Detective Deeks
Summary: Deeks has been a detective for almost a year. Max is starting to come into being but just not to bad yet. Also Max meets Quinn for the first time. This is the start of Deeks meeting Quinn that I mentioned in chapter 3 of 'Deeks Just Starts at NCIS LA' I rated this as 'T' because of non graphic nor explicit sex inside.
Disclaimer: I still don't own any of them.
A/N 1:Undercover personas need to do things they would never do in real life. Please keep that in mind if you decide to read this story.
A/N 2: Thanks to nherbie, the words are spelled right, punctuation is corrected, and tenses are as they should be. My friend managed all that while writing her two stories.
A/N 3: I decided to post this because sassyzazzi wanted to read it.
Chapter 1
Monday morning and Detective Deeks is sitting in his little cubby hole at his desk wondering what the day was going to bring. He's just finished a 13 week undercover last week and Lt. Bates gave him the last half of last week off to rest and recuperate. That was his longest undercover to date by 11 weeks. 30 minutes later he hears Bates holler, "DEEKS! Get in here!"
As Deeks walks through the door into Bates' office, Bates points to the chair in front of his desk and says "Sit down Deeks. We have a case to discuss."
Deeks has a bad feeling in his bones that he's going to be gone for a while again. "What's up Lt. Bates?"
"We've seen an influx of drugs hitting the streets lately. Apparently, we have a new player trying to get a foothold in the city with the drug trade. I need you to go under and find out who it might be. This time, you're going to have two handlers. One will always be available to you if needed. We're going to give you a burner phone but we will never call it. You'll need to call us, hopefully once a week. This is all the information we have so far." And he hands Deeks a folder full of papers.
"When do I start?"
"How about tonight?" Bates asks.
"Ok, I need to read through this stuff, get some things together and then I'll hit the streets. I'm going to need to find the sellers and then work back to the dealer. This may take me awhile."
"Well, hopefully, we'll be able to stop it before it really gets a foothold in the city. You best get started."
Hearing that, Deeks gets up and goes back to his desk to read the papers in the folder. After reading the information available to him he knows he's going to have to revive an old alias he's used before, Max Gentry.
Deeks spends 7 nights going to some pretty sleazy bars looking for a seller before finding one he actually knew. "Jo–Jo, whatcha got going on here?"
"Hey Max, I'm just trying to make ends meet, ya know? There's a new player in town and I thought I could get in on the ground floor."
"Well hell Jo-Jo, you think they may need my particular skill set? I could use some work."
"I get my stuff from a guy named Richie and he hangs out in Sparky's Bar over on Pecot. He's there every night after midnight. Just tell him Jo-Jo sent ya."
"Thanks man, I will." And Deeks vacates the area. Being the end of the week, he calls his handler to let him know what he's found out so far and then starts looking for Sparky's Bar.
9 weeks. It's taken 9 damn weeks of kissin' ass and knockin' heads to finally get a meeting with the top dog. A guy named Enrico Gomez, otherwise known as Rico. He runs the whole operation out of southern Tijuana in an old mission style home. Before he went down there, he'd called his handler and told him where he had hidden some files detailing the operation and dealers and suppliers. He'd managed to get photos and copies of a few sellers' ledgers and tucked them inside the folder with the other evidence. He went on telling him of his upcoming meeting with the head guy and possibly working for him at the top. If things worked out right, he could get enough information to bring the whole operation down. He'd told his handler that he was heading down there in about an hour and that he would try to call him later to let him know what happened.
It took him almost 4 hours to get down to where he needed to be. He'd gone into the meeting with his beard and hair longer than normal. They'd frisked him and took his gun before ushering him into a room to wait for the boss. Rico'd strutted into the room 15 minutes later, stood there and stared at Deeks before finally sitting down at his desk. "So, Max Gentry. I've heard a lot about you lately. I've heard you're a very hard man. It so happens I have use of someone with your talents. I'm looking for a bodyguard/enforcer and you could very well fit the bill. Would you like to try the job out?"
"Well Mr. Gomez, I could use a job. How's the pay?"
"Your pay will be substantial. So, let's give you a trial period. If you make it, you can stay; if not, well you know what will happen then. If you mess with me, you won't see the sun come up. Hear me?"
"Never fear Mr. Gomez, I'll be here for a long time."
"Good! Juanita! Get in here woman!"
A woman had hurried into the room asking. "Si, Mr. Gomez. What can I do for you?"
"Show Max his room, will you?" And then he'd stood, shook Max's hand and left the room.
Max followed the lady down the hall and up a stairway to a huge room. The first thing he'd wanted to do is clean up so he'd headed back to his car to get his go bag and pick his gun back up from the guys who frisked him. He'd trimmed his scruff to a respectable length, took a nice long, hot, shower, and crashed on the bed for a much needed nap. A different person had woken him up for dinner and that's when he'd found out that when he is here, he's required to dine with everyone at the main table.
For the next 3 weeks, he's more of an enforcer than a bodyguard. His first time out, he needed to head to Oakland and deal with a dealer who was shorting his customers. Rico sent one of his inner circle members with Max to make sure the job was done right. Deeks didn't like beating on the guy but Max, on the other hand, was a vicious SOB and had no problem beating him to a pulp. Rico was pleased with the results and from that moment on he went on little trips like that alone. The last trip he went on was to south LA and later that day, before heading back, he met up with both of his handlers in a greasy spoon and told them he had enough information to take the whole ring down. It was decided to give it one more week to make sure all the ends were tied up and then they'd take him down.
Two days later, the whole thing had come to a screeching halt. Rico had sent Deeks to a warehouse to pick up one of Rico's inside men. Max sauntered into the warehouse and had a hard time believing what was in front of him. There were crates and crates of weapons piled up all over the place. There were assault rifles, pistols, grenades, claymores, and all sorts of military hardware. Whoa, he thought. He needs to get this information back to his handlers. It worked out well, as the next day he was told to head into LA and talk to a new guy about using his own stuff.
As soon as he hit the outskirts of the city, he called the handlers and asked them to meet him at the same greasy spoon as the last time. He had some disturbing news to give them. As he told the handlers of what he had found, it was decided that he should stay under and find out where the guns are coming from and where they may be headed to. After the impromptu meeting, he went looking for the new guy clipping the product for his own personal use. He needed to make a statement so he broke two of the guy's fingers and told him the next time he wouldn't be so nice. On the way back to Tijuana he couldn't help thinking about those guns he ran across and wondered if he should ask Rico about them. I'll play it by ear he'd thought and turns the radio in his car up.
As chances go, he doesn't need to ask Rico about the guns . . . Rico tells him just before dinner. "Max! I have a new job for you tomorrow."
"Whatcha got Rico?"
"I made contact with an 'expediter' who will be here tomorrow. I want you to watch out for her."
"Her, Rico!?"
"Yes Max, her. Her name is Quinn and she sets up deals selling and buying arms all over the world. I find that I am in need of her services. You HAVE seen the warehouse full of arms I have. Correct? Well, I need to sell them to the highest bidder. Either here in the states or overseas. Either way, they need to be moved."
"How did you manage to get all those guns?"
"Everybody needs something in this world Max. Some marines from Pendleton needed some things, there were a few sailors out of San Diego that needed some things and there were some army guys out of Texas that needed some things. Things like missing people, or maybe they needed something to take the edge off, or maybe even a woman now and then. Either way, they all needed something that I could supply them with and they paid up with arms shipments schedules. We took the shipments down and they got what they needed and none the wiser. But now I need to peddle the merchandise, hence Quinn."
"Okay, Rico, I'll baby-sit the lady when she gets here."
The next morning a strange car pulls into the mission grounds and out of the car steps the prettiest ebony beauty that Max has ever seen. She looks to be just a few years older than Max. After introductions are made, Max shows her to her room which happens to be just down the hall from his.
For the next 4 weeks, Quinn goes with Max, talking to all the local larger gangs. San Diego, Los Angeles, San Francisco, even Oakland, but none of them wanted or even needed the type of firepower Rico had in that warehouse. On the last day, driving back to the mission in Tijuana, Quinn notices Max stealing glances at her out of the corner of her eye. Eventually she has enough and just asks him, "Max . . . what?! You keep sneaking glances at me. What the hell Max?"
Deeks knows he's caught so he figures that he may as well come right out and tell her, "I think you're beautiful Quinn and sometimes I wished we were something else, even somewhere else. That's all. I didn't mean to stare."
Well Quinn doesn't quite know how to handle that information as she has similar thoughts as well. But being married, she has to squash those feelings. "Max, nothing can ever come from anything between us. Who's to say we will even be around next week? Nope, it's a foolish idea to think of us romantically. Bad idea."
"I guess you're right." Max growls and the inside of the SUV grows quiet as death.
The next day, Quinn and Max tell Rico of the progress they'd made so far and he is not happy about it. He'd figured after all the time they were out checking, that the merchandise would have been moved by now. "So what now Quinn? I brought you in because you're supposed to be some hot-shot expediter and here we sit with nothing moved. I need the money!"
"Hold on for a minute. I have an idea. Are you okay with selling the stuff to a buyer overseas?"
"I don't care who buys it! I just want it sold!"
"Let me go get my phone and I'll make a few calls." Quinn tells him.
Rico replies. "Here, use mine," and hands her his cell phone.
"Wrong type of phone. I'll be right back." And away she goes. It wasn't 5 minutes later that she is back and she has a sat-phone in her hand. "This is the phone I need for the calls I'm going to make." The first call she makes was a strike out. The person on the other end of the phone didn't need or want anything like she was trying to peddle. Nor did the second person. But the third person, he tells her if it is good he is extremely interested. He just isn't able to get there for 3 weeks. There are a few problems he needs to take care of first. Rico is good with that so a visit is planned for a time three weeks down the road. But right now, Rico wants to celebrate the possible sale, so out comes the Tequila bottle along with several glasses. By the time the bottle is empty, everyone has a hell of a buzz going on. As Max helps Quinn up the stairs he can't help noticing just how soft her skin feels and holds her just a little bit closer to his side. When he gets her to her room, she needs just a bit of help getting into bed. He doesn't take her clothes off but just lays her on top of the covers and then covers her up. She looks to be passed out so Max thinks, 'What the hell, I'm just gonna steal one kiss. She won't know about it and I'll have something to remember her by.' He bends over and softly kisses her and then licks her bottom lip with his tongue. She feels so soft but he tells himself to get out of there before he does something he shouldn't. So he quietly leaves her room.
As soon as the door snicks shut, Quinn opens her eyes and feels her lips. When he kissed her, it took everything in her power to pretend to be passed out and then when he licked her lower lip, she almost fainted, it was so sweet. She gets up, takes off her clothes and goes into the bathroom to take a shower. A nice long cold shower. When she's done, she puts on a pair of panties and an oversized tee shirt and crawls back under the covers. Sleep does not come to her though. She lies there for the better part of an hour and is still so wide awake she decides to get up. 5 minutes later finds her entering Max's room with carnal thoughts on her mind. As she draws closer to the bed, she notices he is sound asleep and thinks to herself once more that this idea was insane. As she gets alongside of the bed, there is a big ass pistol pointed at her head.
"Max, it's just me . . . Quinn, I couldn't sleep."
"I'm having trouble going to sleep myself." Max says as he looks at her. And then he says, "Wanna play some gin rummy?"
And does she ever laugh at that. "No", she says, "I want to kiss you." And then bends over and takes his mouth with hers.
Well, it sure doesn't take Deeks long to start kissing her back and she thinks to herself, how could something so wrong, feel so right. A few minutes into the impromptu make out session, Quinn feels something nudging her in her belly. As she investigates his erection her eyes open wide and she gasps out, "MAX! What the hell do you feed that thing to have it grow to be that size?"
With a twinkle in his eye he looks at her and says, "Brunettes, and he's most definitely hungry right now." And then he smirks and the night watches over them as they both lose themselves in each other's embrace.
When morning comes, Max wakes up to a naked Quinn draped all over him. He starts kissing her again and she comes awake and kisses him back and then Max tells her, "It's feeding time." And she sighs and enjoys herself for an hour or so before it's time to go.
This goes on everyday afterwards and Quinn never leaves Max's side. She knows she has to go back to her husband when this mission is over, but this time it's going to hurt. Still, there could never be anything other than fantastic sex with Max, after all, when all is said and done; he's still a bad guy. She does however hope that this undercover op lasts a little longer.
Each day Quinn notices Max growing more rude and vicious. Just yesterday, someone gave Rico some shit and Max left him lying at Rico's feet in a bloody heap. Yet at night, with her, he's like a completely different person in the way he treats her. He's so soft, so gentle, and almost reverent. She doesn't know what to make of that. In fact, sex last night felt more like making love than sex. Is Max developing stronger feelings towards her? She doesn't know but hopes not, for both their sakes. Right now, they're both lying in his bed all tangled up and naked. Her legs are tangled in his to the point that her sex is rubbing on his thigh and she's starting to get that familiar tingle in her lower belly again. She picks the sheet up to look at him and thinks to herself that she's glad that the diet of the current brunette didn't make it grow any larger. It's to the point now that it's hard to take it all. Then she smiles in remembrance of the past trysts. As she thinks of last night, she feels him grow and looks up at the bluest eyes she's ever seen and he has that damn smirk on his face. "He's hungry Quinn, it must be feeding time." And then she loses all track of time.
3 days before the scheduled meeting with the arms buyer, Rico tells Max he had a couple jobs for him. He wants Max to talk to a sailor in San Diego and a Marine near Pendleton and pick up some paper work. Rico gives Max the time and address and tells him to be careful. He also shows him a picture of the men he's supposed to meet. Since it's just a pick-up, he asks Quinn if she wants to ride along, maybe do a little shopping while he takes care of business and then maybe catch some dinner later. Well Quinn jumps at that. That will give her a chance to talk to some people about the upcoming meeting.
When Max and Quinn pull into San Diego, Max asks her, "How do you want to do this Quinn? Should I pick you up after I talk to the guy or should I go up to Pendleton and then pick you up on the way out of town?"
"Pick me up after you're done at Pendleton. That'll give me some decent time for shopping."
"Okay." He drops her where she wants, gives her a kiss goodbye and leaves for his first meeting.
As soon as he's out of sight, she walks to the nearest restaurant and orders a coffee and digs a phone out of her purse. She calls the first number in her contact list.
"Hello, Sam Hannah."
"Hey baby, it's Michelle. I miss you! I just thought I would call and see how things are going. I'm in San Diego for a couple hours supposedly shopping while one of the men is picking something up. I think this op should be over in a week or so. We plan on catching a really big fish this time. In fact, I need to talk to my handler as soon as I finish talking to you but I called you first. I really needed to hear your voice baby. It's been so long."
"I miss you too Michelle. So does Kamran. And the bed feels really big and cold without you in it. I'm glad you'll be home soon. Baby, I need to go. We have a case. I hope to talk to you soon. Bye." And Sam Hannah breaks the connection and heads up to ops.
When she's done talking to her husband, Michelle closes her phone and wipes the mist from her eyes. She needs to settle down for a minute and then call her handler. The CIA is going to be at that arms meeting also.
As soon as Deeks drops Quinn off and leaves the area, he's on the phone to his handler. He lets him know of the upcoming arms deal and the people telling Rico of the arms shipments. He tells him that there are pics and contacts on Rico's phone of all the players so it should make for an airtight case. He gives him the address and time of the meeting and tells him to arrest Max also. He wants to keep Max's cover intact for the future. Then his thoughts turn to Quinn. She's just an expediter; he doesn't want to see her hurt. He has to be careful on how he's gonna keep her out of trouble. Some way he'll manage.
The morning of the arms deal, Quinn wakes up like normal, all tangled up in Max. After today, there will be no more Max so she wants something to remember him by. As she picks the sheet up, she reaches down and starts fondling him until he's bright eyed and bushy tailed. Max wakes up with a glimmer in his eyes that just melts her heart and turns her into putty. It was several hours later before they get up.
Later, in the late afternoon, the buyer arrives along with several others. As he's inspecting the goods, Max is standing alongside of Rico when he catches a glimpse of a shadow in the upstairs window out of the corner of his eye. When he sees that, he knows the time is close and now wonders what he should do with Quinn. He quickly comes up with a plan and turns to her, "Quinn, I need you to go out to my car and get the brief case out of the trunk for me. Ok?"
"Right now Max? Shouldn't I be here with you all?"
"No, you've already done the hard part for us and Rico has your banking number so we'll be good. We can take care of everything later tonight. Ok baby?" Before she can leave to carry out her small task, Max grabs her and kisses her like there was no tomorrow and really there isn't. He just doesn't know it yet. And then he tells her something strange. He says, "I will miss you Quinn." And he turns around to face the buyer.
As soon as Quinn gets outside she sees all the agents swarming the building and she gets a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. Did Max somehow feel a raid coming? Did he see something she missed? Something happened for him to tell her to come out to his car to get something that, when she looked, isn't there. Then she remembers the last thing he said. 'I will miss you Quinn'. He sent her outside to protect her against something that he thought was going to happen. That man has a mighty soft heart for being such a vicious criminal. I hope things work out for him in prison because, without a doubt, that's where he's going. Now all she needs to do is try to forget him and the times they shared together as she pulls her CIA badge out of her shirt and walks towards the command center truck down the block thinking once more of the things that she does for the job.
Little does she know of how the future unfolds.