Author's Note: Yea, so I forgot to do a disclaimer and an author's note yesterday on chapter 1 because I uploaded at like 6:00 in the morning (which is waaaaay earlier than I normally get up for school) and that's just what happens. :P The first chapter was REALLY bad! I also realized that there weren't any character names like Kensi said or anything like that. I am really sorry for that, but this was the first thing that I ever wrote, I just uploaded my other stories first. There are 6 or 7 chapters in this book, and I have tried to fix the rest of them! Again, sorry about the horrible first chapter! Please read and review! Love yall! Oh and thanks so much to SunnyCitrus10 for the helpful and sweet review!

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS and I promise that I'll give them back when I'm done! :)

Chapter 2

"Sooo... What's this guy's name?" Deeks asked.

"Uhhh…here it is. Bertrand Beaupré." Kensi said.

"Hah! I bet that guy got made fun of in school!" Deeks laughed.

"He went to school in France where everyone has names like that. You aren't talking to him, either. We are going in now before you say something else stupid." Kensi stated.

"You're the boss My Sweet!" Deeks replied.

"Ugh. Hi. NCIS. We are here looking for Bertrand Beaupré?" Kensi asked politely.

"He's in that room right back there. But he doesn't like to be bothered. I don't mean to be rude, but I don't want you both to get yelled at." The hostess said.

"Don't worry, we get a lot worse than that." Deeks reassured.

"Mr. Beaupré? We would like to ask you a few questions. I'm NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye and this is LAPD Detective Marty Deeks." Kensi said.

"I'm busy trying to prepare for the dinner crowd. Go away." Mr. Beaupre barked.

"No. We can talk the easy way or the hard way. You stand watch, Deeks." Kensi said.

"What's the hard way?" Deeks yelped.

"Anyone coming Deeks?" Kensi asked eagerly.

"All clear Kens." Deeks played along.

"Wait! Fine. Can we talk somewhere else, though?" Mr. Beaupre yelped.

"Fine. C'mon Fern. Torture Room 1 or 2?" Deeks questioned.

"What?" Mr. Beaupre shreiked.

"I think the boathouse is better, Deeks." Kensi said.

"Ok, but next time it is the torture room." Deeks tried.

"You have a torture room?" Mr. Beaupre asked cautiously.

"…Yes. It's in a classified location. Right Deeks?" Kensi said.

"Correct!" Deeks agreed. "Kens, I think we just scared him to death," He whispered.

"Good. Maybe he will actually be helpful now." Kensi whispered back.

-*NCIS: LA*-

"Deeks, don't let him change the station in my car!" Kensi yelled.

"He keeps complaining! What am I supposed to do?" Deeks questioned.

"I don't know! Reach in the back of my car and grab the duct tape. Like they say, silence is golden but duct tape is silver." Kensi stated. "How about this, if you can't be quiet, Mr. Beaupré, we will drop you in the latch door in the bottom of the boathouse."

"Accepted." Mr. Beaupre promptly agreed.

"Good. Now, we will listen to the pop songs and if you touch the radio station, I will break all of your fingers and then break your hand." Kensi ordered.

"Thank you Kensi! Maybe he will actually shut up now for good. Or at least until we get to the boathouse." Deeks said.

"So, Mr. Beaupre, where were you on December 7th between 12 a.m. and 4 a.m?" Kensi asked as she began the interrogation.

"I was at the restaurant preparing food for the next day. Thursday and Friday are busy days at the restaurant." Mr. Beaupre answered.

"Does the restaurant have cameras in the kitchen or anywhere for that matter?" Deeks questioned.

"Yes. If you go there, the hostess, Jenny, will give you the tapes." He complied.

"Have you seen this man before?" Kensi asked, showing him a picture.

"Yes, he comes into the restaurant every other day. We don't usually see people do that often because the prices are expensive. Although the food is delicious, not to brag, of course, seeing how I am the chef that cooks everything that's good." Beaupre stated matter-of-factly.

"You are bragging." Deeks said.

"Deeks, be nice. You, stop bragging and I won't have to hurt you. Now, did he ever start acting funny or did you see anyone with him?" Kensi asked.

"Yes, he was with someone the last four or five nights that I saw him. I assumed he was on a date or something of the sort, but he gave the woman a large stack of paperwork." Beaupre quickly answered.

"Were you able to see anything on the paperwork?" Kensi asked.

"No, but it looked confidential. They walked out to the parking lot together and that was the last I saw of them." He said.

"One more reason to look at the surveillance tapes. Did she ever pay with a credit card or check?" Deeks asked.

"We don't accept checks but she did pay with a credit card once. The gentleman made a big deal out of it. He said 'it isn't safe for the business' or something like that." Beaupre said.

"What were they involved in?" Kensi asked him.

"Was that a rhetorical question, Kens?" Deeks questioned.

"What do you think?" Kensi said.

"Shutting up. Again." He said.

"Wait, where are you going? Are you leaving me here?" Beaupre yelled as they were walking out.

"For the time permitted, yes. I would leave Deeks here to watch you, but that's not a very good idea." Kensi stated.

"Instead, I will just lock you in here and then leave these two people here to keep you in line. Their names are Eric and Nell if you need anything. Which you won't. They may not be able to injure you in any way, whatsoever, but they can wreck your credit and empty your bank accounts in a matter of minutes if you don't watch yourself. Got it?" Deeks said, making sure he understood the rules.

"Yes. Loud and clear. I probably won't even get up from this seat." Beaupre said.

"Probably?" Kensi asked him with a glare.

"Won't. I meant won't." He said timidly.

"Good. Let's go Deeks. We have an alibi to prove and an ID to find." Kensi said, walking out with Deeks.

"Coming Princess!" He said.

"One more time Deeks! I dare you! See what will happen!" Kensi told him.

"Shutting up." Deeks said as Kensi laughed to herself over her victory.

"NCIS. We need to look over security tapes

for the night of December 7." Kensi said.

"Hold on. Let me just grab the CD." The hostess, Jenny, said.

"Thank you." Kensi replied.

"Ok, here they are. The dates on the tapes go from December 4th to today, December 9th. I hope it helps!" Jenny said.

"Oh, I'm sure it will!" Deeks said smiling at the hostess.

"Deeks! If you don't come right now, I will leave you here!" Kensi yelled as she was turning around.

"Oh that wouldn't be such a bad thing now would it?" Deeks retorted, still smiling at the Jenny.

"You gonna walk back the whole 20 miles?" Kensi asked, knowing his answer.

"Hmm. No. Coming! What's your numb-" Deeks began to say.

"Deeks! Now!" Kensi ordered.

"Got it! Coming!"

"Give me her number." Deeks told Kensi.

"No." Kensi said.

"Why? Oh, I get it. Someone's a little jealous!" Deeks said.

"I see we're back in the world of Deeks."

"That hurt."

"Truth hurts."

"That hurt even more."

"How about this. I'm sorry. Is that better?"

"Did you mean it?"

"No."

"Then no. It didn't help."

"Hah! Ok, I really am sorry this time."

"Thank you. Now, give me her number."

"Fine..."

"You just ripped it! Multiple times!"

"It was for her safety."

"Now that was mean."

"I'm not saying sorry this time."

"I'm hurt."

"Ok. C'mon, maybe when we get back to OSP we can get you a candy cane off the tree."

"Are you mocking me?"

"Never."

"I want to go now."

"I'm sure you do." Kensi said as she laughed.