A/N: warnings for alcohol abuse, child abuse, and other things that haven't been decided (basically what's in Deeks' past and maybe then some)
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA
Someone Who Cares
Deeks wasn't even sure how they got here. And he's very good at keeping up with his teammates conversations. All he knows is that it's turning to him being the butt of a harsh joke.
"What about you Deeks? Got any fun memories with your parents?" Sam smirked at him. At this point the entire team know Deeks shot his father. They really don't know why though.
"Umm, yeah, actually I do,"
"Hmm, and what's that?" Kensi tilted her head ever so slightly, telling Deeks that she knew something. Internally Deeks scoffed.
"Put a bullet through my dad's arm. Twice," Kensi's face froze. Apparently her partner was keeping things from her.
"And why's that, huh? Because he forgot to take you to school? Guess what Deeks. Some of us got real problems. Look at me, I had no parents to take me to school." Callen's face was as stoic as ever.
"And I ran away from home because I couldn't stand to be in the same room as my mom," Kensi glared.
"And I lived in constant fear that my dad would be targeted. Despite how much I hated him at the time for not spending time with his family. Hell, I hated that he was pissed that I joined the Navy SEALS versus the Marines. But now, I understand why. And I hate myself for not realizing that I loved the old man sooner." Sam stared hard at Deeks.
"So what makes you so special?" Callen questioned.
"I've experienced all of that. Yes, I have hated my father, part of why I shot him. And I hate myself for it, and loving him all this time. Yes, I was homeless for part of my life. And I never really had anyone to walk me to school. Or even make sure I was fed. You don't even know half of the shit I've been through. Half of the fuckin hell my father put me through, or even why the fuck he did it. So if you think you're in a place to judge, you're more fucked up in the head than I am. In fact, let me show you,"
The team watched with wide eyes as Deeks started to take off his leather jacket. But before he could finish, he paused, "Before I show you the aftermath, and the result of what school did, I want you to see some of what my father did that explains why my hair is so long."
He turned around, and split his hair so the team could see his scalp.
What they saw was scars.
I abandoned this idea but didn't completely hate what I had already wrote so just decided to post this anyways. Also, I don't like making this a multi chapter, so it's back to a one shot, and I'm discontinuing three stories from AO3 because I have no interest in them anymore.
