I tell you, in this chapter, sh*t just gets real! And for those who think Deeks is being a jerk, then you'll hate him just a bit more!

July

Kensi awoke up in the middle of the night. She opened her eyes and looked out the window. A storm was rising up and the wind whistled creepily, making her cuddle the bed sheets to her and drag her body back, seeking to feel Deeks behind her. But the cold part of the bed made her look behind and she faced the empty bed. Kensi got up difficultly because of her big belly; she's a two weeks to deliver. And, despite of the closeness of the date, Deeks was getting distant, not seeming to be the same man he was.

She walked to the living room and saw a cup, a bottle of scotch and the 32 weeks ultrasound over the table. She sat on the couch and stretched to grab the ultrasound. She looked at it for a while and then leaned back and rested her hand on the belly, sighing. "Looks like your father is out home again…" She grabbed the phone and gave him a call.

"What's wrong? You're ok?" He asked in distress, answering the phone.

"No, I'm not ok. You leave the house in the middle of the house and leave me alone? You think I'm ok?"

"Well, you're tough and have a gun."

"So, are you saying you don't give a shit about me and your son?"

"No! Of course I care. I'm just…busy."

"Ok." She said upset.

"You're not okay. You'll be mad at me?"

"What do you think?" She left him with this question and hang up, crying.

"Something's wrong?" Blackbourne asked, arriving next to him while putting out the cigarette by smashing it under his foot.

"A chick that I slept with the other day."

"Let me guess: she's mad at you for leaving her alone in the bed!"

"Yeah! Can you believe how sensitive women can be?" Deeks shared a laugh with Blackbourne. But he didn't want to laugh at all. He was distancing too much and Kensi noticed he left home after midnight, to just lie down on bed after 5AM , only to sleep two brief hours before getting up to go to work, on the side of the justice.

"Just forget about her." The other replied, still laughing. "Let's go inside, I think I have a deal with a regular. Watch my back, Dale. This deal is major, man."

"I'm on your six." He said, following him.

They entered the club again and sat at a table where a blond, rich and spoiled minx was sat. "Can you get me the usual?" She asked, biting her big pink nail.

"Give me until tomorrow. Money?"

"You know the deal, half now and the rest when I see it." She threw on top of the table a stack of money. "Are you getting me the good stuff, right?"

"I always get the best for my regulars, Brianna, you know."

"Just making sure." She drank the rest of the cocktail on a sip, grinned and walked away, passing the tips of the fingers on Blackbourne's shoulders and on Deeks' jawbone.

Blackbourne has four bodyguards, two that watch his back during the day, the two others during the night. So, Butch, informally known as The Butcher, as in the big guy that carries the gun, approached Blackbourne and whispered something to his ear. Whatever it was, it upset the tall and skinny guy, Derryl Blackbourne, marked as one of the most influential drug dealers of the LA area. He turned to Deeks and ordered. "Cop outside, take care of him, Dale."

"You!" He yelled firmly. "Take a walk!" He said as he left through the door. Then he looked at him, swallowed in dry, but continued. "Get out, I'm telling you."

"Make me." Danny answered, challenging him. "Is it illegal to be around here?" Danny didn't get any answer from Deeks, and kept on teasing. "I know Blackbourne is in there, if is that what you're trying to hide."

"It's the last time I'm telling you to get the hell out here."

"Force me!" Danny then nodded, giving him a signal.

"Sorry, buddy." Deeks said while punching him.

"Undercover affairs." Danny whispered even lower voice than Deeks before taking a punch from him. They beat up each other, but Danny let himself defeat. Deeks entered the club again and sat next to his boss, telling him. "Done. Butcher is taking him away to the alley."

Deeks arrived home and when he tried to get some sleep next to Kensi, she pushed him out of bed, mumbling. "Couch."

"Monty's there."

"Your dog, your problem."

"I'm sor-"

"Out, Deeks!" She yelled.

"You know I love you…" He whispered, grabbing the pillow and trying to put a kiss on her head.

"Out, I said!" She cried, pushing him away. She wiped her tears and fell asleep. In the morning, a couple of hours later, when the sun began to rise, shinny and imposing, taking away of the sky any trace of the last night storm, she grabbed the phone, speaking low. "Eric, sorry to awake you up, but I need a favor."

"Anything Kensi, what you need?"

"Got a computer near?"

"Yeah. Wait a second." She heard him walking and sitting on a chair.

"Trace any unusual transference on Deeks' account."

"Why, wh-"

"Just do it. And don't tell anyone about this."

After a while Eric said. "I don't think you'll like it."

"Just say it; I know it's bad stuff."

"I traced money transferences to Blackbourne, one of the most influent and wanted drug dealers in the area…I don't know what to say, maybe something's wrong-"

"Don't talk at all." She whispered. "Thanks Eric." She hung up and got up from bed, mumbling to herself. "I can't believe you did it." She opened a drawer and picked up some clothes to dress up when Deeks entered the bedroom quickly, looking for clothes too.

"Danny was shot." This first news shook Kensi, but he continued, making it even worst. "He was found on an alley near Blackbourne's club. He's a drug-"

"I know who he is…" She said firmly, forcing him to look at her by the silence she imposed. "Like you didn't know what happened to Danny."

"How could I know it?" He was panicking because she, or suspect or already knew about his secret. But he was telling the truth.

"I'm pretty sure the bullet he took will be a perfect match to your gun."

"No, it won't…I don't shoot friends."

"Right." She said, feeling the voice failing. "You just turn the back on them and on the people who matter because you're too stubborn."

"I'll tell you later the entire story…From my mouth…and you'll be hearing my reasons. Now, I have to go check on Danny."

"Deeks?" She called weakly, making him walk back. "Then call saying how's he."

Deeks nodded and left home in a hurry. Kensi put the hands over the dresser and lowers her head, sighing. Her life had just turned upside down and she didn't know how to handle with it. Right now, she preferred not knowing anything than knowing only parts of the story. But, at this point, she couldn't do much than make a decision.

Any thoughts on Kensi's decision?