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Kensi opened her eyes to blackness. At first her heart jumped into her throat, but she calmed down and took stock of the situation. She was blindfolded, and her hands were attached to something with what felt like handcuffs. They were behind her. The car she was in was bumping along, but she managed to pull her phone out of her back pocket. She dialed what she hoped was her six digit password to send and agent in distress message to her team. She couldn't be sure, but she thought she had typed it correctly. She slipped it back into her pocket, making sure it stayed on. After twenty minutes the car stopped and men could be heard speaking in something that sounded like Latin. Whatever it was, Kensi, who was fluent in a few languages couldn't understand it.
"Get up," someone said in English.
He pulled her up by one arm after someone else freed her hands. The blindfold remained on and rough hands were around her wrists. Another hand was on the back of her neck making sure she couldn't go anywhere. She was led through a door and down a long hall. Even through the dark blindfold, Kensi could tell the hall was brightly lit. She heard people yelling on either side of her. Though they were all speaking different languages, she could understand them unlike her captors who were yelling back in the mix of languages Kensi had given up trying to understand.
The men holding her suddenly stopped. She heard the metallic scraping of a key sliding into a lock, then a door creaking open. The hands left her wrists and the hand on her neck shoved forward making her fall. Her left knee hit the ground hard making her cry out. She rolled over and pulled the blindfold off in one swift motion, but both men had entered the room and slammed the door. They were advancing on her so she got up, somewhat unsteadily because of her now injured knee.
One man was as tall and muscular reminding her strikingly of Sam and the other was about the size of Callen, although his hands were enormous. They were bigger than her face. As the big one came into arms reach, Kensi pulled her arm back and hit his face so hard he took a step back. She took no time to enjoy it however. She aimed another punch at his friend's face, but he caught her hand easily. He spun her around and held her arms tight to her back. She fought but soon the other man had joined his friend. He hit Kensi square in the jaw so hard she saw colored dots in front of her eyes. She tasted blood. The men drug her backward and dropped her against the wall. While she was still dazed they hooked heavy shackles to her wrists. With one last kick to the side, both men left.
Kensi's vision was slowly returning to normal but every time she breathed to deep, there was a stab of pain on left side.
'Broken rib, split lip and concussion," she thought. 'Great.'
She shook her head and lifted her arms. The chins clinked against the ground and seemed too heavy to even bother to move. She leaned against the wall and let her eyes slide shut. Sleep soon overtook her.
Callen's eyes flew open. It took him a minute to realize it was his phone ringing not his alarm. He groaned and rolled over reaching to turn it off, but then he noticed it was Kensi's ring tone. Intrigued, he opened the phone then jumped out of his bed. There on the screen Kensi's face was smiling up at him. Above that it said 'agent in distress.' He saved the message just as his phone rang again. This time it was Sam.
"Yeah I got the message. I'm on my way."
"Hurry G," Sam said then hung up.
Twenty minutes later he skidded to a stop in his parking spot and dashed inside. He took the stairs two at a time almost knocking a young woman weighed down by papers off the side of the staircase. He grabbed her arm and steadied her and muttered something that sounded like an 'I'm sorry.' When he was sure she wasn't going to fall, he ran up the rest of the stairs.
He walked into the computer room where the team was assembled; minus one. Eric and Nell were typing furiously pulling up documents on Kensi and maps where her face was blinking on different areas. Sam was scrolling through the documents on the big screen. Deeks was pacing and rubbing his chin with his thumb and forefinger, and Hettie was nowhere to be seen.
"Callen," Sam said in greeting alerting the others to his presence.
"Where is she?" he asked the room.
"Kensi and I went to the bar last night after our case was over and that's where she got taken from," Nell said stepping up to Callen.
He looked down at the young technical analyst and noticed she was sporting a split lip and a swollen black eye.
"Jesus Nell, are you alright?" Callen asked putting a gentle hand on her cheek.
"I'm fine," she said dismissively. "We have to worry about Kensi now."
She walked back to her computer.
"This is the traffic cam facing the exit of the bar."
Callen stepped to Sam's side. He was enlarging a video. He pushed play and a dark parking lot was visible. The door on one side of a building opened and Sam tapped the area twice to zoom. Kensi appeared first followed by the energetic Nell. They laughed and joked, both obviously drunk, but Nell the drunker of the two.
A pang of sadness struck Callen's heart as he heard Kensi's joyous laugh. Sam zoomed out a little and four men were visible sneaking up behind them. Callen watched Kensi grow rigid. Whether it was her NCIS: Special Operations training or just woman's intuition that told her they were there, Callen would never know.
Kensi reached for her gun slowly while saying something to Nell, who ducked as she spun around. Three shots rang out. Two of the four fell over and the other two pulled out guns. That impeccable skill with a gun, Callen knew, was from her father's training when she was young. There was no one better with a gun.
Kensi pulled Nell behind a car as the man began to fire. Callen's eyes were drawn to Nell's face in the video. There was a terrified determination there that astounded Callen. Nell wasn't one for confrontation, but when a problem arose, she refused to be the damsel in distress. She was asking Kensi for something, who seemed annoyed by the request and handed over her gun. She pulled another from her left boot.
The gun looked awkward in Nell's hands, but just then another man who Callen hadn't seen before came around behind Kensi. She wasn't expecting another man so she was concentrating on the two shooting at them, but Nell saw him. Her gun popped and the man went down with a new hole in his face. Kensi looked like she was congratulating Nell when Kensi ridged and fell over.
"What happened?" Callen asked.
Eric wound it back and Sam zoomed in.
"Taster," said Sam as they watched another man come around a car and shot the little barbs the girl's way.
The taster hit Kensi in the back and her gun clattered to the pavement. As she fell, the man yelled at Nell to drop her gun. She obeyed and threw her hands up. At that point the other two men came around behind her and hit her in the back of the neck with the butts of their weapons. The other man hoisted Kensi's unconscious frame to his shoulders and threw her into an open white van. The door shut and it drove away leaving the three gun wielding strangers with Nell. Callen saw Eric look away, seeming to know what was coming.
The three men took turns beating Nell, using her face for a new punching bag. Callen saw the real Nell flinch with every strike. Every time she made a noise on the video, Eric would jump a little. The men finally decided they had had enough fun with Nell and turned to leave, the last one landing a hard kick to Nell's face as she was writing holding what was probably broken ribs. Her hand involuntarily touched her nose. That gesture didn't go unnoticed by Eric who took her trembling hand in his.
"Damn," Callen said quietly. "Are you alright Nell?"
She swallowed.
"Fine. We have to find Kensi."
"Is her phone still transmitting?" Deeks asked.
Eric tapped a few buttons and pulled up a map.
"She is in the middle of a lake," Eric said confused.
Callen and Sam glanced at one another.
"Give us directions on route," Callen said as he, Deeks and Sam turned to leave.
"Stop where you are Mr. Callen."
He and Sam turned as Director Vance came on screen.
"You, Mr. Deeks and Mr. Hanna are not going anywhere."
"But Kensi – ," Sam protested.
"If Miss. Blye was in the middle of a lake do you think her phone would be working?" the director asked.
They all looked at Eric like he should have said the same thing.
"I do not know all the details of this case. I'm transferring you to agent McGee who is in route to Los Angeles with Agent David, Agent Dinozzo, and Agent Gibbs."
The screen flashed and the reasonably thinner face of Timothy McGee appeared. Last Callen had seen, McGee was a noobie and was rather plump.
"So what's the story McGee?" Callen asked.
"Five months ago our team came across a group of terrorists that specialize mainly in undercover work. They come, kidnap people who are close to the person they want, and hold them hostage until the person who they want comes to get them."
"So wait, you're saying these guys took Kensi to get one of us?" Sam asked making sure he grasped the situation properly.
"We believe they want Callen," McGee said.
His face was replaced by Gibbs.
"I know you want to go after your agent, but trust me when I say she isn't there. It is a trick. A trick to get you Callen."
Callen rolled his eyes. He was tired of always being the target.
"Fine what do we do then?" he asked.
"Wait for us to get there. We will explain everything when we do."
Callen nodded and the screen went blank. Callen rolled his eyes again and followed Sam out of the room.
Eric watched them leave then looked at Deeks. He was rubbing his forehead with his eyes closed. He then opened his eyes and met Eric's. He shook his head and followed Sam and Callen out of the room as Nell leaned against her desk.
Eric stood up and extended his hand to her.
"You look exhausted," he said.
She yawned in response.
"We have to do more to help Kensi," she said sitting back up.
Eric shook his head.
"Oh no you need to rest. I'll keep looking for Kensi."
She didn't resist as he took her hand and led her to the couch in the office. She lay down and he knelt next to the couch.
"You know it's not your fault," Eric said as a tear ran down Nell's bruised face.
"I should have shot them all," Nell said, her voice untouched by emotion.
"Kensi is good at what she does," Eric said brushing a piece of hair out of Nell's eyes. "She will be alright."
"Then only thing I don't get is why they left me," Nell said, her brow wrinkling.
"I'm glad they didn't take you," he said, a small grin on his face.
She smiled, but he could tell that didn't make her feel better.
"Go to sleep. We will all be here when you wake up," Eric assured her.
She had just nodded off when Sam and Callen called from upstairs.
"What's up?" Eric asked, but before anyone could answer him the TV came to life.
What came on shocked them all into silence. There, sitting tied to a chair was their missing agent.
"What the hell?" Eric practically yelled as he dove for his computer.
"Trace that," Callen said.
"I'm working on it, but if they are using anything other than a video camera, which they probably are, it will be very hard to trace."
"Just do it Eric," Callen hissed.
Sam yelled for Hetti and Deeks, who were right outside the door. They bolted in, sliding to a surprised stop.
"Is that-"
"Kensi," Callen answered Deeks, leaning against the table in front of him.
"Eric can you trace it?" Deeks asked standing right in front of the huge screen.
He seemed to be trying to get as close to his partner as he could.
"I'm trying," the tech said.
"Can you clean up the picture Eric?"
Eric tapped some buttons and the pixley screen became almost crystal clear. Kensi had duct tape over her mouth and her hands were tied behind her. Her eyes were determined but Deeks could see the fear masked by anger. She was watching someone behind the camera.
"Eric what is happening?" Callen asked.
"They must have a really good hacker because they are keeping me from seeing what they are doing, and I can't track the video feed. But I'm working on it," he added the last sentence when he saw Callen and Deek's faces.
A man suddenly was blocking their view of Kensi. He walked to her and started rummaging through her pockets. She squirmed as his hand moved up her inner thigh. Though they could not see his face, they could see hers. Her brows were furrowed and jaw clenched. She pulled her arms, but to no avail. Whatever was holding her was holding her fast.
Deeks was concentrating on her eyes. They were defiant and angry. The brown spheres bore holes into the man's head as his hand continued to move. When he got close enough however she closed her eyes and head butted him. Everyone in the room smiled, and Sam whooped. That was the Kensi Blye they knew. Unfortunately the man didn't enjoy being made a joke of so after he whined and held his now bloody nose he came back and slapped Kensi across the cheek. Deeks flinched with the blow. He heard a soft grunt from his partner, but there was no other sign that she was in pain.
Another man began speaking in a language none of them understood and the first man pulled Kensi's cell out of her back pocket, holding his hand on her backside for longer than necessary. This made fire burn throughout Deeks. The man disappeared behind the camera then reappeared and walked to Kensi again. He ripped he duct tape off and said, "Say exactly what we told you to."
"And if I don't?"
"Trust me sweet heart. You're not as indispensable as you think," he said catching her chin in his hand and pinching her cheek. "Although it would be a shame to lose that ass before I got a piece of it."
"You aren't getting anything from me you oversized ape," Kensi snapped.
Deeks smiled. 'Firecracker all the way,' he thought to himself.
The man turned and went behind the camera again.
"Talk," he instructed.
Kensi didn't say anything. She just stared defiantly above the camera at what Callen guessed was the man's face. Suddenly Hetti's phone rang making them all jump. Hetti answered it then set it to speaker. Gibb's voice came over the line.
"Callen have they called you yet?" she asked.
"No they are videoing Kensi. They want her to say something," Callen answered a little confused as to how he knew something was happening in the case while he was on an airplane.
The phone went silent as Gibbs put his phone on speaker and they listened. By now one of the men had gone up and hit Kensi several times. Deeks was grinding his fist into the table behind him, making his knuckles begin to bleed.
"Fine," she hissed breathlessly as she spit out blood.
She turned defeated eyes on the camera.
"Deeks," she addressed him quietly.
Everyone in the room froze. She wasn't addressing Callen like Gibbs said she would.
"These bastards want you to come to where I am and save me. They say they will kill me if you don't, but I don't think they will because half of them are younger than 20 and I don't think they would hurt-"
But her sentence was ripped from her by a fist to the chest. She doubled over as far as her tied hands would allow.
"That wasn't what we told you to say!" it was another man, but Kensi was right.
He sounded like he was about 18, and obviously inexperienced. The first man came to his side and elbowed him in the ribs. He pushed him out of view and leaned down so his eyes would be level with Kensi's. Tears were in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She glared at the man who was holding her chin again.
"Pull another stunt like that, and you will have one less finger instead of a bruised rib."
He roughly let her go and disappeared behind the camera again. Kensi caught her breath and looked back up at the camera. Kensi's eyes held so much pain and fear that Deeks almost couldn't stand it."They are going to kill me Deeks," she said through clenched teeth.
Deeks leaned harder on the table and rested his chin in his hands. Suddenly his phone rang. He jumped and pulled it out. His mouth fell open when he saw 'Kensi' on the phone id.
"Kens?" he asked before he looked back at the screen and saw that she wasn't the one on the phone.
"Hello Mr. Deeks," said the voice on the other line said.
Deeks looked back at the screen as a man holding Kensi's phone.
"Yes Mr. Deeks. I'm sure you see me," he said.
Deeks could hear both the voice on the TV and the voice over the phone, and it was making him crazy.
"Who are you?" Deeks asked barley able to keep his anger in check.
"That does not matter. What does matter is that this woman-" he gestured to Kensi in the background. "Will be dead if you don't get here in 34 hours."
"34 hours? Why 34?" Deeks asked trying to buy time for Eric to trace the call.
"Well technically you have 24, but if you don't show up after 24 then we will inject Miss Blye with a chemical that takes 10 hours to work. That gives you ten more hours to get here. Unfortunately those ten hours will be very painful for your friend here. She will be coughing up parts of her body that should really stay inside of her. It will be very uncomfortable, but it's your call."
"If you hurt her I will make you're very soon to be short life end."
"You have 24 hours Mr. Deeks."
The call ended abruptly and Deeks slammed his phone down.
"Damn it!" he shouted. "Eric did you trace it?"
Eric looked almost afraid to answer.
"No," he said timidly. "There wasn't enough time, and anyway he was using a router that made the signal bounce around. I couldn't get it pinned down."
Deeks slammed his fists on the table. "Well how the hell are we going to find her without a location!" he shouted so loud it made Eric cringe then look to Callen or Sam for help.
Both men looked at each other and Callen stepped forward, only because Sam was just as furious as Deeks was."Deeks, Kensi is safe for now. We will find her," Callen said putting a reassuring hand on his tense shoulder.
Deeks glared back at Callen's worried eyes.
"If we don't find her in time, the blood won't be on your hands Callen. It will be on mine," Deeks hissed.
Deeks threw Callen's hand off his shoulder and crossed the room where he put his fist in the wall.
"She is my agent Deeks. Her blood is going to be on my hands," Callen countered.
Deeks spun to face Callen.
"She is my partner! If something happens to another – " but he stopped.
Everyone knew what had happened to his partner in the LAPD. While Deeks had been undercover, she had been blown up in a car explosion. It all seemed to be rushing back to Deeks so quickly and overwhelming him and Callen saw that. He sighed and took a calming breath.
"Eric I want a countdown clock up."
Eric looked from Callen's downcast face to Deek's, then put up 24 hours on the big screen. It began a countdown. The team watched ten seconds count down on Kensi's life before Callen shook his head and left the room. As he went down the stairs he could be heard saying, "Eric I want her location by the time the DC team gets here!"
Eric gulped and looked for help in Sam's face. He shook his head and turned to leave. Eric looked back at the numbers on the screen. It was at 23:57:24. One minute and three seconds were gone from Kensi's life expectancy. Eric almost broke down from that alone, but Kensi's voice suddenly filled the room.
"Guys I don't know if your still there, but these moron's left the camera on."
Eric fell out of his chair trying to get to the screen so quickly. He tapped it twice to minimize the countdown and pulled up the video that was still running.
"Callen, Sam, get up here!" he yelled as he enlarged the video.
Callen and Sam didn't need to be told. When they heard Kensi's voice, they were practically up the stairs. They slid to a stop behind Eric and Deeks. Nell was right behind them.
"Deeks, I doubt they will kill me. Most of them are kids. There is one big guy that looks like their leader. He calls the shots, and throws most of the punches."
As she spoke she looked like she was trying to wriggle her hands free.
"I haven't been able to see any part of the outside. There are no windows in this place, but I could smell the ocean when they were bringing me in earlier. And I heard freighters. They sounded close. When I'm not in here, I'm in a tiny cell chained to a wall by both wrists. There are about 50 cells in this really long room. They all have a person in them that I have seen. I don't know what kind of operation is happening here, but its bad guys. Just promise me that-" but she stopped. She waited and seemed to be listening.
Then her vision was drawn behind the camera. A door opened and closed. Her eyes grew wide as they came toward her.
"Are you herding cows?" she asked.
The question made no sense to Callen or his team until the men came into view. One was carrying a huge bull whip. Deeks' heart leapt into his chest as thoughts of what they were going to do leapt into his mind.
The man with the whip walked up to Kensi and pulled a knife. Kensi watched it warily as it was put against one arm. He slit her sleeve as he slid it up her arm. He stopped at the inside of her elbow and moved to the buttons on her shirt. Starting at the top, he popped the buttons one by one.
"Turn the camera on. I want her little buddies to see what we do to her," the man said.
Kensi watched the whip wielding man with hard, angry eyes. To the horror of everyone in the room with Callen, the man pulled off his shirt and pants before the camera was covered with the other guy figuring out how to turn it on, which it already was. He moved just before he found what he thought was the on switch. The last thing anyone saw was Kensi's eyes. They were trained on the camera, pleading for help of some kind. Then the screen went black.
"Damn it!" Deeks yelled throwing the pen he was holding.
Sam dodged it and Nell jumped at his sudden outburst. Eric ran his hands through his hair and crushed his eyes with the heels of his palms. Callen put his elbows on the counter in front of him and massaged the bridge of his nose. She was horrified, terrified, and she was probably thinking in the back of her mind that she was going to die.
"God damn it, Eric. Find her," Callen hissed.
He had never been more angry at a single person in his life. Sam followed him to go hit the punching bag a few times. Deeks, who was on the brink of tears, leaned against the table.
"This Gibbs guy better pull a miracle out of his ass," he said to no one in particular.
He shook his head then left the room, not wanting to stare at the countdown clock. Eric sighed pushing his hair out of his eyes. Nell came close and laid a tentative hand on his shoulder. He put his hand over hers and brought it to his cheek and breathed in the sweet smell of her hand lotion. Nell put a hand on each of Eric's shoulder's and turned him to face her.
"How do I fix this?" she asked.
"We get her back," Eric sighed meeting her bright eyes.
"No," Nell said. "How do I fix it. This was my fault. I need to make it right."
Eric took hold of her shoulders.
"We have to treat this like any other case. Pretend it's not Kensi we are trying to save before the clock hits zeros across the board."
Nell nodded, a determined look across her face.
"There is something I have to do first," she said then turned and jogged down the hall to where the shooting range was.
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