Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I'm simply borrowing them for a while...

Expanded Description

Hetty's team joins forces with the D.C. crew and Hawaii Five-0 to take down an arms smuggling ring stretching from Los Angeles to Lower Alabama. Posing as a group of military family and friends vacationing on the Gulf Coast, the teams launch an extended semi-undercover operation. With 15 agents from 3 different parts of the U.S. in one 6-bedroom beach house taking orders from 8 different people with varying authority (Callen, Gibbs, McGarret, Hetty, Granger, Vance, Governor of Hawaii, and SecNav Porter), things are bound to get interesting. Add weapons smugglers, moonshiners, hurricane hunters, and redneck BATFE agents, and you have a recipe for one crazy "vacation"!

Genre

Action, Friendship, Humor, Character Study

Rating

T (TV-14 as are all the shows) for violence and subject. This story will contain only extremely mild language and no adult content.

A/N on rating: Unlike many of my stories, this will not be dark; instead, this will be focused on action and humor.

Characters

NCIS: Los Angeles: Hetty Lange, G. Callen, Sam Hanna, Kensi Blye, Marty Deeks (and Monty), Eric Beale, Nell Jones

NCIS: Jethro Gibbs, Tony Dinozzo, Timothy McGee, Ellie Bishop

Hawaii Five-0: Steve McGarret, Danny Williams, Chin Ho Lee, Kono Kalakaua, Catherine Rollins

Time

NCIS: Los Angeles—Season 5

NCIS—Season 11

Hawaii Five-0—speculative end of Season 4 (Kono and Catherine are both Five-0).

Location

Gulf of Mexico region (Mississippi, Alabama, Louisiana, Florida)

Point of View

Third person limited with thoughts in first person; mainly Nell's point of view but may have excursions into Callen, Deeks, or Tony as situations require.

Chapter 1

The sun set in brilliant hues of red and orange at the horizon of a treed ribbon of interstate. Since most truckers had abandoned I-55 in search of food, the black Excursion finally had ample room to maneuver, much to the relief of its driver. G. Callen shrugged his shoulders and glanced towards his navigator riding shotgun. The red-headed analyst blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes before glancing around to get her bearings. "Hey, Nell, any idea how far out we are?" the agent at the wheel asked quietly. Nell inclined her head towards a large green sign. "Next exit."

"Are we there yet?" a sleepy voice inquired from the third row. Marty Deeks attempted to reposition without disturbing the thoroughly asleep mutt whose head and limbs had slowly migrated into the detective's lap.

"Five minutes at the most, Deeks," Nell replied. Directly in front of Deeks, Sam Hanna had also opted to catch a cat-nap en route, while on the other side of the back seat, Kensi Blye drifted in and out of sleep. Only Eric Beale in front of her was fully awake, immersed in a video game on his tablet. "Probably better start waking everybody up."

"Sam. Hey, Sam," Callen called quietly. The SEAL straightened up and met Callen's eye in the rearview mirror. "Almost there." his partner explained. Sam tapped Eric on the shoulder, and the techie glanced over. "Find a stopping place, Eric, we're almost there."

In the back seat, Kensi stretched and glanced forward towards the team leader in the driver's seat. "Okay, I'm awake, cut it out Deeks…"

"That's not me kicking you, Kensalina, it's your furry seatmate," the shaggy surfer replied.

Kensi glanced down to see Monty running in his sleep, a furry paw smacking into her thigh.

Eric closed his tablet and removed his headphones, stuffing them into a backpack at his feet. "Okay, I'm done."

"And, thank goodness, so is the drive," Nell announced as Callen rolled down his window and swiped the access card Hetty had given him. The large gates in the brick wall swung open, revealing a curved, palmetto-lined private drive leading to a large house. Directly in front of the gate, a gently sloping grass hill led down to a sea wall, revealing a spectacular view of the golden sun reflecting of an expanse of white sand and settling into the glittering Gulf of Mexico.

"Oh man, Eric," Deeks breathed, "Hetty wasn't kidding about those waves."