A/N: Here is a end tag to season 2 "Plan B" Another wonderful episode with Deeks. Also you can say this is like a companion piece to my other story "Human Emotion" (You don't need to read it...but you are more than welcome to)
"Hopefully soon the rest of the NCIS team will welcome Marty Deeks into their make shift family. So that if something bad happens again, he would have someone to lean on rather the bottle."
This is going to be a two chapter thing, becuase I'm still polishing the second half. (it should be done in the next day or so) Anyways, thanks for reading, enjoy and please let me know what you think. :)
Henrietta Lange was a master of many talents and tailing a subject while remaining unseen was one of the many. She knew nearly every trick in the book to follow another car without detection. She could even follow the best lead agents, who had a habit of keeping an eye out for abnormalities, and never be spotted. However, for a person who was never taught to keep a look out, or for an LAPD detective whose mind wasn't on his surrounding, Hetty didn't even have to break out the book.
Hetty had watched behind the rim of her china tea cup as their LAPD liaison headed over to the rest of the team and stepped back into the role of Marty Deeks, the wise-cracking detective, once more. He gave them his charming smile as they all left for home, eventually leaving him alone amongst the desks. She finished off her tea, noticing how his smile faltered for a moment before a forced grin appeared on his scruffy face; a clear indication that he was aware of the other employees still around him. Getting up from her desk, Hetty went to wash her cup and teapot, disappearing from his line of view but not from hers. By the time she set her dishes down to dry, Deeks had gotten up and headed out the door.
Hetty took her time gathering her belongings before exiting the NCIS building and proceeded to head down to one of the many undercover cars at her disposal. Getting behind the wheel of a black Mazda RX-8, she pulled onto the main road and started to follow Deeks' red Chevy Malibu. She followed him through the streets of Downtown Los Angeles until he came to a stop in front of First St. Pool Billiard Parlor. Hetty rounded the block and parked on the other side of the street, getting a better view of the driver in the Malibu. She watched as Deeks studied the parlor as if he was debating on going inside which would make him slip back into the alias of Max Gentry. His head fell down to his chest, eyes surveying his bright plaid shirt before starting up the car again. He was not clothed for the role of Max. As the red Malibu pulled back onto the street, Hetty spotted a silver Aston Martin Rapide. Apparently she was not the only one tailing the detective.
The bookwas now open.
Hetty knew that the driver of the Aston Martin, even though tailing a car itself, would still look for people following him. That was just his nature and that man was good at spotting a tail, but she was better. She followed the silver and red cars through a maze of side-streets and main freeways for twenty minutes. A proud smile began to form on her lip; Mr. Deeks was doing a good job on changing his route. The sun was setting, hiding behind the forest of sky scrapers, when the Malibu pulled up to a run-of-the-mill night club. The Aston Martin blew past the club making a right turn at the next intersection, while Hetty parked her Mazda a few cars back from the entrance.
She watched.
Deeks made his way straight into the club without any hesitation or notice to his surroundings.
She waited.
Callen rounded the corner a moment later, glancing around the area before heading inside.
She smiled.
The engine of the Mazda roared to life as Hetty drove away. Mr. Deeks was in good hands.
TBC...