NCIS

Ooh.

Hey, JB, guess what. You know this is a manual

and not an automatic, right?

Give me a break, will you?

It's almost dawn. I'm tired.

And I don't do a lot of driving

when I'm protecting your freedom.

Which includes the freedom to mock your bad driving skills.

With friends like you guys... Aw, you know we love you.

Yeah, we just like to show it through soul-crushing ridicule.

Yeah!

Yeah, thank you, man.

I am wiped out.

JB, when's your leave over?

Uh, next deployment starts in a few days.

It's been fun being home, though.

I feel like I just got back.

...stop the bleeding... just need to stay calm, all right?

Gonna be all right.

Gonna be fine. Stay with me.

Sh-She can't breathe. Okay, we're gonna get you

breathing again, all right?

Help her! You need to stay very still.

Help her!

This is gonna make it easier for you, okay?

Now breathe.

Breathe, breathe...

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Oh!

Thank you for bringing him home, Officer. I promise

this will never happen again. McGee--

what did I tell you about throwing pennies

off the top of the Washington Monument?

Oh, Tony, if only you were there to catch them.

I would catch them like this.

Hi, Tony.

Hi, Sergeant Burt.

So, what are you doing here so early?

Picking up or dropping off?

Abby and I had breakfast.

After...

- I picked her up from her place. - Mmm.

Breakfast. What'd you have?

Sorry, I'm starving.

Thought I'd live vicariously.

You're hungry, Bishop?

She's always hungry.

I mean, don't let the probie's tiny,

unassuming frame fool you.

No.

She'll swallow you whole.

I'm not afraid.

I'm not a cannibal, Tony.

Maybe that's why we never see Jake.

Maybe she ate him.

Or maybe he's just busy.

Or maybe you had him with fava beans and a nice Chianti.

So, Burt, how are things going between you and Abby?

Never met anyone like her, Agent McGee.

It's been great. She's great.

Beyond great.

Everything has just been...

Great. Great?

Exactly.

We just click.

You know? Yeah. Yeah, I know.

So, how long has it been since everything

started being... great?

A couple of months.

Give or take, I guess.

Oh, boy, I'm gonna be late to my security briefing.

Gotta go. I'll see you guys later.

All right. Catch you on the flip side, Mr. Two-months.

Poor bastard.

Yeah, I really liked him. Tall, quiet.

Had a sort of Marlboro Man quality to him.

Why are you two talking about Burt

like you're never going to see him again?

Hey, where's Burt going?

Two months. Copy that.

Grab your gear.

Petty officer killed in a possible hit-and-run.

Um, hello?

Did I miss something?

What do you got, Duck?

Besides the crisp autumnal air,

the scent of dried oak leaves

and the knock-knock of Old Man Winter

on Mother Nature's front door?

Yeah. Besides that.

Tragedy, I'm afraid.

Though, in this instance, I'm glad the culprit is a slick road

and not a foolish texting fatality.

I thought they said hit-and-run?

Well, local LEOs have one witness

who might have seen an SUV speeding away,

but it sounds sketchy.

Victim? Petty Officer

John Blaney Hicks. He was a local.

Home on leave from the USS Winthrop.

Had two friends with him, both civilian.

They were rushed to the hospital in critical condition.

Looks like he lost control of the vehicle,

took out a fence up there

and did a triple gainer down the hill.

Skid marks? One set,

leading off the road.

Fence post went through the windshield.

Yeah, and the wound on the petty officer's neck

suggests that it caused him to bleed out.

Where'd all these bandages come from?

I think I can answer that.

I found what appears to be cornstarch powder

on the victim's wounds.

Cornstarch-- there's so many uses for cornstarch.

I remember my cousin Beatrice used to make the best

orange and cranberry muffins,

she'd have me add just a pinch,

and it...

Um, the medical gloves--

the EMTs probably tried to save him.

But it took EMTs 20 minutes to get here.

Why would they bandage a dead man?

They wouldn't.

Sergeant Sherman Harper, Fairfax County PD.

Special Agent Gibbs.

Thanks for making the trek.

Fire department EMTs didn't do a thing to your petty officer.

They responded to a 911 call, when they got here,

he was bandaged up already.

Same with his friends.

Who tried to save them?

She did.

First responders say she was holding a trach tube

in the girl's throat when they pulled up.

Who exactly is she?

Driver's license says she's Anna Dillon.

Says she saw an SUV bolt past her a mile back.

Got a little closer and found the wreckage.

Insists she isn't saying anything else without a lawyer.

Gonna bring her back to the station,

call a public defender.

Why, if she saved their lives?

Practicing medicine without a license, Agent Gibbs.

She's not a nurse, a doctor,

nor an EMT.

She could've killed someone.

Maybe she did.

Got a job to do.

Yeah, so do we.

No good deed, huh?

Yeah, doesn't seem right.

Non faciat malum,

ut inde veniat bonum.

“Do not do evil

in order that good may come.”

Corpsman!

Talk to me.

Petty Officer Third Class

John Blaney Hicks was out late with friends.

Skid marks indicate his car spun out and fatally crashed.

Passengers were Mary LaFleur and Benjamin Koss.

Buddies from high school.

Mary is training to be a dental hygienist.

Ben does construction and attends a local junior college.

All three received in-field medical attention

from this woman,

former Navy Hospital Corpsman Anna Dillon.

Dillon thought she saw an SUV leaving the scene,

but couldn't offer any details.

Carries her medical kit in her car like Marcus Welby.

Marcus who?

Navy corpsmen don't carry a medical license.

Back home, she's no different than a civilian.

But she's trained. And has field experience.

Yeah, but you can't legally help.

That's not right.

Yeah, ya think?

That was the hospital.

Ben Koss is awake in ICU.

DiNozzo, take Bishop,

go talk to him. See what he remembers.

McGee, call Sergeant Harper.

Tell him we need to talk to Anna Dillon.

Yeah, Duck, I'm on my way.

What's your educated opinion, Doctor?

I think it's abundantly clear

that his left carotid artery

was severed by a fence post.

Oh, no, no, not about him.

I meant about Burt.

What do you think of Abby's park police sergeant?

Your time would be better spent, Mr. Palmer,

concerning yourself with your own affairs.

Oh, I'm doing that, too.

You know, Breena's in nesting mode.

Constant projects around the house.

Move this, paint that, build a hutch.

I don't know what a hutch is.

Fancy word for a cabinet.