BLYE. K.
Los Angeles Alley
Kensi dug through the trash in the dank ally trying to find something decent to eat. It had been 3 days since she had a full stomach and her hands were shaking. Finding a half eaten sandwich she moved into a dark alcove in the side of the building and sat down, eating what remained of the sandwich before pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, trying to warm up. Her clothes were wore down and provided little warmth even in the Southern California winter. She felt nothing but hate in her heart. Hate for the people who took her father, and her innocence with him, away, hate for being on the streets like she was. In the summer it wasn't too hard but in the dead of winter she was struggling. She heard footsteps come down the alley way and the light of a flashlight shine around.
A large figure turned and looked into the alcove, shining the light at her.
"Found her" The man turned his head down the alley and yelled out.
"Go away!" Kensi said to him. He lowered the flashlight and she found he wasn't a cop. There goes the spending the night in jail She thought to herself.
A smaller figure stepped into view. "You are a very difficult person to find, Miss Blye." The short woman said.
"Leave me alone!" She yelled out.
"I am here to help you, Miss Blye. You can come with me or you can stay here on the streets. The decision is up to you." The woman said, matter-of-factly.
Kensi thought for a moment before realizing that she had nothing left to lose. She had already lost her father, the one person who mattered the most to her. She had a bitter falling out with her mother and even before her father's murder she wasn't close after the divorce.
"What happens if I go with you?" Kensi asked.
"I get you back on your feet and give you the opportunity of a life time." The woman replied.
Kensi sat silent and then nodded. She stood up as the woman nodded to the man. "Please bring the car around, Jason." She said.
"Yes, ma'am." He said as he walked down the alley.
"I supposed I should introduce myself. My name is Henrietta Lange, but you can call me Hetty." The woman said with a smile.
A sedan pulled around and Jason stepped out and opened the back door for them. Kensi climbed, grateful for the heat and Hetty slid in next. Jason got back in the driver seat.
"Home, please" Hetty said to Jason, who nodded and started driving.
Lange Home
Jason pulled the car into the drive way of a large house and opened the door for them. Hetty stepped out and Kensi followed her. Hetty turned to Jason.
"That will be all for tonight. Have a good night, Jason." She said
"You as well, Ma'am. Call me if you need anything." He said
"I will. Thank you." Hetty said as Jason got back in the car and drove off.
"You must be filthy rich to have your own driver." Kensi said
"I've known Jason for many years. I trust him. And in my line of work, trust is a valuable commodity" Hetty said as she opened the door and beckoned Kensi inside.
A woman walked up to them as Hetty closed the door.
"Welcome home, Miss Hetty." The woman said as she took Hetty's coat.
"Thank you, Maria." Hetty said.
"Dinner is almost ready and the guest room is prepared as you asked."
"Thank you, Maria. I will get our guest settled and we will be down for dinner shortly" Hetty said.
She turned to Kensi. "Follow me, Miss Blye" Hetty said as she led her up the stairs into a large bedroom.
"Fell free to get clean and into a fresh pair of clothes. I will be downstairs waiting for you." Hetty said.
Kensi was blown away by everything. The size of the "guest bedroom" could easily dwarf a master bedroom of any other place. The bathroom was stocked with all sorts of washes, perfumes, and other care products. Kensi slipped out of the grungy clothes and stepped into the shower. As she let the warm water flow over her she felt herself relax for the first time in a very, very long time. She liberally shampooed her hair, taking multiple attempts for it to feel clean before using a conditioner to bring it back to where it was many months ago. She washed all the grime off her skin before turning the water off.
She stepped out and wrapped a towel around her body, savoring the warmth it provided. She found a bottle of body lotion and proceeded to apply it all over her. She walked over to the closet and found a lose pair of lounge pants and a long sleeve fleece shirt. She even found a drawer of undergarments. As she dressed in the first clean pair of clothes she had in months something dawned on her. Everything was almost exactly her size. This Hetty person was something else. Kensi didn't know if she should be scared or not.
Making her way down to the dining room she found Hetty drinking a cup of tea. She looked up and saw Kensi walk up.
"Ah, Miss Blye. I take it you feel better?" Hetty said with a smile.
Kensi nodded.
"Please have a seat. Dinner will be out in a moment. Would you like a cup of tea?" Hetty offered.
Kensi nodded again.
Hetty poured her a cup and handed it to her.
"I am sure you have plenty of questions." Hetty said.
"You can say that. Why am I here? How the hell did you have clothes my size? And Who the hell are you?" Kensi said.
Hetty held up a hand. "Calm down, Miss Blye. I assure you that my intentions with you are nothing less than honorable. I work for the Naval Criminal Investigative Service currently. I have spent some time working for the CIA during the Cold War as well. I've spent the past 3 months tracking you down and have done extensive research on you. Why you are here is a different story."
Maria came in with two bowls of soup and a loaf of bread.
"Thank you, Maria. That will be all for tonight." Hetty said.
"Good Night, Miss Hetty." Maria said with a smile.
"Good night." Hetty said as Maria left.
"The truth is, Miss Blye, is that I tracked you down because of your Father." Hetty said, causing Kensi to freeze up with a spoon of soup halfway to her mouth. She sat in silence for a few moments, trying to fight back the emotions.
"Did…did you know my dad?" Kensi said in a low voice.
Hetty shook her head. "Unfortunately no, I did not have the pleasure of working with him. But I have worked with his associates."
Kensi had a disappointed look on her face.
"I know how hard things have been since his death. And I tracked you down to offer you something I know you want." Hetty said.
"His killer?" Kensi said, clutching a piece of bread harder then she should.
Hetty shook her head. "I wish it was that easy, but alas, life is not. What I am offering you is a chance to prepare for that day. You see I am putting the pieces in place for a special unit. A covert, undercover unit that specializes in missions that other teams can't complete. It will be based here in Los Angeles and I want you to join us. In return you will be taught the skills needed that when the day finally comes and your father's killer is made known you will be able to bring them to justice."
Kensi ate in silence as she listened to Hetty speak. She waited for a few moments before speaking. "So I say yes and become your pawn?" Kensi said.
"In a way, yes. But, and forgive my bluntness, what is the alternative?" Hetty said. "I am giving you the opportunity to make something of yourself. I know you father was an honorable man. And I know you want to do him proud." She continued.
"Now before you make your decision I do need to let you know that this will not be an overnight thing. If you agree I will arrange you to attend FLETC training, pay for your college education, and even arrange for you to have a place to stay. You will be assigned to a team, where I cannot say, but when the time is right and the unit is up and running you will return to Los Angeles. Does that sound reasonable to you?"
Kensi could only nod.
"Excellent. Now while I am making the necessary arrangements you are free to stay here. I want you to rest and recover your strength. You will need it in the years to come." Hetty said as they finished their dinner. Hetty took their dishes into the kitchen and put them away as Kensi sat, contemplating her new life.
"It is getting late so you should get some rest. I want to have a doctor friend of mine come by tomorrow and examine you, if that is alright with you." Hetty said as she led Kensi to the guest room.
"Uh…sure. That will be fine." Kensi said.
"Have a good sleep, Miss Blye. See you in the morning. If you need anything just call." Hetty said, giving her a smile. Kensi nodded before closing the door. She walked over to the large bed and laid down on it, not even bothering to climb under the sheets. Grabbing a pillow she wrapped her arms around it and curled into a ball. It didn't take long after she closed her eyes for her to fall fast asleep.
I took some creative license and changed up a few things to make this story make a little bit more sense. Kensi admitted she spent a year on the street after Donald died but early episodes set it that she was 15 at the time. I've decided to make her a little bit older