So here is the second chapter, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS:LA.

Two months before Legends…

Detective Marty Deeks LAPD sat at the bar pretending to drink the beer in front of him. He was waiting for his partner/handler detective John Stone to show up and tell him how the raid had gone that day. There was no way the LAPD would have been able to get both the buyer and seller if he had let the sell play out, so instead he had tipped off Stone about what was going down, in the hopes they could arrest the buyer. He knew the raid had happened, Belotov had not been happy when he discovered that the proposed meeting place between him and the buyer Gordon Hendrik had been swarming with police. Deeks just hoped they had got the guy, and that they still had him in custody. He didn't want him coming back round Belotov giving him ideas he had a mole or any of the crap. No, he needed to make sure the next time the buy comes round, it's in a place the LAPD could control.

"Hey Marty, how's it going?" Came a voice from beside him as detective Stone slipped onto the bar stool at his side and gestured to the bartender for a beer.

"Belotov is not happy, but that's hardly new. How did the raid go?" Marty replied with a sunny smile, glad to be able to be himself if only for a few minutes. He actually liked Stone, he was a good guy, even if he was a bit by the book for undercover work in Marty's opinion.

"Well it seems your man Hendrik is a fed." Stone responded with a sigh, taking a deep drink of his beer. He had had a serious dress down from the smallest of women about arresting her man. It was nothing he was likely to forget, ever. That woman was scary as hell.

"What?" Deeks spluttered choking on his Beer. Since when had the feds got involved? This was his case, damn. He had been working this undercover op for the last five months, he did not need some showboating wiseass fed swooping in and taking his damn collar. No way in hell was he letting that happen. He was in too deep to just walk away.

"Yeah tell me about it. We had him in custody for six hours before he was pulled out. Never said a thing. He's good I'll give him that." Stone responded with a shrug as if to say 'what can you do? it's the feds'.

"So what happens now?" Deeks asked with a sigh. He knew what would happen now, but it would be a massive mistake.

"They want the case. Bates is breathing down my neck to pull you out Marty." Stone replied gently. He knew how much time and effort his young partner had put into this case. He had never seen anyone work the way Deeks did, but it got results. It was well known in the department that when it came to undercover, Marty Deeks was the best they had, even if none of the guys liked it.

"There is no way they'll get anyone as close to Belotov as I am." Deeks growled. This was typical, they would pull him out and then screw it up and the guns he had been trying to locate would end up on the market to the highest bidder. End up in the hands of the gangs, killing innocent people. No he couldn't let that happen. He just couldn't, there had to be a way… some way.

"That's what I said. But Bates has given you 24 hours to exit while trying to keep your cover intact." Stone replied, trying to show how he had stood up to their boss for Deeks. He had gone to bat for his partner, but nothing he said seemed to work against the small woman's stare.

At his words Deeks sighed. He had 24 hours to come up with a plan. It wasn't enough time god damn it, but he knew he had no choice. "Okay." He conceded with defeat, but he wouldn't forget this. If those weapons made it onto his streets, he would make sure someone payed for it, and it wouldn't be him.

At that the two detectives sat in silence for a few moments as Stone finished his beer before he stood, not wanting anyone to know he had come just to see his partner.

"I'll see you tomorrow then." Stone said with a smile before he turned and walked out the door, completely missing the man he had spent six hours trying to interrogate who was sitting in the shadows of the bar.

Callen had watched the lawyer, Martin Davison, sitting at the bar in his cheap suit taking note of his every move and facial expression, hoping to find the right time to approach him. But he had seemed restless, not agitated as such, but something was definitely on the man's mind. He had been just about to make his approach when he saw the detective that had arrested him and tried to get him to talk earlier that day walk through the door and sit down next to the lawyer. This caused his eyebrows to rise. From his take on the guy he had seemed very straight laced, Callen would never had said that detective Stone was a dirty cop. So if he isn't… then maybe Callen had just found out how it was LAPD knew of his deal. Maybe this lawyer's file was so small because he was a CI for the detective. It fit with the intel he had. In fact it made everything make sense. And made what he was about to do that little bit easier, or at least he hoped it did. If this guy was a confidential informant for the LAPD then he surely wanted Belotov off the streets. He wondered absently if the detective would tell him he was a fed, he hoped so, it would make it all so much easier. But if not, he wasn't going to blow his cover to this man. There was still a chance that Stone was on the take after all.

He watched the detective leave and waited a couple of minutes until it seemed Martin Davidson was getting ready to go. It was time.

"Can I get a beer for me and friend here." He said slipping onto the stool the detective had recently vacated and gesturing to lawyer at his side.

"I'm not your friend." Deeks replied narrowing his eyes at the man. Who was he and what did he want?

"Not yet, but I think you'll want to be." Callen replied with a secretive smile and making his eyes go soft as he looked at the man next to him. He was even more attractive up close than he was in his photo.

"Oh yeah? Whys that?" Deeks asked tensing. He saw the look the guy was giving him, and while, sure, he was hot, Deeks also knew with one look that this guy was dangerous. And he did not have time for whatever games he had right then. He needed to work out how to take Belotov down in the next 24 hours.

"Because I have what your client wants, and vice versa." Callen replied in a low voice that was almost a purr, making sure to keep up his dangerous persona. This guy was Belotov's lawyer, Callen would bet he thrived on danger.

"Who are you?" Deeks asked trying to not make it look like he really wanted to answer to his question. He knew with those words there was no way he could just walk out the bar. If this guy was looking to buy the weapons, then he needed to know all he could about him.

"Gordon Hendrik, pleasure to meet you Mr Davidson." Callen replied holding out his bottle in place of a handshake while he watched Davidson's reaction closely. And what he saw made him smile inside. The guy was good, he would give him that, but he couldn't hide the widening of his eyes at his name. Callen just hoped that that was because his cop friend had just told him he was fed.

It took Deeks a couple of seconds to get his head around the fact that this was the fed he had had arrested earlier that day. And in those few seconds Deeks realised that this guy could also be the answer to his problem. He could set up another sale between him and Belotov, and then the feds would be happy to get their man, and he would be happy being able to see close of this case. But he couldn't seem to eager, he had no idea if the feds knew he was undercover, but if not he did not want them to know who he was. He wanted to keep his alias in tack, and the less people who knew the truth the better in his mind.

"Call me Marty." He finally replied bringing his bottle up to clink it against the Hendrik's with a charming smile on his face. Oh yes this could work.

"So Marty, it seemed the meeting planned between myself and your boss did not go so well today, I am hoping we can try again." Callen said diving straight into what he had come here to do. Making sure the man next to him knew exactly what he wanted before this went any further, though looking at that scruffy hair and bright blue eyes Callen did suddenly find himself wanting something else as well. Namely Marty.

"I won't agree a meeting with my client to a man I do not know." Deeks replied taking note of the look in the agent's eyes. It was a look of desire and if it was fake, then this guy really was good. But whether it was or not, it wouldn't hurt to make this fed work for what he wanted now would it? It would at least give him some compensation for the fact this guy was taking his case, and well, he really was hot. He had those blue eyes which seemed to be able to show so much and yet nothing at all. He was a puzzle, and Deeks loved solving puzzles.

"Then it seems we had best use this time to get to know each other, wouldn't you agree?" Callen asked running his hand down Marty's arm before settling it gently on his wrist for a moment too long to be anything other than a sign of attraction.

"As long as your buying." Deeks replied giving the fed his most charming smile as he slid his hand of his arm slowly. Oh yeah, there was no doubting how the guy was playing this.

"I am definitely buying." Callen responded smiling a genuine smile at the man next to him before he stood and with his head gestured to the back of the bar, where there were booths cast in shadows, giving them more privacy for their 'getting to know each other'.

Deeks looked at the man in front of him and looked towards where he gestured. He knew it was a dare, he could see it in the guy's eyes, wondering how far he would take this. But Marty also knew another thing, he would take this as far as the fed wanted him to. I mean this guy was not the kind he would find himself able to resist. That thought momentarily startled him, making him look once more into his eyes. But what he saw there… he wasn't sure what it was, but he made him know, with a certainty deep in his soul, this man would never hurt him. So taking a deep breath Deeks made a decision. He would organise the meet for this guy, but tonight, tonight would be for him, the real him. Tonight Marty Deeks was going to fun with a sexy guy, try to find out some of his secrets, even if they were only superficial ones.

With that Marty stood as well before leading the way to the back of the bar so they could continue talking without an audience.

And Callen watching him smiled. Oh yeah, this guy was so much more than he looked.