NYPD. Some detective from robbery shows up asking Carter if she's been seeking out some mystery man, and she gets sassy with him, all "Yeah, what's it to you?!" Instead of returning her sass by leaving and not helping her out, he tells her that her guy's prints were at a robbery scene yesterday and shows her footage of JC grabbing the guard's gun -- saving his life. She notices the robbers are carrying military radios, and says they're Special Forces. Which means her mystery guy fits right in, and could be their inside man. She asks the detective if she can keep this DVD. She's so obsessed with JC, she'll settle for black and white security footage of the back of his head as he lies on the ground.
JC lets Bench know he gets to meet the team tonight. He shows up at Latimer's bar, which is hopping this night. Latimer nods his direction, and Joey leads him outside. The others put a bag over his head, throw him in a chimo van and drive away. They take him somewhere more private, and run down what they've found on him. JC's prepared, because his ID apparently checks out, and his cell phone calls are all to takeout places, a couple from Jarheads in San Diego, and his last call is from Latimer. Joey points a gun at JC's head, and he wonders what this is about since Latimer told them to make him part of the team. Joey says they were also told to put a bullet in his head if they didn't trust him, and right now they don't. JC says that's fine, but the 107 trusted him back in 2005 in Tikrit, and he trusted them. They ask how he knows they were 107, and he says the big fella's got it tattooed all over his arm. Joey drops his weapon, and they all nod at each other. After this hazing, JC gets to join the frat. They give him a new phone, since they smashed his old one, and tell him he doesn't call them; they call him. And, after that, he loses that phone.
JC's with Bench at the Library pontificating about what it takes to kill someone in battle versus killing someone back home and up close. It takes a different sort, and Joey isn't one of them. If Joey's the target, Bench wonders who's gunning for him: one of the gang, one of the women. And Bench wonders why Joey's such a mess anyway, since he's got a job, a great service record and a pretty woman. But he's throwing it all away and could end up in prison or dead. JC acknowledges Bench is right, but adds with the slightest hint of a grin (and a personality) that, "Not every ex-soldier meets a reclusive billionaire." I'd wager most don't, in fact. Bench grants him that, but wants to know who's going to be firing the bullet that Joey's bad choices are leading him toward.