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Deeks awoke in the darkness, a quick look at the clock told him that it was only a little after five in the morning, but he was energized, ready to start his day. Still, despite all the access energy he had, he was curled up around a still very naked Kensi and therefore had no motivation to be moving. His arm was under her neck, her head on the pillow, him so close he was practically sleeping on her hair. His other arm was curved around her waist and her arm was over top as if to keep him there. His legs were tucked in behind hers, she moved just slightly in her sleep, yawned, moved a bit more snuggling into her pillow and reaching out blindly for the blankets they’d kicked off in the night. Unable to reach them she shivered and slowly sat up as if she didn’t want to risk waking him.

He reached down and pulled the blankets up over both of their naked bodies. “Cold?” he whispered.

“A little,” Kensi said pulling the blankets in around her body.

He kissed a trail down the column of her neck. “I can think of a way to warm up,” he suggested lewdly.

She smiled. “Oh really?”

“Oh yeah,” his mouth moved to her neck quickly leaving a hot trail of kisses, down over her collarbone, down between her breasts, over the swell of her left breast before his tongue started to tease and torment her nipple, his hand going over her other breast, his fingers pinching, teasing it into a point.

She moaned, her fingers gripping in his hair. He made quick work of heating her up. His lips found hers and she pressed into the kiss, she nipped his bottom lip, whined and kissed again to soothe. No other man had ever pleased her, satisfied her, loved her the way he could. The way he did.

His fingers trailed lower, dipped into her belly button, tickled as he ran along her hip bone. She panted as a finger slid through her slick folds. “Marty,” she whispered as the digit entered her. She felt his erection press against her leg. “I’d much prefer that being another bit of anatomy,” she teased.

He was in it to please. He removed his finger and quickly lined up with her entrance. He plunged inside of her in a quick hard thrust that had them both moaning. “You feel so good, Kens,” he groaned.

She flipped them with speed and strength he knew she had but hadn’t been aware she’d use in the bedroom. The girl always got what she wanted though. She rode him and he was in awe of her body above him, her breasts, her arms, her cascading hair, her dark eyes that were lit up with pleasure. It wasn’t slow as it had been the night before, it was quick. His hands gripping her hips helping her with the movements, and on her every downward movement, he was thrusting upward to meet her.

It was hard, quick and filled with desire. “Kensi,” he said from between clenched teeth as he went over first.

The look on his face made her fall over close behind, her body tightening around his, she screamed his name loudly as she came. She moved a few more times, up and down his still hard length riding out the orgasm. She panted. “Five in the morning has... never been soooo good.”

He smiled and she leaned down to kiss him.

::

Callen turned onto his side sleepily, his arm reaching out and when it failed to encounter Nell’s body his eyes flew open, he sat up quickly in the bed and looked around the room. The early morning light was coming in through the window giving him enough light to see she wasn’t there.

He impatiently kicked aside the blankets and got out of bed in a pair of blue boxers. He rubbed his eyes and yawned as he went about searching the house for Nell. She wasn’t difficult to find, she was sitting on the couch in the living room, her feet propped up on a stack of their blue and yellow pillows. She was writing notes and flipping through magazines.

“Well,” he said making her jump. “This is a role reversal. Me in bed, you out here doing... what are you doing?” He asked as he came to sit on the side of the couch by her hip.

“Planning our wedding,” Nell responded. “With everything that’s been going on I’m falling behind.” She pouted just slightly, her pink pajamas were rumpled and her hair was sticking up at all angles.

Callen smiled and leaned in to give her a soft kiss. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he pulled away.

She smiled. “I’ve taken a look in the mirror this morning, Mr Callen. I’ve seen my hair.”

He shook his head and kissed her again. “Beautiful,” he insisted. “I’m going to go finish putting the toaster back together.”

“Wait, what about flower arrangements?”

Callen tipped is head back and sighed, he should have just stayed in bed.

::

“How is she?” Michelle asked, her fluffy white house coat wrapped tightly around her body.

“Fever’s gone down,” Sam replied sleepily. He’d been up half the night with a sick Zoe. He rung out a face cloth of cool water. “She finally fell to sleep a few minutes ago.”

Michelle followed Sam to Zoe’s room. She to place a kiss on her daughter’s forehead, the heat of the fever touched her lips. “Poor thing,” she whispered softly.

Sam folded the cloth over a few times and put it on her head, Zoe’s lips pursed in her sleep but other than holding her teddy bear a little closer, she didn’t react much.

“Go, get some sleep, Sam,” Michelle insisted. “I’ll stay up with her.”

Sam rubbed his eyes, two hours before he had to get up for work. He nodded and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Thanks.”

“What time did she take the Gravol?”

“The last one was an hour ago, the other one she didn’t keep down,” Sam responded as he leaned against the bedframe, watching his wife fuss over their little girl.

“Go to bed, Sam,” Michelle said softly.

“Wake me if you need me,” Sam insisted as he started to walk back down the hallway determined to get a few winks before work.

::

Bethany was impulsive. Eric kind of liked it about her, but when she woke him up at five thirty he rolled over a little cranky. “What?” he muttered burying his head in his pillow.

“Get up, get up,” she insisted shaking him with an obscene amount of excited morning energy. “Come on Eric!”

“Why?” he whined.

“It’s a surprise!” she exclaimed and then the bed dipped a few times as she jumped up and down and then flopped down beside him. “Trust me.” She kissed his cheek and then was running to the door. “Meet me outside! Wear shorts!”

He took ten minutes to shuffle around and get ready, he slid his feet into his flip flops and came outside. Bethany quickly locked up the door behind them. “Come on!” she grabbed his hand.

“Where are we going!” Eric continued to complain as he followed her down the exterior steps. She lived near the beach, and he could hear the roar of the waves even at their distance.

“Trust me, Eric,” she insisted with a beaming smile, her long blonde hair in a thick braid. She lead them across the road, there seemed to be a festival opening up. Little tents were being put up, merchandise being put on display, people started playing instruments in the sand. “You’re going to work, you’ll miss it.”

He looked around at various artistic displays and paused at one. “You got into the festival.”

She smiled and nodded. “Yeah.”

He pulled her in close and kissed her temple. “That’s incredible!”

“Thanks,” she said proudly leaning against him.

::

“I think my neighbours might have heard you,” Deeks said with a deep chuckle.

Kensi lifted her head from his chest still breathing hard. Instead of an answer she just sighed and laid back down on him once more.

“Warm now?” he asked.

She nodded, her hair tickling his chest. She inhaled his scent deeply. The mystery cologne that always befuddled her mind, god she loved the intoxicating scent. “What is it?” she wondered out loud.

“What’s what?” Deeks asked.

“Your cologne,” she responded lifting her head so she could stare into his blue eyes. “It’s been driving me nuts for months, what is it?”

Deeks smiled, sat up a bit so he could close the distance between their lips. He kissed her softly, once, then twice. “Calvin Klein,” he responded with a smirk. “Obsession.”

She licked her lips. Indeed it was.

::

“How do you feel about Dahlias?”

Callen groaned and it practically echoed in the empty gym. “It’s flowers, Nell,” he said before taking a stand behind her, his arms over hers, his hands over her fists. He bent her arm back. “Can we pay attention to the task at hand.”

“I can multi-task. I can learn to throw a good punch and talk flowers for our wedding,” she replied as she paid close attention to how he pulled her arm back, moved away from her and adjusted her stance to give her the best balance and momentum for the swing. “Dahlia’s G,” she prompted as she threw her first punch into the heavy bag. It didn’t move. “Huh.”

He adjusted her stance a bit. “You’re small, you need to use momentum to help you give a solid punch. Watch,” he instructed, showed her proper stance and threw his punch, he caught the bag between both hands on the back swing. “Like that.”

Nell sighed. “Dahlia’s are large, they’ll help take up a lot of space, big bold colours,” she said before she mimicked his pose and threw a punch. At least the bag swung a little this time.

“Nell, ask Kensi.”

“I’m not getting married to Kensi, G.”

“Well I’m glad,” he responded. “Although, probably best not to say that sentence in front of Deeks. I have a hard enough time getting him to do paperwork as it is without giving him that particular fantasy.”

Nell snorted and shook her head.

::

Deeks had taken Monty for his run, and returned to his house, grabbed his mail from the iron box outside his door and entered his home that smelt of coffee. Kensi had already showered, but was still in the bathroom her hair was blown dry but she was working with a straightening iron, and between frying her hair she was putting on her makeup. She wore a white button up blouse and a pair of black jeans. “Coffee’s on the counter,” Kensi told him looking back, only one of her eyelashes were done and it looked funny.

He smiled and smartly said nothing on that topic. “Thanks Kens,” he responded finding his mug and taking blissful sips. He filled Monty’s food and water dish before taking his coffee to the bathroom with him. “Here I was hoping we’d get to share a shower.”

She smiled. “Another time,” she promised.

He took a couple of quick gulps of coffee before he stripped off the sweaty clothing and as much as she told herself she had self-control, she exhibited none of it as she watched him. He opened the glass doors to the shower, fiddled with the water a bit before getting in. She turned back to her makeup and finished it up and fiddled with her hair a bit more.

She cleaned up her cosmetics and put them into her makeup bag. She pet Monty on her way to the kitchen and fixed herself her second mug of coffee. She spotted his mail on the counter, tossed carelessly. She flipped through it looking for a flyer to flip through. Some tool store she had no interest in. There was a sale going on at a local shoe store. His phone bill. The local newspaper was folded in half, she opened it and her blood ran cold.

Slowly she set down her mug as if in shock. Inside the newspaper was an envelope, and she recognized the bold writing on the front. Two words. Martin Deeks.

The water in the bathroom shut off and Deeks came out a few seconds later with a plush white towel wrapped around his hips. Another time she would have been drooling. She just looked up in horror. “What?” Deeks asked, perplexed.

She picked up the envelope and turned it to show him. His face hardened and he turned, disappearing into his bedroom for a few seconds. She heard closets and drawers open and slam close. He immerged fully dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and a rumpled black t-shirt that hugged his body, with his ensemble and the hardened look on his face, the sharp look in his eyes he looked dangerous. He came to stand beside her and she held the still closed envelope out to him.

He didn’t pause, he just ripped it open and took out the paper. Kensi read it beside him. “An address?” she whispered curiously. She looked up at her partner and noticed how his face had blanched of colour. “Marty?” She put her hand on his forearm.

“It’s the house I grew up in,” he responded and was already moving toward the door shoving on his shoes.

Kensi pulled out her phone. “I’m calling this in,” she said and their eyes met.

He didn’t want his past being looked into, but at the same time, if someone was pulling him into some kind of sick game, that put Kensi at risk. Back up it was. He gave a sharp nod and quickly tied his shoes. They both got into Deeks’s Camry and Kensi made the calls.

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“That is pretty damn good, Miss Jones,” Callen praised at her latest combination of punches, she’d come a long way in a short few hours. His girl was smart though, she learned quick.

“I have a pretty damn good teacher, Mr Callen,” she said coming to stand directly before him.

Since the gym was still empty, he wrapped his arm around her waist, closed the distance between them and kissed her. Her mouth opened to him, and her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Her back hit the cool gymnasium wall and it was a nice balance to the feverish kisses. His fingertips were under her shirt, and then his hands were, running up her sides, over the subtle bumps of her ribs. Her breath hitched and he lead a trail of kisses along her jaw, down the pale column of her neck, his stubble scratching against her skin his lips creating a fiery trail of their own.

His phone rang and he groaned against her pulse point. He lifted his head and looked to the bench where he seen Kensi’s name on the ID. “Sorry.”

“We’re in the gym,” Nell said as if in awe, she looked around worriedly, remembering where she was. “You had your hands up my top in the gym, that’s inside the office we work for. Oh my God, Cal-len!”

“You weren’t complaining a minute ago,” he replied cheekily picking up his phone. “This is Callen.”

Kensi prattled off an address sounding stressed an in a hurry. Callen was already moving toward the gym doors.

“G?” Nell called out questioningly.

“Get to ops!” he shouted at her before running out.

::

“Morning Kensi,” Sam answered his ID’d phone and put it on the passengers seat as he tiredly drove.

She quickly read off an address, there was stress in her voice and Sam’s spine straightened in his seat. “Deeks’s childhood home. It was sent to him this morning. It could be nothing...”

“But it could be something. I’m not far from there, be there soon.”

“Meet you there,” Kensi replied before hanging up.

::

Sam arrives first, but Callen is pulling in shortly afterwards. The male partners didn’t have to discuss going in without waiting since the Camry peeled down the road and parked on the street since there wasn’t any more room in the driveway. Kensi and Deeks were out in a flash taking this seriously.

Callen grabbed Deeks’s arm. “The envelope from before, it wasn’t nothing, was it.” Callen wasn’t team-leader for nothing.

“It was a news article from a long time ago,” Deeks replied pulling his arm from the Senior Agent’s grasp. “Someone wanted to bother me with it. And now they’re sending me a note. At my house, Callen, my home. Whoever is messing with me knows where I live. And whoever it is... sent me here.”

Callen studied the detective’s body language. “I take point,” Callen said, unsure of what, if anything they’d find in the house, and since he’d be the one taking responsibility for their actions, despite no official orders he’d be the one with the emotionally vulnerable Deeks. “Deeks, you’ll be to my right, Kensi, Sam, you two take the back, we’ll do a sweep.”

Kensi wanted to argue, she wanted to be at her partner’s side, but Callen’s tone left no room for argument, besides, the man knew what he was doing, he always had a plan, a reason behind every action. She didn’t doubt him, or his judgement, she just gave her partner’s hand a quick squeeze before the other men saw it and then she was pulling her gun out and following Sam out back.

Deeks followed Callen. “This is breaking and entering,” Deeks said. “You sure you don’t want me to be the one breaking and entering, I don’t want you to get in trouble on account of me.”

“Deeks, you’re on my team,” Callen stated simply. “No one messes with my team.”

Deeks felt his chest swell a little. G Callen was exactly the kind of man you wanted on your side. Callen went to one side of the door, Deeks to the other. “Hey, G?” Deeks said causing the agent to look over, surprise on his face, Deeks was not one of the people who called him, ‘G.’ “Thanks.”

Callen gave a sharp nod. He gave a quick call to Sam’s phone. “Three,” Sam said and Callen dropped his phone to the ground held his gun in his hands and did the rest of the count in his head. Deeks kicked open the door and Callen was in first, Deeks hot on his heels.

Both men froze, Callen for only a split second, Deeks seemed to have been petrified into stone. Callen cleared the front entrance way, and Sam and Kensi came over. “Clear,” they all said.

“Oh my God,” Kensi whispered looking at the women hanging from the ceiling fan.

Deeks couldn’t believe it. It was like he’d gone back in time more than a decade. The woman had blonde hair that hung around her shoulders, bangs that hid some of her face. The dress, black with a gold buckle. The shoes, black and gold, one inch heels. One was still on her foot. The other had fallen to the floor.

The team looked to Deeks as his gun slipped from his fingers and clunked against the floor. “Mom,” the word is a sob that escaped from his lip. He felt sick, nausea claimed him, his stomach suddenly into acrobatics. He dashed for the door and leaned over the stoop before vomiting his cup of coffee over a potted plant.

A hand on his back, low, rubbing in circles. Kensi, he knew. He continued heaving, but there was nothing in his system to bring up. He could hear Sam on the phone, likely with Hetty. Sam was pacing, on the grass, Deeks couldn’t watch, pacing reminded him of the subtle sway of the woman from the rope. His stomach flipped and he was heaving again. Swinging. Swinging.

“Hey!” Callen’s sharp voice brought him from his thoughts and it momentarily stopped the heaving. Callen held out a water bottle and Deeks stared at it. “It’s from my car. Likely a little warm, but it might help your stomach.”

Deeks took it, nodded in thanks since he didn’t trust his voice yet.

“You said, ‘Mom,’” Kensi pried quietly.

Deeks stared blankly at a spot just over her shoulder for a few seconds before he quickly turned and started heaving again.

“Crime scene techs will be here to process soon,” Sam informed. “Hetty’s ordered us all back to OSP.”

“Come on Deeks,” Kensi said softly. “I’ll drive.”

“We don’t want him to get more sick,” Callen joked... kind of. Kensi’s driving always left him with a bout of motion sickness... and he didn’t get motion sickness.

“Ha, ha,” Kensi replied dryly.

“I’ll... I’ll go with Kens,” Deeks said, his face had drained of colour, his blue eyes haunted. “I’m use to her... aggressive style of driving.”

“Keep it up and you’ll be walking,” she joked, but her eyes held worry.

Callen waited until Kensi and Deeks were in the Camry before he turned to Sam. “This is bad.”

“You’re telling me,” Sam replied with a shake of his head. “This sounds personal. I doubt this is the end game.”

Callen gave a sharp nod, having been thinking the same thing. He went back into the house, almost clinically detached as he took a photo of the woman’s face. He called up Eric as he walked back to his car. “Eric, sending you a photo of a woman we found...”

“Hetty filled me in on the situation... kind of... I’ll get the ID running,” Eric assured.

::

The three cars, three agents, and one detective converged on the office. The bullpen was in the middle of things and didn’t leave them with much privacy, Hetty ushered them into another room and shut the door. Nell and Eric already inside, tablets in hands. The six team members took seats and Hetty stood at the head of the table.

“Mr Deeks... what is going on?” Hetty asked cutting through formalities and getting to the heart of the matter.

Deeks shrugged, shook his head and put his head in his hands. He kept moving, his hands, shifting his body as if uncomfortable in his own skin. “I don’t know, Hetty,” he muttered miserably. He got up making the ‘one minute’ gesture before he left. He came back a few seconds later with a large yellow envelope. He tossed it on the table, it half spun and stopped. Martin Deeks printed boldly on the front. “It’s what was delivered for me at the precinct.

Callen grabbed it and opened it. He took it out and Deeks watched the expression on the Senior Agent-in-Charge’s face change from curiosity, to perplexed as his eyebrows drew down, then there was a huff of a breath, a grinding of teeth of anger, and then a fixed rage as he passed the paper to Sam. Sam read it through, his lips in a grim line. He shook his head and made eye contact with Deeks before passing it to the techs. Nell and Eric read it together. Nell’s mouth falling open just a little, and her eyes slightly watered. Eric sighed and shook his head before passing it to Hetty. Hetty knew, but it didn’t make reading it any easier.

“I assume you’ve seen this, Miss Blye,” Hetty said eyeing the female agent over her glasses.

“Yes,” Kensi admitted.

Hetty frowned and turned to the techs. “Any ID on our mystery woman?”

“None yet,” both Eric and Nell answered at the same time.

“Mr Deeks... I know the significance of the house,” Hetty said. “Do they?”

“I told them I grew up there,” Deeks said.

“And about her...”

Deeks swallowed hard and eyed the trash bin, feeling the need to know where it was in case the water he drank decided to make a second appearance. “She just... the hair... the dress... the... those fucking shoes,” he cursed angrily stepping away from the table unable to sit still. “It was exactly, exactly what I walked into all those years ago. Down to those shoes, and how one had fallen off...” He was breathing heavily trying to contain his emotions, but someone had ripped open one of the scars that had hurt the most. He rubbed his eyes hating the well of tears that had formed. “God, she looked just like her.”

“Your mother,” Callen filled in quietly.

“She killed herself... on my eighteenth birthday...” Deeks said bitterly. “She didn’t want me in the system. Didn’t want to potentially leave me at the mercy of another man like my father.”

“How do you know that?” Callen asked causing Deeks to look up confused. “None of these things you’re saying are guesses. ‘She didn’t want me in the system,’” Callen repeated. “It’s like you know her reasons. How?”

“Suicide note,” Deeks responded. “Detectives found it in the pocket of her dress.”

Callen was up in a second fishing his keys from his pocket. “You said everything was the same right?” Callen asked. “Same hair cut, same dress, same shoes... if someone’s restaging the suicide... they had to have left a note too.”

“I’ll go with you G,” Sam said getting up.

“I’ll keep trying to get an ID,” Eric said.

“I’ll check for cameras in the area, see if I can’t find anyone suspicious in the area,” Nell said.

Deeks stood. “I should to back too.”

“No,” Callen said sternly.

“But-“ Deeks started to argue.

“Mr Deeks, Mr Callen is correct,” Hetty gave a nod to her lead agent and he lead the others out leaving Hetty with Kensi and Deeks. “You do not need to be there.”

“That woman... she died to be a part of some sick-o’s game,” Deeks growled. “I owe her.”

“When things become personal,” Hetty said softly. “Sometimes it becomes difficult to see clearly. Mr Getz has a free moment now. Go up and talk to him.”

“Hetty I don’t need, I don’t want to be shrinked.”

“Do not think for a second that, that was a suggestion Mr Deeks,” Hetty replied sharply. “It was an order. Go and talk to Mr Getz.”

With an angered expression, Deeks stood and stalked from the room the door closing nosily behind him.

“How is he Miss Blye?” Hetty asked now that they were alone.

Kensi shook her head. “He lost his friend, received that article that brought up old wounds, and now this... not good... but... he’s not bad either Hetty. This will shake him, but... you know Deeks.”

“If you’re referring to the fact that he is the type to get back up again... I know, and you are correct... keep a good eye on him, Kensi. He’s going to need you,” the elderly lady patted the young agent’s hand and then left. Kensi sat in the quiet, empty room and wondered who could be doing this to her partner.

::

Deeks stopped on his way to Nate’s office when he got a phone call. He answered. “What?”

“Hello to you too,” Ray responded sarcastically.

Deeks sighed. “It’s been a shit-storm of a day, Ray, what do you want?”

“I wanted to know how that entire ‘get Ray a passport so he can go home’ thing was going.”

“I’ll start the paper work.”

“Start?” Ray responded moodily. “I have Jenna and Aaron at home, I need you to get moving on this Marty!”

“Look I have a ton of shit on my plate right now Ray,” his voice raised. “I don’t need to be dealing with yours too! I’ll get to it when I get to it!” Out of the corner of his eye he saw Nate standing there pointing to his office. Deeks sighed. “I have to go.” He hung up the phone and shoved it in his pocket. “I thought you said you weren’t around to shrink.”

“That was days ago,” Nate said. “And I didn’t mean for you to hang up the phone, I was suggesting you take the phone call inside.”

Deeks took a look around and now noticed agents staring. “What?” he shouted and they looked away.

Nate sighed. “Come on, lets have a chat.”

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