(door opens)
(door squeaks shut)
Hey, Bishop.
It's after midnight.
You okay?
No.
(chuckles)
Been, uh... driving around.
Didn't really want to go home to an empty apartment.
Really is a boat in here.
I thought Tony was just punking me.
Where's Jake?
Not really sure.
Said he was working.
You don't believe him?
I don't know what to believe.
Here, sit down.
You talk, I'll listen.
Uh...
It's Jake's work.
He won't tell me anything.
He can't.
(scoffs)
I hate the NSA.
He hides everything behind a veil of secrecy.
What's he hiding?
I think he's being investigated by Internal Affairs.
Why?
There's been a leak at the agency.
That's never good.
No.
Any wise words?
Bishop, do you understand the irony in all this, you asking me for marital advice?
Who else would I ask, Tony
The duo both chuckled at her suggestion, before Gibbs handed bishop tools to work on the boat for the rest of the evening.
