Some adult language in this chapter

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They were stopped at the light on Alameda when Deeks suddenly tugged on Sam's sleeve.

"That's him! That's the guy from the surveillance camera!"

"Where?"

Deeks pointed, "The crappy red sedan that just went through the light."

Sam tromped on the accelerator and made an illegal turn accompanied by a multitude of horns and screeching tires.

The sedan was just ahead of them; Sam trailed it, two cars between them.

They followed it for nearly six miles; it finally turned off at a decrepit looking abandoned building. Sam drove on past and parked half a block away.

They jogged back and slid through a gap in the wooden fence. Two other cars were parked next to the sedan they'd been trailing, one older model car and a newer one with a rental sticker on the bumper.

Sam pulled his gun and signaled Deeks to circle to the right while he went left.

The building was just a skeleton; most of the walls had been removed leaving only the weight bearing walls and cement pillars. It didn't give them much cover but it made it easy to spot the gathering of men on the second floor. Three of the men faced an older man who was by the tone of his voice berating them for something. Sam and Deeks crept closer and they could make out what he was saying.

"I've already paid you half of the fee and I have nothing to show for it!"

"We'll get it; just give us a little more time."

"I've waited almost a month; I think that is more than enough time. You are so inept that I hate to waste another bullet on the rest of you but I am losing my patience."

"We can get it back, I know who has it now and I can get it back."

"Last chance then. If I don't have my merchandise by 2 p.m. tomorrow I will be reimbursed."

"We'll get it, I swear."

The older man turned abruptly and Sam and Deeks had just enough time to hide before he strode past them, downstairs and got into the rental car and drove away.

"FUCK!" one of the other men shouted. "We are so fucking DEAD! Why the fuck did you tell him you knew where the nickel was and that we could get it?"

"I had to tell him something or he would have killed us just like he did Eddie."

"What are we going to do? We can't just hand him a nickel with a blank disk in it and there's no way we can get another copy of the launch codes by tomorrow afternoon."

Deeks drew Sam's attention to a grey box strapped to one of the nearby pillars. The duo crept back away from the group and Sam took a closer look at the box.

"It's a detonator." Sam whispered. "The building is going to be imploded."

Deeks looked panicked.

"Not anytime soon," Sam reassured the detective. "The timer is set to go off in about six hours, we have plenty of time."

"That's what you think."

They looked up to see the trio they had been watching. The men were all armed with pistols.

"Drop your guns."

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"So where are Sam and Deeks?"

"I don't know. I sent them information on a lead in the Lansing case and they went to interview a suspect."

"Who was the suspect?"

"I don't know." Eric replied, "I don't make a note of the information; I just send it on to you guys."

"Can't you pull it up in the computer or the phones or something?" G asked.

"Nothing is working. Coms are down. I can't access GPS for the phones either."

G pulled out his phone and tried to call his partner but the phone made no sound and showed a blank blue screen. He showed it to Kensi and she tried her phone with the same result.

"What about Kaleidoscope? Can you track them with street cams?" asked Kensi.

"I can't… I can't communicate with anything. We're blind and deaf right now."

"Miss Blye, Mr. Callen. I have a very irate doctor on the land line." She shook her head in confusion, "I have no idea how he got that number. I need you to pick him up at the boathouse without delay."

"What? Who?" asked Callen.

"Dr. Lassiter is very upset about the telemetry he is receiving from Mr. Deeks respiratory monitor. If I understand him correctly I believe that he can track Mr. Hanna and Mr. Deeks with his equipment."

"Let's go!" Kensi shouted.

G glared at Kensi, "I'm driving."

"Hetty?" Eric called, "Sorry to interrupt, but SECNAV is on the landline." He frowned; "I think we're in trouble."

"You're in trouble, Mr. Beal." Hetty replied, climbing the stairs.

"But it was Callen's idea!" Eric winced.

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Doctor Vin Lassiter was pacing in front of the boathouse when they arrived. He folded his lanky frame into the backseat and explained, "I can't drive an' triangulate this signal at the same time."

"Which way, Doc?" aksed Callen.

"East." Lassiter pointed, "I'll let you know when to turn."

They were quiet for several minutes, then Lassiter spoke again,

"Now go north."

Callen turned and sped up.

"Not so fast son, this thing ain't a GPS."

"Sorry," Callen said, "I just want to find them as fast as possible."

"Won't be faster if we have to crisscross our trail."

Kensi twisted in her seat to look at the equipment Dr Lassiter was holding. "What is that anyway?"

"It's a modified version of a telemetry receiver." He held the screen up so Kensi could look at it. "I had a tech friend tweek it after I had some trouble keeping up with a rap singer I was treating last year. Some fella with initials instead of a name, big bald guy with a tattoo of a microphone on his arm?"

G shook his head, "Don't know him. How does it work?"

"Normally it picks up the respirations of the patient and sends it to this receiver. With normal respirations it does it for 60 seconds every hour. If it detects abnormal respirations, breathing too slow, too shallow or too fast it will trigger the sensors to record the respirations and pulse and transmit it for 90 seconds every 10 minutes."

"So how can you track Deeks with it?"

"It's not the most accurate thing; it basically tells me if the receiver is closer or further away as I move."

"How often is it sending?"

"Been triggering every ten minutes for the last hour or so."

"That's not good is it?"

"Not unless he's on a roller coaster or having an afternoon delight it you take my meaning."

Kensi frowned, "He'd better not be."

G smiled, "It would be better than the alternative."

"Turn right." Vin made a disappointed sound, "Right again."

"We're going back the way we came." Kensi grumbled.

Aggravation and apprehension made his accent more pronounced. "You want precision; get one a yore fancy government toys ta workin'." He cursed softly, "I've lost the signal."

"What does that mean?" asked Callen.

"It's stopped transmitting."

"Why?" Kensi's voice trembled.

"Could be it's not on him anymore or it could be that he's stopped breathing."

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