NCIS

Paco's Pizza here to greet ya!

Answer the door, let me meet ya!

Hey. It's me.

What's up, Zeke? Check that address again.

- I got another no-show. - What?

It's our stupid

phone app. I think there's a glitch.

Hello?

Are you okay?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

What are you workin' on, Nick?

Just going over that Norfolk case.

We did pretty good work in there.

That's a pretty long report.

Maybe you want to take a load off.

I will.

Eventually.

Okay, fine, Alex. Just take it.

Ha!

Finally.

Wait, what's happening?

Excuse me.

Ooh, come to Mama.

Drinks on me later.

Bishop bet me that you would sit in that chair

by the end of the day.

It's been three days.

Wait, hold on. You're telling me

that it's been three whole days

since I sat on this chair?

Days, weeks, months. Maybe ever.

You're being dramatic. I sit here plenty.

Huh. Then sit now.

Yeah, sit.

Well, I'm not gonna sit now 'cause you're telling me to.

Fine.

I don't get the big idea.

On your feet.

Dead petty officer in Hastings.

McGee will meet us there.

See? That's why I like to stand.

I'm a man of action. Stayin' on my toes!

Who won the $20?

What'd you see when you looked in the window there?

Why'd you step inside? I saw her on the floor.

Is it wrong that I'm suddenly craving a slice?

Oh, no, I know a joint in Brooklyn--

puts all others to shame.

Boss, victim is Petty Officer Second Class Maya Kettering.

26 years old. Stationed out of Norfolk.

Place is tossed. Maybe a robbery gone wrong?

No sign of forced entry, front or back.

Alarm wasn't tripped, so either the killer

bypassed it or...

Or she knew the guy. She let him in.

You meet the sheriff? Yeah.

He's a real, um, Barney Fife.

Ah. Maynard County's a bit Mayberry-ish.

Small-town law enforcement.

Locate the victim's husband?

Yeah, the sheriff said he's on a plane.

He was in San Francisco on business, and he's on his way

back to D.C. now. All right.

Have agents there to meet him. Yes, sir.

Duck, cause of death.

Ah, Jethro, you know I hate to speculate,

particularly if I haven't done my complete examination.

I'll bet he speculates anyway.

Well, take a look at her eyes.

This subconjunctival hemorrhaging would indicate...

Strangulation.

Walter? Dr. Mallard.

And I prefer Sheriff Osorio

while we're on official business.

That's the Barney Fife I was telling you about.

Oh, my God. Miss me, Gibbs?

- You're the sheriff? - Well, I thought Dr. Palmer

would've told you by now.

No, he did not.

I-I completely forgot.

I-I remember you were elected, but-but the-the where

somehow eluded me.

You're looking well, Donald.

You'll be happy to know that

Jimmy filled your position

with the Sherlocks seamlessly.

I had little doubt.

The Sherlocks? It's a long story.

Wait, you know this guy? Even longer story.

Don't sweat jurisdiction, Gibbs.

I was the one who called you in.

And rest assured, I'll be happy to let your NCIS team

work with me.

I appreciate that, Sheriff.

Man, I love the sound of that.

Ain't it great to have the gang

back together?

Boss, what was that?

That was Sheriff Osorio.

I'll just say it-- uh, this one's on me.

What was that? What was he saying about letting our team

work with his? Isn't this where we usually claim jurisdiction?

That didn't do much good last time.

Wait, I'm sorry, last time?

Really long story.

Keep your friends close

and the crazies even closer.

A murder?

We just hit the jackpot!

Not so fast, Lyle. This is a Maynard County case,

not a Sherlock case.

Oh, Walty Walt. Let us help.

Uh, unofficially, maybe.

Probie! Where are those pigs in a blanket?

Sheriff's hungry!

It's late.

Where's Dr. Palmer? He's been held up.

Your victim is Navy. Oh, give me that.

Navy?

You saw Special Agent Gibbs?

We've dealt with NCIS before.

What is the problem?

Gibbs. He's a hard nut to crack.

I'd love to have a crack at him.

Did you say...

"Special Agent Gibbs"?

You know him, probie?

Indeed I do. We're old friends.

We go way back.

Sheriff Walt Osorio,

author Judith McKnight,

Lyle No Last Name, and Jimmy Palmer.

Together, they make up the Sherlock Consortium

for Investigation.

What does that mean, exactly?

It's a privately funded investigative team.

Brilliant minds from diverse backgrounds get together

and tackle unsolved cases. What? They look like

a bunch of wackos.

Oh. No offense, Jimmy.

Oh, none taken. We get that a lot.

But we're actually quite adept at crime-solving.

We are a quintet now.

We had a new member join a few weeks ago.

You guys know him, actually.

Who? No.

I can't reveal his identity.

No, no, no.

Breaking the oath of secrecy

would have serious repercussions.

Jimmy.

Okay, okay. I-I can give you, like, a little hint.

I shouldn't be doing this. Um,

he's related to Tony.

Senior? How did he get involved?

It was Tony's idea. Yeah. It's a funny story.

Uh, Gibbs. Oh, Gibbs. Yeah,

he would fit right in.

Cheerio.

Give me an update. Yes.

Our victim is Petty Officer Maya Kettering.

Stationed aboard the USS Tallahassee out of Norfolk.

Last time she used her cell phone was 3:17 p.m. today.

Who'd she call? No one. She used

a food app to order lunch.

Yeah, the pizza delivery guy found the body in 30 minutes or less.

Suspects. What do we know about her husband?

Michael Kettering, 30.

Graphic designer in Centreville.

His plane land yet?

Yeah, an hour ago. Agents met him

at the airport. He's in the conference room with Bishop now.

Every time

Maya deployed, I lived in this constant...

state of fear.

I thought home was gonna be the one place that she'd be safe.

How did this happen?

We're trying to figure that out, Mr. Kettering.

I begged her to use the home security system,

but she hated the thing.

But you used it? We both are gone

so much for work,

and I wasn't comfortable stashing money in the house.

- "Stashing"? - Yeah,

it was nothing illegal.

$5,000. Our-our emergency fund.

- Where? - In a coffee can

in the freezer.

Is that what this was?

A robbery? It's possible.

Was your wife having problems with anyone?

She ever mention any enemies? How?

She wasn't home for the last year.

How 'bout on the Tallahassee?

I flew to Rota, Spain, last month

when her ship docked for R & R.

She said that she had just had a blowout

with her department head. About what?

Well, Maya didn't want to talk about it.