He's hearing voices.

Screams, yells, cries from so many voices are swirling around Deeks' head as he lies curled up in the backseat of the SRX. He knows that he's imagining the voices of the seven other victims when they were attacked on wonderful, important days of his life.

A young woman from Illinois crying out from the brutal pain of a whip going across her back.

A retired man who's supposed to be enjoying the years of retirement having to deal with the psychological trauma now in Texas.

And the others.

All of their voices are swirling so rapidly around his mind and he has no idea of what to do to make it stop.

The most prominent voice is Sam's in what Deeks imagines of what his friend sounded like when the boatshed broke into a fire. It' s self- torture and Deeks knows it, but in his mind, he deserves it. If they can't find Sam or end up finding the SEAL's body, it's all on him.

"Callen, you found me…I'm so proud!"

"Shut up!"

"Not so hard on the cuffs. You're abusing me, you know that?"

"Jimmy, I swear to God….get up!"

Wait, those voices are real.

The first voice he immediately recognizes to be Jimmy- the ex- detective would be able to recognize the callous, sadistically bright voice anywhere. Hearing Jimmy so close makes his heart skip a beat because he's so scared to look him in the face. The last time both men had been face-to-face was when Jimmy was standing in front of the beaten down ex-detective while holding a lighter in one hand and lighter fluid in the other. The second voice is Callen, who sounds as if he's in the middle of wrestling against a bear or in this case, Jimmy. Deeks can hear grunts and growls of annoyance from Callen amongst chuckles from Jimmy.

"Callen, why are you being so rough…well, we are about to kill everything and everyone Marty Deeks loves, which includes you so might as well get it out of your system-"

There's the sound of someone falling to the ground followed by another grunt from Callen. "You know what? Sit down!"

Deeks lifts his head off the car seat and brushes the blonde strands of his hair from over his eyes. There's sunshine now steaming through the top of the windows to where Deeks' legs lay. It takes way more than usual effort to pull himself up into a sitting position on the right back seat. Deeks winces from the light when he tries to get a better view of what's happening outside the SRX.

The first thing he sees is Kensi speaking with two police officers a few feet away on the other side of the SRX. She's holding a map while giving directions and doesn't seem to notice that Deeks is awake. The ex-detective then has his attention drawn straight ahead of the vehicle where he can hear and see Callen and for the first time in months, Jimmy. The pyromaniac is much taller and skinnier than he remembers and has a much more devious smile than what he saw in the dark warehouse.

My God that's him! Deeks pushes the car door open and slides a foot out over the doorframe. Before he realizes what he's doing, Deeks puts out an unsteady foot onto the ground, stumbles sideways, and then falls into a heap near the open car door. It's loud enough to where it catches everyone's attention.

"Deeks." Kensi's at his side in seconds and pulling one of his arms over her neck so that she can help him up.

"Where's Sam?" Deeks mumbles as Kensi pulls him up into a standing position.

"We haven't found him yet. It's only been a few hours since we got here- three or four, I think."

"Marty, it's been too long!" Jimmy calls out before Deeks can ask any more questions. He's in the midst of another struggle with Callen as he continues, "You look lovely since I last saw you-"

"What did you do with Sam?" Deeks yells. He pushes Kensi's hand away and takes a few weak steps towards Jimmy and Callen. When Jimmy's response is only a smirk, Deeks roars, "Answer me!"

Kensi pulls Deeks back towards the SRX the best she can. "We've got this- come back to the car."

"No!" Deeks knows that he's going into a panic attack. His heart is racing out of control, he can barely breathe, and everything around him is beginning to spin. Three or four hours plus the seven hours it took to return to Los Angeles is way too much time for someone to not be lying dead somewhere in a ditch. "Where's Sam?"

Kensi tries to pull Deeks back again and assure him, " We'll handle him. Go back to the car-"

Deeks pushes his partner's arm away again and feels tears forming in his eyes. "Is he dead? Is he? Why are you doing this to me?"

His last comment finally gets a response from Jimmy. He laughs aloud, " Why do you think? You're special, Marty! You think we don't know about NCIS, specifically the LA's office little secrets? Henrietta Lange's got a dirty, dirty secret and believe it or not, it's not the infamous G Callen that's her prize possession, it's you!"

For a minute, the only thing anyone can hear is the gentle waves from the ocean. Deeks' mouth is hanging slightly open, Kensi's gaze is slowly falling to the ground as she tries to process everything, and Callen is so angry that he feels like he's about to snap Jimmy's neck.

"Everyone is so quiet- it's nice," Jimmy says to break the silence. Kensi reacts first and pulls Deeks back to the front of the car. She lowers him down to the ground and pulls out her cellphone to call for an ambulance. In the meantime, Callen calls over the two closest officers and orders, " Take this idiot straight back to LAPD county in his own cell. If he talks, shoot him. If he says something cocky, shoot him. If he says something pertinent to the case, write it down and then shoot him."

The shorter of the two LAPD cops nod and respond, "Yes, sir."

Callen turns to take a glance over to Deeks. The ex- detective is shivering and breathing heavily as Kensi dials 911 and pulls her partner closer to her. It's the fear and uncertainty in Kensi's eyes that inspires Callen's next move. It's another move that's going to put him hirer on Hetty's hit list.

Callen presses a finger against his earpiece and calls out, "Nell, can you hear me?"

"Yes." The redheaded technical analyst is half a mile away, leading a search on a massive children's park. "Did you find anything?"

"Yeah, I need you to find Hetty- now."

1 mile north of the boatshed

What the-

Wha…..what happened?

Sam Hanna opens his eyes and looks upwards to see nothing but complete darkness. He's just drifted to consciousness after he feels the drop of a mystery liquid touch his forehead. The darkness makes him believe that he's either dead or still unconscious. The last thing he remembers is pulling the trap door up and pushing Jimmy into the water. Another drop of something falls into his ears and Sam's up on all fours, ready to get out of wherever the hell he is.

"Jimmy," Sam mumbles and he begins to feel around for any sign of the suspect. Another drop of liquid hits the back of his head and it makes Sam really ready to go. He tries to sit back onto his knee but hits his head on a cold, moldy surface.

"Son of a bitch," Sam growls while rubbing the back of his head. Where am I?