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From this chapter there will be speeches in Ukrainian Cyrillic - which is slightly different from Russian. Again, I apologize for any mistake.
DISCLAIMER: NCIS LA and characters are not mine. Just a few original characters from this fanfic are actually mine.
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The day started early at the Mission. Surprisingly, Hetty saw Deeks already on his desk. He was the first one to arrive, threw the backpack on the table and turned on the computer. All this process lasted less than a minute but, before he could finish the LAPD report, he took those two sheets of paper from his pocket. He kept staring the words for a very long time, like if looking the note and the DNA result could change something...the result or the note.
He narrowed the eyes, such the concentration. He was so disconnected that did not hear Hetty lay her hands on the table, looking slightly concerned.
- For someone who always talk a mile a minute I almost missed your arrival at work, mr. Deeks.
WOW! What a fright! The heart skipped a beat and he hid the documents as fast as he could. He gave a shy smile and scratched his blond hair, then opened the service report.
- Hetty! Sorry, I-I did not sleep very well and...and... I do not feel like talking.
- Um ... And this is by chance due to the papers you were reading? Like that exam result?
He knew. Hetty has always been like a guru: never letting anything pass. Still, he felt ... troubled.
Not that it made any difference at the time. He threw the two sheets on the table, half-folded and full of information that only further confused the head of the youngest member of the first team at the NCIS. As Hetty read the papers he finished the last part of his report to the LAPD - since NCIS's was finished and printed.
- This is the the kind of information that even I had no knowledge of, mr. Deeks. And you know how I keep an eye on all my agents.
- I'm not your agent. I'm a detective who acts as a liaison between the LAPD and NCIS. Nothing more.
Henrietta looked at the boy. There was nothing rough in his statement; quite the opposite. He was always kind and friendly. Those words, however, came loaded with a certain sadness.
- You know you're way more than that, Marty.
He stopped his work. He lifted his face from the computer screen and looked at the chief of operations. He arched one eyebrow, not believing what he had just heard. For a moment his worries were brushed aside.
And then everything came back the next.
- You have two options: believe in a piece of paper that you don't even know where it came from ... or run after the truth. Anyway, I'd like you to leave these two documents here. Did it just come in like this, loose?
- Ah... no. No, they came in this...
Deeks took the brown envelope from his backpack, handing it to Hetty. There was no sender or address, but only the name of the detective written in print. Hetty took everything carefully, as if it were a precious cargo. She turned toward the center of analysis and, still on her back, paused for a moment.
- I'll send it for analysis right now. Whoever sent it must have left some clue. You can complete your report to the Los Angeles Police Department. And ... mr. Deeks?
He looked at her, with the anxiety of those who had all the doubts and questions.
- For now...you keep this between us.
A laugh escaped from the corner of the detective's lips. He rested his chin on one hand, the lighter spirit for having at least one person who cared about him.
- Two minutes ago you called me Marty.
- Yes ... the occasion asks. But don't get used to it.
Deeks finally left the worries a little on the side. He shook his head, amused, and returned to his work.
Right at that moment Callen and Sam arrived almost the same time. Minutes later, Kensi said good morning to everyone and sat down to start the report itself.
All three playing with Deeks being the first to arrive.
And he, as always, hiding what really went through his head and letting himself be carried away by the good general mood.
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All the paperwork would be for later. At least for Sam, Callen, and Kensi - Deeks had already completed his part.
OSP received information about a deposit directly linked to a Ukrainian gang. Eric Beal and Nell Jones - NCIS '"twins-wonder" - sent probable addresses and photos of suspects. Sam and Callen followed in the Marines' car, Kensi and Deeks in the special agent's vehicle. Of course their daily discussion began in the first few meters of the road.
- Please let's not listen to that surfer radio, ok?
- Why not? You're already driving, we're going in your car!
- Exactly, it's my car
- You can tell from Willy Wonka's stock in your glove compartment. There's more candy here than in a chocolate factory!
- Ha ha ha, Deeks. How hilarious.
- One of my rare talents, Fern.
An uneasy silence was between them. Normally this type of conversation would last all the way and would be mixed with the informations of the case.
Things were a little different that day. And that worried Kensi.
- A penny for your thoughts. Deeks? ... DEEKS!
She spoke louder at the end and punched the man's shoulder. He had his face turned to the window of the car and he was frightened, so distant he was.
Me! ... I'm sorry, Kens. I was somewhere else.
- I realized! What happened? You are not like that. Is something wrong?
Deeks stared at his partner for a few seconds. That gorgeous face and the exotic eyes he so admired. Hetty said to let the analysis of the documents between them two. But she didn't say to let the disclosure of the content a secret as well. Still, he decided not to tell the whole truth.
- I ... I got some news about my father. So as soon as this case ends, I'll find my mother and try to see what she knows.
Kensi looked worriedly at the handsome detective in front of her. For whom she had nurtured feelings for some time, but refused to admit it. None of this prevented her from understanding the confusion in his very blue eyes. He once said that his father hated him and had already tried to kill him, but nothing more was revealed. Deeks had every right to despise his father; yet he seemed to love him after all.
- I'm sorry, Deeks. Is that serious? Can I help in any way?
-You have no idea how serious it is. And no, Kensi ... thanks, but there's nothing you or I can do. Oh, we're here!
And then a key was attached to Deeks's head, because the worried look gave way to the seriousness and determination always present when the subject was work. And that was always something that Kensi took a lot of, despite never speaking out loud. He put on his vest and prepared his weapon, ready for action. He got out of the car at the same time as his partner and followed behind Callen and Sam, who led the way.
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Imperceptible. Digital. High resolution and simultaneous transmission. So is the camera system present in that shed. The man watched everything that happened there, because he didn't trust his own shadow - imagine then the subordinates ?!
All angles were properly covered. Including the outside. That's exactly why he saw a small, sneaky team approaching the place. There were only four, but they could easily subdue the ten men present inside the place.
Three men and one woman.
But the one that caught his attention was just behind a tall, strong, bald man. His eyes widened and he picked up a cell phone, pressing the speed dial and sitting in his chair.
- Ne vbyvay! Bizhit' abo padinnya! Nichoho he hovory! Do not kill! Run or fall! Do not say anything!
This is a way too good chance to waste it like this. But there are prizes greater than the death of some agents.
And he searched for years. He would not let another day go blank.