Roll with it:

Set after the season 3 finale, the team is back together (because they have to be eventually right)

I don't own anything, I just want to play for a bit.

A low pitched sound echoes through the walls of the mission as the entire team turns around to see Eric waiving what looks like a hunting horn from the second story.
" Belated birthday present from Nell, it's a fox hunting horn, pretty cool huh, not that I like hunting or foxes for that matter, something about them seems devious and..." Eric cut himself off at the looks on the other agents faces. "Um, your presence is requested in ops."

"Is it me or is he getting weirder?" Deeks leaned in close to Kensi.

"I don't know, I guess it's better than the bagpipes from last month, that was awful, really awful, Amazing Grace will never sound the same to me again."

Deeks shuddered at the thought of Eric purchasing another set, the first had been "accidentally" run over three times and set on fire, a sad tragedy, but good s'mores afterwards.

Their fearless leader was waiting for them. "This is Evelyn Whitfield," Hetty motioned to the picture of a smiling woman on the screen, " she and her husband have been accused of selling babies to the highest bidders, babies whose mothers are from foreign countries and have little to no recourse when it comes to getting their children back."

"That's awful Hetty, but what is our angle in this? Seems like the FBI would be all over it and we know they don't like anyone else playing in their sandbox."

"Patience Mr. Callen, Ms. Jones if you would, please." Hetty chided turning over the brief to her own personal mini-me.

"We have two angles if you will, David Whitfield is retired from the navy and has been a practicing lawyer for the last five years, his specialty is adoption law. In addition he and his wife run a private charity which funds clinics all over the world specializing in obstetrics services in less developed countries. The FBI thinks that he has contacts through the military to scout locations for his clinics. Recently a 17 year old girl showed up at the US embassy in Vietnam claiming that the clinic had stolen her child. Apparently she was born here, but sent back to be raised by relatives after her parents died in a car crash when she was 4."

Eric chimed in "She claims that she was told she needed an emergency c-section because the baby was in trouble, then after she woke from anesthesia she was told the baby had died and the body had been disposed of for her own good. The only problem is that she wasn't all the way under and heard the nurses laughing about the white woman who had paid so much for her daughter. The subsequent investigation found that a newborn baby girl had been brought to the US from Vietnam and adopted, the filing was done here and there was no paperwork filed with the Vietnamese government which raised a few red flags. DNA testing proved that Mae Pham was the mother and the Bray's the couple who adopted the girl agreed to provide information in exchange for not being charged. "Which leads us back to why we are here." Eric nodded back to Hetty.

"The Whitfield's run a very exclusive, very expensive week long retreat for couples having trouble conceiving, it is by referral only and it is where we assume they select their clients for their illegal services. Mrs. Bray also spoke of an office where she and her husband did all of their paperwork as well as picking out where their child would ultimately come from. Apparently Mr. Whitfield's office contains the locations of all the clinics they fund and hopefully the names of the military personnel working with them. Mr. Deeks, Ms. Blye, Mrs. Bray has referred you to our targets as a young couple who have been trying for years to conceive without success, the retreat will be held in 3 days in Santa Barbara, you will need to access as much information as you can. Mr. Hanna and Mr. Callen will be staying nearby as back up should you need it. Eric and Nell will go over your identities with you."

Mission stated Hetty turns to go before reconsidering. "Ms. Blye, please join me in my office for a moment."

"Give me one minute, I'll be right down." Hetty disappears through the door as Kensi walks over to Eric and leans down.

"Remember the list Eric or they'll never find your body." It's spoken in a gentle tone, but the menace is still there and scarier for how softly the words are delivered.

"What was that all about, what list?" Deeks is intrigued as Kensi walks out of the room with one last look over her shoulder. Usually she reserves death threats for him.

" Kensi gave me a list of undercover names she approves of and threatened to...well you heard if I don't use them."

"Ahh she's tired of you letting me name her huh? One to many times as Fern?" Deeks' signature smirk is in full affect as Nell walks into the conversation.

"I'm pretty sure Bunny was the last straw, or maybe it was Zsa Zsa, I mean really those were pretty horrible. She wouldn't talk to me for a week last time for letting you get away with that." Nell disappeared to do top secret things in the corner they had affectionately dubbed her zone.

Deeks caught the last part of what Eric had been muttering under his breath. "Not a good idea to mess with someone who can destroy your credit with one keystroke or erase you from every computer data base in existence." Eric caught Deeks looking at him.

"Not that I would do that, that would be bad, very illegal and bad."

"Good to know, remind me to stay on your good side in the future. Kensi can always shoot me, but you could do some real damage. Let's get to work, I have a feeling this is going to be more complicated then we think, women and hormones are involved.

My first ever attempt at fan fiction, hopefully you don't feel like you have wasted time. This first chapter is more to set up what is happening with more Densi to come, that is if people don't think this sucks. : ) Thanks for reading.