Thanks for the reviews. I'm sorry Deeks wasn't in the last chapter. It was all about the casework and the team trying to find out what exactly happened to Deeks. Rest assured though, he's in this chapter. Just an extra warning for those sensitive...there may be implied rape or at least talk of rape.

Warning: may include serious violence and torture

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS: Los Angeles.

CHAPTER 4

Deeks was in the midst of a cold sweat. He was starting to shake and tremble. The fog he was in was starting to dissipate and he was able to slowly concentrate again. He had no idea how long he had been in that tiny room. He tried to move, but he still didn't have much control over his muscles. He noticed some stains on the wall. "Blood, that's blood." He thought to himself as his eyes darted around frantically. "Come on Deeks, move...do something."

The door opened. The doctor walked in carrying a small tray. He mumbled something in Russian and Deeks wished like hell that he could understand the man. He set the tray on the floor next to the bed and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached for Deeks arm and grabbed a rubber band from the tray, tying it tightly on his upper arm. "No, no." Deeks cried. He knew what was coming. The doctor pulled a syringe from the tray and injected it into Deeks vein.

Deeks heart started to speed up and he felt a familiar sensation come over himself. It was the same drug as before. Why were they doing this to him? Nothing made any sense to him. The fog started coming back to him and he lost all concentration.

Kensi approached the office of Lieutenant Oliver. The door was open and he was sitting at his desk going over a file. She gave a quick knock on the door frame, getting his attention. "Yeah, what can I do for ya?" He stood.

"Agent Kensi Blye, I'm here about Deeks." She answered with a quick flash of her badge.

"Hey, Oliver." He offered his hand and they shook. "Have a seat, I was just getting ready to call you guys. Your boss had some photos sent to me and I have some info you might be interested in."

"What info would that be?" Kensi asked. She pulled up an extra chair to Oliver's desk, taking a seat.

"The van that took Deeks, it was involved in some cases of missing women." He handed over the file he had been browsing. "These are the women. There's more than a dozen, all younger and all well...pretty sexy, if I can be honest. None of em really seem to have any family out here. Most were reported missing by a boss or coworker, one by a parole officer. They all disappeared over the last three months. The van was spotted via traffic cams near the area where each victim lived."

"What was Deeks supposed to be working on for the LAPD? Could any of this have anything to do with your case?" Kensi asked Oliver.

"I can't really get into the case, but I doubt the two are connected." Oliver replied.

"We believe that what happened to Deeks might have something to do with a man named Peta Vasily." Kensi explained.

Oliver shook his head slowly. "Am I supposed to know that name?" He puckered his lips as he thought. "Doesn't sound familiar and certainly doesn't pertain to our case here."

Kensi left it at that. "I guess that's a good thing." She said and then thanked him for his time, heading back to ops. As she drove, she couldn't help but think about her partner and what he possibly could be going through. Several different scenarios played out in her head and none of them were good. They had to find Deeks. They had to find him before something terrible could happen to him. She had already lost one partner. She couldn't lose another, even if Deeks was annoying and cheeky. She glanced at her passenger seat, realizing that she missed him and his never ending mouth. There was never a quiet moment when Deeks was around. He had a knack for making her smile, even on days when she was so annoyed with him that she wanted to punch him. "Where the hell are you, Deeks? Please be ok. Please be ok." She thought.

"What have have you got Eric?" Callen asked. He and his team, or what was left of it stood in ops.

"It's not just LA. I did some digging into the case files that Oliver gave Kensi. This van is tied to missing person cases in San Diego and also two cases near the Nevada border. In total there are 17 missing person cases, all younger, attractive women, all with little to no family nearby. Any plates seen on the van were all reported stolen from other vehicles." He made a few clicks on his tablet and pictures of all the women flashed on the main screen. "I also found ties between Lillian and Vasily."

"So they're related?" Sam asked.

"I think it's safe to assume." He made a few more clicks on his tablet and some bank statements popped up on the main screen. A few key transactions were highlighted. "Lillian and her husband had some financial backing for their nursery from a company called Bayleaf Organics. According to their site, they specialize in organic research and organic slash eco living. Of course, I can't find any proof that the company has done any real work or research of any kind."

"How does this tie the two together?" Kensi asked.

"Bayleaf Organics is owned by Peta Vasily. Lillian and her husband get money transfers every month from this company and her husband Isaac is listed on the website as one of the researchers for Bayleaf Organics." Eric explained.

"Ok, but none of this explains the van." Kensi said.

"Lillian claims it's not one of theirs, but it does have their company logo on it." Callen's arms folded across his chest. "Clearly, whoever is behind these kidnappings is using the van as a front to throw people off their tracks."

Sam nodded in agreement. "They use the logo in case any witnesses spy the van. Cops go to the nursery, they deny the van's their's. That leaves em with nothing." He added in. Hearing it like that, helped it make some sense to Kensi, but she still had no idea what any of this had to do with Deeks.

"It's suspected that Vasily is involved in human sex trafficking. It could explain these missing women." Callen was making assumptions at that point.

"Right, these girls would be perfect. All young, attractive. No one to miss em." Sam said.

"I've ordered some food. I'd like all of you to go down and get some dinner in you. We can focus again on Mr. Deeks after you eat." The older woman spoke. Her tone sounded like she was making an order.

"But Hetty, we have to find Deeks. What if he's..." Kensi tried to argue. She dreaded the thought that Deeks might be caught up in some kind of human trafficking organization, though it wouldn't be the first time for him. She remembered the case involving a man named Lasik. He was trying to establish a human trafficking ring between Mexico and the US. Deeks had been undercover to try and catch him in the act so he could bring him down. Deeks wasn't exactly the victim in that case, but he was close.

Hetty stopped her. "You've all been at this for hours. If you intend to work through the night, I need my agents at the top of their game. Now go, get some food in you." She ordered.

"Actually, Hetty, I was going to continue browsing some of the trafffic cam footage. I'm trying to see if I can get some more hits on the van. Maybe if I go over the footage from Deeks place again..." He trailed off, expecting her to put her foot down.

"Alright, Mr. Beale, I'll send some food up to you." She replied.

He looked at her surprised. "You mean, you're going to let me have food up here?"

"Don't get used to it." Hetty shot back, giving him a quick glare.

The other three ventured down to their desks and settled in for some of the Chinese food that Hetty had out for them. Kensi wasn't sure she could eat. She was too worried about Deeks, about figuring out just what he was tangled up in. Sam worried about Deeks as well, but he knew they were no good to Deeks if they were working on fumes. So, he ate, though he did so very quickly. He joked about Deeks a lot and even criticized him sometimes, but Deeks was still a part of the team. He was still one of their own. Callen's baby blues were filled with worry. A member of his team, of his family, was in danger. He too ate quickly, eager to get back to work. Even if it killed him, they would find Deeks and make whoever took him pay for doing so.

Deeks tried to focus as he heard the door to his tiny room open. "Hell. has. to. be. Hell." He thought. His breaths were shallow and raspy. The doctor entered, carrying a familiar tray with him. An older woman followed. She looked like a stepford wife, with her expensive clothes and fancy shades. The doctor did the same routine he had done before with the rubber band and the syringe. Deeks closed his eyes tightly when he felt the prick of the needle. His heart had feeling like it was going to explode right out from his bare chest. He wasn't even aware that the doctor had left. His head lulled back and fourth a few times as his mind started to drift into random thoughts.

Kensi and her smile. "Focus." He told himself mentally. His father's angry face. "You're nothing, Marty." He remembered him saying. He thought he could smell the strong scent of someone's perfume. The waves, the ocean, the sunset over the water. "A woman." There was a woman with him.

Deeks thought he felt something, someone. He tried to focus again. The woman had his boxers off. "We're going to have a little fun." She said to Deeks in a playful voice. "I get to be your first." Her hand caressed his left cheek.

"No, not this." He thought. He tried to voice his protest, but he couldn't form the words.

He felt a weight on top of him. He could smell breath mints as her mouth hovered just inches from his own. There were two of her, make that three. His mind protested, but his body couldn't. He felt her cool lips on his own.

Not a moment later, the door burst open. Two big men came in, dragging the woman from Deeks. "You're done here." One of them said.

"But, I paid for the whole fucking hour." She said angered.

"Boss don't give a shit." He forced her out.

Deeks was too drugged to really comprehend what was going on. He felt the men grabbing him and dragging him to the hall. Where was the woman? Did she...no she couldn't have had sex with him. There wasn't enough time for that. Or was there. "No, no." He started to panic inside.

The men took him to a dark room. He was on the ground in a sitting position. One of the men held him in place as the other grabbed for his arms. Deeks could hear the rustling of chains above him as his arms were lifted and shackled. He felt the cold metal around each wrist. In mere seconds, he could feel the pressure on his arms and shoulders as he was raised. The man raising him stopped, getting Deeks situated on his knees. His bare feet stuck out from behind him.

Deeks tried to move his head to get a glimpse of the men that carried him, but his head just hung low over his chest, his eyes fixed on the floor. He moved an arm and made a face when the shackles dug into his wrists. He tried to stand on his legs, but the drugs hindered him from doing so. He had been able to move his arms though, so maybe that was sign that the drugs were slowly wearing off.

Pain, throbbing pain. Deeks body jerked. Pain again. Something was striking his feet hard. One of the men was behind him, showing no remorse or emotion as he struck a wooden paddle over and over again on Deeks' feet.

"Coward." Deeks managed to spit out slowly. He wasn't even sure if the man had heard him or not.

"What did you say?" The man asked angrily from behind.

Deeks struggled with his words, trying to clear his mind enough to focus. "You...can't...even face...me."

The man walked around Deeks. He grabbed tightly to his blonde locks and pulled hard, yanking his head up. His green eyes met Deeks' cloudy blue eyes. "I'm no coward." The man said, spit spewing from his mouth as he spoke. He let Deeks' head drop and laid a couple of well placed punches into Deeks chest and stomach.

Deeks coughed through the pain of not only his ribs and stomach being pounded, but of the shackles as they cut into him from the strain. His shoulders were starting to numb from the pressure of his weight on them. More pain came as he felt his feet being barraged again. It seemed like an eternity before the torture on his feet stopped, but at that point, they had started going numb and he could barely even feel the impact on them with each strike.

He heard a door and then a familiar voice. "Ah, Marty." Peta said with an a tone of malice. Deeks rolled his eyes around, trying to get a look at Peta. The man didn't look very happy, shaking his head in dismay as he eyed the detective. Peta excused one of the men with a motion of his hand and addressed the one who had been in control of the torture. "I suspect he won't be going anywhere for a while?"

The man replied calmly. "I doubt he can get free of these chains. Even if he could, he's not walking out on those feet."

Peta smiled. "Good, then we can begin our questioning." He reached for Deeks' hair, forcefully pulling his head up. "My source tells me that I have a mole in my midst."

It doesn't register right away to Deeks what he's saying. "A mole, he thinks I'm a mole."

Peta continued. "They say that an agent has been brought here today. You are the only one that has been brought to me today." He said.

Deeks tried to shake his head. "Not an agent." And he really wasn't an agent. He wasn't going to tell them who he really was though. He figured that in this case, it wasn't any better to be a cop. His feet were throbbing, the pain slowly getting worse. So much for them going numb. He tried not to let the pain show, tried to put on a brave face, but he didn't know how long he'd be able to keep that up.

Peta nodded to the man behind Deeks and the man rose Deeks higher so his feet were barely touching the ground. Deeks could feel the strain in his shoulders getting worse and the shackles on his wrists cutting in deeper. He gritted his teeth, trying to fight through the pain.

"Are you working with Dmitri?" Peta asked. "Did he bring you here to infiltrate my organization?"

"Don't know what you're..." Deeks started to say slowly.

Peta's hand moved in a quick motion, slapping Deeks across the face. "If you answer my questions, we can make this easy and pain free."

"Where's the fun in that?" Deeks asked, trying to force a smile. The man who had tortured Deeks feet came forward and started lodging punches into his chest. There were already some faint signs of bruising from the first round of punches. Deeks felt something snap in his chest and took a few labored breaths. His jaw clenched when he realized a rib had probably been broken. The punches kept coming and his breathing became worse and worse. Spots danced in front of his eyes. He was starting to lose consciousness.

So Deeks was back in this chapter, but I'm not sure you if you guys are going to be happy with what I put him through and will continue to put him through. Sorry for the cliffhanger. I know everyone hates them and so do I, but I couldn't help it. This was the best place to leave it. Please review. Thanks!