Hetty's office

'Oh hey. I heard you were back. What do you need?' Deeks said.

'Nice to see you too, Mr. Deeks. Take a seat please.' Hetty replied.

He sat down.

'Am I in trouble?' Deeks asked.

'No. I just wanted to see how you've been these last few months.' Hetty replied.

Deeks started to talk, then at 1 point, accidently blurted out Kirken's post mortem gift.

'Oh, wow. That's definitely something.'

'Oh shoot. I didn't mean to say that, I swear. I'm not turning into a criminal, I, literally didn't even want his organization!' Deeks stuttered.

'And how did you know how you had gained control of his organization?'

'His gang of Igors beach napped me and told me.'

'Oh. Sorry to hear that. Were you okay? And what do you plan on doing with this organization?' Hetty asked.

'I was okay. As for what I plan on doing with the organization, I, really don't know. Like, I'm a federal agent, and I'm in charge of a criminal organization! How does that make sense?!' Deeks said.

'Well, as long as you don't plan on becoming a criminal mastermind, I don't have a problem with this. But, if you want my advice, try to think of why Kirken might have wanted you to leave you his legacy.'

'That's easy. He had a bizarre crush on me, tried to abduct me from my own wedding, made me model the most ridiculous clothes in all of mankind. For all I know, this was just 1 last attempt to laugh at me from the grave.' Deeks said.

'Hmm. Maybe think of something else. Like, This is your organization now. You choose what you want it to be.'

'That, sounds very wise. I'll think that over.'

'Good. And, I saw those pics of you in those ridiculous clothes, and I loved them! (snicker)'. Hetty said.

Looking mortified, 'Aw man. Did Kensi show them to you?!'

Grinning, 'Oh yeah. And, That's the hardest I've laughed in a very long time!

'Groan. I hope Kirken is enjoying this.' Deeks thought to himself.