Quit driving like an old man.
Relax, Marty.
The girls know we worth waiting for.
I-I don't want to screw this up.
I like Janice.
She understands me.
And she's easy on the eyes. Mm-hmm.
But it's good to be a few minutes late.
Keeps them on their toes.
I'm not playing games, Lester.
I'm too old for that nonsense.
Who said anything about playing games?
I'm talking about keeping her interested.
I'm talking about psychological foreplay.
Oh.
I'm still awake, how's that for foreplay?
Stop the car, Lester.
Marty, what's wrong?
Come on! Where you going?
Marty, um, what's...
What the...?
Call 911, Lester. Now!
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So he pulls me into his office
and I think he's gonna chew me out for that
thing I said about his hair, right?
But no.
He wants to know if I think
he's been doing an okay job.
The Deputy is no Director Vance,
that's for sure. No.
Did he say anything about when he's coming back?
You talk to her since she got back?
She told me Israel was "therapeutic""
In a good way or a bad way?
Think she's okay?
Two fatalities.
Civilian Lyla Cutwright
and Marine Lance Corporal Chad Dunn.
It's a brutal stretch of road.
Drove past an accident
about a mile up from here last week.
The turn must have caught them by surprise.
DiNozzo. McGee.
Come on down.
Faulty air bag, no seat belt.
Lance corporal's head
had an unfortunate date with the windshield.
Yeah, after that, he was ejected through
the door here.
Guy had a hell of a morning.
Okay, what are we looking at, Duck?
Well, aside from a rather
unkempt car, we are looking
at a two-pronged curiosity involving
Miss Cutwright here-- take a look
at this side of her head.
Severe trauma. Well, I see the spatter.
What did she hit her head on?
Well, that's the question.
I don't see any point of impact within the car.
What's part two?
The air bags.
Although the driver's side
air bag did not deploy,
this young lady's
is in perfect working order.
Her head was already bleeding when it hit the bag.
Uh, precisely.
Miss Sciuto will have to tell us exactly
what this blood spatter here is saying,
but, from what I can see in front of me...
You think she was beaten.
While she was in the car,
before it went over the ridge.
There are no skid marks.
Our simple accident...
may not be either one of those.
Hey.
Possible murder-suicide.
Get the car to Abby.
Car belonged to Lance Corporal
Chad Dunn.
He was driving.
Got it.
I don't know if anyone's ever told you this before, McGee,
but you are the most helpful person
when it comes to
clipboard-y type situations.
Thank you. I try.
So, anything else you need me for?
Yeah,
he hit it pretty hard.
Abby, you okay?
Abby, come on,
let's go.
How do you think it happened?
It crashed.
I know that, silly.
But what do you think happened?
You know, maybe the guy driving dropped
his ice cream on his shorts,
and bam, Luca.
Next thing you know,
his car is in the middle of a Chinese restaurant.
Mom said we're not supposed to play in the junkyard.
We're not playing.
We're investigating.
I'm going home.
Luca, Luca, Luca!
There was a kid in the car?
Someone wrote their name on it.
What's it say?
Can't read it.
It's too small.
Oh.
Where are you going?
How would you feel
if you were a little girl in a terrible wreck,
and then you had to live
without the bear you loved?
I'm gonna find her... and give it back.
But what if she died in the Chinese restaurant?
She didn't. Abby, how are you
gonna find her when you can't even read her name?
You watch.
Abby!
You look like you just saw a ghost.
Yeah.
Well, we talked about this, remember?
Ghosts aren't real.
I-I didn't see a ghost, McGee.
I just...
I was just thinking about my first case.
Wait... dead marine in the car wash.
No, no.
Not my first case
at NCIS, McGee.
My first case ever.
In my life.
When was that?
I was a kid...
And?
I don't want to talk about it, McGee.
I can't.
Did she say why she did not want to talk about it?
No, but she seemed pretty upset.
Kind of casework are you doing when you're a kid?
Old Man Jenkins robbed the cookie jar again.
Old Man Jenkins drained the swimming hole.
Who is this Jenkins, and why does he do
such horrible things?
I'm kind of worried about her.
Well, don't be, McGee.
I mean, Abby always finds a way to be happy.
Yeah.
I'm sure she's down there right now,
dancing a jig and teaching sign language
to a dog.
You got something against dogs, DiNozzo?
No, boss.
I love all canine beings.
Especially the dogs that you love.
Good. Give me an update. Go.
Lyla Cutwright.
She turned 19 last November.
Student at Hayworth Community College
in Virginia.
Last seen by her father
when he dropped her off at class yesterday.
Working theory is she was beaten
and then driven off the ridge by this guy.
Lance Corporal Chad Dunn.
Twenty.
Last seen leaving the marine barracks
on weekend liberty. C.O.?
Nothing but good things to say.
No signs of violence or depression.
Said Dunn was looking forward to a
transfer to Pendleton next month.
What's the connection
between the two? Uh, Cutwright's father
owns a dry cleaner in Quantico.
Lance Corporal Dunn's
father is a retired marine.
He was stationed at Quantico ten years ago.
Kids met over apple juice and graham crackers.
Went to grade school together for a year.
What's the connection between the two now?
Can't find one.
There's no evidence of any contact between them
since the fourth grade.
Uh, but there is one thing, Gibbs.
Uh, back when both fathers
were at Quantico, they were involved
in some sort of bar fight.
Details are sketchy, you can see for yourself.
But both men were charged
with disorderly conduct.
It's possible this whole thing's
over some old family beef.
Bring in the families.
Need everything you got, Duck.
Start at the top.
Uh, gladly, Jethro.
1891.
John William Lambert
smashed his gasoline buggy into a hitching post,
thus marking the first accident
in American history.
Hey, Duck, start at the top of this one.
Yeah, very well.
Lance Corporal Dunn.
His lack of a seat belt and ejection from the vehicle
makes for quite a laundry list.
Three broken ribs,
fractured femur and pelvis.
A myriad of contusions and abrasions,
and the coup de grace:
massive skull fracture.
Cause of death:
blunt force trauma.
Where his head hit the rock?
Yeah, the very same cause of death
as Miss Cutwright here.
However, as I suspected,
she was deceased before the crash.
Struck on the left temple
with some sort of blunt object.
Any idea what?
Well, I pulled some
fragments from the laceration.
Abby's testing them now.
Also,
she's testing some material that I took
from under her fingernails.
However,
the lack of defensive wounds,
I would hazard a guess
that this was a surprise attack.
Thanks, Duck.
Oh, be forewarned,
she is acting a bit strange.
Abby?
Mm.
Or I should say,
a bit stranger than usual.
It's not what it looks like.
Hm. What's it look like?
A mess.
But... but it's not.
The lance corporal's car, that was a mess.
But I have this system
with colors.
Abby?
Um, okay, we have a lot
to get through, so let's
get started.
Um, number one: am I okay?
Yes.
Um, number two: there was no DNA
under Cutwright's fingernails.
Number three: I tested the fragments
from her head wound,
and the murder weapon was made of chestnut.
Chestnut. It's a nice wood.
It's fairly rare.
Does anything here match?
Uh, no.
The weapon was probably ditched
somewhere before the crash,
because... wait, was I...
Was I on number four
or number five now?
Are you sure you're okay? Yes.
Let's just... let's get to the blood spatter evidence.
Um...
So, Cutwright was hit
on the left side of her head.
But she was facing out her window.
So her attacker was standing outside the car,
which means...
Means what?
Well, I don't know.
Why... why would Dunn
be standing outside of his own car?
Maybe he got out to get a weapon,
or... or maybe someone else hit her
and then Dunn was gonna try
to drive the car away, or...
I don't know.
I'm just...
Confused.
Yeah.
What are you making?
If I told you, that would ruin the surprise, and
surprises are the best 'cause your eyes get to pop out,
and you can see the world better...
Abby!
Okay.
Ready. Yay!
Give me your water.
Now, the water should work as a lens.
Mm-hmm.
And bend the light, so...
Look, Luca! It's bigger.
I can see the name. Whoa.
"Ricki Evans."
Do you know her?
Nope.
But somebody will.
Abbs?
Um...
Okay, Gibbs, you know what?
I'm... I am little tiny bit off today,
but I'm... I will be okay, I promise.
I need you to bring your A game.
Where are we going?
Who's in charge here?
Mr. Dunn, I just need you
to follow me to the conference room.
No, no, no. I'm done with the shuffling.
Look, I understand, but...
No, you don't.
First, they shuffle us up here.
Now you want to shuffle us somewhere else.
Now, I've got questions.
You can answer 'em right here.
Walter, let's just go where they...
What was she doing in my son's car?
There something I can help with?
This is Mr. and Mrs. Dunn,
Lance Corporal Dunn's parents.
This is Agent Gibbs.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Conference room's not open?
Oh, you people are amazing.
Look, if you're accusing my son of something,
how about you just stand there like a man and say it?
No one's accusing anyone of anything.
We're still looking for answers.
You want answers?
Take a look at that girl.
What was she doing in his car?
She had to have been up to something.
What do you mean, Mr. Dunn?
Walter?
How could this happen?
Your son killed my Lyla.
Stop it.
Hey! Walter!
- ...about my son. - Walk away!
Don't you ever talk about my son!
Walk away!
Now!
It's done. First, it's cut right.
Ten years after
duking it out the first time, they meet again,
hungry for blood, out for revenge.
Pride on the line.
So, boss...
This time, it's personal.
- I'm done. - According to Abby,
we're looking at
a third person swinging the murder weapon?
She doesn't know.
So, she's leaning
more toward the murder-suicide theory?
Doesn't know.
So, she doesn't know?
That's what I said, McGee.
Scott Cutwright and the Dunns
are ready to talk. Separate rooms.
Got blood? No, but
it is clear the feud started long before today.
You know what it's about?
Well, from what I see,
neither side wants to discuss it.
Boss, what do you think?
You take the Hatfields, I take the McCoy?
Got something, boss.
Last week, Lyla Cutwright
made a call to the local
police, lasted two seconds.
Oh, hung up before the call went through.
Lance Corporal Dunn also dialed an interesting number.
Called a disposable phone
the night before the crash was discovered.
Looks like he called it
multiple times over the last two days.
Find the phone.
Finding the phone.
DiNozzo, crime scene road.
Look for a murder weapon.
Ooh, boss. You know, Dorney loves this kind of stuff.
Really feeds off it.
Ziver, I got Hatfields, you got McCoy.
Let's go. Weapon's chestnut.
Ah, hell. Just look for something made out of wood.
That shouldn't be hard to spot...
in the woods.
You want some ice for that?
I want you to get to it.
Fair enough.
Can either one of you think of a reason
your son might want to hurt Lyla Cutwright?
No.
Mrs. Dunn?
I said no.
And I said, either of you.
Can you think of a reason?
I don't know why he'd want to hurt her.
She hasn't mentioned him in years.
Do you know that... for sure?
Do you know he killed her?
We're still investigating.
I'm sorry about that out there.
Walter has a temper.
Always did.
Maybe his son was the same way.
My son was a trained marine,
but Chad would never hurt anyone
unless he was defending himself.
She provoked him,
threatened him or something. It's not on him.
This altercation you had ten years ago-- what was it about?
No.
No, that's not the reason for this.
Besides their grade school, this is the only connection
we found between your daughter and Chad Dunn.
Mr. Cutwright, I need you to tell me what happened.
Cutwright is crazy.
His wife died, and he went crazy.
Walter. Meredith.
Let me finish.
He started saying things about
my family.
What kind of things?
Lies.
He didn't believe me.
Meredith Dunn and I...
we fell in love.
She wanted to leave Walter.
She was too afraid to tell him.
So you did it for her.
Yeah, I did.
He...
He beat the hell out of me.
Yeah. Yeah, we fought, we fought.
He was talking about my wife.
Your son know about the fight?
Everyone knew.
Everyone talked.
The kids--
they were affected.
Chad forgot about it in a week.
The fight was ancient history
to us, but Cutwright-- who knows?
The guy's crazy.
Mrs. Dunn?
Yes.
It was a long time ago.
I wrote her a letter.
When?
Last year.
I told her how I felt, and...
she wrote back, and we kept writing.
She was going to leave him this time.
Did Chad Dunn know?
I don't know.
But if he did,
I'm ripping his family apart.
Maybe he was trying to do the same thing to mine.
Chad Dunn didn't kill Lyla Cutwright out of revenge.
He didn't kill her at all.
At the time of the crash, I believe he was unconscious.
What is this?
This is a computer
simulation of the events
leading up to the crash.
No. What's this?
This is my A game.
And this
is our killer.
He strikes and kills Lyla Cutwright,
and then, he moves to the other side
as Dunn exits.
With his hand, the killer bashes Dunn's head
up against the car.
I found blood and hair transfer
from Dunn here.
The hit rendered him unconscious.
The killer then moves Dunn into the car,
and drives it off the ridge while he's running alongside.
Well, how does he push down on the gas?
Reenter the weapon used to kill Cutwright.
I found the same aluminum fragments
on the gas pedal as I did
in her head wound.
I thought you said
the weapon was made out of chestnut?
I did. That was a mistake.
I got my slides mixed up before.
But this is right.
It's aluminum, and it's on the back of paint flecks.
Abby, I got DiNozzo looking for the wrong thing.
I'm sorry. I was coming up to tell you,
and then that whole fight happened, and I got flustered.
Hey, hey, what's going on with you?
I made a mistake... Gibbs.
I'm sorry.
I'm not perfect, like you are.
Are you Ricki Evans?
I knew it! I-I mean,
I only knew 'cause this wrinkly guy--
um, he works at the mini-mart--
he told me that you lived here
because, uh...
I s...
I said I needed to know.
Today is my mama's funeral.
A car hit our car and drove away.
I... I found your bear.
I brought it back for you.
I can't keep it.
Why?
I'm only allowed to play with it
when I'm with my mom and grandpa.
My dad doesn't like that bear.
Hmm. How come?
'Cause Grandpa gave it to me.
Your dad doesn't like your grandpa?
I only visit my grandpa when I'm with my mom.
So... I guess
he can't really be my grandpa anymore.
Ricki?
Come on, baby, let's get you some lunch.
Get in the house now.
Said you got rid of that thing.
You lying to me now?
Who that girl you're talking to?
I'm gonna find her and give it back.
Ricki Evans.
I found your bear.
I can't keep it.
Guess... he can't really be my grandpa anymore.
Yeah, McGee.
Boss, I got a hit on the disposable phone.
What's the address?
Not what I pictured.
It doesn't look like a block
where a lot of disposable phones would live.
This guy the uncle of the lance corporal?
Cousin.
Brandon Singer. Purchased a phone
at a drugstore down the street.
Paid with a credit card.
This is his home address.
What else?
Well, haven't had time to dig up much, but,
apparently, he owns some sort of
alternative energy company.
So, when was the last time you saw your cousin?
What's going on?
Chad in some kind of trouble or something?
If you could answer the question.
Yeah, we were supposed to go hiking.
Chad called to cancel, said he had something else to do.
Why the disposable phone?
Yeah. I-I lost my phone a few days ago.
I was hoping it might show up.
You know her?
Son of a bitch, he did it.
Did what, Mr. Singer?
He's been talking about running off with her for months.
Her name's Lyla Cutwright.
She's Chad's girlfriend.
Hmm. You sure about that? Yeah,
they keep it quiet. Uh...
our families...
they don't exactly get along.
How long have they been together?
Six months? They hadn't seen each other
since they were kids, but then...
Chad, he found these, uh...
these letters that Lyla's dad wrote to his mom.
Love letters.
And he knew the guy owned a dry cleaners shop,
so he went there to confront him.
Lyla's dad wasn't there but, uh, Lyla was.
I swear to God, when you guys find him,
I'm gonna wring his neck.
There was an accident, Mr. Singer.
Your cousin and Miss Cutwright...
were killed.
I'm sorry.
Listen, I know this is difficult, but...
if you could tell us, did anyone else know
about their relationship?
Uh...
the more people that knew about it,
the more likely my Uncle Walter would find out.
Chad was afraid what his father might do if...
Good morrow, fellow humans.
You have a bushy tail this morning.
Thank you for noticing.
There's nothing like recharging the old battery
in the great outdoors.
No murder weapon,
but I...
I did find a little inner peace.
Where's the boss man? I'd... like to thank him.
Uh, he got here early.
He has been in with Walter Dunn for over an hour.
You think Dunn could be our guy?
It is possible. I saw his temper.
He could have seen his son with Lyla Cutwright
and then just... snapped.
Dunn said he didn't do it.
Well, does he have an alibi?
He said he was home with his wife.
And you believe him?
Well, I believe he's not
gonna say any different.
Is there anything we can do, boss?
Yeah.
Abby left a message-- she called in sick.
What kind of sick?
Boss, Abby hasn't called in sick in... Ever.
We can't get anybody in until tomorrow,
so we're gonna have to cover.
For Abby?
DiNozzo, Ziva,
see where she was with the evidence.
On it, boss.
McGee, Ducky's got new swabs
from the lance corporal.
We just may have the attacker's DNA.
Oh, no, no, no. No, boss.
Mass Spec is very loyal.
Maybe Abby'll work a half day.
I could come and back you up
in interrogation until she gets here.
No, no, no, no. I'm not going back in there.
You're not?
Thanks.
I want to thank you for being so kind to me, Agent Gibbs.
Eh, coffee isn't hard.
No, it's just, with everything that's going on,
I'm not sure I could handle hearing one more...
angry word.
It's understandable, your husband being upset.
Can I ask you what you're talking to him about?
I know you told us he was right,
that Chad didn't do this, but...
Chad and Lyla together...
I'm more interested in talking to you.
To me?
Why?
Because you're a good mother, Mrs. Dunn.
You put your son's needs ahead of your own.
Scott told you about our letters.
Well, if your husband didn't know about it before,
he knows about it now.
It doesn't matter.
The only thing that matters is that Chad is gone.
When he was a little boy...
he used to grab my hand whenever someone talked to him.
That's all I can think about.
All we want to do is keep 'em close.
Yeah.
The only way to protect Chad is to get justice for him.
What do you mean?
I need to know if your husband was with you at home
at the time of the crash.
Agent Gibbs,
I don't have an ounce of love left for the man,
but he didn't kill anyone.
Yes. He was at home with me.
Okay, moving on to box Y-14.
Item number...
0-2-2-3.
Jumper cables.
Green dash, purple star...
means it's been bagged but not yet inspected.
Well, it's been inspected now,
so mark it off.
Tony.
I'm trying.
How hard is it to make a check mark?
Well, the wrong color check mark in the Z-4 quadrant
and you got a whole mess
because everything gets lined up and then...
I sound a little like Abby, don't I?
She can fix it later.
It's weird doing this stuff without her, isn't it?
It's like going to a puppet show,
except all the puppets are just laying there on the stage...
just dead puppets.
Sorry.
Why are you sorry?
Just...
My father dies, and all of a sudden
you cannot talk to me about dead puppets?
I'm fine, Tony.
Why would anyone have
a nice notebook like this in their car
and never use it?
It's a "guy of import" accessory.
A what?
Yeah. 'Cause say you're a young guy, you know,
but you want to be taken seriously.
So what do you do? What do you bring with you to meetings
and interviews, even a coffee shop?
You're the guy with the leather-bound folder, baby.
Guy of import.
Coffee shop.
See what I'm saying?
That fresh air put the magic
right back in me.
Bank receipt for a cash withdrawal.
Why didn't McGee flag this already?
Mm. 15 grand for a lance corporal?
It's got to mean something.
Crap.
Boss. Sorry, I was just...
What do you got, McGee?
Well, I, uh... I was looking
through the Cutwrights' computer.
Nothing yet.
Um, I was just trying to...
Boss, I've got problems.
I tried calling Abby, but she's not picking up.
What did you do?
Well, I put the swabs from Dunn into Major Mass Spec,
and-and I thought I did everything right, but he...
I don't think he likes me.
He say something to you, McGee?
Well, when Abby runs it, it-it makes more of purring noise.
But all I'm hearing is a growl.
You know what?
Abby keeps an Abby's Lab for Dummies
around here in her office.
Got it.
Looks like she came out with a revised edition.
That you on the cover? Yep.
I always get the cover.
Abby...
she's the only one that can call you a dummy
and make you feel like you've won something at the same time.
Boss...
Find her.
And make sure she's okay.
I-22.
Choo-choo.
B-4.
And after.
Delores,
do you mind taking over for me for a minute?
Honey, I thought you'd never ask.
Okay.
B-2.
Buckle my shoe.
You're not an easy person to track down.
Didn't you just...
ping my phone?
Yeah. It was pretty easy.
I, um, just didn't know what to say when you walked up.
N-35.
Are you feeling any better?
I'm, um...
I'm not actually sick.
Yeah, I know. DOLORES: B-8.
At the gate.
Is this a... pep talk?
Guess it's not really going all that well, huh?
B-1. Well, we're kind of
in the middle of Four Corners here, so...
Bingo! Abby, listen.
We have a winner!
Gibbs is worried about you.
Everyone is. So am I.
But I don't know what to say unless you tell me what's wrong.
♪ It's been many long years
♪ Since I've seen her
♪ I got a letter...
Last thing I need are fingerprints on that window.
We're closed on Sunday...
like everyone else.
♪ And here's what she had to say... ♪
Where'd you get that?
Are you... Ricki's grandpa?
I am.
Who's asking?
I'm... I'm her friend,
and she's sad.
Her dad won't let her keep your bear.
♪ Oh, so meet me...
Well, there's nothing I can do about that.
Well, I thought maybe if you went to her house
and told her dad that you're sorry for whatever made him mad,
then maybe he would forgive you, too.
And you could all laugh and have a picnic,
and you could give Ricki back her bear.
I love Ricki.
I loved her mom.
But I can't go to that house.
But you haven't...
This is bigger than what you can understand.
Go on home.
♪ Never to return...
♪ To the place where it's been. ♪
Have the bad things been outweighing the good things
all these years,
and I just never noticed?
What do you mean?
All I ever wanted was to help people
with the truth, and I've done that, but then
bad still wins sometimes,
and then I just want to file it away
like it never happened
so I can go back to being happy.
There's nothing wrong with that.
Yes, there is, McGee,
because then sometimes the Cutwrights and the Dunns--
they just keep fighting no matter what the truth is,
and sometimes...
Ricki never gets to see her grandpa again.
If the bad outweighs the good,
then that means that I'm not enough.
Abby, listen to me.
No, I'm...
And if I'm not enough, McGee, then...
then why, why even try?
Um...
Wait, Abby.
Abby.
Talk to me.
Swabs from Dunn were a bust.
Receipt found in his folder was for 15 large.
Withdrawal happened last November.
But it was not made by the lance corporal.
Cash came from a trust fund account
set up for Lyla Cutwright
by her great aunt.
Cutwright gained access to it when she turned 19.
Account didn't show up with her other records
because it was closed before being linked to her name.
- Her father? - Had no idea
about the withdrawal, couldn't imagine why.
Found some job searches on the Cutwrights' home computer
that Mr. Cutwright
can't account for--
all for Oceanside, California.
Lance corporal was headed to Pendleton.
They weren't running.
She was gonna move with him.
Perhaps they were using the money
for a down payment on a house.
$15K in Oceanside?
Well, they tried for more.
Same week of Cutwright's withdrawal,
Dunn applied for a personal loan for $5,000.
Using available funds is one thing,
but applying for a loan--
I mean, what could have been so important?
Both of you, get me someone from the bank.
Hey, you talk to Abby?
Yeah, it didn't help.
He came in
with his girlfriend.
No, I remember him well.
Marine uniform, well-spoken, everything all organized
in a leather-bound folder.
I liked him immediately,
but I couldn't give him a loan.
Why not?
No credit history,
and on his salary I had doubts
about his ability to pay it back.
You know what he was looking to spend it on?
He said he and his girlfriend were on their own.
He wanted to make sure he could give her a good life.
They were so sweet to each other.
You know how some people just look
like they belong together?
$5K wouldn't go very far.
He said he was planning on investing it,
called it a great opportunity, but...
he showed me some paperwork.
I-It didn't look right.
Accounted for cash flow only,
no assets.
I told him to be careful,
but he said he trusted his contact.
Contact have a name?
No, but he did say
the company had something to do
with some kind of solar stuff.
Green energy.
We're gonna search your house.
I don't understand.
Have you heard of a warrant?
A warrant-- what for?
To search your computer, company books, files and statements.
The name Ponzi mean anything to you?
Are you going to arrest me?
Your cousin and Lyla Cutwright gave you
$15,000 for you to invest?
- Yeah. - Three months later
they never saw the returns you promised.
I told them I was going to get them some money.
Okay, I just needed...
What, more investors for you to con?
Lyla threatened to call the police.
What did you say to get her to hang up?
What does that mean?
I told her the truth, okay, I told 'em
I was going to get 'em some money.
Yeah, but you had no money to give so you killed 'em.
What?
No, no, no way.
You got me on the money thing-- okay, I did it--
but I would never hurt Chad.
Okay, he was family.
Yeah.
DiNozzo.
Yeah, boss, sorry.
Did I miss my cue?
I had a really good line, too, something like,
"I found an aluminum friend
in your Dumpster that begs to differ""
Anything you want to tell us
before we test it for blood residue?
Dear McGee,
I'm sorry I walked away from you.
I never leave my friends at bingo
until they've won a card.
Ricki, where you at?
Truck's packed up.
Come on, girl.
♪
What is it?
It's from a bear that I had when I was a kid.
I took it everywhere.
And then I loved it so much that it fell apart,
and this is all that's left.
Looks like you got the most important part.
That's what my mom said.
I was...
I was trying to write McGee an apology letter
and... I was going to start on one for you next.
I... Abbs, just tell me.
I'm trying to figure out a way
to... be okay with not being enough.
Enough what?
Enough good.
Well, then you're not counting the hit-and-runs.
The what?
The good kind.
You do something good now,
you're not always around
to see the difference it makes later.
I don't know, Gibbs.
Abbs, first day we met.
It was a Thursday--
70 degrees, mostly sunny.
What about it? What'd you give me?
I had Chinese food
and I gave you the fortune from my cookie.
Because?
Because I wanted it to be about you.
The fortune.
You kept it.
The things you do...
mean something to people.
♪
What's wrong?
I couldn't fix it.
Fix what?
Ricki will never see her grandpa again.
But you did good.
You gave her your rabbit.
She won't forget that, Abby.
She won't.
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