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D-7 Headquarters

D-7's reach was deep. In front of me I had a list of people who were "friendly" to D-7's activities. There were names from LAPD, FBI, county Sheriffs, California Highway Patrol and Border Patrol on the law enforcement side. US Army, Marines, Navy, Air Force, Coast Guard and even British Army and Royal Navy contacts on the military side. Every single one was willing to offer up information if they had any. I was shocked and a little sickened.

I felt somewhat at ease knowing that Eric and Nell were getting the same names, too, from the snooper program Eric had me install on my work laptop on my first day and were running them down for possible future cases. I made a few calls and busied myself until I got an encrypted email from Eric later that afternoon.

I snuck a peek over my shoulder and entered the encryption code to read the email. I read the email twice and then hit the delete button to permanently erase it, as if it never existed. The guys wanted a meet up at the boatshed this afternoon. It was very vague, but I thought nothing of it for a few hours as I continued to busy myself.

Around 1430hrs I sent an email to Buck telling him I was stepping out to chase down a lead I had found. I calmly left the building and went out to the Escalade. It was normally a thirty minute drive to the boatshed, but after performing 3 Surveillance Detection Runs, SDR's, to see if I had a tail it was almost an hour and a half before I arrived. I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Unless D-7 had more than 5 people tailing me or hacked into the traffic cam network, I was pretty much in the clear.

I parked in the corner of a parking lot that was not near the boatshed or any traffic cams. I walked along acting like I was heading out to a boat somewhere in the vast Marina Del Rey Basin, again doing an SDR. Seeing nothing suspicious or out of the ordinary, I walked over to the boatshed, using the same route I used before that kept me out of the surveillance Eric had of the building.

Using the back entrance, I peeked in quietly, seeing Sam and Callen standing by the coffee maker deep in conversation. Upon hearing what was said, a huge smile spread across my face.

Boatshed

Callen inquired, "Eric did say that Matt acknowledged the signal?"

Sam responded, "He'll be here. He always shows up. Don't expect him to be right on time every time. It is LA, and he does have to maintain a cover."

Deeks was just leaning up against the table. He was the first to notice me in the corner, nodding his head but not saying anything.

I walked out of the back and into their sight line. "Hello, boys."

Sam and Callen each turned to look at me in surprise. I couldn't do anything but laugh a little.

"Come on, guys! This is the third time I've snuck in here without you knowing. This shouldn't be a surprise anymore." I placed my hands on my hips.

Callen still couldn't get over the fact that I had snuck into their classified meeting/interview location three times now. "Did Hetty tell you how to do that? Seriously?"

I just smiled and changed the subject, getting serious. "You get everything from my meeting with Buck?"

"Every word and detail. It's enough to get a warrant and charge him with conspiracy, but we need to know if he is attached to the White Ghost somehow," Callen replied.

"Agreed. So what's your plan?" I asked the SAC (Special Agent In Charge).

Sam answered for him, "We will give Caldwell what he wants. Deeks will go under as Diplomatic Security Service Special Agent Jacob Lorentz. His backstory is he is investigating all the attacks on Afghan lawmakers. You will," Sam used his hands to make air quotes and beamed a huge smile, " 'bring in' Deeks for questioning. When Caldwell questions him, you two will try and get him to admit anything about the White Ghost. G and I will be there as well, to back you up."

Callen continued, "You guys need to get him to open up about Afghanistan. The man is such a braggart, so full of himself, it should be easy. Once he admits to it, we will move in, arrest him, and hopefully get him to flip on whoever the White Ghost is before news reaches Afghanistan and Granger can get his hands on him."

I leaned back on my heels and put my hands in my pockets. "Very ballsy plan, G. You sure you wanna push it this fast? We can work this a little while longer and get it to a point where it's not as risky."

"Hetty wants this finished up quickly. Your cover is thin, Deeks can be made any minute, and your team in Afghanistan is compromised. We need to move quickly on this."

I thought about it for a moment, silence filling the room. "Alright then." I looked at my partner. "You do know, Deeks, that this is going to royally suck for you?"

Deeks rolled his eyes. "Don't I know it!"

NCIS OSP Ops

The next day, early in the morning, I messaged Buck Caldwell that I had "found the gift" he wanted. He responded quickly, telling me how efficiently I handled the search and that he looked forward to receiving it.

I replied that I would be bringing it in later that evening around closing time, telling him I was a distance away and that I had some "preparation" to do before I presented him with his gift.

He told me not to worry, that he would be patient, but not to overdo it. He wanted to "enjoy" some of his gift that evening, which meant he wanted to question Deeks some that evening.

With a final message stating that I would obey his requests, Deeks and I got prepped for the evening's activities.

Deeks was fully backstopped by Eric and Nell as DSS Special Agent Jared Lorentz. He had an ID, credentials, badge and a driver's license in his cover name. We worked all afternoon on his story and how we were going to play it.

The two tough parts of the op were getting Caldwell to open up and trying to get Sam and Callen in the building unseen. Eric would have his work cut out for him on the cameras and security systems. But I had done enough recon and even gotten him access to the D-7 internal systems which should make it easier for him. A NCIS QRF team was on standby if anything went haywire.

The plan was to get Caldwell to talk and then extricate him silently from the building unseen and take him back to the boatshed. We could have just snatched him up and questioned him, but we knew he would lawyer up and not say a word as soon as we got him in cuffs.

Hetty had her talented team of makeup artists make it look like I "roughed up" Deeks a little but not too much. They gave him a black eye, a fake cut under said eye, and a bruised cheek. Deeks grimaced slightly at the sight. I had heard the stories from earlier in the year after Deeks and Sam were captured. It made me shiver a little thinking about it.

But it had to be done. This would sell Deeks to Caldwell and maybe help to work his ego to get him to talk. Deeks was an excellent undercover operator and I had no worries that he could pull it off.

As the afternoon wore on into evening Deeks and I got ready to go. We were walking out of wardrobe and back through to the bullpen to get our stuff. Hetty came by to give us one final pep talk. She took one look at Deeks' fake facial injuries and just nodded her head in approval.

"Gentleman, I'd like to wish you good luck on your endeavor this evening."

I responded for the both of us in a patronizing tone, trying to inject a little humor "Thank you, Hetty. I'll keep him safe. I know he is your favorite."

In a very serious voice she replied, "I don't play favorites, Mr. Lee. You are all equal in my eyes. Now, you two have to play this perfectly."

Hetty turned and faced the LAPD Detective. "Mr. Deeks, you do know your partner may have to do certain things to keep his cover..."

Hetty was referring to the fact that I might have to rough up Deeks a little in front of Caldwell, as a show of loyalty. Deeks squinted a little and let out a slight grunt of displeasure. Hetty then cleared her throat. "I want you all to come home after this is over. Now, go get it done."

Feeling chastised I nodded my head, took a small breath, and said, "Yes, ma'am." Deeks stayed quiet by my side, giving Hetty a smile to show that he understood. We both then headed silently towards the door.

About 20 minutes later I pulled over to an alleyway that was quiet and dark. Nobody would notice us there. I opened my door and stepped out of the Escalade, grabbing a small bag that was in the door pocket. Deeks opened his door as well, got out of the vehicle, walked around to the back and lowered the tailgate. Then, he jumped up on it and took a seat.

I threw the bag up onto the tailgate and removed a roll of black duct tape. No words were spoken between the two of us, just eye contact, a few nods, both of us understanding what needed to be done. Deeks worked to get my attention. As I drew my eyes to his, he held his closed fist out in front of him.

I bumped my fist on top of his, then he hit my fist on top and then we bumped them together. It's the old manly "fist bump" that is the new thing grown men do, but to us two, it's a ritual we do before any big op. Call it superstitious, call it silly, call it whatever you want, but for the past five months as partners, it's routine. It's that last non-verbal understanding that I have his back and he has mine.

It was more so for Deeks because he still felt guilty about what happened a few months before at a warehouse- he froze breaching a room and I got wounded in the process. I knew he still felt bad about it this many months later. I had moved on and forgiven him for his lapse, but deep down I knew he was still hurting about it and felt he had to make sure that I knew he was there.

Deeks then held out his hands, wrists together, as I wrapped the tape around them, binding them. When I finished with his wrists, I moved to his ankles and did the same.

When I finished, I took a step back and gave Deeks a look. "You good?" I asked him.

He responded softly, "Yeah, good to go. Let's get this over with."

I reached around to my left side and removed my SOG Flash II knife, gave my partner a smile, and flicked it open in front of his face. He rolled his eyes at me, muttering something about Kensi and blades under his breath.

Reaching for Deeks' bindings, I placed small cuts in the tape, hardly noticeable unless you looked closely, but enough that if Deeks needed to escape, a hard yank would tear the tape the rest of the way. When that was finished I pulled a final piece of tape off.

As I was about to put it over his mouth, Deeks looked at me and said, "Bro, do you really think that is necessary?"

I looked at the tape and then at him. "Well, yeah… gotta sell the fact that I'm dragging you in against your will."

"I get that, but I'm more worried about when it gets removed." Deeks' show of fear was amusing. He was concerned about the pulling of his scruff when the tape was removed. According to him his scruff was 'legendary' and essential.

I shot him a wink. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle."

He shot back with authority. "It's not you I'm worried about!"

Deeks continued to talk as I moved the tape closer to his mouth, "Come on, man. Let's talk about this. There's gotta be another …..mmpf...mmmph." I placed the tape over his rambling mouth, then pushed him over onto his side, back in the bed of the truck and closed the tailgate of the Escalade. As I lowered the hard tonneau cover he looked at me and tried to speak against the tape, what sounded like a mumbled "Not cool."

In my ear I could hear both Callen and Sam laughing. Sam's deep voice boomed in my ear, "Congratulations, Matt. You have done something that many have dreamed about doing for years."

The comment made me exhale in a stifled laugh. My partner didn't hear the offhand comment. The team, and Hetty, decided it wasn't safe for him to wear an earwig in case Caldwell or someone else did a thorough search. But I did have a spare one on me if the time arose that Deeks needed it.

I walked around to the driver's side door, hopped in and turned the ignition on. I uttered one word out loud, "Set."

Sam's voice came back over the net. It was serious, not the joking, happy-go-lucky tone it was a moment ago. We both knew playtime was over. "Alright, we are set up a block down the street. Looks all clear. Make sure you let us know which entrance you rig. Eric is ready to do his camera magic."

"Copy that." Sam and Callen and a small NCIS QRF team were sitting in the Excursion waiting for my call. Their role was to provide backup to Deeks and me, as well as arrest Caldwell and secure any information in the building after the bust. It was a very fast and loose operation, but we needed to end this quickly. If there was a definite connection between the White Ghost and D-7, then acting fast was the only option to keep my team, Kensi, and other servicemen safe.

I pulled into the dark garage of D-7's Headquarters and parked the car close to the service elevator. It was after hours and the place was pretty much deserted. I turned off the truck and, using my cover phone, dialed Buck Caldwell's secure line. It rang three times before it was picked up.

Buck's commanding voice came over the line, "Sergeant, did you bring my gift?"

In my accent I replied, "Tak, Panie, (Yes, sir). I am in the garage now. Where is the party?"

Buck responded promptly, "Myself and Col are waiting on the 48th floor. East side." Col was one Colin Fields from Northern Ireland. He served with Buck in the Foreign Legion. His 'official' role was Head of Personal Security for Buck; unofficially he has Caldwell's enforcer.

I had run into Colin a few times. He didn't speak much, just stayed quiet and looked mean. I couldn't get a decent read on the guy. Eric and Nell had a hard time finding any info on the man; he was an unknown quantity.

"Do you need any assistance?" Buck asked.

"No, I will be there shortly," I responded. And without another word Caldwell hung up.

Once I was sure my phone was disconnected, I spoke over the com net to Callen and Sam. "Ok, the 48th floor is currently under renovation. It's unoccupied and has restricted access. Nice place to get messy and have nobody bother you. They are putting in three new SCIF (Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility- basically very secure rooms to store data or have secure conferences/video chats with employees all over the world) rooms and some vaults. There is a door on the northwest corner. That will be your entry point. It's a fingerprint lock, but I'll rig it."

Callen responded in my left ear, "Got it, Matt. We will be staging ourselves in the garage once you head up. Eric is creating a blind spot for us. We'll let you know when we're set. Be careful."

I let out a quick "Rog" and opened the door. Walking around the back I opened the tailgate, grabbed Deeks by the collar and dragged him out, making a show for any cameras that might be watching. I pretty much walk-dragged Deeks to the elevator. He was playing the part well; his skills as an undercover are unmatched in my opinion.

In the elevator I forced Deeks up against the wall with my arm across the back of his neck. It looked rough but was only a show for the cameras. I whispered in his ear, "Grunt once if you're good."

Deek let out a grunt that kinda sounded like a "Welllll." I playfully slapped him on the back of the head.

"Smartass," I told him. "I won't let anything bad happen to yah, partner. I'll try to control whoever gets close to you, but I can't guarantee anything. If it gets too hairy, I'm calling it off, just be ready. My backup is on my left ankle; Kensi's knife is in the small of my back." Deeks only nodded.

The elevator doors dinged open and I walk-dragged Deeks towards the door in the northwest corner. In my ear I heard Callen, "We are moving to the elevators."

As we neared the door, I had Deeks stand on his own as I entered the code and my thumbprint into the lock. After opening the door and shoving Deeks through, I had to stop just inside the door. Reaching into my jeans pocket, I removed a very small, flat, demo charge with a receiver and placed it on the door above the lock and closed the door behind it, effectively wedging it between the door and the heavy steel jam. I attached the small battery and receiver inconspicuously using a magnet.

When I finished, I put my hand on Deeks and shoved him forward. In a very quiet voice I said, "Demo up," and quickly heard the reply from Sam, "Copy."

In a louder voice, with my fake accent, I said, "Let's go! Move!" and shoved my partner hard again. We turned a corner and I saw Buck and Colin, standing on either side of a chair, with a single-bulbed light brightly shining above it. It was the only light source in the whole room. Instantly I thought 'How cliche.'

Buck was the first of the duo to say anything. He had looked over Deeks and nodded his head in acceptance that I had the right man. "Ah, welcome to the party..." Buck stopped speaking and looked right at me.

I picked up on the cue and finished his sentence, "Special Agent Jared Lorentz, US State Department Diplomatic Security Service. Southern Asia Section." I turned Deeks around and forcibly sat him in the chair.

Caldwell lit up the room with a smile, walked over to stand over my partner and clicked on the light. Deeks flinched due to the brightness. "Ahhh, DSS. And what do I owe the pleasure of your acquaintance, Special Agent?" Caldwell then ripped the tape away from Deeks' face in a fast motion and took a step back. Deeks yelped slightly due to the sting.

Deeks acted tough at the question. "Pleasure? What pleasure? You do know I am a Federal Agent, you jackass. I'll have my Ag..." Deeks barely got out the words when I backhanded him across the face. It did have some sting to it but I did it in a way that I got more of his neck than his face. I noticed a slight grin come across Colin Fields' face.

Buck continued, "Be respectful, Agent Lorentz, or my friend here will have to make you aware of my displeasure." He then turned to me. "How did you find him?"

"He was easy to find. I asked around local … what do you call them here?….ahhh ..surf spots. It seems he has too much bravado and denied the protection detail he was offered. Bastard never changed his routines." I laughed slightly. "I found him surfing alone on a secluded beach some locals use. Rest was child's play." I let out a small laugh and smiled, like I enjoyed what I did, which was returned by Caldwell.

"Good …. very good." He then turned his attention fully onto Deeks. "Now, why is the DSS interested in my company?"

"I am a Federal Agent and what you are doing is …." Colin Fields stepped forward and kicked the chair over. Deeks fell to the side, unable to brace himself for the fall since his hands were bound. His body banged hard against the concrete floor; he let out a grunt and a yelp of pain.

I bent over and picked him up off the ground after righting the chair. Caldwell got eye to eye with Deeks.

"Again, why are you investigating my company?"

In my mind I was hoping Deeks would just act like he was breaking and tell Caldwell the story we had worked on. I couldn't control the situation too much if he played stubborn with Caldwell and Fields. Deeks, ever the perfectionist and overachiever though, continued his acting.

"And again, whoever you are, I am a sworn Federal Agent. Let me go and surrender and maybe I'll forget this transgression," Deeks said flatly.

This caused Caldwell to laugh loudly. He then snapped a look over to Fields, who promptly swift kicked Deeks in his ribs hard, knocking him and the chair over again. Deeks gasped for air as the wind was knocked out of him. I had to fight hard to keep the look of concern off my face and I started to tense. I glanced down at Deeks, and he looked back at me. My hand was starting to inch up to my waist where my holster was. I wanted to end this. I had heard what had happened to my partner late last year.

Deeks saw my slight movement and shook his head slightly. I gave him my subtle "Are you sure?" look. He just let out a slight smile. Just then in my ear I heard Sam's voice.

"Matt, we are at the door and ready. We will wait for your move." I couldn't reply to Sam, but I knew Sam would wait until the time was right.

I again hoisted Deeks back into his chair. He grimaced from the pain in his side and sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly in a bunch of small "Ahh"s. I knew he wasn't faking it; he was in pain. In my mind I was begging Deeks to just "crack" already.

Caldwell grabbed Deeks by the jaw and forced him to look at him. "I won't ask you again. If you don't answer me, we will bury you in the desert where nobody will find you. Now….Why are you investigating?" Then he backhanded Deeks' cheek. Caldwell was serious.

"We were getting complaints from contractors in Afghanistan that you were forming an unfair monopoly on security contracts," Deeks squeaked out.

"Unfair? Unfair how? We haven't lost a protectee in over 4 years," Caldwell spat back.

"That's exactly why we are investigating." Deeks breathed deeply a few times and continued. "Something didn't seem right that none of your contracts ever got attacked. I feel you are hiding something and colluding with the Taliban. And I'm going to find out."

"Oh?" Caldwell laughed. "And how are you going to do that? You think I'm just going to let you walk out of here."

Deeks then surprised everyone in the room, including me. "The White Ghost."

Caldwell's laugh stopped, his expression turned cold. "The Afghan Legend? The man doesn't exist."

Deeks smirked, "Oh, but he does exist, and you back him."

Caldwell walked closer to the detective. "And why would I do that?"

Over the com net I heard Callen's voice, "Come on, Deeks, reel him in."

Acting smug Deeks started to work Caldwell's ego. "Because backing him makes you more profitable. Your greed compels you. This White Ghost creates a mystique and fear that you are capitalizing on."

Caldwell exhaled quickly with a slight smile. "It could be that I am profitable because my people are the best."

Looking down at the floor Deeks continued, "Oh, they are good… but he is better. Sad thing is the White Ghost has more of the power and glory that you seek and that is eating at you. His name is spoken with great admiration over there and whispered behind doors over here. Yours is not."

Caldwell was getting slightly annoyed, but I could tell he was thinking.

"If what you say is true, then why should that bother me? He would be making money for me hand over fist. "

"Oh, but it does bother you. All you ever wanted is to get your company the recognition it deserves. You want it up there with the the likes of Blackwater, Haliburton, and DynCorp. But after your operatives screwed the pooch last year when they murdered that Admiral, your rise to fame was broken. And now the press hates you, and you'll never be famous, while the Ghost steals all your glory." Deeks then spit some blood out at Caldwell's feet.

That line really must have pissed off Caldwell because just then, with a loud growl, he rushed forward and pushed Deeks' chair over backwards and then stood over him. In a deep guttural tone Caldwell spoke.

"That man was nothing till I created him! NOTHING! He was some washed up Canadian Special Forces wannabe! He couldn't pour piss out of a boot if there were instructions on the heel! I made him! I gave him the training and the tools and he gets all the glory!" Buck then took an F&N .45 out of his waistband and turned to me. "Pick up this piece of trash and put him back in the chair. I'm done talking with him. He knows too much."

I walked forward and bent over Deeks again. In my ear I heard Sam's voice, "We got what we needed. Breaching in 30. Get Deeks clear!"

When Deeks looked up at me with his eyes as to ask me if I was ready, I just gave a slight nod and a wink. I shifted my left foot forward revealing an ankle holster I had placed there with my SIG P938 backup. Deeks began to work on his wrist tape, tearing it a little bit more. After 15 seconds, Deeks lunged for my leg, making it look like he worked out of his restraints and was attacking me.

Instantly I fell backwards as Deeks yanked my legs out from under me, concealing the fact he removed the P938 from the ankle holster. Caldwell's and Fields' views were blocked by my body.

The fake scuffle on the floor drew their attention and they moved to assist me in subduing Deeks. Just as they got close to us, weapons drawn, Sam remote detonated the small charge on the door lock, which flung the door wide open. Callen was the first person through the door, screaming "FEDERAL AGENTS!", Sam and the NCIS QRF right behind him.

Fields and Caldwell turned towards the noise from the door, giving Deeks an opening to break the tape bindings and get into a decent position. Caldwell reacted to Sam and Callen in the room and dove behind a table. Fields, on the other hand, drew his .45 and squeezed off a few rounds towards Callen and Sam.

Deeks, laying on the ground, yelled at Colin Fields, "DROP IT," pointing the P938 at him. My back was turned to the action but out of the corner of my eye I could see Fields swinging his .45 towards Deeks, and I instinctively flattened my body out in front of Deeks to protect him, knowingly throwing my body into the line of fire.

But before Fields could get off a shot, Sam fired a three round burst from his suppressed Heckler & Koch MP5, striking Fields in the chest with little red puffs of blood. Fields faltered and then fell flat onto his back.

During all this action, Caldwell was behind a table but then started moving towards the southeast exit, using the SCIF's and construction equipment as cover. He exited the door and went into the hall.

While Caldwell made his exit, I got up to my knees quickly and looked at my partner. "You good?" I asked him.

Deeks responded with a "Yeah," and reached down to remove the tape from his ankles. I had stood up and offered him a hand to help stand him up. Sam and Callen were over by us now. Callen cleared and safed Fields' Springfield .45.

"You guys alright? You mobile?" Sam asked.

Deeks responded for the both of us, "Never better. I'm good."

Sam, converting back to his SEAL self urgently told us, "We shut down the elevators, so he is limited to the stairs. You two take the south stairwell, we'll take the north."

Both of us didn't respond to Sam's order, we just moved towards the exit door. Upon opening the door I looked up and Deeks looked down, trying to see or hear if Caldwell was in there. Looking for movement or the sound of a footfall. Silence was all we heard. In my ear I heard Callen, "We got 'em. He is heading down the North Stairwell. Passing the 44th floor. Try and cut him off."

I looked over at Deeks. "He's headed down. Let's head him off; he's got a head start." And I turned and started going down the stairs three at a time. Deeks was right behind me.

Concentrating on not taking a spill and biting a stair, I barely heard the report of gunshots from the other stairwell. They were loud shots, not a 9mm, so it had to have been Buck's .45. I kept taking stairs three at a time, waiting to hear something from Callen or Sam.

"Matt, we are good. We just got a little too close and he turned on us. That should give you a chance to get ahead of him," Callen told me.

"Copy that, we are BUSTER (Pilot slang for hauling ass)." Talking over my shoulder to Deeks, "Three more floors and we should be ahead of him."

We took the last three floors in no time and I kicked open the exit door with my foot and sprinted down the hall to the other stairwell entrance. The cleaning crew on this floor stared at Deeks and I as we sprinted through. In seconds we were at the door to the North Stairwell.

I put my ear up to the door and listened. I could hear heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and I put my hand on the door lever. I looked back at Deeks. He had his weapon up and ready. As the noise got closer to the door I flung the door open with my body as hard as I could, bracing it with my shoulder.

The rapid door opening caught Buck square in the face, a loud "Umph" could be heard. The steel door instantly broke his nose and orbital bone under his left eye. Buck dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes, unconscious. Deeks came around me with his weapon pointing at Buck but realized it wasn't necessary. I stood over Buck and said out loud, "Good night, Gracie." Sam and Callen came down the stairs right then. They both looked down and chuckled.

"Nice job, you two," Sam told us as he bent over to check on Buck, clearing and safing his .45. "Let's get him checked out and over to the boatshed. We need to have a little chat with him. Nell and Eric are heading over to get into his network to find out what they can. Come on, help me pick him up."

Deeks, over in the corner, bent over taking in deep breaths, dryly said, "Yeah, guys, I'm good...got a little beat up here...no, I don't need a medic…. but thanks for asking." The three of us just rolled our eyes and headed out the door.

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