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How you remind me – Chapter 2
"Hetty, We've got an agent in distress...it's Kensi" Eric said and put the phone down; He had already called Sam and Callen and was trying to get Kensi's location up on the screen.
Callen and Sam raced up the stairs to ops.
"What have we got Mr. Beale?" Hetty asked as she walked in.
"It looks like Roberts was at Deek's house and was waiting there when he got home." Eric said
"But Kensi called it in?" Callen asked worried, surely Deeks would have called it in.
"I have audio..." Eric played what he'd been able to pick up from Kensi's cell.
"Brandel? I thought his name was Roberts?" Callen said.
"Oh my!" Hetty said and they all turned and looked at her
"What?" Sam asked,
"Eric," Hetty said not answering him, "Look up Gordon John Brandel"
"Who is he?" Callen asked.
"Gordon John Brandel, Died in prison in 1998."Eric stated "He was in prison for Spousal abuse and Child abuse, he's survived by one son, Martin Brandel date of birth January 8th 1979."
"We need to find the son," Sam said.
"You already know him," Hetty said quietly, "Mr. Deeks, is Martin Brandel."
"So Roberts knows him as Brandel? " Callen said not quite getting it.
"No, Mr. Callen, Roberts is Gordon John Brandel."Hetty stated simply and let it sink in.
"Eric pulls up Roberts' and Brandel's bio's" Callen demanded.
They were the same man a few years on him but defiantly the same guy.
"We have footage from a camera outside Deek's apartment." Eric said and it showed Deeks head bowed in defeat being walked out of the apartment with Brandel holding a gun on him, but Kensi was nowhere to be seen.
"There have been 911 calls" Eric said as he worked the keyboard furiously "A gunshot was heard inside the apartment,"
"Eric, follow Deeks, Hetty we're going to Deeks' to see who got shot."Callen yelled running out of the room hoping to God it wasn't Kensi.
Deeks was numb.
His father was back from the grave and worse his partner and his dog were hurt and he hadn't been able to send the Agent in distress signal so no one knew, and even more worse he'd just shot a Marine!
He knew he should fight back, he'd done it before but right now his brain was screaming and his body would only walk where the gun in his back directed him to go.
Brandel tied Deeks up and threw him into the back of a stolen van.
Deeks lay there unable to stop the tears and hoping Brandel wouldn't see.
Brandel got in the front of the van and started driving.
Deeks suddenly remembered his phone was in his pocket and tried getting it out, if he could send the agent in distress signal then someone could help Kensi.
Brandel looked over his shoulder at his son and saw the phone in his pocket. He pulled over to the side of the road and got out.
The side door opened and Brandel snatched the phone out of Deeks' pocket and put it under the van tyre, "I don't think so boy." Brandel sneered and raised his arm, Deeks flinched as Brandel's hand swung and backhanded him around the head. Blood trickled from a cut on Deek's head and his mouth.
Brandel stepped back "Ya ain't crying are you boy."
"No Sir," Deeks quietly replied knowing that to say anything else would result in more beatings.
Brandel sniggered and got in the van restarting the engine and crushing the phone and sim card.
Kensi groaned as she woke up and rubbed her head, she was seeing stars and for a minute thought she'd had too much to drink, then a light was shined in her eyes.
"OW!" she said and swatted the hand away, then it all came back to her." DEEKS!" she yelled
"Calm down miss I'm a paramedic, my names Chris." He smiled at her "Can you follow my finger" he said and tried the light again.
"Put that damn light in my eyes again and I swear it'll be the last thing you ever do." She growled.
"Kens..." Callen called as he walked into the apartment,
"Here," Kensi called back once again pushing the paramedic away, "Deeks was taken." She said eager to fill them in on what had happened. "I've never seen him so scared." She finished looking at the guys.
"You need to know Kensi, The guy...He's Deeks' dad." Sam told her
Kensi's hand flew up to her mouth "Oh my God!" She breathed "I thought he was dead."
"So did he, Kens."Callen replied.
The van stopped and even though it was dark Deeks could see the outline of a cabin behind some trees, he had no idea where he was or what time it was.
Brandel opened the door of the van and pulled Deeks out by the scruff of his neck, dragged him to a cabin and threw him in by the scruff of his neck.
"Stay down boy." Brandel sneered when Deeks made a move to get up.
"Why are you doing this?"Deeks asked.
"You shot me boy, I said one day I'd find you." Brandel said as he opened a bottle of jack.
Deeks inwardly groaned Brandel was an asshole at the best of times once he was drunk he was worse.
"I was 11." Deeks said defending himself, "You were attacking mom."
"Not your business now though is it."
"She's my Mom!" Deeks said incredulously, surely Brandel got that at least. Although Deeks realised he was calling his dad, Brandel rather than dad, it was helping him get his mind clearer.
'Come on Marty,' he said to himself, 'your not 11 anymore your a fully trained LAPD detective, just one opening and your out of here.'
Deeks shook his head gently testing out what hurt and what didn't. There didn't seem to be any serious injuries so he figured he could get away safe, but there were to side of him at play here. The little boy side, who just wanted to run away and find somewhere safe to hide and the Cop side who wanted to put Brandel back behind bars, where he belonged.
The cabin he was in was basic 1 bed, one sofa, a stove, one window, that was padlocked and a door that was padlocked too. So if he got out of here it would have to pick a padlock to get out.
Brandel noticed his son's eyes looking for an escape route. "Don't worry son, I have your way out of here," He said and leant behind the sofa and picked up a body bag and grinned.
