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Eric had located the GPS in Nate’s phone and the agents had all run from the building.

Nell had contacted emergency services, and the accident had already been reported numerous times. “First responders are two minutes away.” She was worried. Nate was one of her closest friends. If something happened... Nell gave her head a quick shake, she couldn’t think like that. Both Nate and Delaney would be just fine.

“Accessing traffic cams...now,” Eric pulled up the two angles tossing them up on the big screen side by side. First responding vehicles were pulling up while traffic was locked up. There were pedestrians on the side, watching from a safe distance. It looked pretty bad. He pulled up the license plates of the two vehicles. One was a rental vehicle, loaned out under the name Delaney Bennett... the car that had been hit. The second car he pulled up the ownership and drivers license for was for a Dr Mark Boone, psychologist at California State Prison.

Nell watched as the first responders worked. They checked the driver of Mark Boone’s vehicle, then the rental. “What the...”

“What is it?”

Nell walked up to the screen and enlargened the first angle. It was a little grainy, and unclear, but one thing was certain. “There is only one occupant in the rental.”

Eric started rewinding footage and Nell took a few steps back. He went too far and pressed play, watched as Boone’s vehicle sped up as it went into the intersection, winced as the cars collided. “Was that on purpose?”

“Sped up,” Nell whispered. “Look, look,” she pointed as another vehicle pulled up beside Boone’s, didn’ t pay any attention to it as the man walked around the rental and opened the door. “Is that...”

“Trent Stadden,” Eric finished. “Looks like him but the quality on these cameras isn’t the greatest, won’t be able to do a facial rec, at least, not an accurate one.” Delaney was in his arms, looking back at the car, pointing. “She doesn’t seem to be under duress.”

“She doesn’t know who he is,” Nell responded. “She probably thinks he’s helping her.” Delaney turned her head as they watched the camera angle picking up the other side of her face. “Head injury. She should be going to a hospital.”

“Hopefully it’s just superficial,” Eric whispered. He looked to his computer in time to see the current footage, Kensi’s shiny silver SRX and Sam’s glossy black Challenger pull onto scene.

::

“What?” Callen slammed the door shut and flashed his badge to the first responding police officer who’s partner was now directing traffic around the accident scene. An ambulance and fire truck was also on scene. Nell repeated what she had said, but it wasn’t that he hadn’t heard her, it was that he simply didn’t believe it. His worried eyes went to the detective. He cursed under his breath as he looked at the scene, a pit of dread in his stomach.

Sam listened to the conversation his partner was having as he watched the firemen work on the vehicles, one of the paramedics barking orders around the sporty vehicle. “I’ll call you back with Nate’s stats as soon as I have them...” he heard Callen say. “I will... love you too.” He turned to his partner. “What was that all about?”

Callen sighed and nodded his head as they walked over to where Kensi and Deeks were getting out of their vehicles. “Sam, Kensi, you two get in there,” he nodded toward the accident sight. “Let me know how Nate’s doing ASAP. If you can talk to the other driver, do it.”

Kensi and Sam looked to one another, shot worried glances at their respective partners before following Callen’s orders.

“I need to get to Laney,” Deeks said trying to brush past but Callen put a hand on the detective’s chest and didn’t let him go any further. “What the hell, Callen?”

“Nell and Eric watched the footage of the accident, and the moments after.”

“Callen, I ne-“

“Delaney has been taken.”

“What!”

“Footage isn’t good enough for a positive facial recognition, but they both believe it’s Trent Stadden who took her.”

Deeks cursed, turned on his heel, ran his hands through his hair. His heart felt like it was beating too fast with the panic. He felt as if he wasn’t getting enough air. He cursed again. Kicked the side of Kensi’s car... it set off the alarm.

Kensi stared over at her partner, she knew what he’d been told, what Callen must have been informed of. She noticed the distinct lack of the redhead in the car. Blood on the window. She pressed the alarm button on her vehicle and stopped the alarm. She watched from a distance as Deeks paced quickly every so often running his hands through his hair a habit he had when he was worried over something, apparently it got worse the more panicked he got.

She turned her attention to the men and women on scene. The cars had been removed from one another but they couldn’t get the drivers side door open. A paramedic had a neck brace on the still unconscious Nate and deemed him safe to move. Or at least as safe as he could be. Her brown eyes flicked to where Sam was, the driver of the other vehicle was also unconscious. He turned to her and walked over. “I’m going to ride in the ambulance with this guy, second he wakes up he’s getting interrogated.”

Kensi nodded. “Good.”

Sam held out his keys. “Tell G if he scratches it I’ll kill him.”

She nodded meekly, her eyes flicking to where the paramedics were laying Nate down. For such a tall man he seemed awfully small and vulnerable like that. Sam’s hand was a comforting weight on her shoulder.

“Let me know how he is.”

“I will,” she responded with a sharp focussing nod. Her team needed her. She looked over to where Callen had gotten Deeks to sit on the curb, his head between his legs trying to ward off a panic attack. Her partner needed her to keep her head, and she would.

::

Sam had gotten everything Eric and Nell had on Mark Boone, the drivers license photo matched the man in front of him. He was a psychologist at the California State Prison, had a ex-wife who’d taken off, remarried and relocated to the Carribean, a daughter, age eight named Kaylee. He hadn’t shown up for work the past few days. His daughter hadn’t shown up for school. Sam had a bad feeling.

“How is he doing?” Sam asked the paramedic.

The female paramedic looked up at him. “Good. Mostly it’s superficial. No broken bones. Air bag broke his nose though. He should come to soon.”

Sam nodded. When Mark Boone woke, he better have some answers.

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“We’re going to find her,” Callen promised Deeks. “Now get yourself together. Delaney needs you.” He knew he probably shouldn’t put that kind of weight on the detective, but he couldn’t stand seeing the man on the verge of passing out from a panic attack. Deeks acted like a big kid most of the time, joked, teased, seeing him like this made Callen uncomfortable. “We need to end this, you need to get your head in this, Marty.”

Deeks nodded. Forced himself to slow his breathing. He couldn’t let this guy beat him, he couldn’t let him take his friends, his family from him. He nodded again and raised his head enough to look at Callen. “We’ll find her.”

“Won’t stop until we do,” Callen promised extending a hand which Deeks took and Callen hauled the man to his feet as Kensi came over.

“Nate’s stable, air bags in the rental didn’t deploy, he’s going to have some wicked bruising, but the paramedics think he’ll be okay. Hit his head against the wheel, he’s still out. I... I think I should ride with him.”

Callen was quiet for a moment weighting the possibilities. “Alright. Go. Give Deeks your keys.” Callen let out a sigh. “Deeks, what do you say we go and intimidate the hell out of Brent Harrison?”

“My pleasure,” Deeks responded, anger boiling in his blood. He looked to Kensi, could see how distraught she was, how torn between ensuring the safety of a friend, and wanting to watch his back. He put a hand on her shoulder. “Watch your back.”

She nodded sharply putting her keys in his hand, her hand staying clasped over his for longer than necessary. “You too.”

::

Mark Boone’s eyes opened and Sam leaned forward. “Sam Hanna, NCIS.” The bed was in the triage centre, separated from other patients by curtains. “Mr Boone, you sped up to hit a car being driven by a NCIS agent.” Technically speaking, Nate now was not only their psychologist, profiler but also an agent, having gone through the proper training now. “That sounds to me like the attempted murder of a federal agent.”

“Please, please,” Boone begged under his oxygen mask. Fed up he pulled it away from his face and Sam looked around for a doctor, looking back at the man when he grabbed Sam’s arm. “I had to, I’m sorry, I had to. It’s a former patient of mine. I work for-“

“The state prison, I know.”

Boone nodded. “Trent Stadden. He has my daughter. He... he was driving a vehicle behind mine. He... he had... a GPS on the other vehicle. Had me on my cell phone. Told me... told me to hit the car... the red one. I had to... he... he has my daughter. Where is my phone? He said he’d call my phone when it’s done. Please. Please get my baby. Her name is Kaylee... oh God, she’s only eight. Please, please.”

Sam pat the man on the shoulder. He was a father himself. He couldn’t imagine the things he would do to get his own little girl back. “We’ll find her, Mr Boone, and we’ll get her back.”

::

Deeks slammed the door of Kensi’s SRX and Callen had to jog to catch up to Deeks’s long, angry strides. “Deeks? Deeks!” Callen grabbed the man’s arm and forced him to stop outside of the precinct.

“What? We don’t have time!”

“You, going in like this? It’s not going to help. Put it away.” There was no denying the order in Callen’s voice, there was heat and Deeks knew that Callen was angry, but he put his emotions into a box and padlocked it.

“Delaney is like my baby sister, G.” Deeks didn’t even consider the fact that he started calling Callen, ‘G,’ didn’t even realize he was doing it. “If something happens to her...”

“Stop,” Callen commanded. He opened his mouth to speak but his phone started going off and he pulled it from his pocket, his hand still on Deeks’s arm refusing to let him go until he knew he had the detective under control. “Callen,” he answered and listened to Sam.

Deeks watched as the anger went from a simmer to a boil in Callen, could tell by the angry fire in Callen’s eyes, the way the man tightened his grip around his arm. The fire became icy cool. “Got it.”

Callen ended the call and stuck the phone back into his pocket. “Delaney is going to be fine.”

“She’s with some-“

“Martin! Listen to me,” Callen snapped. He told him about what Sam had been told by Mark Boone. “A woman, an eight year old girl. He’s trying to recreate a family. Delaney will be fine.” Callen didn’t end it with ‘so long as she doesn’t do anything stupid, as long as she plays it safe until we get to her’ but Deeks knew that was what it hinged on. “Can you do this, Marty? Can you keep your anger in check when we go in here and talk to Harrison?”

Deeks had his doubts. He nodded anyways.

Callen rolled his eyes in obvious disbelief but let go of Deeks anyways. “Come on then.”

::

She couldn’t remember the drive over. She did remember a very sweet smell, and then nothing. She blinked, looked around the room. The couch she was laying on was a deep green suede, the entertainment centre looked to be from the eighties, the television was small, the coffee table had rings and there was a little girl sitting on the floor holding a doll close to her chest.

Delaney raised her hand to her head and encountered a bandage. “My God,” she whispered slowly rolling to sit up. Her head felt fine, stung a little, a cut, she assumed. “What the heck happened,” she muttered to herself trying to think back to the last thing that happened. Got the call for the go-see, got the job, hugged Nate, got in the car, phone call from Deeks... boatshed... no that isn’t right. She looked around this wasn’t a boatshed at all. The memory of waking after the crash, the first responder. “This isn’t right,” she whispered to herself. A hospital, that’s where she knew she should be, not some little home.

The little girl had dark brown hair, it was in pig tails, green eyes watchful, fearful. Delaney knelt down on the ground by the girl. “Hi,” she said quietly, looking around. “Who are you?”

“Kaylee,” the little girl responded. “I’m Kaylee Boone.”

“I’m Delaney... do you... do you know where we are?”

Kaylee’s bottom lip quivered and she shook her head. “I want my daddy!”

“Well sweetheart.” Delaney’s head turned quickly as she nearly jumped with surprise, she hadn’t heard the man approach. “I’m right here.” The first responder! She recognized him right off the bat.

Delaney considered herself a smart woman, she quickly put two and two together. “It’s you...you bastard!” she stood defiant. “You’re the one targeting Martin! You’re the one who stabbed my brother!”

“My love,” he said stepping forward, ice in his eyes. “Watch your tongue. We have a little one watching us.”

Delaney looked down at Kaylee who had tears in her eyes, she turned back to the man before her. “She has a family! You’re a monster!”

He backhanded her so hard she fell to the ground. She heard Kaylee’s cries as she got to her knees before his hands were on her shoulders holding her still. “Delaney, my love, if you didn’t misbehave, I wouldn’t have to hit you.” Delaney stared, her eyes wide, her mouth open, disbelief. “Come now, how about you lay down in your room alone for a while. Perhaps it will give you perspective.”

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