Run.

Chapter 1

1978.

Annie sat and grabbed a washcloth off the sink and stripped the top off her brother and washed his torso and face.

She smiled as he wriggled and she changed his diaper.

She carefully placed him in her duffle bag and quietly left the house, She had it all planned, Mom and Dad were, as usual passed out from drink and drugs, Martin still suffered from the effects of his mothers addiction, he shook as a bout of craving hit his little body and he cried out in pain.

Annie adjusted the bag so she could see his face, "Shh, it's ok little brother." She said gently stroking his blond hair as his sad blue eyes looked up at her.

A police officer saw the nine year old girl talking to her bag, it was too early for a child to be up and she was too young to be out on her own, the child looked half starved and her clothes were threadbare.

"Hi there?" He said crouching down to the small blonde girl she looked at him her green eyes striking as she seemed so thin.

"Hi." She smiled.

Max Sciuto smiled at the little girl's happy face.

"What ya got there then?" he smiled at her expecting a kitten or a puppy.

"Marty…" Annie said opening the bag and showing the shocked police officer her little brother.

Max tried to hide his shock, "Do you want something to eat, ya look hungry?"

"I…Can we get some milk for Marty, momma said that it's all the little shit eats. I love him, he's soft, and momma says I have to look after him, but he doesn't like the milk in the bottles." Annie said a tear slipping out before she wiped it away angrily.

"Come with me, it's ok I'm a police officer, my name is Max, this is my partner, his name is Shane," Max said waving his partner over, "Shane this is?" He waited

"My name is Annie Parker and this is my little brother, Momma calls him Little shit, but I call him Martin the same as my friend at school."

Shane looked at the child and the baby, "I think Martin suits him just fine." He said.

Within the hour both children were cleaned and fed and sitting in a room in the police precinct as Fern Parker and Gordon John Brandel were brought in.

Fern was fighting the officers every step of the way, she just wanted her next fix, and she stopped as they passed the room with her children in. "My babies, you have my babies…..give them back!" She pleaded her eyes tearing up. "Please I need to see them at least." she begged.

The female officer nodded, "Just for a moment," she said and opened the door.

"Momma?" Annie said looking at her.

Fern walked up to her, "What did you tell them bitch." She snarled slapping Annie around the face.

"N….nothing momma, I just wanted to get Martin something to eat, he was hungry," She sniffed.

"Little brat is always hungry." She snapped.

The policewoman pulled her away from Annie. "Don't touch that child, child services are on their way here." She told them both as Fern was pulled from the room to join her boyfriend.

Brandel looked furious, "You are not taking my son away from me." He said, "I'll fight you in court."

"Mr. Brandel." Vikki Field snapped standing behind them, "If you want your children back, you will fight me in court, I am Ms Field, social worker for your children."

"Child, the boy is mine, dunno about the girl." He snarled, "You can do what you like with her."

The police officers led the pair of them down to processing as Officer Sciuto walked up to Ms Field.

"Ms Field, Can I have a word about Annie?" he asked, He told them how about he and his wife were trying to adopt, and how because she was deaf they were having trouble, and how they would love to foster Annie, if she would put in a good word for them.

Within a year all had changed, Fern Parker had disappeared having signed the rights away to both her children, Brandel had gotten a good lawyer and fought through the courts to have the parental rights signed over to him of his son, Annie had finally been adopted by Max and his wife Gloria and had her name changed to Abigail after Gloria's sister, Annie loved her new life and new name.

Within two years of struggling with a string of failed girlfriends, Gordon met back up with Fern, although she had promised to be better for their child over the years things got worse.

By the time he was eleven, Martin Brandel was yet again sitting in the back of a police cruiser, shaking with fear and covered in blood, his fathers.

His mother had been dealing at the house, as a drunken Brandel arrived home to find his wife's unique way of paying for her habit; Martin had tried to defend her. After Gordon had beaten his wife to within an inch of her life he had started on his son, the cause of his years of pain. Having remembered the pistol Ray had given him, he had run to his room, grabbed the gun and shot his father.

A combination of screams and gunshots caused neighbors to finally call the cops on the man they had thought had been abusing his son for years, Both parents were taken away, Fern by paramedics promising to kill either Martin or Gordon if she saw either of them again, and Brandel swearing he should have just let the boy rot in the system.

And the system was just where the scared eleven-year-old was headed.

Jack Deeks, child advocate lawyer blanched when he read about the injustices done to the boy whose file was currently sitting on his desk. He picked up the phone and called child services.

"Hi, I'm calling about Martin A Brandel…has he been placed yet?" That hadn't been his original question, but the photograph of the haunted looking child stared up at him from his desk.

He talked to the social worker for an hour and before he knew what he was doing he was standing outside the courtroom with his wife, Jane looking at a small, sad looking blond boy who was sitting next to an older kid in the waiting room.

"Hey kid, what ya name?" The older boy asked.

"Brandel. Martin A," He answered sadly.

"Marty, cool, is this ya first time?" the kid asked.

Marty nodded, "Do you think I'll get adopted?" he asked.

The boy laughed, "dunno kid," he said

"Are you gonna be adopted?" Marty asked.

The boy laughed harder, "Na, no one wants me kid. I float around the system; you have to have a name to get adopted anyway."

Marty's eyes went wide. "You don't have a name?!" he said in awe.

The boy shrugged, "Nope, just a letter, G." he smirked.

"That is so cool!" Marty grinned.

"Callen!" A social worker snapped and grabbed him by the collar, "How many times do you have to be told not to sneak out of placement hearings!"

Callen shrugged and followed the worker, "Yeah sure, see ya kid." He said and walked off.

Jack and Jane walked out and stopped in front of Martin. "Hi Martin," They said gently as they sat next to him.

"Marty," He replied, he had liked that name.

"Hey Marty, my name is Jack Deeks and this is my wife, Jane, we are going to look after you for a while." He smiled.

Marty looked at them, they looked nice. He held Jane's hand, "Can I call you momma, I always wanted a momma?" he asked, Jane bit back a sob as she nodded.

Over the years, Marty grew like a weed, on his fifteenth birthday the paperwork came through and he was officially adopted by Jack and Jane Deeks.

Opening a box from Child services he sat down to look at his records.

"DAD!" Marty yelled running down the stairs two at a time almost tripping over the dog, "Sorry Winston." He said as he ran to his father's study. "Dad!" he knocked and waited.

"Apocalypse?" Jack asked with a grin as his son stood at his door.

He looked him up and down, seventeen, lanky, blond haired which would not lie straight no matter what hair product was in fashion this week. Bright blue eyes and an infectious smile.

"Kinda…Dad…I have a sister?" he asked holding the file in his hand.

"Lemme see?" Jack asked as he looked over his paperwork. "It seems you do." He confirmed.

"Annie…Parker?" Marty Deeks looked confused.

"I think, different fathers, same mother, she is older than you son, it could be possible."

"Can I find her?" he asked.

Jack shrugged, "I can't see why we can't try, and did you talk to your mother?"

"Yes sir, she gave me the box."

Jack looked at his son, "Ok let's look at what we know and see if we can find some organizations out there to help."

Abigail Sciuto looked at her parents, signing as she talked she sighed, "But mom, I can't go all the way to California to school."

"Abigail Sciuto, you have a bright mind and UCLA offers the courses you want, besides, I got this, this morning in the mail."

"They found him?" she signed excitedly forgetting to talk as she was wont to do around her parents.

She read the details in the letter, "He's in high school and he wants to meet me." She grinned.

Max and Gloria hugged one another, "You should at least get in contact and meet up."

Abigail looked on the piece of paper, "I'll call him." She said running to the room with the normal house phone rather than the text phone they kept for her mother's use.

Three hours later, Abigail Sciuto and Marty Deeks were all about talked out, with promises of meetings to come and the idea of being siblings fully explored, both fell into their beds one in Los Angeles and the other in Louisiana tired but happy.

Abby had kept the fact she was adopted from everyone she now worked with, it wasn't needed. She had told Gibbs, he was now, since her parents had died the only parental figure in her life.

Marty Deeks her little brother, the LAPD cop, she was so proud of, was her own secret, sacred part of her life as she was his.

LAPD/NICS liaison officer Marty Deeks would never think of telling this new team he had joined about his sister, they had found out about his biological father, due to a shooting which he was told by the team he should have avoided. They saw him as nothing more than a replacement for another Agent who had died. He was not, or he didn't feel like he was a close enough member of the team to let them in on his family life. He had been with them three years and during that time he had lost both his parents, Jack had been killed in a drive by shoot out while protecting a 13 year old girl from a gang. Jane had died a few months later of breast Cancer. Both time Deeks had gone in with the intentions of telling his team, both times a snide remark by either Kensi or Sam stopped him from opening up, Hetty however had known what was happening and had respected his wishes and covered for him with the team.

Even Hetty however didn't know about Annie, Deeks reckoned she could have found out if he had left her a big enough clue, Annie had talked about Hetty, she had met her before Deeks joined the team, not being part of NCIS Annie couldn't tell him much, but she had said that Hetty was shrewd and if anyone would ever make the connection between them she thought it would be her. She told him about Callen, (The name struck a chord, but Deeks couldn't remember why) and Sam and Kensi and Eric, she had enjoyed her time in Los Angeles, not just because of seeing the LA team, but because, after she had been kidnapped and 'forgot' to tell her police officer brother, she got to spend a week with him before she went home.