Set anytime in the series after Deeks joins the fun. Deeks has a secret; apparently he has many secrets.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one. I'm just writing them as I want to see them.
A/N: FYI: At this point I think we can easily say that we are somewhere in Season 4 and that Deeks has been with the team at least 3 years.
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They arrived at the Mission just as Callen made a decision, "I'm not going to tell Sam if you don't want me to, though I think it would help him understand you better but that's your decision." Deeks nodded his head and was about to say something but Callen wasn't finished, "However, I definitely think you should tell Kensi. She's your partner and I honestly think she should know at least this part about your past." He held up the file to indicate what he was referring to.
Deeks had put the car in park and was resting his hands on the steering wheel, "I've thought about it. I really have but every time I think about telling her…it just seems…Look, I'll think some more about telling Kensi. I appreciate that you aren't going to tell Sam."
"Why don't you want Sam to know? This is really impressive stuff." Callen asked.
Deeks smiled at Callen's comment but hesitated a moment before asking a question of his own, "We're a team right?"
Callen nodded his head.
"Ok, so if we really are a team, why don't I know more about Sam's past or family life? I mean I know he was a Navy SEAL, he's married and has kids. That's it. Why does he need to know more about my past when apparently I don't need to know more about his? He's never opened up to me. So, he knows I've been a lawyer. He knows I'm a cop and that I shot my father when I was 11. Does he need to know about the rest of this file for us to be teammates?" Deeks asked his team leader.
Callen looked at him, "Ok, I see your point. Valid with regards to Sam. But I know more about Sam's past because he's my partner and he knows as much about my past as I can tell him because I'm his partner. Kensi's your partner and I think she should know more about your past even if you don't want Sam to know." Callen looked at Deeks to stress his point before he got out of the car and headed into OSP.
Deeks sat there a moment longer thinking about Callen's words and noticed that Callen had left the file on the passenger seat undoubtedly on purpose. He tapped the file with his fingers before he followed his team leader into the building also leaving the file in the car.
Deeks arrived just in time to hear Sam ask if all went well.
"Yea, it went well. Deeks was…Deeks was good. We got the signature." Callen responded.
Deeks smirked at the way Callen worded his comment and then continued his journey into OSP. Kensi was there within a few seconds of Deeks' arrival. She, of course couldn't let Callen off the hook. "The Deeks boys are back. Oh Sam, I hope you can tell which of them is the real Marty Deeks; I can't tell them apart anymore." Kensi laughed at her own joke. Callen glared at her; Sam smiled at her attempted humor and Deeks just rolled his eyes.
"Work on that one all afternoon, Kens?" Deeks asked. Her smile was quickly replaced with a glare directed at Deeks when Eric announced that they had additional information for the team. The four person team left the bullpen and headed for ops.
In the ops center, Nell started the briefing, "I've run Jacoby's photo through every database either of us could think of and with some incredible luck we got a hit on one photo from 35 years ago." She flashed the old photo on the plasma. "His real name is or rather was Bedrich Sklenar. He's Czechoslovakian or I suppose it's Slovakian now. Anyway, the photo was on the CIA database because he was an asset in Czechoslovakia during the Cold War. Part of his payment was relocation to the States with a new identity. According to the CIA file, 40 years ago he was a low level black-marketeer which is why they used him. He was low enough not to draw attention from the mob-type bosses he worked for but high enough to get useful information on the Communists. He worked with the CIA for 10 years before being relocated here. When he got here, he fit right in with the growing population of Eastern European immigrants. In other words he just continued doing what he was doing in Europe: smuggler, loan shark, bookie, yadda yadda yadda. The CIA let it slide because he continued to get information for them through contacts he still had in Czechoslovakia and over here."
Eric added his information, "He owns a store selling Czech imports mostly some pretty amazing glasswork to exclusive high end designers but it's a front for his other activities. According to his financials he has a group of people who work for him. They're mostly recent Czech or Slovakian immigrants making way more money than their 'jobs' would normally get them. There are a few questionable transactions I'm running down."
"What kind of 'questionable transactions'? Guns? Drugs? What?" Sam asked.
Eric chuckled, "Nothing so big. I've been able to link him to several underground fights. Fight Club type stuff. Essentially he finds locations and fighters, sets the times and odds for each fight and then sits back and makes money on every fight. He also records the fights and sells them on the internet. He's amassed a small fortune over the last 5 years."
"So what does he want with Jason Wyler or MMA? It doesn't sound like he's a master criminal or anything special. He's just a regular criminal." Deeks was at a loss as to what was really going on as was everybody else. After a short silence, "Ok. Thanks for the work guys. I guess I'll go talk to LAPD, see what they can do. This sure doesn't involve NCIS." Deeks got up to leave not realizing that he was leaving stunned co-workers behind him.
"Excuse me?!" Kensi asked before he got to the door.
"What?" Deeks turned to look at her completely confused by the look on her face.
Sam just looked at him, "This involves you. That means it involves us, again." Sam shook his head. "Your personal life Deeks…" Sam shook his head in what Deeks hoped was a joking manner.
Deeks was stunned. He looked at Callen and saw one eye brow raised and the 'I told you so' look on Callen face. "Especially if this is supposed to be televised. It would blow all your covers and mess with the team." Callen reasoned.
"Um…yea, ok. Wow." Deeks sat back down still in shock at the support he was getting. He'd been with these people for a couple of years but he still occasionally forgot that with this group of people when they said they 'got your back', they actually meant it. Maybe telling Kensi was the right thing to do after all.
Everyone sat in silence for a few minutes trying to figure out what this guy, Jacoby, wanted with Wyler.
Callen had an idea, one he really didn't want to offer but one that might get them the information they needed. Kensi shifted her position which caught his eye. She is a beautiful woman and he tried to remember all the times she had put on a scrap of a dress and a pair of heels on an undercover op. How many times did she have to cozy up to scum to get information? Or hide a gun in a bikini? He took a deep breath and decided this idea wasn't actually all that bad; especially after learning some of Deeks' background this afternoon. He took another deep breath, "I have an idea."
He had their attention. "Deeks needs to talk to Jacoby."
"I can't. He's seen me. He congratulated me after the fight. To him, I'm Jason Wyyyyllleeeerrrrr…" Deeks slurred the last word as he caught on. "Oh, ok. I get it. You got a taste of what it's like to be me and can't get enough huh?"
Everyone was choking on their laughter except Callen who looked horrified. Deeks looked around, confused. Kensi helped him out, "Deeks, think about that last sentence and...?" Everyone in the room was smiling and watching as Deeks replayed what he said. He realized how it sounded and blushed a deep red which caused the others to start laughing all over again.
Before Deeks could try and dig himself out of it, Sam sobered up and asked, "You don't know anything about the law, G. How would you work that?"
"I'm a federal law enforcement officer!" Callan countered with emphasis.
"You don't know legalese." Sam shot back.
Eric supplied the answer, "Deeks can watch the meeting from ops; talk you through the lawyer speak if needed."
"Do it. I want this wrapped up as soon as possible." Hetty let them know as she walked out of ops. Everyone jumped a little because they hadn't realized their resident ninja had even enter ops.
Nell, acting as Mr. Deeks' assistant, called Jacoby and set up the meeting for the next day.
As the team was leaving ops, Deeks remembered something that he wanted an answer to, "Eric?" This stopped the entire team to see what was going on now. Eric looked at Deeks. "You said that the last fight didn't last long. How did you see the fight?"
"I…well… I was…" Eric looked up to see Callen & Sam watching him. He looked at them for support and hopefully a rescue but didn't receive either.
Callen looked at Sam and then they both turned their attention to Eric to see how he was going to get himself out this. Nell who had been standing by the plasma, realized what Eric had done. With death in her eyes she slowly approached the tech wizard. Eric looked at everything except the humans in the room as he tried to figure out how to get out it. Callen pulled his team out of the ops room before the carnage that was Nell was spilled on Eric.