Hi good people. Are you all ready for another chapter? It is now my absolute pleasure to bring to you…chapter 5!
Disclaimer: No characters that belong to NCISLA belong to me…except Deeks, he's mine.
ALONE
CHAPTER 5
Eric stood on the stairs at the Ops centre and pursed his lips around the mouthpiece of the instrument he was holding up to his mouth before blowing out the irritating noise emanating from it.
"Really, Eric? A kazoo? I thought you had more dignity than that?" Callen shook his head incredulously.
"What? I'm just trying something different. Whistling can get tiring sometimes" Eric shrugged.
As the four members made their way up the stairs, each of them took turns to glare at the computer geek as they passed him, "I'd rather have the whistle" Kensi told him.
"Eric, my friend" Sam stopped and glared.
"Yeah, Sam?" Eric asked warily.
"I'd suggest getting rid of that kazoo before I forcefully shove that kazoo right up your a…"
"Gotcha…uh no more kazoo's…ever again" Eric back peddled quickly.
"So what have you got Nell?" Callen asked, leaning against the table.
Nell gave a nod as she turned to the main screen, typing away on her tablet, "We looked into Deeks' problem with his accounts being hacked, we had trouble finding whoever is behind it and we aren't sure we even have the right person"
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"We've managed to trace details of where it originated from to a computer who's user is the name of Zachariah Ochoa" Eric added, sending the only photo they could find to the screen of the tall, olive-skinned man.
"Zachariah Ochoa is an unknown man. He has no known operating accounts or even driver's licence. We did find he has a connection to a group that operates from El Salvador that has earned a bit of a reputation in LA for assaults, robberies, fights and the like. So they are not exactly role models of good behaviour" Nell shrugged.
"So where do we find him?" asked Kensi.
"That would be at Ridgewood Park Cemetery. He died four years ago in a knifing attack" Eric stated, "Sorry guys"
"Well we know it's impossible for a dead guy to hack Deeks' accounts so there must be something else" Callen mused.
"Okay, so how is this guy connected to Deeks?" Sam frowned.
"We are still trying to track the connection" Nell replied, "nothing we can find yet"
"Keep looking Nell. Let us know when you find something" Callen nodded.
The two computer tech's nodded and hurried to their computer as the four team members reluctantly headed back downstairs to their desks. Kensi noticed Deeks lost in deep thought and headed over to him.
"You okay Deeks?" she asked concerned.
"Yeah…I'm just running through old cases in my head. I…there's something about this…I have to think" he frowned, as he stood and walked to the coffee pot.
It was late in the afternoon, and the team was no closer to an answer the problem at hand of Zachery Ochoa. It was nearing on five o'clock and Hetty rounded the bullpen in her usual sly manner.
"Home time for all of you. Go on shoo. You've all worked hard today" she waved at them.
"Hetty I know I can figure this out…I just need some time" Deeks implored.
"Mr Deeks, I find that when I'm thinking of a problem that I can't find a solution to, that if I don't think about the problem then the solution comes to me and sometimes at the most curious of times. Go home try not to think about it. Perhaps the answer will come"
Reluctantly Deeks and the rest nodded and shut down their computers and grabbed their bags and headed to their cars. Deeks was quiet on the drive home, leading Kensi to feel surprised by his manner.
"Deeks I can actually feel you thinking here. Stop! Hetty's right. The answer will come when you least expect it. That's happened to me before like that" she said.
"What were you doing when the answer came to you, Kens? Watching TV or burning toast?" he turned to face her.
"Uh…something…uh, I'd probably rather not elaborate on" she squirmed in her seat.
"You were with a guy?" Deeks grinned, seeing the red blush starting to appear on her cheeks, "Really…well perhaps we should…"
"Do not finish that sentence please" Kensi cringed.
"For problem solving purposes only Kensi. Come on, if it worked for you the last time then maybe it will work for me too"
"That has to be one of the most ridiculous thing you've said. Tell me, have you used that as a pick-up line on a girl before Deeks?"
"You are my partner Kens, partners help each other out you know" he wiggled his eyebrows.
Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Kensi turned to face him, "Maybe a new partner is what I need. I could always ask Hetty"
"You don't mean that Kensi. You love me remember" he smiled.
"No I don't remember" she shook her head, "I think I have temporary amnesia caused by too much time listening to your babble"
"I could always remind you Princess"
Kensi smiled as she turned into her driveway to park. She curled her fingers into Deeks' as they got out and headed to the door, "I may just take you up on that offer of reminding me" she purred.
Deeks broadly grinned as he placed a gentle kiss on her blushing cheeks, "You are so cute when you blush Fern"
Kensi pulled out her keys and turned the lock, opening her front door. She wiped her feet on the doormat, feeling something odd under her feet. She and Deeks both looked down to see the note and envelope peeking out from under the mat. Deeks began to reach down as Kensi quickly wrenched his arm back, "Gloves, Deeks"
He nodded and reached around to his back pocket, pulling out the black disposable gloves the team always kept in their pockets for crime scene evidence. Quickly putting them on, he again reached down and using two fingers he lifted the envelope up.
"Let's go inside and take a look" Kensi led the way in, to hear Monty barking in the courtyard, "Deeks don't open it until I've fed Monty"
Deeks numbly nodded and headed for the sofa. Kensi opened the back door, to be assaulted by Monty's excited licking, "Okay boy it's good to see you too. Come on let's get you fed" she patted him. Quickly she filled his food bowls and re-filled his water before grabbing a couple of beers from the fridge and joining Deeks on the sofa.
"Okay I'm here. Let's open it okay?" she wrapped her arm around his shoulder.
Deeks slid his finger under the glued panel and slowly opened it up. He pulled the note out and stared in disbelief at what was written;
'Detective Marty Deeks, you may not know me now…or perhaps you do. Does your partner realise she's in danger knowing you. Having you for a partner she does realise you are born from a dangerous father doesn't she? You know what they say…like father, like son. Or maybe you keep your dangerous side hidden? Sooner or later you will erupt in a fiery rage…just like Gordon Brandel used to do. They say you are a good undercover detective…but who is your most dangerous alias? Is it Max Gentry or Marty Deeks?'
"Somebody really knows you Deeks" Kensi took the note from his shaking hands, re-reading it.
"I would never hit you like my father did to me or my mother, Kensi. You know that right?"
"Deeks, I know. I trust you with everything, you know that. Besides I'd kick your ass if you tried anything like that"
"Kensi, I'm serious. I'd rather walk in the Pacific Ocean and never come back out of it alive if I ever even thought about doing that. Please you have to believe me" he pleaded.
"Deeks, of course I believe you. You are not Gordon Brandel. You are Marty Deeks. You are caring, honest and there is absolutely no way that I would want to be right here with you if I thought I was in danger. I trust you…and I love you" Kensi said, leaning over to kiss him gently.
Deeks kissed her in return and broke apart from her, "I love you too Kensi" he heaved a heavy sigh.
"Look I'll call this into Callen and we'll start working on it the morning. Let's try to get some rest, okay?" Kensi gave him a hug.
"Yeah, you're right. Maybe the answer to that problem will come to me when I'm asleep"
"We don't have to go to sleep right away you know" Kensi stood, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, "we could try the other way to try to get that answer"
"Hmmm, sleeping versus the alternative? Tough choice" Deeks smiled, reaching around to unclasp her bra.
Gotta love a bit of Densi! Sorry for those that don't like Densi so much. Anyway thanks again for reading and follows. And if you feel like leaving a review that would be awesome too (I love reading your thoughts and ideas). Take care and much love to all – Tanya xxx. Oh by the way I've decided to delete my story Kensi's Journal. After reading it again I felt it sucked big time.