Lo and behold, the product of my insomnia!
- NCIS? That anything like CSI?
- Only if you're dyslexic.
Brief introduction: Now in its sixth season on CBS, NCIS is a spin-off of JAG and is the rare spin-off show that surpasses its predecessor in every way. NCIS stands for Naval Criminal Investigative Service, the branch of the government that investigates all major criminal activity which involves the US Navy or Marine Corps.
Wikipedia describes it as "being distinguished by its comedy elements, ensemble acting and character-driven plots." I find this so accurate that I'm not going to bother paraphrasing. I am not usually a big fan of anything can be even loosely described a "police procedural." Psych and Life on Mars (UK) are probably the only other exceptions I make to that rule. (And maybe Life... I'm becoming fond of that too.) But like just about every other show that I love, the characters are what makes NCIS so good. Their interaction and relationships, their humor and their flaws.
So the picspam begins with character introductions.
Good screencaps of this show are a little more difficult to find than some more popular shows, so I had to resort to more episode promotional stills than I would have liked, but hopefully the quoteage sprinkled in will help make my case.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs, played by Mark Harmon. NCIS Special Agent In Charge.
Former Marine Gunnery Sergeant. The heart and soul of the team.
Once a Marine, always a Marine.
Kate: Do people react that way because we're NCIS, or do you just have that effect on them?
Gibbs: I like to think it's me.
Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo, played by Michael Weatherly. NCIS Special Agent // Senior Field Agent.
Former Baltimore homicide detective. The resident smart-alec, movie buff and flirt.
Tony: Oh, I love Hawaiian shirts.
Ziva: I’m not surprised
Tony: It’s a cultural experience you couldn’t appreciate. Isn’t that right, Probie?
McGee: I wouldn’t be caught dead in one.
Tony: (gasps) It can’t be! Do you realize what we have here?
Ziva: Another ugly shirt?
Tony: It’s an authentic Magnum, P.I. Jungle Bird design. Hundred percent cotton, bamboo buttons, Made in Hawaii label! Come on, this is the Holy Grail of Aloha garments!
McGee: That’s great.
Tony: Eight seasons Magnum wore this shirt. Putting up with Higgins and those stupid dogs. Zeus! Apollo!
Ziva David, played by Cote de Pablo. Israeli Mossad assassin officer assigned to Gibbs' NCIS team.
You don't mess with her.
Ziva: Don't move. Drop your weapon! Or, if you'd prefer, I can shoot you in the spine. Would you rather be a para- or quadriplegic?
Caitlin "Kate" Todd, played by Sasha Alexander. NCIS Special Agent. Former US Secret Service Agent.
Joins the team in the pilot episode.
Kate: Please, we're stuck here together. Can we just make a pact? Until we're out, I won't make fun of all the stupid things you say, and you won't tell me any more film scenarios. Deal?
Tony: Deal.
Kate: Thank you.
Abby Sciuto, played by Pauley Perrette. Forensics specialist queen. Goth style, tattoos, bubbly personality and veins full of caffeine beneath her lab coat.
(Abby's probably my favorite. :)
Abby: I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence.
And here she is as Marilyn Monroe for Halloween. :)
Timothy McGee, played by Sean Murray. NCIS Special Agent / Junior Field Agent. The team geek and technical wizard. Affectionately (well, um, mostly) referred to by Tony as "Probie," which is short for Probationary Field Agent.
McGee: Did you ever stop to think that I might be the plucky comic relief?
Dr. Donald "Ducky" Mallard, played by David McCallum. Chief Medical Examiner, NCIS. Properly British, with a habit of talking to his "patients" and telling long, rambling stories about his "salad days."
Ducky: Unlike the living, when the dead speak, they do not lie.
Jenny Shepard, played by Lauren Holly. Director of NCIS.
Jenny: Do you think it would be inappropriate if, as Director, I went in there and slapped that smile off her face?
Abby: These things hold over 145GB of music. That's over 45,000 songs, Gibbs.
Gibbs: I only listen to five.
Abby: Five thousand?
Gibbs: No, five.
Tony: What good is it being an armed Federal agent if you can't drive fast?
Kate: You get to shoot bad guys.
McGee: Maybe he was accused of a crime he didn't commit and is trying to promptly escape to the Los Angeles underground.
Tony: He is not the A-team, McGee.
McGee: Did you ever share your personal computer with someone?
Abby: No, McGee! That's worse than sharing your toothbrush.
McGee: She seems unfazed.
Tony: Those are standard Mossad-style copy-machine assault tactics.
Tony: All right, listen up people. Our fugitive has been on the run for 90 minutes.
Ziva: It has been 3 hours, Tony.
Tony: Average foot speed over uneven ground, barring injuries, is 4 mph.
Ziva: He's not on foot, he's in a car!
Tony: What I need from each and every one of you is a hard target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, hen house, outhouse and doghouse in the area. Our fugitive has a name and it is...
Gibbs: Corporal Damon Werth.
McGee (to Tony): The Tommy Lee Jones speech? Every time we have a fugitive?
Ziva: There is a big chance that this is a set-up, Tony.
Tony: Are you scared?
Ziva: No... excited.
Tony: Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, boy who cried wolf and who must now suffer from periodontal disease for it. How may I help you?
McGee: Boss, he just said your mother has a smooth forehead. It's a Klingon insult.
Tony: You speak Klingon?
McGee: Not fluently, but yes.
Abby: This, is why I love you guys. You bring me hair, you bring me blood, you bring me fluids, and you bring me mercury! Predictable, yet constantly surprising!
Gibbs: We try.
Kate: He expressly told me to wait for his call.
Gibbs: I expressly don't give a damn.
Ziva / McGee: What're you doing here?
Ziva: I asked first.
McGee: Well, technically, Ziva, I think that if we were to put that to the test. you'd find that it was too close to call. (Pause.) But, since my parents raised a gentleman and yours raised a killer, I was defragging my computers.
Ziva: Liar.
Tony: I am a man of action, Kate.
Kate: More like an action figure.
Tony: Why, you want to play with me?
Kate: As in, you look good, but you can't really do very much.
Ziva: What's wrong with this picture?
McGee: You mean, beside Tony being here before us? And, actually working?
Tony: I can hear you, you know.
Tony: Is that a new perfume, Abby?
Abby: I made it myself. You like it?
Tony: Smells like gunpowder.
Abby: Sweet, huh?
Abby: I hereby accept your challenge. We will meet on the field at dawn. Weapons: Caffeine fueled intellect versus cold silicon based intelligence. Until then I bid you a good day, sir. (turns around to see Ziva and McGee behind her.) Hi.
Ziva: Hi. You talk to your Mass Spectrometer?
Abby: Yeah, sometimes. Why?
McGee: You challenged it to a duel.
Abby: Well, it spit out a chemical composition that I'm not familiar with. There has to be some sense of decorum around here.
Kate: Tony, I'm blown away. They gorgeous, and they're from Martha's Garden, my favorite florist. How'd you know?
Tony: Lucky guess.
Gibbs: He went through your purse and got the phone number off your PDA.
Ziva: The man is spick and Spam.
Tony: The saying is 'spick and span'. Spam is lunch meat.
Ziva: Oh. What exactly is 'span' then?
Tony: Span is.....I'll get back to you on that.
Tony: I am not riding in an elevator with anyone who doesn’t know who Gary Cooper was!
Ziva: Do you see what I see?
Tony: A crazy Israeli chick with impulse issues?
Gibbs: Mislaid your arms dealer.... that's gotta be embarrassing.
Ziva: Well it would not be the first time a murderer tried to throw us up that way.
McGee: Off. Throw us off.
McGee: Why would I give flowers to a dog that attacked me?
Abby: Maybe because dog is man's best friend, or maybe because I am a forensic scientist and I could boil you from the inside out and never leave a trace.
Abby: You guys okay?
McGee: Oh, yeah, we're peachy. I am dealing with my boat phobia, Tony is dealing with his rat phobia and Ziva is dealing with her ghost phobia.
Abby: So what's Gibbs dealing with?
Gibbs: Them.