Kensi POV
This case is destroying me.
We've been on it for a few days but found nothing, nothing that will lead us to where the poor, frightened boy is being held. We have no idea who took him. Mr. Hall has come home to be with his wife, and wait for us to fail. I know it sounds negative, but I really don't know if we'll find him. Though I keep trying to tell the parents that it'll be ok. Deeks, Eric, Nell and I are in ops.
"Uh... Guys? Guys! We've just been emailed something. A video." Says Eric. We all stop. We were not really doing anything, but we just stop. My breath hitches at what this implies.
"Of the boy?" Hetty asks. "Is the video of the boy?"
Eric silently nods.
We call Sam and Callen up and watch as the video is out up into the screen.
Oh my god.
A small boy sits on a chair with his arm tied to it. His head in slung down and he's whimpering to himself. He's clothes are all torn and he's covered in blood and bruises.
"What kind of a monster would do this to a child?!" Callen asks, furious.
"That kind of a monster." Deeks says as the video plays and a figure walks onto the screen. He's holding something. A knife.
Oh god.
I quickly whip my head to the side so I don't have to look. I can still hear, though. Everyone else is watching so intensely that they don't see Deeks put his arm around me to comfort me. I hear an awful noise. The boy is screaming. It was a horrible noise that I never want to hear again. It was a mixture of agonising pain and fear. Tears brim my eyes and a small whimper escapes my lips.
"Hello my agent friends. I have little Toby here. I think he needs a bandaid." Says a voice. I turn my head back to the screen and see a figure with a black ski-mask. I decide to be brave and look at the poor boy. He is cut up, bruised, bloody and not to mention, sobbing. His arm looks like it was bent backwards. Broken. God, would I love to break the neck of whoever is doing that to a child. "Do not try and find him or I will cut off his limbs. Have a good day!" They smile evilly and the screen goes black. My tears spill over, silently.
"When was that video recorded Mr. Beale?" Hetty says.
"Uh, yesterday. What kind of person would have the capability to do that to a kid?!"
"A psychopathic criminal. Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok. Let's recap what we know." Callen says.
"They say they want revenge, so the Hall's probably did something that really pissed them off." Deeks says.
No one says anything else for a minute.
"That's all we know? Well that and that whoever is doing this is a psychopath if they were capable to do that to a child." Sam says. "If that was my daughter I would be demanding, no, furiously demanding that something be done!!"
"Guys, I got something. The room the boy was in didn't have any windows, so we can't see where he is, but there was a very, very faint noise in the background that I enhanced. The sound of a sprinkler-" Eric starts.
"A sprinkler?! So many houses have sprinklers, what good's that going to do?!" Callen says.
"The sound many sprinklers. This is not just a house sprinkler, this is somewhere big. Like an entire greenhouse or something." Eric finishes. He types something and has a disappointed sigh. "There are 8 greenhouses nearby, let alone outside of Los Angeles." We all copy what Eric did before and sigh, disappointed, angry.
It really will take forever to find this boy.
If we find him.
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