NCIS

This seems like a nice spot.

Okay. If you like it, I love it.

Wait.

Actually, I don't like it.

Okay. Let's see.

Over by the pond was too sunny.

The gazebo wasn't sunny enough.

And here?

I don't know.

Just, like, bad energy.

- Seriously? - I know.

It just, it doesn't feel right for some reason.

How about under this tree?

I kind of like the energy right here.

It's the last move, I promise.

It feels much better under here.

Okay.

Thank you.

Oh, my God...

If you'd have stayed in that spot...

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Excuse me, my friends.

If I may have your attention, please.

Looks like you're about to burst into song, Jimmy.

Oh, it's much better than that.

Why the coat on such a lovely day?

Holy full-frontal, autopsy gremlin.

Are you about to flash us your Magic Johnson?

Even better.

Wow.

Huh? What do you think?

Well?

- Eh... - Awesome.

Right? So bad it's good.

I wouldn't go that far.

The wedding is in south Florida,

so Breena and I originally were thinking tropical pastels.

But then we saw this baby, and we thought, let's go kitsch.

"Kitsch."

- That is a German word. - Yeah.

Kitsch, camp,

completely tacky.

Don't forget completely cool.

Eye of the beholder, McCumberbund.

Now if I could just get your sizes.

And Breena will be calling you, Ziva,

about the bridesmaids' dresses.

I'm telling you, if you think these tuxes are cool...

I cannot wait to see what she has chosen, Jimmy,

but, really, I do not need to be in the wedding.

Oh, we insist!

Excuse me.

Which one do I check here, Jimmy--

usher, groomsman or best man?

Uh, we're just having everybody

check, uh, "groomsman" for now, till I've decided.

You haven't picked a best man yet?

I've narrowed down the list.

Narrowed it down to...?

Gibbs.

Oh, God, I wish.

If Agent Gibbs would even consider

being my best man, I swear,

I would have a field day.

Good morning, Gibbs.

Got a dead Marine lieutenant in Reston.

Dead Marine lieutenant in Reston.

Garth Road Park. Garth Road Park.

I know the place.

Okay, shall we pick you up?

Nope. Meet you there. Oh.

All right.

He will meet us there.

Where is he?

Did not say.

Hmm. Hmm.

Morning.

Good morning.

Do you have any coffee?

No.

: No.

I stop for it.

I didn't mean to wake you.

Oh, you didn't, you didn't.

The sun-- so pretty in that room.

Somebody else used to say that.

Hm.

I thought you had to take Parker to school.

Mm-mm.

My sister was gonna do it.

I don't want to rock the boat.

: It's too late for that.

Mayday. Mayday. Mayday.

Yeah, Doc, I can't; I got a case.

Oh, no, I have a meeting at the Pentagon.

Okay.

You know, your car-- you blocked me in last night.

I, uh...

didn't want you to get cold feet.

My house.

No place else to go.

The diner, the office, anywhere easier.

I think we did okay.

We did great.

Practice makes perfect.

Oh, what have we here, Jethro?

What we have here is no Jethro.

What?

He's actually running late.

Whoa.

There's a first.

Sort of like wearing fuchsia and lime green to a crime scene.

Yeah, I didn't, I didn't have time to change.

Perhaps those colors will raise the dead, Mr. Palmer.

Yeah. Poor guy.

Looks like a pretzel.

An "a salted" pretzel?

Sadly, I had my share of that when I was seconded

to the parachute regiment.

Crushed on impact.

Dropped from a great height.

Yeah.

Well, with all these broken bones,

he definitely reached terminal velocity.

Which means he could've fallen anywhere between

400 and several thousand feet.

I'm guessing it wasn't his choice, Duck.

Check local air traffic.

All flights, commercial and private.

On it, boss.

Welcome, Jethro.

All is well?

Not for him.

You got an I.D.?

Yeah, First Lieutenant Walter Larabee.

Still awaiting confirmation on his recent assignments.

Cause of death?

You got to be kidding.

Well, uh, stabbed, blunt-force trauma,

shot... McGEE: Not to mention the whole

plummeted to the earth thing.

Oh, hey. Something in his pocket.

A challenge coin.

U.S. Navy Chaplains Corps.

Larabee's a Marine, he's not a chaplain.

Well, whoever gave him the coin obviously is.

It's caked with blood.

Along with the rest of him.

No, this blood is dry and the pocket's clean.

Abby will have to confirm as much,

but I predict that this is not the lieutenant's blood.

Think it's a message, boss?

Loud and clear.

Agent Gibbs, Chaplain Burke had nothing but good things

to say about you and your team.

It's nice to put a face to the name.

Yeah, well, Burke had her hands full with us a few months back.

But we're glad to have you onboard.

Thank you.

What can I do for you?

Don't generally carry challenge coins,

but some chaplains do make their own.

Where'd you get this?

Off the body of a dead Marine officer.

First Lieutenant Walter Larabee.

Don't know the name.

How about this woman?

Commander Wade, of course.

You're saying this is hers?

Afraid that's her blood.

Theresa-- is she dead?

Don't know.

Hoping you could help.

Chaplain Wade has served multiple tours

in Iraq and Afghanistan.

About a month ago, she left on a relief mission to South America.

- Where? - Cartagena.

On hospital ship.

She joined a group of Navy corpsmen

working with missionaries to provide free immunizations

to villagers in the local mountains.

I had a feeling.

We spoke to Theresa just last week.

She said everything was going well.

But we haven't been able to reach her since.

Yeah, Duck?

I have preliminary findings for you...

On my way down.

Can you stick around?

Until we find her, I'm all yours.

We don't expect everyone to wear the tuxes.

We just really want to make it fun.

Yes, well, weddings can be such dismal affairs.

: Mr. Palmer,

your generation is not the first to use irony.

Then you'll wear the tux?

Of course!

No matter what position you're asked to fill?

Oh, please, say you're not considering me as your best man.

Well, I-I was thinking...