The Truth Comes Out After all ( NCIS LA)

The Face of Truth

As a child, Marty deeks often never felt like he belonged anywhere, his rough childhood was a huge impact on that, but also so was how the people at LAPD treated him. Everyone there treated him like shit. They sent him on missions that no one else wanted, and never gave him sufficient back up when he needed it most. When he got the offer for NCIS, he felt wanted for the first time in many years. But with that came the downsides, like Agent Sam Hanna, who never trusted him, or was nice to him. He tolerated the surfer but never openly approved of him, or invited him to barbecues that the rest of the team went to. Deeks accepted it, he wasn't one of them, his badge said LAPD, instead of NCIS.

Callen seemed neutral towards him, he wasn't against the surfer man, but he offered no real advice or help apart from when they were in the field. Deeks didn't mind, Callen was a very private man and was often doing extra work for Hetty because he was team leader, he didn't need the shaggy little orphan boy tagging along for help, asking about things.

Eric was very friendly to Deeks, but that was also his personality. Deeks may call Eric a few nerdy names, but it was all in good fun, because the tech savy man was incredible at his job and kept them all out of harms way and was important. They had a good relationship, as they would ask each other about their weekends and the waves, as both of them surfed. It was more of a secret that Eric surfed, as no one had him pegged as a man that did anything outside of a temperature controlled room with a computer and keyboard, and just thought the man liked the surfer look and personality.

Nell was a sweetheart to everyone, Deeks especially. The others would give him a bit of crap for it when they noticed but they didn't know how far Nell went when she would check on Deeks. Every time LAPD wanted him to go undercover, she would always check the status of his aliases so he was never in danger, and would make sure that he was always backstopped, Something LAPD often failed to do for him. She would also talk to him about the best surfing locations and wave report, so that he was always informed, though he was quite smart and knew when to stay out of the waters, especially on days like today.

Today was an extremely rough day, the case had not ended well, and his team had put blame towards him. How was he supposed to know that the suspect would recognize him from LAPD and then run, and cause a huge shooting in downtown LA, killing one civilian and one fellow officer. He had done everything in his power to stop that, and to get the suspect to stop but it was to no avail- he ran. The team, mostly Sam blamed him. No one spoke to him, no one realized he was bleeding; he'd been hit in the crossfire.

It was not a life-threatening wound, but he was bleeding nonetheless. They all also left without him, leaving him to deal with LAPD, none of which noticed that he was bleeding, they all assumed it was someone else's blood. Once the paperwork there was done, he said screw it and went home. Hetty called, wanting to know where he was but he replied, "dealing with LAPD." Which was more of a lie since he was in his bathroom, trying to pull a bullet out of his forearm with tweezers. It was beyond painful, as he had to dig around and find it and yank it out so that it didn't get infected. Once it was finally out, he poured alcohol all over it to keep it clean and then sewed himself up- all done himself. Hetty later called again and said, "Mr. Deeks, have your report emailed me by tonight, but you are to report to me first thing in the morning tomorrow." He agreed and got to work typing it out on his laptop. Once it was neat and proof read, he sent it in, not noticing that it was nearly 12 in the morning.

Turning his computer off, he lay down but couldn't sleep. He couldn't close his eyes without flashes of today going by. Instead of him getting injured, he saw his teammates die, and it was his entire fault. Since sleep was no option, he grabbed his surfboard and went out. It was high tide and quite dangerous, and still quite dark, he surfed for a bit before laying in the sand, he felt at home, like for once, he belonged. The ocean belonged to no one; it was simply a wild and strong entity that kept going and never stopped, something that resonated in him.