Hannah’s POV
I hate school. Like, really hate it. Monday mornings are the worst, especially ones like today. I had just gotten off the phone with my cousin Kensi. She’s an NCIS agent and I envied her like mad. All I wanted was to leave school, travel to America and enrol at NCIS but my parents wouldn’t let me. They had written of that side of our family years ago and, as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t just run away from them. I saw my friends Mimi and Emiliya and ran over to them. They didn’t know about that part of my life, the part that involves jumping over cars and shooting guns, and I intend to keep it that way. It’s really not that hard, I just never show them who I really am. I guess that’s the main reason I hate school so much, I can’t be myself. Like right now, running down the stairs. I mean, Kensi taught me how to jump down these in style, but instead I have to walk.
“Hey guys! What’s up?” I said cheerfully, putting all thoughts of the olden days to the back of my mind.
“Not much, how come you were late?” Mimi asked. I was talking to Kensi but I can’t tell them that.
“My alarm clock didn’t go off, sorry guys,” I apologised, they just nodded, buying my story, as lame as it was. Just then the bell went and we all trailed inside, just wanting the day to end. We sat down in the workshop and waited patiently for the register to be taken. When my name was called out, the teacher called me to the front and asked me to fetch him a screwdriver. I did as I was told and walked to the back room where all the tools where kept. I scanned the room, looking for the right one, when someone bumped into me. It was the new technician; my teacher had introduced him yesterday. He apologised quickly and leant over to help pick up the tools he had knocked over. A locket that was around his neck swung open and I gasped when I saw who was in the picture. Kensi. My mind started racing. Kensi was in America. She was a very secretive person and there was no way this guy, a workshop assistant, could ever get his hands on a picture of her. Not unless he was extremely close to her. And in that case, he would have to be an NCIS agent!
“Why is NCIS in England?” I whisper. He stops dead in his tracks and turns to look at me.
“Uh, WH, what?” he stuttered.
“I know your part of NCIS. How come your in England, or more importantly, why are you pretending to be a workshop assistant?” I repeated. He sighed and looked me in the eye.
“I’m actually not an NCIS agent but I’m close enough,” I racked my brain, trying to think about anything that Kensi might have said that would give me a clue as to who he is.
“You’re LAPD aren’t you?” He nodded, surprise washing over his face, “Wait a second, you’re Deeks?”
“Yeah I am, but how did you know that?” He asked, handing me the screw driver
“Your locket. Kensi is my cousin,” I told him. He froze momentarily, a mixture of expressions washing over his face before looking me in the eye again.
“Tell no one I’m here. No one. Understand?” I nod, before exiting the room and handing my teacher the screwdriver and sitting down again. When the bell went I gladly left the room, my mind racing. I walked with my friends to my next lesson. PE. A lesson I hate more than any others. Quickly, I pulled my PE kit on and sat down, waiting for the teacher to come and begin the lesson. I thought about everything my cousin had ever told me about Deeks. She was in love with him. I knew that much. I begin to wonder why he was here when the teacher walked through the door. And my jaw dropped when I saw who it was. Because it was Kensi. My classmates started looking at me funny so I shut my mouth and went up to talk to her.
“First Deeks, now you. What the hell is going on?” I said, watching as her face lit up when she saw me. Right then I didn’t care about any of this, I was just glad to see my cousin. And I could tell she was too. Back in the old days we were closer than closer, we told each other everything. But then her dad joined a Black Op team and my parents decided that they didn’t want anything to do with them anymore. So we packed up and moved out of America. Me and Kensi still talked, I mean, she is like, double my age, but that doesn’t mean anything to either of us.
