Set anytime in the series after Deeks joins the fun. Deeks has a secret.
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As Hetty continued to read the file and Eric went to gather the troops, Deeks step over to Nell, "I've told Kensi. She knows about the fighting and that you know about it as well. She also knows about the contact issues. I didn't want you to get blindsided by her if she really wanted to know why you didn't tell her."
"Oh I'm glad to hear you told her 'cause I've really wanted to tell her."
"I know." Deeks smiled at her, "Thanks for keeping my secret. Now I just need to face the rest of the lion pride."
"Don't worry, I've got your back." Nell smiled back at him. Not surprisingly, that actually made him feel better about telling the guys.
Eric reached the top of the stairs and let out a piercing whistle. The three team members that were in the bullpen looked up when they heard the whistle. Eric jerked his thumb over his shoulder indicting they were needed in ops before he turned around and went back to his desk.
When everyone was assembled, Hetty indicated to Nell to start the briefing but it was Deeks that spoke up, "As Jason Wyler I've been fighting MMA. That's what I was doing in Chicago this weekend. Some things have happened since then."
A picture of Carlson Jacoby was placed on the big screen. He looked to be in his middle to late 60s. Grey receding hair but he appeared to be fit with a strong jaw line. "This is Carlson Jacoby," Nell began. "He claims to be an MMA promoter but what he really is a smuggler, arms dealer, trafficker, loan shark, etc, etc, etc. If it's possible for him to make money out of it, he has done it or tried it in the last 30 years; which is when Carlson Jacoby first showed up on any database. Before that, he didn't exist. I'm running facial rec on him through DOD, FBI, INS and Interpol and all domestic databases: TSA, IRS, etc.
"Right now, he's trying to get into the MMA/UFC world. He offered a fight to Jason Wyler against the third ranked MMA fighter in the country." All eyes turned to Deeks for a moment but were brought back to Nell as she continued, "the fight is supposed to be televised." Everyone understood the trouble that would cause NCIS in general and Deeks and the team in particular.
Nell stopped to take a breath and as Deeks expected, the lions pounced like they were going after a gazelle. Callen was first, "Deeks, an MMA fighter. What is this world coming too, Sam? Everything seems to be getting easier to do."
"That's true, G. I mean if Deeks is good enough to get a fight with a ranked fighter, how hard can it really be?"
"The last fight didn't last long so it must not have been every difficult." Eric bravely added.
They had their backs to the object of their ridicule and when they turned to see Deeks' reaction, they saw that he was smiling. They thought he was smiling at their comments until he turned his eyes toward the big screen. The men turned to see what Deeks found amusing only to discover what he found humorous, they didn't. What greeted them were the three women of the team, standing shoulder to shoulder with their arms crossed. All three had the 'gorgon' stare and it was directed at the three laughing men. The amusement fell from Callen's, Sam's & Eric's faces faster than a lightning strike. Deeks' smile grew bigger at the look of terror on his teammates' faces.
A few seconds of the men squirming under 'the stare' was all it took. Sam, who was the only one married and having faced similar stares in the past, was the one to break. He looked away and suggested, "Maybe we should get back to the briefing?"
Hetty nodded her head in agreement, "Excellent idea Mr. Hanna."
Nell glared at them for a moment longer before restarting the briefing, "The contract was signed by this man," another picture appeared next to Jacoby's, "Neil Polson. He's Wyler's trainer. Polson took it upon himself to sign the contract as Wyler's manager."
This is where Deeks picked up the briefing, "I told Neil I wasn't going to do it. He went back to get out of the deal and they smacked him around. Then last night after his flight arrived, he called me he was being followed. We found him in the parking lot of the Beverly Connection."
"Dead?" Callen asked.
"No. Eric? Would you put up the video from the parking lot? LAPD sent it to my Skydrive." Eric nodded his head and turned to his computer. "According to the LAPD, the car just swiped him. Unfortunately, Neil has a bad neck injury and when he landed it snapped his neck around pretty good. He's now conscious and everything works fine except currently his legs are numb. That may or may not change with time." At this point Eric had the video running and they could all see what actually happened.
"This looks like a simple accident." Sam said.
Kensi shook her head and put her two cents in because of her forensic background, "Not as fast as they came around that corner. Eric, are there other angles to look at?"
"Not with what was sent to Deeks. I can request all the footage. Until that comes in, I can see what I can 'find' without a warrant. We might get something." He replied.
Kensi nodded her head indicating he should try. "Please replay it." Which Eric did as he began trying to find additional footage of the parking area. "Listen. You can hear the tires squeal as they took off from a stop. Eric." Eric played it a third time so everyone could hear what she had heard.
Callen turned his attention to the screen and did as Kensi said. He really listened as did everyone else. "She's right. That's not an accident. They were waiting for him."
"Unfortunately, the angle is wrong to get a license plate or any details on the car. You can't even tell a make or model." Sam also added. "Even if we could see the car enter, we can't tell which car it was."
"Actually we can. I'm the one that told Neil to go to the mall. It wasn't planned before he called me. They had to follow him in and wait for him to get out of his car. Eric can we get the video of the parking lot entrance?"
"Yep. That's part and parcel with what I've already requested from mall security. It will take some time." Eric answered him.
"Mr. Deeks? Anything else to add?" Hetty prompted.
"Yea, I'm going over to the hospital this afternoon. Jason is going to make Neil agree that Martin A. Deeks should be his lawyer of record. After all, Mr. Deeks is already Jason Wyler's attorney." Deeks smiled but Callen looked a question at him, "He's never met Marty Deeks. He only knows Jason Wyler. I'm going to call him now." He left ops to make the phone call.
Callen slid into 'Agent in charge' mode, "Nell, you keep after Jacoby, find out everything right down to boxers or briefs. Eric's on the parking lot footage and we are…"
"Doing your overdue paperwork, Mr. Callen." Hetty cut him. "Miss Blye's paperwork is done, shouldn't yours be as well?" Sam was chuckling at him, "I wouldn't be so quick to laugh Mr. Hanna. I'm missing several reports from you as well." Hetty turned and locked her gaze on him. "Gentleman." She pointed at the door.
With their heads slightly lowered, like chastised school boys, they left ops. Before she could follow her teammates out the door, Hetty caught Kensi's eye and wink at her. Kensi was hard pressed not to laugh out loud as she walked back to her desk.
She arrived just after Callen & Sam had tucked in and started to work. Callen suddenly stopped working and rested his hands on his desk. Turning to face her, "Why aren't you pissed at him? I mean he kept this from all of us for a long time. That's pretty big to keep from your partner. Why aren't you pissed?" Callen asked her.
She looked at him and smiled. He narrowed his eyes at her, "You knew. You knew? And you didn't tell us?" She just raised her eyebrows and tried to look innocent. "How long have you known?" Callen asked.
"He told meI've known longer than you." Was all she would say; she wasn't about to admit that he only told her yesterday.
"How do you like that Sam? He told her. She acted all worried and confused and the whole time, she knew." Callen grumped.
"Yea, G. She lied to us." Sam agreed with his partner having never looked up or stopped his work.
"I didn't lie. It was the truth…reimagined for…"
Callen cut her off, "…for the greater good. Don't pull that with us. There was no 'greater good'. You just plain lied."
She stood up and smiled at them "My paperwork is done," she gloated, "I'm going to go workout." She pushed her chair in and sauntered away.
Deeks was having a similarly troublesome conversation of his own, "Neil, this guy is my lawyer, has been for years. He's a good guy. Trust me."
"Jason, I got us into by trusting someone I just met. I'm not doing that again. I wanna meet the guy before I sign anymore contracts or deed or whatever."
Deeks sighed. "I'll see what I can do. See you soon."
"Later." And the call ended.
Great, one more problem to bring to Hetty. How was he supposed to be Marty Deeks and Jason Wyler at the same time? Deeks walked over to Hetty's desk, "Hetty I have yet another problem."
"Really Mr. Deeks? This is getting…What's the problem now?" Hetty asked a little exasperated with her Detective.
"Neil won't sign anything until he meets Marty Deeks. Do you want me to break cover and tell him?"
Hetty studied him for a moment, "Do you want to break cover Mr. Deeks?"
"No."
Hetty nodded her head in agreement. She was silent for a minute before she looked up and smiled. "I have an idea. Come with me Mr. Deeks." Hetty got up and walked over to the bullpen, "Mr. Callen? Wardrobe please. You need to change." Deeks was smiling a huge smile catching on to what Hetty had in mind.
Callen was confused but followed Hetty and Deeks to wardrobe. Hetty was already rifling through the men's suits. "Not to expense Hetty. Wyler is just a working class guy. He couldn't afford a really high priced lawyer."
Hetty nodded and pulled a simple navy blue suit off the rack and held it up to the front of Callen.
"Can someone please tell me what's going on?"
Sam's head jerked up when he heard Callen practically yell, "Hetty, I'm not going to be Deeks!"