After about fifteen minutes of waiting a young male doctor entered the room. He introduced himself as Dr. Neil Carson. He proceeded to explain the services provided by the clinic as he glanced through Kensi's medical file. So far everything was going by the book but Callen and Kensi still had a bad feeling about this guy, something just wasn't right. The exam continued Kensi and Callen played along. He examined the babies with an ultra sound, but his technique wasn't as smooth or as gentle as the doctor she had been seeing at Cedars. His estimated date of conception was also three weeks earlier than Cedar's date.
Then as the appointment was finishing up the doctor made them an offer, was there anything they needed for the pain and depression of pregnancy. When Kensi inquired about the risk to the twins he assured them that there was none. They took him up on his offer, and he had them fill out some papers. He assured them timely and discreet delivery.
"That just didn't feel right." Said Callen putting the keys into the ignition of the car.
"Which is why I grabbed this," said Kensi pulling a single glove from her coat pocket.
Callen smiled as he pulled out of the parking space, she was a master pick pocket.
"I want Eric to rung the prints," she paused. "And I have money that what we get in the mail isn't vicoden."
Everyone was gathered in the bull pen.
"What have you found Mr. Biel?" asked Hetti.
"Dr. Neil Carson," He said pulling up a photo. "Died three years ago in a car crash just outside Tacoma, Washington."
"Then who's the guy at the clinic?" asked Sam.
"Well, the finger prints are useless; I am thinking some sort of chemical burns. But I pulled a photo off the clinics website." Eric tapped a few more buttons and another picture appeared on the screen. "Lt. Ryan Grayson, Army nurse reported AWAL three years ago by his commanding officer at Ft. Lewis."
"So an army nurse steals a dead Doctor's identity, buy why?" asked Sam.
"DEA privileges." Said Callen.
"Prescription pain killers." Said Kensi.
"Yup," said Eric. "Grayson just called in a prescription for oxycodone for one McKenzie Greenwood to be mailed to a rented PO Box in Greenvale, CA."
"So drug laundering it is." Said Sam.
"But can we get him for murder?"
Twenty four hours later Lt. Ryan Green was arrested by LAPD in is clinic with the aid of NCIS on a pile of drug charges and a slew of civilian charges. NCIS left him with LAPD while they worked up to murder charges; they were still waiting on evidence to come back from the lab.
Callen found Kensi in the gym working the punching bag, she was mad; he could see it in her eyes. He stood leaning it against the door frame watching her, she was so beautiful and it pained him to know that the longer it took to find Deeks the more it hurt Kensi. It was beginning to show more and more.
"Who ya beating up today?" asked Callen.
"No one. " said taking a couple of more shots.
She took a couple of breath trying to calm herself.
"Go home Kens, you are exhausted." He paused. "Don't do this to yourself."
"Do what?" she sat down on a nearby bench. "Come to terms with the fact that I'm going to have to do this alone or the fact that I am going to have to choose between this and them." Kensi flexed her hands.
Callen knew that this was the inevitable; she was beginning to lose hope.
"Please don't think that."
"How long has it been?" she asked interrupting him.
She waited for an answer.
"52 days, he went missing 52 days ago."
Callen nodded in acknowledgement, she was keeping count. They both understood that the chances of finding him alive were beginning to dwindle.
"Kensi, you don't have to do this alone, if you need something bloody well ask. Sam and I have your back."
Callen noticed the look on her face, she was thinking.
"What do you need?" he asked.
This made her uncomfortable, which was odd.
"I have an appointment at Cedars . ." Kensi trailed off.
Callen didn't even think twice.
"Do you want me to go with you?" he asked.
She smiled weakly.
"To keep you out of trouble."
She threw a towel at him.
"Let me go get the car." He said heading for the door.
"G" she called after him.
He turned to see what she wanted.
"Thanks.