AND LOVE CHAP 107 RESCUE I
ATLANTIC SHORE
Cassie & Eddie wake up; cold, sore and shivering. They try to move, they cannot. Their hands are tied behind their back, legs tied at the ankles, a smelly gag in their mouth. Head hurts like hell. It is dark, smelly and quiet. What the hell! They faintly hear the sound of the surf. Where are they? How did they get here?
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FLASHBACK – 8 HOURS AGO
Mom and Cassie were giving Mary Rose and AJ a break with chores. They were on the last stall, Joseph's corner one when the lights went out.
"Damn, Cass do you have a flashlight on you?"
"No, mom. There is a battery powered lantern in the tack room. I can feel my way to get to it."
"Ok, be safe."
"Yes, mom."
Cassie feels her way; as she enters the tack room, she is grasped from behind and a smelly rag tightly covered her mouth and nose. She struggles briefly, then loses consciousness.
Eddie repeats the process. Same result.
30 MINUTES LATER
"Mal, how long have mom and Cass been gone to the barn?" Jamie asks.
"Over an hour, daddy."
As he steps out the door, he sees the barn is dark. "Eddie!" No answer. "Cassie!" No answer. He retreats, grabs a flashlight and goes to check things out.
No sign of his ladies; signs of a struggle in the tack room. A Keffiyeh left strewn on the dirt in Joseph's corner stall. A clue? A warning?
He lifts his phone and dials 911.
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5 HOURS AGO, NCIS-OSP LOS ANGELES
Kensi, Marty, Jill Hennesey! The armory, NOW!
Hetty assembles part of her team. "You are leaving in 45, for NYC! Jill, your tat kit! Kensi & Marty to wardrobe!"
They collect the needed supplies including costumes and are off on schedule. They sit together in the back of the Gulfstream jet.
"We have instructions on our phones," Kensi briefs the others. "Nell sent a layout of the probable hostage site."
"Why us, without G and Sam. Not that I'm complaining, I never thought that I'd see you in that get-up again." Marty wiggles his eyebrows.
Kensi sighs. "You get a 2nd chance to prove that you're my type. Don't blow it, shaggy!"
"Oh, we are way past that, sugar bear."
"Hmpf. Read your homework, babe. Jill, you ready to do this again?"
"Ready when you are, Kens."
"As soon as we find a quiet room."
"Yup!"
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NYPD 1-PP - PRESENT
"Go right in, agents. The PC is expecting you," Baker motions to the hazy glass doors.
They enter and see the large form of Frank Reagan, and his team.
"Sit, please. Welcome to NYC. I assume you've read your brief?"
"We have, sir," Kensi answers for them all.
"The abducted are a civilian and her daughter."
"Not just any 2 ladies, sir," Marty smirks.
Frank's moustache twitches. "You are correct, Mr. Deeks. Your brief contains all the latest information we have. You will be transported by helicopter, then SUV to a home adjacent to the hostage location. There you will have time to prepare for the mission. When you are ready, inform me and I will instruct SWAT as to how to proceed. Is that clear?"
Kensi and Marty look at each other. Marty signals to his wife 'OK, we'll handle this'.
"Clear, sir," Kensi answers for the team.
They salute, then are on their way down to the 1-PP garage.
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First by helicopter to Middle Island. Then via SUV to the home of Sydney Ann Davenport & Gregg Wells, on the Atlantic shore.
Annie welcomes them. "Come in. I'm Annie, this is my boyfriend, Gregg. We are happy to be of assistance. What can we do for you?"
"A quiet, private room, and some bottled water, if you can?" Marty requests.
"Certainly. Gregg, can you show them to our bedroom, please honey?"
"Yup, right this way."
He ushers them to a spacious master bedroom, king-sized bed and all. Jill sets up on a well-spaced vanity. Kensi and Deeks start to unpack, and get into costume.
Annie returns with 3 bottled waters. After giving each visitor a bottle, she lingers by the doorway.
"Would you like to see us prepare?" Marty inquires.
"Oh, no, I don't want to intrude, I'll just-
"You'll just sit somewhere and we will talk you through it." Kensi suggests.
"If you don't-
"We don't mind," Marty says. "Unless you insist on non-stop incessant chatter." He chuckles.
"Excuse me, that would be you, babe." Kensi comes back at him.
Annie smirks at their banter. She and Gregg do much the same.
Jill starts on Kensi's arms. She keeps up low-grade narrative as she covers Kensi with tattoos, head to toe. Annie (Syd) has never seen anything like it.
Kensi slips out of her jeans and tank top; over her extremely small panties she pulls on a pair of very short, navy blue boy shorts. She invites Annie to notice that the boy shorts are fashioned so that she has a compartment for a hand gun over 1 cheek, and a knife over the other. Annie is amazed at this.
Suddenly, Marty bursts through the door. In one swift, smooth motion Kensi is crouched with a gin in one hand, a knife in the other!
Annie's jaw drops! "How . . . how do you do that?"
"Practice, lots of practice, my dear."
"Smooth moves, nabe." Marty compliments his wife.
"That was practice? Wow!"
"Yup, she passed! My old lady still has it!"
"Shush, I'll show you some better moves later."
"Not in mixed company," Jill mumbles. She continues with her art work.
When she is done, Kensi slips into a short white with black patterns dress. VERY SHORT! Annie gulps! She wouldn't be caught dead in that dress. Kensi sees her reaction.
"Annie; to catch bad boys, I dress as a bad girl!"
Annie gulps, "I. ah . . . I guess so!"
Marty comes out of the walk-in-closet. He lets out a low, wolf whistle. "It looks like we are ready, Kensalina!"
"Yup, ready!" She strolls over to him, caresses his cheek, and plants one on his lips. "Ready!"
They strut out of the room, arm-in-arm.
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Family room, overlooking the ocean.
"Wait, are you gonna call SWAT?" Annie asks.
They stop and turn around. "And have them stomp all over the op?" Kensi asks.
Marty takes 2 steps back and stops in Annie's space. He lifts her chin and pecks her lips. She shivers. "Are you gonna tell on us?"
"Ah . . . no."
He lifts her chin again, and pecks her lips again; a hair longer. "Thank you, Annie."
She shivers harder.
He steps back to Kensi, grasps her hand and hey walk out.
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Annie finds Gregg, "Gregg, babe, I must tell you something! Marty . . . ah-
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TBC