Prompt: Can you make a story about Deeks being sent to the county jail and met with someone who he has arrested before?
A/N: I figure this is set maybe season 4-5ish.
"You ready?" Kensi asked, barely moving her lips as she spoke. Deeks kept his head lowered, cuffed hands loosely dangling between his knees, the picture of a regretful criminal.
Kensi had parked their borrowed LAPD squad car outside the booking area. All Deeks could see was the back of her ponytail, pulled tightly against the back of her head. It was harsh, just like the brown uniform she wore for her role as an LAPD officer.
When he didn't respond, Kensi added, "Remember, after you're checked in, Superintendent Reyna will take you to your block and you need to find Morgan Dentz as soon as you can."
"I know," Deeks said. "We've reviewed this a hundred times. I'll be fine." He wasn't so sure that was the truth, but there was no point in worrying Kensi. He drew in a deep breath, getting into the mindset of Max Gentry.
"Right." He lifted his head just enough to see Kensi eyeing him in the rear-view mirror. "Ok, let's get this over with. If you need an out, have Reyna call us."
Deeks rolled his shoulders, staying silent as he was handed a small bundle with orange coveralls and toiletries from an officer, named Campbell, with a permanent scowl.
Right now, was the only prisoner being processed, as planned. The hope was to get him access to Morgan Dentz, a veteran prisoner who was running an illicit drug ring that had made its way outside the confines of the jail walls.
The plan was for Deeks to find Dentz, find out who colleague was and how widespread the ring was, and then get back out as quickly as possible.
"Change and then you follow me, don't speak to anyone," The officer instructed Deeks, crossing his arms as he waited for Deeks to comply.
A note of alarm ran through Deeks; this was not the plan. Reyna wasn't there though, so he grabbed the coveralls and started shucking off his street clothes. The whole time, he tried to think of a way to alert Reyna to his presence without raising Campbell's suspicions.
When he was finished, he put his clothes, watch, and shoes on a bin and passed them over to a second officer behind a plastic shield. Campbell cuffed his hands in front of him again and then led him through a gate and down a chilled, concrete hall.
Sweat began to bead along his spine the longer they walked, as they got further from any help. They stopped midway down block four in front of a cell and Campbell ordered the prisoner inside to stand and move to the back of the cell.
A tall man with graying hair and an unkept beard slowly rose, giving Campbell a hate-filled look and slouched against the far wall. He watched them, regarding Deeks suspiciously, with guarded interest, as Campbell unlocked the door and pushed him through.
The door slammed behind him, and Deeks might have laughed at the cliche of it all if he wasn't stuck in a prison cell with an unknown criminal. Keeping his head lowered, Deeks crossed over to the bed on the opposite side of the room, tossing his small collection of toiletries on the blanket.
"You look like you're about to puke," the other prisoner commented, his voice hoarse and only vaguely interested. "You better not get anything on my stuff if you do." A note of warning tinged his words and Deeks stilled, suddenly recognizing the voice, though it wasn't shouting obscenities at him this time. At least not yet.
Jeremiah Keizer. He was a career criminal Deeks arrested him for mugging a 50 year old woman. With the evidence of his previous arrests, and Deeks' personal statement, the district attorney got Keizer 15 years. That was roughly five years ago. Somehow, Deeks didn't think Keizer's anger towards him had lessened in that time.
Deeks sat on the bed, keeping his head lowered. He was exceedingly grateful for the few extra days of beard he'd let grow and his slightly matted hair. Hopefully it would go some way to keep his new roommate, and anyone else who might recognize Detective Marty Deeks, at bay.
"Not very chatty, are you?"
"I don't really feel like talking," Deeks answered gruffly. He sent the other man a brief glare from under his matted bangs, drawing on Gentry's less pleasant characteristics. Jeremiah just grinned back, settling on his own bed with a chuckle.
Apparently sensing he had a captive audience, Keizer continued talking. His ranting was a mixture of advice for surviving prison and warning if Deeks happened to cross him in any way.
After about half an hour, Keizer finally quieted enough for Deeks to hear the telltale sound of a guard patrolling the block. He stopped at their cell, surprising Deeks.
"Gentry," the guard barked, gesturing for Deeks to come forward. "You're coming with me."
"What for?" Deeks asked, not rising even though it was risking some form of punishment for ignoring a direct order.
"There's something wrong with your paperwork. Now stand up and put your hands in front of you."
As Deeks stood again, Keizer sat up, a frown crossing his face.
"Hey, I know you," he said slowly, making a move towards Deeks.
"Keizer get back against the wall," the guard barked at him. Keizer ignored him, throwing himself at Deeks.
"You're that damn cop who arrested me!" he shouted, punching Deeks in the face as he slammed them both into the bed.
A/N: I hope this was alright. It took a little thinking to come up with a scenario that would make sense.