A/N Here it is. The final chapter. I found myself having a harder time coming back to this and writing this storyline. Hopefully I did my usual job in writing.

Thanks to Bamie02. She deserves more words than that, I just can't find any that do her justice.

Enjoy, and Thank You for Reading.

Disclaimer: Nothing in the bank account, so I don't own anything from NCIS LA

Previously on NCIS Los Angeles:

Granger walked back into the bullpen and stopped in front of Kensi's desk. "Pack your bags Agent Blye. There is a VC20 waiting for you at Edwards." Kensi looked like she had just been sucker punched.

"What the hell?" Sam growled as he and Callen both stood up with murder on their faces.

"Relax. Pack your bags as well Detective." I wanted to point out that I was not a detective anymore, but I wanted to figure out what the hell was going on. "Director Vance wants both of you in DC for the first round of the review." The smirk on his face actually showed humor.

Kensi mumbled something like asshole under her breath, while Callen actually looked like he was debating pulling his pistol and shooting the Assistant Director. Sam was just shaking his head, like he was debating ripping Granger's arm off and beating him over the head with it. I wasn't one hundred percent sure why the other members of my team were upset, but the words just slipped out of my mouth. "With all due respect Granger, you're a dick."

The flight to DC was really nice. It was the nicest flight I had ever been on since I had joined NCIS. Usually it involved flying coach; as much as I love the man sitting next to Deeks for thirteen hours looking at vacation photos of him on a camel drove me nuts, or even worse a military transport. C130's are not designed for comfort. Actually it was the nicest flight I had ever been on. The company on the other hand could have been a little nicer. Both Deputy Director Craig and the man I had spent way too much time with over the last three months with, Granger, were accompanying Nell, Deeks and I to the first round of reviews. G and Sam for that matter looked a little miffed at having to stay behind to mind the shop. G was wasn't wild about being thrown off the deep end as Assistant Operations Manager, and Sam most likely because he wouldn't be able to go in the field. With his partner running the show, and Deeks and I headed to DC for who knows how long, he wouldn't be investigating anything by himself.

I was surprised Hetty wasn't on this flight. I hadn't seen her since the morning that Deeks pushed me and Granger suspended her. That was nothing new, but I was starting to have questions wondering why. I knew it had to do with both the Siderov case and the White Ghost operation. But what about her decisions with those two missions had gotten her suspended? From a personal standpoint I absolutely hated the idea of leaving Deeks and Sam in the hands of those butchers to sell Michelle's cover, but from a professional side of things I could see it. It wasn't a good plan, but it was the best one we had at the moment. I sure as hell couldn't come up with a way to get Michelle back in Sidirov's good graces without leaving Deeks in that damn chair. Deeks, being who he was, glanced over at me; from where he was talking with Nell with a touch of question and concern in his eyes. I simply shook my head, and he nodded. I am still not sure whose idea it was to split the partnerships up and send Sam undercover with Michelle especially after he had darn near blown his cover to rescue her when Snyder died.

As for Afghanistan and the White Ghost, could it be because of my actions and well former personal relationship to the White Ghost? I slipped off on my own, but it's not like I had anyone I could trust to have my back over there, now did I? And whose fault was that? Hetty's, she told me that night that it was her choice to assign me to the taskforce. It was really obvious after when I arrived nobody and I do mean nobody had a clue why I was there, that something was off. It was like my assignment had been decided by Hetty flipping a coin. I also had a hard time believing the sole reason I was brought in was to be the sniper and then a month later when Hetty informed me of my other mission to find and eliminate the mole within the taskforce. It was a mission for the team as a whole, not a sole operative with my limited experience. So I found myself questioning why Hetty had chosen me for the operation? It's not like she had known that the White Ghost was my ex-fiancé, did she? Deeks hand had somehow become entwined with mine and he gave me a gentle squeeze. How that man could do that I would never know, but I loved him for the fact that he could tell when I needed comfort.

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

After landing at Joint Base Andrews much too late for us to meet with anybody at the Navy Yard, Granger gave keys to Nell and me to rooms at the Liaison Capital Hill hotel. At Deeks look of disappointment at not getting a key, Granger shrugged and growled out "What? You two are married; I didn't think you would want separate rooms." An almost grin came across his face. "Unless you want me to make Jones and your wife share a room and you get one all to yourself." Deeks hurriedly stammered a negative to which Granger just continued. "Be at the Navy Yard at oh eight hundred hours. Make sure you bring your badges and IDs." With not even a good bye, Granger strode off towards what looked like official government vehicles, leaving us alone as Deputy Director Craig had already been met and left in one of the NCIS Tahoe's.

Nell, Deeks and I all looked at each other with the looks of what do we do now. Shrugging his shoulders Deeks slung his bag over his chest reached down, grabbed both mine and Nell's bags and started walking off. I wasn't sure whether to enjoy his display of chivalry or punch him for implying I couldn't carry my own bag. It wasn't like we had packed for a long trip; Granger had said we shouldn't be gone for more than three days. "Deeks where are you going?" I know he's never been to Andrews, or even to the DC area, so I am pretty sure he had no idea of where he was going.

"Well, I was going to get us a car. And then find some place to eat. I absolutely know that you have to be starving." Of course my stomach growled right then, causing Nell to start giggling.

At the sight of my arched eyebrow, Nell just grinned. "You two are made for each other Kens."

I couldn't help it, it just slipped out. "I know, just wish it hadn't taken this long for both of us to realize it."

"Well you're there now." An urchin like grin came over her face. "Hey Deeks you keep going that way the Secret Service might detain you." Deeks paused looking over his shoulder, bewilderment plainly written on his face. "Let's see a homeless looking guy carrying three bags trying to get near Air Force One. Yeah I think the Secret Service might have an issue there." I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out as Deeks blanched.

I got beside him and kissed his cheek. "Nice try but follow me." I grabbed my bag back from him, and lead the way.

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

Dinner was at some Thai place that Nell had googled with her phone. It was nice, but I couldn't help in wishing that Nell wasn't with us. But it wouldn't have been right to leave her to fend for herself; it wasn't Nell's fault that she had been forced upon us. She had gotten the same marching orders as Deeks and I, and had been drug off to DC without hardly any preparation.

I finished brushing my teeth and stepped out into our room. As soon as Deeks saw me, his jaw dropped. "See something you like?" I couldn't help the smile that came across my face.

"Verily. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at a LAPD t-shirt the same way again." I felt the heat in my cheeks as I watched those ocean blue eyes sweep up and down my body appreciatively. I was definitely thinking no need for expensive lingerie if all it took was an LAPD t-shirt and panties to get him hot and bothered.

I took a deep breath before we started a repeat of the night we got married, I had to say something. "Deeks I need to get something off my chest." At the light in his eyes, and the lopsided grin on his face I knew what exactly he was thinking. I sighed. "Not that Deeks. At least not yet. I'm not good with words, I'm better with actions. But I really screwed up. You told me once that for whatever it's worth that I was your safe place. I should have something then, I didn't. Because it means everything to me Deeks, it does. That is a honor and a trust I am not sure I am worthy of. Then I punched you in the jaw the morning after we got married, and then I took off and you are questioning who you are because of what you did to rescue me. I never told you how sorry I am for not saying anything that night. I never told you how sorry I am for losing it that morning. I never told you that after I let myself get captured and before I escaped that you were what kept me going. Getting back to you, our thing, our partnership was the most important thought in my head." I felt the tears welling up in my eyes as Deeks stepped closer to me. He wrapped his arms around me and gently laid my head on his chest. The dam burst I couldn't hold it back anymore. I broke as I have never broken before in Deeks arms.

"Shhhhh. Princess it's ok. We're going to be ok. I forgive you." He dropped a gentle kiss on the top my head.

"How can you say that when I'm just like your father?" The words were out before I could stop them. I felt every muscle in his body lock tight at my comparison.

"What did you say?" His words were soft, and hurt.

"Somebody you loved and trusted punched you. Me. Just like you father did."

"Whoa there Kens. You are not my father. For one you are much better looking, and don't smell of cheap booze. Yes you punched me. You do it all the time. I would have said something if it bothered me."

"But not in the jaw Deeks, not even six months after you had oral surgery to repair the damage done to your mouth from the butcher." Even though I know he is dead and rotting in hell, what I want to do to Sidirov makes me sick to my stomach.

"You weren't the only one who screwed up that morning ok? I did too. I didn't take the shot. But I had forgiven you by the end of the day. We would have figured things out if we just got some time to talk."

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

Wake up time came way too early that morning. Deeks gave me a kiss and then slowly crawled down to my bare stomach's level and kiss the barely there baby bump. "Good morning to you Little Deeks." Tear came to my eyes again, at how far he had come since I told him we were expecting. I swear I have cried more since I came home from Afghanistan then I ever have in my entire life. It had to be the hormones.

With a lazy grin at me, Deeks spoke up. "What do you say we just be lazy today? Just you and me all day?"

As tempting at the sound of that, there are times I realize I have to be the adult in the relationship. "Not exactly the best way to start your second day on a new job there counselor." At his crestfallen look, I couldn't help the giggle that left my lips. "Besides it would be mean to leave poor Nell all alone to the wolves." Just as I said her name there came a knock at our door. Deeks promptly fell off the bed entangle in our sheets with a curse.

"Worst. Timing. Ever. Nell." He shouted towards the door.

"I take I can't come in?" I could just picture the mischievous grin on her face.

"No!" We both shouted.

"Geez, it's not like you guys are married or expecting or anything."

At the look on Deeks face I just sighed. "Don't even think it. Five minutes Nell, give us five minutes." Deeks mouthed what at me, and I just flipped him the bird. I knew what he was thinking.

"Promises, promises. Come on Princess you can have the shower first. I can style by pillow remember?" Deeks was already rummaging through his bag for something to wear. It was one of those times I missed having Hetty pick out our clothes for things like this. She would have had the perfect outfits for both Deeks and I.

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

Having to give up our weapons to pass through security was annoying, I mean we're federal agents with Top Secret clearance for God's sake, why did we have to give up our weapons? The security guards and Nell's eyes widen quite a bit at all the weapons I had on me. Sig Sauer P229, Sig Sauer P239, two knives, a collapsible baton, and a set of brass knuckles. Even Deeks just shook his head at me. Nell and he were nowhere near the level I was, but I was glad to see both of them were carrying knives.

After passing through, we were allowed to gather our tools back. Deeks paused in picking up the knife he was carrying. He looked at it, then looked back up at me. I knew exactly what he was thinking. He flipped it around and handed it back to me.

"I gave that to you." I tried to keep the hurt out of my voice, but at his wince I knew I didn't succeed.

"I'm not worthy of it." Damn it, I hate it when I was right about Deeks in this way.

"I disagree. Dad would disagree."

"Kens, please." I have never had a problem telling him no before, so why now? I didn't have an answer; I simply reached out and took back my father's knife. However I couldn't just let it go. I grabbed the one I had carried in my dad's knife's place ever since that moment in the bullpen. I handed it to Deeks.

"Take this one. It's mine, and mine alone. You are worthy of this, just as you worthy of Dad's." He knew he wasn't going to win this argument, so he took my knife with a sad little smile. This argument wasn't over with, but I had to let it go for now. Nell had simply shaken her head sadly as she passed us, and was now waiting for us to catch up.

We were met at the elevators by an Agent Dorneget, I had to admit I was little disappointed. I at least met Gibbs and McGee when they came out to LA for the first time. Being as it was the first time any of us had been here, yes both Nell and I had been to DC before but never to NCIS headquarters at the Navy Yard, after we reported in Dorneget gave us the tour.

After two hours of waiting to be, well there was no better word for it than an interrogation, I quickly came to the conclusion that Dorneget was an annoying but effective tour guide. I had to admit from a forensic's point of view I drooled a little over Abby's lab. If only I had those kind of resources in LA. Deeks snorted at the old school interrogation rooms down below. And Nell must have thought she was in heaven when we got the view of MTAC. I personally preferred our OPs center though. I even got to try out one of the new suppressed M4's in .300 Blackout. I made a note to see about getting some to replace the suppressed MP5's we are currently using.

Finally Dorneget got the call that said Director Vance was ready for us. As we headed up the stairs towards MTAC and Director Vance's office, I realized Deeks had stopped and was staring down into the bullpen of the MCRT. "What….. what…. What is that?" My heart immediately fell, I had only heard Deeks use that tone of voice one time and that was when I told him he had to stay in that goddamn chair.

"DiNozzo what the HELL?!" Gibbs' voice roared throughout the room. The Senior Agent of the MCRT was standing in front of the big plasma screen studying a picture. A picture of me. A picture of me in Afghan native garb laying on a cave floor with my throat cut. A picture of me that couldn't exist. DiNozzo looked and saw Deeks and I staring back at him. Whatever he saw made him blanch.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?" The scream was primal, full of rage, and agony. It wasn't Deeks. It was Deeks voice, but I had never heard him sound like this ever. Not even Max Gentry was as dangerous as my husband was right now. He moved to vault himself over the railing from the landing into the bullpen with murder in his eyes. It suddenly clicked in my head what he meant when he said he didn't know what he was capable of when it came to me and our child.

I grabbed his arm and spun myself in front of him. "Deeks, Deeks, it's not real. I'm right here. I'm right here." As shocked as I was it compared to nothing to what he was feeling at the moment.. His eyes flickered back and forth between my face and the plasma screen, and his hand tentatively reached for my cheek, as if he had to reassure himself that I was here. Something flickered in those ocean blue orbs of his, and suddenly Deeks wrapped me in a hug with bone crushing force.

When I turned around McGee had grabbed the remote from DiNozzo's hand and had set the plasma screen to ZNN. DiNozzo was rubbing the back of his head, while Gibbs actually was flexing his right hand and grimacing. I had heard about the infamous Gibbs' headslap, and apparently I just missed a spectacular one. Once Deeks had released me, and I knew he had calmed down enough to not do something that would get him shot; I looked down in the bullpen. "Ok I need to know. How did that picture come to be? Because I never posed for anything like that when I was in Afghanistan nor when I was captured. And why do you guys have it?"

"Agents Blye, Deeks. I am sorry you had to discover that photo that way." The voice came from behind us. The last time I heard it in person was right before we all resigned, well Deeks took vacation time, and went on a little trip to Romania. Both Deeks and I turned to see Director Vance at the top of the stairs. "If you'll come with me, I'll explain and we can get your testimonies down."

Deeks just looked at him with a quizzical look on his face. "Both of us? As in together? Seems a little odd."

"Well you are a lawyer are you not Agent Deeks? Yes I know you are technically not an agent, but Private Contracted Consultant Deeks is a pretty good mouthful, don't you think?" With a nod Director Vance turned towards his office. "Now Agents if you please."

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

Sitting in Director Vance's office was not a pleasant experience. Even by himself, having to talk to with the head of a federal agency was bad enough. But when you added Assistant Director Granger, Senior Agent In Charge Gibbs, Special Agent In Charge Fornell of the FBI, an assistant director of the CIA and a federal attorney from the DOJ, the room became downright distressing. But at least I had Deeks beside me.

"Agent Blye, Agent Deeks first of let me apologize again for what you saw. The MCRT has been tasked with the investigation into Henrietta Lange's actions over the last few months. Agent DiNozzo, McGee and Bishop were looking into computer files found on Hetty's personal computer. That particular one was in a file listed as Deeks' Ghost. There was also a file listed as Kensi's Ghost. By Agent McGee and Ms. Sciutto's expert analysis that photo has been shopped."

"What?" Deeks was incredulous and I couldn't blame him. What purpose could Hetty have for needing such a photo or even the said computer files. "Why would she have anything like that in her possession?" Deeks beat me to the question. "Sir." Deeks added as an afterthought.

"That's what we're trying to find out Deeks." Granger growled out. "The more I find out about Blye's assignment the more I am beginning to think we've been played."

"Let's start at something a little earlier." Vance looked at me with sorrow in his eyes, though his face was impassive as usual. "To the best of your knowledge whose idea was it to bring in Marcel Janvier as a proxy during the Siderov case?"

Both Deeks and I looked at each other in shock. That we were not expecting. "Callen, it was Callen."

"But Hetty had to write off on it? Is that why Hetty agreed to send you into Iran as Callen's backup?"

"At the time Sam, excuse me Agent Hanna was already undercover as an ex LAPD cop who was a hired assassin working with the Quinn alias. He couldn't leave the country. I was still an LAPD detective; therefore my jurisdiction didn't include Iran." Deeks was being methodical and calm, but he was cautious in his answers.

"Yet Hetty had no problem sending you to Dubai, and Jordan as well for NCIS sanctioned missions." Vance was probing but I had no idea where this was going.

"Director you of all people should realize that understanding Hetty Lange's mind is challenge even for those who have known her much longer than I. Is there a reason behind this questioning?"

"Actually there is. Agent Blye what did you think about the idea of leaving Agent Hanna and then Detective Deeks in the bodyshop to sell Officer Hanna's cover as Quinn?"

"I hated it Sir. Unfortunately I couldn't come up with a better idea." Memories of Deeks bloody mouth and the abject terror in his eyes came flooding back. The slurred sounds of his pleading voice filled my head as the room around me faded out into grey. A squeeze and a familiar thumb gently rubbing itself over the back of my hand slowly brought me back.

"Yet you had no problem being the one who help set up Deeks for the cover shooting." Rage flared and it was only the reassuring hand gripping mine that kept me from throwing a punch at the Director.

"At the time I wasn't even sure Deeks was alive Sir. I was the only who possibly could convince him that he still had a role to play." In hind sight it was a breach of protocol for me to be there. Even though I had yet to admit it, I was too emotionally involved to be there.

"Understood. Agent Blye what was your mission in Afghanistan?"

"I was not informed of my first mission until three days in country Sir. At that point in time Assistant Director Granger informed me that my mission was eliminate the White Ghost, an US citizen training and helping the Taliban in the area near Camp Chapman."

"You said your first mission? Did you have another?" Director Vance was peering at me intently; in fact every eye in the room was focused on me.

"At Christmas time, I don't remember the exact date, I received a satellite phone; I was then informed by Hetty that I had an additional mission. She believed that there was a mole in the taskforce. My second mission was to find this mole and either arrest or eliminate him."

"The date was Dec 17th 2013." All eyes snapped to Deeks. Of course he would remember that, he remembered exactly what I was wearing the day we first met. "Or least that was the day she first contacted me."

"I knew you two were in contact with each other." Granger almost crowed, and then had the decency to look ashamed at his outburst.

"That has no bearing on this hearing Granger." Vance reprimanded the Assistant Director with an uncharacteristic harshness in his tone. "Agent Blye, did you ever find evidence of a mole or proof of who the mole was?"

"I found enough suspicious activity of Officer Sabatino, yet I kept getting told he was simply doing his job Sir."

"Who told you this?"

"My superior Assistant Director Granger."

"Interesting." Vance speared Granger with an icy glare. Granger had at least the sense to allow some regret and remorse to show through his poker face. "So you were never able to determine if a mole actually existed?"

"No sir."

Deeks being who he was felt the need to come to my defense. "Director, sir without Kensi's, I mean, without Agent Blye's gathering of evidence we would never had figured Sabatino as the mole."

"I am quite aware of that fact Agent Deeks." Director Vance paused before looking back at me. "Agent Blye when precisely did you realize the White Ghost was one Jonathan Simon, your ex-fiancé?"

"When I saw him through the scope of my rifle." I had to keep my sentences short and to the point. Otherwise I was going to lose it. Why did I have to be dealing with pregnancy hormones while being grilled by the Director of NCIS?

"You are unaware then that Henrietta Lange had been in intermittent communication with Mr. Simon for over eight years?" Only the constant pressure of Deeks hand in mine kept me grounded as disbelief and anger swirled through my mind.

"Hetty knew Jack was over there?" I felt Deeks tense as I said the name, but I couldn't help it. "Did she know he was the White Ghost?"

"Yes she did. And she specifically chose you for this mission." Gibbs' voice was flat.

"Kensi don't say another word." Deeks persona had changed simply like someone threw a switch. "What exactly are you accusing Agent Blye of? Aiding and abetting a known terrorist?"

"No one is accusing Agent Blye of anything, Agent Deeks," Vance shot Gibbs a dirty look.

"You're the one who broke rule thirteen Leon, not me." Gibbs shrugged ignoring everyone's confused looks except Director Vance and Fornell. "You hired him."

"Agent Blye, Agent Deeks we are just trying to confirm some evidence we have found. It leads us to believe that Henrietta specifically chose Blye knowing she would not be able to take the shot once she realized who it was." Granger's voice was almost annoyed. "It appears she was trying to give Simon a running start. What she didn't plan on was Blye sneaking off base to let herself get captured and then kicking the shit out of the White Ghost and bringing him back to Camp Chapman and then onto the US."

"So it wasn't my fault Kensi got reassigned?" Deeks had an almost shrunken appearance as he whispered quietly.

"No Detective, sorry force of habit, I mean Agent Deeks. Nothing you did that day had anything with Henrietta assigning Blye to the taskforce." Granger had a look of almost pity on his face. "In fact the decision to send you into that airport with the Ghurka alone is something that is being looked into as well. It made absolutely no tactical sense."

"Three months. She led me to believe it was my fault for three months." Deeks whispered quietly and now it was my turn to reassure him by running my thumb over the back of his hand.

"Yes, unfortunately for the two of you, it appears that Henrietta used your relationship as a cover for a personal mission of her own."

"Is there anything else Director?" My tone was sharp, but both Deeks and I needed to process what we had learned and what we were feeling before we said something dumb.

"No I think we're all done here for today. We had planned on three days' worth of hearings, but I think we have all we need for now. Please take some time to clear your heads, and wait around here in DC in case we need you. Please send in Ms. Jones on your way out." Director Vance's words were dismissive.

I simply stood up and pulled Deeks along with me as we went through the door. Nell was sitting outside, literally twitching in anticipation. "Are you guys ok?"

"Yeah, we're ok. Need to figure somethings out. Director wants to see you Nell. We'll see you back at the hotel." I let go of Deeks hand and stormed off down the stairs. Behind me I heard Deeks and Nell quietly murmuring to each other.

I was almost to the parking lot when Deeks caught up to me and spun around to face him. Before I could snap at him, he yanked me into a kiss. After breaking apart due to need for oxygen, he simply rested his forehead against mine.

"What happens now?" I couldn't help but whisper.

"It's a Love Story. And it's the End of the Beginning."

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