Requiem for the boy

Chapter 16

Deeks woke up and groaned, the effects of the extra dosage of meds last night had taken their toll, and he walked to the bathroom and peered into the highly polished metal that functioned as a mirror.

He couldn't see himself clearly, but even in the blurry reflection he could see he looked tired and worn.

He showered and pulled on the jeans and LAPD T-shirt that he had gotten cleaned a few days before, paying special attention to how he looked he got dressed, putting on the slip on shoes that all 'inmates' in this great institution wore as, laces along with ribbons, string and belts were banned, in an effort to keep suicide attempts to the minimum.

He stopped brushing his hair as a wave of 'the shakes' took him over, following Bryan's advice he sat quietly and waited for them to pass.

Sighing when they had gotten to a point where he could manage, he left his room in search of breakfast and his medication.

Even though it was early, Callen and the team as well as Deeks' family and Hetty were already pulling up into the parking lot.

Sarah looked over and saw Deeks by the window drinking what could have been coffee and staring out into the garden, he hadn't noticed them and she took the moment to watch her nephew in an unguarded situation.

He jumped slightly as an orderly tapped him on the shoulder and handed him a paper cup with what she assumed was his medication.

He took the tablets and his whole body relaxed. He opened the door and walked through into the garden all the way up to the chain link fence at the end.

He sank down to the ground and stuck his hand through the fence and held tightly onto the grass outside of the fence.

The others saw what had captured his attention; Sarah gasped a tear rolling down her face. "He looks so lost," she said to Carl and Jeff.

The others nodded, but turned her away, "Come on we will be late." Carl said and turned her in the direction of the main entrance.

Bryan was standing at the reception desk waiting for the group to arrive.

"Good morning." He said smiling as he greeted the group.

Hetty ever the spokesperson walked up and shook his hand, "Good morning doctor…."

"Please, just call me Bryan, unless specifically stated we like to use first names."

Callen stepped forward and introduced them all.

Bryan smiled when Callen introduced himself as Callen, "Yes Marty talked about you…I have a free slot this afternoon if you would like to meet with me, your story intrigues me, I would love to help you free of charge." He offered.

Callen smiled but with an underlying hint of malice, "I'm fine Doc." He said.

Bryan nodded, "If you'd like to come to the family room?" He said motioning them in the right direction and stepping in front of them so that he could use his key card to unlock the main door.

They all took seats and waited, "I wanted to talk to you before Marty joins us. He has as you know been through our detox program, and he joined in our group therapy and single therapy sessions where a few things came to light." Bryan started as he looked at the group of people who were supporting a man who in Bryan's opinion was a remarkable young man.

They all listened.

"It came to my attention that Marty had never had counseling regarding his mothers passing and the circumstances of his early childhood." He said.

Jeff looked upset, "We tried a few times, Marty wouldn't talk or he would run away from the sessions." He told the doctor feeling slightly affronted.