NCIS

Harry Potter is not stupid.

You've been Harry Potter for the last three Halloweens.

At least you could be a girl, like Hermione or Ginny.

You Muggles just don't get it.

Uh, I do.

It's stupid.

Benjamin, enough.

Rachel, your costume's great.

Thanks, Mr. Curtis.

Is your mom chaperoning the school party?

No, she has to work.

Oh, we'd be happy to give you a ride.

Isn't that right, Benjamin?

Ugh!

Thanks for walking me home.

It's not a problem. We'll see you tomorrow.

Okay, bye, guys.

Your manners leave something to be desired, young man.

When we get home...

Wait here.

Rachel.

Rachel, what happened?

Mom.

Oh, my God.

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Come on, be serious.

Hey, I have never been more serious.

There is no room for error, Bishop.

Hey! Listen to me.

Hey, hey, hey! Holyfield, Tyson--

let's knock it off before someone loses an ear.

I was just talking about Abby's upcoming Halloween party,

when McGee went all Bruce Banner on me.

Yeah, for good reason-- she doesn't want to wear a costume.

What? Are you insane?

God, for the love of all that is holy, probie,

let's get with the program.

Abby takes this holiday very seriously.

You deviate from the plan, you pay the consequences.

Tell her, McGee.

Halloween, 2007,

I told Abby I didn't want to carve a pumpkin.

He's still waiting for the other one to descend.

It's not that I don't want to dress up, okay? It's...

It's just that Jake and I can't agree on a costume.

Marriage. Here we go.

Halloween used to be

a single guy's paradise.

Now it's been twisted and co-opted

into some kind of couples' thing.

You're gonna be phoning it in with Delilah.

You've got your other half.

Abby's got Ranger Burt.

Even Ducky's got something cooking.

Why don't you take Allison?

Allison.

From tech services.

Who you went out with last week.

Oh!

Well, that didn't compute.

That's, like, the sixth woman you've dated this month.

Yeah, that's a record, even for you.

Thank you. I'm back, baby.

Gear up. We got a dead body in Lake Ridge.

Whatever happened to Krista in HR?

Ugh, too judgmental.

She never laughed at the e-mails I sent her.

That's 'cause they were offensive.

See? Too judgmental.

And what about Erica from accounting?

What went wrong there?

Cats. Too many cats.

They were all named Mr. Darcy.

Don't you think you're being a little picky?

Well, there's a lot of fish in the sea.

Not at the rate you've been fishing.

What can I say, McGee?

Women find me alluring.

What can you tell me, Duck?

Single gunshot wound to the back.

You got a time of death?

Yeah, between midnight and 2:00 a.m. this morning.

We searched the area, boss.

No sign of a murder weapon.

And no forced entry.

Local LEOs found the back door open

when they arrived on the scene.

Place wasn't tossed.

Doesn't look like a robbery gone bad.

Who's our victim?

Victim is Dr. Valerie Barnes.

42, wife of Navy Commander Ryan Barnes.

He's stationed at Little Creek. He found the body?

No, that was Rachel Barnes, victim's ten-year-old daughter,

when she returned home from a sleepover.

A neighbor called it in.

Well, where is she now? Outside.

DiNozzo, track down the husband. McGee, the neighbor.

When was the last time

you spoke to Mrs. Barnes?

Last night, around 6:00,

when she dropped off Rachel.

She had to work late, and I offered to babysit.

You're friends with the victim?

Yeah, I've known Val for three years.

Our kids are in the same grade.

Anything you can tell us about the commander?

Honestly, I-I don't know him very well.

He's not often around.

He's either training or on a mission.

He left for one a few days ago,

and that was the last time I saw him.

Can I take my son home now?

Of course.

Yes.

And, uh, thank you for your help, Mr. Curtis.

What's gonna happen to Rachel?

Hi, Rachel.

I'm Special Agent Gibbs.

This is one good-looking fort.

You build this all by yourself?

No.

My dad helped me.

Sounds like a pretty cool dad.

Did you find him?

Is he coming home?

Don't worry.

We will figure it out.

Please don't make me leave.

This is my safe place.

Nothing bad will happen to me in here.

If they come back, they can't hurt me.

Who's “they,” Rachel?

The people trying to kill my dad.

Okay, which costume do you

like better for me and Jake?

Popeye and Olive Oyl,

or the old farming couple from American Gothic.

Neither.

Bishop, this is a chance for you to be

whoever you want for one night.

So, why don't you get crazy?

Step out of your preppy librarian,

hot-for-teacher comfort zone.

Hey. What are your other ideas?

I don't want to say.

Romeo and Juliet. Cinderella and Prince Charming.

Antony and Cleopatra. Bonnie and Clyde.

How close are we?

Smart choice.

Incoming. Let's go. Give me an update.

Ooh! Our victim is Dr. Valerie Barnes,

a therapist at a counseling center in Richmond.

I talked to her coworkers.

They weren't aware of anyone Valerie was having issues with,

patients or otherwise.

I want her case files. What about the husband?

Well, Commander Ryan Barnes is

a highly decorated Navy SEAL

with over 30 missions under his belt.

He's been off the grid for survival training,

but I sent word to him in the field.

He should be here in a few hours.

Rachel said people were after her father.

If the commander's in danger, isn't being surrounded

by a SEAL team the safest place for him?

Well, we don't even know

if he's being targeted.

Yes, we do. Last year, Commander Barnes

took part in Operation Lower Merion.

The capture of Benham Parsa.

Month after the raid, the SEALs' identities

were accidentally leaked, including Barnes'.

I did an online search, came up with this.

I get the feeling that's not a dating profile.

That was a terrorist Web site.

Commander's on a jihad hit list.

McGee, I want everything on this site.

Who made it, who uploaded the photo.

Anyone who's accessed it.

I can help, too.

Where's Rachel?

In the conference room

with the woman from Social Services.

Find me something, DiNozzo.

Uh...

Love what you've done with your lab, Abby.

Thank you. Wait till you see my apartment.

It's my pièce de résistance.

I'm coming up empty-handed here. Are you guys finding anything?

Yeah, we were able to track down the third-party host

for the Web site.

It's a company based in Algeria.

Which means they won't

turn over their client data to the U.S.

True, but we managed to access the mainframe.

The original coding that was sent to the host

came from an IP address in Silver Spring, Maryland.

Meet our sinister Web master.

Dorian Hobart.