In the end, it was always meant to be. He never really felt at home anywhere. Not as a lawyer, not at LAPD or at NCIS. The catalyst was the way he had been rejected and treated like shit by his own teammates and partner. But the real killer was Kensi. After a near fatal comment from Callen, seeing Kensi everyday was the only way he made it through. Yet it was last night at dinner that sealed his decision. After all the others had been dropping hints that she liked him and she saying that their thing had potential to grow but it seems she was just joking. When he had poured out his heart and soul to her the that night he was hoping for the same in return and certainly not for Kensi to tell him that she had started seeing Jack again after Afghanistan and that maybe it would be better if they weren't partners anymore. But then again he never belonged at NCIS. He had never been anywhere where he hadn't needed to fight tooth and nail to be accepted. Except for one place, a place he called home. That was where he was headed now. A place he was accepted. A place no one knew better than him, because how can you be hated when there was no one to hate you. How could you be hated when you didn't exist? There was no Marty Deeks. He never existed.
