August 2008

"Georgiana Abrams. Though I prefer Georgia, like the country."

He thinks it would be too cliché to compare her smoky tones to honey. Or even call them smoky tones. God, what the fuck is this woman doing to him.

"Well, Georgia like the country, my name is Marty Deeks, and I'm looking forward to showing you the ropes around this hellhole. I mean, this station."

Deeks flashes his winsome, thousand watt smile, the kind that got women (and men) to grope themselves just thinking about it.

Georgia throws her head back and laughs a deep, throaty laugh. Maybe he's reading too much into it, but the laugh seems haughty. Like she knows something he doesn't.

"I look forward to it, Detective Deeks."

"Deeks works just fine. Everyone else calls me Deeks. Or Marty, if you want to call me something more," Deeks pauses and raises an eyebrow seductively, "intimate."

"Deeks it is," Georgia returns without skipping a beat.

"Ah, you don't get intimately involved with your partners?" Deeks knows he is toeing a fine line of propriety, but he just got back from a huge win in the field and he feels invincible.

Georgia's eyes flash something precarious. If he weren't a seasoned detective and detector of lies and deception, he would have missed it. She covers it quickly by stepping closer to him and sweeping her hand across his chest.

His t-shirt is thin enough that he can feel the heat of her hand. He doesn't move it, reminding himself how long it's been since he's gotten laid.

"I suppose you will just have to stick around to find out."

Deeks would be lying if he said he had been expecting Georgia to play the game so inherently. Her eyes meet his in a dangerous challenge and he won't admit to anyone that he's equal parts turned on and terrified.

"Abrams, Deeks. Your covers are ready," some poor tech geek squeaked out at the sight of the new woman touching the hot undercover detective of the station.

Georgia digs her nails into the skin at the back of his neck before stepping back primly.

"Thank you, Ms. Pelletier."

Deeks stares between Georgia and the tech girl who had been hired fresh out of college to prepare convincingly real documents. He never asked her name, just threw out a quick thanks before snatching up his ID's.

Pelletier.

He would remember that. His newbie is already outshining him. And from the look on Ms. Pelletier's face, she is thrilled beyond belief to be receiving any sort of recognition.

Georgia holds her perfectly manicured right hand out to accept the driver's licenses with a glance at them. "I appreciate you keeping my first name, Kelly."

Kelly Pelletier.

Wow, he is looking really bad.

"Thanks, Kelly. We'll be in touch," Deeks adds, forcing enough levity into his voice to make it seem like he already had known Kelly Pelletier's name this whole time.

Deeks starts walking briskly toward the doors of the station to his beat-up truck, checking his right side to make sure Georgia is in step with him. Of course she is. This one is growing on him, as much as a partner could grow on him.

"You don't work much with partners."

She states it, doesn't ask it.

"Nope."

Deeks doesn't ask her how she knows this. It's kind of a creepy thing to know automatically. Some high-up or another probably gave her a briefing on how to handle his lonewolf tendencies.

"I don't either."

It's probably not all that strange that she offers this piece of information to him. That's what partners do, he thinks.

"Why now? Why here?"

"Fresh start."

Again, Deeks doesn't ask her to elaborate. He doesn't much care about her background, except that she is very well-regarded from the NYPD undercover unit. So long as she could memorize a cover and act on instinct and shoot straight, he is fine with being partnered with a brunette firecracker.

He always had a thing for brunettes.

"That's just what you're getting, Mrs. Dalton. A fresh start. And a partner."

"Just what I wanted, Mr. Dalton. A fresh start. And a partner."


October 2014

"I always find that it helps me when I talk about things that are bothering me."

"It never helps when you're bothering me."

Kensi's voice is surprisingly steady, considering that her interview with Chief Investigator Wallace was about Afghanistan. Her own personal hell. And maybe his too.

"Touché."

Deeks pauses to laugh like he knows Kensi expects him to.

"Except I'm being serious."

Deeks manages to keep his own voice steady, unlike the hysterical staccato of his heartbeat. The rise and fall of Kensi's shoulders is careful and controlled, but he could feel her heart being torn into tiny pieces. But maybe those pieces have been shattered since a desert and an ex-fiance and he was too late, too late, always too late.

"Come on, partners don't keep secrets."

Except that, sometimes, partners do keep secrets.


Author's Note: This is my first jaunt into the NCIS: LA world, so I would love to hear your thoughts. Thank you in advance for reading and reviewing!