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Retribution	By : ambrosiarush Category: M through R > NCIS: Los Angeles Views: 13277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS:LA or any of it's characters. I do NOT make any money from writing this story.

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AN: This is actually the fifth in a series of stories. The first four can be found on my fanfiction account, link is in my profile. Reading order is Shenanigans!, Blood and Bone (*the one shot In Bed is from this story), The Bosnia Incident, Exhale(*The two part La Perla is from this story), and then Retribution. Eventually the story gets a little heated and so the full version will be posted here, the ‘clean’ version on ff.net.

I’ll be updating the warning codes as the story goes on!

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The alarm woke Martin Deeks and he jumped out of bed with excitement comparable to a small child on Christmas morning. He’d read the surf reports the night before and one of his favourite beaches was set to have some fantastic swells. He quickly got into his wetsuit that he had set out the night before. His dog, Monty, looked up at him and gave a doggy sigh before rolling over in his white and black paw print designed bed and returning to chasing cats in his sleep. Deeks quickly walked out of his room, nearly tripping on the dogs leash, he picked it up and hung it back on it’s peg. Since his coffee maker was on a timer there was already a pot brewed to perfection in the kitchen. He filled a travel mug to the top and added in a little soy milk and two teaspoons of sugar.

The traffic on his way to the beach was light. The surf had been everything the reports had said it would be. The sun was shining and the temperature was just right. He made good time on the return drive obviously having done something to appease the traffic gods.

His answering machine was blinking as he came in so he pressed play. “Marty-boy! You sonovabitch! Found your number in my old cell phone. I’ve been making my way through the great state of California and I’m in L.A. We should get together for old times sake, anyway I’m not sure if you’re undercover or what so give me a call if you want to hang out, It’s Evan by the way.” The recording of Evan’s voice prattled off his phone number. “See you soon Marty!”

Deeks laughed, it had been a long time since he’d heard from Evan, the man was constantly moving around. It was strange to hear from him after to long but at the same time he knew that when they seen each other it would be as if the time lapse had never happened. He saved the message for later and got moving again not wanting to be late for work.

He showered off the salt water and managed to squeeze out the very last of his shampoo, surprised that there was just enough. Lathered, rinsed and clean, the scent of his chosen cologne clinging to his skin. He dressed in a pair of worn to perfect fit blue Levi’s, pulled on a brown long sleeved shirt. “Keys,” he muttered to himself as he grabbed his wallet and found his keys by his now empty travel mug. He quickly refilled and doctored it. “Be good Monty!” He called as he left and locked up the house.

He constantly switched up his routine, and despite the fact that the route he’d chosen for the morning was a little longer than others he made good time. He parked in the garage that was a five minute walk from the office, and after a quick look at his watch he realized he still would be a good ten minutes early- this from the man who was always ‘just on time,’ and usually on the receiving end of one of Hetty’s warning looks.

The garage was bustling when he came up the stairs. The garage wasn’t just the underground lot where agents, analysts, and technicians parked their cars, nor was it just the storage for the amazing luxury cars that were reserved for high end covers, the garage was also a place to get your car fixed. Deeks thought it was pretty clever of NCIS to have their own mechanics. After all, how many times could you explain to a mechanic why your car’s suspension had blown. Again. Or why there were bullets from a semi automatic that riddled your back end and destroyed your rear windshield? As he walked past he gave a wave, he didn’t really know the mechanic’s well, and only knew Sierra since she and Kensi were friends.

“Morning Deeks,” Sierra said twirling a wrench around her fingers.

“Morning,” he replied. “Have you seen Kensi yet this morning?”

Sierra shook her head and a strand of her long blonde hair escaped the confines of her hair elastic. “Nope, but she might have gone straight out the back of the stairwell, it shaves a minute off the walk.” She gave a casual shrug of her shoulders, and Deeks briefly caught sight of the ligature marks on her wrists. Kensi had once told him that Sierra had been an agent, a really good one, but one day the bad guys got the better of her and her partner. Sierra had been given a choice, give up the information (information that could have ended hundreds of lives) or they would shoot her partner. The woman’s blue eyes still looked haunted by her choice, the choice to do her duty and keep the civilians safe. Deeks prayed he’d never have to make a choice like that because the only thing harder than making it, he figured, would be living with it.

He watched for a second as she went back to work on a Toyota Prius and wondered what kind of yuppy cover that had been used for. He left the garage and breathed in the fresh air. The walk wasn’t far and the weather was just right. He stared up at the sky for a second, not a single cloud.

With a smile upon his face he walked into the Office of Special Projects. Newly engaged couple Special Agent-In-Charge G Callen was standing to the side of the hallway with his fiancé Intelligence Analyst Nell Jones. Both had smiles upon their faces and he wondered what they were discussing, but judging from the bridal magazine in Nell’s hand, he had a pretty good idea.

Nell saw him first and gave a little wave. “Good morning, Marty! Did you have a good weekend?”

“Of course,” Deeks replied and the three of them walked to the bull pen together. “How was your weekend Sam?” He asked when he seen the ex-navy SEAL at his usual desk.

Senior Agent Sam Hanna, who had recently remarried to his first wife Michelle, was smiling. They had been married Friday, took the weekend together and they both returned to their jobs right after. “Great, but now it’s Monday morning, and stuck with you.” Sam pointed to the stack of paperwork on Deeks’s desk. “Get at it!”

Deeks laughed. “I still got three minutes,” he replied with a grin.

He looked over at his very beautiful partner Special Agent Kensi Blye. She looked rather tired when her dark eyes looked over at him, she shook her head a little smile forming on her face. “How was the surf?”

“Amazing,” Deeks replied. Out of the corner of his eye he seen Nell get on her tiptoes, kiss Callen on the cheek and then she left his vision. He decided it was best not to say anything about it. He got along well with Callen, and frankly the man scared him a little. He turned his full attention back to his partner as he walked over to his desk. “You should have come!” He’d been teaching her to surf for a while and on calm days she held her own on the ocean.

“Yeah, extra sleep before Monday paper catch up, or getting up extra early to surf?” Kensi mimed scales with her hands, sleep winning.

“The swells were fantastic, the temperature was just perfect, the sun was out, not a cloud in the sky. Today is going to be aweso-“

“HEY!” Callen interrupted sharply. “Shut it!” Callen was sitting at his desk a stern look upon his face, a finger pointed at Deeks. “Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.” Callen shook his head and Deeks couldn’t help but snicker at the serious expression on the Senior Agent-In-Charge’s face. “What have I told you? Huh? Don’t tempt fate.”

Sam was smiling but keeping his head down continuing his paperwork. Kensi on the other hand had abandoned her paperwork and was watching the interaction between Callen and her partner with interest.

“It’s going to be a good day!” Deeks said with a big smile ignoring Callen’s superstitious nature.

Callen groaned dramatically and put his head in his hands, at the angle Deeks was sitting at he could see the scar than now ran along the side of the older man’s head from a recent car accident. His condition had been touch and go for a while and hard on the entire team. “Deeks,” Callen said as if fighting to stay calm. He looked up dropping his hands and picking up the first file in his very large stack of paperwork. “You’ll regret that.”

“Should I knock on wood?” Deeks asked and Kensi snickered. “Throw some salt over my shoulder?” Sam shook his head, amusement written upon his face. “Turn around three times counter-clockwise?”

Callen threw a pen at him and he quickly ducked. “You’re on the clock, do your paperwork before...” Callen took a look around first and then his blue eyes landed back on Deeks. “Before Hetty comes around to see what we’re doing.” After saying her name Callen looked around again.

“Superstitious?”

“It’s Hetty,” Callen said as if it explained everything and then with a little grin shot Deeks’s way, he knocked on wood.

Ten minutes passed with groans of frustration, the quick scribbling of pens to paper, knuckle cracking, pen tapping and whispered reading. Deeks leaned into his desk and looked up to the balcony. “Come on Eric, whistle, we won’t get mad,” he said jokingly.

Kensi snickered and got up for to refill her coffee mug. “Yeah, when we want a quiet day we get three days of solid case work, we want to go out into the field we get hours upon hours of backlogged paperwork.” She walked past her partners desk and picked up his travel mug, since it was empty she took it with her to the back counter. Someone had made a pot of coffee before she had come in, if she had to guess, she’d say Callen. There was also a pot of tea, again guessing, Nell.

She refilled both her mug and Deeks’s travel mug she put a couple sugars in hers, a few in his and got both the skimmed low-fat milk for herself and soy milk for Deeks. She use to just put low-fat milk in his assuming he wouldn’t notice. He did. Every time. She put his coffee down and he smiled up at her. “Thanks Kens,” he said.

“No problem,” she replied walking back to her desk, she boot cut jeans- black denim, on her feet were a pair of grey running shoes that looked new, she wore a blue v-neck pullover but he could see the white lace of a camisole underneath. She sat back down across from him and he smiled at her before taking his first sip of coffee. Two sugars and soy milk, just the way he liked it.

More scribbling, more typing, more groans, sighs and pen tapping. An hour passed and Deeks looked over at his pile of paperwork and sighed. “Getting to you?” Kensi asked with a teasing smile upon her face.

“Na,” Deeks replied leaning back in his chair. “I bet I can get it all done by lunchtime.”

At the word ‘bet’ both Callen and Sam sat up a little straighter in their chairs, both were known to take any kind of low stakes bet for fun. Callen smiled and leaned back in his chair studying the pile. “Really?”

“I’m not so sure Deeks,” Sam got in on it, he too leaning back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Please,” Deeks said gesturing to the pile. “Lunch time, and since nothing will be going on, maybe I’ll take a cruise down to the beaches. Spend some time tanning while you guys are in here,” he then gestured to their piles, Callen’s by far the largest of all four of them since he was the Agent-In-Charge and he was backlogged from his injury leave. “Stuck doing all your paperwork.”

“Ten bucks says you can’t finish it by lunch time,” Sam said.

“Make it fifty,” Deeks said confidently. “I want a steak dinner tonight.”

Sam shook his head, but he was obviously amused. “Alright, I’m in,” he looked over at his partner. “You in, G?”

“Fifty bucks in my pocket? Yeah, I’m in,” Callen said with a grin. “Kens?”

“Na, I’ll let you degenerates have your fun,” she replied, a smile on her face.

Deeks quickly opened his next file and filled out the forms with vigour wanting to win the bet. A fifty from each Sam and Callen sounded a lot better than dishing out fifty to each of them. He knew he was making good time, but didn’t allow it to slow him down any. He shut a file moved it to the side and grabbed another.

“You should all learn from Mr Deeks’s prime example,” Hetty’s voice came to him and he jumped a little in his seat. He’d been so deep in paperwork he hadn’t heard her walk in... then again, he rarely heard her walk anywhere... she was like a ninja. She smiled and winked his way before moving to Callen’s desk. “Particularly you,” she said pointing a finger and glaring at him over her glasses causing Sam, Kensi and Deeks to have to bite their tongues to keep from snickering.

“I was injured,” Callen defended himself. “I got hit in the head,” he pointed to the long scar and felt bad for it the second he did, the little spark leaving Hetty’s eyes. “I’ll get it done,” he promised her quickly.

“See to it that you do Mr Callen,” she replied as she left the bullpen.

Deeks was once again distracted from his task of winning money from the senior agents when his phone rang. He kept writing but pulled his phone from his jeans and checked the ID, Bates. He answered but kept his eyes on the prize his messy scrawl continuing to fill out reports. “This is Deeks.”

“Where are you?”

“At work,” Deeks responded. “You need me to liaise?”

“No, no... are you sitting down?”

“Uh, yeah...” Deeks responded getting a little curious as to where the line of questioning was going. “If you ask what I’m wearing next, I’m hanging up,” he said to his LAPD lieutenant before he could stop himself, he winced preemptively expecting an earful.

A sigh on the other end of the line. “Deeks... we were searching a man’s belongings and we went through his cell phone. Your home number was the last one dialled.”

Deeks thought about the message on his answering machine. “Evan... why are you searching his belongings?” Deeks asked curiously as he quickly scrawled in another answer. Evan had gotten in trouble with the law a few times but that had been basic high school stuff, some vandalism, a couple of protests, and once for trespassing on what was claimed to be a ‘haunted house.’

“Marty... I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Deeks’s heart started to beat a little faster as if it caught up to the realization before his head. His pen faltered and fell from his grip. “Bates?”

“There was an accident,” Bates continued and white noise seemed to fill Deeks ears as he pushed away from the desk as if it would manage to give him breathing room.

Callen was out of his seat in an instant, reading body language, the tones in the detective’s voice knowing something was wrong. He tapped on Deeks’s desk catching the younger man’s attention and Callen could see the shock in the detective’s blue eyes. With a worried expression upon his face, Callen turned to Kensi who was already by his side. They shared a glance then returned their attention to Deeks. Sam was over to the detective’s left side, all of the agents tensely reading him.

“He was riding a motorcycle, some kid was texting went into his lane, hit him... there was a transport truck to his other side... DOA. I’m sorry, kid.”

Deeks stood and hung up his phone. The device slipped from his fingertips and hit the floor but he didn’t hear it, couldn’t, over the rush of white noise in his head. He ran his hands through his hair. There must have been some sort of mistake. He’d just heard from Evan. They were going to catch up. Years worth of memories were at the played over in his mind.

Kensi’s hand pressed against his chest stopping him, and it wasn’t till that moment did he even realize he had been pacing. “Deeks,” her voice broke the white noise. “What happened? You should sit. You’re white as a sheet!” She looked panicked, worried, her eyes flicking over to Sam and Callen as if to plea for them to make her partner better.

“I...” Deeks looked at his desk where Sam was studying him with worry, Callen’s eyes intense body tightened up as if prepared for some kind of confrontation. “I have to call...” he shook his head and ran his hands through his hair again, his mind still trying to wrap around such a loss.

“Deeks?” Just his name was enough of a question from the Senior Agent-In-Charge. He looked over at Callen who’s blue eyes were studying him intensely. “Sit down,” an order. Sam pushed the chair into the back of Deek’s knees lightly but it was all it took to take him down. “That was Bates,” Callen said picking up Deeks phone having heard enough of Deeks’s side of the conversation to know that much. “Do I need to call him?” Deeks shook his head. “Are you okay?”

Deeks looked up to Callen and took a minute to nod. “Yeah... I’m....” he looked down at himself wiggled his fingers thought they felt a little numb. “Still all here.”

“You have ten seconds to tell me what the heck is going on, or I will call Bates.” All the colour had simply drained from the detective’s face and it worried Callen, what the heck had been said that could have such an effect on Deeks? As much as Callen and Sam joked and dug at Deeks for being ‘sensitive’ they knew the man was a solid rock. Callen tightened his grip on Deeks’s phone, he’d go through with it if he had to, but he’d rather give Deeks the chance to let them in.

“A-accident,” Deeks cleared his throat. “There was an... accident,” the word took on an angry edge. Callen took a slight step in front of Kensi, more instinctive than anything, an ingrained habit. Callen didn’t think Deeks would ever, could ever cause harm to Kensi.

Deeks stood again agitated, this couldn’t be happening, he’d just go down to the precinct, they’d made some sort of mistake. Kensi’s arm was on his and he stopped moving. “I’m sorry,” she said despite not knowing who had been in the accident, she could tell from the way her partner was taking it that it was bad. Deeks could hear the honesty in her voice, the sorrow for whoever it was that he’d lost. “I’m so sorry, Marty.” Her arms wrapped around him tightly and after a second his arms wrapped around her, his head bending down to rest on her shoulder.

She could feel his entire body was tense, his mind still trying to deny, and also fighting to somehow come to terms. “Who?” she whispered.

“Evan,” he managed to get it past his lips. “Evan’s dead,” saying it out loud somehow made it more real. His arms tightened around her. “He’s dead.”

The tension left Callen’s body, he’d been a little worried perhaps it had something to do with the job since it was Bates, but this he hadn’t expected. A weariness replaced the tension and he looked over at Sam who’s eyes were showing concern as he watched the younger duo hold onto one another. Callen turned on his heel and walked only a few steps before Sam grabbed his arm. “Where are you going?” he whispered.

“To inform Hetty,” Callen replied. “We aren’t doing anyt-“ He pulled from Sam’s grasp when he seen Eric on the balcony. “Don’t,” he called up looking up at the tech, Callen turned away from the puzzled looking Eric and looked at his partner. “Sam, go fill in Eric and Nell.”

Sam nodded, took one last look at Kensi and Deeks before he left the bullpen heading for the stairs, Eric meeting him. “What’s going on?” Eric asked nervously as they walked into the ops centre.

Nell looked up from her terminal. She raised an eyebrow a teasing smile upon her lips. “Your whistle needs work if you only managed to herd one in.”

“Deeks got a phone call,” Sam cut to the chase. “Looks like someone he was close with was killed in some kind of accident this morning.”

“Oh my God,” Nell whispered her hand going over her heart.

Eric shook his head and sat down heavily. “Name?”

“Evan,” Sam replied. “Didn’t get a last name.”

Eric turned and quickly found all reports of deaths, and crossed it against names. “Only one Evan died this morning in LA, motorcycle accident on the highway,” Eric said. “Christ,” he whispered. “Texting was involved, the middle-aged driver went into the motorcyclists lane pushing him over into a transport truck.”

Nell closed her eyes and Sam let out a quiet curse. “Is there another team that can take our case?” Sam asked.

“I’ll have to talk to Hetty,” Nell said standing, taking initiative. “We just get the case, we don’t decide which ones.” She walked past Sam and out of ops.

As she made her way down the stairs she could see Kensi and Deeks wrapped up in one another. Kensi’s eyes met hers, and in them was a fear, not knowing what she could do to make it better for her partner. Nell shot her a sympathetic look and hurried into Hetty’s office where Callen was standing. As if sensing her approaching he turned, he held out an arm and she walked right into his body the arm curling around her.

“This will be quite the blow to him,” Hetty said Nell a step behind in the conversation between her and Callen. “Of course he can take the time off. I’ll have your case load shifted, he’s going to need his family.” Hetty gave the couple a knowing look and then her gaze went past them to where Deeks was holding onto his partner as if she were flotation device and he was a drowning man. “Get him through this.”

“We will,” Callen promised turning to look over Nell’s head at Kensi and Deeks. Losing someone was never easy. They’d keep close, bring him through it, it’s what family does.
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