How did we get here? (densi fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Everyone in the briefing room is looking at me silently. Slowly as if not to startle me, Lt. Bates makes his away over.

"Hey Deeks, you can't be here"

"I'm fine" pulling my eyes away from the screen with my half-brothers face on it to look at Lt. Bates. "I want to be part of the raid" Bates goes to speak but I carry on. "I can just watch in a car and make sure no one runs. I just need to do something."

Lt. Bates thinks for a second but I can tell he needs everyone on this. "Ok but you just on look out at the back of the house."

"Thank you sir I won't let you down" I say with a bit too much enthusiasm in my voice. Whatever, I get to do something even if it is take down my half-brother. I know if it comes to it I will and can shoot and kill him if needs be.

The raid goes down at 5:00pm at the moment were getting given information of the house and the positions of the teams.

We get into position at 4:30pm, I'm at the back of the house I inform the teams over the radio that I can see movement in the house. Now it's just the waiting game. Cops in cars left only with their thoughts. Over the radio I hear " LAPD officers stand down this is no longer our operation NCIS have taken over because I think this guy killed one of theirs."

There is a mixture of replies but most people reply 'copy'.

"They need someone to cover the back of the house just in case of any runners. Murphy gets back there and covers it." I hear over the radio

"I'm already here I'll cover it." I reply hoping to help out.

"Ok Deeks but don't screw it up. Out."

At 5:00pm the raid goes down as planned. A brunette woman (most likely NCIS) enters the back of the house. There's a bust of gun fire and I guess my instincts kick in a before I know it I'm approaching the back door. The woman I saw enter at the back of the house is standing with her gun at her feet and another at her temple, my half-brother being the one holding it. Should I take the shot or not. He is family after all.

My father may be related through blood to me but is not my family. So this man holding the gun is just like any other thug or drug runner I've shot. Choice made.

BANG!