A/n Just trying to clear my head of all these little ideas that keep popping up so I can concentrate on "Poker Face Failure" and finish it, and the others in that future.
Disclaimer: Nothing in the back account, therefore I don't own it
Her breath came in gasps as she ran after G and Sam. She was always more of sprinter than long distance, and so she was losing ground behind them. In her mind the fact that Kensi wore a tactical vest was carrying a tricked out M4 while those two were in plainclothes wasn't an excuse, it simply was what it was. Her job now, and had been for the past two years was to provide overwatch for the two senior agents when they went in undercover. Today's meet was with a ghost. A suspected assassin and thief who was in town for some intel from a Navy thinktank. The team had crossed paths with the guy three times in the past, yet didn't even know what he looked like, it was even worse than dealing with Janvier the Chamleon, and had gotten spooked during the meet and took off running. From their voices Kensi knew something wasn't right on Callen and Sam's end either. Her mind flashed back to the briefing earlier. Hetty and Granger had both cautioned the team to be careful as if they knew something the others didn't. Just another day on the job. She wasn't about to let this guy go and have to deal with him a fifth time.
Kensi rounded the corner that her fellow teammates had turned just seconds before to watch the suspect take out both Sam and Callen. Whatever move he used; and Kensi thought she recognized Sayoc, Tai Chi and possibly Krav Maga; had left Sam laying on the ground whooping for breath and then the suspect pulled off a move she thought was physically impossible. With some kind of a backflip, Callen was now held in a chokehold with his own pistol being screwed into his ear canal by the suspect. The M4 snapped out, straight and steady as Kensi yelled trying to still her heavy breathing. "Federal Agents! Let him go."
Shock hammered into her system. It wasn't the suspect's moves or actions that surprised her; it was that she knew who he was. It had been three years and he is clean shaven and completely bald, but his eyes, those eyes that she had never ever been able to forget. The very eyes that had haunted her dreams every night for the last three years. The very eyes that she saw every morning when their daughter first woke up with a grin so much like her father's. The eyes that belonged to her partner, the father of her child, the man who was the most important man in the world to her, the man who had been missing for the last three years and she had never been able to find anything about what had happened.
The M4's front sight started to slip as she hated herself for how unsure she sounded. "Deeks…. "
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