Before you even read this, I need to thank two wonderful people:

#1 My friend, who actually told me something like this: "Write a NCIS LA fic, but make it start really dramatic." Well, here I am writing it, it's not REALLY dramatic, but it's good. She has been reading everything I've been writing and she's liking it!

#2 My beta reader, Di (PurpleHipposRock's) for revising my chapters. She's also liking the idea so far.

So, now I want to know if you are going to like my idea too...

"Come on Deeks, we got a case!" Daniel Gibson said to his partner. "Marty!" he shouted, approaching the man sitting at the desk with his head resting on folded forearms. "Hey, Deeks, case!" Gibson slapped Deeks in the back of his head with a notepad.

"What the hell, man?" Deeks asked grumpily, waking up startled, rubbing the back of his head. He had fallen asleep in there; the paperwork of last night lasted for some hours after midnight, and he eventually had let his head fall and have some deserved sleep.

"Come on, we got a case," Gibson smiled. "We're in need of a little fieldtrip."

"What is it?" The detective asked while taking his gun out of the drawer, putting it into the holster attached to his belt, putting on his brown leather jacket and putting his badge in the right back pocket of his jeans.

"Dead guy..."

"Dead guy? Real specific! Just that?" Deeks frowned and stopped before reaching the elevator.

"Yeah." Gibson pressed the elevator button. "Don't try to know more before seeing the dead guy! Don't kill the suspense!"

Deeks smiled and asked his partner, "And why are you so happy?"

"I'm like a gazelle, I like the outdoors! Did you like to do paperwork for three weeks?"

"Of course I didn't like it!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Gibson accused, pressing his index finger against his partner's chest, mocking him with his face really close to Deeks' face.

They both heard a ding and they looked at the elevator's door opening and a dark haired and eyed woman looked at them with a weird face. Deeks immediately pushed his partner back, they both coughed to disguise the situation and she entered.

"Hi. Hi Deb." Gibson said.

"Hi…Gibson, Deeks." The detective took a place between the two men and awkwardly looked at them. "Did you two flip sides?"

"No, no, no!" they said in a hurry.

"What? No!" Deeks claimed. "No flipping sides! Did I tell you that you're very sexy and saucy today?" Deb looked sideways at him. "I'm not flipping sides! Not that I have anything against homosexuality, but me… and him?"

"Me… and him? What you mean with that? I would be an excellent boyfriend!"

"Ok guys, cut it off!" Deb shouted, raising her arms up. "Three weeks in the station and you get all crazy!"

"We have a case now!" Gibson said like a child who had just got Christmas presents.

"Yes we have!" Deeks added.

"And you're happy because someone died…?" The elevator's door opened, now at the entrance. "You two are such weirdoes!" Deb walked faster under Deeks and Gibson's laughs. "You know what? I don't even know why I still listen to you two. You are like kids!" They laughed even more after her comments.

"I drive." Deeks said, playing with the car key.

"Nah," Gibson spoke in a quick move, taking the key out of his index finger. "I drive."

Arriving at the crime scene, Deeks got out of the car and rested his forearms over the open door, looking at the skyline. The scent of salt water came to Deeks through the light breeze, ruffling his blonde hair, and for an instant he closed his eyes and felt the cold water against his whole body and the waves breaking over him while he was on the top of his surfboard. It had been a few days since the last time he surfed. Staring at the beach, Deeks saw that it was quite deserted. The beach was almost free of people; it was quite early yet, around 6:45 AM, maybe. Deeks couldn't stop yawning and Gibson was rubbing his eyes; he had received the phone call at more or less 20 minutes ago, so he was still sleepy too. There were crime scene tapes surrounding a small place near the beach, but they weren't LAPD's tapes.

"What's going on here?" Deeks asked Gibson, who was also getting out of the car.

"Don't know."

"Isn't the case ours?" He moved a few steps ahead, crossing his arms while the car's door banged behind him.

"Nope." A male voice was heard, making the partners look back and turning Deeks as pale as a paper sheet.

"It's our case; NCIS' case." Callen finished his partner's last line.

"Special Agent Hanna, Special Agent Callen," Deeks greeted them, a bit astonished.

"Detective Deeks." Sam said. "What brings you here?"

"Case. Our case." He pointed to himself and Gibson, who was showing his badge. "Daniel Gibson, my partner."

"Your new partner," Callen said rudely.

Deeks' eyes stared at his own feet for a few seconds but looked up again as soon as Callen spoke again; "So, let's get to work."

"Talk to the Captain for jurisdiction," the detective said. "Come on, Danny."

"Hetty already did," the agent answered. "She said that maybe LAPD and NCIS could work together on this case."

Sam and Callen passed by Deeks' side and crossed the tapes.

"You're alright about working with your ex-partners?" Gibson asked the other man, seeing his reluctant face.

"They weren't my partners; we were part of a team…" Deeks walked faster, being followed by Gibson and he said with pain, "I only had one partner."

"Hey, Deeks, it has been six months now. Get over it, let it go."

If looks could kill, Marty Deeks should've been arrested for the murder of his own partner. Tell him to move on, after what happened?

He misses her so much…too much…

Please tell me it was a good start and that you want some more...