An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break. – Chinese proverb.

Martin Deeks was walking around the house like a headless chicken, looking here and there while buttoning his shirt.

"Julian, have you seen dad's blue tie?"

The kid didn't take the eyes of the TV screen, answering with a question. "The washing machine?"

"Not there buddy. I've checked it already. I'll guess I'll just put another one." He went to his bedroom and from one of the drawers he took another tie. He walked to the living room while putting it on. Arriving there he saw his son already finished eating the bowl of cereals but still watching the cartoons. "Come on Jules, go wash your teeth and bring your coat."

"Wait a little!" He said, heavily concentrated on the TV.

"Jules, come on! We're gonna be late!" He turned off the TV, obliging his son to get up. "Come on, buddy."

"I don't feel so good. I think I may be sick." The little boy said, walking slowly.

"Nah, nah-ah, you fooled me last week with that trick. It's not happening again!"

"Alright…" The boy mumbled hurrying up the pace to the bathroom.

While Martin was waiting the dog came to him, scrapping his paw on his leg. "Oh, hey boy. I forgot to feed you. Come here."

As he walked to the dog's bowl, Monty, the dog, followed him and as soon as he poured him food, he started eating.

"Julian, are you going to take much long?"

"No, almost dad." He said, lazily putting on the sneakers.

Martin looked the wristwatch watching the minutes pass one after another. Finally his five-year-old son appeared.

"Ready dad!"

"Took you really long today!" He spoke while opening the house's door. "I think someone is not much willing to go to school today."

Julian didn't mind what he said and entered the car. Today he awakened up too cranky. When arriving the kindergarten the two alighted from the car.

"Hey, bud," Martin offered his son a smile. "promise to be good and cheer up please."

"Okay…" He let out, rubbing the eyes.

The teacher came to get the boy at the door, saying. "Hi Julian."

"Hello Ms. Taylor." Julian answered, entering.

Martin laughed and explained. "He awoke up a little cranky this morning. I'm sure a few minutes and he'll be okay!"

"Sure, don't worry Mr. Deeks. As soon as he starts playing with his little friends and he gets better."

"Here," Martin handed the woman a paper bag. "it's afternoon snack. He didn't even pick it."

"Alright." She smiled. "Don't worry Mr. Deeks; he'll be good in a minute!"

Martin offered her a smile as well and left. Before going to work he just needed to grab a coffee.

He parked across the street of the coffee shop where he goes quite often to get a cup of coffee. He stood in a line behind three people and then made his order. When he turned around, ready to leave he bumped against someone, spilling the coffee over the woman and him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"No, it's my fault I was distracted." She said. "Let me buy you another coffee."

"No, it's okay." Martin reinforced.

The two were trying to clean their wet clothes when Martin raised his look at her. He was instantly captured by the woman's prettiness. She had dark, short straight hair and eyes in a tone of brownish-hazel color. And her smile… stunning. He couldn't help but to smile back at her.

"Please, I insist."

"Okay…"

She grinned one last time, going to the counter to buying another coffee. "Here." She said giving it to him. "And I'm sorry for your shirt."

"I guess I apologize too." He affirmed, looking at her shirt.

The two stared each other for a while until Martin was pulled to reality and said. "I-I gotta go. I'm a bit in a hurry."

"Yeah, me too. And again, sorry for the shirt."

"If we bump against each other again, I buy coffee." He spoke and then left.

She bit her lower lip and smiled.

When the night embraced the city, Kensi left to go home. First, she passed by her mother's house, picking up her two twin girls, Anne and Katherine, of five-years-old. She had dinned already and since it was late now, once they'd arrive home, they'd be going to bed. Of course Kensi enjoyed a little of time with her girls, but put them to bed, tucked them tight and let them sleep. Then, she walked to her bedroom and slipped into more comfortable clothes.

Kensi made her way to the living room and sat on the couch, leaning back, exhaling deeply. She had turned off the phone so no-one would call her at the moment; she was too tired. It had been a hell of a day because of work. Ever since the town's mayor resigned the two political parties were in campaign for the elections. Kensi got up to get a glass with red wine, walking back to the couch. She turned on the TV, but she wasn't paying much attention to it; her mind was somewhere else.

It had been four years ago, but Kensi was still feeling like it was just yesterday when she left her job at the NCIS. After divorcing Jack and getting their daughters guardianship, Kensi decided to leave her job to have more time for her girls. But she definitely needed to find a job, and she couldn't think of a better option than to take the career she always felt she was the right person for it: politics. Hetty got her a good place at the Democratic Party and there she started working. Even though her new work was still occupying more time of her life than she wanted, at least she didn't feel her life was in immediate danger.

Kensi almost chocked with a gulp of wine when all of the sudden someone furiously knocked on the door. Kensi put the glass over the coffee table and got up in a hurry, peering on the door. After seeing him, she rolled her eyes and he knocked again. Kensi opened the door angrily trying not to be loud.

"Would you be quiet? The girls are sleeping!"

Jack entered without even being invited in, and shouted back. "I tried to call you like a dozen times but your phone was dead."

"I'm tired and I didn't want anyone to bother me, that's why I turned it off! What do you want?"

"I'm being deployed to Georgia… Albany…"

Kensi sighed and said. "I'm sorry to hear about it, but did you have to come all the way here at this time of the night to tell me that?"

"I want to take the girls with me."

"No! No, no, no!" She exalted, pointing the finger at him. "I am not letting you take the girls to live in a Marine Corps Base miles away from me! And as far as I know, they are under my custody, not yours!"

"Do you know what it will be being almost 2000 miles away from them?"

"It will be hard, but I won't let the girls have the same lifestyle I had with my dad. They are not going anywhere!" Kensi turned her back at him and tried to walk away.

"Kens, hear me out!" He said, holding her arm.

"No, end of conversation, Jack! Get out!" She told him, trying to put him off the door.

"Alright, then get a lawyer. We're going to court again!"

"I doubt any jury will give you the girls' custody."

Jack let the door slam behind him when he walked out. Kensi exhaled deeply, running her fingers through her hair. When she turned around, she saw Katie standing there.

"Oh, hey sweetie, shouldn't you be sleeping?"

"Why were you and dad fighting?"

"Nothing, okay?" Kensi said, picking her up in arms and putting a kiss on her cheek. "It's grown-up things. Come on, let's go back to bed."

Once she tucked her daughter again, she stood outside the door until she fell asleep again. Kensi looked for a while at the two, thinking that she'd have to go to court sessions all over again just because of Jack's stubbornness. She recognizes it won't be easy for him to be away from their daughters, but he can't just take them with him because he wants. Still, in the next morning she'd have to find another lawyer because the one she had when she and Jack divorce had moved out of the state.

After leaving the girls on the kindergarten, Kensi just drove off to work. She was so late by now that she didn't even have time to grab a coffee on the way.

Catching a break between work, she turned to Joan, one of her colleagues, who was also divorced, asking her. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Who was the lawyer who handled your divorce case? I kinda need a lawyer right now."

"Ex-husbands can be quite a pain in the ass!" She joked. "I think I still have his number on my phone," She said, looking on her phone's contact list. "but if I don't, I'll just search it quick. I still remember his name."

"Thanks a lot, Joan."

"Oh, here it is." Joan grabbed a pen and a post-it, writing the number on it.

Kensi looked at the name and number. "Is he good?"

"If he's good at his job? Yeah, as you see I'm divorce! If he's good-looking? Oh yeah, he's an eye-catch!"

"Joan, I'm looking for juridical advice not a date!"

"Sure…" Joan said with a smirk. "Once you see him, you'll change your mind. Of course you can't jump on him right away because of the lawyer-client thing, but once the case is over…"

Kensi got up, smiling. "Again, not looking for a date!" She took another look at the post-it and said. "I just really want this Martin Deeks guy to be good…" Kensi looked Joan who was glancing at her. "good at his job!"

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