NCIS:LA ~ Murphy's Gambit

White Rage...Fiery Wrath

0500 hours, Saturday Morning...

"Everything is in place, sir."  The man purred into his burn phone.  "The first device is set to detonate in one hour."

"Is it Cobalt?"  Marcus asked.

"Negative."  He replied.  "The first five are standard chemical explosive devices, Marcus...to get their attention."

"Excellent."  The leader replied.  "Are they sequentially tethered?"

"Affirmative, Marcus."  His bomb maker said.  "Set to go off every fifteen minutes around Los Angeles proper."

"Well done, David."  Marcus complimented.  "Are the Cobalt devices placed?"

"As ordered.  Set to cascade one every hour until our demands are met."  David replied. 

"Very good, brother."  Marcus said with deep satisfaction.  Years of planning were about to come to fruition and his dream of cleansing his nation of the inbred, unwashed inferior races that had defiled her was coming true and he would see it to the glorious end...no matter the cost.

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Kensi's eyes fluttered open carefully.  She remembered drinking way too much alcohol last night; now her head pounded right behind her eyeballs.  Snapping her eyes closed, she snuggled closer into the warm body cozied up next to her on Callen's couch.

"Good morning sunshine."  Marty Deeks purred softly with a sleepy baritone voice.  "Did you sleep good?"

"Yes I did, as a matter of fact."  Kensi replied, her voice barely above a whisper.  "Though my head feels like it's packed in cotton, right now."

"I told Callen I would make us a breakfast guaranteed to cure our hangovers."  Deeks said.  "Starting with coffee.  Care to join me?"

"As long as we do it right around a whisper."  Kensi replied.  "My head can't take loud or bright right now."

"Cooking breakfast by candlelight is quite romantic, Fern."  That won a punch to his shoulder from his partner. 

Grunting softly from the blow, Deeks smiled at his hungover partner and skulked to the kitchen to start the coffee; his wounded shoulder still tingling down to his finger tips.

"Ow..."  Came Deeks delayed response to the punch.  "I'm too sleepy to ask you what I did to deserve that punch."

"I'll give you four reasons."  Kensi grated.  "F...E...R...N...need I say more?"

"Those aren't reasons, those are letters and they spell my most favorite name in all the universe."  Marty retorted as he moved out of range for another strike. 

Kensi's heart melted at Deeks' sweet reply and allowed his quip to slide by without retaliation.  Instead, she walked into his loving embrace and held him close; his soft lips kissing the top of her head.  Without further delay, Kensi and Deeks began the quiet process of making breakfast for the rest of their team still in various states of sleeping.  

Emerging first at the intoxicating smell of freshly ground, freshly brewing coffee, Clay Barringer walked up like a pauper begging for alms on a street in London; soft puppy eyes gazing helplessly at his counterparts.  Kensi giggled lightly as she took pity on the poor man and poured him a fresh, scalding cup of coffee.  Savoring the delightful smell, Clay stumbled over to the counter to indulge in his cup of heaven as it seared his esophagus mercilessly; a soft sigh escaping his body as he embraced the warmth of his drink as it filled him.