A/N I still want to thank you all for your awesome reviews to the last Chapter.
Disclaimer...nope...not mine.
Chapter 3
Brandel pulled his rental car up outside the house, checked the gun at his waist and kicked the door in. Pulling his gun he walked up to Manny Mendez and pointed it in his face.
"Where is he?" He snarled.
"Who your cop son, yeah we found out who he was; were you trying to set us up?" Manny said as some of his gang pulled guns on Brandel.
"NO, I want him dead." Brandel snarled. "Where's my girl?"
"Sorry, Johnnie, your boy took your Chica. There was nothing I could do; she's set to testify against me." Manny told Brandel.
Brandel lowered his weapon.
"So, how did you find out my boy was alive?" Brandel asked grabbing a bottle of tequila off the table and sitting in a chair facing Manny."
Manny waved his hands and his guards moved back. Grabbing a bottle of beer he sat and they talked.
"The cop was a friend of Julio…Julio is no longer among the living." Manny laughed.
"And…" Brandel prompted.
"We had no reason not to trust him, we let him into our inner circle, that boy really knows his guns. He met your Chica and they talked I caught them trying to run away together, She was going to be my girl…So I taught him a lesson, She saw him in the hospital and the policia arrested me and told me he was a cop. He said his name was Max Gentry…but I heard him tell your Chica he was her brother." Manny told him.
"If I find your lying…." Brandel threatened.
"I would never lie to you. I am no stupid." Mendez said with a nervous chuckle, he knew just how dangerous this man before him was.
"Do you know where they are now?" Brandel asked.
"He was in an apartment, but then he moved, I have a contact trying to get me his new address…I should have it soon."
"Can you trust this contact?"
"Si, He is a Marshall in the Witness Protection program, He should be calling soon."
Brandel leant back and drank his tequila, he was one step closer and soon he would have the boy.
As Marty stood and watched the people he had worked with process the information he had just told them he was torn between sitting and waiting hoping they would accept him and wanting to grab the envelope and the bag from under the floorboard in his room, grab his sister and just run.
"So…you've been lying to us?" Sam said.
"I didn't lie to you, I was a cop for the LAPD and I was good at my job, I just had a doctored history that's all…you accept Callen and he doesn't even know his past!" He said shooting Callen a look to apologize. Callen caught it and nodded.
"Tell us." Kensi asked.
Deeks looked in the house to make sure Jen was still asleep then he nodded and took another swig of his beer.
"I was born in Reseda, to a teenage mother, Ally Johnson she married my dad just after I was born. I remember him being away a lot…" Deeks said his voice trailing off.
"You did say once your father was abusive, was that true?" Kensi asked.
"More than I told you. He used my mom in deals with his friends, He wanted me to grow up to work with him, I could strip clean and rebuild a gun at four years old. When he was drunk, he used me as target practice, he loved William Tell, you know the guy who shot an arrow off his son's head? Well he used to do that to me when he was demonstrating his guns." Marty let out a sad smile. "It was the only time he spent time with me and wasn't beating on me."
Kensi moved to sit nearer to him to offer him some support.
"He went abroad for a big sell when I was ten, but he left his phone behind, I found it and found out he had a whole other family, and a huge house, he's rich did you know that?" He gave another small grin, "I have three elder brothers and a stepmother, they all live in the Hamptons in New York…They don't know I exist, I looked them up when I joined the LAPD."
"Didn't they know something when you shot him?" Kensi said remembering the story Deeks had told her about thanksgiving.
"Er….yeah…." Deeks said.
"You did accidently shoot your father didn't you?" Sam said having remembered the same story.
"No."
"You didn't shoot him?" Even Hetty sounded surprised.
"No, I shot him…it just wasn't an accident, Er…I can shoot better than Callen, Sorry Callen, I'm not saying this to sound boastful but maybe one day I'll show you, I have been able to shoot since I was four. The only reason that he didn't die was he was my dad and I loved him."
"So what happened?" Hetty asked, she was frustrated that she hadn't been given this information.
"I got home from school one day…he had lost a sale and been drinking. Mom….let's just say he wasn't nice to her and I found them, well I found her he had beaten her to a pulp and he was in the same room having sex with one of the Reseda Red gang's women. I got mad when I saw mom and I screamed at him to help her and he laughed and told me to go get me a woman and man up or stay a boy and he'd find me a nice man." Deeks looked away with tears in his eyes, "I couldn't kill him…I wasn't a killer so I shot him a through and through in the shoulder."
"OMG!" Kensi breathed she put a hand on his arm and he flinched.
"I ran to the kitchen and called 911; he got mad and beat me up. Mom had come to and tried to get me out of the house she was carrying me to the car to take me to the hospital and he called the gang and they drove up and sh…..shot her in the head" He was openly crying now and he didn't care. "I lay in her arms until the police came; Dad had got in the car with the gang and his weapons I never saw him again….I just lay waiting ….covered in my mom's brains until the cops pulled me off her and took her away, three days later I was put in the Witness Protection program and lived with a Federal Marshal, Jeff Deeks as his son." He said his voice had become flat and devoid of emotion.
The others looked at him, even Callen with the horrors he had lived through was glad he had been distracted by the hit man who had murdered his mother and her actual death hadn't been witnessed by him.
Hetty walked out and handed Deeks a cup of tea, in the midst of his flashback he took it without even acknowledging the drink.
"I gave the Marshals all the detail that they needed to cut off my father's supply line to Africa, He lost all his money and his other wife divorced him…he lost everything and apparently started again. He put the word out that he wanted me dead. The Federal Marshals wanted to move me across the country….It was a huge fight to stay here. But I never lived more than ten miles from where she died. I won't leave her." He looked up and realized they were watching him.
He looked up at the team, worried as to what their reaction would be,
"MARTIN!" Jen's voice screamed from inside the house. Deeks jumped up and bolted into the living room to find his sister in the midst of a nightmare sat bolt upright and shaking on the sofa.
Deeks instantly comforted his sister, "I got ya Jenny, it's ok, you're safe now."
Jen sobbed holding him tight, "I dreamt it again…but he….he…."
"You're safe, Manny isn't here, neither is dad." Marty hugged her until she calmed down again.
"God Marty, I hate these nightmares," Jen said wiping her eyes on her brother's sleeve. She got up and headed to the kitchen.
"Jen?" he asked
"Coffee!" She said and he grinned,
"Ok espresso, you can have one but you have to eat too!" he laughed as he walked out into the garden.
"Espresso?" Callen asked.
"The kid mainlines coffee, it just stuck." Deeks smiled obviously proud of his sister.
The others were shocked at the change in Deeks' demeanor, "What I have a family now," He lowered his voice, "She doesn't know about my mom and my past and she doesn't need to know, it was hard enough for her growing up in the gang without her own mother. Manny is her uncle and he's a sick bastard and when I heard what he was planning….she wasn't staying there…we're family. I got hold of WitSec and got her in the program with me, we signed her up to UCLA and she just started classes and is turning her life around."
Deeks turned and looked into the kitchen where Jen was rooting through the cupboards.
"So, Jell-O….Seeing as we aren't running away today, are all your friends staying for dinner?" she called.
Marty turned to them, "I'd say yes she's a great cook." He grinned.
"Jell-O?" Kensi grinned, "You both have food nicknames?"
"What…? I was in hospital after we got away, she kept nicking my Jell-O and I kept complaining so she called me it."
"I have to get back to Michelle." Sam said
Deeks nodded fully understanding. "Fern….Hetty…Callen?" he asked.
"Sure." They replied.
Sam left and drove off down the street.
A man sitting in a dark colored saloon car picked up his phone and made a call.
"I think I've found them." He said and shut off the phone.
