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Prologue
Three and a half years after the events of Skeletons in the Closet-
{Where to start?} Deeks thought. {I guess if somebody would have told me that my wife and I would have become subjects in somebodies twisted experiments to exact vengeance against Hetty and Granger for all the "good" they did, I would been very skeptical.}
Deeks was entering the living room in their new house holding two beers, and a sippy cup with juice; a beer for him, a beer for Kensi and the sippy cup for Conor. Conor was a spitting image of Deeks physically, but with Kensi dark eyes, and dark hair. Conor was on the floor playing with a train set that Eric had bought him for Christmas while Kensi and Deeks were gone.
"Turns out that you got your love of trains from you father, Conor." Kensi said.
Conor turned to look at Kensi and smiled. The smile he smiled looked exactly like one of Deeks' smiles.
"And my smile." Deeks said as he handed Conor the cup, and then took a seat next to Kensi on the couch. Conor took a sip of his drink and then put back on the floor, and then returned to his train set. Kensi had taken the beer from Deeks and took a swig as she cuddled into Deeks on the couch. They spent time as a family for the first time since Conor was born three years ago.
{It's was a cruel fate give to this family.} Deeks thought as he drank his beer and chatted with his family {Though I guess it wasn't all bad though. Jon Doe got Conor to safety while Kensi and I bought him some time. Never the less a child should never have to spend his early years without his parents.}
Deeks squeezed Kensi tighter and a tear escaped its prison and landed on Kensi shoulder. Kensi looked up at Deeks and saw the tears in his eyes.
"Baby what's wrong?" Kensi asked with concern in her voice.
"Just remembering the song you played the night we conceived Conor." Deeks said.
"Deeks the past three and a half years isn't your fault." Kensi said. "No one could have known that we were going to be used as experiments against our family."
"That may be true, but that doesn't make me feel any better." Deeks said.
"This is about being there for Conor. I know I feel the same way too, but at least we took down the people that did this to us before they could come after our child." Kensi said.
"Daddy, are you alright?" Conor asked.
Deeks was debating saying that he was alright, but Conor picked both of their abilities to tell when something isn't right.
"I've had better days little guy, but it's nothing you need to concern yourself with." Deeks said.
"Time for bed niño." Kensi said to Conor.
"Do I have to?" Conor asked looking at his father.
"Sorry kid, but I spent my early days being roughed up by this woman, so you're on your own." Deeks said.
"Hey!" Kensi exclaimed and punched Deeks playfully in the arm.
"Ow! I rest my case." Deeks said signifying Kensi punching Deeks
Conor laughed and then made his way upstairs and got ready for bed.
"Fern." Deeks said before Kensi got too far.
"Yeah Shaggy." Kensi said turning back to Deeks.
"I don't care for the nickname, it's a term of endearment between us; but would it be possible to tone the punching down a lot that would be good." Deeks said.
Kensi looked at Deeks sideways with a questioning glance.
"Everybody at works understands that our physical contact is done out of love, but Conor doesn't understand that yet. Not to mention that he saw us in our costumes beat the living crap out of each other; so until we can explain everything to him and how our relationship works compared to the rest of society please reserve the physically contact for more appropriate measures. I know that sometimes it will warrant it, but only in those situations." Deeks said.
Kensi walked back to Deeks and kissed on the lips.
"I understand." Kensi said, and then went upstairs to check on Conor.
After Kensi left the ground floor Deeks let the flood gates of his emotions open and flow freely. The tears that he had been holding back for leaving his son in the care of strangers, but family none the less, was more than more than he could take. It was another ten minutes before Kensi came back down to see Deeks on the couching crying. The couple cuddled together on the couch, just like old times, and shed tears of happiness and sorrow; all the while they could hear their song playing in their heads:
Never Let Me Go, Never Let Me Go
Never Let Me Go, Never Let Me Go
After they cried themselves out the couple let Monty out and their newest addition to the family a six month old female Siberian husky named Tracy. After the pets were done and relaxing on their beds Kensi and Deeks went to sleep. Tomorrow would be their first day back to O.S.P. after Operation Night Wing; although they didn't want to leave Conor with either of their parents, Kensi and Deeks were ready to return to work.
N.C.I.S. L.A.
Six months after Conor's birth-
"Hello." Deeks said answering the door.
"We have a problem." Jon Doe said.
Jon entered Deeks and Kensi room on the base they were station at and took a seat at the table in the living room.
"Hi Jon." Kensi said cradling Conor in her arms.
Jon wave at Kensi and then he returned his attention to Deeks. Deeks had shut the door and joined Jon at the table.
"It's time isn't it?" Deeks asked.
"It seems that they waited until after you child was born; I'd say that you have twenty four hours tops before they come for you." Jon said.
"Kensi is the baby on formula?" Deeks asked.
"Yes, why- no!" Kensi exclaimed
"Kensi I know you don't like what I'm implying, but if we don't get captured the O.S.P. team will suffer the consequences." Deeks said.
"So what do we do, just lay down and die?" Kensi asked with tears in our eyes.
"We'll figure it out; we always do." Deeks said with a twinkle in his eyes.
"So what should I do?" Jon asked.
"Take Conor back to our office and they'll take care of the rest; here is the rest of his formula and some extra money to pick up more." Deeks said give the formula and money to Jon.
Kensi kissed her son one last time, whisper something in Spanish and then hand him to Deeks.
"I love you son; always have, always will." Deeks whispered and then kissed Conor goodbye, not knowing when his family will be together again.
{My trainer back at Camp Pendleton told a phrase: Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum. It's a Latin phrase that translates to: If you want peace, prepare for war.} Deeks thought.
Twenty-four hours later Deeks and Kensi were kidnapped in their sleep.
N.C.I.S. L.A.
Forty-eight hours after Deeks and Kensi kidnapping-
"Agents we have a –crap!" A voice said.
One of the agents that were under Kensi and Deeks came to get them for a meeting, but found out that they weren't there.
N.C.I.S. L.A.
At the security room, the guards were checking footage for Kensi and Deeks disappearance, but what they saw was something they were not expecting. Two nights prior they saw a group of men walk into Kensi and Deeks room, and then less than thirty seconds walk back out carrying Deeks and Kensi.
"This will not end well." The lead agent on the team said.
N.C.I.S. L.A.
Office of Special Projects
"Hello." A voice said answering the phone.
"Henrietta Lange." Said the man's voice on the other end.
"Speaking." Hetty said.
"There has been a complication." The man said.
"What kind of complication?" Hetty asked.
Hetty listened as the man explained the situation. Hetty almost fainted when she heard the news.
"Thank you for the update." Hetty said, and then disconnected the line.
Hetty got up and went to address her team of the update she had just learned.
N.C.I.S. L.A.
Sam and Callen were about to leave ops when Hetty spoke.
"Gentlemen." Hetty said.
"Yeah." Callen said.
Hetty didn't speak right away, trying to find the words of the atrocity that had just occurred.
"It's about Kensi and Deeks, isn't?" Nell asked.
Hetty nodded, and the whole team stopped what they were doing to hear what Hetty had to say.
"Kensi and Deeks have been kidnapped." Hetty said.
The silence in ops was deafening.
T.B.C.
A/N: And we hit the ground running! Stay tuned for the team reactions and a little bit of Kensi and Deeks imprisonment, or facsimile thereof.