NCIS

Yo, Em. It's after 8:00.

You should be finishing homework.

This is where I get into bad zombie nonsense...

Emma?

L1477,

thank you so much for your six-month sub.

I appreciate you.

Em.

What are you doing down here?

Maintaining a full A.P. course load.

What are you doing down here?

We talked about playing video games

and using your brain.

You can't do both at the same time.

Rude. And I'm not playing video games.

I'm watching them.

Don't get cute with me.

I just got out of a nine-hour surgery

Haven't even showered yet.

Gross. And I'm not being cute.

I'm livestreaming.

The zombie horde is back...

People record themselves playing video games

and broadcast it live on the Internet.

You've heard of the Internet, right?

I put this on in the background.

It's calming.

All I see is zombie homicide.

Oh, and a strange man in my little girl's room.

And hey, if you're just tuning in,

make sure to hit that follow button.

You know this guy?

Not personally. I'm just one of his thousands of subs.

Whatever happened to listening to music while you study?

Mom, don't be old.

Hey.

See?

These games are just getting so realistic.

Mom, I just told you

that's not part of the game.

That's him in real life.

Oh, my God.

Right, so I packed Phineas' toiletries and his pajamas

for tonight and a change of clothes for tomorrow,

including his favorite Iron Man boxer shorts.

Mom, that's personal business.

Well, it's Agent Gibbs' business now.

He needs to make sure you wear clean undies to school tomorrow.

- Oh, Mom. - Thank you,

again, for watching him.

This trip is last minute,

but I hate to pull Phineas out of school.

And since we arrived, I haven't found a reliable sitter.

Sure, no problem.

Not to mention, Phineas doesn't know

about my custody battle with his father and I...

I don't want him to.

I have full maternal custody, and yet I'm the one

who has to appear in a courthouse in New York.

Go. Do what you got to do.

Here I am, talking about being maternal.

I'm about to leave my son with a strange man

who lives across the street.

No offense.

Phineas will be safe.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Phineas.

Come give me a hug.

Be good.

And I'll be back by tomorrow night.

Yeah? I love you.

I love you, too, Mom.

Right.

Okay, remember, school by 8:00,

bed by 9:00, and no screens.

You really have to watch kids these days.

What?

You heard her.

No screens.

Yeah.

Come on, that's all I got.

You're still holding.

Ah.

Ah.

I thought staying here was supposed to be fun.

What do you mean?

This is fun.

- Come on, we're late. - What?

Time for school. Grab your gear.

Why? It's too early.

Well, if you're not early...

you're late.

Morning, men.

Morning.

- What's this? - It's for drinking.

Gibbs called in late, so I had time to stop.

My treat.

Oh, thank you. Yeah, still listening.

You know, this is the third time this month

we beat Gibbs to the office.

Yeah, and he's been leaving early, too.

I know, it's almost as if...

he developed a life outside of work.

Nah. Doesn't sound right.

Well, I am not complaining, because the less he's here,

the less we are.

Well, not today.

What, we got a body?

That's what we got to find out.

Just got off the phone with NCIS Cyber

about a possible murder on a gamer livestream.

Uh, McGee?

Translate.

Live TV for video games.

911 operators all over the country

are getting calls about an online shooting.

Make sure to hit that follow button.

Thanky-panky.

Hey.

Damn.

Whoa. Is this real?

Thousands of followers were watching live

when it happened, then the feed went dead.

I mean, that's got to be fake, right?

Yeah, a stunt to attract followers?

Wh-Why call us?

Well, 911 had no ID for the supposed victim.

They called NCIS

because the guy's screen name was "NAVYgamer-Z."

Cyber did some digging.

Traced the username to

Petty Officer First Class Ian Rojas.

His apartment is in Bethesda.

He's Navy and he's local.

Well, this video game nerd is about to get

a visit from the cool kids.

Plus McGee.

- Uh... - No offense.

None taken.

Petty Officer Rojas?

NCIS. Open the door.

Lock is broken.

- Ready? - Yeah.

Clear.

Well, no body.

Lots of blood.

And it doesn't look like corn syrup with red food coloring.

Uh, yo.

We got a body.

I think we found our petty officer.

What do you mean, "you think"?

Oh. Okay.

Uh, what are we looking at?

Well, let's confirm who we're looking at.

Oh...

Yeah, that's our petty officer.

And that's a lot of gold glitter.

Hey, McGee, translate.

Don't look at me.

Hey.

Judging by the video,

the shooter was standing

right about... here.

Well, the victim had no direct line of sight to the front door.

He was probably so into the game he never heard

the killer break the lock.

Talked to the neighbors.

They thought the gunshots were from more video games.

Well, this guy was into everything from

zombie shooters to RPGs.

You know, there is nothing

like video game binging.

I mean, it's just you,

junk food and your gaming rig.

Those were the days.

Were?

Yeah, well, I-I, you know, I've got kids now,

- Ah. - so my free time is at a premium.

But I still got my finger

on the pulse of the video game world.

It's why Gibbs calls me Elf Lord.

- He does. - Prove it. What do we know?

Well, boss, thanks to our webcam video,

we've got cause and time of death.

Three gunshots at 8:17 p.m.

- Camera see who did this? - No.

Our killer cut the feed.

I'd check the computer for more,

but it's completely wiped.

Whoever did this was techy enough to cover their tracks.

Body?

After the shooting,

the body was moved to the bathroom...

which is where it gets a little weird.

Glitter.

This stuff gets everywhere.

I swear, Victoria uses it on one craft

project, and I'm picking out of my hair for the next two weeks.

This guy got it worse, though.

Yeah, in addition