Hailey and I take our seats across the table from Brock. Brock was fuming, but kept his composure.
"We can either do this the easy way, or we can do this the dirty." I say.
Hailey was taken back at my opening statement, but kept her silence.
"Talk, or I will have you put in general and let it slip that you like to dress in drag." I say.
Hailey couldn't contain her laughter.
"You wouldn't dare." Brock said, with a death glare.
"Who's serving life in prison, without the chance of parole?" I say. "It's not beneath me to fight dirty."
"What do you want to know?" Brock asked, growling at me.
"There's a sex slave trade in the area. You worked it a few years back." Hailey said.
"One ran by the Russians?" Brock asked.
"That's the one." I say.
"Uhh." Brock said hesitating.
"Wow, that's a first." I say.
"Yeah, Brock is at a loss for words." Hailey said.
"What you didn't know Deeks is that two detectives were killed after you were pulled off of the assignment, and I was nearly killed." Brock said.
"Do you still have the information?" I ask.
"You're going to L.A.P.D. clearance." Brock said.
"Shouldn't be a problem." Hailey said.
Hailey and I get up from the table, and then exit the room. We we're outside before Hailey asked the question.
"Do we even have a clue what we're looking for?"
"Your guess is as good as mine." I say.
We jump in my vehicle, and head back to the police station.
N.C.I.S. L.A.
Present-
"So how long did it take for you and Hailey to find the files?" Nate asked.
"A couple of days." I say.
"Did you know what you we're looking for, or did you just stumble upon it?" Nate asked.
"A little of both." I say.
"Mr. Getz." Hetty said of the wire.
"Be right there." Nate said.
"The tiny ninja requesting an audience?" I asked.
"A tiny ninja that has no problem scaring the living daylights out of you." Said to Nate.
"A tiny ninja that loves scaring the living daylights out of you." Nate said to me.
"That sounds like her." I say.
Nate just laughed and exited the room.
"Is any of this relevant?" Granger asked as Nate entered the room.
"What do you want to know: how he was shot or after he was shot and how your asset picked him up?" Nate asked.
"We don't have much time." Hetty said.
"A body was found that in Paris, France that matches the description of Seamus Moore." Granger said.
"I'm guessing that Moore was found dead?" Nate said, more statement than asked.
"Yes, and Moore was tortured for information; before being killed." Granger said.
Nate looked at the clock and saw that it was going on lunch.
"Can we do this after lunch?" Nate asked.
Hetty handed Nate a bag of food. Nate looked at the bag.
"What's this?" Nate asked.
"Fish tacos." Granger said.
"All right." Nate said.
Hetty and Granger watch as Nate and I make our way out on the back to have lunch.
"Hetty thinks I'm dirty?" I ask after swallowing.
"I didn't get a definitive answer." Nate said.
"It's Hetty, she never gives definitive answers. And Granger is here to keep her, scratch that, the assistant director is here to keep my feet to the fire." I say and then take another bite.
"They want you to get to the point." Nate says.
"They want to know what happened after that day on the pier." I say.
Nate nods his head.
"So much for a warm up." I say.
"We're on a clock agent." Granger said, as Hetty and he walked out onto the patio.
"What's different this time, as opposed to any other time?" I ask.
"Seamus Moore was found dead in Paris." Hetty said.
I mull something over in my head, and then ask.
"How long ago?" I ask.
"Forty-eight hours ago." Hetty said.
I think for a few seconds, and then I grab the pen and pad of paper next to Nate. I jot down a string of numbers, and then pass it to Granger.
"For Sasha." I say.
Granger takes the paper without questioning it, and then leaves. I finish my meal and then I throw the trash out.
"So where were we?" I ask.
N.C.I.S. L.A.
"Hello." Sasha said answering the phone.
"I'm sending you an email containing a string of numbers that we just got from Deeks." Granger said.
"We'll get right on." Sasha said, and then hung up the phone. "Tanner, incoming."
Tanner brings the email up, and then enters the number into a longitude and latitude grid. It comes up in Paris, France.
"Mount up." Sasha said.
N.C.I.S. L.A.
Pacific Ocean, five years ago-
I'm adrift in the Pacific Ocean for days, I have no sense of time; I've lost track of time after being shot. Two, three days, maybe. It could have been longer. To be honest, I'm not exactly sure how I wasn't eaten by a shark after being wounded. I regaining consciousness when I see a man in front of me.
"Se-! It'- x Gentry." A man shouted.
They were all garbled up from all the sea water in my system. I see a man walk up to me, and I know him.
"-y M-x Gentry, are you –ay?" Seamus asked.
"What?" I asked quietly.
"G- down- deck." Seamus said.
I feel myself being rolled onto a stretch, and then I carried below deck. I'm in the makeshift O.R. being fixed up. I feel them cleaning my wound, and stitching it up. I feel the delirium stating to set in; it's not the first time I experienced this sort of thing. I know I will be in and out of consciousness for a few days. Standing out in the hall way to my room Seamus and his men are talking.
"How long was he in the ocean for?" Seamus asked.
"The doctor said given the deterioration of the wound, a week. We need to get him to a hospital. He has contracted some sort of disease that has sent him spiraling out of control." His bodyguard said.
"Call the chopper in Singapore. Tell them to meet us halfway." Seamus said.
"Singapore." The bodyguard asked.
"I have no idea where the shooter is at. If they're still in America, they will be checking the hospitals." Seamus said, and then went topside.
The bodyguard came in to check on me.
"The infamous Max Gentry. I've heard many great things about you." The man said.
"Don't believe everything you hear." I choke out.
"I've heard nothing, but good thing about you." The man said. "Get some rest. We're going to life flight you to Singapore in a couple of days." The man said.
I nod my head, and then I drift off into the abyss. It takes two days to reach the point for the helicopter for a safe flight out and back to Singapore, without running out of fuel. I stay in Singapore for a few weeks until the disease has run its course. A few days later I feel myself being take up onto the deck, and then being loaded into the helicopter, from there I'm flown to a hospital that has dealings with Seamus business leanings.
A day later I feel the helicopter land on the roof of the hospital. I feel hot, feverish even. I see the team of doctors and nurses waiting on the platform waiting to take me below to the O.R. to get me cleaned up and properly diagnosed. An hour later the doctor comes back with his prognosis.
"Mr. Gentry has an infection that has affect a minuscule portion of his brain. We are pumping the necessary antibiotics into his system to correct the problem. Seeing as he was in the ocean for a time I want to keep him here for a while to make sure there aren't any adverse side effects." The doctor said.
"I have business elsewhere. I'm going to leave a bodyguard here. If there is any change, you contact him; and then he will contact me." Seamus said.
"Okay." The doctor said.
Seamus gave one of his men the order to keep an eye on me, and then he leaves taking the rest of his men with him.
N.C.I.S. L.A.
Paris, France; Present day-
Sasha and his team were prepping to raid the location that I gave them. He also involve the local authorities, and local American assets also. Quentin and the police snipers had surrounded the complex, while the ground forces were moving in. Before the ground forces got the door Quentin shot a tango on the roof, kicking the fire fight off.
N.C.I.S. L.A.
Los Angeles-
"Agent Moore, it's been awhile." Callen said.
"Not long enough." Moore said.
"Where's Johnson? If this is going to be a pissing match we want to talk to somebody who we can deal with." Sam said.
"Special Agent Johnson is in there right now." Moore said, pointing to a building behind them.
There were gun shots coming from the building in question. The five agents drew their weapons and went to clear the building. After the building had been cleared they found Agent Johnson in basement with a round in his forehead.
"Moore, get on the wire and tell them your op went south." Callen.
"Johnson is deep six?" Moore asked.
"Yep." Sam said. "We'll clean up here."
"Thanks." Moore said.
It would take them a few hours to clean up and sift through the rubble.
N.C.I.S. L.A.
"Tanner!" Sasha shouted.
"What do we have?" Tanner asked.
"Another wild goose chase." Sasha said showing him the documents.
"Well, let's get started." Tanner said.
It was another mission going from point to point taking down the Russian groups business.
N.C.I.S. L.A.
Singapore, Five years ago-
The fever breaks in twelve hours, but I stay unconscious for two weeks. I wake up occasionally throughout that two week period, but it's not until the two weeks are up that I actually start talking.
I begin to wake up on the first day of the third week.
"Doctor call that man." The attending nurse said.
A few minutes later Seamus' man shows up.
"Tell me Max, what do you remember?"
"The last thing I remember I was standing on a dock in L.A.; from there I barely remember being pulled up, and being operated on aboard Seamus' yacht. Next thing I know I'm being flown to a hospital in Singapore." I say.
"Anything else?" The man asks.
"Nope, that's it." I say.