A/N: so here is chapter 6. as soon as i finished 5 i kept writing. this story is just flowing and who am i to object! Enjoy still do not own anything.

"With hate in my heart...vengeance without mercy." Terry Goodkind

Where is he!

Chapter 6

Kensi's P.O.V

I pick the lock of Jack's house, just as I open the door Sam and Callen walk up behind me. We adorn black latex gloves and go inside. We all go our separate ways, Sam and Callen on the first floor me on the second.

Apparently being the second hand man in a cartel pays good money because everything is modern and undeniably expensive, and that thought makes me sick. The Jack I knew, the Jack before the war, before the PTSD, never cared about material gains. He used to say that a simple one bedroom house would be enough.

But the Jack I knew would never kidnap a man, the man that lived here; the man who took Deeks' from me was a monster and deserved the deepest pit in Hell. I walk into his room. The sheets are tousled and woman's clothes in the closest and make up in the bathroom.

Either this woman was in on Jack's business or she was clueless. A picture on the desk draws my attention. She is blonde and striking green eyes a few freckles dot her face. Her eyes are full of innocence and life. Where if I look at his close enough I can see the darkness, I can see the cold.

"What the Hell are you doing in my house!" A woman yelled downstairs. As I walk down the stairs I hear Callen telling her they were federal agents. Before he can dive into the required questions I make my way down stairs and speak before him.

"Who are you? Wife, girlfriend, one night stand?" my voice is detached and uncaring, because I don't, care that is. All I care about it Deeks and this woman could have information.

"I'm his wife. You are… Kensi?"

We all tense as she says my name. "How do you know my name, I have never met you before."

"Jack showed me a picture of the two of you together while we were dating." She says with reverence. "He always said that you were beautiful and I must say the picture doesn't do you justice."

I ignore her, I am not here for pleasantries. "Do you know where you husband is?"

"He is at work. Why, did he do something wrong?"

Again I speak before Callen. "His blood was found at a crime scene where a man was kidnapped and seen on video entering and exiting the apartment. Where does your husband work." I refrained from calling him by his name.

Callen is standing behind me and I see that he is willingly backing down from taking the lead on this, giving me the reins to do just as Hetty said' Do whatever necessary to bring him home' home to me.

"He owns Black Hawke Security." She rummages in a drawer and pulls out a card. I do not reach out to take it so Sam gently takes it but without a smile. "If I may say Kensi…" she pauses and looks to the ground then back up at me. "You are nothing like Jack said you were. He said that you were sweet and caring." I could feel the other two agents tense, clearly waiting for me to snap. And snap I did but in a more calm manner than they thought.

"Yea well waking up to an empty bed on Christmas morning changes a person. But your husband kidnaping my fiancé, well that is liable to make me pretty pissed off do you not think." My voice was calm but towards the end my words were laced with venom and I was seething but you would never tell on the outside.

"Jack is a good man he would never…"

"Then clearly you don't know him, neither of us ever really knew him." I stalked toward her slowly like a wolf stalking an elk. "Your husband" I spat. "Is the second in command in a drug cartel, your husband kidnapped the only man I ever let in after he left me. Your husband has a target on his back, has from the moment he took my fiancé." I not once raised my voice but I had her cowering in herself but I couldn't bring myself to care.

Without a look back I leave and go to stand by my car and wait for Sam to move his car so we could head over to Black Hawke Security.

Deeks' P.O.V

Hours felt like days as Jack took his time landing blow after blow to my stomach, legs arms jaw. He didn't speak, didn't even look me in the eye. He just kept punching me with a sinister smile on his face.

Then finally the abuse stopped and Jack wiped his hands off with a towel, leaving trails of blood on the white cloth. "Lucky for you I have to go to work, can't have anyone getting suspicious now can we. But don't worry I will be back, you make quiet the punching bag."

As he was leaving I found my voice. "Kensi will find you. She will find you and put an end to your pathetic life."

"Ha! You don't honestly believe that? Kensi is weak, one perfectly timed smile from me, one touch from me and she will forget about you. Then I will break her by breaking you." and with that he was gone.

I knew he was wrong, Kensi would find me, she would never go back to him. She loved me and I loved her. I closed my eyes and thought back on our many memories. The one that stuck out this time was when we told her mother that we were together.

"Kensi, Marty just on time dinner is nearly ready." Julia said as she hugged Kensi then me. After dinner was eaten and the table cleared Kensi broached the subject. Kensi told me over and over that everything would be fine that her mother loved me, but I never had the best track record with parents.

"Mom, we have something to tell you." she grabbed my hand and spoke. "We are together… finally." I couldn't help but laugh at that.

Julia was silent for all of five seconds before he jumped up and hugged her daughter. "I am so happy my dear." Kensi hugged her mother tighter as a tear escaped her eyes. I couldn't help but admire the scene before me. Two women who spent 15 years apart were embracing as though they were never separated.

Kensi was the perfect mixture of her father and mother. She had her mothers' soft caring side and her fathers' Marine morals. Her mothers' soft eyes and her fathers' sharp features, the prefect balance.

Then she was hugging me. "You take good care of her Marty." She says aloud, but then whispers. "Thank you, you brought her back to me."

That night I saw Kensi as the little girl wrapped firmly in her mothers' arms with her father standing protectively over the both of them.

I had to stay alive, I refused to leave Kensi, I refuse.

Kensi's P.O.V

On the drive to Black Hawke Security Nell called and patched everyone through, a neat little five way call.

"Guys Jack just arrived for work ten minutes ago. We are following his car back to where it came from but it is going to take some time." Nell said.

Callen spoke next. "Okay maybe we should sit back, wait for him to leave then follow him." I stayed silent. There was no way I was sitting in a car and waiting for the sun to go down. "Got it Kensi?" I remained silent as I pulled in.

"You stay Callen but I am going in to talk to him." I jumped out of my vehicle while putting a comm in my right ear.

"Damnit Kensi STAND DOWN! That is an order!" Callen yelled.

I relaxed my shoulders and put on a smile and walked up to the front desk. "Hello, I am here to speak with Jack Simon." I say sickly sweet.

"Do you have an appointment?" the man asked not bothering to look up. I roll my eyes.

"Well," I touch his shoulder and toss my hair as he looks up. "Not exactly but it is urgent." I say in a low seductive voice.

I had the poor man drooling, pathetic. "Right through there ma'am." He pointed down the hall.

Without another word or glance I stalked toward Jack's office. Once again I feel that deep seated rage settle over me.

Don't do anything stupid Kens. Sam chides in my ear.

I do not knock; instead I push the door open and see Jack sitting at his desk riffling through a drawer. "Jack Simon." I growl as I shut the door and turning the lock.

He looks up and smiles, but I can see the menacing light in his eyes, the smile that is covering a sneer. "Kensi Blye, wow it has been too long. You still look good."

"Cut the bullshit Simon where is he." I spit.

"Where is who?"

"Stop playing dumb! Your blood was at the crime scene! Where is Marty." I yell, my fists are clenched at my side.

"Someplace where you will never find him, at least not before it is too late," he drops the smile and gives me a cold, dead look.

Oh you idiot that wasn't the smart thing to say. I hear Hetty say. Even I have to do a double take at her words that are spoken very seriously.

Hetty?

Wow I wasn't the only one to hear that right?! Nell and Eric say at the same time. But it is all background noise as Jack walks to stand before me, but I remain rooted on the spot as eight feet separated me from the man who took Marty from me.

"Come on, Marty? What kind of name is that? But what shocks me the most is that you fell for that guy, he looks like a fucking bum Kensi." Jack said oblivious to the conversation in my ear.

"Yes he does look like a bum, but more like Shaggy from Scooby Doo…"

Does that make Monty Scrappy? Sam asks.

"But he is more of a man than you ever were. He loves me in a way you never did. He looks at me as though I am in the only woman in the world, whereas you… your eyes traveled to every tight skirt that walk by us, even after we were engaged!" I see the shocked look on his face. "Yea I saw, but I loved you so I ignored it. Marty has shown me what true love is."

"Oh please the man is a worthless cop, I am a Marine!" he bellowed but I didn't so much as flinch. "That cop doesn't love you! Nobody can love you! You are broken; you are damaged goods Kensi Blye."

Oh I see a kick in the nuts in his near future. Callen snickers.

"I used to think just that, but Marty showed me that no matter how damaged I was, that he would pick me up and hold me together. Where is he Jack?" he remained silent.

Kensi…

"WHERE IS HE!" I yell and in one quickly timed move a connect my fist to his nose and hear a satisfying crunch.

"Ah, Crazy bitch!"

Not crazy just highly pissed off.

I aimed a kick to his midsection causing him to slump over. I grip his hair and pull his head up at a painful angle with an elbow digging into his back. "I swear to you Jack if you don't tell me where he is…"

"What, huh." He pushed me away from him but remained where she stood. "Why would I tell you where I hide his body?" I feel everything in me go cold. "That's right, I beat him till my knuckles bled." He held up hands showing off his bloody knuckles as if they were trophies.

Mr. Hana please be on standby, Mr. Callen you are to remain in the car and follow if Jack leaves.

Got it.

Got it.

"You're lying." I whisper.

He laughs. "No sweetheart. I made him beg for death. But I will say this, with his dying breath he whispered you name."

And I broke, any form of restraints that I had ceased. I wanted the man before me dead. In a quick move I had my gun out and smacked it across his face sending him sprawling.

Guys Kensi took out her gun.

Mr. Hana

On it.

There must be a camera in his office, I think. But as I see Jack start to get up I kick him in the ribs. "Where is he!?"

No answer so I swing my Sig on the back of his head. Still no answer. I kick him again sending him rolling and facing the ceiling. I stand over him with every intention on pulling the trigger in cold blood.

"Kensi stop." Sam's voice is low and soft, basically he was walking on eggshells. "Put the gun down, he is not worth it. We will find Deeks, alive," he added forcibly. "But you can't find him if you are in jail."

I took a breath and closed my eyes. I knew Jack was lying, Deeks was alive, he had to be. Opening my eyes I had my gun to Sam before turning back around and landing a kick to his ribs before I lean over and grab his shirt and lift him from the ground partially.

"I will find him, and I hope next time you have a gun so I can shoot your worthless piece of shit ass." I brought my fist down on his jaw and watched as his head bounced off of the ground.

"Come one Hetty wants us at the boatshed." He leads me to my SRX and gets into the passenger seat without a word and leaves Callen behind to watch Jacks' movements. Not a word was spoken the entire trip as I thought about Jacks' words. His body.

NO! I yell at myself, he wasn't dead. I would know if he was dead.

Sam's P.O.V

Walking into Jack's office to see Kensi with a gun pointed at his head and the look of pure rage on her face sent a very unpleasant shiver down my spine. If what I had seen proved anything it is that Kensi will willingly kill in cold blood for the man she loves. And there is no doubt in my mind that he would do the same thing.

I looked over at her and could see the internal war she was waging with herself. Her hands gripped the wheel till her knuckles were white and her face was set in a deep scowl.

I always knew Kensi was a woman to fear but it was today where I saw the real her. The Kensi so desperate to find the man she loves, the Kensi who has no qualms about stepping outside the law, the Kensi that made Kick Ass Blye looked like a grain of sand in a hurricane.

And that is exactly what she was, a hurricane. A torrential downpour of emotions, winds pushing her forward and in the center calm controlled and collected. Dangerous. Deadly. Enough to make anyone unfortunate enough to find themselves in her path unprotected cower and whither. This Kensi had one goal and would do whatever, legal or illegal, to finish her self-imposed mission.