I decided to upload two chapters because the second one doesn't 'promote' the story.
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Within the next hour, Kensi was already in San Diego. The address of that man, Peter Parker, was inside the file Hetty had given her.
During her trip, she kept thinking the reason Hetty sent her instead of anyone else. And what was that she said? 'Don't be surprised if he knows you.' The name didn't ring a bell to her. She had never question Hetty's decisions before, except from now. First Granger is coming back from DC, then Nell is running to her office and finally she is being sent to San Diego. Something was definitely going on.
She pulled out of Peter Parker's house. Before reaching the main door, there was a small garden with a table and a couple of chairs. From the window, which viewed to the garden and road, the USA flag was waving. Clearly a marine's house.
The front metal door was unlocked and opened so she let herself in. Making her way to the main door, she felt being in her father's house. I was exactly the same. When she reached the door, she realized that it was opened; like someone had broken into. She immediately took out her Sig and phone and called Eric. It didn't take much time for him to answer it.
"Go Kensi."
"Eric, I'm in San Diego. I need back-up on my location."
"I'm on it."
Hetty who was in Ops heard her and joined the conversation.
"What's the status Ms. Blye?"
"The door is opened. I'm moving in." And without hanging up, she put her phone back in her pocket and walked in the house.
She went over all the rooms. When she finally reached the living room, she found him. "Oh my God!"
"Ms. Blye?"
Kensi, hearing her, took her phone out of her pocket along with a pair of gloves. "Hetty, he's dead. Gunshot wound to the back of the head. His hands are tied at the back. He was executed. Judging by the condition of the body, I say he's been dead for at least three days."
"Ms. Blye, I want you to stay there and gather as much information as you can. I'll call you later."
"Got it." and she hung up.
She looked around the room. All his metals were hanged on the wall above the fire place. It hadn't been five minutes and the back-up arrived.
"San Diego Police!" an officer yelled.
"NCIS! Special Agent Blye." she said showing her badge.
"Officer Jonson." he said and approached her and shocked hands with Kensi.
"He was dead when I got here and I believe he's been like that for the last three days." she explained herself.
"What are doing here?"
"I was told to provide protection to Mr. Parker but as you can see yourself I got here too late. Or my boss sent me here too late."
"Okay. Guys, call the coroner. We have a body here." he yelled to the other two officers. He was obviously the one in change.
Back in Los Angeles, Callen and Sam were still at the crime scene. They were almost finished and they were about to leave.
Sam was at the living room when he heard his partner talking on the phone and approaching him.
"Okay Deeks. Keep me posted." he said and hung up. "He is still in the surgery." He paused for a moment. "I hate what I do."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked confused.
"I know what that means to her Sam. And we all know how much she loves him. We are lying to her for something that does concern her."
"G, he was shot. That means he's in danger. By putting her next to him, we are risking her life too."
"You are not convincing me." Callen looked around the room and his eye caught a picture above the fire place. He made his way there with Sam following him. He stared at the photo for a while. It was the victim with a girl, probably his daughter. He looked at Sam without saying anything. A few minutes later, they left the house.
Within fifth teen minutes, they were in Ops. Eric hadn't called them to brief them which was something bad because he had probably found nothing.
They walked in Ops and Callen said "Eric, please tell me have something."
"I access to traffic cameras in the area and I got something. We have footage from his neighborhood." he got up, approached the screen and typed something in his tablet. "This is footage two minutes before the 911 call." and he put on the screen the video. "And now you probably see the shooter." A man was coming out of the house with a gun in his left hand and then he got in his car and took off. "Both the pictures of his face and plate are blurry. I'm doing my best but no luck so far."
"Eric, go back the video." Sam said and moved closer to the screen. "There. Stop."
"What is it?" Callen asked.
"He is holding the gun with his left hand"
"Which means he is left-handed." Callen continued.
"Exactly."
"I don't know if this is actually helping." Callen looked around not seeing Nell and asked "Eric, where is Nell?"
"Oh, she is checking victim's phone records."
And that's when she entered the operation center.
"Hey guys" she said seeing the two agents "I was checking his phone records and I think I got something. Over the past three days, he called a former marine, with whom he served in Afghanistan named Peter Parker, twelve time and none of these calls were answered."
"Parker?" Eric knew that name as he had traced Kensi's phone to his address in San Diego and had heard that he was dead.
"You know him?" Callen asked.
"No, but um, Kensi called half an hour ago and asked for back-up in Peter Parker's house in San Diego. And she told Hetty that he's dead for at least three days."
Callen and Sam looked at each other confused.
In San Diego, the coroner had left five minutes ago with the body. Kensi was still at the living room looking for evidence that could tell her who killed Parker or why. When she reached the fire place, her eye caught a picture with three men. They were marines. And the picture was taken in Afghanistan. She could recognize the background as Camp Chapman. She was there last year and it hadn't changed a lot. She could also recognize the three men in the photo; Peter Parker, her father in the middle and Granger. She smiled. That's when her phone rang. It was Hetty.
"Now I know why you told me not to be surprised if he knows me."
"Did you find anything?"
"Nothing so far. The neighbors hadn't seen him for days but they said they didn't hear any gunshots."
"Agent Blye, I got a computer here." she heard officer Jonson calling her from the kitchen.
"We got a computer. I'll call you when I have something." she hung up and made her way to the kitchen.
"Forensics will be done in five minutes. Um, there is a coffee shop in the corner. I'll go get coffee. You want some?" he asked trying to be polite.
"Yeah, thanks."
"Oh, I check his phone records. He had a dozen unanswered calls the last three days from a guy named Don. No last name is listed in his phone."
"Okay." and he left.
She took a sit on a chair in the table and turned on the computer. His e-mails were on. In his inbox, there was an unread mail from last night and she opened it. It was a short message and she read it.
Peter,
It's been two days that that you are not answering your phone and I'm worry. You are one the two people I trust and who knows all the truth. And I don't want to lose my best friend. I wish there was a way in which I would change everything. I wish I never lied to my baby girl, to my Kensi. I wish I hadn't left her alone all these years. I wish I could knock her door one day and tell her everything. But I know she'll never forgive.
If you get that mail, please call me the soonest.
Don
Tears started coming down her cheeks. She couldn't believe what she just read. Her father was alive. The last seventeen years of her life had been the worst. She was determined to live the rest of her life without her father. He never saw her on her eighteenth birthday or graduation. Or so she thought. Because he was always behind her. He was protecting her and he knew every move she did. He had regretted million times what he did. He missed his daughter's years. He missed everything of her life. He missed her; her smile, her laugh, her beautiful eyes. Everything.
Sorry Deeks' fans for not seeing him in this chapter. He'll be in the next one which will be uploaded soon. I promise. I want to thank everyone who's following the story and wrote reviews. I appreciate it.