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Retribution	By : ambrosiarush Category: M through R > NCIS: Los Angeles Views: 13279 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ray stirred the coffee in the styrofoam cup. The hospital room was sterile, boring, the coffee was the only think keeping him awake as he sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair. Nassir was standing by the door, he was occasionally texting someone and Ray wondered who. “Any news?” Ray asked before taking a sip of the coffee- or what the hospital was trying to pass as coffee.

Nassir rolled his shoulders trying to get some of the tension out. “Callen’s team is checking out a new lead... well... it’s less of a lead, more of a calculated hunch.”

“They know where Laney is?” Ray was on his feet in a second nearly spilling the coffee in his haste.

“No,” Nassir said taking a step in the way of the door to prevent Ray from leaving. “They don’t. Not for sure. They have a place though that they want to check out. A couple of other agents have been dispatched to a family member’s home.”

“But they... they might have found her.” Evan’s death was still on Ray’s mind, the man had been a bit of a daredevil, a little too reckless, a motorcycle accident didn’t come completely out of the blue. This on the other hand was something no one could have foreseen. Ray didn’t have much for family, Jenna, Aaron, Marty, Jax, Delaney, they were family- by blood or not they were his.

Nassir didn’t want to give he man false hope. “I’ll be one of the first to know.”

Ray let out a sigh and looked over at Jax’s sleeping form. The man looked incredibly ill, which was just the truth of it. He sat back down heavily and tried to keep his nerves in check, with nothing to do but wait.

::

Mike Renko was pacing the interrogation room that held his best friend, Matt Bernhart, as he tried to think of the possible scenarios to get him out. A double knock on the door stilled his thoughts and he went and opened it. Cooper stood before him, the tall man gave a nod of his head and Renko followed his teammate out into the hallway and shut the door behind him.

“Hetty wants us as a secondary team, pick up some guy- Gary Stadden- while Callen and his team hit a house, she gave me only the vaguest of details, said you knew more about what was going on,” Cooper crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the back wall.

Renko frowned but nodded. “Alright, Faraday in yet?”

Cooper nodded. “He’s waiting in the garage,” he responded with a bit of a smile.

Renko couldn’t help the little smirk that came upon his face. “Sierra’s in then, I take it?”

“Course,” Cooper responded.

Renko nodded. “Alright, I’ll be in the garage in five.”

Cooper gave a nod and went to join his partner in the garage while Renko returned to the interrogation room. “I’m getting pulled away on case.”

Matt nodded a little despondently.

“Hey, I’ll be back, we’ll figure this shit out.”

Matt’s blue eyes turned to him, assessed the promise and he nodded. “Watch your back out there, you don’t have your partner to do it.” He knew Angela, Renko’s partner, was on a mandatory medical leave.

“I trust the guys,” Renko replied checking his back for his weapon. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Prick,” Matt muttered but grinned just a little.

::

Deeks wanted to go in, get Delaney and that little girl out of the house but instead he stood there with Kensi, Nate and Callen- Sam still guarding Harrison and getting an earful from the irate man. Nate had insisted on filling in for Sam, the injuries were mostly superficial and Callen had decided that he would take all the help he could get in this case. A child and an woman being held hostage by a deranged man- Callen wasn’t taking chances.

Deeks trusted Callen to do this smart, to lead with intelligence. Deeks couldn’t trust himself to make the smart call in this case, it was Delaney- his honorary little sister, he’d grown up with the woman, he couldn’t afford to mess it up with his emotions, he needed someone to make the smart choice.

Callen was looking through night vision binoculars. “No lights on in the house, was Nell able to pull up the blueprints?”

“Yeah,” Kensi replied. “Unfortunately the blueprints don’t match the exterior- I think there might have been some illegal additions, might even be interior room divisions that have been changed.”

“Shit,” Callen dropped his arm his eyes readjusting to the darkness. He was quiet for a second as he stared over in the direction of the house. “Heating?”

“Electric,” Kensi responded, she knew where Callen had been going with the line of thought. No gas leak rouse for them.

Kensi turned her attention to Deeks who had his gun in hand and was just waiting, a grim set to his lips, a hardness in his eyes, it was oddly similar to Nate’s stance and she worried for their Operational Psychologist.

She turned then to Callen, he always bore the weight of being a leader with a kind of ease, but she knowing him for as long as she had she could see the tell-tale signs of stress, the hard line of his shoulders, the press of his lips, the calculations in his cold blue eyes- this was not something he was taking lightly.

Callen pulled his phone from the pocket of his dark-wash jeans and hit the first number in his speed dial before bringing it up to his ear.

“G,” she answered.

“Nell, I need a satellite image, one that can give me heat signatures.”

There was a huff of breath. “You do realize what you’re asking, I mean that isn’t exactly easy to get access too, it could take a bit.”

“That’s why I asked you. I need it. You get it.” Sometimes it was hard when he had to be the boss instead of her fiancee, there wasn’t room for him to be soft, gentle, kind. This was the job, and her job was to ensure he had what he needed to complete his- right now he needed to know where everyone was in that house if he had any hopes of getting everyone out alive.

“I’ll call you when I have it.” Her voice was a little hardened, maybe a little angry but he didn’t have time to soothe her feathers, he simply hung up the phone and shoved it back in his pockets.

::

Delaney laid awake in bed. Trent Stadden pressed against her back, his arm around her waist. She’d waited, and waited for Deeks to come, to get her the heck out of this mess, but he had yet to come and she was quickly losing hope.

She had to do something.

Mustering her courage she slowly placed her hand over his and moved it, holding her breath as she very slowly moved, slipping from bed and setting his hand down. It reached out lightning fast and gripped her wrist causing her to gasp.

“Where are you going?” his voice was edged with anger and slurred with sleep.

“Ladies room,” she responded in a whisper. She swallowed hard and reached out to caress the side of his face. “I didn’t mean to wake you. You need your rest,” she all but cooed. “Go back to sleep.”

His hand loosened it’s grip and then slipped away completely. She finally let out that breath she’d been holding. She walked barefoot from the room, she wore blue, grey and pink pyjama pants that were a little too short for her long legs and a grey tank top that showed an inch of her midriff. The clothing had been new, set out on the bed with tags still attached- obviously he hadn’t taken into consideration the fact that she stood six feet tall.

She walked toward the bathroom turned on the light but didn’t go in, instead she just shut the door. She crept as silently as she could toward where she knew Kaylee was sleeping and pushed open the door. Delaney trailed her hand along the wall as she walked and reached out blindly for the bed until she found Kaylee’s sleeping form. The little girl gasped. “It’s me,” Delaney whispered quickly. “We have to go. Come on.”

Delaney lifted Kaylee up the girl’s arms clung around her neck. She made her way quickly to the back she fumbled with the dead bolts and then froze when she realized one was a double sided lock. She’d need a key.

“Come on, lets go,” Kaylee whispered on the verge of panic.

The door of the bedroom opened and Delaney covered the little girl’s mouth as she backed into the shadows and held her own breath praying not to be seen.

“When you get outside,” Delaney whispered with tears burning in her eyes. “I need you to be brave, okay, I need you to run as far as you can as fast as you can. Go to whatever house is closest. Tell them you need them to call the police, okay? Can you do that, Kaylee?” She hated to put such a burden on such a young child, to send the child out into the night on her own, because Delaney wasn’t sure if she was going to get out. She couldn’t put the girl back into bed, not now, Trent was at the bathroom door knocking, she’d made an error- now she just wanted to make sure that the little girl didn’t pay for her mistake.

“Come with me,” Kaylee cried quietly, muffled under Delaney’s hand.

“I’ll try, I’ll try to be right behind you, but you just run, okay?”

The little girl nodded and Delaney moved to a window and set the girl down so she could grab the lamp. “Look away,” she whispered to the girl right before she bust out the living room window and dragged the base of the lamp along the bottom getting rid of as many of the spikes as possible. She grabbed the girl and got her legs out first and she could hear Trent’s heavy footsteps getting closer, his angry yell but she got Kaylee on her feet. “RUN!”

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Callen’s phone vibrated and he quickly pulled it out. “Got the satellite feed. Sending it to your phones now. Good luck.” Nell hung up before he could say a single thing to her.

Nate and Deeks were to either side, the taller men looking over his shoulders while Kensi stood in front of him as they all studied the image. “There are only two heat signatures,” Deeks said worriedly.

“No, no, look,” Kensi pointed. “That’s two.”

The large blob then spit off and actually became two. “What is going on?” Deeks muttered.

“Someone’s moving,” Nate muttered.

“But who?” Callen ground out.

The signature went to one side of the house. “Maybe Trent is checking the place out, making sure nothing is amiss,” Nate said rubbing his chin.

“With the lights off?” Kensi asked, she then shook her head. “Doubt it.”

“Wouldn’t be the little girl either,” Callen said. “That leaves that signature to be Delaney’s.” They waited, watched as Delaney’s signature went to the room with the lesser signature. Smaller, had to be Kaylee’s. The two became one.

“She’s making a break for it,” Deeks said with a great deal of panic. He knew Delaney, she wasn’t patient and she sure as hell wasn’t trained to be put in a situation like this, she didn’t know what to do, how to handle it.

“Kensi, call Renko. We’re going in now,” Callen ordered, they needed to have the two hits synchronised, they couldn’t risk one of the men warning the other. “Deeks, you’re with Kensi, she takes lead- Nate, you’re with me. Kens, Deeks take the North side, we’ll take the south.”

“Renko, it’s a go,” Kensi said when the other man answered his phone. She quickly hung up, shoved her phone in her back pocket and took out her gun quickly checking the clip and taking off the safety.

There was a smash of glass and everyone sprung into action.

::

Delaney felt the man grab her arm and she backed over some of the broken glass- she hardly even felt it. She was in survival mode. She bent and grabbed the lamp one handed and gave it as swing. It clipped Trent in the side of the head and he stumbled back. Delaney cut her hands on the windowsill as she practically dived out head first. She landed hard in the grass, and rolled to her side.

She could barely make out the sound of Trent screaming over the white noise in her head, the fear, the adrenaline, the panic, her heart hammering away near painfully in her chest. The back of her throat burned with unshed tears as she forced herself to her feet only to realize Trent had come out the window as well and had a hold of her ankle. He ripped her off her feet and she fell back to the grass, air vacating her lungs. She rolled and kicked with her free foot. She might not be a fighter, or violent by nature, but she’d grown up in a rough side of Los Angeles with a bunch of ‘big brother’ figures, she could be scrappy when need be.

Upon getting her foot free she scrambled to her feet. She’d been a track star in high school, broke a few records in her college days and still went for a run almost daily. Her feet burned from the broken glass but in the distance she could see flashlights, she paused as they kept getting closer, all but one that was shining down on Kaylee. From the light Delaney could realize that it was Kensi who was standing with the little girl.

Help had come after all. She let out a breath of relief. A flashlight lowered as it approached her. “Martin,” she cried and threw herself into his arms. “You came, you came.”

“Shhh,” he soothed aiming his gun over her shoulder while his free arm wrapped around her protectively. “I’ve got you.”

Callen and Nate approached, their guns at the ready. “Trent Stadden,” Callen called out. “Get on your knees. Do it now.” Instead of listening Trent made a break for it and both Callen and Nate took up perusing him.

Trent ran into the detached garage and Callen put his arm out stopping Nate from running in. “Might have weapons inside. We do this smart, Nate.” The tall man gave a sharp nod of his head. Callen wanted to call Kensi over, for Deeks, this was personal... and sometimes that’s when you really need to finish it yourself. “Deeks,” Callen called over the ear piece. “We need you by the garage. Kens, watch over Delaney and Kaylee.”

“Copy,” came Kensi’s voice over the line.

“Copy that,” Deeks replied. “Be there shortly.”

It didn’t take Deeks long to join them, Callen noticed that visibly there was less tension in the detective. “This is the only way in,” Callen pointed to the side door and the larger garage door. “Only way out. I’ll take point. Deeks, you’re with me. Nate, stay here incase he gets by us.”

Callen and Deeks went to opposite sides of the door, Deeks put his hand on the handle and looked to the Special Agent in Charge. Callen gave a nod and Deeks pushed open the door, Callen went in first his gun drawn. There was a low light coming from the back, a small work station, Callen’s gun trained on the man. “Trent Stadden!” Callen caught the glint of a gun in the man’s hand. “Put the gun down!”

Trent’s eyes went to Callen, and then to Deeks who was a little further back and off to the right. “You took everything from me,” Trent said. “I could never, would never... oh Madeleine.”

“Put the gun down,” Deeks said gripping his tighter. “The investigation has been re-opened. We know you’re innocent.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Trent said quietly. “My wife is gone, off with some other man. My daughter... oh Madeleine,” his voice cracked, broke into a sob. “I wouldn’t have hurt them, I just wanted family back.”

Deeks thought of Kaylee- who’s father was worried sick about her, of Delaney who’d been shaking with fear in his arms when she’d escaped from the house, of Nate who had been lucky in the car accident for it could have been so much worse... he thought of the woman who’d lost her life just so Trent Stadden could rip into his soul.

“Put the gun down!” Callen shouted again taking a step forward his gun still aimed at the ready.

Slow-motion is bullshit. It was quick, decisive and over before either Callen or Deeks could react. Blood was sprayed along the wall and Trent Stadden’s body was in a heap on the ground. Neither agent or detective had fired a shot. Nate was in the doorway in a second taking in the scene and looking at the two ensuring both were alright.

“Status!” Kensi’s voice was pitched with the beginning edges of panic that she was obviously trying to keep at bay.

“Stadden’s down,” Callen responded. “Kensi... call the coroner’s office.”

::

Within a half hour the place was alive with movement and light. Ambulance, a few police cruisers, a couple of NCIS: OSP crime scene techs were documenting the scene.

Nate, Callen and Deeks had answered the bare minimum of the answers. Callen left the nosey LAPD officers in order to call Hetty and give her a mission update.

Kensi stopped Deeks with a simple hand on his chest. “You okay?”

He paused, watched her. Her dark eyes were wide and her breathing slightly off. “Yeah.” Though the image of Trent Stadden taking his own life would haunt him, likely for the rest of his life. He reached out and ran his hand along her hair and gave her ponytail a playful little tug. “How is she?”

Kensi turned and pointed to her vehicle. “Kaylee’s attached. Delaney cut her feet on some glass. I checked it real quick, it isn’t bad but it’ll hurt for a while.”

Deeks nodded and pulled Kensi into his body. “Thank you.”

She gripped the back of his shirt. “I love you, Marty.”

He held her tighter. “I love you, too.”

::

Delaney was sitting in the back of Kensi’s car, the door open, she was facing out, her legs dangling out of the car, blood dripping from her feet, Kaylee in her arms and she was rocking the girl, murmuring comforts in the girls ear.

Nate walked up to the two and Kaylee looked up at him, holding onto Delaney tighter. “You should let the paramedics look at you.”

Delaney nodded. “I will,” she said as she rubbed small circles on Kaylee’s back. “It’s okay,” she soothed in a quiet voice. “He’s a friend of mine. He came for us.” She could feel the tension ebb away.

“Where is my daddy?” Kaylee wanted to know and Delaney looked to Nate hoping he had the answer.

“He’s coming...soon...” Nate took a step back when he heard another car approach. He smiled when a female agent from the office stepped out of the driver side, Dr Mark Boone stepping out of the passengers side. “He’s here.”

The little girl’s eyes got big as her father approached. “Daddy!”

“Kaylee! Oh, God, Kaylee!” the man was crying openly as he took Kaylee from Delaney’s arms and held his daughter close. “Oh my little girl, my baby.”

Kaylee too was crying, but she turned to look at Delaney. “Thank you.”

Mark looked at the two, not knowing they were those he’d hurt in the car. “Thank you. Thank you.”

Nate would like to get angry, to tell the man what he had risked. He was looking at Delaney, she could have been more grievously injured, she could have been killed in the impact. She didn’t see it that way though, couldn’t for she smiled widely, tears of happiness in her eyes. “You’re welcome,” she responded. “You have quite the daughter there, very brave.”

Deeks and Kensi joined them and Deeks stiffened. “Careful driving, Boone,” he gave the warning sharply.

Delaney tilted her head and then seemed to get it. The newest piece of the puzzle clicking into place with the snide comment. Then again, it didn’t slip by Marc either, as he looked at both Nate and Delaney. “Oh God, you two were in the car I hit. I’m sorry I-‘

“It’s fine,” Delaney said softly. “We’re both fine. I understand.” Kaylee yawned widely and rested her head against her father’s shoulder. “You should get her home.”

Marc gave a slight nod, glad for the reason to leave the situation. “Thank you, all of you,” he said and then held his daughter closer as he returned to the car.

“Come on,” Nate extended his hand to Delaney. “I’ll carry you over to the medics.”

Delaney just grinned and extended her arms as Nate picked her up, she wrapped them around his neck and breathed him in. She peered over her shoulder at Deeks and gave him a little smile, he reached out and ruffled her hair just as Nate started walking.

“He’ll take care of her,” Kensi said with a grin. It would be nice, she decided, to see Nate with someone, happy again.

Deeks watched the two, Delaney seeming comfortable, safe in Nate’s arms. “Yeah,” he agreed. He’d like to see Delaney happy with someone again, especially after losing Evan.

::

Delaney sat at the end of the ambulance, glass shards gone, wounds cleaned and wrapped up. Nate stood there with her as a large van approached. The coroner had finally arrived and his back went up when he saw who it was who stepped out, his ex-girlfriend, Rose Swartz.

She seemed a bit more scatterbrained than usual as he discreetly watched her go back to the vehicle three times for things she’d forgotten. She then, seemingly with everything she needed, started walking toward the scene but faltered in her step when her eyes locked onto Nate’s. She walked over and set down her equipment her eyes scanning him over. “Nathaniel, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied. “The body is in the garage.”

Rose blinked a few times, seemingly surprised, she gave a little nod. “Good to see you’re okay, Nate.” She grabbed her equipment and started heading back toward the scene.

“Who’s that?” Delaney asked curiously.

“Rose, she’s a coroner.”

Delaney nodded and rubbed her eyes as Deeks, Kensi and Callen walked over. “Marty, how’s Jax?”

Deeks let out a long sigh. “He’s stable, but...Laney... we’ve got to talk.”

::

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