Hello,
This is the sequel to the fic called Bordereau. It might not make much sense if you haven't read that first. Hope you enjoy.
The apartment that Deeks was currently sat in certainly wasn't the worst one he had lived in as an undercover operative. Of course it wasn't like the operations he had run with NCIS, his current apartment was still a long way from the suburban house he had lived in as Justin and Melissa. As Max Gentry, he had paid his, rather violent dues, and it had rewarded him with a decent enough kick back that he could afford a slightly more upmarket place, and so, the LAPD had been forced to give him something nicer than the bedsit he had been in before. It wasn't in character for Gentry to clean much, and he drank, hard. This meant the once nice apartment now resembled that of a crack den, with holes in the walls, bottles lying around, and damaged stained furnishing. The apartment looked like someone had tried to visualise what a hangover would look like if it came to life. He had joked to himself one night that Kensi would be happy here but that only made him miss her more than he could already cope with and it wouldn't do him well to have Max Gentry wandering around like a lost puppy.
Deeks had been cleared for duty after only three weeks and he remembered the anger as fresh as if it had happened yesterday. He expected LAPD to give him a few days, instead they had arrived at his door the same day his doctor had cleared him, as though he was a criminal about to skip bail. That had been five weeks ago and he had quickly gained the trust and respect of Harold Sanyo. He knew the current operation was coming to a close and he thought back to the first encounter he'd had with Harold after returning to LAPD.
"The police in DC are after you." An unexpected voice in his ear had whispered the words, he had turned to see a pretty blonde waitress smile at him, as he turned and locked eyes with her she pointed to the man that sat in the back of the bar. Deeks locked eyes with Sanyo and threw back his drink, throwing the glass down and making his way over. With an authoritative nod of his head he told the two men sitting with Sanyo to move, they looked at their boss only moving when he smiled at them, letting them know everything was okay.
"I hear you've been naughty. How unlike you?" Sanyo was smirking at the man in front of him, looking like the prodigal son had returned. Max didn't feel like joking, Max never did. Instead he asked a question.
"How much do you know about what happened in DC?" He knew exactly what Sam and Callen had shown him, but he wanted to see how up front he would be. Sanyo was notorious for not trusting anyone which made it even stranger that he told him every detail of his encounter with 'two DC mall cops'. His story never wavering from the one he had been told from his friends.
"So did you really kill that cop?" his voice wasn't one of disgust, but admiration, and it made Deeks feel sick.
"Yeah, let me just admit that to you. I was in the middle of a deal with George Peterson, and suddenly his phone rings and then he's dead and there are a ton of feds on our ass? I had to run on a bad leg, almost got caught. I know it was you that called."
"You think I've been flipped?" he laughed heartily. "You know that isn't true. I did call but I was warning him about you. I heard rumours that it was you that was working for our dear boys in blue."
"Well it looks like there is someone spreading bad information about us both. I'm guessing the same person that killed Allard and tried to kill me."
The conversation to reinsert himself back in Sanyo's life had been as easy as that. Max hadn't even had to use violence. Deeks wouldn't admit that the lack of violence had disappointed him.
In the five weeks since leaving NCIS he had quickly infiltrated the organisation. Sanyo's most recent job for him was to break into Allards old office, stealing the files that he had kept on all the other organisations. This meant Deeks knew his current op was coming to a close, he had pushed down any emotions akin to excitement, focusing entirely on getting out alive. The place he had to break into before he could go home was under protection by what remained of Allards former back up. They were fighting for the position at the top, and it was a volatile situation for an ally of Allard to enter that building, never mind going in as the man who helped kill the boss.
Deeks knew that although he wanted to keep the casualties Max piled up to a minimum, in instances like this, it was kill or be killed, but it didn't make him feel any better about it. As he pulled up a few blocks away he almost made a move for the glove box, suddenly realising he wasn't about to breach the building with Kensi and he had no comms to get from the glove compartment. Shaking his head and refocusing it he was soon back in the game. It been a while since he had been so deep undercover and being sloppy could get him killed. Taking the gun from the small of his back, he closed the door and started making his way towards the building. He could see five men in the living room, their silhouettes clear through the window. Another two men were sat outside on the front step so it would be impossible to get in through the front door without a major shoot out. Instead he pulled up his hood, eager not to be seen, and took the alley beside the house.
Making quick work of the ten foot wall, he silently cursed as his leg flared up in pain. He jumped from the wall and into the open upstairs hallway window. He knew that one room to his right was Allards office. Sneaking around, the coast was clear. Slowly he pulled the handle down, not wanting to make a sound. Max had only been invited into Allards office twice, a huge honour amongst thieves. Deeks filled a bag with all the paper documents, there wasn't many, he tended to keep everything on hard drives. After stuffing the bag he grabbed the two external hard drives and the laptop. Swinging the bag around his shoulder he clicked open the door again, finding himself face to face with a gun. The bag around his shoulder swung around, and he smacked the guy in the face with it. It stunned him for a few moments, enough for Deeks to get back to the hallway window and across the wall. As he stood on the wall he saw the gun raise, aiming towards him, without thinking he took the shot, getting the man in the chest and alerting everyone downstairs to the commotion. He ran until he found his car and then drove back to his apartment as fast as he could.
Half an hour later, Deeks had opened the door, smiling at the woman in the very short skirt, every bit of her outfit said hooker and they both knew it, he gave her a glance up and down.
"Hey Max. You missed me?"
"Oh, so much, bitch." He smirked, giving her a long stare over her body, pulling his hand down her hair as she stepped inside. Quickly dropping the act, had he said 'of course' instead of 'so much' she would have high tailed it out of there, knowing they had been compromised. She took the sofa, grabbing the pen drive from her bag.
"Let's get started." Detective Sarah Pope grabbed the laptop, trying to ignore the clothes she was sat in. Deeks made his way into the kitchen and heard her ask. "You had any issues?"
"I think they are still watching the apartment, they are more scared I'll run from cops than them so nothing to worry about." He answered quickly, placing a glass of soda in front of her. She had always liked Detective Deeks, he saved her life in her first undercover op and she had felt indebted to him since. He was like a big brother, so she felt a little self concious at her outfit. He must have known because he threw a blanket at her and she made an off handed comment about the lucky girl that would eventually get his heart. His smile told him there already was someone. She handed him a pen drive and he started on one of the hard drives.
"So who is the lucky lady?" her voice was teasing and he didn't want to think about Kensi because he knew the feelings would overtake him. She ignored his discomfort and pushed on. "Is it that bad ass partner from NCIS? Because you totally owe me if it is." He laughed, remembering meeting her for coffee shortly after he started NCIS. He had spent time complaining about how they didn't trust him, and he had maybe taken a little too long describing his new partner. She had called it then and told him he'd end up dating her. He'd laughed it off at the time but apart of him knew she was right even then. They fell into easy banter and she demanded to get to meet Kensi once this whole mess was over. He agreed and it felt good for someone to know him as Deeks for a little while. Once they were sure they had all the information from the devices, she snapped photos of the few paper files that had been taken.
"Take care of yourself. Don't get yourself killed for the jackasses back at the precinct." He gave her a hug and removed the blanket. Opening the door, she strutted away, taking all the evidence they needed to take down Sanyo and about five other big 'businesses', the door closing as quickly as he had opened it.
She had been away only a few minutes when he heard a knock at his door.
"Paying for it now Max?" the voice asked. Sanyo had dropped in by himself, probably leaving back up in the car Deeks thought. "You really are a dirty dog you know that?" He ignored the man that was now wandering around his apartment. "I arrived earlier but when I saw you had a guest I thought I'd let you blow off some steam first. You get everything alright?"
"Yeah." He pointed at the items on the table. "Found out who was spreading those nasty rumours about us flipping. They were dealt with." Sanyo broke into a smile. All the information and a nice little revenger murder to match. Max Gentry really hadn't changed he thought. Sanyo called some men to come in and carry the items to the car, giving Max an envelope with a substantial amount of cash. He didn't react and placed it on the table like he had handed him a paper weight.
"See you tomorrow Max."
"Sure." he answered without care, knowing they'd all be in prison by tomorrow evening. Knowing his bosses at LAPD, they'd say the one Max killed was the informant, keeping the Max alias open. He kicked the wall at the thought of that. Regretting it instantly as the pain seared up his leg. He grabbed to pain killers and headed to bed, trying to think about where his partner was at the moment.
The image of her smile enough to get him out of the bad mood he had felt curl around him earlier, and he finally managed to fall asleep.
