Okay so here is the NCIS LA fic that I have been working on. I think this was actually born a few months ago but was only ready for anyone else to see a few days ago ;) It's late, and I can't be bothered saying that it's a fantastic piece of work with absolutely no spelling errors whatsoever... it's probably a lie anyway. So instead I will choose to say don't hate me... and happy reading!
Deeks is late. Again. I'm going to kill him.
If only. If only he had been here on time… maybe it would have been different. But he didn't, and it wasn't.
"Seeing as Mister Deeks has failed to make an appearance, Miss Blye and Mister Callen will be going to the safehouse to meet our witness."
I look up with a frown, certain I have misheard her, as Sam starts to object.
"Hetty-"
She holds up a hand to stop him. "I suggest you get a move on."
I follow Callen out of ops, leaving behind an… annoyed… Sam. That's putting it nicely.
"Go on!" I hear her say to him as I walk down the steps and over to my desk, grabbing my gun out of my top drawer.
"You won't believe how long it took me to get here!"
I glance up to see Deeks throw his jacket on his desk. "Oh, I can," I say sarcastically. I don't miss the slight chuckle that Callen gives as he walks towards the exit.
"What's up, Kensilina?"
"Hetty," I say as I pick up my jacket and follow Callen, sending one last look back at Deeks to allow him to see my grin.
He looks up to see our boss watching him from up on the balcony. "Ha!"
The girl sitting in front of me is everything I wish I was at that age. Tall, slim and beautiful. Her long brown hair falls over her face, and she doesn't make any attempt to brush it away. As Callen talks to her mother, she subconsciously tugs on the hem of her skirt.
"Why is NCIS involved? Has this got something to do with my husband?"
I look over at her. "We're not sure yet, but her attempted kidnapping could be related to the assignment he was working on."
She gives a small smile. "He never liked to talk about his work at home. He just wanted to spend time with our daughter." She wipes a tear from her cheek.
"Would you mind telling me exactly what happened this morning?" Callen asks her.
I turn back to the girl sitting across from me. "You want to see a cool card trick?"
After a couple of seconds, she looks up. "Me?"
I nod, and the corners of her mouth turn up a little.
"Sure."
A couple of minutes later, she watches, fascinated, as take her chosen card and hide it behind my back for a moment before showing it to her again.
"This is your card, right?"
She nods, and I put it down on the deck of cards on the table in front of me.
"Now I'm going to put it somewhere in the deck…" I take the top card and slide it in somewhere else. "Now… it will be on the top again." I flip over the top card - the same one that I had seemingly put in the middle of the deck just a few seconds earlier.
"How did you do that?"
"Simple." I do the trick again, slower, and she laughs when she realises what I had done.
"Clever! Can I have a turn?"
I hand over the cards and watch as she attempts to recreate my trick.
"I'm not as good as my partner. He's the one who taught me in the first place."
"He sounds really cool."
I smile. "He is."
We sit in silence for a few more minutes.
"You know…" I say.
She looks up at me expectantly.
"He actually has a nickname for me. It's the name I usually use when I'm undercover. You know what it is?"
She shakes her head.
"Fern," I say with a smile.
She laughs. "He has good taste then!"
I smile, knowing it would make Deeks' day if he knew that Callen and I were protecting a girl called Fern.
"Okay darling. Time for bed."
Fern gives a small sigh. "See you tomorrow then, Fern?"
"See you tomorrow," I say with a smile and a wave as she follows her mum upstairs.
"You good, Kens?"
"Yeah. I'm good," I say to Callen, who is standing across the room, leaning against the wall. "You know you can sit down, right?"
"I prefer to stand. Anyway, I think I might take another walk around the property before we lock up for the night." He walks out of the room, and I hear the front door slam as he exits the house.
We're at Fern and her mother's house for the night. Hetty had wanted us to protect them, but the mother - Melissa - had drawn the line at taking them to a safehouse, and we couldn't force her.
I stand up and stretch, stiff from sitting in the same position on the couch for two hours while watching a movie with Fern. I hear a crash upstairs, and freeze. Slowly, I draw my weapon and call out, "Melissa? Everything okay up there?" I don't get a response. I make my way up the stairs. "Hello? Fern… was that you?" I am walking towards the room I know belongs to Fern when I pass an open door, and see movement out of the corner of my eye. I swing around, but it's too late. Something hits me in the back of the head, and I fall to the ground. My gun slips from my grasp, and I am reaching for it when hands grab me and hold me down. I feel a burning in my arm. "No…" I try to turn around, but my arms are pulled behind my back forcefully. The last thing I hear before losing consciousness is the front door slamming shut, and Callen yelling my name.
If only.
No... I did NOT write this all in one night! Copy'n'paste truly is the best invention ever! So... what did you think? Terrible? Average? Terrible? Drop me a comment if you want to feel heard. Trust me... you WILL be heard (by me and everyone else who happens to be near when my phone starts beeping sporadically).
