A.N.: Hey guys! So, I have this fanfic in PT-BR, but many people ask me to translate for English! So here I am, with my very first fanfic in English! Just remember, English is not my birth language. I'm sorry any mistakes!
DISCLAIMER: NCIS LA and characters are not mine. Just a few original characters from this fanfic are actually mine.
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"He was threatening you with a shotgun. It was self-defense."
It's already over a year since the convenience store's incident. The only memories of those days is the two scars of the shoots he was victim. When he was hospitalized on Pacific Beach Medical, Hetty hand over him a file with the latest informations about Deek's father. He knew Hetty was right, but still he couldn't understand the reason for so many...cruelty. The man he called "dad", wich he loved and hoped to receive the same feeling...never ever even talked to him. Not a single dialogue.
The young detective knew it was not his fault. Deep inside he was sure of it. He just want to understand. Have answers. It was his right as Gordon's son...
"Gordon died in 1998 in a car accident."
Hetty knew him very well. Say the words "I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Deeks" didn't relieve the pain because the real loss happened during his whole life, and not only because the death of his violent and alcoholic dad. Unfortunately none of this was enough to silence the loud voice inside the detective's head. He only want some peace.
His life is now back to normal. Well, at least the "normal" Marty exerience with his day-by-day. He returned to work as a liaison between LAPD and NCIS. Once in a while he didn't appeared on NCIS bullpen due his work as LAPD undercover agent. For sure he always told Hetty when he was not able to work with Callen's team and called whenever was possible.
That week, luckily, wasn't a "disguising" one. He worked almost exclusively with NCIS and the only duty on LAPD was finish the reports about some cases.
At the end of the week even one thing he called "a true miracle" happened: Sam did not complained about Deek's work on the two cases the team worked together. Actually he praised his actions and decisions! And now, after a few drinks and a quality time with them, he was at home.
Monty slept all over the carpet, belly up, head against the left side of the bed. Deeks left the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel and wearing only sweat pants. He caressed behind Monty's ears and finally laid down to a good night of sleep. Hetty give the team a entire weekend off. Unless there was a case, of course.
- Great! Tomorrow promises a great surfing day. We'll be at the beach all day, Monty. You'll gonna love it!
In a matter of minutes he was already in a heavy sleep.
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- YOU ARE USELESS!
BAM. The first punch. When dad goes home already screaming, Marty knew it would be a horrendous night and probably ending at hospital. Again. His mother run, trying to finish another beating session. The problem is...she, yet again, was also a target for Gordon's kicks and punches.
- Marty, go away! RUN!
- You will stay, brat! You're such a waste of my time and money! Your mother and I were happy before you disturb everything! YOU DAMN BASTARD!
He pushed away the woman with a flounce and run to te boy, who did not have a chance. Marty was beated again and again. He felt one or two ribs crack and a sharp pain on the right side of his chest. He coughed a few times and tasted blood inside the mouth. Somehow he managed to get up and run upstars straight to his bedroom.
- MARTIN, COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW! It's all your fault, Roberta! You put this little worm in MY HOUSE!
The boy heard heavy steps. He opened the second locker of his dresser and found what he was looking for. Went down the stairs tottering, adrenaline and pain running through his veins.
He stepped in the kitchen in time to see his father, drunk and extremely violent point a shotgun against Roberta's head. Marty's heart leapt like crazy in the chest. He was desperate, lifting the revolver and poiting right to Gordon's chest.
- DAD! LEAVE HER ALONE!
The drunk and angry man turned to Marty and now pointed the gun to his own son. The sick, drunk and cruel smile still in his ugly face.
Both shot at the same time. Only one of them received the shot that would end years of suffering and agony.
Marty ended up falling because the kick of the gun. His father's shot still fuming, millimeters from Marty's face. Close enough to hurt his left ear and cut off some strands of his hair.
Gordon John Brandel fell flat on the floor feeling the hellish pain of a shot. Lucky to him it wasn't a deadly one.
Sirens were heard outside the house. Probably some neighbor, tired of so many violence against mother and child, called the authorities.
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- DAD, NO!
He woke up almost in a jump, sitting and gasping like he had run a marathon. His breathing was fast and shallow; the whole body sore as if the beating suffered years ago had just happened that night.
There's no such a thing as "peaceful sleep night" for Marty Deeks. He ran his trembling hands over the face and felt tears on his face. He cursed, the words spoke almost without any sound. After that he was out of the bedroom. Monty followed him into the kitchen, ready to protect his human.
Deeks patted the dog's head, and after that got a bottle of water from the fridge. Walked to the room and drank half of the bottle a time. He was ready to watch some tv and distract his mind when he saw Monty very focused, trying to rip a brown envelope that lay on the floor, right next to the door.
- Hey...Hey, Monty! What's this, huh? Come here. Gimme this. Good boy!
He toke the envelope and Monty just sat next to him, whining. After that the dog lay down and yawned.
Marty opened the envelope carefully and pulled out two sheets of paper. One os them was typed, laser printing. The words made the detective's blood freeze.
"He was never your father".
The other sheet contained a DNA test result.
Gordon John Brandel wasn't Martin A. Deeks' biological father.