AN: This plot bunny has been jumping around in my head ever since we first saw Sam's daughter and got more and more active since we learned that Quinn was an agent as well. So just give it a try, I don't know what to think of it myself.

15 years ago

„They're gone."

This words broke little Jessica Hanna's world into pieces. Her parents were gone. Just... gone. Not here anymore. They had left without a message, without reasons. Also gone was Uncle G, her dad's best friend and her favorite uncle. Okay, her only uncle, but she couldn't imagine another man to be a that good uncle as Uncle G was.

And now, they were gone. Her mother, her father, her uncle.

She didn't know what to do, where to go. Her parents had no family, her godfather had died years ago, and her 'second godfather' had been Uncle G. She was alone. Alone in this big world.

After she had realized they were gone she had waited. And waited. And then, the police had come. The officers asked her where her parents were, but she didn't know. After that, she had fled to her room, where she sat now, clinging to Teddy.

She didn't notice the pretty brunette woman and the blond man before they were right in front of her. The woman leant down to her and spoke softly:

„Hello Jessica. We... we're sure your parents will come back soon. We are working on finding out where they are and what exactly happened. We will find them."

The woman had a nice voice. And two different eyes. Jessica had not really listened, but those eyes intrigued her.

The man smiled.

„You noticed the eyes, didn't you? It's facinating, isn't it?" Jessica liked the man. He had a nice and open smile and she had the feeling she could trust him.

„I heard you have nowhere to go. Would you like to stay with us till we found your parents?" He asked her.

Jessica looked around. She had nobody. Only the little bear her grandmother gave her before she died.

„Yes."

She held out her hands and both the man and the woman took one.

„By the way, I'm Marty and this is Kensi."

Present time

The wave came and it was perfect. Cassie stood on her board and just followed the sea.

She loved surfing. It was the only way she could get her head clear and just think of nothing. Only the sea around her and the board under her feet.

Later, she lay at the beach, waiting for her dad to arrive. Not Sam Hanna, no, she didn't consider him her dad anymore since he had left without a word fifteen years ago. No, her dad was Marty Deeks. He had come up with the nickname Cassie and she loved it. Jessica Hanna was as gone as her parents were. Instead there was Cassie Deeks, adopted daughter of Marty and Kensi Deeks (even though her mom had kept her last name and became annoyed when she was addressed with Agent Deeks), law student, passionated surfer, and devoted big sister to Kayla, Ben, Zoe and Alexandra Deeks. She smiled at the thought of her siblings. Kayla was the oldest one. People often reffered to her as 'mini-Kensi', because well, she was like a copy of her mother. The same brown hair, the same no-nonsense-attitude, even the same eyes. Kayla was nearly fifteen now and wanted to become a cop just like her father. Even after all these years as liason Hetty had not managed to get him to join NCIS completly. Ben and Zoe, the twelve-year-old twins, where quite the opposite. They were blond, had their fathers blue eyes and where always up to play pranks on everybody. Alexandra, with seven the youngest one, was the families genius. She looked like a perfect mixture of her parents, brown hair and blue eyes, but no-one could explain where she got her brains from. She loved reading, chess and had already skipped a class, planning was thas she skipped the next one soon. Cassie loved them all.

Finally, she saw her father arriving. He had no surfboard with him what made her suspicious.

„Hey, C." He said. Another nickname he had come up with. Her mom had laughed 'You nicknamed her nickname?', but Cassie loved it all the way. Nicknames were here dad's way to show he love somebody and that he cared.

„Hey dad. What is it? So much work?" Of course she knew what he worked. And the look he had now he normally only wore after an expecially hard case.

„Yes, well, no. But..." He siged. She knew this couldn't be good. She just knew.

„You'd know if I'd lie, definitifly picked that up from Kens, so I will tell you the truth. We think we found your parents."

AN: Thank you for reading. Tell me what you think, and please tell me even if you think it's shitty.