NCIS: LOS ANGELES
WHAT TROUBLE CAN HAPPEN...NOW?
DISCLAIMER:
NCIS: Los Angeles and characters do not belong to me.
SUMMARY:
It's been four years...Dani and DJ Deeks are now 16, Callie Beale is 15. The three are best friends.
What has changed in four years? What trouble is about to happen?
Sequel to...
Get Out Of My Head, Deeks!
WARNING: SOME OF THE CONTENT MAY BE GRAPHIC.
AUTHORS NOTE:
I know alot of this story has been focusing on Callie, D.J. and their baby, Dani the rebel or the team.
Well this chapter focuses on Michael Gallagher, what happened to his mother and how it ties into the case.
CHAPTER 24: MEMORIES...
MICHAEL GALLAGHER'S BEDROOM...
DREAM *
"Micheal, hide!" Charlotte said with urgency in her voice. "Why?" Micheal asked starting to feel scared. "Just hide and do not come out." Charlotte told him more urgently.
Micheal ran into the closet in his mother's room and closed the door, hiding behind clothes and boxes.
Seconds later he heard the pounding of feet and his mother's pleading voice.
"Please take whatever you want, just don't hurt me...no, stop..." Charlotte pleaded.
Michael wanted to leave the closet and help his mother, but was to scared to move. So instead he stayed hidden in closet, clamping his hands over his ears to try to drown out the sounds.
Micheal closed his eyes and tried not to make a sound. It seemed forever before the men left, leaving his mother dead.
He did not know how long he was in the closet, hours, a day.
The door opened and Micheal got as close to the wall as he could hoping whoever it was would not find him.
The clothes were pushed to the side and he saw his mother hanging from the ceiling fan and Michael was looking into the green eyes of a female police officer.
"I found him..." The female officer called.
"...Hello, my name is Kina. Can you tell me your name.." The officer asked.
But he just got closer to the wall. "Get him out of here." Another officer ordered.
The officer scooped Michael up in her arms, she took him out of the room as he struggled.
The officer tried to sheild Michael's eyes as they went through the living room, but Micheal saw his mother anyway.
She was laying on the ground not moving.
"Mommy!" Michael screamed again and again as tears streamed down his face. * End dream
05:00
SATURDAY MORNING...
Michael sat up drenched in sweat, tears streaming down his face trying to think of why he was having that dream again. Sadness ran through him as he remembered his mother.
That day everything had changed. He had been taken to the police precint and from there the first of many foster homes.
His sadness turned to anger toward his father and his Uncle. If they would have told the truth his mother would still be alive and he never would have been put in foster car.
He had gotten a letter a few days ago from his Uncle Justin, but had not opened it yet. A part of him wanted to rip it up and throw it away, but the other part of him was curious about what his Uncle Justin had to say.
Grabbing some clothes he headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
20 MINUTES LATER...
Michael returned to his room throwing his dirty clothes in the laundry basket and picked up the letter from his Uncle.
Finally his curosity got the better of him and he opened it.
Michael,
I am not sure what to say to you.
Your father and I were in the same Army unit.
When you were 2 years old your father and I witnessed a murder. I tried to tell him that we needed to go to the police, but he was scared if we did something would happen to you or your mother.
He talked of the two of you often and I could tell how much he loved you and your mother.
I went on the run fearing the people who murdered the man would come after me.
You were 2 when that I happened, I came back when you were around 5 to again try to convince your father to go to the police about the murder we had witnessed.
Your father agreed, but before we could his car went off the cliff and not long after that your mother was murdered.
YOUR MOTHER DID NOT KILL HERSELF!
If I would not have convinced your father to go to the police your parents would still be alive and for that I am sorry.
I live with the deaths of your parents on my hands every day.
I can never ask you to forgive, as I have not forgiven myself.
I only knew your mother through stories your father told, but never met her myself.
I feel to this day that it is my fault your parents are dead and you have every right to be angry at me.
Your Uncle,
Justin Hayes
Michael stared at the paper not sure what to think, then he fel the anger for his Uncle Justin rise again.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I am sorry it has been so long since I have updated this story.
I have had writers block for years and it finally broke long enough to write this chapter.
The next chapter is The Big Family meeting so Callie and DJ can talk to the family about their plans for the baby.
Also I have looked at the poll:
Callie and DJ are having one boy and one girl. I am taking suggestions for names.