Now we find out who, why maybe
"Easy there detective or should I say sheriff? And for the record we have them and in 72 hours we start playing with them. Personally I'm thinking agent Blye getting her clothes slowly removed will be a truly amazing experience, let alone a sight to behold and to be thankful for. One that I am also so looking forward to. We will be in touch with what we want shortly."
Before they could hang up Deeks just barked "proof of life, all 3 or go to hell."
After what felt like an eternity Deeks heard Sam, then G then Kensi say, one after the other "got it covered man see ya when the sun rises" followed by G saying "keep your powder dry Shaggy" and Kensi, sounding close to tears saying "I miss our time at the beach especially down time."
"Good enough for ya sheriff? Now remember 72 hours. We'll be in touch and maybe even give you some hints" and then he heard an almost hysterical laugh. At the same time he heard a woman in the back ground "don't antagonize him you idiot. He is a very capable person. You heard what these 3 were talking about, he's pissed off enough." And the line went dead.
Deeks sat down and while rubbing his hand thru his hair, let out a deep breath and thought ok, what did I learn. There's at least 2 of em. 1 male, 1 female. He sounds like an LA gang banger and she had a slight German accent. Sam can see the sun in the am but not now. They are facing east, G's gotta mean near water, so on a lake but don't approach lake side and Kensi was referring to the little cove we found that no one knew about but us. That's where we'd go when a serious discussion was needed. Peaceful, beautiful sunsets and just calm and quiet and where I proposed. It had cliffs on 3 sides so we were sure of privacy. Going back to his office he started flipping thru topographical maps of the area within 1 hour drive time. Then focused on those with 1 or more inlets or cays or anything that could past for said item. When he was done, he had 11 possible locations but he had to have sleep. Since he still had plenty of time some sleep couldn't hurt. He just prayed the captors didn't decide to 'play' with the 3 agents, especially her. For some reason he got the feeling that the games wouldn't really start until he got there. Before he tried to get some sleep, he sent all the information, including his thoughts and suppositions to Eric and Nell but copied Hetty as she had asked to see everything for some reason. He ended by asking them for satellite help if possible, either close in photography or infra- red-anything that would allow him to eliminate locations based on lack of anyone being at a given location. Then he looked at the guitar and violin that were on stands on top of a credenza. When he first left LA he began playing both again and quickly regained his old skills. He now made sure he played each a couple times a week and even occasionally sang along, especially with the guitar. He felt his voice was good enough for the shower stall or a room full of drunks on karaoke night. As he laid on the couch, he strummed the guitar and hummed Amazing Grace, the song his mom always asked for. It was the song that she held on to as she worked her way thru abused wives syndrome and as she healed. 8 hours later he woke up, guitar laying across his legs. The clock said 6 am. He went into the restroom off his office where he cleaned himself up, brushed his teeth etc. He then got a change of clothes out of the closet in the office. He opted for jeans and boots as he had a feeling he would be working his way thru woods and/or up and down hills, double checking that he moved his switchblade to the boot pouch he had sewn in by a friendly Amish tanner. When he walked out of the closet, still tucking his shirt in he did a double take and then let out a breath and said "what the heck are you doing here? And for the record I don't need to try and be nice to you anymore."
Granger chuckled as he responded "nice to see you too Deeks and for the record, I was the only one on your side in the office. I kept telling them you weren't dumb enough to mess up the best thing that ever happened to you. I dug a lot deeper into your background and childhood and realized what it took to get to where you are. You would never screw it up for a roll in the hay. Now we got work to do and I figured you could use someone you trusted that was capable of watching your 6. Pretty sure your deputy is a good guy but not trained for anything this big, right? So whadda ya say?"
Deeks gave him a quick smile and shook his hand then gave him a briefing on everything he knew and suspected. "So net-net we are waiting for some input from Nell and/or Eric before proceeding. We don't have the time to check every location. It's not even sure that they are at one of em, just my best guess."
Det-I men sheriff, your gut and hunches are better than 'for sure' from a lot of people. I'm with you whatever direction you choose to go. But for now, I understand and agree, we wait." They began to talk about a lot of things. Granger was currently sharing some of his time and experience with Don Blye and what Granger believed the gunny would expect of the man his little girl married. He ended by saying "he would be really happy she found you."
They continued the small talk when all of a sudden Susie walked in. "Martin, what are you doing here. Get out there and find those people."
Deeks had been really relaxed at his desk with his feet up and staring at the map again. At the sound of his mom's voice he jumped up and mumbled "a-e-well geez ma, give a guy a break. We are waiting on intel from satellite coverage of the area to narrow down the places we need to search. Oh and for the record, Susie Deeks this is Asst. Director of NCIS, Owen Granger, Owen my mom, Susie Deeks."
"You gonna say hi or just stare at me Mr. Asst. Director? Susie said with a chuckle and a twinkle in her eyes.
Grangers first thought was now I see where Deeks gets that twinkle in his eye and then he said "I'm sorry, just that he never mentioned you."
"Ya, well he never really knew if I was alive or not till he showed up here one day. Talk about a shock when he walked in and asked for a room. That moment was priceless." And she had to chuckle as she remembered the look and the stuttering he went thru before he actually spoke a coherent sentence. "Anyway we've had a chance to get caught up with each other's lives. And for the record, I'm not really happy at the way he was treated by your people. He never gave you a reason not to trust or believe him, you just assumed a poor kid with abuse in his background couldn't be a decent person-we'll you were wrong at least twice cause we are both standing here today." Granger just stared. He wasn't expecting her to know everything and step up and deal with it, let alone tell him off. Then she went on "one of the things they taught us in therapy-stand up and be counted. Don't be a victim. If you know it's right or wrong say so and deal with it head on. Took me 10 years of therapy to learn what Marty did the hard way-growing up with no parents and having to figure out how to be a man and convince himself he had worth. He did that thru law enforcement as a lawyer, cop and part of your organization." Then she just looked at him, hands on hips.
Granger smiled raised his hands palms up and offered "no mas and for the record I am on his side but I see where he gets his drive and personality." Finally adding "nice to meet you also."
Ok, that went well! Now we gotta narrow down the potential sights and go get em! But it might not be that easy. My plot bunnies got into a batch of steroid laced carrots and I have some strange thoughts for the next few chapters. You still likin' this? Let's hear from ya!