Hello people. I know I really shouldn't be posting this but… it can't get it out of my head. I promise I will update my other stories soon, and finish the ones that are close to the end. But until then, I hope you like the latest crazy idea of my mind.

Now I'm not sure if this will go M, but I have rated it as that just in case, because that way I have no restrictions on what I write. Always easier to go down than to go up in ratings in my mind.

Anyway enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA.

Callen watched Sam go, leaving him in the sealed area coughing so hard it felt like his lungs and all major organs would come up. He knew he was a dead man. There was no getting out of this one. He was just glad he had managed to shut the door before Sam could get infected too. Lowering himself to the floor he couldn't believe that it was happening this way. Of all the ways he thought he would die, this had never been high on the list in his mind. No eating a bullet had pretty much taken the top few spots. But it seemed that that was not to be. Sitting there coughing so hard he could barely get enough air into his lungs, he found his mind wandering. Of course he'd heard about the whole life flashing before people's eyes before they die thing, but he had never really believed it. Never considered he would have time enough to think when his end came. But he did. Sitting there waiting for the inevitable he found himself smiling through the pain coursing through him as images of his team, his family, flashed through his mind. But then they were gone and the part he had never wanted to experience came. The regrets. But they weren't what he had assumed they would be. No. There were only two things his mind could conjure up for him to wish to change. He regretted stopping looking for his dad, and Deeks. Now the first of those two he had kind of expected. Giving up trying to find out who he really was, yeah he could see why he would regret that at the end. Regret not getting the answers he had sort all his life about who he was. Regret that the only name that would be on his grave stone would be G Callen. But Deeks… he was sure he had put that one aside a long time ago. That he had settled it in his own mind that nothing would ever come of his attraction to the detective. He was fine with that, so why was it now, when he was lying on the floor dying, did he find his heart ache to see him one more time? Why now was it only his face he could imagine as his eyes drifted closed and took him closer to the oblivion of death? Why now was his mind berating him for not making a move on the guy he had had feelings for for the last four years? Why was it only now, when all was lost, was he regretting his decision to not see if there was a chance of something between them? He had made his decision for the good of the team, it had been the right one. Him and Deeks having a fling would not bring anything good to anyone. But as he lay there fighting the darkness that threatened him, he found he wished that he had had a chance to kiss him. To feel those lips which always seemed to be smiling, against his own. That he wished he had been able to run his fingers through his mop of hair, and feel the scratch of his beard against his own cheek. Wished he had had the chance to touch his smooth soft skin, to see if it felt as silky as it looked. It was only as his time ran out that he regretted not making a move over the last four years. And as the darkness finally won in his mind, the last image Callen saw was Deeks standing outside the room he was in, watching him die. Well at least he had gotten to see him one last time. That thought caused a small smile to appear on his face as slipped into unconsciousness, letting the end come and take him. At least that wish had been fulfilled.

Deeks stood there and watched in horror as the CDC wrapped Callen up. He couldn't take in any of the words the others were saying, all he could do was deny what he his eyes where showing him. There was no way. This could not be happening. He couldn't be standing here, the other side of the glass as the man he had feelings for was dying. He couldn't cope with the idea of world without G Callen in it. Couldn't cope with the idea that he was gonna die before he got the chance to kiss him. Before he got the chance to tell him how he felt, though he was pretty sure the older man was already well aware of that one. But it wasn't the same as saying the words out loud for himself. Why had he waited? Oh he knew, the time had never seemed right, and he hadn't been sure Callen would return his feelings, he had never spoken of them. And I mean forget for a minute the fact he was Callen, why would a guy as amazing as him be interested in someone like Deeks? But now all those excuses were turning to ashes in his mouth as he watched him being loaded onto a gurney. He didn't even notice when his partner rested her hand on his shoulder showing her support, she had known the truth of his feelings for their team leader for a long time after all. No, all he could do was stand there and stare, and deny what his mind was forcing him to accept as the truth. G Callen was as good as dead. He was finally pulled out of him mind by Sam's words to Hetty.

"I never thought it would end this way."

"I have seen the end, Mr Hanna. This is not the end." She replied causing Deeks to turn to her with finally some hope in his eyes. Hope that was mingled with the fear and pain, hope that was mingled with his feelings for the older agent.

Seeing those feelings in Mr Deeks' eyes it took Hetty less than a second to work out the truth, and she couldn't help but sigh and internally shake her head at the two men. Because she knew how Callen felt for Deeks, not that he had ever said a word, but she had known him from the age of fifteen, she had learnt to read him well over the years. And now she knew his feelings were returned. Why had they never acted on it before? They would be so good together. They were so alike in some ways, and so different in others. They could easily wear away each other's rough edges, polishing each other until they became the shining diamonds she knew they could both be. Well it looked like it would be down to her then. Because she was not going to let this go on. No. Enough was enough. Callen had almost died today, and she would not let him die before he had had a chance to live. Therefore, as she watched Mr Callen be wheeled away, she was already planning and arranging in her mind. They had had long enough to act upon their feelings on their own accord, it was time she took control. And by the time she was finished with them they would be together. There was no chance of her failing, because she was Henrietta Lange, and she never failed her team. Oh yes she would get her boy to admit his feelings to Mr Deeks even if she had to tie him to the bed to do it… or better yet, she would get Mr Deeks to tie him down. Oh yes, that would be a much better idea. And with her mind whirling she stood back and let her boy be loaded into a copper, Sam accompanying him as he made his way to CDC headquarters in Georgia. At least his recovery would give her time to set her plan in place, to arrange all that would need arranging, and make sure she gave the two men every chance in the world to finally act on the feelings they had for each other… you know, with a few helpful nudges from herself along the way. Yes, everything was going to be fine.