Set anytime in the series after Deeks joins the fun. Deeks has a secret.
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Callen looked at Sam, "What's up with Deeks? I have never seen him so….focused. I know how to deal with 'overly chatty' Deeks but I was lost on how to deal with a Deeks that didn't talk."
"I enjoyed the silence." Sam told him, "but I'll admit it was odd. What do you think he is up to?"
"I don't know but whatever it is, it must be pretty important considering the way he was working. Right now though, I think I need a beer. You?"
"Not tonight and neither are you." At Callen's questioning look, "You forgot we have a school play to attend. Uncle Callen promised to be there."
"That's tonight? Really?" Sam nodded his head, "Well, I bet she's gonna be great. What part is she playing?"
"She's the tree on the left side of the stage."
"She's a tree?"
"Yep and she will be the best tree there. Now come on, we have to hurry or we'll be late." Callen and Sam left the Mission and headed for a school play.
That night as Sam & Callen were watching a school play, Deeks was sitting on his sofa re-reading the contract for the fifth time trying to find anything strange about it. He put the contract down and was headed to the kitchen for some water when his 'Jason' phone went off. The caller ID said 'Neil', "Hey man. What's going on? You back?"
"Yea and I think I'm being followed."
"What? You're being followed? Are you sure?" Deeks asked.
"No. How would I know? I'm not a cop or anything. I don't know, maybe I'm just being paranoid." Neil said.
"Ok, why do you think you're being followed?" Deeks started to gather as much information as possible through directed questioning.
"I left the airport and was getting my car from long term parking and this guy was there. Just standing there."
"Describe him." Deeks encouraged.
"Taller than me, shorter than you. Dark pants, light blue shirt, dark suit coat thing."
"Anything else? Hair color, eye color, scars? Anything?"
"Dude, I'm not a woman, what do you want from me? He had short ordinary colored hair. I wasn't close enough to see his eyes. He was just there, just standing there."
"And you think you're being followed why?" Deeks continued the questioning
"Because I saw him get into a car and that car has been behind me the whole drive. And I've never seen this guy."
"Don't go home. Go somewhere public, not the beach. A mall. Go to the Beverly Connection mall and go shopping." Deeks ordered him.
Neil pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at like it was snake, "I don't wanna go shopping." He shouted into the phone.
Deeks winced at the shout but continued, "There's security guards there. You'll be safer there. I'll meet you there in one hour. Wait outside the security office on the lower level. Park as close to that entrance as you can. Call me if anything else happens."
"Ok. Security office, lower level, park close to the entrance. Got it. Jason, man, I'm really sorry about all this."
"Later. Right now just do what I tell you." Deeks told him. "See you in an hour."
"Yea." Neil mutter as he closed the call.
Deeks next call was to Hetty to let her know what was going on and promising to keep her updated. Less than an hour later Deeks found himself waiting outside the security office. He had checked in with the office to let them know that he was an off duty LAPD Detective and that he was carrying his weapon.
10 minutes, 15 minutes, 20 minutes later, Deeks was worried. Neil should have been there before he arrived. He stepped into the office and asked for a couple of extra security guards to help check the parking garage. He and two guards headed out to walk the garage.
Five minutes later he heard one of the guard shout, "Detective? Found him. He's hurt."
Deeks raced over as the guard was about to turn him over onto his back, "Don't move him. He has a bad neck injury. Call an ambulance."
As one guard called the office asking for an ambulance, Deeks took both of their flash lights and laid them on either side of Neil's neck to stabilize it. "Neil, can you hear me? Neil? Come on man, I need you to wake up." There was no response.
Waiting for the ambulance to arrive, he had one of the guards holding the flashlights while he worked the crime scene. With his phone he took pictures of the tire marks that were left on the pavement and showed where the car had waited for Neil. "Damn."
He uploaded the photos to his skydrive and then called Hetty to let her know what had happened. "Yea, I'm going to follow him to the hospital. He hasn't woken up yet. This is getting serious Hetty."
"Yes it is Mr. Deeks. I think it's time we involved the others."
"Seems like I'm saying 'I'm sorry' to you a lot lately but, I'm sorry Hetty." Deeks sighed into the phone.
"Take care of Mr. Polson, we will deal with the rest tomorrow, Mr. Deeks."
"Thank you Hetty." And the call was disconnected.
The next morning brought the duo of Callen & Sam back into the Mission still talking about the school play, "She was great! She remembered all the words to the songs AND didn't freeze up. My daughter is a genius." Sam boasted.
"A true genius." Callen agreed. "It's a good thing she takes after her mother." Callen smirked at him expecting Sam to retaliate in kind but got a surprise.
"Yes she does and I couldn't be prouder." Sam beamed at him. Sam looked down and saw Deeks messenger bag on his desk. "Deeks is here already?"
"Now this is just getting ridiculous. He beat us here?" Callen looked at Kensi's desk but her desk was sans junk so he knew she hadn't arrived yet.
"If you would've taken the 10 like I told you…" Sam bantered.
"Don't start," Callen cut him off. "Kensi's not here so if Deeks is here, where is he?" Callen asked sitting down and grabbing a file off the top of his inbox.
Sam looked around until he spotted Deeks, "He's talking with Hetty." Sam said as he also sat down and grabbed a file out of his inbox.
Over at Hetty's desk, "Are you sure Mr. Deeks?"
"Yea. He should be fine. He's not happy about being in the hospital again, but he is safer there than anywhere else and he still has some numbness in his legs. According to the doctors though that should change in the next couple of days as the swelling in his neck goes down. The car just swiped him. If he didn't have the neck injury, he might have been bruised but not hurt."
Hetty nodded her head sagely. "What about the contract? Anything unusual?"
"No. This is just a standard contract; nothing strange about it. No loop holes or strange clauses. I can say it wasn't written by a specific lawyer. Not only is it to standard to be authored by a specific lawyer but I recognized it from a legal forms website. Anyone with internet access could do this."
"Now I think we need to see what Miss Jones has discovered and then we can bring this to the team's attention." Hetty told him as she stood up.
This was what Deeks had been dreading the entire time: Facing more lions. He dropped his head to his chest, "Great" he mumbled.
"Don't worry, Mr. Deeks. It won't be that bad." Hetty laughed at him.
Deeks really shouldn't have been surprised that she heard him but he still was. How does she do that? He thought.
Callen, Sam & Kensi observed Deeks follow Hetty up to ops. All three looked at each other with the same question on their faces, what's going on?
Kensi figured it had something to do with the potential MMA fight Deeks was involved with but she didn't give anything away. It was Deeks' story to tell not hers and she wouldn't spill the beans on him.
Hetty arrived in ops, "Miss Jones?"
"Hetty, this is bigger than just," she shot her eyes over to Eric not wanting to give away more in front of him than she had too, "the problem we already have." She handed Hetty the file she had organized.
Hetty perused the file. Her eyes were still on the file, "Mr. Beale, I believe we have a case. Please assemble the team."
Eric looked at Hetty and then Nell before standing up and heading to the mezzanine to gather the other team member with his whistle.