A/N: Just a little Drabble with Deeks thoughts after he killed Boyle.

What had he done? All the way from the hotel to the dingy little one-room apartment Tiffany called home, Deeks had assured her that everything would be ok. She hadn't done anything wrong and killing Boyle was necessary. She'd accepted that, listened to everything he said as though he were some kind of savior.

The panic had started to set in since then. He unlocked his front door with shaking hands and yanked his gun out of his waistband, carelessly discarding it on the floor as he rushed to the bathroom. He made it there just in time to be sick.

Swiping his hand across his mouth, Deeks pushed himself to his feet on even shakier legs and bent over the sink to rinse his mouth. He avoided his reflection, afraid of what he might see there.

He'd killed a man. An admittedly terrible man, but he'd still killed him. That had not been his intent; Deeks had planned on trying to reason with him. Or blackmail him if necessary. He had more than enough evidence against Boyle to bring to IA.

Things hadn't gone as planned though. He'd found Boyle beating Tiffany, seen the other man reach for his gun when he entered the room. Deeks shot him without even thinking. And then he proceeded to destroy any evidence of his involvement.

He'd shot a man. And even worse, in the moments directly after, when Boyle collapsed his expression shocked, he'd felt only satisfaction. Boyle wouldn't be hurting Tiffany, or anyone else, ever again.

Sinking to his knees again, Deeks made an anguished noise.

He was a killer, no better than his father. Sure, he'd had a good reason, but he was supposed to follow the law, not enact his own judgment. He should turn himself in, he thought desperately and immediately dismissed that idea, self-preservation winning out.

But if he didn't, Tiffany would most likely be blamed. God, what had he been thinking, taking her home and leaving her alone? Who knew how soon it would be before somebody happened across Boyle's body. He needed to get her out of there, get her a new identity and to somewhere safe before she was called in for questioning.

As he left the room, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. The man reflected there was a different one than he'd seen this morning.