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Nate stepped out onto the back porch, shutting the door, and then handed the soda to Conor. Nate pulled up a chair and got comfortable; never in his whole career did Nate think he would have to work his magic on child; let alone the child of one of his own. Nate realized that he never heard much of Conor's story to date, so he would have to wing it.
"Conor I'm going to be up front I've never had to do this sort of thing with a child, so we're both in new territory." Nate said.
"What do you want to talk about?" Conor asked.
"What do you remember from the time you were born to today?" Nate asked.
"Umm, not much really?" Conor asked.
"You don't have to be specific; just do what you can to remember." Nate said.
"I remember voices when I was born, but my earliest memories were of Uncle Eric and Aunt Nell." Conor said.
"What do you remember?" Nate asked.
"I remember bits and pieces: I remember meeting Grandma Feldman before I meet Grandma Brandel. I remember my second Christmas Uncle Eric got me a train set after he took me to the train museum here in town." Conor said.
There was a pause that stretched on for a time. Nate could tell that the conversation was about to take a nosedive and the more recent, and dark times were on the horizon.
"You don't have any more happy memories do you?" Nate asked
Conor shook his head no, as a tear escaped his eye. Nate was back in familiar territory.
"Conor what your feeling is natural. You want to forget the trauma, but if left unchecked it will only ruin your life." Nate said.
"What is that?" Conor asked.
"What is what?" Nate asked.
"Trauma, what is that?" Conor asked.
"Trauma, what is that." Nate said, repeating Conor's question and thinking of a response. "Well trauma, from a psychological standpoint, is a powerful shock that may have long-lasting effects."
"Psychological as in a certain mental state?" Conor asked.
Nate was taken back by Conor's capacity for knowledge retention, but given that Deeks is a lawyer points to kid for brain power.
"Yeah. Trauma affects people in two ways: physically and psychological." Nate said. "What else do you remember?"
Conor hesitated at first not wanting to remember his fist memories of his parents, but Conor figured that if he talked about it he be able to get back to playing with his train set.
"First memories of my parents that I can remember was about five months ago." Conor said.
"What happened five months ago?"
"Uncle Eric, Aunt Nell, Grandma Brandel, Grandma Feldman and I were at a park spending time together." Conor said. "I was being chased Monty around and then he stopped playing with me. He went and to sit by a person that was dressed up in a costume and a mask."
Nate was in awe of Conor for two reasons: one because he was very articulate for his age, and secondly because of his mental clarity.
"What happened next?" Nate asked.
"The person that Monty was sitting with started to pet him, but Monty reacted to another person in the area." Conor said.
"Who?" Nate asked.
"It was another person in a costume and mask." Conor said.
Nate had a moment of clarity about why this memory is traumatic.
"The people in the outfits were your parents?" Nate asked.
"Yes." Conor said, and then started to cry.
Nate go up and pulled Conor into a hug, and held the child until he was finished crying. Nate looked out at the ocean and saw that the sun had all but set. Nate knew that he just scratched the surface with his nephew, but he would have to continue this session another day. Not only was it getting late, but Nate just heard a little snore come from Conor. Nate cradled Conor in his arms and then made an attempt to take Conor back in the house, but made it as far as the door when Deeks opened the door and relieve Nate of his son. Kensi came to see how things were.
"He fell asleep before we could get any further." Nate said.
"What did you learn?" Kensi asked.
It was about this time Deeks had rejoined the group to hear Nate's statement.
"Conor was traumatized by your fight in the park five months ago when the two of you were dressed up in those costumes." Nate said.
Upon hearing that their son was hurt by the mission that almost destroyed their family Kensi started to tear up. Deeks hugged Kensi to himself and Kensi buried her face into Deeks chest. Deeks kissed Kensi forehead, and then returned his attention to Nate.
"I'll be back later to continue working with Conor." Nate said.
Deeks broke contact from his wife long enough to walk his friend and brother to the door. After saying good night Deeks shut and locked the door; he walked back over to his wife. Kensi was still in tears after hearing that she and Deeks was a source of their son's pain.
"Though it wasn't our choice, but we both know that something like this would happen." Deeks said.
"Be that as it may, it still hurts." Kensi said.
"Let's head back to the bedroom and see if I can heal some of that pain." Deeks said.
"What about your pain?" Kensi asked, sobering up.
"My pain I put on hold to make sure my princess is good." Deeks said. "Are you good?"
"I'll survive, but I'm feeling better." Kensi said.
Kensi walked to the back door and let the dogs out. After the dogs came back in Kensi and Deeks made their way to their bedroom for a night enjoying getting lost making love to each other.
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Nate came back the following day to attempt to continue helping Conor. Kensi was leaving for work as Conor and Deeks were eating breakfast; Nate walked in and sat down at the table.
"Want something to drink?" Deeks asked.
"Water will be fine." Nate said.
Deeks got up and got a glass of water for Nate. Deeks returned with the glass as Nate was beginning to ask his first question.
"What else bothered you?" Nate asked.
"Three months after we were back together we were forced to split up and endure a five month hardship." Conor said.
"Five months?" Nate asked.
"The last mission that we ran required that Hetty and Conor be kidnapped." Deeks said.
Nate realized why Deeks was sitting in on this session; the latest mission was just as painful for him as it was Conor.
"What happened?" Nate asked.
"The mission that Conor was referring to earlier began over in Europe. Kensi and I were kidnapped from the base we were stationed at, but before we were abducted Conor was sent back to America to keep him safe. That mission lasted three years. Well at the tail end of the first mission the person who orchestrated that first mission wanted to kill Granger and kidnapped Hetty and Conor." Deeks said.
Deeks was getting teary eyed as he finished speaking that last sentence.
"Letting Conor get kidnapped, even if it was unavoidable, was the hardest decision you had to make?" Nate asked.
"I know, and it was better to put Conor and Hetty in an area where it had less civilian traffic than to let the man have his way." Deeks said.
Conor got out of his chair and walked over to Deeks. Conor reached his arms out, and Deeks picked his son up and embraced they each other.
"I'm sorry daddy." Conor said, through tears.
"It's not your fault." Deeks said kissing his sons forehead.
"What happened to bring me out here?" Nate asked, after a few minutes.
"The end of the mission that we just completed found us in a standoff, with Conor as a hostage." Deeks said
"How was it resolved?" Nate asked.
"With a sniper bullet." Deeks said.
Deeks cradled Conor in his arms comforting his him. Conor was starting to calm down, while Deeks shed a few tears of his own. Deeks was whispering into Conor's ear, and then kissed his head. Nate realized how to heal this child's trauma.
"To be honest I think the best way to heal this trauma is to heal as a family." Nate said.
Deeks thought about Nate's words, and realize that they never had a time to repair the damages from Operation Night Wing.
"Understandable." Deeks said. "How about we go out to lunch?"
"I'm on leave for another day, so that sounds like a great idea." Nate said.
The Nate, Conor and Deeks went out to get a meal. While they were out Kensi joined them for lunch.
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Two months later-
Deeks and Kensi walked into the bull pen to see that Callen and Sam were already at their desk.
"Gentlemen." Deeks said.
"How are you doing?" Sam asked.
"How's our nephew doing?" Callen said.
"It's been a couple of rough months, but Conor is coming around." Deeks said
"How are you doing?" Hetty asked entering the bull pen.
"Two back to back missions can have an effect on any man, but I got the support I need here to make it through." Deeks said
"Good to hear." Kensi said.
Next thing the team heard was their call to duty, and the four agents made their way up to ops. Upon entering the twins said their hellos, and then the agents took their place.
"What do we have?" Callen asked.
"Well it looks pretty cut and dry: dead marine found on the beach." Eric said.
Deeks took a look at the guy, and then approached the big screen and blew up a section of the marines arm. Deeks stared at the tattoo on the man's arm, and then Sam asked.
"Penny for your thoughts Deeks?"
"That tattoo looks familiar." Deeks said. "Eric run that picture through the database. Let us know what pops."
"Where's the body?" Callen asked.
"Venice beach." Nell said.
"Where's Noa?" Deeks asked.
"Running down a lead on another assignment." Hetty said.
The agents left heading out to the beach to get an update.
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The agents pulled up to the scene and took a walk getting familiar with the body, plus the surrounding area; while the L.A.P.D. brought them up to speed.
"What do we have?" Sam asked the lead detective.
Deeks walked up behind Callen, and darn near got the third degree from the shield. Deeks made his way over the body and talked to the medical examiner.
"I'm sorry are we interrupting?" Sam asked.
"The marine's name is Scott Kessler. We don't know what he was doing out here, or his duties in the service but we do know that he has been here since twelve midnight." The detective said.
Sam and Callen shared a look.
"How do you know?" Callen asked skeptically
"M.E.'s report said he was killed between twelve and one last night." The detective said.
Kensi was watching Callen and Sam interact with the detective, but saw something out of the corner of her eye that caught her attention. Deeks was moving the arm to get a better look at the tattoo.
"Can I help you?"
Deeks didn't both to look up, knowing that it was another shield that he had pissed off.
"Nope." Deeks said.
There was a moment of silence while Deeks continued to investigate. When Deeks grabbed his phone to take the detective reached and grabbed Deeks arm. Sam reached a hand out to stop Kensi from beating the living day lights out of the man.
"Unless you want to be arrested for impeding a federal investigation I'd remove that hand from my arm." Deeks said.
When the detective removed his hand from Deeks arm, Deeks spoke again.
"You might want to thank Agent Hanna." Deeks said.
"Why?" The detective.
"That woman he stopped is very protective of her team, and was within an inch of wiping your butt." Deeks said.
The detective shot Kensi a look, nodded at Sam, who nodded back, and then walked away. Deeks took the picture and sent it ops. Deeks knew the tattoo from somewhere, but was drawing a blank.
Deeks called ops to get an update.
"What do you have Deeks?" Eric asked.
"I'm sending you a full view of the tattoo." Deeks said.
Callen caught a glimpse of the tattoo and walked over to the body. Callen grabbed the arm to get a better look at the tattoo. It took another minute or two before they heard back from the wonder twins.
"The tattoo in question is from a Russian origin." Nell replied.
"I've seen this symbol before." Callen said.
"Do you actually know what it means?" Deeks asked.
"Yeah, why?" Callen asked.
"Because I've seen this symbol before. About three years before I caught wind of drug operation at that M.M.A. gym there was a big Russian sex slave ring on the edge of Thirty Mille Zone." Deeks said.
"I remember reading something about that." Hetty said.
"Why you took interest in that L.A.P.D. op. is beyond me." Deeks said.
"There were family members of military service men and women being sold into the ring to force the sale of military secrets." Hetty said.
Deeks muted the phone and asked.
"Is it me, or was Hetty tracking my movements?" Deeks asked, and then unmuted the phone.
"The answer to your question is no Mr. Deeks I was not tracking your movements." Hetty said.
"If you say so Hetty." Deeks said, frightened that Hetty somehow heard that.
"So what do you have on this Eric?" Sam asked.
"I'm going to need a little time seeing as how we just got our first lead on this ring." Eric said.
"Let's head back." Callen said.
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Two hours later-
"We have something." Eric said, as he and Nell entered the bull pen.
"What's up?" Sam asked.
"The origin of the tattoo is coming from a club dead center of T.M.Z. here." Eric said.
The team looked at the club in question. Deeks recognized the club exterior, but not the current title on the exterior. Callen recognized the Russian manuscript.
"Looks like a Russian group moved in and took over." Deeks said.
"Arkady?" Sam asked.
"Why not. He might shed some light on the current state of things." Callen said. "Stay put until we get back."
With that the senior agents left to go get some information out of their Russian asset, but somebody had other plans. After Sam and Callen left Nell saw a new email in one of Deeks alias inbox.
"Heads up Deeks, you have incoming." Nell said.
At this time Hetty had made her way into the bull pen as Nell had brought up the email.
"Wow. Plot twist." Deeks said upon reading the name of the person who sent the email.
"An old acquaintance Mr. Deeks?" Hetty asked.
"He was somebody I was sent in to bring down. It never went anywhere because we didn't have any solid evidence to link him to the slave ring; later the ring left town." Deeks said.
"What are you going to need?" Hetty asked.
"I know what I need, just not looking forward to putting that outfit back on." Deeks said.
Deeks studied the email a beat and then walked out of the bull pen heading towards wardrobe. The email read:
Max it's Seamus; we need to meet. Meet me at the corner of fifth and main in two hours, and I'll explain the current state of events.
Kensi left the bull pen to speak to her husband one last time before he heads out; she had no idea how long Deeks would be under.
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Arkady's house-
"Callen my friend, what brings you in?" Arkady asked as he was eating lunch.
"We won't be long." Callen said. "Have you seen this symbol?"
Arkady put the fork down, and then took the paper from Callen to study the symbol. When Arkady recognized the symbol he gave both Sam and Callen a look.
"Where did you see this symbol?" Arkady asked.
"We found it on a dead marine." Sam answered.
"What does the symbol mean?" Callen asked.
"The symbol is a family crest, they were prominent back during the K.G.B. days; they had their hands into everything." Arkady said.
"Did they specialize in slavery?" Callen asked.
"Not that I can remember, but the ring that you're investigating popped up about nine years ago." Arkady said.
"Nine years ago?" Sam asked.
Arkady nodded his head.
"Where?" Callen asked.
"The point of origin is unknown; Eastern Europe maybe." Arkady said.
"Could you be more specific?" Sam asked.
"The first time I caught wind of the group they were based out of Germany, but that was six months after the ring got started." Arkady said.
"This group have a name?" Sam asked.
"Ruka Tsarskaya." Arkady said.
"Which means?" Sam asked.
"The Czar's Hand." Callen translated. "If you hear anything keep in touch."
Callen and Sam left heading back to Ops.
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Deeks had already got rid of Deeks and put on Max, and was staring at himself in the mirror in wardrobe. When Kensi walked up she could see the war and disdain in her husband's eyes. The couple made eye contact, and then Deeks looked away; of all the alias Max Gentry was one that he didn't Kensi anywhere near. Deeks knew that Kensi could handle herself when it came to Max Gentry, but that doesn't mean Deeks wanted to share.
"I'm sorry to ask this knowing what he did to you, but is Max some misguided way to honor your father?" Kensi asked.
Deeks turned and looked at Kensi, and she can see the outrage in his eyes and she could that Deeks was back in the room.
"How could you ask such a question?" Deeks asked the pain in his voice, the tear building in his eyes.
Kensi walked over to her husband to comfort him, but he pulled away. And Kensi knew that she was going to have to fight to make Deeks see reason. When Deeks realized that wasn't going away he turned and looked at her; what Kensi saw was broke her heart: she wasn't looking at grown man, metaphorically speaking; Kensi was looking into Deeks eyes and saw a lost little boy.
"I ask that because anybody who hates their father as much as you did would want to put as much distance between them and their father." Kensi said with tears in eyes and pain in her voice.
Deeks wrapped Kensi in his embrace, crying into her hair and her into his shirt.
"Yet you went and gave that anger and hatred a name and a persona. Who does that for a hated family member?" Kensi asked.
Kensi waited, and when Deeks didn't respond she put the nail in the coffin.
"As much as you hated your father, you still loved your father. Max is your attempt to understand. To see what it was like to be filled with all that hate and angry; to justify and quantify his actions." Kensi said.
Kensi pulled away to look into Deeks eyes, and he looked back.
"And your verdict?" Deeks asked, his soul on the verge of breaking, his voice sounding broken and hollow.
"Let go of your hatred and anger. I'll be there to catch you, and Conor will be waiting also." Kensi said as she wiped a tear from his eye.
A new thought had entered Kensi mind. She hesitated, knowing this isn't the time, but pushed through before losing her fire to help her husband.
"As much as you want to remember your father for the times he didn't physically assault you and your mother, but we both know those times are few and far between." Kensi said.
"Even fewer." Deeks said, regaining his fire and spunk.
"Just live with the fact that Max is a part of you, but he is not you." Kensi said.
Deeks smiled.
"Because we both know that if Max Gentry came after either me, or Conor he would end up in the hospital." Kensi said.
Kensi comment had the desired effect because it got a smirk out of Deeks. Deeks kissed Kensi goodbye and then left to go make the meeting.
"Of all the times to spy that wasn't the best time." Kensi said after Deeks left wardrobe wiping her eye.
Kensi turned around as the intruder started to speak.
"My timing was off, but it was poignant and necessary." Hetty said.
Kensi nodded her head, and then walked away.
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Two hours later-
Deeks was making his way back into to the bull pen still in costume, and a little worn out. Sam looked to see Deeks walk in.
"Look what the cat dragged in." Sam said.
"You have no idea." Deeks said as he walked over to his seat.
"What did you learn?" Callen asked
"The guy I'm working with runs a section of the ring; he doesn't run the show." Deeks said
"Do you think he could lead you to the guys in charge?" Kensi asked.
"Heck if I know." Deeks said. "Last time we talked all I knew was that the tattoo was to mark those in the ring. Now I'm being told that it goes much deeper than that: Like being controlled by a mysterious Russian group."
The group stared at each other and then they all gave Deeks a collective shrug.
"Great, I'm screw." Deeks said, and then left the bull pen.
"What was that all about?" Hetty asked.
"Deeks is flying blind, and we have nothing to give him." Callen said.
Hetty took it in stride what her agents said, and the left to attend to Deeks.
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In a hotel room on the far side of the city, a man was looking at a dossier with photos. In the photos were a three men: One man with suit who was clean cut, flanked by two men who were his bodyguards. One of the bodyguards had shaggy blond hair. The man checking out the photos had a Russian tattoo on his arm.
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Deeks was sitting in the armory cleaning his guns, and going over some paper work. Hetty notice that Deeks was working on his living will, and testament.
"Know something we don't?" Hetty asked.
"A safety precaution." Deeks said without looking up from the stack.
There was a moment of silence where Hetty was attempting to understand her child's actions.
"Last will and testament?" Hetty asked.
All Deeks did was look up at Hetty and gave her a glance that told her what do you think.
"You think we're going to fail?" Hetty asked.
"You know what I liked about when I went uncover by myself?" Deeks asked setting the pen on the table.
"What?" Hetty asked.
"I was invincible, I didn't have to worry about anybody except myself." Deeks said.
"But now you have both Kensi and Conor to look out for." Hetty said.
Deeks nodded his head.
"You don't think Kensi could take care of herself?" Hetty asked.
"It's not about being able to take care of herself, as opposed to-"
"To make sure your family is taken care of after you die." Hetty said.
Deeks nodded to Hetty. Hetty thought about Deeks predicament, nodded her understand and then left the armory. Just as Hetty was exiting the Kensi was about to enter to talk to Deeks. Hetty stopped Kensi and shook her head; Kensi nodded her head and then turned and heading back to the bull pen. Deeks continue filling out the necessary paper work in silence.
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A month later: Arkady's house-
Arkady was rummaging through some paper work when he got a phone call. Arkady was needed to go pick up a document. As Arkady was approaching the site his radar was going off. Arkady walked to the building slowly and then entered. The meet was on the top floor, but as Arkady was walking into the room in question he anticipated the attack. His attacker underestimated Arkady's memory.
"You're using tactics taught to the K.G.B.; you never stood a chance." Arkady said.
Arkady executed his attacker, and then walked over to the table in the room. He poured over the information and was intrigued until he saw a picture with a blond man. He took his time trying to figure it out; why this man look familiar. It took few more pictures before Arkady realized who it was, at this time Arkady had company.
"Ah. De-"
"Special Agent Martin Deeks." The man said cutting Arkady off.
Arkady trained the gun on the intruder.
"If I wanted you dead I would have shot you in the back, but I have vital information that needs to be passed on to an associate." The man said.
"Forgive the skittishness, but you'll understand if I don't lower my gun." Arkady said.
"Fair enough, but if you kill me, you in turn will get people killed." The man said.
The man removed a piece of paper from his pocket, and walked over to a box nearest Arkady. After dropping the paper off then left the building. Arkady walked over and picked up the paper; it was folded in half. Upon unfolding the paper Arkady saw a building; it was unfamiliar to him, but he figured somebody might. Arkady pulled out his phone and dialed a number. Arkady grabbed the paperwork, and then left the building.
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Two days later
Callen and Sam were on their way to meeting Arkady, while Deeks was out on the docks with Seamus and one of his men. They walked around the dock and check the product: ranging from money, guns, drugs and slaves. Halfway through the meet the group heard an explosion. Within seconds Deeks phone started to ring. Deeks checked his phone and then spoke to Seamus.
"I need to take this call."
Deeks move away and took the call.
"Callen." Deeks answered.
"Whatever you are doing you need to get out; you have been compromised." Callen said.
Shortly after Callen said that Deeks has been outed there was another explosion. Deeks checked the direction of the smoke and thought that the direction seemed familiar.
"Has Ops and the boat shed been compromised?" Deeks asked walking over to the edge of the dock.
"Yeah those explosions were from Ops and the boat shed." Callen said.
Next thing Callen heard though the phone was some shouting for Max to watch out. Then he heard a gunshot.
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Kensi was on the dock when both explosions went off. Thirty seconds after the second explosion she heard a gunshot, she heard Callen over the wig in her ear.
"Kensi we've lost contact with Deeks. And it's been confirmed that Ops and the boat shed have been compromised." Callen said.
"Forget compromised; Ops and the boat shed have been destroyed!" Sam exclaimed.
"Attempting to get a line of sight on Deeks." Kensi said.
Kensi edged to the dock where she knew where Deeks was last sighted. Upon getting a view of the dock where Deeks, Seamus and the third man were all Kensi saw was the third man, a lot of blood, and a phone.
"Deeks is nowhere to be seen!" Kensi exclaimed frantically.
Kensi ran over to the dock's edge and look into the bay, upon looking into the bay Kensi didn't see Deeks body. Kensi was in overdrive: she wanted to jump into the bay and look for her husband, but that was unadvisable. So she waited for the divers to come and dredge the bay.
{What am I going to do?} Kensi thought. {Conor.}
Kensi wrapped her arms around her body as to shield her from the coming storm. And before she left Kensi rested a hand on her belly, lifted up a quick prayer, and then went back to her vehicle and await the rest of the team; crying tears along the way..
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Five years later: N.C.I.S. field house-
Nate got a call from Hetty two days ago that his services were need in Los Angeles. All she said was that it was urgent. So when Nate showed at the field house and saw Sam, Callen, Hetty, Granger, and a man he has never seen before but was very friendly with the group he knew something was up.
"What exactly am I getting myself into?" Nate asked.
"Something that must be done off the books." Sam said.
"Define off the books?" Nate asked.
"We need you to interrogate a suspect to determine if he is a friend or an enemy." Granger said.
Hetty walked over to the Nate and handed him a file. The name on the file was familiar, but when he opened the file and saw the picture he was taken back.
"Has Kensi been made aware of your findings?" Nate asked.
"No." Callen said.
"Where is she?" Nate asked.
"Out with Agent Vega." Hetty replied.
"Is this a joke?" Nate asked.
When he got the third degree from the people present Nate put his hands up in mock surrender. Nate gave the file a once over again notice the thickness of the file, and then walked over to interrogation 1. Before Nate opened the door and stopped. Never in a million years would Nate ever have to do this: interrogate a suspect to determine if they were still viable tool.
Just as Nate was about to open the door Hetty walked up to Nate with her hand out. Nate saw the earwig, took applied it and then entered the interrogation room. Sam turned on the plasma as Hetty was entering the main room. In the room were two men: Nate and a man with blond hair that was overgrown and a thick beard, his head was bowed and his eyes were closed. Nate appraised the man a bit, but then he walked over and took his seat. Upon taking his seat the second man looked up at Nate.
"That's the first movement I've seen in the past seven days." Sam said.
"If that is all I'm going to return to the field." Sasha said.
"We'll be in touch." Granger said.
On the plasma the group heard Nate speak.
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"My name is Nathan Getz; what's your name?"
The man looked at Nate, staring for a bit. The man ran is hair through his head, and then spoke.
"My name is Max Gentry." Max said.
Nate saw Max do a motion that one other man did, and Nate realize the whole purpose of the house call.
"I've very sorry to tell you this, but you name is not Max Gentry." Nate said.
Max stared at Nate with questioning eyes; wondering what Nate was game playing.
"Your real name is Martin Deeks." Nate said.
T.B.C.
A/N: I know the scene with Conor and Nate was short, but good way to have a child heal is to have they interact with their family, and sorry that there wasn't a lot of family scenes. I'm thinking that I will do another dual story: One to explain what happen before and after Deeks was shot, and another that explains how Office of Special Projects gets a new building. The story involving Deeks is called Legends, and the revival of Ops is called From the Ashes.