A/N: My first story...hope you like it. Review if you can.
Sitting in the hospital, they knew it was the right thing to do. With their jobs Kensi and Deeks just couldn't take care of their little girl. It wasn't fair to her. Wiping silent tears from their faces they gave her up for adoption.
They realized how unfair it was that she would never know them, but she wouldn't be at risk. As NCIS agents their jobs would make it downright impossible for them to raise her.
Walking out of the hospital hand in hand they got in the car and drove away. Even though they were married, Kensi being pregnant was a secret. They were the only two people that knew. Hetty might have known, but they didn't ask and she didn't bring it up.
So alone in a hospital was a baby with bright blue eyes and dark hair whose parents only wanted her to be safe. No one could have expected what happened after that day. She was alone niether of them demanded anything.
Actually they did request one thing, a name. Dawn.
When she turned four Dawn was in foster care. One day a man came to get her, she never went back. But this man was not a good person and even at four she knew how to read people. She begged her social worker to get her a new home, but every time he said the same thing.
"Dawn this man is family. You have to stay with him," he would then shoo her out.
This man may have been family, but he hated her. He looked her in the eye once and then slapped her senseless. As she got older she saw that this man really was family. He had her eyes. That was it though, thank goodness. They lived in an old grungy, run-down apartment. They had to, because everyone thought he was dead. No one knew that Gordon Brandel was very much alive and wanting revenge.