Happy 2016!

"Now if you're feelin' kinda low 'bout the dues you've been paying, future's coming much too slow," Kensi hums, moving quickly and methodically from one corner of the abandoned operating room to the other. Her singing is in a low soft tone, low enough to not wake her sleeping partner or rattle the two analysts hunched in the corner. For her, it's a coping method that she hasn't used since her father's death. Her father had introduced the song to her before going on leave when she was six years old- Your dad's a big fan of Boston's Peace of Mind, sweetheart. Mom will play the song anytime you feel sad while I'm gone.

"It's not working, Dad," Kensi whispers, shaking her head slightly. Dr. Andrews had left to drop by his office over half an hour ago. She had originally given the man a twenty minute leeway in returning from his office- it didn't take her the full twenty minutes before panic began seeping through her calm composure. She jumps and shakes her hands while continuing her singing, "And you wanna run but somehow you just keep on stayin', Can't decide on which way to go- crap!"

In the center of the room, Kensi can see her partner lying nearly still on an older hospital bed that had already been sitting covered in dust in the unused room when they had first arrived. Moving him to the basement hadn't been entirely hard but she can remember the blank look in Deeks' eyes as they had traveled down the hallway leading from the ICU to the elevator.

It felt like marching towards death.

Kensi shakes her hands to get her mindset back towards the song. She begins moving from end to end with the full intent to sing Peace of Mind until Andrews walks back through the door, but she's stopped by Nell.

"Kensi, I know that you're stressed and everything," Nell suddenly calls from a corner of the room. The redhead tilts her head slightly to the side, masking any possible fear she could have under Kensi's sudden glare in her direction. "But you need to sit and calm down-"

"Andrews isn't coming back and I don't think it's because of a sudden change of mind," Kensi states coolly, "Something is wrong- something is always wrong!"

"Ok." Nell nods to Eric, who rises from his seat and quietly moves towards Deeks' bedside. Nell calmly takes in a breath, letting her shoulders rise and fall slowly before speaking up again, "You can't lose hope, Kensi. Deeks needs you to not lose hope."

The agent scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Callen and Sam are gone, Hetty is gone, Granger is gone, Andrews is gone and I haven't been able to contact my mom. When and where the hell am I supposed to have hope?"

"Do it for Deeks, alright?"

Kensi shuts her eyes tight and nods her head in agreement slightly. Without opening her eyes, she mutters, " Ok, ok, ok…we just need to –um- continue sitting tight until Andrews comes back or someone calls."

"Just like how we planned. We can't lose hope right now, Kens," Nell nods to Eric, who's holding the Sig P229 that Nell had been walking him through for emergency. The comforting smile from both analysts eases her fears for a moment; a moment filled with a hesitant smile and the hundredth glance to her partner she's given in the last few hours.

It's a foolish move, in the agent's eyes, as seconds later, the small room is suddenly covered in complete darkness. Eric lets out a rather expected yelp in surprise, Nell immediately draws her weapon and Kensi bolts to her partner's side.

"I think I can hear the backup generators," Nell calls out. "Power outage?"

"A power outage? No, no, no-this isn't a coincidence," Kensi mutters, "Someone's here for Deeks."

A ringing- a blatantly harsh ringing- wakes Callen.

It's more so the painful throbbing in his head that wakes the agent, but the ringing is what really pulls Callen into reality. He's lying on his back on a cold metal floor with his wrists and ankles handcuffed. The agent blinks a few times as he scans the dark room, thinking, Gaa….where am I? It looks like I'm in some kind of a room, can't be bigger than a…than a cell. Where's Sam?

"Sam….Sam…." Callen hisses. The last thing he remembers of Sam is leaving him in the evidence locker before everything had gone dark. "Sam!"

"I'm here," Callen hears from behind him. He rolls onto his back and turns his head to the right to see Sam sitting on his ankles with his hand cuffed behind his back. Surprisingly the left sleeve on Sam's shirt has droplets of blood that don't match the cut on his right ear.

"What happened to you?" Callen grunts as he attempts rolling onto his stomach.

"It's a bit of a blur. I remember I got a few hits on Cooley but someone hit me on the back of the head," Sam states. He groans at the thought of Cooley, "We screwed up, man."

"Yep. How long have you been up? Did you see any kind of camera or mic? Because I'm pretty sure this is a traditional jail cell."

Sam makes a scowl that his partner can see faintly though the darkness. "Before we even get to that, we're chained to the damn floor, G. How in the hell do you get this is a traditional jail cell?"

"Are we really going to have this argument?"

Sam sighs loudly in response that's followed by a silence between the pair. After a minute or so passes, Sam speaks up again, "We failed him. We were supposed to protect Deeks and we failed him. I know Kensi can protect them to a point but….they're in trouble if it's just her and Nell protecting him."

Now on his knees, Callen suddenly quiets when he suddenly feels a slight movement under his knees. His eyes open and looks up at Sam in disbelief. "I think that was a…..we're in a vehicle."

"G, I….that actually makes sense. I thought I was concussed."

"Wait, why would we be transported somewhere?" Callen scans the room for any signs of a door or a latch. "If the White Ghost wanted us dead, he would have killed us when Cooley and the others. The White Ghost wants something back from Deeks which I'm beginning to think is more personal than we think. We're collateral damage- if the White Ghost wanted to hit Deeks hard, he would go after Kensi. So why are we here?"

Sam gives a defeated look and replies, "He has two federal agents in captivity and that alone could make him a lot of money. Whatever he plans to do, he doesn't need us to be in Los Angeles."