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Deeks sat down in the comfortable chair inside of Nate’s office. Nate sat across from him, quiet, patient although Deeks wasn’t sure what the psychologist was waiting for. Wasn’t Nate suppose to ask him questions, probe into his thoughts, dig around in his brain and decipher every little twitch, tone and word? Instead Nate sat back in his chair appearing relaxed, his hands on the arm rests and he just stared with his soulful brown eyes.

“What?” Deeks said, but Nate didn’t answer. “Aren’t you suppose to as me how I’m feeling about this? Ask me who might it be? Do I have some skeletons in my closet that might be coming out now? Huh?” Nate’s eyes narrowed slightly but he said nothing. Deeks shifted, uncomfortable under the other man’s gaze. “Do you think this is my fault? That, that woman is dead?”

“Do you?” Nate finally spoke.

Deeks opened his mouth and then shut it. “Did you seriously just let me ask all the questions so that you wouldn’t have to?”

“I wanted to see where your head space is,” Nate said with a subtle shrug of his shoulders. “The questions you chose to ask, and how you phrased them do give me an idea.”

Deeks bit his bottom lip, he didn’t know Nate as well as the others, by the time Deeks had come to work for them Nate was often doing other jobs for joint task forces, or under the orders of Hetty, or Vance. Since joining NCIS: OSP as the liaison officer he’d only had a few sessions with their resident head doctor and it wasn’t enough to give either of them much of a running knowledge of the other.

Deeks did hold the man in high respect though, Nate had come to his home right after finding out about Evan’s death, and Kensi trusted Nate, that trust spoke volumes to Deeks, he knew how hard Kensi found it to trust people. Still he didn’t want to talk about everything he’d been through in such a short time.

“This is really unnecessary,” Deeks said standing up. “I don’t need to be here.”

“Sit down Martin,” Nate said in a calm voice that might have been a suggestion had Deeks not seen the clear order in the dark brown eyes.

Deeks sighed and dropped down in his seat.

A minute passed in silence. “Talk to me, Martin, the letters, lets start with those.”

“I don’t know who sent them,” Deeks said from between clenched teeth.

“What was in the envelopes?”

“An article, about my father,” Deeks said. “The second was the address of the home I grew up in.”

Nate nodded. “And where you found the woman hanging... she bore a resemblance to your mother.”

Deeks stood again and Nate said nothing as the detective paced angrily. “How do you know that?”

“About the woman hanging? It’s my job to look after the emotional well being of the agents, I knew when Callen sent the image to Eric. I have the files on your mother’s suicide,” Nate said softly. “I also have the reports of the months after her death,” Nate said his voice a little sharper gaining Deeks’s attention. “Drunk and disorderly, your landlord complained... a lot... should I be worried that whoever this is will throw you into old habits?”

“No,” Deeks ground out. “I was an eighteen year old kid. My mother killed herself on my birthday. Was I pissed? Yes? Did I get completely wasted? Yes? Did I deserve the few nights I spent in the drunk tank at LAPD? Absolutely. The noise complaints? Yeah, deserved them too. But I’m not some kid anymore.”

“You weren’t a child then either. Hadn’t been in a long time... emotionally speaking,” Nate responded calmly. “How was your relationship with your mother?”

Deeks stopped his pacing and dropped back down into his seat. “Good, I guess,” he shrugged. “She was...different from other moms... I only realized it when I went to friends houses... mine was just quiet, subdued...even after my father was gone. She was just waiting till I was old enough to take care of myself before she killed herself.”

“She left a note?”

“Yeah...” Deeks responded. “Look, Doc, I get it, you’re trying to help... but a woman died today because someone is trying to get to me. I need to be out there finding this guy.”

Nate studied him before nodding. “Whoever this is,” he said leaning in. “Is trying to pull you apart emotionally, so far you haven’t been attacked physically. First letter went to the precinct, that’s bold and that’s planning. This isn’t some impulse. The next letter went to your home. This is personal. Someone really hates you.”

“Oh the list is long,” Deeks said trying to sound like his old self, but it fell flat to his own ears.

“Martin... whoever this is... they aren’t going to stop.”

“Yeah,” Deeks agreed in the back of his mind he could still see the woman who looked so much like his mother swaying in the perfectly recreated scene. “I know.”

::

“I don’t like this, G,” Sam said as they returned to the house and ducked under the crime scene tape.

“I don’t either,” Callen responded.

“Someone is targeting Deeks,” Sam continued as they entered the house. “He’s a mess.”

“I know,” Callen muttered looking around. The crime scene techs had already taken plenty of pictures of the scene, the woman had been cut down and was on a slab ready to be wheeled out. “Hey Rose,” Callen greeted.

“Hey!” Rose responded brightly. “Did you need her?”

“Yeah,” Callen responded. “Do you have an ID on her?”

“No,” Rose responded. “She had none on the body.”

“It’s okay,” Sam said. “Eric will figure out who she is.”

Callen spotted the pockets and put on his gloves. He pulled out a hand full of tiny cut up bits of coloured paper. “Suicide note... replaced with confetti?”

“Colour photo paper,” Rose said leaning in. “What?” She said when the men looked at her. “Look, high quality, like a photo printer, likely a home one since the back is white and doesn’t have a logo from one of those chain store printing centres.”

“So someone made a copy of a picture,” Sam said. “And then... cut it up into little bits?”

Rose shrugged. “I just cut open dead bodies, that mystery is on you guys.”

“Sam...” Callen said with a sigh. “Hold open the baggy.”

::

“Hey,” Kensi found Deeks after he’d come out of Nate’s office. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Deeks responded. He now understood why the other agents held Nate in high regards. The man just had something about him, compassion, empathy, he knew when to push, and when to hold back. Deeks knew he was getting off easy because Nate was still getting a handle on who he was as a person but... Deeks trusted Nate, it was instinctive. “Anything new?”

Kensi nodded her head sharply and he fell into step with her. “Callen and Sam just returned.”

“And,” Deeks prodded.

“A bunch of little cut up pieces of paper.”

“This is the jigsaw from hell!” they heard Eric from outside of ops. The partners looked to each other and they both smiled, just a little, and then erupted into laughter as the stress gave way. They entered OSP to find Eric and Nell putting all the bits colour side down on the large table scanner so they’d be able to do it digitally.

“That looks like it’s going to take a while,” Kensi noted.

“Oh it will,” Nell said with a sigh.

::

“How is he Mr Getz?”

Nate sighed and folded his hands on his desk. “I’m uncertain. I haven’t known him long enough to get a good base line. I usually can tell now when Callen is about to do something remarkably stupid, or when Sam is trying to hid restless emotions, or when Kensi is lost in her hurt, but...”

“You’ve only had Mr Deeks in for quarterlies twice and you haven’t been here... at OSP in some time.”

Nate nodded and sighed. “I feel like I’ve let them down Hetty,” he admitted freely. “I should have been here for them.”

“You can not be everywhere,” she said compassionately as she sat in the chair on the other side of his desk.

“Then I should have been here.”

“You’ve done good work overseas Mr Getz, you should be proud.”

“Then why do I feel as though I’ve failed?” Nate shook his head and put up his hand before Hetty could answer. “I think the team needs to go out.” He quickly changed topics.

“Mr Getz?”

“Hear me out Hetty,” he said. “Martin has taken a lot of blows in a short span of time. He needs to know the team is there for him. That is what he needs.”

“I know a place.”

“I’ll talk to Kensi, I know some of his friends are still in town from the funeral... it might help him.”

Hetty nodded in agreement. “Very well. I’ll set it up.”

::

“Kens?” Nate called and waved her over. She left Deeks’s side as he headed down the stairs and she walked over to Nate.

“Hey, what’s up?” she asked.

“Deeks still have friends in town?”

“Yeah, Ray lost his passport, Jax is sticking around for business and Delaney for leisure.”

“Go talk to Hetty, she’s setting up a team night.”

“Morale boost for Deeks,” Kensi said nodding getting the idea. “Surround him with friends, help ground him.”

“Worked for me,” Nate said softly and Kensi looked up.

“You okay Nate?” Kensi asked touching his arm.

“Better everyday,” he gave her an affectionate smile. “Go talk to Hetty.”

::

Callen and Sam ended up helping Nell and Eric with the picture bits, so did Kensi and Deeks but they still weren’t making much progress. There were so many.

“Stop what you’re doing,” Nate said with a grin and they all looked up at him. “We’re going out.”

“We’re working,” Deeks growled.

“There are still like... a million more pieces,” Nell exaggerated... but not by much.

“There will still be those pieces tomorrow,” Nate insisted. “Hetty’s orders.” That changed their tune.

“Come on,” Kensi said being in on it. She’d already called Jax, Ray and Delaney to tell them to come, all three had agreed. “It’ll be fun.”

::

They’d all gotten to the quiet little bar at separate times having all gone home to change clothing. The bar was nice, curved booth seats, black tables, mahogany bar with bottles lined against the back. The music was good to dance to but not so loud that it would interrupt conversation. Sam got there first, followed by Eric. Ray came in after that greeting both men casually. Then came Kensi with Deeks.

“You guys set me up,” Deeks muttered seeing Ray.

“You need some fun,” Kensi whispered in his ear and then gave his arm a pull.

A few minutes later Callen and Nell arrived, instead of taking one of the booths, they had the long table on the opposite end so people would have an easier time getting up and around. The group started to sit down and Delaney and Jax came in.

“I guess I have some introductions to make,” Deeks said standing. He greeted Jax with a quick ‘man-hug’ a clasp of hands and then one pat on the back before they both took a step back. He hugged Delaney’s lithe form and whispered in her ear. “Guess you were right.” She looked puzzled and he winked. She caught on and grinned. Deeks turned to the table. “As Kensi already knows, these are old friends of mine.”

“I am not old,” Delaney scoffed playfully and got a few laughs.

“Okay, friends I’ve known a long time,” Deeks said with a grin. “That better?”

Delaney rocked her hand back and forth. “It’ll do.”

Deeks shook his head. “Delaney and Jax Bennett, this is-“ and was cut off by Delaney.

“Lemme guess!” she said excitedly. “Okay, okay.” She rubbed her hands together and then pointed. “Callen, Sam,” so far she’d gotten the first two right. “Eric and Nell!” She clapped her hands together. “Did I do good?”

“Four for four,” Deeks nodded.

The team members were flattered, just how much had Deeks told his friends about them for Delaney to be able to figure out who was who?

“We’re still waiting on Nate,” Kensi said as Delaney took an empty seat across from her, while Jax sat at the other end of the table falling into conversation with Ray.

“Nate?”

“Nate and Deeks don’t know each other very well,” Kensi said. “Nate just... returned from a long trip, he’s been friends with the rest of us for years though.”

“Oh, how exciting, where was he travelling to?”

Honestly, Kensi wasn’t sure. “England,” she said the first thing that came to mind.

“I’ve never been,” Delaney said. “Oh look,” she pointed to the dance floor. “She’s got moves.” The group enjoyed watching the impressive dancer and her friend on the dance floor until the song was over. The slower beat had the waitress coming over. A few pitchers of beer were ordered, along with a few lemon drop shooters for Delaney, Jax ordering a scotch on the rocks.

The group all sat down, Nell was talking to Jax about architecture and design, and her mind was starting to change plans for the bathroom remodel she still wanted done but she and Callen hadn’t found the time to bother with it. Jax told her if she gave him the measurements he could whip a design up that best fit their needs and space. She’d looked to Callen excitedly, and he’d just sighed in defeat. She smiled.

Despite how many chairs were around, the table was actually quite small, squishing them all together, all the conversations finally melding into one. Currently the topic was sports, the boys were arguing over basketball teams, and Nell was getting in on it, she’d started watching since dating, and then being engaged to Callen, he enjoyed it, and she enjoyed spending time with it.

“I love this song,” Delaney threw back a shot and got up. “Someone dance with me.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Ray said with a grin.

“Anyone but you,” Delaney laughed, it was a long standing joke between them, Ray had the habit of stepping on her toes, besides with their height difference, especially when she wore heals, he came to about the height of her breasts. Jax didn’t take kindly to that.

“Come on ladies!” Delaney grabbed Kensi’s hand, and Kensi grabbed Nell, the girls giggled and headed to the dance floor while the men watched with a certain amount of amusement. They all had their own styles, their own way that they moved. They weren’t the only one’s watching either.

“Sorry, I got stuck in traffic on the PCH,” Nate said shrugging out of his jacket and putting it on the back of the chair. He’d dressed down a bit for the outing, a navy blue t-shirt, and a pair of trouser cut black jeans.

Callen poured another pint and passed it over. “Considering your alcohol tolerance, might be fore the best,” the agent teased.

“Nate,” Deeks said pointing. “That’s Jackson Bennett.”

Jax stuck out his hand. “Just call me Jax, everyone else does.”

“Jax it is,” Nate said with a nod.

The sporting debate took precedent once again.

The women were walking back over and Deeks stood up grabbing Delaney’s hand. “Delaney, I want you to meet someone,” he said moving out of the way and Nate stood to be polite.

Delaney’s wide set green eyes widened more making her look a little like a cartoon character. Her mouth fell open just a bit. One night stands were never suppose to show back up in your life!

Nate was in shock. Delaney, Deeks’s friend Delaney was the woman he’d gone to a hotel room with, a woman he’d shared a bed with, without even knowing her name.

“Laney this is Nathaniel Getz, Nate, this is Delaney Bennett.”

The two just stood there staring at each other and the rest of the table studied them curiously. “Oh Christ,” Jax finally broke the silence. “You slept with him, didn’t you?”

Delaney turned crimson. “Jax!” she finally broke from the spell to send a withering look her brother’s way.

“Wait what?” Deeks looked between them.

“Not a word Marty,” Delaney warned with a cool glare while the rest of the team was trying not to snicker at the turn of events.

“Seriously, that one night stand... and when I said Nate, you didn’t think maybe...”

“I didn’t ask his name,” Delaney said heatedly and then bit her lip realizing how bad it sounded.

“That’s just dangerous,” Jax muttered. “You know what, I don’t want to know.” He tossed back his scotch and got working on his pint of beer. “I really don’t want to know.”

Deeks gave Nate a cool stare. “You have nothing to say about this.”

“I could point out the fact that we’re two consenting adults,” Nate said. “But I didn’t figure you wanted to hear it.”

“I don’t,” Deeks agreed sternly and then paled. “Oh God.” He whipped his head over to Delaney. “You told me things,” he shuddered. “Fill my glass Callen. It’s going to be a long night trying to get that out of my head.”

“What things?” Nate said worriedly now.

Delaney tugged on the sleeve of his t-shirt and whispered what she’d told Deeks in his ear. The psychologist blushed. “Really?”

Delaney smiled slightly and then laughed wholeheartedly. “Maybe we should start again,” she stuck out her hand. “I’m Delaney Bennett.”

His hand took her’s. “Nathaniel Getz.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nathaniel,” she tested the name on her tongue.

“Nice to meet you too, Delaney,” he said testing her name in the same way.

“I need another drink,” Jax and Deeks said at the same time moving towards the bar with such synchronization, and looks of horror it was actually funny.

::

The night passed with plenty of drinking, dancing and laughter. Callen spun his fiancé on the dance floor, the two of them apparently having a blast, there was a genuine smile on Callen’s face and Nell was laughing as she kept time with him.

Deeks grabbed Kensi’s hand. “Come on, lets put Hetty’s lessons to use.”

“Don’t step on my toes this time,” she said getting up a little tipsy from the drink and following him to the dance floor.

“Nathaniel, dance with me,” Delaney said.

“I don’t... really dance,” Nate admitted.

“Come on, you didn’t even buy me dinner,” she said playfully.

Jax threw back a shot and the glass clinked as it hit the table he shot his sister a warning look. She rolled her eyes in response. “Come on, it’ll be fun.” The music changed to something slower. “Come on, you don’t even need moves for this, everyone can sway.” She grabbed his hand and with out much protest he got to his feet and followed her to the floor.

“Sam,” Jax got the man’s attention. “That Nate... he a good guy?” He needed to know, his sister was the only family he had left. Sure, maybe he was a little overprotective at times, but... as often as she got on his nerves, or did something he didn’t approve of, they shared a strong sibling bond.

“He’s a psychologist, he’s there for everyone through the worst,” Sam said. “He’s a damn fine man.”

“Would you let your sister date him?” Jax asked with a bit of a grin.

“Don’t have one, but if I did... yeah, she’d be safe with Nate.”

Jax seemed content with this for now. He took another shot before he felt something... no someone running their hands through his hair. A face appeared over his shoulder, she was pretty, blonde hair fell over her shoulder and tickled his neck. “Care to dance stranger?” she asked.

“Ah, what the hell,” he decided getting to his feet and taking her hand.

“The invisible thread that links all women to Jackson Bennett,” Ray said to Sam with a shake of his head. “No matter where he is, no matter how much he isn’t paying attention to the world around him, women just... flock to him. It’s insane.”

“You sound jealous,” Sam said with a shake of his head.

“I’m not,” Ray responded. “Admittedly, was growing up, that bar faze of the early twenties... you could try to score all night and Jax would just sit there, enjoying his beer and he’d have five ladies trying to get his attention. But now? He’s up to his eyeballs in work, hasn’t dated anyone seriously... ever. Me? I got a good woman, I have a kid. I’m feeling pretty damn lucky now a days.”

“Yeah,” Sam agreed thinking about his own family at home. “Me too.”

Sam watched his team dance and it made him smile. Callen was holding Nell close, her head resting against his shoulder. Kensi and Deeks... they had a little less space between them than he would have liked... he blamed their alcohol consumption. And now Nate... and this Delaney, she was smiling widely as she swayed back and forth with Nate.

“Hey Ray?” Sam said catching the other man’s attention. “Is she going to break his heart?”

“Who? Oh Delaney?” Ray said catching on. “In the instances where she falls, she falls hard. Who can predict love, who one falls for, how hard, or for how long?”

“Sounds pretty philosophical.”

“Liquid wisdom,” Ray said with a grin holding up his beer. “Anyways, she would never intentionally hurt anyone... but what happens is up to them. Frankly after... Evan... I’d like to see her happy.”

Sam nodded, he understood that, after all, he wanted Nate to be happy.

::

At the end of the night they all stood outside waiting on cabs. Callen threw his jacket over Nell’s shoulders and wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her to keep her warm. Kensi and Deeks had their arms linked and were leaning into one another trying to stay standing, they were both singing the last song they had danced to, occasionally stopping to argue about the correct lyrics. Delaney and Nate gave each other their phone numbers and Nate promised to call her, she smiled a little shyly and gave him a kiss on the cheek before she got into the first cab with Ray and her brother.

“I can’t believe you slept with my honorary little sister,” Deeks said to him.

“I can’t believe the odds of that either,” Nate said watching the tail lights. “You going to give me the talk now?”

“No,” Deeks said. “I’ll give it to you when I’m sober, so I get it all right.”

“Deeks, be nice,” Kensi said. “She seems to like him.”

“I know he’s good with his tongue,” Deeks said appalled. “I never want to know that.”

Kensi burst out laughing. “Oh my God, Deeks!”

“I call next taxi,” Nate said with a shake of his head. Since he was heading in the same direction as Sam they shared and waved good night to the rest of the crew.

Kensi and Deeks and Callen and Nell said their goodbyes and got into the last two taxis.

They had all needed the night to decompress, for it was only the beginning.

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