A/N

Two things:

1) Thank You to EVERYONE who reviewed/alerted/favorite this story. Hearing what you have to say totally makes my day ( : thanks for the support.

2) TWINKIES are cylinder-shaped sponge cakes filled with cream. (They are amazing.)

Thanks for reading, love you guys!

~A

He heard the sound of cars rushing through the streets behind him and droplets of water falling from the rooftops nearly missing his face as he walked down the cold, dark alley. A homeless man sat against the wall to his right inhaling what looked to be cocaine, and as he walked past he threw the man a twenty dollar bill, and told him to get lost. Finally at the end of the alley a dark figure appeared, barely visible.

He quietly called out "Uncle Sam?"

"Follow me." The man muttered in reply.

He did as he was told and followed the man around the corner and down another alley, finding a large door at the end. The man opened it and a large warehouse was revealed.

"Jack, buddy, how are you mate?" A tall, skinny man walked up to him in what had to be a very expensive suit and Italian shoes.

"I'm uhh… I'm alright." Jack nervously replied.

"I seem to pick up a bit of hesitation in your answer, mate. Why would that be? Are you nervous?"

"Umm I.."

"You should be nervous, Jack. We had a deal, you made me a promise, and I don't quite like it when people break their promises, Jack. I don't like it one bit." He slowly stepped towards a table, picking up the crow bar that had been laying on it.

"I couldn't do it."

"You couldn't do it, huh mate? I didn't think you had much of a choice."

"I don't want to hurt her." Jack firmly stated, looking into the man's eyes.

"Well hurting her," he shook the crow bar in front of Jack's face. "is not your job. All you had to do was put a little Rohypnol in her drink and let my guys take care of the rest."

"What if her partner finds out?"

"Well then we'll have to do something about him too, now won't we Jacky-boy? I want it done by ten o'clock tomorrow. You know the consequence if that doesn't happen."

"You gettin' the hang of it, Kens?" Deeks called to his partner from across the waves.

"Umm, kind of, wait, whoa!" Kensi flipped her board and ended up under water. Deeks swam as quickly as possible to where she was and pulled her up from under the water.

"You okay Fern?" He helped her get back on top of her board as she coughed up the salty ocean water she had brutally inhaled.

"Yeah," She coughed another few times. "I'm fine," Two more coughs. "I'm good Deeks, you can let me go now." He looked down and realized he was still gripping her arm. "Go get back on your board surfer-boy, I'll be fine." If there was one thing you could say about Kensi Blye, she sure as hell never gave up.

"Yeah, um, I think maybe we can go get lunch now." He had to be honest, he was worried about Kensi. Maybe they should have practiced on land a little longer, maybe Kensi needed some swimming lessons.

"Are you giving up on me, Deeks?" She sent her most judging look towards him and he couldn't help but think 'judging, new attitude to add to the Kensi adorableness list, along with stubborn, mad as hell, and sarcastic.'

"Never." This was one of the many things he could never do to Kensi, among lying to her, betraying her, and leaving her, he could absolutely never give up on her. But he was still a little worried about her swimming skills.

"Then let's surf." She wasn't sure why he was so scared, it wasn't like she almost died or anything, she just swallowed a little water, she could handle this.

"I'm getting kind of tired, we could go watch a movie?" He didn't want to fight with her on whether she could or couldn't handle the waves right now, he just wanted to go so that he could teach her another time when the waves weren't so big and he didn't have to be scared about her drowning.

"If you really want to Deeks." She didn't really want to stay that badly, but she did want to impress him, in his element. Besides, she didn't want to fight with him right now, and his being protective of her was really sweet.

"Okay let's go."

They paddled back to shore together and walked up the beach debating, bickering rather, on whether they should get pizza or Chinese food. Kensi won the argument, Deeks giving in only because the sad look she gave him when he said he would not drive to the pizza place was just too damn adorable.

Eric sat down on the couch next to Nell with a bowl of popcorn. They were coming up on the fifth episode of Doctor Who they had watched that morning, spending most of the time arguing about who was the better doctor and one-upping each other with Doctor Who quotes and trivia.

It had been a few hours and they needed to leave soon to catch the 1:15 tour of the historic landmarks of Hawaii, a waste of time, Eric thought, in comparison to a Doctor Who marathon with Nell.

Once the finale of season three was over Eric got up to put the popcorn and dvds away, and Nell went into the bathroom to fix her makeup and hair before leaving.

"Ready to go?" Nell walked out in shorts and a tank top, just short and low-cut enough, Eric wondered if she tried to put him through hell keeping his imagination from showing it's effects on him.

"Uhh, yeah, I'm good but," 'cover up, you're driving me insane'

"Yes?"

"Don't you want a, um, jacket, or, something... it can get cold in the forest..."

"I'm fine Eric." 'is he staring where I think he's staring?'

"Okay, uh, lets go." She latched onto his arm as they walked out the door.

"Why would you put spinach on pizza?" Deeks asked her, looking to start a fight.

"It's really good. A lot of people happen to like it, Deeks."

"It's an insult to Italians everywhere, spinach was not meant for pizza, spinach was meant for Popeye."

"Pizza was not made by Italians Deeks, it was invented in New York." Deeks new this, but he said it anyway, it was good seeing Kensi in a good mood, and Deeks couldn't help but love the little smile that crept up Kensi's face when she believed she one-upped him.

"Touche."

"So we're getting spinach on the pizza then?"

"No."

"Please?" There was that damn look again. How could he say no to those big brown eyes and the little pout she was putting on? He was defenseless against his gorgeous partner.

"Fine, half and half."

"Yay." She was smiling like a little kid. As she looked over his shoulder the smile went away. "I'll be right back." She swiftly walked away from Deeks and the man standing behind him.

"Wait, Kens where are you going-" Deeks asked.

"Kensi, don't go-" Jack yelled towards her at the same time.

"You?" Deeks turned around and asked as he recognized the voice. He turned toward him, eyes beating at him intimidatingly. "You stand up my partner, and then have the nerve to show up here while we're having lunch?" He wasn't sure whether his anger was fueled by his protectiveness of his partner, or the jealousy that she would go on a date with another man on their vacation.

"In all fairness, I just came here to have lunch, mate."

"Next time you see Kensi, just by chance even, and she hasn't noticed you're there yet, I'll tell you what you're gonna do, mate, you're gonna turn around, and walk away, and act like you never met her, because she doesn't need the sort of person that would just leave her in a restaurant, wondering why she got stood up, screwing up her life."

"I can explain why I wasn't there."

"Look, buddy, no explanation necessary, you just need to know one thing; you left a wonderful, strong, beautiful woman waiting in that restaurant. She's the type of woman that doesn't come around too often, and you would have been damn lucky to have her, but you screwed that up, so piss off."

"I'm sorry, please tell Kensi that, I wouldn't have left her there if I didn't have to."

"Wait," Kensi walked over to them from around the corner. "I wanna hear why you didn't come."

"Thank you"

"Just get on with it." He was testing her patience.

"Um, my daughter, she fell down the stairs at our house, she broke her arm and ankle, and she was bruised up pretty badly. I would have called, but I guess I didn't think about it. I was just worried about my little girl."

"You have a daughter?"

"Yes."

"Is she okay?"

"She should be alright."

"I'm sorry for calling you a jerk."

"You didn't."

"Well, not out loud."

"Alright, you can make up for it."

"How?"

"How about dinner tonight?"

Kensi wanted to trust him, go along with it, and go on the date that night, but something in her gut felt wrong, she needed a day to think it over.

"How about tomorrow?"

"Okay, that works." He smiled at her softly. 'Cutting it close.' he thought. "I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"Okay."

Deeks was still standing beside them. He didn't like this. Something was off to him. And not just because he could smell that horrid spinach pizza.

"And to your left you will see Fern Acres, a Census Designated Place in the county of Hawai'i. The population of Fern Acres is approximately seven hundred and fifty persons, according to the 2000 census." A strong, monotonous voice recited from the front of the bus.

"Sorry for making you come with me on this." Nell said to Eric, heavy empathy in her voice.

"It's not that bad." Honestly, Eric didn't care where he was, as long as it was with her.

"It's pretty horrible, actually, it's almost like they pay the guy to bore us to death." 'It could be worse,' she thought. 'I could have come here without Eric.'

"Come on, it's okay." He didn't know why he was defending it, maybe he was actually managing to have a good time, he got to talk to Nell.

"I thought you would hate it?"

"At least I'm with you." Nell blushed, she had no idea where the sentiment came from, and really, neither did Eric, he kind of blurted it out.

"That definitely makes it better." That was all she could come up with at the moment. Because, she never was good with words, especially when it comes to Eric, and they were technically on a date together, well, on a vacation together, and that surfing lesson, that damn surfing lesson had entirely scrambled her brain. So, just a few words would have to do, sentimental or not.

"You know, we could ditch the bus when it stops at the souvenir shop." Eric suggested, changing the subject.

"How are we gonna get back to the hotel?"

"We could take a taxi back."

"Alright, but you're paying the taxi fare."

"Deal."

A/N II

Okay, time to go watch NCIS.

Side note:

My fanfic is indeed factually incorrect, pizza was first invented in Naples, Italy, I needed that to change for the story to work.

~A