Deeks Just Starts At NCIS LA AU OOC
DISCLAIMER: Nope, don't own any of them other than ones I may create.
Summary: There is no plot. Just a whole lot of nothing. No cliff hangers or anything. Just something I wanted to see happen, but didn't.
A/N 1: This is a work of fiction. FARFETCHED fiction I might add. This is a story that I wanted to see happen so I put it on paper, so to speak. This story could ONLY happen in my head.
Thanks to all the guest reviews I couldn't answer.
Chapter 6
Deeks rides the wave all the way to shore and walks up to his towel to dry off and collect his things. As he heads off to his car, 3 Latinos stop him at the edge of the beach. He seems to think he remembers one of them. He looks like a cartel leader he took down a long time ago. That's it! Juan Menendez! Crap! It's his son Ortégo.
"My, my, look who we've got here. I just couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you walking around in broad daylight. Don't act as if you don't know me, asshole. You screwed us over and got my dad's cartel shut down and some of my friends killed. My dad's in prison because of you and now that we've got you here, it's time for some payback." And saying that he pulls a gun and shoots Deeks 3 times. As Deeks falls to the ground, his last thoughts were of the weekend with Kensi and then everything went black.
An onlooker dialed 911 right away and went over to see if there was anything she could do. She tried to stop the bleeding but it was just too much and she hoped the ambulance would get here before the man bled out. After what seemed like an hour to her, but in reality was only a few minutes, the ambulance arrived and the paramedics took over. One checked him over to see what had happened and then saw the multiple gunshot wounds. He quick called it in to the hospital as he and his partner loaded him into the ambulance. "Male, Late 20s to early 30s. 3 gunshot wounds. One in the upper right chest region, one in the lower right torso, and one in the abdominal area. His pulse is weak but steady, and his BP is dropping. We have him hooked up to plasma and saline."
The nurse on the other end of the call responds with, "Get him here as fast as you can. We'll be waiting." And breaks the connection.
Callen's team is having a coffee and talking of their weekend when Hetty walked over and told them the bad news. "Mr. Deeks has been shot and is currently in surgery at Pacific Beach Medical. He was shot after his morning surf at Venice beach as he was walking to his car. Apparently three young men had stopped him to talk and one of them pulled a gun and fired before Mr. Deeks could do anything about it. There was a witness but I have Ms. Jones and Mr. Beale looking at cameras to see if there is any film of the incident. Ms. Blye I assume you will want to go to the hospital?"
"Hetty, Please, I really need to be there . . ." Kensi didn't care if sounded like she was begging, she needed to be with Deeks.
"Go Ms. Blye, I do believe your 'partner' would want you there."
"Thank you Hetty!." Kensi said as she grabbed her bag and headed towards the door.
"Keep us posted Kens." Callen asked her as she was leaving.
"Okay. Will do."
Hetty watched Kensi leave the bullpen, she was almost in a dead run towards the door.
Kensi stood in the hallway at Pacific Beach Medical hospital waiting for news on Deeks. She clutched her hands tight to her chest. As she stood there she was praying that Deeks would pull through, she did not know what she would do if she loses someone else she loves.
Finally the doors open and a group of nurse's push Deeks out on a gurney. Kensi runs towards them, stopping them so she could take hold of his hand. She looks at one of the nurse's, "Is he going to be okay?" she asks.
"If you wait here the doctor will be right out and can answer all your questions. We need to get Mr. Deeks to post opp."
Kensi eyes the nurse. "It's Agent Deeks, not Mr. Deeks, he's a Federal Agent with NCIS."
"Ok miss but you still need to wait here for the doctor."
"Can you tell me where I can find him after I speak to the doctor?"
"Are you family?"
Kensi takes a deep breath . . . "No, I'm his partner and girlfriend."
"Ok, well he will be down the hall inside of post-op. Just ask the nurse at the desk for him and they will take you to him."
The nurses continued down the hall with Deeks, leaving Kensi to wait on the doctor who appeared shortly.
"Are you with Mr. Deeks?" He asks, as he looks towards Kensi.
"Yes I'm Agent Deeks's girlfriend and work partner, Kensi Blye." Kensi says to the doctor.
"I can tell you that Agent Deeks is lucky, there were 3 shots, one in the right side that clipped his right lung, the one to his torso was a through and through and missed all the organs. The third one to his abdomen gave us a bit of a scare. It tore up his insides a bit but everything should be fine. Like I said, he's lucky, I can also tell you that a large caliber weapon was used. I can take you to post-op and you can wait for him to wake up. Just follow me Agent Blye."
Kensi follows the doctor to the post-op area. As they enter, Deeks is still asleep in his bed. Kensi tells the doctor thank you and sits down in the chair beside him, she takes hold of his hand and lets out the breath she had been holding. At least she knew he was going to be ok, now he just needs to wake up. The sound of the monitor beeping was the only sound she heard in the room.
It had been a while since he'd been brought in there from surgery, and he had yet to wake up. Kensi decides she needs to stretch her legs, so she stands and walks over to the window to look out. She glances over at Deeks then back out the window as she thinks back to the weekend they just had. Life can't be so cruel as to take him away from her already. Can it? They just started living together and things were moving along so nicely and then this happens. Kensi turns away from the window and walks back over to Deeks's bed. She sits down on the side and leans close to him, she runs her hand over his scruff and up to his shaggy hair. She whispers in his ear. "Please wake up Marty. I need you to come back to me." She jumps when she feels her phone vibrate in her pocket, she takes it out to see that it was Callen calling.
Kensi stands up and walks out of the room so she could talk to Callen. "He's out of surgery and the doctor says he's going to be fine, anything new on your end?"
"No, not so far. The wonder twins are running Kaleidoscope to locate the three guys that did this. Not too much luck so far though. Maybe when Deeks comes around he'll be able to tell us."
"Okay, thanks for the update." Kensi says as she ends the call. She returns to Deeks's room, and sits back down on his bed, taking his hand in hers. She then decides to move closer to him, placing her hand on his face. "Wake up Marty, I need you now."
Kensi is just waiting for him to open his eyes and is finally rewarded when she hears his voice.
"Unhh, I feel like I should be dead." Deeks says.
"Oh Marty, your awake . . . and no, you're not dead yet . . ." Kensi says as she stands up and walks closer to the head of the bed. She leans over the rail, and gives him a much needed gentle kiss making her feel a whole lot better. "I just got you . . . you're not getting rid of me that easy Marty . . ."
"Do I know you?"
Kensi has a stunned look on her face . . . ". . . Marty . . ."
" . . . Marty, my name is Marty? Really? Are you my nurse?"
" No Marty, I'm Kensi I'm your girlfriend." Kensi is starting to panic and starts to call for a nurse when Deeks stops her.
"I'm just kidding, I remember you Princess, I remember our moving in together and all your hoardingness."
Kensi lets out a deep breath."Yeah, you're a funny guy, I'm gonna punch you in one or all of your bullet holes"
"That sounds vaguely dirty. AHHH!" Deeks cries out in pain as he tries to sit up.
"Hi." A nurse says as she walked in.
"Nice to see you're awake Agent Deeks, how do you feel?" She asks as she checks his I.V.
"You can call me Marty and I feel better and better now that my girlfriend is here with me!" Deeks says with a smile
Kensi's face lights up with a smile when she hears that and her face grows slightly red but she doesn't care. He had just told the nurse he was taken and she was happy about that.
"Pain release button, call button." The nurse points out the different buttons to Deeks. "If you need anything, I'm just outside Marty."
"Thank you Nurse . . ." She shows him her I.D. "Nurse Debby."
Turning to Kensi, he asks. "You guys catch my shooter yet?"
"Not yet. The guys that shot you this morning, did you recognize them?"
"Yes, I did. The shooter was Ortégo Menendez. I shut his father's cartel down several years ago and put his dad in prison. He had a son that we couldn't find at the time, that son was Ortégo. Rumor had it that he was staying in Mexico City. He would have been around 12 or 13 years old back then so now he's around 22 or 23. It was blind luck he spotted me on the beach. That kid hated the water. He was always afraid he was going to drown. He never wanted to be close to it."
"Really." Kensi utters. "By the way Marty, is there anyone you would like me to call for you?"
"Nope, princess, you're all I have or will ever want."
Hearing that, Kensi just melts into his arms and gives him such a kiss that if he had been dead, she would have brought him back to life with it.
Later that afternoon Nell stops in with pictures of three men for Deeks to look at. She asks him if they were the people that shot him.
"Yep." Deeks tells her. "Those are the ones alright."
Nell calls Callen and tells him those were the guys and to pick them up.
Several weeks later, back in his own place, Deeks wakes up with Kensi draped all over him and tells himself again how lucky he is to have her as his. He never thought he would ever have these feelings towards another woman. Ever since he was shot, she's been 'clingy' and he loves it. He loves it enough to offer up a suggestion later when she wakes up. Thinking of his idea, he drifts back to sleep.
About an hour later, Kensi wakes up and sees her boyfriend is still out of it. She has an idea on how to wake him up and her hand dips below the covers until it finds his impressive length and she grips him and gives him a little squeeze.
Needless to say, Marty wakes up with a huge smile and an hour later, they're in the shower getting ready for work. As Marty is drying his hair, out of the blue he asks, "Kens, how do you feel about buying a house? Something you and I can grow in? Say, something with, maybe, 3 - 4 bedrooms?"
Well, all Kensi can do is look at him with a stunned look on her face. To say she was surprised would be an understatement. Her heart is racing and all she can think of is he wants a life with her! "Oh yes Marty! Let's get a house!"
"We'll decide tonight at dinner what we would like and take it from there. Ok?" Marty asks with a smile.
All Kensi can do is nod her head up and down and smile.
The following week, the whole team is in Romania looking for Hetty. They're fairly certain they eliminated the entire 'clan' before they found her. When they did find her, she had been shot. Several weeks later she returned to work.
A few weeks later, Kensi and Marty found a house on the beach. It has 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. It's everything they had decided they would need so they bought it and took a weekend and moved in. As of this morning, each and every room has been 'checked out'.
The months have been flying by and the cases have been fairly steady. Everyone could use a bit of a break. As the team is having a coffee at the start of the day, all their phones start chirping. It's Hetty's 'Agent In Distress' code. As soon as they identify it, Eric whistles them up to ops. "Hey guys, her code was sent from the boat shed. All the audio and visual equipment has been disabled. But unknown to whoever disabled the equipment is the infrared camera I installed in the ceiling above the light fixture. It shows someone standing in the corner under the stairs and someone sitting in a chair in the middle of the floor."
Callen remarks, "Let's go. Keep us updated Eric."
"Will do." And he goes back to tapping on his tablet.
Before they leave the mission, Deeks tells them, "We should park a block away from the boatshed. We don't want to alert whoever is in there that someone is coming."
"Good idea." Callen says and they tear out of the parking lot towards the boatshed.
12 minutes later and they're parking a block away from the boatshed. As they form into a group in the boatshed parking lot, Callen says, "We need to get in there and take control of the situation."
"Let me go Callen." Deeks pleads. "Hetty is the second most important woman on the planet to me."
"Second most important? Who could possibly be more important than Hetty?" Callen quizzes.
"The lady standing beside me Callen." And Deeks sees her smile and her face turning red.
"I figure to go up through the trap door into the interrogation room so there are no door squeaks or sunlight trails when I open one of the doors. Besides, the person probably doesn't even know of that way into the boatshed. Should work to our advantage."
Callen ponders the idea and finds no fault in it so he tells Deeks, "Sounds like a plan to me. Let's do it, but first, let's check the perimeter for any 'surprises'. They find no signs of anything wrong so Deeks readies himself for entry."
Deeks pulls his service weapon out along with the other things he has in his pockets and hands them to Kensi for safe keeping. He then pulls his shirt, shoes, and socks off. As soon as his shirt comes off, the fire starts in Kensi's belly and she needs to tamp it down. This is the first time that Sam or Callen have seen Deeks without a shirt and are totally stunned at the scars the man has adorning his body. They also notice how well put together he is.
"What about the knife?" Callen mentions.
"Callen, I need SOME protection when I get in there." He smirks, spins on his heel and takes off for the water with the others trailing behind. Callen figures about 5 minutes for Deeks to get inside and another 2 - 3 getting things under control. Or so he hopes.
She knows it's inappropriate, considering what is going on, but all Kensi can think of is a shirtless Marty Deeks and what she plans on doing to him when they get home tonight. Oh lordy!
As Deeks crawls out of the trapdoor into the interrogation room, the first thing he does is take his earwig out of the little plastic baggie and put it in his ear. He flicks the switch, turning it on and says softly, "Callen, I'm in. I'm going to recon the room and check things out."
"Watch yourself. Eric says there are only two people in there but there could be a bomb or something triggered to Hetty."
"I'll check." And out the door he goes. The lights may have been disabled, but there is enough sunlight filtering into the boatshed to lend some distinction to objects in his path. As he gets to the end of the hallway, he sees Hetty sitting in the chair and immediately puts a finger to his lips meaning for her to be quiet when she spots him. He looks her over from where he crouches and doesn't see anything but that really doesn't mean anything. So slowly, he pulls his knife out and starts after the person in the corner. He lays flat on the floor and peeks around the corner and sees the person is an older male just standing there. His hands appear to be empty but Deeks is NOT going to take any chances. He scoots back and stands up and now that he knows where the person is, he flips his knife around so he's holding the blade and walks around the corner while throwing the knife with precision. The ball on the end of the knife handle hits the person in the forehead, knocking him out. Deeks pulls out some zip ties and cuffs the guy and then calls Callen. After calling Callen, Deeks grabs the roll of duct tape that's lying on the shelf and tapes the man's mouth shut.
The person standing in the corner is wondering how the team is going to respond. He had Henrietta use her AID code almost 30 minutes ago and there is still no one doing anything about it. Should have heard something by now. I wanted to see this supposedly elite team in action. Wait . . . What's that sound? The man in the corner hears a faint whisper and sees something flying towards his head. Too fast for him to do anything and then the object hits him in the head and the darkness takes him.