Ncis 1-16 "Bete Noire" He’s not an American naval officer?

- They said he was a Royal Navy Commander.

- Which Royal Navy, Gerald? There are several of them.

- I assume British, Doc.

- The Swedes, Norwegians, Aussies, Kiwis, Saudis..they all have Royal Navies.

- Well, the EMT only said the embassy told them to bring him to NCIS for autopsy.

- Which embassy?

- Israeli.

- Israeli?

- That’s what they said.

- Why on earth would the Israeli embassy send us a foreign naval officer?

- That’s what I asked the EMTs that delivered the body, but they didn’t know either.

- Calls me down here in the middle of the night, doesn’t know which navy. Gerald, what does this look like?

- One of my gloves.

- What’s it doing in my drawer?

- I’m sorry, Doc. I must’ve put your gloves in my drawer. I’ll get it.

- No, no, I’ll do it. Gerald, unzip that body bag and find out with which navy our guest sailed. Don’t recognize the uniform? I’m not surprised. The royal navies of the world wear almost identical uniforms. In fact, during World War 2, British Naval officers whose ships went down in the Channel, passed themselves off in Antwerp as German submariners who… Good God.
- Shut off the lights. And return. Is the video camera on?

- Sorry, Doc.

- It’s all right, Gerald. I looked at it, too.

- How do you alert visitors when conducting an infectious autopsy?

- We hang a decomposing body in the corridor.

- A sense of humor under duress. That’s an admirable quality, Doctor. However, when I ask a question, I want a truthful and immediate answer. So each time you lie, or I suspect you lie, I will put a nine-millimeter hollowpoint slug into one of your assistant’s ball and socket joints. If you doubt me, I can demonstrate.

- That won’t be necessary. May I make a request?
- You would rather I put the slug in you.

- Yes.

- A lit red sign in the corridor.

- Gerald, the sign, please. Just a moment. Also, lock the doors, bring me a set of greens and breathing gear.

- What is it you want?

- In due time, Doctor…

- Mallard.

- Like the famous English A-4 steam locomotive.

- Most people think of waterfowl.

- The Mallard ran between London and Edinburgh for decades. In 1938, it attained a speed of over 200 km an hour.

- 202.

- You never had a nightmare?

- Uh-uh.

- Not even as a kid?

- Nope. No fear of the dark or a boogie man in my closet.

- Me, neither, but the vampire on the canopy of my bed freaked me.

- You had a canopy bed?

- I was 5, my mother was into Louis 15. It wasn’t my call, Kate.

- Does she still frighten you?

- My mother?

- The vampire.

- What makes you think it was a she?

- Vampires are seducers…knowing you, Tony, it had to be female.

- Well, she was after my blood, not the pride of my childhood.

- You were proud at 5?

- She finished the story, trucked me in, blew out the candles. My mother thought candlelight enhanced the Trompe L’Oeil.

- Canopy beds, Trompe L’Oeil, flickering candles. No wonder your bête noir was a vampire.

- Bete noir. Cute.

- Goes with the Louis 15 bedroom. So, what would happen?

- Forget it.

- Forget what?

- Oh, Tony’s bête noir.

- It’s French for…

- Nightmare. I do crossword puzzles, too, Dinozzo.

- Actually, my mother taught me nightmare in French was…

- Your father teach you how to report?

- Oh-ho, yeah…during cocktail hour, while I was pouring his Macallan 18… three fingers, one ice cube… you know, I had to report in about my day at school and just give him a sort of… We bagged and tagged everything in Qassam’s room. Wasn’t much there. Koran, prayer rug, fast-food wrappers. This guy took home from work, didn’t even empty his trash. He had sinus problems, bad breath.

- Yeah, probably because he didn’t brush his teeth. There was no brush or toothpaste in his bathroom.

- Just aspirin, sinus spray, and breath freshener.

- Did you swab for explosives?

- Computer?

- Not even a Gameboy, boss.

- He didn’t have a TV, Tony.

- Gameboy’s handheld, Kate… you’re thinking about Xboxes, PS2’s…

- Well, I’m thinking of kicking some ass. Gitmo intel said Qassam was to execute a terrorist attack on the Naval base at Norfolk. He’s in no shape to tell us how or when. His computer might.

- No computer.

- What about the food court where he worked?

- Just keyboard with pictures. Burgers, malts, fries. Not exactly cyberspace- friendly, boss.

- Hey, he could have used an Internet Café. I’ll check Little Creek and his neighborhood.

- I should have thought of that.

- Well, you’re more, you know, Smurf than alpha geek. So am I, according to Agent McGee.

- You’re right, Dinozzo.

- I am?
- Hell, I mean, I still use a notebook and pencil instead of….a PDQ.

- It’s a PPA. You can call them Palm Pilot…

- It doesn’t matter what I call it if I can’t use it.

- I’ll teach you.

- You’ll teach me? McGee teaches you? You teach me? It’s backwards. God, I need coffee.

- What was that all about?

- Gibb’s bête noir.

- Right ventricle, left atria. You haven’t done an autopsy.

- It was late…I was due to autopsy today.

- Then you best place him on the table. Did you draw blood last night?

- Yes.

- No.

- Yes. Are you a… pathologist?

- Where is the lab?

- One floor up, directly above us.

- There’s a stairwell outside to the left you can use.

- Not the elevator?

- I assume you’d think that too risky.

- Is it an emergency stairwell?

- Surveillance camera?

- You tried to trick me, Dr. Mallard.

- That wasn’t a condition.

- It is now.

- Ducky. You’re in early.

- Abby, turn down the babble.

- Babble? You love Android Lust.

- Not distorted b a speaker phone.

- Ducky, you’re such a purist. What’s up?
- I need the evidence Gerald delivered last night.

- Oh. Good luck. I haven’t even had my morning sprinkles yet.

- I didn’t ask for the results. I need it all back, including the blood.

- What are you gonna do with the blood?

- Abby, just get it down here.

- Wow. Did you get up on the wrong side of the autopsy table?

- Sorry… I have a theory to test.

- Wanna share?

- Not quite yet.

- ok. Send Gerald up.

- He’s busy. You’ll have to bring it down here.

- Ducky, you know I can’t do that.

- Abby, I don’t have time to deal with your necrophobia.

- I am not necrophobic. Dead bodies don’t freak me out, autopsy does. Ducky, please don’t ask me to do this.

- You don’t have to enter Autopsy. In fact, you can’t…we ‘ve opened an infectious body. Leave it at the door.

- I can’t even press the down button on the elevator anymore.

- Get Gibbs to do it. Stat.

- Am I to believe that?

- Well, Abby, who is unfazed by the most gruesome of forensics, recently had a nightmare…. Sine then, she has not set foot in Autopsy.

- Gerald…is that true?

- She hasn’t been down for quite a while.

- A code word could have triggered that absurd conversation.

- Abby and I are not special agents, we’re forensic scientists. We do not use code words. Surely, you understand the power of phobias.

- Butterflies.

- Sorry?
- I fear butterflies.

- Good. Well, not good that you have a phobia, but good that you understand that not a word I said was coded to alert Abby.

- Who’s Gibbs?
- Gibbs is the only other person Abby has told of her phobia. He’s also the one person she’d turn to for help.

- Is he a special agent?

- ok.

- A bit over 2 years.

- He was a miler at Eton. Still recalls all of his races in great detail.

- Your sense of humor seems to be contagious, Dr. Mallard.

- I’m afraid Gerald took you literally. I have a way of going on about my salad days. He associated “quick on my feet” with my stories of the playing fields of Eton.

- Do you believe Wellington actually said that?
- Probably not, but… most Etonians love to think he did.

- Are you lost, Gerald?

- Very good. Stick around the doc long enough, and you pick up a lot of trivia.

- Trivia?

- As much as I’d enjoy that, I have to decline. So you believe this… Abby, was it?

- Abby Sciuto.

- Abby Sciuto has really developed an autopsy phobia? Truthfully… I think your shoulder would prefer that.

- I never figured anyone who slept in a coffin could have a phobia, but… it's the kind of kinky thing Abby would get.

- She slept in a coffin?

- She’s Goth.

- Where’s Gibbs?

- With the director. You ok?

- Where’s Tony?

- The head. What’s wrong, Abby?

- Ducky needs all this evidence back in autopsy.

- Before you’ve tested it?

- Yeah.

- Yeah. I can’t go down to Autopsy.

- Why?

- I had this dream, like, a month ago, and ever since then, Autopsy scares the hell out of me. Why are you laughing?

- Tony’s afraid of autopsy, too?

- No. Dreams of vampires.

- Oh. I dig vampire dreams.

- Oh, Tony sure doesn’t.

- Well, that’s silly.

- Oh, but fear of going into Autopsy, which you’ve done your entire career, isn’t?
- Of course it is, but it doesn’t change anything. I can’t even take the elevator to the basement anymore.

- Wow.

- So you want me to take this evidence down to Ducky?

- Would you?
- Yeah, of course.

- ok, you have to sign, to maintain a chain of evidence.

- Right.

- Oh, and, Ducky’s doing an infectious autopsy.

- On who, the terrorist?

- Don't know. He just said leave everything outside the door.

- Well, Qassam’s the only body in Autopsy. Why would Ducky think he was infectious if you hadn’t done a blood test?

- I don’t know.

- Autopsy. Yeah, I knew you could do it. See you in 10 minutes, Abby.

- Why didn’t you use the speaker phone?

- Oh, sorry. I didn’t think. I always pick up my phone.

- I thought the safest way to apprehend him was a routine trunk check at the Little Creek gate. The security guard opening his trunk had his weapon pulled. Qassam saw it in his side-view mirror, realized the check was anything but routine and…

- And he pulled his weapon, and you had to take him down.

- Yes, sir…I gave him every chance…

- I’ll read all about it in your incident report, Jethro. What I’m interested in at the moment is how a terrorist got a job on the base.

- Fast-food workers are vetted by their employers, sir.

- Unbelievable. What was he planning on doing, besides serving burgers and fries?

- I have no idea, sir. I was hoping to get some help from Gitmo or Bahrain on that.

- Qassam’s passport, student visa, and Social Security card were all forged in Mexico. Same errors as papers on an Al Qaeda we caught at the border.

- Getting forged documents in Mexico doesn't make him Al Qaeda.

- I got the lead on Qassam from an Al Qaeda detainee.

- Why don’t you think he’s Al Qaeda, Agent Snyder?

- Yasir Qassam was born in the Gaza Strip. His parents were killed during the Second Intifada when their home was shelled. His brother Saleem was recruited by Hamas as a shahid…a suicide bomber. This tape aired on Al Jazeera after Saleem blew himself up along with nine Israeli civilians on a bus in Jerusalem. Saleem is reciting the usual martyr rhetoric, but he dedicates his death to avenge the blood of his father and mother. I believe Yasir used his real name on forged documents because he was a Hamas shahida like his brother.

- Maybe he wanted to make sure that he got the 70 virgins, instead of some Muslim with an alias he used.

- Shahidas are like our sports stars to Palestinian kids. Qassam could’ve used his real name to be famous in Gaza.

- Exactly. It doesn’t make sense that he would die on an Al Qaeda mission in the States. He’d wanna kill Israelis.

- Hamas or Al Qaeda… what was he trying to do?

- All I know is that Qassam was key to a planned suicide mission at Norfolk.

- I’ve nothing to add, Director.

- Think of something. Well?

- Daniel Snyder’s a good agent, sir. I’d trust his instincts.

- Hamas has never attacked targets on US soil for fear of losing financial support from pro-Arab Americans.

- How can you support any group that lets their children blow themselves up?

- Their leaders say that suicide bombers are all they have to fight with.

- Sir, when Hamas leaders start blowing themselves up, I’ll consider it.

- There’s a way to overcome this. Oh, really? How? Group therapy. How many people have a fear of autopsy? You’re gonna be a group of one. Lots of people wouldn’t be caught dead in an autopsy room. Very funny. Maybe hypnotism. Remember Dr. Wertzer’s class? You still don’t know what he made you do under hypnosis. Whatever it was, I woke up feeling refreshed… in his office…a day later.

- Abby?

- Yes?

- I was having an internal debate.

- Who’s winning?

- I’m not sure. Oh, hell, the phobic side.

- Still can’t enter Autopsy?

- No.

- What?
- Don’t look at me. He wouldn’t say why. He just wanted everything back, including the blood.

- Including the blood?
- Yeah, it’s a bit weird… there’s no way to do a blood test in Autopsy.

- Gerald pick it up?

- Stat?

- Hey, boss. What’s up, Abs?

- Something’s…

- Hinky?
- Tony, get Autopsy on the plasma.

- Huh?

- Autopsy. TV. Now. Why would Ducky say stat?

- Medical emergency…but what is a medical emergency in Autopsy?

- All I’m getting is snow.

- You can leave it there.

- You have to sign.

- What? I can’t open the doors with you there.

- What’s the infection?

- Don’t know yet. Pustule on his thigh. May be nothing. I’ll sign, cross my heart.

- I beat my phobia.

- Yes.

- When did lab rats start carrying SIG-Sauers?

- Punch up Autopsy, Receiving and stairwell cameras, then the building floor plans.

- On it, boss.

- Gibbs for Director. Abby, Ducky sound funny?

- Kind of tense, like when a test result isn’t what he expected.

- Director, we may have intruders in Autopsy. Possible hostage situation.

- We got an ambulance outside Autopsy Receiving, boss.

- Yes, sir, I think we should alert HRT, and open a command center in MTAC. Aye, aye, sir.

- Oh, God, I should be down there.

- Tony, where’s my floor plan?

- Coming up.

- ok. Get me two agents in Receiving, two in the elevator here. Go to TAC-One.

- TAC-One.

- Abbs, how do I rotate this thing?

- Just tell me what you need.

- Your lab and Autopsy. All entrances and exits. Give me a 360..keep going. Keep going, keep going, go, go, go, stop. Right there. What’s this, right here?

- My gas chromatograph.

- Can it be moved?

- Yeah.

- Got it.

-Agents on their way. We taking the basement stairwell?

- Yeah.

- Give it back and I’ll demonstrate.

- Ever fire it in anger?

- I would love to right now.

- Did you shoot Qassam? Did you put that double tap in his heart?

- She didn’t shoot him.

- Who did?

- Special Agent Gibbs.

- Ducky.

- That name rings a bell, Dr. Mallard.

- Don’t answer this bastard.

- You mustn’t chastise the good doctor, Caitlin, at least not until you know my rules.

- I don’t play by terrorist rules.

- Who says I’m a terrorist? Doctor, is this all the evidence?

- From what I can see from here. Gerald?
- It looks like all of it.

- Caitlin, you may roll over now, if you keep your hands where they are.

Did Special Agents search Qassam’s room? Where is the evidence that was bagged and tagged? Doctor, please explain the rules to stubborn little Caitlin.

- If we lie, or he thinks we’re lying, he’ll put a bullet in one of Gerald’s joints.

- Be specific. Ball and socket joints. And you omitted one condition.

- I did?

- Oh, yes. We mustn’t try to trick him.

- Which you tried to do, Caitlin, by saying you beat your phobia.

- Well, she didn’t know the rules.

- But you did, Dr. Mallard, and you joined the ruse by calling her Abby.

- Autopsy’s dark. Who did you get to back us?

- Pacci? Gibbs. You in place?

- Affirmative. Ambulance is empty. Elevator door is closed. You want us to enter?

- Negative. Hold you position. Balboa?

- Disable the bell. Go down to Autopsy. Do not open the doors.

- Roger.

- I’m going to MTAC.

- We got a hostage situation, don’t we, boss?

- Time to make a phone call.

- Yeah.

- Don’t worry, son. I’ll take care of you.

- You seem like such a bright young woman, and that’s all you can say?

- You….bastard.

- Kate, Kate, Kate, my medical bag, over by the desk on the floor. That’s all right, Gerald, hang on. I’ve got morphine.

- I would dislike having to put a slug into Gerald’s knee, as well.

- Gibbs, Dinozzo. Kate just ran past the doors inside Autopsy. She just ran back again.

- I read you, Tony. Stand by.

- No video from Autopsy.

- It’s looking like a hostage situation, Director. 3 of our people… Dr. Mallard, his assistant, Gerald Jackson, Special Agent Kate Todd. Unknown number of dirt bags.

- Well, let’s find out. Start tape.

- Yes, sir.

- Answer the phone, Doctor.

- You answer it. I’m trying to stop this bleeding. Give him the morphine.

- Where?

- In the thigh, right through the cloth.

- Yeah.

- Kate, come here, come here. Throw that away. Come here, come on. Put pressure on here. If the blood seeps through your fingers, then push harder - Autopsy.

- Ducky, what’s with the infectious autopsy?

- Purely precautionary.

- That why you took the evidence back?
- Yes. Sorry. I’m..I’m really busy.

- Hey, is Kate there?

- No. She left a few minutes ago.

- ok. You let me know when I can come down. You got me curious.

- I can’t wait to weigh your liver.

- Unknown male in Autopsy. Wearing greens. Medium build and height.

- Copy.

- The FBI Hostage Rescue Team will be on site in 7 minutes. We need an eye in Autopsy.

- On it.

- How’s he doing?

- I’m fine.

- The bleeding’s stopped. That’s good.

- Yes and no. Correct, Dr. Mallard?

- I had to clamp his axillary artery to stop it.

- Which means Gerald will lost his arm if the artery isn’t repaired and the blood flow restored soon.

- Ducky, can’t you do that?

- This is an autopsy room, not an ER. No, I can’t. I’m sorry. I mean, he’s going to need a fully-equipped room and staff.

- Which he will get as soon as I’m out of here. So, where is the evidence collected in Qassam’s room?

- The Lock-up.

- Which is…?

- Same way I came in?

- I don’t know how you came in.

- In a body bag.

- Same way you’re going out.

- Is it the same garage?

- No. The evidence locker is in the garage next to Forensics. Above us.

- Oh, God, Gerald. I should be in there.

- Feed it into MTAC. Hey, maybe you’re not there, Abby, because you are needed here. Go.

- One intruder?

- That’s all I see, sir. Zoom in. Guess he knows we’re on to him.

- Doctor, Caitlin, put Qassam in the body bag. Now, please. Soon, they’ll be calling to negotiate your release.

- We don’t negotiate with terrorists.

- Caitlin, when you get to know me better, you won’t call me that.

- I have no intention of getting to know you better.

- Are you sure?

- HRT Leader Horowitz. What do you got, Gibbs?

- A terrorist is holding three of our people hostage in Autopsy. One of the hostages is wounded. We’re here. This is Autopsy. There are three exits…Elevator, staircase, receiving. I have Special Agents at all three, and they’re on TAC-One. Balboa, bring the elevator to Level Three for HRT.

- Three, Receiving.

- Pacci, Dinozzo, replacements are on the way. Stairwell and elevator’s on the other side of the staircase. Your Team Three will have to access Receiving from the alley.

- ok, let’s hit it, gentlemen, move.

-Hang on a second. These hostages are our people. I’m in charge here, understood?

- Understood. Let’s move out.

- This is video frame of the man holding our people hostage.

- Nice smile.

- I’m sure. But do you recognize him?

- I just meant that I would remember it, sir, and I don’t. The detainee who gave up Qassam might be able to identify him.

- I’m sorry, Director, I was on with Tel Aviv. Did Qassam work at Little Creek?

- He did.

- There’s our Hamas connection. The Israelis are training at Little Creek on Hurricane boats.

- I should have known that, sir.

- See if Tel Aviv can identify him. Apparently, our hostage taker is Hamas, but what’s he after?

- Negotiator, Arkin, Director. If you’ll open up a phone line to him, I’ll find out.

- I already know, sir. He’s here to retrieve Qassam’s body and blood.

- Blood?

- Hamas doesn’t want us to know they had an infected terrorist serving burgers and fries to American and Israeli sailors.

- Get me CDC. Infected with what?

- There’s typhoid, anthrax, smallpox. It could be any number of diseases with high…

- Kate and I have been exposed.

- Maybe not.

- I need all the evidence I signed in this morning, Charlie.

- What?
- The evidence I signed in, now. Why haven’t we been exposed?

- If Qassam was infectious, the attack would have been successful. No need to send a cleaner to keep us from finding out.

- Maybe they wanted to delay our isolating exposed sailors to induce an epidemic.

- So sick. Well, it is.

- One of you has to sign for that.

- Don’t wash.

- Qassam would not have infected himself until he got a job on base. He would’ve carried the virus on something that’s here.

- How long was Qassam slinging burgers?

- 8 days.

- That’s good news. Usually it takes longer than that to become infectious.

- Usually?

- ok, I’m gonna start testing.

- Not until we get duplicates to give him. We’re not giving him the virus back.

- Well, the pharmacy will have the aspirin, the nasal spray, the breath freshener. And the nearest place to get the tae… would be… the Tea Peddler. 2788 Connecticut Avenue. Now can I get started?

- How long do you think it would have taken me to find the nearest tea shop?
- An hour sooner than me?
- I regrettably had to demonstrate the consequence of not obeying my orders. The man I shot is in danger of losing his arm.

- Well, then, it’s important you let…

- When all evidence collected from Qassam’s room is in my hands, you may have the wounded man.

- I’ll need the approval of the NCIS Director before I can…

- He’s standing next to you. Nod yes to the Negotiator, Director Morrow.

- You have a deal. Now, can we talk about releasing…

- You have ten minutes.

- No, we need more…

- Kate… No. He wants you to try.

- Dr. Mallard thinks that you were daring me to pick up this knife.

- The proper term is a dissecting tool.

- You didn’t answer my question. You just wanted another excuse to shoot Gerald, didn’t you?

- I had no intention of shooting Gerald again, Caitlin. I did, however, wanna see if I was right about you.

- Next time, I’ll be quicker.

- Oh, don’t you wonder why you weren’t now?
- Could you give me a go?
- I think not, Doctor. You would kill me without hesitation. I do, however, think you would regret it. Now… we have work to do, if we’re all to survive this day.

- It’s definitely a variola smallpox. That’s good news, because it’s not a flat or hemorrhagic smallpox, which is always fatal.

- Where did you find it?

- “Up your nose” had special meaning for this guy.

- That’s good work, Abby.

- Hostage taker calling.

- Hello. I don’t know your name.

- Is Special Agent Gibbs there?

- I don’t know who that is.

- I’m here.

- I thought you might be. You’ve seen me on video. My turn to see you.

- Looking forward to it.

- Come alone… unarmed. And don’t forget Qassam’s things.

- Got it all bagged and tagged, boss. Aspirin, Breath freshener, nasal spray and tea. Qassam drank a wimpy Darjeeling from northwestern Kashmir. I prefer the darker, more robust flavor of tea from the Brahmaputra area in northeast India, where they actually take the leaf and they rake it with a small…

- Tony?

- Yeah, boss?

- Yeah. I don’t like you going down there unarmed and solo.

- No choice. Besides, I need you outside Receiving. Team One? Gibbs. Elevator to level three.

- By the time we get down from Receiving, it’ll be over.

- This guys’ not a suicide bomber. He has an escape plan. Maybe to get out the same way he came in. I want someone I know there.

- That’s the same as saying someone you trust? Someone you can depend on?

- I tested everything. The nasal spray was the only viral container.

- Thanks, Abbs.

- Your best man? I don’t think best man was the right thing to say to someone who’s been married thrice.

- You worried?

- Oh…no.

- Yeah. Me, too.

- You’re older than I expected.

- Where are the other hostages?

- Box on the floor. Your hands on top of your head. Then you turn around and walk back to the door.

- Not without Gerald.

- He won’t leave here at all unless you put the box on the floor, your hands on your head, turn around…

- Turn around… and walk back to the door. Older doesn’t mean deaf. You want out of here alive?

- I’m sure Gerald does.

- I think you do, too. That’s why… very slowly now… I’m going to reach into this box and take out of here with two fingers exactly what you want. Surprise. You failed. Mission over. The real smallpox virus is on its way to CDC. You wanna talk about whether you live or die?

- I have a shot.

- Negative. Too risky through glass.

- How far were you from Qassam when you shot him?
- I don’t know.

- You measured it for your incident report.

- 37 feet and a few inches, give or take.

- Oh. You’re a very good shot.

- I would love to demonstrate.

- Funny. Special Agent Todd said the same thing.

- Where is she? And the doctor?

- Would you truly like to demonstrate?

- Yep.

- Agent Todd’s SIG-Sauer is in the box to your left. The clip is from the SIG-Sauer. Untampered. All live rounds. Pick it up.

- Why not?

- Target’s down. I got him. Over here.

- Boss? Boss? Hey, boss. Listen, don’t try to sit up. Don't… sit up. EMTs will be here any minute. It’s a through-and-through. Nothing vital.

- I get him?

- Yeah, you got him.

- I’ve got to get down there.

- Well, you were right, boss. He had an accomplice in HRT gear inside the Receiving elevator. Shot both the HRT guys before I nailed him. One of them is dead. The other’s gonna make it.

- Where are Kate and Ducky?

- Right there. He had them in the body cooler.

- How did you get him, Gibbs?

- I didn’t.

- The way he escaped was always his backup plan. He just needed someone he could count on to shoot him in the chest, to trigger the assault. Gibbs figures he was wearing a bulletproof vest all along.

- He was. I felt it.

- You felt it? Well, how close did you get to feel it? Close enough to touch him… with your hands, or did you touch him with… ?

- Close enough to stab him with a knife in my hand.

- And you didn't?

- Stockholm syndrome?