A/N: SO as you will be able to see this is AU. I don't have Callen in this story, I kind of wrote him out so the OC fit in like I wanted her to. I might make this a series, and then I'll bring Callen back, and I know that it's pretty much illegal to have Deeks/OC but I'm going to give it a go and see where it can grow to. If you like it, tell me, if you hate it tell me that too. This is kind of a trial chapter and I kind of like where it's going, I was inspired by the episode last night, how emotions change under cover and all that stuff. So enjoy. I also may need someone to bounce ideas off of for this, so if you're interested message me and let me know!

Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize.

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Prologue

Sometimes I couldn't remember a time where I didn't work at NCIS, like my former LAPD partner (who incidentally is once more one of my co-workers) I am a liaison detective, that branches LAPD and NCIS together. I like to think I am the better though as I have been working with NCIS longer, and Hetty Lange our operation manager seems to trust me more then Marty Deeks.

About 2 years ago, a Supervisory Special Agent, G. Callen left the agency, enter me to fill the place as Special Agent Sam Hanna's partner. I do remember having a lot to live up to when I first came to NCIS. Sam expected me to act like G who he was missing, someone who had been with him for years. Kensi Blye, a Junior Field Agent didn't seem to care for me much at first and I had to work hard to gain her approval.

I wasn't exactly privy to why Callen left, Hetty assured me that he would probably be back but at the moment he was doing some personal work and that was all I needed to know.

It had been about a year before Marty (or Deeks as other reffer to him) joined the team after the death of Dominic, he took up the space as Kensi's partner and I got to watch him struggle to fit in with a smug grin as my former partner was shown the ropes that I had mastered months ago. Now, two years later it was still the four of us down in the bull-pen, and even though our job was anything but routine, the routine of it was kind of comforting. Until today.

"I don't think I can do it, Sam." I tell my partner keeping my eyes on the road, I adjust my aviator sun glasses on my nose slightly and give my neck a slight roll as I come up to a stop light, wanting nothing more then to turn around and go back home or even the office.

Sam's laugh fills my ear through the bluetooth as I hit the gas, making my way to the house I was going to be stuck living in for the next month with my former partner. It was a totally unrelated case, nothing to do with NCIS, it was something LAPD needed us to do and since we were together, apparently it was easier this way since we had worked together before.

"It's only a few weeks, you'll be back before you know it."

"You're the worst partner ever." I stress the last word as I pull into the LAPD garage, getting ready to hand over my car for some crapy piece for the next month.

"Say's the one who traded me in for Deeks, I'm hurt Claire, Don't expect a warm welcome when you and Deeks get back from playing husband and wife Carroll."

"Sorry, you come next time. I wouldn't mind, trust me."

My partner laughs once more, "Stay safe, don't let Deeks drive you crazier."

"Crazier implies I'm already crazy, I resent that." I tell him throwing the bluetooth out of my ear as his laughter continues to mock me.

Turning my car off I take a moment to compose myself in the Jeep before grabbing my bag from the passenger seat and heading into the side briefing room.

"Carroll! About time you showed up, take a seat. Read the files, take your new IDs you know the drill. See Witt when you're ready to go and he'll give you a car." Our regular operations captain explains.

I almost moodily take a seat beside Deeks shifting through the paper work, Elizabeth Lautner. "Who picked out this name, a twelve year old girl? Dawn, did you let you daughter pick out these names cause I feel like a Twilight character." I joke. Beside me Deeks laughs, "Please, I saw you checking out those Twilight posters last month."

"Liar"

"Not a good way to start off the marriage, with all these lies, I love you but I will divorce you." Deeks says shifting through his own IDs. I groan. How did I get stuck with him again?

"Since I know you didn't read the file, I'll start. Target is a Mr. Luke Vanderslew, it is to be believed that he is the source. College students frequent his property and we think they are his dealers. There have been two drug related deaths on the campus this month, both cocaine related and so far the ends seem to be leading back to him. We're being placed in hopes that we can gather evidence against him so the drug-squad can obtain a warrant and bust him before it gets too out of hand."

"He lives on the street?"

"No, Marty, they're just putting us up in a house along the beach for the hell of it. They love undercover operations that cost thousands of dollars, really!"

"Okay, okay. Stupid question. So, wifey. What house is ours again?"

After telling him the address, I sit back in the leather seats of the Mercedes we were given. I had forgotten that we would be getting a nice car, and as I watch the house go by getting progressively larger as we head down the street I begin to feel a little awed. Usually Deeks and I were put in crack shacks together, run down apartments with hardly working locks. Sometimes it was easier to work like that because typically a junkie couple fought like cats and dogs and that was something we could do easy.

At NCIS, Deeks wasn't my partner, Sam was my partner and I found it easier to work with him under cover as a couple. Sam and I had a natural comfort around each other and I loved his wife and daughter, Sam and I did have a close relationship now, especially after three years but he was more of a father figure, someone I trusted with my life, but not a romantic interest. I take a deep breath as we pull up to a two story beach house, it was beautiful.

Painted white, with hanging baskets and a well kept front garden. I knew that right now it was not occupied, it had been one of the show houses a year ago when these houses were built and it seemed that every deal that had been made on it had closed before a couple could move in. It was fully furnished which was a relief as it kept us from making a big show out of having a large moving truck when we made it look like we were moving in. We had some boxes in the trailer that was attached to the car, half filled with a handful of bricks for weight incase anyone tried to help us move, the others empty. I planned to go for the empty ones.

"Oh wow, you were right, honey. This place is amazing." I smile over at Deeks seeing a blonde woman standing outside her mail box pretending to sort through what looked like junk mail. She had been outside within three seconds after we pulled up. It worried me that someone seemed to have been waiting for us.

Deeks seemed confused for a moment before before seeming to pick up on the other person around us without even looking in her direction. Deeks was a good detective, and I did trust him, we had worked together for over a year before I went to NCIS, that was quite a few undercover operations and over the last three years when LAPD needed something done they often came to us as long as we weren't busy with a case at NCIS.

"You shouldn't doubt me, babe. I know what my wife likes." He says just loud enough for our eavesdropper to hear. I roll my eyes at him before unlatching the trailer, startling as he rushes to my side, pressing himself against me and removing my hand from the trailer.

"Why don't you head in? Take a look around, check out your studio and I'll get the boxes into the garage?" He suggests, pulling keys out of his pocket and handing them to me. I tilt my head up and give him a kiss on his cheek alone with a knowing look as I spin away, making my way towards the front door. He was going to do what he did best, chat up the hot neighbor, sell our story so it would start being spread.

I wasn't sure what we were suppose to be this time, usually we were two junkies who sometimes held part time jobs. I was pretty sure Deeks was going to make me a yoga instructor like he did before, yoga instructor and part-time artist. It usually explained why I stayed at the house a lot during the week, only leaving to go to the station or store. In-fact more then once I had been some personal trainer or aerobics instructor. I did a lot of running, it was something Kensi and I did together in the mornings, working out was a habit I had developed back in college.

I had always been slim, but it took a lot of work. I did a lot of running and cross-training in my down time. When I did have down time. I was lucky to have a gym to use at work and I did a lot of sparring with Sam, not that I ever won.

Deeks was usually some sort of business man, this time he was suppose to be a doctor though, a plastic surgeon and thanks to a very legit looking website (which we begged Eric and Nell to make for us) it looked like he owned a practice, one that brought in quite a bit of money.

Walking through the house I almost drop my jaw at the decor. It was so, modern, classy and I let myself imagine that I actually lived there for a second. My apartment wasn't crappy, it was rather nice but this was amazing. High ceilings, grand staircase, everything open, bright with large bay windows that shows the water from the connecting beach in the back-yard.

I take a tour around the house, falling in love with the master bedroom even though I knew Deeks and I were to be sharing that. They didn't require that, but it often helped to leave the blinds open in the first days of an operation and let the neighborhood get a look in on you lives, interact around windows, outside, throw off the lovey-dovey vibe.

I feel my phone beep in my pocket and I dig it out, seeing a new text message from Deeks, or Ethan Lautner.

"Couger back inside, her and her husband are coming over for dinner next week. Come help me with these boxes,or you're cooking dinner."

I sigh. Sometimes undercover work sucked.