A\N: My take on what could have happened during The Bank Job. This story is going to be relatively short, with little snippets of each characters point of view.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS: Los Angeles.


Sam Hanna.

He had a GSA Class 6 fireproof safe drilled to the floor in his den, hidden under false wooden panels. It was where he kept his most prized possessions. If he could have it his way, he would find some way to protect the people he cared about as well as that safe protected his sacred belongings.

But the world did not work that way.

He could not put someone in a safe. They would run out of air and then probably sue. He could, technically, put someone in a house and tell them that they couldn't leave because someone was out to kill them. But that would be in rather bad taste. Besides, he had fairly unique skills. He was a Navy seal, after all.

He would protect people the way that he had always protected them. With a badge and a gun.

"Okay," he sighed, looking sideways to the woman in the passenger seat, "Time to dial in the Kensi charm."

"Yeah," she said unenthusiastically, unbuckling her seatbelt. "Always me with the charm."

He didn't say anything. There was something—something he did not like—growing in the pit of his stomach. He pushed the feeling away. Because if he had doubts, then fate would find some cruel way to make them a reality. "Jelly bracelets," he noted with a small smile. The multicolored rings hung snugly around her right wrist.

"For good luck," she smiled to herself, giving them a little shake.

There was an uneasy silence that passed between them.

"Okay," he said, nodding his head. She nodded back, locked eyes with him for a split second, and then slid out of the car. He watched her walk towards the Certified National Bank building.

Pressing his ear slightly, he said, "Okay, Eric, Kensi's going in."

"Alright, Sam. Accessing the bank cameras now."

She took the steps two at a time, and the foreboding feeling churned in his stomach again. His spine started to tingle when she paused and looked back towards him in the car. She needed confidence. He gave it to her.

Nodding, he flashed a small, comforting grin.

She watched him, licked her lips in a nervous habit he had noticed and walked towards the bank doors. She disappeared into the building. It's just a job, he thought to himself. Just another job. She's in and out. One and done. It'll be fine.

They had a plan. A plan that they had gone over a number of times. It was flawless. But no matter how many times they practiced or rehearsed, nothing compared to the real thing.

In his ideal world, everything would go as planned.

But this was reality, and he would soon be painfully reminded of that fact.