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AN: Hey.(: This is my first fic for NCIS: LA. I've found it's a bit harder to write FanFiction for newer shows, like this, with only 3 seasons. And honestly I consider it to have two seasons because that's when Deeks came in and that's when I got interested.(: Anyway, just so you know, the title is totally suckish, I know. It's pretty random. Hopefully I can find a way to fit an explanation for it in the story lol. Anyway, read & review!

"She's still not answering," Deeks informed Callen and Sam.

He had called her time after time, and she was twenty minutes late to work. She'd already missed the briefing of the case. She was never late, and the few times she had been more than five minutes late, something was always wrong. And now she wasn't answering her phone. Deeks couldn't stay calm, he was getting kind of worried.

"Should I go check on her?" Deeks suggested.

Callen and Sam were quiet for a second.

"Yeah. Only because she isn't answering her phone. That's not something Kensi does often, believe me." Sam said.

"I know, one time she answered her phone in the middle of-" Callen started.

"I'm going to go," Deeks said, not caring to hear the rest of Callen's story, which he already knew the ending to. He needed to get to Kensi's as quickly as possible.

The car ride to Kensi's house seemed longer than usual. Deeks was racked with concern, rightfully so, because when he got to her house, she wasn't there. Normally, he would have just considered the idea that she was on the road on the way to work, or she was off taking care of something or sleeping at a boyfriend's house. But Deeks knew she had been taken the second he entered her bedroom, because there were signs of struggle everywhere. His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw a crushed lamp shade on the floor, knocked off of her night stand, and blood drops on her carpet. Kensi's blinds were disproportionately arranged in a way that hinted someone being thrown up against them. Deeks went into her kitchen and saw a pan out on the counter, with blood on the handle.

He tried to catch his breath but found himself worrying in a way that probably was bad for his health. What if she was dead? He couldn't even bring himself to think of it, of how he would feel if he didn't come to work and see her every morning. He couldn't think much past that, but he knew that she could be dead. There was blood drops all over the house, and the fact that she was gone made him think that the blood was probably hers, not her kidnapper's…or killer's…or rapist's…

Suddenly Deeks found himself thinking of all the bad things that could have happened to her. His head spinning, he sat down on her couch. It smelled like her. He could almost feel her sitting next to him. He stood up, the smell of her mixed with the sight in front of him making him sick to his stomach. He pulled out his phone and called Sam.

"Kensi isn't here. There's signs of struggle. She's been taken."

Sam was quiet for a minute, sighing grimly into the phone. "Okay," he murmured, hanging up to tell Callen.

Deeks' heart racing, he ducked out of the house and looked around outside, hoping to see something, anything, that could help him with Kensi's disappearance. But everything appeared to be completely normal. She had probably disappeared in the middle of the night, and nobody heard a thing.

Back at the pullpen, Deeks was driving everyone crazy with his anxious, constant questions. "Eric, have you gotten the footage of Kensi's neighborhood yet?"

"Working on it," he said.

Deeks paced a little longer, worrying himself more and more with every second that passed and he still had no information on Kensi's abduction. What if she was dead? There was no evidence that said she was alive…But Deeks had hope that she was alive. He thought she had to be, because it wouldn't make sense to just kill her. If someone hated her enough to kill her, they weren't going to give her a simple shot. They would be torturing her and inflicting as much pain as possible before they killed her. Although that thought made Deeks want to scream, it still sounded better than her being dead.

"I got the footage," he said, clicking a couple buttons and bringing it up on the big screen. He fast forwarded through it until he saw a blue car drive up. Then he played the tape.

The team watched as a man dressed in mostly black went in Kensi's house and closed the door behind him. A few awkwardly suspenseful moments later, Kensi's door opened and Kensi was drug out of the house by the man, definitely either unconscious or dead.

"She's not dead, right?" Deeks said, getting closer to the screen. Eric stopped it and zoomed in, and then played it again. Deeks inspected every part of her that he could see from the somewhat blurry tape.

"There aren't any gun shots, and her chest is rising and falling. She's definitely breathing. He probably knocked her out with that pan that I saw," Deeks said.

"Or used a cloth with ether. It would put her out in an instant," Callen suggested, running a hand through his hair worriedly.

"Can you zoom in on the license plate of the car?" Sam asked Eric.

Eric nodded and pushed a few buttons, pulling it up and then enhancing the image. The plate's letters and numbers became clearer.

"I'll run it through the system," Eric said, his fingers flying across his keyboard seemingly faster than usual. Deeks guessed that it was because his concern for Kensi was racking him with anxiety and making him jittery and nervous, naturally making him type faster. It was a very detailed analysis of why he was typing so fast. Deeks knew this only because he knew that if he was doing Eric's job, he'd be typing so fast the computer couldn't register the letters.

"The car belongs to a Mr. Percival-"

"Percy Vanderbilt," Deeks cut in, obviously recognizing the man from the picture.

"Who is he?" Sam questioned.

Deeks shook his head, running his hands through his hair. He couldn't believe this. "He, uh…I used to know him. When I was a teenager, I was friends with him. His parents were some really troubled people. The dad was an alcoholic, mom was a drug addict. One day, I heard a loud crash in the house. I was worried, so I called the police. They came, and, uh…Percy was taken away by Child Protective Services. As if I hadn't done enough damage, I had to testify in open court and tell what I knew about his parents, everything I had ever witnessed when I'd been at his house. I'm the reason they were put behind bars, and he was put into really bad foster care. I ran into him about a year ago, and we had a falling out. He said, quote, he hated me more than he would ever be able to hate anybody else. He said that the foster homes were way worse than his home. He told me he was molested and beat. I felt really bad, but that wasn't enough. He beat the shit out of me, and then he left. I haven't seen him since." Deeks signed and shook his head. "He's after me. He took Kensi to get to me. He knows I'll be looking," he said in a bitter, dull, resigned voice. He was beginning to figure it all out.

Callen and Sam exchanged a glance. "It's not your fault, Deeks. It's a good thing he's after you. It means that it won't be as hard to find Kensi as it could be. We will be able to get her back easily, if he's not too smart," Sam said, his mouth arranged in a flat line across his face.

"I just got an anonymous email tip with a video attachment," Nell said, looking to the team.

"Pull it up," Callen said.

A video popped up on the large screen, and the whole team watched as Kensi appeared. She was in a dull grey room, seated on a silver metal chair. Her arms were tied by, rather than the typical frayed rope, a few wires bundled as one. Deeks spotted blood running down her left hand, which was in view of the camera, and a small pool of blood was on the floor by her hands. Her feet were also bound to the legs of the chair by the same type of wire. Her nose was bloodied, and the blood was running down her face, soaking her lips and running past them onto her chin, making it look like she had been drinking blood.

She was staring straight into the camera, her eyes red and puffy. She opened her mouth slowly, but made a disgusted face when blood dripped onto her tongue. She spit onto the floor and opened her mouth to speak again.

"Deeks has to meet Vanderbilt at a location tomorrow at 9 a.m. The location is on a piece of paper attached to the side of the fridge at my house-"

Kensi stopped and bent her head down. "My eye hurts!" she started, looking off camera, obviously at Vanderbilt.

"Shut up," Vanderbilt said quietly, not showing his face still.

"Something is in my eye!"

"Shut the hell up!" Vanderbilt yelled. "Finish up, damn it."

Kensi looked back up at the camera. She started blinking rapidly, supposedly trying to get something out of her eye. "Get the location and meet him there alone," she said. She closed her mouth but continued blinking several times, blinking long blinks and then short ones. Finally she stopped and stared at the camera, giving them a knowing look and a subtle, reassuring nod. Then the screen went black.

"She was using Morse code. Nell, you know Morse code, right?" Deeks asked, staring at her.

"Yeah. Just give me a few minutes. That was a lot of letters. I'll go as fast as I can," she said. She sat down at her personal computer and played the video, writing down letters as she interpreted them. Deeks stood over her shoulder, watching the message progress onto paper.

"Lies. At my house now. Kill Deeks."

Deeks nodded and turned to Callen and Sam. "He said to go to Kensi's house to get the location off the fridge. But they're there now. They're probably in her basement, the room was grey. He's planning on killing me whenever I get there."

Sam nodded. "I'm glad Kensi knows Morse code," he commented.

"Let's go," Callen said, leading the way.

Kensi truly thought she was getting away with it. She thought that it would all work out. Deeks was going to show up to her house soon and he would be with Callen and Sam, and they would burst through the door, shoot this rotten bastard who was the cause of all the pain she was in at the moment, and it would all work out. She thought everything was going to be all right.

She felt Vanderbilt untying her. Once she felt all her limbs free of the wires, she kicked Vanderbilt as hard as she could. She then punched him in the gut, but he grabbed her by the neck and threw her against the wall. He pushed a gun to her head.

"Calm your ass down or I'll end you here and now. Your partner can walk into your house and find your brains splattered all over these walls," he whispered vehemently into her ear.

She knew she couldn't win this war because she was too weak and he had a gun. She believed that he would really kill her. So she stopped fighting. It wasn't worth it. She knew Callen and Sam and Deeks would be here within a few minutes anyway, so it didn't matter. Or so she thought, until he started dragging her out of her house back into the van that she had been kept in when she was initially kidnapped.

"Wait, where are we going?" she asked, nervousness eating the inside of her stomach like a wet battery.

"Sweetie, I'm not that stupid. I know what you were doing just now. There's nothing in your eye. I enlisted in the navy because it was my only chance at getting college paid for. I know Morse code. You just screwed up your partner's chances of getting you back by a lot."

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