"Where's your partner?"

"Partner? What? Partner?" Deeks says, playing dumb, looking around at the bathtub he's tied up in.

"Your partner? Special Agent Kensi Blye? That partner."

"Oh, yeah, her." He says, staying silent.

"You may not want to tell us, but we'll find her," The man says, with his Scottish accent, dialing a number on his phone, "And you'll just be here, tied up, and not able to do shit for her."

Deeks's face falls, and rage quickly fills in, trying to undo the rope knot on his wrist and ankles, "You don't touch her."

"Oh, Marty, that's not for you to decide." The man pats him on the cheek, rubbing Deeks the wrong way.

"If you touch her, you are going to regret it so bad, man." Deeks breathes heavily.

The man laughs, and walks away, with his phone to his ear.

-:-

"What the hell are we going to do?" Hetty sighs, rubbing her face.

"There's not much that we can do.." Callen shrugs and says, "We search every corner of this resort and hotel until we find him."

"I call hotel first." Sam says.

"Let's get going, then." Callen says, starting for the door.

"I'm going, too." Kensi stands up, placing her gun in the small of her back.

"No, you're not." Nell, Callen, Sam, and Hetty say simultaneously.

"He's all I have, I don't want to lose him." Kensi glares at them for two reasons, a) not letting her go out and save Deeks, and b) for making her open up in a way that only Deeks ever sees.

"And you're all he has," Sam speaks up, "And if you're dead, he won't have anyone."

Kensi huffs, throws herself onto the bed next to Hetty, and rolls her eyes, "Fine."

"This is only being done to protect you, Kensi." Hetty says, placing her hand on Kensi's knee.

Kensi looks at Hetty, and manages a small smile.

"Let's go." Callen calls, "You're coming, too, Nell."

Nell furrows his eyes at Callen, "I'd be of more help here, and I can be with Ken-"

"You're coming, we need your help."

-:-

"She's in the villas in the resort." A big man with blue eyes, all too familiar blue eyes, whispers, and fails to not be heard by Deeks, to the blonde man that was talking to Deeks earlier.

"What the hell are you doing telling me? Go find her." The Scottish man says.

"Yes, sir."

Deeks, still struggling to untie the ropes on his wrists, stops for a moment, listening to the conversation happening a few feet away from him. He breathes in, and slowly breathes out, trying to get himself together.

A man in his twenties, that he hasn't seen before walks in with a plate of food, and a plastic fork and knife, Deeks furrows his eyebrows, and the man explains, "We can't have you starve if we want you to see the death of your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend." Deeks says bluntly.

"Whatever, partner, friend, fuck buddy, same difference." The man sets the food down on his lap, and puts the fork and knife in his hand, "Enjoy that."

A familiar metallic taste flows into his mouth from bitting the inside of his cheek. Deeks pushes the food off of his lap, and looks at the plastic knife, wondering how the hell he was going to cut the rope with plastic.

-:-

Kensi sits on the edge of the bed looking at Hetty sitting on the chair in front of her, and Hetty says, "He's fine. He won't just sit there and not fight."

"That's the thing," Kensi says shakily, "He can't do anything unless he has a death wish."

Hetty sighs, "Can I ask you a personal question, Miss Blye?"

"Depends."

"Do you and Mister Deeks have anything going on in your personal life other than your professional lives?"

Kensi chuckles dryly, and shakes her head, "I don't know. I don't know what we are or what I feel."

Hetty wets her lips with her tongue, "I think you're both lying to yourselves."

"Can we just- Can we not talk about this exact thing right now, Hetty?"

"Of course, Miss Blye, but I just want to know if you two would tell me if anything other than your partnership is happening. I'm your boss, Miss Blye."

"If that should happen, I would." Kensi says tiredly, standing up from the bed, "I'm going to the terrace."

-:-

"Does he have his phone with him?" Callen asks Nell.

"No," Nell sighs, "It's either turned off, or the battery was taken out."

Sam shakes his head, "We should go to the hotel front desk."

Callen nods, "That's our safest bet."

At the hotel lobby, Callen pulls out his badge and asks, "Has anyone under the name Hicks checked into the hotel or resort that you know of?"

The lady behind the desk types a few things up on her computer, and says, "Yes, there was.. Um, there were three other guys with him. Would you like a room key?"

Callen nods, and the lady quickly passes him a key card, "Room 2238."

Sam, Callen, and Nell quickly make their way to the second floor, and to the room. Sam slips the card into the slot slowly, as Nell and Callen prepare their guns, and on the count of three, they're in.

"Federal agents!" Callen yells, walking around, gun in hand.

Sam makes hand gestures when he reaches the door to the bathroom. Callen joins Sam by the door, while Nell looks around the rest of the room. Sam kicks over the door, and sees two men trying to get Deeks up, but he's now unconcious, making it impossible.

"Put him down, and put your hands in the air." Callen says carefully.

One of the men obey, but the other pulls a gun out of his jacket pocket, but Callen shoots, and he slumps to the ground. The other guy, sighs and looks up at Sam.

"What're you looking at?" Sam snaps, and cuffs him.

"Everything is clear," Nell announces, "You got him?"

"Yeah, take him to the bed, don't let him move, and ID him." Sam instructs, and Nell nods.

"He has a pulse." Callen says, pulling his hand away from Deeks's neck.

"I'm going to question this guy." Sam says, walking out of the bathroom.

Nell stops Sam, "His name is Frank Forde. He's twenty four, and his record is clean.. Up until now, I guess."

"Why'd you take him, and capture him, if you weren't going to torture him?"

Frank shrugs, "That's something you should ask my boss."

"But I'm asking you." Sam retorts.

"Look man, I honestly don't know. I was told to tie him up."

"Who were you working with?" Callen walks in.

"Alan Hicks and Brody Acheson." Frank says simply.

"You got that, Nell?" Callen asks.

"On it." Nell types a few things up on her phone for Eric to look up, and he quickly calls back giving her the information.

"Brody Acheson is a Scottish con artist, and apparently a long time friend of the Hicks family, I'm sending you a photo now. And, uh, Alan Hicks, the dead one, is another of many in the family. There are four cousins, and three siblings alive." Eric says.

"Thanks, Eric."

"Why did you take him and not try torture information out of him?" Sam asks once again.

Frank sighs, "Something about a girl."

Callen and Sam look at each other, "We need more than that, Frank.

"Her name is Kensi," Frank admits, "Kensi Blye.