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Of the children who had been "adopted", some had lead fairly normal lives, in respect that they were enrolled in daycares and schools, played with neighbourhood friends, were feed properly, and had a decent place to live. Others lived in horrid conditions, hidden from the world, never going out. This knowledge wasn't what caused the issues. It was the images that began to come across the computer screen in OPs. Images located on the computers in the locker room, and from the homes where the victims had been living. They had not just discovered an abduction ring. They had found a pedophile ring.
Sam and Callen had gone to the mission's gym and worked out harder than they had ever worked out before. They were considering sending the manufacturer of their punching bag a note praising them on producing such a superior product. Then Sam headed home to see his kids and have a glass of a well aged scotch taking Callen with him. They sat on Sam's back patio till the early hours of the morning talking. Hetty had spent the majority of the evening dealing with Director Vance and the Director of the FBI as well as fielding a call from a very grateful Admiral Coverman. He phoned as soon as his plane landed to thank her and her team for recovering his daughter. Hetty never thought she would be in the position where she would be dealing with an Admiral sobbing. She then enjoyed a cup of very rare and expensive herbal tea before leaving the mission to attend midnight mass. Eric and Nell had become involved in a riveting on-line game of Halo Reach. It's amazing how well one can play when they have the need to release combustible levels of stress and energy. Kensi had left OPs and gone to the woman's change room. Mostly, she wanted to be alone for a few minutes to collect her thoughts. Staring at the woman's shower stalls she decided to take one of Hetty's quick "three minute showers". Somehow she felt that it would wash away the images that were currently tormenting her mind and soul. She then changed and packed her bag before heading out into the mission to locate her partner. He had left OPs earlier than any of the other members of the team, but she somehow knew he was still at the mission. She found him, in the bull pen, sitting at his desk staring at his paper work. That by its self did not worry her; after all it was no secret that Deeks did not like paperwork. What did scare her was the pale, lost, distant, depressed, haunting look on his face. She had seen that look before. Kensi took a deep breath, turned around and headed towards the men's locker rooms to retrieve her partner's bag. She returned to the bull pen, to find Deeks sitting in his chair hunched over, his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. Kensi walked over to her partner, dropped her and Deeks bags on the ground, knelt down in front of him, placed her hands over his and removed them from his face. His eyes were moist, his face pale, his expression unchanged and his hands trembling.
Kensi cupped his face with her one hand, while holding both of his with her other. Gently she raised his face till their eyes met.
"Hey." She said quietly
"Kens…I…" He replied in an almost inaudible trembling voice.
"Shhh…." She said as she quietly placed a finger over his lips.
"You trust me, don't you?"
Deeks simply nodded his head once.
"Then come with me."