Double Standards

Chapter 5

"Why the hell are we at the marina? Hetty can't possibly think that we are going to be able to find one small little clue over this amount of space. I mean, does she think that there are anchors just laying around on the ground? Or does she expect us to jump in the water and dive to find the clue attached to an anchor?" Deeks questioned, causing Sam to roll his eyes.

"Come on, Deeks. Between the two of us, we have to be able to find the next clue. Let's put our agent and detective skills together and work this out." Sam encouraged.

Deeks shrugged, "We're not going to find anything. We have already been here for over an hour."

"Stop being so negative. We just have to look harder. What, you don't think you and your shaggy hair are capable of  finding one silly little clue? Come on, Deeks. I thought you were a detective?"

"I am a detective and I am very capable of finding the clue, but I'm telling you, it's not here. We have this all wrong." Deeks whined.

"Maybe not. I believe that yacht over there has flashing blue lights and I'm reading it as morse code." Sam stated.

"Sam, you're over thinking this. We just have to look at the big picture, here. We aren't going to win this, so why don't we just give up now."

"We are not giving up. Does the word 'Dovecote' mean anything to you?" Sam asked.

Deeks shrugged, "Should it?"

"I don't know. But I have a feeling, that what ever this 'Dovecote' is, that it is our next clue."

"Alright. So now what? We just sit here, until a meaning comes to our mind?"

"Nope. We look through the NCIS database, and see what we can find. This scavenger hunt, obviously revolves around the Navy and Marine Corps." Sam stated.

"Which must suck for you. You know, considering you're stuck with an LAPD detective, that knows very little about the Navy and Marine Corps."

"Don't be stupid. Come on, let's find out where or what this 'Dovecote' is."

While Sam and Deeks were stumped on the meaning of Dovecote, Eric and Kensi, had finally found the second clue, trying to figure out what exactly the words Eagle, Globe and Anchor meant.

Callen and Nell, however, were flying through, already up to their sixth clue.

"Hi, I'm Special Agent Callen, NCIS, and this is Intelligence Analyst, Nell Jones. We were told to come and see a Rob?" Callen spoke, to the director of the NSA, once they had arrived.

"Oh, yes. Ms Lange told me to expect her agents to come to me. I'm director Rob Gardiner. Nice to meet you both. Now, Ms Lange, wanted me to give you this. It is a crime scene report from about a week ago. That's all I'm supposed to tell you. Good luck." The man spoke, handing them a big yellow envelope.

"Thank you, sir." Nell spoke, taking the envelope, as well as Callen's arm.

"Come on, we have to figure out why Hetty would give us this. I don't want to be running around Los Angeles all day and night. And if there are in fact ten clues, we still have four to find. And who knows what stage the others are up to now." Nell spoke, dragging Callen away.

"Hang on, Nell. Excuse me, director Gardiner, have any other of Hetty's agents been here?" Callen asked, turning to the director.

"No, not yet. You're the first." The director replied, causing Callen to smirk.

"Great. Thank you, director. Oh and when the others come here, can you please not tell them that we have already been here?"

"Of course, Agent Callen. Good luck."