I'm sorry It's been so long. Sometimes I just get the urge to write, other times I lose it. Hope you like it and sorry to keep you waiting and sorry if you get slightly confused, but I can assure you everything will come together.

G Point Of View 0500 hrs

My eyes were getting dryer by the second as I continued to stare at the footage from inside the night club just before they took Kensi. Working on what I think is my sixth cup of coffee, the footage went black and I gritted my teeth. I let out a sigh and put down my coffee mug, while closing my eyes tightly for a second to moisten them. I rubbed my hand over my face and let out a sigh.

"Again, Eric." I told him sternly as I folded my arms across my chest and looking back up at the screen.

Without hesitation, he replayed the tape for what seemed like the fifty-sixth time. Analyzing moment by moment, nothing seemed to be out of place. After we were all in position, I see Gilson walk to the bar to chat Kensi up, after a few minutes they're on the move toward the lounge and that's when the shots are fired, Kensi was about to go for her gun and the cameras go down. The shooter was out of the frame, he knew where the cameras were, I sense a set up, but why?

"Check the footage outside and surrounding the club. Security cameras, ATM machines, anything, Eric."

Eric typed violently on his keyboard to pull up other security tapes. Each one he came across blacked out around the same time the footage from inside of the club blacked out. "son of a bitch." I told myself quietly.

"Where's the rest of your team, ?" Hetty asked.

I quickly looked down to my left to see her standing next to me with a tea cup in her hand. "Didn't hear you come in Hetty, then again I never do." I told her as I grabbed my coffee mug. "I sent them to Kensi's place. See if there's anything that can give us a reason they took her."

"Have you tried tracking down Gilson?"

"I tried everything I could, but everything stops at the club, he disappeared along with Kensi." Eric told Hetty then looked up at me. "I'll check Kensi's phone records, maybe that can tell us something…" he said as he typed in her number and checked her calls. "I-think I got something."

"What is it, Eric?" I asked as I quickly walked up behind him.

End of G Point of View

Kensi' Apartment 0440 hrs

With their guns drawn, Sam and Deeks walked into Kensi's living room. It looked as if someone had already been there and messed up her place. By the looks of it, someone was looking for something. Deeks made his way through the kitchen while Sam went to check the bedrooms. They both swallowed hard as they looked around.

"Clear!" Deeks said as he walked back into the living room.

"Clear."

They both stood in silence looking around her living room trying to think of where to start looking.

"Alright Deeks, you start in her room, I'll start in here." Sam said as he walked over to her couch and flipped it back over to find her couch cushions ripped open. "Whatever it was these goons were looking for, there could be a chance they didn't find it. Kens is good at hiding things."

Deeks nodded and made his way to Kensi' room. Walking through the door way, flash backs came to him as he looked down at her floor then let his eyes trail over to her bed.

Quick Flashback

With her legs wrapped around his waist, Kensi kissed Deeks lustfully as he slightly stumbled into her room.

"Jeez, Kens, I'm about to drop you while I trip over some of this stuff, you should really clean your room." he said jokingly before kissing down her neck.

"Just shut up and kiss me, Deeks."

He walked over and placed her on her bed then kissed her passionately as he lied on top of her. She wrapped her left leg around his waist and grabbed his shirt to pull it over his head. He looked down into her eyes and smirked.

"You don't waste any time do you?"

Kensi smirked as she unbuttoned his pants quickly. "No."

He kissed down her neck then gently bit it before ripping open her shirt and hearing all the buttons fall to the floor.

"You're buying me a new shirt." she told him before she pushed him off of her then straddled him.

"At this point, I'll get you whatever you want." he chuckled as he looked up at her.

End of Flashback

"Damn it, Kensi." Deeks whispered to himself as he walked around in the room. From her bed, to her dresser, to her clothes, everything was thrown and scattered everywhere. He tried looking through what he could, but her room was so trashed he wasn't sure where to begin. Walking over to her dresser that had been flipped over, he stepped on a loose floor board. Deeks tapped on it a couple times with his foot then knelt down and removed it. Inside were a few photos and a small notepad.

"what the…" he said to himself as he looked at the photos of the men. "Hey, Sam! I got something!"

Deeks heard Sam running toward the room then into it. "What you got, Deeks?"

"Looks like she's been following these guys around." he said as he handed Sam the pictures.

Sam looked through the photos and sighed. "Why would she be following anyone?" he said to himself.

"She has three names written in this notepad. Ramirez, Tracey, and Pisano." he flipped through a few pages then stopped. "says here, she met with Ramirez a few days ago, same with Tracey. Nothing on the Pisano guy."

Sam grabbed his phone and called Callen while handing the photos back to Deeks. "G, her place was trashed, but Deeks found some photos and notes, looks like Kensi was up to something." he looked over at Deeks who was taking photos of the photos. "Deeks is sending copies of the pictures to Eric right now…Alright." he hung up and looked over at Deeks. "Let's head back and hopefully Eric found something by the time we get there."

G Point of View 0720

I stood in front of the screen and took a deep breath as we waited for Eric to put all the photos and information up of the three men Kensi seemed to be following.

"Henry Ramirez, age 52, married with two children, lives in Palm Springs, Retired Marine First Sergeant. Fredrick Tracey, age 55, divorced no children, lives in Santa Ana, was honorably discharged. Pisano is deceased. Was dishonorably discharged and murdered shortly after, it's a cold case." Eric told everyone as they looked at the screen.

"So what's connecting these guys Eric?" Sam asked as he kept his eyes on the screen analyzing the photos of the men.

"All of them were apart of the same platoon.." Eric said just as he was cut off.

"Kensi's fathers platoon…and were the last ones to see him alive. Kensi wanted answers so she went looking for them, at least that's what it seems like." Nate said as he walked into the room.

"The Doc is back?" Sam asked with a slight grin.

"Mr. Getz is here to help in this investigation and only this one, he'll be leaving once we get Ms. Blye back home safely." Hetty announced as she came from behind him.

"As much as I'd love to stay, I'm needed elsewhere for a while. I'll be back eventually."

"Well it's good to have you back for this, Nate." I said as I walked up and shook his hand. I turned around and looked at the screen. "Alright, Let's go pay Ramirez and Tracey a visit. Eric fill Nate in on everything that's going on and what was found, that is if Hetty didn't do that already."

"I'll send the directions to your phones right now." Eric stated.

Walking down the stairs, with Sam and Deeks following closely behind, I turned to face them before we made it to the doors and walked outside. "Sam, you go with Deeks, I'll ride alone. Let's go see Ramirez first, then Tracey, hopefully we'll get something." I looked down at my phone to check the time. "We have…about 63 hours left, lets move."

End of G Point Of View

Deeks Point Of View

I sat there, quietly in the passenger seat, as Sam drove to our first destination. We've been in the car forty-five minutes and I haven't really said a word since we left Kensi' apartment. The thoughts of what could possibly be happening to her just made me want to lose it. A feeling of guilt and regret flowed through me as I thought of the possibility of never seeing her again. I should have been with her, kept my eye on her, this shouldn't have happened. I never realized how much I needed my partner. How much I need Kensi. No matter what happens, I'm getting her back.

"Yo Deeks, you alright over there?" Sam asked as he broke my train of thought.

I cleared my throat then took a breath. "Yeah-I'm fine."

"Deeks. Don't beat yourself up about this, man. We'll get her back."

I just kept silent and let him talk. No matter what Sam says, I'm still going to see myself as the blame over this.

~*Outside Henry Ramirez' House at 0910 hrs*~

Callen stopped his car right outside the house while we parked across the street. We all seemed to get out of the cars at the same time, eager to talk to this guy to see if we can get any closer to getting Kensi back and finding out why she was taken. When we got to the door, Sam knocked on it and we all got our badges ready.

"Yes?" A middle aged Hispanic woman opened the door with tears in her eyes.

"Excuse me, are you Mrs. Ramirez?" Callen asked with a tone of concern.

"Yes, I am. W-Who are you?" the woman asked as her voice cracked.

"We're NCIS." Callen told her then we all flashed our badges. "Can we speak to your husband, please?"

"I-I'm sorry, but, Henry…" she paused for a second then began to cry hard. "He died last night in a car accident."

It felt like time paused for a minute when she said that.

"I'm terribly sorry for your loss, but can we come in to ask you a couple questions?" Sam asked her with an apologetic voice.

"o-okay." she said as she stepped aside to let us in.

Callen and Sam walked over with Mrs. Ramierz to sit with her on the couch to ask her questions while I stood by the door.

"Mrs. Ramierz, can you tell us if you've seen this woman?" Callen asked as he showed her a picture of Kensi on his cell phone.

She looked at the picture and looked at it for a few seconds before she answered. "Yes. That's Kensi Blye. I thought she worked with NCIS."

Sam and Callen looked at each other then up at me before looking back at the woman. "When did you see her, Mrs. Ramirez?" I asked out of no where wanting answers and fast.

"She was here about a week ago. Henry and her father, Marcus, were in the same platoon many years ago. She came to ask him questions regarding her father and the night he passed. He told her he knew nothing because he left early while the rest of the men stayed behind. I had to run to the kitchen because I left the roast in too long in the oven so whatever they discussed while I was gone I know nothing about it. Why what's happened?"

"Can you tell us what happened with your husband last night?" Sam asked ignoring the question she asked.

"He went out last night for a drink around seven fifteen. Henry only has one beer if he knows he has to drive home. He called me around nine to let me know he was coming home. At eleven thirty the police came to my house to tell me that-" she stopped for a mintue and put her face in her hands. "he had fallen asleep at the wheel and crashed."

"Mrs. Ramirez, can you tell us what bar he went to last night?" Callen asked her then looked up at me.

"He-He went to the Green and White Bar."

Once she said the name of the bar, I let myself out of the house and called Eric. "Hey Eric, we need security footage from the Green and White bar. Ramirez should be arriving around seven thirty and leaving around nine."

"On it."

"Good. When you're done let us know if you find anything on the footage. Ramirez died last night in a car accident. Something tells me this was no accident."

"Reviewing the footage right now."

"Thanks, Eric."

Callen and Sam walked out of Ramirez's house when I hung up with Eric. "She say anything else?"

"Nope, that's all we got. You call Eric?" Callen asked me as he started walking over to his car.

"Yeah, he's checking the tapes from the bar now and he'll let us know if he finds anything."

"Alright, let's make our way over to Tracey's and let's see what he has to say. That is if something didn't already happen to him already."

"What is going on here…" Sam asked himself out loud as he turned to walk to the car.

"I don't know, but whatever it is, I really don't like it." I stated while walking around the car to get in on the passenger side.

End of Deeks Point of View

Kensi Point of View 1025 hrs

I felt the blood dripping down the left side of my face from where one of the men hit me in the head with his brass knuckles. My body ached all over and the pain in my ribs intensified. From the time I was chained up, I've only been given a sip of water and no food, I'm feeling weaker by the minute. They have yet to let me down and I don't know how much longer I can stay up like this. I want to scream out in pain as my arms grow weaker by the second, but I'm not letting them break me. Not yet.

A tall heavy set man ,with a black ski mask covering his face, came up to me and hit me in the ribs where he hit me the last few times. I shouted out in pain unable to control it.

"What do you know?" he yelled in my face then hit me again.

I coughed then gasped for air. "I-don't-know-anything." I told him then spit some blood on his ski mask.

"fucking bitch!" he shouted as he punched me in the same spot two more times.

I heard a door open then foot steps walking up behind me. "Enough. Boss is coming in."

After he said that, I heard another set of foot steps come up behind me and chuckled. "Ms. Blye. Why must you give my men such a hard time?"

I took a couple deep, painful, breaths before answering him. " They think-they can just -get me to do what they want." I smirked feeling the dried blood on my lip crack. "I'm not that type-of woman."

"All you have to do is tell me what you know and I might be generous enough to let you go."

"Tell me why -and I might just have the answers -you're looking for." I told him as I breathed heavily.

He grinned at me and got closer so that we were face to face. "He knew too much. Father like daughter."

"You fucking bastard!" I yelled and tried moving toward him, but being tied up was holding me back. The tall heavy set man jumped in front of me and punched me again in the ribs. Again, I yelled out in pain and hung my head as I coughed and spit more of my blood on the floor.

"Sit tight, Kensi. I have something for you." he said as he walked a few feet away from me then pointed upward toward a beam. "See this little device right here? There's a camera. Let's have a video chat with your co workers shall we? Maybe they'll realize they…need to pick up the pace when I ask for what I want.

My eye widened and I held my breath. I didn't want them seeing me, not like this.

End of Kensi Point of View

Nate Point of View 1100 hrs

Getting filled in on everything that has gone on in the last twelve hours makes me wish that I was here. I can't help but think maybe if I was here and she had me to talk to, things would be different. I can't imagine what could be happening to Kensi right now, nor do I want to. I know and have faith in the team to get her back, but I hope that they aren't too late.

Sitting at Callen' desk downstairs looking through Kensi' notes and photos, I can't help but wonder what could she have possibly stumbled upon to get people to just take her the way they did.

I looked up quickly when I heard Eric yell out for me at the top step. I could see the fear and worry in his eyes when he looked down at me. I ran up the steps as fast as I could then stopped dead in my tracks when I looked at the screen. My heart stopped and sunk to my stomach. I felt nauseous and gritted my teeth in anger. There she was on the screen.

Kensi.

In a ripped up black dress, with blood down the side of her face. I took a step close to look at her. Her beautiful eyes filled with shame, fear, and doubt. Her left eye was already black and slightly swollen, looked like she put up a fight, but I highly doubt that considering she's too out numbered. Her arms held up above her head, tied, as her ankles were chained to the ground. It looked like she's been standing like that this entire time, I can tell she wants to quit as she stood slouched over.

I look over at Hetty, who looks in disbelief, she took a step closer to the screen and spoke quietly to herself, but I as able to hear her. "Ms. Blye…"

I heard Eric call Callen to let him know what was happening and that he was sending over the feed to them. I can only imagine the reaction and anger that is about to happen on the other end of that phone when they see what we're seeing right now.

Hetty took a deep breath and remained calm. "What is it that you want?"

"Everything you have on Roman Kozlov. You have until two am or we kill her." the distorted voice said.

"We were originally told seventy-two hours-." she stated before he cut her off.

"I've changed my mind."

A man with a face mask walked up behind Kensi with a long whip in hand. He held up the whip and it had a blade at the end of it. "This is to show the severity of this situation." Before I can yell out not to do it, the man whipped her once across her back. Her piercing screams not only broke my heart, but I felt the pain across my back along with her. He did it again, and again Kensi screamed out in agonizing pain. Eric sat in disbelief unable to speak. I looked over at him, then him at me, and he typed faster than I've ever seen him type before to try and locate this son of a bitch. The man turned Kensi around to show us the two bloody gashes on her back he has just made.

"Enough!" Hetty yelled firmly. "I will get you what you want on the condition you no longer harm, Ms. Blye. You hold your end of the bargain and you'll have your files in a few hours."

"Fair enough. Send it to this email account. Once we receive the files, we will let her go and give you a destination to retrieve her." the distorted voice said followed by giving Eric an email address that couldn't be tracked.

"Hetty no! Don't-!" Kensi yelled out and the man punched her in the face cutting her off. I could see the blood fly out of her mouth and I clenched my fist.

"I mean it! Or no files." hetty demanded.

"understood. My apologies." the distorted voice said. He yelled at the man who hit Kensi and told him to leave. "again, you have until two am. For her sake I hope you pull through." just before he cut off the feed, Kensi looked worried like she knew she wasn't going to make it out of there alive.

"Don't worry kensi…we'll get you out of there." I told myself once the screen went black.

End of Nate Point of View