Thank you for the favorites and the great reviews. To answer one reader, yes...Deeks would please a lot of female customers. Heck, he could please me. I know this hasn't been posted long, but here is chapter two.

Warning: may include serious violence and torture.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS: Los Angeles

CHAPTER 2

Agent Kensi Blye sat at her desk and checked her phone for the time. Her partner was more than twenty minutes late. On top of that, he hadn't called to annoy her very much over the last weekend. She recalled only one call and one text message. She didn't know if she should have been worried or not. Just as she was deciding to give Deeks a call, Hetty snuck up from behind her.

"I hope you aren't waiting for Mr. Deeks." She said.

Kensi whipped around in her chair. "Hey, Hetty." She said surprised. "I, uh..."

"He's been called last minute to do a case for the LAPD." Hetty explained. "I assumed Mr. Deeks would have called to inform you this morning."

"No, he didn't mention anything about it. How long will he be gone?" Kensi asked curiously. Her hazel eyes seemed a bit disappointed.

"Ah, you know as well as I, that the LAPD is never very forth coming with details involving their cases." Hetty answered. "I hope they don't keep him for too long, Ms. Blye." There was a pause. "I believe the other agents are in the gym, getting in their workout. Perhaps you should join them this morning."

Kensi sighed "Yeah, ok." and headed towards the gym.

Deeks eyes slowly opened. He tried to move, but something restrained him. His head pounded, probably as a result of the drugs he had been given. He felt cold. He tried to move again, but realized that he was restrained to a metal table and was flat on his back with his legs stretched out and his arms at each side. They each had thick leather cuffs securing them to the table. His shoulders still hurt from before and he realized too that he was nearly naked. The only clothing he had on were the light blue boxers he had put on that morning.

Wait, was it even that morning? Deeks had no idea how much time had passed since he was taken. For all he knew, days could have passed while he was in one of those drugged hazes. He gazed around, not really noticing anything special about the room except for whatever it was that hung above him. It was dark, so he couldn't really make out his surroundings all that well.

His mind filled with a million different thoughts about who could have taken him and why. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to calm himself. He heard the door open and stopped, laying breathless for moment. Above him, a bright light came on, nearly blinding him. His blue eyes blinked fast, trying to adjust. He glanced towards the door and saw two familiar faces, Peta and Dmitri.

Deeks got the assumption from their last encounter, that Peta was probably the man in charge. Another thing he noted, was that Peta had a knack for the most evil and vile expressions. He had flashed another one of his devilish smiles and Deeks couldn't help but cringe and fight against the restraints that were now cutting into his wrists and ankles.

"Good, he's awake." Peta said happily. "We can begin our examination."

"Wait, what?" Deeks thought in a panic. He struggled some more against his restraints as Peta moved closer to him.

"What is your name boy?" Peta asked him, his dark eyes meeting Deeks.

If he didn't know any better Deeks would have thought the guys eyes were black, like a demon or some other vile creature. "It's Ma...Matthew." He lied, not even sure if he was speaking loud enough for the men to hear.

Dmitri came forward, speaking. "So why is there a key chain on your keys with the name Marty on it?" He let the key chain dangle from the set of keys he held in his hands.

Deeks had forgotten about his keys and the key chain. It had been given to him by a little girl a few years back as a present to say thank you for helping her Dad. She had made it herself and even though it had flowers on it and pink letters, he carried it with him where ever he went, except when he was undercover. "I, uh..." He couldn't think of another lie. He was breathing hard as Peta and his devilish grin were close enough for him to smell. The older man's after shave was almost nauseating and he thought he could smell the lingering smoke of a cigar. The restraints continued to cut into his wrists and ankles as he struggled, wishing he could run from the man or at least fight him.

"Just relax." Peta said in a calm voice. "I don't want to hurt you, not yet." His hand touched Deeks chest and he began to trace the outlines of his abs.

Deeks instinctively sucked his stomach in, trying to avert the man's touch. "Whoa, shouldn't we do dinner and a movie first?"

Peta turned to Dmitri. "Ah, you've brought me a comedian." He said, sounding somewhat annoyed.

"Forgive me, Peta. I didn't realize." Dmitri replied. He starred at the floor, not meeting Peta's glare. "I saw him yesterday and knew immediately that you would like him. I wasn't able to..."

Peta cut him off quickly. "I don't want excuses. You clearly broke protocol. You are supposed to keep an eye on them for at least a week, get a good idea of who they are and what kind of life we are taking them from. We don't even know if this, Marty, has people that will come looking for him." His hands flailed in anger as he spoke.

Deeks hadn't even thought about his team at NCIS or even Lieutenant Grant Oliver , who he was supposed to meet that morning for an undercover case. NCIS probably wouldn't be looking for him, but he hoped that Oliver would be at least.

"Bring the doctor in." Peta said to Dmitri.

Dmitri disappeared into the hall for a few moments and returned with another man in tow. This man was older. He had a mess of gray and white hair on his head and thick rimmed glasses. His face had years of wear on it and he was dressed in a lab coat. He pushed a cart that carried a tray of various medical tools and syringes.

Deeks eyes widened in terror. "Those don't look very fun." He thought to himself.

The doctor pulled on tightly a pair of rubber gloves, letting each one snap in place on his hand. The sound made Deeks flinch on the table. He approached slowly, bringing his cart with him. Deeks lifted his head as far as he could, trying to get a better view of what the doctor was messing with on the cart. "Wait, what are you doing?" He asked.

The doctor adjusted the light above Deeks and began to examine his body. He went over everything from his hair, his finger nails, to his feet...top to bottom. When the doctor reached for his boxers, Deeks freaked out. "Hey, I'd like to keep my junk in my trunk if you don't mind." He argued as his body jerked.

Peta gave Dmitri a frustrated look. "Get a gag on him. He's too mouthy." Dmitri did as he was told and came back with a ball gag.

Deeks actually tried to bite Dmitri has he put the gag in place, but was unsuccessful in doing anything but make the men laugh. The gag made it harder to breath and certainly impossible for him to talk. The doctor continued his examination and Deeks could do nothing but lay there in silence. Fighting the restraints was useless and only caused him pain. He closed his eyes and tried to tune out what the doctor was doing to him. He felt so very violated as the doctor examined his private areas. After the full examination, the doctor started bathing him with a sponge. Now Deeks was all for a sponge bath, but this is not at all how he pictured it. He would have preferred a slutty nurse or maybe even Kensi.

Ah, Kensi Marie Blye. Someone he could think about all day. She reminded him of sunshine. He tried to focus on her face...her mismatched eyes and her smile, her corny jokes that weren't any worse or better than his own. Everything about her was just so perfect. "Someday, I'm gonna to tell her that." Deeks thought.

After what seemed like an eternity, the doctor finished with his examination. Deeks thoughts of Kensi left his mind and he focused on controlling his breath and keeping his body from shuddering.

"I take it all is well with our friend Marty?" Peta asked the doctor. He answered with a nod, which seemed to please Peta. "Good, get him ready for his private room."

The doctor reached for a syringe on the tray. Deeks struggled as the doctor brought the needle to his right arm. Needles were one of the things he hated the most and in one day, or has it been two days, he had been injected with more needles than he had his entire career as a cop.

Deeks felt a pinch in his arm and then he felt a warm sensation as the drug moved through his veins. This drug was different from the other ones he had been given. It didn't knock him out like the others. His muscles grew weak and he stopped struggling. His vision went hazy, unfocused. His head began to pound and his heart beat wildly. He barely noticed the two big men who had come in and started removing the restraints from his wrists and ankles. The gag was removed as well, but Deeks didn't try and speak. He couldn't focus enough to form any words. His body was limp as the men dragged him from the room by his arms and lead him through a hall that had several doors on either side.

As they passed an open door, Deeks heard noises. He tried to force his head up to look, seeing what he thought was a big man hovering over someone else, maybe a woman. His head didn't stay up for long though. Everything they passed sort of blurred together. He tried moving his legs, but they felt like jello.

Finally, they reached a room. There was nothing on the walls, just one light hung from the ceiling. There was a metal bed frame in the center of the room with an old, stained, stench filled mattress. A set of shackles were chained to either side of the frame at the head of the bed. A bucket sat in the corner. The two men thrust Deeks onto the bed and left, securing the door as they did so. A strong smell of urine invaded Deeks senses and he gagged instantly. He flopped his arm over his chest, trying like hell to roll over, to roll off the bed, but he had no real control of his muscles. He tried to think about Kensi, but her image came to him in fractured pieces.

What was he to do now? How was he going to get out of this sticky mess he was in?

Lieutenant Grant Oliver had paced his small office at the LAPD for over an hour waiting for Detective Deeks that morning. He had called the detective about an undercover case over the weekend. Being that Deeks still technically worked for the LAPD, he really had no choice but to take the case. Oliver was an old boss of Deeks and they went back pretty far, almost to Deeks' first days as a cop. Sure, Deeks had days where he was a few minutes late here and there, but it was never like him to be this late. After calling his cell several times only to get voice mail over and over, Oliver took to his gold Crown Victoria and drove to Deeks' apartment.

Oliver ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair and sighed in relief when he had spotted Deeks' car in the parking lot of his apartment building. As he drove closer and parked though, his relief had quickly turned to worry. He stepped out of his car and found Deeks' iphone smashed on the ground near the car. The clip from his gun was near the car as well and the gun itself was near the sidewalk in front of the car. He noticed that Deeks' car was unlocked. He didn't see any blood in the car or near the car, which he thought was definitely a good sign. He found Deeks' wallet and badge in the glove box and immediately ruled out robbery. He checked his apartment, but the door was locked securely and it didn't seem like anyone was inside. "Where the hell are you Deeks?" He thought to himself.

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