Title: Camp Driftwood
Chapter: 1
Written On: April 17, 2015
Published On: April 18, 2015
Characters: Deeks, Kensi, Annie, Don
Intro: Hi everyone, I love NCIS: LA and I am so excited to be sharing my story with you. This is set when the characters are in there teens. I will be including the other charters as the story progresses. Be sure to stick around as the team navigates love and a summer to never forget. This is my first fan fiction, but I would love to hear comments and criticism. Enjoy!
A poster with a badge and gun hangs from the blue wall. A sticky note is pinned next to it. It reads: GOAL- Become a cop. A surfboard leans gently against a dresser. A shiny violin lies on the bed. Clothes litter the floor, along with trash, and a cereal bowl from breakfast; a typical teenage bedroom. 16 year old Martin Andrew Deeks, aka: Marty, was miserably packing his things. This week, he was heading off to Camp Driftwood. He sat on the old, crunchy carpet in his room as he packed.
"Marty? Are you done packing yet?" His mother Annie inquired.
Marty lifted his hand to his head, and with closed eyes, raked his finger though his shaggy, blonde hair, letting out a sigh.
"Almost, mom!" He yelled to her. "Mom, what if everyone hates me there?" He questioned.
"Yeah and what if they don't?" She replied quickly. "You will make friends and have a wonderful time! You might even meet a girl."
Marty and his mother always had a very open relationship with each other. After his father died in a car accident when he was five, she was all he had left. Annie decided not to remarry. She had loved her husband and she owed it to him.
"Yeah, I guess you are right. It can't be that bad." He said
He finished the last of his packing and then zipped up his suitcase, making sure to put the picture of his dad in the front pocket. He walked down the hall to the kitchen were his mother sat at the table, eating the rest of her breakfast. Marty looked like Annie, but he was a spitting image of his father Gordon. They were both tan and tall with bleach blond hair, blue eyes, and lean muscles. His hair was shaggy and hers long and wavy, a side effect of being in the ocean too often. They both surfed. His father had taught him at the ripe old age of 4, and he was a natural, even winning a few competitions here and there. They both missed Gordon very much; he was the sweetest, and also the funniest man Annie had ever known. She always said that Marty would inherit Gordon's humor, and she was spot on. Ever since Marty could talk, he would be making people laugh. He could go up to anybody, and instantly make friends with them. He was a blessing, the best a mother could ask for.
"I mean mom, I might even get my first kiss!" He said with a laugh.
"That's where I got mine." She said as she walked over to the refrigerator. "Marty, you are a catch! You are funny, handsome, and athletic. You're super nice, and smart too. There is no way you are not getting your first kiss."
He looked down at his feet. He thought to himself, 'Sure, whatever mom, you just have to say that to make me feel better.' He wasn't in any rush to get into a relationship. He would wait if he had to. His mother always said, "Love finds its way into peoples' lives Marty. Sometimes you find them, sometimes they find you. You just have to keep your eyes open."
"Plus, Ray is going! She said enthusiastically. "And you too have been attached at the hip since you were 5 years old, so that should be fun!"
"Yeah!" Marty said smiling. "I forgot that Ray was going!"
She paused and looked directly into his striking blue eyes while putting her hands on his shoulders.
"You will do great, I promise." She explained
"You promise?" He questioned.
"Yes, now go and get your stuff and put it in the car, or we are going to bed late!" She said with a motherly smile.
Marty ran down the hall, grabbing his suitcase in one hand and slinging his backpack over his shoulder with the other. He turned to his window, which looked directly out over the ocean. It was morning, so the sunlight streamed in continuously; the heat hitting his face. He touched the clean glass with the pads of his fingers. The window was open; he smiled as he breathed in the salty air.
"Everything is going to be ok." He said to himself.
Then, he walked down the hall, quickly bypassing the kitchen, and heading straight for the garage. When he got to the car, he popped the truck and put his suitcase back there. Then, he threw his backpack in the backseat and climbing in the passenger's side. His mom smiled at him and then rolled town the convertible top. The weather was nice and sunny, so she figured why not.
"I'm going to have a good summer after all mom, so don't worry about me too much, ok?"
"Martin, I have and always will worry about you. It is my duty to worry about you. Unless you are duct taped to my side, I will continue to worry about you for the rest of your life." She said and Marty let out a smile.
"Alright, whatever mom." He said
She backed out of the driveway, and they both put on their sunglasses. Then, she turned the car and pulled out down the road, turning on the radio. Marty turned his head and watched as the ocean disappeared out of view.