Yoga Bunnies, Funeral Homes and Major Michael Bell

"Kens! You were totally 'cop-blocking' me!" Deeks and Kensi walked into NCIS after their break, bringing their usual aura of banter and hilarity with them.

"Deeks you had no chance with her, I was just preventing your inevitable disappointment. You know what? You should be thanking me Deeks, Detective Marty Deeks", Kensi retorted, quoting Deeks as he attempted and quite honestly succeeded at impressing the woman on the boardwalk. "I mean you should probably be aiming higher than a yoga bunny", she looked him up and down – appreciating his surfer's body and miraculous hair – then just shook her head and walked away.

Deeks didn't miss the fact that Kensi's eyes lingered a second longer than necessary and couldn't stop his satisfaction from bubbling to the surface, "Ouch, that hurts me deep down Kensi, except I still got her number" he said in an almost sing-song voice, "maybe I'll ask her out on the weekend. Women in LA love surfers, and a man in uniform" he grinned mischievously "I guess I'm the best of both worlds".

"Paha! Yeah okay Deeks" Kensi laughed as both partners walked into the bullpen as Sam was throwing paper balls into the wastebasket. "Hey Sam, Deeks thinks he's the best of both worlds. What do you think?"

"Deeks? You been talking to anyone other than Monty lately?" Agent Hanna was smiling and shaking his head with laughter as Callen walked in.

"Sam, Kensi, Deeks, upstairs - Hetty wants us – we have a case"

"Yes! Finally!" shouted Deeks as he paced out of the room.

Agent Blye was following her partner and laughing at him when Callen stuck his hand out to stop her from going forward.

"Kensi"

"Callen?"

"We need to talk"

[In Ops]

"Okay, so what do we got Eric?" Deeks was practically bouncing around ops, although he tried to hide it by standing behind the table.

"Lt. Carlos Ramirez, a Naval Intelligence officer - normally stationed in Quantico - was found DoA when LAPD found him in an alley 3 blocks from Azaria's funeral home. He was said to have been doing surveillance on the place and he might have been investigating it. We need to know why." Eric started setting up the video chat on the big screen.

"But Naval Intelligence officers don't usually do field work right? I mean, aren't they more of the live at the office type?" Deeks hadn't been privy to military and navy procedures for very long but he caught on quickly, just as Hetty knew he would.

"Exactly, Mr Deeks, and that is why you are here". Hetty had a unique ninja-esque way of entering a room, and never (which was perhaps worrisome) got caught by her agents. "We should be getting a call from his Commanding Officer shortly. Mr Beale?"

"He's on…now. Major Michael Bell, Ramirez's CO".

"Good afternoon Major". Major Michael Bell looked to be not much older than 30 years old, had handsome, chiselled features – and Nell was sure that applied to his physique as well – deep blue eyes that contrasted daringly to his dark brown hair. In fact Hetty thought he'd look fantastic in one of her Armani tuxedos, not that she'd consider telling her boys that.

"Same to you Ms Lang, I believe you have some questions for me?"

"Ah yes, with regards to Lt. Ramirez, I am sorry for your loss Major, however my team and I were wondering what a Naval Intelligence officer was doing in the field and what he was working on, that could've gotten him killed?" Hetty paused for a moment for emphasis, with a grave look on her face. "I trust that you were aware of this investigation, yes?".

"Carlos Ramirez wasn't like our ordinary intelligence officers. He had an impressive background in surveillance from the military, it was one of the reasons we became friends, he was more adventurous than most of the other dedicated men that I work with. To be honest I've even asked him why he would transfer to Navy Intelligence if he was so clearly talented, and loved field work, it seemed like a shame, as if he was a resource being wasted." Major Bell paused as if to collect his thoughts. "I apologize for my rambling Ms Lang, agents - your team, I presume?"

"Oh my, how insensible of me. Mr Callen do you mind? Mr Callen? Oh. Mr Hanna then?"

Sam Hanna stepped forward, and motioned the rest of his team, which was currently lacking Callen and Kensi. "I'm Special Agent Sam Hanna, and this is a member of my team, plus our tech analysts, Eric Beale and Nell Jones" he moved his arm to indicate them, and they briefly moved into the view of the camera and greeted him.

"I'm the LAPD liaison with NCIS, Detective Deeks", Deeks nodded politely to the man on the screen.

"Our team is temporarily missing two of our members, but I'm sure you'll meet them soon enough. Actually Major Bell, would you care to meet us in person to brief my team? I understand that you are flying back to LA in the morning, I can have someone escort you to the Boat Shed."

"That sounds like a plan Ms Lang, see you tomorrow."

"Yes, enjoy your flight"

"Will do." And with that, Major Michael Bell signed off.

Hetty began "Mr Beale-"

"-checking for Bell's flight times", on the inside Eric was overjoyed that he could beat Hetty to the punch.

And Hetty secretly loved that her agents (and analysts) could practically read her mind when it came to doing their jobs. "Good. Mr Deeks, Mr Hanna, make sure you pick our friend up tomorrow."

Deeks still didn't know where Kensi and Callen were, they were supposed to have been right behind him."Uh Hetty?"

"Yes Mr Deeks?"

"Do you know where Callen and Kensi are?"

Hetty looked at the ground, pursed her lips and glanced back up at her liaison "I think that you'll have to ask them that."

I'm hoping to have another chapter up soon, if not for this story then definitely a different one of mine. I'm working on a story based on the Season 3 Episode 10 spoiler. So far its quite long, and I'd planned on making it a one-shot. But if people review I can put up chapters as i go. Thanks so much - please review, it really motivates me.