A/N Hi, This is my first story, I am co-writing this with Callen37. So I hope you like it.
Please leave me a review and let me know what your think. Thanks. Ncislaaddict123.
Disclaimer, I do not own anything.
The part I left behind.
Chapter 1
He had enough… enough of destroying that damn toaster or practicing his languages.
He had to do something!
He couldn't go, under any circumstances to those terrifying devastating, hopelessly dark 48 hours he had to endure, not only him but his friends/colleagues too.
Not knowing was the worst, he couldn't think about the worst although the little orphan girl came to his mind more than once, he hoped she was ok and she hadn't gone back to the Taliban... he had to do his job!
That was what he was trained for.
He couldn't afford to let his emotions win... but it was hard, he had to pull it together not to run by his emotions when it meant that he was after these people who were seemingly responsible for the death of one he considered as family.
Kensi…The sight of her corpse laying there with her throat cut still invaded the little sleep he did get. He knew she was alive, she was back home, in her apartment, safe and sound, but he couldn't get the image out of his head.
So he decided to go to the old Water administration plant which now was occupied by the Office of Special Projects of the Naval Criminal Investigative Service in Los Angeles, to clean his gun or work off some steam.
When Callen went through the heavy wooden Door of the building he made his way to the armory, but stopped short as he heard some noises from the gym.
The closer he got the more curious he was, it was 3am, no one but himself should have been in the building.
On the way he heard some mumbling but couldn't make it out.
As he peeked into the room he was not prepared for what he saw...
Deeks was pounding the heavy bag, harder and harder. Sweat was flying off him in all directions, that and…Blood? He hadn't wrapped his hands his knuckles getting smashed with each hit.
"Not him…I'm not him!" he said over and over again to himself as each punch landed on its mark.
Callen could see him swaying; it looked like he had been here for a while.
Suddenly the punching stopped as Deek fell to his knees and sobbed.
Callen looked surprised. What on earth had happened that meant that Deeks was in this much pain?
He hadn't said anything on the ride home although the interpreter had looked at him sadly as they had left the camp, he had tried to talk to Deeks but he had just walked away concerned with getting Kensi out of Afghanistan and home as soon as possible.
He had whispered to her on the plane home, held her as she cried both asleep and awake and focused totally on her. He still hadn't given granger his report on how he had come about the information that the man they had was in fact the father of one of the Taliban members and had managed to exchange him for the American hostages.
Even, he came to think of it, when Deeks had swooped in from the sky on that helicopter and saved their asses; he had not sought the limelight or tried to play up how this time he had been the one to save them.
That was unlike Deeks.
And so was this… Callen walked over to Deeks who was curled in on himself in a ball.
"Deeks?" he said softly.
Deeks jumped up as if burnt. "Sorry Callen, I'll hit the showers and get out of here." He said quickly striding towards the Showers as if nothing had happened.
Callen smiled sadly, he knew that particular avoidance tactic.
He waited, he knew the other side of that door, Deeks was having a meltdown and probably was losing it in the shower, but he gave the man the privacy he needed. He walked into the bullpen, wrote a note for Hetty and stuck it on her desk.
The note said, "Taking a few days leave, with Deeks…will call soon. G."
He picked up his bag and Deeks' and waited for him to get out of the showers.
Ten minutes later a disheveled Deeks walked out of the shower. "You still here?" he asked surprised.
"Well I'm not going without you." Callen replied with a smirk.
"Going where?" he asked warily.
"Vacation, you and me, three days, a little place I know." Callen told him, "Any you can bring your surfboard and Monty." He said before Deeks could say a word.
Deeks nodded, there really wasn't anything he could do or wanted to do for that matter, so he just followed him out of the building.