Long way home

Operation elimination

Deeks's POV:
What the hell is happening? It feels like I'm falling apart. How do i get out of this one? More importantly, what have i gotten myself into?
*one month earlier*
"Go ahead Ms Jones." Hetty ordered after summoning everyone up to OPS.
"LAPD has handed this case over to us. Four people were targeted and killed by a group of what they call themselves, assassins. The leader is Miles Ramsey." Nell briefed us.
I immediately recognised the name but just couldn't put my finger on it. Then, it hit me. I remember this case. I went for an op for LAPD to infiltrate the group and find out their location. After two weeks, they pulled me out and it was shut down due to suspicions that there was an ex-detective working with the group who could've made me.
"Why was it passed to us? It was LAPD's op" I said firmly, ignoring the stares from the rest of the team.
"Mr Deeks, i am aware that you worked in this case bef-"
"It wasn't an ex-detective was it? He was ex-NCIS" I turned to face Hetty who looked pissed that i had interrupted her but immediately softened her expression and nodded rather sadly.
"You will go back into the group as Max Gentry. LAPD has allowed the op to resume from where it left off" She said as she left the ops room.
All of us walk down to the bullpen as i pack my bags to get ready to go to a safehouse Hetty had set up for me.
"Hey, just let us know if anything goes wrong okay? Where ever you are, ill be there with you. Even if you don't see me, i'll be there." Kensi smiles sadly as she holds on to my arm.
I nodded quickly, nervously, "I'll be safe. Don't worry about me, okay?"
"That's almost impos-"
"Kens, please. Don't worry about me. You need to rest well. I mean, look at your eye bags."
She smiles at me before punching me in the shoulder playfully.
"Promise me you'll be safe?"
"I promise." With that, I looked over at Sam and Callen who gave me a reassuring nod. I turned back to my partner who wrapped her arms around me. "I'll be here." She whispered in my ear as she tapped her hand on the left side of my chest, right where my heart was. As she pulled away, i snuck a kiss on her hair and turned around, walked out of the bullpen. I walked out into the unknown.
*Present day*
"Detective Marty Deeks...Liaison officer to NCIS. Born on January 8th. Father, Gordon John Brandell. Mother named Andrea Nelly Brandell, both dead. No siblings. Wow, you really got nothing, Marty." I'm on my knees, gun pointed at my head by Miles Ramsey himself. I've been made.