Okay, i know that the last chapter was a bit confusing for some (most likely all of you) but trust me it relates to the story, and there were hints in the chapter to show how it linked, but only hints because i couldn't come out and say it. I also know this is a densi story but i also have an ongoing case and since Kens has been missing for over a year with no plans of returning soon, the case has priority... or does it? As always, review!

Donald Blye both regretted the day he'd faked his death and loved it. His life now was full of money and power, one he hadn't truly been able to grab with his former life but it also lacked his daughter, the one person in the world that he actually cared about. His little Kensi would be thirty two now, not the little fifteen year old that he'd left behind with her mother.

He wished every day that he'd taken her with him and many hours he spent wandering why he hadn't.

And then he realised because being a drug lord and killing people truly wasn't a life he wanted her to live. It was okay for him, he'd been on a special unit that killed people anyway, and he'd been in the war. You didn't come through that without killing anyone or being unscathed.

He can't remember how controlling people and drugs ever became an option for him and if he's honest, he doesn't really care, but the one thing he can remember was the way his daughter fell apart at his 'funeral'. Goodness had he hated that part. He'd faked his death and had been so tempted to just high tail it out of there, never to go back but then he'd heard through the grapevine that his daughter was a mess and the funeral was being held with large amounts of people, most of them from the war, turning up to pay his respects. He could easily stand at the back and check if she's okay.

He'd done so and realised that she was far from okay. So he'd made a vow that he would keep an eye on her at least once a month and make sure that she improves and then when she's old enough, take her away from her mother and tell her the truth.

His plan had been all well and good until she'd ran away.

He'd lost track of her then, had sent word out to his most trusted men to look out for her but to not approach her. Just to get word back to him of her location and how she was doing. She'd been successful in unwittingly dodging his goons until one day, someone spotted what looked to be a woman who looked like her. He'd believed that she had either returned to her mother, died, or somehow left the country. So when news came back to him that she was alive, he had went to where she was seen in the hopes that he could tell her all about the lies he'd made them both live.

He'd changed his mind abruptly when he found out that she was just finishing her NCIS training and soon she'd be a federal agent.

Luckily he was somewhat safe from her; she believed him to be dead and he had changed his name to Clint Little.

"Miss Jones, where are the gentlemen?" Hetty asked as she came up behind the small tech operator. Nell jumped before turning around, holding a cup of coffee and smiling.

"Eric's in Ops and everyone else is at the boatshed discussing evidence they've retrieved, plans and then wrapping up for the evening I do believe. Deeks is probably talking to LAPD about keeping an eye out for the blonde woman. She's yet to be identified but she's still in the city, presumably, so we're getting every available set of eyes looking for her." Hetty nodded before turning to walk away, motioning for Nell to follow her. "Hetty, is everything okay?"

"Miss Jones, I want to give you a file. A file that only you can touch and read. The others must not be aware of anything within this file until the right time. Can I trust you Miss Jones?" Nell nodded, her red hair flying around her face.

"Of course you can Hetty." The older woman nodded, before pulling a folder off of her desk, which they had reached, and handed it over. Nell quickly flipped it open, glanced at the first few pages before coming across a picture. "Hetty?"

"Yes Miss Jones. I know."