Island
Hawaiian sun and sea. Normally Deeks would love this, but not so much when he gets kidnapped on a bad OP and is shipped off to Hawaii being sent to the highest bidder! When 5-0 comes into the picture will Deeks ever get back to LA in one piece? 7Th in my Deeks back-story series. NCIS LA and Hawaii 50 Crossover!
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS LA or Hawaii 50; I am merely borrowing them for some action and angst. I will return them for their shows on Monday and Tuesday I promise.
Island Chapter 1
Marty Deeks was surrounded in darkness. The op had gone from bad to worse as soon as he stepped foot into the warehouse. The Russians had been wary the moment he and the other undercover agents had stepped into the large, barren room. One of the lackeys for the main boss narrowed his eyes at the one agent who was flanking the right side of the leader of their OP with Deeks on the left.
"He's a cop!" The lackey shouted and guns were out in an instance. Deeks quickly threw himself behind a chunk of fallen cement, pulling out his SIG; he huddled down while bullets slammed into the cement. In a lull he shot up and fired some rounds of his own off. He saw the one man go down with a bullet from his gun before ducking back down. This went on a quite a while it felt like, but in reality it only took a few minutes out of his day. A sudden tingle went down Deeks' spine, he whipped around to see the Russian leader trying to sneak up on him, he raised his own gun and they had a stare down. Silence grew over the large warehouse, with a quick side glance Deeks grimaced as he saw the other two cops and one Russian, dead on the ground. The two remaining Russian's slowly starting to advance towards the blonde and their boss, stepping around their fallen comrades.
"What will you do now American?" The Russian leader asked in a very thick accent. "If you make a move to shoot me, they will shoot you. You may kill me, but you will be following me closely in the afterlife. What is your move?"
Deeks gritted his teeth, but slowly moved his arms upwards and to the side. The Russian's rushed forward, grabbing his gun and restrained him in their buff tattooed arms.
"Good move." The leader chuckled as he put his own gun down before he stepped up to the blonde. "It is now my move, but you see you have cost me some men and I do not like that. I know who you are. I also know people who have been screwed over by the LAPD and would pay a hefty price to have one at their mercy." He held his hand out and one of the men handed him Deeks' gun, the blonde was getting a bad feeling of where this was going. The man cocked the gun and without a pause he shot the blonde in the left thigh. Deeks wanted to cry out badly, but he clenched his teeth together just letting out a small gasp and groan of pain, the only thing keeping him upright was the Russian's holding him.
"I'm sure no one would mind if you came a little damaged. Take him with you and torch everything." The leader carelessly threw Deeks' gun across the floor, a blinding pain came from the blonde's head before darkness invaded his eyesight and mind.
'At least Monty will be looked after, Heh sorry Sam, Callen… Kensi…' Deeks thought as all his senses thankfully including the pain from behind shot faded away.
"Let's start the bidding at $15,000!" A voice cut into the haze of Deeks' brain as he slowly woke up and the darkness receded.
"I have $15,000! Do I hear $16-OH $17?" The voice went on and on, the amount going up and up. Marty opened his eyes to blurry gray lines in front of him, he blinked a few times and they became clearer. They were gray metal bars, like ones on a prison cell, he tried to move but tightening on his wrists prevented him. He frowned and rattled his wrists and heard clanking of chains. He bent his head to the side and saw his wrists were handcuffed above his head to a horizontal bar that ran around the cage he was sitting in. This was just his luck, from the sounds of it he was being bid off like a slab of meat.
"We have a winner! Michael Thomson has won Martin Deeks for a mere price of $35,000!" Applause echoed around the room before the cage Deeks jerked inside the cage before he was rolled away. A few moments later he came to a stop again and the face of Michael Thomson peered down at Deeks through the bars of the cage, a grin across his face.
"Long time Marty, I can't wait to spend more time together. Hawaiian weather is great this time of year and oh so remote from any LA task force. Sweet dreams and surfs up!" Michael chuckled before a pinch at Deeks neck made him grunt and the world spun into darkness once more.
-Hawaii-
"Steven I know that we have paperwork to do, but I am helping out the HPD today so you will have to write out your own reports." Daniel 'Danny' Williams rolled his eyes as he pressed his cellphone against his ear.
"But Danny." Steve moaned like he was in physical pain just from the very thought of doing paperwork.
"Don't 'but Danny' me, call you later babe, something is happening." Danny said quietly as he hung up on his partner, as the doors of the building he was staking out swung open and a black unmarked van pulled up. Danny adjusted the binoculars and gasped when a cage was rolled out from the back of the van, chained inside was one Marty Deeks. The NCIS-LAPD Liaison he and Chin had met when the two taskforces joined up to save the world.
"This really isn't good, I have to call Sam." Danny murmured pulling out his smartphone and hitting Sam's number, letting it dial.
"Put the phone down and hold your hands up." A voice ordered as cold metal of a gun touched the blonde's head. Danny gritted his teeth and placed the phone on the dashboard and slowly raising his hands into the air as a hand reached in and grabbed Danny's service weapon.
"Hey Danny, miss me that much?" Sam's cheeky answer came out of the phone muffled quite a bit.
"What did you see?" The voice hissed.
"Marty Deeks being rolled into that building in a cage." Danny stated calmly, hoping Sam could hear him.
"Damn, boss isn't going to like this. Why are you here?" The man pushed the gun harder against the blonde's temple.
"I am helping the HPD stake out some buildings." Danny said, also praying that Sam heard the HPD part so he knew his man was in Hawaii.
"You are going to radio in and tell them there is nothing to see here and you are moving on. Then you are going to call your little 5-0 buddies and tell them your taking a vacation. Understood?" The man instructed.
"Yes I understand." Danny growled pulling out the HPD radio. "Hey Danny Williams 5-0 here, nothing to be seen in sector 12, I am going to move on."
"10-4, thanks Danny." The cop on the line answered. Danny placed the radio down and grabbed his phone, discreetly hitting call end so it didn't look like he had it running before. He clicked on Steve's cell number.
"Speaker so you don't try anything." The thug snarled. Danny hit the speaker button as Steve picked up.
"I'm doing my paper work Danny I swear." Steve whined.
"I don't care about that Steve, I just wanted to let you know that starting now I'm going to go on vacation. When I get back we should watch the game with Chin and order a Hawaiian Pizza with EXTRA pineapple and drink some margaritas. Bye Steve." Danny said dropping subtle hints to his partner before the thug grabbed the phone and radio, tossing them on the ground and putting a few rounds into them. Danny was getting a really bad feeling in his gut as he was forced out of his car, hands still up.
"Sweet dreams." The thug laughed as he whipped the gun against Danny's head and the blond crumpled to the ground.