NCIS

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Stand up.

Slowly.

Hand it over.

I-I have a hunting license.

Not for my land you don't.

This is private property. Give it.

Let's go.

Back to your car.

You can't threaten people like this.

I'm tired of you weekend warriors coming out here

and putting bullets in defenseless creatures.

And for what? A selfie?

So you can show your friends how tough you are?

You better hope that ain't from one of my bucks.

Me? I didn't do that.

Uh...

Oh, my God.

I didn't do that, either.

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Buenos días.

Hey. Uh, what are you doing here?

Hey, didn't expect to see you back so soon.

Yeah, man, I was getting a little stir-crazy on that couch.

Doctor said I could come back to work, so...

But on limited duty, right?

Well, that's what he said, but please.

Nobody puts baby in a corner.

Well, Nick, you got hit by a car.

I mean, you almost died.

Yeah, I know.

Yeah, I'm like a superhero, man. I'm like Wolverine.

I regenerate.

Shouldn't you be taking it easy?

I'm fine, really. Had a great workout this morning.

I already lined up a date for tonight's Valentine's.

Oh.

Wait, it's Valentine's Day? Again?

Oh, Delilah's gonna kill me.

Okay, do you guys know the number of any nearby florists

or anything? No?

Okay, I'll figure it out.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Hey, Nick. I'm so glad to see you're back.

Thank you. At least someone's happy.

That's a nice valentine.

Who's that from? Mm.

I don't know.

Someone left it on my desk this morning

with a dozen roses and no note.

Ooh, you know what that means.

Hmm?

You got a secret admirer. Mm.

Oh, come on.

It's no secret.

You know who sent it.

Stop. Don't even go there.

I told you, we do not have a thing.

If you say so.

Plus, Gibbs is definitely not the kind of guy

to send a valentine. Yeah.

Gear up. We got a dead body.

Torres, are you good?

Good to go, sir.

Nice valentine. You want one?

Mm. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Mmm-mm! Ooh...

Shut up.

All right, local LEOs

found his clothes stashed behind a log.

His I.D. lists him as Navy Captain Alan Wales, 54.

Lives in Reston.

You talk to the property owner?

Yeah. She says the, uh, area is closed to the public,

but due to the heavy deer population

they get quite a few poachers.

I'd say this could be a hunting accident,

except the guy's...

Buck naked.

Yeah.

Wales's cell was in his coat pocket,

but the battery's dead.

Give it to me, I'll power it up. Okay.

Hey, hi. Where's the body? Through here?

All righty. All right.

Make a hole. Let's get to work.

You in a rush, Jimmy?

Nick! Oh, I'm so glad that you're back.

Yes, yes, I'm in a hurry. The, uh...

The in-laws have Victoria, so Breena and I are going to be

going out for Valentine's.

She got us a hotel room.

Ooh, so romantic. Yeah, you know,

after seven years of marriage, you gotta keep things fresh.

You need some champagne,

some chocolate-dipped strawberries.

Time of death.

Uh, well, it looks like he's been here

for quite some time.

Based on the beetle larva on him,

I'd say it's been six weeks.

And the cause of death?

Entry wound in the chest

seems like the most likely culprit.

Okay, spread out.

Look for bullet casings. Hold on.

Hold on.

I don't think it was a bullet.

He was shot with an arrow?

Right through the heart.

Well, it is Valentine's Day.

Boss, I got something here.

Looks like Wales was on the Fleet Date app

right before he died.

English, McGee.

It's a dating app

specifically used by people in the Navy.

And the last text he made was to a woman

he met through the app.

Has she got a name?

Uh, Stacy Gordon.

Lives in D.C. Okay.

You and Torres find the rest of that arrow.

Bishop, come on with me.

McGee, you mind? Got it.

She live alone?

Her name's the only one listed.

Ready?

It's not too cold. Come on.

It is not too cold. Come on.

Right here. That would be...

Gibbs, isn't that your friend...

Phil? Gibbs?

There we go.

Much better.

Sorry you had to see me in my skivvies.

Yeah, I am, too.

Yeah. It's so good to see you, Gibbs.

God, we haven't really hung out since what, the cabin?

Oh, hey, you guys like to stay for lunch?

Hey, Phil, not a social call.

I'm here on a homicide investigation.

Oh. Who was murdered?

A captain that Stacy dated.

She never told me she dated a captain.

Hmm. So... hey.

You two...

Yeah, yeah, we've been together about four weeks now.

It's going great, Gibbs. You'd love her.

Wait, hang on a second.

You don't think she had anything to do with the murder, do you?

Phil, I don't think anything yet.

Where did you two meet?

Uh, through a dating app, if you can believe that.

That-that Fleet thing. Yeah.

Uh, look, I'm telling you, that app saved my life.

I was in a dark place after the divorce.

Then a friend turned me on to Fleet Date.

And, yes, it was rough going at first.

There's a lot of weirdos out there.

This one woman, she had a thing for bald guys

and kept wanting to rub my... Hey, Phil.

I'm sorry.

Then I met Stacy. Yeah, she's amazing, Gibbs.

She's beautiful, kind, intelligent.

I haven't felt like this in years.

Uh, Commander Gordon.

Mm-hmm.

We were talking about Alan Wales.

How long were you and Wales together?

Uh, on and off for about a month.

Just wasn't that serious.

Why not?

Because he could be really vain.

He was always working out,

like he was trying to prove his masculinity.

Unlike Phil, who just exudes it naturally, you know?

...I'll put my hand around here...

Huh.

Um, when was the last time you saw Captain Wales?

Uh, about six weeks ago.

We were supposed to have a date,

but he just stopped replying to my texts.

What do they call that?

He ghosted you.

Yeah, ghosted.

I thought he just blew me off.

But I always had the feeling

that I wasn't the only woman he was seeing, you know?

Player.

Thanks for your time.

We're also gonna need an account of

your whereabouts around the time of Wales's death.

Of course, of course.

I have detailed records of my schedule at my office.

I'm a JAG lawyer.

Yeah, not just any JAG lawyer; one of the best.

Phil, you...

Well, it's true. You're a genius.