Once their weapons were drawn, Kensi and Deeks cautiously went on the move. They spotted three shooters, all donned in black hoodies and sweatpants, black ski masks covering their faces.
"LAPD!" Deeks shouted, hoping to get them to stop. However, they did not oblige.
Deeks chased two of the perps outside of the store, one of which jumped into an idle vehicle, the other, he pursued on foot.
Kensi held a female at gunpoint in the store. When she surrendered, Kensi hogtied the woman's hands behind her back, immediately removing her ski mask. "You've got to be kidding me," Kensi said aloud, staring at the woman's face in disbelief.
Deeks was still on the move, but managed to corner his suspect in an alleyway.
"LAPD! Drop your weapon and show me your hands!"
The perp refused to cooperate and came charging at Deeks. As Deeks went to fire his weapon, the man put all his force into Deeks and slammed him up against the brick wall, Deeks' head forcefully pounding the brick on impact, an audible groan escaping from him in the process.
As he fell to the ground, he reached for his gun that had fallen from his hands upon impact and quickly pulled the trigger. The man fell to the ground as well, Deeks striking him in the back with a bullet as he tried to escape.
Wobbly, Deeks stood up and kept his gun pointed at the perp, cautiously inching towards him.
"Put your hands where I can see them!" Deeks exclaimed. The suspect did as instructed this time, putting his hands out to his sides. Deeks kicked the man's firearm off to the side, and secured his own in his back holster. Quickly, he tied the man's hands behind his back, dialing Eric for PD and an ambulance.
Back in the store, Kensi shook her head. "Carli Chastain," she stated, trying to make eye contact with the woman beside her. "Before, you didn't really need a lawyer, but now? I sure hope you have a good one."
Eric hung up with Deeks, immediately calling the proper authorities, and then dialed Callen's cell phone. Giddy, he nervously sat as it rang.
Callen pulled his phone out, looked down at the caller I.D., and answered it.
"Yeah, Eric?"
"Callen! Kensi and Deeks were just involved in a shootout at Chaz's Quick Mart. I'm uploading the address to your GPS and phones now!"
"We're on our way!" Callen replied, quickly hanging up his phone. "Sam! Shootout at the quick mart. Kensi and Deeks were involved."
"They alright?"
"Don't know. Didn't waste time asking," Callen replied as he grabbed his necessities from a desk drawer and led Sam out to the Challenger, getting in the passenger seat.
Sam followed suit, speeding to the quick mart with a lead foot, anxious to uncover the status of his teammates.
They made it there in record time and rushed inside.
"Kensi!" Callen exclaimed as he spotted her, "You good?"
"Yeah!" She responded.
"Where's Deeks?" Sam questioned curiously.
Kensi shook her head and glanced around.
"Deeks is right here," Deeks himself acknowledged as he pulled his suspect inside.
"You alright?" Kensi asked, running up to him with concern upon seeing his expression, now that Callen had watch over the female she was guarding.
"Yeah," Deeks nodded, passing the injured suspect off to Sam, who escorted him right back out when the ambulance arrived shortly after, "just a headache from The Incredible Hulk slamming my head against a brick wall, but atleast I don't have another bullet hole in me. I'm good."
"You sure?" Kensi was sincerely concerned.
"If I lied, would I get a present?"
Kensi smirked and shook her head. "You're getting checked out later."
"Thanks, mom, but I'm fine," he teased, rubbing the back of his head.
Meanwhile, Callen was trying to get information out of the female that was still lying on the ground.
"She won't talk," Callen alerted them.
"That's because she'd already requested a lawyer during our last meeting," Deeks spoke as he walked over to him.
"You know her?"
"Callen, meet Carli Chastain," Kensi added.
Callen cocked his head. "Vic's wife?"
"That would be her."
"Imagine that," Callen thought aloud. "Kens, you and Deeks take her to the boat house. I'm going to see what's going on outside."
As Callen began to head out, he gave Deeks a look-over, slightly concerned. Deeks caught his glance.
"I'm fine," he assured Callen.
Callen met Deeks' eyes and simply nodded, leaving the building.
Sam looked toward the doors as Callen was walking out. "The Hulk isn't talking either."
"Well, Kensi and Deeks I.D.'d one of them anyway."
Sam cocked his head out of curiosity.
"Woman inside is Carli Chastain, Landon Chastain's wife."
"Dead guy from the PCH?"
"Yep," Callen nodded.
"Small world."
"Kensi says she lawyered up and didn't even need one until now. Apparently, she knew something that we didn't."
"Looks that way," Sam nodded.
"So, what's his story?" Callen nodded toward the man receiving medical attention in the back of the ambulance.
"LAPD's got custody of him for time being. We'll get him when he gets out of surgery."
Callen nodded with a sigh and turned away with his hands on his hips, thinking.
"What's up, G.?"
Callen shook his head.
"You still think Arkady's behind this?" Sam inquired.
Callen shook his head with a shrug and sighed heavily. "I don't know, Sam. This isn't adding up. These aren't Arkady's guys."
"Obviously," Sam chuckled lightly.
"I've seen them before."
Sam furrowed his brow. "Where do you know them from?"
Callen stared blankly. "I don't... I don't know."
Sam studied Callen momentarily before looking back to check on the man in the ambulance, interrupted by Kensi and Deeks, who were leaving with the female.
"Boat house?" Sam asked.
Kensi nodded, "See you there."
Deeks staggered behind her, acquiring looks of concern from Callen and Sam.
"I'm fine," Deeks stated again in a sing-songy voice.
The two partners watched their teammates load the suspect into their vehicle and turned back to face each other.
"Let's head back," Callen said, "see if Eric found anything. Then, we'll see what Kensi and Deeks can get out of Carli Chastain."
Kensi and Deeks arrived at the boat house and escorted the suspect inside.
"I want my lawyer!" Carli Chastain exclaimed as they sat her down.
"Nah," Deeks shook his head, "that went out the window after you murdered your husband."
"I know my rights!"
"No, see, I have my own set of rights, Mrs. Chastain, and right now, you don't have privilege to those."
"I'm not saying another word until my lawyer is present!"
"Deeks," Kensi intervened softly.
Deeks sighed, locked eyes with the woman, and then left the room. Kensi followed closely behind.
"What was that?" Kensi prodded as they left the interrogation room.
"She's been lying straight to our faces from the moment we met her!"
"That doesn't mean she doesn't have the right to legal counseling, Deeks."
Deeks sat down, frustrated. "Did I ever tell you how much I hate The Hulk?"
Kensi snickered. "So, you're mad because you got beat up by a brick wall?"
"No," Deeks shook his head, "I'm mad because I hate being lied to! Okay, yeah, and I've got a massive headache, thanks to Andre The Giant." He put his head in his hands in an attempt to cease the throbbing.
Kensi walked over to Deeks to observe the damage. "Ooh, yeah," she nodded, "he got you pretty good. I think you might need stitches."
"Stitches?" He looked up at her, his expression like that of a lost puppy, "Really?"
"I'm no doctor, but it looks that way."
Deeks sighed and put his head back down, resting while he had the opportunity.
Callen and Sam headed upstairs to Ops upon returning.
"Anything new, Eric?" Callen questioned.
"Well," Eric turned around, "don't ask me how, but LAPD managed to pull a print off of the steering wheel of the vic's car. Yes, they confirmed that the vehicle belonged to Landon Chastain. However, the print did not belong to him."
"Name?" Sam asked.
"The print is that of retired U.S. Navy SEAL, Donovan Overbeck."
Callen's jaw dropped and he was taken aback.
"Donovan Overbeck? You're sure?" Callen inquired.
"AFIS doesn't lie. OH," Eric jumped, pulling up credentials to display on the monitor for Callen and Sam, "I did find something else. The Coroner did positively I.D. three of the four victims this morning."
"What do we know about them, Eric?" Sam chimed in.
"Not much, aside from their names and the fact that they're former SEALS, as Callen said before. No criminal records. They're spotless." Eric displayed their identification on the screen.
"Fourth one is Overbeck," Callen stated somberly when he didn't see Donovan's I.D. on the monitor.
Sam glanced at Callen, then back at the screen.
Once Callen made an official identification from the picture, Eric initiated a search.
"Huh," Eric blinked, eyes wide, "that's weird."
"What's weird, Eric?" Sam prodded.
"Callen I.D.'d Donovan Overbeck as the fourth victim, but here's the thing," he paused to pull up more history for Callen and Sam to see, "his credit card was used at a gas station just four miles from here... less than an hour ago."
"Surveillance?" Callen asked.
"Pulling it up right now," Eric typed on his keyboard, "there you go."
"Right there, Eric!" Callen commanded. Eric paused the footage.
"Is that Overbeck?" Sam questioned.
"Well, if it isn't, then it's true what they say," Callen responded.
"That everyone has a twin somewhere in the world," Sam answered.
Callen dropped his head in thought, looking to the side.
"What are you thinkin', G.?" Sam asked.
"Eric, run a search on last name Overbeck in greater Los Angeles. Same date of birth."
"Running it now, and..." Eric no sooner typed his inquiry and a response popped up.
Callen's eyes widened and he shook his head. "I don't believe it."