NCIS

Nice to meet you, Admiral Stock.

Yo, Admiral!

How you doing?

Looking good, Admiral Stock.

Hey, Admiral?

Big fan.

Ah, something's missing.

What is it?

What is missing?

Official.

Now that's what I'm talking about.

Admiral. NCIS.

At your service.

Have fun. MAN (over PA): Welcome to the annual

Anacostia Turkey Trot.

Runners, please check in at the registration desk

to get your numbers.

McGEE: Tell you, with a little more notice,

I might've actually trained for this.

And I would've sprung for a new knee.

It's a 5K run, guys. It's just three miles.

3.1. It's the point-one that'll kill you.

Hey, uh, we using badges here?

Well, we are semi-undercover,

backup security for the admiral, so...

So "we don't need no stinking badges," then.

Oh, you finally got to say it. Congrats.

Good morning, Agents.

Admiral Stock. McGEE: Morning.

I trust you've been briefed by my right hand,

Lieutenant Sara Giles?

McGEE: Briefed and re-briefed, yeah.

Again, we appreciate you spending

your holiday morning with us.

And my apologies

for the humble turnout so far.

Apparently, Fergie is grand marshaling

another Turkey Trot across town,

and who can compete with that?

What?! Fergie, like Fergie Fergie?

Uh, no apologies necessary, Admiral.

Uh, we're being summoned to the giant turkey, Admiral.

Now there's a sentence you don't hear every day.

Care to meet the event committee?

Lead the way.

Fergie.

She is one cool admiral. Yeah.

She's no Fergalicious though.

Hey, guys.

Ah, we found you.

How fun is this?

Great, I thought there'd be a little more people here though.

Well, they're all across town, frankly, where I should be.

Nick is experiencing a little FOMO.

So what do you say we finish running this race,

and then we can just keep running over to Fergie's 5K.

Are you still trying to get out of seeing your sister?

And did you just say "Fergie"?

My sister's renting a place in town for the month.

And she's gonna host a Thanksgiving lunch, so...

They don't exactly get along.

Well, you know, since Kasie just

recently broke up with Piper...

But we're still friends, you know, for the kids.

She's gonna run a little sisterly interference.

NCIS, coming through. Excuse me. Look at this guy.

NCIS. Coming through.

Nice fake hat.

NCIS coming through, excuse me.

Anybody we know? McGEE: Not even a little bit.

Hey! How you doing?

I'm doing fine.

Now excuse me.

McGEE: Uh, NCIS, yeah?

That's right. Wow, no kidding.

I hear that's a great gig. You, uh,

you work out of the Springfield office?

Sure do. Now if you don't mind,

I'm on official business.

McGEE: Well, it'd probably be even more official if, uh,

NCIS had a Springfield office.

NCIS.

And you are?

I'm, I'm, uh...

I'm so sorry.

Good morning, Turkey Trotters.

All right, listen, Mr. Sorry,

let's have this conversation back there. Okay?

Um... Here we go, here we go. Just turn around.

It's an honor to serve as your grand marshal today.

As we embark on this small test of endurance... Here we go, right there.

We're just gonna take a little look. You don't mind, do you?

No weapons. He's clean.

Care to explain why you're impersonating a federal agent?

I.. I wasn't impersonating.

I was just trying to meet the admiral.

I've been a big fan, since my Navy days.

I mean, just look at her.

I'm being told we're about to start.

Incredible, isn't she?

That she is.

McGEE: And this is as close as you're gonna get.

What? McGEE: Yeah, you're gonna stay

right here, Agent Bob, with me

and the very real Special Agent McGee.

And you two can go have a nice run.

We got it. Please, let me just say hello.

Uh, maybe another time.

Please. Okay, just stay right here.

Please, l.. let me just get a few selfies with her.

McGEE: Well, if you want selfies, you're gonna have

to take them from here, okay, so...

Everybody, ready?

On your mark...

All right, whatever.

Get set...

Go!

I didn't plant any bomb.

McGEE: Let's see, a dishonorably discharged,

unemployed car salesman with a rap sheet.

Kind of makes it hard to believe you, Bob.

I admit, I've made some bad decisions.

Like impersonating a federal agent to get close

to Admiral Stock right before she's blown up?

If I had known she was gonna blow up,

why would I be trying to get close?

McGEE: To save her life. It's called Hero Syndrome.

You set a fire to put it out. No.

You guys have my phone. Check the pictures.

Your phone, this one?

That you conveniently landed on?

By the way, we're checking that for apps

that can remotely detonate a bomb.

Look, all I wanted was

a few shots with the woman I love.

This is just so crazy. No way I'd ever risk hurting her!

I swear I have... Least of all by planting a bomb!

...never seen this man in my life.

Unfortunately, he saw you during the time that he served.

Oh, thank God.

Lieutenant Giles is okay.

I have to get back to the hospital.

Okay, I can drive you over now. And while you're gone,

I'll keep working on the surveillance photos

to figure out how that bomb was planted.

It wasn't a bomb.

What?

Kasie had what was left of the turkey float

towed into the evidence garage. Take a look.

There was a gas-powered generator

underneath the float, with what is very clearly

a bullet hole through its gas tank.

Wait a second, you're saying

someone took a shot at the admiral?

And hit the generator instead.

Well, if that's the case,

then that someone clearly wasn't Bob.

Who the hell was it then?

Got the bullet. A 45-caliber

with striations that indicate

this baby was shot through a silencer.

And perfectly timed with the admiral's starter's pistol.

Well, she gave the shooter a countdown.

McGEE: No security cam photos from the Parks Department just yet.

Why the hell not? They're working with a skeleton crew just like us.

Would a camera have even caught the shooting?

They could've fired from really far away.

Not through a silencer. Had to be close range.

Then we need photos. Yeah.

Let’s start combing social media. A giant exploding

turkey's got to be trending by now.

Oh, darn.

Uh, my sister apparently

has "a big surprise" awaiting me at lunch.

So bummed to have to cancel.

"Cancel"? What about the surprise?

Knowing Robin, it could be anything from serving us

Tofurky for lunch to yet another new fiancé.

Either way, hate to miss it, but...

Wait, wait, stop, just don't cancel.

Uh, but we have a case.

Just go, family first.

The rest of us have a few hours

before our dinner plans. Okay?

McGEE: Yeah, Jess, it's not like we need the whole team

to search the Internet.

But... No buts.

Just go see your sister.

You should go, Jess.

This will be good for both of you.

Ugh...

Okay. Let's go, girl.

Hey!

Keep walking like that and we should be there by Christmas.

Who's in a rush?

Hey, you know what?

It is going to be okay because I...

take my job as peacemaker very seriously.

So I actually brought a secret weapon.

Oh, your mom's mac-n-cheese? Uh-huh.