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“Deeks!” Kensi let his name out like a sigh of relief when he finally answered his phone.

“Yeah?” Deeks replied standing beside Ray in the airport, due to the noise he hadn’t heard it the first few times.

“The picture! It’s Delaney.”

Deeks felt as if his heart stopped. “Laney? You sure?”

“Yeah, the logo is from her modelling company.”

Deeks turned to Ray. “I have to go.”

“Something wrong with Delaney?” Ray gripped Deeks’s arm hard, worry in the man’s eyes.

“I don’t know.”

Ray cursed. “I’m going with you.”

Deeks didn’t have time to argue, instead he just started to run and Ray was hot on his heels.

::

When they had been five, Jax had stayed home with their mother, and Delaney had gone to the grocery store with their father. During the time apart, Delaney started to cry, complained of pain in her arm despite the fact that she had not been injured in anyway. When they got home, they found that Jax had fallen down the stairs and had broken his arm.

When they had been sixteen Delaney had been writing an advanced calculus test. Her brother had been away for the day on a sports meet playing basketball. Pain had shot through her leg for no apparent reason, but she knew, deep down she knew. When she got home her mother had informed her that her father had been called to the hospital, Jax had broken his leg.

Jax put no believe in the twin bond, the ability to feel each others pain. Delaney though had never broken any bones, or had any major injuries. She had researched it at length after the high school incident. There was no scientific proof. Not even sets of twins could agree, some said they could feel the other’s pain, other’s said they couldn’t. She believed in what she felt.

So when she felt sharp pains in her abdomen she knew that something was horribly wrong with her brother. She drove recklessly against her own nature and swiftly pulled into the parking lot. She didn’t bother to lock the doors she just sprinted for the elevator and continuously clicked the button until the door finally slid open. She got in and started continuously pushing the button for her brother’s floor.

The phone startled her and she dug it out hoping it was Jax. ID: MARTY. She answered. “Marty, something is wrong with Jax!”

“I’ve called the LAPD I’ve sent someone to the building,” Deeks said. “Are you with him?”

“No,” Delaney responded. “I’m in the elevator.”

“Go to the lobby, Laney. You hear me?”

Delaney kept pressing he button for her brother’s floor. “He’s hurt bad Marty.”

“Delaney go to the lobby,” Deeks’s voice was rasp and panicked.

“Hurry,” she told him and hung up shoving the phone into her pants.

::

“All units!” the voice came through the static filled speaker on Matt Bernhart undercover car.

It startled him, he jumped and some mayo covered lettuce from his sub fell onto his shirt. “Aw shit.” He listened to the vicinity of the call and realized he was only a block away.

He picked up his walkie. “What kind of call is this?” he asked.

“Unknown. Detective Martin Deeks is requesting back up to that location, speculation that someone inside is in danger.”

“Anything more to go on?”

Dispatch gave him a floor and a condo number. He tossed his sub back into the bag and started up the engine. He put the visors down, the lights on them flashing red and blue, he flicked the switch for his sirens and peeled into the street. “I’m on it.”

::

Kensi drove through traffic like a mad woman and Callen was already regretting not taking the wheel. Sam and Nate both sat in the back of her silver SRX. No one mentioned to Nate that he wasn’t technically an agent. He’d moved with them when they ran out of the ops centre, and Hetty hadn’t said a word, so neither were any of the other agents. “Come on, come on,” Kensi muttered as they got stuck in traffic. “Son of a bitch!”

::

Damn it!

Sirens.

Police.

He looked to the fallen man and cursed. He wouldn’t be able to take Delaney. Not now. He wiped blood from his broken nose on the back of his hand and moved quickly to the emergency staircase. His plan hit a bump but he’d be damned if he let it stop him. Some revisions would be necessary, but he would get his retribution.

::

Delaney watched the floors go by on the digital display. “Come on,” she whispered to herself tears welling in her eyes as panic flooded her. “Come on, come on, come on.” The doors opened with and she slid through the opening impatiently. She ran and found the door to be open, a bloody hand print on it. “Oh God,” she pushed the door open and stepped in cautiously.

She’d seen enough horror movies, and found it remarkably stupid when the woman would call out, but she couldn’t help herself. “Jax!” She looked for him and noted the blood on the floor, following the trail it got to be more and more... till she seen him.

“Jax!” She ran to her brothers side, the pain in her ebbing but a new pain tightened her heart. “Jax!” His eyes were closed, deathly pale. “No, no,” she whispered fearfully pressing fingers to his juglar and letting out a little breath as she found a pulse. Blood, it was everywhere and she pressed her hands to the wounds trying to stop the bleeding her mind scattering. She’d taken first aid, it had not prepared her for this though.

She couldn’t get her mind to clear, to do something helpful. Her shaking hands pressed, she prayed. “Towels?” she whispered to herself looking around wildly. “Ambulance,” she went through her clutch with bloody hands and smudged the touch screen as she unlocked it quickly calling the 911.

“Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?”

“I need an ambulance,” she quicky prattled off the address and condo number tripping over her words. “I think my brother’s been stabbed,” the words were a wail of pain that tore through her vocals. She pressed to a big bleeder in his leg and then quickly tore off her bright pink belt and tightened it on his upper thigh trying to help slow the bleeding.

The door slammed open and Delaney screamed.

“LAPD!”

“Help him!” Delaney sobbed, her large bright green eyes shining with her tears.

The officer studied the woman, quickly determined that she wasn’t the attacker. He quickly went through the condo, clearing it of assailants and tucked his gun away. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Delaney,” she managed. “He’s my brother Jackson Bennett. Please. Help him.”

::

Deeks pulled in right beside Kensi’s SRX as his team was getting out of the vehicle. “Stay in the car Ray,” he ordered getting out of the vehicle. He joined Kensi, Sam, Callen and Nate and they quickly went through the building.

They split up, Kensi, Deeks and Nate taking the elevator to get there quickly and Sam and Callen took the stairs to ensure no one went down them. Callen had a feeling it might already be too late for that, but it was necessary.

Deeks had taken the time to take the override card from the security desk and used it to bypass the elevator’s systems so it would go directly to Jax’s floor, no stopping. Nate tightened the grip on his gun as the doors opened. Kensi was out first, then Deeks and then Nate. The door was already open and Deeks motioned for them to lower their guns. “He’s LAPD,” he informed them.

“Bernhart,” Kensi said walking in, knowing him from the bank job case, she’d seen him around a few other times since he was good friends with OSP Special Agent in Charge Mike Renko.

He looked up. “Grab towels,” he barked the order.

Deeks felt as though his legs would give out when he seen Jax. Delaney seemed to have completely gone into shock and was staring blankly at her brother.

Kensi and Nate were working in full function, they brought over towels and worked together with the LAPD detective.

Deeks crouched by Delaney and brushed back some of her hair, but she made no indication she even noticed he was there. The door opened once again and EMS rushed in and ordered everyone to move. Deeks grabbed Delaney and brought her to her feet but she stumbled completely uncoordinated and actually fought him, the movement bringing her from her pensive state. “No,” she wiggled in his grasp. “Jax,” her voice broke and he kept both arms wrapped over hers and held her back to his chest.

“He’s going to be okay,” he whispered into her ear. “He’s going to be okay.”

::

Sam and Callen stayed with the scene after EMS took Jax. Everyone else was going to the hospital, they were going to work the scene. “Our crime scene technicians will be around soon,” Sam informed Callen.

“This is above and beyond personal,” Callen said looking at the pool of blood. “It’s one thing to go after someone with a vengeance, it’s a whole different level of cruelty to go after loved ones.”

Sam stayed quiet as he looked over the scene. “He fought back.”

“I’d say the chances of some of this blood being the attackers is good,” Callen said. “I’ll have the CST’s swab everything.”

“Might be able to save you some time,” Ray said leaning against the door jam, his arms folded over his chest.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Callen growled.

“No, I shouldn’t. I should be back home with my girl and my kid,” Ray’s temper flared. “But Deeks got word that Delaney is in danger... and Jax...” Ray got a good look at the blood trail and turned his eyes away. “Look, Deeks told me to wait in the car, guess he forgot when he decided to get in the ambulance with Laney. Best move anyways, when they try to separate the twins at the hospital, it’s best if Marty is there to calm her down.” Ray sighed sadly. “Anyways, I saw someone when I was in the car.”

“Suspicious?” Sam said.

“Like someone I use to snitch on,” Ray responded. “The guy’s name is Mark, but everyone calls him Cabbage. Kind of what he smells like. Anyways, he’s a look out, a stalling tactic if need be. Usually does low end robberies. He was waiting outside, took off shortly after you all went in. He leaves when he gets word that whoever was the inside man, got out.”

Callen let out a breath. “So is... Cabbage loyal?”

“No loyalties or ties to any gang or crime organization. Mostly low level stuff. You pay him, he does his job, end of story.”

Callen chewed the inside of his cheek as he stared at the blood. “You have his contact info?”

“No... but I could get it,” Ray responded.

“That’s dangerous,” Sam said shaking his head. “You’re in wit-pro.”

“This is Jax. This is Delaney. This is Martin.... that is my family,” Ray said. “I’ll make the calls.”

::

Deeks walked right behind Delaney till the doctors told them they could go no further. “No,” Delaney fought them trying to go in but Deeks grabbed her. “No!” She screamed at him fighting his grip.

“It’s okay, they’re taking him to surgery, he’s going to be okay.”

“No, no!” she cried and resisted weakly, and her sobs broke his heart.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he whispered trying to soothe her as her body shook with the force of her sobs and he pulled her away from the doors.

::

Nell was tapping her foot impatiently. She’d left the office and gone directly to the off-site labs to put the pressure on. She’d told them she needed the results ‘immediately’ and damn it, she was going to get them, and she’d be a pest until she did. She’d called in a few favours that she was owed and got their case bumped to the top. She waited and it unnerved her how every second it took could cause Deeks more pain and suffering. She stood and started pacing.

::

Callen and Sam knew deep down they shouldn’t have let Ray make the calls. Callen knew Hetty would likely chew him out about it later, but... this was about Deeks. And they took care of their own.

Ray returned to the meeting spot in the park, having hot-wired Deeks’s own Camry. He threw a prepaid to Callen. “The number is in there. I have to get to the hospital.”

Callen nodded. “Thanks.”

“Didn’t do it for you,” Ray told him as he started to walk away.

“I know,” Callen responded.

::

Kensi and Nate were in the waiting room and Deeks all but dragged a still resisting Delaney in his arms. “Come on, Laney, we have to let the doctor’s do their job.”

She managed to get him with an elbow and nearly fell when he released her. Stumbling to her feet she slapped him across the face. “Don’t tell me to let the doctors do their job!” she sobbed nearly incoherently.

Deeks sighed. “Laney,” he whispered trying to reach for her but she stumbled back nearly tripping over the table. “He’s going to be okay,” and he hoped he wasn’t lying to her with his reassurances.

She sobbed something incoherent, but it came out clearer the second time. “They never come back.” Deeks understood the significance of the sentence. He closed his eyes as pain washed over him. He looked back at her and found her studying the drying blood on her hands, that had stained up the wrists of her white blouse and drops of it was on her pants.

“Hey,” Kensi stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder. “Lets get you cleaned up, okay?”

::

“Where is Nell?” Callen asked as he came into the ops centre.

“The labs, pressuring and intimidating,” Eric responded getting a smile from Callen. “Ready to run trace and record audio.”

“Good,” Callen replied as he dialled in the number from the prepaid and turned it on speaker as Eric locked down the ops centre so no one could walk in talking.

“Yeah?” the voice said.

“This Cabbage?”

“Who’s this?”

“I need a look out. I hear you’re good.”

“Twenty percent.”

“Ten.”

“Seventeen.”

“Fifteen,” Callen shot back in rebuttal. “Final offer.”

A moment of silence. “Where.”

Callen smiled and gave him the man an address to a bar. “I want to meet first, make sure you can be trusted.”

“Fine. One hour.”

Callen smiled. “Meet you there.” He hung up and looked at Eric.

“Traced, but he’s on the move, probably driving,” Eric said. “I did some preliminary search, Mark Watkins AKA Cabbage,” Eric could hardly contain the laughter at the alias. “ He shows up often in reports, mostly for low level offenses, nothing violent. Done a few short stints in prison, but...”

“Definitely not our perp,” Callen said.

“No, but he definitely could have worked for him.”

“Alright,” Callen said. “My old alias, Eli Reynolds still good?”

Eric did a quick check. “Yeah, all the stuff is in storage though, row R, box 1342.”

“Thanks,” he moved quickly to get ready in time for the meet.

::

“Got the results for you Miss Jones,” the lab technician said coming out. He handed her a folder. “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” Nell was already on the move, she opened the file as she stepped into the elevator. Her eyes quickly skimmed over the information and she whipped out her phone to call the ops centre.

“This is Eric.”

“Nell,” she replied quickly. “Blood work came back, most of it was Jax’s.” It was strange. Just the other night, she’d been sitting, talking to the man, conversing over the bathroom remodel she wanted done and the architect was eager to give her ideas, he was a nice man and although they’d only met the one time, she was incredibly worried for his current well being. She took in a deep breath. “But there was another, the name is Trent Stadden.”

“Give me a minute,” Eric said and she could hear typing as she exited the elevator. “Criminal record... for...” his voice tapered off.

“Eric?”

“Rape and murder... of his daughter.”

Nell felt sick to her stomach and leaned against the wall for support. “I’ll be back to the office in about an hour, it’s rush hour.”

“Drive safe.”

“Always.”

::

Deeks sat down in the waiting room, Nate sitting across from him. “That was a lot of blood,” Deeks said looking to the operational psychologist.

“He made it to the hospital,” Nate said in a slow, calm, reassuring manner. “He’s in good health... it’ll help him.”

“Yeah,” Deeks replied shaking his head. “Evan... I can’t loose Jax too. Delaney can’t loose Jax... he’s all the family she’s got left.”

“Both of their parents are gone?”

“Dead,” Deeks said with a nod. “Their mother died of cancer when they were young,” Deeks said. “They’d gotten her to the hospital when she got really sick at home one day but... there wasn’t anything they could do.”

“And their father?”

“Construction accident,” Delaney said startling both men. “His harness wasn’t done properly. He fell four stories. They got him to the hospital but... the damage was to extensive, he died.” She looked to the operating doors. “No one comes out.”

“Delaney,” Nate stood and looked her over. She was washed up a bit, wearing a shirt that he was certain belonged to Kensi and was likely from her go back always stored in the car. On the overly tall Delaney it would have shown an inch or two of her midriff, but she was still in her high waisted pants, he figured Kensi’s pants wouldn’t fit if Delaney tried. “Every situation is different. You need to stay positive.”

“Yeah,” she said as if only agreeing to pacify him.

“Any news?” Ray asked as he stormed in.

“What are you doing here?” Delaney’s voice was weak and thin. “You should be home.”

“Any news?” he repeated ignoring Delaney’s question.

“None,” Deeks replied.

Ray pulled Delaney into a hug. “I’m exactly where I should be, he’ll be okay kid, man’s built like a tank.” Despite his words, all they did was make her start crying again.

Deeks’s phone went off, he lifted his hip to get the phone out of his jeans and he checked the display screen. ID: NELL. He got up and moved out to somewhere more private before answering. “Got something Nell?” He was going stir crazy with his thoughts. He needed to do something constructive.

“Callen is going to talk to someone Ray seen on the scene,” Nell informed him. “A low level look out for hire. He’s going to twist him for information.”

Deeks grinded his teeth together, Ray hadn’t said anything to him. Then again, he’d gone immediately into comforting mode... or as comforting as Ray ever got. “Good, I want to be there.”

“No,” Nell said. “Meet me at the office, bring Kensi.”

His eyebrows drew down. “What do you know Nell?”

“I’m not telling you till you’re at the office and with Kensi,” she replied sternly. “Use your blinker asshole!” Nell shouted and he realized she had a case of road-rage. “Sorry, stuck in traffic for the past forty five minutes and no one seems to be able to drive.”

“I’ll be there.”

“With Kensi,” Nell demanded.

“Yeah. Got it.”
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