A/N: I know I should finish my other fic, but after what happened to Dom, I'm struggling, even though the chapter is almost done. Anyway, after a some-what dissapointing weekend I found this olde rthing I'd written so I figured I would post it.

Spoliers: Spoliers for Bank-Job if you haven't see it!"Hey, Kensi," Nate said slowly as he saw the female agent walk away from her desk, heading in the direction of the small kitchen.

"Nate. What can I do for you?"

"I want to talk to you," he looked around to make sure no one was watching them, and making sure no one was close enough to over hear them.

"Sure, Nate, what's up?"

"Ah… The bank today…"

"Yeah?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. What was this about? Why was Nate acting so nervous?

"I was listening in to everything that was said…"

"Nate, we always expect you to listen into our radio communications… its part of the job."

"But you weren't using radios at the bank earlier today. We were watching the feed."

"Nate, what is this about?"

"You said "please… don't." Kensi, you were begging."

"It was all part of the act Nate, you know that. It was my cover."

"Was it?" he asked, walking away from her, leaving her to think about what had happened earlier at the bank. She had begged for her life. It was al part of the cover? Wasn't it?