Hetty met the troops up in OPS. My idea to dig into Fielding's phone records and bank accounts was dead on and there was more work to be done.

Mr. Callen, Mr. Chenov is being returned to the boatshed as we speak. It seems his story of meeting Fielding for the first time yesterday is fiction. Also the knife used to kill Fielding was a Marine K-bar. That is what you took from Mr. Chenov. Forensics has blood matching Fielding's on Mr. Chenov's K-bar. Lean on him Mr. Callen. You might want Mrs. Andrews to do it.

I looked to my partner but she was giving me no answers. "Shall we go Partner?"

Mr. Deeks and Miss Blye please go over the bank statements with Mr. Beale, there are some interesting deposits there. Find out where they came from.

Callen and Carla left. Deeks looked at Kensi and nodded towards Hetty. Kensi nodded back. "Hetty, could I have a word with you?"

Hetty smiled toward Kensi but couldn't read her intentions. "Of course Miss Blye, what can I do for you?"

Kensi wore a confused but serious face. "Not here. In your office would be better."

Hetty nodded and motioned towards the door of OPS. Kensi led the way down the stairs and into Hetty's office.

Once they had taken seats, Kensi rethought about what she wanted to ask, but shook her head and pushed on. "Hetty, I know that Carla is a friend of yours… but do you really know her? I watched her with Callen last night and when I read what she said the facial expressions didn't match. I'm concerned as to what is going on here."

Hetty sat back in her chair and picked up her tea cup. She took a sip as she pondered her response to Miss Blye. "Carla and I go way back. I introduced her to her husband and I knew her children. It was hard for her and I supported her through those rough times. Right after she lost her children her mother died. Her sister was the only family she had left. Later on when she got back on her feet she met James Andrews and fell in love again. I was happy for her. They had a wonderful life together traveling the world until he died of a brain aneurism. Work for her is cathartic. Please don't take too much at face value. She is a wonderful operative and a good friend."

Kensi had a sense of being rebuked, but this is Hetty. She protects those that are close to her. They'd been on the receiving end of that. "Okay, I'll leave it alone." But inside Kensi knew she'd be watching. "Better go and find my partner." She rose and walked from Hetty's office.

Hetty watched her go. She needed to make this operation move faster and put the bad boys away.

Carla had to go home.

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Yuri Chenov waited for us at the boatshed when we arrived. His police escort took their coffee and went into the parking lot to wait for their charge. The officers had started the Over Watch Program in the room where he waited.

The monitor had a great picture of Yuri looking quite pleased with himself. I wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. He managed to put us a day behind. I wondered who he was protecting and why.

Carla was also studying him to find a way to get through to him. I sensed that the look he was giving perturbed her as well and she might like to smack him as well.

I was curious why Hetty said to let Carla have a go at him but I figured I'd find out in the room. "Well Partner, what we going to do with him?"

Carla's eyes narrowed and her fist clenched and unclenched as I watched her. "I don't like being played. Why do you think he did that? I could have hurt him yesterday and he didn't give up much."

I nodded in agreement. "Let me call Deeks and see if LAPD got back to him yet."

Carla nodded. She went to make herself a cup of tea. "Want a cup?"

I did and I nodded at her while I dialed Deeks. "Deeks, did LAPD get back to you with Juan and Raul Molina? They were? Where? Does it look like a gang murder or something else? They have any suspects? Alright we'll get back to you."

Carla had returned from the kitchen area with our tea and came up next to where I was standing. "What happened?"

I pivoted and looked at our guest. "Juan and Raul were both gunned down in a drive by during dinner at the café they own. It doesn't have the feel of a rival gang killing. It was more like a professional hit. LAPD can't place the who or why, yet, but they're working on it." I eyeballed our friend some more. "What's he hiding? What do you say we do exactly like we did yesterday but this time I'm the grumpy cop and if at any time you want to switch let me know?"

Carla's head bobbed up and down with thought. "Ok, but it may not be verbal. I may just go. Is that okay with you?"

I gave my trademark smirk, look, or grimace, whatever you wanted to call it. "Let's go Partner." With that we put our tea down and walked into interrogation.

Yuri never moved as we came in. He was enjoying his time on the monitor; too bad for him: it was coming to an end.

I walked into interrogation and sat back in the corner. A bit of surprise showed in Yuri's eyes. Carla walked in, sat across from him and smiled. He tilted his head to the left as if to ask 'what's up?' Carla chose not to see it.

She's in the driver's seat and she's still smiling but staring intently into his face. Yuri is still smiling at me, at Carla and at the camera. He is still one happy boy. "Why so happy Yuri? You're aware we have your K-bar, the one you tried to slice Agent Callen with, right? That was a very naughty thing to do but we'll come back to that. By the way our forensics team checked it out. You know what they found, Yuri?" Yuri just shrugged and continued to smile. It was pissing Carla off. I could tell, but Yuri was not that smart. "No, or don't you care, Yuri?"

He still sat with that stupid grin plastered to his face.

I moved to stand behind Carla and glared at him. In my hardest, iciest voice I shared a bit of information with our friend Yuri. "We found Chief Petty Officer Fielding's blood on your knife. Why'd you kill him? Oh you had his cash and you wanted to make more by taking the uranium back and selling it again, to someone with more money? Hum… that's considered sloppy Yuri. You're supposed to ditch the knife after killing someone; didn't they teach you that in Killing 101?"

He didn't miss a beat. He never stopped smiling either. He looked straight into my face. "I didn't kill him." He looked back to Carla. "I didn't." That second 'I didn't' had a lot less force behind it.

Carla snickered at him. "You expect us to believe that? Your finger prints were all over the knife. Fielding's blood was there as well. It's kind of hard to wash off."

Yuri's smile began to crumble. "I tell you I didn't kill him. Some else took my knife and killed him."

Carla smiled because she had an angle to work from now. "It's never good to lend someone your knife Yuri. They may do something with it that can get you in big trouble, LIKE KILL SOMEONE!"

Yuri hadn't seen that one coming from her. He still wanted to see her as a sweet little old grandmother type.

I shared more information with him. "Juan and Raul Molina were shot in a drive by last night. Why'd they want the uranium and why send Fielding for more? If we don't get some answers soon you're going down for a murder and two accessories to murder. Won't that be fun?"

We could see Yuri's brain working. The decision was to tell us what he knows and we'd go lightly with him, but have the Molina Cartel after him for life, or tell us nothing and go down for a long time and be free of the Molina's. I motioned for Carla to get up and leave. He needed some time to process. We'd be watching that process via the monitor.

We sat at the table finishing our tea that we had left before going in. I eyeballed my partner and wondered to myself why I liked working with her. It was almost seamless. We thought alone the same lines most of the time. There was just a feeling of dishonesty here that bothered me. That was why I called Nell last night. I wanted to know more about this woman and asking Hetty or her, didn't work. She had to know I watched her and had questions but it didn't faze her one bit; or not that she showed it. She was just that good.

Yuri made his decision. He thought better of spending the rest of his life in prison. You could read the answer on his face. "Time to go Carla. Our boy is ready."

Yuri's gaze met our as we walked back into interrogation. I knew that he hoped to see us divided but we weren't, so he'd have to suck it up.

Carla sat at the table and watched Yuri. When she finally spoke it surprised him. He jumped as she spoke. "What do you want to share with us? Maybe you're giving us the name of our murderer? Who is it, Yuri?"

I crossed my arms across my chest and leant against the wall as if to say 'yeah?'

Yuri thought of his plan a few seconds more. "Chief Petty Officer Stanley Jones; he came out after I sold the canister to Fielding, grabbed my knife from my belt and stabbed Fielding. He then proceeded to remove the insignia from Fielding's uniform. He mumbled about disgracing the uniform and treason to his country. His reaction was crazy. He threw my knife back at me and I picked it up and ran. I didn't kill Fielding and I didn't help with the murder either. Now help me."

Carla smiled at him but it chilled me to see that smile. It scared the crap out of me but Yuri didn't get it. "We've got you for the trafficking nuclear materials. What makes you think we won't make the murder stick as well?"

Yuri finally got the panic look. He understood that we were after the 'truth' but whose, his or ours? "

I eyed Yuri and made him feel so much worse. You could see the sweat beads on his forehead begin to form. "If we can't find Chief Petty Officer Jones and get him to talk you'll still go down for the murder.

Yuri nodded but you could see the fear of being sent to prison for something he didn't do.

I turned away from him and to Carla. "I need to call Kensi and Deeks and have them go down to San Diego and pick up Jones. I'll be right back."

I went and made the call. When I got back Carla had Yuri jacked up against the wall. I must have had my 'What the hell look on my face.'

Yuri had panicked. "Get her off me. She's one crazy old lady!"

I moved towards Carla and gave her the motion to drop him and non-verbally asked why.

She smiled at me. "He called me Grandma."

I laughed out loud. This went beyond funny to hysterical. "All righty then!"