A/N OK so this isn't a very long chapter and I did think the story was finished but apparently not!
So hope you enjoy this one and please review :)
usual disclaimer applies.
How you remind me – Chapter 9
How you remind me – Chapter 9
Kensi held her breath as a thousand things ran through her brain.
OK, so, he had got in via the window, if she yelled, he'd shoot her, but would Callen and Sam be able to get in before he shot Deeks and his mom. She waited to see what his next move was as she slowly tried to reach for the gun in her back, which she discovered wasn't there.
"I ain't stupid girly, I got your gun." he breathed in her ear. "Keep it quiet, we don't wanna wake up the neighbours." He walked over and locked the door.
"They will kill you." Kensi whispered back at him.
She cringed as he sniggered, "Yea but not before the kid and his bitch mother are dead."
"Don't move." Came a weak voice from the bed. Kensi looked over to see Deeks with the gun he had stashed under his pillow, Brandel sneered at his son, "Gonna shoot me again"
Deeks was sweating with the exhaustion of holding the gun and hauled himself out of bed, leaning against the wall.
Brandel pushed Kensi towards Deeks and aimed at Molly lying in the bed.
"No...please." Deeks begged, "She can't hurt you, leave her, please Dad, don't." Tears rolled down his face and the gun in his hand shook.
Brandel felt invincible he was he'd admit a little drunk but finally was at the point of revenge after all the brat shot him and what would hurt the kid more, would be to shoot his mom. Finally his nightmares watching the little brat with a revolver shooting him would be over. He went to pull the trigger and for a moment was satisfied with the sound of the gunshot in the room, He looked at the boy with a sneer and felt delight in the look of horror on his face.
Deeks welled up with tears and slid down the wall as Callen and Sam broke into the room. Kensi took the gun out of his shaking hand and pulled his horrified eyes towards her, "Deeks...Deeks...Marty, look at me. Your ok it's over." She said. She looked at Callen who with a curt nod informed her that Brandel was dead.
"Your mom's ok you saved her." Kensi said.
Deeks sat there in shock.
He wasn't sure if he was crying cos it was all over, or if it was because he had just shot his Dad.
He tried to focus on Kensi but found he couldn't tear his eyes away from Brandel. He crawled over toward him and moved Callen out of the way. "I'm sorry." He said. His heart was pumping incredibly fast and his brain was trying to process what had happened. This man had made his life hell, but all he had ever wanted was for one moment with him. One moment where his Dad could have told him he loved him and where he could have made him feel wanted. The biggest blow was the fact that despite what his dad had done to him, Deeks was actually sad he had died and felt a huge pang of guilt being the one who had shot him. On the other hand his mom was safe. Callen helped Deeks up and suddenly Deeks spoke, "Get that piece of garbage away from my mom." Callen heard the slight tremor in his voice.
Deeks decided no one got to know how he felt about this, not yet, best to get his mom safe first.
Deeks sat back on the bed and closed his eyes; he didn't want to look as they took his Dads body out of the room. He shook his head to himself it was funny in an ironic way he'd finally acknowledged Brandel as his dad but it took him shooting his father to do it.
Also he figured he didn't want to look in his teammates eyes, he knew they would pity him and he did know what he felt yet, whether it was pity for his father, love, hatred, longing maybe for a life he never had but always wanted, but even though he had been alone for years he had never felt alone until now. And dammit he was scared. He kept having flashbacks to when he was hiding under the slide and the cops were chasing him. Mentally he knew he was coming undone and it scared the hell out of him.
He lay on his bed unmoving and not responding to Kensi, This scared her. They called a doctor in who checked out his physical wounds first, some of the stitching had come undone so they patched that back up all the while he didn't talk. The Doctor suggested that they move him back to the room next door. Kensi didn't want to but she wanted some sort of reaction out of Deeks. Even the doctor became concerned when they moved him and his eyes didn't even acknowledge the change.
Hetty turned up. As next of kin the hospital had given her a call, she rounded the other agents up.
"I have talked to Mr. Deeks' doctor, they are concerned about his mental health, I have called in a favour and we have a specialist flying into see him." She told them.
Callen eyed her warily, she knew of his distrust of 'shrinks' and how much right now all he would want is to protect the LAPD liaison. Hetty put a hand up to forestall his next objection, "Mr. Callen I have called back Dr. Getz,"
"Why isn't this over?" Kensi asked.
Hetty placed a hand on her arm, "You all need to go home and rest, and tomorrow you can do your paperwork. I will stay with Mr. Deeks then you can come back tomorrow."
Hetty sat in the chair next to Deeks, "Oh, Mr. Deeks I don't envy what you are going through right now, but know we all care about you and will be here for you."
If Deeks heard her he gave no sign, but he did blink and close his eyes. Hetty smiled, she feared it was all she could hope for right now.
