NCIS

Getting late, huh?

Yeah.

If this goes any further tonight,

we're going to have to go back to your place.

At least, when my mom passes,

I inherit the house.

Good to know.

Becky told me that you don't say much.

Don't worry.

That's a quality I value in a woman.

Would you excuse me?

- I'm gonna freshen up. - Sure.

I'll be right here.

Again.

You got it.

Rough night?

Blind date.

On a boat.

Nowhere to go.

Overboard.

Should I call the coast guard?

No need.

I am the coast guard.

CGIS Special Agent Abigail Borin.

First Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan.

Agent Borin,

if your date continues to get worse,

will I see you back here?

Safe bet.

Good.

There you are.

Thought I lost ya.

No chance of that.

What was that?!

Get down!

2:00 a.m. on a Friday night.

In a parallel universe,

the Tony DiNozzo that didn't become a cop is

walking out of a bar with a beautiful lady

he doesn't know the name of... yet.

How romantic. As romantic

as your... Cuban Casanova?

He's not Cuban. Oh.

Must be tough.

Make time for each other.

You're stuck here,

finishing case reports, and he's

frolicking in the Miami sun.

He travels... a lot.

Which is why I'm using comp time

to take three days off next week

to go see him.

You can't do that.

Why not? We're adults. No, not that.

You can't use comp time for days off.

According to the OPM guidelines, I can.

Tony, how long have you been a senior field agent?

I just never thought

there was anything very useful in those things.

"Even though NCIS employees

"are salaried, any scheduled overtime hours

"must be compensated monetarily

"or with...

time off." Yeah, I was

actually told that they prefer us

to take the time off.

Well, no one told me!

They just send me the money.

Then what are you complaining about?

I don't need more money.

I need more time.

Just think of all the women

I could've dated.

I would rather not.

Respectfully dated.

But it's never too late.

What are you doing?!

Tallying up my overtime.

Aw, you got more coming, Skippy.

Grab your gear.

Got another all-nighter?

You can sleep when you're dead.

I need this area kept clear of passengers,

even if they claim to be my date.

- Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.

- Agent Gibbs. - Agent Borin.

We gotta stop meeting like this.

You mean when NCIS takes over one of my cases.

My call was a courtesy, not an invitation.

Body trumps boat.

That's a nice dress.

Are you cold?

Tried to give him CPR. And no.

The, uh, gift shop was all out of pantsuits.

Unless you'd rather just go home.

And let you have all the fun?

Don't think you're getting rid of me

that easily, Gibbs.

I didn't.

Not only was I on the boat

at the time of the murder,

I was the last person to see the victim alive,

so I'm here for the long haul.

Glad to have you onboard.

Our victim is Marine Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan.

He was having dinner

with his sister and uncle.

Metro PD's got them

up on the deck, along with the rest of the passengers.

You got a murder weapon?

It's likely at the bottom of the river.

But none of the passengers have been allowed to disembark.

Which means that our killer could still be onboard.

Mm-hmm.

Navy looks good on you, Borin.

Ladies and gentlemen,

excuse me.

If I could have your attention.

Thank you.

I know it's been a long night.

Consider it your murder mystery

dinner theater on the Potomac.

It was dinner.

Now it's breakfast.

Well, looks like Colonel Mustard was killed

on the deck with a lead pipe,

maybe lead bullets, and...

only by interrogating

each and every one of you individually...

"can we hope to see the light."

It's Albert Finney, doing, uh, Hercule Poirot--

1974's Murder on the Orient Express.

Well, the murderer very well could be with us now,

so, excuse me--

can I please have you all take your seats;

we will get to you one by one.

Thank you.

Jeremy just got back from Afghanistan.

This was meant to be

a celebration to welcome him home.

Kimberly and I are Jeremy's only family.

And you're Lieutenant Nolan's uncle.

Yes. Wayne Grossman.

Look, we already told all this to Metro Police.

It's just Jeremy survived

18 months overseas, only to be gunned down

four days after he came home.

Kimberly, were you with your brother the entire night?

Yes.

Until he went to get a drink from the bar.

Oh, no.

The paparazzi already know about Jeremy.

They're outside the marina now.

Paparazzi?!

For a Marine lieutenant?

And me.

You didn't recognize our last name?

Oh, you're the

Kimberly Nolan.

The Kimberly Nolan.

Looks like he tried to

crawl out of the line of fire.

Well, it's too little, too late.

Damage was already done.

Well, he seemed like a nice guy.

Guess it's true what they say--

all the good ones are taken.

Or dead.

Well, that's what I meant, you know-- taken.

He's not really my type, anyway.

What, rich and famous?

Well, that never hurts.

Why?

Because the lieutenant

was both.

Jeremy Nolan is the only son

of the late Jack Nolan.

Didn't know he was one of those Nolans.

The family's worth millions.

And yet, our victim

walked away from the family business

to become a Marine.

Guess he was one of the good ones.

McGee. You awake?

I'm sorry, boss. Yes.

Never quite get used to these extra hours.

I don't know how you and Agent Borin stay so, uh...

Peppy?

No, no, no.

Uh, it's just that...

you two have a lot in common.

Like what?

Coffee?

Did you bring cream and sugar? No.

Stopped off at the office.

Got some info on our dead Marine.

Mm!

Yuck.

Now, boss, victim is Lieutenant Jeremy Nolan.

He was commissioned three years ago.