank. Played the dip in the market.

And the attempted attack on the USS Mulligan?

Chen funded that as well.

He was, uh, hoping to cash in

on the surge in oil prices.

So the task force got together

to take him down. Slam dunk.

Chen is beyond careful.

We don't have any concrete evidence

connecting him to any of this.

Okay, Operation Willoughby is about collecting proof?

Opportunity came last night.

Reeves learned that Chen was prepping to fly

into the D.C. area.

We helped the regular copilot

get food poisoning, and Reeves stepped in.

Officer Moreau, can you hear me?

Yes, I'm here.

Do we have the rest of the task force?

We have everyone except MI6.

They'll get here when they can. Sitrep.

Reeves and Jintao have entered the plane,

along with the pilot.

Signal is confirming

Reeves has placed the device in the cockpit.

We're remotely scanning to ensure

it's prepped for activation.

How far out is Chen?

- Ten minutes away, sir. - Once the plane is airborne

and Chen connects his laptop to the plane's Wi-Fi,

Reeves will activate

an S14 proximity device.

So this device remotely copies data from Chen's computer

and immediately sends it to us.

We get the proof we need, and we take him down.

I don't understand, what's the catch here?

I mean, when NCIS came to FLETC to get recruits,

they said it was something like a suicide mission.

Chen's digital security is-is beyond top-notch.

Once we begin the download,

Chen will be alerted.

Reeves will be stuck on a plane

with a bunch of guys who want to kill him.

Chen is four minutes out, Sir. The device?

Signal is functioning properly.

We're ready for activation.

We got movement.

What is going on? Is that Jintao?

He's exiting the plane.

I don't like this.

What's the directive?

This could be routine. Stand by.

Jintao's entering his vehicle, sir.

Chen's car is exiting the highway. Damn it, he knows.

Call the tower, tell them to give Reeves the abort code.

- Yes, sir. - Get him out of there.

Tower, dispatch code Lima...

Get him out of there now!

Look, I will get the Secretary of the Navy

on the phone if I have to.

No, I-I don't care what your source says,

it's a matter of national security...

Yes, you do that.

Press? Yeah.

Got them all confirming mechanical failure

with no survivors.

Last thing we need is Chen

seeing some report that Reeves is still alive.

Have you heard from Reeves? Yeah,

he actually sounded pretty good.

Gibbs is with him at the hospital.

Pilot's in surgery. How about the scene?

It was a mess.

Torres and Quinn are getting the debris

to Abby and the NTSB.

I interviewed every witness I could find.

Best I could get on Jintao

was that he was last seen heading south,

away from the airport.

All right, well, I got a BOLO out on him and his black SUV.

Do we still have eyes on Chen? No.

He drove underground, switched cars

and the satellite lost him.

McGee, what was this?

The explosion, I mean.

Was someone trying to take Chen down,

or was Chen trying to take us down?

The timing was too perfect.

I mean, somebody had to tip Chen off about Willoughby.

This was all him.

What?

Sources are now confirming

that the two men injured

in this morning's plane explosion,

are, in fact, alive

although one of them remains in critical condition.

You kidding me? They ran the story anyway.

Chen knows that you're alive

and you could be a target, Reeves.

You need to lay low.

Yeah, I'd rather not.

If you've got a shirt I could borrow,

that'd be lovely.

The doc released you?

I released me.

Just a few bumps.

I've been hurt worse falling out of bed.

What happened out there?

I'm telling you,

all the important bits are in working order.

I'm completely fine.

What happened?

I saw Jintao leaving.

I knew something was wrong.

I didn't know what I'd be walking into,

going down the stairs after him.

So I jumped out the exit window

on the other side of the plane.

The pilot, Miller-- he followed me.

You need to lay low.

Gibbs.

Before he left, I heard Jintao on the phone.

He was speaking Chinese.

He said Chen's planning another attack.