"Seriously?!" Deeks exclaimed. He received an elbow from Kensi. Callen and Sam both took out their weapons. Callen glanced back to the stairwell that led to the attic.
"You two quietly get upstairs. We'll check it out," he directed. Kensi protested, "We can help."
"Kensi, this an order. Go!" Callen whispered. Deeks nodded and slowly hoisted himself onto a knee. Kensi grabbed their bags and pulled the probationary agent onto his feet. She looked over to where Sam and Callen had been standing and saw that both agents had disappeared.
"Kens, let's go," Deeks whispered. He pulled her towards the stairs where they both quietly crawled up to the top as quietly as they could. At the top, Deeks found a hatch that closed off the attic. On the handle of the hatch was a large, silver lock.
"Don't suppose you have bolt cutters in your bag?" Deeks asked. Kensi huffed loudly under her breath and gave the lock a tug. Deeks rolled his eyes and said, "That would have been a really terrible lock if you could just pull-"
"Deeks, not now!" Kensi snapped in a loud whisper. She hit her gun against the lock, which didn't make a difference.
"Please tell me your next plan isn't to shoot the lock off-"
"Deeks!" Kensi exclaimed, "Do you have a plan, smart ass?"
"Yes. It's to make less noise than you are right now. Wait, listen for a minute." Both agents paused and realized that the house was completely quiet.
" Sam and Callen are still here right?" Deeks whispered. Kensi rolled her eyes at her partner's question before soon realizing that the newest agent had a point. The house was too quiet even more so than when it was just the four of them.
"Let's go check it out," Deeks suggested. He slid down two steps before Kensi put a hand out and stopped him.
"No, limpy. You can barely walk. I'll go check it out." Kensi slowly slid down the stairs with gun in hand. She started down the hallway towards where Callen and Sam had gone and was soon out of sight. Deeks stayed in his spot, feeling more and more nervous at each quiet passing moment.
After what he thought was five minutes, Deeks eased himself down another stair nervously. With the house being so dark, he couldn't see a thing. After what he was sure was 10 minutes passing by, Deeks pulled himself onto his feet, ready to go after his friends.
"There's four of them. There's one left- I'm sure of it."
Deeks froze at the sound of an unfamiliar voice coming from the kitchen. He sat down and aimed his gun out and thought Crap. If that's the intruder, where the hell are Kensi, Sam, and Callen? There's no way one guy took down three experienced agents that quietly.
He didn't get a chance to think of an answer to his question.
A man suddenly appeared in the hallway dressed in all black. He aimed his gun and Deeks and said calmly, "Agent Deeks, put the weapon down."
Deeks growled, "No, you put your weapon down! Who are you?"
"Someone who's here to get a job done. Put your weapon down. Don't make me tell you again!"
Deeks winced and stood back up again with his gun still trained on the other man. He recognized the accent of the man to be French, having him belief that he was in a confrontation with an Algerian police officer. "Where's my partner? …And the other two guys?"
Another voice appeared from below the stairs. Deeks' eyes darted over to see another man in black standing with a gun trained on him as well. The agent swallowed hard and decided to change tactics.
"Hey, I'm not looking for a firefight. I just want to know who you guys are," Deeks calmly stated. The man standing near the kitchen yelled, " Put the gun down! This is your last warning!"
"OK! Ok!" Deeks slowly placed his gun on the stair below his feet. He put both hands in the air and added, " My gun is down and I'm unarmed. Now, if you can just identify-"
The man on the stairs ran forward and picked up Deeks' gun. He kept his gun trained on Deeks and commanded, "Follow me ad stay quiet."
Stay quiet? What kind of cops tell you to be quiet during an arrest? Deeks hesitantly limped down the stairs and followed the man with the accent down the hallway and towards the garage. Deeks kept his eyes focused on the man that walked behind him, just to make sure that there was no execution- like move about to be played. When they entered the garage, Deeks stopped at the sight of a large black van.
"Hands behind your back," the man behind him said. Deeks opened his mouth to protest before his hands were thrust behind him and a zip tie went around his wrists. The man with the accent opened the door to the van and pushed the agent head first into the back. Deeks landed on his back and screamed out, "Wait! Who are you?"
The door slammed close and Deeks soon heard the engine start. Deeks yelled louder, "Who the hell are you? Where are the other agents?"
The man with the accent stated, "All you need to know is that you can trust us-"
"You've handcuffed me, tossed me in a truck, and won't tell me where my friends are! How can I trust you? Are you CIA? NCIS? Granger sent you, didn't he?"
The man with the accent crawled into the back and muttered, "Lange said that this one would be just as hesitant….."
"Lange? As in Henrietta Lange?" Deeks exclaimed. The man unholstered his pistol and said, "I'm sorry for this."
Who apologizes in the middle of a kidnapping? What the hell is going on here? were the last two thoughts Deeks had before he felt the hard, cold metal of the man's pistol slam across his jaw and knock him unconscious.