"We could make the arrest right now," Deeks hissed under his breath, keeping his eyes forward and trained on the empty chair behind the desk. Sam glanced at him from where he was sitting next to him, but kept quiet. "With some few convincing words, we could get them to tell us where Kensi and Callen are."

"Deeks, you need to calm down." Sam punctuated his point by leaning forward slightly, catching Deeks' eyes. "Stick with the mission. Don't blow your cover." Their conversation was cut short when a man entered the office, clearing his throat and mumbling a few things over his Bluetooth before taking a seat behind the desk.

"Gentlemen," he greeted, flashing a smile which neither of them returned. "Thank you for coming in on such short notice." He straightened his tie, cracking his fingers and typing something into his laptop. Deeks couldn't help but grip his chair a bit tighter as hate for the man swelled up. This was Luke Darcy, the man in charge of the business aspect of the organization that Deeks and Sam were currently infiltrating. He had no resemblance to any cartel thugs, gangsters, or drug lords and this made Deeks hate him a little more. Instead, Luke operated out of a pristine office in a suit and tie, exhibiting enough charm and finesse to make both agents feel claustrophobic and out of place.

"What's this we heard about a shooting?" Sam asked, throwing his head toward the muted TV on the wall which was showing footage of the outdoor café. Luke studied them both closely for a moment, pausing in his typing before he clasped his hands in front of him and smiled stiffly.

"We have a mole in our organization," he began slowly as though he didn't think they'd understand. "Well, we had a mole." Deeks noticed the brief flash of annoyance in Luke's eyes. "He was taken care of, and that's what that little fiasco today was about."

"Seems a bit ridiculous to cause a massive scene in downtown L.A. just to take out one guy," Deeks commented hotly, narrowing his eyes slightly. Luke looked at him sternly, analyzing whether or not that was an intelligent statement or just the blonde man being an idiot again.

"Michael," Luke said with a distasteful smile, leaning in closer to Deeks and using his cover name. "Don't question what we do, okay?"

"It just seems a bit insufficient, that's all," Sam chimed in, saving Deeks from Luke's scrutinizing gaze. Luke huffed, straightening his jacket as the corner of his mouth twitched downwards.

"Even though it might be insufficient, we gained two very valuable assets in the fire exchange."

"The two agents you kidnapped?" Deeks tone came out a bit too bitter for Sam's liking and the bigger man had to restrain himself from reacting. Luke cocked his head slowly, raising both eyebrows.

"Mr. Hanna, please take control of the situation," Hetty's quiet voice crackled in Sam's ear and the agent cleared his throat loudly, forcing Luke to look at him.

"Why did you call us in?" he asked, feigning annoyance. Deeks clenched his jaw, recognizing that he had messed up. Luke didn't seem to take him very seriously however, and Deeks forced himself to relax as Luke completely disregarded the blonde man's presence in order to speak to Sam.

"You're a very big man, Rick," Luke began humorlessly. "How good are you at intimidation?" Sam slid his eyes over to meet Deeks', raising his chin slightly and adopting a smug expression.

"Need help forcing some information out?" he asked, an eyebrow quirking upwards in obvious interest. Luke responded exactly how Sam wanted him to; with morbid delight.

"Yes, yes excellent. Splendid." He clapped his hands together. "These two agents are being quite a handful," he explained nonchalantly, grabbing a pen and writing down something on a sticky note. Deeks felt his pulse rising, knowing that this was the information they had been waiting for. "There's another traitor in the organization," he explained as he wrote. "I need you to convince these two shits that it's better for everyone if they just tell us who that person might be." He discarded the pen onto the desk and handed Sam the sticky note. It was an address.

"We'll take care of them," Deeks assured, adopting the calm façade he was supposed to have been sporting throughout the meeting.

"Ah, well, I need you for something else," Luke said distastefully.

"We work together," Sam explained, pocketing the address.

"I need Mikey here to help out with a very important transaction." Luke didn't explain any further but started writing another sticky note.

"Mr. Deeks, you need to take this job," Hetty's voice echoed in both of their ears and Deeks grimaced. He knew this was the point of their entire mission. The transaction that Luke was talking about was probably the big deal that was going to happen later in the week, but Deeks was torn about the fact that he had to find his teammates. "Mr. Hanna will retrieve Callen and Ms. Blye, do not worry," Hetty continued, almost as though she had read his mind. He took a deep breathe, calming himself and accepting the fact that his partner would be rescued by Sam.

"Here, call this number in an hour. They'll take care of everything." Luke didn't even glance at Deeks but instead reached a hand up to his Bluetooth, obviously answering a call. "This is Darcy, give me ten seconds," he drawled, putting someone on hold. "I expect you to be at that address tomorrow morning," Luke stated, motioning at Sam. "Anything goes wrong, we'll find you." He gave them both a large grin before spinning in his chair, thumbing his Bluetooth and effectively ending the meeting with Sam and Deeks.

As soon as the two agents were in the car, Deeks started muttering.

"I don't like this," he grumbled, drumming his fingers on the handle nervously.

"Deeks, we got this," Sam retorted, a hint of frustration layering over his attempt at soothing. "I will get them out, trust me."

"But I should be there."

"You should be finishing this mission."

"But Kensi ne-"

"I said I'll get them out," Sam snapped, turning to face the shorter man fully. There was anger evident on his face as well as a challenge. Don't you dare think I won't do everything in my power to save them. Deeks recognized that he had overstepped a boundary and he backtracked, raising his hands in defense.

"Yea, alright, I'm sorry. I just don't like not being involved, you know?" He cast his eyes downwards.

"They will be fine," Sam said harshly, more for his sake than anyone else's. "They just have to make it through the night." Neither of them spoke for the entire ride back to headquarters and they didn't talk until an hour later when Sam uttered a quiet apology in his general direction and Deeks understood that the bigger man would do anything in his power to bring their team home.

A/N: Wooo shorter chapter. Thank you to everyone who followed the story, I promise I won't take too long to update. Please review and let me know what you think!