Detour, chapter 1


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Disclaimer: This storyline is all mine, but I do not own the main characters of NCIS Los Angeles. They belong to CBS & Shane Brennan.


When Hetty decides to become the hunter instead of the hunted, the team has to come to her rescue once again.
Will they be in time and all return home safely?


The smirk never left his face. For the past twenty minutes Sam had been muttering about getting carsick riding shotgun.
In fact, he had done so earlier this morning when Callen had picked him up.
And right now, both of them were returning to the office after a short investigation from a crime scene at Los Verdes golf course, where two officers were found murdered.

"What's troubling you, buddy? Next time you comment on my driving skills, I'll throw you out of this car. Bet you'll be begging me to have you back in here instead of enjoying public transport. Or wait, I could partner you up with Kensi and let her drive. So just tell me what's bothering you or else walk your way back to the office. And remember, the day isn't over yet."

"G, seriously. This driving of yours is… how shall I say. I love life and I do want to return home tonight," Sam said. It looked as if his large hand tried to push all the way through the dashboard while the other desperately held on to the passenger door.

"Not my fault you parked your car right in the middle of a shooting. Next time find a better place so your precious babe will be around all the time."

Sam sent a dangerous smile at his partner. "It saved your skinny butt from being shot, remember?"

His partner didn't answer as he concentrated on the busy road near Hawthorn. Sam continued. "And then you nearly landed that drone on the Challenger as well. Three whole days G. Three whole days with you driving."

"Meaning you have to give up control, right? It's not about the driving. It's because you're not the one in control. Just confess." He then accelerated, faster than usual just to tease his partner. "Now if you don't shut up I'm gonna ask Nell if she's willing to take you home this afternoon

Just then his phone chirped. Callen pressed the speaker and Deeks' voice came in, cheerful as ever.
"Boys, the Kenz-woman and I are on our way back to Head Quarterzzz. We just visited the Navy Trauma Training Center where this mister Jeremiah Vanderhoog should have been around, like he was every single day. Till now. And guess what? From what we heard this guy never visited a golf course before. So, it appears the two of you had an 'exclusive', messieurs."

"Cut the crap Deeks," Sam interrupted. "We get the idea. For your information, it was clear that both Jeremiah Vanderhoog and Frederic White were killed at another location. At least, that is what these guys of the forensic unit told us. There was hardly any blood found at the crime scene."

As ever, Deeks found a way to retort. "Which practically isn't a crime scene. If that what you just told is correct. True?"

Through the speaker Deeks heard three sighs, simultaneously. The loudest one came from Kensi, driving the car. "I get it. So, as I was saying. Will you be at Ops as well?"

"In a minute, Deeks," Callen spoke as he accelerated just a bit more.

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NCIS Office of Special Projects || Los Angeles

"Right. Well, I don't mind driving with Deeks. Sure about it?" Callen raised his brow when they entered the building. "Yours for the next round." He took the keys of the Mercedes and tossed them up, knowing Sam was going to catch them anyway.

"As if you'd be able to hang out with him for over an hour," Sam smiled.

From behind his desk, the younger man heard them speak. "Hang on. Who's hanging out with who. And will I wanna hang out anyway?"

Callen simply shook his head, figuring this case would probably be solved from behind their desks instead of in the field.
When he finally had dropped his bag near the desk and opened his laptop, he looked up at the large corner where their operations manager had her desk. He quickly glanced at his watch. At 2 in the afternoon the place still looked awfully quiet.

"The little Ninja wasn't around when we entered," Deeks nearly whispered. He had noticed the lead agent's gaze. While he spoke, he was looking around nervously at the same time, knowing the tiny supervisor might show up from anywhere anytime.

Kensi added to that "When I came in this morning she wasn't in here either."

Sam stopped going checking the files in his inbox and looked up. "That's right. Now you mention it, I noticed that as well."

"Right. Time to check with the wonder twins, see what they know." Having said that, Callen stood up and jogged upstairs.