Deeks was sleeping, soundly sleeping when a phone call woke him up. Ugh, a work in the dawn. Just what I needed!, he thought.
"Detective Deeks?" He heard a male voice over the phone.
It couldn't be Kensi. She's always the one who calls him about the cases so it couldn't be her. Neither was one of the guys because it didn't sound like them nor they call him 'detective'. "Yes, it's me."
"I'm Detective Wayne, from LAPD. We'd like you to come to meet me at the Pacific Beach Medical Hospital right away."
"What is it about?" He asked, already jumping off the bed and putting on the clothes.
"It's a delicate subject to be talked over the phone."
"Yeah, but you better tell me now 'cause I'm a curious man and I'll bug you 'til you tell me!"
Detective Wayne cleared his throat and explained. "A friend of yours suffered a car accident-"
"Kensi!" He said worried, not letting the man finish the sentence.
"No. A couple, Logan and Maggie Granville. Mrs. Granville died in the local but her husband was taken to hospital and is in critical state."
"Logan…" He muttered, the image and memories of him coming to his mind. "I'll be right there. Thanks Detective."
Why didn't they call their in-laws or any other family member? Why me? I don't see him for a few years now…
Arrived the hospital he was taken to Detective Wayne. He informed him that Logan was still in surgery and it would take a few hours more. So, the two went down to the hospital morgue so he could identify Maggie.
"I'll wait upstairs. Take your time, Detective." Wayne said leaving.
Deeks uncovered the corpse's face and saw that it was really Maggie. He hadn't seen her in years, but she was still looking the same as she did back in college. If he remembered right, she was studying to become a History teacher. She used to visit her boyfriend, Logan. He and Deeks were roomies, so he was used to seeing and having her around and the three became close friends. Deeks smiled when memories of those days hit him.
Logan and Marty were near Santa Monica Pier, on a local café, sitting at the tables of its outside, amusingly talking. Maggie came to meet them that day. She was coming to invite (even though it was almost unnecessary) Marty to her graduation ceremony that would occur first than Logan and Marty's. He accepted, obviously, and at some point the conversation turned into this:
"I bet you'll be one of the guys who will be wearing only underwear under the gown." Maggie said playfully at Marty.
"You guessed wrong, Maggie."
"We'll be wearing our birth suits!" Logan finished.
Maggie slapped the two in the arm as they laughed. "You two are so…"
"So what? Go on!" Marty challenged. "Charming? Handsome? Funny? Stop me when I get it right!"
"Oh, Marty, you'll never be anything in life if you keep with that witty humor of yours!"
"What? People will love my charming personality and my relentless humorous remarks!"
"You wish, Marty boy!"
Deeks laughed a little, remembering that moment. "Goodbye, Maggie." He whispered and then covered her face with the cloth again.
He went upstairs and waited a couple of hours until Logan came out of surgery. The doctor informed that the next 24 hours would be crucial. But, if he survived his entire body would be paralyzed. He would not even be able to speak. He'd be in a vegetative state, only seeing and hearing. And that scared Deeks…
He remembered Logan so full of life and energetic and he was now lying on that bed and if he would open his eyes, he'd be like that for the rest of his life. He'd depend on others for the rest of his days. The doctor didn't tell Deeks about Logan's injuries because he said it had been too many to even specify them. He even added that doctors have an oath to save all the lives they can, but that it would be a pity for that man to live after such a brutal car accident.
The sun had risen for a while now and Deeks called Hetty explaining why he wouldn't show up to work that day. Hetty understood and he stood in the room, watching Logan. Deeks got startled by a phone call and he stepped out of the room to answer it.
"Deeks, is everything okay with you? Hetty told me you were in the hospital and didn't say anything else and I… Deeks, are you there?"
He heard the voice he most wanted to hear in that moment. And he was listening to it with his eyes closed. Her concern for him was warming up his heart; knowing that she was worried for him…
"Yeah, I'm here Kens. And I'm good. It was a couple, friends of mine from college that had a car accident."
"How're they?"
"She died in the local and he just came out of surgery. If he makes it the next hours, he'll be in a vegetative state for the rest of his days."
"I'm…I'm so sorry to hear that. You're okay?"
"I'm holding up."
"Do you want me to… be there too? I can talk to Hetty-"
"No, there's no need, Kensi. But thanks."
"Ok. Look, I gotta work, but I'll pass by on lunch time."
"Okay." He said barely in a whisper. It would be good to see a familiar face. "Bye."
"Bye."
He was going to enter the room again when a voice called him. "Detective!" It was Detective Wayne again. "May I have a word with you for a sec?"
"Sure." He took a seat on the chairs outside the room and so did Wayne. "Like I told you I went to their house. Their kids are alright, they have a housekeeper who also takes care of them. She told me they had left a note in case something ever happened to them and it's addressed to you."
Deeks mind was still processing the fact that they had kids. They were already motherless and if their father would survive, he'd never be the same.
"The housekeeper works for them for some years and she said she'd tell the kids about the accident."
"Why… why did you call me? There wasn't anyone else?"
"Your name was on the next of kin list along with another friend of them, but she's out of the country. There's no record of family members of any of them."
Deeks sighed and said. "Thanks, Detective Wayne."
Soon it was lunch time and Kensi was coming up. Deeks were sitting in the hallway, reading all over again that letter Detective Wayne had given him for the last hour.
"Hey there." She rubbed his shoulder, taking a seat next to him. "How's your friend?"
"He died, not even an hour ago." Kensi lowered her eyes to the floor after hearing that.
"What happened?"
"Embolism. Quick death. Silent… Painless... putting it in the doc's words…" Kensi mouthed a few words but she didn't know what to say. Luckily, Deeks understood what she meant. "I don't know how I'm feeling. They were friends, but I didn't see them for so long… you know? I don't know how I really feel… But this is not the worst." He handed Kensi the letter.
"Hi, Marty. I don't know if you remember me at all, but I'm Logan, from Law school, remember? I don't know if you do remember my girlfriend at the time, Maggie? Well, now she's my wife and together we have three beautiful children: Zak, Lee and Eva. We decided to write this in case something happened to both of us, and if you're reading it, I guess it did. Maggie and I have no other family and we don't want our kids to be separate and sent to foster homes, so I want you to talk to our lawyer, John, (yeah, we do have one even though I'm a lawyer myself!) and he'll tell you that you're on our testament. We want you to take care of our kids, but for that we give you also our house. Of course you can refuse everything responsibility because having three children to take care, just like that, out of nowhere, it's tough. I don't even know if you have a family of your own. As far as I remember you left to LAPD and we only spoke a few times after that. As I was saying, you don't have to feel responsible to take care of our kids just because we trusted you that. You have to live your own life and we don't judge or think less of you if you don't want to keep them. Well, I guess there's not much left to say than a goodbye. I want you to know that I tried to contact you several times, but I couldn't find you.
Sincerely,
Logan and Maggie Granville."
"What you gonna do?"
"I don't know… For now they're at school and they have a housekeeper who lives… lived with them and she looks over the kids."
I'll continue this if you want it...So, review and tell me if it was/is worth the try.