Chapter 7

Deeks opened an eye as Max shook him awake, he looked around it was still daylight, "Thought we weren't going till after dark?" Deeks slurred the tequila still floating around his system.

"We got company, were you followed?" Max snarled.

Deeks rubbed a hand down his face, "No…you sure it ain't the federales?" Deeks yawned, grabbing a bottle and not really caring either way.

Max snatched it off him and threw it at the corner where it shattered spraying glass over the head and body of Simon Fitzgerald who was tied up to a chair in the corner. Alcohol and glass rained down over the agent who flinched.

Deeks laughed, "He's scared of a little alcohol," forgetting the company for a moment Deeks walked up to Fitzgerald and breathing his alcohol fueled breath in his face said, "You think my baby girl flinched when you beat her, or when you had her kidnapped and taken away from her mother."

Fitzgerald looked up his concussion easing to see the face of the LAPD liaison officer who had been in with the agents from OSP.

Deeks ripped away the gag over Fitzgerald's mouth, "So did she, did she cry, did she beg for you to take her home…you knew she was the child of a colleague and yet you put her through this!"

Simon smiled, "She was a pretty thing and I made sure she'll never forget me."

Deeks snapped round and went to punch him.

"Martin!" Gentry stopped him, "Followed remember!"

"What?" Deeks asked confused.

"I HAVE FEDS OUTSIDE!" Gentry screamed in his face.

Deeks looked outside, ignoring Sam's car he couldn't see anything, Sam's car he saw every day.

"Don't see anything, just Sam." he mumbled, not even thinking as he picked up his gun off the table,

"Sam?" Max asked his voice a low growl.

Deeks shrugged, Sam was just Sam, and maybe he was waiting for Callen.


Callen and Sam listened to Eric, "OK so, Max Gentry, 53. Brother to Jessica Brandel, he took Deeks in when Martin Brandel shot his father and his mother was institutionalized."

"His mother's crazy?" Callen asked.

"Nope in a coma, has been since Deeks was eleven. Deeks has been paying for her medical bills since he left school." Eric said surprised.

"He never said." Sam said shocked,

"He never says much of anything." Callen stated. "Gentry have a record?" Callen asked.

"Er…yeah, he has been arrested for running a child pick-pocketing ring, gun running, drug smuggling and dealing, he's like a modern day Fagin." Eric said

"Who?" Callen asked.

"Fagin, Mr. Callen, A man who ran a group of orphans and had them engage in illicit activities for profit." Hetty interjected.

"Did he get arrested?" Callen asked.

"It was in a book called Oliver Twist by Mr. Charles Dickens." Hetty enlightened him.

"Oh." Callen said shooting Sam a 'save me' look.

"You think Deeks ran with him?" Sam asked.

"He might have done, they seemed to be pretty close." Eric said to them.

"Be careful Mr. Hanna, our Mr. Deeks may be protective of Mr. Gentry."

"We need to get in there." Sam said and checked his gun.


Max relaxed, the one thing he knew was that no matter what, Martin would never betray him and if it worked out maybe he could finally get Martin to leave the LAPD and come and work for him, put the talents he'd taught his nephew to better use.

He looked at the tied up, battered and bruised body of the federal Agent.

"Marty…What do you plan on doing when this is over, I mean I'm all for killing him, he hurt your kid. But how can you go back to working for the agency that employed him?" he asked opening a new bottle of Jack and passing it to his inebriated nephew.

Deeks took a long swig. "I dunno, I mean…I can't go back I know this is bad, but he hurt my little girl!"

"Why aren't you with her, surely she needs her father, won't she miss you?"

"I haven't met her; she's in the hospital with her mother." Deeks admitted.

"And you're here?" Max pushed hoping to get a rise out of him.

"I need this, he needs to pay…he has a badge and he's acting like he's fucking GOD!" Deeks snapped, the alcohol starting to get to him.

Max smiled, "Nearly there boy…"

Deeks looked at him quizzically, "What?"

"You've lost your job, someone you worked with got your kid hurt…you need to work for me…just like your father."

"I AM NOT LIKE HIM!" Deeks yelled.

"YES YOU ARE!" Max screamed back at him, he grabbed Deeks by the hair and turned his face to the battered Agent sitting in the corner. "If you're not like Gordon, then why the HELL is he HERE and not in a fucking jail cell." Max yelled pointing to Fitzgerald tied up and bleeding in the corner.

Deeks looked at Fitzgerald like it was the first time he'd noticed the man was there. "I…I dunno…I wanted…he…" Deeks couldn't finish.

"See you find yourself a father and immediately turn into yours. You are Gordon's son, nothing will change that, the question is what are you going to do about it?" Max sneered putting a gun into Deeks' hand. "Shoot him, come work for me."

Deeks stared at the gun and at the frightened eyes on the federal Agent as he looked from the uncle to the nephew.

"We are blood Martin, you were trained to be mine…this is what he wanted, You'll make enough money to provide for your kid and they will never have to see this."

Deeks shook as the full impact of his actions hit him, "Oh my god, I've ruined everything!" he breathed. Realizing how much like his father he was becoming.


There was a loud crash as Callen and Sam kicked the door down.

"Deeks…FREEZE!" Sam said pointing his gun at his friend, "Come on Deeks, put the gun down."

"I…I dunno, Sam, I…." Deeks started, he couldn't think his head was pounding and the room was spinning.

Callen raised his gun at Max who was pointing a gun at Deeks as well. "Federal Agent, Drop the gun!"

"NO!" Deeks moved to put himself in between Max and Callen as Max tried to shoot Deeks. Callen fired, his bullet missing Deeks and hitting Max, Max's bullet hit Deeks in the side and both men went down.

"Maaax!" Deeks groaned as he tried to get closer to his uncle. "Max….Don't die…please, don't die…" He grabbed Max's head the bullet hole in the center of his forehead.

"Deeks…I'm…" Callen tried to help him but Deeks shook him off,

"HE WAS MY FAMILY!" Deeks sobbed, he reached for the gun, but Callen kicked it away from him. He could smell the alcohol on Deeks' breath and knew he was intoxicated.

"Eric, we need two ambulances' and a coroner's van." Sam said.

"Deeks?"

"He's ok, well, he's been shot, but he's not the one who's dead."

"Mr. Hanna, Agent Fitzgerald?" Hetty asked.

"He's alive, beaten, but still ok for questioning."

"So Mr. Gentry…?"

"He's dead, Callen shot him, and Max shot Deeks."

Hetty sighed, "Very well Mr. Hanna, you will wait there for a team to arrive to take over the scene, Mr. Callen is to accompany, Mr. Deeks to hospital, and you need to arrest him until we can interview him about this. I can stall internal affairs for only so long Mr. Hanna, I want this dealt with as soon as possible. You will accompany Agent Fitzgerald I want him interviewed as well as soon as he is able."