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(At The Boatshed)
(Emily's P.O.V.)
I was standing in front of the T.V. in the main room of the boatshed, just staring at Ryan.
When we got here, Kensi put Ryan in the interrogation room, where he sat down in the chair by the table.
I've been standing here watching him ever since.
"I thought you were dead!" I shouted at him, not caring who heard me. "I went to bed with you next to me and the next morning when I woke up and you weren't there, I just thought you went to the bathroom or-or the store. But when three days went by, and you didn't come back….."
Ryan looked away from me.
"Now I find out not only are you alive, but you willingly ran away and left me with-with-with him!" I shouted. "I would have NEVER done that to you!"
Ryan looked at me.
I took a deep breath and let it out. Pushing the memory away.
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(Outside the Boatshed)
(Callen's P.O.V.)
"Where's Emily?" I asked Kensi, as Sam, Deeks, and I walked toward her.
Eric had told us to go straight to the boatshed, because Kensi and Emily had caught our newest suspect.
When Eric said it, there was a hint of shock in his voice.
When I questioned him as to why he sounded that way, Nell spoke for him and told us to "just got to the boatshed" before disconnecting the communication between us.
"She's inside." Kensi said, once we reached her.
I studied Kensi, and noticed she looked a bit concerned.
"I know that look." Deeks said. "….What is it, Kensi?"
"There's something you should know about our suspect." Kensi said.
"What's that?" Sam asked.
"He's Emily's brother." Kensi said.
"What?" Deeks asked indisbelief.
"His name is Ryan Taylor." Kensi said. "So far, that's all we know about him."
I looked at Deeks.
"Did you know she had a brother?" I asked.
"No." Deeks said, clearly in shock. "Emily never said anything to me about a brother….Or her family, for that matter."
"I thought you were her best friend?" Sam asked him, as I remembered the conversation between Hetty and myself about how she found Emily.
"She doesn't talk about her family, Sam." I said, before Deeks could say anything. "She doesn't about them at all…..Not with anyone….Not even when Hetty asked."
It was silent for a moment, as questions swirled in my mind.
Why didn't Emily talk about her family? Why did she keep her brother a secret?
Did Hetty know he existed?
I walked by Kensi, toward the door to the boatshed. Deeks followed me.
When I reached the door, I opened it and walked inside.
As I walked into the main room of the boatshed, I saw Emily at the front of the table, watching a man, who I assumed was her brother, in the interrogation room.
I walked over to the table and stopped. Watching her.
Deeks suddenly appeared in my vision, as he walked over to Emily and stood beside her, looking at the T.V. screen also.
"So," Deeks began. "I'm not your only brother, huh?"
Deeks then looked at Emily with a smile on his face.
Emily didn't respond. She just continued to look at the T.V.
I was now concerned with how she was doing. Her silence letting me know there was a pretty good reason why Emily didn't say anything about having a brother.
Deeks smile faded.
Then, he looked at the T.V. once again.
"Wanna talk about it?" Deeks asked, obviously coming to the same conclusion I did.
Emily was silent for a couple seconds, then she said:
"No."
Deeks nodded.
"Alright." Deeks said.
It was silent for a couple more seconds.
"Sam and I will question him." I said. "…Is there anything we should know about him before we go in there?"
Deeks and I watched Emily carefully, as she turned a little to look at me.
Her face was unreadable.
But her eyes said more than she probably wanted them to. Showing hurt and sadness in their wake.
Seeing that made me want to punch Ryan for whatever he did to her.
"No." Emily said.
I nodded.
Then, I turned and saw Sam and Kensi had joined us.
I looked at Sam. A silent acknowledgement passed between us.
Then, Sam and I walked toward the interrogation room.
Sam opened the door and walked inside. I followed him into the room.
Once inside the rom, Sam walked over to the table as I closed the door.
I then looked at Ryan.
His eyes were shifting from me to Sam and back again.
"Ryan Taylor." I said, as I walked over to the table and stood beside Sam.
"That depends." Ryan said. "Who's asking?"
"NCIS." Sam said.
Ryan looked at Sam surprised.
"NCIS?" Ryan asked. "Emily is an NCIS Agent?"
Sam and I stayed silent.
"That must mean her partner is, too." Ryan said.
"The one who arrested you? Yeah. She is." I said.
"No, not her." Ryan said. "Emily's partner."
Sam and I looked at Ryan confused.
"You must know him." Ryan said, looking directly at me. "He says smart ass comments and quotes movies."
"Deeks?" Sam asked.
"No." Ryan said. "His name was….Tony…..Tony something."
"DiNozzo?" I asked.
"Yes! That's it!" Ryan said. "Tony DiNozzo! Is he still her partner? Is he in NCIS like her?"
I looked at Sam, and Sam looked right back at me.
Ryan knew Tony. Ryan knew who Tony was.
More questions than answers popped into my head.
"He may be transferring to MIA pretty soon." I said, as I looked back at Ryan.
Anger began to burn in me that Tony didn't say anything about Emily having a brother.
I was also a little hurt that Tony knew about Ryan, but I didn't.
"But we're not here to talk about him, or her." I said. "We want to talk about Maxwell Stevens, and why you were driving his car."
Ryan nodded.
"Ok." Ryan said. "But with all due respect, I'm not going to talk to either one of you. I'm sure you two are both good Agents, but I'm not saying anything, unless it's to Emily, or Tony, or both."
"And if you're stuck with us?" Sam asked.
"Then it looks like you're not going to get the answers you're looking for." Ryan said.
I studied Ryan, realizing he was being completely serious.
I walked over to the door, opened it, and left the room.
Sam followed me, closing the door behind us, as I entered the main room of the boatshed.
Kensi and, what looked like, a not too happy Deeks looked at us, as Emily continued to look at the T.V. screen.
"So, what are we going to do now?" Kensi asked.
"'We', aren't going to do anything." Emily said.
Then, Emily turned around and faced us.
"I'm going to talk to him." Emily said.
"Emily, you don't have to." I said, remembering the hurt and sadness I saw in her eyes.
"I'm going to talk to him." Emily said, her tone making it very clear that the decision was final.
Then, Emily took her gun out, sat it on the table, and headed toward the interrogation room.
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(Meanwhile)
(Emily's P.O.V.)
I heard footsteps walk over to me, and stop.
"So," I heard Marty begin beside me. "I'm not your only brother, huh?"
I ignored him, as continued to stare at my brother on the T.V. screen.
I knew Marty was only trying to lighten the mood on the situation, but he didn't know my and Ryan's history.
When I didn't respond to him, I heard Marty ask:
"Wanna talk about it?"
I was silent for a couple more seconds, then I said:
"No."
"Alright." I heard Marty say.
It was silent for a couple more seconds, then I heard Callen say:
" Sam and I will question him.…Is there anything we should know about him before we go in there?"
I turned a little and looked at Callen.
"No." I said.
Callen nodded.
Then, Callen turned and looked at Sam, and they both walked over to the interrogation room, and went inside.
I looked back at the T.V. to see Callen close the door, and Sam standing by the table across from Ryan.
"Ryan Taylor." Callen said, as he walked over to the table and stood by Sam.
"That depends." Ryan said. "Who's asking?"
"NCIS." Sam said.
Ryan looked at Sam in surprise.
"NCIS?" Ryan asked. "Emily is an NCIS Agent?"
There was silence for a couple seconds, then, Ryan said:
"That must mean her partner is, too."
"The one that arrested you? Yeah. She is." Callen said.
"No, not her." Ryan said. "Emily's partner."
"Partner?" I heard Marty ask beside me, confused, as Callen and Sam looked at Ryan confused." What partner?"
I stayed silent. Realizing who Ryan was talking about.
"You must know him." Ryan said, looking directly at Callen. "He says smart ass comments and quotes movies."
"Deeks?" Sam asked.
"Really?" I heard Marty say. "Thanks, Sam."
"He has a point." I heard Kensi say.
"No." Ryan said. "His name was…..Tony…Tony something."
"DiNozzo?" Callen asked.
"Yes! That's it!" Ryan said. "Tony DiNozzo! Is he still her partner? Is he in NCIS like her?"
"You told Tony about Ryan?!" I heard Marty shout angrily at me.
"Deeks," I heard Kensi begin.
"How could you tell Tony about him and NOT me?!" I heard Marty shout. "You're MY best friend! MY partner in crime if necessary and you tell Tony about Ryan INSTEAD of ME?!"
I looked at him.
"I didn't have a choice." I said sternly. "Tony found out on an accident. Accident. If it wasn't for that damn mission we went on together, Tony wouldn't even know he existed. And he would still be in the dark about him like you and everyone else was."
Marty looked at me in surprise.
I looked back at the T.V. screen, just as Callen spoke again:
"He may be transferring to MIA pretty soon. But we're not here to talk about him, or her. We want to talk about Maxwell Stevens, and why you were driving his car."
Ryan nodded.
"Ok." Ryan said. " But with all due respect, I'm not going to talk to either one of you. I'm sure you two are both good Agents, but I'm not saying anything, unless it's to Emily, or Tony, or both."
"And if you're stuck with us?" Sam asked.
"Then it looks like you're not going to get the answers you're looking for." Ryan said.
It was silent.
Then, Callen walked over to the door, opened it, and left. Sam followed, closing the door behind them.
I studied Ryan and realized he was being serious.
I didn't want to talk to him.
But I also didn't want Tony to talk to him either. Which, if he would do, if offered.
And I wanted to solve this case. I owed it to the families to solve it.
It was my job.
And in this line of work, sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do.
"So, what are we going to do?" I heard Kensi ask.
"'We', aren't going to do anything." I said.
Then, I turned around and faced them.
"I'm going to talk to him." I said.
"Emily, you don't have to." Callen said.
"I'm going to talk to him." I said, making it very clear to him that my decision was final.
Then, I took my gun out, and sat it on the table.
For his protection, I thought.
Then, I headed toward the interrogation room.
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I opened the door to the interrogation room. Walking inside as I did.
Ryan looked my way instantly, then did a double take. Making eye contact with me. A hint of surprise showed on his face.
I closed the door, and walked over to the table. Not breaking eye contact.
I grabbed a chair from the table across from him, and pulled it out as far as possible from the table without hitting the wall, and sat down.
It was silent between us for a couple seconds, then I said bitterly:
"I'm here. Talk."