"What did she say?"

Kensi felt the tears rolling down her cheeks as she heard Deeks' voice in her ear. She wasn't sure why, but the moment that Deeks put his hand on her shoulder, Kensi let herself collapse into him.

"She left me there on purpose. She just said that sending me to Afghanistan was a means to an end," Kensi cried, not realising that Granger was also there and fuming.

"You tried to have Kensi killed?" Granger asked angrily. "That's why Sabatino didn't talk to me. He knew what you were doing, and he was scared of talking. Guess what?"

"What do you think you're going to do to me, Owen?" Hetty asked loftily.

"I'm sending you to prison for attempted murder," said Deeks before Granger could answer.

"Where's your proof?"

Deeks looked over at Granger, but it was Kensi that answered.

"Right here," she said quietly, holding up a small tape. "I taped our conversation so I could reflect on it when I wasn't angry. I never expected you to admit that you tried to have me killed, Hetty. But, you admitted it, and it's on tape. I'm handing it over to the LAPD and to Director Vance."

"Kens, let me deal with her," said Deeks.

"No, this is something that I need to let the police handle, Marty. It's something that will get you into trouble if you put yourself in the middle of it. Thank you for being kind and caring, but I need to do this my way." Kensi turned to Granger. "Do you think you can contact Vance for me, Granger?"

"Of course I can, Kensi." Granger smiled and gave her hand a squeeze. "I know this isn't easy, I'm proud of you for doing this."

"Thank you."


Granger was livid. He couldn't understand why Hetty was so rude towards Kensi. He had always known that powerful women like Kensi made Hetty feel threatened, but that was no reason for Hetty to want Kensi dead.

"Granger, I'm busy. What do you want?" Vance asked a moment later.

Granger understood that his boss was busy all day, but he needed to make this phone call. He gripped his cell phone in his hand to stop himself from getting angry with the wrong person. "Director Vance, I'm going to need you to video conference with one of my agents down here. She has evidence for you of attempted murder on her, and the culprit is her boss. Trust me, you need to hear this evidence and you need to deal with this before the LAPD do."

"Which agent?"

"Blye."

"She returned to work? Didn't she just get back from Afghanistan?"

"She's not working, just visiting. She wanted answers, but I doubt this was the answer she was looking for."

"You said her boss was the one to admit wanting her dead?"

"That's correct."

"Henrietta Lange is her boss."

"She is," said Granger bitterly.

There was a pause on Vance's end for a couple of minutes, and Granger was beginning to think that his boss had hung up on him. He was about to hang up and call back when Vance said,

"I'll have some free time at two thirty. Put her on in your ops centre so I can speak to her, Granger."

"Okay. Just be gentle with her, Kensi is still quite unlike herself and quite fragile mentally. I'll be sending in Nate Getz with her."

"Isn't he FBI now?"

"Yes, but they've loaned him to us to help Kensi readjust. He's done pretty well so far- she's at least talking to people and has left her house today."

"Fine, he can be there. Just make sure she has everything she wants to give to me with her."

"I will. Thank you, Director Vance." Granger closed his cell phone and shoved it into his pocket as he stepped back into the building.


Kensi was curled up with Deeks when Granger found her in the quiet gym. She looked like she was asleep.

"Deeks?" Granger asked softly so that he wouldn't wake Kensi.

"Did you get through to Vance?" Kensi asked before Deeks answered.

"I did, Kensi. He agreed to talk to you at two thirty."

"Does he believe me?"

"I think he thinks that you believe it to be true, but he thinks you must be overreacting. He just needs to have some proof."

"I have plenty of proof." Kensi looked at Deeks. "Can we go home after I talk to him?"

"We can go whenever you want to, Kens," Deeks answered.

"Thank you." She closed her eyes and rested on Deeks' shoulder again. "I want this over."

"Let's deal with that witch first, then this will be over. I promise."


Two thirty came quickly. Kensi was clutching her little tape with Hetty's confession on it when Nate stepped into ops with her.

"How are you feeling, Kensi?" Nate asked softly. He could easily tell that his friend was nervous.

"I'm okay. I want to go home," said Kensi.

"Understandable. You know where you are, right?"

"Ops." Kensi shook her head. "I mean that I want to go to my house."

"Okay." He paused. "This is the right thing to do."

"I know that..."

"Why are you hesitating?"

"She used to be my friend, Nate."

"Maybe so, but she still did the wrong thing. You need to deal with it, even if that means calling her boss."

Kensi sighed. "I guess... Are you staying?"

"I am."

"Good. I could use the support." Kensi took a deep breath just as the screen came on and Vance's face appeared.

"Kensi Blye. I must say that I really thought we'd lost you forever. How are you doing?" Vance asked, honest concern etched into the lines on his face.