A/N: NCIS:LA doesn't belong to me, nor does TCW. If they did, Echo and Waxer would be alive, and Ashoka would be in a relationship with her dear Captain.
Just saying.
Grace/Kaitlyn/Tana all belong to me.
I'm updating fast, but school is about to start again, so it'll be a lot longer between updates, which sucks, because I have some awesome ideas.
Anyways, I apologize in advance.
Lyrics belong to All American Rejects.
Kensi POV
I walked with the commander. I wasn't really paying attention, and I was worrying about Sam and Callen. Were they okay?
He stopped, and I stopped too. He took off his helmet, and fixed his gaze on me. "You okay?"
I glared at him, "I'm fine."
I was even more annoyed by the fact that he was completely handsome. His eyes were amber, and he had long eyelashes and high cheekbones. But my mind drifted to Deeks, who was with a sergeant.
Oh. I was zoning out again.
The commander—Bly—raised an eyebrow. I frowned, "OK, to avoid any confusion, just call me Kensi, instead of Agent Blye."
He chuckled, "Alright. But I'm just Bly. No last name. Just Bly."
"Why?" I was curious. I had never met anyone without a last name.
Bly sobered, his grin fading, "Well, that's a long story." He looked at me anxiously, "We're all clones. All of us. Our growth was accelerated, and we were trained to be soldiers from the minute we could walk. Live fire exercises started when we were two. But because of our accelerated growth, were the equivalent of four year olds."
I stared. That's…scary, inhumane…wow. Just wow. Not a good wow. But I was Kensi Blye, so I kept my expression neutral.
He continued, now not meeting my gaze, "I'm 11 years old. But all of us, to the kaminoans, we were just numbers. They didn't give us names, so we picked them ourselves. For example, until I was given the name Bly, I was CC-5052."
I scowled, "That's not right. A number isn't a name."
He snorted, "Try telling that to the kaminoans."
"Kaminoans?"
"The cloners. They're obsessed with perfection."
"Ah."
Kaitlyn POV
NCIS…wow.
I was delighted to see people from my world, but it bothered me what they said. They spent only two months trying to find me? It was a long time granted, but we had spent longer before. So what had made them stop looking for me?
We were in the mess. Fives, Sam, Callen and I still walked over to our usual table in the corner, where Boil, Waxer, Echo, Cody, and Rex already were. I smiled at them and introduced Sam and Callen, "Sam, Callen, this is Commander Cody, Captain Rex, Echo, Waxer, and Boil. Guys, these are NCIS agents Sam Hanna and G Callen."
The clones nodded, and Cody spoke up, "NCIS?"
"Naval Criminal Investigative Services." All three of us 'Earthlings' answered in unison, and then we all exchanged glances. I snorted, and Callen raised an eyebrow. Sam grinned.
Sam looked at the food on Rex's plate and frowned, "Do you guys have an junk food or sugary stuff at all?"
Rex shook his head, and Callen and Sam exchanged looks, fear in their eyes.
I frowned, "What?"
Sam grimaced, "Kensi. She's a sugar addict. Last time she went without sugar for a week, well, not well. We were chasing down a guy, and he shot at us, and she was already really cranky because of the lack of sugar…Anyways she shot him where no man should be shot."
The clones all exchanged horrified glances. Fives shifted, and Waxer's eyes were as big as dinner plates
Callen muttered, "She's really scary when she wants to be."
Sam nodded fervently, and added, "Remember that stakeout? Deeks told us that he would rather make us angry rather then Kensi."
Callen snorted.
Rex exchanged a look with Cody, and Cody nodded. I fixed my gaze on them, and they frowned. Cody spoke, "We could contact the other generals."
I jumped, "Of course! I think I heard something from General Secura about finding two people, but she wasn't very clear. And Commander Bly seemed amused about something."
Cody nodded, and I started humming a tune to myself.
Sam, who was sitting next to me, looked at me, "Gives You Hell? All American Rejects?"
I went silent and then grinned, "I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place
And you're still probably working
At a nine to five pace
I wonder how bad that tastes"
Sam grinned, "That is an amazing song."
All of the clones in the mess started to turn around again, and I saw Kix and Grace walk in. When Grace heard, she broke into a big grin, and started singing along.
"When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
Now where's your picket fence love
And where's that shiny car
And did it ever get you far
You never seemed so tense love
I've never seen you fall so hard
Do you know where you are?
And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I'm lying
When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself
Where'd it all go wrong?
But the list goes on and on
And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I'm lying
When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool, you're just as well
Hope it gives you hell
Now you'll never see
What you've done to me
You can take back your memories
They're no good to me
And here's all your lies
You can't look me in the eyes
With the sad, sad look
That you wear so well
When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well
Hope it gives you hell
When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you hear this song and you sing along but you never tell
Then you're the fool, I'm just as well
Hope it gives you hell
When you hear this song
I hope that it will give you hell
You can sing along
I hope that it puts you through hell
Cody shook us head, and quoted, " 'When you see my face hope it gives you hell." That's a great song for Fett."
Fives, Rex, and Boil chuckled, and Echo and Waxer grinned. I smiled, and glanced at Fives, who winked at me. A slight pink tinge rose to my cheeks.
I rolled my eyes, "OK, let's go contact Master Secura."
Gree POV
He frowned at the two standing next to his Jedi general, and Padawan commander. The woman was short, and small, fragile looking, and she also looked worried, glancing around.
The man was blond, and was glancing around with wonder on his face, but also sadness. Gree padded up beside his general, and announced, "General Secura, and Commander Winter are waiting for you in the communications room."
General Unduli nodded, "Thank you, Commander. Commander, this is Eric Beale, and Nell Jones. Beale, Jones, This is Commander Gree."
They nodded at me politely, and I led the way to the comms room.
Commander Bly nodded at me, but I noticed wryly his attention was fixed on the woman standing next to him. I also noticed the man standing on Bly's other side didn't like the way Bly paying 100% of his attention to her.
Two men also stood on each side of Commander Winter, and General Secura, also stood behind Bly.
Beale and Jones' expressions brightened considerably when they saw the four strangers, and the other four straightened and smiled.
Commander Winter spoke first, "I assume you are Eric Beale, and Nell Jones?" Without waiting for a reply, she continued, "I've heard a lot about you. I'm Commander Kaitlyn Winter, now with the GAR, formerly First Sergeant Kaitlyn Winter of the United States Marine Corps."
Eric nodded, "Call sign Sergeant Hailstorm?"
She flushed, and nodded. Fives came into view on the hologram, and growled, "Kait'ika, we're under attack! Five Seppie warships jumped out of hyperspace. Generals Skywalker and Kenobi are moving to attack them now. Skywalker wants you flying in your fighter."
She hesitated, and the ARC continued, "Kaitlyn, go! I'll watch them."
Sam scowled, "We don't need a babysitter. However, it's a different story with Deeks."
The man standing next to Bly rolled his eyes, "Actually, considering there's not much junk food or sugar around here, it's Kensi we should worry about."
The woman next to Bly reached around the Commander and smacked Deeks, hard on the shoulder.
Commander Winter rolled her eyes, "And this is why nothing ever gets done in the Navy. Guys, at home…did we pull out of Iraq and Afghanistan? Anything you can tell me before I have to go?"
All four of them stopped bickering, and they all looked sad. Nell spoke, "Sort of…Iraq and Afghanistan…we won, but…"
She frowned, "But what?"
Sam put his hand on her shoulder, and said quietly, "When we pulled out, a bunch of the troop carriers were sabotaged, along with a Navy aircraft carrier. High causalties"
She froze angrily, and then muttered, "I have to go fly. Be back soon."
"That went well," Callen muttered.
A clone came into view behind Kensi. "Commander! General Secura! A fleet of Seps has just come out of hyperspace! Shields are down! We need to evacuate."
Bly POV
We ran towards the escape pods, fast. Kensi ran beside me, and we skidded to a stop, as an explosion blew out the wall.
I grabbed her arm, "The hanger's close, come on!"
She nodded, and I guided her to a small shuttle. I looked around anxiously, for anyone else, and three more clones boarded. I took off, just in time to see the ship explde, behind me. Several pods flew down onto the planet below, the forest moon of Endor.
Our ship's engines were hit by some of the debris from the cruisers, and we crashed down on the surface of the moon.
My day was going just kriffing great so far.
A/N: And this is where it ends.
Poor Kaitlyn. She's got to have some serious issues now. USMC vs. GAR?
Isn't 'Gives You Hell' a great song for the clones?