A/N: I wasn't kidding about holding this chapter on a hiatus, I need a break. But, I will be lenient on you guys.

If my chapters were any god you would review on your own. I really hope that you like this chapter. I don't write this enough, or at all, but thanks for reading.

Random: OMG! For those of you that missed the season finale of NCIS: LA

-I feel so sorry for you. OMG!

[Disclaimer: Are Kensi and Deeks together yet? No, well I guess I don't own it.]


Chapter 8? No, wait 7?

Chapter 7

"Why do you have a picture of my father?" Kensi asked inspecting the photo a little closer.

"My mom, she gave it to me. Wait, your dad?" Jessica said finding herself distracted by Kensi question.

"Yes, my father, why do you have that…"

"Kensi, we need you to talk to the girl." Deeks said when he walked in to the boat shed. "Wait, am I interrupting?" Of course!

"No, um, we were just talking. Why can't you talk to her?" Kensi asked.

"I thought it'll be better if you talk to her."

"Why is that, because I'm a woman?" Kensi questioned.

"Well, I just thought it would be easier talking to a woman, than it would be talking to a man." Deeks said hoping that he doesn't get on Kensi's bad side especially since this is the first time she said something to him after his little outburst. Kensi looked at Jessica unsure of anything. She got up and walked right passed Deeks and into the room where the girl was.

Deeks' eyes were glue on the screen. "Hey," Kensi said, when the girl didn't speak up Kensi continue. "My name's Kensi, do you want to tell me yours?" The girl's eyes met Kensi's.

"My name's Ayana, or at least that what I was told." She spoke.

"Do you know where you're from?"

"My mom's womb." She deadpanned.

"Ayana, how old are you?" Kensi sighed.

"How old do I look?"

"You look like a minor." Kensi said.

"Well, I'm not, and as far as prostitution goes, we are two consenting adults and I was not given money for sex. So you have no reason to keep me. Either you let me go, or get me a lawyer."

"You won't need one." Kensi sat down across from her. "You're not under arrested. I think you know something about a man named Tyler White."

"I don't know a Tyler White so I guess we're done here." Ayana stood up and started for the door.

"He's dead." Kensi stated. Ayana turned around.

"What?"

"Tyler's dead, killed his self when he was caught trying to kill a man named Kent Laggs." Ayana sunk down in her seat. She stayed quite for a moment and shook her head unwilling to believe what she just heard.

"I can't say anything, my sisters, they'll be hurt if I say a word. My sisters and the rest of the girls will be killed if I talk. I can't."

"Did you get her to say anything?" Callen asked as he walked into the boat shed followed by Sam.

"Kensi's in there with her now." Deeks answered.

"Do you know where you're from? Do you know where your parents are."

"They told me my parents are dead, they said that they were our parents now." Ayana said. "They said we could live with them for free, if in return we…"

"You had to work for them. At first, they were nice, right. They took you out to dinner, made you feel special, and told you that you always had a home, stuff like that." Ayana nodded and Kensi continued. "They said all you had to do was take pictures, but the pictures made you uncomfortable, so they said you didn't have to do it but then you would have to leave." A tear trace the side of Ayana's face. "Picture turned into videos and then before you knew it you were sleeping with strangers, his niceness wore off, and when you tried to get out he say you owed him money so you couldn't leave. He would hit you every time you got out of line." Ayana nodded again. "Do you believe that your parents are dead?" Kensi asked after a minute of silence.

"I'm not sure of anything. My parents would have come looking for me and my sisters, wouldn't they? They wouldn't just let us get hurt."

"How old were you when you went to work for them?" Kensi asked.

"Ever since I could remember. My sisters won't talk about my parents. They are older than me; they remember them, but what about me? They won't talk about them, so how am I supposed to know if they were nice, if they loved me?" Ayana asked. "Can you find them and give them a message, from me?"

"Ayana, I think that you were taken from Africa…"

"Just because I'm black you assume that I was taken all the way from Africa?" Ayana stood up and towered over Kensi.

"Ayana, I think you were taken from Africa because you have a hint of Libyan accent. I think you were taken from your parents with the promise of a better education, a better life."

"So my parents did love me, they were just stupid."

"Who are they, Ayana? Who did you go to work for?" Kensi asked, trying not to probe her. Ayana pushed her hair to the other side of her neck revealing a tattoo, some bruises, and a long healed cut.

"That's to make sure we never forget that they own us."

"I've seen that somewhere." Jessica said as she walked up closer to the screen, she stared a little harder. Everyone turned to look at Jessica. "That looks like…"

"They are the people who own us. Victor, if he wants one of us, he gets us. If we don't do what he says, he hits or threatens us. Casey, his wife, just lets it happen. Ty, he was the only one who would take care of us he promised one day he'd get us out of here." Ayana said, a tear ran down her face. "He, he was the only one who gave a rat's ass about me. No one else cared about me and or any of us. He would make sure all us were fed, and he never tried to hurt us, to use us like Victor. He was a good man. Now he's gone, who's going to protect us now? Who's going to protect us from them? I don't know what might happen to us with him gone."


"Don't get hurt, that's all I have to say."

"I'm not going to get hurt, they will be right by my side the whole time. You have nothing to worry about." Nell said as she turned her chair away from her computer to stare at her very concerned partner.

"If you get hurt I will kill you, then I'll kick Kensi and Deeks asses for not being by your side." Eric said as he typed furiously.

"I won't get hurt, Eric!" Nell said, tired of repeating herself.

"You promise?"

"You know I can't do that, but I will promise to try to come back in one piece."

"That's not good enough, Nell."

"You don't think I should go out into the field?" Nell said in realization.

"Th-that's not what I, um…"

"You don't," she said offended.

"Well, what do you expect, you could get hurt?" Eric said as he continued typing, avoiding eye contact.

"I have something." Nell said. Eric was glad for the change of subject.


"I always asked about my father," Jessica said as she sat down in Callen's seat next to Kensi, "I could tell my mother wanted to avoid the topic by the way she tensed when I mention the word father." She pause, deeply taking in breathe so she could continue. "When she was diagnosed with stage two cancer, she only told me his first name, Donald and right before the end she gave me a picture of him and her." She looked up to Kensi finding it easier than expected to talk about it to someone she knows little about. "What happened to him?"

"He, he, was, um, he was killed. Um, he never mention you." Kensi said in reluctance.

"Maybe because he forgot about me, my mother said he just left us." Jessica said.

"Wait, what, he just left? My dad would never willingly just leave." Kensi said in disbelieve.

"Well, that what happened or at least that's what my mother said."

He just left, how could he just leave? Leave someone to raise a child by themselves. He never mentioned that I had a sister, not once. Was he afraid my mother would leave him? How could he not mention he had another child?


"Another!" Nell yelled down the bar.

"I'm sorry ma'am, were going to have to cut you off." The barkeeper said as he finished serving the man next to Nell.

"Why is a lovely woman like you out alone?" the man next to her said as he took a swig of his drink.

"Was that supposed to be the magical line that got me to go home with you?" Nell said when she turned to look at him, "It may not look like it from the way I've been drinking, but I'm a really classy lady. I don't do one night stands."

"Who says I want to just be a one night stand? Who says that I don't want more, that I can't see a future with you, us growing old with three child and elven grandchildren?"

"How many girls do you get with that line?" Nell asked as she lightly touched his hand that was resting on the bar.

"You have to admit that was a good one, right?"

"That better than most guys that try to hit on me, but that was still bad."

"That's one person opinion. Hey, how about we talk about this over dinner tomorrow night?"

"Oh, you just don't give up." Nell smiled and looked away. "You know what, you seem decent enough, how about tomorrow night?"

"Okay," he said, "tomorrow. By the way my name's Weston."

"Adriana," Nell said.


"Did I do okay?" Nell spoke to the air.

"You did a great job, he took the bait." Kensi said over the earwig Nell had, placed in her ear.

"Ms. Jones, they'll have people watching you so go straight to the hotel, get settled. Once you have, check in and we'll go over your cover I.D. again."

"Okay Hetty." Nell said as she switched off her earwig and got into her cab.


"Mr. Deeks, Ms. Blye, go and settle into your hotel room."

"Yes Hetty," they said in unison.

"Ms. Blye, a moment before you leave." Hetty said as more of a demand than a question.

"Of course." she said as she wondered what could be on her mind. Hetty waited until Deeks left before she sat at her desk and gestured for Kensi to take a seat as well.

"Is, there something bothering you, Ms. Blye?"

"No, I'm fine, why?" Kensi said. She didn't fail to notice that she used that word again. The same word she was called out on by Deeks earlier that day.

"You have been distance. Anything I can help with?"

"Hetty, thanks, but I'm okay. Is that all?"

"Yes."


"What was that all about?" Deeks asked as Kensi got into the car.

"Nothing, Hetty's just worried about me, that's all." Kensi said just as her phone began to ring. She looked at it and answered it.

"Hey, Nell. What's wrong?" Kensi asked, unsure of why Nell was calling.

"Nothing, I just wanted to talk, how's it going with Deeks, did you tell Deeks that he stars in your sexy dreams. Or that you want him to…"

"Don't even finish that statement. You're really drunk. How much did you actually drink?"

"Not much, just one itty-bitty glass, even if I wasn't drunk, I'd still say, 'Tell him,' because I'm pretty sure you probably starred in some of his dreams too."

"Look Nell, that's not happening, so you can forget about it."

"Can you? Kensi you have to share a hotel room, a bed together, for a week, maybe more. Do you really think that you can just forget about all the pent-up sexual tension between. Be honest, it's been getting hotter right. Every day it gets hotter and you ready to give in. Why are you denying yourself the one thing you want? Just give in already? It's like watching a Ping-Pong match. You wonder who'll miss it first, going back and forth, it's fun and all. But to the people watching, were like kids, we get bored fast. I'm bored, Kensi, just give in. I'm exhausted just watching you."

"Bye, Nell." She said trying to get off the phone.

"What are you doing here?" Kensi asked as she open the door.

"I just wanted to talk."

"Talk about what?" she was getting mad, she didn't want to talk.

"I want you to…"

"What? Apologize?" Kensi raised her voice.

"No, I didn't do anything wrong. You never want to talk, you never let anyone in…"

"I didn't want to talk about it because it has nothing to do with you Deeks!" She screamed.

"Oh I don't think so, I think it has everything to do with me. Why else would you avoid me?" He lowered his voice.

"Well, um, I just…"

"Exactly, what did you think that I wouldn't be able to tell?" Deeks came a little closer to her. He reached out and placed a hand on her waist. All the breath she had in her lungs vanished as she struggled to bring it back. Kensi's heart was erratic and he didn't even do anything. He tugged her forward and searched for her eyes. She was looking away, afraid of what she'd find if she looked at him. He guided her head. Before she could react, Deeks lips were on hers, taking away any chance she had at breathing.

"Kensi, Kensi," an external voice woke her, "Kensi, we're at the hotel." Deeks said, getting out of the car.


"Kensi, I can take the floor, if you like." Deeks said as he unpacked a sleep shirt.

"For what? So I can hear you complain for the next week about how your back hurt. I'll take the floor and you can have the bed." Kensi said as she gathered a few item before she began to make her way to the bathroom for a shower.

"No way am I making you sleep on the floor. You'll make me feel guilty for the rest of my life, 'Oh you remember the time I took the floor? My back hurt for a month.'"

"Well I'm not taking the bed when you have to take the floor, hearing you complain, drive me crazy!"

"Hearing me at all, drives you crazy." He mumbled as he sat his bag on the floor.

"Deeks, don't, not now." Her heart is speeding its pace. She doesn't want to fight, especially since the dream she just had.

"Then when? You never want to talk, when you do I'm right here, will be all week." Deeks said as he softens his tone. "I'm right here." He repeated. Kensi sprinted out of the room, she needed a cold shower. How is she going to survive a week, she's not even going to consider the possibility of more than a week, of living in the same room as Deeks.


A/N: This was one of the long ones, hopefully you liked it. I'm not a very good judge so please feel free to comment and review. What do you think should happen next? Should Kensi have another one of her dreams? Should there be a little more of Sam and Callen or Nell and Eric, how about a Hetty moment? I'm tired of begging so either Review or don't. I'll still be happy at the end of the day because I like writing.

Okay now I'm going to try to finish all six seasons of Burn Notice (I'm on season 2), so I can start on a different show, Rookie Blue. Now since I'm about to get out of middle school, YES!, I'll have a lot of free time over the summer. So hopeful I'll finish by the premiere of the new season of Rookie Blue, and yes it's on Friday [I was just informed that it premieres on Thursday, I totally forgot, even less time, I don't think I'm going to make it. If I don't make it please no one spoil it for me. If I spoiled it for you, I'm sorry, I tried not to, and I put 'spoiler alerts' and unlike most people (*cough* *cough* my sister) I really do like surprises, so NOW I'm begging, please don't spoil it.], and yes I do watch a lot of TV, but I think that's a side effect from not having many friends.

Hopefully, high school will be better. I'm not holding my breath.

Peace out.