Yes. In this story G and Deeks had a one night stand. That is the basic motivation for this story. Reviews are much appreciated, and yes (for any older readers) I changed a little this chapter. Not too much, but it is different.


Deeks supposed it was his fault. He was a naturally touchy person... in the sense that he hugged and touched others a lot, not in the sense that he was over-sensitive (though he could be that too). But it wasn't completely his fault. Maybe he started it; with all the little touches and quips he kept giving Callen to try and annoy him. But all Callen had done was seem to challenge him- as if he wanted Deeks to push it further.

Couldn't say it didn't work.

Deeks' back still stung from where Callen had practically clawed at it.

Of all the things there was to think about the situation, Deeks was still surprised that he'd been the top. There was no fight for control, so Deeks just took it. In the moment it had all been well and good, but now Deeks looked like the world's most skittish puppy.

To Deeks' knowledge there was no actual feelings behind what they did. It had just been a spur of the moment kind of thing. Was there some sort of way he should act now? Like everything was normal? That's the approach Callen was clearly taking.

God Deeks hoped he looked less awkward than he felt. He knew Kensi was sparing him weird glances and Sam was less than occasionally looking at him too. But he could only focus his eyes toward Callen. Did that make him more suspicious? All Callen was doing was smirking anyway- he wasn't giving Deeks the help he was silently asking for. The answer to 'what the hell do I do?'

"Are you feeling okay Deeks?" Kensi finally asked, leaning over to basically whisper it.

"Yeah, fine" Deeks' eyes flew down to his desk and he tried to make himself look busy. The bullpen was uncharacteristically quiet and he knew it was simply because of him.

He knew he should've tried to act less suspicious. But how in the world was he supposed to do that when Callen was right across from him? G Callen; his co-worker. G Callen; one of his best friends. G Callen; the man he slept with last night.

Deeks knew the attention had been removed from him and could only assume now they were all sending silent questions Callen's way. They probably thought he and G had some sort of fight last night. It was almost funny, how wrong that assumption was.

Eric's whistle cut through Deeks' thoughts, relaxing his mind immediately "A case! Oh thank god!" He didn't realize he'd said that out loud and didn't have time to be questioned on it because he was practically up the stairs in five seconds. Even Eric had looked surprised.

"What did you do to that poor kid?" "What the hell Callen?" Sam and Kensi asked at the same time, both with an intense look on their face.

Callen couldn't help but smile "I didn't do anything" He shrugged and stood up.

"He was looking at you like you were a demon about to collect his soul!" Kensi exclaimed, moving in front of Callen to make him answer.

"Kensi, I did not threaten him in any way. I did not try to kill him. I did not say, or do, anything to make him scared of me" Callen admitted sincerely.

"Then what on earth did you do?" Sam broke in.

"I just... let him call the plays" Callen tried not to smile at his reply.

"On the case last night? The one that ended in a massive shootout?"

"Yeah" Callen answered; he had been coming up with that response ever since Kensi and Sam picked up on Deeks' weird behaviour.

"No wonder he looks so scared" Sam offered "Probably thinks you're going to kill him for stealing your job description. And for failing at it"

"Exactly" Callen agreed then looked to Kensi "Now do you want Hetty to put us on detention?"

Kensi backed away with a small sigh of concedement. As soon as Callen started walking away, she shared a look with Sam; who only shrugged in response.


"Mind explaining to the class why you are late?" Hetty quipped, Eric looking at the latecomers apologetically.

"What do we got?" Sam asked, preferring to work the case than try to explain what happened to Hetty. If she didn't already know.

Hetty turned her attention to the case almost obediently, but they all heard her sigh of mild annusement (a word Deeks had created meaning annoyed amusement) "Mr Beale, if you will"

A quick few taps of the tablet and Eric had brought up identification belonging to one "Simon Nicks. A navy Sub-Lieutenant" He explained before a new picture came up. Charred black covered every inch of what was once the Sub-Lieutenant's body. Now his corpse was more skeleton than flesh "Died last night in a fire that LAPD has dubbed suspicious. Dental records were all that could identify him. Smoke inhalation killed him first" Eric added, hoping that would lower the distress in the room.

"What makes the fire suspicious?" Deeks questioned, sounding much more like himself.

"Kerosene ILR left on his body. Just his body"

"So he was set on fire directly?" Kensi asked.

"Looks that way"

"What about the rest of the room? If the fire started on him why is the whole place like that?" Deeks wondered aloud.

"Well that's the strange part. The room was set on fire in a way that could easily have been accidental"

"So they were trying to make the fire look unintentional but decided they didn't want to risk Nicks surviving?" Callen suggested.

"Seems likely" Eric confirmed.

"We got any other leads? Suspects?"

Eric brought up a new picture, this one the ID of a young African-American girl "Vivian Bray. Seventeen years old, been in juvy twice and lived in two foster homes since the death of her parents who, get this, died in a fire when she was ten"

"What connects her to Nicks?" Sam asked as he moved closer.

"He was her foster father after she got out of juvy the first time. Only he wasn't home all that often and it was the girlfriend, Jane Nicks who took care of her"

"Why was she in juvy?" Kensi questioned.

"After a few months in her foster home, Vivian started vandalizing properties and stole from her new family on a regular basis. They got sick of it and had the system take her back. She was only released last year a little after she turned sixteen"

"And that's when the Nicks took her in" Deeks finished.

"Yep. She had a steady job helping out at the local car mechanics, but after she got caught stealing money from her new boss she was sent back to juvy"

"That where she is now?" Callen asked.

"Doesn't seem likely that she could have done it then" Sam spoke, mostly aiming the statement at his partner.

"No it doesn't" G replied evenly, looking suspiciously into the mismatched eyes of the young girl.

"You wanna check it out anyway" Sam sounded a little disappointed.

"Don't worry. If you don't want to go I'll just take Deeks"

Deeks let out a small choked sound and everyone looked over in concern.

"If that's alright with you?" Callen asked him.

"Yeah no it's fine"

Hetty narrowed her eyes at the two but said nothing, trusting her team to know what they were doing.

"So where does that leave us?" Sam asked, directing his hand between himself and Kensi; who was too focused on Deeks to ask the question herself.

"You Mr Hanna, and Ms Blye, will go and talk to the widow" Hetty informed them.

"Works for me. Kens?"

"Yeah" Kensi answered, eyes narrowed toward her normal partner. Deeks was actively avoiding the stare.

"Jane never moved in with her boyfriend. Lives at 4th Avenue and West, 17th street" Eric helpfully told them "And Vivian is at the juvy on Filbert street"

"Alright then" Callen spoke for his whole team when he said those two words "Deeks?" He waved his arms towards the door.

Through his panic, Deeks managed to give his new partner a small glare.

"He's already getting the hang of your job" G commented to Sam, giving the ex-SEAL a comforting pat as he walked out. Sam scoffed in reply.

"What's with those two?" Hetty asked as soon as they were gone.

"Deeks was telling G what to do before the shoot-out. Now he thinks Callen's out to kill him" Sam told her, because he had no reason to believe otherwise.

"Oh. Well what are you two still doing here? You have somewhere to be you know" Hetty moved her hands in a shooing motion.

Sam obeyed first, Kensi biting her lip as he walked past before she turned to follow him.


So there's chapter one me. Let me know what you think via the review button, if not to give general feedback then to decide the answer to this question; Should I write the situation that lead to their one night stand? If I did I would put it as a prologue.