Set anytime in the series after Deeks joins the fun. Deeks has a secret or secrets.
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Deeks decided Callen was correct and Kensi should know about his past life at least his legal life. He didn't like Callen knowing more about him than his partner did. That evening was as good a time as any to let her read the file so while they were packing up for the night he asked, "Kens? Wanna get some food and come over tonight?"
"Um…Sure. Chinese?"
Deeks had a less than thrilled looked on his face at the prospect of yet another evening of Chinese take-out. Instead, "Can you get some Greek from that place near you? Meet me at my place in an hour? That'll give me time to take Monty for a walk."
"Ok. Spatikop…Spatako…Spat…Oh hell, that spinach stuff, gyros & salads?"
Deeks was laughing her, "You speak how many languages, why isn't Greek one of them?" She looked at him but decided to let it slide. "And you know me so well. Yes, the spinach stuff called spanokopita, a gyro & a salad would be great. Thank you." Deeks smiled at her as he finished packing for the night before they walked each other to their cars that were parked next to one another.
An hour later, Kensi was setting food out on the coffee table, checking over her shoulder as she snitched one of the stuffed grape leaves from Deeks' tray while Deeks grabbed a couple of beers from the 'fridge. He returned to the living room with two beers and a file folder.
"Kens? I have something I want you to read." He handed her a beer and the file.
"Ok, what is it?" She took both items from him. First she took a big sip of beer to prepare herself and then opened the file folder. She was a little surprised to see "Professional Background of MARTIN A. DEEKS" printed at the top of the first page.
"Your resume? You want me to read your resume?" She smirked. Then she had a horrid thought, "Are you looking for a new job? Why? I thought you liked working for NCIS and with us!" Kensi was in a near on full panic as she thought Deeks was going to be like so many other men and leave her.
Deeks would have heard the panic in her voice even if it wasn't clearly visible on her face. "Relax, Fern. I'm not looking for a new job. I just thought it was time you learned a few things about my "Professional" life. That's all. But if you don't want to…" He reached for the folder but she quickly moved it out of his reach.
"No, I'm going to read this. Eat your dinner but I'm eating your stuffed grape leaf," she said as she reached over and took the last one from his tray before he could pull the tray of food to safety.
He noticed that she had now snagged both stuffed grape leaves and he shook his head at her. "Really Kens? You get two with each order. If you wanted more of them why didn't you order extra?"
"'Cause I know they aren't your favorites and I love them." Kensi smugly answered. "Now hush." And for the next 15 minutes, Kensi submerged herself if his legal-life history. Like Callen earlier that day there were frequent whistles, wows and even a "Holy Crap!" uttered while she read.
Deeks tried to watched TV and eat while at the same time sneaking looks at her as she read, trying to judge her reactions. He was trying not to feel extremely exposed to his partner. In fact he didn't think he could feel more exposed to her if he was standing in front of her in his birthday suit.
Kensi finished the file and took a deep breath followed quickly by the rest of her beer. "This is a lot to take in. So, I'm going to ask: Why now? And why not before?"
"It was something Callen said to me. He had to read this file just in case and when he asked if you knew about what was in it I had to tell him no. In fact he went so far as to say I had a lot of secrets from you." Deeks stuttered for a second before continuing, "I just never thought any of this was revalent to the work we're doing now. But I didn't want Callen knowing more about me than you did." Deeks paused again. "I think I'm ready to have you know about it because we are partners…and friends."
Kensi was touched by his confession. "Well damn, Deeks. I know where I'll go if I ever need a lawyer." Kensi smiled at him to let him know he was correct in showing her his file; right before hitting him over the head with the file folder. "I thought I told you no more secrets!" She glared at him in mock annoyance before stealing a piece of food from his tray.
When she stole food from him, he knew they were good but he still didn't agree to her statement about no more secrets.
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The next morning Callen was sitting in a typical conference room in an almost rundown office building. He was wondering what he was doing in an office building when the man owned an import store across town. Actually Callen was trying to think about anything except what was happening in ops. He could hear Deeks and Eric getting into a heated discussion about the waves at different surfing points up and down the coast while they waited for the meeting to begin. He wanted to tell them both to shut up but at that point Jacoby arrived and he didn't arrive alone. A man followed behind him which was an obvious 'muscle' type.
"Mr. Deeks. Nice to meet you." Jacoby said sticking his hand out for a shake.
Callen clasped the man's hand while saying. "Thank you. It's nice to meet you as well. I appreciate you taking this meeting so quickly. I would like to have this matter cleared up quickly."
"What matter is that?" Jacoby asked while he seated himself across the table from Callen.
Callen sat back down and purposely looked confused, "I thought my assistant explained the purpose of the meeting. My client, Jason Wyler, did not authorize Mr. Polson to sign anything on his behalf. Therefore this contract" Callen pulled the contract out of his briefcase and placed it on the table, "is null and void. Yet I understand that you were not happy with Mr. Polson when he approached you to rectify the situation." Callen had channeled every lawyer he had ever seen at work to make this little speech. He hoped he pulled it off.
"Yes. I was not happy. This is a signed contract. It must be honored." Jacoby stated back.
"But it's not valid. Again, Mr. Polson was not and is not authorized to sign any contract on behalf of Mr. Wyler."
"That is Mr. Polson's problem. Not mine. I suggest you talk to him about it." Jacoby sat back and smugly smiled at Callen, assuming he had won.
"I have talked with Mr. Polson since he is also a client of mine. He realizes his mistake and he's very sorry…"
Jacoby interrupted him by holding up a finger when his cell phone rang. "Sorry, just a minute please. I must take this call."
Callen shot the man an annoyed look but nodded his approval. He pretended to read the contract but he was in fact listening to the conversation that was taking place right in front of him; happily the conversation was in Czech.
Callen heard only Jacoby's side of the conversation, "I understand the time constraints but you have to understand that I've never promoted this type of fight before. Promoting an underground fight is simple. This is…" He was cut off and listened to the person on the other end of the call. "I'm trying but I'm having trouble getting one of the fighters to agree. His lawyer is sitting here with me right now telling me the contract is not valid."
Callen glanced up and took in Jacoby's face with a single quick glance. Jacoby was getting very red with anger, "don't threaten me," Jacoby tried to bluster. Callen could tell that whoever he was talking to was getting the better of him. "You can't promote a fight that fast. The TV rights, the…" again a pause, "You might be used to working this fast but it can't be done…" Callen watched the man deflate slightly. Jacoby caught Callen watching him and covered his feelings quickly. "Fine! I will do whatever I can to make this happen. But you are making it damn near impossible." He ended his conversation, stood up from the table and walked over to his 'muscle'. He was looking at 'muscles' but tilted his head at Callen. Mr. Muscles pulled a gun out and pointed it at Callen.
Callen was expecting this and made the appropriate frightened response to having a gun pointed at him. Everyone else in ops was more than a little surprised because they hadn't understood the conversation.
Callen stuttered, "What's going on? I'm..I'm…"
"Your client will do this fight and he will do it in 6 weeks not 3 months." Jacoby told him.
Callen allowed a measure of backbone to creep back into his voice, "That's not going to happen. Even if the contract was valid, which it is NOT, there is no way he can be ready for another fight in 6 weeks. His trainer is in the hospital from a car accident and he can't walk!"
"Ready or not he will do the fight or you both will be very sorry for it. This fight must happen and it will happen in 6 weeks."
Callen could detect the nerves in the man. If this threat against Wyler didn't work, what would he try next to make the fight happen? Callen continued to shift his gaze between the gun & Jacoby and decided to test Jacoby's resolve regarding Wyler. "Why don't you find yourself a different fighter? Mr. Wyler doesn't really want to fight; this man in particular. I think he might be a little afraid of him. Besides, I'm sure there are people more deserving of such a fight than Mr. Wyler. His record isn't that good." Callen could hear Deeks sputtering and exclaiming in his ear, but Callen ignored him for now.
Jacoby leaned on the table in a classic intimidation tactic, "Mr. Deeks, I don't think your presence is required for this fight, so if you were to say, 'go on vacation' for a very long time where no one could reach you, what could anybody do about it?"
That's the threat Callen had been waiting for. He made the color drain out of his face just slightly and widened his eyes in fear. "I will talk with Mr. Wyler and get back to you." He quickly gathered the contract and put it back in his briefcase. "I expect you to send over the new contract before the end of the week with the date change indicated. I will talk about it with my clients." He placed a business card which listed an address and phone number of a dumby law firm on the table and hurried out of the building.
When Callen was out of the building, "How'd I do Deeks?" Callen asked with a smirk on his face.
"You made both of me look like a coward. But as a lawyer, you…well you suck, a lot." Deeks deadpanned.
Callen just laughed as he headed back to the Mission.