This is my first fanfic (first time i ever publish something self-written). And i would be very happy if you would tell me what you think of the story & my writing. Thank! & have fun reading.
Deeks came home a few minutes ago and Monty is still all hyper on him because he's so happy to see him. As Deeks is sitting on the couch with the TV on he's thinking about the case they just finished.
When they realised they had to steal the detecting device back from the russians it was easy for all of them to decide that they were all in on it, even if it could mean they'd all lose their jobs. That is who they were – a family, and when it came to decisions like that it was always easy, even if it could have enourmous consequences.
He started to get carried away, and thought about how he came to be a cop in the first place. And how lucky he was to have met kensi in an undercover OP that, after all, made him join NCIS. He loved making the world a better place and he really loved having such a great team, even the teasing he always had to deal with was something he wouldn't want to miss. But then the memories of the capturing came back as he thought about all the bad guys they put away, one of them being Siderov. He felt how his mood started to change, how he felt weak from the inside and how he started to doubt himself again.
Since he was tortured Deeks knew something inside of him changed, he was never sure if he really was strong enough to live on the way he did, to overcome all that. Work was ironically the one thing that helped him deal with everything. It was hard in the beginning, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to save the people he loved if he didn't even manage to save himself from Siderov.
After the first case he was working on again was finished, he remebered something important. That moment after they cought the ciminals, that moment when the whole team is standing together, and every one of them knows they just did something to make the world a better place, that is what will get him through everything – that and Kensi.
„And here we go again!" he said to Monty who was now laying on the couch next to him. „Like so often" he thought to himself „I'm sitting here alone, letting my thoughs wander, and no matter what I think about I always end up thinking about Kens.."
He didn't really sleep well that night, because of a terrible nightmare of the torturing woke him and he was soaked with sweat. It was close to 5 am so he decided to stay awake. On the one hand because he was afraid that the dream might appear once he was asleep again, and on the other hand he decided to seize the opportunity and go surfing this morning.
