NCIS: LOS ANGELES FANFICTION
FORGIVE OR FORGET
Title: Forgive OR Forget
Category: TV Shows » NCIS: Los Angeles
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M+
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Friendship
DENSI FIC
WARNING - This story contains VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE & ADULT CONTENT.
I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!
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FORGIVE OR FORGET
Chapter 1: KENSI
A dangerous storm was building. The air was thick with the scent of rain as the dark, heavy clouds began to creep slowly towards Los Angeles city.
Just outside of the city at a remote airfield, three NCIS agents were preparing to brave the weather in the hopes of catching a convicted terrorist in the act of selling products used to make dirty bombs.
Senior Special Agents G. Callen & Sam Hanna were more than ready to close this case! It had been running for over three months and it had been a particularly difficult mission. The suspect who goes by the name Snake, was also wanted by the CIA, LAPD and NCIS for fraud, illegal weapons trading, drug smuggling and sex crimes. He was a wealthy cold hearted killer who knew how to get away with murder.
Sam had been working with Snake undercover as a bodyguard for the last few weeks, hoping to gather Intel on terrorist groups in the city. They had recovered some helpful information and now it was finally time to arrest Snake and his men.
To lure Snake into their trap, Sam had organized for him to meet a potential buyer (Callen) for a bulk order of explosives. Having earned Snake's trust Sam was able to convince him easily to meet with the buyer today at the airfield.
The plan was going well so far.
Callen and Sam stood on the airstrip with a large shoulder bag containing fake money to fool Snake into closing the deal. Once the explosive sample was checked and Snake had given them the location of the rest of the explosives the two senior agents would pretend to hand over the fake money before arresting him and his men.
All that was left to do was wait for Snake to arrive.
In the near distance junior special agent Kensi Blye was keeping a close eye on her two older teammates through the scope of her snipper gun. Being a highly skilled snipper, Kensi was often the lookout for her team.
As thunder rumbled overhead and small droplets of rain began to fall around her Kensi groaned and shifted position. She was lying on her stomach, both hands holding her gun steady. She had camouflage clothing on and heavy-duty boots made for rough terrain. She'd dug herself in a bit, surrounding her body with dirt so she was practically invisible to anyone standing below her on the airfield.
"Great, just great!" she muttered to herself, looking up at the darkening sky when another clash of thunder sounded. "I'm on a hill, surrounded by trees, holding a gun and it's going to storm!"
"Don't want to get wet Kens?" Special Agent G. Callen's voice came through her ear piece. He was obviously amused by his junior agent's lack of enthusiasm about the current weather situation.
"Oh yeah funny Callen," she replied bitterly. "You do realise the worst place to be in a storm is under a tree?"
"You're just cranky because Deeks hasn't answered your calls," Sam joined the conversation. He was peering in her direction up the hill with a smirk on his face. He couldn't see her but he knew where she was hiding.
Kensi scowled at him, "you're asking for it Sam. I have a gun and I know how to use it!"
The threat was playful but he knew she was pissed from the tone of her voice. He laughed light-heartedly, "You wouldn't shoot me Kens. I'm the one who brings the good coffee to work! If you shoot me you'd have to go back to the old stuff and I know how much you hate that coffee!"
"He has a point," Callen laughed. "You really do hate that coffee!"
"Well it tastes like dirt mixed with water, it's not even worthy of being called coffee." Kensi countered. "It's like drinking mud!"
Callen chuckled quietly.
Sam grinned and shook his head, "Oh Kensi what are we going to do with you?"
"Heads up guys," Callen interrupted pointing to the small aircraft approaching the airstrip. "We've got incoming."
Kensi refocused her eyes on the airstrip and steadied her gun. It was game time!
She watched the plane land and come to a halt in front of Callen and Sam. They walked over to the aircraft as the stairs lowered and Snake appeared at the top of the ramp. He took a step forward before descending from the plane, closely followed by three armed men.
Callen extended his hand to shake Snake's in greeting.
"Thank you for meeting with me. My name is Callahan," Callen said with a grin. "I have been looking for a supplier that I can trust for quite some time. When my mate told me about a guy who could get me what I needed at a good price I was eager to meet him… You must be Snake,"
"Indeed, I am," Snake nodded, "I have been told a lot about you Callahan. From what I hear, you are quite the explosives expert,"
"Well you know," Callen smirked. "I've always had a passion for making things go bang!"
Kensi snorted quietly, trying not to laugh. Oh how she loved these missions, there was never a dull moment with the boys around.
She took a deep breath and continued listening to the conversation through her earwig. So far so good.
"Let's get down to business, shall we?" Snake held out his hand and Sam placed a small bag into his palm. He then passed it to Callen, "here is the sample. I think you will be quite satisfied with it."
Callen quickly began to inspect the explosives sample. After a few seconds he nodded his head, "it's good. Just like your man said."
"I only deal with the highest quality products, Callahan," Snake explained. "I inspect it all myself. The men I told your friend about have used it to make their own bombs and they keep coming back for more. I guess that means it's good."
"It will be good and I'm going to need more in the future but for now the amount I asked for will do nicely… I have your money," Callen lifted the bag he was holding and unzipped it a bit to show Snake the money inside. "Where's the rest of the explosives?"
Snake grinned, "Very good Callahan. I have the address written down right here on this piece of paper."
Callen looked over the address, "ok sounds great. Here's your money."
Snake took the bag from Callen and extended his hand, "pleasure doing business with you."
"Likewise," Callen shook his hand and smiled.
Now was the moment they were all waiting for…
Callen twisted Snake's arm behind his back so fast he didn't even have time to blink. Sam pulled his gun from its holster on his hip and pointed it at Snake's bodyguards.
"NCIS don't move!" He shouted causing the men to stare at him in shock.
"You bastard!" Snake growled angrily. He had his hands cuffed and Callen was now shoving him forward, onto his knees. "You f***ing bastard!"
"Thanks Snake, couldn't have found the explosives without you! We know where you're keeping all your weapons and now we know where your explosives are too!" Callen replied calmly and confidently. "Oh and if I were you I would just stay where you are. You never know who could be out there watching your every move!"
Snake swore again and glared after Callen as he went over to back Sam up with the guards. He managed to get one in handcuffs pretty easily and he sat him next to his boss. Then he started to cuff the second man who struggled against him for only a second before Callen kneed him in the stomach and he went down, grunting in discomfort.
Three were now in cuffs with only one to go.
Just as Callen approached the remaining bodyguard, a blinding flash of lightening lit up the sky. The thunder was instant and unbelievably loud.
Rain started to pour down so hard that for a few seconds visibility was poor. Kensi couldn't see her teammates from her position, she could barely see the trees in front of her!
When the rain slowed just enough for her to see the airstrip a few long minutes later she wasn't expecting what she saw...
She spotted Sam first. He was pointing his gun at the man now holding Callen in a headlock with a gun held firmly against his temple. He had used the distraction of the storm to get the upper hand on the two agents and it was working.
Kensi heard Sam yelling over her earpiece but the line was crackly now that her earwig was wet. She desperately tried to listen but she couldn't make out what they were saying. She thought she heard something about a gun, the ground and someone supposably being undercover? She just couldn't be sure. Between the raging storm continuing all around her and her damaged earpiece, it was near impossible to get a clear audio signal.
Her hands were trembling slightly, she couldn't afford to miscalculate this shot. Even the slightest misjudgement could be disastrous for Callen.
Sam was shouting threats at the man, he had no clear shot. If he fired his gun he would hit Callen in the chest and potentially kill him. Callen was ordering him to shoot anyway, knowing the risks but his partner wasn't listening. It was up to Kensi to take this Son of a Bitch down!
Kensi concentrated hard and waited for the man, who had just identified himself as Jake, to turn just a bit to the left then she fired. The bullet hit the target in the head, killing him instantly.
Callen straightened up and kicked the man's gun out of reach, something they were trained to do whether the suspect was dead or alive. He glanced towards where Kensi was hidden in the trees and smiled gratefully. He knew she would be watching.
Sam wiped his brow with the back of his hand and breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank God for Kensi!"
Callen shook his head lightly and walked back over to where Snake and his two sidekicks were kneeling, both in shock.
"You should've taken the shot Sam," Callen huffed feeling both relieved that he was alive and a little angry that Sam had disobeyed his order.
"I knew Kensi had it G." Sam replied. "She had a better angle and a better gun,"
"She's a damn good snipper," Callen pulled Snake up to his feet. "A few more seconds and I'd be dead. You'd probably be dead too since you were too scared to shoot the guy!"
Sam threw him a look of disapproval, "I didn't have a problem shooting him. It was shooting you first that I wasn't prepared to do! Don't you think you have enough bullet holes in you as it is?"
Callen laughed, "I didn't think of it like that."
Meanwhile Kensi packed up her gear and started to make her way down the hill. It was still raining and the ground was slippery. She balanced herself well and took her time going down.
With the storm still overhead and the rain still falling it was difficult to navigate the terrain. It had been hard enough getting up the stupid hill, let alone getting down in this weather!
She tried to steady her feet again, feeling the earth sinking beneath her. She had to dig her heels into her boots and her boots deep into the mud to stop herself from sliding and tumbling down the hill.
She took a moment to regain her balance. Looking at the airfield she couldn't see anyone on the airstrip and wondered where the guys were. With her earpiece out of action she couldn't communicate with anyone.
She took another unsteady step forwards and her foot hit something hard under the surface of the uneven ground. She felt a sharp pain shoot up her leg and before she could react, she fell heavily onto her stomach, face planting into a pool of mud.
"Great just great!" Kensi spluttered, spitting a mouthful of mud onto the hill. She glanced up and wiped her hand over her eyes. She didn't have too far to go now, only a few more minutes and she would be at the bottom of this rotten hill.
She suddenly felt relieved that there was no one around. She didn't think she could handle the embarrassment of someone seeing her amazing slow-motion stumble and disappearing act into the mud.
For anyone watching it would have been pretty funny and Kensi just couldn't deal with that right now. She wasn't in the mood. She was exhausted and cold. She was in pain and she just wanted to go home. It was going to be bad enough trying to explain to Callen and Sam how she came to be caked in mud and was no doubt going to be slightly limping judging by the burning sensation running up her calf.
She forced her body up off the ground and readjusted her gun bag over her shoulder. Breathing in the damp air Kensi edged forward, ignoring the aching in her ankle and kept repeating to herself, one step closer to home. One step closer to a shower!
Her wet hair was clinging to her face, hanging in her eyes. Her clothes were soaked and she was completely covered in mud from head to toe! She couldn't wait to have a hot shower.
A cold wind started to blow around her as she finally reached the end of the hill.
She peered around and spotted the guys walking back towards her having just handed Snake over to the LAPD whose lights were flashing in the distance.
"OMG Kensi what happened?" Sam called to her as they approached.
She shrugged, "fell down a hill."
"Funny," Sam smiled, looking her up and down. "It looks like you just got swallowed up by the mud and spat out again!"
"That's something Deeks would say," Callen grinned at his partner.
Kensi rolled her eyes, silently musing over how right Sam was with his assumption. Not that she was going to tell him.
She turned to Callen who was standing by her side.
"Nice shot Kens," he squeezed her shoulder warmly. He wasn't usually one for physical contact but given that she had just saved his life he thought it was ok.
"Yeah good work Kens," Sam gave her a high-five. "By the way you look fantastic."
Kensi snorted at that, "Oh yeah I bet! My hair is a mess, I'm covered in mud and God knows what else!"
Sam laughed and they began to walk back the way they'd come.
Kensi trudged along slowly beside them, trying not to draw any attention to her injured foot. She managed to keep her stride reasonably normal even though the pain was getting pretty bad. One more step towards home. One more step towards a shower. One more step towards pain killers!
"So what happened with Snake?" She asked, hoping the distraction would keep her mind off her throbbing foot.
"LAPD have taken him and his goons to the boatshed for questioning, we will handle that if you want to have a shower when we get back," Callen offered.
He had been working with Kensi for many years and knew her well. He knew she would want to get cleaned up and changed into her usual clothes as soon as possible. She would probably be starving by now too. Everyone who knew her, knew Kensi was always hungry!
"Yep that sounds good to me!" Kensi agreed. "Thanks."
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Back at OPS an hour later…
Kensi had just finished in the shower, finally feeling clean and warm after their mission. She'd washed her hair first knowing it was all tangled with mud and would be a nightmare to manage later.
It had taken her longer than usual to clean up. The water had been stained with mud as she rinsed her body and then washed with her shower gel. The mud just didn't want to come off and she had to scrub a few times on her arms and through her hair to get it all out.
Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed her towel from the rack and started drying herself. When she was dry she got dressed in a pair of jeans and a light blue top before tying her damp hair up in a ponytail and leaving the bathroom.
Her ankle was still hurting and when she inspected it she found it swollen and bruised. Most likely a nasty sprain.
Refusing to ask for help from anyone, Kensi wrapped it herself and pulled a sock over the top of the bandage to hide it. She limped into the Bullpen and looked around. No one was there.
She knew Callen and Sam were still busy in the Boatshed with Snake and Hetty had gone home, she knew that because her car wasn't outside when they got back.
Kensi was pretty hungry now and due for some pain killers so she went into the lunchroom to see what was in the fridge.
It was eerily quiet. She wasn't used to OPS being so empty.
She checked the fridge and found a tub of Nell's chocolate custard. She knew she shouldn't but she really needed a sugar fix so she took the tub and wrote a quick note for Nell promising to replace it in the morning.
She put the custard on the bench to grab a spoon and a box of pain killers from the medicine draw. She quickly took two tablets with a mouthful of water and grabbed her custard.
With her stolen custard and a spoon, Kensi limped back to her desk.
Leaning as far back as she could against her chair, Kensi lifted her sore foot to rest on top of her desk. She opened the seal on the custard and dipped her spoon in. As she ate, she was again hit by the unusual quiet of the room.
Nell and Eric would be working in the computer room upstairs. The guys were busy with the interviews and her partner, NCIS liaison & LAPD Detective Marty Deeks was undercover for the LAPD.
Deeks had been missing from NCIS for three months. He had been assigned an undercover case and had cut all ties with NCIS in order to protect his cover. It was supposed to be a short project, go in get info and get out, but still there was no word from him.
She had tried to contact him, just to see how he was but he had turned his phone off. She hadn't seen him around his house either, not that she was keeping an eye on it or anything because that would be creepy.
Kensi hadn't been happy when he had told her he accepted the job three months ago. Firstly, because she knew she'd be given desk duty due to not having backup in the field and secondly because she would miss him, not that she would tell him that.
And here she was three months later, sitting alone at her desk eating Nell's desert and thinking about him, again!
Getting frustrated with the silence Kensi stood up and walked back to the lunchroom. She discarded the empty tub into the bin and placed the spoon she was using in the dishwasher.
There was nothing for her to do so she decided to go home. She could do with a good night's sleep and knew she'd have more paperwork to fill out in the morning. She was the paperwork girl! Not Bad Ass Blye anymore. Nope just the agent that did all the paperwork.
Apart from today she'd only been out of the office a total of three times since Deeks left. It was driving her crazy!
She was pretty sure she was driving Nell and Eric crazy too since she often hung out in the computer room during the day, watching as Callen and Sam went out to catch the bad guys.
She was more than a little jealous that they got to go out and she didn't so when they had asked her to back them up earlier that day she had jumped at the opportunity!
Of course, she could've done without the storm, being caked in mud and spraining her ankle but she was still grateful that she had been let out for a few hours.
There was only so much paperwork one person could do before going completely insane and she was fast approaching that limit. She was after all an outside, action kind of girl and sitting at a desk all day wasn't something she particularly enjoyed.
Kensi went over to Sam's desk and left him a note. 'Gone home. See you tomorrow. Kens.'
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