Hi people! I know it's been a really long time since I've updated. I'm sorry my story, Dark Shadows is in the midst of a writing block for me. But I've also been crazy busy with work and moving house (Yay!) in which I'm finally settled into. Then throw Christmas into the mix and well….I think you get the picture.

So this story is just something that's come to me. I'm not sure how it's going to go - I sometimes write by 'fly by the seat of my pants and see what my fingers type out' so bear with me. Let me know with a Review or PM if you think I should persist with this story. Thanks! Xxx

Disclaimer: As per normal, I don't own NCISLA or its amazing characters that appear on my TV.

NEVER KNEW

CHAPTER 1

Deeks sighed as he sat down into the low round leather chair, in the familiar offices of the old law building where he once strode the halls. He had received that long awaited phone call. He didn't know when he would receive the call, only that one day he would be getting it. That call came at 11pm last night.

His eyes surveyed the office, coming to rest on the small, pretty receptionist, looking far too dainty to be in control of the large oak desk she sat behind. She smiled as she hung up the phone, motioning him that he could go through to the main office where the person Deeks had come to see was waiting.

He gave a nod and smile to her, before walking to the office and stopping at the door to take a breath before turning the handle and striding in;

"Mr Deeks it's nice to see you again. I wish it was in better circumstances however" Warren Hance smiled and warmly shook the detective's hand.

"Well we both knew this day would be coming. It's still a shock though" Deeks nodded in reply.

"Yes, yes. Take a seat Mr Deeks" Warren waved his hand to the seat opposite his desk.

"Thank you. But please call me Marty. I have known you for a few years now Warren" he chuckled.

"Of course. Now as you know there are a few things to do now that this has happened. Have you made arrangements for the funeral?"

Deeks nodded, "I've started making phone calls. Funeral parlours and all that. I'm going to keep it low key. No one except me is attending"

"You have a sister don't you though?" Warren furrowed his brow, "Or was I wrong?"

"You're not wrong" Deeks shook his head, "She's got a new life now and wants nothing to do with me. I'm fine with that. I'd feel the same if I were her"

"Oh" Warren sighed, "Families can be complicated huh?"

Deeks gave a wry shake of his head, "What's the old saying? You can choose your friends but you can't choose your family"

"That saying is so true" Warren chuckled.

"But you still have to choose your friends wisely too. That's what my boss would say" Deeks smiled and chuckled to himself.

"Well I have here the last will and testament and I must say there's a few surprises there even I didn't know" Warren handed over the sealed envelope.

"Surprises? Like what?" Deeks ran his hands over the documents.

"Read it and you'll see what I mean. So that's everything from my end sorted. It's up to you to do what you want with the documents. Let me know about the funeral so I can clear a day in my diary"

Deeks shook his head and stood up, "that's kind of you but no. As I said, it's going to be low key"

"Surely you'll be letting your place of work know? I heard you are still LAPD but liaising with NCIS? I'm sure they'd like to support you at this time. It was your mother that just died Marty" Warren stood.

"I haven't told them about my mother. Now that my father is dead and now my mother too I can finally start to close the book on that time of my life. It's up to me to deal with it" Deeks shrugged, "Thanks for your help Warren"

"Anytime Marty. And if you change your mind, well you know where I am"

"Thanks" Deeks smiled and nodded, then turned around and walked out the door.

So that's one chapter done…until next time. Be safe over the New Year!