Two days later... (from the last chapter)
I was at home now. Delilah was well enough to leave the hospital, and Mandy didn't show up yet. Wyatt and Sammy were sleeping and I couldn't reach Mandy.
What the hell was going on? "Daddy?" moaned one of the twins.
"Yeah?" I asked, going over to our couch, which had been pulled out.
"Where's Mommy?" asked Wyatt.
"She's with that man." said Sammy, turning to his other side.
"Oh!" said Wyatt. This got my attention.
"Guys, what other man?" I asked.
"Mommy kissed him!" said Sammy. "She told us not to tell you, but we can't keep a secret." I was angry. My own wife, who I thought loved me, kissed some other dude, and then made my own sons promise not to tell me! I thought about what I'd want to say to her, and yet the consequences. We'd most likely divorce, but then what about Wyatt and Sammy? I couldn't have all of my kids go through divorce.
It hurt Andy and Jack enough when Kensi and I divorced, but that case... the cartel was part of it. We had two cases with them, different levels. The last one, the one when I went in undercover, I lost my best friend from childhood.
I knew I shouldn't have pulled Ray out, but the LAPD insisted, and Bates cost me my career, my mental stability, my friend, and my happy marriage. I didn't want to be upset, and since everything was strictly confidential, I couldn't tell Kensi why I was so sad. I'd cry in our room, and she'd hug me, and cry with me since I was so sad.
Then the anger all started coming out, and Kensi was so hurt, but it was like I was another person. I couldn't bring myself back to the LAPD, which meant that I couldn't stay at NCIS, since my forms expired. I filed for divorce later.
"Daddy, can we go to the park?" asked Wyatt, jumping into my lap. Sammy jumped on my other leg. God, I loved my boys, and my daughter. And I have to say, it was because of Mandy that they're here.
I noticed Mandy's car through the window. With other cars following her. Shit. I went into my room, with the boys and Delilah, and lit a match and started burning all of my paper files from LAPD and NCIS. I had a back up for each one on the NCIS computer.
"Daddy?" whimpered Sammy, who was clutching my leg. "What's happening?"
'I don't know, bud. But I don't think Mommy is who she said she was. Just follow me." I ran down the back stairs, holding little Delilah, and went into our housecleaners room.
"Martine, can I use your car?" I asked, grabbing my arm. "We need to get out of here."
"Of course. Where's Mandy?" asked Martine, grabbing her stuff and she took Wyatt in her arms as well. I was carrying Delilah and Sammy. We ran through the back, and just as we heard gun shots in the house.
"Martin Deeks!" yelled Mandy. "I'll have you!" We all ran into Martine's car, with her, and the kids in the back, and me driving. "Stay low." I warned.
We drove away, just as they noticed us leave. Hopefully they wouldn't notice us leaving. I decided to call the only other person I trusted. Hopefully she'd listen.
"Deeks? What's going on?" asked Kensi.
"Mandy works for the cartel, we got out, barely." I replied, as I sped into another random street.
"Did you all get out?" asked Kensi.
"Yeah, me, the kids and our house keeper, Martine. We only had about 10 minutes to get out. Where are you guys?"
"A place." said Kensi. "Is your phone bugged?"
"No, I have a burn phone. What's the name?" I asked. The codename for the safe house.
"Margret Thatcher." replied Kensi.
"Wow. That's creative." I said. It was like our usual banter from before. I knew where that was. Windsor St.
We pulled up about a few houses down, and we carefully walked down to Kensi's. It was a small little house, probably with a secret cellar or something. I knocked on Kensi's back door, and I saw my older son answer. He smiled when he saw us.
"Dad!" he said, and we bro-hugged. He looked more like Kensi, I have to say. "You guys okay?"
"Good. You got room for us?" I asked, shutting and locking the door behind me.
"Tons." said Jack. "Andy's on the couch in the living room." I followed my older son into the room, and there was my daughter. My munchkin, peanut, mini-Kensi. She was crying when she saw me, and hugged me super tightly when she saw me.
"I'm okay, honey. Don't worry." I soothed, rubbing her back. "You feeling better?" I asked gesturing to her chest.
"Fine. I can walk now. No injuries?" she asked. Andy; Stubborn and caring, just like her mother.
"None." I said. "Now, I'll talk to your mom and you play with the boys or something. They're a little shocked." She nodded and went into the hall. Kensi hugged me when I went into the small, tiled kitchen with white tiles.
"You okay?" she asked, worry clouding her eyes. Her beautiful eyes.
"Fine. How about you?" I asked. She laughed a sad laugh. "Stressed. Just like the old days."
"Yeah. When I was so anxious the due date, first kid, just always by your side when you were ready to pop." I smiled, recalling those memories.
"And Sam's face when I told him my water broke." laughed Kensi. I missed us, talking like this. "So, Mandy was technically spying on you for these guys and waited for the perfect moment to strike."
"Yeah. When Andy was off guard and you weren't there. But why now?" I asked. It was like we were at NCIS again, discussing a case.
"Maybe that was when they were all there." said Kensi, pulling out a few files. "But that would mean something bigger."
"We should warn Hetty, FBI, LAPD, CIA, anyone." I said, pulling out my burn phone, but Kensi snatched it from me and snapped it in half and threw it in the garbage can.
"They could've pinged it. And I'll call Hetty. And if we call the CIA, you know who'll they'll send?" asked Kensi, putting her own burner on her ear.
I nodded. As much as I hated Sabitino, they needed everyone familiar with these guys to be on the case. I let her talk and then went down the hall, into the room where Jack and Andy were playing with the boys and Delilah.
I don't know how I'm going to tell Sammy and Wyatt that Mommy's a bad woman, and that they can most likely never see her again, and they'll have to live with me, and I don't mind at all (I'm their dad, of course I won't mind). And they'll have Andy, until she goes to college.
God, my kids are growing up so fast. It seemed like 5 minutes ago that Jack was pushing Andy on the swings at the park.
Some people say that time heals things, but those people have most likely never been hunted by a cartel, and have divorced the love of their life.
Double update! Super duper excited! Deeks' POV will be in the next chapter. And Find Me readers, I will be ending the story at 7 or 8 chapters. I'm struggling on the 6th chapter and will hopefully work on it soon. Push, Fern, Push readers, I will start working on Chapter 4 as soon as possible!
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