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Retribution	By : ambrosiarush Category: M through R > NCIS: Los Angeles Views: 13277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As Kensi drove, her deep brown eyes kept flicking over to her partner worriedly. Deeks always talked in the car, or changed the radio station constantly, or would start singing or playing the air guitar. Instead he sat there, the soft music on the radio turning to commercial but he didn’t reach for the knob. His eyes were out the side window, his temple pressed against the cool glass. She reached out and grabbed his hand. He did nothing for a second, and then his fingers tightened around hers. She let out a quiet sigh and her eyes went to check her mirrors out of a heavily ingrained habit. She was being followed, but it didn’t worry her. Behind her was Sam’s Challenger, and behind it was Callen’s new black Jaguar that replaced his crashed and totalled Mercedes.

She flicked on her blinker and turned into his neighbourhood. It was quiet, lots of duplexes much like the one he lived in. There were a couple of children riding their bicycles with training wheels on the sidewalk. An elderly couple out for a stroll, walking hand in hand as Kensi watched. She wanted that, that ‘forever, still holding hands at eighty’ kind of love. Her thumb ran over the back of Deeks’s hand as she put on her blinker again before pulling into his driveway. Since his Jeep was in the garage and the Camry was still at work Sam was able to pull his car in behind her, Callen parked his on the street.

Everyone got out quietly, Deeks silently leading, his partner at his side. Sam and Eric came in the challenger followed behind and further back Callen and Nell. He unlocked the door and walked in, everyone following him. Monty came to greet him with a cocked head as if to ask what Deeks was doing home so early. The dog got over his initial surprise, and with all the others there too he got excited and wagged his tail as he pressed his snout against Deeks’s leg and the man pet him. “Outside,” Deeks pointed to the back door and started walking the dog going ahead of him a few steps.

Deeks opened the back door and Monty took off to chase a squirrel away. Once the squirrel had climbed up the wooden fence that surrounded his part of the back lawn Monty sniffed the grass. Deeks looked up at the sky, still no clouds, such a beautiful day and it somehow only made losing a friend that much harder. Monty came running back and Deeks shut the door behind them. He felt awkward in his own home when he returned to the living room. Sure they were friends, but he just wanted to be alone. “You guys don’t need to be here,” he said quietly his voice dull and flat.

“We’re not going anywhere,” Kensi said stepping forward to place a hand on his arm in an attempt at a comforting gesture. She felt like a fish out of water, she wasn’t good at dealing with emotions, her own, or other people’s. Her partner was doing everything to hold on but was still coming apart at the seams and she didn’t know what she could do, or say to make things better. “We’re here for you,” she offered support. “Whatever you need.”

Deeks sighed and dropped heavily into the overstuffed leather chair. The group took this as a cue to sit down, Kensi, Sam and Eric taking the couch with no other available seats Callen took a seat on the floor and Nell dropped down onto his lap. “You guys really don’t have to be here to watch me wallow,” Deeks said. “I have some calls to make.”

“Won’t the family do all that?” Kensi asked putting an elbow up on the arm rest.

Deeks rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Most of it, yeah. Ev’s mom always hated Delaney, she tolerated Jax only because he tutored Evan in algebra. I have to call them...” he sighed heavily. “And Ray.” He looked to Callen figuring the team leader would be the one most likely to argue. Callen said nothing and Deeks was grateful.

“I’ll start making lunch,” Nell said standing wanting something constructive to do and wanting to give Deeks some privacy for the calls.

“I’ll give you a hand,” Callen said getting back on his feet.

“I’ll make sure G doesn’t burn down the place,” Sam said getting a small smile from the detective.

“Yeah, I’ll... help,” Eric said knowing what the agents were trying to do.

In the living room only Kensi and Deeks remained. She reached out and grabbed his hand again feeling it was the right thing to do, some way of saying physically, ‘I’m here’. “How are you holding up?”

He shrugged. “It’s hard to believe he’s gone,” he whispered holding his phone tightly in his hands. “What am I suppose to tell them? The twins? Ray? How am I suppose to tell them that Evan is...” he choked on the word ‘dead’ before it could escape his lips. How could he tell them if he had such difficulties saying it himself?

“If you need me to, I’ll call,” Kensi said. It was never pleasant to tell someone that their loved one had died and sadly she had more experience with it than she’d like. For Deeks, she’d take the burden from him and shoulder it herself if only he’d let her.

He shook his head. “No, I have to...” he looked at the phone, Delaney’s name coming up first in his contact list. “They dated for a while... Delaney and Evan. On and off again since high school, terrible for one another but... like moths to a flame a few months after a break up they’d think they could do it again.”

“Were they on again?” Kensi asked pushing back some of her long dark waves.

“No, I don’t think so, haven’t been in over a year... I think they maybe finally had enough. Finally figured out what the rest of us knew. It would never work between them. They fought last time, Delaney called me crying after that... she’d been upset with some of the things she’d said.” Deeks responded he knew Delaney, she was a sweet girl, open, warm, loving, he wondered if they’d talked after the big fight. He hoped so, otherwise he knew it would be one of her deepest regrets, not patching their friendship when they still had the chance. “Still, them not being together isn’t going to make calling her any easier. Even when they were angry with one another, they were always there for the other, you know?” Had Evan had needed anything, all he would have had to do was pick up the phone and call Delaney. She’d do anything for a friend. “Despite everything on some level they still loved the other,” he said, his voice no more than a whisper.

A minute of silence passed, his thumb hovering over the call button. “Do you want me to leave?” Kensi asked feeling awkward. Maybe he wanted a moment of space a moment alone to make the painful call.

He quietly deliberated. “No, it’s okay, you can stay.” His words were nonchalant but the tone spoke otherwise and said something different. ‘Stay, I don’t want to be alone for this.’

She rubbed her thumb along the back of his hands as if to respond, ‘I’m here.’

Deeks pressed the call button and somewhere inside of him, he hoped that Delaney wouldn’t answer her phone. “Oh my God!” Delaney cried into his ear, her tone excited and happy. “I was just thinking about you, I haven’t heard from you in forever! How are you, Marty?” He opened his mouth, but the words got lodged in his throat. “Marty? Marty? Are you there?”

“Yeah, I’m here... Laney... I’ve got bad news.”

He could hear cars honking, the traffic sounds and knew she was outside. “What kind of bad news?” She sounded deflated of her former joy, worry taking it’s place.

How had Bate’s put it? “There’s been an accident,” he said. It wasn’t as if he’d never notified someone of their loss before, he was and LAPD detective, and while being undercover often kept him from being the one in uniform knocking on doors to deliver the news, it wasn’t something he was completely unfamiliar with.

“Who?”

“Evan.” Eric had filled Deeks in on exactly what happened, despite the operational technicians attempt to soften it, leave it as just a ‘motorcycle accident’ Deeks had demanded specifics and reluctantly Eric had told him it all. He couldn’t imagine telling it to Delaney though.

He could hear her breath, the pick up of it in the static over the line on the verge of tears. “Is he...Marty is he...”

He stood his hand leaving the comfort of Kensi’s, his body restless, his hand pushing back his hair and his eyes found their way to the bookshelf, a framed photograph of the group from high school, Ray, Jax, Delaney, Evan and himself. “I’m sorry Delaney, he’s gone.” He heard the gasp, the shuddering breath, and finally the sob. “I’m so sorry, Laney.”

Her crying on the other end was breaking his heart, if she’d been in Los Angeles he would have gone and told her himself in person just so she wouldn’t have received the news while she was alone, so she’d have a shoulder to cry on. She lived in New York, her brother Jax lived in Texas. “I’ll fly out tonight,” she said her words hiccupped with her sobbing.

“Just text me which flight you’ll be on and what time you’re suppose to land, I’ll pick you up.” She usually would have argued that she could rent a car but she just managed to make out a ‘okay’ before the tears and sobs killed any chances of further conversation. She’d hung up the phone after that and Deeks leaned against a wall. “One down,” he muttered.

Kensi stood just a few steps from him, keeping close, but giving him a certain amount of space. She moved timidly, a rarity for him to see anything but her usually confident self. She reached out and wiped a tear he hadn’t realized had fallen. Her hand ran along his jaw, down his neck over his collarbone and rested over his heart. He found a certain measure of strength in her eyes, drew from it. His eyes dropped to his phone and he called Delaney’s twin brother, Jackson.

“Martin, I have a meeting in five, make it quick,” was Jax’s brisk greeting, office sounds of fax machines and chatter.

“Evan... was killed in a accident this morning.”

“What?” Jax’s voice took on a hardened edge. Deeks didn’t repeat himself, he just waited for it to sink in. He heard a door slam and the office noise faded away. He could practically see Jax in his office, shut off from everyone else. “Did you call Delaney?”

“Yeah,” Deeks replied.

“Shit,” Jax responded, silence for a few seconds more before the distinctive sound of glass smashing. “Shit,” Jax repeated angrily. Deeks understood the desire to rather have anger than the tears. A long sigh caused static over the line. “She’s flying to LA, isn’t she?”

“That predictable?”

“I know her better than anyone,” Jax muttered. “I’ll catch the first flight I can.”

“I can pick-“

“I’ll rent a damn car,” Jax responded sharply. There was a long pause of silence before a heavy, regretful sigh. “Shit. Sorry man,” his tone guilty.

“S’okay,” Deeks responded lazily, informing the twins taking it’s toll, the emotions of the day exhausting him.

“I’ll call you when I’m in LA... you okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” Deeks said. Eventually.

“Got someone there with you?” Jax asked worriedly.

“Yeah, house full of people who won’t leave me alone,” Deeks said with a bit of a smile. His team, despite his desire to be alone wouldn’t allow it. His team was there for him, no matter what.

“Good,” Jax replied. “I’ll see you when I get into LA.”

With that they disconnected, that only left Ray to notify. The scent of something cooking had wafted into the living room, whatever it was, Deeks couldn’t identify but it smelt good.

“You’re going to burn it,” Sam’s voice carried to the living room.

“Am not,” Callen argued back quickly. “I’m not completely incompetent in the kitchen.”

The background banter gave Deeks a little smile, a sense of stability, he drew strength knowing his friends would be there. Kensi was still watching him closely from a few steps away as he went through his contacts and went to one labelled only as the letter ‘Z’ so it would show up at the bottom of the list and with no name attached to it.

He let it ring, and ring. “Yeah, you know what time it is here?” Ray’s voice was gruff and obviously he’d been woken up.

“Sorry,” Deeks said. “I didn’t think about it.”

“You sound off man, you okay?”

Kensi’s eyes were on him and Deeks swallowed hard. “Evan died in a accident on his motorcycle this morning... I guess I just thought you should know.”

Ray let out a couple of quiet curses. “When’s the funeral?”

“I haven’t talked to his parents,” Deeks said. “I don’t know... and you aren’t coming down.”

“The hell I’m not,” Ray argued. “I’ll pay my respects.”

Deeks was exhausted and knew no matter what logic he threw at Ray the older man would shut them down. “Be smart about it at least.”

“I will, I have plenty to be living for.” Deeks could hear the cries of Aaron, Ray’s son. “It’s okay Aaron, shhh,” Ray soothed. “I’ll hit you back when I get to the city of angels.”

“Yeah, okay... just... don’t get caught doing this Ray, you’re in witness protection for a reason.”

“I’m aware,” Ray responded. Aaron’s cries got louder. “I got to go. Never shoot back.”

“Always shoot first,” Deeks replied and hung up.

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