Feel the Rush
Here the first chapter of a brand new story. I hope you like it! REVIEWS ALWAYS WELCOME.
I own nothing of NCISLA.
Chapter 1
It was 6am in the morning; Sam Hanna was pounding the sand at Malibu Surf Riders Beach. After once telling Marty Deeks that he hardly ever ran on the beach, Deeks had virtually hounded him every day since, to go for a run along the coast.
"You gotta do it man, it is so awesome. Not only do you get the views of the ocean but you get the views of the beautiful girls who make the beach so much prettier to visit!" Deeks had said.
Sam had rolled his eyes at this, knowing Deeks' had a very cheeky manner about him that was sometimes irritating to him but he knew full well it had an effect on everyone who met the detective, causing them to smile and yes have a laugh too whenever he told a very bad joke, which was often. Deeks had become an integral part of the NCIS department, even though he was still linked to LAPD, everyone at work felt like he was one of them, a partner to rely on and depend on in a serious situation, who even under immense danger somehow always managed to crack a joke, which more often than not, usually distracted the bad guys, meaning that Deeks, Kensi, Sam and Callen could beat the bad guys and go home happy and make their boss, Hetty even happier.
So here he was, on a crisp spring morning, doing his daily exercise, with music blaring loudly from his iPod. In the distance Sam saw six guys surrounding a man, dressed in a wetsuit with a surfboard under his arm. From the image, Sam's instincts told him that this was not a friendly greeting and was more of a gang picking on a weaker person kind of meeting. He saw the man, trying to talk his way out of the situation, but it suddenly escalated. The surfer had an object cracked at the back of his head. The man tried to defend himself with his surfboard, but was getting outnumbered. Sam sped up, running as fast as he could to the scene. As the surfer fell to the sand, the other men started kicking him and beating him with sticks and even his own surfboard.
"Get of him, dirt bags!" Sam yelled, punching one man and then elbowing another in the stomach. Although there was six men surrounding Sam and the blonde surfer, as an ex-SEAL, Sam's fighting prowess quickly took over and he held down one guy as the other guys realised this big man knew how to fight and decided to take their leave, running up the sand dunes to a waiting car. Sam took hold of one of the men, rolling him onto his front.
"Stay down, idiot! You're under arrest" Sam growled, pulling off the ankle strap from the surfboard to fashion it into cuffs for the prisoner. He looked at the blonde surfer who had fell face down into the sand nearby. Sam dragged the surfer over onto his back. The shock of seeing it was someone he knew, someone familiar was like he himself getting a blow to his own stomach. The injured surfer was Marty Deeks.