Here is the new chapter. A little bit earlier because I couldn't help but thinking and planning it all day long. Enjoy and don't forget to review.

As the days were going, Marty Deeks was diving deeper in his own world with Kensi. He would wake up every morning with the two women on his bed. He would then go to work. Most of the times, he would bring Kensi with him. He would even let her fire his gun when they were alone at the shooting range. He would avoid his pills, making Natasha think that he was taking them and then he would be absent for hours. Leaving his wife at home and travelling the LA beaches and restaurants with his old love. People were looking him weird when he asked for two tickets at the cinema or for a table for two at the restaurant. But he didn't care. And when the time came to visit his doctor again, he lied. "Yes, I am taking my medication". "No, I haven't seen Kensi since the last time I was here". "When am I going to stop taking the pills?"

I was days later, when he was out with Kensi that Natasha found the full of pills jar and got really angry. He was acting weird for sure, but she couldn't help but feel betrayed that he lied to her. That he obviously preferred the imaginary world he was living in, to his real wife. Tears formed in her eyes. He was with Kensi again. Every day that passed was bringing him even more away from her. He was a dead man in a world of alive. She could now understand. Every night she was coming home from the hospital to meet an empty house. She understood that he needed his time to get over his shock, but she was there. He could have talked to her. They could have jumped the barriers together, she thought and crashed on the couch.

It was late at night that she got worried. She was calling him for more than four hours and he hadn't answered even called Sam, but the senior agent reassured her that they didn't have a case that day and that Deeks left early. She was dying inside to learn where on earth he went again. So when she heard his car approaching, hands trembling she grabbed the pill box and run out of the house, shouting.

"Where on earth have you been all day?" she yelled.

"Relax Natasha. Why don't we go inside?"

"You want me to relax? How am I supposed to relax when I am calling you for god knows how long and you don't pick up?"

"We had a case, actually. I was kind of busy," he said and grabbed Kensi's hand, who was losing her temper.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What?"

"Why are you lying to me?"

"I am not lying and stop yelling. You will wake up the neighbors."

"I don't give a shit about your neighbors. Now tell me where the hell were you? Because let me inform you that I called your friend and he told me that there weren't any cases today and that you left early enough to be here six hours later."

"I was at the beach ok?"

"Your hair is dry."

"I didn't surf today."

"You were with Kensi, weren't you?"

"What? No."

"Who are you trying to fool?"

"I said I am not seeing Kensi. Please let's go inside."

"Oh, yeah? Because I am sure that she is back. And you are not even trying to prevent it this time."

"You are getting paranoid."

"I am getting paranoid? Or you are getting completely crazy because of her?"

"I said get inside Natasha."

"I am not going anywhere."

"Very well. We can sit here all night."

"Are you taking your pills?"

"Of course I am taking my pills."

"How can you lie to me so easily?"

"I am not lying," he insisted.

"I found the jar."

"Oh"

"And guess what? Just one missing. You took it just so she cannot come to the wedding, right? Not to see that you are getting married to ME. Is she here now too? I bet she is. I would kill her if she wasn't already dead. You hear me Kensi Blye? I would have killed you myself."

"Natasha that's enough. You are completely out of line. Let's go inside"

"If you bring her in, I don't know what I'll do Marty."

"Natasha, nobody is here. Come on, honey," he said silently communicating with Kensi to forgive him for his and his wife's reaction.

Later on, that Natasha was calmer, they were all sitting on the couch and watching TV. It was kind of weird and he was feeling bad for lying to his wife, but he couldn't help it.

"I have the morning shift tomorrow," Natasha said.

"Is that doctor still hitting on you?"

"Who? Mark?"

"Yeah"

"No, not really. He is married you know."

"And that is so preventing him from hitting on all the nurses," he added sarcastically.

"Come on, it's late. Why don't we go to sleep?"

"Umm…Yeah. Let's go."

"Wait."

"What?"

"Your pills."

"I'll take them tomorrow morning before work."

"Oh no, mister. You are not fooling me again."

"Natasha, I promise. I'll take them."

"You haven't only lied to me, but to your doctor, too."

"I told you I am not seeing, Kensi."

"Then you will take them in front of me."

"What?"

"I will bring the pills and you will take them now. Here Where I can see you. Then I will be convinced that you are not getting paranoid."

"Ok," he finally said and she left for the kitchen to bring the water and his medicine.

"Please Deeks. Don't take them," Kensi whispered in his ear. Pleading him.

"Do you think I have a choice?"

"You are going to send me back there again?"

"Hey… Don't cry. Please."

"Here," Natasha said and gave him a glass of water and a pill. He hesitated. Looking back and forth, from Kensi's tears to that white little devil in his hands.

"Please Deeks, don't do this to me. I promise I will not be a problem. Don't kill me again," she mumbled through tears. Then he saw Natasha's angry eyes and gave in. With one sudden move he threw the pill in his mouth and drank the water.