NCIS

Hey, Dorfman, need some help.

Morning, Manny.

What are you so happy about, Dorfman?

It's Monday morning. Start of a new week.

It's freezing out here.

That's the best part.

Hey, don't you notice what's missing?

Huh? No smell.

The air is crisp. The garbage is frozen.

Yeah, that's my problem. So's the hopper's hydraulics.

The trash won't slide.

No problemo.

Here we go.

So... give it a little nudge.

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Dear President Truman...

I mean "Harry."

I mean "sir."

I realize it's a little unorthodox

to write a dead president,

but you were the 33rd President of the United States,

and founder of the modern-day NSA.

There aren't many people I can talk to about this

since Jake and I hit the skids,

and I don't even keep a journal myself,

so... here goes.

Mr. President, the last couple of days

really sucked.

Not because it was cold--

frostbite comes with living in DC--

but because it made me reconsider

every reason I became a Federal agent,

both NSA and NCIS.

I mean, 2015 was rough,

but in the last couple of days,

it all came into perspective.

Sir, did I mention it was cold?

Brace yourself, metro area--

with the wind chill, we are talking

ten, 20 degrees below.

And yesterday's rains

are causing icy conditions,

which are now downing power lines

across many areas.

10,000 homes without power, and that number

is expected to rise.

That number's rising, all right.

Good morning, Nanook.

Hey, are you wearing every item of clothing you own?

I am. And I still can't get warm.

Power in my block went out last night, so no heat.

Delilah bailed around midnight,

went to her mother's.

Why didn't you go with her?

Well, because I couldn't.

We're not married.

I'm-I'm sorry-- seriously?

Yes, seriously. Her mother's got this thing about

unmarried couples spending the night together under her roof.

My parents were the same.

Tony, can I crash with you tonight, please?

Come again?

If they can't fix the power,

I can't go back to my place.

You heard the weather lady-- I can't go back there

if they don't have the power on. Please.

Why don't you...

stay in a hotel?

Let's see how the day goes.

Oh, I could use a little more coffee...

Grab your gear.

Got a call from Virginia State Police.

Dead sailor in a landfill.

Wait, a Virginia landfill? Where, exactly, boss?

Adams County.

Hey, Timmy McGee!

Stewie.

Oh, boy.

Hey, so, uh, you found the body, huh?

Yeah.

Crazy, huh? Looking right at me.

McGee knows the garbage man.

They went to school together.

Give me a hug.

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

Grammar school? M.I.T.

Stewie got a degree in evolutionary biology,

but he's really into trash.

Hey, bro. This is so cool, seeing you guys again.

I found a really great photo of you from our senior year.

Oh, yeah? What, uh, what of?

There she is.

Oh, Stewie.

Are those tap shoes?

Yeah, they sure are.

Still have 'em around somewhere. Oh.

Called ourselves The Mul-TAP-Liers.

Multipliers, get it?

Oh.

We were good, too.

Really? I mean, you're not a little mortified,

showing this photo?

Why would I be?

As a matter of fact, we, uh,

tapped our way into quite a few

theater girl'' hearts, didn't we?

Yes, we did.

Hey! Got a crime scene

to process here!

Uh, sorry. On my way, boss.

State police ran her prints.

I.D.'d her as Seaman Alessandra Ramos.

She's stationed aboard the USS Barkley at Norfolk.

What do you see, Duck?

A single gunshot wound to the forehead.

We won't know more until she thaws out.

Hopefully, this plastic

will have shielded her body from

contamination from all this trash.

DC Metro. Detective Jeff Katz.

You in charge here?

Special Agent Gibbs. NCIS.

You're a little out of your jurisdiction.

Not really.

Just heard from Virginia State Police

your victim is Alessandra Ramos.

You know her?

She was due to testify before a grand jury

next week, in a murder case.

Guess that's not gonna happen now, huh?

Seaman Alessandra Ramos is third-generation Navy.

She enlisted right out of high school in La Mesa, California,

just outside San Diego,

where her father retired as a chief petty officer.

After she finished "A" school, she served aboard

the Barkley as an E.T.

Been at Norfolk the past six months.

Her Navy record's spotless.

Alessandra was a stand-up kid.

I interviewed her a couple of times.

How'd you find her? She called the hotline.

She said she had information on a gang shooting.

Gang shooting? We've got a turf war going

in Columbia Heights.

She was on her way back to Norfolk one night,

stopped at a drive-through, heard gunshots.

She saw a guy jump into a car and take off.

It was dark but she knew the make and the model

and the last three numbers of the plate.

Caught the guy.

Dominick Rubin.

A real piece of work.

Her identity wasn't kept confidential?

We thought it was.

We have got to find a lead

on where she was murdered.

Got two agents on their way to Norfolk right now

to talk to her shipmates.

I can't believe Alessandra is dead.

When was the last time you saw her, Seaman Burk?

Friday, after we finished work.

Neither of us had weekend duty,

so I was driving down to see my parents in Atlanta

and she was headed into DC.

What was she gonna do there?

This group she loved--

The Sterile Puppets--

they were doing a show at a club--

Dacey's Lounge.

She was going alone? Yeah.

Took the train.

So she went into DC a lot?

Whenever she could.

Aly loved the city.

Have her parents been told?

They must be devastated.

You two were close.

Yeah.

Did she tell you she was gonna testify

before a grand jury about a gang shooting?

Is that why she was killed?

That's what we're trying to figure out.

Was she nervous about testifying?

Aly? Um...

I was more worried about it than she was.

Military family.

She was a total badass.

Mr. President, losing anyone in uniform is difficult.

We encounter it here too often. But this was a young woman,.

who had her whole life ahead of her and she wanted to serve.

She wanted to help put away a gang member.

She wanted to do the right thing.

Based on everything I was learning,

Ramos was someone to be admired.

There was more to this than just a wrongful death.

I-I had a hunch, sir.

I knew it from day one

and I should have followed my instincts.

Put that back exactly where you found it, Mr. Palmer.