Secrets

by HelloLady364

A case comes up that raises questions from the team about our blonde detective. How does he know the victim? How does he know the suspect? It seems as if, the team doesn't know as much as they thought about their liaison. (I know, I'm terrible at summaries. My first FIC so please just read it before you judge. If you don't like it, tell me how to make it better.)Little bit of Densi

3. Chapter 3

Here's the 3rd chapter guys. Format may be a little off because I'm uploading from my tablet. Sorry. But remember to Read and Review.

"Hey Monty, long day today buddy." Deeks said to his furry companion as he walked in the front door. He had spent the majority of the rest of the day as a functional mute, only speaking when spoken to. Grabbing a beer from his fridge and plopping down into the couch, the detective began to look back on the day. He had definitely not been expecting what had come his way. Then again he hadn't been expecting a lot of things.

He wasn't expecting to yell at Kensi, or anyone in the team for that matter. He wasn't expecting to not speak for almost the entire day. He hadn't been expecting to make it home without fainting from stress and exhaustion. But that was one of the things you had to learn when working in law enforcement, expect the unexpected.

"I hate my life." Deeks said aloud to himself. Seriously, why does all the bad stuff have to happen to him? Doesn't he have enough to think about already? Hasn't he had enough happen to him in his lifetime? Apparently not, because here was another situation to worry about.

"A situation that will wait till morning." He decided. Downing the rest of his beer, Deeks made his way to his bedroom and collapsed face first into his pillow. He thought about changing his clothes or even at least his shirt, but quickly came to the conclusion that he was just too tired to do anything else for the day. He was both physically and mentally drained.

If only his brain would shut up, he'd be happy. He silently hoped that any dream or nightmare that was planning on paying him a visit would wait until tomorrow, or maybe even next week. If he was lucky next year. But based on evidence, luck seemed to be angry with him for the time being.

After a while, his thoughts calmed enough for him to drift into a light sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a rough day.

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