Marty not thinking about anything but saving his sister, the only person he knew who gave a damn if he lived or died, launched himself at the monster of his nightmares.
He saw and heard the gun go off and grunted as he felt the bullet go through his leg.
As his head hit the floor he felt himself go dizzy, he realized that Brandel must have hit his artery, but this meant Brandel wasn't hurt, and he still needed to stop his father from killing his sister.
Callen and Sam made it to the container first to see a broken and bloodied Marty crawling over to his sister and collapsing protectively over her as Brandel raised his gun again.
Not even thinking both men fired one hitting Brandel in the chest the other right between the eyes as a look of surprise crossed Brandel's face and he fell down dead.
Callen looked over at Deeks and Jen in the corner, Deeks looked over at him. "It's ok Deeks we got him."
The briefest smile crossed his face as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and Deeks passed out.
"Marty!" Jeff Deeks ran in and tried moving his son off the girl he was protecting, she in turn had her arms around him and wasn't letting go.
"Jen, you gotta let him go, I need to check his injuries." Jeff said as Kensi called the paramedics.
Sam stepped over the body of Brandel, "Come on Jen, let's get you out of here." Sam knew he was going to talk to her later about following them from the mission, but right now she didn't need to hear it.
Jeff on moving Deeks had realized he was bleeding from his femoral artery. He pulled his belt off and made a make-shift tourniquet. "Are the paramedics on their way?" he asked the panic in his voice evident.
Callen nodded. "I've called in the local Leo's to take care of the group in the house and Brandel's body." He told Jeff.
"I don't give a damn about Brandel." Jeff snarled. He tightened his grip on Deeks as he felt his boy shift.
Jen sat outside sobbing uncontrollably as Kensi sat with her. "I didn't mean to, I saw Brandel and realized that Marty had to be here, I was told not to go to the house, I…I thought if I could get close enough and find out where Dad was holding him, I could tell you and you could save him, but he…he found me." She sobbed.
"You should have listened to Callen, but I know you didn't mean to do anything wrong." Kensi said. She looked up as the paramedics arrived and rushed into the container.
"Is….is he gonna die?" Jen asked fearfully.
"Na," Kensi smiled, "Deeks is too stubborn to die." She said and hoped to God she was right.
Jeff insisted on climbing into the ambulance with him as they headed to the hospital.
Callen corralled the others, "We've gotta head to the hospital, Deeks'll need us when he wakes up, and Sam on the way you'd better call Hetty as his next of kin."
"She's already on her way," Eric's voice came over the earwig.
Callen smiled he had forgotten about Eric listening in and knew then that everything had already been arranged and that if Deeks had a chance his odds of survival had just gone up.
Arriving at the hospital Jeff followed as the paramedics whisked Deeks straight through to surgery and he stood there his clothes covered in blood looking completely lost.
"Mr. Deeks?" Hetty said walking up to the man. "Young Martin is in good hands." She reassured him.
"Forms….don't I need to fill out some forms for him?" Jeff said in a daze.
