Requiem for the boy

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

It had been three months.

Three months of physical therapy; three months of sessions with Nate and an independent psychologist, talking to Vance, Hetty and Callen…which was strange but nice, Three months of spending time with his sister and Kensi and Deeks… Jeff Deeks had quit his job.

Jeff had spent time with Marty and let him know in no uncertain terms that he would be there for him.

At first Marty had found it strange but slowly he had allowed people back into his life, the whole time Marty had been in hospital Jeff had sat with him during visiting hours, stayed at his house and looked after Jen and Monty made sure they had all they needed and even took care of the hospital bills; Although there had been a small argument when Deeks found that out.

"What do you mean you took care of it…Jeff I don't need you to pay my bills!" Deeks moaned as he sat and watched the nurse take his blood pressure.

"Son, you haven't worked for three months and your Medicare has run out. I didn't want you to worry so I paid it." He said in his and that's that voice.

Deeks slumped a bit, "Thanks."

Jeff bent down and started packing up the stuff Deeks had accumulated during his hospital stay, "What're you doing?" Deeks asked.

Jeff looked up at him, "Didn't they tell you…you're coming home today." He grinned.

Marty sat back at that, "No they didn't…does Jen know, I mean, are you sure it's ok?" he asked.

'Calm down, trust Jeff' Max said inside his head.

That was Deeks' problem, he was in control of himself, Max was back where he belonged but since the incident with Brandel he had heard his voice occasionally. Nate had talked to him about it and had assured him as long as he was sure the only voice he was hearing was Max he would probably be fine, he was to look on it like everyone else does when they hear that small voice in the back of their mind telling them something was a bad idea or to try something, as long as that voice didn't hurt him or anyone around him, it was ok. The only difference in Deeks' case was that his voice had a name.

Deeks put his shoes on and waited as his foster father came in with the last of the forms to spring him from the hospital.

"So…" Jeff said as they drove to Deeks' house, "You looking forward to going back to work?" He asked,

Deeks shrugged, "I miss it…Don't know if they miss me much though," he said sadly. Callen had been by to visit him and Kensi had been when she had come with Jen and Hetty had been twice, although they had been to reinstate him for everything except for his requalifying with his weapon but Sam hadn't been in at all neither had Eric or Nell, but that was to be expected as they all had work to do.

He knew that Sam knew his secret and he himself had made no secret of the fact that he hadn't trusted Deeks before the incident with Brandel and as far as Deeks knew he hadn't wanted to talk to him since.

Despite all that though he had to admit he was looking forward to going back to work, Bates begrudgingly had accepted him back at LAPD on condition that he spent most, if not all, of his time at NCIS, with the proviso that Hetty had 'her people' sign him as fit for work. He didn't want to waste any more money on him than he had to. Deeks had grinned and signed Bates' contract and smiled as the disgruntled cop had walked out of his hospital room moaning about the tricky ninja that Deeks now worked for.

They pulled up at the small one story house and Deeks climbed out of Jeff's SUV and leaned against the car. The house looked different and Deeks couldn't place what had changed.