Hello my dears. I would like to thank raspberry dreams and GoldenEyes-65 for the wonderful reviews. I would also like to thank those of you who have followed and favoured since my last update.
So time for a bit of domestic fluffy gooeyness in my mind. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA.
A couple of days after Hetty's birthday and Deeks was just getting ready to leave the office. He had finished all his paperwork for that day and he wanted to get back to his place. He had decided that he and G had been eating far too much take-out recently, so he was going to cook them dinner. Or at least try to cook them dinner. He hadn't told G his plan, only that he would pick something up, he just hoped it worked. But as he made his way out of the bullpen saying his goodbyes to the rest of the team Hetty called him from her office. Oh that was never good. What had he done wrong now?
"Hey Hetty, I was just heading out." He said even as his feet carried him to the woman.
"I understand Mr Deeks, but if you will give me a few moments." she replied with a smile moving back to her desk expecting him to follow her, which of course he did.
"Sure. Anything for you." Deeks responded with a nervous smile, his eyes darting to the letter opener on the desk. He still remembered the time she had threatened him with it, she wasn't going to stab him now was she?
"Please take a seat, would you like a cup of tea?" Hetty asked holding up her teapot making Deeks even more nervous.
"Umm, okay?" He replied sitting and watching carefully as she poured him a cup and handed it over. He wasn't really one for a cup and saucer, but he could do this, even under Hetty's stare. He took a sip and made the right kind of appreciative noises, before carefully placing it on the edge of her desk. He didn't want to drop it after all. He doubted Hetty would be happy if he broke her china.
"I wished to thank you for the birthday card Mr Deeks." Hetty said once he had tired his tea.
With her words Deeks relaxed back. "Really there's no need." He responded sincerely. I mean it was just a crappy card, he would have got her a better one if he had known it was her birthday. But he didn't, so he hadn't.
"Yes, quite. Though I should reprimand you about forging another's name." Hetty replied with a soft smile making Deeks chuckle in return. If writing G was classed as forging his name then they were all in trouble.
"Well it's only a letter, not really that hard." He finally said with his charming smile. He liked that there was at least one person in the building who knew about him and G, someone he could have an open conversation with about them, about the man he loved.
"Does he know you did it?" Hetty asked with a secretive smile of her own which he found was very reminiscent of the one G would give. It was rather unnerving to see it on Hetty's face when he was so used to seeing it on his.
"No? Does he?" he asked hoping she hadn't told him. He wasn't sure what G would make of him giving Hetty a card from the both of them. He hadn't even thought when he signed it. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to him to put that it was from them both.
"It shall be our secret. Now I called you in here as I have something I would like you to have." Hetty replied deciding to let him off the hook. She would not be telling Mr Callen what Mr Deeks had done, it was too precious to her. With that thought she put down her tea and reached for the book she had at her side and handed it over to the man across from her who took it cautiously, as if he was worried it would blow up or something. She found that immensely amusing.
Deeks took the book carefully, wondering just what she was giving him. He thought it would be some sort of agents manual or something, but when he looked down at the cover he saw that the title wasn't even in the English alphabet. It was Russian Cyrillic if he wasn't mistaken. Why was Hetty giving him a Russian book? It made no sense. He briefly flicked through it, to see if there was something inside, but no. it was what it looked like, a book. In Russian.
"Umm, wow. Hetty, this is really… er, awesome… but I don't actually read Russian?" He said holding it back out to her confused about what was going on.
"I am aware. But I believe it will be a good addition to your library." Hetty replied not moving to take it back from him. For the truth was she hadn't really got it for him, but his frequent house guest. She knew how many books Mr Deeks had in his home, and she was sure that Mr Callen had read most of them by now. And unless Mr Deeks wanted his boyfriend to start taking apart his electrical appliances, she felt he really needed to broaden the literature in his home.
"Right. Okay." Deeks responded not sure what to do for a few seconds before he turned to put the book in his bag. He then sat there in uncomfortable silence as Hetty stared at him and he just wanted to run away. This was worse than being sent to the principal when he had been at school. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and spoke again. "That it?" He asked hopefully, even if this had to be the strangest conversation they had ever had.
"Yes Mr Deeks. That is it. Have a good evening." Hetty replied with a smile dismissing him.
Deeks breathed out at that in relief and stood quickly before she could change her mind. "You too Hetty. Night." He responded as he moved away from her office.
He heard her call of "goodnight, Mr Deeks." Floating towards him when he was already half way across the floor, and as he made his way towards the door his eyes met G's through the metal work which designated the bullpen area. He could see the other man's eyes were asking what that was about, so he shrugged as if to say he didn't know, before continuing on. He had a dinner to prepare, and the puzzle that was Hetty, was one puzzle to many in his mind. He would ask G if he knew anything about it when he got home, but for now, he would just think about the dinner. It was so much easier.
Callen had been watching Marty through his eyelashes as he got his stuff together to go home. He wished he could join him straight away, but he still had a few more reports to write. So he had said goodnight, but his eyes had promised he would see Marty later. He had just been about to go back to his work when he heard Hetty's call and he couldn't stop himself turning to her with a frown. Wondering what it was she wanted with Marty. He hoped she wasn't going to give him a load more work to do, the guy needed a break, and well, Callen really wanted to spend the evening relaxing with him while he insisted they watch whatever crazy movie he had it in his mind that Callen had to see this time. He had had quite an education in random pop-culture since spending his evenings at Marty's. But he loved it, being able to curl up on the couch with the younger man, while he talked none stop through most of what they were watching, it was relaxing, and comforting, and… something else he couldn't find the right word for.
So he watched as Marty made his way to Hetty's office, his frown changing to surprise and his eyebrows raising as he saw her hand him a cup of tea. It couldn't be anything bad if she was giving him tea at least. So what was it? He saw her hand him something, a book by the look of it, but they were too far away from him to see what book it was. Instead he watched as Marty put it in his bag and then sat there being stared at for another a minute before he rose and left, giving him a discreet shrug as he went. It seemed Marty was just as confused as him. Oh well, they could talk about it tonight over dinner, for now he had work to do, otherwise he would never get out of here it time to have that conversation, or the food.
Callen let himself into Marty's apartment the way he always did, by picking the guys lock. It was different from the first one he had picked, having made Marty get a better one, but it was still far too easy in Callen's mind. Maybe he should take charge of the security of Marty's apartment. I mean you never knew who would break in, well apart from him that was. He silently walked down the short corridor following the smell of food, cooking. Wait Marty was cooking?
When he got to the kitchen he took a moment to just watch the younger man as he moved around, adding things to the pan in front of him. Callen smirked to himself when he realised that Marty hadn't actually heard him arrive. He loved catching him unawares. It was always fun.
When Marty seemed to have stopped moving Callen snuck up behind him and wrapping his arms around him as he spoke, "hey Marty."
Deeks had been so immersed in attempting to create something edible he hadn't heard G come up behind him. Therefore when he had felt the arms go round him he had instantly gone defensive, until he heard the amused voice in his ear making him turn in the arms to kiss G on the lips.
"Hey Superspy." He replied when they pulled back earning himself a roll of G's eyes. Though he thought the name was pretty apt right then. I mean, he hadn't heard him come in after all.
"You need a new lock on your door. That one's far too easy to pick." Callen responded moving away from Marty so he could look into the pan on the hob in front of the younger man, trying to work out what it was supposed to be.
"You know, I could just give you a key, right?" Deeks replied pushing G out of his way so he could give their dinner a stir.
"Where would be the fun in that?" Callen asked with a chuckle as moved back to give Marty space. This wasn't the first time they had had this conversation, and he doubted it would be the last. Marty was always offering him a key, and him always diverting without saying yes or no. They weren't together, okay he might spend most of his time here, but to have a key… that was a bit too much like saying they were in a relationship for his liking. And they were not dating.
"So what did Hetty want to talk to you about?" He asked changing the conversation.
"She gave me a book, apparently she felt I needed to have it in my library." Deeks replied with look that said go figure.
"What book?" Callen asked with narrow eyes as he suddenly got an idea of just what that crafty woman was up to now.
"Some Russian one. It's in my bag." Deeks replied with a wave of his hand in the direction of the livingroom where he had dumped his stuff upon coming home from work.
Callen had to know if his hunch was right. So leaving Marty cooking he went to get the mysterious book Hetty had given her liaison. Pulling it out, he just shook his head as he smiled at the front cover. Yep, she really was far too crafty.
"Hetty and I were discussing this the other day." He said as he returned to the kitchen flicking through the pages as he did so.
"Why would she give it to me then?" Deeks asked turning round to look at him with a frown. Sure most morning he would wake to see G reading, but really? How would Hetty know that?
At his words Callen chuckled choosing not to mention just how Hetty knew his sleep patterns, nor how she knew how he liked to keep himself entertained when everyone else was still resting. So instead he gave another, still truthful answer.
"Because I think she would prefer it if I didn't take your toaster apart."
"Nooo. I like my toaster." Deeks cried affronted that G would even suggest destroying it. He liked his toast in the morning damn it. If he thought for one moment G would do such a thing he would have locked it up. Though knowing G, he would probably just pick the lock and get it out if he had tried.
"I would put it back together again." Callen replied in a calming tone, though it was ruined somewhat by his smirk at the look of outrage on Marty's face. At least now he knew what to do if he ever pissed him off, take away the toaster.
"Hmm, stay away from my toaster, G." Deeks responded narrowing his eyes at him and holding out the spoon he was holding in an attempt at a threatening manner.
"No promises." Was all Callen said in reply, before hiding behind the book Hetty had given Marty for him to read. Letting the other man to go back to cooking their dinner. Though when he saw Marty's back turn he did go and get them both a beer out of the fridge in a conciliatory gesture.
They proceeded to have a nice relaxed evening together, the food wasn't half bad too. And when Marty was once more asleep in his arms and G had had his couple of hours, he grabbed the book and settled down to read it properly, smiling gratefully for the woman who had been so thoughtful as to provide it.