Requiem for the boy

Chapter 11

Smells came back to him first and it was disorientating, where he was, smelled clean, there were no smells of alcohol or urine or vomit which had been the usual smells he woke up to in the morning and feeling around no body, male or female in his bed, so where ever he was, he was probably broke.

He felt cold and achy. In his head, a deepest part that he had locked in a box told him it was withdrawal, he sniffed and wiped his nose on the back of his hand, his eyes still closed, "Stupid flu." He grumbled under his breath.

He slowly opened his eyes and realized, he wasn't in his room, or anyone else's…he was in hospital.

"What the hell?" he snarled.

"Quite Mr. Deeks." Hetty said sitting on a chair in the corner of the room.

"Got the wrong man lady." Deeks snarled. 'Shit, shit, shit….she found me!' he thought his brain scrambling like a teenager looking for his clothes after being caught by his girlfriend's dad.

"Ok…So who are you?" Hetty asked; she knew it was him although he said it wasn't. "Max Gentry? But not I think….Mr. Deeks you are hiding behind him this time."

"I….Why are you here?" he asked defeated, he knew he couldn't pretend not with her.

"You need us." She said simply.

"No I don't I'm doing fine, you just came to gloat, to see how far your little project failed…well you got your answer….G…G..Get out!" he stammered as a wave of pain shot through him.

Ignoring her he sat up and tried to pull out the IV, "I…I need to get out of here." He started shaking… "I….I need…."

"A drink?" Callen snapped leaning against the doorway and motioning to Hetty that he'd take over. "A hit, a guy, a girl…tell me Deeks; what exactly do you need."

"I need you to leave me alone!" Deeks shouted at him and then grabbed his head and groaned, "I didn't ask you to come find me…I was doing fine."

"Fine…You call that fine, Deeks you're a stripper and a hooker, you're a drunk and on drugs and you're…."

"EXACTLY WHERE I SHOULD BE…..NOW GO!" Deeks screamed at Callen.

"No." Callen said quietly, "Because I'm exactly where I should be…here helping you."

Deeks started sobbing, all the pain of the last few months washing over him.

"Why, I'm no good for the team, I can't even hold a gun…hell I can't hold a cell phone in that hand, I'm useless, Hetty said herself I'm not on the team."

"Bullcrap." Callen snapped.

"I HEARD HER!" Deeks shouted and this time a nurse entered.

"Mr. Gentry, you need to calm down, I have your medication here," she said walking over to him with a needle.

"No! No needles."

"You can't snort your meds Deeks." Callen said.

"I'm sorry Sir; you are upsetting my patient I will have to ask you to leave." The nurse said.

"Sorry love," Callen flashed his badge, "He's in custody."

"Bollocks!" Deeks spat as Callen smirked.

He turned away, "I'm not worth the paperwork, Just go home Callen and take Hetty with ya."

The nurse turned to Callen, "Mr. Gentry's doctor will be along shortly. Does he have family that needs to be notified?" she asked.

"Yes."

"NO!" both men answered simultaneously.

Callen glared at Deeks, "His name is Marty Deeks, and I will give you his details so you can get his medical records." Callen said following the nurse out.