A/N written on request of SpencReid06, Merci Beaucoup. Also I would like to thank HARMONFREAK1 who graciously allowed me to use the idea of a scientist in this story, this will not be like her awesome story McBaby, which I suggest you check out and her awesome sequel. and last but by no means least, Karen Dunbar whose idea of Deeks falling and getting cut and the Meth lab, ensured that this first story kicked off to what I hope will be a good start.
This story will have disturbing imagery in it and will this chapter has hints to drug use and child abuse.
This will be a WIP but like all my stories it may take time and you may get random bursts of chapters but it will be finished.
Disclaimer I own nothing.
More than he told.
Chapter 1
Deeks cleared the room nodding to his fellow LAPD officer as he went, "You think the Intel is right?" Rick Santini asked as they opened a door to yet another empty room.
Deeks nodded, "I had Eric at NCIS check out the information." He replied.
Santini looked over at him with disdain, "NCIS again, you can't do anything without running it past them, it's a wonder they let you out on this op." he snapped.
Deeks shot him a look, "I set this op up, I've been running undercover on this for months, and I'm telling you this is a major 'meth' lab." He said.
Rick lowered his gun, and looked around the empty room as two other officers walked in.
"Yeah Deeks, you're Intel is so solid, look around you man, there's nothing here!" Rick holstered his gun in frustration,
"I know I was right I followed her for a month, it was here! She was here!"
"WHO!" Rick shouted he was as mad as hell; he'd been pulled from his regular assignment to be partnered with the station loser. "You're losing it man; you should have stayed with the soft squad."
Deeks balled his fists up, he knew that he had a bad reputation with the LAPD, but Kensi, Callen and Sam were an exceptional team and he knew it.
"I still don't get why you are with us anyway, they get tired of you?" Rick jeered.
"Shut up Santini," Deeks growled.
"Awww…."
"No, Shut up, I heard something," Deeks snapped drawing his gun and walking to a room they hadn't cleared at the back.
The door opened to a walkway where the last of the 'Meth-heads' had been clearing out the rest of the stock, there were offices on the walkway but both men's attention was gripped by the activities below.
"LAPD FREEZE!" Santini yelled drawing his weapon.
Deeks heard a noise in the room behind him.
"Carla…Freeze LAPD."
"Max, you…you're a cop?" she ran at him and they tumbled over the railing going through a window as they went landing on the floor in a shower of glass and white powder, Carla had landed wrong, he knew by looking at her that she had broken her neck. Deeks had gotten close to the scientist while undercover he reached out and stroked a stray hair from around her face, "Carla." He sighed he tried to move, but another cop ran up to him, "Don't move helps coming."
He reached back at something sticking in his back, there was a syringe sticking out of his shoulder blade but he knocked it out trying to scratch the itch.
"What's that?" The officer asked.
Deeks looked at it, "Dunno." He shrugged. He sat up, "Look I'm fine Carla took the brunt of it, I have to go,"
Officer Zach Collis looked at him, "Marty? This is your collar,"
Deeks shook his head, brushing the pieces of glass out of his hair. "I had the empty rooms this is all Santini's he's in charge, besides I have to get back to my cushy job."
Not even caring he tried to walk out.
"Deeks you may have concussion." Zach called.
"So," Deeks just walked and walked, he didn't really care, he knew that Carla Ford was dead, even though he had been working to take her down he had been stunned by her brilliance and he had liked her. It hit him hard and he wondered if he had actually hurt himself, his head felt muzzy and all he wanted to do was lie down and sleep.
Nothing mattered anymore.
He walked for an hour the phone in his pocket buzzed like an annoying fly and he really wanted it to shut up.
"WHAT!" he snapped as he finally answered it,
"Deeks, you ok man?" Callen asked concerned on the other end.
"Why do you care?" He snapped, "Need me for your cushy job." He asked as he opened the door of the house he was standing in front of.
"Marty?"
"What! Why does everyone keep using my first name today," he shucked off his shoes and picked up a comic sitting on a dusty table.
"Sweet!"
"Sweet?" Callen said.
"You still there, aint ya got better things to do?" Deeks yawned bored.
In ops where Callen had finally reached and had the call transferred to the rest of the team were listening in.
"Mr. Deeks you need to come in so you can get cleared by a medical professional." Hetty said.
"Aww, but Hetty I'm tired I'll do it later…." Deeks picked up a remote control and they heard the sounds of cartoons playing in the background.
'Cartoons?' Kensi mouthed to Sam.
"We think you could have been injected with something, you may be suffering the effects." Hetty continued. "You're fellow officers were concerned about you." She finished.
Deeks laughed, "Yeah sure they were, tell 'em I'm dead."
"Mr. Deeks are you contemplating self harm?" she asked.
"Huh, am I doing what?"
"Are you thinking about hurting yourself Deeks?" Sam asked
"Huh?" Deeks sounded distracted,
"Deeks, what happened?"
"Dunno, come on….I'm tired…lemme sleep ok, I promise whatever it is I'll do it tomorrow."
Kensi looked at Callen and Sam who were already heading out of the door.
"Deeks, Callen and Sam are coming to you."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because you don't sound like yourself partner."
"Partner?" Deeks yawned…"Don't have a partner?"
"Deeks?"
"Who?"
He stumbled into his room and they heard his phone hit the floor.
"Deeks? … Deeks!" Kensi called.
All they heard was a crash and running feet.
Callen and Sam turned up at Deeks' place and were immediately assailed by a hungry and desperate Monty. Sam let the dog out and fed him while Callen looked for Deeks, first the bathroom and then the bedroom. But there was no sign of him.
"Eric, are you sure he's here?" Callen asked after calling him.
Eric tapped on his phone. "No…he's in a house in Reseda. It's…" Eric stopped as he read the details on the screen, "It's not his house, it's a house registered to a Louise Brandel."
"Does she still live there?" Kensi asked recognizing the name instantly; Deeks had told her that Brandel was the man he had shot as a kid.
"Oh." Hetty said in surprise,
"What?" Callen asked instantly picking up on her tone.
"Well, that is Mr. Deeks' childhood home." She said surprised, "He owns it but he swore he would never go back there."
"Why?" Callen asked confused as he and Sam walked out of Deeks' apartment towards Sam's Challenger.
"It was not a very happy place for him, I cannot see what would have caused him to go back there now?" she said worried.
Callen sat as Sam drove, "What about Louise Brandel? A girlfriend of the man he shot?" Callen asked,
"Wife," Hetty confirmed, "Mr. Deeks' mother."
Callen shot Sam a look, "His mother?"
"Where is she now?" Sam asked.
"Central California's women's facility doing 20 years for Child endangerment and neglect, Abandonment and for giving a controlled substance to a minor." She said grimly, she knew that Deeks would hate for that fact to become knowledge but her gut told her this was the right thing to do.
Kensi looked horrified, "How old was he when she was arrested?" she asked.
"Ten, He was left with his father until he was eleven."
Callen and Sam pulled up outside a ramshackle house, the windows were boarded and the garden was overgrown.
"This is Deeks' childhood home?" Sam asked he took a picture and sent it to Eric for authentication.
"I bet it looked better years ago though." Callen said.
Eric pulled up a newspaper cutting from 1989. The house was a bit lighter, the grass shorter and there was less graffiti but the house looked the same. The windows had been boarded up and there was a picture of an older man in handcuffs.
"That Deeks' dad?" Kensi asked.
Hetty nodded. "Yes it is, he died in 1998, Automobile accident, he was intoxicated."
"So why is he there?" Eric asked.
Callen and Sam carefully opened the door. "Deeks?" they called.
It was dusty and dark, the room was musty and the furniture looked like it had been there since the '70's. The only sign that someone had been there was the comic moved on the coffee table and Deeks' phone on the floor in the middle of the room.
"Found his cell." Callen said.
"Where is he?" Sam asked looking around in the gloom.
"Can't be far his pants are here." Callen grinned picking up Deeks' jeans with his wallet in.
They looked through the whole house, "I can't find him," Sam said annoyed, "he has to be here somewhere?"
They stopped in the hallway outside the bedrooms. "Where the heck could he have gone without his pants?" Sam snapped.
"Atchoo!"
Both agents whirled and pointed their guns at the closet door.
Callen opened it carefully.
At first they saw nothing. Then as Callen moved an old rag of a towel hanging from a piece of wood in the closet there was a movement. Callen followed it and quickly moved his gun behind his back.
Sam looked on in amazement as Callen crouched down.
"Hey there kid, are you ok?"
A blond haired blue eyed boy looked fearfully at them and nodded.
"You wanna come out so we can talk to you?" Callen asked as Sam caught on and put his weapon away.
"Hetty we've got a kid here, but no sign of Deeks." Sam whispered.
"C…Can't…" the kid whispered.
"Why not?" Callen asked gently, "We're ok, we're police men."
At that the boy shrank back further, "I didn't say anything…you have to go he'll be back soon, if he finds you…." His voice was hushed and he was terrified, Callen could see that.
"We can stop him hurting you?" Callen said.
The kid shook his head, "No you can't. He's too big."
"Sam's bigger, we can help you…all you have to do is tell us your name."
The kid was shaking with tears rolling down his cheeks, "M….M…." he sniffed, "My name is Martin."
Callen looked at Sam, "Maybe a relation?"
"Ok Martin, what's your surname?" he asked.
"B….Brandel?"
Callen heard a gasp in the earwig in his ear.
"Bring him here Mr. Callen." Hetty said.
Callen held out his hand and the boy took it.
He took two steps out of the closet and stopped, cowering at the sight of Sam.
"It's ok, he's a cop too, he won't hurt you, where's your mommy?" Callen asked.
Martin shrugged, "Momma got taken by the police men but she forgot to leave my medicine."
"Medicine?" Callen looked around for an inhaler or a medicine bottle.
Martin smiled, 'he had to be related to Deeks,' Callen thought. He watched as the kid ran to the living room and dived behind the couch and lifted a floorboard and took out packets of white powder. "Momma says coz I'm a little shit I have to have one a night to shut me up." He grinned. "They make funny pictures in my head,"
Sam looked at Callen in horror.
Callen smiled at the kid and took the box from him, "We had better take this with us." He said.
He looked at the kid who was wearing an old LAPD shirt, "You got anything else to wear kid?"
Martin ran into a small closet on the left and pulled out a box, he pulled on a pair of pants and some sneakers and a t-shirt with the A-team on it.
"Can…Can I take a comic, I have lots…I get one when I'm quiet." Martin said.
"Sure." Sam said.
Eyeing Sam warily Martin moved around the table and grabbed his comic.
Not turning his back on Sam he moved to the door.
"Ok Sir, I'm ready…you're sure my daddy won't mind?"
"Nope it's ok kid; I have a lady who really wants to meet you." Callen said "You wanna get in the car?" he asked as he opened the door.
Martin walked as far as the top step and stopped.
"I…I can't…." he shook.
"It's ok." Callen said crouching beside him.
Martin dropped to a ball and covered his head with his arms as he heard his father's voice, "You ain't ever to go outside boy, ya hear me!"
He whimpered and shook as his body remembered blow after blow he had received last time he'd tried to leave.
He didn't hear the other car pull up or the two women walking down the path.
"Oh My…" The elder of the two women exclaimed.
Martin stopped shaking and looked up. "S...Sorry," he sniffed. He had always been told not to cry in front of women as that was weak and no brat of Gordon John Brandel's was every going to be called weak.
Martin wiped his nose of the back of his hand; he noticed it shaking but said nothing.
Kensi looked at the shock on Hetty's face.
"Hetty, do you know this kid, is he related to Deeks?"
At that name Martin smiled, "You know Mr. Deeks, he and his wife live down the block; they have a dog called Sammy. Mr. Deeks is an Att….Attt…Law guy. He's gonna teach me to surf when I get big!" he looked around excited, "Can we go see them?" he asked.
"Maybe later on, Mr. D…Brandel, I need you to come with me first." Hetty said and took his hand he looked at her hard, "Do I know you?" he asked.
Hetty smiled, "its ok I work with those two policemen."
"OK." He said
He climbed in the backseat of Kensi's car and put his seatbelt on as he waited for the adults, looking out the window at the ocean longingly.
"So we found the kid, but where the heck is Deeks?" Sam asked.
"In the car," Hetty said.
"What?" Callen asked.
"I don't know how yet but the little boy we just put in the car, Ms Blye is your partner." She said. She turned to Callen and Sam, "Did he tell you about anything else? Medicine maybe?" she asked.
Callen handed her a box, "It looks like Heroin." He said grimly.
"Cocaine." Hetty corrected them.
Callen, Sam and Kensi looked at her like she was crazy, "How can you tell?"
"Because," Hetty said shooting a look at the little boy fidgeting in the car, "At aged ten, Mr. Deeks was addicted to Cocaine."
