A/N: SO GUESS WHO GOT A BRAND NEW SHINY BABY (LAPTOP). ME. HIS NAME IS MORTIMER THE 3RD AND HE IS PERFECT TO WRITING FANFICTION ON.

I got it yesterday so I thought – Why not write more fanfic, why the hell not. SO HERE IT IS, chapter 7 :D Next update will be Friday (Maybe, if I'm not too busy). We see what Sam and Callen have been up to in this chapter, we also have a flash back to the OSP and OPS to see how Nell and Eric are dealing with juggling a brand new team and trying to keep track of their old one. GON B FUN.

REEL NOTE OF IMPORTZ: There won't be much Densi in this chapter, mainly because I wanna get the other characters out the way. I promise this won't happen again, but I know I won't regret this chapter. Next chapter will be all Densi, I PROMISE OK.

Also side note for Beth and Mari, who will be the only ones who can decipher this:
7 0122024 231222 :) (1846 816 231222 171645 - Beth XD)

Yes, we have our own language/numerical sequence now. DEAL WITH It xD

The review rate is beautiful and rainbow and I would LOVE to keep that going! *needy begs xD*

QUESTION TIME:
conservative girl: I also think that Deeks should tell Kensi the story he told lucas so they have the same story: If you read back, this is actually how their new identities met. It was all in their file.
Bella Paige: Yes, 'he' was supposed to be 'we' – dumb beta messing that up :P (You can now disregard my previous comment up there -.- -Beth)

Somebody asked for 'Previouslys' to be added, I will put one on this chapter, if you don't want previouslys o the coming chapters, just add a 'no previouslys!' into your review (if you review) :P

-LJ x

Previously:

His breath caught in his throat as he finished undoing the buttons. Sliding his hands up her arms slowly and latching them onto her collar, he looked at her before pulling the shirt backwards so it slid lightly off of her frame. It fell into a pile onto the bed behind, leaving her standing there in a simple black bra. He took his thought back; no moment was more intimate than this, his arms still touching her exposed, tanned skin. Their eyes moved until they were trained on each other's gaze. Stood in such a close proximity that they could feel each other's breath.

They stayed in this silent situation for around two minutes before Deeks turned his head fast and cleared his throat. "Okay, I'll be waiting outside," he motioned as he rushed out of the bedroom.

Kensi watched as her partner dashed out fast, the door slamming quietly behind him. She stood in a state of temporary shock before dropping down onto the edge of the bed. She was glad she had learnt how to unbutton her jeans with one hand when she was younger. That would have been awkward.

Deeks and Kensi both laid awake with the thoughts of what had previously happened; the moment. Both of them were also trying – and failing – to convince themselves it meant nothing and would mean nothing, and although they both knew the other was awake thinking the exact same thing, neither of them confronted it. Deeks turned on his side and sighed as another memory of the evening shot into his mind. And with that memory Deeks started to talk, it was more of a quiet outburst, structured like a question or a suggestion, but was actually a light demand:

"We should take some pictures."

Kensi's brows furrowed in the darkness as her prior thoughts were pushed back to a deep cavern somewhere in her subconscious. She turned her body to face Deeks, only being able to make out a few of his features in the abyss of darkness.

"What?" she questioned, although she did understand the question she didn't understand the context or where it had come from.

"Pictures. Of us, of Lucas," he sighed. Then he saw the fain outline of confusion on Kensi's face and made his point clearer. "We should buy a camera or go to the mall, take some real family pictures to replace the photoshopped ones that are dotted around the place."

Kensi pondered then nodded her head in agreement. "Let's get some sleep then, goodnight Deeks." She whispered his name so quietly he almost hadn't heard it. But he did, and he smiled lightly at it. They both knew how dangerous it was, even at this early stage, but somehow that simple rule break made everything seem okay.

"Goodnight, Kensi," he smiled and closed his eyes.

They fell asleep facing each other (for the first time since they had started sharing a bed) and at some point in the night Kensi had snuggled into his chest, his arm wrapped around her. Hours later they were still in a sweet tangle of human bodies, having the best night's sleep they'd had in a while.

Callen walked up to the line of post boxes and unlocked his, pulling out spam letters and a few bills from the landlord. He huffed as he read through them, still finding it hard to recognise the unfamiliar name 'Michael Tunney' that was printed or scrawled onto them. He pushed his mail box closed and turned around so he was leant on it, still flipping through each article in his hands.

Callen didn't look up when oh-so familiar footfalls entered the lobby, he couldn't look up because it could be anybody, even though he knew it wasn't just anybody. They weren't the only 'ex-convicts' living in this apartment building, in fact they had already made the appropriate connections to fall into the category of 'wanted help' at Richard Hansons' compound in Stockton.

"Michael, right?" Sam spoke up, unlocking his post box.

"Right," he confirmed, looking up at Sam. "Your name has slipped my mind." He coughed, looking back down to his mail.

"Sazbo, Dmitri. Sazbo is fine though," Sam introduced himself, moving his body around and offering his hand to be shook, which Callen, still under the character of Michael, declined.

"See ya' around," Callen said, pushing himself off of the post boxes dropping a tiny piece of bundled up paper onto the floor as he passed.

Sam watched as Callen left and noticed the paper fall by this feet, he ignored it for the first few minutes until he got his mail out, before 'accidentally' dropping one of his envelopes by his own feet. He gave out an annoyed sign and bent down to pick it up, catching the balled up paper between his fingers as he did so.

Sam stood back up and opened the piece of paper, reading what was scribbled on it fast:

'Made a new contact with somebody close to Hanson, seeing how far it will take me.'

He balled the paper back up and stuffed it in his jeans pocket, closing his post box and walking back off to his room.

It was a new morning at the OSP, the third without Henrietta Lange's star team, and today was the day she was getting a new one. Luckily it wasn't a brand new team, they had experience from a Montana office but not much happened in Montana, obviously, or they wouldn't have been able to give up their 'best' team for an undisclosed amount of time.

Hetty looked through the profiles one last time:
(A/N: First of all, sorry for an A/N mid story, second of all: sorry about the way this part is structured, it's not really like a story, I just need to write it like this so you guys know what they're about and can remember them… also so I can go back if I forget something)

Lea Wilson, 26.
Lea was born and raised in Montana, she has a 6 year old son named Cormac and isn't married or in a relationship. Her specialty is undercover work in the sexual department; she is stunningly beautiful and has a lot of sexual appeal, hence her specialty. Her partner is Edward Colden.

Edward Colden, 32.
Edward is a born and raised New Yorker; he was transferred to the Washington office in 2008, immediately being redirected to the Montana office. He was in a committed relationship before he was relocated to LA and he complains a lot about the transfer because of it forcing an end to his social life. His specialty is in the audio department; he was born half deaf and was forced to read lips from a young age, because of this he has a hitch to his voice (if you've ever heard a deaf person talk you will know what it sounds like) and occasionally has to have a helper dog with him around the office, but even with this minor disability he is still extensively trained with firearms and does well in the field. His first and so far only partner is Lea Wilson.

James Lorense, 40.
James is the team leader, born and raised in Montana, branched from a whole family of police officers, although he broke the chain when he joined NCIS. His 18 year old daughter, much to his dismay, has also joined the Navy. He is married with 2 children although he is really put together; he tries not to let his personal life and professional life mix together. He doesn't have a set specialty but works well with anybody and anything. He is partnered with Rowan Tennant

Rowan Tennant, 34.
Rowan is 'second in command' when it comes to the team as he is partnered with the team leader. He and James have been partnered up since he joined NCIS, which was almost 10 years ago. He only trusts James with his life, even though he respects the rest of his team and knows they would probably take a bullet for him, even though he doesn't expect them too. Just like they shouldn't expect him to either. He cares for his younger sister Abigail who is 18 and already what is considered a 'bad seed' and hopes the move to LA will do good for her. His parents died when she was 13 and since then she spiralled downwards, occasionally Rowan has to leave work to get her from somewhere or even take days off.

Simon Scott, 29.
Simon is the team's tech agent. He has the training to go out in the field but barley ever does. The only way the team would come to LA was if he was included in the transfer. Not much is known about him and his file isn't allowed to be viewed to anybody who hasn't got a superior rank; although it is theorised he is an ex-hacker caught by NCIS and he cut a deal to work with them, but there is also a theory that he is a AL so nothing is really positive about where he came from. He likes to work alone, an issue he will have to face when it comes to working for the Office of special projects.

Hetty sat in her office as she watched the doors, waiting patiently for the team of 5 to pile in. She shot her eyes to the clock, they would be showing up in minutes. Nell and Eric stood talking to each other, arms draped over the stair rails, each of their hands holding an iPod. Eric wasn't too pleased to hear about somebody else in ops. Especially when that somebody was a moderately good looking guy; he was only just breaking ground with Nell.

Finally they all entered. Surprisingly, they were very quiet. Nell almost didn't see them, but when the party of people caught her eye she straightened up and elbowed Eric, who did the same.

"Welcome," said Nell with a big - slightly forced – smile on her face. "I'm Nell Jones, one of the Technical Analysts, this is my partner Eric Beale… who does the same."

"Hi," he said awkwardly.

"Technical Analysts? You're part of the team that's undercover? Why are you guys still here?" Simon asked.

"Oh, well we're not fully qualified to be in the field, plus they need us here to track their movements," Nell chirped.

"Where's the boss?" James asked.

"Right here," Hetty said, appearing from behind a pylon. "Henrietta Lange, maybe you've heard of me?"

"The evil elf?" Edward whispered to Lea, who smacked him to shut him up.

"One of my many nicknames, I suppose each division has one," Hetty hummed. "I'll show you to your desks."

Hetty walked into the bullpen where her old team's desks were fully cleared. "I haven't assigned you desks, I assume you will be able to do that yourselves." She eyed them all.

"We will be able to," James said, dropping his bag onto Kensi's old desk and sitting in her seat. His partner Rowan sat down in Cullen's old seat followed by Lea and Edward who took Sam and Deeks' old desks.

"Now I trust you have been briefed on the fact this isn't a permanent transfer?" Hetty asked.

"We all know, but do you have an estimated duration of the time we will be here?" Rowan asked.

"Well, the OP my team are currently running could take up to a year, but we are prepared if it runs longer or shorter," Hetty told them. "I trust you're all settled into your new accommodations?"

"They're very nice, well my apartment is," Lea smiled. "It has plenty of room for my son and thank you so much for the Nanny."

"Mines good," Edward says in his new york-hitched tongue.

"My house is perfect, my wife loves it, so does Shanna," James smiled proudly.

"My apartment is good, my sister likes the location," Rowan finished.

"Perfect," Hetty mused and turned to Simon, who looked a little lost. "Miss Jones, can you show Simon to his new work station is OPS?" Hetty asked and ordered.

"Sure thing, Hetty," Nell smiled, greeting Simon and letting him follow her up the stairs.

Hetty turned back to the team who were personalizing their desks. "Miss Jones may not look it, but if I and AD Granger are not here then she is in command. I trust her thoroughly and you four should do the same. She is very talented."

"I'll take your word for it," James said on behalf of his team, knowing they would much rather go to Simon if they needed something.

"Good," Hetty smiled. "I'm off for tea."

With that Hetty walked away, the team were convinced that if they blinked she would disappear, and Edward had watched way too many Doctor Who episodes to not connect her to a weeping angel. The teams' eyes tracked her back to her office before they all went back to their business.

"New place," Lea smiled. "New start."

"Yeah, whatever. I just wish Lilith had come," Edward huffed as he put a picture of his parents on his desk.

"Get over it, she was just a girl," Lean scoffed.

"Enough guys, at least try to make a good impression," Rowan growled.

A/N: As I said, not much Densi, but this chapter is needed. You won't regret it, I won't regret it, and we will all ride on unicorns into the sunset.

Review rule still applies, if you like it, please review so I know I should carry on, if you hate it, hey, if you want to review, go ahead. Criticism helps :)

All and any questions will be answered in next chapters a/n :)

-LJ x

Any mistakes blame bacon... or whoever's cooking it... the smell is quite distracting. - Beth