This story will be a one-shot, but in seven different parts: Sam and Callen, Nell and Eric, Kensi, Hetty, Deeks, Granger and my version of her new "mission" (A surprise guest!)
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS:LA or any of its characters, plots, etc.
1: Sam and Callen
Sam wanted to stay; he figured Deeks deserved at least that much. But, Callen insisted on leaving, and on the way home, ranted about Hetty and her actions against the team without his consent. At the bar, it had become quieter as Callen, a man of few words, quickly ran out of steam.
He was nursing a beer, "It makes sense, G. You saw them out there today."
"It doesn't mean I have to like it."
Sam chuckled, "None of us like it G, and you know it. But, you know that Hetty always has a plan. Her ulterior motives have ulterior motives."
Callen gripped his beer tighter, "We just got the team back together Sam. Deeks just got back into his rhythm, and we all know it was because of Kensi. Whether Hetty likes it or not, she put Deeks on this team to balance out Kensi, and now they need each other to work."
Sam let out a deep breath. He still doubted the Detective at times. He was, at best, like an overeager golden retriever that waited at the door every night you came home, waiting for attention. But, after Sidorov, he couldn't fault the man. Deeks needed someone to lean on, and in the process, both of his teammates fell in love.
No, they'd been in love long before that. It had been happening since Jason Wyler stepped into their case at the gym. It had been all the little undercover operations, falling into place, piece by piece until they had a story made up of different alias. An engagement ring, a house in a gated neighborhood, a hookup at a bar by the beach, a meeting at a club, an anniversary at the casino, and all the important steps in between.
Callen knew Sam was right. This was inevitable; that it would end badly. He had only been joking when he quipped, "Stuck, smitten, whatever," to her, but now, he knew there was no turning back. Deeks, officially or not, was a part of their team, and this teammate needed his partner to survive the job.
He knew what it was like to be out there, with this job, alone, with no one to talk to about it. He'd been almost relieved when Deeks and Kensi walked in this morning, blustering like little girls. Not to mention that he gained a hundred bucks from various people. But, he knew it was a long time coming.
Callen also knew that Hetty knew. There was no way that Hetty hadn't planned for this to happen all along. She was much too clever, and knew her pieces much too well to not have foreseen this. But, in all her seven-steps-ahead schemes, he had never seen her so cold heartedly tear two people away from each other.
The bartender looked over at them, "Hey, you guys need anything? Closing up shop in fifteen."
They both shook their heads. "We're good. Thanks Frank."
The older gentleman nodded, but proceeded over with two shot glasses, filled to the brimmed with whiskey. "You guys look like you could use it. On the house." He walked away, humming lightly as he did so.
Sam raised the glass just a couple centimeters off the counter, "To Kensi and Deeks," he started.
Callen nodded, "May their partnership last longer than ours."
Jazz here; yeah, I decided to come back before the year was out. Wow, the last episode for the year was amazing...it had a good ending. Merry Late Christmas!