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Chapter Seven
Deeks walked into the headquarters and headed for Hetty's office. She looked up from her paperwork. "Ah, Mr. Deeks, I trust Kensi and Callen are enjoying their new TV?" a grin toyed at her lips.
"I imagine so." He said, sitting down, "Thank you, Hetty, for giving me the opportunity to apologize to Kensi."
"I did nothing of the sort. I had you bring a television set. What else you did there was in your own hands." Deeks could hear strained laughter in her voice.
"I must ask you, Hetty your thoughts on Kensi and me. And our 'thing' could it work?" he looked down sheepishly. Hetty was not charmed by the blonde, but she found herself grinning.
"Well, Mr. Deeks I would say given the fact you and Ms. Blye are complete opposites, I say there is a means for a completion, like a puzzle. But in our line of work it's difficult to say how relationships are maintained under the strains of our work. Mr. Hanna seems to have it down, but I know it wears him down at times, the lies and the distance. You have to have completely trust in one another."
"We're getting there…" Deeks murmured almost to himself. Hetty, hearing that, nodded.
"You are, Mr. Deeks. But maybe it's time you both played on the same team. Make things a little easier for the two of you to work things out. However if they go bad, it's on you, so don't burn your bridges." Hetty said, then sauntered out to put things in order for their sting at Nior night club later that night. Deeks went to his desk in the bullpen and pulled the file Hetty gave him the night before and ran out of the office. Watching from the level above, Sam Hanna, Eric Beal, and Nell Jones watched with identical grins. Eric subtly put his arm around Nell's shoulder as walked towards the OP Center.
"You think they'll make it?" Nell asked Sam as the doors slid open.
"I don't know, but if anyone can make it possible, I think Deeks can." He said.