Author's Note- I'm baaaack :)
I'll be wrapping up the case in the next chapter or two, and continue on with the more romantic aspects of the story.
I think I'll do a sequel, it all depends on how many chapters I decide to do, and, of course, your feedback! So please Review!
All mistakes are mine, I don't own NCIS, blah, blah, blah. Onwards with the story!
Chapter 11.
A.J.'s POV.
As we walk out of Ops, Callen and Sam turn to me and Sam says, "Well A.J., you two are awfully alike."
"Who, Lucy and I? I should hope so, she's my sister, after all."
"Your sister's FBI?" Callen says, more than a little shocked.
"I would have thought you knew, Callen."
"I haven't had a chance to review your file, yet."
"Oh." It shocked me how disappointed I was to hear that Callen, G. Callen, didn't find reviewing the file of his newest agent important. He has better things to do than think of me.
30 minutes later.
Callen's phone rang. For the past half hour, everyone has been relatively quiet. Deeks and Kensi are out in the field, Dinozzo and Gibbs left 10 minutes ago to interview Sara Miller's parents, Eric and Nell are typing furiously on their computers in Ops, Nate is working on the profile, and Sam, Callen, and I are reviewing all the evidence.
"Yeah, Kenz, Sam and I will be there in 10." He said, hanging up the phone. "Kensi and Deeks caught Sara Miller getting in a taxi in front of her apartment. Their bringing her to the boatshed now."
"Let's go, then." Sam said.
"A.J., as soon as we find Porter's whereabouts, I'll call you, and you and Nate gear up and head to the location, okay?" Callen says to me.
"Yeah." I say dizzily, as those clear blue eyes look at mine. He has the most beautiful eyes.
"Tell Gibbs and Dinozzo as well, when they come back."
"Of course."
And then, he left.
I return to the photos of all the evidence, searching for a clue, a hint, of where Porter could be. I don't even realise the minutes going past until Nate says to me, "The profile is absolutely no help at finding where Porter could be hiding. What about Deeks and Kensi? Did they find Sara Miller?"
"Yeah," I say, "They brought her into the boatshed-" I pause to check my watch, "an hour ago. Callen said he'd call if Sara told him where Porter was."
My phone rings. Caller ID: G. Callen. I press 'answer'.
"Callen?" I say. "Did you find him?"
His voice came through the phone slightly muffled. "Yeah, she was meant to meet him at LAX at three. Its a quarter past two now."
"Great. Are we bringing him in?"
"Yeah. You and Nate gear up and meet us at LAX in 15 minutes. Are Gibbs and Dinozzo back yet?"
I look up to see the two D.C agents saunter in to the bullpen. "They just walked in. I'll tell them."
"Okay." Callen's voice came through the phone followed by a different sound. Click.
"Gear up." I say. "We found Porter."
"Where?" Dinozzo asks.
"The Girlfriend was supposed to meet him at LAX, at three pm. Callen wants us there in fifteen." I answer.
"We better get going, then." Gibbs says.
We take two separate cars. Gibbs' rental, and my SRX. It's the same model as Kensi's, but in red. It still has the bullet hole in the wind shield from my first week on the job, and the bumper has a few dings from where I was rear-ended last weekend. Gotta love L.A.
I have briefed Hetty, grabbed my gear, and arrived at LAX, all in thirteen minutes. I park my car beside Sam's Challenger, and Gibbs' car pulls in beside mine.
Callen tells Gibbs, Dinozzo, Nate, and I that Kensi and Deeks are parked outside where Sara was meant to meet Porter, and will call us as soon as he shows.
2.59 pm.
"He's early." I say to Callen, our guns in our holsters, and bulletproof vests on our backs.
"By a minute." He says with a smile. "There he is."
I tear my eyes away from that beautiful face of his, and turn my head to witness Adam Porter step out of a taxi, and onto the side walk.
"Adam Porter?" I say, approaching him.
He turns, and his eyes immediately find the letters printed across my vest.
N-C-I-S.
He turns to run, but his path is blocked by passers-by, one of them being the very imposing Sam Hanna.
"Hello." He says. "Turn around."
As Sam handcuffs him, Callen asks, "Who has the bomb?"
"My sister's death will be avenged." Porter says.
"Who has the bomb?" Callen repeats.
"There is nothing you can do."
"A.J, Nate, take him back to the boatshed."
I nod, and my partner and I grab Porters' arms, and shove him into my car.
At the boatshed.
Kensi and Deeks enter the room. Callen and Sam have been interrogating Porter for the past hour.
"Anything?" says Kensi.
"Nope." Nate says.
"Has Callen cut the feed yet?" Deeks says.
"I'd say he's just about to." Nate answers.
Sure enough, mere seconds later, Callen stands up on a chair and unplugs the video feed.
"Great." I say.
"Callen cut the feed already?" Gibbs says, sauntering into the room with Dinozzo in tow.
"Yeah." Nate says.
"How long?" Gibbs asks.
"He cut the feed less than a minute ago, so, wait for it, now." Deeks says.
The sound of the door opening proves Deeks' timing right.
"He's that predictable?" I ask.
"Yup." Kensi says.
"A waiter at the ball, Jason Miller, is Sara's cousin. He's gonna plant the bomb." Callen says, dialling a number on his phone. "Eric, I need an address for Jason Miller, Sara Miller's cousin. Thanks. Text A.J. his work address."
"A.J., Deeks, head to his workplace. Gibbs, Nate, head to his house. Kensi, take Dinozzo, go to the banquet hall where the ball is being held. Sam and I will head to a warehouse in Hollywood that Miller has been renting." Callen said.
We knew why Callen mixed the teams up. Dinozzo nor Gibbs knew the streets of Los Angeles very well, but I can't help but think of why he would send me with Deeks. Team bonding, maybe?
Deeks and I walk up to my car. As Deeks rounds to the drivers' side, I say sternly, "Don't even think about it, Deeks."
"Wasn't going to."
"Uh-huh, sure."
I've only been here a week and a half, but I know enough about human behaviour to know when someone has feelings for another person, and I see that in Deeks and Kensi. The flirtatious jokes, the nicknames, the way Deeks looks at her, and the way she looks at him. Like they would take a bullet for each other.
He used to look at me that way.
As we arrive at Jason Millers' workplace, a beat up diner that looked like it was in dire need of a coat of paint, Deeks asks, "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
"You look a little down. What's up?"
"Nothing."
"Come on, I'm a detective. There's no use in trying to hide something from me."
"Just deep in thought, that's all."
"A.J., look, I get it. You're the new girl. Trying to fit in. I've been there."
"It's not anything like that, Deeks. But thank you." I didn't want him to know I was thinking about him, and Kensi.
"For what?"
"For asking." I say, ending the conversation. "Excuse me? May I speak to the manager?"
"You're lookin' at her." The woman at the counter says. "Dorothy Martin, but everyone calls me Dottie. What can I get you two?"
"Actually," I say, flashing my badge. "I was wondering if you could answer some questions."
"About what?" She snapped, her attitude suddenly turning hostile. Clearly someone who doesn't like law enforcement.
"Jason Miller, one of your employees."
"Well, why don't you ask him yourself? He just finished up his shift. He should be headin' to his car right about now."
Deeks and I turn to see a man matching Miller's description getting in his car. "Thank you, Dottie." I say, sprinting out the door behind Deeks.
"Jason Miller!" Deeks shouts. "Federal Agents!"
The man, who is short and stubby, takes off in a sprint. Well, I don't know if you'd call it a 'sprint'. It didn't take us long to catch him.
"Check the car." Deeks says to me.
I pop the trunk. What I see shocks me. "Uhh, Deeks?"
"Yeah?" he says, wrangling Miller from the ground.
"Found the bomb."
Deeks walks over, and together we look at a weapon that could have been used to kill hundreds of innocent people, our director included. And it is the size of a small television.
"How big an explosion could this cause?" Deeks asks me, knowing my forensic science background.
"It would surely take out the whole banquet hall." I answer. "I'll call Sam and Callen."
"Call CSU as well, tell them to bring the car in." Deeks says.
"Yeah, you stay with the car, and I'll take him in."
"Why can't I take him in?"
I answer with a laugh, "And let you drive my car? No way."
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