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So here is the next chapter, it's very long but, oh well. This skips time from the previous one and takes place in season 1 episode 19, 'Hand-to-Hand'. I hope you like it.

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It was 11 months after Callen's shooting, and 2 months after Dom had disappeared. Macey was long gone, her post of team leader now Callen's, and they were in their new base, which was a lot less dingy than the last. Callen had put Marty in a box in his mind and closed it off. It could never be anything, and considering now everyone thought he was dead, he really didn't think about the guy. Well maybe when he closed his eyes at night he would bring up the picture of blue eyes and scruffy hair in a way to keep the nightmares at bay, but that was it. Marty was a thing of Callen's past, and he was okay with that. He could live with that, it was what he did after all.

The team had a new case, a marine had gone and died after he worked guard duty at a facility that contained biohazards, and therefore it was Callen's case. His team's case. He sent Kensi to the gym he worked out with his old squad, in the hopes she would be able to integrate herself as Lance corporal Zuna's girlfriend. He and Sam had the body. It didn't take long for them to realise that what they were looking at was actually murder, and not some biohazard accident. But hey, murder was in their wheelhouse, Callen was happy for his team to continue working the case. Or at least he was until Eric brought up a picture on the screen in the bullpen and everything in him shifted as his past came to into the present.

It was their normal, run of the mill intel sharing meeting. Nate giving a psych eval on the victim and Eric giving the intel he found about the Blood and Guts Warriors. What made it change was when Kensi brought up another guy. One who in her opinion, just wasn't quite right.

"Well, what about Jason Wyler? He strikes me as kind of a wannabe." She said causing Eric to turn and strangely look at Callen before he went back to his briefing. He wished he had had the chance to show this to the team leader in private, but too late now. So, taking a deep breath, he continued.

"Wannabe Wyler's the only one who wasn't a marine. I got nothing on him yet." He said, though the last bit was directed straight at Callen, hoping he would understand what he was saying as he showed them all Jason Wyler's driving licence, including the photo.

Callen watched the picture come up and he felt his stomach drop. Because the guy he was looking at wasn't Jason Wyler, he was Martin Davidson, he was Marty. What the hell? There must be some mistake. He turned with his mouth open about to ask Eric if he was sure only to find the tech operator staring right at him. He could read in his eyes that he had double and triple checked. Jason Wyler was Martin Davidson. Callen just couldn't believe it, he couldn't work out how this was possible. But then he remembered. He had seen Marty, if that was even really his name, with a cop. he had thought him a CI, but what if… what if he was like him. An undercover operative. It would explain how he how had a different name… or maybe he was just working the gym as an informant? Maybe the cop, detective Stone if he remembered correctly, just wanted some intel from them and had asked his CI to find it out? Callen wasn't sure why he was trying so hard to think of a reason that Marty was a CI rather than a cop, I mean, sure the guy had lied to him, but then he had lied right back. So what was the problem? Then he remembered the note he had written, I wish things could be different. And that was when it hit him, If Marty was a cop, it could have been, and that idea terrified him. Marty being a CI was a buffer to stop himself from feeling more for the guy, but if he was a cop? No… just… no.

Nate frowned at the picture on the screen, he recognised it from somewhere, but he couldn't put his finger on where. He also noted how Eric was looking at Callen, watching his reaction to what he was showing them and so he did the same. He saw things he couldn't identify flit through the senior agents eyes, too fast for him to truly register them as he looked at the photo. In fact it took all of three seconds for Callen's face to once more become the mask he always wore. Of course for Callen three seconds was a long time. Just who was this Jason Wyler to G. Callen?

Completely unaware of what was going on in her team leader's head Kensi kept talking. "Keep looking khong lo, something about him set of a warning bell."

"Maybe it was his baby blues… or his fluffy hair." Sam Hanna joked with a small smirk on his lips as he turned to Kensi. She was not impressed.

Callen on the other hand couldn't help but remember just how soft that fluffy hair was as he ran his fingers through it. Damn it, he needed to stop. Needed to get his head in the game, find out who this guy was and how he was tied to Zuna's murder, or even if he was tied to it. He wasn't Marty, he was a suspect, just like all the other guys at the gym. He let the rest of the Eric's intel wash over him until he found a way to make sure Sam wasn't with him for the next few hours. He knew his partner would suspect something if they were alone, and there was no way Callen would be telling him about Marty. No way in hell. So he sent his partner to go and talk to Zuna's commanding officer while he and Kensi went to check out Zuna's crib. At least she wouldn't ask him questions he was not prepared to answer.

Kensi and Callen got to the house, and after he had got the junior agent to pick the lock made their way inside. He left her fiddling with Zuna's computer as he made his way into the kitchen, to look at all the drugs and crap he had on the side. It was a serious amount of pills. Just after he had spoken he heard the front door open, making him move against the wall so whoever it was wouldn't be able to see him, he just hoped Kensi could stall enough for him to get out. Then he would find a way pull her out as well. But just as he was trying to think of escape routes he heard the voice of their visitor.

"Whoa."

It couldn't be, right? He had to be imagining it. There was no way that was Marty, right? But even as he tried to convince himself of that fact, he didn't move from his place along the wall. His idea to escape completely forgotten in the hopes of being able to confirm or deny who was now in the room with Kensi.

"How'd you get in here?"

Yeah there was no question. That was definitely Marty's voice. Moving to look round the door he saw him, still with the same shaggy hair, though this time he wasn't wearing a suit. Now he was wearing casual jeans and jacket, and he had never looked hotter in Callen's mind, even if his face was filled with suspicion as he confront Kensi, it just added to his charm. Callen didn't know what to do. He could leave, but there was no way he could get Kensi out himself if he didn't want Marty to know he was involved… or he could stay. Let him find him, and maybe get some answers. With that thought he made a decision. He moved to the window opposite him and opened it before returning to his place against the wall and crossed his arms, now all he had to do was wait.

Deeks was shocked to find Zuna's supposed girlfriend in his home. Mainly because he was the one with the key that he had got from evidence. Then there was the fact that he knew she was lying. LAPD hadn't called her about Zuna's death, so just what was she up to? Who was she and why was she here? He really did not trust her. He listened to her talk about the supposed photos, it was almost believable, and had he been anyone else he would have brought it. But no, he knew a liar when he saw one.

Instead of staying and talking it out with her he made his way through the house as he spoke, moving towards the kitchen to see if he could find anything else that was wrong, while pulling his jacket over his gun. He saw the window in the kitchen was open, which was very definitely strange in his mind. He moved to close and lock it speaking as he turned, though his words trailed off completely when he saw who was leaning against the wall by the door. How had he not seen him when he entered the room? How could he have missed him? How was he even alive?

Kensi had seen Wyler go into the kitchen, she hoped Callen had managed to get out, but when he stopped talking in mid-sentence she guessed her team leader had been made. As such she pulled her own gun and made her way to the door, expecting to see one or both of the men with their own weapons drawn, what she saw instead confused her. Callen was leaning casually against the wall, his hand nowhere near his gun, as he stared at the armed man in front of him with a strange look in his eyes. It was a look Kensi had never seen before, and she had no idea what to do. So rather than speak she just aimed her gun at Wyler and decided to leave everything else to Callen. This was what he was good at. She would follow his lead.

Callen had watch Marty make a bee line for the windows, just as he had wanted him to. Making it so he was between the guy and the door. He watched as he turned, and he watched the shock that appeared on the guys face at seeing him behind him. He heard Kensi come up beside him, and he could see she had her gun drawn but he never once looked away from the man in front of him.

he waited until the shock seemed to have disappeared to be replaced by a blank expression, it happened faster than he thought it would, adding to his idea that this guy was just like him. Undercover for someone. But when he saw it, he spoke.

"Hello Marty."

"G." Deeks breathed not being able to say the name, or letter, with anymore force, even if he really wanted to. He was still trying to process that he was there in front of him, alive and well. G was alive.

"I'm guessing you're not a lawyer." Callen replied, he didn't say it as a question, even if in his mind he was hoping that he was wrong. Hoping that this guy really was who he had once thought him to be. He wasn't sure how he would cope if his hunch was right.

"And I'm guessing you're not dead." Deeks answered back with his piercing stare directed at the man in front of him. It was the only thing he could think to say, the only thing that was going through his mind. G was not dead.

"No. Who are you?" Callen replied not shifting his body at the stare. He had seen worse, even if he could now see a hint of hurt in Marty's eyes. He hated when he saw hurt in them, even if this was only the second time he had done so. It still hurt him to know he had been the one to put it there.

"LAPD detective Marty Deeks. Your turn." Deeks responded forcing himself to relax back against the window frame and cross his own arms, out of the corner of his eye he noticed the woman lower her gun at his words. He guessed she was with G. A fed just like him. It explained his feelings towards her, and his suspicions.

"NCIS special agent G. Callen."

At that Deeks nodded. It made sense that he was NCIS, Zuna was a marine, and the weapons from the Belotov case were stolen from the navy. Remembering the Belotov case he remembered what had happened when G, no agent Callen, had got involved.

"So you come to take this case from me as well?" He asked brisling with his words. He would not let G take this from him, it was his case. Though a small voice at the back of his mind suggested that the real reason he didn't want the fed to take it from him was because if he did, he would never see G again. But he quashed it hard. This was work, and had nothing to do with that, even if he knew he still had the note this man had written him folded up in his badge.

"That depends, what are you working?" Callen asked simply, he didn't want to take the case from Marty. He wanted to find a way for them to work together, though he refused to inspect the why to that thought. He felt it would be much better for his own sanity if he didn't know.

"Narcotics. You?" Deeks replied, hope coming into his eyes now. Maybe they could work together, maybe he and G could get to know each other better now the truth was out. Maybe this time it could be different.

"Murder." Callen responded still thinking, calculating and planning as he always did. Seeing every angle and working out his play.

"So what now?" Deeks asked when Callen said no more. He wished they were alone, wished the woman wasn't there watching and listening to every word they said to each other, but he couldn't have everything it seemed.

"We work together." Callen answered with a shrug as if it was as easy as that. As if him saying the words would make them happen.

"Seriously? Don't you have to run that by your boss, and mine for that matter." Deeks replied running his hand through his hair. Surely Callen had someone he answered to, though considering how their last meeting had gone, maybe not. Or least maybe not anyone other than the little woman Stone had told him about.

"I'm sure we can work something out." Callen responded with a secretive smile that Deeks couldn't help but return, it was such a G look in his mind. He had given it to him so many times that night they spent talking, that night the spent doing other things. It was one of his favourites, made him want to find out all the secrets G held so tight.

"What, the scary little woman going to glare at people until they do what she says?" Deeks asked cheekily making Callen raise his eyebrow. Marty really was good, he had hit the nail on the head without thought.

"How do you know about Hetty?" Callen asked instead of answering his question. What was it about this guy that intrigued him so much? Because it wasn't just the fact he was gorgeous, nor the fact he was great in bed. It was something else… the fact he was so much more than he seemed.

"Stone told me. She scared the crap out of him." Deeks replied with a smirk as he remembered that conversation. It was just after he had been de-briefed and they had gone for a drink to celebrate the closing of the case. His ex-partner had almost seemed to shake as he spoke of that woman.

"She scares the crap out of most people. He still your handler?" Callen asked in a friendly tone, wanting to know what had happened in this man's life in the year since he had seen him.

"Not for this op." Deeks responded simply. He had been right when he realised Stone had not been cut out for undercover work. The guy had gone back to his old job, leaving him in the hands of the complete ass who now apparently had his back in narcotics, not that he actually thought the guy did. He would be glad when this case was over and he could move onto something else.

Kensi had stood there her mouth dropping open as she listened to the words Callen exchanged with this detective Deeks. Of course when he identified himself as LAPD she had put her gun away, but still, they were talking as if they were friends, colleagues. Callen was behaving the same way with Deeks as he would with one of the team. She had never seen her team leader give such trust so easily. She was seriously missing something here. Callen hadn't said anything when Eric had put up Jason Wyler's picture on the screen earlier, but then she remembered the strange looks the tech had given Callen. Yep, she was definitely missing something, but one thing was clear in her mind and she couldn't stop herself from voicing it. Asking the question she needed her team leader to answer.

"You two know each other?"

At Kensi words both Callen and Deeks turned to her, though for different reasons. Deeks because he was wondering just who she was to the man in front of him, and Callen because he wanted to see just what she had worked out. There were things he did not want his team to know, the first being just how well he knew Marty. Looking at her face he was relieved to see that there was nothing but an honest wish to get an answer to her question in her eyes. Good.

"Yeah Deeks here was the lawyer in the Belotov case." Callen replied simply, not elaborating at all. That was all she needed to know in his mind.

"Wow, you get around." Kensi muttered with shrug. At least that explained how these two knew each other. She had been part of that raid, and she had always wondered just how Callen had got that meet so quickly. At least she now had her answer to that.

"You have no idea." Deeks replied with a wink and a smirk for the female agent. It was his default, see a hot female, he would flirt with her. Or course when his eyes turned back to Callen's he saw them narrow slightly. Hmm, maybe that hadn't been the best idea.

"I'll go make the calls." Was all Callen said as he pushed himself off of the wall and made his way into the livingroom, leaving Deeks and Kensi alone. He didn't understand just what had happened with him. One minute he was fine, talking to Marty, and then he saw him wink at Kensi and he felt, well not too happy about it if truth be told. But there was nothing going on between him and guy, he really had no reason to be even remotely jealous, not that he was. Of course that logic he found, didn't quite dim the feeling. Damn it, he didn't have time for this, he needed to call Hetty and get things rolling for a joint investigation, he could work out his feelings later. Much later, like when this case was done and he would never see Marty again.