A/N This idea came from a conversation Struck Smitten Love Story, several others and I had based on what we want to see happen in Season 6. I have had a particular scene in my head for some time, but just couldn't make it work with any of my other ideas until this one hit me over the last couple of days. Please enjoy.

Disclaimer: Nothing in the bank account, therefore I don't own it

Owen Granger simply shook his head at the similarity of two years ago. His Goddaughter was at the range of Camp Brantley putting rounds down range into the target. Unlike her normal of putting at least one shot into the groin area of the target, every single round went into the face of the target. Granger could swear there had been a pair of glasses drawn on when the brunette had started. As the slide of her issued Sig locked back, Blye placed the empty pistol on the table in front of her, and proceeded to hurl the multitude of knives she carried down range.

It wasn't just Blye pissed off at the world that the similarities began; even Booker and Sabatino were here in Africa with the taskforce trying to stop some asshole from profiting on the latest outbreak, by weaponizing Ebola. What Granger couldn't figure out was why Henrietta had assigned Blye to this mission. Hadn't Henrietta learned anything after the debacle that Afghanistan had turned into? Apparently not, even after a six week suspension. Granger had done everything in his power to keep Blye from being assigned, but Henrietta was adamant, and based on what responses he got, Granger was willing to bet that even the POTUS answered when Hetty Lange said jump. The best he could do was to get his self placed in charge of the taskforce; at least he could try and keep his promise to Donny by watching over his daughter.

He couldn't help but wonder what it was that Blye and her partner… boyfriend… significant other had done this time for Henrietta to take this step. That particular partnership was one of the most effective he had ever seen, and splitting the two of them up had always led to dire consequences. While definitely not the most conventional partnership, they had always acted within the rules, though the two had definitely pushed the boundaries more than once. Had the two gone and gotten married without anyone's knowledge? Granger knew the weekend before the reassignment neither Blye nor Deeks could be found. Henrietta had even sent Callen and Hanna out searching for the two, while Beale and Jones had scoured the electronic world looking for signs of the junior partners of the Office of Special Projects premier team.

He glanced at the monitors overseeing the camp, before turning his attention back to Blye. A stray thought struck his mind, and his head whipped back to the bank of screens when he realized what he had seen. "Of course." Granger couldn't really say that he was surprised at the figure strolling towards the firing range. Even if the jeans and black hooded leather jacket weren't a giveaway, the blonde shaggy mop of hair would have been. Once again the detective had proved his resourcefulness and Granger was determined this time to let him know. He owed Deeks for what the man had done in Afghanistan, Granger was smart enough to know that he wouldn't be alive if it weren't for Deeks. But he decided with his signature wry smirk upon his face he would wait until after the little reunion.

*****NCIS LA*****

"Hey Princess know of any good surfing spots?"

Kensi almost cut herself as she fumbled with the knife she was about to throw at the sound of Deeks voice. She spun around to make sure she wasn't having audible hallucinations, and sure enough her partner was standing right behind her. "Deeks, don't take this the wrong way, but what in the hell are you doing here? And we're almost to the border with Mali, there isn't a lot of beaches nearby you idiot." She couldn't keep the exasperated fondness out of her voice.

"Dang, haven't had the chance to surf Africa." The twinkle in his eyes was something she had missed even though it had been less than a week since Hetty had pulled the rug out from under their feet again. Kensi still remembered the look of on the diminutive Operations Manager's face when the brunette had tried to resign and the Hetty Lange had refused to accept it until this particular mission was over.

"You're deflecting again. What are you doing here?" Not that Kensi wasn't glad to see Deeks, but she honestly wondered how he had arrived in Africa. "How did you even find me?"

"I am a detective, I detect things." The look Kensi shot him told Deeks she wasn't buying it as his total explanation. "I might have gotten help from a certain pixie." He ran his hands through his hair, a sure sign he was nervous.

"So you're here without orders?"

"Actually I am on vacation. Why do you think I was asking about surfing?" His head was tilted to the side as if his statement was blantantly obvious and she was just slow on the uptake.

"What? How did you pull that off?" There was absolutely no way Hetty would have given Deeks leave, Kensi was positive about that.

"I resigned from the LAPD. No need for me to be the Liaison if I don't work for the LAPD." It wasn't often that the blonde lanky surfer left his partner speechless, so he continued. "I let this happen once before." Darkness clouded over his eyes, as memories of a picture on his phone and the actions that followed flared with painful brilliance in his mind. "It was not happening again."

"Deeks….." Kensi stepped forward, and rested her hand upon his cheek. She knew what Deeks was thinking about, she might be the only person in the world that knew what Deeks had done, outside of Makar the translator, and Kensi was not about to let Deeks follow that path ever again. "You are not a monster."

A quick shake of his head, cleared his mind, and by the look in his eyes, she knew he was about to do something, that would either make her swoon or punch him. "Besides I missed my wife. Not even a ninja could keep me away." Deeks hands reached out and cupped her face drawing her gently to his lips. "I really need to start off with that more often."

"Yes, yes you do."

"Ahem. Something you two want to share?" The gravel crushing growl came from behind Deeks and both cursed the fact that they had not even noticed Granger approaching. "Does Henrietta know you're here Detective?" That smirk was plastered across the Assistant Director's face.

"Don't know, don't care. And I am not a detective anymore Granger. I resigned from the LAPD." It wasn't often that shock showed on Granger's face, but Deeks and Kensi both had to clamp down to keep from laughing at the man. "I am done letting Hetty play mad scientist with my, our personal lives."

"I am sorry to hear that, Deeks." Now it was Granger's turn to shock the two. "You're an asset that will not be replaced. I never said this, but I am sorry for the National Lampoon's Afghanistan crack. Without you none of us would have got out of there alive." Granger extended his hand to Deeks who took it with just a little bit of confusion written on his face. He glanced over at his best friend's daughter, who was standing with her mouth slightly open. "Donny would have approved Blye or should I say Mrs. Deeks?" He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips as both Blye and Deeks registered his words. "Deeks, I know you probably aren't willing to take up Henrietta's offer, so I would like to extend one of my own. If you want to join NCIS, come talk to me. I would do it before Agents Callen and Hanna arrive here tomorrow, most likely to drag your scruffy ass back stateside." The Assistant Director turned and headed back to the taskforce's trailers leaving the slightly stunned pair behind him. He paused as another thought crossed his mind. "Unless you're going to tell me my Goddaughter is pregnant?"

"We can work on that right now ooooofffffff!"

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