Set anytime in the series after Deeks joins the fun. Deeks has a secret.
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That Monday afternoon Deeks & Kensi arrived at OSP. Kensi veered off toward the bullpen and Deeks headed straight to Hetty's desk. A quick glance in the bullpen as he passed showed that the guys weren't there. He stopped just outside of Hetty's desk's platform. He knocked on the post outside her office "Hetty? Do you have a second?" He asked.
"Mr. Deeks, I'm a little surprised to see you today. What can I do for you?" She indicated with her hand that he should take a seat in one of her visitor's chairs. "Tea?"
"Thank you, no. I uh…yea, I have a problem I need to talk to you about it."
Hetty leaned back in her chair and just looked at him. Seeing his tight facial features and serious eyes she realized it was a fairly serious problem. "What's the problem?"
Deeks reached into his messenger bag and pulled out his copy of the contract. He handed it over to her. She opened the front page and started to read it. Realizing what she was reading she quickly decided that an explanation was in order first. Placing the contract on her desk she looked back up at him waiting for him to start.
He didn't hesitate once she looked at him, "This started after I talked to you. My trainer, Neil Polson, signed this contract as my manager, which he isn't. It's for a fight against the third ranked MMA fighter in the country. It's supposed to be televised." As he spoke he saw Hetty's face become darker and more serious. "When he told me about it, I told him that I wasn't doing the fight and he needed to fix it. I haven't signed the contract and he wasn't authorized to sign as my manager so legally I won't have to do the fight."
"Why do I feel we have reached the real problem?" Hetty asked him.
"Because we have; Neil called me this morning before I left the hotel. We met up in the lobby area and he told me that he talked to the promoter to get me out of the fight. They hit him Hetty. Not a lot but a few times and said that it was just a taste if I didn't do the fight."
"Where is Mr. Polson now?"
"His flight should be arriving around 7 tonight. I left him at O'Hare sitting at his gate with instructions not to move from there for any reason. They won't try anything against him or Jason yet. I think they just want to scare Jason into doing the fight. But that doesn't make sense to me. If they are trying to scare Jason into the fight, why threaten him with a beating? He's a fighter. Why would a beating scare him?"
"First things first Mr. Deeks." Hetty forestalled him. She picked up her phone and hit a couple of buttons. "Miss Jones, would you please join us in my office?" She waited for the answer and then hung up. "You do realize your secret is going to come out?"
"Yea, I've already told Kensi about it; except this last part. I wanted to talk to you first. Oh and I told Nell last night about the contract issue. I guess…" he cleared his throat, "I guess I needed to talk it out with someone. She really knows how to cut the heart of a problem, doesn't she? She doesn't know about them hitting Neil."
Hetty raised one of her eyebrows, surprised he had turned to Nell for support. They waited in silence for a moment before Nell joined them. Hetty flipped to the last page of the extensively worded contract in front of her to see the names written there. She wrote the names Carlson Jacoby and Neil Polson on a piece of paper and handed it to her, "Miss Jones, I need a full background check on both of these men. I believe the first one is an MMA promoter, the other is Jason Wyler's trainer. Feel free to enlist Mr. Beale's assistance if you wish. And Miss Jones, I need to soon."
"Of course, Hetty." Nell glanced at Deeks before she quickly turned and walked back to her desk in ops.
"Now," she turned her attention back to Deeks, "have you read the contract?"
"I glanced at it but I haven't studied it yet."
She handed the contract back to him, "Study it. I expect a summary of the terms & conditions by tomorrow morning." He looked up at her wondering what she was up to. "You're still a lawyer are you not?"
He took the contract, "Yea, I still have a license to practice law in the State of California."
Hetty gave him an inquisitive look. "I believe you have a license to practice law in other states as well, Mr. Deeks. Perhaps you can use one or more of your licenses, as Mr. Wyler's lawyer, to make subtle inquiries on his behalf?"
"That's why you get the big money, Hetty." Deeks was all out smiling now as he understood what Hetty was suggesting. Martin A. Deeks, Lawyer could ask questions that Jason Wyler couldn't and all from a law firm he had previously worked with in another state. How he loved the way Hetty's mind worked sometimes.
"Since Ms. Blye is your transportation today, I think your desk is waiting for you Mr. Deeks and perhaps you can inform Ms. Blye of your predicament."
Deeks smiled a large toothy smile on his walk back to his desk preparing himself to have another albeit easier conversation with Kensi.
Two hours later Sam & Callen returned to OSP and stopped talking when they saw Deeks sitting at his desk, deeply engrossed in whatever it was he was reading. They watched for a few seconds and saw Deeks write something on a pad of paper then highlight something on whatever he was reading. They looked over at Kensi and saw she was working just as hard on her overdue reports. Both men were somewhat taken back by the quiet, studious nature of the younger agents. "Ok, enough," Callen couldn't take the silence anymore, "what's going on?"
Kensi's head snapped up when Callen spoke. She was so into getting her reports done and not bothering Deeks so he could concentrate, she hadn't heard the other agents enter. "Oh, hi guys. Where've you been?" Kensi asked.
"No, don't change the subject, what's going on here?" Callen really wanted to know.
"What do you mean?" Kensi tried to evade.
"Exactly what he asked: what's going on here? You're working," he pointed to her very full 'outbox' and then pointed at Deeks, "and Deeks is quiet. Have there been other signs of the world coming to an end?" Sam joked.
"Funny. That was funny. Almost." Deeks spoke without looking up while still concentrating on the contract in front of him. Just then he felt his 'Jason' phone vibrate indicating he had a text. He pulled the phone out and checked the text. It was from Neil saying he was getting on the plane and should be arriving about 7:30 if there weren't any more delays. Deeks typed a quick reply to make sure to let him know when he arrived and to have a good flight.
"I didn't think you would be back until tomorrow." Callen further pried.
"Kensi's my ride." Was all Deeks said as if that answered every question they might ask.
Callen looked at Sam as they sat at their respective places and decided to let it go for now. He really wanted to find out about the MMA thing but didn't want to bring it up in front Kensi, just in case.
Another hour passed and Kensi's in box was empty. "I'm going to the firing range. All this paperwork has made me want to and need to shoot something." Kensi smiled at the guys as if asking for volunteers to be targets.
"Have fun." Sam said quickly looking back down at his own paperwork. Deeks didn't speak or indicate he heard her speak at all. Callen glanced at her when she was speaking and was surprised that she wasn't upset that Deeks pretty much just ignored her. He also quickly focused back on his work and waved at her.
"Well, ok then. Deeks, an hour?" She asked as she pushed back from her desk and stood up. He gave her a quick thumb's up but otherwise still didn't respond to her.
After she left Deeks got up with a pad of paper, highlighter and the contract in hand with a pen in his mouth. He headed over to the sofa and parked himself right in the middle of it. He leaned back and put his feet up on the small table in front of him. He accomplished this entire transfer without ever breaking his concentration on what he was reading.
Sam and Callen watched him relocate himself with bemused smirks on their faces. "What's so interesting there Deeks?" Callen asked him.
"It's a contract."
"Using your lawyering skills?" Sam prodded.
"Yep. Gotta keep all the skills sharp." Deeks deadpanned.
Since he didn't continue the conversation, they determined that they weren't going to get any other information out of him and turned back to their own work.
An hour later Kensi walked back into the bullpen. "Ready?" Deeks still didn't stop reading. He got up from the sofa, grabbed his messenger bag and followed her out the door with the contract in one hand, the pad of paper and highlighter in the other and his pen in his mouth.