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Deeks, Delaney and Ray had gone to pick up food, while Kensi and Jax went back to Deeks’s place to clean up after the previous night’s drinking binge. Kensi had changed out of her dress and heels and into a pair of jeans and her last clean shirt, she either needed to do laundry or go home and get some clean clothing. When she emerged from the room, Jax too had ditched at least his jacket, tie, and vest wearing only the grey collared shirt, and black slacks. He’d unfastened the two buttons at the end of his sleeves so he could push them up to work.

“Deeks told me you’re planning on sticking around,” Kensi said following him into the kitchen and immediately stacking the shot glasses they’d used the night before.

“Yeah, my condo lease starts tomorrow,” Jax replied finding a cloth before turning on the water waiting for it to warm up. “I’ve been trying to set up a architect firm here in Los Angeles for a few years, but... its been a little rocky with my home crew,” he wet the cloth and turned off the tap before ringing the cloth out. “I think I finally have staff that should be able to keep things running while I’m gone.”

“That’s good,” Kensi said bringing the glasses over to the sink while Jax went to clean off the table that was sticky from spilled shots, or bad pours. “Excited?”

Jax shrugged. “I was,” he admitted quietly.

Kensi bit the inside of her cheek. There was grief on the man’s face, but he just finished wiping down the table and didn’t say anything more. “Delaney sticking around too?”

“Yeah,” Jax said standing back up straight and tossing the cloth into the sink as the front door swung open and Ray came in first with two large pizza boxes, Deeks came in with smaller ones that Kensi guessed were filled with bread sticks, and Delaney was hugging a brown paper bag to her chest and kicked the door shut behind her.

“Pepsi and 7Up,” Delaney said coming into the kitchen still wearing her heels. “I wasn’t sure what you liked,” she said looking at Kensi.

“And the rest of us don’t matter,” Ray said coming into set the pizza’s down. Left the room to change out of the suit.

“You’ll drink what I get for you,” Delaney responded with a quirk of her lips before she walked away to go take her shoes off, and get changed.

Deeks set down the boxes of bread sticks on the table and took off his suit jacket setting it over the back of his chair. He sat down and let out a breath listening to the conversation going on. He enjoyed the fact that Kensi seemed at home in his place.

“So if you’re leasing a place,” Kensi picked her conversation with Jax back up as she opened the cupboard to get plates. “Does that mean you’ll be around for a while?”

Jax nodded. “I’ll need six months just to oversee the basic start up, another six to hopefully build a client base and get the word out there.”

“And Delaney will be helping? Is that why she’d staying in town?”

“Um... no,” Jax replied. “She came in and helped me with paperwork when I started up my first office, but no, not this time, I have one of my secretaries flying in to give me a hand for the first month until I can hire and train someone.”

“So what is it Delaney does?” Kensi realized she had no idea.

Jax seemed momentarily uncomfortable. “She’s a model,” he responded.

Kensi was a little surprised but then realized she probably shouldn’t be. The woman was gorgeous, incredibly tall, and had a different look about her that would surely incite modelling agencies. “She’s got the legs for it,” Kensi noted.

“So I hear,” Jax responded clearly uncomfortable with his sister’s occupation.

She looked at him puzzled as she put down the plates and he put down some glasses.

“Jax tends to be unable to put the word lingerie in the same conversation as his sister,” Deeks cleared up Kensi’s confusion with a playful grin. “Delaney is a lingerie model.”

“Ah,” Kensi responded. “In that case, she’s really got the legs for it.” Jax shot her a glare but she smiled and he shook his head.

“Who’s got the legs for what?” Ray asked as he stepped into the kitchen now dressed in a worn out pair of jeans and black t-shirt.

“Delaney, for modelling,” Deeks filled Ray in.

“Hell yes she does,” Ray agreed sitting down and opening the box of pizza, the aroma filling the room. Deeks’s stomach growled, having skipped breakfast and lunch he was starving.

Delaney came back in wearing floral print dress that didn’t quite meet her knees. She sat down across from Kensi and Deeks kicked his partner lightly under the table gaining her attention he nodded his head toward Delaney and Kensi realized Ray and Jax were trying to keep from laughing as Delaney used her fork and knife trying to pick up a piece from the box.

“You could just grab it,” Ray taunted.

“It’s not even hot,” Jax prodded.

“Shut it,” Delaney muttered under her breath being use to the boy’s taunts about her eating habits, and her avoidance of actually touching food. She finally got a piece and was able to lift it from it’s cheesy brethren, with a smile she started pulling it to her plate only to have her brother snag it and take a quick bite. “Jackson!”

He smiled. “This is really good pizza.”

She glared. “You’re a butt head.”

“Your insults haven’t developed since you were six.”

Deeks took pity and grabbed a slice putting it on her plate. “Eat it,” he told her.

“Sure, mom,” she muttered with a smile as she cut the pizza in to tiny little bites.

“Christ, it’s going to take you an hour to eat a single slice,” Ray said shaking his head, his dark but greying around the edges hair swayed with the movement. Delaney said nothing but poked him with her fork.

::

“I swear it was here,” Ray ran his hand through his dark hair. He’d already gone through his small black luggage case three times. His passport and return ticket were missing.

“Well it’s not there now,” Deeks said with a sigh as he stood in a pair of blue and white plaid boxers and green t-shirt, he yawned ready for bed. “Where else might you have put it?”

“I’m telling you, I left it in the front pocket so I wouldn’t lose it,” Ray said his temper fraying as he let out a long string of curses.

“Six point five,” Jax said flipping through the news paper on the couch.

“Really, I’d only give him a five,” Delaney said before taking a sip of her lemon ginger tea. “No style. Really, I expected better cursing from you Ray.”

“This isn’t funny,” Ray snapped. “I have work on Saturday, Jenna expects me home mid-day tomorrow! This isn’t a vacation! I have responsibilities. I’ve left her there alone to take care of Aaron, I can’t miss my shift, I can’t loose my job.”

Jax shut the newspaper touching with the gravity of Ray’s situation. “Sorry, I’ll help you look for it.”

“You must have just taken it out,” Delaney said, she too getting to her feet. “It has to be around here somewhere.”

Kensi emerged from the bathroom, steam from her shower escaping. She’d done a load of laundry and was wearing her own pair of black pajama shorts and a purple spaghetti strapped top, her hair wrapped up in her towel. Delaney was looking under the couch. Jax was going into the kitchen and Deeks was going through Ray’s suitcase.

“I’ve already done that three times,” Ray told Deeks.

“I’m quadruple checking,” Deeks insisted.

“What’s going on?” Kensi asked.

“Ray lost his passport,” Deeks responded through gritted teeth.

“And my ticket home,” Ray said with a sigh. “I’m screwed. I’m in wit-pro! How am I even to go about getting another passport? And how long will it take to get one?”

“A while, even if I pull favours,” Deeks admitted.

Ray let out another long string of curses.

“That’s a ten,” Jax called.

“Nine point two,” Delaney argued.

“What are you? The German judge?” he asked his sister.

“Ha-ha,” she replied dryly. “Not under the couch,” she informed Ray.

Three hours of searching the house got them no where, the passport and boarding pass were simply gone. Ray had done some impressively inventive cursing upon the realization.

“Now what?” Ray muttered flopping down on the couch beside where Delaney and Kensi were already sitting.

“I need help with the heavy lifting for my condo,” Jax said sitting down in the chair. “Come stay with me, help me get things set up.”

“What about Jenna? Aaron? Work?”

“Fact of the matter is,” Jax said leaning his elbows on his knees. “You don’t have a passport, no passport, no going anywhere. Jenna will be fine for another week or so till you get your passport, she can look after Aaron.”

“And work?”

“Just explain what happened.”

“And when they decide to fire my ass and hire someone else?”

“Do you have a bunch of demerits there already?” Jax asked in a teasing tone. “You’re going to have to call them,” he said more serious now. “Explain the situation, tell them you’ll keep them informed, keep it professional.”

Ray rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I need to be flying out tomorrow. There was a reason I only took the days I needed for the wake and funeral. I need to do this job.”

“Ray,” Deeks said sternly. “You doing something stupid again?”

Ray nearly growled. “No. If I was, I’d be getting paid better.” Ray got up to pace, unable to sit still any longer. “Living is expensive, so is a kid. You know what diapers cost these days? Jenna can’t work yet.”

“It’s the money,” Jax said as it dawned on him.

“I’ve got money,” Delaney said with her wide eyes fixed on Ray. “I could-“

“No,” Ray said with a stern shake of his head.

“But-“

“No,” he said again. “I’m not taking your money Laney.”

“It’s fine, I have enough,” she said standing.

It hurt Ray’s pride, Deeks knew, to take help. Most men wanted to be able to provide, and didn’t want to admit they needed help much less take it. Especially from a woman.

“I need help with the heavy lifting of furniture for my condo,” Jax said. “I’ll pay you to give me a hand.”

“Jax,” Ray warned with the tone of his voice.

“Look, I’d have to pay some teenage kid from the company to do it otherwise, and they’ll likely run my stuff into walls. I’d rather pay someone to help me get the job done right. I mean, it’s not like Delaney’s going to be much help.”

Kensi was a tough woman, had Jax have said that to her, she’d be the first one there on moving day. She’d push her muscles to the limit in order to prove herself capable and strong. Delaney was not the same, the woman grinned and shrugged. “I leave lifting heavy objects to the cavemen in my life,” Delaney’s voice soft and teasing.

“I don’t see you having many other options at this point,” Jax said with a raised eyebrow.

Ray sighed, nodded. “Thanks man.... I got to call Jenna.”

Jax laughed as he got up. “Good luck with that, good night.”

::

Friday morning was madness, everyone trying to get ready at the same time. Kensi and Deeks were both returning to work, Jax and Ray were both up ready to get moving Jax’s stuff, the only sloth was Delaney, she’d shuffled her way from bed, made herself some tea, sat down in the kitchen with the newspaper and sat there out of the hustle and bustle of everyone taking turns in the bathroom, making breakfast, and doctoring their coffee’s.

“Laney,” Jax called. “I thought you were coming with me.”

“I’ll call a cab,” she replied looking over at Deeks. “I’ll lock up when I leave.”

“You still remember where the key is?”

Delaney nodded. “Above the door under the loose bit of siding.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Don’t leave LA without telling me.”

“I won’t,” she promised. “We still haven’t gone surfing together... tomorrow morning?”

“It’s a date,” he said ruffling her hair affectionately before he said quick goodbyes to Jax and Ray and hurried out the door with Kensi, not wanting to be late for their first day back to work.

::

Deeks phone rang as he sat in traffic with Kensi. He stopped flicking through radio stations much to Kensi’s relief and looked the ID. He swallowed hard. Kensi looked over at him, having expected him to answer by now. “Hey, you okay?”

He showed her the ID. “Last time Bates called...”

She patted his knee in comfort before returning her hand to the wheel.

Taking in a deep breath he answered the phone and put it up to his ear. “This is Deeks.”

“Hey, you have a package, it arrived at the precinct. No postmarks, no return address.”

Deeks didn’t like the sound of that. “How was it delivered?”

“Dropped outside,” Bates responded. “Should I be worried?”

“I’d be suspicious,” Deeks admitted. “Verging on worried.” He covered the speaker. “We need to go to the precinct,” he told Kensi before dropping his hand and returning to his conversation with Bates. “What kind of package is it?”

“Thin,” Bates responded. “Eight by eleven, not a bomb or anything. Flimsy, paper likely inside.”

“My partner and I are about ten minutes out... be there soon.” He hung up the phone and called Hetty.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr Deeks?”

“Kens and I are going to be a little late,” he went on to explain the mysterious package that had shown up for him at the precinct.

“Do you know what this could be pertaining to?” Hetty asked.

“No, at least, not yet. I’ll call back once I see what’s inside. With any luck I’m blowing this entirely out of proportion.”

“A bit of paranoia can help keep you alive in this line of work, Mr Deeks. I will inform Mr Callen, please keep me appraised of the situation.”

“I will Hetty,” he responded hanging up the phone and preparing himself for the worst.

::

He walked into the precinct but he didn’t feel at home, he never truly had there but it was as close as he had gotten until he’d started with NCIS. The office of special projects was a special place, and in it was his family, and there he was home.

“Any speculation?” Kensi asked as she tailed him through the halls since he knew where he was going where as she didn’t.

“Hey Deeks,” one of the cops greeted in passing.

“I thought you weren’t particularly liked by your brother’s in blue,” Kensi whispered.

“I’m not, but I guess some time and space has...” his voice tapered off.

“Well, well, well, what has the cat coughed up?... Deeks.”

“Harrison,” Deeks grumbled.

Detective Harrison smiled winningly over at Kensi. “Hello there, I’m Brent Harrison,” he extended his hand to her, but she could feel the tension radiating from her partner.

She looked to the hand and then back to his face. “Good for you,” she responded.

“Usually when one introduces themselves, they get a name in return.”

“Usually,” Kensi conceded with a straight face.

Harrison let his hand fall back to his side but whatever he had been about to say next was cut off by Bates. “Deeks! Get in here.”

“Yeah, coming,” Deeks responded stepping around Harrison and moving around other officers till he and Kensi got to Bate’s office. “So... where is it?”

Bates grabbed the sealed yellowish brown envelope and handed it over. In messy writing, all upper-cased letters was two words. Martin Deeks. The envelope was light, could twist and Deeks did believe Bates’s hypotheses that paper was inside. A note? A picture? But why here? And who?

Taking a deep breath he dug his nail under the seal and ripped the envelope in a few places. He reached in and by the texture he figured it was basic paper used for printing. He pulled it out to see he had been correct, an old newspaper article had been printed out on it. His heart started hammering in his chest, his mouth dropped open, his stomach twisted into knots. He swallowed hard, tried to get his emotions under control.

“Marty?” Kensi touched his arm and felt him flinch under the contact.

He shoved the paper back into the envelope. “We should get to work,” he said his voice under control thanks to years of undercover work. He forced a playful grin upon his face. “Come on.”

Figuring he didn’t want to talk about whatever it was in front of Bates she gave a little nod, but both knew that this would be brought back up in the car.

“Should I be worried?” Bates asked.

“No... if you find anymore of these though, call me,” Deeks said.

“Yeah, sure,” Bates said eyeing him suspiciously but shrugging his shoulders and walking around his desk having more work to be doing.

Deeks walked out first and Kensi followed him, he kept his head down not wanting to talk to any of the other officers or detectives. He inadvertently ran into someone. “Sorry,” both he and the female traffic cop said at the same time. Short platinum blonde hair, bright blue eyes, she was on the shorter side of things, but he’d heard she was capable. “Ava,” he said remembering her name, she doubled as one of the police sketch artists.

“Deeks,” she nodded. “Sorry about that, in a hurry.” He stepped out of her way and she patted his arm. “Have a good one, and be safe out there!”

“You too,” he called but she had already rounded the corner with her swiftness.

Kensi raised her eyebrow. “Ava Vogel,” he said as they walked down the hall. “Traffic cop, sketch artist.” He opened the door, walking out first and holding the door for his partner letting it go once she was outside.

“So,” Kensi said as they walked down the stairs.

He knew exactly what she wanted him to say. He wasn’t ready. The envelope tightly in his grasp he kept it close to his chest. “In the car,” he responded preferring if his LAPD brothers and sisters weren’t privy to the conversation they were about to have.

Kensi nodded and felt her heart kick up, something was wrong with her partner, he was good at masking it, and she figured no one else would notice, but she’d seen his face when he’d first opened the envelope and seen what was inside. She walked around to the drivers side and used her key to unlock the door. She opened it and hit the unlock all doors button so Deeks could get in. She waited silently, her hands in her lap, her eyes on his profile.

Deeks said nothing, he just handed her the envelope so she could see it for herself.

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