A/N Yes I know another one, but this one kept me up last night, I was in two minds whether to post of not considering I am finishing off the others, but with a little shove from the Tweeps here it is.

Disclaimer, I own nothing...really I'm broke completely! don't' even own my shoes! lol.


A tear for the girl.

It had been three months since Deeks' last undercover operation for LAPD, he had been injured and had taken another three weeks off after that to recuperate. Coming back to NCIS had been a wrench for him.

Nothing had been said his first day back, Kensi had looked up given him a smile and a nod in the direction of the box on his desk with a doughnut inside and a coffee next to it, which he had appreciated. Sam had just looked at him and continued with his paperwork and Callen had actually come over and welcomed him back.

Easing himself into his seat he took out the first of the stack of paperwork he had to go through and opened the first file as Hetty turned up.

"Mr. Deeks, it is nice to see you back, is everything alright?" she asked.

Deeks nodded, "its fine thanks Hetty."

"Good, good…Oh Mr. Deeks, your change of address forms for HR, I'll need those completed and on my desk by the end of the day." She told him.

Deeks nodded and opened another file.

"You've moved?" Callen asked.

"Gotta keep up security, right Sam, take different routes in, move occasionally…can't leave myself open now can I." There was no malice in Deeks' words but there was an underlying sadness.

"That's a good idea Deeks; you can't leave yourself open, even if you are only responsible enough to look after yourself."

Deeks looked at Sam and opened his mouth to say something and thought better of it. "I'll take these forms to Hetty,"

Callen looked at Sam, He was not sure why his partner hadn't taken to Deeks as easily as he had Dom, but he knew soon he would have to ask if it didn't work itself out first.


As Deeks walked into Hetty's office she offered him a cup of tea, "How did you get on…Is she settled in?"

"Yeah, I've enrolled her in UCLA, she's picked her electives," He chuckled, "She's really smart…God knows where she got her brains from."

Hetty picked up her cup, "And she's accepted your relationship?"

"Yeah, she's still trying to look after herself and I don't want to discourage it too much, but she knows she can trust me and rely on me to be there for her." He sighed he wished his team had that much trust in him.

"Have you told the team?" Hetty asked.

"No, and I won't be," Deeks said resolute.

Hetty nodded understanding even though she didn't like it.

"And her case with LAPD?" Hetty asked.

"She still has to testify against Mendez next month, but after that we should be done, It will be a wrench for her, but if I had known, I would never have let her grow up there. It's a wonder she's as well adjusted as she is."

"That's good to know Mr. Deeks. I would like to contribute to her college fund if I can?" Hetty asked.

Deeks smiled, "We're fine, I have it all in hand."

"Very well if you need anything please let me know, you don't have to do this alone." She said as Deeks stood up.

"That's exactly what I have to do." He said and walked upstairs as the rest of the team gathered in OPS.


Deeks joined the rest of the team as they filed into the ops room.

"We've had a report of a known arms dealer coming into LA." Nell told them.

"That's new!" Sam joked.

"This is linked with an ongoing LAPD Case," Nell told them, "It's been passed to us because a local Naval Admiral and a lawyer have been killed in a drive by shooting linked to this man and the Reseda Red Gang."

Deeks looked at the face of the man coming into LAX and walked out.

Within moments the team could hear shouting down from Hetty's office,

"YOU TOLD ME HE WAS DEAD!" Deeks yelled at Hetty.

Within Seconds Callen had bounded down the stairs and was stood in between them.

"Calm down Deeks, do you know who he is then?" Callen asked.

They both ignored him as Hetty turned sadly to Deeks, "I didn't know, all the information I had said he died in 1994."

"I swear to God Hetty, If he find us, I'll kill him," The team were taken aback by the anger in Deeks' voice this was totally out of character for him.

"Deeks?" Kensi placed a hand on her arm.

"Get the hell off me!" He snarled he stormed over to his desk and grabbed his gun.

"Mr. Deeks you are to stand down!" Hetty ordered,

"BITE ME!" Deeks retorted, "Call Bates, tell him, You let us down Hetty, If you want me I'll be tracking the son of a bitch down and putting a bullet in his head!"


The others went to follow him, "Stop," Hetty ordered, "You would all be best served in dealing with this case." She knew she couldn't break Deeks' confidence but she could point the team in the right direction,"

"Mr. Callen and Mr. Hanna, talk to Nell for the rest of the details on the case. Ms Blye I have a job for you." She said.

Kensi walked up to Hetty, "I can go and talk to Deeks, but whatever it is about that man that is upsetting him, I don't think he will talk to me."

Hetty sat back at her desk.

"No Ms Blye, I would like you to go to UCLA on protection detail." She brought a file up on her laptop.

"A Miss. Jennifer Brandel she is a junior at UCLA, The man on the video was Gordon John Brandel, her father."

Kensi nodded, "OK Hetty is this why Deeks was so worked up does he know Brandel? I do remember him mentioning that name when he was shot, wasn't he on the list of suspects?"

"Yes he was." She replied.

"Ms Brandel is eighteen years old and is a witness in the trial of Manny Mendez; she was raised in the Reseda Red Gangs compound from a young age, until Mr. Deeks' last assignment when he rescued her."

"Ok I'll go pick her up, Should I take her back to the boat shed?" Kensi asked.

"No, she can go home, but you will need to stay with her," Hetty said.

"Ok" Kensi replied and left to get her.


Jen picked up the last of her books and headed to the bus stop, she had hoped for a lift but after making a phone call and not getting a reply she had resigned herself to getting the bus home again.

Just as she left the building she was stopped by a woman with a badge.

"Jennifer Brandel?"

Jen nodded "Yeah?"

Kensi smiled "Agent Kensi Blye NCIS, I'm here to take you into protective custody."

"Why?" Jen asked as her cell phone rang. "Hold on." She put her books down, "Hey Hetty? Yeah, she's one of yours…is he hurt?" She asked instantly worried but her face brightened after a moment. "Yeah ok, no problem, When you talk to him, tell him I'm ok and…tell him I love him." She smiled as the call disconnected.

Kensi confused by the call handed the books back, "So you ok to come with me now?"

"Yeah," Jen said she followed Kensi to the car and put her earbuds in. "You have the address?" Jen asked.

Kensi nodded and not more than twenty minutes later they pulled up in front of a small house with a neatly kept front lawn and a little white picket fence.

Walking up to the door Jen turned to Kensi. "You ok with dogs?" she asked.

Kensi smiled "Yeah, my partner has one."

"Cool." Jen opened the door and they walked in.

The house was sparsely but nicely furnished like whoever lived there didn't get a high wage but cared about what they owned.

Jen walked into the kitchen. "You want a coffee?" she asked.

Kensi smiled she was beginning to like this girl.

"Please"

Jen put the pot on and then grabbed a dog bowl.

"MONTY!" she called.

Kensi turned and stood dumbstruck as Deeks' dog walked into the kitchen and proceeded to eat as Jen carried on oblivious to the crushing pain Kensi was feeling.