NCIS

Whoa, hey.

Whoa.

Oop. Sorry.

I will pay back.

Hey.

Hey. Put in a little extra time after liberty call?

New kid at the office, trying to score points.

Oh, don't worry. You're doing great.

Thank you.

I hear we're on for burgers Saturday.

Can't wait.

How you doing, sweetheart?

Hey, honey.

Hello.

Good day?

Great.

Good.

We're done.

Let's go.

Wait! Watch it!

I'm sorry...

Sweetheart? Really?

Well, I've been stuck in here all day.

She hasn't gone anywhere.

Okay, I thought you were gonna call before you left the office,

so I could have dinner ready for us.

I'm not hungry... honey.

They sure don't look like murderers.

How far is it

from the airport to the resort?

Great. Uh, the earlier the flight, the better.

Thanks. I will e-mail you the credit card information.

Okay.

Taking a trip?

Yeah.

To, uh, St. John in the Virgin Islands.

I'm gonna use a day of leave for a long weekend.

Oh, nice.

Yeah. Jake and I could use a little alone time.

A beautiful white sandy beach

and drinks with little umbrellas

will hopefully stimulate conversation.

I totally understand.

Relationships take work.

After hearing what Tony and Zoe are going through, I felt like

we should do something sooner rather than later.

What are Tony and Zoe going through?

You know,

they're having a rough patch.

Who told you that?

Tony did.

He told you?

Hey.

Good morning,

my attractive co-workers.

How are you on this

glorious Fall day?

Hey, Tony.

Ooh.

Moody.

Well, I'm doing great.

Today is the day

that I will receive the results

Hmm. What's that?

It's an ancestry service.

You spit in a vial,

you send it to 'em, and then,

two weeks later, they e-mail you your ethnic

and ancestral makeup.

Fascinating.

Cool.

Why'd you do it?

'Cause it's fascinating.

And also, you know,

been thinking a lot about family.

You know, who I am,

down deep in the genes.

Why I am the way I am.

Don't you think that's a good idea, McGee?

Oh, I'm sorry. You want my advice?

That guy. Well,

remember my old British Uncle Clive, my mother's side?

Yeah. The, uh, old geezer who left his estate

to your cousin Crispian, instead of you.

Yeah. Well, that's water under the London Bridge.

Anyway, old Clive used to insist

that we were somehow related to British royalty.

And if that is true,

the two of you shall refer to me only as "Lord Anthony."

Good luck with that.

You're with me, lord.

Where we off to, Guv?

Quantico.

Keep talking with that accent, I'm gonna shoot you.

Why are we going there?

Got a call from Major Newton last night.

He would like to see us.

Who's Major Newton?

Major Sussex Newton.

Marine MP stationed at Camp Lejeune.

We worked with him

on a case a couple of years ago.

Theft of munitions from the base armory.

We arrested a gunny for a crime.

He was prosecuted, convicted and

is serving time in Leavenworth.

Newton. Remember that? He wouldn't let go of it?

Good old Newty.

He was convinced there was an accomplice.

Trust me, there's no accomplice.

He called in

several leads over the last two years.

None of 'em panned out.

What's Newton doing at Quantico?

He's teaching.

Week of Military Law Enforcement classes at Basic.

This is gonna be a waste of time, trust me.

Why don't you take McGee?

He's in a bad mood. He could use the ride.

Hey, come on, let's go.

See you later, Lord Fauntleroy.

Bye.

Major Newton, NCIS wannabe.

I bet when his service obligation's up,

he applies to the Agency.

He already has. Used me as a reference.

Well, that's interesting. Hmm.

I understand.

Excuse me.

You, too, sir.

Suzy?

Okay.

Well, I can't wait to, uh, hear

what Major Newton has in store for us this time.

Drop it.

Bye.

What can I do for you?

Major Sussex Newton-- what room is he staying in, please?

Why are you asking?

NCIS.

He's expecting us.

Oh. Um,

I guess it's all right to tell you. Uh...

That call was from base security.

They just found the major's body.

He's dead.

Don't move that body!

Wasn't gonna. Who are you?

NCIS.

Secure the area.

We just found the body.

Who called you?

Major Newton.

You realize if Tony finds out

he has an ounce of royal blood running through his veins,

there will be no living with him.

There's no living with him now.

Doubt we'll find anything.

This place is used by hundreds of people a day--

hikers, joggers, horseback riders.

Excuse me, Agent McGee?

Yeah.

Anything I can do to help?

Just secure the perimeter.

I just assumed he stumbled and fell down the hill.

Is there something I missed?

Well, no. Looks like an accident.

We're just being thorough.

Hey. Only items on his body were his VOQ room card,

a fitness bracelet and cell phone.

Last call was to you, 19:41 last night.

And according to Suzy, the very nice desk clerk,

Newton jogged every evening since he arrived here.

Duck?

I've always

believed that jogging does more harm than good.

The major here is an extreme example of my theory.

The human body was never designed

to take that kind of pounding.

It's calamitous to the vertebrae,

not to mention the trauma it does to the knees.

You got a TOD, Duck?

Hmm? Oh, of course.

Uh... 9:00 p.m.,

give or take half an hour. Yeah.

His neck is distended, probably broken.

This gash to his forehead is very deep,

yet, there's very little bleeding.

I need to find out why.

As always, I'll know more when I get him back on the table.

McGee and I will finish up here.

You and Bishop check out Newton's room at the VOQ.

If I were going away for a week,

I would have packed twice as much.

Oh, boy.

Is that his wife?

You tell me.

Woof.

You never knew Newton.

There's not a woman on this Earth