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So this is it the final chapter. I really want to thank you all for your support as I wrote this, and I hope you like the ending. Enjoy.

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Callen was lying there, the only light being that that came through the window from the street outside. Not that he cared. No he could happily stay where he was for the rest of his life, in the somewhat eerie semi-darkness, and the reason for that was the mop of hair currently fast asleep on his chest. The hair he was gently carding his fingers through as he thought. What had happened between him and Marty that evening had shown him that once again Sam was right. He couldn't go on like this, he needed to tell Marty how he felt. Needed to take a chance that they could be something more, that his feelings could be returned. But how the hell was he to say it? I mean it wasn't like he could slip it into causal conversation at work, nor over a beer after the close of case. Not to mention what words to use. Callen had never been one for expressing himself verbally, he really hadn't had much experience in his life of people telling him their feelings, well unless having abuse screamed at him counted, and he really didn't think it did. Not in his current situation anyway.

Okay, so first he needed to work out what he was gonna say, before he even considered the when. It was just like when he went undercover, he needed to find the emotional G Callen's voice, then work out how to implement it into a situation. That made him feel much better, thinking of talking to Marty as an undercover op. A mission, one he had to succeed at. Because that was his job, and he did not fail at his job. Having this calming though in his mind he started to mull over phases in his mind, but thinking them in his head and saying them out loud were two very different things. And well, Marty was asleep and he knew nothing short of the end of world would wake him, well that or a call from Hetty. And he wasn't expecting the latter any time soon. Therefore he started to say the words out loud for the first time.

"Marty, I care for you. No that's crap." He muttered with a wince realising just how bland care was as a description, not to mention that it didn't truly reflect the feelings emotional G had for the younger man. So taking a deep breath he tried again.

"Marty. I think I'm falling in love with you. No, that's not right. I can't say that…" He shuddered at just the idea of saying the L word when he had no idea how the other man felt. Plus he really felt it was overkill. I mean he hadn't been even thinking about Marty this way for that long. So turning his mind over it he tried again.

"Marty, I know we said this thing between us was gonna be just about sex. But I want more… that's better… I want to be lovers in every sense. I want to hold you as you watch crap TV. I want to be there for you when you're hurt, I want you to be there for me when I'm hurt. I want a future with you Marty Deeks, I want to have the chance to fall in love with you…" thinking over the words he had just said he nodded to himself. "Yeah. That's it." and with that finally decided he found his eyes falling closed as he slipped into slumber with a smile on his face.

And as he did so Deeks lay on his chest his eyes wide open at what he had just heard G say.

The next morning Callen carefully extracted himself from the bed, trying to not to disturb the other occupant. Because while he had to go to work, Marty was off the next few days due to his injury. Might as well let the guy sleep in while he could, right? Moving quietly round the room, he collected up all his things, and turning back towards the bed he intended to drop a goodbye kiss on the sleeping head of the detective. But when he turned he found himself met by baby blue eyes smiling up at him.

"You should be asleep." He said trying to be stern even as he returned the smile Marty was giving him.

"I was, until my pillow decided to move." Deeks replied snuggling into the bed so that he was lying with his head where G's had been only moments ago. He had spent half the night awake trying to work out what to do with what he had overheard. His first thought had been to wake G and discuss it there and then, but he realised that probably wouldn't be the best plan. He didn't want G to know he had heard him practise his emotional declaration to him. Because he was well aware that if was one thing for the older man to say it while he thought he was asleep, a completely different story to say it when he was awake. No what he needed to do was create a perfect opportunity for G to say those words to him, or for him to say them to him. After all hearing what G had said had erased all the worries from his mind. G definitely felt the way he did. So why shouldn't he go first? After all the best way to gain secrets is to reveal your own first. It was one of the most fundamental rules of undercover. So instead of trying to thinking of a way to get G to talk, he had spent his time trying to work out how he wanted to tell the other man he wanted more too. It had taken a while but he had finally hit upon the perfect plan. Therefore with a nonchalance he didn't feel he spoke once more. "G, you got any plans for tonight?"

"Umm, no?" Callen replied his heart pounding slightly as he remembered what he had decided in the dead of the night. It had seemed so easy then, but now, faced with the light of day, and Marty's wide awake eyes he had to wonder if he could ever say the words he had planed in the darkness.

"Well, I was thinking… maybe I could cook us both dinner? I mean it's not like I have anything else to do all day, is it?" Deeks suggested hoping his words came out as casually as he wanted them to, and not as nervous as he suddenly felt about saying them. I mean cooking them both dinner was definitely a massive step away from the fuck buddy agreement they had made at the start of this… relationship?

"Sounds good. What time do you want me to come round?" Callen asked quickly agreeing. Dinner with Marty sounded like heaven to him. And it was definitely a step in the direction he wanted them to head.

"19:00 okay?" Deeks asked doing some quick math in his head as he worked out how much time the other man would need to get home and change after a day at work.

"Sure. I'll let you know if I get held up. Now go back to sleep." Callen answered before moving over to the bed and planting a kiss upon the younger man's lips. It wasn't one filled with passion as those they usually shared where, but more a kiss good morning and a promise of more later.

"Bye, G." Deeks said once there lips parted and the older man straightened from leaning over him.

"See you later, Marty. Sweet dreams." Callen replied making his way out of the bedroom door. And once he heard the outer door of his apartment open and close, Deeks responded to Callen's parting words.

"Oh, they will be."

With that he closed his eyes. He had time for a couple more hours rest before he hit the farmers market. Not to mention the shops to buy all he would need to make that evening everything he wanted it to be.

Callen had spent the day counting down the hours until 19:00. He had decided that he was gonna man up, and that night he was gonna say the words he needed to say to the younger man. That night he was gonna tell Marty exactly how he felt about him. It gave him a nervous energy that almost drove Sam and Kensi up the wall. In fact it got so bad in the afternoon that Sam insisted that they do some hand-to-hand training. Anything to stop G fidgeting every five seconds, or jumping up to get coffee, or go and make sure they didn't have a case. Sam thought he knew the cause of his friend's behaviour. Thought it was because the desk opposite him was empty and would be for at least the rest of the week. But that didn't stop it pissing him off. And if G continued like this for the next few days he might just be tempted to try and persuade Hetty to let Deeks back early, even if it was only on desk duty. At least he would be there for Callen to stare at and focus on. Anything for a little peace. But at present all he had was wearing his partner out so that he had no choice but to sit still, for at least half an hour.

Callen welcomed the change, it gave him a release to the tension in him, and something to focus on that wasn't what he was going to say to Marty, or how Marty was going to react to it. But as soon as he sat back down again he was fidgeting once more. Therefore it was three very relieved agents that almost ran out of the building at the end of their working day.

Callen had gone home, showered and changed into a pale blue shirt he may have borrowed from wardrobe, and now he was pulling up outside of Marty's building. Checking his watch he was pleased to see it was 18:58. He would arrived right on time.

Deeks was just putting the finishing touches to his kitchen table when the knock sounded on his door. Checking his watch he saw it was exactly 1900. He had to smile at the punctuality. Giving the kitchen one more glance he nodded to himself before leaving the room, turning out the lights as he did so.

"Hey G." He said pulling open the door and smiling at the man on the other side. His smile turned to one of appreciation as he ran his eyes over his body, taking note of the crisp shirt and tight fitting jeans. He was glad to see the obvious signs of effort of the older man. Made him know he wasn't the only one who knew this was a big deal. Though G had yet to see exactly how big. But he would, soon enough.

"Hey." Callen replied returning the smile and appraisal. Marty was wearing a black shirt, which was opened at the collar enough for him to see the edges of the love bite he had given the younger man the previous evening. The sight of his mark on him made the monster inside him purr in pleasure. Because it was obvious that Marty didn't mind showing the world he belonged to him. Or at least that was how he decided to interrupt it.

"Come in." Deeks responded waving the older man through the door before closing it behind him.

"Smells good. What we having?" Callen asked. He had been able to smell the delicious food from down the corridor. In fact it had taken him a while to realise that the smells were coming from the apartment he was visiting. He hadn't known Marty could cook. But there was no question of that fact now. Just another little thing he was learning about the man he hoped would be his lover.

"Lasagne. My mom's recipe." Deeks answered making his way towards the kitchen, not looking at G as he did so. He hoped he hadn't gone overboard. The idea that maybe what he had planned was too much had only now entered his head, when it was far too late to change anything. Well only one way to find out if this was gonna crash and burn. With that in mind he took a deep breath before leading G into the kitchen.

Callen had been to Marty's apartment enough to know he didn't have a separate dining room, so he wasn't at all surprised when the other man led him to the kitchen. What he was surprised about was the fact it seemed to be dark. Why were the lights off? But as soon as he moved to the doorway and Marty entered the room he found his answer. Because the room wasn't in darkness. No it was lit by the soft lights over the stove, and the two candles that were burning on the table. A table that was laid with a table cloth and cutlery, plates and glasses for two. Not to mention the single rose sitting in a vase at the centre. He would have to have been a complete idiot not to see that this was a romantic meal for two. To see that Marty hadn't just invited a friend and casual sex partner over for dinner, but instead had invited someone he was romantically involved with. Well that certainly settled his residual nerves. Because there was no way he could be reading this wrong. This had to mean that Marty wanted more too… right?

"This okay?" Deeks asked as he watched G take in his overblown romantic gesture. He was suddenly seeing it through another's eyes, and he was starting to regret it. The rose was definitely a step too far right? What the hell was he thinking?

"It's perfect." Callen replied smiling as he lifted his head from the table arrangement and his eyes met Marty's once more.

"Good. Well dinner is pretty much ready, so take a seat. Do you want a beer, wine, I think I have some whiskey somewhere?" Deeks rattled off turning back to the kitchen cupboards as if he was going to search for the elusive spirit.

"I'm fine with a beer." Callen responded chuckling to himself at how flustered Marty seemed. He was rather adorable like that. Hmm, maybe he would have to try and find other ways to fluster the man, in their future together… If they had a future together.

"One beer coming right up." Deeks answered moving to the fridge and grabbing couple of cold ones from it. He place them both of the table, before going to the oven and grabbing the lasagne out of it, kicking the door shut as he did so. It was hard carrying the dish when the weight was mainly on his right hand, but he managed to get it to the table without dropping it, or doing himself serious harm. So that was a win. Once there he dished it up for the both of them before taking the sit opposite G's.

They both sat in silence for the first few minutes. Eating the food Deeks had prepared. Callen decided after the first bite that he really liked this side of the other man. He had a feeling he would be eating a lot better in the future – hopefully. Sam would be happy.

Deeks for his part was taking the time to calm down and find his equilibrium. I mean they still needed to talk, even if he had said without words exactly what he was feeling for the older man. They still needed to say it. For everyone's peace of mind. Therefore after five minutes of silence he finally found himself calm enough to speak.

"G, there's something I want to talk to you about."

"Okay." Callen replied, thinking (hoping) that he knew what was coming, preparing himself to say the words he had been practising in his head throughout the day. Ready to confess his feeling to the one sitting across from him.

"I don't want to be your sex buddy anymore." Deeks said, frowning slightly at the words. They weren't the ones he had planned to say, but he had chickened out at the last minute. So this was gonna have to do.

"Oh?" Callen asked raising his eyebrow at the words. He had not expected them, and was rather intrigued about where Marty was going with this.

Deeks took one more deep breath before replied "No. I want to be your boyfriend." Staring deep into G's eyes as he did so.

"Is that so?" Callen asked with a smirk, not being able to pass up the chance at taking the mickey out of Marty. He doubted he ever would. But when the eyes staring at him turned into a glare he decided that now would be a good time to say something more profound, or at least something…

"That's good. Cos I want you to be my boyfriend too." he replied before reaching across the table and taking Marty's hand in his own as he continued. "I have feelings for you Marty, feelings that I'm pretty sure could turn into love, given the chance." Okay so they weren't the words that he had practised, but they worked just as well. If not better he decided when he saw the wide smile spread across the face of the man who had been haunting his dreams, both sleeping and waking, of late.

"Me too, G. me too." Deeks whispered not being able to stop the elation from showing on his face. Not that he wanted to. He and G had just taken that step to something more. And he couldn't wait to see where that path lead them.

At Marty's words Callen got up from his chair and moved around the table so he was kneeling beside the younger man. Once there he gently took his face in his hands and kissed him with all the feelings he had. A kiss that was returned with equal favour. And if that one kiss turned into two and then turned into many, they were both happy with that. Just as they were both happy to forget their dinner as they made their way to Deeks' bedroom to consummate their new found relationship. Though they did have the presence of mind to blow out the candles first.

Once on the bed they carefully removed each other's clothes, kissing and touching like it was the first time, because in a way it was. It was the first time of the rest of their lives. Because this was it for them. They may not have been looking for it, and had certainly thought they didn't want it, but they had it now. And they weren't going to let anything take away from them. They would hold tight to this connection for as long as they could. Because together they were stronger, better, happier, and it was all they never asked for and more. It was everything they had never knew they dreamed of, until now. Now they couldn't imagine a world without the other. Couldn't imagine a world without the one they loved.

It was the perfect ending of what had been, and an even better beginning of what was to come.

THE END

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