It had been a while since he had been free.
Walking out of the hospital he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. He knew that to be given this amount of control, whatever had happened to Deeks must have been bad.
It was as it had always been his job to protect him. His only thought when he had woken up was to go to ops and get Eric to give him information on his mother.
He knew Deeks hadn't shared him fully with the team; he had used his name once or twice and mistakenly referred to him as his alter ego, rather than his undercover personality. He had listened in silently laughing as Deeks had on an operation told his mark that he hadn't done the things she accused him of and that Max had.
Hetty had been told of the situation when she had offered to hire him, she had assured him, his secret would remain so, and Hetty was good at keeping secrets and had actually met him once. Max could be charming when he wanted to be and on that occasion he was. Deeks had been shot and lying in a hospital bed; to let him recover Max had come out and walked broken and bloodied to save Kensi. Deeks had no knowledge of that and it was only when Hetty was talking to him, she realized he wasn't Deeks. They had talked for hours, Max telling her what he thought she should know of Deeks' childhood and how he had come to be first appearing when Deeks was 10 and his father first, for want of a better word, battered him senseless. It wasn't Deeks who shot his father when he was 11, it was Max. Hetty in turn had expressed her concern for Deeks' well being and how important it was that Max was, where able to keep Deeks safe should he appear on assignment. Max had promised if for any reason he was there and Deeks were compromised he would call Hetty straight away.
But now, right now, Max was mad. He had listened to all that Deeks' had been told and he knew what was happening and how badly Deeks had retreated in on himself at the news of his mother. They had had grandparents that didn't want Marty because of his parentage, the knowledge of that rejection had hurt Deeks and with his physical injuries his mind couldn't take it, so Max stepped in.
Walking into the mission wearing his jeans and his favorite leather jacket and hoodie combination he climbed the stairs to ops, Eric was busy working as he walked in.
"Hey Eric." He smiled hoping he looked as affable as Deeks usually was.
"Hey man, how you feeling?" Deeks asked.
"Better, I need a name looking up, she's dead but Hetty wants all her family details." Max said.
"And she's asking you because?" Eric said suspiciously.
"It's for my eyes only." Max said snapping because of the pain.
"I had better check with Hetty," Eric said moving to the phone.
Max snapped he didn't have the same patience as Deeks; he pulled his gun on Eric, "Get me the information on Allison Johansson or Allison Johnson, everything you have including information on her parents."
Eric stared at the gun and Deeks in terror, "D…Deeks."
"NOW!" Max shouted.
Eric turned around and started typing, he found all the information he could and with a shaking hand, gave Deeks the flash drive.
"Deeks…I know that you don't mean it…please…Let me call Hetty." Eric pleaded.
Max smiled, "Deeks likes you so I won't hurt you…but I have to do this for him, tell Hetty when I'm done she can have him back, oh and make sure she looks after Jen," he said and walked out.
The second he left Eric picked up the phone.
Hetty opened her phone as she saw Eric's number flash up.
