Author's Note: Hey yall! Thanks so much for reading this story! This is the last chapter! Thank you so muchfor sticking to reading this story! It really means a lot to me seeing as how it was my first story that I EVER wrote! Sorry it took so long to post chapter 3, which I posted yesterday! Please read and review!
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"Hey guys! What's up? Get a break in your case?"
"Maybe. We need you to check these restaurants for anything that seems off."
"Ok, we will have the info in about half an hour Callen."
"Thanks Eric."
*beepbeepbeep*
"Guys wait! You guys went to one of these yesterday."
"Which one was it?"
"Ummm… Lé Orangerie."
"We went there to interview the hostess, Jenny McCornel."
"No, you interviewed her. You wouldn't let me talk to her. Remember that Kens?"
"Seeing how it was yesterday, I'm gonna go with yes."
"Touché."
"Spell touché, Deeks."
"Touche."
"Ok. We will go pick her up now. Let's go Deeks."
"Do I get to talk to her?"
"No."
"Then I'm not going."
"So you want to stay here with Sam, Callen, and Hetty?"
"No."
"That's what I thought. Now let's go."
"Coming Princess!"
"One more time and I will throw you out of the car going 60 miles per hour. Got it?"
"No talking to the hostess. Got it."
"Good. You're learning."
"Exactly how long does this class last?"
"Depends if you pass or fail."
"Am I passing?"
"What do you think?"
"I'm failing?"
"No! Ha! Why would you say that!"
"I'm passing?"
"I don't know now."
"What?"
"I'm just kidding, Deeks!"
"Oh. Cool!"
"Haha! Just put the address in the GPS!"
"Ok. What was the address again?"
"Ugh. You are now failing. Again. The addresses are on our phones. Remember? Eric put them there."
"He didn't say that!"
"No, but he always sends the addresses to our phones!"
"Oh, I found it!"
"Good Lord."
"Are you sure that you don't want me to talk to the hostess, Kens?"
"Yes Deeks. I'm sure. You are not talking to the hostess."
"Hello! LAPD, NCIS. We need to ask you a few questions regarding James Taylor."
"Umm… sorry, I am on the clock. I-I-I can't talk right now."
"You are Jenny McCornel, right?"
"Yes, but I just can't talk right now, o.k.?
"No, not o.k. We are going to ask you a few questions whether you want us to or not. You can either come with us right now or make a big scene about why you don't want to come with the federal agents. That wouldn't be very good now would it Kens?
"No it would not Deeks."
"Fine, I'll come."
"Good. People usually run."
"But if you take me in, I want immunity."
"No."
"Then I'm not coming in."
"Yes you are. Remember, scene or no scene."
"Agents Sam and Callen will be interviewing you. They will be in shortly.
"Why do they have to interview me?"
"Because, there is a chance that my partner Kensi here will injure you."
"Not thank you."
"You're not welcome."
"Great comeback Deeks."
"Thank you Kens. Wait. Was that sarcasm?"
"One day, you'll learn."
"Oh look. Here comes Sam and Callen."
"Hey guys. Are you sure you want us to interview her? I mean, you picked her up."
"Yea, well, she doesn't exactly like us. Deeks made her mad."
"I most definitely did not make her mad."
"Ok, I made her mad. How's that, better?"
"Better."
"Yea Deeks, but it's more believable that you made her mad."
"Ha! And the truth comes out! Thank you Sam!"
"Alright. My babysitting job is done. Now I shall go scare the heck out of this person."
"Did he imply that he was babysitting us?"
"No Deeks. He implied that he was babysitting you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go get a Coke."
"Can you get me one too?"
"Are you sure that you don't want an apple juice?"
"Not funny!"
"Very funny!"
"So is that a yes or no on the Coke? Kens?... Kensi? Wait don't leave! Kens!"
"So Ms. McCornel, where were you three nights ago between the hours of 9 p.m. and 1 a.m.?
"At a bar."
"What was the name of the bar? And can anyone prove that you were there?"
"Spring Street Bar."
"What about proof?"
"I don't know if anyone saw me there!"
"No need to get snippy. Sheesh."
"Well would you be snippy if the per—nevermind."
"Please continue. Unless of course you were going to say something incriminating."
"I have nothing else to say. Are we done here?"
"I don't know, are we?"
"Yes."
"Ok then. Don't leave the city."
"Hey guys! Ballistics found something!"
"What is it Eric?"
"You kinda have to come up here to see it."
"We're coming. We'll be right there. I'll get Kensi and Deeks."
"We're right here."
"Eric wants us up in OSP."
"Ok."
"Hey guys. Ok so ballistics got a match. Same gun was used in both murders."
"Does it say who the gun is registered to?"
"Yea, registered to a Jenny McCornel."
"We just let her go from interrogation!"
"How long ago?"
"About two minutes."
"Looks like we might be chasing down a suspect after all Kens."
"Great."
"Deeks, Kensi, take the back door. Sam and I will take the front."
"Ok."
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
"She isn't here."
"Everything is still in the bedroom so she hasn't been back yet to get her stuff before skipping town."
"That is if she actually is skipping town and she wanted her stuff that she didn't already have, Sam."
"Good point. Call Eric."
"Already on it. Eric, she isn't here. Can you track her phone?"
"Yea hold on. Ok she is on the same street as you guys. She is getting closer to her house it looks like. You guys have to move."
"Got it Eric. Thanks. Bye. We gotta move guys. She is coming to her house right now."
"How the heck did we beat her to house?"
"We didn't Deeks, she stopped somewhere. Probably to drop off the murder weapon."
"Well that's not good. Where are Sam and Callen?"
"Sam, Callen? Where are you guys?"
"They might be out front."
"Guy- Freeze! Drop the gun!"
"Make me."
"Where do you want me to shoot you? The leg or hand?"
"Putting the gun down now."
"Good choice."
"You wouldn't have actually shot her Kens, right?
"Oh yeah. I definitely would have shot her."
"Good to know."
"Why?"
"So I don't make you mad enough to shoot me."
"Ha! Keep that in mind!"
-OSP-
"Why did you run?"
"Well, you aren't very good agents if you don't know why yourselves."
"So are you admitting to the murders of James Taylor and Brandi Simler."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I was jealous. The lady he was with, she came in here all the time with different men. I put poison in her drink, I didn't mean to kill him to! That has to count for something, right?"
"Wow. That was easy. Your lawyer just may plea insanity."
"I'm not sorry for killing her."
"I'm sure you aren't. I think that's all we need Sam. Enjoy your life in prison."
"Who says I'm going to prison?"
"Us. And the confession you just gave. Merry Christmas!"
"And a Happy New Year!"
"Nice touch Sam!"
"Thank you!"
"May I please ask for a report on the case, Mr. Callen?"
"We got the girl. Jenny McCornel killed both of them. The whole thing was out of jealousy."
"So much for peace on Earth and goodwill to men."
"I don't think we will ever see peace on Earth. Or at least in L.A., Kens."
"That's why we're here, Deeks. Hey, what's the date today?"
"Christmas Eve."
"Well, I'm not doing anything tonight. Too late for plans. Even last minute plans at this point."
"Well, that is o.k. Ms. Blye. I have planned a Christmas celebration for all of you.
"Hetty you didn't have to do that!"
"Well, you all work so hard every day so I thought that it wouldn't hurt for me to do something for you at such a wonderful time of the year."
"Thank you so much Hetty."
"Merry Christmas to each and every one of you! There are presents under the tree and there are cookies of all types on the table along with beverages."
"Christmas at NCIS is so much better than Christmas at LAPD!"
"What is Christmas at LAPD like, Deeks?"
"Well, I don't really know. I was never invited to any of the office parties. I wasn't exactly liked there. I was mainly used for undercover work when they needed it."
"Deeks, I am so sorry."
"It isn't your fault, Kens! Plus now I have you guys now, so I guess it didn't turn out bad at all."
"Well, you will always be invited to the NCIS parties, no matter what."
"Thanks Kens. C'mon, let's go get some cookies and coffee!"
"No. You do not need any coffee Deeks! Deeks wait! Deeks! Ha!