A/N: Hope you're enjoying all the ridiculousness. We'll see how long I can keep this up for.
"Ok, this goes in your ear," Eric directed Deeks as he handed him a comm device. "I'll be monitoring everything you say from up here and the rest of the team will be able to check if they need to."
Eric and Deeks had hit it off almost immediately. All it had taken was Deeks gushing over Eric's tech, and he had the man's heart. Kensi had rolled her eyes as they had geeked out together over Eric's tablet.
A picture of Robert Davies, the man Deeks would be meeting, along with several pertinent documents were still on the big screen after their hastily conducted briefing. He wasn't a particularly intimidating looking man, dark haired and slight, based on the picture, but there was something menacing in his eyes. There was a darkness that Kensi had come to recognize in the last few years and it made her worry for Deeks even more.
"If at any point you think you might be in danger, use the safe word," Callen reminded Deeks. He was standing back, arms folded, watching in a disapproving manner.
"Very kinky," Deeks said, now taking a wire from Eric and threading it through his shirt. For someone who claimed to have no prior experience, he seemed to know his way around surveillance equipment.
"Deeks, this is serious."
"I realize that," he responded, his expression suddenly intense and anything but humorous. "Believe me, I can be completely serious when the situation warrants it."
"Just don't get yourself killed," Sam said, showing something other than disdain for Deeks for the first time since meeting him.
"Aw, you do care." And there was the joker again. Kensi thought she saw Hetty's lip twitch slightly, but otherwise she remained composed.
"Do you understand your instructions, Mr. Deeks?" she asked once he they'd made sure all his equipment functioned, giving him a look that cowed most people. Deeks just adopted a model-esque pose, giving Hetty his full, if slightly irreverent, attention.
"Yes, Miss Lange. Crystal clear. I'm to get as much information from Robert Davies as I can. And if possible, get him to confess to the murders or implicate anyone else who was involved," he recited dutifully.
"And if he should do anything to threaten your life, which is likely, you call for back up. Understood?"
"Understood." She nodded and the clapped her hands together. "Let's get Mr. Deeks to his meeting."
Deeks blew out a long breath and rearranged his hair, looking outside the passenger window. Kensi, Sam-Agent Hanna he corrected himself sarcastically in his mind-, and Callen had driven him to a spot a few blocks from where he was supposed to meet Roger Davies where another, less federal looking vehicle was waiting. Deeks had then driven the rest of the way by himself.
"Everything ok, Deeks?" A voice said in his ear and he jerked, nerves already on edge.
"Yeah, I'm good," he told Callen, taking another deep breath before he opened the car door and grabbed the briefcase filled with fake documents. The walk to the warehouse seemed unnaturally long and Deeks felt suddenly vulnerable out in the open.
He had no second thoughts about seeing this through, but he did feel a lot more nervous than he was letting on. The side door to the warehouse creaked when he opened it and he was greeted by a blast of damp, musty air.
The layout was large and open with a few concrete support beams running down the middle and sides. As Deeks slowly walked in, Roger Davies appeared from behind one of the beams.
"Do you have the papers?" he asked, stepping closer. He wore a gray suit, like Deeks. Unlike Deeks, he had a gun and based on the casual way he had it resting against his thigh, he was very comfortable using it.
"Some of them," Deeks said nonchalantly, ignoring his racing heart. Robert Davies snarled, jerking the gun a little higher.
"The agreement was that you would bring all of the incriminating documents." Deeks smirked, drawing on the bravado that had helped him through many difficult court cases.
"Yeah, but I figured you might not be super cooperative when I got here. Let's just call this security. You let me in on the operation, the remaining documents stay in a safe location. Everybody's happy."
"And how do I know you won't double cross me?" Davies asked and Deeks smiled.
"Because I intend on our business relationship lasting a long time. If I turn you in, how does that benefit me?" Deeks explained. Davies chuckled and used the gun to point at Deeks.
"You know, Greg could be pretty chatty he wanted to. He liked to tell anyone who would listen what he planned to do with his cut of the money. He talked about his women. And he talked about you, Marty Deeks." A shiver went up Deeks' spine as Davies said his name and his smile turned feral.
"He couldn't stand you. Thought you were a self-righteous prick, a real pain in the ass. Said you wouldn't take a case if you thought your client was guilty. Now, somehow I find it hard to believe that a guy who hated you that much would tell you anything about his side job."
Deeks shrugged, feigning indifference.
"Well, Greg didn't exactly tell me. I overheard a few conversations and put the pieces together."
"Or, maybe you're an undercover cop," Davies suggested, closing the space between them and crowding Deeks closer to the concrete wall.
"Wow, you think I'm a cop," Deeks said, chuckling as he desperately tried to think of a way to talk himself out of this. He could always call his babysitters in, but Davies would likely kill him before they got there. "Yeah, that's definitely wrong. I'm just a lawyer with a new Porsche to pay off. I thought we could work something out to our mutual benefit, but if not we can pretend this never happened."
"Now why don't I believe you? Even if you're not a cop, people always talk. Greg talked. His army buddies talked."
"Is that why you killed him?"
"I don't like loose ends," Davies said with a smirk. "Now, tell me who else know about the operation or things will get very unpleasant for you."
"There's nothing to tell, man," Deeks insisted.
"We'll see." Something about Davies' tone sent warning bells off in Deeks' head. "Hector, Jessie!" he shouted and two more, large, muscular men came out from the shadows. Deeks' stomach sank. He might have been able to fight off Davies, but three to one was impossible.
"You kill me and you lose everything," Deeks warned him.
"Oh, I'm not going to kill you. Not yet." He gestured to Hector and Jessie. "Hold him." Deeks resisted, jamming his elbow into the larger thug's ribs. The man let out a yell, but didn't stop moving and forced Deeks into the wall, shoving his gun beneath his jaw. Deeks stilled, breathing heavily, his heart pounding as both men held him in place and Davies slowly approached.
Davies looked him up and down in an unnerving way, then without warning punched Deeks in the face. Deeks couldn't hold back a gasp of pain as his lip split and warm blood filled his mouth.
"Who else knows about me?" Davies growled. Something in Deeks shifted and he suddenly was filled with rage. He spat a mouthful of blood, grinning as it splattered down Davies' gray pants.
"Bullseye," he muttered right before the next blow came.
"I don't like this," Kensi said, shaking her head. Deeks had disappeared from her line of sight several minutes ago, but she was still staring in the direction he had gone.
"None of us do, but there's nothing we can do except try and make sure he doesn't get killed," Callen replied.
"Well, if he makes it out alive, I bet he won't want to play hero again anytime soon," Sam commented grimly. Feeling like someone needed to defend him, even if she silently agreed, Kensi said,
"He's just trying to help." Callen smirked and he and Sam shared another one of their looks.
"It's the fluffy hair. Gets her every time." Glaring at them, Kensi spoke through her teeth.
"If you mention Deeks' hair, or his eyes, one more time-"
"Uh guys, you need to turn your comms on," Eric interrupted. "Like right now. Deeks is in trouble."
They tuned in right as Davies threatened to kill Deeks slowly, like he had Greg Morton.
"And there's our proof," Callen said with grim satisfaction. "Nice going, Deeks." Kensi was out of the Challenger before either of the men, strapping on her vest and automatic rifle.
"Eric, let Deeks know we're coming. When we give the signal, tell him to get on the floor," Sam ordered. "We're five minutes out.
Hopefully Deeks could withstand another five minutes, Kensi thought grimly as they ran toward the warehouse.
A/N: Did I model bits of this off of the scenes in Human Traffic where Deeks goes to meet Lazik? Why yes I did. Please excuse any inaccuracies as I don't have a clue what I'm doing.