"All in a day's work. Freeing an innocent Marine and stopping bombings. Your team is good Hetty."

The small woman gave her a knowing grin. "Yes Ms. Hill, they are. Which is why you are here. Or so I have been told."

The younger woman nodded. "Well that and to see an old friend but yes. I need your help Hetty. This is coming from the Director's desk. I suspect that Assistant Director Granger is being briefed at the moment. Tomorrow we will brief the rest of them. Hetty, this is big and bad."

The smaller woman frowned. "How bad?"

"I've been on this case for almost six months Hetty and I have nothing."

The team gathered in ops, they had received an alert for a case early. It was barely seven am and they were all gathered in the ops center waiting to be briefed. "Nell, what's the delay?" The analyst looked at Callen and shook her head. "We were told to wait for Granger."

The doors to ops slid open and the man himself walked in, along with Hetty and someone else. Before anyone could say anything Kensi reacted.

"A? What are you doing here?"

The young woman behind their boss and her boss smiled at Kensi. "I wish I could say it was all play K but it's not." Kensi stepped forward, tugging the other woman into a hug, prompting an eyebrow raise from her partner and the other two agents in the room.

They all swept their eyes over the girl. She looked more like a model than someone with security clearance to their building but then again, so did their very own badass Blye. The woman was dressed similarly to their own female agent. Skinny jeans, and a simple red Henley and black combat boots. Her hair was up in a simple ponytail.

The two women separated and Kensi grinned at her team. "Guys, this is Special Agent Annie Hill, we trained together at FLETC."

Hetty chuckled. "You gentlemen are in the presence of the first and second place graduates of the 2006 NCIS FLETC class." The two girls shared a smirk. "I like to think of A as my first partner." The girl laughed. "And your best Blye, or have I been replaced?"

Deeks' eyebrow rose, but Kensi just laughed. "This is special agent G Callen," Callen stepped forward to shake her hand and Agent Hill smirked. "Ah yes, I have heard of you." Callen's face went from neutral to surprised but the agent revealed nothing else. Kensi waved at Sam, "Agent Sam Hanna."

Sam stepped forward and shook her hand. Kensi turned to Eric and Nell. "Our tech operator Eric Beale and our Intel Analyst Nell Jones." Both waved at her and then Kensi turned to Deeks. "My partner, LAPD lesion Marty Deeks."

Deeks felt distinctly like he was under a microscope as the woman stepped forward to shake his hand and swept her eyes over him. "Huh, interesting." His eyebrow once again quirked but Kensi just laughed. "Play nice A." The woman turned her attention back to Kensi with a playful smirk. "Way to ruin all my fun K. Sadly I guess that is my cue."

She moved to stand in front of the screen and nodded at Nell. "I have brought you all a case, my case. I've been working this for nearly six months and well, I could use the help of one of the agencies A teams."

"One of?" The agent smirked at Callen. "You are not the only special ops team, or A team, and you know it Callen." She smiled at the team, "anyway, I could use your help and Director Vance finally authorized it so here I am."

Hetty moved to stand next to her. "Ms. Jones." Nell nodded and the screen flooded with pictures. Agent Hill took a deep breath before launching into her briefing. "Six months ago Jeramiah Harrison was found dead in his garage. Apparent suicide by car." The picture popped up, along with a military id badge and career sheet. Sam sucked in a breath.

"He was a SEAL." Agent Hill nodded. "Yes. Jeramiah was 26 years old. Young for a SEAL but a damn good one. He was attached to a black ops unit that has carried out missions in Asia, Africa and most of the Middle East. He did not commit suicide. He was dying before he was put in that car. He was murdered. I was brought in to work the case. He was found dead in his Georgia home."

She nodded at Nell, who again clicked a button. "Four weeks later I had nearly nothing when I got the alert." Another dead body filled the screen. This one was charred. "Meet Petty Officer Arron Boyle, a Navy SEAL." Sam sighed, "let me guess, the same unit as Harrison?"

"Correct Agent Hanna. Boyle was retired, he left the teams not long after Harrison joined. In fact, he trained him to be his replacement on the squad. He died in an apparent car accident, the charred body is thanks to an overheated gas tank. He too was murdered. It was small but the ME found evidence of a puncture wound on his neck and trace amounts of poison in his system. He was found three blocks from his house in Texas."

Another nod and another body. "I still had nothing, no evidence no DNA. And then another body dropped. This is Navy SEAL Tony Garrison, he died about a month ago in New Orleans. I was called in when they realized it was my same squad. Again, apparent accidental death, and again murdered with no evidence left to trace it."

"Someone is targeting a SEAL squad." Agent Hill nodded. "Yeah K, and I have almost nothing to go on. These guys are pros. The squad was small, there are only two other men in the unit and their handler. Look, I know what I'm doing and I can't find anything. I requested for this team to be brought in after Garrison. I was denied." Her eyes slid to Granger before looking back at the rest of the team.

"I am here now because we found the squad's handler." More images and information flooded the screen. "This is CIA Agent Marcus Ramirez. He was the handler of the SEAL team, among other things of course. He was found dead yesterday morning in his LA home. He was here as an overnight stop before meeting me and director Vance in DC. When he never made his plane we were alerted and he was found dead."

Granger moved forward. "Director Vance wants us to figure out why this team, and why now. We also need to find the other two missing team members and then ensure they are safe."

"I have calls out to them but they are both still active duty and both currently on mission from what I have been told so that won't be a problem Granger." The man turned an un-friendly eye on the newest agent in the room but she ignored it. "K, I believe you know this one."

An image popped up and Kensi nodded. "Yeah, I didn't know he was a SEAL though." Agent Hill nodded. "Yes, Andy is a SEAL and he and his teammate Frank Reeds are the last two of the four man squad alive. Both on classified missions that no one has been willing to brief me on."

Hetty nodded. "Leave that to me Ms. Hill."

She turned to her team. "We need to find out who is doing this. Agent Hill has been temporarily assigned to our team until we have done so." She gave the young woman a smile, which Agent Hill returned before looking at Kensi. "So K, ready to show these boys why we were one and two?"

Kensi laughed. "A chance to work the field with you? Hell yes." The two girls shared twin smirks to the amusement of everyone else. Callen stepped forward. "So what evidence do you have Agent Hill?"

"Please call me Annie." Callen nodded. "I have hardly anything. The team was sent to capture or take out high value military targets. Based on the inclusion of Jerimiah I was able to narrow down the scope to the Middle East, specifically Afghanistan and Iraq. The team was in and out of the region for the whole year that Harrison was with them before Boyle retired but that is still a lot of cases. The assumption from the director was that Ramirez could help narrow it down but he was on a case of his own until a week ago. We got the meeting but we have nothing. All I have is the evidence that each man was murdered and made to look like either accident or suicide so that tells me that whoever is behind this is trained and they are good. I'm hoping that Ramirez's place or his body will tell us more."

Callen nodded. "Kensi, Deeks, take Annie to the crime scene. She is the most familiar with the case and will know what, if anything to look for. Sam and I will work the team angle and I will try a few contacts at the agency and see if I can get any help in narrowing down the cases in question."

Annie smiled at the other agent. "I'm a step ahead of you Callen. The files on the teams missions are being brought to us by a friend at the agency."

Hetty nodded. "Yes, Agent Carter will meet you at the boatshed." Sam and Callen nodded, leaving ops. Deeks watched as Annie turned to Kensi as Hetty and Granger left ops. "So, you landed yourself on Hetty's team. Nice going girl."

Kensi laughed, "Not bad yourself. I gather that you are the roaming agent I have been hearing rumors about." The other woman chuckled. "That would be me. I spent some time as an agent afloat, and then a few of the travel teams, but Director Vance made me a solo operative about two years ago."

Kensi held out a hand for a high five and received one. "Damn girl, look at you." Annie laughed. "Well Blye, we can't all be top of our class and personally requested by the legend herself." Deeks head whipped to Kensi at that but she was too busy catching up with her friend to notice. "So you gonna tell me why you're the one with the Detective as a partner?"

At that both women turned his attention to him and the new agent smirked. "No offense of course." Kensi laughed and rolled her eyes. "Deeks is good A, he wouldn't be here if he wasn't. Besides, Sam and Callen have been partners for a while."

"Well ladies, as great as this is," Kensi chuckled, "Don't you think we should be going?" Both female agents nodded and he followed them out of the room.

"So A, how is your family?" Annie smiled at her old friend. "Good, my uncle is still in NOLA, my cousin is in school for piano and he is thrilled. My mom is on a cruise at the moment and Isaac is serving his last tour, he comes home in two months and then he gets to figure out civilian life."

Deeks was sitting quietly in the passenger seat, listening to the two women catch up. "I heard about your dad K. I'm glad you got the bastard before he got you." Kensi swallowed. "Thanks. It was…" She trailed off and her friend smiled. "I know K. Don't need more than that." Kensi grinned at the girl.

"Wait, you knew?" Kensi laughed at his shocked expression. "Yes Deeks. Annie is the only person in my life outside the team that I don't have to lie to. And I've known her for a while. I told her that I wanted to know who murdered my father."

Annie shifted in her seat so that she was semi facing him from where he was sitting behind Kensi. "K and I were the only two female graduates of FLETC that year. There were only four to start. The other two washed out leaving her and I. The guys made it a challenge to see how far they could push to get us to quit." Kensi snorted. "Or sleep with them."

She shared a look with the new agent and they both smirked. Deeks got the feeling that these two were a dangerous duo. Hell, he knew how good Kensi was alone, so that was enough to warrant a guess as to how they were together.

"We realized quickly that it was us versus them. We partnered up. We had…similar experiences before joining NCIS." Annie nodded. "My dad died when I was little. My uncle helped my mom out and was the father I didn't have. He is also an NCIS agent, and a damn good one. I already had a bit of training before going to FLETC and I discovered a kindred spirit in K."

"Ahh yes, the weekend trips with the marine dad." Kensi nodded at him in the mirror. Both girls smirked. "Those boys got quite the wakeup call when we out shot them ten ways to Sunday on day one."

Deeks chuckled. "Kensi and I both quickly picked up Sniper training, combat, all of it. We worked twice as hard and moved twice as fast as half those guys. We had to." They shared knowing smirks before Kensi chimed in again.

"Oh yeah, this one here broke a guy's nose sparring after only a few weeks." Annie pretended offense. "Me? Girl you nearly broke a guy's knee!" Kens burst out laughing. "Oh god I had forgotten that!" They both laughed. "Anyway, no one would team up with us after that, because not only were we girls but we showed them up, so we got stuck together all the time."

"Boy did that backfire. They lost top spot to two female agents and most of those guys are probably still at desk jobs." They shared a smirk. "And you two are saving the world. Nice."

The car came to a stop and they all stepped out into the LA sunshine. "I came back to LA after FLETC. Annie reported to a ship and we haven't seen each other since, but we keep in touch."

They all showed badges to the cops around the crime scene taped entrance to the guys house before making their way in. "So the CIA agent matches the other pattern. He was murdered and made to look like a accidental overdose."

Annie and Kensi both slipped into work mode seamlessly. Agent Hill pointed out the line of powder on the table. "The only problem is that Ramirez wasn't a user." She brought up pictures of the body that had of course long been removed. "There's no powder on his face."

Annie nodded, "yeah, and no marks on his arms or legs either, but this batch showed up in his system so my guess is it was forced down his throat. He struggled," she indicated to defensive wounds on the guys hands, "but the cocaine that was found in his system had a strong paralyzer in it. He probably only got one hit in before it was forced on him."

Kensi looked around the room. "Was anything taken A? From the other guys?"

Annie shook her head as they all slipped gloves on and moved about the loft. "No. They seemed to just want them dead. There is no sign of anything missing, no sign of torture, it's like this is revenge rather than intel gathering, which is why I've been trying to narrow down their mission list."

"Well your pattern just changed." Both women looked at him and he held up a cord. "His hardrive is gone. Looks like it was wired to the security camera that I clocked in the hall."

Kensi held up another cord. "And it looks like a tablet or a laptop was taken." Annie's eyebrows wrinkled. "Well I guess he was CIA. That tablet could have operative lists or case details that could be pertinent, especially since he was creating a list of possibles for me. And the hardrive may have caught them on tape and they can't make it easy."

Kensi and Deeks nodded back at her.

They all kept looking around and it was again Hill who spoke first.

"K, the window." Both women moved to the window that was slightly open. The apartment was only a floor off the ground so the ground was pretty close. "Think they left this way?"

"Oh yeah. I would. Look." Kensi pointed out the window. "Open lot, no security cams. Leads to the seedy parts of town where if someone did a facial rec scan we would get about thirty suspects per camera." They shared a look and Deeks watched as they seemed to converse together silently.

"So team or one man?" Both of them turned to look at him. "My guess is this is too big for one guy. Maybe two? But they are good. They don't leave anything behind that can be traced to them. My guess is that coke is street bought and from a guy who is known for experimenting with his cutting agent. He could have been asked to cut with a paralysis but that's highly unlikely, that or we find him dead in an alley somewhere."

"And they know how to avoid detection. They were fine with going after him here, even with potential neighbors as witnesses because they could get out a different way then they came in." Kensi gestured to the window. "Okay, so maybe we knock on some doors, see if anyone heard or saw anything?"

Both girls shrugged. "We could try but I doubt we will get anything. Coroners TOD is between 3 and 4 am." Deeks smirked, "Oh but this is LA. People party late or get up to surf early." Kensi nodded. "He has a point. It's worth a shot A."

"So, Kensi and Annie. What do you think the story is there?" Sam shrugged at his partner. "Seems like old friends form FLETC. Probably stuck together, not many female agents that can be of Kensi's caliber so it's probably nice to have someone they can talk to."

Callen's brow was crinkled. "But how has she heard of me?"

"Who knows G. Maybe Kensi? Maybe someone else in the agency?" Callen huffed. 'Kensi knows not to give out that information. I don't know many low-level NCIS agents and the ones I do know run their own teams or are elsewhere."

"Yeah, yeah. Mr. Ghost." Sam laughed. "Maybe she worked for or with someone you did G. It's not unusual. Why does it bother you?"

Callen shrugged. "Not used to people knowing me when I know nothing about them." Sam glanced at him as they drove to the boatshed. "So what?"

"So, I like to know things and control who knows what about me Sam. That's all."