(A Couple Hours Later)

(At the LAX airport)

(Emily's P.O.V.)

I walked out of the terminal and into the LAX airport.

As soon as I was far enough away, I took my phone out of my pocket, and turned it on, as I walked over to an empty seat, and sat down.

Not even a minute went by, when my phone started to beep.

I looked at it and saw several messages from Tony.

Oh boy, I thought, as I clicked the first one open.

Why didn't you tell me you were going to be in town today?!

Why didn't you come visit me?

I thought we were friends.

I am hurt.

Very, very hurt by what you did.

I don't know if I will be able to forgive you.

I then opened a text message from Gibbs:

Told you. Was all it said.

I smiled a little, as I remembered Gibbs telling me that Tony was going to blow up my phone with messages.

Yeah, you told me. I wrote back to Gibbs, and sent it.

I then wrote back to Tony.

I'm sorry, Tony. I was going to visit you, but something came up. I will make it up to you.

Once the message was sent, I called Hetty.

She answered on the second ring:

"Ah, Miss Taylor! How was your flight?" I heard Hetty ask.

"It was good, Hetty." I said. "So, where do you want to meet?"

"How about you come over to my house this evening for dinner? We can talk then." Hetty said. "For now, how about you call Mr. Deeks? He's worried about you. And, he hasn't taken his lunch break yet."

I smiled.

"Ok." I said. "I'll do that. See you later, Hetty."

"See you later, my dear." Hetty said. Then she hung up.

I hung up my phone just as a text message from Tony popped up.

Promise? It said.

Yes. I promise. I wrote back to him.

As soon as that message sent, I called Marty.

A smile came to my face as the phone began to ring.

The phone was answered on the third ring:

"Detective Marty Deeks phone." I heard a female voice say.

"Hi." I said. "Is Marty there?"

"Yes he is." The girl said. "Can I ask who's calling?"

"Emily." I said.

"Emily, huh?" The girl asked. "Are you sure you have the right Marty?"

"Kensi, give me the phone." I heard Marty say.

I smiled more.

"No. I want to talk to her." The girl, who's name was apparently Kensi, said.

"Kensi Blye, you give me that phone right now!" I heard Marty say seriously. "I've been waiting all day for this call, and I will not waste anymore of the hour I get to talk to her by trying to get it out of your tiny, yet, very powerful hands."

Then, there was silence.

A couple seconds went by, then I heard Marty say happily:

"Hey, Cupcake! How's my favorite girl doing?"

"I'm doing just fine." I said. "How are you doing?"

"Better than I was." Marty said.

"Dickerson still giving you a hard time?" I asked him.

Dickerson was one of the head ones at LAPD and he really hated Marty.

"Yeah. That asshole called me several times before you did….I swear he only did it to piss me off." Marty said.

"Want me to kick his ass?" I asked.

Marty laughed.

"Despite me knowing first hand that you're very capable of doing that, I think I will survive." He said.

"What are you doing right now?" I asked.

"Paper work." Marty said, with a sigh.

"Think you can slip away?" I asked him.

"Yeah. Why?" He asked.

"Because I can be at your apartment in about an hour." I said. "Maybe less. Especially if I speed."

It was silent on the other end of the phone.

"Marty?" I asked.

"Are you being completely serious right now?" He asked, his voice the most serious as I ever heard it.

"Yes." I said. "I'm being really serious."

"Good." Marty said, his voice going back to normal.

"So, I'll meet you at your house?" I asked.

"Hell yes!" Marty said, as if it was obvious.

I laughed.

"Ok. I'll see you soon then." I said.

"Definitely." He said.

I then hung up.

I sighed happily.

It has been too long since I've seen Marty.

I got up, and made my way quickly toward the rental car place.