NCIS

Hey. Hey.

(indistinct talking in distance)

But he lives there. - Well...

You're acting like a child.

Martha, please... if you care about me at all,

just let me figure it out on my own.

Help! Help me!

Just drive. Thank you.

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Tony? What are you doing here?

Working, Tim-- trying to power through

these ROI's.

At 7:00 in the morning?

Yeah. Someone's got to.

Once again, who are you,

and what have you done with the real Tony? (laughs)

Oh, no, I got up early.

Gave me a chance to hit the gym, do a little shopping.

Then I got some breakfast.

Exactly how early were you up?

Technically, I-I haven't slept.

At all?

You want to talk about it?

I feel we just did.

You know, you've been different

these past few weeks, Tony.

How long?

Well, that's kind of a personal question, Tim,

but since it's you asking... No, how long since you've slept?

Uh...

a few days-- it's not a problem.

A few days is a big problem-- the body needs rest, Tony.

You kidding? I've never felt more alert,

more in control; I'm totally on my game.

Feelin' good, man!

On your feet, DiNozzo. Aah! (groans)

Sorry, boss. I didn't see you coming.

I'm just getting my work shape spaceship...

space...

ship...

Work in progress.

Do it later.

Got a dead sailor outside of Baltimore.

Come on. TONY (whispers): I need coffee.

Sleep deprivation affects high-level cognitive functions,

cardiovascular health, circulation...

Just Googled that on the ride over, didn't you?

Side effects include increased risk of stroke,

memory loss, hallucinations, Tony.

: What's your point?

Should you really be carrying a loaded weapon right now?

Look, I got some sleeping pills at home-- I can bring them in.

You trying to make me all Dorothy Dandridge?

Forget about it.

Coffee beans. Turbo Tweak.

Body is my temple.

: Ah...

Holy...

I need some antacid.

Oh...

: Do you re...

Sorry, boss.

Rather a bucolic place to die, wouldn't you say, Jethro?

Depends on the cause, Duck.

Decidedly less bucolic, I'm afraid.

Single gunshot wound to the back, as far as I can see.

Preceded by a brutal battle.

He put up a fight.

It was the environment. These aren't

defensive wounds on his hands.

They're from the trees and the brush

that he undoubtedly had to struggle through to get here.

Nah, he was running from somebody.

McGEE: Victim is First Class Petty Officer Wells.

24 years old. He's a crypto tech.

Just returned from a tour in Afghanistan

where he was assigned to a security post.

Park rangers discovered his body at 6:00 a.m.

Rollins Hotel.

It's in Baltimore. Expensive, too.

I'm wondering how an enlisted man could afford it.

Check it out.

Ah, DiNozzo, what are you doing?

Trees?

Looky-loos. They're all dressed for something--

hiking, running, bird-watching.

Yeah, except? The tall guy in the green hoodie

with the black work boots.

He's not dressed for anything.

Where? My six. Your 12.

He was there.

Well, get him back.

Hey!

I know you.

Come back! NCIS!

Stop!

Sorry. He disappeared.

He was...

Wait a minute.

Are you okay, DiNozzo?

: Yeah, of course.

It's... the guy was standing right here, you know?

I was just...

Aha.

"Choward's Scented Gum""

That mean something to you?

Yeah. It means McGee's right.

I'm starting to see things.

Hi.

Oh. Hey.

Delilah.

Why are you here?

Oh, haven't you heard?

Transfer just came in.

It's official-- I'm joining the team.

McGEE: Careful, Delilah.

Tony's operating on a serious sleep deficit.

His, uh, neurotransmitters

aren't processing humor right now.

I'm just kidding, Tony.

But you should really see a doctor

if you can't sleep.

Prolonged insomnia can lead to an early death.

Promise?

Aah!

Short temper's

also a symptom?

Why are you here, Delilah?

I, uh... McGEE: DoD sent her over

once they heard about Petty Officer Wells' murder.

Why is the Department of Defense

interested in a low-level CT?

Well... Petty Officer Wells was not just

any crypto tech.

He was an expert in communications

network defense with top-level security clearance.

What kind of intel did he have access to?

That's classified, Tony. Seriously?

No, I just always wanted to say that.

I don't go out into the field much.

It's not his access DoD was worried about,

it's the encryption codes he utilized on a daily basis.

Some of the best the military has.

Wells was an asset.

And he was supposed to report

for duty at NAS Point Mugu

in California this morning.

Ooh, could I have a piece?

I love grape.

Scented grape gum?

You ever heard of the food pyramid?

Gum's not grape, it's violet.

And what's this?

A bag of high-end cellular telephones

that just happens to match a description of a truckload

that was hijacked last night

at the shipyards?

I didn't do anything.

Then why do you have these?

I'm holding them for a friend.

What's your name?

Anton Markin.

Well, Anton Markin,

what we're looking at here is a class-two felony,

which means an "atta boy" for me, and a little prison time for you.

So why don't you do us both a favor and tell me

the name of your friend.

What was Wells doing in Baltimore?

He was living it up in a thousand-dollar-a-night suite

at the Rollins Hotel.

On whose dime?

Bill was paid for

with an electronic check-- I'm still tracing it.

McGEE: I searched his room, found $10,000 cash

in the room safe along with

P.O. Wells' laptop.

Sent the computer down to Abby

along with the hotel security footage.

Actually, I'm going to need to access that computer ASAP.

Could be compartmented information on it,

"Eyes Only" kind of stuff. You want to try and take it from Abby?

I would like to see that.

Um...

that's okay.

I can wait.

Suit yourself.

What do you got, Abbs?

Depends on who's asking.

Did she send you?

She did! I knew it!

Delilah!

She already told me that I can't log on

to Petty Officer Wells' laptop without her, Gibbs.

Abby...