Walking into OSP, Sam and Callen were arguing about a movie they had seen the night before. Kensi had wanted some girl time and before Callen knew it he was on his way to the movies with his partner, leaving his wife at home with a tub of chocolate ice-cream and a chick flick.
"It was just unrealistic, why would you jump out of a moving car when all you had to do was step on the breaks?" Callen was clearly unimpressed with the stunts of the action film.
"It's an action film G, it's not suppose to be realistic, and it's supposed to be entertaining." Sam, who had been struggling to explain this on the drive there, was near breaking point. Walking over to his desk and sitting down, before he began digging into his huge stack to paperwork.
"Where's Kensi?" Said Callen as he looked over to find her desk empty.
"I'm here." Walking over to her desk, Kensi stopped before dropping a stack of paper on her chair, walking over to Sam and Callen's desks and copying the action both received a stack of pink paper on their own piles.
"What's with the pink?"Sam looked down at the papers with both curiosity and disgust.
"Hetty wanted to save paper, and by using all the left over paper she could find, she's saving hundreds by not ordering more."
"But it's pink." Sam didn't understand, even after Kensi's explanation.
"No one will take us seriously, writing up reports on pink paper." Callen was having a hard time believing Kensi was serious, all the while trying to defend NCIS's street-creed.
"It won't be so bad, the follow up reports are going on blue." Said Kensi in an attempt to make the boys feel more manly.
"Are you sure we don't have any cases?" Asked Callen, hoping to get away from the sea of pink.
"Not unless you were in a hit and run on the way here." Said Kensi sitting at her desk while pulling out a pen.
Both agents looked at Kensi.
"For the last time, my driving is not that bad, Eric's on the other hand." And with that thought they got started on their paperwork.
"Ms Blye, do you have a minute?" Their tiny though intimidating boss asked, standing in the middle of the bullpen. "Mr Callen, you had better be there too."
Sam and Deeks looked on in curiosity, wondering what it was their co-workers had done this time.
"Unless you want to be the subject of my hit and run I suggest that you continue with your work." Deeks and Sam rush back to work, while Hetty lead the two agents to her desk.
"Hetty we only just got the paperwork, we couldn't be finished already." Callen was trying to figure out what he had done to land himself in this much trouble.
"It's not about your paperwork Mr. Callen, would you like a cup of tea, Ms. Blye, or perhaps something stronger?" Now Kensi was worried. "Hetty it's only 10.00am."
"That may be true, but curtain circumstances sometimes need a different, if unconventional approach." By now Kensi and Callen were practically jumping out of their skin with anticipation, knowing that it was bad, but just how bad they didn't know.
"Ms. Blye, do you have an alibi for last night? Around 7pm?" Asked Hetty as she poured the tea, pausing to add milk and sugar.
"I got home at 6, Callen and Sam left around 6.30 and I went out to get dinner around 7, there should be footage of me at the local pizza place. Why are you asking?"
"Well deary," passing Kensi a cup of tea into which she splashed a bit of light brown liquid"do you remember a man called Neil Tomas? Special Agent Tomas?"
The cup rattled in Kensi's hands. "Yeah, he was the lead investigator into my dad's death."Callen reached over to steady her hands.
"Well last night Agent Tomas was murdered, and this was left at the scene." Hetty pulled out a photo of an evidence bag, showing a note inside.
"'For all those men that were wrongly accused, or set free.' What does that mean?" Callen asked after reading the note.
"I don't know Mr. Callen, but I intend to find out. For now, take Ms. Blye home, she is strictly hands off, and she doesn't look up to driving." One look at Kensi proved Hetty's thought. Kensi was white as a sheet and shaking slightly, she hadn't taken her eyes off of the photo since Hetty had brought it out.
"Hey, Kenz?" Callen bent down in front of her placing his hands on her knees and looked into her eyes. "I'm gonna take you home, why don't I meet you in the car, I'm just going to grab our stuff and tell the guys what to do, okay?" It wasn't until Kensi nodded that Callen realised just how much this was affecting her, and just how scared he was seeing her like this.
Callen drove them home in silence, knowing that it was best just to let Kensi process it in her own time, not to push anything out of her. It wasn't until they were sitting on their couch that she finally showed singes that she could talk.
"He accused me." Callen was so shocked to hear he talking that he almost missed what was said.
"He accused me of killing him, my dad. I got home about an hour before they arrived. I was asleep; I had been out with my friends having fun while my father was murdered. I got home went to bed and hoped that dad wouldn't suspect I'd been out. Next thing I know is someone's banging on the door, asking for my mother." Callen put an arm around her.
"They hadn't even bothered to check his file before going out, they hadn't even bothered to check if he had a wife, let alone if she was still alive. They accused me of breaking in, they said that Richard Blye didn't have a daughter, they made me show them ID, and then didn't apologise, and they just said that dad was dead then didn't say how or why."
"Who was this, the cops?" Callen had never heard the whole story into her father's death, and hearing this little bit told him why. It was like his time in foster homes, something you acknowledged because it happened, but not something you dwell on. He knew from experience that people, or agencies that played by these rules, showing no compassion or sensitivity, they were the ones with the worse results, and the most lawsuits.
"Special Agent Tomas." She said as the tears finally came out, falling down her face and soaking her shirt. By the time Callen had pulled her into his arms she was sobbing openly, no caring what he thought, what anyone thought. "He was NCIS."
