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Chapter 9
Marty not thinking about anything but saving his sister, the only person he knew who gave a damn if he lived or died, launched himself at the monster of his nightmares.
He saw and heard the gun go off and grunted as he felt the bullet go through his leg.
As his head hit the floor he felt himself go dizzy, he realized that Brandel must have hit his artery, but this meant Brandel wasn't hurt, and he still needed to stop his father from killing his sister.
Callen and Sam made it to the container first to see a broken and bloodied Marty crawling over to his sister and collapsing protectively over her as Brandel raised his gun again.
Not even thinking both men fired one hitting Brandel in the chest the other right between the eyes as a look of surprise crossed Brandel's face and he fell down dead.
Callen looked over at Deeks and Jen in the corner, Deeks looked over at him. "It's ok Deeks we got him."
The briefest smile crossed his face as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and Deeks passed out.
"Marty!" Jeff Deeks ran in and tried moving his son off the girl he was protecting, she in turn had her arms around him and wasn't letting go.
"Jen, you gotta let him go, I need to check his injuries." Jeff said as Kensi called the paramedics.
Sam stepped over the body of Brandel, "Come on Jen, let's get you out of here." Sam knew he was going to talk to her later about following them from the mission, but right now she didn't need to hear it.
Jeff on moving Deeks had realized he was bleeding from his femoral artery. He pulled his belt off and made a make-shift tourniquet. "Are the paramedics on their way?" he asked the panic in his voice evident.
Callen nodded. "I've called in the local Leo's to take care of the group in the house and Brandel's body." He told Jeff.
"I don't give a damn about Brandel." Jeff snarled. He tightened his grip on Deeks as he felt his boy shift.
Jen sat outside sobbing uncontrollably as Kensi sat with her. "I didn't mean to, I saw Brandel and realized that Marty had to be here, I was told not to go to the house, I…I thought if I could get close enough and find out where Dad was holding him, I could tell you and you could save him, but he…he found me." She sobbed.
"You should have listened to Callen, but I know you didn't mean to do anything wrong." Kensi said. She looked up as the paramedics arrived and rushed into the container.
"Is….is he gonna die?" Jen asked fearfully.
"Na," Kensi smiled, "Deeks is too stubborn to die." She said and hoped to God she was right.
Jeff insisted on climbing into the ambulance with him as they headed to the hospital.
Callen corralled the others, "We've gotta head to the hospital, Deeks'll need us when he wakes up, and Sam on the way you'd better call Hetty as his next of kin."
"She's already on her way," Eric's voice came over the earwig.
Callen smiled he had forgotten about Eric listening in and knew then that everything had already been arranged and that if Deeks had a chance his odds of survival had just gone up.
Arriving at the hospital Jeff followed as the paramedics whisked Deeks straight through to surgery and he stood there his clothes covered in blood looking completely lost.
"Mr. Deeks?" Hetty said walking up to the man. "Young Martin is in good hands." She reassured him.
"Forms….don't I need to fill out some forms for him?" Jeff said in a daze.
"Mr. Deeks added me as his next of kin, all the forms are completed, and they have all his information so they were able to operate straight away." Hetty told him.
Jeff sat down with his head in his hands, "He took my name Miss Lange, but I was never allowed to tell him, that I love him like he was my own."
"I'm sure he knows that." Hetty said.
"I don't know, he always was a quiet kid." Jeff said, "I take it you know about his mother?"
Hetty nodded, "I found out this morning, Did Mr. Deeks know that his mother was kidnapped and that he was the result of rape?"
"I never told him, I met with his grandparents on his mother's side once, they were wealthy snobs, they were horrible people…I told them about him, how he was a great kid, he worked hard in school he was kind and loving like his mother he had nothing of his father in him…but they called him such names, they had a lawyer serve me as his guardian never to tell him about them, they cut him off from his inheritance. They wouldn't even contribute to his education, he had to work his way through law school even though he was related to the Johansen's of Beverly Hills."
"I thought her name was Ally Johnson?" Hetty said remembering the file.
"A small error in original reporting that the Johansen family paid the police to keep in there, they told everyone their daughter died of Leukemia, rather than actually look for her." Deeks said his anger palpable.
Hetty had heard of the family and knowing now she could see the family resemblance.
"Until he found Jen, he thought he had no family." Hetty told Jeff, "I am however surprised he didn't call you when he was shot?" she remarked.
Jeff smiled, "He did, I was undercover with a Mexican drug cartel, he refused to allow me to leave to come to him, told me it was a flesh wound I was as mad as Hell when I found out the truth." He admitted.
"Yes he can play down his injuries sometimes." Hetty agreed.
Jeff looked at the small woman, he was glad she was there and realized that she cared as much about his foster son's wellbeing as he did.
They both looked up as the tired group of Agents and the young woman entered into the waiting room.
"How is he?" Callen asked for the group.
"He's in surgery right now." Jeff told them, he hadn't told any of them that his heart had stopped beating on the way to the hospital.
Jen looked up at the man who was at least two feet taller than her, "Will he be ok?" she asked her voice scared.
"Yeah," he said. "We should meet properly Jeff Deeks, Marty's foster dad," Jeff smiled at her, "I mean, if you're Marty's sister that should make me your foster dad too?" he offered.
Jen smiled, "Really?" She looked hopeful that maybe Deeks' foster dad would accept her. "Marty talks about you a lot." She admitted, "He says that you're what a parent should be like."
Jeff smiled. "That's a great compliment; remind me to tell him when he wakes up."
They looked up as a doctor walked out from behind a set of double doors.
"Family of Martin Deeks?" he called.
They all stood up and walked towards him, "All of you?" he asked surprised.
Hetty smiled, "All of us." She informed him.
"Well, he had a gunshot wound to the leg which nicked his femoral artery, we have repaired it and given him a blood transfusion, he needed four pints, he had multiple cuts and wounds which required stitching and a fractured cheekbone and concussion, he has four broken ribs and most of his body is covered in bruising." He said and waited as the information sunk in.
They all looked shocked at the doctor but waited as he went on, "He is awake and responsive although very sluggish due to the medication he's on. Our main problem is his mental health, I'm not sure exactly what he's been through, but other than answering basic questions he is not engaging with anyone."
Hetty stood up, "I am his next of kin and his boss, I will go in along with Mr. Deeks his foster father and Miss Brandel, his sister." she told the doctor.
He nodded and moved to allow them to pass.
Deeks sat in the bed, he knew he was in a hospital, he could feel his injuries but he knew from the dullness he was feeling that he was on some pretty strong painkillers.
He didn't want to talk to the doctors or nurses that were fussing around him checking he was ok, did he want a drink? Did he want to use the bathroom?
God couldn't they see what he was…..he was damaged, he was a child of a rape victim, his blood family didn't want him, he wasn't worthy enough to be with them….his father had told him so, he had grown up thinking his mother loved him, now he wasn't so sure. He must have caused her pain every time she looked at him. He had done that to the mother he had idolized. He had made her life painful, if it hadn't been for him she could have got away and gone back to her family. He had taken that away from her by being born.
He had done his job; he had saved the innocent….his sister.
But there was no more reason for him to be, the Marty Deeks he thought he was didn't exist anymore. Knowing what he was now how could he face his team?
His last memory before the blood loss had claimed him had been a doozy. He had seen his foster father looking down at him surrounded by what could have been his grandparents sneering down at the eleven year old boy and his foster father saying, "I don't give a damn about Brandel."
Stifling a sob Marty shifted his position and stared at the wall as he heard the door open.
He didn't care who it was he didn't look, "Go away," he mumbled and turned his back on them hoping they would just leave him alone.
