Dorothy Miller was going for her daily walk; it was really good to stretch your legs a bit even if you couldn't go very far. But as long as she still had her legs, she would do it. Nothing much stopped her.

She nodded to all those who she knew as she slowly made her way through the neighbourhood. It was a lot of people but her mind was still sharp even if her body wasn't so she remembered each and every one of them. Everyone seemed to appreciate it. It was amazing what remembering a name did.

She came to a sudden standstill and looked around her. Not seeing what she was expecting to, she frowned. Where was that nice, young man with the incredibly untidy hair? She'd seen him almost every day for the past few weeks. But he wasn't here now. That was worrying. This wasn't the best of places to go 'missing' in. It never ended up well.

Well, there was only one thing for it. Dorothy set her jaw and turned herself around to go down a different street than usual.

Those nice men in uniform should be able to help her.

Present Day

"Wait," Callen interrupted, holding his hand up and frowning. "How do you know all this?"

"Um, it kind of happened to me," Deeks retorted.

"But you weren't with her at that point. How do you know what she was doing?"

"That's a good point," Kensi added, looking a bit anxious. "You currently had a gun pointed at your face."

And she wasn't very appreciative of being left hanging on that point. He was her partner. Okay, at this point in the story he wasn't and he was obviously alive and well right now but that didn't mean that she wasn't concerned for his wellbeing!

"Better not be more of your 'artistic license'," Sam grumbled.

"Nah," Deeks shook his head. "This all was in the report that I was given later and Bates filled me in on the interview she gave."

"So, there is a good bit of artistic license," Sam said suspiciously.

Deeks shrugged. "All the facts are there and I'm not going to list it like bullet points. That ruins the flow."

"Right," Sam said sceptically. "Can you keep the flow-" he made inverted commas with his fingers, "-without doing it from an old lady's point of view?"

"It is a bit weird," Callen agreed.

"I'm just getting into character," Deeks informed them and then added smugly, "It's something I'm very good at."

Kensi took this opportunity to roll her eyes, she hadn't done that in a while.

"We're all good at getting into character," she retorted. "It's kind of our jobs."

"Then you should all appreciate what I'm trying to do here!"

"This better add something to the story," Sam threatened."

Her partner gave him an insulted look. "Of course, it adds something to the story."

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"I'm going to add that something now," Deeks said hurriedly.

"Ma'am, I said we'll look into it," Detective Jorsten told her in exasperation.

Dorothy scoffed at the rude young man, honestly, they let anyone into the Police Force these days. In her day it was a place of privilege and honour. You did your job well. She eyed him up and down. Apparently, that wasn't the case anymore.

"I know what that means, young man," she scolded them. "I refuse to be passed along like some parcel."

"Then, what do you want me to do?"

She sniffed. There was really no need for him to take that tone with her. That was just rude.

"I want you to do something for this young man."

"And we will, ma'am," he told her in an attempt at a soothing tone (it grated at her ears). "But you have to understand that that area has a particularly high number of homeless people and they don't hang about for long. He's probably left the area and is long gone."

A frustrated noise left her. Seriously? What were the standards for getting in here? They were obviously quite low if this man was meant to be a 'fine example'.

"You aren't listening to me Detective Jorsten," she poked a finger at his chest as he rolled his eyes at her, oh, he was asking for it now. "I told you. This man was not homeless. I know the homeless of that area. I give them cookies-" cue another disrespectful eye roll, "-this man was definitely not one of them."

"Then he could have just been with friends and now he's back home!"

"And what if he's not?" she demanded.

"Jorsten!" Another man barked, giving her quite the fright. "Behave!"

The younger man jumped almost to attention.

"Yes, sir!"

The other man walked across the office and held out his hand for her to shake. "Lieutenant Bates, ma'am," he introduced himself. "I hope you're getting the help you require?"

She pursed her lips. "Not necessarily, I'm sorry to say Lieutenant."

He clapped a hand on the Detective's shoulder.

"I'm sure Detective Jorsten here will remedy that, won't you, Detective?"

"Yes, sir," he grumbled.

"Good," Lieutenant Bates said brightly and then turned to her, "My office is right over there if you need further assistance, ma'am."

"Thank you," she said primly.

He nodded at then both and gave Detective Jorsten one last pointed stare before walking off.

As soon as the Lieutenant was out of sight Detective Jorsten took a deep breath and put his head in his hands. There was silence between them for a few seconds before he took a deep breath and looked at her again.

"Do you even have a name?"

"Well, no," she admitted, frowning. "Oh, I'm sure he told me it but my memory's not what it used to be."

"Description?"

"Oh, I'm not too good at that."

A groan escaped him. Dorothy frowned at him; it wasn't like he had done any work yet.

"Don't you have those cameras in the streets you could use?"