Full Summary:

There is a reason Deeks got so emotional in the episode 'Human Traffic'. But what nobody on the team knows is that Deeks is still in contact with the girl he saved his first year with the LAPD. What happens when Hetty and the team find out that Deeks has been keeping in contact with the girl from an old case of his? Will they demand answers? And why does the girl think of Deeks as her father? Will a favor put both of their lives in danger?

Annelize Karkowski:

I had been born in Chechnya in 1991. I was the youngest of all of my siblings, having been born when no one thought my mother could have any more children. Having said that, you are to understand that what I am about to tell you of my life is hard for me to say. I did not think my father and mother would ever do something like that to me, not in my whole life. But they did, and I was no longer there little girl.

My mother and father sold me to put food on the table for the rest of the family and I was forced to leave my family behind with only a small backpack of things I was told I could bring with. So, at the age of 6, I packed a small journal and pencil, some CD's, my CD player and some batteries, and my stuffed rabbit that I had gotten on my first birthday. That was all that I was aloud to bring with me because they didn't want me to grieve over the loss of my family with too many things with me.

When we got to where I was going to be staying, they said that I could keep what I had with me but that my clothes were in need of changing. They put me into a school girl's outfit and the next thing I know, a man is on top of me, taking my soul from me. That was the first day I got there and they wanted to make sure I was pure enough for them. That was in Chechnya. The next day I was shipped with about fifty other girls in a shipping container to America where we were moved from one Brothel to the next until we landed in Los Angeles, California. And all that happened in the first six months of my being a slave to them.

No one seemed to understand us or even care about us. We were just someone to have sex with and they didn't care that we were younger than we were supposed to be. I remember very clearly that one of the men that paid to have sex with me was a highly respected congressman. I don't remember his name I just know that he was highly respected. Of course, almost all the men that paid for us were at one point highly respected. Then there was the undercover cop whom I grew very attached to.

Marty Deeks was a cop with the LAPD. I had been a slave to them for ten years now and my journal was very full of my writings, poems and any names I deemed important enough to write down when the time came to destroy everything they had worked hard to build. He said that he could help me if I would help him. It was an easy bargain. He bought me as much as he could and every time we went to his motel room, I had at least one of my journals with me so that he could photocopy every page and keep it as safe as possible.

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