Los Angeles Metropolitan Detention Center- One Month Later
I'm in a federal prison.
Nell Jones winced at the thought that had never left her mind since being incarcerated for 'aiding and abetting individuals guilty of treason' a month ago. She sat in a small jail cell, usually reserved for the most dangerous criminals. Granger had found a way to manipulate the warden into putting her there to cut her off from Hetty and Eric, who were also incarcerated at LA's MDC , and from the outside world.
And that wasn't the worse part.
At least once a week, an agent working under Granger's orders would come and try to 'persuade' her to give up the wareabouts of her team. Not once did she spill, mainly because she really did have no idea where the team was.
"Knock, knock," Nell suddenly heard as her jail cell opened for the first time in days. A man Nell had hated and despised for the last six weeks stepped into the room- George Lyons. The Interpol agent closed the door behind him and smiled at Nell.
"You son of a bitch…" Nell growled.
"I thought you had better manners," Lyons laughed. Nell lunged towards Lyons, regretting her actions the moment she left her bed. Lyons caught her and through her against the wall. Nell slid down to the ground and looked up to Lyons.
"Asshole," Nell growled. She usually didn't curse, but one month alone in a cell changed that.
"You're feisty. I like it," Lyons commented. He started to pace between the cell door and the back wall. " You seem to be….handling federal prison much better than your counterpart."
Eric! "What have you done to him?"
"Nothing…nothing that a few hours with our head interrogator couldn't handle." Lyons smiled at Nell's whimper.
"Why are you doing this? All of it? Is this all about some stupid codes Deeks found?" Nell yelled.
Lyons pulled out a cloth case from his suit pocket. As he poured the contents of the case onto Nell's bed, he said, " As you figured out, I've been helping Granger sell out NCIS for a while now to any buyer from any country who wants dirt on the US and we were doing just fine until that damn surfer found those codes. Why do you think Granger sent me on the trip in the first place? To evaluate the team?"
Nell pulled herself onto her feet, keeping a close eye on the items on her bed. "No, we figured that you were trying to cover up something."
"Well, great job at trying to stop us," Lyons said sarcastically, "Your team is probably hiding in some ditch in the middle of nowhere. And before you whine and complain about not saying a word, remember that I have the entire world searching. It's amazing how much faster a hunt is when you have the US government and all of its allies on your side. Don't worry, Miss Jones, we'll catch them in no time. Now for you," Lyons turned to Nell with the pliers in one hand, "Let's see if we can get you to talk."
Safe House- Tonga
"Oooff- jeez, Sam, are you trying to kill me?"
Deeks was lying on his back in front of Sam, who was smirking at the probationary agent. Both men were sparring as a part of training Deeks during their waiting period. There had been no word of Jamie or Heim in a month, not in the local newspapers or news channel. In the meantime, Deeks, Kensi, Sam, and Callen had spent the time cooped up in the house doing whatever they could to keep preoccupied. Deeks had spent the time recuperating, training, and bonding with his new girlfriend. Sam had spent the month trying to create a game plan with Callen or like today, flipping Deeks over onto a makeshift mat, made of cardboard, pillow stuffing, and leaves. The only thing that had changed for the four agents was their physical appearance- Deeks and Callen had scruffier beards and longer hair and Sam slowly begin to grow out his hair. Kensi had cut her hair into a bob.
"No, I'm trying to teach you," the ex- SEAL replied. He walked around the edge of the mat as Deeks sat up and placed his hands on his knees. Deeks rubbed his leg and glared at Sam.
"No, I think you're trying to break my leg again," Deeks stretched his back and added, "And my arms, and my back, and my foot…."
"I thought you said that you were ok to spar today," Sam asked. He sat down next to Deeks on the mat. "We can't have you limping around if we get made."
"If we get made. It's been a month, Sam," Deeks sighed. "We're stuck here forever-"
"Actually not," both men heard from the top of the stairs. It was Callen, who had just opened the basement door. Callen had spent the month being the monitor for the house by keeping an eye on food, protecting the house, and helping Deeks learn French.
"What do you mean?" Deeks asked while standing up.
"We're out of food, which means if we're going to stay here, we need to head into town," Callen replied.
"I knew my spidey senses were trying to tell me something this morning," Deeks exclaimed. Sam rolled his eyes and commented, "You and Kensi are becoming too much for me. You two are already gross and lovey-dovey and now you're sharing a love for food?"
"First thing first, I always loved food. Second, you shouldn't have walked into our bedroom last week-"
"Guys," Callen interrupted. " Let's get Kensi and figure this out or we'll starve."
"Or Fern and I will just eat you- Kensi!" Deeks called out and heard no answer. He narrowed his eyes in confusion and repeated, "Kensi!"
No answer.
Deeks sprinted up the stairs ahead of Callen and Sam. At the top of the stairs Deeks spotted Kensi sitting on the couch in the living room. She was sitting cross legged with her hands covering her mouth. The television was set on CNN, where Deeks could recognize a news report being done live from the Los Angeles County Courthouse.
"Kens…..what's wrong?" Deeks asked. His partner nervously looked to Deeks and answered, "It's a breaking news report….and it's about Nell."