I'm sorry I took all this time, but my beta reader was awfully busy, using her expression. Even though I owe her thousands of thanks. And second thanks to give is still to my friend who influenced and not pressed me to write (it's true, she threatens me so I continue to write!). It was a loooooong ago since I posted, so I've to thank all the people I couldn't reply back, and I'm sorry for not being able to remember!

Really special thanks to Lindsay1993 who corrected the German of the last chapter. Thank you.

It's a shorter chapter, but will make you feel even more excited about the next chapters. Oh, and for those you like my story, know that I'm already up to chapter 10! This story, luckily, will last until chapter 12! Ok, here it is the third...! Btw, the story line is back to the present, so this is a continuation of the first chapter.

"This is Petty Officer Jameson Brooks," Gibson said, making notes on his notepad.

"How are things at LAPD? You're good with the change?" Sam asked, grumbling.

"You know exactly why I changed, Sam. Just stop throwing rocks…"

Gibson looked up, away from the eyes of the dead man, as did Callen. In Callen and Sam's partnership, the last thing that Kensi had said was the only thing that hadn't made sense, and every time Sam had a chance, he tormented and spurred Deeks about it, who never had a clue about what Sam was saying.

"Sam." Callen's voice and eyes signaled to Sam, and he led his partner away. Far away from the group, Callen reveled. "I don't believe Deeks ever knew anything of what Kensi said. Do you think if he knew he would have let her go without telling her anything?" Callen looked back, watching the two detectives examine the dead body. "And he probably doesn't even know Kensi have been calling us ever since she left."

Sam felt sorry for the way he had treated the detective, but he was playing the big brother role to protect his 'sister'. And Callen couldn't deny it; he had done that too. And all Deeks had been was the 'happy innocent'.

"Have you come to investigate or to whisper like church biddies?" Deeks yelled over at them.

"We need to tell him. Now that I know, I guess I feel bad for the guy for never knowing anything." Sam said, ignoring him.

"Oh great, you don't help and even pretend you can't hear!" Deeks was already upset about having to share the case with them, and being mocked again, no, he was done with that.

"Hey Deeks, come here for a sec." Something in Sam's tone made Deeks come closer. "When was the last time you spoke with her?"

"Six months ago, when I figured she was going on an assignment. Why does that matter now?"

He turned around and walked back to Gibson. Sam and Callen looked at each other and then walked back to the body. Neither man wanted to be the person to tell him.

"Calmed down, man?" Gibson looked with concern at his partner. "You can get out of the case if you want; I can handle it with them."

"No, there's no need for that. If I still know Hetty, she put LAPD and NCIS on this case together for a good reason."

"So, what did you guys find?" Sam's attitude had faded away; now it was hard to be around him and not tell him anything.

Sam was calmed down, Callen was silent, Deeks was exalted but realized by the silence that something was going on, and Gibson, who had nothing to do with their fights, shut himself up and looked awkward. They all noticed each other's emotions, but none of them were going to say a tiny thing. But, who better to start the conversations again than Gibson?

"There are five bullet casings; three of a .38, two of a .45."

"Here Petty Officer Brooks was shot twice with a .38, so the attacker missed one shot." Callen started.

"And he fired back twice with a .45. He dragged himself from over there." Deeks pointed along the way a blood trail and set the place for about ½ mile from there.

"Any sign of the .45?"

"No, I already called forensics to search in a 5 block radius area," Gibson explained. "He did pretty well for a guy with a bullet in the leg and another in his stomach," he said, looking at the man lying on the boardwalk.

"Sam and I will give you a call as soon as we get any information on the next of kin. You give us a call when you get the information from the forensics team."

"Alright," Deeks said.

"Deeks," Callen called pretty low and asked him to come closer. "Kensi's been calling us, ever since she left. We thought you knew about it and about what she said before she left,so…"

"What?" He sounded confused. She said something, she was calling all them but not him… "What did she say?" Deeks questioned, anxious.

"Hey, Marty, you're coming?" Gibson asked near the car.

Callen took advantage of the short time Deeks took to look at his partner to walk away; what Kensi said only should be said by her again. When Deeks looked, Callen was already leaving.

"You're coming or what?"

"Yeah, I'm coming," the detective answered.

Oops, Callen and Sam have been mean to Deeks! Next chapter it's a flashback again and you'll finally get to see Kensi's goodbye.