Deeks and Kensi spent a lovely morning in the beach before heading for Ops. Marty in his bike and Kensi jogging. They were working, but even then, they enjoyed every minute together. As always, many of the girls started recognizing Deeks and waved at him; he smiled and fixed his hair. Kensi made jokes, especially when the girls called him "party Deeks" but she got a little jealous to see how many women – all very beautiful – knew him. Some of the girls were playing volleyball, but the blonde with the green one caught Deeks attention; she seemed familiar in a different way. He decided not to let that bother him, but he kept his eyes wide open anyway.

Later that day, the only thing in everybody's mind was Callen's disappearance. The team was very worried, especially his partner Sam Hanna. After going through some of his contacts and putting some clues together, they realized G. was after clues to Arkady's location. Apparently, Callen didn't think he died in their last encounter in Russia and since he was the agent last chance to somehow finds his father, he wasn't ready to let any bit of a lead just go away.

As soon Sam and the other put that together, they started canvassing some locations G. might show up. Agent Hanna went by his house while Kensi and Deeks went for some field work. During the stakeout, Kensi decided to reintroduce the IA subject because that seemed like the one place Deeks wouldn't be able to run away from the conversation. Since Hetty informed them about the Internal Affairs investigation, Kensi could see in Deeks eyes how troubled he was. She didn't know it that was because he was hiding something or because he didn't know what to expect; either way, he was definitely hiding something and she was going to find out what it was!

- Deeks, talk to me.

He noticed by her tone, that there's no way to avoid the IA conversation, so it was better to just start talking.

- I just keep racking my brain, going over every single case I've ever worked, trying to figure out what sparked Internal Affairs. - He was looking down, almost ashamed of himself without even knowing why.

- Well...Maybe it wasn't one of yours. - Kensi said with a soft voice, trying to comfort him.

- What do you mean?

- Maybe it was somebody else's case. Something that you were working on peripherally, and therefore you don't remember any of the details. - She gave him a little smile – And plus, you haven't heard from them in a month. They probably dropped it.

- I found somebody going through my recycling bin last week.

- Big deal. I find people going through my recycling bins all the time looking for cans and bottles. - She was worried, but wanted to look strong for him. - So what?

- This guy was wearing a suit, driving an unmarked Crown Vic

with California Exempt plates. - His voice was cracking.

- What?

- Yeah.

- Why didn't you tell me this? - She hit the wheel.

- What? I'm telling you now. - He didn't want to make a big deal of it.

- No. What else aren't you telling me? - Her concern was becoming anger.

- Um, that's my point; I don't know. - He looked away to avoid eye contact. Deeks didn't wanna Kensi to see how scared he really was.

- Deeks, this is the point where you say, "Kensi, don't worry, I-I don't

hide anything from you." So what's going on here? - She looked away, too.

After a few silent moments, Deeks bit his lips and fixed his hair before starting talking again.

- All right, here's another one. When I was a rookie detective, they partnered me up with this guy that was old-school. I mean, like, old-school methods that weren't exactly… in keeping with department policy.

- Such as? - Kensi looked back at him with a very serious look on her face. She wasn't liking where that conversation was headed.

- Such as: on my very first day, got a suspect to talk by using

a pot of scalding-hot coffee.

- What did you do? - She was disgusted only imagining someone like the detective.

- What do you mean, what did I do? - Deeks was almost justifying himself for her. - I confronted him, and he responded to that by putting his gun in my mouth.

- Did you report him?

- Of course I did, 'cause that's the right thing to do.

- And?

- And at that point, no one wanted to work with me. Which is why I started

doing undercover work.

- Is this jackass still on the force? - She was genuinely sad with that story. She almost couldn't believe it.

- No. No, he's dead.

- How?

- I don't know. You know, they, uh... found him in this Hollywood motel. Shot with his own gun. Rumor was that he used to get really high and beat up hookers, so the investigators just assumed that... he was whaling on some poor girl, and she got hold of his gun and unloaded it.

- If there's something that I need to know, then you need to tell me. - Kensi hated herself for asking that question, but she had to.

The silence took over the car again and when Kensi was starting to really worry about it, she noticed Deeks' mind was elsewhere: he was squinting and nodding his head like he couldn't believe what his eyes had spotted. He started the car and told Kensi to turn left; his voice sounded very angry so Kensi did it and asked:

- Deeks, what's going on?

- I'm not sure; tell you in a minute.

She hit the break.

- You either tell me now or we're not leaving here! - Now she was pissed. (And it was about to get even more)

He fixed his hair again, looked up and down and took a deep breath before explaining – which was a terrible sign.

- Kens, don't be mad, but this morning on the beach, I think I had recognized one of the girls.

- I noticed that, "party Deeks". - She almost thought he was kidding.

- No. That's not what I'm talking about. I think I know one of them from somewhere else. And I'm almost sure I just saw her again.

Kensi started the car again and looked around searching for the target.

- The damn IA agent is following us again!

- Not "us". You have nothing to do with this.

- Shut up Deeks! You're not alone, it is happening to us, not you.

Their phones started buzzing.

- Not now, Nell! - They shouted.

- Sorry guys. - She was a little disturbed by the screaming. - But Granger wants you back in Ops immediately.

They hanged up and turned off both their phones and GPS in the car. That was their chance to find out what was happening and they couldn't let it go. Not now. Callen and Ops was gonna have to wait.

Back in Ops, a very annoyed Owen Granger marched upstairs followed by an even more annoyed Henrietta Lange.

- How far are Kensi and Deeks, miss Jones? - Hetty asked.

Nell looked at Eric and he just looked at her back; neither of them were talking. When they didn't get an answer, the assistant director intervened:

- Beale, pull up their GPS location. Now!

Eric took his glasses off and started cleaning them on his shirt, trying to stay calm. Nell started typing. The two of them were simply terrified.

- So that's how you control your team, Henrietta? Callen is gone doing God knows what, agent Hanna is covering him, Kensi and Deeks seemed to have disappeared as well and not even those two will open their mouths.

- Shut up, Owen! - Hetty didn't accept anyone talking shit about her team; they were her everything and if they needed to be punished, she was the only one to do it.

Agent Lange was just about to start a fight with Granger when Nell and Eric found Callen's location using a tracker Sam placed on G when he let him go. Since the team wasn't complete, Hetty and Granger had to go retrieve him. For their surprise, agent Hanna already had that agenda and was backing his partner up.

By the end of the day, Callen was retrieved – with some help of a taser gun used by Hetty – and (almost) all the problems were sorted. Kensi and Deeks lost all the action, so when they saw Hetty gently kissing Sam in his forehead and the two friendly hugging, was very confusing. They weren't ready to deal with that right now, so they just sit on their desks and silently started doing some paperwork.

Hetty, obviously, noticed their arrival and after everybody left, he approached.

- What the hell happened today? - Her tone was terrifying.

They stood up and started walking, not even a word.

- Don't you two dare turn your backs on me. - She knew there was something very wrong. No one on their right minds would walk away from Henrietta Lange. - Mr Deeks! Ms Blye!

It was too late. They had left already.