So here we are…the sequel to 'Say something'. So many of you favored, followed and reviewed it and asked to write more because they wanted to know what's going to happen to Deeks and the rest of the team. Honestly I hadn't thought about writing more than this one shot but then I added a second chapter and realized I want to write more. Well this sequel begins a few months after 'Say something' ends so I thought it's better to start a new story. I already have rough storyline but need to definitely work it out what could take some time.
Also I'm looking for a beta reader right know because my english isn't THAT good. But I'm brave enough to give you a little bit so you know what you can expect.
I know it's not much but I hope you like it.


It was three in the morning and he wasn't sure why he was standing in front of this house. It was dangerous and he knew it. The darkness and quiet of the night comforted him. It made him calm down and a little bit relax. After a deep breath he walked to the dark house where a happy family was sleeping to destroy this peaceful time at least for one person of the family. He ringed at the door and waited. And realized what he had done.
No he couldn't do it, it could destroy everything he worked for. His hands gotten sweaty, his breathing heavier and he could hear the blood rushing in his ear. The beginning of a panic attack. Pictures of the last months flashing through his mind, causing tears rising in his eyes and blurring his view. He turned away to go, to stop himself from a mistake when he hears a well-known voice call out his name.
"Deeks?" Sam asked confused. "Is that you?"
Deeks voice was shaking when he answered "I-I'm s-sorry I shouldn't h-have come. I-I just g-go."
"Wait it's like three in the morning, you ring me out of the bed, I haven't seen or heard from you in months and then you just want to go." Sam couldn't wrap his head around what was happening in the middle of the night in front of his house. But when he looked closer he saw something that really worried him.
Marty Deeks' standing there in the middle of the night with his whole body shaking. One hand covering his mouth and the other in his windswept hair, tears were slowly running down his face that was covered with bruises. He knew something was wrong, something must have happen, something that broke Deeks.