A new man had been brought in. They just brought hin in out of nowhere. The paranoid group of arms dealers just welcomed him in like he was their long lost brother or something.
It had taken her six months to gain their trust, she was just told her part of the plan, for the arms deal going down in two weeks, this morning.
Sara had to get this case wrapped up. She had to do right, she needed the transfer and the director told her, "you get these guys, you get the transfer."
That was all fine but the tricky part was that she didn't get any help from anyone, it was too big a risk apparently.
Sara couldn't shake the feeling she was getting from the newest member of the dealers. She felt that he wasn't dangerous but that he could be deadly, which was a chilling thought.
"Maria," Archie, the ring leader, said, using her alias. "Show mr. Oakley around. He'll be helping you run interference with the cops while the deal goes down."
"Yes, sir," Sara replied.
::
"What is it, miss Jones?" Hetty asked walking into ops.
"Callen isn't the only agent on the op," Nell replied.
"I see, who is the other agent?"
"Sara Scott," Nell said, pulling up her information, "she's worked for NCIS the past 10 years. Worked in the D.C. and NOLA offices. Her legend for this case is Maria Reynolds. If she successfully closes this case, she'll be transferred... well here."
"Ahh, yes, miss Scott. Leon has too me about her. Told me she was born for this kind of work," Hetty said, "thank you miss Jones."
"Would you like me to notify Callen?" Nell asked.
"No, it's to much of a risk for us to contact him, he need to contact us, besides this way mr. Callen will be able to see her in action," Hetty said, leaving the dimly lit room.
Nell was alerted to an email.
'I need a back ground check on Maria Reynolds," she read.
'This should be interesting," Nell thought.
::
Two weeks later.
Something was definitely off with Tyler Oakley, Sara had decided. She just couldn't place it. There were those people he met with, the tall, muscular, black man at the store, the shaggy blond guy at the paper stand, and the brunette waitress outside of the coffee shop and they'd all handed him something.
"Maria?" Tyler asked.
"Yes?" She answered.
"Do we have any steak knives?" He asked.
This particular group of arms dealers stayed in a house not an old abandoned warehouse or anything like that. It was just a regular old house. It was nice to not have to sleep on a cot and these guy actually made dinner. It was Tyler's turn tonight.
"No, the only knives we have here are butter knives," Sara replied, "Archie gets paranoid about those thing just 'lying around'."
"I've noticed," he smirked.
Sara took this time to study him, not that she hadn't been the past two weeks. he seemed very relaxed as he cooked.
Light brown hair, about 5'11, and just the prettiest blue eyes. Definitely one of the best looking criminals she'd ever met.
'Stop it Sara,' she mentally scolded.
But hey, when you're stuck with 5 scum bags, who don't have an ounce of manners for 6 months and a nice mannered one comes along... it's... well... nice.
"So how did you get into this business?" Tyler asked.
"My dad did it. He was killed bye a rival and I've been trying to find the guy ever since," Sara replied.
::
Sara looked down an alley a few blocks down from the house, while looking for Tyler. Only to find him on the phone. She positioned herself so she could stay out of sight and still listen, thankful everyone else was at the house.
"Anything else on Maria?" Callen asked.
Why would he be asking some about me? Sara thought.
"Only one thing," Eric replied. Sara was not able to hear him.
"Her dad doesn't exist," Eric said, "I looked up the name on her birth certificate. There's no record of him anywhere."
"Thanks Eric, keep digging," Callen said, hanging up the phone. "Who are you working for?" Callen mumbled to himself.
Before he knew it, Sara jumped him from behind.
"Who's Eric and why is he looking into me?" Sara asked, having a choke hold on Callen from her position on his back.
"How about you tell me who you are first," Callen said, slamming into the wall. Sara's grip loosened enough for him to gain the upper hand and pin her, face towards him, to the wall.
"Not a chance," Sara said, bringing her knee up but Callen anticipated it and spun her around to face the alley wall. Her knee hit the wall and she winced in pain. "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way?" Callen said, "who are you and who do you work for?"
"Why would I tell you?" Sara asked.
"Because there are about 15 federal agents about to storm the house and I need to know if you're a bad guy or a good guy."
"Ok, but can I at least have a little wiggle room?"
"What do you think?"
"Ok, fine," Sara said, "the name's Sara Scott."
Callen took out his phone to call Eric, "who are you with?"
"How can I know I can trust you?"
"You don't, but you've already trusted me with your identity."
"And if Eric, whoever that may be, is good, he'll tell you," Sara smirked.
Callen rolled his eyes and hit Call, "Eric, I need you to look up Sara Scott... she's what! Did Hetty know?... Ok... bye." Callen let Sara go, "well, Sara Scott of NCIS, it's nice to make your acquaintance."
"I wish I could say the same thing..."
"Hey G!" Sam yelled, "you and your girl friend coming?"
::
The team and Sara walked into OSP. It took some reassuring that they were who they said they were before she got into the car with the agents.
"Sara, welcome to the Office of Special Projects," Deeks said, spinning around with his arms up like he owned the place.
"Thanks," Sara said, "is he always like this?" She asked Kensi.
"You don't know the half of it," Kensi replied.
"Ahh, miss Scott, how nice to, finally, meet you," Hetty said, "I've heard such great things about you."
"All good I hope," Sara said.
"Yes, and I am happy you will be joining us here."
"Wait, you're transferring here? What team?" Callen asked.
"Yours mr. Callen," Hetty replied with a smile.
A/N
This is my Christmas story. WARNING! It's going to be very halmark-ish. Excluding this chapter and the next all other chapters will be posted on the day they're supposed to take place.
