NCIS

Is it too late to change my mind?

Out.

So, like, where's the facility, bruh?

You're looking at it... bruh.

Where the hell you come from?

Let's go.

No, there's no way I'm going in there.

Listen up.

You all may be juvies, but apparently

you're all such badasses, you're being charged as adults.

But the court gave you a choice.

In there with me for a week...

or the big house.

Take your pick.

I'm eating rabbit for dinner either way.

Yo, wait up!

So what's the plan, exactly?

We play Survivor for a week and then become

fine, upstanding citizens?

Yeah, where do we sleep?

Yeah, I'm not eating no rabbit.

Then you don't eat.

And the plan is, is that you learn

to get your head on right, son.

By murdering Thumper?

By learning to live for something besides yourselves.

I read your psych evals.

You all think the world revolves around you.

But out here, if you don't work together,

you die together.

So you gonna learn to become a team.

No matter what comes our way,

we stand as one.

Run!

Run!

Okay.

Wow.

Nice.

Dude, this looks so fake.

Can you please pace somewhere else?

You are going to wear down the carpet.

Well, it needs replacing anyways.

Where is he already?

Maybe text him another ten times?

Morning.

Morning? Like, uh,

just like everything's normal morning?

Why haven't you answered any of my texts?

I'm sorry, I just got back from Alaska, okay?

I'm a little jet-lagged.

Guess what the next question is.

How could you leave Gibbs behind?

I didn't leave him behind, okay, he wanted to stay.

And you agreed to this... why again?

Because he seemed happy.

Happy?

As in, like, happy?

Well, I've got some more of that to go around.

Uh, I'm sure you'll all probably be happy to hear

that I've decided not to take Director Vance up

on his offer to join your team.

And I'm guessing that's the first you've heard of it.

I was waiting for Agent McGee to return

before I filled them in.

And you're early.

Oops. Sidebar?

Uh, I appreciate the offer, Director, but I'm not ready

to jump into anything new just yet.

Perhaps you'd like to spend some time in the field with the team

before you make your final decision?

I already made it.

Plus, I got tickets to a Simon and Garfunkel

reunion concert later today,

and I've been waiting a long time for that baby, so...

Hey, why are you guys standing around here?

Haven't you guys heard?

Whoa, what's up?

A Navy petty officer apparently turned into a zombie.

A zombie?

Yeah.

Crawled out of the ground and everything.

You guys really didn't get the call?

That kind of thing happen a lot around here?

First for me.

Ooh. All right, get your gear.

Well, it looks like the train's leaving.

I'd consider it a personal favor

if at least you'd spend the morning on it.

Well, I don't think I'll change my mind, Director,

but, uh, yeah, okay, sure.

I still got time.

Zombie it is.

Not a zombie.

Just a victim who suffered from extreme dehydration

and exposure before he died.

Who is this guy again?

Well, according to his prints,

he was Petty Officer First Class James Bolton.

Whoever dumped the body

barely covered it up.

McGEE: Except he wasn't a body when he was dumped.

Apparently, this guy was still alive.

Died shortly after Ranger Rick stepped on him.

And he died of what?

Based on the nasal froth, I'd say it was

poison that probably put him into

a cataplectic coma.

Probably fooled whoever tried to bury him here

into thinking that he was dead.

It happens. I'll know a little bit more

when I get him back to autopsy.

Speaking of which, can I get a hand

with the body and the gurney?

I gave myself a grade-two sprain

inflating a bouncy house.

: It happens.

You need help getting the Night King

into the van, too?

Well, aren't you thoughtful. Yes, I do.

Ready?

You know, I-I looked up how many injuries

are caused by bouncy houses.

Hey, Tim.

It's a lot.

When you said that Gibbs was happy...

what did you mean?

I don't want to talk about it.

Look, you can't-- you can't leave me hanging, bro.

I'm sorry, it felt kind of private.

Well, is he gonna be okay?

I think he probably hasn't been this okay in a long time.

What about that guy?

Can you believe Director Vance

offered him Gibbs' job already?

He's a solid agent. Experienced.

The man's desk is not even cold.

Well, it's just gonna get colder with Gibbs in Alaska,

and we do need the body.

McGee, help me out here.

Tim, this is where you use more words.

Sorry, I'm all out.

And I'm all out of time.

Oh, leaving us so soon?

Yeah. And I'm sure you're real broken up about it.

But can't keep Mrs. Robinson waiting.

Agent McGee, I wish you the best of luck.

Been a blast.

That kind of thing happen a lot around here?

Where are they?

I've been worried sick. Thank God you're okay.

Don't worry, Kasie, we're fine.

What happened?

Your vic had some kind of bomb on him,

that's what happened.

Where's Knight?

And what was the dead guy doing with a bomb?

She's towing what's left of the van

into the evidence garage, trying to figure out what happened.

Feel free to go help.

Roger that.

This is all I could dig up on your dead petty officer.

It's not much.

Let's see what we got.

Hey, it's Parker.

Yeah, it's not much.

Petty Officer Bolton, born in St. Louis.

Studied computer science in college,

and the rest is redacted.

Uh, yeah, I'm gonna be a little late.

I don't even recognize that assignment code.

It's a transitional code

that our new space force just started using.

Yeah. No, no, no I-I'll see you there later.

Okay.

And you know this how?

I did some work integrating their network

into the FBI's Operational Technology Division.

Happy to hook you up with a guy there I know.

He can probably give you some more intel

on your petty officer.

You know, it'd be faster if you made the call.

I'd love to, but, uh, I'm already gonna miss

half the warm-up act, so...

Okay, I still got time.

While we may never know the true origin

of the Humpty Dumpty nursery rhyme,

you can rest assured, Petty Officer Bolton,

we shall put you together again.

Yes, lateral malleolus.

Thanks for helping while I have my own lateral issues.

It's just like old times, huh?

I don't recall the M.E. van blowing up before,

so... (chuckles) no.

Well, the good news is, you'll be getting a new one.

I kinda liked the old one.

You shouldn't have let it be blown up.

Oh, we're doing that again, are we?

So, we were kinda hoping for an update,

but I can come back if the two of you...

Oh, no, no, no. It's fine. It's fine. Dr. Mallard?