Some people are special. They say with you throughout your life, and sometimes after it. Kensi would never forget her father, the way he laughed, talked and even the way he yelled. Though sometimes she believed the bad to outweigh the good, the memory of his death, of not knowing, was sometimes more powerful than any of the good memories she had.
Waking up the next morning, she tried to convince herself it had just been a dream. That her mind had just remembered this horrible man and decided that death was a better alternative for someone like him.
Neil Thomas had haunted her dreams for many years, sometimes he would reapire telling her that her father was dead over and over, other times he would be telling her of someone else's death, the one constant, the one thing the same was it was always in the cruel calculating manner of his. The way in which he would always suspect the family more than the enemies. The way in which he would always suspect her more than any other leads.
Callen looked at his wife, her words from last night still turning in his brain, "He was NCIS," over the years Callen had worked with many different agencies and many different agents, but one thing remained constant, the pain in which he inflected by telling the victims that their loved one wouldn't be coming home, that they would only ever see them again in a wooden box. He knew that it was not only the hardest thing to hear, but also to say.
Sighing as he picked up his phone and walked out of their bedroom as not to wake Kensi sighing again when he looked at the caller id, Hetty.
"Callen."
"Mr. Callen, how is Ms. Blye doing? Do you think it would be wise to leave her at home?"
"Hetty I don't know, I've never seen her like this before, she's upset, reliving all her nightmares and fears, I don't think that she would do anything if she's left alone, and I really don't think that taking her into the office is a good idea." Callen looked at the door to their bedroom from his spot on the couch, it was almost 8.30 and Kensi was still asleep.
"I suggest that you let her sleep, you Mr. Callen I expect at the office within the hour." She had hung up before Callen got the chance to ask how Hetty knew that Kensi was still asleep, some questions you just aren't suppose to ask.
"Callen, how's Kensi?" Sam greeted his partner at the door, both hoping to arrive in time to miss the writhe of Hetty.
"She's good, still sleeping, she had a tough night." Opening the door for Sam as they prepared mentally for the day ahead of them, investigating the death of one of their own always hurt, even when you couldn't stand the man, it was the principle of the matter, someone illing to give his life for his country was killed by someone who was soulless.
"She's tough, she'll be ok." Sam said slapping Callen on the back as they parted ways at the bullpen.
"I hope so." Callen muttered as he sat down and went over the Tomas case file, someone had put it in his in-tray. "This may be worse than we thought."
"Mr. Callen, Mr. Hanna, the director is on line and he would rather he wasn't kept waiting." At the sound of the little smurf's voice both agents jumped into action, running up to the control centre in a hurry in order to not piss off their boss's boss.
"Agents Hanna, and Callen, Deeks was just telling me about this letter left at the scene, I'm sure you agree it's an important piece of evidence, one that should be looked into in with the upmost care and determination." With that the director brought his hands over his neck in a cutting motion and the connection was terminated.
"Did he say anything else?" Callen was a little put off at the bluntness in which the director dealt with the death of one of their own; again, while he felt no connection to Tomas, he still felt that as a federal agent his death should mean more to his boss. Apparently not.
"The director and Mr. Tomas had a complicated relationship. The director accused him of improper tactics, both with his suspects and his witnesses." Hetty motion for Eric to pass out the files they had on Tomas.
"Yeah, Kenz told me of how she first met Tomas, and from that all I can say is the man needed to attend one of those sensitivity lectures. He accused Kenz of killing her dad." The room wasn't surprised. "What am I missing?" Callen wasn't in the loop, and he didn't like it.
"Yesterday after you and Kensi went home we had a look at Tomas's files. There were some pretty big names in their if you catch my drift, and I mean big as in... well why don't you have a look." Deeks walked up to the wall covering touch screens, after highlighting a few key points he stepped back and let Callen observe the information.
"Killers, hired killers, there are about fifteen different cases he was involved in, all involving a hit of some kind, not one of them was made to stick to the real killer, more or less Tomas has allowed the real killer to go free and pretended to fall for the frame up." Sam summarised for Callen.
"How do you know that they were frame up's?" Callen wasn't convinced that the case could be solved in such a neat package. "He could have been a really bad agent, and if it was true how come no one has noticed this before?"
"Every one of these cases, the judge and the prosecutor were later found to have mob ties or to have been payed-off, and the juries were given false evidence and left in a confused state about the defenders innocence. They were fixed trials, and on one realised until now." Deeks continued were Sam left off, leaving little to no doubt in Callen's mind that his team had done their research and was right.
"Do we know who they were working for?"
"A man that goes by the name, Tony Simpson, though he was killed in a car accident last year, so we're looking into his second-in-command, a man called Jackson Gear. We found an address and the search warrant should be here in minutes." Eric finished for the team, leaving Callen feeling a little obsolete.
"Mr Callen, bring him in as a suspect in the investigation to Special Agent Tomas's death, search his apartment and bring back his computer for Mr. Beal to look over." Hetty finished in her dismissing manner, prompting the agents to leave.
"Right now that you have all told me how to do my job, or have done it for me, there's only one thing left for me to do. I'm driving!" Callen called over his shoulder, and with that the team minus Kensi was off to track down their suspect, with Callen at the wheel.
