OLIVIA'S POV:

We were dozens of miles above the earth at a cruising altitude when the four men sent Kenzie and I out of the cabin so that they could discuss business. It didn't matter because we had the entire plane bugged. Everything was being recorded.

Kenzie and I went into the cockpit with Sam and Callen. They were focused on flying the jet since it was a tiny bit above their level of knowledge, which wasn't entirely comforting.

"Are our guests happy?" Sam wanted to know. "Did you serve them enough alcohol?"

"Oh yeah," I laughed, putting a hand on G's shoulder. "They've drained one bottle of scotch already and I think they'll be starting on another one soon."

"How long before we reach Vegas?" Kenzie wanted to know, inquiring about our destination.

"About forty-five minutes. Then it'll be a relaxing flight back to L.A," Sam told us. "Does that sound good to you ladies?"

"It sounds good to me," I agreed. "Just a simple mission."

That's all it was—a simple mission. We got the intel we needed, then dropped the men off at the airport in Las Vegas. Sam and G got permission from flight control, and we headed back to Los Angeles.

Later that evening, after turning our uniforms in to Hetty at OSP, Callen and I bid the rest of the team goodnight and went back to our apartment.

Callen had moved in with me after the wedding. He seemed happy in my apartment, as if he'd finally found a place where he was happy and felt at home. Of course, he told me that the reason he felt so at home was because he was with me.

We had made the small, two-bedroom apartment quite cozy and warm. Our furniture, though worn, was comfortable. I had hung dozens of pictures of Callen and me, the two of us with Sam, the two of us with the rest of the team, and the two of us on our wedding day all over the house. We had received lots of wonderful wedding gifts, and they decorated our house beautifully.

Since Callen and I had both been under a good bit of stress all day long, what with the undercover surveillance operation, we decided to order pizza from a local place that delivered. On the way home, we stopped by a liqueur store and picked up a six-pack of beer.

When we got home, I immediately ordered the pizza, changed into a pair of cheerleading shorts and an NCIS t-shirt, and washed my makeup off. Callen took a shower while I was washing my face, and by the time we were done, the pizza had arrived.

I grabbed plates, napkins, and two cold beers from the kitchen while Callen paid the delivery boy. We went out onto the deck and sat down at the table, gazing out at the lights of the city.

"I want to talk to you about something, Livy," G told me, taking a swig of his beer. "Gibbs called me last night."

"I thought he might have," I laughed. "Was he checking up on me?"

"Not exactly."

CALLEN'S POV:

I wasn't sure how to tell Livy about Gibbs' latest information, but I did know that, with my wife, it was best to be straightforward.

"Vance has new information about the men responsible for killing your team," I told her quietly. "About the terrorist organization who targeted your team."

Livy's hand stopped mid-air as she prepared to take a bite of pizza. "You mean…"

"Your team was intentionally targeted, Livy. It wasn't just a random attack."

Slowly, Livy got to her feet, setting the pizza back down on her plate. She walked over to the rail that surrounded the deck and stared out at the darkening sky. I got up to, and walked over to her, putting my hand over hers.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" I asked softly. Livy had never really opened up to me about what had happened in Kuwait, and I hadn't pushed the subject, just as she had never asked me about growing up in foster homes, or why I only had an initial for a first name.

"Later," she told me, turning to look at me. Her usually bright eyes were filled with a deep sorrow that made me ache for her. "When we go to bed, okay? Let's finish dinner and then I'll tell you what happened."

"Whenever you want, sweetheart," I assured her, leaning over and kissing her forehead lightly. She wrapped her arms around me tightly and buried her face on my chest, shuddering violently.

"I don't know how I survived without you, G," she declared passionately. "I love you so much!"

I held her close and stroked her hair tenderly. "I love you, too, Livy. Now, c'mon, let's forget about this and finish our pizza."

Livy looked up at me and smiled, her face brightening up immediately. "Yes, let's do that, G."