Part three, I hope you like it! If so, let me know!
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Ideas for this one come from Justareader07 and bdn2372, so a big thanks to them for giving them to me.

When he had heard Callen go off on Hetty he had remained seated, vowing not to get involved. If his partner was stupid enough to go over there and pick a fight with Hetty, well then he was on his own. He might be stupid from time to time, but not that stupid. So he had remained there, at his desk doing paperwork. Even when he believed that Callen was right and that something had to be said to Hetty about it all. And while he might opt to not get into a shouting match with Hetty, he stood firmly on Callen side and was ready to do what needed to be done.

But in the end Callen had only raised his voice somewhat and then had left their boss's office. He had not come back to the bullpen but had gone out, to let off some steam he presumed. Callen was never one to assault the punching bag like he did, and even if he was, it was now being manhandled by Deeks. So he remained on his seat, silently working away on the reports that had been left behind and figured that he wanted to help, he could at least make the paperwork go away.

His decision to remain seated and not getting involved got questioned and thrown overboard when Deeks stormed by his desk, once again on his way to the gym. Only ten minutes ago their liaison officer had taken the opposite route and joined Hetty at her office. No raised voices or anything but Hetty had still managed to rile the detective up and he decided that now was the good time to step into the playing field. If he wanted to salvage what was left off the team, he needed to act right now.

Finding Deeks in the gym, he actually feels sorry for the bag. Deeks is taking whatever he's feeling out on the poor thing and he's suddenly glad it's just a bag of sand.

'You okay' he asks.

'I look okay to you?' okay point taken and not the best way to approach a clearly angry and upset man.

'Afghanistan, they send her to freaking Afghanistan.' No need to ask who 'she' is. There is only one person in the world, and her well being that could have Deeks all riled up about.

'Okay, but I doubt they send her there unarmed or without someone to look out of her. Kensi is a big girl and can take care of herself.'

He says, trying to calm him down. The look he's been given tells another story and he shuts up. like he would accept it if Callen was send to Afghanistan without him to look out for him. Kensi could take care of herself, just as Deeks could but they also looked out for each other. And thanks to Callen being just a lone wolf he knows what it feels like, being left behind. And if it had been Michelle? Well the bag wouldn't have been enough to let go of his anger.

'And all of this just to punish me.'

'Deeks?'

'One of the reason to pick Kensi had been the awkwardness between us. If only we had some time we would have been okay.' The blond haired man says and delivers a rather hard blow to the bag.

He can only hope he taped his hands well enough cause then blow looked like it hurt. He can't deny the awkwardness, they were and Hetty had been right to act on it. But Deeks had a point too, given more than a day and they would have been alright, finding their rhythm again. Where he was concerned it was about time they acted on their thing and if it made them happy, then who was he to judge them?

'Deeks, I'm sure that…' he starts but then gets cut off

'Taking Kensi away but making me stay here, it hurts a hell lot more than sending me back to LAPD. Hell that would have been even more easier than sending her half way across the world. And it certainly wouldn't hurt so much, at least I could still have her.'

He wants to tell the other man that while Hetty works in mysterious ways, she would never do that. But wouldn't she? Kensi was a good agent, even a great agent but there were other agents with the same abilities, that had the same good shot and sending them away wouldn't have had a impact like this. Did Hetty actually decide that Deeks needed some sort of punishment? And for what? The guy had done nothing wrong. Yeah he suffered from PTSD, but had survived some serious torture and seemed to have things back on the road. If anything Deeks deserves some happiness, if there were people who needed punishment it would have been him and his partner. In the end Deeks ended up nearly killed because of them.

'…. And maybe I just need to give her what she wants.' Deeks had clearly been ranting on but it's the last part that snaps him back to reality.

'what?' he asks, not sure he heard it right.

'Maybe I just have to go' Deeks repeats, 'Give her want she wants.'

NO, is the first thing that comes to mind. They need him here, Kensi needs him here whenever she's back from her mission. And while it took a whole lot of time, too much time to be truthful he had finally warmed up the surfer dude that Deeks normally displayed. But now knowing that's just an act and that underneath hides a good man, a man that deserves something good, he wouldn't be able to deal with him leaving. It would disrupt their team even more and he's not sure they would be able to deal.

But then again that's maybe what they need to happen. To let their boss see that actions have consequences and that whatever she intended by this move, it's coming back to hurt them all. And if she really wants Deeks gone, that maybe Deeks has to keep his pride and walk out. Cause if she is, and she's ready to do this to the man, then what the hell was she ready to do next? So he says the words he never believed he would say.

'I'll support you, no matter what you decide. But if you feel you need to go, wait until Kensi's back okay. Don't let her get hurt in getting back at Hetty.'

Deeks, who by then had abandoned the bag and on his way to the showers stops in his tracks and turns to face him. There is a slight nod, a small token that he heard him and understands him. And then he's off to the showers.

He can feel her presence before she even says a word. A neat feat as she's somewhat of a ninja.

'Not the best way of keeping your team together, Mister Hanna' She says as he turns to face her.

He looks at her. He's not sure what he hopes to find, what he wants to read into it. Maybe the answer to all his questions, but mostly the answer to this one question. Is she really punishing Deeks and what for? The way she's looking back tells him he'll not find answers, not unless she believes he needs to know. And while that's been her motto for a while, he suddenly finds himself pretty angry because of it.

'At least, I want what's best for them.' he says before walking away. And if he took the time to look back at his tiny boss, he would find her to be speechless for the second time this day.

Somewhere in Afghanistan.

She never imagined it could be so cold out here, but right now she's not feeling up to going inside. She can't get used to the looks they give her, by now they know her mission here and they keep clear of her. Not that she's been the picture of friendless either and makes them want to be around them. Some moments she's okay with that. She doesn't want to be here, she rather be in LA right now. If she calculated right he would be in bed, enjoying some much needed sleep before his alarm clock would remind him it's time to surf. She can't hide the smile when she thinks about him, Deeks, her partner, her confidant, her everything and what he would do when he knows she's cold. Suddenly thankful for that one night, for those memories of his strong arms wrapped around her, keeping her warm.

Of course she could just go inside, because like it or not, she's not cut out to be alone. And while she believed it first that it was her destiny to end up alone, Deeks has slowly but surely changed her mind and showed her that there was another world outside. if only she had been capable of seeing it sooner, or even admit it sooner.

But even if it had taken a lot of time and a forced trip to Afghanistan, she has finally admitted to it, admitted to the fact that Deeks was her everything. But along with the smile is also the feeling of abandonment and this time not because of him. The idea that she had to leave him like that, not a word, nothing , it's hard on her and she's not sure she's strong enough to survive. She can only hope that Hetty told him the truth and that he finds it worth to wait for her. To wait patiently for her return. She's not sure what she will do if he doesn't, if he doesn't wait for her. it's not in his character to do so, but she has no idea what Hetty told him and she's also not sure Hetty would actually tell him the truth. And while her departure had been sudden, it had also been too well prepared for it being a thing of the moment and knowing Hetty almost certainly with a hidden agenda.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a presence walking up to her and she can't hide the sigh escaping her lips. She knows who it is before he sits down next to her, way to close for her liking. CIA agent Sabatino, the one man in the world who can't seem to take a hint.

'You cold?' he asks, probably hoping for a positive answer so he can wrap her in his arms.

But instead of answering she just glares at him. Nothing, just the stupid, overconfident look on his face. She needs something stronger, something that's undeniable even for him. Grabbing one of her knives an idea hits her. It won't be her proudest moment, but hey it might get the message across. And beside she's pretty sure Deeks would be faked shocked if he would be here to witness and that makes her do it. Slowly turning towards him, she uses one of her knives to flip the lapel of his jacket. He swallows nervously, but doesn't back away. Not yet anyway.

'so, you've been telling me that you're not here.' She says, he only nods.

'The same goes for me right, officially I'm not here.'

She continues he simply nods. The cocky grin had left his face when the knife touched him and while he's wearing some layers, it's sharp enough for him to feel the tip of it.

'So if you were to be killed, let's say by a knife between the ribs.' Now he's nervous. 'no one would really know about it right? After all you're not here, so why would the people back home even care? And by the time they do care, whoever did it would be long gone.'

He finally moves and into the direction she wants, away from her. When he's far enough so the knife doesn't touch him anymore, he glares at her.

'You're a sick woman' he says. She only shakes her head.

'No, I'm a woman in love, it's just not with you.'

TBC