Sylvia
/Chapter 4 /
A/N: sorry for the delay in updates...honestly, I haven't forgotten about the story...the muse has just be inspired with other story lines...and this one is taking a lot of planning...it's one thing to have ideas/scenes in your head—its' another to get those details/descriptions down on paper...
...anyway, I know this is short...really more like a scene than a chapter, but I really like the caring and sharing we never get to see between characters...
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"Had him...are you saying this 'woman' kidnapped him?" Sam exclaimed.
Hetty just nodded at the two agents.
"You seem to know an awful lot about Deeks past with this woman-Sylvia," Callen questioned.
"Only what was available in the police reports..." Hetty replied. "After Mr. Deeks shooting last year, I too went over the list the LAPD provided..."
"So you've known about this woman all along..." Sam pressed.
"It's my job to keep track of anything that could pose a threat to any of my agents...it doesn't matter how many years have passed-a case, no matter how airtight: a suspect, no matter how securely incarcerated can always pose a threat," Hetty explained, looking intently at both men, "We all have those skeletons in our closet..."
"Okay, Hetty, what is it with this woman? We can't help Deeks if we don't know what's going on; how to find her," Callen said pointedly.
"Mr. Beale," Hetty said, turning to the tech operator.
"It's taken a lot of scouring through old records, but I managed to dig up allofthe police reports..."
Sam quirked an eyebrow, "Just how many is all?"
Eric looked up and said slowly, "Uh, well, that would be—uh, seventeen."
"Seventeen..." Sam exclaimed. "Deeks filed seventeen complaints against this woman...and nothing was ever done?"
"Actually, not all of them were filled by Deeks; some were filed by Taylor Martin and a few others," Eric supplied, before continuing, "And that doesn't include the multiple restraining orders...I also found a copy of the trial transcripts and I have the name of the facility she's been incarcerated in for the last twelve years, along with the name of her psychiatrist," Eric reported. "Sent it all to your inboxes...there is quite a bit of stuff there."
"Thanks Eric..." Callen said as he and Sam headed out of Ops.
Turning to Hetty, Callen said evenly, "You know, before this is over, we might have to see that last police report..."
Again, Hetty just nodded, "Let's see what we can find in the files; talk to Ms. Gray's psychiatrist first, before we start parading around such personal and painful experiences from Mr. Deeks past."
"I know you just want to help, but, unless it is absolutely necessary I will not force Mr. Deeks to relive any more than he has to concerning such a vulnerable period of his life by exposing what he went through those ten days," Hetty explained, "Even among friends there are some things too painful to share..."
They nodded, knowing that they all had things in their own pasts that left them feeling exposed and trapped.
"We understand that Hetty...but it if it comes down to it and there is something in that report that can help us find her..." Sam left the intent hanging.
Hetty nodded, giving a final warning, "Gentlemen, I ask that you tread lightly and treat everything you read and hear with the utmost of discretion, Mr. Deeks needs our total support in this."
Both men nodded solemnly, Sam adding, "You know we will, Hetty—we have his back on this one."
Hetty nodded and the two agents headed to the bullpen to begin the delicate and uncomfortable task of weeding through a painful period in the life of a fellow 'agent' and friend.
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They decided to start with the seventeen police reports, dividing them between ones Deeks filed and the ones his friends had filed.
After about an hour of scanning the reports, Sam sat back with a heavy sigh, picking up a note pad he had been jotting down notes, "She was one busy woman if she really did all the stuff lodged against her in these complaints...destruction of property, stalking, verbal and physical threats...pets disappearing..." adding sarcastically as he tossed the note pad on his desk, "how did she have time for med school?"
Callen looked thoughtful as he too sat back in his chair, "Ya' know, people don't just 'get' this way overnight..."
"You think there might be some history of this before Deeks," Sam asked.
"Can't hurt to have Eric dig a little deeper in Gray's past..." Callen replied, reaching for his phone to put in his request with the tech.
"That may take a while, especially if anything is a juvenile record, but I'll see what I can dig up on her from her time before college," Eric said.
"Whatever you can find, Eric...thanks," Callen said before hanging up the phone.
Callen walked over to Sam's desk and picked up the notepad, "we should probably track down all these people in the reports, get their take on Gray and warn them that she's out; she doesn't strike me as a forgive and forget type of person."
"Well, we can mark Taylor Martin off that list...he died of injuries sustained in a car accident LAPD noted as highly suspicious...but could never prove anything solid." Sam said.
"He might have family that can fill in the details..." Callen countered.
Sam nodded, picking up and flipping through his notes, "besides Deeks and Martins' family there are four other people who filed reports against Gray."
"We also need to talk to her psychiatrist, a Doctor Samuel Shreeves, find out how she even got discharged from the facility..." Callen said with a frustrated sigh. "We've got a lot a ground to cover and not a lot of time...if Gray has been out for any length of time..."
Callen didn't finish the sentence, they both knew from the phone call that Sylvia Gray had already taken up where she left off twelve years ago.
"...it means Deeks is already in her cross hairs," Sam said.
Both men headed to Ops to speak with Eric and Hetty...
"Eric we need current addresses on all these people that filed complaints against Gray," Callen stated.
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