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Pace, sit, stand. Pace again. Stare at the wall.

Deeks repeated these movements for a good 20 minutes after Kensi left for the hotel. As his nervousness grew he almost wished he hadn't sent Kensi away.

What the hell was he thinking, coming here and bringing up all this crap? He had done all he could to get over his past, leave it behind and make sure he became a better man than his father, a better person than his parents. What he went through hurt, it was painful, but he got over it. Used his own pain to push him to be a better cop and put away the bad one's. While it helped him to be a better cop, a better person he put it in the past. He moved on from it. He would have never come here and met with his mother, bringing up all his old pain and, as Nate would term it 'abandonment issues'.

He should have never stepped foot in that room. He should have stayed in LA with the team and Kensi. He should be watching a movie on his couch with her, Monty's head on his lap and a beer in his hand. Not here, bringing up old wounds.

"I'm sorry... about Derek."

Deeks turned, surprised at the sight of the younger girl, Leah. His... sister. The term still blew his mind.

She was watching him cautiously, her arms folded and her face nervous as she took him in. "He's not usually like that. He's just really upset... about mom and-"

"Its fine." Deeks muttered, his voice sharper than he intended. Leah flinched, her pale cheeks reddening as she looked at her feet. "I'm sorry. I'm just..."

"It's okay." Leah said softly, moving forward slowly and seating herself a couple chairs away. Her fingers twitched nervously over her knees before she looked back at him again. "Derek volunteered to give mom his liver right off the bat. He told them he didn't even need counseling. He just wanted mom to get better and I was only twelve so I wouldn't have been able to yet. And then they told him he wasn't a match." She paused, picking at her jeans and frowning. "I couldn't have back then anyway but I had them test me anyway. Just to see if I could later if she didn't get a donor before then. I wasn't either. That was two years ago."

"I know this has probably been hard on you guys. I'm sorry for that." Deeks said softly, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Leah watched him, her face unreadable. "But... the relationship I have with her is a lot different from what you guys appear to have."

"I'm not trying to give you some sob story to make you do this." Leah said quickly, shaking her head and sighing. "She didn't tell us about you until about 3 weeks ago. Derek has been doing everything he could the last three years to get her a new liver or make sure she's getting better. Worked with the doctors, tried to track down other relatives that would donate, made sure she had the right meds. He quit school this year just so he can work another job. Mom was furious but he wouldn't hear it." Leah glanced at him, her blue eyes filled with sudden tears. "And then we come here one day and the doctors tell us she started puking blood and had a seizure. Despite everything Derek did she got worse. Then he says they were calling you to see if you were a match and that's how we find out about you. From the doctor." Leah shook her head, her small fist clenching. "And you were a match. Derek tried to get her to explain why she never called you before and what happened but she wouldn't say. So to Derek... you're some guy that has been no where all our lives and you can suddenly save her. You could do what he couldn't."

Deeks sighed, closing his eyes and running his hands over his face slowly. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "I didn't know she was sick. I haven't talked with her since I was 12."

Leah nodded slowly, sniffing and wiping at her eyes quietly. "Mom said she never said anything about you because she didn't think you would come. But when she said you haven't been in touch since you were twelve, I knew it didn't have anything to do with what you did." Leah shrugged, glancing at him. "I don't... I don't know if I want to know what she did either. I don't know how you feel about her... but she's still my... my mom." Leah's voice broke, her eyes filling with tears again. She turned away, taking a moment to gather herself.

Deeks felt a mixture of anger and pain as he turned away from Leah, staring at the wall instead. The world just loved kicking him in the ass. Giving him the shittiest parents. Leaving it to him to save his mother from his drunken father. Then leaving her life in his hands years after she abandoned him. And here he was, listening to this little girl practically spelling it out that his mom had been the mother he never got to her and her brother. Even with all the crappy things his parents did to him in the past, he had built a good life back in LA without them. He was a good cop, he had a good thing at NCIS, good surf, a good dog. And Kensi. He had his Kensi. So why on Earth did he have to be siting at this hospital with this young girl that was supposedly his sister? Listening to her sad story about a mother he never knew?

"Leah..." He said softly, "I'm not going to lie to you. I don't know what I'm going to do. To say things are complicated between the two of us... is putting it very lightly." He sighed, reaching out to touch her shoulder as she sniffed again. She stiffened under his touch, but after a moment she leaned into his hand. "I'm glad... that you and your brother got to have the... right kind of relationship with her. I'm glad she was good to you. But that wasn't... that wasn't that case with me. So I need to talk with her and then we'll see what's going on." He squeezed her shoulder again, pulling back slowly. "That's all I can give you right now."

She took another deep breath before looking over at him, nodding. "She was really that bad?"

Deeks ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. "It... it was a bad situation all around. Things could have been handled differently..." He shrugged, quickly turning away and standing. He felt her eyes on him, watching him steadily. "I'm going to talk to her, okay?"

Leah nodded, looking small and scared and for a moment Deeks felt a bit protective of the small girl with her pale skin and red eyes. Just a child... only a few years older than him when he was left alone. "Thank you. For even considering it." She whispered.

He nodded, giving her a small smile before turning and heading back toward his mothers room. He paused before opening the door, glancing around the room before his eyes falling on the sick women in the bed.

She looked older, even under the sickness, than he remembered. Wrinkles where they weren't before, grey in her hair. Whether all that was from the years or the sickness... he wasn't sure. She was still battered, though in a far different way. Sickness was beating her body down now instead of a drunken man's fist. She was so thin and pale, her eyes yellowing and dark circles under her eyes. She was so different from the last time he had seen her. He could see her angry face in front of him now, that scar from the shot gun being bashed into her head still new and fresh and the hard line of her lips as she told him he was a mistake.

Just like that he felt like a little kid again, filled with pain and confusion as he watched his mom drive away and felt his Aunt's hand on his shoulder. He cried in bed that night, his face buried in his pillow so his aunt wouldn't hear him. He knew his mom was angry, knew she was hurt but he was so sure when his father was really gone she would see what he did for them. That he saved them. He had been so sure.

"Marty." She whispered, leaning up with what looked like a great effort. "I thought... I thought you would leave."

He shrugged, glancing at the several machines attached to her. "I said I wanted to talk."

She nodded slowly, fear in her eyes as she stared at him. "Okay. We should talk. It's been so long." She said, giving him a nervous smile. "I never... I never got your wife's name-"

"Stop, okay? We both know that's not what I want to talk about." He said, taking a seat and meeting her eyes. "Why... why tell me now? Why call me now and ask me for this? You've been sick for years. Leah told me everything Derek has had to do."

She closed her eyes, her thin hands shaking in her lap. "I never wanted to ask you. I thought... I thought I would get a donor and you wouldn't have to be involved in all of this. But things changed-"

"You didn't want me around. I get that. You made that clear a long time ago-"

"Oh, Marty, no!" She sighed, shaking her head. "Marty... I was so stupid for what I did to you. It took me a long time to realize how... selfish I was. Even after I had Derek and Leah... I still wasn't in a good enough place to understand how horrible I was. Then their dad did what he did." She shook her head, glancing over at him sadly. "I realized how stupid I had been. Staying around Gordon as long as I did, keeping you there and then... leaving you. You were just a little boy," her voice cracked, tears filling her eyes as she covered her mouth. "You were barely a boy and you had to do what you did. I should have saved you... not the other way around. I was just so afraid of being alone. I'm sorry, Marty, I'm so sorry."

Deeks turned away from her, taking a deep breath and blinking back the tears. It was all the words he had dreamed of hearing for so long, but years after they were due. In a way it was nice, to know that she felt bad, that she suffered like he did. But it didn't heal anything, didn't make him feel complete and whole. "You could have come back. You could have looked for me-"

"I was scared, Marty. That you would hate me. It was what I deserved." She mumbled. "I was so scared of facing you and all that I did."

"And me? It was okay for me to go years thinking neither of my fucking parents gave a damn about me? That to my dad I was only a punching bag and to my mom I was nothing a mistake that saved her life!" His voice was raising now and he felt the anger he was trying to control spill over, filling him, seeping into his whole being. Even as her hands shook and the tear made it's way down her cheek he couldn't stop. There was just to much... "I had to shoot my own father. At eleven. Because he decided to take a shot gun and knocked you so hard upside the head you were out cold. He shot at me. Barely missed. I saved your life! And the first thing you ask for at the hospital is to see him!"

She covered her mouth, more tears falling as she listened to him. "You looked me right in the face and told me I was a mistake. Basically told me you wished I never existed-"

"I know! I know, Marty but-"

"Everything I've ever done in my life was to make sure I didn't end up being like him. Or like you. I went to college, law school. On my own. I'm a good cop and I have a good life. Good people. None of that was because of you." He snapped, taking a deep breath to steady himself and ran his hand through his hair before looking back at her. She bit back a sob, her blue eyes wide and pained as she watched him. "And you call me here to save your life again. What's going to happen if I do it this time, mom?"

"Marty, I never called you here to ask you to do this." She sobbed, wiping her tears away. "I never wanted you to do this for me. I only wanted to talk to you. In case I..."

Deeks stopped, staring at her and taking in the extent of what she was saying. "In case you died." He finished, rubbing his face tiredly and shaking his head. "And now that the kids know that I'm a match? I'm just supposed to make up with you and then walk away while you die and leave those kids?"

"I didn't... I didn't know you would be a match, Marty. I just wanted you here! I know... I know this wasn't how I should have done things. But Marty I needed... I just needed to tell you that I was stupid. And I didn't mean it, what I said. You were never a mistake, sweetie." She paused, reaching out her hand to gently lay it on his arm. He flinched, fighting the urge to rip his arm away. He wasn't sure why he didn't. Despite what she was saying, despite what she was doing, he was still so angry, so hurt. But he couldn't. He couldn't help the fact that this comfort from his mother, he had always wanted it. "You were always such a good kid. And law school, a cop. I'm so proud of who you became. And I still love you, Marty. I've always loved you, baby."

He closed his eyes, a tear slowly slipping down his cheek. He felt her skinny fingers, the soft skin of her palm against his cheek suddenly, brushing away the stray tear gently. "I'm so sorry, baby." She whispered as another tear fell. "I'm so sorry."

It was like Kensi was waiting just behind the door, jerking it open the second after he knocked with wide eyes and worry all over her beautiful features. She took him in, a small, nervous smile on her face as she stepped aside and let him into her room.

"I got food, in case you forgot to eat. And I put all your things in your bedroom-"

She was cut off when he grabbed her waist, pulling her to him and burying his face in her hair. She smelled so familiar and welcoming... strawberries and mint and something just so... Kensi. He felt her hesitate for just a moment before her arms were around him, holding him tightly around the waist. It felt so good, so right.

"You had a lot of cheetos, didn't you?" He whispered in her ear, smiling as she burst into laughter, leaning back to punch him lightly on the arm.

"Shut up." She mumbled, smiling sheepishly as he grinned at her. "I was hungry earlier. It was one of the things I bought at walmart."

He nodded, taking in the three bags of what he was sure was junk food and the empty family sized bag of cheetos in the trash can. "Worried about me, Fern?" He asked, his tone light but he saw the way the words effected her. Her smile faded just a bit, her shoulders slumping as she watched him.

"Did you... talk with her?" She asked softly, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. He sat down next to her, nodding slowly. He heard the intake of breath from her, saw the hard edge in her eyes. "What did she say?"

"She said she doesn't want me to give her anything. That she only... only asked me here so that she could talk with me."

Kensi's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her lips pursing as she processed this information. "She... she doesn't want you to donate..."

"Nope. She just wanted to apologize for everything that happened and wanted me to know she didn't mean what she said. She wanted to tell me that... in case she died."

Kensi sighed, shaking her head. "God. Do you believe her?"

Deeks stared at the television, watching some preview for the Office flash in front of him as he mauled over the loaded question.

"Yeah. She told me... she told me to leave after she said what she had to. Told me to go home and not to worry about her. She seemed serious. And I think... I think she meant what she said. About everything that happened between us."

He felt Kensi's fingers wrap around his, tightening reassuringly just like she did several weeks before when he told her all of this. "So... are you okay? Do you feel better?"

He felt Kensi's warm palm against his, the roughness of her fingers and he remembered the way his mother's hand felt against his. Remembered the way she cried. The way she had comforted him. "It doesn't fix everything. She still left me all these years... but its nice knowing she... she's sorry."

He felt Kensi's eyes on him and even though he didn't look at her, he could picture the protective way she was watching him. He could feel the way she was struggling with still being furious with his mother and trying to wrap her head around the fact that he was now somewhat okay with her. "Marty," She whispered, a hint of fear in her voice, "you're going to have the surgery, aren't you?"

He turned to look at her now, taking in the fear on her face and marveling in the fact that Kensi Blye was actually showing him how scared she was. Scared for him. He squeezed her hand now, hoping to reassure her. "Yeah." He whispered, giving her a crooked smile. "Leah... she's a good kid. And Derek, he quit school to get another job to support them and he tried to donate the minute they found out she was sick. He... he was angry because I could do what he couldn't. They love her. A lot. And just... just because I didn't have the right relationship with her doesn't mean I should just walk away and let them loose their mom."

Kensi nodded slowly, her eyes roaming over his face as she stared at him, her face unreadable. "God, Deeks." She whispered, but her voice wasn't mocking or hurtful. She sounded almost amused, tilting her head at him before leaning over and pressing a light, sweet kiss to his cheek. It was lingering and he couldn't help the happiness from overtaking him. She leaned back after, her mismatched eyes cautious as she stared at him. "Deeks..."

And then her lips were on his, scared and unsure at first, something so unlike her. He encouraged her though, moving his hand to her neck, feeling the soft skin of her neck and deepening the kiss.

This felt... amazing. After the day he had, dealing with all of the pain of his past, to come back to Kensi and have her comfort him, kiss him, it made this all worth it. The elation he felt now, so different then the old pain he felt earlier, was coursing through him, filling him.

"Kensi..." He breathed when she slowly pulled away. He pressed his forehead against hers, not able to control the smile that came over his face. "I guess I should donate organs to estranged family members more often, if this is what I get."

She laughed, her fingers running through his hair gently. "I don't think you have to go that far." She smiled, closing her eyes when he pressed another kiss to her jaw.

"You saying you'll kiss me some more, Fern?"

His voice was light, teasing but he pulled back to watch her reaction. He could see she saw the deeper meaning behind the question, saw the way her mind went over everything that was going on. They both knew how the other felt. It was obvious, this 'thing' they had. They both knew about it, tip toed around it but never acted or discussed it. But now they were kissing on her hotel bed and he knew there was no ignoring it after this.

"I guess it wouldn't be to bad. It wasn't as terrible as I thought."

Deeks grinned at her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips again. "You thought about it, Kensi? Dirty girl."

She laughed again, her eyes bright and happy as she murmured a shut up before grabbing him and kissing him again.

"I can tell what you're thinking. And when the drugs kick in, Kensi, I'll turn around so you can see how cute my butt is."

Kensi shot him a glare, her lips pursed to keep from smiling. "You're an idiot." She said, her lips twitching upward as she sat down next to his bed. She reached out, taking his hand in hers and he eagerly wrapped his fingers around hers.

"Remember Kensi, there are others at the hospital... so leave some of that crappy food in the vending machines for the others. Besides, I put like four twinkies in your purse and some chocolate too just in case-"

"Shut up before I hit you." She snapped, her nails digging into his hand as punishment.

"You'll thank me after." He said, grinning at her cheekily. She shook her head, grinning in amusement before scooting closer.

"They said it was only 6 hours or so, right?" She asked for Deeks was sure the millionth time. He'd watched her drill the doctor in the hallway, her arms folded and her voice sharp as she glared at him. He almost laughed when the doctor shifted uncomfortably, excusing himself when Kensi had paused to take a breath. He'd scurried away so fast Deeks had to wonder if Kensi had threatened him with her gun.

"Yes." He said, gently squeezing her hand. "It's gonna be fine Kens. Gotta good doctor. You drilled him on his schooling and how long he's been doing this already, I'm sure." He watched her shrug sheepishly, shifting in her seat. He only smiled at her. "It'll be fine." He repeated, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead.

"Okay." She muttered, shifting in her chair before squeezing his hand again. "I'll be there when you wake up. And I'll call Hetty and the others-"

A knock interrupted her, bringing both their attention to the door. Derek shifted nervously in the doorway, looking torn between coming in and walking out. Leah looked calmer and slightly more happy to be there, walking into the room quickly and giving Deeks a smile. Kensi glanced at him, her eyebrows raised as Leah stopped at the end of the bed.

"I'll go call the team." Kensi said, giving Deeks a smile as she stood.

"You don't have to leave." Leah said quickly, but Kensi shook her head, smiling at the young girl.

"Its fine. Nell has been texting me every five minutes anyway." She said, leaning down to press a kiss to Deeks cheek. "I'll see you after."

"Remember the twinkies, Fern." He called out as she walked past Derek. She threw him another glare as she exited, already dialing the number. He turned his attention to Derek and Leah after Kensi left, watching in amusement as Leah urged Derek forward, a stern look on her young face.

"Derek wanted to say something." She said, giving her brother a glare as he sighed, folding his arms across his chest and frowning. "Derek," Leah snapped, sounding far older than 14.

"Look, I'm sorry. For how I was the other day. Whatever." Derek grumbled, throwing his sister a glare.

"Derek-" Leah sighed, shaking her head at him. He opened his mouth to snap back at her before Deeks interrupted the two, his amusement growing.

"It's fine." He said quickly, watching as both of them quieted and turn toward him. "It's a stressful situation all around. It's all right, man."

Derek stared at him for a long moment, looking slightly confused before he tore his eyes off of Deeks, taking to stare at his feet instead. "Mom told us what happened. How your dad was and what you did for her." Derek glanced at him, something that almost looked like respect in his eyes. "Just... thanks for doing this, I guess."

Deeks nodded, shifting in his bed. He felt slightly groggy now, his head light and he knew the drugs were kicking in. "You're welcome... I guess." He responded, smiling at Derek. He returned it, somewhat less enthusiastically, but as far as things went Deeks considered it progress.

"If you want, we can come see you after too. If it's okay..." Leah said nervously, smiling at him. "I mean, I know you'll probably want to be with your girlfriend-"

"No, that's fine." Deeks said quickly, watching Leah's smile brighten and he felt a large amount of affection for the young girl. He didn't know how things would be with his mother after this. There was so much pain and hurt there, he wasn't sure if they would ever be able to get past everything, but he knew he would keep in contact with his siblings at the very least. He wasn't sure how Derek would feel about that, but he would at least give it a try. "You can come by. Might be a little high on the drugs, but I think that'll be a good time for everyone."

Leah laughed, smiling happily. Even Derek looked amused or at least slightly less uncomfortable. "Okay!" She said, nodding. "Okay, we'll come by then."

She came around the bed then, leaning over and wrapping her thin arms around him. "Thank you." She whispered as he returned the hug. He smiled at her when she pulled back, nodding.

"Excuse me." Deeks glanced at the door, seeing a female nurse smiling politely at the three of them. "We're ready to take you to the OR."

Deeks nodded, giving Leah another smile and nodding toward Derek. "I'll see you when we're done, alright?"

Leah nodded, smiling at him again as the nurse came over, unhooking some of the machines and adjusting his bed. Derek followed Leah out of the room, giving him one last look before exiting his room. "Ready to go?" The nurse asked, giving him a bright smile. He nodded, laying back against the pillow before she wheeled him out of the room.

"I bought all the groceries you wanted, I fed Monty and I got you several movies, so I think your set for the day." Deeks watched as Kensi looked around his apartment, her eyebrows furrowed as she mentally went over the list of things she had sent up for him for the day. "I'll come over during lunch and I'll bring it so-"

"You're so cute when you worry about me." Deeks grinned, chuckling when she gave him one of her deadly glares.

"Just don't move around to much. Remember to take your meds. If it hurts to much, call the hospital like they said. And don't be stupid about what you think you can do-"

"No surfing then?" He asked, interrupting her before she could snap at him. "I got it, Kens. I'll stay on the couch all day. I have a bottle to pee in so I don't have to go all the way to the bathroom. I've got this."

"Don't be gross." She snapped, wrinkling her nose before he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Just... call me if you need anything."

"I will." He promised, wrapping his arms around her. She barely hugged him, her arms wrapping around him gingerly to avoid hurting his healing wound and he almost laughed in amusement. The irony of Kensi 'you take me to the hospital and I'll kill you' Blye ordering him to call his doctor and take it easy was far to funny. But he loved how worried she was for him. She was actually cleaning his house for him... probably far better than she had ever cleaned her own.

"I think that's everything so-"

Her cell phone rang and she sighed, taking it out of her pocket. Deeks saw Callen's number flashing on the front and he gave her an amused smile when she looked at him almost apologetically. "Go, Kens. I'm fine. Swear."

"But-"

"Go, before you're fired, partner." He said, giving her another quick kiss before she answered the phone. She watched him slowly lower himself on the couch as she assured Callen she would be there in ten minutes. He nodded at her, waving as she slowly headed toward the door. He heard her still talking with Callen as the door snapped shut. Monty was quickly at his side when she left, laying down next to him.

Leah and Derek had come to his room after he had woken up, like they had promised. They had been greeted by a very doped up Deeks as well as Kensi, Callen, Sam and Nell. They had driven up after they got off work, to Deeks surprise. Nell had filled his room with a couple balloons, some flowers and a cute little bear. Deeks had told Hetty she could tell the team what he was in San Diego for, but he hadn't expected them to come up themselves. It was a nice surprise. Even if Sam and Callen teased him about telling Sam how much he loved him when he was high.

He'd seen his mother once before he left. It was an awkward goodbye before he left, where she spend most of the time crying and thanking him. He had assured her he would check in every once in a while, which seemed like a bit less than she wanted, but she had took what he was willing to give. Leah had eagerly given him their home phone and address as well as her cell phone before he left, hugging him around the middle tightly when he promised to give her a call. Derek was less eager, but he shook Deeks had before he left, thanking him again. Deeks made a mental note to send some money down when he could and try to get Derek back in school.

It was odd, having this option to get close with a family he never knew he had. He had given up on something like this so long ago, but the more he thought about it, the more time he spent with Leah and Derek the more he wanted it. His mother and him had several years of baggage to work through, but Leah and Derek... they were good kids and he liked them quite a bit. He knew no matter where he and his mother were in their relationship, he wasn't going to be able to walk away from the two kids.

He had a family. A real blood family now and the fact still overwhelmed him a bit. But he couldn't say he wasn't happy about it. It was new and he would have to learn how to deal with a real family, but he was willing. And he had this new, amazing thing with Kensi. He knew it was still new and fresh and Kensi still had her worries, but he had a good feeling about it. Just like Leah and Derek, he knew he could never willingly walk awake from Kensi. The women had him wrapped around her finger from day one.

He reached for his phone before turning the TV on, searching through his contacts before finding the number. The phone rang a couple times before she answered.

"Hey, Marty!"

"Hey, Leah. How are you?"

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