Tsunami

Disclaimer: NCISLA characters belong to Shane Brennan. All original characters and this story are mine.

Chapter 5

Prague

Kensi was tired from the long haul flight and she was still adjusting to the time difference. She'd hardly seen the city on her travels from the airport to her new apartment, which she was to share with Major Steve Hudson. They'd boarded their flight from LAX as husband and wife, Susan and Clive Sommerwill. Undercover came naturally to Kensi, after the years she'd worked at OSP, but that was with the team, people she trusted and were family to her. But to be the wife of an unknown Major from the DOD, she found it more challenging.

It was late in the day as she pulled herself from the bed and showered. She allowed the warm water to wash over her and soothe the tired muscles from being stuck in a plane for over eleven hours. She heard movement just outside the door and grabbed a towel, wrapping her wet body.

The door opened and her companion smiled over to her.

"Every heard of knocking?" She glared at him, not liking the fact that he just waltzed in like he had.

"Look, I was told that you're well accustomed to undercover work. So while we're working together, we need to be Susan and Clive. Clive would come into the bathroom while Susan is in here, okay?"

"Just knock next time, will you? Give me a warning, so I can grab a towel."

"You have." He looked her up and down with his mischievous eyes.

Kensi glared back at him, not amused at all. "My team have more respect for me than this. Get out."

He shrugged and exited the room, leaving Kensi to relax against the tiled wall and sigh heavily. This was not starting out well at all. She was well aware of what she needed to do to make their marriage look real, but in the privacy of their apartment, boundaries needed to be set.

He was drinking a scotch when she came out of the bedroom, dressed for dinner. Her black dress was pinched at the shoulders, allowing the drape of the satin fabric to fall over her curves.

Major Steve Hudson looked up and admired her. "You look.."

"Don't." Kensi walked over to the bar and poured herself a glass of the same. She turned and looked back at him and noticed the tux he wore. "Where are we going tonight?" She was surprised to be thrown into the mix of the action, so soon after her arrival into the Czech capital.

"Dinner then we'll move into the circles that we need to be seen in, before your performance is required."

Kensi nodded, he'd provided the file for her to read on the plane and she knew exactly why she was there. That plan would come into fruition in a week's time, but for now, she had to be seen with Steve, as Susan Sommerwill.

Harrison Clark Law Firm, Los Angeles

As Marty Deeks entered the law firm, it brought back memories of his day as a lawyer. Dressed in a suit and tie, he suddenly remembered all the reasons why he gave this career up. He'd chosen to be a defence lawyer because of one man. Simon Deeks had influenced him and came to his rescue when he was eleven years of age. He'd rescued him from the charges laid out against him, for shooting his father. Simon was so taken with the young Martin, that he asked if he could take the boy home and after six month, he and his wife, Claire, adopted him. They'd inspired Martin, who followed in his adopted father's footsteps through law school. So much of his life changed thanks to the Deeks. Until that night when he couldn't protect either of them, when they'd entered the gas station and a crazed gunman ended their lives. He'd walked away from being a lawyer the following day and decided to become a cop. He needed to protect the innocent, not help criminals get off prison sentences.

His partner for this case, FBI agent, Michael Russo, led him into his office. They'd gone over their part in this operation the day before in the Boat Shed, so there was no need to talk about it right now. Russo, who was now Peter Sullivan, showed him around the office and made the necessary introductions. He left the lawyers who were their targets out of the introductions, forcing them to make the first contact.

It was almost five in the afternoon, before one of their suspects entered the office. Lance Young was tall and of a slim build, an athlete in his younger days. He stood slightly over Deeks and had a relaxed composure as he stood in the doorway with his hands in his trouser pockets. His tie had been removed for the day, his dark hair still neat in position and his green eyes studied the new lawyer to the firm.

"I thought I heard we had a new lawyer in our ranks." He studied Deeks before walking over and shook his hands. "Lance Young. Leo Clark is my uncle."

"Jason Hill." Deeks scanned his eyes over his first suspect for the operation. He was very relaxed and carried an air of confidence of someone who had nothing to hide. We'll see about that, Deeks mused.

"Welcome to the firm." Lance looked over to Deeks' partner, Russo. "You should invite Jason to the party tonight, Pete." A smile spread across Lance's face. "Lots of beautiful women and cars to admire and poker for the betting man. Hope you're not attached, Jason, it would be such a shame to not enjoy yourself tonight."

Deeks shook his head. "No. Looking forward to it."

"Good. See you at eight. Pete knows the address."

Deeks looked over to Michael Russo, with a raised brow. "You never mentioned about a party. Happen often?"

"Only when they're celebrating." Russo didn't need to say another word. Last night's raid on Pendleton had been a huge success for the firm's international client and they were putting on a party to celebrate with those who had been involved.

Deeks narrowed his eyes as he thought back to the video that Eric had shown them in ops. So many marines were killed or injured and these guys were celebrating? He reined in his emotions, trying hard to keep what he knew to himself. He needed to sweet talk this Lance guy into some kind of comradeship, so he would be in with their targeted group for his role in this operation.

The Callens house, Los Angeles

The day dragged on for Savannah, being alone with the twins gave her time to think and now was not a good time to dwell on where Callen was or if he was safe. The ring of the door bell caught her attention as she held Nathan in her arms. She walked to the door and looked through the side window, pleased to see a familiar face. "Admiral, please come in."

"Savannah. I hope I've not come at a bad time." He stepped over the threshold and looked at his grandson, who looked just like his own sons at that age.

"You're on your own?" Savannah looked behind him, expecting either Franklin or Bradford to be with him.

"Yes. They've had to return back to work in Virginia. I'd hoped that George would have given me the time before now. Is he around?"

He noted the sadness in Savannah's eyes. "Is everything okay?"

Savannah handed Nathan over to him and busied herself in the kitchen. "Coffee?"

"Have you any herbal teas? After my stroke, I've been trying to watch how much caffeine I intake."

Savannah nodded. "I have green, chamomile, lemongrass, cranberry and pomegranate, mint, ginger and rose-hip."

"Ginger would be good, thanks." He sat down at the bar, looking down at Nathan's matching cerulean eyes.

"Hello there, son. Who can you see?" Memories of Amelia and George when they were newborns travelled through his synapses and he smiled at the newest addition to the family.

"That's right, your Papa. Do you know where your daddy is?"

A cry from Samuel rang over the baby monitor.

"You're timing is perfect, Admiral."

"Baxter, please, Savannah. We are family now."

She nodded and placed his tea in front of him, then climbed the stairs to sort Samuel out.

Baxter could hear her singing softly to him and his heart warmed for the woman whom he'd worried about for some time now. She had a inner strength that he'd seen in her the first time they'd met, but seeing her crumble at the news of Mark's death had haunted him for a good time since. She'd bounced back and fell in love with his older son. It was ironic, he thought, of all the men she'd fall for, it was his George. His son whom he'd thought he'd lost, long ago.

"George has gone out of town for work." Savannah entered the downstairs living area, holding Samuel in her arms.

"I didn't think he was returning to work until next week?"

"He wasn't suppose to, but something urgent came up. He left last night. I have no idea where or how long for."

Baxter watched the worry in her eyes return and his own worry for his son began to fester. "Undercover?"

"I think quite deep. He didn't call Nell until this morning. So I'll say he's somewhere in Europe."

"So soon after the twins being born? I thought he was based here now, moved away from overseas ops?"

"He has, except for the exception. Like when we flew to Constanta to rescue Robert, Luca and Jacob."

Baxter shook his head and began pacing the room. He didn't like it one bit. So he worried. "He's so much like his mother. Clara was always so focused on her work. Always placing others before herself."

"Amy's the same."

Baxter narrowed his eyes. "Amelia is also an agent?" This was news to him, he had no idea.

"Dad had all three of us trained at FLETC. He needed to know that we were all safe, just in case. With his line of work, we were all at risk. I never understood the reason why he was so pigheaded on the issue."

"You never wanted it, did you?"

Savannah shook her head. "No. I only ever wanted to be an Interior Designer. I'm more of a creative soul, than a hero."

"But?" There was always a but. He could see it in her facial expression, as she slightly knitted her brows from something that haunted her.

"Amy saved my life, when I was eighteen. She had to make the toughest decision of her life that day. Save me or my mother. She chose me." She shuddered from the memory. "I could never make up for what she did for me that day…"

"So you flew to Romania to rescue her family."

"Yes." Savannah looked over to him, she tried to fight back the tears, her vision blurred.

"It was the least that I could do for her. She was my saving grace."

Baxter moved closer to her, he placed his hand comfortingly on her shoulder. "What happened?"

Savannah shook her head, it was a hard thing to admit to anyone, but Baxter was family, and it was his daughter who had saved her that day. It was important that he knew just how much Amy meant to her.