Chapter 1 –In My Time of Dying

Here's my new fan fic. I hope you'll like it. I don't own NCIS Los Angeles or the characters. They belong to Shane Brennan and CBS. I know Spanish, but it's been a long time since I used it, so if I have mistakes, don't shoot me. The lyrics belong to their authors respectively.

Just after the airplane landed on LAX and Deeks got out of it he noticed two "suits" approaching him. He didn't know who they were, but he stopped nonetheless.

"Sorry Sir, but you have to come with us."


"You've been detained."

"What for?"

"You'll be given more information in our office Sir."

"Deeks didn't like the situation one bit, though, but he went with them anyways. The moment he set his foot inside the room he knew that something was definitely wrong.

He felt the pain before he felt the blow on his head.

"Where's Deeks?" asked Sam as soon as he finished luggage check, which lasted longer than usual.

"I don't know. I thought he was with you guys." Said Kensi

"Nope. We thought he was with you." Said Callen

"He is not like this. He would've told us if he had something to catch up." Said Sam

"We need to find him." Stated Callen as they moved through the crowd looking for the blonde detective that was with them just few minutes ago.

The two men took Deeks down to the locker room. They were sure that no one will look out for them as they dragged the blonde man through the hall, but no one counted on the surveillance cameras. They indeed registered their movements. They were sure to double-lock the door so no one will interrupt their little mission.

No one knew who they were or what business they had with the blonde. They were sent to "finish him off" as their boss put it, but not before they extracted information from him.

So, they decided to listen to his orders.

Sam was worried about Deeks. As the time went by, there was no sign of him and he was clearly agitated. If a snake bit him in that moment, she probably would've died on scene from the anger that was threatening to surface above the ground.

Callen was fuming. To say that he was worried it would be understatement. "Where the hell are you Deeks?"

As soon as Kensi realized that the situation in hand was more serious than she first thought, warning bells rang in her head. This was Deeks they were searching for.

The delicate, sensitive partner of hers. The blonde shaggy surfer that irritated her with his snarky comments about her eating habits. The man that hated the desert very much. The man that made her to feel butterflies in his stomach every time she saw him. The man that was there for her 24/7.

The man that went bold with her just few months ago.

Kensi wiped a tear that escaped from her eye. She steeled herself and continued to search for Deeks.

After 20 minutes of fruitless search Callen decided that they should go and look at the surveillance tapes to see if Deeks was in any of them.

Deeks could feel the slaps n his face, but he couldn't open his eyes. It was like someone glued his lashes. He felt like someone put a safe deposit box on his head, like the heavy ones. His head pulsated with pain.

On the fourth slap he slowly opened his eyes. He fought the cobwebs by blinking as fast as he could. Even blinking hurt.

He still couldn't open them fully, but he had an idea where he was and how to tell the others. But then he remembered the slaps. That meant he wasn't alone. Shit.

"Hello there Carl."

"My name isn't Carl you idiots."

"Watch your mouth señor." Said one of the men, removing his sunglasses "We were given information that your name is Carl Whitaker and that you would be landing today. We were said to pick you up."

Deeks looked at the man and tried to figure out what the hell was he talking about. His name wasn't Carl Whitaker and he most definitely never went undercover by the first name of Carl or the last name of Whitaker.

"No, my name is Marty Deeks and I'm a cop. I'm LAPD okay?"

"Hahahahahah! Cop? You look like a surfer, dude, not a cop."

"That's because I surf. My badge is in the front pocket of my jeans. If you let me, I can show it to you."

"Shut up!" said the man with the sunglasses on and backhanded him on the face.

Deeks rolled on his back, the left side of his face erupting with pain. The other one joined in and the two men in suits kicked Deeks on the stomach, on the back and on the legs. After couple of minutes of kicking and swearing in Spanish both mean stopped, clearly tired.

Deeks was barely able to breathe after they finished beating him. He took few deep breaths, but his body hurt too much. Whenever he tried to take a normal breath his ribs hurt.

However, while the two of them made a phone call to their boss Deeks carefully eased himself against the lockers. He didn't have strength to escape, but he strained his ears so he could hear what they were talking about.

"Señor, el dice que no es Carl Whitaker… Si, ya lo hemos tratado de obtener informacion de el, peto no logramos… Parece que necesitamos utilizar otros metodos… Quieren que lo matemos ahora jefe?... Esta bien, lo entendi. Asi lo haremos."

The man wasn't aware that Deeks understood every single word he said. He was LA. Most of the LA people knew Spanish.

The man without sunglasses lifted him up, while the one with the sunglasses still on took out a pocket knife out of his coat.

Deeks charged the man that held him, but it was too late. The man grasped him strongly on the arms, as the other one plunged the knife in his back once, twice, three times…

The man then let Deeks out of his grasp. Deeks made a soft thump on the floor, as the lyrics of the song "Time of Dying" by Three Days Grace played in his head.

On the ground I lay

Motionless in pain

I can see my life flashing before my eyes

Did I fall asleep?

Is this all a dream

Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare

I will not die (I will not die)

I will survive

I will not die, I'll wait here for you

I feel alive, when you're beside me

I will not die, I'll wait here for you

In my time of dying

On this bed I lay

Losing everything

I can see my life passing me by

Was it all too much?

Or just not enough

Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare

I will not die (I will not die)

I will survive

I will not die, I'll wait here for you

I feel alive, when you're beside me

I will not die, I'll wait here for you

In my time of dying

I will not die, I'll wait here for you

I feel alive, when you're beside me

I will not die, I'll wait here for you

In my time of dying

I will not die, I'll wait here for you

I will not die, when you're beside me

I will not die, I'll wait here for you

In my time of dying

Callen went through the security loft where the surveillance tapes were. He told the security personnel that h was a federal agent and that it's of an essence to find the detective soon.

After five minutes of checking surveillance tapes, G caught a glimpse of Deeks and the men that approached him. Then he saw them dragging him to the locker room.

"Thank you gentlemen. Let's roll guys." Said Callen

They raced against time. It was almost 40 minutes give or take since Deeks disappeared and he was in danger.

Grey. All that Deeks could see was grey fog. The sharp pain in his back was devastating and he could feel the life slipping out of his body. He thought of Kensi. What she'll do without him? Who will protect her on the field? Who will love her unconditionally?

Those thoughts were swirling in his brain when he heard a voice that was same as his, screaming at the men.

"Let him go!"

Was he dreaming? He tried to open his eyes, but they were heavier then the first time. He somehow succeeded and what he saw stunned him.

On the door, that now was magically unlocked, stood a tall man, with blonde fluffy hair, and ocean blue eyes in a suit with a briefcase.

It was like someone did copy-paste on them. The man that now had entered in the room was exact replica of Martin Deeks.

Deeks lost consciousness.

"What? Que demonios es esto Ramon?"

"No lo se Diego. Los dos estan iguales."

"Yo soy Carl Whitaker. I've heard that you are looking for me."

Ramon fainted the second he heard Carl speaking and Diego tried to run through the door just as Callen and the ream entered the room.

Sam tackled him to the ground and cuffed him. Callen cuffed Ramon, while Kensi took Deeks' limp body in her hands.

No one saw Carl Whitaker leave, but Callen was sure of what he saw.

The man was Deeks' twin.