Chapter 3

The team looked at the two people standing with Hetty. Deeks looked into the older man's brown eyes. He was trying to find information or emotion in them. All he saw though was a big, blank wall, a lot like Kensi does with her face and eyes. The older man was also staring Deeks down during the process. The man saw the stress in the young man's eyes and saw his hair messed up from his hands running through it.

The older gentleman then after awhile spoke up, "I'm Scott Rowley and this is Julia Stevenson." They both offered their hands out to be shaken.

They all shook eachothers hands, when Deeks asked, "ok? What do they have to do with the case though?"

The woman then answered, "Those are just our cover names after what happened. Our real names are Mary Blye and Richard Blye. I'm Kensi's mother."

"And I'm her grandfather," Mr. Blye continued. "We're both agents in the FBI."

"What does this have to do with Kensi's kidnapping?" Deeks asked being persistent.

Hetty spoke up this time, "it has everything to do with her kidnapping, Mr. Deeks. Just hear them out."

Ms. Blye continued to explain, "I assume you all have heard about Kensi's father?"

The team all nodded their head waiting for her to continue.

"Well, it was all actually a set up to keep Micheal safe and hidden from Isaac Dorlin. He has been killing marines that he doesn't like or those that offend him in some way. Kensi's father witnessed him killing a marine in his unit. Dorlin found out about what he saw and has been trying to kill Michael ever since, so we helped Michael fake his death to keep him and Kensi safe."

"Wait, where were you in Kensi's life? She's never mentioned you. She only talks about her father," Deeks asked.

Mary Blye took on a sadder look finally showing some emotion and said, "when Kensi was five years old the FBI called me in for a major case that would take a long time. I agreed anyway. It took nine years, being on off and on the case. On my off days though, I couldn't go home just in case someone followed me. When we had the guy and all his partners, Micheal was already recieving threats from Dorlin. Micheal had me stay away so Dorlin wouldn't know about me. Dorlin wouldn't leave him alone though so Richard and I helped Micheal fake his death two months after Kensi's fifteenth birthday. After that I couldn't go to see Kensi and tell her, or else it wouldn't seem as real to Dorlin. Another reason was we still didn't want him to find out about any other family members so I had to stay away. Kensi has no idea what happened to me. She assumes I'm either dead or I ran out on her. She honestly has no idea about any of the things that transpired so many years back. We didn't want to risk her life. but Dorlin now has assumptions about Michael's death though and went digging. He found out he had a daughter in Los Angeles. The reason he took Kensi is because he thinks she knows about it and can help him find Micheal."

"Where is her father now?" Callen asked.

"That's another problem. We don't know because we restricted contact with him till we found Dorlin. We gave him multiple identities to live under so he could be under any one of them right now We do know though, that he has stayed close enough to be able to watch Kensi without her knowing it."

Sam finally broke in, "so he knows she's been taken?"

"He may. We have no way of being certain, but if he does he's going to try and find her. Which Dorlin may be suspecting and hoping for."

"So we need to find either Micheal or Dorlin before anything worse happens," Hetty said. "Lets get to work."

"We can all start by going through the many identities that we gave Micheal and see which one has been the most active lately," Richard Blye informed.

They all got down to work, automatically going to different areas of the room.

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Kensi awoke to the locks on the door clicking. She pushed herself up against the wall. The mysterious man walked in and dragged her up to a standing postion. He began to drag her towards a chair in the room. He placed her firmly into it.

"Alright, I have some questions for you Miss Blye."

"Well, I can only answer those if I know who you are," Kensi replied with sarcasm.

"My name is Isaac Dorlin and that is all you are to know unless I want you to know more. First question, what do you know about your father's death.

"My father? What does he have to do with any of this?"

Dorlin slapped her hard across the face and said, "I am the only one that asks the questions."

"Alright then."

"What do you know?"

Kensi just sat there. She was not going to answer anything he asked her.

"It would be wise of you, Miss Blye, to answer the question," Dorlin said.

She still sat there with defiance written all over her face. He punched her this time. His fist hit her in the temple, which definately did not help the concussion she already had. She was beginning to feel dizzy. He punched her again but this time in her stomach. She wanted to shoot him there and now but just imagining it was all she could do at the moment.

"I guess I'll have to use other resources to get you to talk," he said before leaving her alone in the room that was spinning faster and faster each second. Her vision then began to fade into darkness and she passed out.

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Kensi was back at ops with Deeks and the team. They were all sitting at their desks when her father appeared in the room. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead." Kensi said. Her father was about to answer when there was metal tapping that overrode his voice. The banging kept increasing. It wouldn't stop. She then realized she was dreaming.

She awoke with a start. She saw Isaac Dorlin standing in front of her. His back was to her. He was arranging something on a metal tray. She already knew what was on it. The objects were probably torture items that he would try and use to get her to talk. Dorlin moved away from it and turned around. She saw the tray and it proved her suspicions.

He noticed she was awake and said, "Now we can get down to business." He picked up a knife from the steel tray and began to circle her. "So what do you know about your father?"

She stared into his green eyes, watching as the agitation grew in them the longer she didn't talk.

He stepped closer to her with the knife pressed against her undamaged leg. "I really hate to do this to such a pretty girl," he sneered before plunging the blade into her thigh. She gasped, surprised by how much it actually hurt. It hurt not only her thigh but her whole body. It throbbed, awaking all the nerves again.

"Are you going to talk now?" he questioned her.

"No."

"You idiot!" he said taking the knife and cutting from the side of her forehead, down her cheek, until stopping right under her ear. This time there was no reaction from her.

"I'm never going to tell you anything about my father," she finally said.

"Fine! Have it your way, but just remember that the next step I have to take is your fault for not talking," he said with rage all over his face.

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