And… here is chapter 3. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA.

Two months before Legends…

The night was spent with Callen and Deeks talking about inconsequential things, though in truth Deeks did most of the talking, being himself around the man next to him. Callen loved it. He relaxed in Marty's company and just let himself go. Let himself inhabit a bubble that was just the two of them. I mean sure, he was here for a case, but it was most definitely not what was at the forefront of his mind. No that was how much he liked this guy, how he made his laugh and smile with tales and random anecdotes. Though as the evening progressed Callen noticed that Marty never called him by name, leading his subconscious to the conclusion that this guy did indeed know he was undercover. Not that he cared, I mean he didn't really have a name to be called by anyway, just a letter, and he preferred that Marty didn't use his fake one. He didn't want this guy calling him Gordon, or Gordy, no if he called him anything he wanted it to be G.

Deeks spent the evening relaxing with the man next to him, he thought he was talking too much, but the fed didn't seem to be the talkative type, and yet Deeks knew he listened to every word he said, and no doubt remembered it. But he wasn't worried about that. Because this wasn't work, this was something different, this was… just them. He didn't call the guy by name, not sure if Gordon really was his name, and even if it was, Gordon was a name Deeks did not like. His father was called Gordon. So instead he didn't call him anything, which was easier than he thought it would be. He never had to try and get the guys attention, it was always focused on him, yet Deeks knew he also watched the room and knew exactly who was in there at any given time, and where all the exits were. Just as Deeks himself did. They were the same after all.

When last orders was called at the bar both men seemed surprised at how fast the time had gone, and neither of them wanted to end the night there. This would be the only chance they had to be with each other, Callen's reasoning was because he now believed this guy was a CI, and therefore nothing could happen between them beyond that night. And Deeks because he couldn't tell this guy he was an undercover cop. he knew if he did then they would go back to the professional, and he really didn't want that. He wanted this man, wanted to feel his lips on his own, wanted to spend the night with him.

So when that call came Deeks took a deep breath and stood, turning to give the man he was with a piecing look.

"So your place or mine?" he asked with a small smile, it was his turn to give the other man the dare.

"How about a hotel?" Callen suggested. He couldn't exactly take Marty back to his place after all, mainly because he didn't actually have a place what with living out of motels and boarding houses, and he really didn't want to go back to Marty's. He didn't want to know where he lived, didn't want to know anything that could put the man in danger. He had, throughout the evening, come to care for Marty in a way that was foreign to him, because it was the real him. This should have unsettled him, he knew that, but he couldn't find it in himself to feel that way. It was one night, I mean what harm was one night?

"Sounds good." Deeks replied with a sigh of relief. Hotels were anonymous, and that was what it seemed they were both after tonight. Something that was outside the world they both lived in, something that was just for them. Just for one night they could be themselves, yet without all the crap that came along with that. He liked it, he liked it a lot.

With that they Callen stood, leaving a stack of money on the table to pay the bill before he took Marty's hand and they walked out of the bar. It was time for the next part of their evening to begin, and they both couldn't wait.

They got a taxi to a decent hotel, Callen paying in cash, he did not want to have to explain this expense to Hetty thank you very much. Once the room was obtained they made their way to the elevator. They still had not kissed, only touching each other in the way that people attracted to one another would do. They were cautious about doing anything in public, it was ingrained in them both that they always had to act a part after all. But as soon as they entered there room and the door closed behind them that went out of the window and they were on each other. Kissing passionately, trying to learn in one night all they could about the man they were with. Trying to fit everything into their very small time frame. The passion carried them to the bed and into heaven as they both explored the body of the man they were with. Explored and learnt, gave and took, pleasured and enjoyed.

As the night progressed Callen found himself calling Marty's name over and over again, and yet all he got back were generic terms of sexy, hot stuff, babe. He found he had had enough of that. He stopped suddenly and grabbed Marty by the throat and stared into his eyes as he growled. "Call me G." before letting go and moving smoothly back to what they were doing.

Deeks knew he should be shocked by the fed, no G's, behaviour, at how smoothly he had changed. At how dangerous he could be. But instead he found it turned him on even more. G was an enigma, and for tonight at least, he was his. And now he had a name to call out, a name that was his to use, and even if it was just a letter it was better than nothing.

Once their pleasured had been stated to two men lay down with Marty resting his head on G's chest, his arms wrapped around him, while Callen took great pleasure in lying there and running his hands through Marty's hair. It was so soft and fluffy, he loved it. Not that he would ever say that aloud, but he let his mind think it.

"Sleep." Callen said into the dark of the night.

"Night G." Marty murmured in reply, already on his way to slumber. He knew he was safe with G. He was safe to let his guard down and sleep, for a little while at least.

"Night Marty." Callen whispered before moving to press a gentle kiss onto the top of his head. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, for while he had enjoyed his night with the younger man, he could not trust him. No, he would not sleep that night, but he would watch over the man in his arms instead while he got some rest. It seemed to Callen to be a perfect way to spend the rest of his night.

Callen watched the sun rise through the windows, they had not taken the time to shut the curtains, and as such he had the prefect view. He watched as the rays entered the room and touched the skin of the man in his arms. He knew that with the suns entrance this would be the end of their night, but he could not find it in himself to hate the sun for returning. If only because he could now see the man at his side in daylight. He could see his tanned skin, and the muscles of his shoulders and back. Oh yes, how could he hate something that let him see Marty in its bright light?

"Morning G." Came a mumbled voice from his chest pulling his eyes from studying Marty's body to looking at his head, finding himself staring into those bright blue eyes that he had a feeling he would never be able to forget.

"Morning Marty." He replied with an automatic smile.

"How are you so awake?" Deeks muttered trying to pull his mind from the fog of sleep.

"I don't sleep much." Callen replied not mentioning that fact he hadn't slept at all.

"Right, well I should probably shower. Got to organise a met between you and my client." Deeks responded pulling away from Callen, reminding him of the reason he had come to meet Marty in the bar. The reason he had forgotten in the pleasure of the night.

"You do." Callen replied in a tone which was as different from his previous one as night was from day causing Deeks to curse himself. He shouldn't have said that, it was just… he wanted this over with. He could feel himself liking this guy for more than just the one night, and that would never work. He needed to remember this wasn't want his heart was craving it would be. This wasn't something that would go anywhere. This was a one night only thing, not the start of something more, however much he wanted it to be.

"When and where?" Deeks asked sitting up so that he was no longer in contact with G, no with Gordon Hendrik.

"12, north dorks, warehouse 5." Callen replied running different ideas through his mind before he settled on a place he knew that the team could control, and would be suitable for him to meet with Belotov.

"Okay. I'll get Belotov there." Deeks responded with a sigh before he turned to look at the man he had shared a bed with last night. But looking into the blue eyes in front of him he realised that he was no longer there. G had gone. "I should get dressed." He muttered climbing out of the bed and using the sheet to cover himself as he collected his clothes. It took him maybe a minute to put them one and vacate the room with one last look at the man he was leaving in the bed, and as he shut the door Deeks swore he saw G return briefly as he walked away.

Callen lay back in the bed and stared at the ceiling. He knew he needed to get going, go back to ops and get Macey to get the team together, but still he didn't move. Instead he remembered the look in Marty's eyes when he went all business on him. He looked hurt, almost as if he was being betrayed. Callen hated himself for putting that look in his eyes. He didn't want Marty to think that last night was just so he could get the met he wanted. Because he knew while that might have been the plan, the truth was it had nothing to do with that. But he had no idea how he could ever tell him so. He was a federal agent, he couldn't exactly be seen talking to a LAPD CI. Damn.

The deal went down as it was supposed to, and NCIS captured all the major players, or at least all but one. A certain lawyer seemed to disappear before the team came in, but when Sam asked him, Callen confirmed they had them all. He would not give up Marty, he couldn't no matter what the law said he should do. He would give him this. He would give him his freedom, it was all he had to offer the man who had somehow found a way into his heart. Found a way through all his defences and made him care. It was because of that care, that little part of himself that couldn't stop thinking about the man, the look in his eyes as he left he hotel room, that he wrote the note, leaving it with detective Stone to give to his CI. He just hoped the man understood it was all he could give him. A proper goodbye.

Deeks was in the office filing out reports when Stone handed him the letter that he said the feds had given him. It was addressed to Martin Davidson, but he knew who it was from. Nodding and acting normal to his partner at that point was one of the hardest things Deeks had ever had to do. But he did it, slipping the letter into his pocket to open when he was alone. He had no idea what it said, but he knew he wanted privacy to read it.

Finally Deeks managed to make his way to the men's room, and locking himself in, he ripped open the envelope, his hand shaking as he pulled out the single sheet of paper.

Marty,

That night, you, I'll never forget. I wish things could be different.

G

Reading the few words on the paper Deeks leant his head against the door and sighed as he wondered, did G really wish things were different or were they just platitudes? Because if he did, then they could be. He was detective, they could make that work. But no. they couldn't not really. They had one night, and that would have to be enough. Deeks thought of throwing the letter away but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead he considered keeping it in his wallet, but that wasn't a good idea. No he needed to keep it somewhere it would never be found. With that he pulled out his LAPD badge and folding the letter small, shoved it behind his ID card. It would be safe there. With that done he pulled himself together, he had work to do.

Two months later…

Deeks was making himself crazy. He couldn't get G out of his mind. The idea, that maybe they could work, if he told the guy the truth haunted him. He was glad he didn't have any way to contact the man because he knew if he had he would have folded by now. But as it was he found himself wondering if there was any way to get the feds involved in any of his cases, not that he knew what agency G worked for. It was driving him crazy and he knew he had to stop. But still the 'what if's' swam into his mind.

He was sitting at his desk when Stone called him over, he hoped they had a new case anything to take his mind off of G, but instead his partner pulled him into a side room.

"I got word this morning of a drive-by shooting near Venice Beach." Stone said not sure how to tell Deeks what he had to say. He had worked out that his partner had arranged for the feds to take down Belotov, and as the fed he had in custody was the only connection they had he was sure he had worked with the guy. He felt it only right to tell him what he had learnt, but still it was hard.

"Anyone we know?" Deeks asked picking up on his partner's worried look. Who could have been shot? Was it one of their informants or something?

"It was the fed, the one who worked the Belotov case." Stone replied wincing as he saw how Deeks paled at his words.

"What... is he okay?" Deeks asked not sure how to process what he was hearing. G had been shot. G had been shot, and he hadn't even had a chance to tell the guy who he really was.

"He's dead. Sorry Deeks, I don't know anything else." Stone responded putting his hand on Deeks shoulder in the hopes to offer him some comfort to the man who seemed so distressed by his words.

"He's dead? G's… dead?" Deeks whispered his mind unable to process the thought. It was too late. He was too late to make things different. He had lost his chance. With that thought Deeks walked away from his partner, away from the precinct. He needed time to process, and then he needed to get back to work. He needed to become someone else, someone who never spent a perfect night with G. he needed to go undercover.