Don't Own Anything.

The file arrived at the time the kidnapper specified, and it was quickly laid out on the table upstairs.

Hetty started explaining the file, "Marine Carter Williams got into a fight outside of a bar three years ago, there were no witnesses, but a guy named John Parker called 991 to report an unconscious guy lying on the sidewalk. Williams died from his injuries in the hospital. The toxicology report came back positive for cocaine and some other drugs, so when a background check on Parker revealed a few charges for possession and dealing, they started to look closely at him. A few of the wounds on the Marine matched his hand size, and he was arrested."

Dom frowned, "Why would he call 911?"

"According to the local police, Parker had never been violent, and they assumed it was guilt or remorse. All the evidence was circumstantial, but they won the case." Hetty pressed her lips together, "He escaped from jail a month ago."

"Perfect time to make kidnapping plans," Sam's face was expressionless, "At least he didn't lie about his first name."

"So the guy doesn't make a habit of lying. That's really nice to know, but it won't get Kensi back."

Nate grimaced at the anguish in G's voice, "No, it won't. However it shows us that he may be telling the truth. He said he was wrongfully accused, is there anything to support that statement?"

Eric put the picture of John Parker on the screen, "Aside from the drugs, he was a pretty quiet guy. When the police interviewed his neighbors, they were honestly shocked. Even the head detective on the case thought it was pretty weird, and when NCIS got involved, he told the lead agent that. Det. Clark had dealt with Parker before, when that guy told you he hadn't used any illegal drugs, he was right. All his drugs were technically legal, he just got them illegally. Dealers would buy them from him and mix it up with cocaine and other drugs. That's why his name was linked to the illegal stuff, dealers would give him up to help themselves."

"Okay, we have a name, and a face. Anything else that will help get Kensi back?"

Eric shook his head, "No, nothing. Sorry Callen."

G's voice rose, "That's not good enough Eric! Try harder." Everyone's eyes followed him as he stormed out of the room.

"I'll go talk to him." Sam left the room and the others kept going through the file.

His partner was sitting at his desk, flipping through papers, "I know you're angry G, but you can't take it out on us. We're only trying to help, we all want her home too."

"I was pushing her away because I was stupid." G looked up at him, "I fell in love with her Sam, and I was trying to push her away so it wouldn't hurt when she left. That stupidity cost me the knowledge that I'm going to be a dad. I probably missed my daughter's first kick, heck, I missed finding out I would be getting a daughter. And now I know, but the woman I love, and my child are gone. I didn't get the chance to show Kensi how happy I was when I heard the news. I don't even know if I'll get the chance to see her again. This son of a bitch may be playing some huge game with Kensi and our daughter as the pawns. I swear to God Sam, if he hurts her..."

"We'll take turns beating him up." Sam smiled, "You'll get her back G. Kensi is going to come home, and you two are going to raise your daughter together."

"I don't know about that. She put in for a transfer, Hetty showed me the paperwork. I can't loose her, I can't loose her and our baby."

"Relax G. You won't loose her, and Hetty isn't going to approve a transfer. Soon Kensi will be back and you can tell her you love her and your daughter. She'd kick your ass right now if she saw you just sitting here, so let's get back to work. Okay?"

G grinned, "She would, wouldn't she?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah, and I'll tell her if we don't head back upstairs."

"Fine, I'd hate to have my ass kicked by a pregnant woman."

***

"It's been an hour Ms. Blye, ready to call your boyfriend. The last chat you two had almost caused me to cry."

Kensi rolled her eyes at his mocking comment, "It's nice to see you have a heart."

She heard him come up behind her, and forced herself to freeze as his hand touched her cheek, "You're very beautiful darling. I see that old saying about pregnancy making you glow is true."

"Wouldn't you like to know."

He laughed, "Yes, I think I would, but now is not the time for things like that. Maybe if the circumstances were different..."

"Not in this lifetime, or any lifetime! I do not date criminals." She gave him a glare, "Especially when they kidnap me and my baby."

"Ahh... The protective instincts of a mother, it's nice to see you care about the new life inside you. Some women wouldn't, but then they don't have your... heart. I can see your child will grow up with a loving mother, and from the sound of Callen's voice, she'll have a loving father too." His hand fell away, "I can only hope she was conceived with love too."

Kensi's eyes closed as she remember the night the baby was conceived...

A knock sounded on the door, Kensi went to open it, and found him on the other side, "G? What are you doing here?"

He didn't answer, he just brushed past her into the apartment. Her glare went unnoticed, but it faded when she saw the expression on his face, "What's wrong?"

G looked into her eyes, "I let him go. I shouldn't of, but if he had gone into the witness program, he'd die."

"I know." She glanced past him to the clock, "It's ten, have you eaten anything?"

"No."

Kensi shook her head in exasperation, "It's not five stars or anything, but you want some pizza and a beer?"

He nodded, "That'd be great, thanks."

Ten minutes later they were eating pizza and each had a beer in hand.

The alcohol buzz was just enough to give him the confidence to kiss her.

It was the first night they had sex, two lonely souls in need of company.

He was moody because of the case, and she was pissed off because of another guy turned out to be an idiot.

These emotions helped push them into bed, but by morning he was gone.

The bed was cold, there was no note, the only sign he had been there was the extra beer bottle.

A pattern started then, he'd show up at her door, but be gone in the morning.

Nothing was mentioned at work, and aside from those nights, everything stayed the same.

However, that first night would always be a memory to Kensi, because it was the first time she had been able to truly love him...

"Penny for your thoughts?" His voice was politely curious, "Or are they worth more?"

Her response was a whisper, "They're worth more, much more..."

"The sentimental value of memories... It's sweet really, shows how much you care for life and those in it. Speaking of loved ones, time to make a call to your boyfriend. You know, the whole boss hooking up with the subordinate is a total cliche, but it seems to suit you. I mean, from the tone of Callen's voice, he really cares about you. Good job making the cliche a love story, if you ever turn it into a book, send me a copy."

A smirk spread across her face, "I'm sure your fellow inmates would love to know you're a fan of romance. They'll think it's so cute."

He laughed again, "I honestly do like you, a good sense of humor is so hard to find in some people."

"Glad to know you find me amusing."

"Oh, I find you hilarious my dear." He put the phone next to her ear, "Time to talk to the angry boyfriend..."