Author's Note: Okay, so first of all I would like to let everyone know that I will be posting updates to Fern, Tortured, and Alyssa's One-Shots sometime within the next several hours. I have the updates pretty much written out already, but I still need to proofread them one last time, and then get them uploaded. So here's to hoping I can get it all done, and still finish my homework for my History professor.
Secondly, this little bit you are about to read is sort of a teaser for a new story that I am also working on alongside my others. It just kind of popped into my head very recently while I was thinking about my stories Tortured and Save Me. I immediately knew that I needed to write this new story.
Now, without further ado, I will leave you guys to enjoy the main feature, and hope to hear back some of your thoughts and comments on this new piece. Enjoy!
Everyone was gathered at the boat shed. They were watching an interrogation unfold in front of them, and none of them were particularly happy about it. There was an uneasiness that filled the air around everyone in the room, and no one felt it more than LAPD liaison officer Detective Marty Deeks.
"Hetty, I don't understand." Deeks said, turning to face the tiny woman who stood next to him watching the live camera feed streaming from inside the interrogation room. "Why is Callen questioning Kensi?" he asked, uncertainly.
Hetty looked up at the shaggy-haired man with a sad look. "Its not for me to say, Mr. Deeks." Was all that the operations manager said before turning back to the viewing screen.
Deeks stared down at the tiny woman with confusion and disbelief for a long moment, before finally turning his attention back to the interrogation currently in full swing just one room over.
…On the viewing screen…
Callen paced the length of the small table obviously deep in thought, and NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye sat on the wrong side of said table. Callen stopped finally, facing away from his colleague, and let out an agitated sigh.
"You know why you're here?" he asked without turning around.
Kensi remained silent and unmoving, staring straight ahead with her face devoid of any emotion or telltale expression.
Callen turned around finally, and stared back at the female federal agent. "Come on." He said insistently without raising his voice. "Say something, anything." He urged her. "Explain yourself." He was almost begging her at that point.
She said nothing, and did nothing—only continued to sit motionless in her seat.
Callen moved forward, clearly irritated by the woman's lack of cooperation, and flipped open the dossier he'd left sitting in the center of the table.
He produced several crime scene photos from within, and carefully arranged them on the tabletop in front of Kensi. "See these men…they're all dead—but you knew that." Callen said, his chest heaving with the emotions he was fighting to keep in check. "This one." He said, pointing to one photo in particular that set in the center of all the others. "This was the last one, and do you know what we found at the scene?"
Kensi still did not react to Callen's frustration or his words, both of which were directed solely at her.
…Inside the interrogation room…
"Your fingerprints…on the murder weapon." Callen told her, though he was sure she already knew that particular detail. "What do you have to say to that?" he asked. "Damnit Kensi." He swore angrily after another long moment of silence from the woman. "Say something. Say this is all a mistake." He urged her insistently, but this time his voice did rise a few octaves.
Callen hated himself immensely for treating his teammate like a criminal, but evidence doesn't lie…at least not that he knew of anyway.
"Don't throw your life away, Kens." Callen tried softening his voice, but it still did little in the way of breaking Kensi's resolve. "You just don't care do you?" Callen said disgustedly, his voice rising up again. "What about Deeks, hunh? He's your partner. He deserves the truth don't you think. Or do you not care about him either?"
Kensi actually blinked at Callen's last statement. She knew that he was right—Deeks did deserve the truth, but not the heartache that came with it. He would hate her for sure, and that much she felt certain of. She wasn't sure she could take having her partner, her best friend, look at her like she was the worst person in the entire world.
The female federal agent felt hot, fresh tears spring into her eyes as she sat there staring at the wall on the opposite end of the room. She finally looked up at the team leader, her eyes glistening with the tears that she so desperately fought back, and spoke with unwavering conviction.
"I would die for him." Kensi said in a low, shaky voice.
Outside the interrogation room, Deeks was feeling unsteady all of a sudden. The weight of what was going on pressed down upon him like the pressures in the deepest depths of the ocean. The thoughts that began to swirl around inside his head were too horrible to say out loud.
The things that Callen was suggesting that Kensi did were just too unfathomable to be true. They couldn't be. Kensi just wasn't that kind of person—but then again. So many things that had happened over the last two or three months began to make sense, and he wished like hell that they didn't.
Suddenly the liaison officer needed air—fresh, clean air. He turned away, careful not to let anyone else in the room see the tears that were building in his own eyes, and then he hastily exited the room without a single word.
Hetty looked up. "Mr. Deeks." she called quietly after the shaggy-haired man. It was too late though, and he was already out the door and off to God only knew where.
"Deeks!" Sam tried as well, but then he got a look from Hetty and that was the end of that.
"Give him room, Mr. Hanna." Hetty said quietly. "This can't be easy for him right now." She added, as the two of them looked on with sad eyes.
Back inside the interrogation room, Callen looked down at the brunette, and studied her for a few quick seconds before responding. "What about kill? Would you kill for him?" Callen asked somberly.
Kensi pushed her seat back from the table and stood up. Everyone watched as she walked towards the nearby surveillance camera that was mounted in the corner just opposite the door.
"Deeks," she said with a shaky voice as she stared up into the camera lens that was trained only on her at that moment. "I had no choice." She said apologetically, still fighting the tears that stung the space behind her eyes. "I did it for you…for us." She continued.
Callen wanted desperately to shut his ears and pretend that he wasn't hearing any of what the female federal agent was saying at that moment—but sadly, he could not. He could only watch helplessly as the truth finally began to emerge from the shadowy corners it had hidden in for so long.
"I need you to understand." Kensi was saying. "Please, I need you to-"
Callen received some new information from the outside through his earwig transmitter, and it wasn't good. He debated for a few very brief seconds on whether or not he should tell Kensi, but he eventually decided that honesty was probably best for the time being.
"Kens," Callen said softly.
Kensi turned halfway around and looked at the other man standing just across the way from her.
"He's already left the boatshed." Callen finally managed to choke the words out for her. "Deeks is gone."
That was it. The tears began streaming down Kensi's cheeks almost immediately as she lumbered back to hear seat, and then plopped down into the hard plastic once again. She had known this might happen if and when he found out, but she had hoped beyond belief that maybe he'd forgive her on the spot and tell her that everything would be okay. That had been wishful thinking on her part to be sure.
Callen pulled out the other chair, and sat down across the table from the sobbing woman. "Kensi," he said softly. "I need to know…everything."
Kensi wiped tears from her face with the backs of her hands, and stared across the table at Callen. The truth would finally be told at long last, and it had been a long time coming. She was tired of running and hiding from those she cared about, especially from Deeks the one person in the world that she trusted more than anyone or anything else. She would have to start from the beginning to be able to accurately relay her sordid tale of murder and deceit.
"It was three months ago," Kensi began, after taking a deep breath and then letting it go all at once. "Deeks and I had planned to grab a beer later that evening. I was leaving the mission that afternoon, and that's when I received the phone call, on my cell. It was a private number, unlisted, and I never should have answered it. I knew better…"
…TBC…