NCIS

Thought you were making him a Christmas cake.

Well, who says Christmas can't be patriotic?

Besides, they were all out of green... hey!

Is that a clean shirt?

Clean enough.

The man's flying over 6,000 miles to be home

for the holidays, Tommy.

I think we can do better than "clean enough."

Ho, ho, ho!

Hello? Oh, my God. (chuckles)

Dad?

There's my big man.

You're early.

You complaining? No.

Mom made all your favorites, Dad.

She made you a meatloaf and some mashed potatoes

and a weird Christmas cake and... And your kid sister. Where's Emma?

Oh, that sweet baby wanted to wait up for her daddy so bad,

but she had to come home from school with a low fever.

Oh, poor peanut.

Let me see that kid. Aw. (chuckles)

Okay, help me get supper on the table. Okay.

Hi, honey.

It's Daddy.

Damn.

How low was that fever, babe?

It was... less than 100 about an hour ago.

Oh, my God.

She's burning up.

Emma, kid, hey, wake up.

Daddy's home.

She's barely breathing.

Emma? Emma?

Call 911. Emma.

Please, baby, breathe.

Emma!

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Christmas in Jamaica. Nice.

Nice? : No, mon.

After the year I've had, a little sun, sand

and sipping cold comfort from a coconut

is gonna be spectacular.

Though not terribly Christmassy.

I'll pack some mistletoe.

How you gonna spend yours?

With my family in Oklahoma.

My mom cooking,

my husband and brothers arguing football,

snowshoe hikes with my dad.

It's gonna be so...

Terribly Christmassy. Yes.

Wow.

Look at you, Abby.

So festive. Well, it is, after all, the most

wonderful time of the year.

Thank you. Time.

Wonderful time. So what do

we have here? An engraved Rolex? No.

They're my wonderful lab-baked holiday cookies.

Ginger spice chip.

Did you say "lab-baked"?

Yes. I wield a very merry Bunsen burner.

Mmm...

Why the long face on McGee?

Dial-A-Fruitcake mess up his order again?

I don't know. Something's wrong.

He gave me the finger when I came in.

The-the "one-minute" finger, not the bad one.

It might be Delilah. Mmm.

Trouble in paradise, Tiny Tim?

Well, not for us.

A friend of ours, the Dalys.

Kevin gets home from Afghanistan last night and the first thing

he and Audrey have to do is rush their five-year-old daughter

to the ER.

Why? What happened?

They don't know. Out of the blue, it's just...

fever spiked, windpipe swelled shut.

She's in the ICU now.

That is so weird. Weird

and horrible. Yeah. No, but, I mean,

I-I have a Marine friend going through the exact same thing.

Her perfectly healthy son,

suddenly struck down and on a respirator.

Just yesterday.

That is weird. Yeah.

What's worse than two sick kids during the holidays?

Eight sick kids.

Carol.

Wow, what are you doing here?

I wish it was a social call, Abby.

Oh... It's never good when you say that.

Mm-mm.

Um, Bishop,

this is Carol. Um, she works at

the Naval Medical Research Center now

and she's my oldest friend.

I prefer "long-time" friend.

McGEE: Boss, did you say

eight sick kids?

All with the same mystery illness,

all within 30 miles of DC.

Start of an epidemic?

Or worse-- all are from military families,

living in military housing.

No. No.

Nobody say it. Bioterror.

Except Abby.

Abby can say it but nobody else.

Uh, I-I just read a study last month

that weighed this possibility. I mean, what better way

to terrorize military personnel than through their kids?

There's nothing "better" about it.

I know enough about bioterror as it is, thank you.

All we need to know in this case is what it is,

where it started and how to stop it.

You said "we."

It's not our usual case, but it is Navy and

Marine Corps families.

They want us in on the investigation.

While I work the scientific end with Abby.

We're coordinating with the CDC.

My office is sending all our data here.

Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go.

All right,

split up. Hit the hospitals,

interview the parents, talk to the kids,

retrace their steps. Let's go.

Absolutely, Gibbs, whatever manpower we can spare.

Yeah, well, let's find out what's making these kids...

Let's do what we can.

These kids what?

You said, "What's making these kids..."

and then stopped.

Daddy doesn't bring work home anymore, Jared.

You know that.

So?

He can tell me in the car.

How have you guys been feeling lately?

What? Like, health-wise?

Mm-hmm.

We're fine.

No coughs? No headaches?

No. All good here. Why?

Let's go to school.

Is that Jared

and Kayla?

Kids, go wait in the car.

And you would be...

Leon Vance?

Lamar Addison.

I know who you are.

What I don't know is how you found my home.

You're not the only one with resources, Director.

You have no business coming here.

Oh, but I do.

And there's no need for that confrontational tone.

I'm certainly not looking for trouble.

Then I suggest you go back to New York, before it finds you.

I only want to say hello.

Well, then, hello.

And good-bye.

Who was that guy, Dad?

Nobody, Jared.

He's nobody.

Worst part's not being able to do anything to help her.

All anyone can tell us is that Emma's now one of 14 kids

going through the same thing. 14?

And not one of them is responding to treatment.

Doctors still have no idea what they're dealing with here.

McGee. Well, don't worry, Kev. They will.

Uh, just hang tight.

Give me one second. I'll be right back.

: Did you know the number's up to 14 kids?

: Did you know that rate of reproduction puts it on par

with the SARS virus? You think it's SARS?

I don't think anything-- I mean, SARS has never been contracted

inside the U.S. There's...

a better chance of a targeted chemical attack than that.

A chemical attack?

Uh, I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to...

Pure speculation, Audrey.

Yeah, and not all that likely.

I was just speaking statistically,

comparing it to the SARS virus. Oh, my God,

i-it's SARS? No, no... (sighs)

No, no, no, no. I was only... Could you maybe do your comparing

somewhere else, please?

Yeah. Sorry, guys.

: Come on.

Guess you're gonna have to work on that stage whisper.

Like I don't feel bad enough?

Tony, hey.

Uh, pretty awful. How 'bout you?

No, Bishop, let it go.

Wait, what?

...19 sick kids. 19? We just heard 14.

...five more cases over here in the last hour.

There's five more cases at Washington General

in the last hour.