"Jacob Weilly? Agent Callen, Hannah, Blye, and Dectetive Deeks. We'd like to speak to you." Callen said as he knocked on Weilly's front door. The four stood outside before hearing a muffled "Boom" and the sound of glass shattering. Callen silently directed Kensi and Deeks to take the back while he and Sam went in from the front. "On three, one... two... three!" Both doors burst open as each person shouted out their agency.

They rounded every part of the house, searching each corner for anything that may have looked suspicious or out of place. "Clear," Sam called as he searched the last room on the top floor. "Clear," Callen called right after him. "Clear," Deeks said after searching the only room on the first floor. Everyone waited silently for Kensi to say the same, when she didn't they all got worried. "Kens?" Deeks called for his partner through the coms, Sam and Callen listened in closely waiting for her response.

"We got a runner!" She yelled loudly through their earpieces. They all raced towards the kitchen, given that was where she was searching. They rushed in to find it empty and the kitchen window above the sink open. "Kens?" Callen called, fearing for his friend's safety. They heard the sounds of pained grunts coming from the backyard and they rushed out, ready to hurt whoever had hurt Kensi. Unsurprisingly, Kensi had taken down their target, and was now tying his hands with zip ties as he lay face first on the lawn.

"You guys get him back to the boatshed, we'll meet you there." Callen commanded. Kensi and Deeks nodded and shoved Weilly toward the SUV.

BOATSHED:

"Deeks, would you like to do the honors?" Callen asked the blonde detective. "I would love to." He responded as he walked into the interrogation room. The deadly look on Deeks' face made Callen slightly sorry for the guy. Once Deeks was out of earshot, Kensi and Sam began to express their disagreement with Callen's choice.

"Are you sure he should be interrogating the guy who probably framed his sister for murder?" Kensi asked, raising her right eyebrow.

"Weilly needs someone who won't be going easy on him, and won't be gaining any sympathy from. He sure as hell won't be getting anything from Deeks." Callen answered.

"Yeah well, Deeks might go a little too hard on him." Sam reasoned.

"If he goes too far, we'll step in. Don't worry."

INTERROGATION ROOM:

"Jacob Weilly, multiple arrests for robbery, possession and dealing of marajana, even vandalism." Deeks read from Weilly's file as he sat down at the table. "Now, I guess we can add murder to the list, can't we?"

"I didn't kill nobody." He said.

For a mere second Deeks felt slightly sorry for Weilly, he was clearly a young man who was trying to understand life. One would guess he were in his mid twenties, which was far too young to be throwing your life away. But that sympathy quickly faded. "You met with a woman by the name of Sanibell Deeks at a coffee shop around 2AM about four months ago." Deeks started. "You gave her an orange envelope and then left. What was it?"

"My number, " he smiled jokingly.

"No," Deeks smiled. "How do I know that? Because Sanibell Deeks has class. She would never date a scumbag like you." Deeks felt good defending his sister from this jerk.

"Fine. It was 3,000 bucks." Weilly admitted. "Two years ago some dude came up to me and asked me to drop off 3,000 bucks at some charity home. He paid 20 bucks for each delivery which was once a month. After I got arrested for drug dealing, dude said that I couldn't make the deliveries anymore cause my record made me too suspicious." Weilly stopped for awhile and swallowed.

"Lady you're talking about let me crash on her couch once when I was homeless. I figured she'd be fine with dropping off some money at a charity shelter. So I told the dude, he gave me the money to give to her so she could drop it off." He said.

"She did it for three months before she got suspicious. I guess she looked into it and found out what the money was for and it wasn't a good thing. The day she met me at the coffee shop, she told me that the money was being used for something illegal and she was done making the deliveries. She told me that she was gonna tell her cop brother, so I threatened her. If she went go the cops, the dude would kill me, literally."

"What the hell did you say to her?" Deeks asked angrily. Outside the others were bracing themselves to run in if needed.

"I told her that if she said anything to the cops I'd kill her so called 'hero' brother. After that she took the money, flicked me off, and left." Weilly said.

"Did she deliver the money?"

"I don't think so, but the dude hasn't contacted me again since I saw her last."

"Who is this 'dude'?"

"Dunno, I saw him a few times, never told me his name. I didn't even know what the money was for, still don't."

"Do you remember what he looks like?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Good." Deeks sighed ignoring Weilly's question. Deeks decided that it was probably good to ask the kid about Rouling, maybe he'd know something. "Doug Rouling. Name ring a bell to you?"

Weilly began to hyperventilate nervously before answering, "no".

"I think you do Jacob. How do you know him?" Deeks inquired.

"If I tell you, dude's gonna kill me!"

"No he won't. You're going to jail for threatening someone anyway. You'll be perfectly safe." Deeks assured him.

"I killed him." Weilly admitted. "I followed her after she left the coffee shop. She went to some huge building, figured it was where she worked. Left around 12 midnight. I fllowed her home. She dropped her kid off at some blonde dude's apartment, and then drove to a bar. She parked her car there, and then walked across the street. I saw her texting on her phone, and then a guy came out of the bar across the street. He went up to her and they started talking. She handed him the envelope and I knew she was telling him about the money drop offs. So I got out of my car and stabbed the dude in the chest. Then I shot him. She punched me in the face then grabbed the gun out of my hand and kicked it down the sidewalk. I could've shot her but I didn't, she was crying and just trying to do the right thing. So I grabbed my gun and I drove away." By the time Weilly finished, he was crying.

"So if the gun were to be discovered, her fingerprints would be on it." Deeks asked.

"Yeah, I guess. She grabbed it out of my hand. I think she was trying to stop me from shooting him, but I already had."

"Thank you for your cooperation, a sketch artist will meet with you soon to see if we can get a picture of what this 'dude' looked like." Deeks nodded in recognition before standing and exiting the room to consult with the rest of the team.

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