Not much to say... so... on to the story! (Btw, NCIS: LA is going to be on USA Network on the 28th)

Genre: Crime-Drama-Friendship-Hurt/Comfort -Suspense-possible Romance... maybe

Rating: T for slight language and awesome ass kicking :D

Language: English

Main Characters: Kensi Blye/Marty Deeks

Minor Characters: Hetty Lang/G. Callen/Sam Hanna/ Nell Jones/Eric Beal

Status: In Progress

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA

Chapter 3: I'll be Fine

"-Let's go," Callen ordered and everyone dispersed from the Ops center. Deeks shook his head out of his trance. They walked downstairs to their desks. Kensi was doing paperwork so Deeks waited until Sam and Callen left to talk to her. Kensi was the first to speak.

"Do you have any idea what we're going to do?" Deeks wanted to joke about it, but his heart wasn't in it.

"No," he admitted. Kensi studied her partner. She noticed how uncomfortable he was and how spacey he's been. He was spacing right then.

"Deeks?" She asked. No response. "Deeks?" Nothing. She walked over to his desk and waved her hand in front of his face. "Marty!" She yelled in his face. He looked at her. Kensi was sitting on his desk with her face an inch away from his, her eyes wide open.

"Yes?" He asked smiling at her position. She didn't smile back.

"Deeks, are you going to be alright?" She asked, concerned for her partner and her relationship with him. He didn't want to lie to her, but he didn't want her to worry. She could see the contemplation in his eyes.

"Tell me the truth," she pleaded. He couldn't stand to look at the hurt look in her eyes.

"I... I'm not sure. There are so many things going through my mind... Let's just stick to the mission for now," he said and sat up straight. "Now, what are we doing?" He asked. She sighed and she was about to answer, but Hetty answered for her.

"You are going to apply at The Viper Room as a bodyguard. You'll dress, act, and speak the part of Steve Harman. He's like Max Gentry, but a bit nicer," she said, hitting a nerve. Deeks noticed that she failed to mention what Kensi will be doing.

"Okay and what will Kensi do?" He asked. Hetty and Kensi looked at each other.

"Ms. Blye will be talking to Amanda," Hetty explained. Deeks nodded. "Now we're going to get you dressed, Mr. Deeks," she said and led him over to her desk. Hetty gave him dark jeans, black shirt, and a leather jacket.

"Sit," she said and he did.

"Hetty, I'm going to be fine," he said. She nodded.

"I was going to ask you if you're comfortable playing Max," she said. He nodded.

"I'm going to be fine, Hetty," he insisted. She looked at him and took a deep breath.

"For your sake, I hope so," she said. She gave Deeks his cover and a copy of the report and sent him to his desk to study it. When he read the report, he was overwhelmed with the memories of his youth. As he spaced again, Kensi talked with Hetty. They were sitting at her desk drinking tea.

"Hetty, I'm worried about Deeks," she said. Hetty nodded.

"We all are, Ms. Blye, but I know you are the most," she said. Kensi looked at her. "I know, Kensi," Hetty said smiling.

"How much do you know?" Kensi asked.

"Enough," she said. Kensi blushed. "It's nothing to be embarressed about, I know plenty of couples who balance work and love quite well," she said. Kensi nodded.

"Thanks, Hetty," she said and she left to talk to Deeks. When she got back to their desks, Deeks was spacing out still.

*flashback*

"Marty, what are you going to do with it?" Amanda asked little Deeks in his bedroom. Ray had just given him the gun and left.

"I'm not sure. I mean, I say i want to kill him sometimes, but I never really ment it," Marty said. She looked at him as if to say, Yeah, right. "Honest, I would never kill anyone, I swear," he said with his hand over his heart. She smiled.

"Okay, I believe you, you don't have the guts to kill anyone," she teased. He pushed her lightly.

"Meany," he said. She giggled.

"Meany? That's the best you can come up with?" She asked. He stuck his tounge out at her and then smiled.

"Nah, I don't think I could come up with anything worse, Queeny," he said. That got her. Queeny was the name that all the boys on the baseball team called her when she joined. Marty laughed as he watched her face get redder and redder in embarressment. She never liked the name, but her crush was the first one to call her that, so she learned to deal with it.

"That does it," she said and she pushed him off his bed and onto the floor. She laughed but when he didn't come up right away, she got worried. "Marty, Marty, Marty wake up! Deeks!"

Deeks fell off his chair. Hetty and Kensi looked at him.

"Mr. Deeks, I believe you need some help," Hetty said. He looked at the two women and got up.

"I'm going to be fine, why can't you two see that?" He said, mad at them for worrying. Kensi looked at Hetty, a sad expression covered her face.

"Mr. Deeks..." Hetty started. Deeks looked at them.

"I... I'm..." He looked at the ground. "Can we just get this job over with?" He asked. Hetty nodded.

"Of course," she said. She handed Kensi the address and left them to their business.

Thanks for waiting! Please review and give advice!

The next chapter will be up sometime next month, I hope. I'm in marching band and I'm on student council, so I'm going to be pretty busy, but I'll try to update ASAP.

-Liz-Beth