A/N: I apologize for the delay. School started =[

"He's different than what I had thought he'd be."

"That was to be expected. We need to wake him."

The probationary agent felt a tug on his arm and ignored it. He hoped that he was dreaming and still sleeping in the dust covered house near Birkhadem or even in his own bed back in Los Angeles. When he felt the tug again, Deeks woke with a start and sleepily yelled out, "LAPD put your hands up or I…."

The man trailed off when he realized that he was lyingon a mattress that had been placed on the floor. Ignoring the pounding headache, Deeks shook his head before touching his jaw and wincing. He then looked up and saw that he was lying in front of the man with the French accent, who had taken his gun at the house. Deeks was surprised to see the man now in military uniform with a small patch on his shoulder that read NATO.

NATO means that's we're in trouble. "Who-who are you? And where am I?" the agent stammered.

"We're here to help you-" the man with the French accent stated calmly, "I'm Paul Jamie, ex- NATO, and I was sent by Henrietta Lange-"

"Hetty? Wait; did you say ex-NATO?"

Jamie watched the dazed agent push himself up onto all fours. He shook his head in disbelief before walking over to Deeks' side and pushing him down onto the mattress. Jamie kneeled next to Deeks, who was blinking furiously and trying to get control over his dizziness.

"As I was saying, I am Jamie and I'm here to help. I'm not here to hurt you, Agent Deeks. We had to make it look like your team was captured so it wouldn't draw suspicion."

The dizziness has turned into a buzzing in Deeks' head. He groaned, "Wouldn't draw suspicion? What are you talking about?"

"It was part of plan that Henrietta created," a deep voice with a thick Russian accent boomed from the other side of the room. Deeks almost jumped out of skin when he realized that there had been someone else in the room with Jamie and him. The other man stepped forward, revealing himself to be the other man that had come to the house with Jamie. The man was also wearing a NATO uniform and was bigger than Deeks had thought, although he had first met the man in the dark.

"No, no, no," Deeks muttered. He scooted back towards the wall where he could get some distance between him and the two ex- NATO men. "This isn't- this can't- how the hell do I know that you guys aren't Granger's men? Where are my friends? Where the hell are we and seriously dude, why did you hit me so hard?"

Both men exchanged looks. Jamie took a deep breath and said, "We're your friends, Agent, that's the most important thing. We have both worked with Henrietta in the past and owe her our lives. How about we make a deal- we will tell you everything that you want to know if you promise to cooperate with us, sound good?"

Deeks glanced over to the other man, who was watching Deeks carefully. The agent turned back to Jamie and replied, "You promise not to hit me and you've got a deal. First question, where are my friends and how did you get them?"

"Jamie, I will tell him," the man with the Russian accent stated, "You go make sure that plane is ready."

As Jamie left the room, Deeks raised an eyebrow at the mention of a plane. With the millions of questions running through his mind, he decided to save the one about the plane for later. "Before you say anything," Deeks told Heim quickly, "You have to tell me your name."

"Alexsei," the man answered, "Second in Command Alexsei Heim. Now on to first question-Agents Blye, Hanna, and Callen are safe. They are in separate locations and will reunite with you later. It is for your protection. All part of plan."

"Which was…?"

"A week before Henrietta went to jail-"

"Hetty's in jail?!" Deeks exclaimed. He then closed his mouth and thought, Why do I feel like I already knew that?

"You didn't know?" Heim asked curiously. Deeks shook his head and replied, "I might have- I don't know. Along with the concussion your friend gave me, I've had more injuries than I can count within the past two weeks. Continue."

"Ok. Anyway, Henrietta had set up agreement that if all other plans fell through, we would come in and pull you all out of Algeria. With her in jail and her analyst Nell Jones also in jail-"

"Wait, what? Nell's in jail too?!" Deeks exclaimed at the top of his lungs. He quieted down at Heim's impatient look.

"As I was saying," Heim growled, "Eric Beale gave us an alert that Granger was going to send agents into the country to find you all." The man paused, expecting Deeks to yell out something in shock. When he heard nothing from the agent, he continued, "You were all found quite quickly, but the problem was how to get you out without tipping Granger and his men and the Algerian police."

"So you decided to kidnap us?"

"Fake arrest. As ex- NATO, a title we both acquired within the last six months, we still have access to many programs and items that we can use and still make it look like an active NATO project or mission. We saw it as this- Algerian police see two NATO personal drag four unconscious agents wanted for treason out of a house, they get angry and call the US government, wanting answers. The US government and military will say that they have no knowledge of a NATO mission to arrest the team. Both sides argue and by the time they realize that this entire thing is a scam-"

"We'll be long gone," Deeks finished. "That explains why you wouldn't tell me anything in the house, how you took down my friends- wait, how did you take down my friends that fast?"

Heim gave a deep hearty laugh which confused Deeks. Heim said, "When we came to house, your team members were taken out through…unique means. Agent Blye and Agent Callen were a struggle but we took them down quietly with a sedating agent. Agent Hanna, however, was much harder and required us to use up most of our agent, leaving little for you and Miss Blye. By the time we found you, we had no resources left. It's why Jamie had to hit you. Sorry."

Jamie suddenly reentered the room and said, "The plane is ready. We need to leave."

"Yeah, about that," Deeks slowly stood up, "My last question before we go. Why are we going on a plane and again, where are we?"

"Setif, Algeria. You didn't expect us to get you out of the country through a national airport, did you?"

"No, you got me there."

"Yes. Agent Blye will fly out from Relazine within 4 hours of your departure on a business jet that is outside this building. Agent Hanna has already flown out from Jijel and Agent Callen was very lucky to fly out from Blida. Everyone left on small private planes that will travel to multiple spots before landing in the target zone, somewhere undecided in the Pacific. This is your only option, Agent Deeks. With Henrietta, Miss Jones, and soon Mr. Beale all in jail, you have no allies at home. Jamie and I can help you for only so long."

"So this isn't to find somewhere to rest and find a way to fight back," Deeks muttered nervously, "This is about finding somewhere to hide, possibly for good."