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There had been tears. She’d taken getting the shards of glass removed from her feet, she’d shouldered the emotional roller coaster of being kidnapped, but from the time Deeks first held her in his arms when she’d run to him, to the time they sat down to talk there had been no tears. And then he’d told her about Jackson.

“It’s his liver,” Deeks found his own voice breaking as he told her. Jax was his friend too, after everything that had happened, everything that they’d been through, everything that had been lost it seemed too cruel to lose Jax too. “The damage was too extensive.”

Tears fell immediately from her big green eyes. “W-what do you m-mean?” She shuddered. “He’s... he’s alive right?” She wanted to think that she would simply know if her twin brother was to leave this world.

“Yes, yes,” Deeks said quickly patting her knee. “But... he needs a transplant.”

Which brought Deeks to now. Another afternoon spent in a hospital, staring out the window in a waiting room. The rest of the team was back at the office, paperwork and questioning Gary Stadden, Trent’s brother who had been brought in by Renko’s team.

“More coffee?” Ray asked extending a hand.

“Thanks,” Deeks replied.

“I wouldn’t thank me,” Ray responded leaning against the wall. “This coffee sucks. Shouldn’t even be called coffee, it should be called mud, at least then you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Does it have caffeine?”

“I assume so. If not I feel very cheated.”

Deeks shrugged and took a sip. It wasn’t that bad. He’d had worse at the precinct.

“Should be moved into recovery soon,” Ray commented checking his watch. He was glad he wasn’t under watch, sure, Agent Nassir had been an alright guy- for a cop- but being around someone in law enforcement for so long made Ray itchy. Deeks being he obvious exception to the rule. Then again, Kensi wasn’t so bad either, but she was mighty fine to look at.

Deeks was anxious. He wanted to go for a run, maybe a surf, perhaps even throw a few punches into the heavy bag. He wanted to do something, anything to rid himself of this itch right under his skin. He was worried. There were so many things that could go wrong. What if Jax’s body didn’t take to the new organ? What if Delaney’s couldn’t support recovery?

He’d sat in the office with Delaney when she’d been talking to the doctor and he’d explained the procedure to them. Deeks could break down the lengthy conversation down to this: Delaney would be operated on first, the surgeons taking a portion of her liver then operate on Jax and take out his liver that was no longer functioning and put in the section of Delaney’s. Deeks- not being of medical background- still wasn’t exactly sure how it all went down and his mind had been nothing but white noise when it came to medical jargon. It didn’t matter the risks that had been clearly lined out, Deeks knew that Delaney wouldn’t sit back and do nothing, she’d just signed the papers and then when she passed the sheets over did he realize what she’d done.

“Can’t have Jax be my next-of-kin right now,” Delaney had whispered softly.

Jax had, in a brief moment of wakefulness, signed off on Ray being his for the procedure, so both Ray and Deeks had their own worry in making decisions for the twins should anything go wrong.

Deeks stared out the window. The sun had already come up, cars were coming and going from the parking lot a silver SRX catching his eye. He watched as Kensi exited the vehicle reached back in and pulled out a big bag of take-out and a cardboard tray of real, honest to God coffee.

Ray noticed the change in Deeks, the despondent eyes lit up, slouched posture became a little straighter, a slight quirk to his lips. Ray followed Deeks’s line of sight and was unsurprised to spot Kensi crossing the parking lot. He tossed his still nearly full coffee into the waste bin with a smile. Anything was better than that hospital garbage.

Kensi came into the waiting room a few minutes later back first as she held balanced the drinks and kept a grip on the big bag of food, food that smelled fantastic. The men descended upon her like vultures.

“Is that real coffee?” Deeks practically whined.

“Do I smell shawarmas?”

“Okay, you could not know that they were shawarma by scent,” Kensi glared playfully at Ray.

“Must be picking up detective skills from Marty here,” he replied pointing to the Shawarma Shack logo.

“So,” Kensi started as she passed off the coffee’s to Deeks plucking hers from the cardboard holder. “Have you guys heard anything?”

“Nothing,” Ray complained trying to keep the mood light as he lead them over to the small sitting section and took a chair, Kensi and Deeks sat on the small couch across from him.

It was hard enough to think of the twins under the knife, Ray couldn’t accept anything but them both coming out fine. They’d just lost Evan, Deeks had been targeted, Jax had hung on too long to go out now, and Delaney... Ray shook his head. No, he wasn’t going to lose more family today.

“Delaney is okay,” Deeks said. “Well... the first part of the procedure went okay, but they told me that hours ago... we haven’t heard anything since.”

She handed Deeks the spicy chicken shawarma since she knew he liked it best. “Got a cheesy beef and another spicy chicken, which do you want?” she asked Ray.

“Gimme the beef.” Kensi passed it over and started to eat the other chicken one herself.

“So, get anything out of Gary Stadden?” Deeks asked between mouthfuls.

“Yeah,” Kensi said with a snort of laughter. “He was already confessing to Faraday before they even parked the car at the boat shed.”

“Either Faraday is really good or Gary Stadden is feeling really guilty,” Deeks responded.

Kensi shrugged. She knew Noah Faraday, she knew more about him than she would through their acquaintanceship because of Sierra. “From what I’ve heard he’s a good interrogator, then again I gathered that neither he or Cooper said anything, the guy just stared spilling the beans.”

“What’s going to happen to him?” Ray asked before taste testing his coffee and letting out a sigh of contentment.

“Well... he knew what his brother was going to do. He’s an accessory to murder. It’ll go to court, he’s likely to see quite a bit of prison time.”

“Speaking of prison time,” Deeks said. “What about Matt? And what about Brent Harrison?”

Kensi sighed. She’d bumped into Renko in the hall at the office and he was a mix of worry and anger. “Honestly,” she shrugged. “Not sure. The entire precinct is going to be put under the microscope. Big inquiry. Judge has flagged Bernhart as a flight risk,” biting her lip she wrapped up the three quarters of her shawarma having lost her appetite with the way the conversation was heading. “He has to stay in prison until his court date. Luckily it’s not gen-pop.”

“He’d get shanked,” Ray said with an understanding nod of prison life. He knew exactly how rough general population could be, but being a cop going in... wouldn’t make it three days if he slept with his eyes open. “Protective custody?”

Kensi nodded and chewed on her bottom lip till Deeks nudged her with his shoulder, a look of worry on his face. “I ran into Mike.”

“Ah...” Deeks responded. He knew how close Renko was to Matt. “Not taking it well.”

“He’s going to talk to Nate. Voluntarily.”

Deeks’s eyebrows shot up. “Huh.” He’d never heard of anyone going to Nate voluntarily. The guy was nice enough, sure, but he was the operational psychologist, and going to him practically announced that something was wrong.

“Mike’s good about going to someone when something is bothering him. He likes human sound boards, getting other peoples perspectives,” Kensi clarified. If Callen voluntarily went to Nate she’d start thinking about having the man institutionalized, Mike going wasn’t so out of the blue. “Still... I’m worried about him. Hell, I’m worried about Matt. If it wasn’t for him pointing us to Harrison we might never have found out that Trent Stadden was innocent.”

Deeks sighed. Did it change anything? Really? Had Matt’s sacrifice mattered? Trent Stadden was dead by his own hand- his life had been torn up so bad that he’d become subhuman, some lower life form that murdered, used emotional warfare, kidnapped two females to play house. Deeks shuddered. It wasn’t right and Harrison had started it all.

“Harrison?”

“Also labelled a flight risk. With all of his ranting and raving and he even took a swing at Sam-“

“What?” Deeks was shocked.

“Yeah,” Kensi smirked. “He’s going into solitary confinement till trial. Until the trial dates, all we can really do is wait.” Kensi sat back on the little couch and sipped her coffee.

“And the precinct is under investigation?” Deeks whispered.

“Yeah. I see it getting real messy over there for a while.”

Deeks nodded. He had his papers, the ones to become an agent, but he still wasn’t ready to sign them. He wouldn’t walk away from the LAPD just because the precinct was in a bit of trouble.

“Mr Deeks and... Mr Mitchell?” A young nurse questioned from the doorway.

“Yeah,” Deeks stood, Kensi taking a stand beside him her hand slipping into his.

“I have good news on Miss Delaney Bennett and Mr Jackson Bennett. Both have come out of surgery, vitals are good, they’re in recovery. The procedure couldn’t have gone smoother. They’re both in recovery now but they’ll be kept sedated for a while, we’re keeping them monitored very closely but... we’re optimistic that both will make a full recovery.”

The three let out oh-thank-god laughter and smiled.

“Best news I’ve had all week,” Deeks said dropping back down into the couch.

::

“Where’s Sam?” Nell asked as she walked into the nearly empty bullpen. It was odd to see the desks empty, to hear nothing but Callen’s pen swiftly racing along the page as he filled out paperwork.

“Sent him home,” Callen responded with a yawn. “Zack has a soccer tournament today, figured he could get there before it started.”

Nell took Kensi’s chair and rolled it over beside Callen before she took a seat. “So... about Madeleine Stadden...”

“Not our case,” Callen said shutting a folder and tossing it in the out pile. “LAPD is re-opening it... but a cold case that old... they do have the viable DNA test, but since it had been tampered with once a lawyer would argue over it’s integrity.”

“This girl... this family... they might never get justice. Some sick-“

Callen’s hand squeezed her knee. “I know. Sometimes... sometimes we win... we got back Delaney and Kaylee, and... sometimes we lose... the Stadden family.”

Nell watched as Callen went to his next file and started filling it out. “How are you holding up?”

“Holding up? I’m fine, Nell,” Callen insisted.

“You watched a man... kill himself, G.”

“All in a day’s work, right?” Callen brushed it off and she had come to expect such a thing from him. He never let anything bother him, or at least, he didn’t try to show that bother to her.

“No... no it’s not.”

Callen sighed. “No, it’s not, but I’m okay, Nell.” He rotated his neck before focussing back at the paperwork, the investigation was a nightmare, the paperwork was just as bad. “Isn’t the first time, likely won’t be the last.”

It was depressing and it twisted Nell’s insides into knots. Every time he left the office she got worried. Even their little quip of anger over the phone... she had vented to Eric and then felt guilty. Callen was her boss, she had to respect that - even though it wasn’t easy to be his fiancee while he was going out and getting shot at.

“Sorry I got snappy with you.”

Callen’s pen slipped and marked up his page a bit. He stared at it and then turned to her. “Did you just apologise?”

She glared playfully. “Yes.”

“Huh...” Callen finished his sentence and then put down the pen so he could turn and face her, say this properly. “Look Nell,” he said taking her hands in his. “When I’m here, in this office, when I’m out in the field, when I wear my badge- I’m your boss. I need you to do your job, whatever it is. I know that sometimes I ask the impossible of you, of Eric... but you know, neither one of you have ever let me down.”

She nodded. “I know, G.”

It wasn’t easy for either of them, finding the balance between their work relationship and their home relationship. If they couldn’t make it work, Callen knew he’d have to change teams, he didn’t want to break up the dynamic duo of Eric and Nell, then again, he wouldn’t want to give up his team either. He needed her to understand just what was at stake, they had to work harmoniously. In this job... they couldn’t afford not to.

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