Don't Own Anything.

I'm sorry about the very long wait, really sorry. My life has been a hectic mess. My grandma's memory is getting worse, so I've been spending a lot of time with her and school work was piling up so I needed to do that. I've also been on a few trips, plus I've been babysitting and dog walking. Needless to say I've been busy, very busy.

The killer carefully planted a bug within the mattress, and quickly sewed it up. The stitches were immaculate, precise and the white thread was almost invisible against the the pale white cover.

It took the killer less than a minute to swipe the pass key, the maid had been only too willing to give it up after last night.

If feelings had any part in this, there would almost be remorse for going after such a loving couple, but it made no difference, they all had to die.

Kensi watched G come out from the water, he wasn't as built as Sam, but he had enough muscle to make him look incredible in swimming trunks.

He gave her a grin, "Looking good honey!"

She smiled, then rolled over to tan her back.

Wet arms wrapped around her and she jerked off the towel, "John!"

"What?"

"Did you have to get me all wet?"

"Come on Mandy, a husband isn't allowed to touch his wife? Please get down here, it isn't very convincing when the wife looks like she wants to murder her husband."

"It'd be true." Kensi grumbled as she reluctantly laid back down on the towel, "Now it's soaked. Thank you."

"That's what happens when you go out to the beach Mandy, you are supposed to get wet."

"Not always."

"If you're just going to complain, can we go somewhere else?"

"Sure. How about ice cream?"

"Really?" G raised an eyebrow, "You want ice cream?"

"Yep." Kensi grinned, "With sprinkles and everything."

He shook his head, "You're definitely something else Mandy."

"And you love me anyway." She grabbed her stuff and walked away.

G stood there for a moment, if only she knew how close to the truth that statement was.

Zeta slipped behind the bar and ran into Jackie, "Hey Jack."

"Hey Z." The bartender frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"I needed something to do. Want some help?"

"Sure. The moody drinkers have turned into the loud, obnoxious drunks for some reason and they've been piling in here today."

"It's the college kids occupying the fourth floor, they're always drunk, loud and obnoxious. I thought you knew that Ms. Jackie."

"I guess I forgot that Ms. Z. I thought this was a newlywed hotel anyway."

She laughed, "You tend to forget a lot Jack. The owners' son is in the fraternity that's upstairs, so it's an exception. Hey, wasn't this supposed to be S's shift?"

"Another break-up, you know how it is."

"Hmm." Z shook her head, "That's weird."

"What?"

"I could've sworn I saw her on my way in."

"Probably someone else. S's the type to sit with sad romantic movies and stuff her face with chocolate and ice cream."

"Yeah. Whatever, we get more tips this way."

"True."

G and Kensi walked in when the two bartenders were just finishing.

Jackie greeted them with a smile, "Hey. Z, this is Mandy and John. Guys, this is Zeta."

"Z." She shook their hands, "Nice to meet you."

Kensi smiled, "Likewise."

"She'll be your bartender tonight, I'm going home for a long bubble bath and relaxing book. Bye."

"Bye Jack."

"Bye Jackie." G looked at Z, "Could we get a bottle of wine sent to our room?"

"Sure thing. What kind?"

They were discussing years when Kensi noticed the young girl standing by the door. Her heart immediately went out to the poor thing, the girl's eyes were red, and tears were still slipping out. She looked sad, like she had suffered a huge tragedy.

"Hey Z? Who's that?"

The woman turned, "S! Hey, how are you doing?"

"He broke my heart Z." The young girl ran into her open arms. "I know sweetie, I know." Z looked at Kensi and G, "Her on-and-off boyfriend was with Kayla, the maid on the fifth floor. Sarah here caught them. Poor K didn't know Jake was dating Sarah and now the two girls can't even speak. They were good friends."

Sarah pulled away and blushed, "I'm sorry. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too." Kensi looked at her, "Are you okay?"

"I will be. I'm working with you tonight Z."

"Okay, go get ready." Z waited until Sarah was out of earshot before shaking her head, "Jake was miserable to her, but Sarah loves him so she put up with him. Unfortunately, he still works here... Well, speaking of bastards. There he is."

G stood up, "We'll let you deal with him. Send the wine up in a bit, the last year we talked about."

"Sure thing. Bye."

They waved and walked past Jake. He gave them a weird look and continued to stare until they passed.

Kensi suppressed a shiver, "That guy creeps me out."

G glanced back, "He messes with young girls, of course he's a creep. Now, how about getting out of these clothes and taking a shower?"

She gave him a look, "Separately."

"Of course."

The two stepped onto the elevator, forgetting all about the drama of the staff.

Little did they know they just saw the killer.

The killer slipped into the closet and put on the headphones connected to his listening device.

Voices kept drifting in and out of range, then there was a drop on the bed and the sound became clear.

He smiled, the trap was in place and working.

Kensi heard a low buzz and listened carefully. Holding her hand up she silenced G.

Getting off the bed and racing for her bag, G followed her, "What's up Kenz?"

"I think I found a bug in the mattress and not of the living variety. I'm getting that bug finding thingy Hetty gave us."

Sure enough it detected something, and slitting the cover easily, he pulled out a tiny bug. Flipping the off switch G shook his head, "Pretty basic, but it proves the killer is interested."

"Good." She grimaced, "I don't like the thought of anyone listening in on me."

"Well, they aren't anymore."

The killer let out a yell of rage, they had found the bug. Something none of the other couples had done.

He didn't know who these people were, but they weren't newlyweds. His technology was flawless, never failed before.

A frown made his features unpleasant and a gross smile soon covered his face. This would make their death more painful, he had enough tools to accomplish that.

No one got the best of Jake Smith, no one.