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Delaney woke to talking, to the heavy drop of furniture to the floor, to the sounds of Ray complaining about carrying all the weight, and Jax bitching about his hangover. Delaney felt her brother’s pain, God she was hungover. “This isn’t fair,” she muttered miserably to herself as she kicked down the blankets. “I only had like three shooters.” She sighed standing, swaying a moment and her stomach did a somersault. She gave herself a moment to breath and then decided she wouldn’t be sick. Small favours. She grabbed her deep forest green silk robe from the back of the door and pulled it over her matching sleep set of shorts and a camisole. With a sigh she resigned herself to a day of sipping water, eating soda crackers, and listening to two men bicker and complain.

She took a look at the spare room she was staying in. The bedframe was nice, solid oak. Her brother was an architect, he was drawn to design and wasn’t going to live in a place with a bad layout, and certainly wasn’t going to put boring things inside of it either. The oak was solid, soft in colour kind of bland with the white room, she couldn’t help but think it needed colour on the walls. She smiled, her brother hated painting. She herself didn’t enjoy it either, but she would endure it for the right outcome. Blue, she thought. The room would be nice in a grey-blue, a bold abstract painting on the wall above the bed, a lamp on the right side oak table, something sturdy, masculine for her brother’s taste, maybe in some form of metal, he’d like that. Deep blues for the bed sheets, and throw pillows. The left side table should have a vase, something interesting, blue mosaic- she pictured, some flowers for a feminine touch, homey for guests. She’d talk to him about it, he’d ignore her, she’d buy all the stuff and pressure him into it and he’d ask when she was going back to New York. She smiled, she knew him well.

After a quick detour to the bathroom, she found her brother and Ray arguing over where the leather couches, the colour of brandy should go. “You’re both wrong,” she told them as she leaned against the wall of the hallway staring at them. “It should go there,” she pointed. She stepped into the room and pointed to the wall opposite to where she had suggested the couch go. “Then you could put the flat screen there.”

The men looked at one another. Ray rubbed his beard. Jax sighed and she knew that he knew that she was right. She smiled knowingly and he rolled his eyes at her. “Do you have soda crackers?” she asked.

“You too?” Jax asked with a knowing smirk.

“Don’t look so smug,” she warned him with a narrowing of her eyes. “You’ve got to feel worse than me. You drank more than I did.”

“There’s coffee,” he pointed in suggestion and smiled when she made a face. He knew she didn’t really like coffee. Too bitter. “Soda crackers are in the pantry,” he said taking mercy on her. “Bennett curse,” he muttered.

“You’re telling me,” Delaney responded as her stomach did another flip. “Remind me not to drink again. Ever.”

“You never listen,” Jax responded playfully as he lifted one side of the couch and Ray lifted the other.

Delaney shrugged. This was true.

::

Nate looked up when the slight shadow came across his office. “Good morning, Hetty,” he greeted.

“Good morning, Mr Getz,” she responded with a knowing smile. “You seem to be in good spirits today.” He looked perplexed so she elaborated. “Humming, a moment ago I heard you humming.”

He hadn’t even realized. “Oh... well...” he didn’t know what to say to that. He was happier than he had been in a long time. A smile fitted upon his face as the reason for his happiness popped back into his head.

Hetty smiled at the reaction the psychologist had. “Mr Beale and Miss Jones have finally gotten all of the pieces flipped and scanned, they are teaming up digitally to put together the image.”

“That’s good. Have you seen Mr Deeks this morning?” Nate asked running his hand through his dark hair.

“I have, he came in with Miss Blye, he seems... lighter today,” Hetty said with a slight nod. “It seems the night was a success.”

Nate smiled. “Yes it was.”

Hetty couldn’t help but hear double meaning and she smiled and shook her head. “I need those reports by noon, Mr Getz.”

“They’ll be there,” he promised and buckled down and got to work.

::

Deeks wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or worried that he hadn’t gotten another package from the mystery man or woman. He’d headed straight for the stairs, his intent to check up on the progress Eric and Nell may have made with the image.

“They aren’t done,” Callen had said from his seat behind his desk before Deeks could even take the first stair. “They have them all flipped, they just started to fit pieces together,” Callen closed a file and put it into his outbox. “Nell will call down when they’re done... or Eric will whistle.”

Deeks wished he could do more to help, but knowing the two tech wizards were tag teaming the problem had him feeling a little calmer. He gave Callen a nod in understanding as he came back into the bull pen and threw down his duffle bag. “Kens, care to spar?”

“Nothing going on?” Kensi looked to Sam and Callen.

Sam was surfing the internet, his paperwork caught up, he shook his head.

“You lot give me work,” Callen, as team leader had more paperwork than the rest. “Seriously, Kensi, you keyed some guys car?” He looked up at her with a playful glare of his blue eyes.

She shrugged. “Had to play the crazy card,” she responded a little smile came upon her face as she remembered.

“And you had to break the tail light?” Callen asked folding his arms over his chest.

“They were watching me,” Kensi replied.

“And then you took a lead pipe to the windshield?” Callen tilted his head. “Really? I should send you to see Nate. Your issues with cars needs to be dealt with.”

She smiled and kissed his cheek. “You love me.”

“You’re lucky you didn’t do this to one of the NCIS cars,” he said shooting her a warning look. “If you inadvertently sicced Sierra on me...” he let the empty threat linger in the air.

Kensi just laughed, and made a mental note to remember to give the female NCIS mechanic a call sometime soon. “So do I have anything I need to be doing... other than not busting up cars?” she asked playfully.

Callen shot a dirty look at her empty inbox. “Looks like you’re free.” He looked at his overflowing and precariously stacked inbox with contempt. “Go beat the hell out of Deeks,” he said playfully as he clicked his pen and got back to work.

::

“Really?” Nell was grinning ear to ear as she slid around a piece, she estimated eight hundred or so pieces. This she’d only matched up three blue bits so far and they’d been at it over an hour. This was going to take forever. And yet... here she was. Smiling. “You asked Beth to move in with you? That’s so great.”

Eric was smiling too. “I’m excited... and worried.”

“I understand,” Nell replied and then sighed. “Well... not completely,” she didn’t want to belittle his situation, she couldn’t possibly understand fully, nor could he fully understand what it was like to be with an agent. Especially one as prone to ‘lone wolfing’ a case as Callen. “I mean... Callen knows what I do, I know what he does...” she was blessed in that aspect as much as she was cursed by it. “It must be hard on you.” She hadn’t really thought about it before, what it must be like to be in Eric’s shoes, his odd hours, Bethany not knowing what they do everyday, about the dangers they face, the nightmares they witness. He’d have to go home, pretend like they hadn’t just saved the day from some crazy threat, or found a murdered marine, or was on a clock looking for someone who as missing, or God forbid, those days where one of the agents were injured...

He shrugged a little, his eyes on his tablet as he continued to work proficiently as possible at the insane task. “I can’t imagine not being with her anymore. The days where I get off work and I’m too tired, or it’s too late to go to her place... nine times out of ten I end up there anyways, like my mind switched destinations the second I got into the car. No matter what, no matter how late, or how haggard I look after the day she’s there, all bleary eyed from being woken but she lets me in every time. Doesn’t push, doesn’t pry... she’s just... always there.” He could feel Nell’s gaze and he turned his head a little to meet it. “What?” he asked.

Nell beamed. “You’re so in love,” she bumped shoulders with him. “I’m happy for you partner.”

He grinned. “Thanks.” He linked up two pieces and let out a ‘woot’ of triumph.

“Yeah, now only another eight hundred or so to go,” Nell said with a sigh.

He too sighed and got back to work.

::

Kensi ducked quickly, and since she’d already had to get lower she kept going planting her hands and using her leg to sweep. Deeks jumped over her leg just in time and she got both feet planted and brought herself back up to full height. “Come on, bring it Deeks,” she taunted.

“I’m just warming up, Blye,” he responded throwing another punch that she deflected she got a shot on him to the kidneys, but he second shot he grabbed her fist and twisted it around her back. She twisted and got loose of the hold since he didn’t have a good grip.

The two partners circled around one another. He was faster than he looked, Kensi had figured when they first became partners that she would have the upper hand in agility, why his bulkier form suggested that, he had a grace she didn’t expect from him. She suspected such reflexes and movements were built in from growing up on the waves.

She wasn’t surprised when he got a hold of her waist and kicked her legs out from beneath her, it was a classic Deeks move, and he was damn good at it. Agile enough to get a hold of her before she could get away, and able to take her down swiftly. She’d seen him do it to Callen a few times, but she knew Deeks threw down their team leader harder than he did her. She’d seen him spar with Sam many times, but Deeks never went for the move on Sam.

Deeks was over her, his legs on either side of her torso, his hands pinning her wrists to the ground. “I win,” he said happily.

“Like to see you try that on Sam,” she muttered bitterly. She hated to be bested.

“Na,” he said moving his hands and getting back to his feet. “I don’t think I’d be able to take him down. At least, not like that,” Deeks said putting out a hand to help her up, but she waved it aside and hand springed back to her feet. Damn if the move wasn’t sexy as hell. He smiled. “He’d have me in a headlock before I could do the sweep,” Deeks figured out loud. “Four out of seven?” he asked her since they were tied three to three and he knew she hated ties.

“Na,” she responded surprising him. “I need a shower.” She blew her bangs from her forehead... or tried to, they were stuck in place to the sweat on her forehead.

“Any chance at me cashing in that raincheck?” Deeks asked, a grin spreading over his face.

“Deeks!” Kensi shook her head, shock written upon her face as she started to walk across the gym.

“What?” he called after her. “Am I a bad boy?” He asked with a grin that said he was clearly enjoying bugging her. “Maybe you should spank me?”

“Maybe I will,” she called back throwing a smile over her shoulder.

“Huh,” he responded. That shut him up.

::

Freshly showered, Deeks walked back to the bullpen only to be called by Hetty, he re-routed and came into her office and sat down. “Hey Hetty.”

“Mr Deeks,” she greeted him fondly. She held up a passport and flipped it open. Deeks let out a sigh of relief. “One less thing to think about.”

“Thank you, Hetty,” he responded gratefully taking Ray’s newly issued passport from her grasp.

“He’ll be needing this too,” Hetty held up a boarding pass.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Deeks said looking at it.

Hetty knew she didn’t have to replace the lost or misplaced ticket, nor had she had to push so hard to get the passport so quickly, but she had because Deeks had enough on his plate, this she could do to help him, and so she had. “Take it,” she pushed it across her desk and made a point of checking her watch. “You might want to take it over now, I’d hate to see him miss his flight. Again.”

Deeks smiled and stood the new passport and boarding pass in hand. “Thank you Hetty! I owe you big.”

“My jag needs a wash,” she said in jest.

“You just want to see me in my swim trunks...” he paused and made a face. “I took that too far, didn’t I?”

“Way too far Mr Deeks,” Hetty responded, managing to keep a straight face.

He nodded. “Got it.” He turned quickly and didn’t bother to grab his jacket on the way out.

Only when he was out of sight did Hetty let out a quick laugh.

::

Deeks let out a low whistle. “Nice place,” he commented as he walked into Jax’s condo.

“It’ll do for now,” Jax responded. Being that he was an architect there were hundreds of design aspects that bothered him, but it had been a quick sale and at the time, that had been his first priority.

“Marty,” Delaney greeted with a salute of a soda cracker.

“Are you actually eating something with your hands?” Deeks said with a little grin.

“Ray! Marty is mocking me!”

“What do you want me to do about it?” Ray asked from couch, his face hidden by the newspaper he was reading, the open space of the living room and kitchen good for the conversation.

“Beat him up,” Delaney asked sweetly.

“Maybe tomorrow,” Ray responded flipping the page.

“You’ll be out of here by then,” Deeks said holding up the passport. Ray peered over the newspaper and dropped it to the table, a smile lit up his face upon seeing the passport. “I hope you’re packed, the flight is for a little later today.”

“You bet your ass I’m packed,” Ray said with a smile.

“Then say your goodbyes, we got to go.”

“Oh,” Delaney pouted.

“Hey now,” Ray said brushing one of her curls behind her ear. “This just means you’ll finally have to come and visit me for a change.”

She looked up at him, since she was sitting. “I guess... I still have to meet Aaron.”

“Call me, come over and stay for a while, anytime.”

She smiled sadly. “I will,” she promised standing, towering nearly a foot taller as she hugged him tightly and he hugged her back. “I love you, Ray.”

“Love you too, Laney,” he said and reached up to ruffle her hair affectionately. “Keep the boys in line while I’m gone.”

“Please, they never listen to me,” she responded with a pout as she dropped back onto the stool.

“Jax.”

“Ray.”

The two men hugged it out quickly. “See you around brother,” Ray said.

“Have a safe trip,” Jax wished.

“I’ll walk out with you guys,” Delaney said grabbing her purse. “I’m going shopping!” Delaney announced. She wore pants with a high waist line that made her already incredibly long legs appear impossibly proportioned with the rest of her body, the white long sleeved blouse flowed and was tucked in, a skinny hot pink belt looped through her pants popped against the dark grey. She looked to her brother. “Want to come with me?”

“Hell hasn’t frozen over yet, has it?” Jax asked distractedly as he sat back down to work on renovation measurements for a client.

“Funny guy,” Delaney responded dryly. “I won’t be long,” she told him and he waved them all off.

Delaney got in one last hug in the parking garage and waved them off, she let out a sigh as she got into her rental car and started it up.

::

“How’s it going?” Callen asked as he walked through the ops centre doors, they automatically closed behind him.

Nell rubbed her tired eyes. “Eighty percent of the picture is blue.”

“It took us a while to realize that it’s a backdrop,” Eric said shaking his head feeling stupid. All of the blues were the same hue so it as a logical conclusion. “So now we’re ignoring all the blue pieces-“

“And focussing on the other colours,” Nell finished his sentence and got a little smile out of Eric.

“And how far have you gotten on that?” Callen asked curiously.

Nell pointed to the big screen. “That’s it.”

“That’s it?” Callen stared at it. “Doesn’t look like anything.”

“There are still hundreds of pieces. Mostly blue, white, red and beige. But even excluding the blue we’re still looking at hundreds of possibilities for each colour. Less with the red and the white.”

“I come with lunch,” Nate said holding a bag in his hand. “And the eating of it in the ops centre had been pre-approved by Hetty,” he said before either of the techs could argue.

“Thanks Nate,” Eric said taking the bag. “I’m starved.” His stomach rumbled as if to punctuate it.

Nell laughed, but then her’s grumbled loudly too. She bit her bottom lip and Eric passed her a burger. “Thanks Eric, thanks Nate!”

“None for the rest of us?” Callen asked with the slightest grin to indicate he was joking.

“On your desk, Callen,” Nate responded appearing rather serene. He looked to the progress they were making and studied the bits with an analytical eye. “Hey Nell... what’s that?” He pointed.

“What’s what?” she asked with her mouth full and quickly swallowed and gluped down some of the orange flavoured soft drink.

“This here,” Nate instead came up and enhanced it on the big touch screen. “It seems... discoloured?”

“Not discoloured,” Eric said.

“A watermark!” Eric and Nell said at the same time.

“Good eye, Nate,” Nell said passing the burger to Callen. “Hold that,” she bossed him and he smiled taking a bite while he was at it.

“Can you pull up all the bits with the watermark?” Nate asked.

“You bet,” Eric responded doing just that. “That narrows it down to one hundred and sixteen pieces,” he sat back in his seat taking another bite of his burger, savouring for a moment and washing it down with Dr Pepper. “A lot of the pieces are-“

“Curved,” Nell took over. “All pieces for the circle...” she started to turn bits on her tablet, and Eric did the same, working in obsessive tandem putting all the tiny bits together.

::

“You’ve got to come see Aaron too,” Ray said. “It’s not just the twins, it’s you too... you’re his godfather and you’ve never met him.”

“You decided that and didn’t even tell me!” Deeks defended. “And you know my job! It’s insanity.”

“Well at least you admit it’s insane,” Ray responded playfully. “But seriously, when are you going to come up and meet the little guy? Soon.” He said pointedly as if it were an order. “Bring Wikipedia with you.”

Deeks smiled. “Maybe I will.”

“You two... you know? Really?” Ray asked with a big grin. “I called it.”

Deeks shook his head. “She’s the one Ray,” he admitted.

“Yeah, I knew that nearly two years ago,” Ray said with a large grin. “You’re a little slow on the take, buddy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Deeks responded flicking on his blinker to pull into the airport parking lot.

::

“It’s a logo for a modelling company,” Nell said popping the last bit of Callen’s burger into her mouth. They’d shared hers and he’d run down and gotten his while she and Eric continued working.

The doors opened and Kensi came in to join them, Callen quickly catching her up on the highlights on the hours worth of work.

Eric pulled up everything on the modelling company. “It’s a company based out of New York-“

“Wait, a modelling company?” Kensi asked.

“Yeah,” Eric responded.

“From New York, and this is the bits that were in the woman’s pocket?”

“Kens, you’re looking pale,” Callen put his hand under her elbow just incase. “What is it?”

“This is all about Deeks, the article, the woman in the house... this wasn’t left behind on accident.” Oh but how she wished it was. “Delaney’s a model.”

Nate turned to look at the picture. “The beige bits... could be pale skin... the red...” he enhanced a red and it was lines of copper and honey. “Hair... it has to be Delaney.” There was a sudden, overwhelming surge of panic that shot through him and left him unsteady.

Kensi already had her phone out, while she didn’t have the number for the twins she did have the number for Deeks who was out, maybe he was with them?

Hetty walked in for a progress report and was unnerved by the panicked features of her agents. “Status?” She looked directly to Callen.

“Eric and Nell put together a watermark logo for a modelling company, Kensi’s informed us that Delaney is a model.”

“She’s also lives in New York,” Kensi said frustrated. “I can’t get a hold of Deeks.”

“He’s dropping Mr Martindale off at the airport,” Hetty said. “Try him again.”

::

Delaney could spend an entire day in a home furnishing store if she felt like it. She’d picked up a few things for her brother’s place, he would complain about it, she knew, but didn’t care. Men didn’t bother with throw pillows or rugs, or stylish vases, or candles or potpourri, his place needed a woman’s touch.

Happily, she grabbed the iron lamp she was sure he’d actually approve of, though he’d give her that look as if he didn’t. She bent over the trunk of her rental and squished it in back making sure there was plenty of room.

Next she put in a few of the glass vases, protected in boxes, she squished them into place, the rest was in bags, her favourite Modern Alchemy scented candles just so she could use them as a conversation starter as they were the sexiest smelling of candles and she loved making her brother uncomfortable. Throw pillows in a ‘Tiffany’ blue would play nicely in the living room, she picked up a few plain white ones too, just to make up for it all.

She returned her cart and with a smile she flipped the key ring around her fingers and got back into her car and headed back to her brother’s condo.

::

The parking garage was fairly well lit, but had no cameras, so he wasn’t worried. He adjusted the black hoodie, he wore black jeans, black shoes, and gloves, though they were hidden by the long sleeves of the jacket he’d chosen... for now. He had waited, watched as Deeks took Charlie Mitchell, watched as Delaney Bennett got into her rental... waited and watched on his laptop the lo jack on the map that he’d put under Delaney’s rental. The car had stopped not to far away, but he knew that area, a mall, she’d be a while. He’d have time. And now that Jackson was alone, he’d make his move.

He was eager and went to the stairwell, starting the journey upwards. His thoughts circled around inflicting pain of the emotional kind on Martin Deeks. The newspaper clipping had been perfect, and when he’d found out that Deeks’s mother had hung herself, there was almost poetry in it all. Now he wouldn’t just be drudging up the emotional past, he’d be creating new horrible memories that would burn Deeks’s mind and sear his soul.

He had the lock picks, but when he tested the door he found that it wasn’t locked. A sign, it must be a sign. Time to cause Martin Deeks more pain, more suffering.

He pushed open the door, Jax didn’t even look up, just kept lining up the ruler on a large sheet of graph paper. “Shortest shopping trip you’ve ever taken,” Jax said, picking up one of the pencils and drawing a perfectly straight line, with the line in place he finally turned. “Who the hell are you?” Jax was on his feet.

Jackson Bennett was taller, broader shoulders, but... unarmed.

The man smiled. “I need you to send a message.” He let the blade slip out and got a hold of the grip, it glinted in the light from the large windows. He lunged and Jax jumped back but was slashed regardless, the collared light blue shirt started staining with blood as Jax hissed out a breath.

“You son of a bitch,” Jax managed before dodging the next blow and tackling the man.

He had trained for years in all kinds of hand-to-hand combat, needing to ensure his body was a tool that would be capable of carrying out his revenge. He stabbed downwards, the knife stabbing into Jax’s upper thigh to the hilt. He relished the pained scream. He had the advantage and quickly flipped them over so he had the upper hand ripping the blade from Jax’s leg. He smiled as he stabbed a few more times in quick, furious succession to the man’s chest.

Jax was writhing in pain on the floor when he stood. He watched, mesmerised by the blossoms of blood on the man’s shirt. He looked to the knife, the blade coated in blood. “Tell Martin... that he deserves this.” he told Jax.

Jax’s green eyes narrowed dangerously, his arms curved protectively over the wounds, instinct rather than doing him any real good. The pain was forefront, and he was thankful because he hated the secondary feeling that the blood loss was causing, he could ignore it... the pain, he’d focus on the pain and stay alive. Jax bit his tongue trying not to say something to further enrage the man, after all, he intended for Jax to live if he wanted him to deliver a message, right?

The man wiped the blood off of the knife and onto his jeans. “Your sister is going to be here soon,” he told Jax with a smile. “I can’t wait to meet her in person. Her skin looks so soft.”

Self-preservation flew out the window at the mention of his sister. Jax turned quickly sweeping his legs and knocking his assailant off of his feet. The pain was nearly overwhelming but he moved quickly and the two men wrestled for the knife.

“She’s such a pretty thing, shouldn’t be in the life of a man like Martin,” the man said as they wrestled, trading vicious blows. “She’s going to like living with me. I have her room all set up.”

“Over my dead body!” Jax growled as he elbowed the man in the face and had a moment of satisfaction hearing the man’s nose break.

The satisfaction was short lived.

The man got possession of the knife and advantage of position, the knife stabbed in between Jax’s ribs and breathing suddenly got a whole lot more difficult. “Well,” the man said placing his foot on Jax’s shoulder as he twisted the blade till it grinded against a rib bone. “I guess that can be arranged,” he smiled and pulled the blade out.

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