1 week later…
Deeks hums a tune to himself as he steps out the shower. Water dripping down his body. He bends down to dry himself off but something colourful catches his eye. Straightening up he sees a purple envelope attached by an arrow on his bathroom mirror. "Son of a bitch." He mutters under his breath as he sprints to his room and changes into clothes that are far more suitable for work. He pulls the arrow from the wall and gets the envelope before it hits the floor. Jamming it into his bag with one hand, whilst he runs down the stairs into the kitchen and grabs his keys off the counter and slams out the front door in a frenzied state. But when he reaches his car he swears real loud throwing his head back in annoyance. His tires are slashed. However, Deeks has a contingency: his classic Harley Davidson in the garage, booby trapped so no-one could steal his bike. Breathing slightly easier he presses the button for his garage to open. Waiting impatiently for it to open he breathes a sigh of relief which quickly turns into a choke when he sees that the bike inside is not his beloved Harley. Standing merrily bathed in a stream of golden light is a lilac bicycle with dark purple wheels and multi coloured rainbow tassels, with a black and red full motor bike helmet resting on the handle bars with a post-it note stuck to it reading: Don't take unnecessary risks xx
"And this has to be the day that my phone died!" Deeks mutters angrily under his breath. I better not pass my team on the way to work, otherwise those cocky bastards are dead meat, he thinks to himself not believing his 'luck.' With lady 'luck' following him close he pulls up on his replacement bike just as Kensi, Sam and Callen pull in. "Great." Deeks rolls his eyes, god loves him.
"Wow Deeks, who's the big boy now?" Kensi says sarcastically her eyes glinting with amusement and mischief. "Blimey Deeks, we didn't expect you to be off stabilisers yet! Good going!" Sam jokes.
"Right, thanks guys, thanks." Deeks mutters. Silently cursing the two agents that left the note and abducted his Harley. "Nice bike Deeks doesn't look like the Harley you keep telling us about." Callen laughs, proud of himself for making a funny.
"Actually this isn't my Harley; this is a delightful gift from our two favourite ninjas." He deadpans. Almost as if by magic the joking teammates stiffen and their eyes narrow with a dangerous glint sparking in their eyes. "H-how…" Kensi doesn't manage to finish the question.
"Did they find my home address? I have no idea." Deeks says running his hand through his hair in an almost calming way. "As nice a chat this is, d'you reckon we could do it inside instead of the parking lot?" Sam suggests sarcastically, but the sarcasm hides his fears about lack of cover.
Ops Centre
"Just let me get this straight: these two people attach a note to your mirror with an arrow-" Eric starts off. "And then stole your Harley and replaced it with a kid's bike without setting off a single alarm-" Nell carries on.
"Whilst you were in the shower?" Eric finishes.
"Yup that's pretty much it." Deeks says rolling his eyes, it always sets him on edge the way they finish each other's sentences. "They have some nerve breaking into your apartment like that just to leave a note." Callen states, his voice calm but his face angry.
"What does that goddamn note even say?!" Sam asks raising his eyebrows. Deeks rubs the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. "Really? You haven't even looked at it?!" Kensi reads his body language like a book. "No I wanted to wait until I got here first." Deeks shoots back, on the defensive. Fishing the envelope from his bag he shoves his finger into the opening and rips open the envelope. "Detective Martyn 'Marty' Deeks," his eyes glance over the text, his face growing steadily redder until he reaches the colour of a tomato. He drops the note on the table and walks out of the room, not wanting to read the note out. The team instantly make a grab for the note, each pushing the other out of the way, Kensi, after minutes of shoving, comes out victoriously clutching the note in her hand. She clears her throat and begins, "Nice Harley, thanks for letting us borrow it! The booby traps were a cinch, make them challenging. Grow some balls and ask your partner out for god's sake, you're pathetic it's so obvious you're into each other, grow up..." Kensi trails off, her own face going an even deeper shade of red than Deek's. "Kens?" Sam asks expectantly.
"We don't care about fairness, the game, NCIS, is on. Sincerely the cocky bastard and the super ninja."
"Great." Callen says, his expressions pissed off to say the least.
From the rooftop a certain bird and spider look at each other and in perfect unison say, "The game has just begun."