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Delaney moved quietly through the darkness of the hotel room. She used her cell phone for light as she looked around for her clothing. Finding her lace panties she pulled them on. She found her dress in a heap on the floor and held it in her hand until she found the silk and lace corset and fussed with it only doing up half the snaps in her impatience. She pulled her dress up and zipped the back up with few complications. She grabbed her shoes that had been discarded by the bed and put the heels back on. She grabbed her clutch from the desk and moved to the door, she paused. Don’t, she told herself, don’t look back. She did, unable to help herself, she could only see him silhouetted on the bed, she could hear the soft breathing breaking the absolute quiet. She wondered had they met another time, a different place, could there have been something more? Don’t romanticise it Delaney, she scolded herself. She opened the door and closed it behind her as quietly as she could.

She drove on autopilot to Deeks’s place and pulled into the driveway next to Kensi’s vehicle. Grabbing her clutch she locked up her brother’s rental car and walked to the house wondering if she’d been locked out due to the late hour. The door opened easily and it was obvious that everyone was still awake. She heard laugher as she walked in. She removed her shoes and found everyone in the kitchen, an empty bottle of scotch on the table and Deeks, Ray, Jax and Kensi were working their way into a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Ray spotted Delaney first, he looked her up and down and smiled. “Doing the walk-of-shame?”

“No,” she denied heatedly. “I just... was out late. Thinking, something you don’t do often,” she stuck out her tongue at him.

“Yeah, well your wild-sex-hair says otherwise,” Ray responded.

Jax groaned. “I don’t want to hear it, I really don’t want to hear it.”

“What?” Ray questioned, a slight drawl to his voice. “That your sister had sex? She’s thirty-one.”

“Thirty,” Delaney argued quickly.

“Yeah, for like another month,” Deeks chimed in with a grin.

“You keep talking about my age and I’m going to need a drink,” Delaney muttered. “Not that any of you need to be drinking anymore.” She picked up the empty bottle of Scotch. “Don’t tell me this was full when you guys started!”

“It wasn’t,” Deeks quickly assured her.

Delaney looked Deeks over worriedly her hands cupping his face. “You should go to bed, sweetie,” she whispered looking at the alcohol haze in his eyes.

“I’m fine,” Deeks argued pushing her hands away. Jax poured another round and Delaney looked to Kensi who appeared just as bad off as the boys.

“Kensi,” Delaney said softly and the other woman looked up from her shot glass. “Honey, you look wrecked.”

Kensi seemed contemplative of the other woman’s perspective. “I feel wrecked,” Kensi decided.

Delaney looked over to Deeks to see his reaction. “You should go to bed Kens,” Deeks said softly.

With a smile Delaney found the cap and closed the bottle of Jack Daniels. “I was drinking that,” Ray slurred his words just slightly.

“And now you’re going to bed,” Delaney said putting the alcohol away and closing the cupboard door. “Come on,” she clapped her hands together. “Time for bed.”

“We were talking about Evan,” Ray told her as he stood, stumbling and Delaney moved quickly to catch him but stumbled around with him, her light frame unable to bear his weight. “He was... he was a good guy, you know... he didn’t deserve to go out like that.”

Delaney’s eyes watered but she held to Ray’s waist, and the arm around her shoulder, when she took a step he tried to keep in pace as they made their way to the couch. “Arms up,” she told him grabbing the hem of his shirt.

“I have a girl at home,” Ray told her giving her a serious look but he rocked a bit in his stance and it took away from the look’s power.

“If you want to sleep in a sweater and jeans that’s fine by me,” Delaney responded seriously, and with detachment. “I figured you’d want to be more comfortable, and hell, it’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.”

Ray laughed knowing which memory she was referring too. “Skinny dipping.”

“Boxers or jeans?” Delaney asked with a tilt of her head, her hair swung with the movement exposing her neck.

Ray grinned widely. “Still want to deny going out just to get laid? Because there is a hickey that is denying your claim!”

Delaney’s face flushed red, she quickly re-adjusted her hair and looked around to see if the others had heard. She glared at him and put her hands on her hips. “I’m not going to feel sorry for you in the morning when you’re all hungover.” It was a lie, she couldn’t help but feel sorry when someone was hurting, even if it was self inflicted. “You need a hand?” She asked her agitation melting away within a few seconds.

“I got this,” Ray said trying to take off his own shirt only to find himself unable to half way and stumbling, his legs hitting the couch and falling down on it.

Delaney sighed and grabbed the sweater’s end and pulled it off. “You sure you can manage the rest?”

“Got it!” Ray insisted with a smile, he grabbed her hand and placed a kiss on the back. “You’re a good girl, Laney. I love you. Always watchin’ out for everyone.”

She smirked. “You’re drunk.”

He smiled. “Doesn’t make it any less true.”

With a genuine smile she kissed his forehead. “Lay on your side,” she said pointing a warning finger at him.

“Aye, aye, cap-i-tain.”

Delaney left him there and started walking back to the kitchen, she seen Jax staggering into the room they were sharing and knowing her self-sufficient brother, he would be fine on his own. She poked her head into the kitchen to see Kensi hanging onto Deeks the two of them swaying as they tried to take steps together. She couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. “You two okay?”

“Yep,” Deeks nodded, he stopped in his steps, but Kensi kept going and nearly fell back her arm still over Deeks’s shoulders. Kensi smiled finding her footing. Deeks studied the red-headed woman, she’d been gone for most of the day and he was unsure as to how she was really handling Evan’s death. He didn’t particularly like that she’d gone out alone and hooked up with some stranger, but she was nearly thirty and he knew there was pretty little he could say or do in the moment, especially since he couldn’t even manage to stand up straight. Still, he had to at least ask. “You okay Delaney?”

“Yeah,” Delaney responded brightly. “And I’ll be better than the four of you in the morning!”

Deeks shook his head, he could still see the hurt in her eyes, the grief, but knew what they all needed was a good nights rest. The next day was the funeral, and it wasn’t going to be any easier. “Good night,” he said to her as he and Kensi continued their drunken walk.

“Good night Delaney,” Kensi waved back as she staggered on with Deeks.

“G’night you two... don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” she smiled just a little as they both worked their way through the doorway to Deeks room.

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Kensi woke with a hangover. Her head ached and her stomach was unsure of it’s self. She was laying on her side, she looked over to see that Deeks was sleeping on his stomach, his face turned away from her, an arm draped over the side of the bed, he was snoring softly. Deciding he really needed the sleep, and probably would be feeling even worse than she when he woke, she moved slowly as not to wake him.

She shut the bedroom door behind her to keep any noise from the house from waking him. Barefoot, she adjusted the faded blue shirt she’d taken from Deek’s drawers the scent of aftershave and fabric softener clinging to it, the pyjama pants were his too, light blue in colour and far too long. She remembered tripping in them before and walked carefully through the living room. Ray was snoring loudly on the couch a blanked over his body, his feet poking out the end. She made a pit stop in the bathroom reliving her full bladder and brushing her teeth.

Walking into the kitchen she found Delaney reading the newspaper. “Good morning,” Kensi said despite it feeling like a crappy morning.

Delaney smiled winningly at her, she had to have showered after getting everyone to bed since her hair was braided, a little damp where the hair folded into other parts, but she wore cute white and green plaid pyjama shorts and a green tank top. “Good morning Kensi. How are you feeling?”

“Like death warmed over,” Kensi muttered in return, pleased to find that Delaney had made a fresh pot of coffee, and had put out a bottle of ibuprofen beside it. Kensi smiled. “Very smart,” she shook the pill bottle and catching Delaney’s smile. She grabbed a mug, poured in coffee and some skimmed low-fat milk, a few sugars and joined Delaney at the kitchen table.

Delaney closed the paper and studied Kensi for a moment, the agent surprisingly feeling a little nervous under the other woman’s stare and blamed it on the alcohol still sloshing in her stomach. “Thank you,” Delaney said finally.

Kensi knew she had to look confused, Delaney’s words were so left field that Kensi didn’t get it. “For what?”

“Being here,” Delaney said as if it should be obvious. “For Marty. I can see how much your presence means to him... other than Jax, Ray...Evan... and I he hasn’t had much for...” Delaney seemed to be struggling with the word. “Stability,” she decided finally.

“He’s my partner,” Kensi said as if it was her partner duty to stay here with him, she knew it wasn’t. She was doing this because it was Marty, and she cared about him.

“Yeah,” Delaney said as if she didn’t quite believe the innocence of their partnership. “O-kay,” she dawdled with sarcasm.

Kensi wanted a change of subject. “So you’ve known each other a long time.”

“Since we were kids, funny how life works sometimes...” Delaney said. “I met him originally on the beach.”

“You gave him an ice cream cone,” Kensi remembered the story.

Delaney beamed. “He told you that?”

Kensi nodded. “He thinks the world of you.”

Delaney blushed a bit, a little smile coming upon her face. “Two weeks after that day at the beach my family moved into a home just down the road from where Martin lived.”

“You two have been close for a long time,” Kensi commented before taking a sip of her coffee.

“We have,” Delaney said. “We went through hell together. Growing up wasn’t easy for either of us, though he had it far worse.”

Kensi looked up at Delaney, it was strange for Kensi to be around someone who opened up so easily, so freely. Kensi lived in a world of carefully constructed lies, day to day she was someone else entirely. New alias, new legend. Delaney was honest, open to the world, her heart worn proudly upon her sleeve. “His father,” Kensi whispered knowingly.

Delaney nodded. “Gordon John Brandel was not a man you wanted to cross.” She shivered slightly under the cold of old haunting memories. “Some days I’m in complete awe of Martin,” she admitted. “He lived in a house with that man and still managed to come out with a sense of humour and justice... could have turned to crime like Ray had...”

“Doesn’t sound to me like Ray had the greatest of childhoods either,” Kensi said stirring her coffee.

“He didn’t,” Delaney said softly. “His father made meth in their house,” she whispered. “Not exactly the most stable home environment. And what his parents didn’t sell, they used.”

Kensi looked to the living room where Ray was still snoring on the couch. She remembered when she had first met him, he seemed like a good guy, for a criminal. Still, the man had been working to turn his life around. He had that brotherly bond with Deeks, and worked as an informant. When he found out Jenna was pregnant he did everything, risked his own life to stay in Los Angeles to get her, bring her into witness protection with him. He was a father now, he was back in Los Angeles, risking his life, his cover to pay respects to a friend, a brother.

“And you,” Kensi asked curiously. “What was your childhood like?”

“We weren’t as bad off as Martin, or Ray... Evan’s parents might seem normal now, but that’s years of AA meetings talking. Jax and I at least knew we were loved,” Delaney said. “We both born in San Diego. Lived there a few years until our mother fell ill.” Delaney’s thumb fiddled with the ends of the newspaper’s pages as she chewed on her bottom lip. “Dad did his best to balance work, taking care of mom, and Jax and I. We were pretty young, four when she got sick... we moved into the smaller home in Los Angeles when we were six. Mom died when we were nine.”

“I’m sorry,” Kensi said.

Delaney smiled sadly in thanks. “It was hard, but... we knew it was coming. We’d prepared for the inevitable.” Delaney’s green eyes looked at a spot on the wall above Kensi’s head as she blinked back tears. “Marty was there,” she said. “Ray, Evan... they were there for Jackson and I... Dad started working a lot after Mom was gone, pay off the medical bills, we were home alone a lot... If things got to bad at home any one of them, or some nights, all three of them would end up at our house,” she stopped talking and looked to the living room. “Good morning, sunshine!”

Ray flipped her off from where he was now sitting up on the couch. “Stop being so damn chipper,” he told her.

“Coffee’s on.”

“You’re a goddess,” Ray changed his tune grabbing his discarded sweater from the night before and pulling it over his head.

Delaney smirked. “Couldn’t get your jeans off last night, could you?”

“No,” he muttered as he shuffled his way to the bathroom.

Shaking her head Delaney returned her gaze to Kensi. “What was your childhood like?”

“I was a daddy’s girl,” Kensi admitted, Delaney being so easy to talk to. “He was a marine.”

“Fitting,” Delaney decided and Kensi tilted her head and raised an eyebrow in question. “We’re all either because of, or in spite of our parents. You’re because of. You honoured your father when you decided to become a police officer, to help people, just like him.”

“He died,” Kensi admitted. “I joined... the police force,” she quickly caught herself and reminded herself not to give away too much. Delaney was so easy to talk to, and she was trusted so deeply by Deeks, and she spoke with out worry that she was giving away too much. “To try and find out what happened.”

Delaney’s eyes held compassion but they flicked away when the bathroom door opened. “What are you ladies talking about?” Ray asked in a gruff voice as he walked past them and to the counter where he poured himself a mug of coffee.

“Oh you know, chick-flicks, chocolate, and menstrual cramps,” Delaney smiled at him brightly.

Ray made a face. “God,” he muttered under his breath. “Why aren’t any of the other guys up yet?”

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Second day in a row wearing a suit had Deeks feeling uncomfortable. Maybe it was hangover. He hadn’t even wanted to drink his morning coffee incase it made a reappearance. He adjusted his tie and found everyone waiting for him in the living room. Kensi was braiding Delaney’s hair and it warmed his heart, Delaney was like a sister to him, he wanted her and Kensi to get along. Jax looked deflated in the chair, an arm over his eyes. Ray was putting on his shoes, but all in all, everyone but Delaney was feeling the post-inebriation pain.

Jax moved his arm and looked to his sister. “Do you have the keys?”

“Yeah,” she replied and thanked Kensi when she tied off her hair.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Jax muttered under his breath. “You’re driving.”

“Really?” Delaney pepped up.

“I’m pretty sure I’d still blow over,” Jax said standing and swaying a little, Deeks reaching out to steady him. “How can I feel so hungover and still be drunk?”

“Bennett curse,” Delaney responded with a sad shake of her head. “Alcohol is not our friend.”

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“Do you think Marianne is going to throw a fit?” Ray asked Delaney as the five of them walked up the pathway to the burial site.

Delaney gestured. “Look at everyone who’s shown up, she won’t even know I’m here.”

Deeks took a deep breath, the chatter of his friends as they took the lead and he fell back a few steps. In tune with her partner, Kensi shortened her stride and fell in pace with Deeks naturally, instinctively. She looked over at him, he looked good in his grey suit, the aviator sunglasses to block out the brutal mid-day sun that threatened to fry their hungover brains. He looked over at her and she quickly turned way a little embarrassed that she’d been caught staring.

She knew she didn’t have to be there. He had the support of his friends. But when she stood in that crowd, heard the prayers, the speech Marianne had prepared she was glad that she’d allowed her heart to be heard over her head. Deeks’s hand held hers, their fingers interlocked as if they were meant to be just like that, every second of every day. She squeezed his hand, and he held her’s tighter.

He turned his head and she followed the movement just in time to see him wipe a tear that he’d obviously not wanted her to see. She heard Delaney sob, the rumble of Jax’s voice as he comforted her, Ray rubbing circles on the woman’s back.

Kensi returned her attention to Deeks who was now staring at her, but didn’t look away because he’d been caught, he just kept on staring from behind his dark glasses. She couldn’t see his eyes, and through her sunglasses she figured he couldn’t see hers. She felt lost with out his eyes that she seemed to have been able to read since she though he was Jason Wyler.

She wasn’t sure what it was, but something had changed, Kensi could feel it. Maybe it was that she realized her heart was beating a little faster. Maybe it was the way they were standing, physically so close, their hands held together. She wasn’t sure... but something in that moment had changed. She wasn’t sure what the change was, wasn’t sure what it meant, or where it would take them... but she was willing to ride it out, with him.

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He wanted to be at the funeral, to see the devastation the death of Evan Ellis brought Martin Deeks. He couldn’t though. He had other plans. Important plans. He walked up to the door like he owned the place, and used the picks to unlock the door, something he’d learned from the internet. He heard the dog nails on the hard wood and pulled dog treats out of the pouch he wore around his waist, looking like any other jogger in Los Angeles. He tossed one to the dog who picked it up and trotted back to his doggie bed to enjoy it.

He smiled, it had been easier than he had thought. He didn’t really want to hurt the dog... he liked dogs... despite the fact that it would really hurt Deeks, the dog didn’t need to be hurt. Maybe later he’d come back for the dog. He crouched and pet the fur, checked the tag. “Monty,” he read out loud before giving the dog another treat.

Though Evan Ellis hadn’t been his idea, or his fault, it had inspired him. Evan’s death had brought in more of Deeks’s nearest and dearest... he had to make sure they stayed for the events... new events that he had planned.

He worked his way through the bag in the living room. “Charlie Mitchell,” he read looking at the next day depart time. He shook his head. That wouldn’t do. He picked up the return plane ticket and passport opening it to look at the picture. “Looks like you’re misplaced your flight paperwork Mr Mitchell.”

He found two sets of suitcases in the spare room. Multiple red ones, and one black one with a brief case beside it. He opened the black one first, no return plane ticket, paperwork. Signed papers for a lease in Los Angeles. He checked the passport and memorized the face. “Well Jackson Bennett, if you’re sticking around,” he smiled. “You can play in the game.” He quickly jotted down what would be Jax’s LA address on Friday when the lease begun. Carefully he put everything back where he had found it and moved to the red suitcases.

“A woman,” he muttered knowing only a female packed so much. He started with the biggest case. Mostly it was clothing. She didn’t have a return ticket and he smiled, perhaps she would be staying with her brother.

Over the carefully folded clothing he found a hard folder on top, he opened it and realized why, pictures, the hard top was to protect them and keep them from bending. They all had logos on the bottom of a modelling company. He smiled flipping through the pictures, corsets, cute little panties, push-up bras.

He found her passport for her name. “Delaney,” he rolled the name over on his tongue. “Delaney Bennett, lingerie model.” He put the passport back, but unable to help himself, enticed by the woman’s long legs, dark red hair, the sultry look of the white lingerie set with stockings, he took one of the photographs with him.

It had been so long since he’d been with a woman. It was all Martin Deeks’s fault. Rage boiled once again within him. Deeks needed to suffer! Why should he have the support of his friends? Why should he know the love of a woman? Why should he have a nice home? A dog? Two cars? Surfboards? Why should Deeks have anything when that ‘detective’ had taken everything away from him?

Soon enough he’d make sure that the material objects ceased to matter. One way or another he’d make sure he had no more friends to lean on. Sooner or later he’d take away the one he loved most. The thought of Deeks suffering brought a smile upon his face. With Charlie Mitchell’s passport and boarding pass as well as the picture of Delaney he left, pausing only to give another treat to Monty and lock up the door behind himself.

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