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This one has been ready for a long time and I'm very sorry for not posting it earlier. Only last week my mom ended up in the hospital so I was there most of the time and not writing. But I'm back now with a new chapters and more to come. I have not forgot this story! I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 5

Narah immediately went into her room once she, Deeks and Kensi had gotten home. Deeks and Kensi glanced at each other, not quite knowing what to do.

'Do you think we should have told her in another way?' Deeks asked Kensi and she shrugged. She didn't know how to tell a child that someone they know had been murdered. It wasn't like the MPs had done that so well.

'You think we should leave her for awhile?' Deeks asked.

'Deeks, I don't know,' she told him bluntly. 'I know as much as you do in this area.' Deeks looked at her and he sighed.

'I'll make us some dinner,' he told her and he walked into the kitchen. Kensi walked towards the spare bedroom and knocked softly on the door. When she heard nothing, she knocked again. Again she heard nothing. She looked a little longer at the door and then she walked into her own bedroom to change in more comfortable clothes. The picture of her father seemed to be staring at her and Kensi took it in her hand. She missed him. She stroked his head with her thumb and then she walked back to the kitchen. Deeks was already moving around with pans and food.

'What are you making?' Kensi asked him.

'Jambalaya,' Deeks answered. 'I hope Narah likes it. We need to talk about maybe getting Narah a phone. In case…'

'In case we forget her again?' Kensi finished irritated. Deeks raised his eyebrows and Kensi. 'Sorry, Deeks, it has just been one of these days…it could have been Narah instead of Dennis. She could be the dead teenager.' Deeks walked over to her and took her in his arm. Kensi sighed against his shoulder. He kissed her on her forehead.

'Well, she isn't the dead teenager,' he told her. 'She is safely in her room.'

'Umm, Deeks?' Kensi said and he looked at her. 'Deeks, your jambalaya!' Deeks quickly let go of her and tried to safe his jambalaya but unfortunately he wasn't able to save it. It was all black and he got it barely out of the pan into the trash.

'I guess that means we're ordering pizza,' he said and he dumped the pan in the sink. Kensi smiled and she grabbed the take out menu.

'Narah, there is some pizza,' Kensi told the teenage girl through the door but again she got no reply. She knocked again on the door. Then she sighed and gave up, walking back to the living room where Deeks was sitting on the couch. She sat down next to her.

'She won't come out?' Deeks asked her and Kensi shook her head.

'I could have barged in but I think she needs some time on her own,' she added. 'She will come out if she wants to. At one point she will get hungry…'

'Is that what happened with you?' he asked her. 'Staying in your room till you got hungry?' Kensi glanced at him.

'I didn't get exactly hungry,' she told him.

'How many days?' Kensi glared at Deeks. 'Just to see how long Narah might stay in her room.'

'I don't remember,' Kensi answered. 'It were several…Deeks, maybe it's good that you go home tonight. To take care of Monty…Maybe a girl's night will be good for Narah…' Deeks seemed offended by the suggestion but then he nodded in agreement.

'Fine, but I'll be here tomorrow morning to take her to school,' Deeks answered. 'And maybe we can speak with the principle then. Since we still need that talk about Narah.'

'Thank you, Marty,' Kensi said and she kissed him. At that moment Narah came walking into the room and she grabbed a piece of the pizza, not saying a word. Deeks and Kensi watched her eat, not saying a word as well. They all ate their pizza in silence. When Deeks was finished, he turned to Narah.

'I'm leaving for tonight,' he told her. 'I need to feed my dog. Kensi is staying with you, for the night. I'll be here in the morning again.' Narah shrugged and continued eating. Kensi got up to walk him to the door.

'Call me when you need me,' he told her and he gave her a kiss. 'And my bed will try not to miss you too much.' Kensi smiled at him.

'Good night, Deeks,' she told him and she closed the door behind him. When she turned to the table, Narah was no longer sitting there. She grabbed the empty pizza box and threw it in the trash.

This time Kensi didn't bother to knock and she opened the door slightly, to look into the room. Narah was lying on her bed with the book in her hands. Kensi stepped into the room and Narah turned her head. She put the book away.

'How are you doing?' Kensi asked her and Narah shrugged.

'Kids died before on those streets,' she said. 'Nothing new.'

'But this time you knew all four,' Kensi said. 'And all those four died within days of each other. That can't be easy…'

'It is fine,' Narah told her and Kensi couldn't help to smile.

'Deeks tells me that when I say I'm fine it is because I'm actually not fine,' she told her. 'But if you say it is fine, it will be fine. Maybe I shouldn't get the ice cream…' Narah looked with full attention at Kensi.

'No, ice cream is always good,' she said and she got of the bed. Kensi laughed and together they walked into the kitchen to get the ice cream.

'I got some cookie dough and chocolate ice cream,' Kensi told Narah and she grabbed the containers ice cream. Narah grabbed the spoons. 'Maybe you should pick out a movie that we can watch.' Narah shrugged but Kensi noticed the little smile on the girl's face. Kensi pointed her to the DVDs and Narah took a look.

'Hey, I read about this in class…' she said and she held up Titanic. 'It's that unsinkable ship which sank. Is it a good movie?'

'You never saw Titanic?' Kensi asked surprised and Narah shook her head. 'It's only my favorite movie and you need to see it.'

'Okay,' Narah shrugged. 'At least I get ice cream with it.' Kensi laughed and she put the disc in the DVD player. Then she sat down on the couch and handed Narah a container with ice cream.

Kensi knocked on Narah's door in the hope to wake her up and then she walked into the kitchen to make breakfast. When she didn't hear any movement, she opened the door and peeked inside. Narah was still asleep, looking almost unconscious. Kensi walked over to the bed and touched the teenager's shoulder. Narah shot up.

'Sorry to wake you up like that,' Kensi said. 'But you need to get up. You have to go to school.' Narah yawned and she stretched.

'I'm up,' she said sleepily.

'Don't fall asleep,' Kensi told her. 'Take a shower and breakfast will be ready soon.' Narah dragged herself out of the bed and Kensi walked back to the kitchen. She heard the bathroom door open and the shower being turned on. Slowly she took a sip of her hot coffee, waiting for Narah to finish her shower. Her phone started to vibrate and at the same time someone knocked on the front door. While reading the text she received, Kensi walked to the door. She opened the door with a smile and Deeks stood in front of her smiling, with coffee in his hands. She stepped closer and kissed him.

'Now I see why I had to go,' Deeks smiled and he stepped in. 'Where is Narah?'

'She's in the shower,' Kensi answered and Deeks smiled, taking a step closer. Kensi laughed as he put his hands on her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Deeks returned the kiss but quickly backed off when they heard the door open.

'She's quick,' Deeks whispered, giving her quickly one last kiss. He pulled back just in time when Narah walked into the room, hair damp and in clothes. A pair of ripped jeans.

'What happened to your jeans?' Kensi asked. Narah shrugged.

'Have been like this for a while now,' she answered. 'It's fine…Is breakfast ready yet?' She walked passed them into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl. Deeks glanced at Kensi, who shrugged.

'Maybe you and Kensi should go shopping for new jeans,' he suggested and both Kensi and Narah turned in shock at him, not believing what he just said. Deeks put his hands up with a smile. 'Alright, it was only a suggestion…Let's eat our breakfast and then we can take you to school.' Narah shrugged again and ate a spoonful cornflakes.

This time Deeks and Kensi managed to get Narah in time at school. Other teenagers were standing in front of the school and Narah immediately walked over to a group of them. Deeks and Kensi watched her for a moment and then they walked into the school. Principle Pumford nodded at them from where he was standing and he ended his conversation with a student.

'Good morning Mister Deeks and Miss Blye,' he greeted them warmly. 'How can I help you this morning?'

'You said you wanted to talk about Narah if we had some time,' Deeks reminded the man, who immediately nodded.

'If you're able to wait till the classes start,' Principle Pumford said and Deeks and Kensi nodded. He led them to some seats and they both sat down, waiting for the classes to start. Kensi smiled as she saw Narah with some other teenagers walking into the school. She nudged Deeks, who turned to her.

'Look at her,' she told him, nodding towards Narah. 'She seems happy with her friends, don't you think?' Deeks smiled as well and he took her hand.

'She is probably happy,' he said. 'They are her friends. And probably kids who understand what she is going through.' Kensi sighed and nodded. He was right.

'Mister Deeks and Miss Blye?' a woman asked them and they both nodded. 'Principle Pumford is ready to see you now.' Deeks and Kensi got up and followed the woman to an small office where Principle Pumford was sitting behind a desk.

'Ah, Mister Deeks and Miss Blye, thanks for waiting,' the principle said. 'First of all I have some forms you need to fill in.' He handed them several forms. 'It's general information we need as a school, like the emergency contacts.' Kensi split the amount of forms in half and handed Deeks a few of them.

'Narah is very similar to most of the students of this school,' Principle Pumform started to tell Deeks and Kensi once they had filled in the forms. 'Her grades are just average and she misses a lot of class.' He handed Deeks and Kensi a list of Narah's grades. 'As you can see she is failing Math. English is one of her best subjects. Her teacher said that Narah seems to enjoy the class…but her grades still aren't great. She has a B for English, while the teacher said it easily could be an A.' Deeks and Kensi glanced at each other.

'What can we do to improve this?' Kensi asked. 'Because you say she can do better?'

'She certainly can do better,' Principle Pumford assured them. 'She just needs the right stimulation. Narah is a good girl in the wrong situation. She is one of our students that don't need to fail in any of the subjects…as for what you can do: I think you're already doing just that.'

'How do you mean that?' Deeks asked.

'You are the first foster parents I have seen,' Principle Pumford answered. 'None of Narah's other foster parents ever came to see me. None of them showed any interest in her. You were the ones approaching me for a new appointment. You made the time to speak about Narah. So I think she will do much better with you as her foster parents.'

'Are you sure?' Kensi asked worried. 'I mean, we will definitely try but this foster parent thing is a first for the both of us…'

'I'm sure you will do fine,' Principle Pumford. 'And if there is anything you need, I'm happy to help you.'

'It's clear you care for your students,' Deeks smiled at the man. Principle Pumford smiled weakly.

'Am I allowed to ask how the investigation of the youth center murders is going?' Principle Pumford.

'You can ask,' Deeks answered. 'But we're not allowed to answer.' Principle Pumford shook his head sadly.

'Such a shame,' he mumbled. 'A real tragedy. The youth center brought students back to the school. Our student count has increased with fifteen percent since the youth center opened. For most students it was the first time they were stimulated to go to school. I fear we will lose many students again. Many of them are prone to the offers of the gang…'

'We'll make sure Narah is one of the students who stay,' Kensi promised and the principle smiled.

'I'm glad you two offered to take Narah in,' he said. 'I see a brighter future for her.'

'We hope so,' Kensi replied. 'And we will take with her about the school skipping.'

'Very well,' Principle Pumford said and he rose from his chair. 'I think we have discussed everything necessary. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to call. I hope to see you at the parent-meetings next month.' Deeks and Kensi nodded and they shook the principle's hand. He let them outside.

'Seems like a nice guy,' Deeks said while they walked to the car. 'He seems really involved with his students. Kensi nodded and she got in the car.

'Good morning,' Callen greeted when Deeks and Kensi walked to their desks an hour later. They both sat down and glanced at Callen.

'Do we have anything more on those gang members?' Kensi asked while she searched through the files and loose papers on her desk. 'Like a location?'

'Eric and Nell are trying to find Miguel Borges and Yosef Mills,' Sam started to tell them. 'But they seem to have no luck, yet. LAPD interviewed a few gang members but they all claim to know nothing. LAPD is keeping an eye on the known members. Not much luck though.'

'So we're still stuck on this case,' Deeks concluded.

'We might conclude that,' Callen answered.

'How did your meeting with the principle go?' Sam asked, changing the subject.

'How do you keep Aimee in school?' Kensi asked. Sam smiled at them.

'I tell her that if we catch her skipping school I will give her a SEAL training,' he answered. 'That seems to work. We also explained that she needs to go to school if she wants to have the life we live now. Why do you ask?'

'Because we took in a school skipping and failing fifteen-year-old,' Deeks sighted. 'If only she was a simple teen.' The others started to laugh.

'Believe me, Deeks,' Sam told him. 'There is no simple teen in this world. They all have something. Something that makes them special. You will wish your teen had come with instructions.'

TBC.