Α/N: I had this encouter in my mind ever since we learnt about Deeks father. Hope it won't let you down.
For almost 20 years he prayed he would never have to encounter this man again. When Hetty reassured him that he was dead, he felt relieved. He should feel sad because after all he was his father, but a great part of him felt like he was finally free.
To his disappointment though the moment he walked into his house a strange feeling of déjà-vu hit him and felt like he was 11 once again with his father pointing a gun towards him.
Physically he hasn't changed much. He is like an older version of Deeks and he hates the fact that he takes after that man. Even their hair style is similar.
"Hello father," he grins as he still holds his own gun pointed at him.
"Is this a way to greet your long lost father?"
Deeks doesn't move any closer. On the contrary he prefers to keep a safe distance from him. "Correct me if I am wrong. But you are the one to have broken into my house. Not to mention the fact that you are holding a gun against an LAPD officer."
"Who would have thought that of all people YOU would become a cop," he smiles diminishingly.
"What did you expect? Turn into you?"
"Oh son you are like me in more ways than you can imagine."
"You are supposed to be dead!" Deeks snaps at him utterly disappointed. "You are supposed to be dead!"
"I had to disappear from my cycle of unlawful friends. They needed to believe I was dead and as it appears it is very easy to orchestrate an accident," the tone of his voice is so calm and intimidating that even Deeks fells chills down his spine.
A million thoughts cross through Deek's mind and he desperately tries to keep himself calm and focused. "Were you here ten days ago?"
He looks Deeks straight into his eyes and answers with absolute confidence. "No."
"You know what? I believe you. Cause if you were here I would have smelled you. You stink like alcohol and cigars. So that leads to only one conclusion. Who did you hire to kill me and most important why do you want me dead?" The bitterness is obvious in his voice.
"You see that was the flaw in my plan. If you want something done do it yourself I always say. That idiot didn't even look who came into the apartment that night. When he saw it was a woman he panicked and fled."
Deeks make one step forward and shouts at him. "Why do you want me dead?"
Once again he looks straight into Deeks eyes. Only that is not the look of a loving father. That is the look of a selfish con-man. "I want the money."
Deeks seems confused as this was not the answer he expected. "What money?"
"The money your grandfather – my father – left you before he died. The money that should have been mine."
Deeks is even more confused now as he tries to follow his train of thoughts. "I don't understand. How will you get the money if I am dead? I am pretty sure the bank won't hand it over to a dead guy cause let's face it. You ARE officialy dead."
"And you my son are still unmarried. When you die, all your money and personal estate goes to your closest relative. In this case that would be your mother."
"Does she know you are alive?" he asks completely gutted.
"OF course she does and she still loves me. In fact she loves me more than she ever loved you."
That is a below the belt strike for Deeks. Of course he was aware of the fact that his own mother never truly loved him, but to be still stirred by the man who destroyed her life is unthinkable.
"Does she know about your plan?"
"Certainly not. She can't be trusted with this kind of information. I will offer her a shoulder to cry for our beloved dead son and as soon as I get my hands on the money I will be out of her life for good. Of all the women I conned in my life she was the easiest target," he cheekily smiles.
The anger within Deeks can not be tamed anymore and he walks menacingly towards the man he hates he most in his life.
His father senses the threat and stands up in defense still holding his gun up. "Careful son! If I don't call my new partner within the next five minutes, your lovely girlfriend will die tonight. And trust me. This one never fails."
Deeks laughs at him. "You are bluffing. She is under the protection of highly skilled agents."
"Even highly skilled agents can be bought." He takes out his phone from his pocket. "Oh look! Live streaming video. Is this your girlfriend looking anxiously outside the window?"
Deeks eyes widen as he looks at Kensi in the screen of the phone. He smashes the phone on the floor. "If anything happens to her…."
"What? You'll kill me? You better find another line son because that one is out of fashion."
He glares at him and with confident steady voice he replies. "No, I won't kill you. I will lock in the basement and cut a small piece of you each day. With each day that passes by you are going to wish you were dead."
"Don't try to intimidate me son, it is not working."
"Don't call me son! I am not your son," he now yells at him with all the strength he has.
"Oh but you are! And no matter what you do the con-man is inside you too. No matter how hard you try you will end up disappointing that girl and you know it, because you are simply incapable of loving. The darkness inside of you will consume you. "
The confidence in his voice drives Deeks crazy and a part of him fears that his words hide the truth.
"I am nothing like you," he says as he tries to convince himself rather that his father.
His father walks forward until they are just a feet away. "You ARE me. You just haven't realized it yet."
Before Deeks has time to process the impact those words have on him, Callen and Sam bust into the house with their guns.
'Don't move," Callen shouts. "Put down your weapon."
Deeks looks at Sam confused but then it hits him. Kensi must have called them when she realized Deeks was getting too late. "
Even with three guns pointed at him his father doesn't seem to feel threatened at all. Even in the middle of the chaos he has this ability to remain absolute serine and cocky.
"Callen, go back to Kensi's house. She is not safe there. One of the agents who are supposed to guard her is working for him."
Callen and Sam look at each other worried. "Who is this guy anyway?"
Deeks chokes and for a moment he seems hesitant but he finally answers, his voice barely audible. "My father."
Both Callen and Sam freeze and remain speechless. Deeks had never mentioned his parents at all so this just assumed they were both dead. They surely didn't expect this outcome.
Callen walks next to him and grabs his arm as his still holds his gun with the other hand. "Deeks…."
"It's ok. Go to Kensi, I can handle him," he winks at him in a pointless effort to prove that his has the upper hand.
Callen and Sam fear this situation will soon lose control, but have no choice but to follow Deek's lead. They run to the car, while in the meantime Sam calls Kensi to warn her about the situation.
Once again Deeks is left alone with his father. "Why the hell do you need the money after all these years?" Deeks still tries to make some sense out of his fathers plan.
"I am no longer the handsome seductive man I used to be, so conning walthy women is not easy anymore. I need the cash to retire and spend the rest of my days rich and swiming in cash."
"Rich is not the one has everything, but the one who wants nothing! You do realize that this is not going to end well for you. You will either go back to jail or in the grave you are supposed to be in. And even if you succeed in killing me, you will not get a penny because there is simply no money. I spent a small amount on my education – because I definitely didn't want to end up like you – and donated the rest of it to charities. I think Grandpa would be very proud of me even though he was ashamed of YOU. That's why he trusted his money to an 11 year old in opposition to his loser-scum- no good son. "
His father takes a minute to evaluate the situation according to new facts."Remember when I told you I hate you?" he asks as le lowers his gun and his gaze.
"Of course I do. It is not a quote a child easily forgets. Especially when it comes out from his parent," he remembers sadly but hoping the time has come to finally make up for it.
"Well son…I truly meant it."
The words feels like a thousand knives through his heart, but he doesn't have the time sentimentalism as he sees his father raising his gun once again and getting ready to fire.
Time is supposed to stand still in times like this and atmospheric music can be heard in the background, but it doesn't. On the contrary everything happened so fast that Deeks didn't even have time to blink. A gunshot is heard and all he can focus on is his father collapsing in front of him in a pool of blood.