A/N: This story was inspired by Kiss The Girl by cotedepablo911. I don't own NCIS LA, The Little Mermaid, or the song, Kiss The Girl. Hope you like it.

Chapter One: Sha La La La La Me oh My.

Nell's POV:

I gritted my teeth. It was the third time this week Eric had blown me off. And I already new why. A concert flutist named Ursula Michaels. She was now more important to him than our friendship. Today was Thursday, the day we always see the newest superhero or sci-fi flick. Today it was supposed to be Captain America. Just two friends being geeks. Now, it was one dork, and a couple that was doomed from the beginning. Eric always fell to hard to fast. I mean, he bought her a really nice bracelet for their one month anniversary and she returned the favor by flirting relentlessly with Callen. As smart as Eric is he didn't seem to notice it. The gentleman Callen is he didn't flirt back a quickly walked away, making up some stupid excuse to see Hetty.

Whenever she came around Ops she always seemed a little too, curious. Like someone who was planning to put a bomb in it or something. I tried to warn Eric about her but he wouldn't listen. I had hoped we could spend some time together like we used to. Go to the movies, walk around downtown L.A., joke with each other. What we've been doing since he got passed my odd way for interrupting him, my quirks, and we became friends. It was a mutual respect based on… oh who am I kidding? There was nothing wrong with Ursula. I was just being jealous and paranoid. Yes, jealous. I called Eric, and got what I expected.

"Hi you've reached Eric" and then he interrupted the recording, "Hi, Nell. I'm really sorry Ursula called and…" I cut him off swiftly.

"Save it. She obviously is the most important thing in your life right now. Its perfectly fine she is your girlfriend, after all" I tried to hide the anger in my voice, to no avail.

"Really?" he swallowed it.

"Look, I can tell she doesn't care for you as much as you care for her, but its your life." I said, surprisingly calm.

"What do you mean?" he seemed surprised by my comment.

"Did you really not get that she was flirting with Callen? Or that she was examining this place like a surgeon?" I let my anger come out this time.

"Its none of your business!" He lost his cool, and I regretted my words.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt." I hung up the phone. Eric used to be the only one who really understood me. We spent so much time together, He knew how desperate I was to fit in. And he helped me get there. I was part of the family now. But, now, what I wanted the most was gone. Eric had deserted me, and there was nothing I could do. Me, oh, My.

Eric's POV:

I was glad we didn't have work on this particular Thursday, because seeing Nell was at the top of my things to do list. I wanted to apologize for acting like a moron because I had a new girlfriend. I wanted to tell her that as important as Ursula was, she was more important. Most importantly I wanted things to go back to normal. I was so close to my goal, and then Ursula called.

"Eric, I'm scared these guys came and they stole some stuff. Messed me up pretty good too." She started sobbing into the phone, and I completely forgot about Nell. I hoped in my car to drive across town. 30 minutes later and I barely moved. Damn L.A. drivers. That's when I remembered to call Nell. She was peeved. I would be too if our positions were switched. No, I didn't break the law to talk to her, I have blue tooth. when I finished getting chewed off about my croquette of a girlfriend the traffic moved. I arrived at Ursula's not long after that, and boy did I regret that. She wasn't hurt, and her house wasn't tossed. Oh, Crap. I thought.

"Hello, Eric darling, thanks for coming. Flotsam! Jetsam! Now!" Nell was right. I thought has two men who were apparently Flotsam and Jetsam appeared and grabbed me. They overpowered me and knocked me out. The last thin I remember was thinking, Me, Oh, My.

Nell's POV.

When I walked into Ops Friday morning I knew something was wrong. I had called and emailed and texted Eric too many times to count and I had absolutely no response. He was either really pissed or, in trouble. Neither one of those scenarios made me feel better. I knew I'd handled the situation poorly and I was sluggish with guilt as I walked up the stairs. When I entered the computer room and he wasn't there wasn't sure if I should've been relieved or worried. I clicked the big machine on and listen the whirr. It was comforting, like an old friend. As soon as I saw the video pop up my heart stopped. The thumbnail was a familiar set of blue eyes staring back at me. Eric. I watched the video before calling in the others. And then I got my facts straight. It was an hour before I called them in.

I stood on the balcony, they were bantering arguing about something. Sam and Callen seemed to be on the offense. I whistled at them. When they looked up to see me, I lost my voice.

"Um, you guys might want to see this." I squeaked out.

"Where's…" Callen asked. I knew what he was asking, so I interrupted.

"Funny you should ask." They all sat down to look at the monitor.

"Is the king nerd late?" Sam asked.

"Just watch." I told them all.

"With out Eric? Is that legal?" Deeks asked jokingly ticking Kensi off.

"Oh, would you.." I cut Kensi off.

"EVERYONE BE QUIET AND WATCH THE VIDEO!" They seemed shocked at my outburst and stayed silent as I played the video. Eric was tied in a chair, passed out, and Ursula was talking.

"You have 448 hours to meet me at the pier. If you aren't there with what I want Eric is dead. I want everything you have on a murdered Navy- SEAL named James Michaels. He was my brother." The video was short, but its impact was evident.

"That long, just for information? No money? Weapons?" Sam asked what everyone was thinking.

"That's what I thought, too. So I did some digging, and…" I trailed off.

"AND, WHAT?" They all screamed at me.

"James Michaels never existed."