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I do believe in Ghost Part 6

Deeks was still awake long after Kensi had drifted off. There was still no word on when she was leaving. She was told to pack her bag and be ready to leave sometime within the next 48 hrs. The couple had spent their evening "productively". But they also made plans for securing the overwatch spray and planting some small GPS bugs on various articles of Kensi's clothing. Being once a part of the CIA had its perks and they "might" have secured some parting gifts from their time away. And unbeknownst to his bride, Deeks had Nell resurrect an alias she had created for him when they were "dead". They did not have to use it, so Nell hid it away. He was not going to just let his wife jet off to parts unknown. Good news, Nell agreed. She set everything up and sent the details to his "Nell special laptop" that he used to stay away from prying CIA and now OSP eyes. He hated the subterfuge with his own coworkers but he trusted very few folks - Kensi and Nell of course, but there was now one other newfound kindred spirit that fit into the group. Damon Werth from Matthews Consulting. They had stayed in touch and he was going to need all the trusted help he could get.

He laid still for a few more minutes. His mind going over the email that Kensi had sent to Simon.

Jack,

Your email was quite a surprise and I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to get back to you. As you apparently found out, I'm an agent with NCIS and I was involved with a case that kept me off the grid for a few days. I want to help you and as luck would have It, I'll be coming to the region soon to follow up with an asset from a previous case. Seems there has been chatter regarding a threat and I want to make sure this person is protected. I will let you know my plans when they're finalized. In the meantime I have included the number of a personal SAT phone so if you need to get hold of me in a hurry use it.

Stay safe

Kensi

Deeks hoped that would be enough to draw Jack out. Hetty had given Kensi an encrypted SAT phone that was untraceable. Only Migs, Ira and Hetty had the number. Kensi gave the number to Deeks who then gave it to Nell. Deeks rolled to his side and made sure his wife was still asleep. Satisfied she was, he stole from their bed and skulked to their closet. He slowly opened the door and quietly opened his gun safe. Inside was a set of fully encrypted SAT phones he had purchased during their CIA stint. He programmed Kensi's OSP SAT number into it. Nell had his SAT number in case of emergencies. Being it was only midnight, he knew the person he was going to call would be up and about. After all, Afghanistan is 10 1/2 hours ahead of them. He took his phone with him to the living room and dialed one of the pre-programmed numbers. It rang once and suddenly a familiar voice filled his ear. "Deeks! How the hell are you?"

"I'm good Werth, but I come a begging for a huge favor."

"Talk to me. Is Kensi okay?" Damon Werth had come to like and respect the couple. He was impressed with their skills and, to be honest, was a tad jealous of Deeks. He had a beautiful, deadly partner who was also his wife and they worked flawlessly together. It's not often in this job you could have it all. Mr. & Mrs. Deeks were very lucky!

"Kensi's fine but headed your way - without me. Do you know anything about someone called 'the White Ghost'?" Deeks hoped that Werth was still well connected.

The low growl emanating from the other end gave him his answer. "Yeah, I know of him. Been trying to find him. He's 'interfered' with a couple of Matthews' projects and I'm helping Migs trap him. Migs let me know there was a new plan being formulated but wouldn't tell me what it was yet. All he would tell me was that a newly discovered insider was on their way over." Deeks knew the moment Werth connected the dots. "Wait! Kensi? How does she fit in?"

"Once upon a time they were engaged. His name is Jack Simon. The S.O.B. actually sent her an email asking for help. Ira and Migs jumped all over the opportunity. The only hitch was that she's coming without me."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY THINKING! Don't they know by now that you and Kensi work better together? And her ex fiancée? Is she going to have her head in the game? What the hell man! Why didn't you put your foot down and demand to go?"

Deeks frustration was evident in his answer to Werth. "I tried man. But Migs and Ira both stood steadfast with my not participating and Hetty told me I couldn't go because I was just a cop and not an agent. So I had no choice. That's why I'm calling you. I was hoping that maybe you could find a way to get me over there so I could watch my partner's back."

"I tell you what Deeks. Let me talk to Mathews and see what I can do. How long before your wife leaves?"

"Sometime within the next 48 hours, I think. Nothing was really set up yet. But all the higher ups want her to leave sooner rather than later so I'm sure it will be fairly soon."

"Okay. I'll make some calls and get back to you. Keep your SAT phone close. We'll set up our own plans. I got your back brother."

"FYI, I won't be coming as Marty Deeks. A close, talented friend, set up an alias for me complete with passport during the Cherokee op. I still have it. No one knows about it, with the exception of my wife, and she will already be gone. Also, here is Kensi's OSP SAT phone number. Officially only Ira, Migs and Hetty have the number. Kensi, being a good wife, gave me the number and I gave it to Nell Jones, she will be a point of contact if you need tech or analysis help, and now you have the number so keep it close."

"Sounds good Marty. I'll talk to you later brother." Werth disconnected the call. Deeks felt lighter about his plan but not happy about the lie he was going to tell his wife. But it's the only way he could be with her and protect her. Just knowing he's going to be close to his love made him feel better. Deeks put the SAT phone into his work bag and crept back into the bedroom where he crawled back into bed with his wife.

Kandahar Province

As he entered the cave he stopped to allow his eyes to adjust from just leaving the bright sunlit valley. Once he could see again he moved forward quietly. "You're late Miller." Captain Miller paused as the voice approached him.

"I was delayed at camp, Jack. I think you will understand when I fill you in."

Jack Simon had made a wise choice in hiring Captain Ryan Miller. He met him during a debrief and felt that Miller was less than satisfied with how the military was operating in the region. When he heard that he was elevated to personal assistant to the new base commander, he knew he had an opportunity to get inside and keep a better handle on what the new base commander had planned for him.

"So fill me in." Jack watched Miller walk towards the fire and sit down.

"Morales has someone coming in from the states. Apparently someone who knows you? Agent Kensi Blye from NCIS? The plan is for her to draw you out and capture you." Miller watched as Jack's hands balled into a fist. Miller was surprised. "Wait. Jack, you actually know her?"

"Yeah, I know her. We were engaged once, thought she was cute, okay in bed. She wanted the happily ever after. I didn't but I didn't know how to get out of it gracefully so we got engaged to get her off my back. I thought it would add to my cover as a good, honorable marine if I had a girl waiting for me at home. The higher ups bought it. I volunteered for multiple assignments so I would be away from her. Win-win as far as I was concerned. When I was injured and sent she became all clingy and pushing for a wedding date. I needed to get out. My my connections over here started paying off. So I played the PTSD card. She was so busy trying to "save" me that I was able to sneak away. Never looked back. As I was doing a background check on Morales I came across a file marked 'Cherokee'. That's when her name popped up. Never took her for the agent type but you just never know. I emailed her to see if she would be willing to help me get out of here. Haven't heard back from her yet. Maybe she's on to me?" Jack was pacing around the campfire.

"So how do you want to handle this?"

"For now, just keep your eyes and ears open. I'm hoping Kensi gets back to me. Once you know that a definite plan is in place get back to me. One way or the other, Kensi Blye will be my ticket out of here." With that Jack left the cave. Miller sat there staring into the fire. It was one thing to throw wrenches into missions and make money. But he did not like how Jack looked when he said that Agent Blye would be his ticket out. Miller hoped Jack meant what he said about not having feelings for her and hoped he doesn't have to take matters into his own hands. He liked the money he was making and wasn't about to let a scorned fiancé break things up. Miller doused the fire and made sure there were no traces of this meeting. He then made his way out of the cave and back to base camp.

OSP

"NO Mr. Deeks! You will not go to Afghanistan! For the last time, the mission calls for one federal agent and that's who is going!" Hetty stood erect and glared fiercely at her liaison.

Deeks was equally defiant. "Yes Hetty, you have made that abundantly clear the last few days. I'm 'just a cop' a liaison to OSP. And yet, I've been doing the same job as the other members of your elite team. And now, all of a sudden I'm 'just a cop'? THAT'S MY PARTNER! I need to be with her!"

Sam put his hand on Deeks' shoulder and tried to calm him, "You're too emotional Deeks. Let Kensi do this. Her sense of duty will see her through the mission."

Deeks shrugged Sam's hand off of him. "Sense of duty Sam? Kensi runs on as much emotion as the rest of us. Or have you forgotten? The first time was Talbot. Where was her sense of duty then? Which had stirred up all her feelings about Jack. The second time was Astrid? Which rehashed her time living on the streets. And the last time was her father's killer. When I finally caught up with her at her Mom's house she told me she had every intention of killing whoever had killed her father. Tell me of her sense of duty Sam! There isn't one agent standing here right now that hasn't let their emotions rule them during a mission. Take you for instance Sam. You broke out of jail at the start of the Sidirov mission. That was all emotion running through your veins. You were worried about your wife. That's no different than my feelings right now! Even the great Henrietta Lange let her emotions overrule her sense of duty. She went to Romania and gave herself over to the Comescu family to protect Callen. Sense of duty? That was emotion! And then there's Callen. When given a direct order by Director Vance and then Operations Manager, Lauren Hunter, who willingly gave up his shield and service weapon to go get her. Again, sense of duty? No way in hell! That was all emotion. And we all followed him. That was all emotion! So you all tell me one more time why I can't go! Bunch of hypocrites, the lot of you!" Deeks blew out a breath as he turned and left OPS. The team just stood looking at each other wondering what the hell just happened.

Kensi heard the argument going on while she was in the armory packing. She had thought Deeks had settled down about the whole thing - apparently not. She decided to stay out of the fray and let him fight this battle even though she knew that they were better together. But if she could capture Jack, maybe then she could get him the help he needed. She paused. Maybe her husband was right. Maybe this was emotional. But wasn't it also duty to capture a spy? Just because she wanted to capture him alive, didn't make it all about emotions. Beside, Deeks would have her back through Overwatch and the bugs that were planted on various pieces of her clothing and equipment. Not quite having him right there with her but as he once told her, even if he wasn't right there, he would still be with her, watching over her. Kensi finished packing her gear and brought it to the bullpen. Hopefully her partner had settled down.

Basecamp

Miller walked into the commander's office. Morales looked up. "Agent Blye will be arriving tomorrow at 1600 at Kandahar Airport.

"She's not coming via military transport?" This made no sense to the captain.

"No. We can't chance a leak to Simon. She is known at both Pendleton and Coronado. She will be traveling under the name 'Mrs. Melissa Warring'. I want you to meet her and bring her directly to me. Speak to no one about this. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal, sir." With that Miller saluted and left. He made a quick stop to requisition a Humvee and started out. 20 minutes away from camp, he pulled over and made a call. The captain listened and then hung up. He wouldn't want to keep Mrs. Warring waiting.

LAX

Kensi insisted to Hetty that Deeks was to drive her to the airport alone. She needed to make sure her husband was okay after what she heard today and she was still not happy that he was not going on the mission with her. Deeks was silent during the drive but did hold her hand but Kensi could see the wheels turning.

Right before she left the mission Kensi had pulled Nell aside. "Promise me you'll take care of him. Don't let him do anything stupid. Please?" Nell nodded but said nothing. She never could lie to her friend and she was afraid she would spill Deeks' plan. Kensi was too preoccupied to notice. So Nell pulled her into a hug and promised to watch Deeks. Kensi then left to gather her gear and leave for the airport.

Both showed their badges and made their way to the gate. Deeks still had not said much and that worried her.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She nudged his hip with hers. She then saw him blow out a breath, turn and gather her in his arms.

"Remember how much I love you Kensi Deeks. Even when you don't see me, I'll be right there with you. Please do what Migs tells you. No rogue antics. I don't trust Simon. Ira will be there in a couple of days." He squeezed her tighter. "Do you have all your numbers programmed into your SAT phone?" Kensi nodded. "Kens, if you sense this thing going sideways, please call me or Nell. I need you to promise me that."

"I promise. And you need to promise me not to do something stupid and play nice until I get home.. I will contact you every chance I get. Please trust me and Migs and Ira. I want to get this done quickly and come home. Do you trust me?" Kensi looked into his eyes, willing him to believe her.

"I trust you and I love you to the moon and back." Just then they heard the announcement for her flight. Deeks kissed his wife deeply and left her go to the gate. He hoped that she will forgive him for what he was about to do. It's not because he didn't trust her. He didn't trust Simon. Once Kensi disappeared, he made his way to a private airport Werth told him about. Nell had sent his bag and gear ahead from his house so as not to alert his wife.

Deeks arrived at the terminal for Matthews Consulting. As he got out of his car, he heard someone shout his name. He looked up to see Tony Matthews approaching him. The men shook hands. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"Werth told me what was going on and I wanted to make sure you didn't need anything else. I owe you and your wife for what you did. And maybe I'm still hoping you'll come work for me." Matthews was very impressed with both Deeks and had tried several times to get them to join his firm.

"Tony, today is not a good day to ask. I am angry enough with NICS to say yes. And that kind of decision needs to be made with my wife. But let's talk again after we get back and my head is clear. Seriously though, I can't thank you enough for all of this. You are good people and I know Simon has gotten in your way so I am happy to take the bastard out for you." Deeks followed Matthews toward his private jet.

"All your gear is aboard and I added a couple of other toys you might need. Werth will meet you. He gave me all your contact info and your tech, Miss Jones also shared what she had. Go get your wife, we have you covered. And thanks for your help. Jack Simon is a pariah and needs to be stopped." Matthews shook Deeks hand and both reached in for a bro-hug. Tony slapped Deeks on the back and watched as his friend boarded the jet. With one final wave, the steps were raised and the engines roared to life. Deeks sat back, buckled his seatbelt and closed his eyes. Deeks felt a hand gently nudge him. His first instinct was to reach for his weapon. "Mr. Deeks." He opened his eyes to see the Co-Pilot standing next to his seat. "Damon Werth wanted me to give you this envelope. Also, there is a fully stocked fridge in the galley if you get hungry. He insisted that there be plenty of ginger ale." Marty thanked the man as he went back to the cockpit. Deeks opened the envelope and read:

"Marty,

There is a duffle bag in the back of the plane filled it with Afghani desert clothing. Anywhere we need to go will be on horseback and we need to be able to blend in among the locals. Put them on before leaving the plane. Please don't worry too much about Kensi. I trust Migs and Ira but I share your concern. We will keep her safe. You have my promise.

Werth"

Marty put the note back in the envelope, reclined his seat. As he drifted back to sleep he was grateful that he thought to reach out to his friend.