Hello again. So this is the last chapter set in season 2, episode 6 'Stand Off'.
I have used a saying in this chapter which is very common in Britain, where I live. I don't know how common it is in America so I thought it best to explain its meaning here.
The kettle calling the pot black dates back to 1600's where both kettles and pots were placed directing over a fire and thus blackened by soot. It means that they are both as bad as each other.
Anyway I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA, nor any of the lines I have taken from the show.
Deeks hated Tracy. And I mean really hated her. After the display in the boatshed he could have killed her. Well, not really, but damn did he want to. He knew what she was doing. She was trying to manipulate G and get him to join her in her plans, whatever they were. But he also knew G wouldn't fall for that. Not because he knew he didn't care for her, he still wasn't 100% on that one. But he knew G Callen would never betray the team. It wasn't in him. They were his friends and he wouldn't do anything to put them, put Sam, in danger.
He was glad when they got to the docks that his and Kensi's role was to locate the missiles and therefore he wouldn't have to watch anymore of the G and Tracy show. He had seen enough thank you very much. Of course he was also very happy when he got to beat the crap out of one of the men guarding the weapons, it managed to get some of his pissed off anger out.
The deal went down as it should, though there was one hairy moment when the arms dealer test fired one of the spike missiles at the crate next to the one Sam was lying on. But luckily he was unhurt. Then of course he wanted to fire another, and considering all the other sim cards they had given him were duds, that was also a slight, teeny tiny issue, that resulted in a gunfight and Deeks having the pleasure of driving a semi to block the arms dealers exist. But by the end of it, it resulted in one more bad guy in handcuffs, and therefore one less on the streets, or globally around the world. Either worked in Deeks mind. They had got the bad guy. They were done, it was over and he could have his G back. With that thought he turned round just in time to see Callen kissing Tracy before he let her get away. What the hell?
They all made their way back to ops, with Callen filling them in on the plan to track Tracy to find the money and get her. But once they got back Callen let Sam go on ahead with Kensi so he could grab Marty and drag him into the incinerator room. Hmm, seemed they spent a lot of their time having personal moment in here. But it was the closest and safest place to do what he really needed to do.
Slamming the door behind them Callen pushed Marty against it and kissed him as if his life depended on it. Not pulling away from the other man until neither of them could breathe.
"I needed that. I need you." He whispered leaning against the younger man as he laced one hand through Marty's hair and the other pulled him close so he could rest his head in the crock of his neck.
"I got you, G." Deeks whispered back. There were so many questions he wanted to ask this man, but he knew right then wasn't the time. No for now he would be content with this. With G in his arms releasing all the tension he had held during the op. Releasing all the games he had been playing and trying to find his way back to who he really was. Deeks felt privileged that it was him G had needed to help him return. And with that privilege came the knowledge that none of what G had done had been real. This was the real him, the man in his arms who cared for him only. The man he loved had come back to him, just as he had said he would.
And so Deeks stood there running his hand up and down G's back as he placed gentle kisses on his face and just held him tight. Letting him know he was never going to let him go.
Callen couldn't believe how much truth his words had held. He had spoken them without thought, but now, in Marty's arms, he knew it. He really did need him. He should have been scared by that, but he didn't have the energy to care. All he cared about was the man who had him wrapped in his welcoming arms. The man who had allowed him back without thought even after all that he had to do. So this was what a relationship truly was. It wasn't about what you did or how you acted to the outside world, it was this right here. The offer of comfort and support when you needed it, and being not just able, but wanting to feel it. Needing to feel it. This was true companionship, true… caring. He was so glad he hadn't thrown this away. So glad he had taken that leap, because no matter what else might happen between them, he had Marty now, and he was his and vice versa, and it was perfect.
They both knew they couldn't stay there long. There partners would ask questions soon enough, but they stayed like that long enough so that they both found the equilibrium that had been missing since the start of this op. Ever since Tracy had come into their lives. They had enough time to find each other once more, and that was enough for now. Enough to give them the strength to face whatever came next. Because now they had to find the money. Find Tracy with the money, though Deeks knew he would not be going on that hunt. No he would leave that to G and Sam, let his love's partner protect his back from that bitch. Because he knew if he saw he might just shoot her, non-fatality of course. But still, not the best idea.
They waited for Tracy to clear the cash and then Sam and Callen were on a plane to the Grand Cayman Islands. Time to finish this.
Callen was sitting on her yacht drinking a beer waiting for her to arrive. He couldn't wait to see her face when she saw him there. Oh yes, this was going to be priceless. And then it happened. She came round the corner and stopped at the sight of him smiling at her.
"Never vacationed in the Caymans. Always working." He said taking off his sunglasses so he could look her in the eyes.
"Working now?" Tracy asked not thinking for a minute that he was here for any other reason, but she could also see he was alone. Maybe he had come back to her.
"Afraid so." Callen replied amiably. He was taking his time to enjoy this moment. The one where he had her trapped. With that thought he moved to the suitcase near him and showed her the money they had found. The money that they had been paid for the sim cards.
"How?" Tracy asked simply. He had somehow gotten the best of her. But he was Callen, she was the one with the brains, how had he beaten her in this?
"White's cell phone. The one you took of his body. We dusted it for prints. White's weren't on it, yours were. You switched them. We've been tracking you since you left the scene. Just needed enough time for you to clear the cash." Callen replied with a smirk. She really did think she had been so clever, but his team were better than her. The people he put his trust in were worth so much more than the woman in front of him.
Tracy looked at him. She didn't even think to try and wrap him around her little finger again. She knew she had lost that battle. But she would make him pay. "I don't see your little surfer boy here, or did he dump you after he saw who you really were?" She asked moving closer to him and giving him a knowing smile.
Her words made Callen tense. He knew Sam was listening, and really her description could only be of one person. He had no idea how she had found out, but he wouldn't let her see he was rattled.
"He knows exactly who I am, and we are very happy thank you." He replied with a sunny smile, even while inside he was wondering how he was going to weather the storm of Sam that was about to be raged upon him. Though as long as he could keep him away from Marty, he could deal with it.
"You'll poison him. Make him as bad as you." Tracy said losing all her attempts at sweetness and nice, letting her true ruthless part show. The part that thought only of herself and no one else, nothing else.
"That sounds a lot like the kettle calling the pot black if you ask me." Sam said coming out from the interior of the boat and smiling at Tracy. They had her now. It was a nice feeling.
"Didn't think I would keep my partner from a free trip to the Cayman Islands, did you?" Callen asked with a smirk of his own. It was done now. It was finished. He only had to worry about what Sam would say on the journey home. Oh, that was going to be fun. Maybe he could pretend to sleep the whole way back?