NCIS: LA FANFICTION: Madison

Whats Wrong With Me

I sat in the interrogation room alone for at least 20 minuets. Finally, Deeks walked in with Kensi. "Hey...kiddo." He said. "Hi." I mumbled. "Do you know what you just did?" He asked. "I tried to kill myself...but I don't want to die. It was like someone was in my head telling me to do it. I couldn't control it." I cried. Kensi looked like she was going to cry her eyes out. "Maddie...we think you have Post Tramatic Stress Disorder." Deeks said. "But...I'm too young...and I'm not a Veteren." I sniffled. "I know, but your mother just died and you can get it from a death of someone you loved. You have had dreams about your mom and you just had an uncontrollable anger outburst. All symptoms of Post Tramatic Stress Disorder." Kensi said. "You also tried to kill yourself." Uncle Deeks said. "We can help you..." Kensi said. "Why do you hate me?" I asked Deeks. I had to ask. "I don't...I love you." He was shocked. "I remind you of what my father did to her." I told him. "You do...but that doesn't matter. You wouldn't be living with me if I hated you. I promise you I love you and so did your mother." He said. "Then why did she do what she did?" I asked. "She didn't have what she craved the most. She did drugs because of what happened, but that doesn't have to do with you. What Andrew did to her had nothing to do with you. She used to tell me the one thing that she doesn't regret is you. She said it was awful what had happened to her...but you were worth it." He held my hand. I started crying. He took of my cuffs and hugged me. "We can get through this." He said. Aiden motioned to go outside. I followed him. "My dad told me you have PTSD." He said. I nodded. "I'm here for you...I'm done with military school. I wanna be a NCIS agent." He smiled. "That's great." I smiled. "I heard you want to too." He said. "Yah...maybe we could be partners." I looked in his eyes. "I would love that...not love...um...like...you know...not like..." He stuttered. "I know what you mean." I laughed. I smiled. "What?" I asked. "Nothing." He kept smiling. We asked Hetty if we could work as interns. "Yes...you though need to make sure you are okay and can get better. But you we seemed to catch it early it might not take that long  to cure." Hetty said to me. I nodded. "One thing you need to know is there isn't something wrong with you...you have a disorder, that doesn't mean something is wrong with you." She said.