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C-"May i help you?"
Woman-"Yes, i am looking for my son Martin Deeks. He said this was his house."
C-"Oh, yes this is his house. Him and Kensi just left for work. Sorry, my name is Claire i am a college of Deeks."
I was confused on what to do but i gestured of her to come in. When she entered, she was drawn to the file that was scattered on the floor. I quickly piled all of the papers up and put them back in the file. I had a leed that I had to follow up on, so i stuffed the file, my phone and my computer into my backpack and left the house before Deeks's mother could notice. I got on a bus, rode it to the neighbour hood that Daniel Manning lived in. On my way to the hoise i decided to call Deeks, to tell him that his mother had arrived. He was confused on what i was talking becuase he didnt know that his mother was coming.  After i explained everything to him, i arrived at Daniel's place. Daniel Manning was my mothers ex husband and hated my father. He once told him that he will kill just to get my mother back, but my father didnt think anything of it at the time. When i arrived at his house there were signs of forced entry, so I grabbed the knife out of my backpack and slowly entered the house. I saw a body around the corner due to the mirror that was kept by the front door. I started to creep around the corner until i saw 3 more boddies. On closer inspection i could see that none of the bodies were Daniel and that means that Daniel is now the key suspect. I could hear a car door slam right outside the house, as i peared ou the window i saw Sam and Callen coming towards me. I knew if they saw me here, i would have to be taken in for questioning, but before i could hide they knocked at the door. My only choice was to run out the back door and hope i escape. Before i could get far i saw Callen turn the corner and he had his gun pointed at my face. I stopped dead in my tracks and knew that i am now a suspect. They took me back to the boatshed but instead of placing me into the interogation room, they let me sit on the couch.

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