Los Angeles Police Department- the next morning
Deeks let out a groan, ignoring his partner's constant tapping on the interrogation room table. Both hadn't slept at all since the Police Chief had left them in the room the previous morning. They were approaching the twenty four hour mark and both had a feeling that they wouldn't be released anytime soon.
"Maybe that this is a good thing," Kensi stated. She laid her head on the table as Deeks let out another groan. He turned his head and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"I don't know- I was just thinking…." Kensi leaned in closer to Deeks and lowered her voice, "You're next on the list of people who know about the encrypted code. If you're here, you're safe." Kensi's shaky voiced caused Deeks to place a hand on her neck as gently as he could. "Don't worry about me, Fern," he stated.
"You're' my partner. It's my job." Both agents exchanged looks right as the interrogation room door opened. The Police Chief had actually pushed the door open, which made Kensi and Deeks jump up. Hetty stepped into the room with a smile on her face.
The Police Chief grumbled, "Here they are." Hetty waved him away and said, "Thank you."
"How did you get us out?" Kensi asked.
"You don't want to know, my dear. How are you two?" Hetty asked. Deeks stretched out his arms and said, "I'm pissed, I'm starving, and I really want to sleep."
Kensi smirked at Deeks' comment. She turned to Hetty and asked, "What do you want us to do?"
"Walk with me." Hetty walked out of the room with Kensi and Deeks soon behind her. Once outside, Hetty stated as they walked, "Mr. Callen and Mr. Hanna are looking for a woman involved with Lyons and the twelve million that went in and out of his account."
"Did they get anything so far?" Deeks asked.
"They're interviewing her as we speak. In the meantime, you two need to sleep. No questions asked- alright?" Hetty suddenly stopped in her tracks and Deeks nearly crashed into her.
"I guess. See you in the morning?" Kensi said to Deeks. He gave her a weak wave as she walked away. As Kensi was followed by Hetty, Deeks stood on the police station stairs while observing the area. He wasn't sure if it was the exhaustion, but the probationary agent felt an unusual focus. At the other end of the parking lot, Deeks spotted a silver car parked with the engine running.
That's odd….. The silver car suddenly pulled out of the parking lot and sped off down the street. Deeks watched it disappear amongst the traffic and contemplated calling Hetty or Kensi back. The agent felt his body rock forward, signaling that he needed to head home. It's probably nothing….get some rest.
4:37am
Creek.
Deeks slowly opened his eyes at the sound of footsteps. It sounded as if it were in the living room, slowly moving around as if whoever was there was looking for something.
Most likely him.
Deeks' dog Monty started to furiously bark from the kitchen. If it were any of Deeks' teammates, Monty wouldn't be barking. A minute passed before the footsteps moved to the kitchen. Deeks heard Monty whimper before silence spread throughout the apartment.
Deeks quietly pulled his cellphone under his cover and clicked the agent distress number. The footsteps approached his room before Deeks suddenly heard the door slowly open. He quickly pulled his gun from the bedside table under the sheets.
The agent closed his eyes and thought, Patience. Make a move after counting down to five. Five. The footsteps approached the side of the bed. The click of a safety on a gun being turned off sounded near the side of the bed.
Four. Deeks tightened his grip on his gun. His phone vibrated near his hand, indicating that Hetty, Callen, Kensi, Sam, Eric, or Nell were trying to call him.
Three. The pillow on the opposite side of the bed was moved.
Two. Silence.
One. With perfect timing, Deeks lunged sideways and fell onto the ground. He peeked his head up quickly to see a dark figure toss across the pillow while holding onto a pistol in his other hand. Deeks fired twice and missed the figure, who had dropped down at the other side of the bed. The agent took off towards the door where the figure slammed him hard enough to make the agent drop his gun.
Both men fell onto the ground in the living room. Deeks punched the man in the jaw and pushed him off. The agent turned on his stomach and crawled over to his gun. He turned and fired before feeling a sharp pain hit his thigh. His attacker fell onto him, allowing Deeks to see that bullet had gone through the man's abdomen.
What the hell is on my thigh? Deeks pushed the man off and saw that a pocketknife was sticking out of his thigh. It wasn't in too deep, but was still deep enough to cause a steady flow of blood onto his jeans leg.
"Monty?" Deeks called out as he turned onto his side. With a hand on his thigh, Deeks pulled himself onto his uninjured leg. He called out for Monty again and received no response. "Come on, buddy. Where are you?" Deeks limped into the kitchen where he saw Monty cowering between two kitchen counters. A muzzle was on the dog's bloody face. Deeks pulled off the muzzle and pulled Monty close to him. "It's alright, Monty. We're ok."
The cellphone in his room vibrated again, causing Deeks to look up. He pulled himself back onto his feet and limped towards the door. The agent didn't even make it to the door before his front door suddenly flew open. Deeks whipped around and aimed his gun, only to see Kensi.
"Deeks!" she called out. Kensi holstered her weapon and ran to her partner's side. "What the hell happened?"
He pointed to the body on the living room floor. "Bastard tried to kill me. They're coming after me like they did those petty officers." Kensi placed a supporting hand on Deeks' back. "I know. Let's get you out of here."