So sorry for the long wait. I've been really busy with school and other things. Plus I've been spending all my time binge-wayching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D and BBC Sherlock. I was gonna post on Sunday, but I spent all day fangirling over the Super Bowl and when it was over I was way too excited to post anything. Anyway, here's this chapter. Hopefully the next one will be up soon!
AHHHHHHHHH! WE WON THE SUPER BOWL! TOM BRADY IS MVP! GO NEW ENGLAND PATRIOTS!
Desclamer: I do not own NCIS: Los Angeles or any of its characters.
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(1 DAY AGO)
"On your knees, hands where I can see them!" A loud muffled shout came from the other side of the door. Cedro turned to Deeks in horrer and pulled his gun from his waistband. "You called the police!"
Deeks instinctively threw his hands in the air and stepped in front of the chair Jessica was sitting in, shielding her body with his. "I-I didn't! I promise I didn't call the police!" Deeks shouted. He was telling the truth. Deeks hadn't called anyone. His plan was to get in, get Jessica, and get out. As they heard yelling and gunshots on the other side of the door, it was pretty clear to Deeks that if he hadn't called anyone, somebody definitely did.
He and Cedro heard footsteps coming towards the door, and Deeks began to think of a plan. The police would blow his and Jessica's cover. They were so close to getting Cedro and every single bastard involved, he couldn't afford to have Cedro find out who they really were. As Cedro was panicking, Deeks drew his gun from his waistband and pointed it at the door where the authorities would soon burst through.
In a little under five seconds the door was kicked open and in come half a dozen men in Kevlar vests with the letters FBI printed on the front in bold white letters. Deeks kept his gun trained on one of the agents and made sure Cedro saw that. "One your knees! Drop the weapon!" One of them yelled. Cedro did as he was told, but Deeks kept his gun pointed directly at the agent. "I said drop it!" The man yelled again.
Deeks refused to move, he needed to make sure Cedro thought he was on his side. He couldn't let him think that he was fed. "Last warning, drop the weapon and get on your knees!" The man commanded. Deeks braced himself for whatever would come next, keeping the gun aimed at the agent. He took a glance at Jessica, who was still shivering uncontrollably and closed his eyes. He could only wish she got the help she needed before it got worse.
Deeks took the safety off the gun to make it look like he was about to shoot. Almost half a second later two agents fired, the bullets pealing through his flesh. The last thing he remembered was the feeling of his body being crushed and a searing pain in his head.
-NCIS: LA-
(PRESENT TIME)
The team was sitting in the bullpen as usual completing paperwork. Like most mornings as of late, they weren't joking around or poking fun at one another. That habit had quickly dispersed not long after Deeks had supposedly "died". Although the team still refused to believe that Deeks was gone for good, they had come to a dead end with his case. There was no evidence whatsoever and LAPD refused to tell them anything. Even Hetty wasn't herself anymore. She hadn't even had the heart to try and find a replacement, and even if she did, she doubted the team would want to work with anyone else.
As everyone was working, Eric came racing down the stairs with a sound none of them had herd in quite a while. The ear piercing whistle echoed through the building, drawing everyone's attention, including Hetty's. "Guys, you have to get up here! Hurry!" Kensi, Sam, and Callen immediately stood up and raced up the stairs curiously. Hetty also stood and calmly followed them into Ops.
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"Mr. Beale, what's going on?" Hetty asked calmly, voicing everyone's thoughts.
"FBI just contacted us. They said they got word of a major weapons dealer hiding out in a warehouse in Paris with an FBI agent and LAPD detective as hostages. They contacted their field office in Paris and a few minutes later they raided the warehouse. Witnesses reported hearing two gunshots before the warehouse collapsed. Apparently it was a pretty old building and was bound to collapse sooner or later. Unfortunately there were eight innocent people inside. Seven FBI agents and one LAPD detective." Eric stated sadly. He already knew who was inside the building, he knew he would have to tell the team, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Why is FBI alerting us?" Callen asked.
"Well, apparently one of the men inside of the building at the time was a former marine." Nell answered.
"But if they already know how he died, why are we being called?" Sam asked curiously.
"Oh he's not dead! He's in the hospital. FBI thinks he may have information on a case they've been workig on for the past few years. They sent two operatives in a few months ago and have now lost all contact with them. FBI says they have reason to believe their operatives were in the building when it collapsed, but their bodies weren't at the scene." Eric explained.
"That doesn't tell us why we have to work the case." Kensi sided.
"FBI says they want to make a deal. If you guys get any useful information from the suspects, they'll bring you in on their case."
"What makes them think we want to be in on their case?"
"Um... I'm pretty sure... no, very sure... you want to."
"Tell FBI that we accept their offer Mr. Beale. Mr. Hannah, Mr. Callen, and Ms. Blye, go to the hospital and speak with the suspects." Hetty commanded before leaving the room.
"Send the address to our phones guys." Callen said before the three walked out.
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Walking into the hospital, the three agents immediately went to the front desk. "Hi, I'm Agent Callen, this is Agent Hannah and Agent Blye-"
"Oh! That man said to alert him when you three showed up." The woman said.
"Okay, great, thanks." Callen said. Sam and Kensi also gave a nod in acknowledgement before walking over to the man the lady had pointed at.
"Agents, hello. I'm Agent Walker from the FBI, I assume you've already been informed of our offer."
"Who are we supposed to interrogate?" Sam asked. Agent Walker looked to be in his mid fiftys and had the cold hard stare of a man who had already seen it all but that small twinkle in his eyes of a child who was just too curious to not explore. His head was full of dark brown hair but was scattered with white ones as well. Agent Walker smiled as he lead the three agents to the first suspect's hospital room.
"This is Robert Jansen, he was one of the men who decided to fire shots at the agents who went in to take down Cedro Rung."
"I'll talk to him, Kensi and Sam, find the other suspects and talk to them. The faster we get this done, the better." Callen said before opening the door and walking in.
Kensi and Sam turned to Agent Walker, but just then his phone rang. Agent Walker turned away and began to mumble something into the cellphone. When he hung up he looked almost as excited as a two year old on Christmas. "I have to go, I just got word that we may have found our two operatives. The other suspects are in rooms 137, 198, and 201 I'll have an agent come over with their files for you later, but you're welcome to get started if you want to." With that Agent Walker left.
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Sam had gone down the hall to speak with the suspect in room 137 while Kensi made her way to the elevator to speak to the suspect in room 201 on the third floor. As she got off the elevator on the third floor she began to walk toward the room. Putting her hand on the door knob, Kensi spotted a suspicious looking man standing outside another room, only a few doors away from hers. He was wearing a black hoodie that covered his face, and also seemed to be holding his side in pain. One of his arms was tucked tightly into his chest, leading her to believe it was also injured.
He also seemed to be putting more of his weight on his right leg, causing Kensi to think it was because of another injury. What worried her the most was his heavy breathing. He was either panicking, very tired, having trouble breathing, or maybe even all three. "But if he's really that injured, why wouldn't he get help? This is a hospital for goodness sakes." Kensi thought to herself. The man seemed to notice her staring at him, because he pulled his hoodie lower over his face and began to limp toward the elevator.
"Sir, I'm agent Kensi Blye NCIS, may I speak to you?" She asked walking after him. The man stayed silent as he turned away from the elevator and went toward the stairs instead. "Sir?" She called after him. Again, he didn't respond. This time picking up the pace slightly. Now Kensi knew that there was defenetly something suspicious about this man. She continued to follow him down the stairs, calling out to get his attention, but he never stopped. Soon they got to the bottom floor and the man began to sprint toward the door. She also picked up the pace to keep up, but right before she was about to grab him, he turned and disappeared down another hallway.
She followed him, but couldn't find him after almost 15 minutes of chasing. It was as if he had evaporated into thin air. Making her way to the front desk, Kensi asked the young woman they had spoken to earlier if she had seen the man. "Not since you two came running in here playing tag." She joked. After that, Kensi grumpily went back up to the suspect's room, also alerting Callen and Sam of her latest findings.
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"Let me guess, another ex-girlfriend?" Marilynn asked after the brunette walked away.
"You could say that." Deeks responded, trying to get up.
"You do realize you're in a hospital. It's not that hard to get medical help." she chuckled.
"I know Lynn. But may I remid you what just happened? I can't afford getting caught."
"Whatever, but back to the brunette. She's so cute, I can't believe you broke up with her!"
"I didn't."
"She broke up with you?"
"No."
"So current girlfriend then?!"
"No, coworker. We've never dated, I doubt she would ever want to date me anyway, okay?"
"Oh please, you're the hottest dude I've met in ages. Any girl who wouldn't take you is either stupid or a genius."
"Thanks, I think." Deeks responded. "Anyway, thank you for allowing me to hide behind your desk, if anyone comes here asking for me, you have no idea who I am."
"Got it. Oh... and Detective? I believe this is the third time you have promised me dinner. Whenever you get out of trouble, I'm most certainly collecting."
"I'll remember that. Tell your brother I said 'Hello'".
With that, Deeks pulled off his hoodie and exited the hospital.
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I am sooooo super happy! New England Patriots are the Super Bowl champs!
P.S.: Other than New England, there is no other team I respect more after that game. Congrats Seattle Seahawks for making such a hard game to win. Anyway... #PatsNation #DidOurJob #TheButlerDidIt