Genre: Crime-Drama-Friendship-Hurt/Comfort -Suspense-possible Romance... maybe

Rating: T for slight language and awesome ass kicking :D

Language: English

Main Characters: Kensi Blye/Marty Deeks

Minor Characters: Hetty Lang/G. Callen/Sam Hanna/ Nell Jones/Eric Beal

Status: In Progress

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA

Chapter 5: Tea Time

The car ride was quiet. All three persons were thinking about what was going on. Amanda was the most confused. She still had no confirmation of if "Marty Deeks" and "Marty Brandle" from her past were one and the same. Deeks hadn't said anything in 10 minutes, since Amanda approached them, which was probably a new record. Kensi, who was riding shotgun, looked between Deeks and Amanda, wondering and worrying about how this thing was going to work out. Amanda was watching Deeks' every move. He kept his eyes on the road at all times, not even looking at Kensi.

"Where are you taking me?" Amanda asked finally. Kensi, not knowing where Deeks was going, looked at him.

"Boat house," Deeks said quietly and deeply. "Notify the team." Deeks turned onto a familiar stretch of road. Kensi started to dial Eric's number.

"What's the boat house? What team?" Amanda asked. Kensi hushed her, and brought the phone up to her ear.

"Eric, made accidental contact, bringing subject to boat house," Kensi said.

"Okay, I'll send Callen, Sam, and Hetty over there," Eric said.

"Thanks," Kensi said.

"How did it happen?" Eric asked. Kensi hesitated, and hung up, not knowing how to explain without using Deeks' name.

"They guys and Hetty will meet us there," Kensi said to Deeks. He nodded. A minute later, they pulled into a dark alley a block away from the boat house. Kensi and Deeks got out, Amanda didn't.

"Get out, Amanda," Kensi ordered.

"No," Amanda objected.

"Get out now," Kensi ordered once again.

"No, I'm not leaving this car until I know what's going on," Amanda declared, like she really had a choice. Kensi looked at Deeks, who nodded, and opened Amanda's door. Kensi reached over and unbuckled Amanda then pulled her out of the car. Amanda attempted to put up a fight, but realized it was no use. Kensi, holding Amanda away from the car, kicked the car door shut.

"Now, can you please act normal?" Kensi asked, obviously pissed off. Amanda, pissed off too, nodded and looked at Deeks, who covered the car with a dirty tarp. He looked at the two women and started walking towards the boat house. It was a quiet walk; Deeks in lead, Kensi and Amanda fowling a step behind. They entered through the side door. As they walked through the boat house, Amanda looked around. Deeks sat down at the table by the television and Kensi led Amanda to the interrogation room.

"Sit," Kensi said, and surprisingly Amanda did so. Kensi left without another word, and slammed the door behind her. Now was her best chance to talk with Deeks. She sat on the table next to him.

"So," she said. He didn't say anything. "Does she recognize you?" She asked. He didn't respond. "What are you thinking?" Still nothing. Kensi was becoming fed up with this. She punched his shoulder. That got him out of his unresponsive trance.

"What?" He asked. She stood up and walked away clenching her fists.

"Deeks..." she breathed. She walked towards him. "How is this going to work?" He shook his head.

"She has her suspicions, but she doesn't fully know who I am. When she knew me, my last name was... wasn't Deeks." he said. She nodded. "I was thinking about when we were younger. When my dad was... injured, she left just after that. Freshman year was a hard year for my mom and me, but it was better without my dad. He wasn't a good man. I haven't talked to her, actually talked to her, in 12 years," Deeks said, not making eye contact. As Kensi took it in, Hetty and the guys came in.

"How did this happen?" Hetty asked.

"We were outside, by the car, and I said Deeks' name out loud. Amanda had followed Deeks out and heard," Kensi said. Hetty shook her head at them.

"You must be more careful you two," she said. "As for you, Mr. Deeks, your cover has been blown," she said to Deeks, "you will no longer be a part of this case." Deeks stood to protest, but Kensi beat him to it.

"Amanda doesn't know it's him. She knows him by a different name. She hasn't seen him in over 10 years, she doesn't recognize him. Deeks is vital to this case. He's already in too deep," Kensi said, defending her partner. Hetty, surprised by Kensi's outburst, was quiet for a moment.

"Mr. Deeks, we'll disuse matters later, but as for now, you are still on the case," Hetty said, slightly glaring at Deeks through her thick glasses. Sam and Callen watch silently from the background. Hetty looked at her watch, and at that moment, the door opened. In came a man wearing a military uniform.

"Am I late to the party?" He asked.

"No, you're just on time," Callen said. "Kensi and Deeks, this is Charlie Brooks. He's our inside man."

"Call me Chip," Charlie said, shaking Deeks' then Kensi's hand. The adults sat at the table and discussed the details of the case.

"Cameron Simons and his team have been searching bars for the last few months for Amanda Clay. Her father was a cop who busted one of their buddies for drug use, which broke up their brotherhood. That was over twenty years ago. They killed him, and how they're after Amanda. They had been in The Viper Room many times, the last time being the first time they've had contact with Amanda. Saturdays are when they make their move, so in two days, we're going to catch them after they make contact with Amanda. Josh Pretch, the big mouth of the group, is the distraction. Oliver Jamerson is probably the least of your problems. Drake Gorgon is the one who'll try to cause a fight. Eli Westler is the leader. He will be the one that makes the move on Amanda. If anyone is killed, he'd be the one to do it," Chip said.

"How do you and I play into this?" Deeks asked.

"I'm part of that group, I was there the day Simons and Shores died. You will be the bouncer, also the one who makes the call to extract them," he said. "Sam, Callen, and Kensi will be part of the extraction team," he said. When they all understood the plan, Hetty went into the interrogation room. With two cups of tea.

"Hello, I'm Henrietta Lang, from NCIS," Hetty introduced herself, "You may call me Hetty."

"Okay, Hetty, what am I doing here?" Amanda asked. Hetty smiled at her.

"I'm just going to ask a few questions, then you're free to go, okay?" Hetty said calmly. Amanda nodded. "Here, have some tea," Hetty said, handing Amanda the cup. Hetty sat down.

"Thanks," Amanda said and skeptically took a sip of the tea, tasted it, then took another sip, satisfied with the taste.

"Okay, my first question is have you seen these men before?" Hetty asked, sliding pictures of the four men towards Amanda. She rolled her eyes.

"Yes, they come into the club every weekend. They bug the hell out of me, sorry," Amanda said, excusing her language. Hetty nodded.

"Now what can you tell me about your father?" Hetty asked. Amanda's face grew sad then angry.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because we think that he might have something to do with these men harassing you," Hetty replied.

"He was a cop, a good one. One day, he just disappears. I never learned what happened to him, no one knew, not even my mother. She died when I was 20, beaten to death by her boyfriend," she said. She looked at the men. She pointed to Westler. "That's him!" She announced, anger building inside her. Hetty nodded. She calmed Amanda down and asked a few more questions.

"This is my last question." Hetty said, noticing the tea was beginning to affect her. "Do you know this man?" She said, sliding over a picture of Deeks that no one seen before, except Deeks and Kensi. It was a picture of him and Monty on the beach. Deeks wondered how she got it, since Kensi took it with her camera. Amanda took another sip of her tea then studied the picture. After about a minute, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

"Marty Brandle," she whispered. Hetty walked behind Amanda and leaned down to speak into her ear. Amanda took the last swig of tea.

"No, this is Marty Deeks, LAPD detective that liaisons for NCIS. You've never seen him before in your life. You don't remember seeing him at the club. You will forget this face. You will forget the adult. You will only remember Martin Brandle as your childhood friend," Hetty said in a slow monotonous voice. "You will not remember this meeting. You will remember these men, but only from the club. You are to go home and sleep. You will go to work tomorrow and the next day as if they were normal. You will not recognize Marty at the bar. You will not know his name. You will not remember until I permit it. If you understand, nod your head," Hetty said. Amanda, who was in a trance, nodded hypnotically. "Now follow me out and into my car. I'll drive you home. Get some sleep," Hetty said. Amanda got up and followed Hetty outside. The team sat in confusion, wonder, and amazement until Hetty returned.

"How did you do that?" Deeks asked. Hetty sat down.

"I am good friends with people at the CIA. There are schools that educate young people on a life of spying. One of the schools has a teacher with whom I've known for a long time. On my last visit, she gave me some tea that wipes the memory clean of specific things you tell them. This is my first time using it, so I'm unsure of how affective it is. Hopefully, she forgets long enough for Mr. Brooks' plan to work," Hetty said. She smiled at their confused faces and left.

When the team got back to OSP and into the bullpen, Deeks spoke what everyone was thinking,

"Memory erasing tea? A spy school? Hetty has friends?"

"The CIA has been known for their interesting gadgets," Callen answered.

"And how do you think the CIA has such good agents? They almost have to start off young," Sam added.

"Hetty must have friends, she's got at least a hundred identities; why else would she keep them all?" Kensi said. They worked for almost an hour before noticing the time. They agreed to call it a night.

"It's going to be an early night for me," Deeks said. Kensi looked at him, but he didn't return the glance. An early night meant that all plans for that night are canceled. "See you tomorrow," he said, looking at Kensi, then he left. Kensi left in a huff after, hoping to sneak in a goodnight kiss, but he had already pulled out and left. She got into her car and drove home, passing Deeks' apartment on the way. She saw him open his door and get into his house. She had no alone time with him that entire day, and she at least wanted a proper good night, so she parked her car, locked it, and ran to his door. She knocked on it loudly.

"What?" He hollered at the knocker before knowing it was Kensi. "Oh, hi," he said. "What are you doing here?" He asked. She didn't know why she was there, or she couldn't pick one reason, so she stepped up to him and punched him in the shoulder. He led her inside.

"I don't know the answers to your questions, but we'll get through this. I promise," Deeks said. She smiled. He always knew what to say when she was like this.

"Good," she said, and he pulled her in for a hug.

"But I wasn't lying before," Deeks said. Kensi pulled away in question. " I'm drained, wanna sleep over?" He asked. She smiled and nodded. They got ready for bed, no funny business, just sleeping. If only the next two days would be that peaceful...