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Deeks interviews a young kid who got abused by his father, he comforts the kid by telling his story and Kensi comes along somewhere to be there for Deeks? – requested by anonymous
"The kids been abused." Sam shakes his head.
"Though work to get something out of him." Callen agrees while both watch the monitor in the boatshed, trying to figure out how they could get the boy to admit that he has been abused and even give up that it was his father. At least that was the best guess from the two.
"I'll do it." Deeks mumbled quietly and already left to talk with the kid. Sam cracked a slight joke how Shaggy would do his magic, but Callen shook his head and Kensi glared at him.
"Hey." Deeks entered the room and sat himself on the side of the table. He waited a bit and was still met by silence. "My name is Marty Deeks. You decide what you call me, though Deeks is just fine. Everyone calls me that. I really-"
"You get called by your lastname?" the kid interrupted.
"Yeah, kind of a long story." Deeks shrugs his shoulders. "What shall I call you?" He asked avoiding the topic. After some moments of silence the kid answered.
"Well I guess since I will call you by your last name you can call me by mine. It's Cooper."
"If that's what you want, then I will call you that, Cooper." Deeks smiles slightly.
"But you have to tell me first why you're okay with people calling you by your last name." the kid added, having noticed that Deeks tried to avoid the topic previously.
"Alright." He drawls and clears his throat. "You got time? Because this story is kind of long." He shrugs and tries to escape what is coming.
"I am here, ain't i?" the kid mumbles and pulls on his sleeve, obviously hiding a fresh bruise.
"Touché." Deeks mumbles. "Alright, here we go… It starts when I was a kid." Deeks tells quietly, his mind slowly bringing back these vivid pictures of his childhood. "You gotta no that I ain't got the sunshine and rainbows in my childhood." He sets of a warning, he doesn't know if it's for the kid, for his colleges outside watching him or rather just for himself.
"Can't be that bad if you're a cop or fed." The kid shrugs but Deeks ignores the jab.
"So I was four.. at least that's the first time I remember it." He takes a breath. "I had played in the living room during the day, my dad was out and my mom had to do everything house related." And just as he was telling it, the scene plays in his head. "It was in the evening that my toys were still cluttered around the living room and my dad came home.. at that age I didn't knew what was wrong, now I know he was drunk and high as a kite." He chuckles to himself and doesn't notice anyone around anymore, too fixed on the story. "Anyways he say the toys and yelled at my mom. I couldn't sleep yet so I sat on the stairs upstairs, spying. I was angry how he threatened mom so I went downstairs. Seems like it was the right timing seeing as my.. " he took a deep breath. "my father" he spit out. "he thought his bastard of a son needed to be taught a lesson." The chuckle that escaped Deeks was anything but funny.
" And well you know how it goes." He snaps back to reality a smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes or was convincing at all. "Dad does it once and he does it again." Deeks shrugs his shoulder and the kid looks down on his hands, fiddling with his shirt sleeve. "Basically that continued throughout the years until I turned eleven." He sighs and stops, taking deep breaths. He hadn't noticed that by now Kensi had entered the room and stood behind him. Just as she placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it, he looked up to see her give him as sad smile.
"What happened at eleven?" the kid asked quietly, interrupting their moment.
"I shot him." Deeks said in a stone cold voice.
"You did what?" the kid asked shocked.
"My friend gave me gun about two weeks before it happened. You know we kinda lived in the neighborhood where this whole thing was normal so kids had to look out for themselves. He did look out for me and it helped me. I shot my father and he went to jail. Been thrown into foster care because my mom had enough of me and while I heard different experiences, for me it was the best thing that could have happened." Deeks shrugs.
"And what does this have to do with your last name?"
"It's the surname of my adoptive parents." He smiles fondly. "So I am rather proud to be called by that and not my name I was born." Deeks admits. "I shortened Martin to Marty so there is a difference between now and then." He says and smiles, a real one this time.
"Did it help?" the kid whispered.
"You said it yourself, something must have been good if I turned out as a cop." He smiles at the kid.
"If I tell you everything…will I get something like that too?" the 13 year old asked. And right in that moment the door to the room opened again and revealed Hetty.
"Yeah you will, Cooper." Deeks smiles at him. "She will make sure of that." He nods at Hetty. While Cooper begins to tell her everything, Kensi and Deeks leave the room, Kensi holding his hand and squeezing it occasionally, leading him straight to the couch and kind of places herself between Deeks and the sight of Callen's and Sam's shocked looks.
"Deeks." She whispered with a smile, causing him to look up confused.
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Deeks." She just says again, with an even bigger smile this time.
"Kensi-" he starts but gets interrupted.
"Deeks." She grins and slowly sees the light go on in his head.
"Really?"
"Really." She grins and all he can do is pull her in a hug.
