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Kensi wasn't sure what drove her to walk into enemy territory. Didn't know why she had continued on moving towards those that wanted to kill her for no other reason than she was an American. But she did it anyway. She needed to, because she needed to see Jack. When she'd seen him down the scope of her snipper rifle, when she'd identified him as the White Ghost, her blood had run cold. The idea that her job was to kill the man she had once loved, the man she had once planned to spend the rest of her life with… no. There was no way she could do that, and it never crossed her mind that that was the sole reason Hetty had sent her there.

The realisation of who the White Ghost was left her with only one option in her mind. She needed to see him, needed to talk to him, though whether it was to gather intel about the enemy or to try and save the man she had spent so many nights worrying over she didn't know. All she knew was that she needed to know why, about so many things. Why was he working with the enemy against his own country? Why was here? Why had he disappeared all those years ago? Why had he left them, left her? Why had he never let her know he was okay?

Of course through all her plans and thoughts of Jack one thing never crossed her mind. Not once did she think to question her assumption that Jack would be at her final destination. In fact It was only when it was far too late did she realise her mistake, and only when Jack was chained beside her in that cave did she realise the magnitude of it.


Hetty didn't know what to do. She was the one who'd sent Kensi out there in the hopes the girl would be able to save Jack's life. She hadn't really considered the danger she could be putting her agent in when she had done so. Oh academically of course she knew, but it was the only way she could think of to keep the man safe. And she had assumed Owen Granger would look out for her.

She had been wrong. And now the whole team were there, doing whatever they needed to, to bring Kensi home. She just hoped it was enough.

She could not stop her eyes from straying to the empty desks across the building from her, couldn't stop feeling the tense silence that seemed to infuse every corner of the office. Oh there were far more agents here than just those four, but they were the primary team. The best of the best, handpicked by herself. No. Everything would be fine, Sam, Callen and Deeks would make sure Miss Blye returned, and they would also make sure they returned too. She knew that.

With a sigh she turned back to the stare at the piece of paper in front of her, but rather than write anything with the pencil in her hand she placed it down. She could not stay here, waiting to hear news she knew would not be coming for some time. She needed a distraction. With that in mind she stood to collect her coat and bag, she knew just the distraction she needed, and if in finding it for herself she helped others who would also no doubt be feeling worried and afraid, well that seemed like the perfect solution to her.


Kensi was shocked at the pain that rippled through her when Jack told her he'd married someone else. That he'd fallen in love with someone else. It was like a wound she had been so used to feeling she no longer registered the pain, had been ripped open anew. She hadn't expected that. She had been so sure she'd moved on from him, though of course if that had been true then why had she not been able to pull the trigger? If that had been true, why had she confronted the enemy purely on the need to speak with him? Damn it, it hurt. Knowing that he had run away from her, from them, only to find the happiness he sort with another.

Not that she didn't want him to be happy, of course she did, it was more… she'd always thought that she was the one who'd make him happy. Even after all these years, it seemed she had still thought that. That shocked her. She hadn't realised the candle she'd been carrying around for her ex-fiancé… or maybe it less a candle and more, a lack of closure. A worry at what might have happened to him that refused to allow her to move on, to walk away from what they had. Yes, she preferred that idea to the other. At least then she knew when they got out of here, got out of this mess, she would be able to walk away, without looking back or thinking what might have been. That maybe then she would finally be able to start moving on.


Hetty arrived at house she was looking for and knocked on the door calmly, smiling at woman who answered it.

"May I come in?" She asked kindly trying with her words to ease the sudden worry she could see in the other woman's eyes at her appearance. Maybe she should have thought this through a little more. No doubt her turning up would make those who lived here fear the worst, especially as they had no idea of where the ones they loved had gone, or why.

"Sure." Clare replied in a calm voice though the tenseness did not leave her muscles as she stepped aside to allow the other woman in. She did not know why Hetty was here, but considering she had been woken in the middle of the night for Callen and Deeks to leave, she could only assume it was to do with them. She hoped it was just to tell her and Roberta more details, like how long the two men would be gone, oh yes, she really hoped that was the reason. Really hoped it wasn't for anything else, anything worse.


Alayna had been sitting at the table doing a drawing when the knock on the door had come. She had jumped at the sound, turning automatically hoping it was her daddies return. It did not cross her mind that they would have no need to knock in their home. She wanted to go answer it, to see if it was them, but she knew that one rule her daddies would never let her break is the one that she never opened the door. So instead she sat there, coiled as tightly as a spring, waiting as Clare got up to answer.

As soon as she heard the voice on the other side of the door, Alayna was up and moving. Running across the room the wrap her arms around the small woman who'd entered. "Granny Hetty." She called loudly, the tension caused by missed her parent's prominent in her voice at the way it was close to a screech.

"Alayna, my dear. It is good to see you." Hetty responded smiling down at the child wrapping her in her arms without thought.

"Are my daddies with you?" Alayna asked looking up, trying to see over her shoulders, but all she could see was the door closing and the disappointment made her sag. They still weren't back.

"I'm afraid not. They will be gone for a few more days." Hetty replied smiling sadly down at the sad little girl who was now disengaging herself from her arms.

"Oh. Okay." Alayna responded moving to wrap her arms around herself now. She knew that they had gone away for work, and that what they were doing was important, but it didn't stop her missing them. Didn't stop her not wanting to go to bed without her daddy reading her a story, nor did she want to go to bed without daddy G tucking her in. She wanted them home now, even if she knew it wasn't possible.

"Allie, honey. Why don't you show Granny Hetty the lovely picture you've been drawing?" Said Roberta in a gentle voice as she watched the little girl retreat into herself. She didn't want that, even if she knew there was very little the three women with her could do about it. After all none of them were her fathers, but they were still family, even Clare who was paid to be there. She was still family in Roberta's mind, and she knew she was in Allie's as well.

"Okay." Alayna agreed moving towards the table Hetty following behind her a frown on her face at the pain she had caused the little girl by taking away her daddies. But she really had not had a choice, she needed the whole team to save Kensi, even if it did break her heart to see the sadness in the young girl in front of her.

Alayna climbed back into her sit and handed the piece of paper to her Granny Hetty, explaining what it was as she did so. "This is going to be my bridesmaid dress for the wedding."

"That is beautiful, my dear." Hetty replied smiling at the picture of a princess style dress that was a riot of colour and ruffles. She could just imagine the little girl in it, proudly walking down the aisle with Kam at her side. With that thought she made a decision, one she knew neither Deeks nor Callen would question. Because they would do anything for their daughter. "I have a friend who I know would love to create this for you. He has designed and made many dresses, but none as delightful as this one will be I am sure."

"Really? I could have that exact dress, made for me?" Alayna asked her eyes widening in excitement at the idea. Because while she had designed the dress, she had not thought for a moment she would be able to have it, not exactly. She knew you brought clothes as they were and had prepared herself for finding the closest thing to it in the shops, but here was her Granny Hetty telling her she could have it made for her. That there was a way she could wear that exact dress at her daddies wedding. It was… she couldn't find words to express how overjoyed she felt at the idea.

"Of course, Alayna. Only the very best for my granddaughter." Hetty responded softly, already planning the phone call she would make to one of the top designers in LA. He did after all owe her a favour for help she had given him over the years. It was time for her to cash in her chips.

"What about Kam? Could she have a dress made for her as well?" Alayna asked not wanting her friend to be left out of the joy and excitement she was feeling right then.

"I am sure that will not be a problem. Why don't you start drawing some ideas for her dress, and when you next see her you can finalise the design together." Hetty suggested not batting an eyelid at promising two unique designer dresses to the girl. Alayna deserved nothing less in Hetty's mind.

"Yes." Alayna agreed exactly, already pulling a new piece of paper towards has as she started to draw out a new design for her best friend. One that looked very similar in style to the one she'd done for herself, but with a different riot of colour across it, one that would complement the other girl perfectly.

watching her Hetty couldn't help but smile at the concertation on her face and the way she stuck her tongue out slightly, just like her father's did when he was writing his reports.