NCIS

Hey!

Hey! Over here! Over this way!

I'm the one who called! He's right over there!

Here we are.

Told you they'd be here.

Hey, look, everybody! It's Jake Malloy!

The yin to Bishop's yang.

Hey, what is it, Casual Tuesday at NSA?

Couples yoga at the YMCA. Mm-hmm.

It ran late. We're changing here.

You guys have been doing a lot of couples classes lately.

Always working to improve our marriage.

And it sucks.

The classes. Not our marriage.

Last week, it was...

couples massage.

Yeah, that was just creepy.

Yeah. So after this morning,

we decided we are taking a break.

From, uh, the classes.

Not each other.

And then Ellie had a brilliant idea...

I'm glad that you guys

are figuring all this couple stuff out,

but if you'll excuse me...

Don't you want to hear what the idea was?

You know, isn't the mystery of not knowing more exciting?

Ellie, I would love to hear

what your idea was. Don't you dare, McGee.

I'm being courteous, Tony.

It's a trap, Tim.

We want to take you to dinner.

What's the catch? No catch. Our treat.

At NSA, we had the same colleagues.

But Jake doesn't really know you guys.

So you want to take me and McGee

to dinner, no strings attached.

And Gibbs. And Gibbs.

Well, there you go.

Don't know if you've noticed,

but the boss hasn't been the fun,

social Gibbs that we all love and fear.

Yeah, well, he has had a lot on his mind lately.

That's an understatement.

Doesn't matter though-- there is no way he's gonna say yes.

Already have.

Expecting you to be there.

I'll have bells on, boss. I love dinner, boss.

Good. We'll go over the details later. Come on.

Got a dead Marine in Gwynns Falls.

Can I have a minute to change?

I'll change in the car.

Bye.

Wait.

You'll what?

The victim is Private John Wallis.

19 years old.

State troopers were alerted early this morning

when a hiker discovered the body.

Police found Wallis's watch,

wallet, and $300 cash, but no cell phone.

Nothing like the frigid morning air

and treacherous terrain

for me to regret giving Mr. Palmer paternity leave.

No good deed, Duck.

Yeah. Who have we got here?

Oh, man...

Quite a blood-letting.

Tony, would you, uh, help me? Just...

roll him up.... here, you see?

Our victim is covered in blood.

Apparently the result of multiple wounds.

And yet there's no blood underneath or around him.

So Wallis was dumped here after he was killed.

Blood trail leads this way.

You think the initial crime scene is deeper in the woods?

"Verum,

Animus, Officium."

Truth, Valor, Duty.

I didn't know you spoke Latin, Tony.

Well, I know those words.

That's the motto of the Remington Military Academy.

It's the last prep school I ever went to.

I guess Wallis went there, too.

Tony in a uniform.

I'd pay to see that.

He's got something in his hand here, boss.

Looks like a photo.

I can't make it out.

Whatever it is, he was holding on for dear life.

See this? Killer dragged

Wallis's body from somewhere down here.

Huh.

So, military school, huh?

So, yeah.

Uniforms, PT, drills...

Those are all things that happen at military school, yes.

How'd you end up there? It was Senior's Hail Mary,

trying to straighten me out

after six boarding schools in four years.

Huh.

It just doesn't really jibe with my mental picture of Tony at 17.

You must have hated it, the pomp and circumstance.

Hey, look at this.

This looks like some kind of tarp.

Might've been used to wrap the body up.

I got tire tracks over here.

Tire tracks.

So let's say the killer used this access road,

dragged the body up to where we found it...

Set a fire to burn the evidence.

Well, I thoroughly enjoyed

my Latin classes in school.

Translating Caesar's Gallic Wars, Book 5.

It's amazing.

2,000 years of so-called civilization

and we're still fighting the same wars.

What do you got for me, Duck?

Well, young Private Wallis was stabbed 20 times.

Most of the wounds are in the upper abdomen,

damaging his spleen and liver.

However, it's this cut to his neck

that severed the carotid artery and caused all that...

dramatic bleeding.

Weapon? Weapon. A knife.

Straight-edged. Six inches.

It left a distinctive mark on two of the wounds.

It could be an imprint of the hilt.

Abby's looking into it.

Anything else? Well, no.

And that's what's strange.

There's no bruised knuckles or cuts on his hands and fingers.

He didn't put up a fight. Peculiar for a Marine

that's trained as a lethal weapon.

But someone was able to get close enough to him

to cause all these wounds.

He was taken by surprise.

And most likely by someone he knew.

Private Wallis was a scholarship student

at Remington Military Academy.

Top of his class. He joined the Marine Corps just three days

after he graduated last spring.

Where he also excelled.

Top of his class in the school of infantry.

His unit was part of the 22nd MEU,

set to deploy on the USS Edgerton out of Norfolk.

Five days ago, he received a call to his cell phone.

Then he emptied his bank account--

1,500 bucks-- and went UA.

Didn't use his credit cards or cell phone.

- Just vanished. - But what we do have

is the last call he received

before he went quiet. Traced the phone number

back to the Remington Military Academy.

It's a house phone in one of the dorms.

Any one of 100 cadets could have placed that call.

But whatever was said, Wallis went UA

immediately afterwards.

Okay. Go to the school.

I want to know who made the call.

Uh... uh...

Do both of us really need to go there? I mean,

do we really need two agents to go all the way to Rhode Island?

Is there a problem, DiNozzo,

with you going back to your Alma mater?

Well, hey, let us go talk about it. Let's-let's, uh...

let's have a cup of coffee. Let's... hash it out.

I don't need to hash it out. I just need to...

prepare myself for the psychological...

Hey.

You got six hours in a car,

you got one night in a hotel room

to prepare psychologically.

Make it count, Skippy.

Thank you, boss.

No time for chitchat, McGee.

Mama's cookin' on all six burners here. Strictly business, Abby.

Just wondering if you found anything useful off the ashes

Tony and Bishop found near the crime scene.

Other than watery eyes and an itchy throat, nothing.

And before you say anything,

I haven't matched the tire tracks from the crime scene.

And don't even ask about the murder weapon.

I was planning on stabbing dummies all day,

but now I don't know.

Abby...

I was gonna ask if I can help.

Oh... well, that's nice.

Why don't you come over here and help me get blood off this photo.

It's not glamorous and it's not fun,

but it's the best way to get blood off a photo.

Maybe if this takes long enough, I can skip tomorrow night.

What's tomorrow night?

McGee?

Okay.

Jake and Bishop invited us to dinner tomorrow night.

I think it's an agents-only thing, but... Relax, McGee.

You're not upset you weren't invited?

No. Why would I be?

Burt and I hang out with Bishop and Jake all the time.