Okay, I know I shouldn't, but this idea just won't leave me alone. So I decided what the hell, its Christmas and the holidays have started. Therefore I should have more time to write. So I did. I have started yet another story.
Right first things first, I would like to apologise for any spelling or grammatical errors in this story, I'm dyslexic and don't have a beta. Therefore if Word doesn't spot them, I am unlikely too as well.
That being said, I hope you enjoy my new Callen/Deeks story.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA.
Sam Hanna sat at his partner's bedside, having no idea what to do to help him through this. There were tubes everywhere, and all the machines that were keeping G alive were constantly beeping and making sound. It was starting to grate on his nerves and he had only been in the room for an hour. At least sitting here was better than out in the waiting room while G had been in surgery. That had been crucifying not knowing what was going on, if G was even still alive.
He could still see it in his minds eye, the door of the van sliding open and the machine gun pointing out, firing bullets into G's body without care. If only he had noticed the strange behaviour of the van sooner, or maybe if he had accompanied G to his apartment. No. He knew if he had done that it was possible they would both be lying there dying. At least he was here, he could get G to come back to him. Oh god he had better come back to him.
Detective Marty Deeks was having a normal day at the precinct, well sort of normal. He was looking forward to his partner coming back from his work trip. He couldn't wait to see him, though at least this one hadn't been as long as some of them. If you counted in his time doing undercover and Greg's trips, sometimes it felt like they barely saw each other for months on end. He guessed that was how people felt when in relationships with people in the military, but at least he knew Greg was safe. I mean he was a securities trader, whatever one of those was, he still didn't know and they had been together for nearly four years now.
All he really knew was that it meant G would have to fly out to different places at the drop of a hat for meetings and conferences, and he worked all hours. Whenever he asked him about it, his lover would always change the subject or tell him it was too boring to explain. Something that had not gone unnoticed by Deeks along with other things, like the simple fact he had never met any of G's colleagues. But he always put them to the back of his mind. No doubt G had a perfectly good explanation for them all, there was nothing to worry about, and tonight Greg would be back. He had the best evening planned, a nice romantic dinner in their apartment before snuggling up on the couch together and pretending to watch a movie, though no doubt they would soon get distracted. Oh yeah he couldn't wait. Checking his watch he saw he had a long to time to go yet. Best get some work done then.
Sam was interrupted from his thoughts by a nurse coming in with some paperwork. He already raised his hand to sign it when she spoke.
"Mr Deeks?" She asked with a comforting smile, though the name caused Sam to frown. Who?
"What? no." Sam responded really confused now. Had they gone and got G's paperwork mixed up with someone else's? If so he might just have to talk to Hetty about seeing if they could get him moved from this hospital, they obviously didn't know what the hell they were doing.
"But… you said you were Mr Callen's next of kin." The nurse replied confused herself now as she looked down at the papers in front of her. It clearly read that G Callen's next of kin was a Martin Deeks, and if this wasn't Mr Deeks… he could not give consent for any procedures they might need to do, not to mention the permissions he had already given would not be valid.
"I am. Sam Hanna." Sam answered shortly. He was not in the mood for this.
"That isn't the name we have on his records." The nurse replied firmly. She had to go with what she had written down. It was the law, especially considering Mr Callen could not comment for himself.
"Then your records must be wrong. I am G's next of kin, with Henrietta Lange." Sam responded through gritted teeth. He didn't need this, his best friend was lying, and possibly dying in front of him, and the hospital were stone walling him. He was G's next of kin, he didn't have anyone else.
"Right, well, I'd best go and see…" the nurse trailed off as she looked at the second name on the form, and it was indeed Henrietta Lange.
"Yeah you do that." Sam scoffed turning back to G and barely even registering as the nurse left. He did not need this, G didn't need this. Maybe he should call Hetty, no doubt she could get it sorted out, but he really didn't want to. He didn't want to hear the worry in her voice as she prepared herself for the worst. No, he couldn't do that. So instead he stayed there and decided to leave it up to the hospital staff to sort out.
The nurse returned to the station with a frown on her forehead. She didn't know what to do.
"What's up?" her friend asked noticing the look and coming over to her. She had thought getting the guy to sign the papers would be a piece of cake.
"That man in there isn't the one listed as Mr Callen's next of kin." The nurse replied with a sigh as she rubbed her forehead. She could feel a headache coming on. This was going to cause trouble, she just knew it. She did not want to be in the middle of some sort of lover's triangle or whatever this was.
"What? But he said-" her friend responded frowning herself now. I mean the only reason they let the guy in there was because he said he was Mr Callen's next of kin, if he wasn't…
"I know." The nurse nodded with a sigh following the train of thoughts of her friend. This was going to get messy.
"You'll have to contact the man listed." Her friend said in a confident tone. They had to follow policy, no matter what.
"I know." The nurse sighed again before reaching for the phone, though she decided to make sure to call the other name on the list as well. If both men knew this Henrietta Lange, maybe she could diffuse the no doubt volatile situation that was about to rise.
Deeks was at his desk going over his paperwork when he phone rang. He didn't even check the caller ID before answering, therefore he was surprised when he heard it was a hospital. But when he heard what the nurse on the other end had to say he felt all the blood drain from his face. If he hadn't already been sitting down he knew he would have fallen. G was hurt, not just hurt, but he could be dying in hospital… and yet it was only now they phoned him. What the hell? No. Don't get angry, just get to G. Get to Greg, everything would be fine once he was with him. That was his only thought as he hung up and grabbed his coat, not even registering his lieutenant shouting at him as he walked out the door. He didn't care about anything but getting to the hospital now.
Sam was sitting beside G bed when he heard shouting coming from outside, he turned to glare at the man who had wavy blond hair, he looked like a surfer-bum. What the hell was he shouting about? Didn't he know this was the ICU, you didn't shout here. he stood, about to go out and say something, anything to get away from the sound of those damn machines and G lying there lifeless in front of him. But before he could move towards the door it flew open and the blond man ran inside, moving so quickly to G's side Sam didn't have time to react before he had grabbed his hand. And when he spoke his words made Sam's mouth drop open.
"Gregory Callen, you get your ass back here to me, you understand? I need you. I love you, don't you dare leave me. I'm the cop. I'm the one who's supposed to be shot at, not you. So you come back to me. Right. Now."
"Who the hell are you?" Sam snapped finally finding his voice refusing to take in any of the words the surfer-bum had just uttered. He didn't really care who he was, he just wanted him away from his partner.
"I think I should be the one asking that, don't you?" Deeks snapped back, not taking his eyes from the man lying unconscious on the bed, though he knew exactly where the other guy was. He wanted to know who he was and why he was sitting beside his partner's bedside. Though a horrible thought went through his head as he wondered if maybe this guy was the real reason for all of G's trips away and late nights. Was G cheating on him with… him?
"No. Get away from him." Sam growled moving as if to grab the intruder, but stopping short when he realised how close he was standing to the machines that were keeping G alive. He didn't want to risk knocking any of them over if he fought him.
"You want me to move, you'll have to make me." Deeks responded in the same tone, he was so done with this man. He and G had been together for four years, and they were the best four years of his life. He would not give that up without a fight. And he wouldn't give up G without having him telling him to, to his face. This stupid big guy didn't stand a god damn chance.
"Gladly." Sam replied with a sneer. All the anger of the situation and worry and frustration over G lying in that bed, dying, seemed to spill over inside of him as he looked into the defiant glare the young man was giving him.
"Be warned, I'm a cop. I will shoot you." Deeks answered with, one hand going for his gun, while the other remained firmly holding G's hand. He wouldn't let go of that unless he was dead. No way.
"You think you scare me?" Sam asked in disbelief at the stupidity of the man in front of him. Did he really think he could take him? He was a SEAL. No cop could take him.
"Yeah I do." Deeks replied with a smirk. He was wanted the guy to make a move, give him someone to shoot, someone to blame for why the man he loved was fighting for his life and he hadn't been there for him until now.
"You little shit, I will-" Sam said as he advanced, though his movement was checked by a third voice joining the conversation. It was a voice he knew he couldn't ignore, and it was a voice that would brook no argument from anyone.
"Gentlemen please. We are all here for Mr Callen. So perhaps we can all behave cordially or I will get security to remove the both of you. Is that understood?"
At the words, seeing the big guy stop and turn towards the new voice Deeks did as well, only to see a little woman standing there with her hands clasped in front of her calmly. There was something about her that was familiar, as if he had seen her before. But he couldn't place where or why. Therefore he didn't stop to think before he asked "who the hell are you?"
"My name is Henrietta Lange, detective Deeks, and I am Mr Callen's boss." Came back the reply, making Deeks stand there with his mouth open. He suddenly realised that there was a lot more going on here than he knew. Because he recognised that name, it was one that G had always told him to call if he ever needed to get in contact with him while he was away. It was the name G had insisted he put down as his own second next of kin just in case.
But the one thing the man he loved had never told him about that name was that he worked for her. What the hell?