NCIS

Brett Lee the quarterback is dating Stacy Miller?

I swear to God, I saw his hand on her butt, walking to French.

Can we please talk about something else?

How about anything else?

Look at this picture I found on her Facebook page.

She's so nasty.

Ooh...

Skanky and ugly.

Skugly.

Look out!

I... I swear, I barely hit him.

Oh, my God.

- Let's go check. - I can't believe this.

Whoa! Oh, my God. Did I do that?

No.

He's been stabbed.

Call 911.

Get off Facebook and dial!

Okay...

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Good morning, Tony.

Is it, Tim?

Well, I don't see why it wouldn't be.

- What's wrong? - You stood me up last night.

- No, I didn't. - You did.

No, I did not, Tony. What is today?

Today is the day after the night when you were supposed to meet me

at the bar at the air and space museum.

Are you two dating now?

No. Tony is using me as his pimp.

I went to college with a girl who works at the museum.

Ms. Lunar modules. That's her specialty.

Tony wants me to introduce them.

To fix them up.

Tony needs help with a woman?

No. I needed a geek wingman.

McGeek qualifies.

See that, Tony?

This shows that tomorrow night

is when we're supposed to get together, okay?

I sent you 15 texts.

I sat there for three hours.

I waited for you. I called.

I was in the bathtub.

Why do you do that?

Every morning I come in here,

you get one of the donuts with the sprinkles on it,

and you spend half an hour picking all those sprinkles off.

Yeah? What's your point?

Why don't you just buy one without the sprinkles?

Why don't you just stay out of my business?

It's part of my ritual. What do you care?

And the little huffing and puffing...

What, are you trying to blow the coffee down?

Why not one long blow?

DiNozzo.

Hey, DiNozzo. It's McGee.

Listen, I have to cancel tomorrow night.

Have a good day.

Not answering.

Answer it.

Nope.

You and me, McGee...

we're done.

No argument here.

You know what, you two?

I have actually heard of this.

You two are having a seven-year bitch.

Itch. And yes, we are.

You two are like a married couple.

Oh, no, they're not. They're still speaking.

Let's go. Grab your gear.

Got a dead sailor in Norfolk.

Victim is Navy Lieutenant Justin Moss.

Worked for the office of public affairs.

Married, no children.

This is his house. First he gets stabbed,

then he's hit by a car. That's a rough day.

Yeah, well, whoever stabbed him used a big knife.

Like a combat knife or a kukri.

- Kukri? - Yeah.

It's a weapon used by the Gurkhas to great effect.

Though I doubt a Gurkha had anything to do with this.

Well, the kids in the car say that Moss wandered into the street.

You check his house?

Ziva's in there now. Looked clean.

No blood. Wife's not at home.

Blood drop pattern does indicate

that he was walking toward his house, boss.

Well, severe loss of blood can lead to disorientation.

It's well documented.

There was a case in New York... the victim of a car crash.

He staggered home, went to bed,

and he woke the next morning to find his left hand missing.

Maybe he was a righty.

He bled to death, Duck.

Yeah. Not here.

Our lieutenant was stabbed elsewhere.

His clothes are soaked, but there's no blood on the road.

It's not our crime scene, huh?

No, afraid not.

Blood trail heads up the hill.

Go.

Hey, McGee. Go.

Together?

Yeah, together. Go.

Hey.

Why'd the dead guy cross the road?

To get home.

Yeah. You were funnier when you were fatter.

Well, well. What do we have here?

Well, I guess we've found our crime scene.

- Got I.Ds? - Hey.

NCIS.

Thanks.

Here's our blood trail all the way through the forest to a motel...

DiNozzo. McGee.

I was wondering when you were going to show up.

Dispatcher said NCIS wasn't far away.

Detective McCadden.

We got a body if you got a crime scene.

Quid pro quo, Clarice.

Whoa. Silence of the lambs.

Nice movie reference.

And a nice chianti.

Yeah, we're going to need everything you've processed so far.

He knows the drill, Tim.

What do you got, mcc?

Follow me.

McC...

Looks like something out of kill bill.

Volume 1. Volume 1.

Nice.

Room was rented to Justin Moss.

That's our victim.

Housekeeping called it in when they found the mess.

Found a few hair samples.

No prints, but... got a wine bottle and a couple of glasses.

Dead guy had company.

- Officer: Ma'am... - Woman: Justin?!

Ma'am, this is a secured area!

- Justin? - Officer: Ma'am, stay back.

- Justin?! Oh, my God! - Ma'am...

Ma'am, we're going to have to ask you to step back.

This is a crime scene.

I'm Emily Moss. Where's my husband? What happened?

Your husband is lieutenant Justin Moss?

Yes. I was supposed to come pick him up.

He was meeting someone here.

Do you know who?

Of course. He was with a prostitute.

I just don't understand how this could have happened.

If that tramp touched my husband, I'm going to kill her.

But you knew he was meeting with an escort.

Yes.

Justin was a reporter for the Navy Herald.

He was doing a piece

on high-priced call girls in Norfolk.

So, he was interviewing escorts for his story.

Justin wanted to write about how they lived, how they worked,

how Norfolk's Navy population influenced their business.

He was very professional about it.

Did he, by any chance, give you the name of,

uh, the woman he was interviewing?

No, but he'd spoken with her a few times.

So, it was an ongoing assignment?

Justin would never cheat on me.

If that's what you're implying...

No, ma'am. Um, absolutely not.

Navy Lieutenant Justin Clean service record;

no criminal activity. Worked as a journalist

for the Navy herald as well as his assignment

at Norfolk naval air base.

How about the woman he was with?

She's still unidentified.

According to Moss's banking records,

he made a $1,000 cash withdrawal

just before meeting her in the motel room.

Well, two more withdrawals were made-views.

In the same amount in the last month.

Wonder what a grand buys you these days.

Anyway...

I'm looking at Moss's date planner here, boss.

The dates of his cash withdrawals

correspond to days he met with his source.

All previous meetings have been

at a bar in Norfolk called the liberty square.

Check the security cameras from the bar.

We need an I.D. on our missing woman.

Maybe the wife put an end

to her husband's investigative probing with a steak knife.

The bad stuff is easier to believe.

That's a line from pretty woman.

I have a call in to Justin's editor at the Navy Herald.

Take McGee with you.

Mm-hmm. DiNozzo.

Look into any similar homicides in the Norfolk area

in the past 12 to 18 months. Will do, boss.

Go with McCadden. I want you two working together on this.

Ah. I like that.