Hello again. I would like to thank Petunia3116 for the wonderful review.
So this chapter sort of covers the time before and after season 2, episode 2 'Black Widow'. It only mentions it in passing because of it connection to later episodes. But it doesn't go into any of the details, as nothing much changes. Instead it focuses on the development of the relationship between Callen and Deeks, and how others see it, or don't see it as the case may be.
Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA.
Deeks returned to working with NCIS after his undercover op, but it was different from his last time with them. This time they all knew he was there to stay. He started to get to know his new partner, trying to bond with Kensi on some level. They would be having each other's backs after all, they needed to have some sort of trust or connection between them to do that, not that that stopped him from occasionally calling her Fern much to Callen's amusement.
The two men kept there… whatever it was, they still hadn't tried to define it, to themselves. Making sure they only ever shared a few too long looks and the occasional secretive smile across the bullpen at each other, unnoticed by their partners. This was easier now as Nate wasn't around to watch and analyse everything, having been sent somewhere by Hetty.
It was Sam that Deeks found had changed the most from his last 'visit'. He didn't call him temp, or give him looks of dislike, instead he joked with him. Okay, so Deeks was still the butt of most of them, but he could live with that. He also found Sam suggesting ways he could improve his work, become a better agent. Deeks had been tempted to tell him he wasn't one, he was a cop and he was happy being that. But when he had brought it up to G one night the other man had told him how they had lost Dom. At how he had died in Sam's arms, and as such Deeks found himself smiling and nodding at Sam's words, and even listening to a few of them. The guy just wanted to make sure he stayed safe, and had his partners back, and Deeks could find nothing wrong with that.
Callen watched on laughing at the jokes Sam pulled on Marty, knowing the other man took them as they were meant to be. All in good fun. He was happy. He had his team, and he had Marty back. They had spent more than a few nights together since his return. In fact Callen had found himself barely going to his new home, only grabbing a change of clothes and a shower in the mornings. Though he told Sam that was where he was. He didn't want the big guy to worry about him after all. He also watched as Deeks shamelessly flirted with Kensi, but he knew it meant nothing. It was his cover for them, diverting attention from their heated looks by making people think he was a ladies man. Callen could live with that, as long it was him who went home with Marty in the evening. It was strange, he had felt so jealous of Traynor, but with Kensi he felt nothing but amusement as she repeatedly shut Marty down, only for him to bounce right back up again. It was probably because he knew that this meant nothing, knew that he had Marty and that he didn't want anyone else.
Callen still barely slept, but that was who he was. After the second night of watching Marty sleep he had decided he should probably do something else, it was a little creepy of him to just lie there watching the guy breathing deeply after all. So Callen had started to make his way through Marty's book collection. It wasn't large, but he found enough of interest that on more than one morning Deeks had woken to find Callen lying underneath him and running one hand through his hair while the other held a book open for him to read.
Deeks still couldn't work out how G had managed to move to get the book and come back without a) him waking up, and b) him still being in exactly the same position he had been when he fell asleep. He was sure G had superpowers. Maybe he was telekinetic and could move things with his mind. Of course G just laughed at this idea and insisted he was just that good. But Deeks wouldn't accept that. No, instead he decided to give G an alias, like all good superheroes had. He had thought of some sort of G name, but he still didn't know the reason behind the single letter thing, and felt it was too personal to get into right then. So he really couldn't think of anything.
Then one night G let it slip he used to be in the CIA and Deeks had the perfect name.
"So how did you end up a federal agent?" Deeks asked lying once again against G's chest. He liked how his voice vibrated through it when he spoke.
"I've always been one." Callen replied cagily, trying to say a little as he could about his past. Mainly because he didn't know much, and there were things Marty didn't need to know.
"You've always worked for NCIS?" Deeks asked sitting up with surprise as he turned to stare at the man with him. He didn't peg G as the kind of guy who stayed in one place for any serious amount of time. How had he stayed with the agency for so long?
"No." Callen replied, and when he saw the expectant look in Marty eyes he gave him as much as he could. "I've worked for the DEA, CIA and FBI. Now I work for NCIS."
"Whoa, is there an alphabet agency you haven't worked for?" Marty jokingly asked. I mean he knew G was good at his job, but that was some impressive list there.
"That classified." Callen responded with smirk loving how Marty's eyes opened even wider at his words as if he was a kid at Christmas. He fell so easily into the traps he and Sam set for him on a daily basis, Callen couldn't help doing it when they were alone too, knowing Marty didn't take any offence from it.
"So you're a superspy." Deeks replied with glee. That was it. That was G's superhero name. He was Superspy. Oh yes. This was perfect.
"No." Callen responded suddenly alarmed by the look in Marty's eyes. It was one he didn't trust.
"Yeah you are." Deeks nodded refusing to listen to G refusal. If he was a superhero he would deny his identity too. Plus, this was far too much fun for him to give it up now.
"No I'm not. Tell me how did you go from being lawyer to being a cop?" Callen asked trying to change the conversation, and hopefully get Marty to forget the whole superspy idea. Not that he thought for a moment he would, he had seen his collection of comics after all.
"How did you know I was a lawyer?" Deeks asked with a frown. He hadn't told G that. So how did he find out?
"I have my sources." Callen smirked. He was not going to reveal his sources were Hetty showing him Marty's file. Where would be the amusement in that?
"Hmm. Superspy." Deeks nodded before settling back down on G's chest and answering his question. "I decided I wanted to stop bad things from happening, rather than sorting out the mess when they had."
"I get that." Callen replied not pressing further. He would let Marty keep his secrets, god knows he had enough himself.
But from then on, when they were in private, G got called Superspy by Marty. And no matter what he said to try and persuade him out of the god awful nickname, Marty wouldn't give in. Just as Kensi was Fern, it seemed he was now Superspy. What the hell had he got himself into here?
Sam of course had noticed the difference in his partner, as well as now having some electrical equipment that wasn't being taken apart and he had managed to get many good night's sleep. He thought that it was because G now had somewhere to call his own. A house which had once upon a time meant home to him. He was glad that G was happy again. That whatever it was that had plagued him was gone. He even found himself liking Deeks, enjoying ripping into him about his stupid hair and the crazy things that came out of his mouth. He was happy, the team were good, and he was teaching Deeks as much as the kid would let him. Yeah, things were looking up.
They had a case come up, one involving a Chechen black widow, and a terrorist known only as Vakar, who was supposedly dead, but by the end of the case they knew that wasn't true. But at least they had put the mother and her child into protective custody where he would never find them. That was a win in Sam's books, and more than enough to let him go home to his family with his head held high.
Callen and Deeks left together, or though they were trying to make it look like they just left at the same time. They got into separate cars and headed in separate directions. And if not long after Callen's car was parked a couple of blocks down from Deeks apartment, no one would ever know. Or at least no one other than Hetty who had them all GPS'ed to the hilt.
She had been watching her boys closely while Nate wasn't there to do it for her. She had been worried after the Traynor insistent, about what would happen between them. But from what she had seen, she knew she did not need to. Mr Callen spent most of his evening at Mr Deeks', and now he had his own home, he had the perfect cover for doing so. He also had somewhere he could go and be alone when he needed it. Mr Callen and Mr Deeks seemed to be well rested, which made her believe that G was not up all night as he had been when he stayed at Sam's. Mr Deeks was good for her boy, but she had known that all along. Yes, she was very happy with how it was all turning out. Oh she knew there would be bumps in the road, but that was why she was here, to steer them around them. That was her job as their operations manager, and she would do it to the best of her ability.
And so Callen and Deeks carried on, settling into their new live, which was part deception, and part love. Not that Callen would recognise it as such, but Deeks did.
He knew the man he was with had more secrets than he could ever share with him, if he hadn't worked it out from their time together, he did while he worked with him. G was an enigma to everyone, and Deeks was pretty sure that everyone included G himself. But that didn't matter, he loved him, and when he was ready, he would be there to listen to whatever he had to say. So he would wait, and he would be ready. He wouldn't push, he would let G come to him in his own time. And if that time never came then so be it, he would enjoy what they had and leave the future to work itself out, if and when it did. He was happy, G was happy, they worked well together had he had an awesome job. What more could he ask for?