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Eric frowned as he stared at the blinking cursor.

Password…password…

What could Nell's password be?

Chewing on his lower lip, he tried her initials and her birth date. Nothing.

"Anything?" Deeks asked, walking back into the room.

"Nada," Eric answered glumly. "You know, I work with her every day, but when it comes to figuring out her password, I'm stumped."

"Tell me about it," Deeks agreed. "I still haven't figured out how to hack Kensi's computer."

"You hacked my computer?"

Both men instantly winced as Kensi's sharp cry of accusation filled their ears.

"No…" Deeks said weakly.

Wanting out of their argument, Eric swiveled back to the computer and typed in "Nell Swinton". Nothing. He tried "Nell Jones Swinton". Zip.

"Argh! Why did she have to make this so hard?" he cried.

"Did she ever mention having any pets?" Kensi suggested.

"No. We didn't talk about our pasts much," Eric told her. "Me because my past is lame and Nell because—well, now we know why."

"I'll take a look around," Deeks offered. "See if I find anything."

Eric nodded and sighed, taking off his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose.

"Hey," Kensi said, squeezing his shoulder. "We're gonna find them, 'kay?"

Eric nodded, grateful for her reassurance.

Just then, they both heard rapid footsteps.

"Wow," Eric remarked, standing up. "Deeks must've found something."

That's when the men in suits appeared, all aiming guns at them. Instantly, Eric let out a yelp and raised his hands. Kensi's gun was in her grasp even as she yelled for her partner.

"Deeks!"

"Right here," came a glum voice.

Deeks appeared, hands raised as he was nudged forward. "Sorry guys," he told them.

"Are we all here?"

Eric looked up as a man with cropped silver hair appeared behind Deeks. He was dressed casually, in dark slacks and a leather jacket, but Eric recognized him instantly. The man nodded to them. "Young lady, I suggest you put your weapon away. I'd hate to have to order my men to start shooting."

"Oh boy," Eric breathed.

"Who are you?" Kensi demanded, her gun still raised.

The man's beard crinkled in a grim smile.

"My name is Charles Swinton," he said cheerfully. "And I'm here to find my daughter."

He looked past Kensi, at Eric. "Mr. Beal."

Eric felt his knees go weak.

"Mr. Swinton, sir."

"You two know each other?" Deeks asked.

"We met briefly over Skype," Swinton explained. "Mr. Beal was assisting my daughter in fixing her internet connection and we had a brief chat."

Eric swallowed hard. That "brief chat" still gave him nightmares.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Kensi asked him.

"Oh, don't blame him," Swinton told her. "He had no idea that I was anybody aside from Nell's father. At the time, that was all he needed to know."

"So, Mr. Swinton," Deeks said conversationally. "What brings you to LA?"

Swinton glanced back at him.

"Put your hands down, boy, you look ridiculous," he chastised. "I already told you. I'm here to find my daughter, who I'm guessing is not a data analyst."

"She was abducted, along with one of our other agents," Eric blurted out. "About an hour ago. We're doing our best to find them."

"Eric!" Kensi hissed.

"Good, I'm glad to hear that my little girl has friends," Swinton said with a nod. "So they were taken, huh? Well, what do we do about that?"

From the tone in his voice, Eric could tell it was a rhetorical question.

"Mr. Beal," Swinton said, addressing him directly now, "If I helped you get onto my girl's computer, would that help you find her?"

"Possibly," Eric said in a small voice.

Swinton clapped his hands together.

"Good, good! Sebastian, go find out where Nell keeps the coffee. Don, give the LAPD officer his gun back. Miss, you can contact your superiors and tell them that Charles Swinton has joined the party."

Eric vacated his chair and watched as Swinton sat down, cracking his knuckles. He smiled at the three NCIS agents. "Shall we?"

Sam opened the file and immediately found his attention drawn to Nell's photo. He picked it up and studied it carefully. A sigh escaped him. He was a SEAL. He should have looked after her better. She was one of the team; one of his team.

Swallowing his guilt, he set the photo aside and began to flip through the rest of the file. Most of it was the usual: college information, graduate school information, IQ information (he made a mental note to tease the rest of the team about it later), family information. There was no mention of Charles Swinton, on that page or any other one in the file. Either Swinton or Nell had made the man invisible, effectively erasing him from her life.

After flipping through the file some more, he tossed it toward his desk. Naturally, it missed and the whole thing splayed out across the floor. Grunting, Sam leaned over to pick it up. As he did so, a piece of paper caught his eye: a small folded up Post-It note. Setting the file down, he picked up the note and carefully unfolded it. Written in Nell's familiar, looped scrawl was the name Resa, followed by a phone number. Pulling out his cellphone, Sam dialed the number. It rang and rang and rang and then he heard a click.

"Hello, you have reached the voicemail of Senora Resa Hernandez. I am not here right now, so please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can."

He hung up without leaving a message and then pulled up his laptop, doing a quick search on the name 'Resa Hernandez'. Nothing, not even a traffic ticket.

His cellphone rang and he grabbed it, wondering if it was Resa Hernandez, calling him back.

"Hello?"

"Sam, it's me," Kensi said on the other end.

Sam listened as she filled him in on Swinton's arrival. He didn't argue, assuming she'd called Hetty and cleared it with her. Besides, if Swinton led them to G and Nell, he really didn't care who helped where.

"And he's willing to work with federal agents?"

"She's his daughter," Kensi pointed out. "Somebody messed with his little girl."

Sam nodded. If anyone messed with his kids, he'd strike a deal with the devil himself if he had to.

"What about Nell's file?" Kensi asked. "Did you find anything?"

"A name: Resa Hernandez, and a phone number. I tried calling, no answer. According to our intel, she's got no priors."

"I'll see if Swinton knows anything about her."

"OK, I'll see if Eric found anything."

The phone rang all of a sudden and Sam said a quick goodbye to Kensi and grabbed it.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this a, let me see here, Mr. Hanna? It's Gail Jones. I'm calling about my daughter?"

Sam sighed. This was a phone call he didn't want to make.

"There you go," Swinton announced.

"You're in? Already?" Eric asked, rushing to the man's side. "What was her password?"

"I said I'd get you in. I never said I'd give you her password," the man replied.

Eric nodded, his eyes locked on the computer. As soon as Swinton vacated the chair, Eric sat down and began to frantically type, searching for anything, something that could lead them to Nell.

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