Life, Lies and Video Surveillance

By Cortexikid

Chapter 15: Yegg (Part I)

A/N: So, here's the first proper instalment in the crossover =] I can't even begin to tell you guys how fun this was to write! Believe it or not, H50 is actually my first love (fun fact: I actually watched 5-0 first *gasp*), but for some reason, I found the characters harder to write than the NCIS: LA gang. Weird. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

SPOILERS: For general NCIS: LA & Hawaii Five-0 but especially the 5-0 S2 finale!

NOTE: They will be some summarising (the s2 finale) and some speculation of what might come in s3 of H50 but it's all just so the story will flow better and help those that maybe don't watch H50 have an idea what's going on.

Disclaimer: Neither NCIS: LA nor Hawaii Five-0 are mine. But if they were, I'd have a ton of crossovers; Deeks and Danny are just too damn fun together! =]

WOTD: YEGG; noun. A criminal, felon, law-breaker

Nell Jones dragged a palm down over her weary face, rubbing her eyes as she suppressed a yawn. She and Eric were burning the midnight oil, updating the entire system of OSP; and unfortunately for them, it was neither fast nor easy work. With another bleary glance at her watch, her hazel eyes widening at the time, the intelligence-analyst decided that fresh cup of coffee was in order. Standing up, she took a long stretch, her bones cracking and popping loudly in the otherwise silent room. With a grimace, she leaned to her left and smacked a certain bespectacled blond on the back of the head with her palm, chuckling as he leapt up as if he'd been electrocuted.

"Wha—what? I'm awake! Don't tell Hetty!" Eric Beale half-yelled, eyes still shut, startled by a soft thud to the skull.

"Relax Beale, it's just me," Nell chortled as he groaned, shaking her head in amusement at his now incredibly rumpled hair.

"Geez Eric, you better fix your hair before Deeks gets in, he'll think you're trying to steal his look," she teased, before picking up her coffee cup and nudging him, "you want a refill? I'm going downstairs to stretch my legs." They were taking a way on the wild-side tonight, bringing coffee and Oreos into Ops – a well-deserved reward for all their hard work, learning from past mistakes and hiding the evidence for when Hetty got in. They were daring, not stupid.

Eric nodded murmuring a "yes, please," before heaving a sigh and spinning in his chair, his back now turned away from his computer. It had been one hell of a night. The guys had just got off a case that lasted a full two weeks and trudged home to get some much needed sleep. Eric and Nell didn't have the same privilege however; they still had a couple of hours left until the complete update.

Taking off his glasses, the tech-operator rubbed his tired eyes and yawned deeply before a sharp beeping noise grabbed his attention. With a furrowed brow, Eric swung back around, his eyes now completely alert as he read the notice flashing across the screen.

"Nell!" he yelled, "quick! Get back up here! We need to call the guys, now!"

The shrill sound of a ringing cell-phone broke through the hazy subconscious of one Kensi Marie Blye as she lay, on the edge of sleep, in her bedroom. With a groan, she rolled over on her side and shoved a pillow over her ear. She'd just gone to sleep less than an hour ago; it couldn't be time to go to work already!

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the ringing stopped and the agent pondered if it ever really rang in the first place. It could have been just a figment of her exhausted mind...yeah, that had to be it. Sleep time was now...now she could sleep...

The loud rap of knuckles on a door sounded through her home an indecipherable amount of time later, again breaking through the fog of her subconscious. The brunette buried her face in her pillow, her brow furrowed. Whoever it was could go away, she'd deal with them later.

Before that thought could fully leave her brain, a soft whisper broke the otherwise silent room.

"Kens—"

In one foul swoop, Kensi swung her leg out of the bed and towards the sound of the voice, it colliding with something solid as she grabbed her gun from her bedside table and pointed it into the darkness, now completely alert as her eyes fought to adjust to the gloom.

"Je—Jesus Kens...it's me," groaned a very familiar, very pained voice.

Scrambling, the agent fumbled around until she found her lamp and switched it on, blinking as light flooded the room, illuminating a man that now was kneeling on the floor, clutching his stomach, a few feet from her.

"Deeks? What the hell are you doing? How did you get in here?" she exclaimed, glaring as he struggled to stand up.

"You...weren't answering...your phone," he gasped, clearly still winded by her kick.

"So you decided to break into my house?" she half-yelled, throwing her arms up in disbelief as she swung her other leg out so she could sit on the edge of her bed.

"I...didn't break in...you gave me a key...remember?" he grumbled, holding out the spare key that she had indeed given him some time ago.

"That was for emergencies Deeks! Not for your own perverse—"

"Whoa, whoa, there's nothing perverse about this," Deeks assured her, straightening up, having finally caught his breath.

"Then I'll ask again, what are you doing here?" she frowned, folding her arms.

"Eric wants us in, apparently it's urgent, says he's been calling you for the past half-hour with no answer. So, I thought you know, being your partner and all, I should be the one to check you out—check out you...were okay," he amended, a flush rising on his neck as his eyes wavered over her skimpy sleep-wear.

Kensi caught him and looked down at herself, a blush colouring her cheeks.

"And...you're a liar," he continued, gesturing to her with the hand that wasn't still lying attentively on his abdomen.

"What?" she hissed, standing up and away from her bed, deliberately not looking at him, not thinking about the fact that he was in her bedroom. She walked over to her closet and flicked through it.

"You don't sleep naked," he said evidently, and without turning around she could tell that stupid smirk was plastered across his face.

"How do you know this isn't a costume?" she asked, reaching into her closet and pulling out a pair of jeans.

"You make it a habit of dressing up like a member of The Slutty Sleepover Club?"

"You know Deeks, you were lucky; a couple of inches south and you wouldn't have been able to father children. Keep talkin' like that and next time I won't miss."

The partners stormed into OSP precisely seventeen minutes later, climbing the stairs and entering Ops, seeing that the rest of the team had already gathered there.

"What's going on Eric?" Deeks asked, cocking his head to the side, his narrowed eyes raking over the tech-operative's messy hair that was standing up at all angles.

Eric's hand jumped up to flatten down his blond mop before he cleared his throat and gestured to the large screen, a series of photos popping up, all of the same person in various locations.

Seven sets of eyes widened as they looked at the man they'd only seen in photographs and heard about through the criminal grapevine.

"Well Mr. Beale," Hetty murmured, her finger reaching up to tap her chin, "I think it's about time we contacted our friends from the 5-0 taskforce. I'm sure they'll want to know that we found Mr. Delano..."

McGarrett Home, Oahu Hawaii 1:39am

Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett shuffled around a cluster photos that were laid out on his desk, illuminated by the soft glow of a reading-lamp. He had raked over them so much over the last two and a half years that they were firmly imprinted on his brain. In fact, he could close his eyes right now and they'd still be there, clear in his mind's eye, permanently indented behind his eyelids, taunting him.

With a small sigh, the idea of closing his eyes began to ensnare him, his gaze drooping as his body ached from the gruelling day he and his team had tracking down an arms dealer working out of a string of restaurants in down town Oahu. Along with that and the fact that he hadn't been sleeping well for...quite a long time now, just added to his body's desire for rest, his mind on the other hand – was an entirely different matter.

Even since he journeyed back from Japan for the last time, over four months ago, sleep and he were like ships passing in the night. He'd manage a doze or two but even for a Navy-trained man like himself, it just wasn't enough. But he had better things to worry about than his own problems with sleep (or lack of it) due to the recent events (that stem from events that weren't so recent) no, there were bigger games afoot.

Coming home that last time had been like walking into a nightmare. Not only was he 'welcomed' back by a pissed off, arm-flailing, worried-ranting partner, but he'd also stepped into a crisis involving one-half of his team. Frank Delano, a dirty ex-cop that Kono's undercover work help put away for murder, attempted robbery and a whole host of related charges, had coerced Chin into getting him released from prison, before presenting him with the ultimate choice, the life of his wife, or the life of his cousin.

While Chin had managed to get Malia to a hospital in time and Kono (being a strong swimmer) managed to free herself with no more than a few ligature marks, Delano had still escaped, disappeared into the gloom without a backwards glance, he and his associates well and truly in the wind.

For the last sixteen weeks, both Chin and Kono wore themselves right down to the wick, burning the midnight oil and pouring over reports and sightings and witness reports and old case-files and everything they could get their hands on related to or revolving around the ex-cop and his minions as Steve and Danny tried their best to help. It was then, that they caught a break, as whispers floated around (and were dutifully picked up by one large, scrimp-selling Hawaii native) that Delano was in bed with some ex-Marines that were doing shady deals both in Hawaii and in various other locations around the country.

The word 'Marine' seem to awaken something in Steve's partner as he excused himself one day and shut himself up in his office for over an hour to 'make a few calls.' McGarrett tried to keep his distance, he really did, but like in most cases involving his partner, he found that he failed rather quickly...resorting to eavesdropping outside Danny's office and feigned ignorance when he was rapidly caught. Apparently his 'Army-ninja-sneaking-skills' needed some work.

It was after this verbal-bashing from his beloved partner that the Navy SEAL was informed that while he was away 'playing the Caped-Crusader' in Japan, Danny and Chin had made some friends (the type with connections) in NCIS: Office of Special Projects in Los Angeles and it was one of their agents that he'd just got off the phone to.

This of course, prompted Steve to question why Danny had failed to mention this before (he had been home for over two weeks at this point) but the cheeky, Jersey-native merely reminded him that the SEAL was too busy throwing his nemesis Wo Fat in prison and gallivanting off with Joe White into the unknown for him to get a word in edge-wise. Steve wisely refrained from retorting that Danny never had a hard time getting a word in anywhere...it was best to stay on his good side after all (or as good a side as he could manage at least).

With a small grin, Steve shook his head as his mind raced over the last few weeks, his hands gathering up the dozens of photos and placing them back into a red-box. Slowly, he stood up and reached over to turn off the reading-lamp when the shrill vibration of his cell-phone sounded on the desk.

With a furrowed brow, Steve glanced down the screen that read 'BLOCKED' and pressed the accept button cautiously.

"McGarrett," he answered, his voice gruff from being silent for so long.

Gradually, as the voice at the other end of the phone began speaking and continued to do so for a long moment, Steve's face morphed into one of steely determination, adrenaline flooding his veins.

"We're on the next flight," he assured, before hanging up and immediately pushing number 1 of his speed dial.

It took only two rings before someone answered.

"If you're calling to tell me you're jettin' off to Timbuktu I will kick your ass McGarrett, I swear to—"

"Danno!" Steve interrupted what was sure to be a lengthy rant, "they found him. They found Delano...put your pants on, we're going to LA."

A/N: Okay so, change of plans. I decided to stop it here (because it really was getting HUGE) and post this before moving on to the next chapter that – if I do this right – should be up by tomorrow or the next day. It's there that you will see the beginnings of reams of banter, teasing and partner arguments/carguments as well as jealous!Kensi =]

SORRY! I just decided to make this the introduction chapter so I can focus more on the juicy stuff in the next 2 =]

A review would be lovely =]

~Ck

PS: To make it up to you guys-

NEXT CHAPTER (AND THE ONE AFTER) TEASTER:

"I was in love with a Melissa once," Deeks told the stranger, "back when I was a different man. We were even married for a short time – lived in this nice, big house...it was...bliss," he trailed off, warmth and sorrow in his voice. Kensi gaped, not believing what she'd just heard. Surely it was all for the op...right?

Deeks' eyebrows rose at Steve.

"Babe?"

Steve folded his arms, his stance a little defensive.

"It's a Jersey thing."