I was asked to write some more Deeks/Callen. Oh so cute! This is going to be fun. ^_^ There should be six chapters in total.
Warnings: Sex, Violence. I don't really know exactly what is going to happen yet.
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A dark smile was on Deeks lips as he dropped onto the couch in Davy's house. He tried to pay attention to the talk around him, but all he could think about was the fact that he had left Callen days ago and still hadn't talked to him. That was not how he wanted their first date to go.
In all the years that he had been working undercover he could count on one hand how many times he had to leave a date for work. He wasn't sure if that was because he was lucky or because he didn't date often though.
He hadn't been lying when he said that he didn't go out with people often. It wasn't that he didn't like dating people or that he didn't get offers. He just didn't really enjoy the idea of falling for someone and having to lie to them.
It was something he was jealous of Sam for having. His wife knew exactly who he was. Every single part of him and she still loved him. Deeks wanted that more than anything, but he knew that he had to be realistic about it.
Sam had gotten lucky that he had found someone as amazing as Michelle. Someone that special was so rare that the detective had long since given up hope that he would find them. At least that's what he tried to tell himself.
Deeks had never been good at taking his own advice though. At every turn he found himself attempting to find someone that would actually want to know the real him. Which was hard since he barely wanted to know the real him.
Then he had met Callen and… He really hated himself for falling for the man. Not because he was a man or anything like that, but because he knew that if anyone was going to be okay with his career it would be someone who had the same one.
As weird as it sounded up until his crush on Callen he had known that none of them would work out. He might want to find love and he might go on dates and flirt, but he never believed that he would get any of what he wanted.
It was safe to fall for someone like knew him by a different name or someone he'd never see again. He'd get a relationship that, if he was lucky, would last a few months and then he'd go on his way to the next mission.
It wasn't the perfect plan. Mostly because it usually ended with one of them feeling heartbroken. He could deal with that though. This was the life and career that he chose and he wasn't going to walk away from it until he had to.
That was the life that he had decided that he was going to live. No matter how miserable to made him sometimes. He'd rather it make him miserable alone than person someone in the line of danger that followed him around.
A part of him still didn't understand why he had told Callen to pick him up for a date. Of course he knew that the man had a crush on him, even if the others thought he was oblivious, but the agent was going to walk away and leave it alone.
He couldn't say that he wanted to get rid of the tension between them. Because while there was some it wasn't as if they were partnered together. He went with Kensi and Callen went with Sam. They were safe from that getting in the way.
In truth, he could have just let the older man walk back inside and forget any of it happened. Everyone knew that they liked each other, but they hadn't said anything. It was a safe middle ground of subtle flirting and nothing happening. It was perfect.
Now here he was. Sitting on the couch of a low level drug dealer that one of his alias's had ties to. If Davy was around than he had a chance to finally take down one of the major drug traffickers in the town. Callen would understand.
Turning his head to the side Deeks saw that the drug dealer was rolling another joint and talking adamantly about some tv show. He wasn't going to get any more out of the guy today than he had the last few days.
Maybe he had been wrong about Davy knowing if something was going on. Still he had had to keep his cover intact. The dealer might not know anything now, but he would someday and that was all Deeks had needed.
And since his boss knew that he had run into the man again he had been put back under as Shawn Moore. Until he had something or he was pulled out he was going to be hanging out with Davy and his crew for awhile.
Just not tonight. If Deeks had learned anything about the other man it was that he didn't like to do business while he was high. Too easy to take advantage of him in that state. For someone so low on the food chain it was actually a pretty good plan.
With that knowledge Deeks decided that he was going to go for a walk. He needed to have time as himself instead of Shawn. The detective left the house and started to walk wondering if he was actually going to get anything from the man anytime soon.
Slowly his mind wondered away from work though and found its way back to Callen. He wondered if he should call the man. It had been a little over a week since their 'date' had failed. He wasn't even sure he could call it a date. They had barely talked and hadn't even ordered food.
Still, that wasn't the worst date that he had ever gone on. Sighing he reached into his pocket to get his phone. He might not ask the older man to met him for food or anything like that, but he had to tell him he was alive.
"Callen," the older man answered after the third ring.
"You actually answer your phone like that?" Deeks questioned chuckling softly to himself.
"Are you really going to start making fun of how I answer my phone?"
"Of course."
Callen laughed himself the creaking of a chair letting the detective know that he was probably still at work. Maybe he should have checked what time it was before he had called. The sun was down though and he was too tired to really care.
"We were wondering if we were going to hear from you," Callen started after a pregnant pause, "You okay?"
"Yeah," Deeks nodded though the man couldn't see him, "Nothing exciting happening here. What about you guys?"
"Hetty has us catching up on paperwork. Apparently Vance is not happy with how slow we are in that department."
"Getting told off by your bosses boss. Now that sounds like fun. Glad I'm not there for that."
"Don't worry. You're fun will be coming when you get back."
Groaning loudly he couldn't help grinning when he heard the other man laugh once more. Callen was always so serious. It was nice to know that he had a sense of humor that he wasn't trying to keep under wraps. That was never fun.
Deeks grin was broken as a yawn slipped from him. Sometimes he really hated how little sleep he seemed to get when he was undercover. He had to be paying attention at every point in time. That was not relaxing.
"You sound tired," Callen continued after a moment.
"I am," Deeks sighed running a hand through his hair.
"Can't sleep?"
"You can change accents and clothes, but not sleeping habits."
"I know that feeling. You're not coming back though."
"Not until I finally close this or I get pulled. It's not so bad. Not like I'm really doing a lot. It's actually boring."
"You must be dying."
Deeks couldn't help but blush slightly hearing the teasing tone in the older man's voice. It wasn't like the man that he worked with everyday. He really didn't know anything about Callen, did he?
That was a weird thought. Deeks liked to think that he was rather observant. It wasn't like him to not know someone. He made it his business to know people. Why was it that Callen was the exception to that rule?
"You're not doing anything now, are you?" Callen questioned suddenly.
"I have about an hour before I have to head back," Deeks answered looking at his watch, "Why?"
"A bar in your image?"
A smile came to Deeks lips at that. It wasn't exactly safe to met up with people while he was undercover, but if he was at the same bar as Callen no one could really blame him. Things like that happened all the time.
With a bar to meet up in his mind the detective hung up the phone and continued his walk. It wasn't all that far away from Davy's place, but he knew that he wasn't going to be running into anyone from his crew.
Soon he was sitting in the back of the bar nursing a glass of whiskey waiting for Callen to come in. He already felt as if his stomach was twisting with nervousness. That was when the older man came in and went to get his own drink.
"You look like crap," Callen stated sitting across from him.
"You're just jealous," Deeks grinned motioning to himself, "This is a work of art and you know it."
Callen rolled his eyes at the younger man a smile playing on his lips. He looked more relaxed than Deeks was used to seeing. Of course he knew that that was the last thing the man was, but it was still nice to see.
For a moment the men were quiet. It wasn't as if they had nothing to say. It was more that Deeks needed a moment to fully get back into being himself instead of acting like a common drug dealer.
Sometimes it was a bit hard to get out of the mindset of someone else. Especially when that person was as close to their real personality as Shawn was to his. There was a reason they normally didn't work back to back cases.
That was one of the things that he loved about working with NCIS. He was given time between jobs to shed the person he was pretending to be. Something that he needed more than he liked to admit to himself.
It was hard though. He made it his job to be someone else and sometimes that was the easiest thing for him. Mostly because he truly hated who he was most days. Actually, he hated who he had come from.
He tried his hardest not to think about that, but he couldn't help himself. Every time he went undercover as some baddie he'd realize just how close he came to being one. It was sure force of will that stopped him from joining gangs and pushing drugs.
"Deeks?" Callen questioned causing the younger man's head to snap up, "You okay?"
"Yeah," Deeks grinned already lifting his glass to take a swig, "I'm good."
For a second the agents eyes roamed over his face as if he was trying to figure out if he was lying. As odd as it sounded Deeks wasn't any more sure of his words than Callen was. Maybe he was lying and he just had no idea. It wouldn't be the first time.
"I'm sorry about what happened last time," Deeks started not wanting to know what the man was thinking.
"It comes with the job," Callen offered with a nod of his head.
"That it does. Not my favorite part though. Never been one to cut and run."
"I don't think you can run that far from me. What is your favorite part of the job?"
Deeks looked over at the wall behind the older man considering the question. As much as he loved his job he wasn't really sure that he had a favorite part. Especially if you broke down what he did. It always sounded horrible.
Opening his mouth to tell Callen that he heard a phone ring. The agent took his cell out of his pocket offering him a slight smile as he did and answered it. It didn't take much to realize that he was probably talking to Sam.
"I'll meet you there," Callen finally said before ending the call.
"Got a case?" Deeks asked though he already knew the answer.
"I do. Guess it's my turn to run out."
"That it is. See you later, Callen."
"Bye, Deeks."