Atlanta, Georgia, two weeks after Kensi and my arrival-

The lab techs scanning the model that Kensi gave them were having a field day. Every time they think they have a way to neutralize the virus something bad happens. The drug they use causes some kind of negative reaction and winds up harming, and or killing me. They haven't tried any of these drugs, so every time they think of a new drug they always ran a simulation to see what it could do to my system before using it. "Okay. Every drug we use winds up killing the patient either outright, or in the long run. We're going to have to get creative." the head lab tech said.

"How do you propose that?" one of his subordinates asked.

"Let's test the virus for similarities to other viruses, and then try tailor treatment to it." the head lab tech said.

"I've always enjoyed a challenge, but this is ridiculous." another subordinate said.

"It's not over until the fat lady sings," another subordinate said.

Elsewhere in the hospital. The doctors and nurses had finished restarting my heart. Supposedly that was the third time that my heart had stopped. Kensi is on edge. The thought of losing me is tough to swallow. She knows that I could die at any time, whether it be from taking a bullet, or dying in a car accident. But death by some super virus is not something she was expecting. Not that I blame her. Of all the ways cool ways to die in this world, death by a virus is not how I want to go. Then again, I rather not go at al. I think.

Kensi leaves to go make a phone call.

N.C.I.S. L.A.

Los Angeles, boat shed-

Callen and Sam were waiting for the suspect's lawyer to arrive, which was now going on three hours. At that time the plasma went live and Hetty started speaking.

"Gentlemen, I had an interesting conversation with the suspect's lawyer." she said.

"Really." Callen said.

"How did it go?" Sam asked.

"When the lawyer found out that the suspect had broken the law again, he told me that his client was on her own." she said.

"Oh, this day just keeps getting better and better." Sam said, and then headed for the door with Callen right behind him.

"I'm not talking until my lawyer shows?" the suspect said when Sam opened the door.

"Or you could quit stalling because your lawyer told our boss that since you broke the law again he isn't coming to bail you out." Callen said.

"You're bluffing?" the suspect said.

"We've been here for three hours waiting for your lawyer, albeit, I liked to know how he got Hetty's number." Sam said.

"This is tinsel town. She probably knows everybody who's anybody. That, or Hetty called him." Callen said.

"Fair enough." Sam said.

"You want to keep stalling, or do you want to play ball?" Callen asked.

The suspect remained silent for a few moments, and then she began to speak. Divulging all the information that was necessary to solve the case.

"Tell us where the meeting is going to go down, and we'll put in a good word with the D.A." Sam said.

N.C.I.S. L.A.

Four months ago: Just minutes after Eric and Nell witnessed my abduction, Ops-

Hetty was in her office on the phone to Washington. The moment Nell had told her that I had been abducted she called Director Vance to inform him of the abduction, but that was going nowhere.

"What's the matter Hetty?" Sam asked, unaware of my abduction.

"Mr. Deeks has just been abducted while on assignment. And the buffoons in Washington aren't picking up their phones." Hetty said hanging up her phone.

"Should Callen and I go to the scene and investigate?" he asked.

"I highly doubt that they'll let you in, but you can try." she said.

"We'll go see what they have discovered." he said, and then left.

Sam picked Callen up on the way to the parking garage. "We got a case, partner?" Callen asked.

"Deeks has just been abducted." Sam said, and then dialed ops.

"Hello." Eric answered.

"Eric can you send me the address for the site where Deeks was abducted?" Sam asked.

"It's on your phone." Eric said.

Sam heard a beep, signifying that he received the message from Eric. "Thanks Eric," and then hung up the phone.

"Where are you two going?" Kensi asked.

"Deeks was just abducted while on assignment." Callen said.

Kensi fell in step behind the senior agents, and they all climbed into the challenger to go see what they could learn about my abduction.

N.C.I.S. L.A.

Crime scene-

Sam parked the challenger, and the three of them got out. They showed their badges, and were let into the crime scene. Sam found a friendly, to an extent, L.A.P.D. detective and approached him. "What do we know?" Sam asked.

"According to the witness statements this whole incident started after Deeks and his partner were rear-ended." he said.

"Anything else?" Callen asks.

"The killer shot the two federal agents, the man that Deeks and his partner had in custody, and abducted Deeks. The witnesses said that Deeks froze before he was kidnapped." the detective said.

"Any reason why?" Callen asked.

"The person that abducted him was a woman. She shot him in the neck with a tranquilizer, then she and her partner took Deeks and left the scene of the crime." the detective said.

"Anybody get the car model, and plates?" Sam asked.

"I'm afraid not. They left the scene of the crime, and that's all we have been told." The detective said.

"Thank you for your time." Sam said.

The detective nodded, and then went to coordinate with C.S.U. "Seriously, the L.A.P.D. still hasn't gotten over its dislike of Deeks?" Callen ask.

"Well, you know how that goes." Sam says.

"Where'd Kensi go?" Callen asked.

"Probably went to run down a lead, while we were stuck talking to L.A.P.D." Sam said.

A few blocks south of the crime scene, Kensi found an oil spill and tire tracks. She took a picture of the tire tracks and sent them to Ops to be identified. But before calling Ops Kensi checked for cameras in the area. The nearest camera was on the main street, so she called it in.

"Hello." Nell answered the phone.

"Nell I got tire tracks I need you to run down, possible match for the car that used was abducted Deeks and I have a camera on East Broadway and South." Kensi says.

"I have the tire tracks. I have the camera, pulling it up." Nell said. There was a few seconds before Nell spoke again. "The camera system is down in that area for maintenance, sorry."

"No need to apologize. We'll just have work a different angle." Kensi said, and then hung up the phone.

N.C.I.S. L.A.

A warehouse at an unknown location-

I was being brought into a warehouse at an undisclosed location. They parked the car, and pulled me out of the backseat. I was placed on a gurney, and then my wrist and ankles were bound. I was wheeled into a room with at least ten other beds all occupied with people of all ages, and ethnicities. I regain consciousness momentarily, and a wave of horror washes over me when I realize how much trouble I'm in. I've seen enough movies to know what is coming next. I've done a lot of work, but nothing could have prepared me for this day. I think.

I see movement on the far side of the room, and I close my eyes. I can hear two voices, one male and one female, but I can't make sense of what they are talking about.

"You don't want to know what they are talking about." a familiar says.

"Why is that?" I whisper, cracking my left eye just enough to see that it was Vivian talking to me.

"They are talking about all the ways to use the virus they are about to use on the eleven, and possible ways they can use it against the public after you are supposedly dead." she said.

"Supposedly?" I ask.

"Yeah, supposedly. What do you think I injected you for all the months ago?" she asks.

"I don't know, but it has been in pain in my butt these past four months." I hiss.

"That was the point. The white liquid you saw oozing out of your arm was meant to protect you later." she said.

"Oh, yeah, how?" I ask.

"The virus is going to slowly kill you. Everybody else will be dead by the time this experiment is over. Others with a few weeks." she said.

"And what, that ooze is supposed to be some of last line of defense?" I asked.

"Be quiet!" she hisses.

"Vivian. In five minutes, or less, we are going to begin stripping the test subjects." a voice said. It was a male, possibly late forties, early fifties.

"Yes, Ulric." She said.

"Stripping?" I ask.

"They're going to remove your immune system, so they can get a better view of how the virus will attack the body. I'll come back when it's over." Vivian says, and then leaves.

There is nothing but silence all throughout the room, and then I hear a door shut. Kind of like an underground bunker blast door shut, Oh crap! I think. Next thing I hear is a chorus of grunts, and groans of intense pain, and I know that the scientists, or whatever they prefer to be called, has begun to inject the substance into the test subjects. And before long I could feel the excruciating pain of the substance coursing through my body.

"Argh!"

N.C.I.S. L.A.

Atlanta, Georgia-

"Kensi." A voice said from the doorway of my hospital room.

Kensi looked up to see her mom, Julia Feldman, had made the flight. Kensi didn't even hesitate, she stood up from her chair and then went to hug her mom. "He's dying!" Kensi croaked as she broke down into tears.

Julia didn't even saying anything. She just stood there and stroked her daughter's hair.