This chapter is the last one of flasbacks, and as the chapter's name says, it's about days. I'm not good at Maths, so this of calculating somewhat the days made me go crazy! But, here it is, I managed to do it.

Thanks to PurpleHipposRock, my beta reader;

to Ana Sofia, my friend. In Biology classes she says to me "I'm bored.", I answer "Me too.". What does she do? Shows me a page of her notebook where she wrote "WRITE!" and tells me to do it so she can read... Yeah, I write this fanfiction on Biology classes, a lot of times!

and to TeddyBee, for suggestion the change of the 4th chapter's name. Thank you!

The entire morning Deeks kept trying to think of the reason for Hetty to join the teams, and he couldn't find the answer, until he got a call from Callen.

"Hey, Deeks, Hetty wants you to come over."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Ok, I'll be there in 10. See you then." Deeks turned to Gibson saying. "Hey Danny, hold the tips over here."

"Where are you going?" Gibson was drinking a cup of coffee recently bought.

"My old boss wants to see me." And he left without a chance for further conversation.

When Deeks entered through the doors of the Ops center, six months after he'd left, the homesick feeling eased. Everything was still the same, the same people, the busyness. He inhaled air with a scent of sea, a scent of some sort of peace. Not the odor of the precinct, sweat, coffee, seeing the bad guys locked up in the dungeons, being dragged into the precinct, yelling at the top of their lungs. People bumping into each other, running from side to side as if 24 hours of the day wasn't enough to solve their problems. Phones ringing, sheets of paper flying through the air, being passed from hand to hand, white boards, boards with details of just another murder, pictures, files… chaos. Being exactly where he stands makes him realize that if he didn't know where he was, he'd never say that he was in a law enforcement agency. People walk, looking calm on the outside, but on the inside, they are killing themselves with doubts, problems; at least they don't scream it out loud.

"Mr. Deeks." Hetty's easily recognizable voice drifted into Deeks' ears. She stood before him. "Good to see you again. It looks different to you?" she asked, watching him look at every nook and corner.

"My desk and…her desk…they are occupied by others."

"Mr. Callen and Mr. Hanna had to find new agents." Hetty pointed his desk. "Agent Nita Chavez." Then she pointed Kensi's desk. "And Agent Noah Wentworth."

"Where are they?"

"At the boatshed with Mr. Callen and Mr. Hanna."

"Why did you want to see me? I guess it isn't because you missed me."

"Join me for a cup of tea?"

"No thanks. I don't like tea and I have to be quick; I left Danny working alone."

"Danny? Your new partner, isn't he?"

"Daniel Gibson, yes. But I guess you already knew that."

"Why so, Mr. Deeks?"

"You never lose track of your agents."

"You are no longer a NCIS agent; you knew that when you presented resignation."

"I know, but you needed to check on me. You missed me, didn't you?" He smiled, seeing her face. Hetty turned back to him.

"You cheeky bastard!" Hetty mumbled and walked with her hands folded behind her back. "Ms. Blye's has been aborted; there were suspicions that her cover had been blown. I thought that you would like to know that."

"Have you told the others, or am I, again, the last one to find out?"

"No. I only received this information late yesterday."

"Well, I appreciate this information, I really do, but I have work to do. If you'll excuse me." He left the room and went out. He lied, too many days had passed and he needed her, he missed her, he needed to see her.

When he was gone, Hetty smiled after taking a sip of the steamy tea:

"Always the same…"

She had check on him…

Day 3 (January, 1st month)

Deeks walked from side to side, over and over again.

"Have you seen Hetty?" He asked Sam.

"No. Have you looked for her in the shooting range?"

"No." Deeks was breathless and mindless. He couldn't even think, well, his mind only had one thought and it kept mulling over the same idea, over and over again, giving himself a headache; it seemed impossible to not think about it. He left, sighing and passing his fingers through his hair.

Hetty was in there, practicing her shooting. He waited until she finished and went in.

"I'm out," he simply said.

"Could you be clearer, Mr. Deeks?"

"I want to go back to the LAPD. I want to present my resignation."

"That's a big step. Have you thought about it?"

"My head is going to explode and my heart is on the edge of an abyss. I need to distance myself from this. I need to resign or I'll go nuts."

"Mr. Deeks, do what you feel you have to do."

"You'll have my resignation letter on your desk by the end of the day."

Day 12 (January, 1st month)

Twelve days, almost two weeks, too many hours, too many minutes, far too many seconds to even be counted. Deeks just couldn't sleep a wink in his house; he felt like he was going crazy. He went to her house every three days, and there he would sink onto the couch and finally fall asleep. He misses her too much, and he realizes he's falling apart for not having told her… anything. He opened the door quietly because even the tiniest noise would cause a loud echo and that scared him; it made it feel like the house was empty. He found Callen sleeping there, who immediately pulled his gun and pointed it at Deeks. He lowered it and offered him a seat on the couch. Sam opened the fridge door, startling Deeks - he hadn't noticed the man there. He brought three beers and the three sat down and drank.

"Have you guys had any news from Kensi?"

Callen and Sam looked between each other and Sam answered, "Hetty can't tell us much."

If he only knew he was being fooled…

Day 64 (Mid-March, 3rd month)

It was March; the sun rays were shy and the weather was too cold and too dry. Kensi was not used to the weather yet; it had barely been a month. During winter it had snowed. Stuttgart was not Los Angeles and Thierry Ediker, aka Matthäus Beich, wasn't Sam, Callen or Deeks. But, this was her duty and she had learned to accept it. It has been a while since she's heard Deeks' jokes in the morning. It has been a while since she's heard Eric's whistle. It has been a while since she's heard Nell speaking really quickly, and usually correctly. It has been a while since she hasn't heard Sam and Callen bickering about an unimportant thing and it has been a while since she has heard Hetty mentioning the risks of taking certain things on missions. It has only been forty days and she has already broken three cars and sent two men to hospital. Forty days on a foreign country and she misses everything and everyone.

Day 153 (April, 5th month)

"Hi." Deeks turned around. A tall, blonde woman was staring at him. She had beautiful brown eyes, and they were staring at him.

"Hey…"

"I-I've seen you in here a couple of times." She was the waitress at the coffee shop where he went every morning, and that woman was always looking at him. "You're the guy who doesn't like sugar in your coffee." She smiled and he smiled back. "I'm Sarah. My shift ends at 5; you think you're available?"

"No-I'm so sorry, but-"

"Oh, so you're dumping me?" She sounded offended.

"Well, technically I'm not dumping you because we haven't even been on a date."

"Oh, ok!" Now she sounded really mad. "So when you become a real man, and you want me, I won't be available for you!"

"I don't doubt it; I have seen you jumping on every man that comes through here!" Deeks left the coffee shop with his coffee in his hands and Sarah furious, swearing and cursing at him.

Day 169 (6th month)

"Hetty," Kensi said in lower voice. "I think my cover has been blown."

"How long can Mr. Ediker hold you there, safely?"

"Maybe fifteen days, it's not sure. I believe they are starting to suspect me. I think Frieda Godfrey would be better off leaving Germany and returning to her home in America and be the American she used to be."

"Ms. Blye, the Director will take the necessary steps. Until then, stay safe." Kensi hung up and swallowed slowly. Stay safe when people are suspecting. Ah, just one more day in the life of an undercover operative.

Kensi had wanted to give up on the mission a long time ago, but she was afraid that after returning, things would not be the same. There were too many unsolved things; she knows everything that has happened across the Atlantic Ocean, but not everyone knows what's happened in Europe. One night of weakness and she may have made some mistakes, but Ediker is the only help she has in there. One night, that is all; none of them spoke of it again. It should have never have happened. Still, she felt like she may have cheated on someone.

Day 181 (June, 6th month, present time)

It's afternoon and now that he's got that news from Hetty, he feels relieved again. He needs to go to her apartment, knows that she would be there soon. He doesn't feel angry at her, not at all. She knows everything that had happened, even though she hasn't spoken with him, but he's okay with that. He just needs her and that's the only thing he needs to know.

Next update might be soon 'cause I already have the sixth chapter revised (all thanks to you Di!). It'll be an interesting chapter about Kensi and Deeks encounter after 6 months.

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