Title: It was my job
Author: McGiva
Rating: T
Point of View: Deeks
Pairings: Deeks/Kensi & Nell/Callen
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I do not own, profit or anything having to do with or about Sirkin & Sirkin (which is an actual real law office in LA). I have no knowledge of anything having to do with things such as but not limited to: the law, lawyers, cops, procedures, or anything else for that fact. Anything in this story was made up by me or was Googled.
*Author's note* The minor changes to this and now all current and future chapters have been made by my wonderful beta ibroketheinternet who gets to deal with a first time writer!
I knew this day wasn't going to end well. I should have just called in sick. But then Kensi would have found me and beat me; well I consider it beating but really it's just a nice fast hard punch to the arm depending on what I have or haven't done. We all know that is one of her favorite hobbies. But anyways. I was hoping to never have to do this, but G. gives me no choice in the matter.
Yes, I let it slip a time or two that I did go to UCLA for undergrad and Law School, and yes that I passed the California State Bar Examination. No one ever decided to push for anything else, nor had they seemed cared. After passing the Bar, I got a job at a Small law firm. The law firm of Sirkin & Sirkin; a husband and wife team of lawyers'. Evan aka Mr. Sirkin, took me under his wing and taught me all he could in the few months that I was working for them. It was here that I found I really did not wanna become a lawyer after all. Evan was disappointed to say the least when I told him I was going to quit his firm. The only thing that was my redeeming feature was that I had already been accepted into the LAPD's training course for the Police Academy.
But I digress, so back to the matter at hand. G went all lone wolf on us; shooting the Chameleon, and getting arrested on national TV. So after logically trying to figure out my options I check up on Kensi just to make sure she's okay. Then after quick jog over to Sam to check on him. I ask Sam what he wants me to do, seeing as he would now be the Senior Agent in Charge, he just looks so lost. I tell him I am going to find a way back to OSP and to have them keep me updating with Callen and the truck which is now a "crime scene".
I then go up to the cops, which have just arrested G and ask them as a professional courtesy if they could take him to LAPD lock up, since I know they wouldn't let us take him to the boatshed. At least I might have a little pull there since I am a LAPD Detective/ NCIS liaison officer. They grant me that much, at least I know where G will be spending the night. As another professional courtesy they let me have a word with him before they load him up and take him away. I knew it would only be a second so I tell him this; "The only word you speak to them is 'my Lawyer's name is Evan Sirkin', you don't need to know anything else. We will be at the station tonight to try and get you out." As I turn to walk away, G grabs my arm saying; "Tell her... I'm ...sorry." I can only smirk as I walk away responding, "No way, G. you can do that yourself."
Next order of business; get to OSP. So that's what I'll do first. As I start walking down the street I cut though a few alleys and buildings so I am not around the various news crews, I flag down a cab and ask the cabbie to drop me off three blocks away from OSP. I pay the cabbie then I hesitantly pick up my cell and call Evan luckily I have his direct line or I probably wouldn't call. Let me tell you, I don't think he is not going to happy to hear from me.
As I am walking towards OSP I start dialing and waiting for him to answer, I laugh at his greeting; "This is Evan, what did you do wrong and how can I make it right?" My response was, "did you happen to be watching the news? I really didn't want my fifteen minutes of fame to be like this." Now it is his turn to laugh. "Never thought I would hear from you again but as I stated before how can I help?" This statement takes me by surprise. I didn't think he would be this willing to help me but who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Well, I can't really discuss this over the phone as it is now an ongoing case, but can I stop by the office with a co-worker to try and get my boss from going to Gitmo?"
"I'll do you one better," says Evan, "how about I just meet you both at the LAPD precinct at 1900 hours and you can explain yourself then. Just make sure your boss knows to keep his mouth shut and not to say any word other than 'Lawyer'," I smile at that thought, "that won't be a problem Evan, thank you for helping me. I will see you tonight."
Well that part was easy. Plan B has commenced. Now all I have to do is get Granger, Hetty, Eric and Nell on board. And with that thought in mind I walk up to OSP, open the door and make my way up stairs. Luckily or not I can't find Granger or Hetty so maybe I can do this my way and ask for forgiveness instead of permission. I find Eric staring at the big screen and it seems like he doesn't even know I am there. So I make my presence known. He seems shell shocked so I step up to the table and start to give Eric orders. At first all he does is look blankly at me.
I tell him I have a plan but need his help to get it in motion, my plan is how we are going to get G back. After he hears that his ears perk up, kinda like Monty's. I tell him to start backstopping a legend for Nell. He is confused so I explain to him that she needs to be set up as my paralegal, working for me Martin Deeks, Lawyer at Sirkin & Sirkin. He is still confused. So I give him the cliff-notes version. That was the law firm I worked for for a few months before training for the Police Academy, and that I am still in contact with Evan one of the owners and that he is going to be the Senior Lawyer that is going to help us get G back
Next order of business is to find Nell, explain the situation, have her gather a copy of all the evidence we have been collecting. Wow that doesn't seem like such a hard thing now does it. As luck would have it I do find her walking out of the restroom. After giving her a quick shoulder squeeze and letting her know we will get G back. She tilts her head sideways thinking I have gone insane seeing as he just killed someone execution style on national TV. I tell her the same thing I told Eric, emphasizing her part as my paralegal and to make sure she has copies of all the evidence on her tablet not the originals. I tell her I will be back to get her at 1800 hours. I leave her as she walks into the office.
My first stop is the garage I need to sign out a car that looks like a lawyers car, I'm in luck as I sign out the Mercedes-Benz ML 320. Now that that is settled, I head back towards Hetty's magic wardrobe to find an expensive looking business suit. I am hoping by the time I return to Eric everything will be set.