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I wanted to kill this chapter...still want to kill it. It took so long to finish!

Chapter 20

The day had been so perfect and Kensi was tired when they got home, but now she was laying awake in her bed. Their baby girl had decided to be active after being relatively calm for an entire day. Kensi had turned several times but nothing worked. She sighed and she got out of bed, knowing that there was no use trying any longer. Also she was kind of hungry. She grabbed a bowl of ice cream and sat down at the couch. She glanced at the bedroom and smiled before grabbing Disney's Alice in Wonderland. She couldn't care less about what Deeks thought about certain movies. She wanted to watch this movie and it wasn't too bad.

'What are you doing?' Deeks asked sleepily after half an hour into the movie. 'Why aren't you in bed?' Kensi paused the movie and glanced up to Deeks.

'I'm watching a movie,' she answered, stating the obvious. Deeks glanced at the TV.

'Alice in Wonderland,' he concluded and Kensi nodded while taking another spoon of ice cream. 'And ice cream. Wonderful combination.' He sat down beside her.

'Why are you awake?' she asked him.

'No one was tossing beside me,' he answered and he put his arm around her shoulder and a hand on her stomach. Their baby girl immediately calmed down.

'You just earned your stay,' Kensi joked and she pressed the play button.

Kensi yawned when she and Deeks drove into Ops. She was happy that Deeks insisted to drive. She was too tired to do it but for good measurement she protested for a while, letting him win eventually. Deeks drummed with his fingers on the steering wheel while they were waiting for the light to turn green. Then he turned to Kensi.

'What are we?' he asked.

'Late for work,' Kensi answered tiredly. Deeks shook his head.

'No, I mean: can I call you my girlfriend if I talk about you?' he asked. Kensi sighed. This wasn't the best subject for a conversation this early.

'Deeks, not now,' Kensi answered. Deeks nodded but Kensi noticed that he rather continued the conversation. 'Maybe tonight.' Again Deeks nodded and he concentrated on the traffic as it began to move again.

Kensi was happy when she could sit down at Ops. Watching a movie and eating ice cream had seemed like a great idea at the time but now she could feel the sleep deprivation. Not being allowed to have coffee was the worst part.

'You look horrible,' Eric noted when he saw her.

'Thanks,' Kensi sighed. 'I already knew that but thanks for reminding me.'

'You should have stayed home,' Deeks told her. Kensi shook her head.

'I already cut back two days,' she said. 'I'm not going to cut back more hours.'

'Suit yourself,' Deeks sighed, not wanting to get into an argument.

Kensi was sitting in front of one of the many computer screens and she was bored. There was nothing to do but wait. Eric was busy typing and talking to Callen, Deeks and Sam, who were working on an op: trying to catch the killer of seven people. Three of them were Navy personnel and they all died of drugs but neither one of them had ever used drugs before. The killer had injected them with poisonous heroin. They were dead in minutes.

Right now Deeks was trying to buy that heroin in a creepy warehouse filled with junkies and dealers. Callen and Sam were his back-up, Callen in the same room as a junkie and Sam outside, and Eric for the information they needed. But Kensi couldn't help them with this op. She just had to wait until it was all over. She was so bored that she almost fell asleep in the chair until Callen's voice caught her attention.

'You don't need to do this,' he urged someone. Kensi looked at the big screen where the footage of Callen's camera was shown. A woman was holding a gun against Deeks' head and she looked like she meant business. Kensi jumped out of her seat and moved closer to the screen.

'Deeks,' she whispered fearful and she turned to Eric while 'Who is she? Eric! Who is that woman?' Eric was typing furiously on the keyboard.

'I don't know!' he answered hastily.

'Get me my bag!' the woman yelled at Callen and Kensi tried to fix her attention on the woman but all she saw was the gun pressed against Deeks' head.

'Which bag?' Kensi asked.

'Umm, she wants Callen to get her a bag from some address,' Eric answered and he put information about the address on the big screen. 'LAPD suspects that the place is used as a drugs-house.'

'So we go there, arrest everyone inside, give the woman her bag and get Deeks back,' Kensi said.

'We can't, Miss Blye,' Hetty told her. 'We have no reason to arrest everyone inside. Mister Callen will have to get in, get the bag and get out.'

'But saving Deeks by giving the woman the bag is the plan, right?' Kensi asked worriedly.

'Of course is that our plan, Miss Blye,' Hetty confirmed and Kensi nodded. 'Do we have an ID on the woman yet, mister Beale?'

'Still searching,' Eric answered.

'I will get you your bag,' Callen told the woman and he really meant that. He was getting Deeks out of this situation unharmed. He had to get back to Kensi even if that meant that Callen had to take his place.

'You got two hours before I kill him!' the woman yelled and Callen saw Deeks wince. Callen nodded at the woman, not having another choice.

'I want your phone,' she told him and she pushed the gun even firmer against Deeks' head. 'Put it on the ground and crush it with your foot!' Callen obeyed the woman's order and he got another phone in return.

'You can only call and be called by one number,' she explained. 'My number. Contact me when you have the bag and we will meet at a place I choose. A picture of the bag and the precise location are on the phone. Now leave to get my bag! You have two hours!' Callen took one look at Deeks and he left the building. Outside Sam was already waiting for him in the car. Callen stepped in and Sam sped away.

'Eric told me that the house is probably used as a drugs-house,' Sam told him. 'Which mean that the people inside will have guns and are probably high. That makes it a dangerous situation. They will be trigger happy. I understand why she wants someone else to get her bag, which is probably filled with drugs or money.'

'You are full of good news,' Callen sighed.

'It gets better: Kensi knows about the situation,' Sam added.

'Great, just what we need, a worried pregnant woman,' Callen replied. 'I thought she was in the bullpen, filling in our paperwork…not helping Eric.'

'Well, she was helping him,' Sam said. 'So we really need to get Deeks back. Otherwise Kensi may witness Deeks getting killed.'

'Get us to that house then,' Callen replied and Sam stepped on the gas.

'Do you have a plan for entering the house, G?' he asked.

'Yeah, getting in and out alive,' Callen answered simply. 'LAPD will be keeping an eye on the house…maybe a stakeout close by. We can use them.'

'So we're going to arrest everyone inside?' Sam asked and Callen nodded. 'And then you will take the bag she wants, which will be evidence by then.' Again Callen nodded. 'Great plan, G. Good luck trying to sell that to LAPD.'

'It will work,' Callen said.

'So what so of value in that bag that you're willing to take someone hostage for it and risk prison?' Deeks asked the woman while driving her to some place unknown to him and with a gun pressed against his side.

'None of your business, I recon,' the woman growled. 'Just keep driving.'

'Well, since you're holding me hostage because of that bag, I think it is my business,' Deeks contradicted.

'Can we stop talking about the damn bag?' the woman growled. 'Once your friend gets me my bag, you're free to go…without a bullet in your head!'

'My kid would probably like that,' Deeks said, testing the woman and he felt that the gun was pressed less firmly against his side.

'You're a dad?' she stumbled.

'I will be in about twenty weeks…and if you don't kill me,' Deeks answered. 'Do you have kids?' That was the wrong question and the gun was harshly pressed against his side again. Deeks groaned. 'Okay, get the message. No more asking about your kids.'

'Take the next left and park the car behind the building,' the woman ordered and Deeks did what he was told. The woman sighed. 'Just one hour and ten more minutes and you will be able to get home to your pregnant wife.'

'Actually she isn't my wife or my girlfriend yet,' Deeks corrected the woman and the woman's facial expression softened.

The supposedly drugs-house looked old and as if it could collapse any minute. Perfect to hide and use drugs. Sam turned his gaze back on Callen who was talking with LAPD. They didn't look happy with Callen's plan and Sam couldn't blame them. It wasn't like it was a great one.

'We have permission to move inside,' Callen said when he joined Sam again. 'But they will wait here…as back-up, they say.' Sam shrugged. He hadn't expected another answer for LAPD. They were on their own.

'Let's get that bag,' he sighed and they both grabbed a shotgun from the trunk before moving to the house.

'LAPD is talking about five people inside,' Eric told them over the earpieces. 'There's a back door, which is covered by LAPD. You can just enter through the front door. Do you know where the bag is?'

'Yeah, in one of the bedrooms,' Callen answered and they arrived at the door. Callen counted till three and Sam kicked in the door. The three men hanging on the couch were too high to even try to get up before Sam held them at gunpoint.

'NCIS, don't move!' he shouted and the men just stared at him. Sam nodded at Callen, who moved to upstairs. Upstairs it was deserted. Callen had to watch his steps with holes in the floor and he slowly moved to the right bedroom. He cursed when he walked into the room. There were several bags. Throwing a few of them away, he found the bag with the stuffed bear on it, like the one in the picture. He pulled it from the pile and he opened the bag. He was surprised to see stuffed animals, pictures and only a few dollars. He took photos of the pictures, sending them to Eric.

'I got the bag,' Callen reported over the earpieces.

'Fifty minutes,' the woman said impatiently. 'Are you sure your friend is coming back?' Deeks nodded. The woman sighed and she stepped out of the car. She yanked the driver's side open and gestured with the gun for Deeks to get out. Deeks stepped out of the car, leaning against it. The woman started to pace in front of Deeks, clearly stressed

'Why are you going through so much trouble?' he asked. The woman stopped pacing and she shrugged.

'I guess there's something important in the bag,' she told him. 'Why would you hold a person hostage to get something back?'

'I wish it was that simple in my case,' Deeks answered and the woman looked questioningly at him. 'But I guess I don't want to talk about it.'

'Well, then we got something in common,' the woman noted. 'We both don't want to talk about our reason to hold someone hostage…Now shut up!' She started to pace again and Deeks looked at his surroundings. Beside the car and the building there wasn't much else.

'Do you know what you're having?' the woman suddenly asked and Deeks looked confused at the woman. 'A daughter or a son?'

'A daughter,' Deeks answered and the woman smiled. 'You also got a little girl? Is that why you need the bag? You know, we can help you if someone has your daughter.'

'I don't need help,' the woman said, waving with the gun. 'I need that bag! You can't help me!' Deeks held his hands up in defense.

'I can,' he told her slowly, not wanting to upset her anymore and risking her shooting him. The woman turned to him, hitting him across the face in the progress. Deeks fell against the car and he spitted out some blood.

'I don't want your damn help!' she shouted at him with the gun pointed at him again. 'So shut up about it!' The woman reached frantically in her pocket and pulled up a phone. When she looked at the screen, she smiled.

'Your friend got the bag,' she told him.

'Forty-five minutes,' Kensi stated while she paced behind Eric's chair, looking at the screen every now and then. It made her tired and her back hurt but she couldn't sit down at the chair. Not while some crazy woman held Deeks hostage.

'Kensi, I know that,' Eric said, getting nervous with her hovering the entire time. 'But Callen has the bag and is meeting the woman in exchange for Deeks.'

'Do we have an ID on the woman yet?' Kensi asked, looking over Eric's shoulder again. Eric nodded and he showed her the woman's ID.

'Odessa Turner, twenty-seven years and unemployed at the moment,' Eric told her. 'No rap sheet until now…doesn't own a gun…her parents died two years ago. She had a daughter whom she has given up for adoption ten years ago. It was a closed adoption.' When Eric moved the information to the big screen, Kensi saw pictures of a little girl and stuffed animals.

'What is that?' she asked Eric.

'That is what Callen found in the bag,' Eric answered. 'The girl in the picture is Allyson McCammon who was born as Baby Turner as in Odessa Turner's daughter.'

'But if it was a close adoption, why does she have pictures of Allyson?' Kensi asked and Eric shrugged.

'Maybe she regretted giving her daughter up for adoption and is she trying to get her daughter back...'

Deeks looked at the woman who looked excited but also saddened. Somehow he felt sorry for her. Something was going on in her life and it had driven her to the point where she took someone hostage. But she wasn't taking any help.

'This is going too well,' she mumbled as she paced back and forth. She turned to Deeks, pressing the gun harshly against his chest. 'What haven't you told me?'

'I haven't told you a lot,' Deeks answered. The woman wasn't happy with the answer and she moved the gun underneath his chin.

'Tell me why it's all going so easy!' she demanded and suddenly realization was written all over her face. 'You're a cop.' She backed away from him. 'Shit! Shit! Shit!' She kicked angrily against the car before moving back to Deeks.

'What kind of cop are you?' she asked him. 'LAPD? FBI?'

'LAPS liaison with NCIS,' Deeks answered, knowing that lying wouldn't make this situation any better. 'If you let us…' The gun was pressed against his chin again and Deeks shut his mouth.

'Don't tell me that you can help me!' she told him angrily. 'I don't want your help! I don't care that you're a cop. Hell, I get my bag without having to shoot you, probably. Why were you at the warehouse?'

'We were trying to catch a killer,' Deeks answered and the woman moved her gun away from his chin. Deeks swallowed and continued. 'He already killed seven people with poisoned heroin and we suspected that he would be at the warehouse.' To Deeks' surprise the woman snorted.

'Great, I helped a killer,' she said, head shaking. They both looked at the entrance when a car drove towards them. The woman pulled Deeks in front of her, using him as a shield. The gun pressed painfully against his spine. Once the car stopped, Sam got out with his gun drawn.

'NCIS!' he shouted. 'Drop the weapon and let him go!' The woman shook her head and she moved backwards, dragging Deeks alone. Suddenly the pressure against his spine disappeared and the woman started to scream angrily. Sam laid his hand on Deeks' shoulder.

'You're okay?' he asked and Deeks nodded numbly.

'Odessa Turner, you're under arrest,' Callen told the woman, who was struggling against the cuffs that Callene had put on. 'You have the right to remain silent. Everything that you say can be used against you. You have the right of an attorney and if you can't afford one, one will be appointed at you.' Deeks watched Callen drag Odessa to the car.

'Why did you have pictures of Allyson McCammon in your bag?' Callen asked Odessa. Deeks was watching her interrogation on the TV screen. Odessa looked so different in the interrogation. She looked defeated sitting there. She had changed so much in the twenty minutes she had been here.

'You searched my bag?' Odessa yelled angrily, jumping up from her seat.

'Sit down!' Sam ordered and Deeks watched her sit down calmly. He didn't understand what was important about the bag and who Allyson McCammon was.

'Can you believe it?' Odessa snorted, grabbing Deeks' attention again. 'I gave my daughter up for adoption in New York…only to see her ten years later playing at a play ground in LA. She had been so close all that time…she lives only ten minutes from my house. When I saw her, I knew she was my daughter…I felt it…and she was so beautiful. Ten years ago I made the worst mistake I could ever make. But I was pressure, by my parents, by her father. Everyone told me to do it. That it was the best for both of us. No-one asked me if I wanted to do it…'

'Mister Deeks, good to see that you're alright,' Hetty greeted when she walked into the boathouse. 'Or at least relatively.' She pointed at his cheek.

'I don't even feel it,' Deeks told her, smiling. Hetty nodded but she gave him an ice-pack anyway. Deeks winced when the cold pack came into contact with his sore skin but it did ease the pain.

Deeks and Hetty turned to the door when it opened. Kensi walked inside with two adults and the girl of the pictures. Hetty walked towards them, greeting them by shaking their hands. The girl looked shyly around.

'We weren't sure to come,' the woman, who introduced herself as Sophia, said. 'But Allyson told us she wanted to come. She wanted to see her mother.' Her husband, who introducted himself as Ben, put his arm around his wife. Hetty walked to the interrogation room to get Odessa and Allyson slipped her hand in her parents. When Odessa walked into the room, she burst into tears and she moved towards Allyson.

'Hey, Allyson,' she sobbed and she moved her hand towards the girl's face, stopping mid-way. 'You're beautiful.' Allyson smiled with a polite smile and Odessa looked up at the team, nodded towards them as a thank-you.

'Are you my mommy?' Allyson asked with a small and soft voice. Odessa laughed through her tears and she nodded.

'I know who you're looking for,' Odessa said once Allyson and her parents had left. It had been an emotional goodbye but Odessa seemed to have accepted that Allyson belonged with her adoptive parents.

'Looking for?' Deeks asked and Odessa nodded. 'You mean the one who kills with poisoned heroin?' Again Odessa nodded.

'Tell us,' Callen said interested.

'When I was at the drugs-house, there was also a man,' Odessa started. 'He kept talked about his heroin and even though it was shit, he was still selling it. He was bragging about all the publicity he was getting until he realized that most of the people in the room were too high or didn't care about his story. That was when he got really angry. He yelled that everyone was as stupid as the cops. That the cops were lying sons of bitches…'

'Give us a name,' Sam said impatiently.

'Umm it was Tygo,' Odessa answered. 'Tygo Rice, I believe.' Deeks immediately looked at Odessa.

'Are you sure?' he asked and Odessa nodded after she thought about it. 'Tygo Rice?'

'Yes,' she answered. 'I remember because I like rice and ate it that night.' Deeks ran his hand through his hair.

'What is it, mister Deeks?' Hetty asked him.

'We arrested Tygo Rice about four years ago,' Deeks told them. 'He helped us with a case and we arrested him…if it's him, it would explain the 'lying sons of bitches'. Tygo hates law enforcement.'

'This was an unbelievable day,' Deeks said to Kensi that evening. Tygo had killed those seven people with the heroin and he had almost killed his eight victim if the team hadn't moved in to arrest him.

Kensi had ordered Deeks to stay so that he could keep the baby calm. Deeks had no objections to that and currently they were laying in her bed. They both had their hands on Kensi's abdomen. They could feel their baby girl move but she wasn't kicking.

'I was so worried,' Kensi admitted. Deeks smiled and he kissed her forehead.

'I had it all under control,' he joked and Kensi laughed but then she turned serious again.

'You can't do that ever again,' she said and Deeks nodded. 'You can't scare me like that ever! Promise me.'

'I'll promise you everything,' Deeks replied and Kensi kissed him. Then she turned so that they looked directly at each other. Kensi gently touched Deeks' bruised cheek. Deeks winced even with her gently touch. She moved closer and she gave it a soft kiss that barely touched his skin. She lay back, closing her eyes and Deeks did the same, without letting his hand slip of her abdomen.

'You can call me your girlfriend,' Kensi said sleepily and barely audible but Deeks had heard it and he laughed.

TBC.

This chapters is all thanks to my sister! I hate this chapter. It really sucked at first, then it sucked less but still I couldn't make it work and with the great help of my sister it's okayish now. Still not extremely happy with it but much better than before. So if you didn't like the chapter, think about how bad it must have been before and I'm sorry. Hopefully the next will be better.

To 'Reader': I'm really sorry about the phrase "getting a baby/getting a girl". I believed I changed it all. Sorry it was driving you crazy. But it was good you told me. Now I would do that anymore!

I also have a request: I don't really know anything about the ranks in the Navy...could anyone tell me the list of ranks. I tried to find it on wiki but I don't really understand since there is a difference between Dutch and American Navy (or so I believe) and I want to get it right. So please help me!