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Nate and Delaney made it just fine to the address. “I’ll walk you to the door,” Nate said getting out of the car.

Delaney smiled a bit and pushed open her door, Nate grabbing hold of it and holding it open as she grabbed her clutch before stepping out. “Such a gentleman,” she said with a bright smile.

He smiled back at her, shutting the door. “Is this a company you know?” He watched the way her hair subtly changed colour in the sunlight as they walked across the sidewalk.

“Yeah, I’ve done a few shoots with them before. Hopefully Kimberly is in, she’s booked me a few times.” Delaney stopped at the door and turned to face Nate. “Thanks for not throwing a fuss about me doing this... I... I need to keep busy.”

Nate nodded, he understood the need to keep the mind and body busy during difficult times. “No problem... I’ll be right here when you get out.”

She smiled. “Okay,” she replied. “Can we go visit Jax after?”

“Yeah, sure.”

She kissed him on the cheek, leaving a faint pink kiss print behind. “I’ll likely be about an hour... sure you don’t-“

“I’m not going anywhere Delaney.”

She shook her head a little before grabbing the doorhandle. She looked to him one last time, gave a little wave and disappeared inside.

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“What do you got?” Callen asked as he entered the ops centre.

Both Eric and Nell turned to the Special Agent in Charge. “Nothing,” Eric said.

“Nothing?”

“Nothing,” Nell confirmed. “He’s never been written up, no complaints... Brent Harrison is squeaky clean.”

“Bullshit,” Callen said shaking his head. “I have at least five complaints in the past few years. Hell, Sam has two in the past six months for conduct. In this business, it doesn’t matter how well you do your job someone is going to bitch, even if it is unjustified. Are you seriously telling me he’s never been written up, or been reprehended?”

“Not once,” Eric replied.

Callen was quiet a moment and he put both hands on Nell’s chair as he looked at the ground as he thought it over. “Does he have any family in the police force, particularly members with rank?”

“You think someone might be keeping things off the record?” Eric asked turning to his keyboard and Nell leaned in to watch him work.

“I don’t believe that someone who has been an officer of the law as long as he has, has worked this long with out at one point going over a line, had a civilian come in and complain, anything, no one is that clean.”

“His uncle Boyd Harrison is the Deputy Chief of Police,” Eric said turning his chair around.

Callen smiled. “Guess I’ll be paying him a visit.”

::

Kensi dumped her gym bag by her desk as a reminder to herself to take it home and get it washed. No Sam, no Callen, no Deeks, she frowned as she looked around the empty bullpen. She blew her bangs out of her eyes and walked over to Hetty’s office. “Hetty, have you seen Deeks?” She didn’t want to jump the gun, start worrying if he was just taking his sweet time in the showers, or took something down to the incinerator or something equally as menial. She just hoped he hadn’t decided to clear his head, go out alone.

“Ten minutes ago,” Hetty replied pointing to the stairs. “He had a box with him.”

“Old case notes...” Kensi figured out loud her partner had said he wanted to take another look at them. “I didn’t know they were located here.”

“I had copies of all of our detective’s case work moved over here. One never knows when it would become necessary.”

“And now it has,” Kensi whispered shaking her head. “Thanks Hetty.”

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For the second time in the day Sam and Callen drove toward the precinct that Deeks had spent much of his career working for. A quick ‘woop-woop’ of a siren and flashing lights behind them had Sam checking his rearview. “Damn it. I was going the speed limit!”

Callen just grinned and stuck the tootsie pop back in his mouth. He turned in his seat to see through the back window as the officer stepped out. He grinned around the stick before he pulled the candy from his mouth. “It’s that cute cop, Vogel.”

“I’ll tell Nell you said that,” Sam replied his eyes on his left mirror.

“I’m engaged, not dead,” Callen said shaking his head.

Sam looked over at his partner. “You know, if you ever hurt Nell-“

“I won’t even fight back,” Callen said nodding his head toward the window just before Ava tapped on it.

Sam pressed the automatic window button for his side and the sheet of glass moved down. “Problem Officer Vogel?” Sam asked.

Ava smiled and shook her head. “Not a big one, your left brake light is out. You need to get it fixed.”

“Oh,” Sam said, relief running through him. If he came into the office with some sort of ticket not only would he get an ear full from Hetty, but he’d surely be razzed by Kensi, Deeks too if he felt up to it, and Callen, he’d bring it up as ammo for years. “I’ll get it looked at, thanks.”

She gave him a nod. “Drive safe, now.”

“Wait,” Sam called out.

Ava back petalled a step to his door. She took a glance around the street, ever weary of cars before she looked in. “Yes?”

“What do you know about Detective Harrison?” Sam figured the view point of another officer might give them more to work on.

Ava shrugged. “I haven’t worked with him much, moved up the ranks to detective before I ever walked through the precinct doors.” She raised an eyebrow. “What is this about?”

“An old case he worked,” Callen filled her in leaning forward a bit so he could see who he was talking to, to watch her face, her subconscious responses.

“Can’t help there, before my time.”

“Look,” Sam said hoping there was something she was hiding, or maybe just didn’t think was relevant. “Detective Deeks... you know him?”

“Yeah,” Ava beamed. “Sure, I know Deeks, everyone knows Deeks.”

“Most of the LAPD doesn’t share your enthusiasm,” Callen commented.

Ava laughed. “Yeah well, most of the LAPD has a stick up their collective ass. This one time Deeks asked me for assistance on a case, I was no more than two weeks into the job and he has me undercover as a hooker.” She shook her head, the smile never faltering. “Christ, that was one crazy night.”

“What was he?” Sam asked curiously.

Ava laughed heartily. “A very unconvincing woman.”

“Please tell me you have pictures,” Callen laughed.

Ava hit the roof of the car with an open palm. “Meet me at the precinct, I’ll show you.”

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Kensi found Deeks in a little nook on the upper floor. The layout wasn’t exactly fluid, after all, it was set up to be a water treatment plant, not a office. She stood there for a moment, he was sitting on the ground cross-legged, the box open and papers everywhere.

“Need a hand?” Kensi asked and her partner jumped a little, his blue eyes flicking over to her.

“Um...” he looked around at the mess he’d created. “No, well... yes, but it’s not really something you can help me with. I need to walk through this, see if there was something I missed the first time around.”

Kensi sat down across from him, careful not to mess up the papers. “Has anything jumped out at you?”

Deeks bit the inside of his cheek. “No, not yet.”

“But something is bothering you?”

“There is a lot bothering me, it has little to do with this box though.”

She wasn’t quite sure what to say and was saved from having to answer when his phone went off.

He dropped the papers he had been reading and shifted to pull his phone from his jeans. It was a text message from Ray. “Ray says that Jax is doing okay. Vitals are up from yesterday.”

Kensi let out a little sigh. “That’s good.” She couldn’t imagine what the loss of another friend would do to her partner, and she too liked the man and had worried over his well being since learning he’d been attacked. “I assume he’s still with Nassir?”

“He better be,” Deeks muttered angrily. He set his phone aside and returned his attention to the papers in front of him.

::

Sam and Callen followed Ava through the maze until they reached her desk, in the middle of a noisy room full with other desks, some phones were ringing but only a few officers were at their desk, some were so into their paperwork it was unlikely they even heard the noise.

“I’d offer you boys coffee,” Ava said dropping down in her chair. “But it’s awful. I guess you guys want to see those pictures,” she said as she started rummaging through her messy desk.

“Business before pleasure,” Callen said sitting down in one of the folding chairs across from Ava. “We really need to know more about Brent Harrison.”

Ava sighed. “I don’t know much about him. He’s a bit of a hard ass. Walks around like he owns the place.” She looked around and then leaned in. “Word is he’s stepped on a few toes, slit a few throats on his way up...” she shook her head. “Metaphorically, of course.”

“Of course,” Sam replied. “His uncle... is the deputy chief... is there some preferential treatment going on there?”

Ava shifted uncomfortably in her seat, she looked around but no one was paying them any attention. She scooted her chair in and leaned in to speak low. “From what I hear... yeah.”

“Hey Etch-A-Sketch!” Matt Burnhart called loudly as he entered the room, paying no mind to the glares he got from other officers actually trying to do their paperwork. He spotted the two agents. “Hey, Agents... Hanna and Callen, right?”

“Burnhart,” Callen nodded in greeting.

“What are you boys grillin’ Ava about?” Matt sat on the edge of her desk and picked up her candy jar, turning away as she reached out to take it away from him. He waved his hand over the top before selecting a caramel candy. He carefully set the glass jar back on her desk and smiled as she glared at him.

“Old case that Detective Harrison worked when he was a rookie.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “Old case, huh?” He unwrapped the caramel and popped it in his mouth. “How old?”

“Deeks was working it, his first case as lead detective,” Sam filled in.

Matt rubbed his chin, recently clean shaven. “What are you lookin’ into Harrison for?”

“He’s never been written up,” Callen went out on a limb in hopes that Matt would give them something to work with, he knew that the detective was good friends with Mike Renko and that alone brought some trust from Callen.

Matt huffed. “Yeah, no doubt. His uncle Boyd is the Deputy Chief. Right prick that one.”

“Matt!” Ava scolded looking around.

“What? He is!”

Ava shook her head and rolled her bright blue eyes.

“Anything you can tell us about him?” Sam asked.

“Over eager,” Matt said. “Does the job for the position rather than to do any good.”

“He’s a cop,” Ava whispered heatedly.

“Not all cops are good guys, Ava,” Matt shook his head at her naivete. “I was workin’ one night and this woman comes in, right pissed that one was. He’d grilled her about... somethin’ or other... what was it,” Matt scratched the back of his head trying to remember, sort out the years worth of memories. “Her husband or somethin’ was a drug dealer, apparently he was a little rough with her, hit her, pushed her or somethin’ like that. She wanted to file a complaint.”

“And nothing ever came of it?” Callen asked.

Matt shrugged. “Don’t know, I was headin’ out on an undercover stint that lasted over a year. Never heard another thing about it.”

“There is nothing on his record. Not a single dirty thing,” Callen informed Matt.

“Well then,” Matt stole another candy before Ava could stop him. “Someone hid the complaint... or talked the woman out of formally making one.”

“Or maybe he’s just clean,” Ava said shooting a look at Matt, who unwrapped a peppermint and tossed it in the air, catching it in his mouth.

Matt turned to her. “How many complaints do you have in your record.”

She flushed a little. “That is none of your business.”

“A few, right?” Matt said. “Come on, give me your number and I’ll give you mine.” She smirked and tilted her head and he laughed. “Okay, that kind of came out wrong. Look my point is, I have fellow officers filing complaints about me when I do certain things undercover, or someone purposely hits their head getting into the back seat of your cruiser just so they can complain and say you smashed their head into it. We all get written up at some point. It’s unavoidable. A man who’d been LAPD as long as Brent has, has to have some dirty laundry.”

“You willing to go to the Deputy Chief with that kind of allegation?” Callen asked.

Matt choked on the candy a little bit. “I’d like my job, thanks. Brent is cut from the same cloth as Boyd, frankly I don’t trust your shields to be able to protect me.” Matt shook his head. “So why are you guys looking into some old LAPD case anyways?”

Callen sighed, explained briefly that Deeks was being targeted.

“Shit,” Matt shook his head at the end of it all. “Look... there is something else... about Brent... Ava, you should go get some coffee.”

“But-“

“Plausible deniability, go get some coffee.” He waited, she gave him a curious look before she stalked off and he let out a breath. “Look. I worked with Brent a couple of times. Not the worlds best cop. Worst undercover I may have ever met. I know we had these guys, problem was that these guys had lawyers and judges in their pockets. We needed to have concrete evidence, build an entire case so perfectly that there wouldn’t be a damn thing they could do about it.” Matt let out a long breath. “And we did. But... some of what Brent put in his report... it... it didn’t line up with what I remembered. Little things.” He shook his head. “I wrote my report... but I changed the details to line up with his. The case had to be perfect. Two officers writing different things... it would be enough to spark doubt, we couldn’t have any holes.”

“You lied,” Callen said shaking his head.

“They were human traffickers, I found the bodies of over thirty girls between the ages of six and twelve and all of them were dead,” Matt’s voice was thin. “Yeah, I lied to make sure those bastards were locked up. Was it wrong? Yes, absolutely. I know I’m not a judge, I don’t get to make these kinds of decisions, but I was undercover a long time on that case, it was a lot of bodies, and... someone had to pay for the deaths of those little girls. I’d probably have quit after that case if they had walked, would have given up on the justice system completely. I think he lied about what he saw, where he saw it... it gave an undeniable picture of the scene... it was what we needed to put those men away. He got a promotion after that case.”

“What are you saying?” Sam asked.

“I’m said Brent is over eager. I can imagine his rookie days... I wouldn’t have put it past him to lie about something.”

Callen was quiet for a long minute. “What about evidence tampering? Figure he would?”

Matt ran his thumb over the white strands semi-covering the hole in his jeans. “I... I don’t know...” Matt looked at Sam and then Callen. “He’s all about moving up the ladder. Since he had lied later in his career... I guess it’s possible he lied earlier.”

Callen looked over at Sam. “What if Trent Stadden really was innocent?”

Sam shook his head. “And he was charged for the rape and murder of his own daughter... I’d say that’s enough to derail any man.”

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