The next day's sun rose. They had the man who kidnapped Kensi and they knew who he was; Jonathan Martin, 39 years old, widower, no kids. Yes, he was Jessica Stivens Martin's husband. The woman who was kidnapped ten years ago and was held for six months.

He was at the boatshed. Granger was informed but he didn't leave the hospital. Soon or later Kensi would wake up and somebody needed to be there. Well, that somebody had to be Deeks but he couldn't face her. He was feeling responsible for what happened to her. Because he defended a man who according to someone else was guilty. Deeks asked Callen to be with him in the interrogation and Callen said yes, under one condition; he would stay behind him and away from Martin.

Callen was sitting across him looking at him and Deeks was sitting on the small table at the corner of the room. "Why did you kidnap Agent Blye?"

"Detective, don't you think we should talk alone? Just you and me." Deeks didn't say anything.

"No, this is not happening. Because I want you to pay, I want you to spend the rest of your life behind bars. And if I leave you alone here with him, chances are that he'll kill you. And I don't want that. I want you to be in prison, I want you to feel the way she was feeling for the past six months. SO, you'll tell us everything and no one is leaving this room till you talk."

"Revenge."

"For what?" Deeks asked.

"You let free the man who kidnapped my wife."

"If I'm not mistaken, she was killed by a car."

"She wouldn't have been killed if she wasn't kidnapped. I wanted you to feel the pain of losing a person you love more than anything else. I thought I could use Detective Traynor but Detective Scarli killed her before I did."

"You are sick." He got up and approached him. "I could shoot you right here, right now. But you are not worth it." he opened the door and left.

Small but close to the end.