I need to thank my beta reader Di, my friend for the idea and incentive to make me write this and to the 12 people who reviewed on the first chapter, specially to Julz, Kate and Kaela to whom I couldn't respond. Also, thanks to the 4 people who favorited this story and to the 16 people who put a alert on this story. Hope I'm not forgetting anyone, if I am apologizes, so I send a huge thanks to everyone who read and everyone else I might be forgetting! Enjoy the chapter, now you'll get to know what happened to Kensi...

6 months ago

"Deeks!" Sam yelled.

"Yeah?" He approached the other with a coffee in hands.

"What is this mutt doing here, always staring at my food?"

"He is now an official member of our team."

"I still don't believe Hetty did that, but does he need to be here?"

"You are also a member of the team, and you're here every single day, aren't you?"

"It's not the same! I'm human, he's a dog!"

"Come on Monty, leave grumpy old Sam behind. I'll get you some great food." The dog follows his owner with his tail wagging, waiting for something to eat. In that moment, Kensi comes in eating a donut heavily coated in sugar. "Hey Kens, what're you eating?"

"Deeks, have you turned blind? Can't you see that I'm eating a donut?"

"No I did not. But that sure looks delicious."

"Is that your new weird way to ask me to let you have a bite of it?"

"No, but my buddy here," he turned his eyes to the dog, sitting next to him, licking his snout, "He's willing to have a taste of it!"

Eric whistles from the upstairs. "New case on the deck! Come on seamen! And sea...woman, if that exists!"

"We really have to tell him to just not say these things, don't we?" Callen commented to Sam who just smiled and followed Deeks and Kensi who were already climbing up the stairs.

"This is Corporal Casey Loten, Jr., 31." Eric showed a photo of children's carousels, easily found at an amusement park and the dead man with his head falling over the mane of the horse, with a knife plunged into the back of his neck.

"Well, he doesn't look too happy with the ride!" Deeks joked.

"This is at St. Monica Pier and the body was found by a fisherman around 5:30 this morning," Nell continued. "The act was done with extreme precision, severing the connection between the spine and the brain."

"Whoever did this knew exactly what was doing," Kensi concluded.

"What did forensics' team hasn't found was Lieutenant's left hand, cut off post-mortem."

"Why take his hand off? What was he working on?" Callen questioned.

"That Mr. Callen," Hetty said, entered quietly and only speaking when got close to them, "Is a question that you and your team will answer."

"Eric, relatives?" Callen retook the speech.

"He's widower but has three children. They live currently with their grandfather."

"Kensi, Deeks, check with the family, Sam and I will talk to his colleagues." Callen left along with Sam.

"Ms. Blye, I need to have a word with you. Mr. Deeks, can you handle it by your own for a while?"

"Obviously, Hetty," he said playfully, looking sideways at Kensi.

Kensi sat in a chair in front of the desk and waited until Hetty served her tea. "Ms. Blye, Director Vance has a special assignment either for you or Ms. Watson." Hetty took a deep sigh and continued; the worst was yet to come. "Agent Watson has a partner, and you have a whole team. I hope you get my point."

"Well, I have a partner too, besides our team. Since I got into the NCIS I could have never been happier with my team; Sam and Callen are legendary. This agency is made of great teams and I'm glad to be part of this."

"It's true, Ms. Blye. Director Vance has excellent teams at the service of the agency, but this assignment was picked carefully. You and Ms. Watson have the skills that are necessary to this mission." Hetty gained the courage to say it at once. "It's easier to break a team of four elements than leave an agent without a partner."

"The choice has been already made, hasn't it?"

Hetty didn't answer, figuring that her silence was the best answer. Kensi didn't have the will to fight back. She knew that once the choice had been made, there's no turning back.

"What about them?"

"I leave it to their criteria. Or they train a NCIS agent or Detective Deeks can pick someone from the LAPD." Hetty paused for a while and when she saw Kensi's face, she said, "Ms. Blye, the orders came from above-"

"I thought you had control over your agents…" Kensi sounded wounded, even though she knew that Hetty wasn't responsible.

"Director Vance chose you, personally. I tried to persuade him, but I'm just the Operations Manager here in Los Angeles; he's the Director."

"I understand Hetty," she sighed. "How long will it take? What is my mission? Where am I going?" She dropped questions, feeling a bit depressed.

"Your flight leaves in 2 hours to Germany… About how long it will take… only time will tell. You'll be working with one French agent, Thierry Ediker. He's undercover there for five years now; he uses the name Matthäus Beich. You'll get to know more about him and your mission during the flight." Kensi got up and before leaving, Hetty said again. "We are our job; our life has to be shaped to it."

"I know…"

"I can tell the team if you can't tell them..."

"I'll handle it."

"Ms. Blye, wie ist ihre Deutsch?" (Ms. Blye, how is your German?)

"Ich denke, dass ich damit umgehen kann." (I think I'll handle it.) And Kensi left, headed to her desk.

If the German is wrong, I blame it on Google translate! Do you want some more...? And are you liking this so far?