DISCLAIMER: NCIS LA and characters are not mine. Just a few original characters and the plot from this fanfic are actually mine.
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"Kensi ..."
She turned, anxious. She was sure to hear him call her. But the voice came from far away. It's only a reminder of one of the few times he didn't use one of the millions of nicknames that he gave to her. The eyes returned to the screen of her cell phone. The body bent and the elbows resting on her knees. Her feet hit the ground without much rhythm, just in anticipation of some news.
- Kensi.
It's just a voice echoing in the head. It's just worry taking over. Better stop and stay strong. The team don't need her fear; they needed her skills.
- Earth to Kensi!
There's a snap right in front of her face, and the agent got up at once, almost defensively. Only then did he realize that it was not Deeks's voice echoing in his thoughts; It was Callen who had been released only with a small cut on his forehead, the result of a shard from the shattered glass of the car.
- Callen...you scared me!...What about Sam?
- Some cuts, the head aching for the beat and whatever came out of the gas can we collect. But he'll be fine. They want to keep he resting today.
- Good, good.
Callen knows what his colleague is going through. How many times had he been afraid? He stopped counting a long time ago. Sam became more than his perceiver; is his best friend. His link to the world. Without him, Callen was just a stranger who doesn't know his own story. So at that moment he thought about Deeks and Kensi.
He doesn't know how bad the detective's past should be. Probably the only person who knows anything other than Deeks...is Hetty. It's time to ask the operations manager some questions. That confiscated weaponry could take away thousands of lifes. The team doesn't know if there is more out there. And the worst of all factors: the serum. There was only one bottle full of psychoactive poison in that box. Which means there is more of it hidden somewhere.
There is no more time to lose. He walked over to where Sam was and found the tiny manager, who walked into the hospital shortly after getting some information about the whole ambush. Kensi was right behind Callen.
- Hetty...we need to talk.
- I agree, mr. Callen. About many things. But it's hard...to find the right beginning.
- Deeks. Let's start with he and all of this.
They all turned to Sam, who managed to sit on the bed without feeling a wave of nausea and dizziness invading his body. There's a spark of anger in his eyes that Callen knows very well: the frustration of not being able to complete a mission. And now the detective's life is jeopardized.
Hetty could deny it. She could say it's a subject that only Marty should authorize to be spoken or not. But she knows it would be a waste of time. And she kept everything she knew in silence enough time. It's time to talk, because it could save Deeks.
She only hoped that one day he would forgive her.
- The father figure Deeks always remembered is Gordon John Brandel. I know everyone has heard this name recently. Roberta, Deeks' mother, met Gordon when she wore the identity of Elisa Marie Deeks. Apparently the single mother of a two-year-old boy, Martin Alexander Deeks. At first Gordon was sympathetic and loving, and became a true father to the boy. Then "Elisa" felt comfortable telling the truth to Brandel: that his real name is Roberta and the boy's name is Dmitri.
- And that was the biggest mistake of my life.
A new voice is present. Everyone looked at her.
The owner is a woman with distant and sad face. It seemed that all the weight of the world had been unjustly laid on her shoulders and yet she carried him serenely. Even so, she captivated anyone for the goodness in her countenance and beauty, which didn't leave her even with years of physical and psychological abuse. And the eyes...it's very clear who Marty inherited the intense blue orbs.
For Kensi, eyes much more beautiful and warm than the Radivilov's.
- Mr. Callen, Mr. Hanna, Miss Blye, this is Roberta Anne Deeks. She'll let us know the details.
Callen got up from the chair where he was sitting, greeting Mrs. Deeks with a handshake. He invited her to take the chair and the woman willingly accepted, holding her purse with a certain force. He opened a zipper, pulling out a photo. A small but very close-knit family: a couple and their only child a few months old.
- This is the only picture with Demyan that I kept. He was a good person. At least it seemed to be. When we met he was a medical student. A handsome soviet man, and because if that despised by many people. But he knew how to delight even the most skeptical. I was a receptionist. The connection was almost immediate. After a very fast relationship he asked me to marry him. We visited Moscow at the time, and his parents welcomed me...then I discovered that I was pregnant. He and his parents were so happy!
Roberta lowered her face and took a handkerchief from the purse. She wiped away the tears that had begun to fall, taking a deep breath.
- Demyan defended me when my parents knew I was expecting a baby. They were extremely strict people and were shocked by the news. They told me to abort or leave. As was obvious, Demyan and I chose the second option. When Marty was born, he didn't have that name. He was registered and baptized as Dmitri Radivilov.
- We investigated Radivilov's whole life...and we never found anything about any child of his, Mrs. Deeks...we believe in you, only...
- It's almost unbelievable a child just disappear, isn't it? Especially the grandson of Górki Radivilov. I know.
She looked at Kensi after answering her comment, then to Hetty, as if asking for help. The tiny woman explained to clarify this 'small' detail.
- It turns out that Mrs. Deeks here revealed to me in our conversation that Demyan erased all of his son's US records as soon as the first information on the riots within the Soviet Union reached his ears. She discovered this from a friend who helped her escape from Radivilov's obsession.
- He...became paranoid. Any sterner glance awakened the worst within him. Only Dmitri could calm him down, but I was afraid that too would end. He was ready to take my son away, to be raised by his grandparents. He said...He'd kill me if he had to.
She didn't try to hide the pain anymore. Tears fell mercilessly, wetting her face with melancholy and suffering. He took a deep breath before continuing.
- This friend of mine worked in an office and a notary's office. She managed to arrange new identities and documents for me and Dmitri. I became Elisa Marie and he became Martin Alexander Deeks.
- Life is ironic...Deeks had been in disguise since he was a baby.
Sam's comment wasn't joking. He did only to soften the mood, already so heavy for the detective's abduction. But Roberta ended up laughing. A bitter, regretful, agonized laugh.
- He's always been very good at hiding what he feels and what he thinks. I can't find out myself. Only when he decides to speak. Especially after joining with that fret John. He did so badly on both of us, but he did worse with Marty...years of violence, of screaming, of beatings so extreme that my son stopped several times in the emergence of some hospitals. I have so much regret...I should have let Demyan finish me and take Marty from here.
Kensi doesn't need listen anymore. She already understood why Deeks is so closed about his own personal life. She doesn't take his reason. She hugged Roberta, letting her cry on his shoulder as she stroked her hair and spoke softly and sympathetically.
- No! Mrs. Deeks, never say that again. You moved heaven and earth to save your son. If he had gone to the Soviet Union it could have been even worse. General Górki died in 1992 , and his wife in 94. You saved your son's life.
- Oh, my dear...no! It's on the contrary. He saved my life in every way a life can be saved. And the only thing I could do was get away from him, so Demyan would never find him.
- We'll find him. He's amazing, the world needs someone as good as him.
- Not just good. The best.
Callen said, his gaze serious and determined. Hetty knows that expression. Callen is engaged 150 percent in the mission. Because this will bring the smile back into the face of a person who deserves be happy. It will make a son find his mother. And for him, that's good enough.
Hetty called a nurse from the hospital and gave some money. He asked her to accompany Mme. She went to the cafeteria and had coffee with her. The nurse smiled and led the sweet woman to the place requested. This being so, the director of operations turned to her agents, dialing for the OSP. Nell answered on the second ring.
- Miss Jones, you're on speaker. Talk about your findings.
- Okay, so here we go: the cars are without a license plate and with no apparent identification. What you can tell is that they are two silver GMC Yukon.
- But Nell, it does not help us ...
- Hey, just hold your horses! When I finish, it will help. What you've gotten me is that the hoops of the cars are spinning and chrome. Well, they're not chrome. They are platinum. Way too expensive. There are only two specialty stores that sell this hoop, and only one shop that installs them in California, because restitution for a piece of those can reach hundreds of thousands of dollars.
- It helps a lot! That's my girl!
- Awn ... thanks, Sam!
- Do we have the names and adresses of these places?
- Hey, it's Eric. I'm sending to your cell phones. When you get the serial number you can pass us, because there may be a delivery address.
- Thanks Eric! Thanks, Nell!
Callen answered just before Hetty hung up. She doesn't say anything else because isn't necessary; her agents began to take action. Even Sam, who is already pulling the needle out of the back of his hand and getting up.
- Mr. Hanna, what do you think you're doing?
- What does it look like, Hetty? I'm discharging myself. There is no more reason for me to relax.
Kensi grabbed her purse, just smiling at the agent and walking toward the exit.
- He is right. Deeks needs us. We'll not disappoint him.