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Chapter 2

A while later Eric whistled from the balcony and the team filed into OPS.

"We've had a body turn up," Nell said as the team came in. "IS1 Johansen was found today on Huntingdon beach by LAPD, his throat was cut and he was tied up." Nell showed them pictures of the man's body. "He is an Intelligence specialist on the USS Yorktown, his job was preparing graphics, overlays and photo/map composites; plotting imagery data using maps and charts; providing input to and receive data from computerized intelligence systems ashore and afloat. His captain doesn't think that he was working on anything top secret but he had some data he had been working on for a while and SECNAV wants to make sure he wasn't compromised.

The others looked at what information that Nell had managed to gather and Callen took over, "OK Kensi, Deeks, you guys go and see his family, see if they know of any other reason as to why he would have been targeted. Sam and I will head to the ship and talk to the Captain and see what he can tell us about his current projects."

Kensi and Deeks nodded, "Details have been sent to your Smartphone's." Nell said as they trooped out of the building.

An hour later Callen and Sam arrived in San Diego, at the berth of the USS Yorktown. They waited as the Captain came out to meet them and walked along the dock, "I hope you don't mind, but I do like to come ashore when I can and I prefer if my men don't hear about his, IS1 Johansen was well liked," he said.

"Tell us about him?" Sam asked.

"He was an excellent intelligence specialist, he was good at his job, and he had a sad but good family. From what I heard things had looked up, he got married in the fall and his wife is expecting a baby." Captain Reynolds said.

"Sad, but good family?" Callen asked.

"Lost his sister at a young age, drunk driver I think…he was only small when it happened. His parents are well off, so he wasn't stealing secrets if that's what you're thinking, one of our machinist mates' child got leukemia a while back, Johansen told his parents and they paid for her chemo."

Sam was impressed, "Sound like nice people." He stated.

Captain Reynolds smiled, "Oh yes, and his wife, a well bred young lady, I meet with the family a lot. With all the tragedy in their lives, losing their daughter to a manic like that, she died in a car accident probably a drunk driver, She had some problems so his parents were pleased that Christian turned out into the nice young man he was…I should call them, it will be so hard on them." He said concerned.

"If you could give us their details, we will go and see them," Sam offered.

The captain nodded, "Yes, yes of course." He signaled his aide who had been walking a few steps behind them to go a fetch the details he needed.

Kensi and Deeks pulled up outside the large house "You're sure this is the right address?" Kensi asked.

Deeks looked at his Smartphone, "IS1 Christian Johansen and his wife live here. She's six months pregnant."

Kensi nodded and they walked up to the house.

An older man answered the door. "Can I help you?" he asked.

The duo pulled out there badges, "Detective Deeks LAPD and Special Agent Blye, NCIS, we are looking for Mrs. Sarah Johansen?" Deeks said.

Carl Johansen looked at them, the man looked familiar but he couldn't place it, "Come in please, my wife and I were keeping Sarah company, we got the news about our son this morning." He told them.

"We're sorry for your loss." Deeks said sincerely. "Can you tell us about your son?" he asked.

Carl led them into the large living room where Sarah Johansen was drinking a cup of Tea and sitting next to her mother in law.

"Sarah, Frieda this is Detective Deeks of the LAPD and Special Agent Blye of NCIS they want to ask some questions about Christian," Carl told them and sat down motioning them to take a seat also.

Kensi smiled as she and Deeks sat down,

"Mrs. Johansen, what can you tell me about your husband, did he have any enemies?" Kensi asked.

Sarah dried her eyes and shook her head, "No no one hated my husband, he had lots of friends but no enemy's" she sobbed.

"I'm sorry," Kensi said, "But did he have any gambling debts or anything in his past that you would have had cause to worry about?"

Again Sarah shook her head.

They waited as she took a sip of tea, "Do you know what you're having?" Kensi asked.

"A little girl, we were going to name her Allison, after Chris's late sister, now I'm thinking Christina." Sarah admitted.

"Both names are lovely." Deeks said. His heart clenched at the fact that in this family there may have been an Allison Johansen, However he shook it off and looked around the room noting the furniture and ornaments.

"This house is a bit elaborate for a intelligence specialist first class' pay grade isn't it?" Deeks asked.

"We have money and we help provide for my son as we will for our grandchild. Family is everything to us." Carl informed them.

"Thank you," Kensi said handing Sarah her card, "If you think of anything that might help or anyone tries to contact you can you give us a call?" she asked.

Sarah took the card and nodded. "I still can't think why anyone would have wanted to harm him; he was such a nice person." She said looking over at a group of pictures on the shelf.

They turned to go and Deeks stopped and picked up a photo.

"Oh!" Sarah said sadly, "That was Chris' big sister, Allison, she died in a car accident." She said.

Deeks' hand was shaking as he put the photo down, "Do you perhaps have a copy we could have for our records?" he asked his voice shaky.

"Sure" Sarah replied and went to get a copy.

"Our daughter has been dead a long time detective, she was run over by a drunk driver, I'm afraid she got in with a bad crowd, she got into drugs and alcohol, we tried but with teenagers there is nothing you can do, we used her story to keep our son on the straight and narrow, I'm afraid, our Allison was a disappointment she was a crack head and a whore." Frieda Johansen said.

"Don't you talk about her like that!" Deeks snarled trying to keep his anger at bay.

"Detective I don't believe that it is any of your business." Carl said, "I am sorry my wife upset you but what we just told you about our daughter is true, she was shot while standing on a street corner selling her body for drugs."

Deeks looked at them distraught as he shook, "She was a wonderful girl, you turned your back on her all she was doing was getting her son away from danger and trying to get back to the parents she adored."

"You have no right to judge us like that, you may have read our file, but you have no right to judge our family." Frieda stated squaring up to the younger man who was shaking in anger in front of her, "Now leave now, before we file a complaint with your superior."

"Deeks?" Kensi said and put her arm on him to pull him away. "I'm sorry ma'am." Kensi told the older woman.

"Here detective, here's that picture you wanted," Sarah said coming back into the room.

Deeks took it gently and ran a finger over the picture of her face, "Thank you." He said softly.

"Excuse me Detective, but are you alright?" Sarah asked looking at him.

"Erm, yeah thanks." Deeks said and rushed out.

"We will be in touch with your superiors." Carl said to Kensi as she left apologizing.

Kensi slammed the car door and turned to look at him, the shout she had ready was lodged in her throat as he sat there crying.

"Deeks?" she asked.

"They lied about her, it wasn't true Kensi none of it, she wasn't like that…she was perfect." He said his voice and mind far away.

"Did you know about the case, was it one of yours?" She asked.

"Kinda." Deeks said showing Kensi the picture of the twelve year old girl for the first time.

Kensi looked at the child her laughing blue eyes and long blonde hair frozen in time.

"She's my mother." He told her sadly.