Marty was stretching, warming up before the fight which was going to take place in a little while, he had to win this fight, he had to beat the wannabe that had come in a few days before claiming to be looking for a place to train.

He felt and heard a click in his neck as he rotated his neck and he grimaced for a moment as pain radiated through his neck and down his back, he had sprained something in his neck a few days before but the importance of this fight for this case, meant he had not been able to get it treated properly.

Grabbing a heat pack he put it for a few moments against the side of his neck hoping that whichever muscle that had been sprained would hold out till the end of the fight and allow him to win, he knew he should probably use an ice pack rather than a heat one but he felt cold enough at the moment without the added cold of that.

The noise outside the changing rooms in the club told him there was quite a lot of people here tonight for this fight and he felt the vibration of a multitude of people going through him and the adrenaline beginning to kick in, as he heard someone bang on the door and call his name.

It was time!

XxX

Monty stretched out on the old duvet that had been given to him to sleep on whenever he came to Jennifer and her girls for a stop over while Marty as off doing whatever it was he did, he loved coming here but he did miss his scruffy human.

He could hear the smaller humans in this household playing in the yard outside at the back of their ground floor apartment, their mother humming away in the kitchen, getting their supper ready. The aroma of burgers cooking filled the apartment and Marty felt saliva fill his mouth as he sniffed their gorgeous smell.

A slight noise at the front of the apartment building caught his ears and he strained to hear what it was, a footstep, hesitant, as though whoever it was did not want the occupants inside their apartments to know of its presence.

Monty stood, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end as he spotted a shadow moving past the window, the shadow was larger than the two girls and immediately Monty raised his hackles and growled.

XxX

It had not taken long for the interloper to beat the crap out of Marty despite the fact that he had fought as hard as he could. However all of his training had been useless against the big guy, a number of times he had slammed to the floor of the cage, the other continuously telling him to stay down but Marty was not going to listen to him, this interloper who had no right coming in off the street and taking his hard fought for place at the gym and possibly on the team.

Marty had come to just as someone, the referee he thought it was had placed a hand at his throat to make sure he was still breathing, his head was wringing but even he heard the disheartening.

"You're Out!"

The referee pumped his hand into the air declaring the interloper the winner.

As he staggered to his feet and all but fell out of the cage, he could see people congratulating the other and the smug look on the face of the one who had just beaten him and put his case in jeopardy, he had to find a way back in, or his Lieutenant was going to kill him if he didn't!

XxX

Jennifer was in the kitchen when she heard Monty growl from the area where she had placed his duvet on the floor and glancing over she saw his fur was standing on end on the back of his neck and he was staring at the door growling.

"What is it Monty? There a cat or something out there?"

She stood up and started towards the door and as she did so, she heard her eldest daughter scream from outside.

XxX

Marty leaned against the wall of the cell, he was tired, so damn tired. It had been a long case not just a long day but with luck and his hard work and stubbornness this case might be over in just a few days, at most a week.

At least he got the interloper out of the way now, he knew it would be a few hours before his boss, Bates came to bail him but at least now he no longer had the added complication of this joker getting in the way of his case.

"HEY!"

Talk of the devil, the guy couldn't leave him alone could he.

"What's your problem?"

Marty closed his eyes trying to ignore the one in the other cell, he really did not want to listen to the bloke right now and tried to block him out.

He stretched his neck again and winced as another spasm went through it, he definitely needed to get his neck sorted out or else he was going to be in serious trouble. Marty smiled as he thought about Jennifer perhaps she could give him a neck rub or something when he finally finished this case.

The clanging of a door somewhere down the hall caught his attention and the duty officer came into sight, smirking as he caught site of Marty in the cell. Marty ignored him, he knew the officer and didn't much like him, he got a bad vibe off of him.

He walked towards the cells that held the two of them and opened Sam's cell, Marty heard him telling him that he had been sprung. Typical, thought Marty, but at least he wouldn't have to listen to him whining in the other cell and would have some peace and quiet, so he closed his eyes intending to get some shut eye.

The sound of the key in the lock to Marty's cell alerted him to the fact that he too was being sprung, he opened his eyes, cautiously watching the officer whose smirk had got wider as he opened the door and motioned to him to leave too.

"What's this?" he asked.

"You've both been sprung," the officer told him.

He nodded his head back in the direction of the hallway and the two men saw a diminutive little old lady, who stood there watching the two men as they stood in front of their previous temporary lodgings, looking at each other.

"What is this?" Sam asked. "Who are you?"

"Yeah, I second that," Marty said.

Hetty waited a moment before speaking, turning her body slightly she looked at Sam first and then she turned back and looked at Marty.

"NCIS Agent Sam Hanna," she raised her hand, palm upwards and pointed it towards Marty, "meet LAPD Detective Marty Deeks."

The two men just stared at each other and Hetty.