A/N: Regardless of what you read in chapter 100, and you will read below – I am NOT turning "AND LOVE" into a crossover. Densi will become friends, and appear from time to time, but this remains solidly a Jamko story.
HERTZ DESKJoey peeks his head around the corner and dangles 2 sets of keys. "Who is driving?" He asks.
Jamie and Eddie raise their hands. Jamie thinks, then says "We should add my niece also. Nicky Reagan-Boyle. Here is her information."
Johnny collects everybody's info, makes a copy, then turns them over to Joey. They have elected to take the full insurance. They follow Joey, Jamie pushing the luggage cart. Out in the garage Joey orients them to the vehicle, the girls to the entertainment system, they pack their luggage into the clam-shell and are ready to depart.
"Wait! Wait!" Johnny comes running out to the car. "I almost forgot. Where are you staying while you are out here?" He leans into Edxie's window.
Eddie shows him a brochure, "The Family Suite, at the Malibu Motel."
Johnny blanches. "No, no, you can't do that. Please no. That sounds nice, but it's e ga real seedy place. Unless the ladies intend to earning a little money on the side." He continually shakes his head.
Jamie and Eddie pale!
"Wait right here a moment. I will bring you a packet of brochures. All reputable places. I'll be right back, please."
They wait, and he brings them additional information. They thank him and pull hout of the garage; finding a place to pull over, they rethink lodging.
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MALIBU BEACHKensi and Marty have collected their crew. Rosa was at home watching Caleb and Sofia. They pack up for a couple of hours on the beach; the surf report was mediocre at best, but Marty brings his board just in case. Once they arrive, Kensi spreads the blanket while Marty waxes his board.
"Kens, the break looks average, I'm going out to see what I can wrestle up, ok?"
"Ok, I've got the signal flags just in case." (A 6-foot bamboo pole with yellow [caution] and red [TROUBLE] flags to fly and catch his attention). Marty is to look her way frequently.
"Got it, babe." After a quick kiss he ambles off toward the surf.
Kensi, Rosa and the little ones get settled on the blanket; Monty is patrolling the beach nearby, hoping that this time he will catch an inattentive gull.
UP THE BEACHJamie, Eddie and crew have not decided on a place to stay. To clear their heads, Eddie talked her husband into a walk on the beach. He finds a parking area and parks the car. Everyone piles out; the kids quite antsy to get their feet wet.
J/E/N (Jamie, Eddie and Nicky) kept the kids corralled while they organize themselves.
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FLASHBACK 4 MONTHS PRIORJ/E/N all have achieved their CCW permit status for NY state. Jamie, of course, due to his job. Through the efforts of Frank, NYPD PC, the LAPD chief approved permits for California, for 1 month.
During the meeting in which Frank agreed to advocate for this, his demeanor was severe. He did NOT want blow back for this action on his part. Promises were extracted, and agreed upon.
Both ladies had gone to the range diligently. Nicky had become very proficient. Eddie had achieved marksman status. A step below sharp-shooter.
Jamie had stressed safety and team work as they prepared for this trip. The kids had listened in on these talks; they were suitably impressed with the seriousness of the situation. This was a huge responsibility. And demanded strict obedience to father's leadership – at all times. As the only police officer, he was in charge! Doubts or disagreements could be discussed later. Not during the situation.
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It's as if Jamie had a premonition.
"Weapons holstered and in your pack?"
"Yes."
He turns to Cassie, "Asp compacted and stowed?"
"Yes, sir!"
He frowned at the sir.
"Ok kids, stay within 20 feet of us adults, please."
"He's treating this like boot camp," Eddie whispered to Nicky. They both giggled. He frowned.
The 3 adults walk just in the top of the surf line: so the kids could walk, splash and play in the ankle deep water. They laughed as a wave would pull them toward deeper water.
"DADDY! The water wants me to come in!"
"Mommy, the sand tickles my toes!"
"He splashed me!"
"You did it first!"
"Dd not!"
"Did too!"
"KIDS! Shall we go to the hotel?"
"We don't have a hotel yet."
"Well, I will find a dumpster for you!"
"Jamie, easy babe."
THEN THEY HEARSounds like shouting, far up ahead. They look and see what looks like a family surrounded by a group of young men – 6 probably. The family of 2, or is it 3, are shielding 2 small children from the "bullies".
Jamie takes charge: "Mary Rose, please take one of each of your brother's hands. Walk slowly towards that lifeguard tower we just passed. Tell the lifeguard that there appears to be trouble down the beach. Ok?"
"Yes, daddy." She takes a hand of Pat & AJ and they walk away.
"Ladies, be sure your weapon is free and easily available. Let's go see if we can be of assistance." Jamie makes sure his sig is firmly in its holster and in his back waist band. Eddie and Nicky make sure their weapon is on the top of their pack. They clasp a hand of Cassie or Mal and slowly walk ahead, a step or two behind Jamie.
88888888888"What do we have here? The lady and a tramp? These your kids, shaggy?" LOL
"You don't want to do this," Kensi firmly states.
"And why not, bitch?" The assumed leader barks. The heavily tatted bruiser chuckles. He leers at Rosa, "Want some fun, sweetheart? I could give you the ride of your young life, baby!" He takes a step toward Rosa.
Kensi steps between her daughter and the monster.
The bully looks to Deeks. "Shit, the lady steps in to protect her young . . . and you cower off o the side." LOL
All the while, Jamie and crew draw closer.Seemingly from out of nowhere, the man contending with Kensi and Rosa lashes out with a short club. He had hidden the short weapon tightly behind his right leg. He struck Kensi full on the left side of her head. As she fell, another assailant rushed forward and grabbed Sofia. He took off running in the direction of Jamie & Eddie and crew. Seeing them in his path, he swerves a little left to avoid them.
"SOFIA!" Deeks screams, then moves to cover his wife.
"I've got him," Cassie screams as she draws her asp and sets out on the trail of the wiry man carrying the little girl. "I've got her back," Mal barks out and takes off after Cass. With no weapon except her fists and feet.
Jamie and Eddie are stunned; but realize they need to trust their girls training and instincts. "Draw, down," Jamie commands softly. They each draw their handgun, keeping it pointed at the ground and close by their right leg. They slowly approach.
MEANWHILE BEHIND THEMCassie and Mal fairly easily catch up with the perp, as he is carrying a struggling Sofia.
"PUT HER DOWN!" Cassie barks.
He stops and looks back. Laughing he turns around, "Shut up girlie, or I'll have fun with you next!"
He stoops to set Sofia down. As he does, Cassie takes 2 steps forward and lashes out with her asp. She catches him full on his left knee, she and Mal hear bone crack. He drops like a stone, howling in pain. Sofia scampers into Mal's open arms.
Cassie kicks him over, onto his back. His eyes go wide as he sees what she is about to do. As her mother and cousin taught her, she stomps heavily, right on his crotch. He bowls louder and curls into a ball.
A lifeguard rushes up, he turns the man slightly and cuffs his hands behind his back. "Trouble?" He asks.
Mal points to where her daddy & mommy are. He nods and pulls out his phone.
MEANWHILEDeeks is crouched over Kensi, "Back off!" He screams. "We are Federal agents; you are headed for a bunch of trouble, buddy!"
"Trouble? Huh, you ain't seen trouble yet mister."
"POLICE, FREEZE!" Jamie barks out.
All the bullies spin around towards the voice. They see 3 people, spread out 3 yards apart and in a shooter's stance. Each one holds a firearm, they look like they know what they are doing.
The distraction is enough for Marty to draw his own Baretta from his back waist band.
The are at a standstill as they hear sirens approaching.
The perps drop their clubs and kneel on the ground.
"Lay flat, arms spread," Marty barks. They all comply.
"We've got them, attend to your lady," Jamie tells the shaggy looking dude. Deeks smiles and nods, then turns to watch over Kensi. She is out, but is breathing and has a good pulse. Rosa has Caleb in her arms.
2 LAPD RMPs roll up, along with an unmarked car with its light flashing.
4 LAPD officers step out, guns drawn. 2 plain clothes 'officers' step out of the other car.
Jamie leaves Eddie and Nicky to watch over the perps, he steps to the LAPD officers, one of them has sergeant stripes. He slowly stows his sig in his back waistband, reaches into a pocket and takes out a card. He hands the card to the sergeant and announces himself. "Jameson Reagan, Lieutenant, NYPD, sir."
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PROTOCOLThe two plainclothes men approach, the large black man muttering "local LEO, getting in the way every time, damn!"
The LAPD sarge holds up a hand, "We'll handle this, boys, back off." He holds his hands up, and everybody stops.
"Excuse me," the black man persists. "These two are Federal agents (pointing to Kensi & Deeks), it's our jurisdiction!" Deeks is kneeling beside a prone Kensi.
The LAPD sergeant ignores that. He addresses Jamie, "Do you all have CCW permits, Lieutenant?"
"Yes, New York with reciprocity to California, sergeant. May I show you, my documentation?"
"Certainly." He waits with Jamie while he motions for the other 3 LAPD officers to begin taking charge of the perps. The other officers call for a police van; the agents step a few steps away and make a call.
Jamie shows the sarge his permit and a commissioner's courtesy card. "Frank Reagan, huh?"
"My father."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. I get that a lot."
"I'm sure. Your dad must have pulled some strings to get you reciprocity."
"He advocated for us."
"I am sure. The two ladies?"
"Eddie, my wife, the short blond; Nicky, my niece. Both with the same documentation, sir."
"Well, as I'm sure you are aware; every time a weapon is drawn the shooting team needs to do a little investigation. How would you suggest we proceed, Lieutenant?'
'This guy is being very polite'. "If I may suggest, you take our weapons now and process them. Then we come in to the precinct tomorrow afternoon for interviews. We haven't even checked into our lodging. We just arrived this morning from NYC."
"Well, let me make a couple of calls and I'll get back to you on that. Why don't you get your folks settled in the meantime. Don't leave the area, please."
"I will; thank you, sir." Jamie walks over to Nicky and Eddie. "Why don't the two of you collect the kids, I am sill working with the sergeant on how we'll handle our drawing of weapons."
"Are we in trouble, uncle Jamie?"
"I don't think so. But there is a protocol for whenever a weapon is drawn. Especially by a police officer. Don't leave the area. Eddie, maybe you can draw the car closer, while Nicky watches the kids? Then you can use the parked vehicle while I wrap things up."
"That officer is being quite reasonable, isn't he?" Eddie remarks.
"Very. That reminds me; give me your weapons and CCW permits. He will need to process them. We will probably get them back tomorrow afternoon."
Eddie and Nicky go to collect their kids. They see Cassie and Mal still with the lifeguard and Sofia. When they get there, the guard tells them that a girl and 2 boys are at the guard station just up the beach. They collect the 3 girls and head for that station. Eddie sends Jamie a TXT:
ER: Sofia safe w us, going to guard station to get MR & boys.
JR: K will tell Sofia's parents.
Jamie steps over to shaggy. "Your daughter is safe with my wife and niece. They are headed up the beach to a guard station, where our youngest daughter took our twin boys when we saw this action. How is, she? Your wife?"
"Yes, Kensi. She's still unconscious – but breathing and pulse ok. Probably at least a moderate concussion. Thanks for stepping up, you didn't have to do that."
"Yes, we did. You would have, right?" Jamie looks Marty square in his ocean blue eyes.
Marty nods, "Yeah, I er we would have. It's in our DNA I guess."
"Ours too."
"But your girls, taking off after that twerp and Sofia!"
"Like you said, DNA." They smirk at each other.
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NYPD 1-PP"Frank, LAPD Chief Dennison on line 2."
"LAPD, really?"
"Yup. Something about Jameson."
Frank's blood runs cold, Jamie and family are in Los Angeles. Just got there today, damn.
"I've got it, Baker."
"Chief Dennison, Frank Reagan here. What can I do for you?"
Chief Dennison tells Frank about the incident at Malibu. Father was relieved as he heard the details. His son and family responded just as a Reagan should. The two men relived their conversation about the CCW permits.
Chief Dennison is now glad that he approved those permits. He calls the precinct captain back and approves fast tracking of the 'shooting' investigation. The captain calls the sergeant on site, and he informs Jamie. Their weapons will be taken into custody, processed, and they are to come in to the Malibu precinct tomorrow for interviews.
Marty is still sitting cross legged on the sand, Kensi's head in his lap. "Jamie, where are you staying?"
"Oh, damn. We hadn't gotten around to looking at all that info Johnny gave us."
"Johnny Davis, Hertz at LAX?"
"Yeah, I guess. Why?"
"I worked with him at LAPD. Great guy."
"Yeah, he was. Anyway-
"No hotel yet?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
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Marty makes a call. "Hetty, I need a condo for 8. 3 adults, 5 kids. Girls 13, 10, 7; Twin boys 2 y/o, almost 3. They saved our asses today at Malibu."
"Marty, does it need to be in Malibu?"
"I doubt it. Near a beach would be a plus. Vacation family from NYC. A Jameson Reagan, NYPD Lieutenant."
"Frank Reagan's son?"
"I think so, yeah."
"Marty, I will TXT you an address, Nell will meet you there."
"Ah, Hetty, Kens is still unconscious. I'm going with her to the hospital."
"Oh, dear, serious?"
"Probably just a concussion. She's stable. Head in my lap."
"Let me talk to Jameson, please."
Marty hands Jamie the phone, "My boss, do not tell her NO!"
Jamie smirks, nods, and takes the phone, "Jamie here."
"Lieutenant Reagan, I presume? Frank and Mary's boy?"
"Ah, Henrietta?"
"The very one. I have a condo for your family. Maybe two. Did Mr. Deeks give you instructions?"
"He said not to say no."
"And?"
"I will not say no!"
"Very good! Frank and Mary raised a gentleman. Here is what's going to happen."
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2 HOURS LATER – NEWPORT BEACH
Jamie, following directions pulls up to a gated community. He enters the code to the gate and it swings open. As they enter, the gate swings closed behind them. He finds the numbered parking space he was told about and parks. They pile out of the Expedition and look around.
"Yoo Hoo!" Comes down from above. He looks up and sees two women waving from a balcony. He waves back. "3rd floor!" A diminutive lady with round, horn rimmed glasses shouts. "Luggage carts inside the main floor door."
Eddie and Nicky find 2 carts, the kids help pile the luggage on. 2 bags are left, Jamie picks them up. Eddie, Nicky, Cassie and Mal guide them inside. The 1st elevator load is 1 cart with Eddie, Cassie and the boys. The 2nd is the other cart plus Nicky, Mal, Mary Rose & dad with the suitcases. The 2nd was a very tight fit!
After setting his luggage down he looked for Eddie. He found her on a balcony, hands resting on the railing, gazing out at the ocean. She was mesmerized by the sparkling bright blue water. He slipped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist just below her breasts. He held her tightly.
"What are you thinking about, love?"
"Can we move?" She whispered.
He chuckled. "Yeah, there is only one view in all the world better thsn this." He gently turned her head and softly kissed her lips. "YOU!"
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TBC