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The Little Red Tattoo

Chapter 6

As they walked towards the car they were mostly silent but Deeks could feel something was brewing. She seemed edgy, excited like a child that just couldn't wait to open her presents at Christmas. She kept turning to face him, smiling and rubbing the inside of his arm in anticipation.

The car was parked in a little back alley off the main road. They didn't get more than five feet into the alley when she pulled Deeks forward and pushed him up against the wall next to the car. Grabbing his face with both hands she started kissing him with all the passion she could muster.

"I want you. I really want you, now" She was kissing down his neck and running her hands up under his shirt. Her breath was hot on his skin as she exhaled slowly between kisses.

"Come on Deeks, here, now, please." Her voice was low and sultry, dripping with desire.

"Kens… Helen, easy. Slow down." His breathing was becoming rapid and his heart was pounding. "We have all night, let's get into the car and we can be at my place in no time." That statement took every once of will power Deeks had. All those years apart, all that love and passion bottled up, pushed down deep without hope of ever resurfacing was now about to be let out like a genie from its bottle. The feel of her lips, her hands and breath on his skin was more powerful than any drug. The rush of blood to his head was making him dizzy. His heart rate was through the roof and his vision was becoming blurry.

But she wasn't stopping, undoing his shirt she ran her hands up his bare chest. Moving them to his back, she ran her finger nails down his spine and stopped abruptly when she touched the handle of his gun. In one quick motion, she pulled the gun out, stepped back and pointed the Smith & Wesson directly at Deeks.

"Did they send you here to kill me as well? Is that why you pretended to be someone I knew?"

She started yelling at him "WELL IS IT? I want to know your real name and who sent you before I blow your head off."

Her eyes were like lasers focused on Deeks and the gun was pointed directly at his head. With his hands up in the air he locked eyes with Helen and tried to reason with her.

"Kensi, damn it, Helen, whatever your name is. My real name is Deeks, Marty Deeks and I'm an LAPD Detective. I do know you, or did when you were Kensi Blye. That's who you really are, not Helen from Canada."

"Stop lying, I don't believe you." As she finished the sentence a bolt of pain shot through her head and she flinched but not enough for Deeks to make a move.

"STOP! Don't even think about it." As if reading his mind. "I need information and I'm going to get it. Up to you how much you suffer."

"Listen Kensi, it's the truth, I'm a cop. Here's my badge. Call the precinct and they will verify who I am. Just put the gun down and we can figure this out."

Another winch of pain but this time Deeks made his move. Even with the distraction of her head throbbing in pain Kensi was still faster than he was. She dodged him as he lunged at her and drove her elbow into his back as he went by. Falling to floor in pain Deeks rolled on the pavement and bounced off a brick wall. He slowly pushed his body up the wall, staring into her eyes the whole time. They had grown cold and icy, void of any compassion. She was going to kill him and he knew it.

"Kensi you need to believe me. I'm your friend, I was your partner, and you're not this Helen person."

"SHUT-UP! Just shut-up. I need to think." She was rubbing her head and her voice was becoming louder. Her actions were starting to escalate and the situation had become very volatile. Deeks knew he had to keep her talking, confuse her as much as possible and then make another attempt at getting his gun back.

"Kensi listen to me, I'm not lying. I was your partner and we had something, something special between us. It was our 'Thing'. Try and remember."

"I SAID STOP IT" The pain was becoming too much to handle, she needed to get back to the hotel, get her stuff and then move to the fallback location. She needed another pill to ease this pressure in her head.

"Kensi please believe what I'm telling you. We were together once and we can be again now that you're here. I still love you, I've never stopped."

"God, just shut-up. I can't take this any more. I need to go."

Another strong spasm of pain gripped her and with that she pulled the trigger.

But the gun didn't fire, the manual safety was on. This along with the pain she was experiencing was all Deeks needed to move. Catching her off guard, he drove his shoulder hard into her chest and wrapped his arms around her back as they flew across the sidewalk. She was still looking at the gun, trying to figure out why it didn't fire when she was hit. The gun flew out of her hand, bounced off the pavement and slid under the car. As they hit the asphalt Kensi banged her head hard, but still managed to get her knee up and slam it into Deeks' ribs. His reflex action to grab his side and the pain caused him to release her and roll on the road away from her, creating some space between them. She was on her feet quickly and had already drawn her knife and was battle ready. Deeks had no choice but to defend himself so he too reached for his knife and waited for the inevitable.

Moving slowly around each other in the form of a bizarre dance Deeks noticed blood was coming from her nose.

"Kensi please stop this before we both get hurt. You're already bleeding. I don't want to fight you."

Her eyes were fixed on him and he knew how good she was with a knife, but he couldn't locate his gun so he waited for the attack to come. And attack she did, first with a high kick to the shoulder of the arm holding the knife forcing Deeks to turn sideways, she then followed with two rabbit punches to the nose and jaw, finishing with a slash across his bare chest. This stunned him enough to allow her to kick the knife out of his hand. Deeks was in serous trouble as he was completely unarmed now and bleeding.

She bent over and picked up his knife and was about to throw it aside but thought better of it. Putting her weapon away she took a breath and wiped some of the blood off her face. Looking at the knife in her hand she asked "Where did you get this?"

"Why, does it look familiar?" He needed to trigger at least one memory and maybe this was it.

"I asked you a question." Her voice was almost a rumble as her eyes narrowed and a scowl grew across her face. "Answer me." She hissed at him.

"Someone I loved gave it to me to hold for her, it was her fathers." Deeks was watching her closely. The bleeding had slowed down and she seemed fixated on the knife now more than on him. He saw the opportunity and in a split second he was on her propelling her towards the hood of his car. As they landed on the car she drove the hilt of the knife into the back of his head hoping to slow him down, it did but not enough. She banged the side of her head against the windshield causing her even more pain. Pushing him off her and on to pavement Deeks didn't have enough time to regroup as she slid off the car and kicked him in the jaw with one swift motion. He was out cold. With his knife still in her hand she made her way back to the street. Her head was a mess, between the injuries and all that pain she was now being inundated with a flood of very strange and random images. She needed time and a safe place to recover and sort all this out. She had to get to her room. Everything she needed was there and the fallback site was not too far away. So under cover of night she moved in the direction of the hotel and away from Deeks.


When Deeks came to he found it very difficult to focus and keep his eyes open. He was being attended to by paramedics, they were talking to someone about blood pressure, heart rate, stabilizing to transport, administering of this drug and who knows what else. It seemed like they were speaking in code. He went to raise his head and was hit with a wave of dizziness and nausea and fell back on the stretcher and blacked out.

The next time he woke up it was in a hospital bed with a severe headache and bandages across his chest. He felt like he had been hit by a truck.

What the hell is going on? Why am I here? Have I been shot again?

The last time he was in the hospital it was for a gun shot wound and it was the last time he had a steady girl friend.

Closing his eyes he flashed back to that day in May:

It had been a typical drug deal gone wrong. He was undercover as a buyer meeting a new distributer selling crystal meth. It was a set-up and he was ambushed as he entered the building. Luckily the bullet hit the briefcase full of money first, saving his life, but not before a couple of hours in surgery to repair the damage it did cause.

When he awoke there was Liz sitting in a chair next to the bed. She had been crying for quite some time, her make-up was running down her face and she looked like hell.

She explained how she couldn't do this any more, the constant worrying, praying that he would return to her safe and sound, not being able to see him or even speak to him for weeks on end when he was undercover, it was all too much for her and she finally broke.

She told him she loved him but could be with him unless he quit the undercover work. Since he could not do that, their relationship ended that day when she walked out of that hospital room.

Well here he was again, opening his eyes and looking around he saw a figure in a chair next to the bed. This time sitting in that chair was Hetty.

He looked at her a little confused. Someone must have called her from the precinct.

"How are you feeling Mr. Deeks?"

"I've been better. Did you find Kensi?"

"Kensi? No Mr. Deeks, not for sometime." Hetty had already spoken to Nell and knew the situation.

"Hetty she's here in LA. Who do you think did this to me? She has amnesia, doesn't remember who she is or who I am."

"You are certain?"
"Why does everybody keep asking me that? Yes it was Kensi in body but not in mind. First she tried to have sex with me in the alley and then she tried to kill me. Wait, that sounds weird. But that's what happened."

"Mr. Deeks you have a concussion and.."

Deeks cut her off before she could finish the sentence. "Please just call Nell and tell her to get someone down to the crime scene and test the blood all over the road. The DNA will confirm it's her and that I'm not crazy."
"Alright, Mr. Deeks I will contact Nell and check out the crime scene myself. I am also going to ask Nell to bring in Sam and call the Red Team to help with the search. If you are correct, we must find her quickly."

"Great, finally we can get moving. She's hurt Hetty and she needs us now."

"Yes she does Mr. Deeks. Now do you feel up to telling what happened and in as much detail as you can remember?"

"Ok Hetty, I can do that."

Drinking some water first he started to recount the events of that day to Hetty.


Kensi woke up in a small rundown motel and looked around her room. This wasn't the planned fallback location but she felt safer being off the grid given what happened. If someone was trying to kill her, she needed to stay hidden until she was ready to act. The mission was still a go but it just got a extremely complicated.

Her sleep was intermittent and restless and it produced a strange set of dreams for her.

They were disjointed images of a little girl playing, a military man first playing with the little girl and then with his military unit, an old leather bound book or log filled with letters and maps, a family enjoying the summer days in their yard, all of them happy and laughing. None of the images were connected to the other or flowed into the next. It was like watching a series of snapshots from numerous events flashing before your eyes. The most vivid image was that of the knife and the man in uniform and it was obvious that the knife was his.

She lay in the bed looking up at the ceiling thinking of everything that had happened last night. The pain in her head, the encounter with this guy named Deeks and the knife all came together like the perfect storm and descended upon her to turn her world upside down. One thought kept running through her mind; was he telling the truth?

Now she wanted answers but how will she know what the truth is and who could she trust?

Nick had always been there for her, at least as far back as she could remember, but now she wasn't sure. Why can't she remember her past clearly? She knows all the stories Nick had told her and believed them to be true, but she has no real memory of them, just flashes, actually more like hallucinations. They were no where near as clear as the dreams she had last night.

How was she connected to the knife? It seems to be the key but what was it going to unlock? Did she really want to know?

Deeks had the knife and his words still rang in her head; "it was her father's."

She needed to find Deeks and get some answers from him, but she wasn't about to walk into a police station and ask to see him. So he was going to find her, with a little help.

She needed food and that was her first priority. Picking up a new phone was next. The pain was still there but dull, not as intense as last night, but still something to be dealt with. The bump on side of her head from the windshield was just below the scar and that hurt just to touch it. One thing she wasn't going to do any more was take those pills. Her mind needed to be clear, pain or no pain.


Nick Bostsina landed at LAX late Sunday afternoon and picked up his rental car. He dialled the number for the Red Scorpion again but still no answer. This was cause for concern and it unsettled him.

This is the last thing I need. To be in this country again and looking for a rogue assassin. Now I gotta kill the stupid bitch my self. One thing for sure, she's not going to see it coming from me. Hopefully I have a few days before they figure out I'm here. Just enough time to get it done and out of here.

He knew what hotel she was staying at and what her next move was so he headed in that direction. With a little luck he would find her and then take her out quickly. He would complete the mission himself and then retire.


I will try and get the next chapter out a little quicker. Thanks for your support.