Hetty enters the nursery, and finds her very pregnant agent sitting in a glider, near the window. She clears her throat, and Kensi looks up at her.
"Hetty what are you really doing here?"
"I am deeply concerned about you."
"I'm fine," she feigns an unconvincing smile.
"Fine? That is why you are allowing Mister Deeks to cause a pathway of destruction in your kitchen?"
"He is the only one who can make the quesadillas I like. It is all I want to eat anymore. If my baby comes out wearing a sombrero, I wouldn't be surprised."
"Miss Blye, I have been very patient. I know that this has been a difficult time for you. The role change is considerable."
"Your patience is wearing thin?" Kensi guesses.
"It is time that you tell me the truth."
"Hetty..." she tries to reason.
"Since you and Mister Hanna returned from Brazil I have seen a marked change in both of you. I wonder what really happened while you were away. Can you blame me? Since your return I find out that you're pregnant, and Mister Hanna's marriage crumbles. It certainly does not seem like a coincidence. I can't help but wonder if there is some kind of correlation."
"I don't know what happened between Sam, and Michelle, I wasn't there."
"I am sure that you have speculated."
"It's not my place," Kensi disagrees.
"If you had to guess."
"They cracked under pressure."
"Their marriage has always seemed solid. They have a lot to lose. They have children. It seems odd to me that Mister Hanna would walk away so hastily."
"I don't know why Sam chose to walk away."
"You don't?"
"No."
"What happened between you, and Mister Hanna while you were in Brazil? I sent you undercover as a married couple. You shared a bed for months I can understand if temptation..."
Kensi shakes her head, "That didn't happen."
"Then what did happen?" Hetty arches her eyebrow.
She opens the door, and finds her husband standing on the other side. She looks at him questioningly.
"Sam the kids aren't here. They wanted to go to my sister's for the weekend."
"I know, you told me that."
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk to you," he admits.
She steps away from the door, "Come in."
He enters the house, closing the door behind himself. He follows her into the kitchen. She takes a seat on a stool, in front of the island.
"Do you want something to drink?"
"No, I'm fine."
"Sam I got served with papers yesterday."
"I know."
"I didn't know that you already filed," she admits.
"I didn't think that I had a choice."
"Would you please explain to me what's changed. Why all of a sudden are you willing to throw our entire marriage away? I don't understand."
"It's complicated."
"So simplify it for me."
"I don't know how," he admits.
"Why don't you start with the truth?"
"I don't know you want to hear the truth."
"I am your wife. All I want is the truth. I want to fix this. I want my husband back. I want to put my family back together. What am I supposed to tell the kids when they ask why you're not here? I don't even know."
"I know."
"Are you seeing someone else? If that's it just say so."
"No."
"Then, what?"
"I don't deserve someone like you. I don't deserve..."
She cuts him off, "Cut the crap. Stop with the excuses. I just want to know what makes you think that it was okay to walk away from our marriage, from our family?"
"Our family has meant everything to me. I would never want to do anything to jeopardize it."
"You walked away," she reminds him.
"You don't understand."
"I can't. You won't let me."
"I'm sorry," he tells her.
As she looks at him she can see the look of despair, and pain in his eyes. He leans against the counter, just looking back at her.
"Whatever it is, we can fix it."
He shakes his head, "There is no fixing it."
"Tell me anyway."
"I feel so ashamed."
"Of what?"
"I made a decision that is going to haunt me for the rest of my life. Everywhere I go it follows me. I want so badly to put it behind me, but I can't. I'm angry, and I don't know how to get over it."
"Sam tell me what happened."
"We have both been faced with life, and death situations."
"I know."
"I didn't know what living was going to entail. I didn't know."
"Didn't know what?"
"I had to keep my partner alive to. I had a choice, and I made the wrong one."
"What do you mean, Sam?"
"I could have found another way to keep us alive."
"Whatever happened, just tell me."
"When I was in Brazil in order to complete our mission we had to complete something similar to a gang initiation."
"You had to kill someone?"
"No."