NCIS: Los Angeles - Mission: Assassination

Authorized Personnel Only

Kensi's POV

My eyes were focused on the computer screen, it was the middle of the night and I hadn't gone home yet, but was that really unusual? The bright light from the monitor reflected onto my face, illuminating my tired features in the dimly lit room as my fingertips glided across the keyboard. A yawn soon caused my jaws to part, and my hands retract as I lean back in the chair. "It is late, Miss Blye." The familiar voice of none other than the director breaks the dead silence that was attacking my eardrums in the office, my bicolored eyes shifting to meet the petite silhouette. "I could say the same." I hum gently with a small smirk of mischief spreading over both of our expressions. "Yes, something's kept my mind, you could say." Immediately I'm intrigued as she lays out the cream colored file labeled in big bold black letters "Authorized Personnel Only." As if my face says it all, she lets out a chuckle. "Open, this for right now is for your eyes and your eyes only. For right now that is. I'm assigning you a mission, Agent Blye." Hesitantly my fingers caress the corner of the file, as my eyes continue to study Hetty's visage before returning my attention to the cover of the file. 
"Just me?" 
"Well, for right now yes, it is your choice to keep it to yourself or share with whomever you choose to accompany you on this mission."
"Wait- you mean..."
"You've got time to think before you make your final call.. Lead Agent Blye."
A smile spreads on my face, excitement as well as nervousness fills my chest and begins to force my heart into a race, and my thoughts into a rampage. It takes me a moment to digest I've been given a mission to lead, before nodding with confidence.
"That's my girl... This file, it is dear to me. What's in that file is confidential, for the sake of my own heart. But no matter what you uncover, I know you will choose the right decision in the end." With that, Hetty turns and heads off, I almost call out to her to say goodnight but my eyes slowly shift to the file before me once more. My knowledge of the director is vast, but it seems whenever something is uncovered, you only find that there's another door to open behind that door, and another door behind that, and another behind- you get the point. 

My eyes skim the target page, taking in the name, and the appearance. Danikka Morgan Montenegro. Answers to Dani, Monty and River, the nickname River holds hidden meaning according to the text. The only information given on that is Hetty referred to the girl as River in younger years and it stuck. 
Hours pass as my attention doesn't seem to leave the lines, deep into the file now. The girl's past is blotchy, not much information except that there was some tragic event at her birth and she never met her parents. Hetty found the girl living in the streets, and took her in. The now director cared for Danikka, overseeing she got everything she needed- treated her like her own daughter. However as my eyes continue to travel deeper and deeper into the pages, I find that Danikka was ripped from Hetty rather literally, undercover members of the Taliban got into contact with the girl and recruited her as she was rather skilled in almost everything. She was smart, both having wisdom, intelligence, common sense, as well as knowledge on everything that made a perfect agent. Survival tactics, meaning combat, first aid, protection and defensive tactics. She was a tactics manager, knowing how best to run different movements according to the situation. Well skilled with fighting and guns, the girl was bright in every way. A sweetheart, according to Hetty. That was until she left with the Taliban.
The girl was made out to be a traitor, charged with treason and had a bounty on her head from the FBI, CIA, and every secret organization under American Soil- Including NCIS. Including us. The file dates back to 6 years previous which would have made River only 19 years old when she left. However what stuck out to me the most was the fact she had no past of wanting to help anyone other than the people around her- she had applied for the police academy... And was debating on heading into the military. It doesn't sit right with me that she was made a traitor, I personally believe something or someone forced her to leave- but right now I can't rely on my own beliefs. The facts are the facts, and it's up to me to bring her to justice.

"I told you man, the coffee is only suitable to California chicks- not you Deeks." Sam says as he, Deeks and Callan walk in side by side. My attention snaps to the clock on my computer, 9:12. "Jesus." I whisper and shut the file, sliding it into my side back as I rub my eyes. "Kensi, you're already here?" Deeks asks, and I can't help but let out a laugh of disbelief. "I don't think she left." Callan mutters, and soon the three of them are staring me down. "Uh- yeah right- no. I didn't leave, I just- I accidentally fell asleep at my desk after working late." I lie as I shove my other papers into my back, clicking off the sites on my computer before pushing the power button and standing. "You guys think you can deal a few hours without me? I need to- I gotta sleep." I tell another lie as I pull on my brown leather jacket, then slide on my messenger back. "Yeah, no problem. We'll call if anything comes up." Cal nods, giving me a pat on the shoulder. "Thanks guys." Before I leave I peck Deeks on the cheek before shuffling out. I need to shower, and get back down to getting all information I can about this file. Then maybe I'll sleep, I still need to choose who I'm taking with me.