Requiem for the boy

Chapter 4

Carl Johansen sat in the interview room in the boatshed, knowing his wife was in the room across the hall.

He had no idea why NCIS would have pulled them in…scratch that he had an idea, he just wasn't sure. But when the two Agents came for them they went willingly, if it could help find the killers of their beloved son then it was worth it. But Carl wasn't totally focusing on the case. The detective that had been at the house earlier rattled him, he knew about their daughter, the things they hadn't told others. He seemed too young to have been on the case originally and he seemed emotionally invested in it. His reaction to his daughter's picture had told him that.

He hoped that the detective had maybe picked the case as a cold case to further his career and had just gotten caught up in the facts.

But his gut told him that might not be true; he needed to talk to the detective again, alone without his wife harping on in his ear.

"So Mr. Johansen Is there any chance that your son could have been kidnapped for anything your company is working on?" Callen asked.

"I'm sorry Agent…?" Carl started.

"Callen," Callen supplied.

"I would rather talk to that young detective we spoke to earlier." He said "I would feel more comfortable."

Callen looked at him and stood up and walked out the door to find Kensi and Deeks watching both rooms on the plasma.

"You supposed to be here?" Callen asked Deeks as he grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge.

Deeks nodded, "Hetty said it was ok, they don't know who I am and it shouldn't conflict with the case at all, in fact if it wasn't for the picture I wouldn't have remembered who they were." He admitted.

"The guy…Johansen, wants to talk to you, says he finds you more comfortable to talk to." Callen said.

"I'll talk to them both if you want; maybe my charm will get something out of Mrs. Johansen." Deeks grinned.

"Ok we'll let him sweat a little take her first, you never know the old Deeks charm might come up with something." Callen said wanting to show Deeks he hadn't lost faith in him. "We'll be right here if you need us."

Deeks grabbed the file and a bottle of water and walked into the room with Frieda Johansen, "Mrs. Johansen, in the last few months have you had any unexplained phone calls or letters, any feeling of being watched?" Deeks asked being friendly and placing a bottle of water in front of her.

She looked at the water as if it were filthy and moved back from him, "I know who you are…You looked the same as you did then, I will not have you in the same room as me," She got up and walked to the door.

"I'm sorry? Mrs. Johansen, I really need you to…." Deeks started and she threw the bottle at him,

"I saw the way my husband looked at you, I know he figured out what you were, and you're running around pretending to be a cop now. Do your partners know what you are, do they know you're the spawn of a rapist, you're probably just as bad as him, have you raped that pretty little thing of a partner yet." Deeks was shaking as Kensi came in and grabbed him out.

"You're a foul mouthed, evil woman," Kensi snarled, as she helped Deeks out of the door.

Stumbling Deeks leant against the other door as Kensi looked at him, "You good Deeks?" she asked.

He nodded once; he wasn't really but didn't want to upset her.

"Good," Kensi said and stormed into Frieda's room to tell the woman a few home truths.