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Deeks entered the Ops Center and bumped against someone.

"Oh, I'm…sorry…" Deeks' heart almost jumped off his chest when he looked at the person. They needed some time away from each other, even though they stared and liked to see each other again. It was somewhat scary to avoid what happened, but they had to be professionals.

"It was my fault, it's ok." Kensi answered, giving distance between both them.

"So, what you're doing here?"

"I came to speak with Hetty." She said while walking side by side with him. "I need to get back my old life."

"Right, of course. It's your life."

She stopped in front of him, looking into his eyes. "It's not what I meant Deeks…"

Hetty showed up and broke the moment, calling:

"Ms. Blye, please to my office. Mr. Deeks, upstairs. Everyone is waiting for you."

"Not everyone." He sighed while climbing up the stairs, looking behind at Kensi.

"We found the guy that Mario described." Eric said, showing traffic cameras.

"He's wounded too." Sam said. "Looks like Mario was telling us the truth after all."

"Hey Deb (…)" Gibson was talking n the phone. "Right, Deeks and I will be right there." He turned to Deeks, Sam and Callen. "Ok people, here is where things get interesting. Deb just called me, she was called to a break in a house, Brooks' house. She said everything is trashed over."

Deeks stepped in and introduced them. "Deborah Grint, LAPD, Sam Hanna, G. Callen, NCIS."

"I thought you weren't coming Marty." Deb said as entering the house.

"Are you sleeping with her too?" Callen asked on a joke.

"What? No! Wait, too? Kensi told you guys?"

"No, but now we know!" Sam stated on a laugh, entering the house as well as Callen.

"Your tongue slipped!" Gibson joked, passing by him.

Deeks turned back to the front entrance of the house with arms wide open. "Someone else wants to make a joke about me? No? Ok!" Deeks entered the residence, exclaiming. "Wow, this guy didn't really like to clean the house!"

"I think whoever did this, found the files." Sam affirmed near a picture on the wall covering a safe-deposit box.

"Hey, Callen," Gibson called his attention, looking discreetly out the window. "is just me or that's-"

"Sam, the guy Mario saw is outside."

"Yep, it is what I was saying!" Gibson grumbled.

"Gibson, Deeks, take the back." They all pulled the guns and walked quietly.

"Federal Agents!" Sam yelled and the guy started running. "Stop!"

Sam and Callen chased the guy and Gibson and Deeks ran up the street to get him on the intersection. Gibson kept running and Deeks hide.

"Stop, LAPD!" Gibson yelled, pointing the gun to the man. "Deeks, he's running to you!"

Deeks appeared suddenly from behind a bush and got him. "I don't know why they never stop, if I had a gun pointed to my face I'd stop!"

While Deeks and Gibson were picking up Mario again for identification, Sam and Callen were on the interrogation.

"Rick Finnegan…" Callen said slowly, walking on the room.

"Yeah, that's me."

"Why did you run, and where are the files?"

"I didn't take them, but I know who did."

"Then why were you at Brooks' house?" Sam inquired.

"I was outside my friend's house. You think if I had taken them I'd be there?"

"You know," Callen continued. "there are some morbid things human beings do and one of them is stay and watch. Did you watch Brooks die too?"

"No, and I'm glad for that; he told me to run away."

"Oh really?" Sam even smiled with the coincidence of the fact. "We have a guy out there, the one you shot, and he said the exact same thing. And, he also said Brooks' was his friend."

"The other guy, only by a chance, is around 5'4'' tall, brown skin, really shaved head…?" Sam and Callen stared at him. "Yeah, he's really bad at stalking. Jameson was worried about this guy following him day after day. He said once when he was taking a short cut through an alley, he showed up out of nowhere and pushed him against a wall, strangling him."

"Ok, so we're going to put you two together in this room and I want to learn about who's lying."

"I'm not lying. Bring him in; I know what happened and I know what I've done."

Sam and Callen left the division after Gibson leave there Mario. On the outside, the four agents were watching Mario and Rick who haven't said a word yet. Just she kept looking at each other, Mario was sat on a chair and Rick was leaning on the wall with the arms crossed over the chest. On that moment, and really quietly, Kensi entered the room. Gibson was the only one who noticed her through the reflection the screen and looked back.

"Hey there. You are?"

"Kensi Blye, NCIS. You?" After hearing her name Sam and Callen turned back, but Deeks kept looking at the screen.

"Hey Kens," Callen proffered giving her a hug. "how did it go in Germany?"

"Good." She giggled after Sam giving her a hug too, lifting her from the ground. "My cover was almost discovered, but it was good. Oh, and who's he?" She asked pointing Gibson.

"Daniel Gibson, Marty's partner at the LAPD." Gibson himself answered, stretching his hand for a handshake that Kensi politely accepted.

"Nice to meet you."

"Oh my, the pleasure is all mine!" Gibson said gallantly, getting a sideway look from Deeks.

"I've been with Agents Chavez and Wentworth at the Ops, they seem pretty nice."

"Yeah, but Hetty has plans to make them form a team." Sam said, somehow excited for knowing he may have back his old team again.

"Yeah, I think that that is good…" Deeks said not deviating the eyes from the screen.

Nell distracted them by providing them new facts:

"Guys, Eric and I got from traffic cams near Brooks' house only half an hour after Mario was released." On the video Nell was showing Mario was exiting Brooks' house with the files in hands. He stopped on the sidewalk and made a phone call.

"Nell, can you trace that call?" Callen asked.

"Already did." Eric said. "Mario called Roger Brunwin, his line of work: contract killers. His henchmen always escape all accusation."

Sam entered the interrogation room asking for the files. He coerced Mario and he ended up saying they were already on Brunwin's hands. The files contained profiles of Marines, who just like Jameson, survived when their unity was all or practically all killed. Brunwin's point was to make the Marines believe that by becoming professional killers, they could ease the ache and forget about their dead companions.

"Gibson, take Mario into custody. G, Deeks, with me. Eric and Nell will send to our phones Brunwin's location."

"On it." Deeks spoke, getting up in a hurry following Sam and Callen.

"You know, he hasn't forgiven himself for letting you go without saying a thing…" Gibson told Kensi.

"He didn't know anything, how can he feel guilty?"

"Sam and Callen didn't know it either, and they were kind of rough with him, but then they soothe and lied to him."

"I should be the one feeling guilty, I'm the one who feels bad at it. After all I didn't tell him about the mission and I didn't even call. Now I just can't be around him…I need a bit of space to really understand what's going to happen between us."

"Well, wish you good luck with that." Gibson said walking to the interrogation room with the hands on the pocket. "All I know is that you'll get a great guy, willing to stay and do anything for you, and he'll get an incredible woman."

"Thanks, I guess…"

"Well, I need to release Rick and arrest Mario, so-"

"Right, you have things to do…So do I. Write reports, because of the mission. I like the sea, and I missed it too…that's why I came to here. Feel the sun, breathe LA breeze, hear the sea waves…"

"Of course, I just feel bad for leaving you alone, but as I'll be one my way to LAPD, I won't bother." Gibson smiled back to Kensi. "Enjoy then your sun, breeze, sea and reports."

Kensi took a seat right in front of the window, letting the sun illuminate the paper sheets and took advantage of the June sunny days to tan her skin. Now it was sunny and she was feeling better than how she was in the early rainy and stormy morning. The LA breeze mixed with the scent of salted water invaded her lungs and the sound of the waves breaking made her feel home again. She sighed and grabbed the pen to start the reports as Gibson was leaving to LAPD.