This story is a result of totally my imagination. It's about Deeks' past and to understand you have to have quite an open mind, because, according to my story this could happen; according to the writers and producers, not so much! As you may already figured, I don't any of this characters, except for one. Well, I guess I only have to say 'Good ready'. Hope you like it!
One last thing: Pretty sure you all may know what is the "Big Brothers Big Sisters" organization. If you don't google it, it is super easy to find it. All this just to say that Deeks was a 'big brother' on this organization.
-Hi Christine. – He greeted a woman as he entered.
-Hi Marty. – The woman simply answered, which made Deeks distrust that she was holding something back.
-What's wrong, Christine?
-It passed two months. You knew what you were getting into when you became a big-brother. We all understand, including her that you don't have too much time, but two months?
-I know. I had some issues to take care.
-Well, she begged me, but we had to get her a new big-brother.
-Can you do something? – He said sadly.
-I may be able to pull some strings, but I don't guarantee you much.
-Do you know where she is?
-No. But I can guess that she's missing classes. Yes, – She anticipated, seeing that he was going to ask something. – she's lowering the marks, she's missing classes and she's closed again inside herself.
After taking a deep breath, he turned to the woman to farewell:
-Well, thank you Christine. I think I may find her.
-Then find her. She doesn't appear here that much. And I'm not even telling you what she done with the two previous big-brothers she got. I'll let her tell it to you!
He stopped near the beach, and inspected the place, like he knew that she would be there. And he was right. He approached a girl, in jeans and a checkered shirt in different tons of red, sat on the edge of the wall near the beach.
-Shorty! – He shouted. - Hey, shorty! – He shouted again.
The girl turned the head back fearfully, and when she saw Deeks, she ran to him and hugged him strongly. The teenager got up, she was probably less than 5'0'', not too much, but she was a bit smaller for her age.
-Damn it, your idiot! I thought you were dead! – She cried, breathing heavily and sobbing. - Dumbass!
-I was dead because I didn't visit you for two months?
-And because it ran the news that a LAPD detective had been shot at a convenience store. I went to Sundune and talked with Frank, to know if he knew anything, and he said it had been there…and it had been you. It passed two months and you didn't show up.
-Sorry shorty, I didn't know about it. – He gave her a kiss upon her head.
-Why didn't you show up? You could have call! Don't you know that the news spread?
-That's why I'm here today. Wh, what the hell happened to you? – Deeks took some hair from the front of her left eye that was black and swollen, extending to the forehead.
-I fell, that's all.
-There's something I need to know? Did you got into trouble? Was someone who did this to you?
-Hey, easy down, Marty. I fell…that's all.
-Why I'm not buying it?
-Can you trust on me please?
-I hate when you answer me with a question!
-Then trust me!
-Something else you have hurt?
-Nope.
-Listen up, I know you,-
-Alright, alright, Marty, enough with the chitchat and the protective talking!
-You're mad at me, aren't you?
-You were gone for two months! I've two different big-brothers in the last two months! I like you, even if you like it or not. I care about you, even if you don't give a damn about me. Now, just don't come to play a part just to fit it nice and make you look good!
-Shorty… - He regretted, feeling somehow wounded and guilty.
The teenager turned her face away.
-It's ok. – He said holding her arm and turning her against his chest, hugging her again.
-I'm sorry; I'm having so many troubles, Dee.
-I believe it; you're not a girl of crying. And when you call me the diminutive of 'Deeks', it is serious. I know you for three years, and you never shed a tear, even on the tougher moments. But I can help you it if you tell me what's going on.
-I can't tell you. – And she started to walk away.
-Ok, ok, come back. – He speeded up the walking to reach her. – Let's forget this talking. You'll me tell when you can, right? Because you trust me?
-Right. – She answered after taking a deep sigh.
-And for the record, I care about you, and I like you as well, sis. Or else, I wouldn't have given myself the trouble to come.
-I know.
-So, you're hungry?
-I'd say starving!
-Well, but good news, - He puts his arm around her shoulders. – I've talk with Christine, and she said she may be able to pull some strings and place me again as your brother.
-You've talk with Christine? – She said panicking. – What did she tell you?
-Enough. Missing school, isn't it mademoiselle? You're the future of America!
-Seriously? From LAPD detective to politician? You don't have guts for it!
Deeks entered the store, ignoring her provocation, and after a while, he came back with two burgers, a beer and a soda can. They sat near where the sea meets the sand, watching the surfers. She ate the lunch quickly and he, after also swallowing the well triturated bite of burger said:
-You remind me of Kensi. You remember her, right?
-Yeah, your partner. You talked about her so many times.
-When she's on an emotional crisis, she also eats like that! I don't even think she chews the food! But, you seriously remind me so much of her, you two look alike.
-Say the truth: she got you on your knees.
-She is a tough woman, kickass woman, not too crying woman but fragile on the inside, friend of her friend, God...- Deeks stopped to breath.
She smiled, seeing his goofy smile as he was talking about her.
-Deeks. – He said answering the call. – Ok, meet you there.
-Case?
-Yeah…Gotta go. – He kissed her cheek and exercised so much strength that made her lie down to her left side on the sand and he also fell partially over her. He had finally made her laugh heartily, and he laughed along with her.
-Will I see you soon? – She asked before he left.
-If it isn't for more, - He puts his sunglasses on her. – I'll come back for them!
What about the first chapter? Do you want some more? Don't you think this 'shorty' is a little suspicious? Tell me what's good and bad; I'm receptive to constructive reviews!