AN: Thanks for all the lovely feedback. I wish I could write faster but I'm struggling with a block. I wrote the last two chapters and love them, I just can't seem to get the stuff in between! I'm trying and I will finish this story because I love the ending. Hope you enjoy. Thanks again to Lou. You rock and provide INVALUABLE feedback.

The seven of them felt trapped, sitting in Sleeping Beauty's castle. They had passed around a few ideas, but none of them were without risk. They wanted to get out of the restaurant without injuring themselves or putting the public around them in danger.

Nate had finally come up with an idea. The tall man crouched down to a table of five children next to him who had been admiring the Walker family's ears all throughout breakfast. He was letting the youngest, a little redheaded boy wear his oversized goofy hat with attached ears.

No one could hear what he was saying and he faced away from Kensi so she could not read his lips; however, the fact that the both parents and children were smiling indicated that they saw Nate as a gentle giant rather than a creepy pervert and pedophile, which was the last thing they needed to deal with.

A few moments later Nate walked back over to the group with his hands out.

"Hand over your hats."

"Why?"

"Those kids are going to help us out, but I promised them our hats in return. "

"With pleasure."

"Kensi, you and Callen are going to need to sign some autographs for those little girls."

The two agents in question looked up questioningly with identically raised eyebrows.

The psychologist smiled apologetically, "you may want to sign those autographs as Princess Jasmine and Prince Charming."

To their credit, both the agents readily obliged and signed the autograph books for the little girls.

Sam was the first to plop his Mickey Mouse ears on top of a shy little boy. Watching the little boy smile shyly with his face just poking out from the over-sized ears, Sam's heart melted. He thought of his own son and daughter. He hated being out here across the country. He wasn't there to make sure they finished their breakfast and made it to the bus stop on time. He did not get to tuck them in at night and tell them fairy tales about Prince G, Princess Kensi and a small but powerful witch named Hetty. Looking at the little boy, the former SEAL promised himself that as soon as he got home he was taking his wife and kids on a vacation. He would even suck it up and wear the ears again.

As soon as each of the children and their parents were adorned in the team's hats, the kids took off screaming towards the men dressed in black. Something about excited children and in the happiest place on Earth was contagious. The restaurant's other children had joined the original five and they were all jumping excitedly and pulling on the men's jackets.

The agents didn't waste time and hauled ass out of the restaurant.

"How the hell did you do that?" Deeks asked the question on every-one's mind as soon as they cleared the restaurant.

"I may have told them that those two men were very important men who worked directly for Mickey and they were looking for some excited kids who wanted to be on the float with Mickey during this afternoon's parade."

"Mr. Getz, that was brilliant. I knew there was a reason why I hired you."

The praise from Hetty and the admiring glances from his friends and coworkers and caused Nate to flush in embarrassment.

"Okay, what now? They know we're here. How do we get out?"

"We wait til night. They have fireworks here every night. We'll wait until it's at its busiest and sneak out in the rush. It's our best chance," Callen answered Eric's question, watching for the almost imperceptible nod from Hetty.

"Okay, but what do we do until then?"

"Well Miss Blye, you are in the happiest place on Earth, I would hope you would try to enjoy yourself. I believe Space Mountain should be your first stop, no?"

With that, the seven normally uptight and stressed individuals let loose and enjoyed their day. They were still careful and aware of their surroundings, but that did not stop them from enjoying all that the Mouse had to offer as the Walker family. They learned that Sam did not like things that spun very fast as the way he quickly ran off to the bathroom after his time on the teacups. Eric kicked all of their butts, except for Hetty, on the Astro Blaster ride that was like living a video game. Hetty bought them all copies of their picture from Tower of Terror where Deeks was hugging Sam's arm as they plummeted below. They learned of Nate's love of Haunted Mansion as he made them ride it three times in a row and it would have been more if Hetty had not insisted that Callen and Kensi, as Disneyland virgins, ride Dumbo together. Hetty also had that picture of the two of them laughing and looking almost innocent as they rode the elephant into the sky. That one was just for her and she would have it for many years.

As the sun set, they took their places with the other families on Main Street U.S.A. waiting for the fireworks. Instead of enjoying the night display though, they were plotting their escape and where they would go from here. Callen started to lay out his plan.

"We can't stay together. Sam and I are going to take Hetty and Eric to see if we can find out who is behind this. We're going to one of our safe houses so we can set Eric up with a computer and have him try and find a commonality between all these set ups. Kenz, you and Deeks take Nate and work out Renko's part in all this. If they did take his daughter, then we need to find her. Check out his house, his records, places he's been recently. There has to be something to help us find out where the girl is."

"How can we communicate between each other?"

"I already took care of that, Eric," Deeks said and pulled out a few cell phones, passing them around the members of the team. "I bought them from a frustrated dad. He was pretty pissed that his wife and kids were too busy texting and not enjoying the family fun," he answered the unspoken question arising from those around him.

The problem of communication now solved and the fireworks over, Sam, Callen, Hetty, and Eric started blending in with the other families in the mass exodus from the park. It only took a matter of minutes before Nate, Kensi, and Deeks had lost all sight of the others. They gave them a ten minute head start before joining the stampede themselves and heading towards the area of the parking lot where Hetty had arranged their transportation.

Meanwhile, Callen's group had just reached their car without any issue, which was surprising considering how different the four of them were. Having already changed their clothes in the park's bathrooms to clothing they had purchased there, the quartet headed back to L.A. despite their exhaustion. Hetty had arranged a safe house where Eric could begin tracking information about the Fort Pendleton bombing so at the very least he could prove their innocence and they could come out of hiding. Well, almost all of them. Kensi was still wanted for a double homicide; but if they could catch the person behind the bombing chances were they would find the same person who had set up Renko.

Turning her thoughts to Agent Renko, she could not help but admire Callen's understanding of his team. Kensi would blame herself about killing a little girl's father and endangering the little girl as well. She keenly understood the loss of a father. The only thing to alleviate that guilt would be to ensure the little girl's safety and with Kensi Blye fighting for her, Allison Renko stood a fighting chance.

Just as Callen's group had left the magical memories of Anaheim behind, Nate, Kensi and Deeks attempted to blend in with the families as they turned their backs on the castle and resumed the gravity of the situation they were all in. Unfortunately, they did not have the same ease that their compatriots did.

"We're being followed."

Kensi's quiet statement was instantly met with Nate panicking and instantly turning to look behind him, which earned him a sharp tug from Deeks and Kensi stomping on his toes.

"Dude, you can't look at them. Then they know we know. It was probably you being the gentle green giant that got us made," Deeks snapped. His busted nose hurt and nothing about the past two days had been easy.

"They're already following us. What does it matter if they know that we know that they now? I blend in here."

"You're right, the dad look is in," Deeks threw back, pointing to Nate's khakis and plaid button up shirt, very much looking like a young father.

"Okay, I might look like a dad. But at least at thirty, I've given up the word "Dude" and learned what a barber looks like."

"Boys. Why don't you put them away and play nice, please? We have more company coming up on our right," Kensi snapped.

Despite the annoyance in her voice, she actually found some amusement in their argument. She was not used to their mild mannered operational psychologist fighting back. Lately, he had been displaying an inner strength and something she could not put her name on. He was becoming more reluctant to sit back and watch; Nate wanted part of the action.

Though Deeks was currently skulking even as he was checking out the large, conspicuous men closing in around them, he managed to give the tall psychologist an appreciative smile. Nate was made up of something stronger than he previously thought. He filed this away for further thought as he had to find a way to get the three of them out there alive.

They were stuck between a rock and a gaggle of children and the men following them knew it. They could not draw their weapons here with so many kids. They had to make it to the parking lot. Luckily, a mouse gave them their opening. Mickey Mouse was walking out to greet the children as they exited the park and Deeks took advantage of this fact.

"Look! It's Mickey Mouse!"

Something about excitement is contagious in children. They hear or see it in others and they soon feel the need to jump in and be a part of whatever it is that's going. Sure enough, a stampede of screaming yelling kids and their exhausted parents when running towards the famous mouse. Kensi took Nate's hand and the three of them used the confusion to make a run for it. They successfully made it out of the park but they were not going to make it to their car.

"What do we do?"

"We can't go back to the van. We can't take the chance that they know about it. We have to get get out of here now."

Kensi's words met with acknowledgement. All eyes were on her own mismatched ones. Despite the pressure and the stress of the last few days, it felt good to have them look to her for an answer, to still trust her capability and skill. Yesterday had done some damage to her psyche and she was worried if she could survive it. Knowing that these two trusted her to come up with a solution let her know that she would get through this, eventually.

The junior field agent did not say anything, she just pushed her baseball cap over her eyes and walked up to a car. She motioned for Nate and Deeks to guard her as she began picking the lock on the Civic. Less than a minute later, they were all piling into the car.

"Are you going to hotwire the car too, Fern? I would really like to know where these illegal skills of yours came from, if I'm going to be your partner."

"One: My name is not Fern. Two: My dad taught me. Three: I don't need to hotwire the car, the idiot left an extra set of keys in the glove compartment. Four: You are most definitely not my partner."

"Kensi Marie Blye, you wound me."

She merely grunted in response and rolled her eyes starting the car and navigating through the throngs of people still exiting the park. As she pulled out onto the freeway, her thoughts went to Renko's daughter, Allison. Little did she know that she would soon make a huge sacrifice to try and save that girl, they all would.