Detective Deeks Later
Summary: Marty Deeks has been a detective for a few years now and Max has grown and meets up once again with Quinn. I rated this as 'T' because of non graphic or explicit sex inside.
Disclaimer: Nuh uh, don't own any of the recognizable ones.
A/N 1: Undercover personas need to do things they would never do in real life. Please keep that in mind if you decide to read this story.
A/N 2: As always, the noble nherbie helped me correct the tenses in this story as I have a lot of trouble with those. She also helped me rework a paragraph so it read better. She's one of those people you read about and if you're very lucky, you'll meet and she becomes your friend.
Chapter 2
Bates hangs up his phone and wonders what the hell the world is coming to. Shit! I need to talk to Deeks so he grabs his cup of coffee and leaves his office to find him. He finds him sitting at his desk playing with his cell phone. "Deeks, I have a problem which means us, meaning you and I, have a problem. Homicide is swamped with work and since we're rather slack at the moment, I need you to lend them a hand. There was a truck jacked on the 405 by Manhattan Beach this morning and CHP told us there were 3 bodies at the scene. All 3 were shot. I want you to get out there and process the scene and let me know what you find. You're gonna be alone until I can find someone to give you a hand."
"That's fine Lt. Bates; I can grab a uniform on the way out." Deeks responds.
"That's just it Deeks, there aren't any available. It seems murder and mayhem are the words of the day! So, off you go."
Deeks stands, gets his gun out of the drawer and tells Lt. Bates, "Later LT." And leaves.
As Deeks arrives at the scene he happens to notice the waves breaking on Manhattan Beach and wishes he was out there before turning his attention to the crime scene. He gets what CHP has found and tells them they could go if they wanted to that he would take over. There are two witnesses that he needs to talk to and walks over to where they are standing. "Hello, I'm Detective Deeks."
The small, aged, gentleman answers with, "Hello, my name is David Smythe and this is my wife Mimi."
"Can you tell me what happened? Or what you saw?" Deeks inquires.
"Well, we didn't see the truck get stopped but we saw the men in it getting shot. The man that did it was large. I mean really big! He had dark hair cut short. There were three others with him but they all had hats and sunglasses on. They pulled all three men out of the truck and had them kneeling on the road behind the truck when the big man showed up and shot them in the back of the head. Then all four of them unloaded 12 wooden boxes out of the truck and put them into a different truck and left. They weren't here longer than 5 minutes."
"Can you tell me anything about the other truck?" Deeks asks.
"It was a canvas covered Army truck." David says.
"How do you know it was an army truck?"
"Well, it was completely olive green with a big white star on the door and another one on the side of the canvas covering the back of the truck. Oh yeah, it also said U.S. Army on the door." And David grins at Deeks.
Deeks can't help himself and chuckles at the description of the truck. He hands Mr. Smythe his card and asks him to call if he remembers anything else and to please stay around home for a day or two in case the LAPD needs to reach him for anything. Watching them leave the scene, Deeks thinks to himself 'What a nice couple'.
Deeks walks over to the bodies and the first thing he notices is they were all shot one time in the back of the head, execution style. He looks in the back of the truck and notices something blowing around up towards the front so after taking a picture of its location with his cell phone, he jumps up into the back to check it out. What he finds brings chills to his back. It's an invoice for 12 FIM-92 Stingermissiles, and they're gone! SHIT! He takes an up close picture of the invoice and jumps out of the truck to call Lt. Bates.
Bates sees Deeks name come up on his phone and then answers, "Bates."
"LT, we have a big problem. I found out what the truck was jacked for. It was carrying 12 FIM-92 Stingermissiles! Those bad boys are able to be shoulder-fired by a single operator! In the hands of the wrong person . . ."
"Deeks, when CSI gets there, come back here. We need to figure out some things." And Bates breaks the connection.
CSI arrives 10 minutes later and Deeks tells them where he found the invoice at and sends them the pictures from his cell phone and heads back to the precinct and Bates.
When he walks into Bates's office he grabs a coffee and sits down waiting for Bates to get off of the phone. When he's done with his conversation, he pointedly looks at Deeks and tells him, "Max needs to go out and about to see if he can find out anything about this. We can't let these missiles fall into the wrong hands. Could you imagine if an arms dealer or drug cartel had them? We need to find them ASAP!"
"As soon as it gets dark, I'll head out."
After he leaves Bates's office, Deeks goes back to his little cubicle and thinks about where he should start looking and then it comes to mind. He's heard rumblings about guns and shit getting sold over at Pete's Place, a little hole in the wall bar between Venice and Washington Boulevards, a fairly rough part of town but where Max is known. That'll be my starting point and then I'll see where that takes me. In the past few years of doing undercover, he has learned a great deal. The first thing he needs to do is find a place to live until he's done with the op. Max is a ruthless, vicious, inhumane person so he needs to find a place that matches him. He pulls out the phone book and starts looking through the yellow pages for hotel rooms that rent weekly. He finds a seedy dive listed in the book so he leaves the precinct to see about renting a room. The hotel manager shows him to a room on the second floor in the back. The paint is starting to peel, the carpeting is thread bare, and the furniture really saggy. It is perfect for Max. He pays the guy $150 for two weeks and unpacks his go-bag. He'd bought some cheap linens from a second hand thrift store that he uses to make his bed with and lies down for a little nap before leaving for the night.
Shortly before midnight, Max walks through the door of Pete's bar and sits at the bar. He orders a Jack on the rocks and when his order comes, he sees Pete walking towards him. "As I live and breathe, Max Gentry, how the hell are you? Better yet, where ya been? We ain't seen you in a long while."
"I did a little time in Folsom and when I got out, I thought a change of scenery would do me some good. I went north to San Francisco and then over to Oakland. Now I'm back. Maybe you could spread the word that Max is back and looking for work." Max growls.
"Yeah, I can do that Max."
As soon as Max is done speaking, three tough looking men walk into the bar and Pete thinks 'here comes trouble' and starts to wipe the bar nervously.
As the three guys walk into the bar, they notice Max sitting at the bar right away. None of them know him from Adam but the one in charge thinks he could be tonight's entertainment. He walks up to Max and states, "Hey man, you're sitting in my place. You gotta move." And then looks at his two buddies and grins. He looks back at Max who hasn't moved or even looked at him. "What the hell? Hey you! I'm talking to ya!" And then he commits a mistake that he will never do again, he puts his hand on Max's left shoulder to spin him around to face him and in the wink of an eye, Max has a .50 Desert Eagle in his hand and he starts beating the guy with it. Four hits with the gun and the guy is out and then Max starts on the other two. Just before he leaves the bar, he tells Pete to make sure to spread the word, Max is back in town and goes back to his dingy room to hit the sack.
After Max left, Pete thinks to himself, 'Yep, Max is back and it seems he's meaner than ever' and keeps wiping the bar as the three guys on the floor start coming awake.
He hangs out at Pete's bar for a couple more days without hearing anything about the missiles. He decides to try a few other bars that he's had luck in before and later in the week he hits pay dirt. He is sitting at a table nursing a bottle of beer when in walks a man he hasn't seen in almost 3 years. He pulls his gun out and keeps it in his lap under the table until he sees how things are gonna go. The guy talks to the bartender and he points over at Max and the guy heads over to the table. When he arrives at the table, Max looks up and says, "Lickin' Larry, just how the hell are you man?" They call him lickin' because he's always licking his lips.
"Same old Max ain't ya? My boss heard ya were back in town and looking for work. He could use an extra gun hand for maybe a month. Ya interested?"
"Depends, what's the deal? Body guard? Enforcer? What?"
"More like protection I think. The boss has acquired some arms that he thinks he can make a few bucks with by selling them. I think he wants you to help make sure they don't get ripped off. You in?"
After Larry gets done talking, Max puts his gun away and Larry's eyes grow large as saucers. "I can't be too careful Larry. I had no idea what your plans were when you walked in here tonight. I'm in man."
Larry pulls a card out of his pocket and writes something on it and slides it across the table to Max. "Be there tomorrow around 11 a.m. He'll be waiting." Then he bids Max a goodnight and leaves. Max follows him out the door about 15 minutes later and heads for his apartment. As late as it is, he still calls Bates and lets him know what's going on and that he's finally got an in. He'll know more tomorrow if it's what they're looking for and ends the call.
The address that Larry gave him, takes him to a warehouse close to the industrial part of LA. When he walks in the door, there are at least three guns cocked and pointing at him and there stands Renaldo Garcia.
"Well, well, well. As I live and breathe, it's Max Gentry." And he motions for the guns to lower. "I hear you're available for some work. That right?"
"Depends on whatcha got Mr. Garcia."
"Max, I need to sell some missiles I acquired a few days ago. If anyone finds out I have them, they're gonna try to take them. I need you to help prevent that. Call it my insurance policy."
"That I can do. So, do you have any buyers lined up yet?"
"Not yet Max, but I got someone coming in tomorrow or the day after that will do that for me."
"Sounds good Mr. Garcia. Say, I need to run a few errands if that's alright? It should only be an hour or so."
"Not a problem Max. Come back here when you're done. I have one missile kept here in the back under tarps. The other 11 are spread over Los Angeles for protection against someone trying to take them from me."
Max goes back to his place and makes a call to Bates to explain what was going on and that he was in. Bates decides that they should wait until the day of the sale and they may take down two for the price of one. Sort of like buy one get one free. Heh heh heh. After talking to Bates, Max gets something to eat and then heads back to the warehouse.
In the afternoon of the second day, a fire red corvette pulls into the lot and catches Max's eye. 'What's this?' he ponders and continues to watch the car.
After the car shuts down, the door opens and a long well shaped leg steps out followed by the second one and right then he knew, 'QUINN!' and away speeds his heart. 'Oh shit', he thinks, 'how am I gonna make it through this?' And steels himself for the meeting and walks towards her with his heart in his throat; She's wearing extremely tight hot pants and a silk wife beater with little else on underneath.
As she gets out of her car, she sees several men standing around with suspicious looking eyes and then she sees one she thought she would never see again. MAX! Her Max. Those pretty blue eyes, that magnificent body, and those blond, curly locks. I thought I was over him but seeing him now, I know I'm not. She gets out of her reverie and starts walking towards a man that looks like the guy she's supposed to meet. She sticks her hand out and says, "Mr. Garcia? My name is Quinn and I look for buyers and sellers of certain goods for people such as yourself. I'm here as requested so what are you trying to sell?"
"12 FIM-92 Stingermissiles." Mr. Garcia tells her."Any idea how much I can get for them?"
"Well, overseas you may be able to get around $50K, but the Columbia drug cartel may give you $75K. That's per missile."
"How soon before we know anything?"
"I'm going to get a room at the Biltmore Hotel and start looking this afternoon. Some of the people I'll be calling are still sleeping or just getting up. Do you think I could have someone go with me in case I need anything?"
"That shouldn't be a problem. Max, you stay with Quinn and if she needs anything, you get it for her, alright?"
"Sure thing Mr. Garcia, I can do that." Max gruffly answers after he swallows his heart.
As Max slides into the passenger seat of Quinn's car, he can't help but look at her form as she gets in. He remembers all the finer points of her body and where the trigger points are to make her come undone. He hopes she wants that again, if not, he'll need to lock things down and behave himself. Max stares out of the window as they drive to the Biltmore Hotel and wonders what's going on when she pulls into a parking lot of a closed store. Before he can ask her what she's doing, she's outside of the car walking to his side. When she reaches his door, she opens it and asks him to get out for a minute. As soon as he gets out of the car and faces her, her lips are on his and it felt like all time stopped. When the kiss ends, she looks into his blue eyes and tells him, "I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to feel your body against mine. It's been so long since I've had that." And she hugs him once again and tells him, "Let's go get me a room." And away they go.
Max manages to get her hotel door open without dropping the card. He has Quinn backed up against the door and is kissing her again. This time it's slow, sensual and loving. He leaves her lips and makes his way down her jaw to her neck. He opens the door and carries Quinn inside, closing it by pressing Quinn against it again.
Quinn feels like she was in heaven. If she thinks the kiss in the parking lot and at her door was good, what he's doing now make those look like love taps. As she reaches down to fondle him, she feels the bulge in his pants and his kisses on her neck pause as he lets out a low moan. "I want you." She tells him, and the next few hours go by faster than she could have imagined. As they lie there, sated, she's holding him in her hand and she looks up at him and says, "It took me so long to get you out of my heart the last time I left. What am I going to do this time?"
Things are about to get really complicated as he replies, "Then don't go. Stay, stay with me. I'll change, be someone else, something else."
"Oh Max, if only I could but I can't; Max, I'm married. I have two kids and I truly love my husband. But . . . I love you also. I know I shouldn't but I can't help myself. Oh God Max, can you ever forgive me?"
Once again he amazes her with his actions as he's so much different with her than with others. A completely different person answers her with, "Oh Quinn, I'm so sorry but I love you to. I never really got over you the last time and seeing you today . . . It brought all the old feelings back and now to find out you're married . . . What do we do now?"
"Let's just love each other as hard as we can until I need to leave again. I'm quite sure this will be the last time we see each other because I'm going to semi retire after this sale. I need to be home with my family. You will always have a place in my heart though, Max."
"As will you." And then kisses Quinn and loses himself in her embrace.
Extremely later that day, Quinn places several calls with her sat-phone. With each call, she explains what she was selling and would take only one bid. The highest bid would take them all and no one would know what the others bid was. She needed the bids in by noon tomorrow. After making the calls, she looks at Max and asks, "Want to get something to eat Max?"
"I'm not really dressed for anything too fancy. All I have are the clothes laying on the chair. How about we order room service and go from there?"
"I think I would like that. I'm not really very hungry for a fancy meal but for something normal and fulfilling." And then looks at him with those eyes.
The next day after lunch, Quinn checks her email to find 7 of 8 bids have arrived. She looks at all of them and finds the highest one to be $1.2 million and it's from the Columbian Cartel. She calls Renaldo to inform him and ask him if he wants to sell them for that price. He agrees and she tells him that she'll set up a delivery date and will call later with the day and time.
She calls the buyer and it's decided he would take delivery three days from today in the early evening at 7p.m. Quinn gives him the address and informs him once again of what he's getting just to be clear. He tells her he will see her in three days.
Quinn calls Renaldo back and lets him know. "Mr. Garcia, the buyer has agreed to pick up the merchandise this coming Friday at 7 p.m. I once again explained to him what he was buying and he is adamant about the purchase so the sale will take place for $1.2 million. I was hoping for more, but that was the best offer of 7. The 8th. Person I contacted never answered back. Although I'm not sure if he would have been able to muster that much money anyway."
"Good enough Quinn. Friday afternoon, I'll pick them up and bring them all here."
"What, they all aren't here?"
"Only one, the rest are spread out over Los Angeles. Easier to hide that way."
"Good thinking Renaldo. So, I have a few days to kill, do you mind if I have Max show me the sights?"
Chuckling, he answers, "Yeah, sure, go look at the sights." And then laughs heartily.
He knows she thinks to herself.
No one sees Quinn or Max for the next few days. The day of the sale, Max tells Quinn, "Babe, I need to go to my place and get some things for later. You want to come along?"
"No Max, I need to get things in order here. After the sale, I have to leave." As she looks at the bed she wonders what it would look like under a black light and smiles.
He leaves the hotel room and heads out to call Bates who tells him that not only will SWAT be there but that he's pretty sure the FBI will be also.
"Oh great." He tell him and then say he would see him tonight.
At the hour of the sale, the buyer is looking at the goods when a dirt bag in the buyers group sees Quinn and recognition lights up his eyes. He knows she's a fed and yells, "COP!" and points right at Quinn. She, in turn, pulls out her badge and yells "FEDERAL AGENT! DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" Well, the seller is standing in front of her and decides to get creative. He pulls a knife and turns to take out Quinn. At that time, Deeks pushes her out of the way, not wanting to let her get hurt. After all, he still has feelings for her! Her eyes really get big when he does that. The problem that happened next maybe wouldn't have happened if he had let things play out the way they were headed. Quinn is shocked when he protects her and she takes her eyes off the group to look at him. When she does that, the seller goes to bury the knife in her stomach and Deeks pushes her away, so instead of her, he gets Deeks in the side just above his hip. 'Damn' he thinks, 'that really hurts!
As the FBI and the LAPD SWAT teams wrap the scene up, Quinn is surprised when the cops don't cuff Max before they take him to the hospital. In fact, it seems like Max is pretty chummy with one of the SWAT members. When he's alone in the back of the ambulance, she moves up to it and looks at him with a question in her eyes. Smiling, he reaches out a hand. "Detective 1st. grade, LAPD, Undercover division. Pleased to meet you."
She looks at him in astonishment and says. "I would never have guessed that you were a cop. You're very good at undercover work, also under the covers work." And her face flushes red with memories. She bends over and whispers in his ear, "I will never forget you Max. NEVER!" And then she kisses him hard, turns around, and walks out of his life. At that time, he is unaware of the way his life is going to turn out years later when he truly meets 'Quinn'.
