Tsunami
Disclaimer: NCISLA characters belong to Shane Brennan. All original characters and this story are mine.
Chapter 16
Downtown Los Angeles
Marty Deeks stood at his bathroom mirror and glared at the image that stared back at him. Sometimes, if he was lucky, he saw his mother's kind eyes staring back at him and her gorgeous smile. But at times like this when he was troubled, all he saw was the monster he had for a father, John Brandel. He shuddered. No wonder Max Gentry was his least favourite alias, it reminded him too much of his father. Max helped him delve into that pain and for therapy he use it to do good. Once again, he now tapped into that same pain for Jason Hill, to do what he had no choice to do next. To take his beautiful Fern into the lion's den.
A knock on the door to his apartment brought him out of his thoughts, his visage was dark and moody. He walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole. Sam and Kensi stood on the other side of the door. He unlocked the door and opened it, leaving for Sam to close it behind him. Deeks looked out at the familiar downtown Los Angeles skyline. The sun was hovering just above the horizon, the perfect blaze of orange burst into the sky. He wished he could be at the beach at that moment with Monty and Kensi at his side, his board waxed and ready or him to catch the perfect wave.
"Deeks, are you okay?" Kensi worried over how quiet he was. She understood why she had to go, but she also knew how hard this was going to be for her partner.
He turned and looked at her, so beautiful and perfect. She was his soul mate, and now he realised why they shouldn't have crossed that line of just being partners. He couldn't do it.
Kensi saw how troubled he was, she took his hand in hers and gently squeezed it. "I'll have Sam around, just in case."
Deeks merely nodded, but the turbulence in his eyes did not fade.
"I'll watch her closely, Deeks. just like you protected Michelle, I'll do the same for Kensi."
Deeks focused on Sam and furrowed his brow. "You will die for her?"
"Yes, for any of the team. You went through hell to protect my wife, I owe you."
The reassuring words provided him some comfort. "Thanks."
"Have you got Harrison's address?"
"Yeah, it's on my cell." Deeks walked over to where it laid on the bar and handed it to Sam. "Somewhere in Beverly Hills."
"That's the address?"
"That's the name of his property. So pretentious, but that's just the tip of the iceberg of Scott Harrison. Remember Lazik?"
"Yeah, how can we forget him?" Sam studied the detective, worry etched in his brow over his colleague.
"Lazik is like the middle school bully. Harrison is the bully in High School. Be careful."
Sam and Kensi nodded, they understood the risks and Bradford had volunteered to stay with Sam to ensure that Kensi remained safe.
"We will. You make sure you stay safe in Cuba. And Deeks, don't trust anyone."
"I won't."
Dovecote, Beverly Hills
"What have you got for me, Miss Jones?"
"Hetty, we've managed to dig deep into the past thirty-eight years of Scott Harrison's life. Then he doesn't exist. With Baxter's confirmation of his true identity and the timing of Scott Harrison becoming into existence, we have what we need to take him down on fraud and espionage. He's a spy in our own backyard. And with that bug you planted on that secretary, Lois? We have proof that he is the man behind what happened in Pendleton and Prague. All we need now is to catch him in the act. Get him to confess."
"I have just the plan, Miss Jones. Thank you to yourself and Mr Beale, for all of your hard work on this one." Hetty disconnected the call and looked over at Baxter Worthington. The questioned laid with him, was Baxter up to it?Hetty approached him, he'd left Callen to rest and he was sitting out by her rose garden. "Baxter, may I have your thoughts on something?"
Baxter smiled over to her, for a woman of small stature, she carried a large presence.
"Yes, of course you may, Hetty." He watched her join him on the bench seat under the shade of a wisteria, that arched over a wooden pergola. The perfume from the roses nearby were soothing to any troubled soul.
"How are you feeling now, after you've had your talk with George?" She silently observed him, his muscles tightened swiftly under his shirt, then relaxed again. It had been tough, but both he and his son needed the talk.
"Not sure. It will take time to deal with everything, but I have hope that we'll get there."
"That is to be expected after all that's happened. But you saw it through to make sure that both your children and their families will be safe."
"Yes I did. But I couldn't save Clara and I lost my children for almost forty years." He shook his head, grief washed over him again. "I can never get those years back, Hetty. And again my son has been placed in danger because of me. I can't keep allowing my past to haunt my children."
"Then lets make a plan to resolve Filip Maksimov for good then."
Baxter looked up, "you've got a plan?"
Hetty gave him a small smile. "I do, but it depends on whether you're up to it."
"Anything for my children, Hetty. Anything."
"That's what I hoped." She slid closer to him and rested her hand on his arm.
"But it will involve you coming face to face with Filip. Are you up to that?"
Baxter took in a deep breath and slowly released it. "Yes, I am."
"Good." She patted his arm and rose to her feet.
"I'll have Franklin bring you when the time is ready. All the others will be operational."
Baxter nodded, he watched her walk inside her large house and flashbacks of a long time ago moved across his synapses like an old black and white movie.
Downtown Los Angeles
Sam's cell vibrated, he noted Hetty's id and picked it up, "Hetty."
"Mr Hanna. Where are you at the moment?"
"At Jason Hill's apartment with Deeks and Kensi."
"Good. I need you to relay the next details through to them."
Sam Hanna listened and nodded, his eyes widened then his brow furrowed. "You sure?"
"It's the safest way to go, Mr Hanna."
"Okay, I'll tell them the plan."
"What's going on?" Kensi's mind was racing over many options of what Hetty had told Sam.
"Hetty has a plan. This is what's going to go down."
Somewhere in Beverly Hills
Scott Harrison's property in Beverly Hills was like what one would expect. Larger than anyone needed and extravagant. Manicured lawn and bordered gardens, lush with tropical plantings, their scents greeting guests as they drove up the long winding driveway. The house towered over the driveway, like a gargoyle perched high on an ancient building to scare intruders away.
"Jason, welcome." Scott Harrison eyed Kensi as Deeks yanked her out of the Mercedes. She was more beautiful than Lance had told him.
"You must be Susan Sommerwill. Or should I call you by your real name, Kensi Blye."
Kensi's eyes fired anger back in Scott Harrison's face. Her DOD Major had burned her with Scott Harrison. She wrestled the cuffs snapped tight around her wrists, to fight for freedom.
"Whoa, filly. Calm down," Deeks remained rough with her. He looked over to Harrison, "what do you mean by her real name?"
"Lance didn't tell you? We had someone on our side, a double agent who was partnered up with this beauty. She's a Federal Agent, for NCIS."
Deeks looked at Kensi with shock. "Are you serious? Her?" He looked at her with distain, "no way." He continued the charade to keep his cover intact. It was imperative to do so for the operation, now that he was the only one whose real identity hadn't been burned.
Kensi continued to wrestle with Deeks, but she was pushed up against the Mercedes, his body pressing hard against her. "Is this true? That you're a Fed?"
"You'll go down for this," she spat in Deeks' face. She had to make it look real that she despised him. "Both of you."
Deeks grabbed her jaw tightly with his hand. "You'll regret that comment." He was millimetres from her face, his own visage had reddened with anger. He bit her lower lip and slapped her across the face. A bruise began to form on her jaw from where his fingers dug deep into her flesh.
Kensi knew what she had to do, she took in a sharp breath and kneed him in his privates.
Deeks rolled back in pain, "you bitch."
She used that opportunity to run, but Scott Harrison grabbed her. He pulled her by the hair, "where do you think you're going?" Scott Harrison grazed her cheek with his rough two day grow of whiskers. "You're mine now. Time for your punishment."
He nodded over to a guard, "help Jason with an icepack. He's got a flight to take."
Kensi screamed out, sirens blared as LAPD and NCIS vehicles entered the property.
"NCIS, put your hands up, Harrison, you're under arrest."
An LAPD officer grabbed Deeks and placed him in handcuffs.
"Get off me, she assaulted me, you jerk." Deeks fought the battle with the officer, it took two of them to contain him. He was in pain and the sudden tug from behind to stand him up send more pain through his groin and back.
Sam handcuffed Harrison, while his guards and employees were all taken into custody. It was a risk Hetty knew, to take Harrison in right then, but they couldn't afford to leave Kensi alone with Harrison, especially now they knew that DOD's Major Steve Hudson had burned her to him.
"I haven't done anything," Harrison complained.
"Tell that to the judge." Sam quipped, shoving his head into the vehicle and buckling him in.
He walked over to Kensi and released her hands from the cuffs that Deeks had placed on her earlier. "You okay, Kens?" He studied the bruise and graze on her face with concern.
"I'll live."
"You two don't know where to draw the line in your undercover ops do you? Did you really have to knee him in the nuts?"
"I had to make it look real, Harrison knew who I really was, we couldn't risk Deeks being made."
Sam shook his head as they walked back to the challenger and drove back to Ops.
LAPD, Downtown Los Angeles
The LAPD officer threw Deeks and Harrison into the same cell, neither were pleased about it.
"Come on, let me out of here, I'm a lawyer and I want to sue that Fed for assaulting me."
"Shut up, Hill." The LAPD officer ordered, annoyed with the complaining.
"No, I won't shut up. I know my rights and I have a right to a call."
"Who you going to call? Yourself?" The LAPD officer chuckled at his own joke.
Deeks grew angry, he rattled the cell door hard. "Let me out, or I swear I will sue this whole department."
"Shut up, will you? You're giving me a headache." Harrison was moody, he was peeved at whoever had turned him in.
Night had fallen, more and more will fill the cells around them, and probably in their cell too, Deeks knew this, they had to act fast. He lifted Harrison up off the bench and shoved him against the wall. "This is all your fault. You've gotten me into this mess, you're going to pay." Deeks shoved his arm underneath Harrison's neck to make breathing almost impossible.
Harrison fought for his life, he couldn't breathe, he needed to wind Hill. He elbowed Hill into his ribs hard and fast, achieving his goal. He got free and coughed, gasping for air.
Deeks moved fast in retaliation, Harrison was responding perfectly. He moved behind him and held his head in a lock until he blacked out.
"Good to go," he called out.
Franklin Worthington appeared from the shadows with his father and unlocked the cell. Deeks stepped out, Baxter moved in and sat down on the bench, waiting for Harrison to return to consciousness.
Ten minutes later, Scott Harrison began to come to. His vision blurred, he rubbed his eyes, who he saw shocked him.
"No, it cannot be, Nikita?"
"Filip. We thought you were dead. That Boris killed you. We killed him as revenge for what he did to you."
"No, you're not real." Harrison touched him and flinched back. "This is a trick. Where's Hill?"
"Who?"
"The young lawyer who was arrested with me."
"It's just you and me, Filip. It's time I got my revenge on you, you bastard. Working with Boris' son, Sacha, to kill my son."
"Sacha was stupid. His vision was clouded for the cause. He died for his stupidity." Harrison continued to cough, he still hadn't recovered from the damage Deeks had done to him earlier.
"Your son is strong and his team are good. He'll keep, my people will kill him when he thinks it's safe."
Baxter shoved at him again, his head made a cracking sound against the cinder blocks.
"Or should I say sons. Did you think I wouldn't recognise your own flesh and blood, Nik? Boris was right about you, you were a spy. An American sent in to infiltrate us. But we all will fight back and have our revenge. Mother Russia will rise and bring all of Europe and the rest of the world down onto their knees. Begging for mercy, when there will be no mercy."
"What do you mean sons, I only have one son."
"Who George? Do you think word didn't reach me about Franklin also?" He laughed.
"It was fun pretending I had no idea who he was, making him do things that would test his conscience."
"You're a sick bastard." Baxter shoved him back, Harrison's head banged against the cinderblock behind him a second time. He cried out in pain, Baxter took that opportunity to punch him in the jaw, his head bouncing off the wall.
Deeks and Franklin ran in to pull the men apart.
"Dad, it's okay. We've got him. He's going down for a really long time. George and I are safe."
Deeks lifted Harrison's face up to see if the man was still conscious. "Come on, Harrison, you're coming with me."
"Hill?"
"Nope. The names, Deeks. Detective Marty Deeks with the LAPD."
"But I checked you out, you worked with Ortega and Lazik."
"Ortega yes, Lazik, no. He was smarter than you, he worked out who I was before you even had a clue. Time for some fun." Deeks grinned like a cheshire cat and led him out to Sam and Kensi. They waited to take him to the boat shed for further questioning. They had his confession, and with Baxter's testimony, proof that he was really a Russian KGB Major, trying to bring down the United States of America.