The Empty glass of truth.

Chapter one.

Deeks woke up an annoying buzzing noise in his ear. After hitting his alarm clock a few times he realized it was his phone, "What's up Kenz?" he asked still half asleep.

"Marty...Marty is that you?" a woman's voice sounded shaky down the phone.

"Mom? What's wrong?" Deeks immediately shot up in bed wide awake.

There was a scuffle, a scream and a thud. Then the phone went dead. Deeks shot out of bed and pulled his jeans and sneakers on.

Deek pulled up less than 5 minutes later outside his mothers' house. Jumping out of the car and not even waiting to close the door he ran into his mother's home. "MOM!" he yelled looking around the house, the once immaculate rooms had been trashed, books, papers and glass everywhere. He pulled his gun, taking it in room, by room, whoever had been through here had been violent with every room, this didn't seem like a normal robbery. He stopped as he saw a hand sticking out from behind the counter in the kitchen, walking around the corner gun drawn he let out a shaky sob of relief when he realized it wasn't his mother, but the hand of a strange blond haired man.

He heard a noise out the back and ran towards it; he looked out in time to see his mother, her blonde hair whipped round in frenzy as she saw him.

"MARTIN RUN!" She screamed as she was thrown into a dark colored SUV.

"Mom!" Deeks yelled he took a step towards her as a bright light exploded in the back of his head and he went down, the last thing he heard was the sound of sirens in the distance and a deep male voice talking in a language he didn't understand. Then it all went dark.

Slowly the light brightened and pain came swiftly into his head, he could hear voices again, he felt a hand touch his arm and immediately his fight or flight response kicked in.

"Deeks…Deeks…you're ok, you're in hospital." A familiar voice cut through his haze.

"No…Can't stay…have to find her…" Deeks said still pulling away from the hands that held him down.

He opened his eyes blinking rapidly trying to organize his addled brain.

"Deeks, what happened, LAPD said they found you unconscious in a house with a dead man about a mile from your home?" Callen asked.

"I didn't…." he turned to one side and vomited into a bowl as the nausea swept through him, "Didn't kill him…mom…."

"Your mom killed a man?" Sam asked.

Deeks tried to nod but the pain was too great. "Where is she?" Kensi asked.

"They took her…" Deeks said,

"We'll have Eric run traffic cam footage, we'll find her." Callen promised.

"I thought after he died, she'd be safe, she's always been so scared." Deeks said more to himself than anyone else.

"After who died?" Callen asked.

Deeks turned away and tried to sit up, "The doc said you have a concussion, you need to rest." Kensi said gently trying to push him down onto the bed.

"No, I need to find my mom." Deeks said reaching down fighting the nausea to look for his shoes.

He stopped as two men walked in the room. "Martin A Deeks?" the taller of the two men asked.

Deeks blinked as his teammates moved to act as a buffer between him and the two men. "Yeah?" Deeks asked.

"You need to come with us?" The older and shorter of the men said.

"Who are you?" Callen asked.

"Need to know." The taller man snapped.

"And we need to know." Sam said standing in between them.

"Look my name is Agent Bailey CIA." The taller man said, "We are taking Mr. Deeks into protective custody, he's not in any trouble."

Callen looked at the two men, "Stay there." He said to Deeks and walked out.

"What's all this about?" Sam asked.

Agent Bailey looked at the blond man sitting on the bed, he knew the news he'd deliver would in effect change this man's life if he hadn't been told already, and if he already knew then he was indeed in danger.

"Mr. Deeks, instructions we have been ordered to bring you in, we have seen what happened and have dealt with the suspect your mother killed."

Deeks shot upright and grabbed the smaller agent by the throat and pushed him against the wall, "My mothers' no killer!" he snarled.

The older Agent laughed. "I've worked with your mother; she's the best damn assassin we've ever seen."

Deeks took two steps backward. "What?"

The older agent sighed, "Until this morning we though she was dead, she's done a damn good job of staying off our radar, but she's already lost one family, and I suppose she was just trying to keep you safe."

"You're lying." Deeks said shaking his head ignoring the shooting pain he was experiencing.

"Yeah." The older agent said sarcastically.

He put his hand on Deeks' shoulder and using well practiced moves, without thinking Deeks disarmed him and moved backwards into the hallway. Sam and Kensi looked on in amazement, Deeks had only been with the team a year, and he'd never shown moves like that before, even in hand to hand combat training at OSP.

Tucking the gun in his waistband, Deeks slipped backwards out of the room and ran full pelt for the stairs.

Eric stood in OPS as Hetty gave him a rundown of what had happened as far as Callen knew. Within moments Hetty was staring open mouthed as she looked at the terrified face of the woman on the screen. The face of a woman that Hetty knew to have been dead for over 35 years.

"Mr. Callen, I need you and Mr. Deeks in here now!" she ordered.

"What is it?" Callen asked.

"A ghost…." Hetty breathed not realizing she had spoken aloud.

Callen turned and walked straight into Deeks sneaking down the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Callen asked.

"I'm not going with them…I don't care what they say about her,"

"Hetty has some information that may help; she wants us to come to ops."

Deeks nodded and followed Callen down the stairs.

Callen sent Sam a text and the two CIA agents followed him and Kensi downstairs where Callen and Deeks met them.

"Our boss says you need to come with us." Callen said.

Both CIA agents looked at him with a sneer, "And who is your boss?"

"Hetty Lange." Callen smirked as the two men looked scared.

"OK, Agent Bailey said, "We didn't know you worked for Hetty, we'll come as we have our orders." He said. The shorter agent looked unimpressed.

"Never believed anything they said about Hetty." He snapped.

"Believe it Agent Carmichael." Bailey said to him sharply.