"I said freeze!"

Everyone looked towards the door and Deeks immediately had two very intense, very conflicting emotions. Hope that he actually had a chance to get out of here alive now that there was back up (that hopefully unnumbered the guys in this place) and fear that there was a closed door between him and his people. With two goons in front of it. Fantastic. It didn't matter that they were barely intelligent enough to form sycophantic sentences, they were walls of pure muscle in a small room. Deeks didn't exactly like his odds on getting free alive. Or even conscious.

If he broke character and made a run for it. That was the big if. Then again, running towards LAPD when they were literally coming in in a hail bullets (from the sounds of things) wasn't a good idea even if he was being Detective Deeks.

Deeks quickly went over his options. He didn't have a weapon, so breaking cover meant that he'd have to run towards LAPD. Which, as mentioned above, was a bad idea.

He found himself really regretting that he didn't portray himself as a 'bad boy's early on in the case. If he had, it wouldn't have been odd for him to have a gun. Not that he would have been allowed to bring one in here...

Speaking of in here, everyone currently in this room were completely frozen, like they'd seen a ghost. Another rat-a-tat-a-tat of bullets and 'BANG' of things shattering seemed the bring them to their senses. Probably because the noises were getting closer.

No matter what way he looked at it, Deeks came to the conclusion that breaking cover would be a bad idea. He just didn't have good odds. So, staying in character it was.

"Uh, guys?" he asked with a slight (and not faked) stutter, stepping towards the door.

He got yanked back by Bordesley by the scruff of the neck. Ow.

"Are you nuts, dude?" Bordesley demanded.

"Surely we gotta get out of here," Deeks countered. "We're sitting ducks!"

He felt really nervous about just staying here. If LAPD found this room, they were more likely to shoot first and ask questions later. Nope, not a way he wanted to go, funnily enough.

The boss man was looking between the two of them and the door. His face white and beads of sweat starting to bead on his forehead. He jerked his head at his two goons.

"Get out there and sort them," he growled.

The goons looked at each other and nodded at their boss; hands on their rather large weapons as the edged out.

"What about us?" Deeks asked.

"You stay here."

"And just wait to get caught?" Deeks demanded. "We could slip right out!"

"Or we could die!" Bordesley argued, almost hysterical.

Deeks supposed that the old adage proved right. Bullies really were cowards.

"I want to keep an eye on you," the boss man proclaimed, giving him a suspicious look that would have been a lot more effective if he didn't keep glancing at the door and flinching every time a gun shot went off.

"Me man?" Deeks threw every ounce of disbelief in his tone. "I'm nobody remember? The cops are out there."

"Exactly." The man's voice was dangerous again as he eyed Deeks. "How is it that as soon as Bordesley here brings you here, the cops get wind of us?"

"Hey, man," Bordesley piped up. "I had nothing to do wi-"

"Shut up!" the boss snapped and turned to Deeks.

Realising that the jig was up or at the very least he was being deemed a snitch, Deeks didn't even think. He bolted from the now unlocked door and into the firefight. He actually kind of preferred his chances here.

All around him people were engaged in exchanging bullets. He didn't recognise half of the LAPD but now wasn't exactly the time to focus on face.

What he should be focusing on was the fact that one of the boss man's goons was lifting a gun at the back of Bates' unaware head.

The goon aimed his gun and Deeks didn't even think, he lunged at him - tackling the guy in the side. Looks like the boss man knew how to pick his personal security - this goon was a wall of muscle. Still, Deeks took him by surprise and they both fell to the floor.

Deeks tried to keep him down but the two of them quickly became a tangle of limbs. Deeks took a hit to the face, thankfully not his nose. He managed to get a few punches in - not that Deeks thought it did any good except maybe tickle the guy. Either way, the goon was distracted and the gun was out of his hand and no longer aiming at the back of Bates' head.

Deeks tried to reach for the gun and seize the opportunity to get himself a weapon but was pulled back into a struggle. Somehow, he managed to avoid having his head bashed against the wall but it was a close thing.

The pair of them rolled about for the next few minutes as bullets were shot over them. Neither of them was getting the upper hand. Until he did.

Suddenly, the gun was right there by his hand and without even pausing to think, Deeks managed to seize it. Some brief fumbling and he was directing it at the goon who now stood frozen over him.

"I think you might want to surrender," Deeks advised from behind his gun.

The goon just snorted and jumped at him.

'BANG!' Deeks' 'liberated' gun went off, getting the guy in the shoulder. He went down clutching it, swearing loudly. Looked like he wasn't getting up anytime soon. Obviously, as he was lacking the equipment to cuff the guy, Deeks stepped over him and took in his surroundings properly for the first time since he got out of that office.

It was carnage. Absolute carnage. Shouting and blood and bodies. Not to mention the shot-up crates and glass. Sheesh. This was going to be quite a mess to sort out after.

Finally getting his bearings, the first thing he say was Bates having yet another gun pointed at him. Only this time he was injured, if the blood oozing down his arm was anything to go by.

'BANG!' Another bullet left the gun and got Bates' assailant square in the back of the head. The shower of blood sporting out being quite impressive as the guy sank to the floor, eyes glassy.

Deeks met Bates' eyes, both men panting slightly. Deeks gave him a grin as he lowered the gun.

"Hey, Bates."

He had never heard quite so many swear words out of his boss's mouth before. It was quite a torrent.

"Tut tut, language, sir," he mock-scolded.

He got the finger in response which made him chuckle. Bates wasn't a prude by any means but he did tend to restrain himself, saying that he had standards to uphold, being the boss and all.

"You good, Deeks?"

That was asked in a serious and concerned tone. Enough to tell Deeks that the man had seriously been worried about him. He made a show of checking each limb and giving himself a shake.

"All in one piece here, sir. No bullet holes, knife wounds, head injuries. Maybe some bruises and cuts and-"

"Deeks?"

"Yes, Lieutenant?"

"Shut up."