The creative juices are flowing in my little head at the moment. Here is brand new story for you! Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: All NCISLA characters don't belong to me.
CHOICES
CHAPTER 1
It was a cool, crisp morning as Marty Deeks paddled through the blue choppy seas at his favourite little bit of the California coast. It was a quiet little beach, where not many surfers came thinking the waves didn't roll too well here sometimes, but Deeks loved it. Out on the open water, Deeks sought solace and peace from torturous nightmares and re-living of cases in his mind, it could all be washed away with the changing tides. He knew he couldn't wash the memories and pain away just by coming out here surfing, but it just made it easier to suppress and forget, at least until night fell when the visions would come flooding back.
Deeks looked at his water proof watch and decided he better start heading to shore. He saw a wave start to form and quickly paddled to keep up with it, before he effortlessly in one swift motion stood astride the board and rolled with the wave to the beach.
As he jogged to where he left his towel, he glanced further up the beach to see something near the water's edge, the small waves splashing over it. Curious, he gathered his belongings and decided to go check it out. 'Perhaps it's a beached dolphin or small whale' he thought as he trudged through the wet sand to reach it.
Deeks gasped as he neared it. The sight of the teenage girl laying there face down, dead was shocking. Her hair was blonde, straggled wet across her face. Deeks gently turned her onto her back, brushing the wet hair from her eyes. 'God, she must be 14 or 15' he thought, shaking his head. The girl had been abused by the look of her injuries. There was bruising on her wrists, her lips swollen and cut and angry looking bruises on her arms and stomach.
Tell-tale signs of a sexual assault that Deeks had seen too many times in his role as a police detective were staring back at him. Each time he had come across a case of such abuse, it shook him to the core. Painful memories of an abused childhood reached the surface of his mind, threatening to explode.
Deeks pulled out his cell phone and first dialled LAPD, alerting them of his discovery. A quick glance at his watch told him to next call Hetty to tell her he'd be late. He heard the phone dial and was prepared for the tongue lashing he was expecting from Hetty about his tardiness…
OPS CENTRE
Callen approached Hetty's desk apprehensively with reports in his hands. He waited until she looked up, and then handed over the files.
"Well Mr Callen, I'm glad you finally took my advice to finish those reports that are well overdue I might add". Hetty said.
"It was the thought of what you threatened me with if I didn't get onto them that finally pushed me Hetty" Callen replied.
"Ah so my threat of pinning you up on the wall in the gun firing room so I could use you as target practice did the trick"
"Death by Hetty is not how I imagined going out" Callen smiled.
"A good decision Mr Callen", Hetty nodded as her cell phone buzzed on her desk and she picked it up to answer it, "Mr Deeks, I was wondering if you forgot it was Monday…"
"I'm sorry Hetty, but something's happened"
"Are you okay Mr Deeks?" Hetty asked.
"Yeah I'm okay. I was surfing this morning and when I came into shore, I noticed something further up the beach, so I took a look to see what it was. Hetty it was a young girl, about 14 or 15 years old, washed up dead on the beach. She has some pretty horrible bruising and it looks like she was sexually abused too. I've called LAPD; they're here now, taking my statement. I'll be in as soon as I can Hetty".
"I see. Well keep me updated Mr Deeks and I'll see you when you can" Hetty said, disconnecting the call.
"Hetty?" Callen asked, his interest piqued.
"Mr Deeks is fine, Mr Callen. He was surfing this morning when he found the body of a young teenage girl washed up dead on the shore. It looks like she was physically abused. Mr Deeks is relaying his discovery to LAPD as we speak" said Hetty.
"Who's the girl?" Callen wondered aloud.
"We don't know. She could be a runaway who got into trouble possibly. We'll know more after LAPD conducts a search on her"
"If you hear anything, will you let me know Hetty?" asked Callen.
"Yes Mr Callen, I will. In the meantime I see quite a few more files in your inbox"
"I get the hint" Callen grinned as he walked back to his desk.
"You okay G? You got that look you always get when we're trying to figure out who's the bad guy to catch" Sam chuckled.
"I don't make a face…do I?" Callen frowned.
Kensi smiled, "Oh yeah, we're quite used to seeing it aren't we Sam?"
"That's why I can beat him at poker. His face gives him away every time" Sam smiled.
"You beat me at poker because you cheat Sam. Hetty just got a call from Deeks. He was surfing this morning when he found a dead girl's body washed ashore not far from where he was surfing"
"Oh that's horrible" gasped Kensi, "Is Deeks okay, Callen?"
"Yeah Hetty said he sounded a bit shaky, but he's okay. Apparently it looks like the girl was abused. I guess any abuse cases have got to be hard on Deeks. I know we don't know everything about Deeks' childhood but from the little bits he has told us, I'm guessing this wasn't pretty"
"I suppose it's an LAPD investigation so it's out of our hands?" Kensi asked.
"Yep, but there may be a way we can find out details about the girl"
"G?" Sam looked at his partner confused.
"Rose, at the morgue".
Okay so let me know what you think and if I should go on with it. Reviews would be great too! Much love xxx
