Okay heres part one of a five part storyline that takes place following sans voir 1 & 2 and ties to the last chapter enjoy.

Chapter 9: Ready or Not

"Callen. What have you done?" Madeline stared through the jail bars at her teammate on the other side. He just stared at her and said nothing. "Hetty resigned. And so did Sam. Deeks has been shipped back to LAPD and Kensi is on leave working with 5-0 in Hawaii. Eric has to wear a suit to work… everyone does. Nell was transferred. She's overseas in the middle east. All of this happened because of you Callen. Vance is considering cutting our department to save money. Do you understand the severity of things."

"Eric has to wear a suit?" Callen looked at her.

"Everyone does. Look at me" she replied showing off her black pantsuit and white blouse.

"I don't see the difference." He said and Madeline stared at him with a shocked expression.

"No color. No accessories except the badge and gun, I look like a freaking G-Man! Pants Callen. When do I wear pants?" she said.

"Point taken. What do you want me to do about it?"

"Nothing Callen. Don't say or do anything. Just understand that your actions shook the whole department. I will figure out a way to fix this. But you need to be a steel trap. I mean it. Loose lips sink ships and one wrong word you'll sink the titanic."

"Titanic already sunk"

"No! None of that, you know what I mean. Not a word to anyone okay."

"Okay"

"Goodbye Callen"

"Bye Maddie." Madeline looked at Callen sadly and then turned and left the police station. She hopped in her car and drove to a gritty part of LA.

"Where are you?" she mumbled scanning the streets. Finally after searching a few blocks she spotted the scruffy blonde dressed like a homeless man. She pulled up in front of him and rolled the passenger window down. "You look hungry. Can I buy you lunch?" she yelled and he nodded back. "Then get in" He climbed into the passenger seat and Madeline pulled away from the curb. "How've you been Deeks?"

"Well I was coming to work for a federal agency in jeans every day and now I'm doing this for LAPD, so I'd say I traded up. How about you?" He cracked as they pulled up to Madeline's house

"To be totally fair, you were never an NCIS agent and well the departments barely holding it's place in the agency's budget and half our team is in different corners of the world so I'd say things are fabulous." He looked at her with sad eyes and sat on the couch. "Which is why you are here. We need to figure out a way to clear Callen."

"How? He shot a man on live television."

"There has to be a way. Like insanity. Criminals cop false insanity pleas all the time. And with my medical knowledge I would stake my career on the fact that G was not all there when he shot Janvier. It's worth a shot right?"

"Yeah but I am not sure that there are many Doctors in LA that wouldn't just conclude a federal agent took the law into his own hands."

"You know what, then fine! Screw it!"

"What?"

"Screw it. This is an injustice. I would've done the same thing. This guy baited Callen. He knew there was only two ways it would end. He planned for it. I'm done playing by the books, Deeks… if you're out then fine… But I'm going to do whatever it takes to get Callen freed."

"Where do we start?" He asked and Madeline looked at him questioningly

"Have you spoken to Kensi lately? I think it's time she returned from leave."

"No, but I'll get her back here. I think I know where you are going with this… And maybe Nell should take a vacation to sunny California."

"I was thinking the same thing. I'm sorry there is someone I really need to go see. I'll drop you off where I found you… same time tomorrow?"

"Sure" Madeline and Deeks said their goodbyes and then she drove to a home in Toluca Lake. She quietly approached the residence and rang the doorbell. When the older woman opened the door she looked as if she had aged 5 years in a mere month.

"Hetty. How have you been?"

"Madeline. Come in." she said kindly.

"Are you enjoying retirement?" Madeline asked though she could see the answer written on her face. She was sad. Over Callen, and the events that occurred prior to and after the shooting of Marcel "the Chameleon" Janvier.

"I need help finding Sam. He resigned after you did. We need him back in LA, and I figured you are good at that so… will you help?" Hetty stood up and walked over to the desk where she pulled out a file.

"He's in Egypt."

"Egypt" She took the file and looked at Hetty "It's not your fault Hetty. You couldn't have changed this. Take care of yourself." With a slight nod she walked to the door and out to her car.

As Madeline sat down she heard the ring of her cell phone and noticed the Caller ID came from San Diego.

"Dr. Madeline Comeau, Medical Examiner"

"Ms. Comeau. This is the San Diego Police Department, a body washed up on shore last night."

"Did you want me to come take a look? I usually work strictly NCIS cases but-"

"Ms. Comeau. Dental Records have identified the victim as Aria Elizabeth Comeau"

"Wait- wh- Aria?"