Updates from now on will be made weekly. I want to thank my beta reader who always made her best on beta reading. I thank also everyone who's been reading since the beginning, hope you keep reading now that the chapters will be updated every week.

Thanking also my friend, who without her, this fanfiction would never be real.

Deeks awake up and met the other side of the empty bed. He figured Kensi was already up and he got up too, picking his clothes and dressing up along the way.

"Kensi? Kensi?" He was calling her, peeking into every division.

He realized she was not home, and while he was trying to understand if she was coming back, Gibson called him:

"Hey Marty. What took you so long with your old boss?"

"Nothing, everything is fine, Danny. Sorry for leaving you working alone."

"No, no problem. I just called because Callen called saying he has tips on the case. And he also asked for you. Weren't you in the same building?"

"Yeah, we were." Deeks confessed. "But, it was…complicated." He was already referring the fact that Kensi left him alone.

"Was…was the-your partner? Something happened to her?" Gibson was having a hard time in swallowing.

"No. She's alright and she's home. Even though that's ironic right now."

"Alright, Deeks, I can work by myself. Take the morning to get everything in the right place."

"Ok, thanks buddy. See you in the afternoon."

"Bye, and do what you to do."

Deeks looked around the house and left. Outside the day was rainy, stormy and heavy. He drove to the only place that sooths him, the beach. The waves were violent, it was pouring and the wind was strong and freezing. It was time to think if she's really worth fighting for. He was seeing the sea storm, already wet and cold because of the rain and wind. But, he was enjoying what he was seeing; somehow he felt that inside him there was also a fight, a storm.

The leather jacket was protecting him to get even more soaked, but he wanted to feel the rain falling on him, passing through his shirt, let the cold penetrate on his skin and go deep down to his bones. He stripped off the jacket and stood in the same place where he by now was, on the sidewalk and in the silence he closed his eyes and heard the rain pouring falling intensively. When he opened his eyes he noticed someone near the sea, and seemed to be a woman. She wasn't moving regardless of the waves breaking so close to her. She could be swallowed by a wave and he needed to stop anything from happen. Yet, the closer he was getting, more the silhouette of the woman seemed to be Kensi's. And he got the certain when he got closer and put the jacket over her shoulders. Kensi turned around after a few minutes and he saw her with reddish eyed, like he has never seen. Stupid question was to ask her if she was crying, and Deeks couldn't even formulate the question; see Kensi crying, for the first time in three years means something is really bad. Seeing that tough woman crying means it's deep and excruciating.

"Better stop now before someone gets hurt."

"No-one needs to get hurt. We can take this…as you want. I have time enough." He answered. Dealing with Kensi is never easy due the fact that she doesn't shows emotions that easily and also because she has something inside her that stops her, some sort of trauma. She doesn't want to get hurt again, she doesn't want to be left alone again.

"It's better if we both forget last night-"

"I can't." He said. "I can't and I won't. To me, it wasn't just-"

"Don't say it. Better leave things this way. These last six months were too much to deal with. I need time to breathe and think. And I don't want to get hurt, or worst, to hurt you."

Kensi moved slowly one hand to the jacket and started taking it off her, but she was stopped. He cuddled the jacket to her and on a sweet and affectionate act, he put the hood on her head and placed a kiss on her forehead. "It's your decision, Kensi. I wait, but I don't wait forever…" After he said this, she kissed his cheek and left.

He looked back, watching her walk away and then turned his attention to the waves and understood why she liked to be in there. After a while, it stopped raining and he felt good, like if the rain had washed away a bit of his feelings. He realized Kensi needed time to think, needed her own space. She could always decide to start a relation with him, and he, at least, felt happy for that. He went home, showered and was just waiting for a phone call from Gibson. And, it didn't delay. He picked up the phone and said with a tone of voice way better than the one he had by the morning.

"Hey, Gibson, what do you tell?"

"Oh, someone is on the good mood again!" He stated, laughing. "You're ready to work?"

"Yes, what you got?"

"I'm going to the boatshed. Callen and Sam found a guy with a .45 on the leg; it is a match to Brooks' gun. By the way, forensics found it and when processing the crime scene they found three different types of blood."

"Ok. So, I meet you at the boatshed. See you there."

"Ok."

Gibson and Deeks were on the outside of the interrogation room, watching Sam and Callen starting the interrogation.

"Can you tell me why I'm here?"

"This is Agent Hanna, I'm Agent Callen and we would like to know where were you shot. And why."

"I…I…can't. I don't remember. I can't tell you anything."

Sam sat and put a file over the table. He opened it and read. "As I can see here Mr. Huertas, you have a clean record. How does a guy like you get shot and kills someone?"

"I can't tell you!" he yelled. "And I didn't kill anyone."

"Ok, we're going to leave you a bit more time alone." Callen said and left, being followed by Sam.

"Eric just updated some more news on petty-officer Brooks." Deeks started. "He said that Brooks served a tour on Iraq. His unity died on crossfire with rebels. The only one who survived was Brooks, and he never really got over that. He was put to do desk work."

"He works with important files, so that could have got him killed." Gibson ended, sitting on the edge of the table. "Also, forensics found his .45, recently fired, but the prints are not from petty-officer's, and on the crime scene there were three different types of blood."

"So, someone else was there too. Probably the killer that fled wounded. Any luck on the prints?" Sam asked.

"Not on the system."

"Maybe we should ask now more question to Mario." Callen took a look at the screen, seeing the man on the interrogation room.

"Spit it out, Mario." Sam entered and banged his hands over the table.

"I can't." he yelled back.

"We give you protection." Callen said. "Now tell us everything."

The man sighed and leaned to the front. "Jameson came to me. He said someone was after him to steal documents from him."

"Who?"

"Don't know!" He said staring at Callen, sitting in front of him. "We were talking about it, this guy appears, pulls the gun and shoots Jameson. He grabbed his gun and shot twice. I shot him once and he shot me too. Jameson told me to run away, and the guy ran away too."

"Can you describe the other guy?" Sam asked. Mario was in silence and he said again. "He won't find you, just describe him."

"Blonde haired, tall, really tall, like 6'2'', 6'4'', skinny but muscled. I think he was wearing jeans and a brown shirt."

"Name."

"I don't know-"

"Alright, I'm tired of the "I don't know" thing! You know it!" Sam said angrily.

"I don't know! But, you'll find him with a shot on the arm." Sam and Callen were leaving and Mario spoke. "Can I leave now? I'm hurt and you don't have probable cause to keep me here."

Sam sighed and answered. "We'll release you in few minutes."

"He looks pretty confused." Deeks said.

Callen added. "Or he's acting really well."

"Nah, I think he's really confused; he hasn't asked for a lawyer yet."

"Well, either ways we have to release him. But first, we need to make Eric and Nell look for the guy Mario saw."

After giving the description to Eric and releasing Mario, the four agents went to the NCIS Ops center.

Ok, I'd love reviews...Just being honest.

This fanfiction would finish on chapter 12 (which I already wrote) and would have a sequel. I'm thinking of simply adding the sequel (that I'm working on) chapters here. So, this story will be ended by chapter 23, more or less. Believe me, my friend who's reading this is very excited about it, so I guess it's a good thing.