Yeah... I'm starting a new story. Consider it my attempt to get over the hiatus.
Basically this is a bundle of drabbles about how Marty Deeks life would look like if he had two sisters and a cute little niece who are all living with him. Give it a shot!
This is set before Hand to Hand, the first episode in which Deeks appears.
It was a quiet evening. Marty Deeks, a twenty-seven-old undercover cop, sat at home reading a book together with his two sisters Alexandra and Rebecca. On the floor, next to him, also his niece Lily sat. In the background classic music played.
It was an evening like many other, but still Marty enjoyed it greatly. He loved being around his three girls. Here he could be just himself. Not a lawyer, not a cop, not any of his undercover personas. Just Marty Deeks.
The one-year-old Lily suddenly started babbling. Marty looked up and smiled. The little girl couldn't really form words, but still she was very chatty. She had blond hair and blue eyes, a typical Deeks, as Becca would say. She looked exactly like her mother, what made Marty smile every time he looked at her. He remembered Becca at this age. They were so similar. Sometimes it hurt Marty, too, because Becca was so young. She was only 17 years old and already a mother. That idiot who had made her pregnant only lived because Becca had told Marty that he wasn't worth the trouble.
Lily's babbling soon brought Marty back into the present. He exchanged amused smiles with his sisters over the babies head. Lily was always able to make everyone smile.
Marty engraved this picture in his heart. Tonight he was going to go undercover, once again. Don't get it wrong, Marty loved his job. He really did. But he also loved his family, his three girls, and going undercover meant that he wouldn't be able to see them for at least two weeks. Whenever he was undercover, he lived in another house. He couldn't bring any reminders of his family then, not call them, not even have a book his cover persona wouldn't read. It was just to risky otherwise. It could always be that a bad guy searched his apartment and then he would be screwed.
It was Marty's worst nightmare that maybe one day his sisters and his niece would be targeted because of him. Alex would be able to defend herself, he knew that. Alex was an FBI-profiler and she was the kind of girl that definitively didn't take shit from anyone, but Becca and Lily... Becca was studying information technology at an university here in LA. As the little sister of both a cop and an FBI-agent she did know some trick and she was able to use a gun, but still she was a seventeen-year-old girl with a one-year-old daughter. Marty really worried for her sometimes. Becca had a sunny mind and often appeared care- and fearless, something he knew she had from him. But unlike him, Becca trusted quite easily. She had been only one year old when their father had gone to jail. She didn't remember him.
"When do you have to go?" Alex asked.
"In about two hours." He answered. He would be going undercover in a fight club, something that had been planned for the last two weeks. Alex knew exactly when he would go, but he smiled at the question. Alex sometimes felt the need to show him that she cared. Unlike him and Becca, she often didn't appear sunny and careless. Instead, she seemed to be hardened and uncaring. Not many people knew that she was anything but.
In two hours he would leave this house, his home. Alex would quietly hug him, knowing this could be the last time she saw him alive. Lily would hug him, too, but she wouldn't understand what was going on. Becca would look him into the eyes and ask him to be careful, and he would tell her not to worry, that he was always careful. It was always like that. This goodbye somehow was a symbol to them. It was the point where he would leave Marty Deeks behind. He would go to his undercover house, change, and then he would become his new alias, in this case a wannabe material arts fighter named Jason Whyler.
But not now. He had still two hours left with his family. He smiled at them and enjoyed the feeling of being around them.
AN: So, yeah, it's short and I'm not sure about it. Shall I continue or is there no one who would read it?