Blye, S Part 1. Chapter Ten: Undercover San Francisco Part One.

"I'm going to San Francisco!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, after Granger broke the news to me in the boat shed. I stood up from my seat, pacing around the room running my fingers through my hair.

"Miss Blye, I would take your breath and sit down" Granger said, attempting to calm me.

I was having none of it.

"Will...someone go with me?" I stammered, almost preparing to cry.

Granger sighed. "Yes"

I breathed a sigh of releif, thankfully I wasn't on my own. Not that I wasn't capable of doing an undercover operation on my own, I'd done tones. But going to San Francisco wasn't the best place to go...undercover.

Alcatraz Prison, San Francisco Bay, United States. 2004

"What are you doing!" I screamed, as she grabbed my arm dragging me along the corridors of the prison.

"You little brat! Your going to pay!" She yelled into my ear, causing me to wince.

"What did I do!" I whimpered, as she asked the officer to open the solitary confiment cell.

"You'll soon learn!" She smirked, throwing me into the cell.

My shoulder landed hard against the cold wall at the back, I winced slightly.

The doors shut, I screamed and ran towards them. Banging my fists hard against the metal bars, I soon realized it was no use.

I sobbed hard, sinking to the floor hugging my kness.

"What did I do" I whispered.

She was an evil bitch that I had to call my Aunty.

I don't remember how long they locked me in there, it was more than 15 mintues. In the end, my brother Sam came to get me. We called the police that day and we got sent straight back to England to a nicer family.

"Who?" I asked, finally calm before sitting down.

"I've asked for Mr Deeks' assistance, not only to be your partner but to keep you in check" Granger told me.

I scoffed. "You've got to be kidding me right? I don't need looking after!"

"It's not that" Eric said, walking into the room with his tablet computer.

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Alcatraz Prison, 2004. Remember?" He said, handing me the tablet with a picture of the front of a newspaper.

6 YEAR OLD GIRL LOCKED IN ALCATRAZ FOR 3 HOURS

My eyes welled up, I swallowed back the sobs. I scrolled down the screen to find a picture of me with my lip cut, two black eyes, my hair was slightly black and tied back into bunchies.

It was my mug shot.

Underneath the picture was a caption:

6 year old Sasha Blye, was locked in the solitary confiment cell in Alcatraz Prison for 3 hours before being rescued by her older brother Samuel, 10. Her Aunt and Uncle have been arrested and deported back to England.

Underneath the caption was another picture. Sam was walking me out of the cell, his arm secure around my back, my arms wrapped tightly around him. This picture had a caption underneath:

10 year old, Samuel Blye rescuing his younger sister Sasha from the solitary confiment cell in Alcatraz which their Aunt and Uncle left her in for 3 hours.

I quickly handed Eric the tablet back; wiping away my tears.

I looked down at my feet.

"You never said you had a brother"

I looked up to see that Deeks, Sam and Callen in the room.

I nodded weakly.

Deeks handed Callen the tablet, before walking over to me and crouching down infront of me. He took my hands.

"No one is going to hurt you again, that's a promise" He assured me deeply.

I nodded.

"But if you feel the operation is too much then, you can pull out" Granger said, standing beside Deeks.

I muttered something along the lines of "thank you"

Even though I was happy about having Deeks by my side all the way, I was still nervous about coming face to face with going to Alcatraz 8 years later.

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