Hello my dears. So this is my first NCIS:LA fanfic, I usually write Supernatural stuff, but I have recently devoured all the NCIS:LA fic I could find and decided to write this one. I am an incurable romantic so there will be more romance and feelings than action I'm afraid.

I hope you like my foray into this fandom, and yes I am sticking to what I know in the fact that this will be a slash between Deeks and Callen, though as it's a T there will be nothing explicit. I will also alternate between the names Marty and Deeks, and G and Callen, and the rest, as it does it the show.

I would also like to mention that I am dyslexic and therefore I apologise for any spelling or grammatical errors in this story. If word doesn't pick it up, I probably won't either.

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA.

Two months before Legends…

Special agent G Callen was pissed as he made his way to ops. He had just been released from the custody of the LAPD after they busted up his uncover arms deal which had taken him over a week of hard work to set up, and now he was going to have to find a new way in. What he really wanted to do right now was have a shower and forget this damn case, he hated the stale smell of jail cells, they reminded him far too much of the other times he had been in them. There was never a good reason to get locked up in his mind. Of course as he thought that he realised that that wasn't actually true. He could never forget this case, they needed to find those stolen weapons. No, what he really wanted to do was find out how the hell the LAPD had found out about the buy he had set up and managed to perform a raid on it without them knowing and then hopefully have something, or someone, to hit.

He really was not in a good mood.

As he walked down the corridor towards where he hoped he would find the solution, or at least he hoped Eric could help him find the solution, his team leader came out of her office and called to him.

"Callen-"

"Not now Mace." He replied. He was not in the mood to give a de-brief, surely she had figured out what had happened. I mean Hetty was the one who got him out of jail, even if he had had to stay there for six hours.

"Callen!" Macey snapped her voice getting her agent to stop walking and turn to her.

"What is it Mace?" Callen asked tiredly. They didn't have time for this. He needed to act quickly so that arms dealer didn't get wind of who he really was. They couldn't lose these weapons.

"You can't go back out there." She said simply. Surely Callen realised there was a chance he had got made with the raid.

"Why? Because the LAPD decided to arrest me? I'll just tell Belotov that I have a really good lawyer." Callen responded with his charming smile even if Macey could see the hard look in his eyes. There was no way he would let this one go without another shot and they were running out of time, but she also didn't want to put one of her best undercover agents in danger.

"24 hours, no more. Then I'm pulling you and sending Sam or Renko in." She decided before turning on her heals and returning to her office so she could justify to their operations manager why it was she had allowed Callen to stay in. That and she had a feeling that it would be better if she didn't know the exact details of how he would be spending the time she had given him. She knew Callen, and she would put money on the fact that he would be bending rules and crossing lines to get the job done. That was just who he was, and as Hetty liked to say, plausible deniability really was a girl's best friend in this business.

Callen didn't say anything to his team leaders retreating back. Just turned round and continued his journey into ops. When he walked through the door he found himself looking round, seeing who was where in the room. He was glad to see that most people had gone home for the night, there was just there tech operator Eric Beale sat at his desk. It looked like he wasn't the only one trying to find a new way in with the elusive Mr Belotov.

"Hey Eric, what you got for me?" He asked smirking as the guy jumped a little at the sound of his voice from behind him. He really did enjoy sneaking up on Eric. It was so much fun.

"Callen, you're out. not that I think you would stay in jail but still…" Eric blathered before pulling himself together to stop rambling at the senior agent who was looking very much like he had just spend a good six hours in police custody. Which of course he had.

"Yeah Eric. I'm out. What do you have on the case?" Callen asked with a shake of his head at the guy. Though listening to Eric ramble had eased the tension in his shoulders and seemed to relax some of the ire he felt towards the LAPD right then.

"Umm, nothing really." Eric replied sheepishly. He had wanted to have something to give to Callen when he came back. But he had been through all the information he could get his hands on, which was quite a lot considering he was Eric Beale and he had mad computer skills. And yet he had turned up nothing new.

"Okay," Callen sighed running his hand over his short hair as he tried to think of an angle he could work in the next 24 hours. What he needed was a way in, a quick way in. "Do you have intel on those close to Belotov?" he asked the tech operator, hoping he would be able to find something in the intel they had on them. They were the only ones close enough to their target to get him the meet he needed.

"Yes." Eric replied jumping up and pulling the information up on the touch screen as he talked. "There seemed to be three main people close to him, his right hand man Mal Tonski, his muscle Rick Armstorng, adaptly named if you get me-"

"Eric-" Callen muttered good humouredly, seeing the phot of Rick Armstrong he completely understood where the other guy was coming from. His arms were larger than Sam's, and that was saying something, but he wanted to get Eric back on track.

"Right. Finally his lawyer, Martin Davidson, though I can't find much about him at all, believe me, I have looked." Eric said as he pulled up the final profiles, though this last was a lot shorter than the other two. In fact all it had was a picture and some very basic intel on the guy.

That intrigued Callen, how could they have so little on a lawyer for someone as shady as Belotov? Walking over to the screen and studying the intel Eric had produced he academically registered that the lawyer was pretty cute, with his messy blond hair and bright blue eyes, though he thought he would look more at home on a beach than in court room. But as Callen knew, looks could be very deceiving, he had to be pretty good if he was working for Belotov. Studying the intel further he eyes widened as he found exactly what he was looking for. It was one simple line which wouldn't stand out to anyone else, just a comment on the lawyers seeming lack of preference for the gender of his sexual partners, but to Callen it screamed the perfect way in. Well what do you know, Eric had done it again.

"hey Eric, can you find the lawyer for me?" He asked stepping back from the screen all reserved energy now he had found his new angle, though he did study the picture more intently this time. Yeah he was cute, he could definitely make this work.

"Give me a minute." Eric replied as he tapped his keys before turning back to the agent behind him. "He's at a bar, address sent to your phone. Do you want me to call Sam in for back up?"

"No. Not this time." Callen responded his eyes still on the photo in front of him. He did not want his partner anywhere near what he was about to do. He knew Sam wouldn't approve, and hey, what the big guy didn't know, wouldn't worry him.

With that Callen walked out of the room with a spring in his step, he needed to go have a shower and change if he was going to make this work. As he went out the door he passed Nate, and giving the operational physiologist a grin he slipped away before he could say anything.

Nate knew that look on Callen's face, it told him he was up to no good. The question in Nate's mind was, did he really want to find out exactly what that was or not? Turning back into the room he caught a glance of the profiles on the screen before Eric removed them. Seeing them, Nate was pretty sure it really wasn't any of his business, and he decided it would probably be for the best for everyone, or at least for his sanity, to keep it that way.