Hello again my lovelies. So here is the next chapter, I hope you like it. Again it's set in season 1, episode 19 'Hand-to-Hand'.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA.

Kensi and Sam pulled up outside the boatshed at the same time. Seeing the old car that was already parked Sam spoke as he gestured to it. "I'm guess Deeks is already here then."

"I saw him leave earlier… what do you think of him?" Kensi asked as they made their way to the door. She wasn't sure what to make of detective Marty Deeks.

"I don't trust him. Tonight just proved my point. He didn't follow the plan and stay down." Sam replied with a growl. Though he knew the truth was more that he was frustrated at being keep out of loop by his partner. He just didn't understand why G didn't mention he knew the guy when his picture came up on the screen earlier in the bull pen.

"But Callen does." Kensi defended. It was obvious that their team leader trusted Deeks, and well, that was good enough for her, even if she didn't understand it.

"Yeah and that's just another reason not to in my mind." Sam grumbled knowing he sounded stupid. He trusted G with his life, and he knew the guy had to have a reason for his opinion of the detective, and he should respect that. But…

"Sam, come on." Kensi called with a shake of her head at the guy next to her. She didn't understand what was wrong with him. So Callen was keeping secrets, it wasn't like that was anything new to any of them. They all had their secrets they keep to themselves after all.

"We're missing something here Kensi, I don't know what it is, but I'm going to find out." Sam stated simply. Something was going on with his partner that was making his shoulders itch. And that was never anything good.

Before Kensi could come up with a reply to that they were at the door and stepping through, just in time to see Callen standing from the couch and taking a step away from the other man who was still sitting on it.

"Okay Sam, you're in so what we need to do now-" Callen started to say, hoping to keep the conversation on the case and away from anything else. But before he could say anything more he was interrupted by Hetty.

"Is let me check over Mr Hanna for any injuries and then all go home and get a good night's rest."

"Hetty I'm fine." Sam replied before Callen could say anything about the idea of them going home to get some rest. That sounded like a great idea to him, and it would give him a chance to grill G when everyone else was gone.

"That is for me to decide. Sit." Hetty ordered not taking any notice of Sam's protest. She had to make sure her agents hadn't caused each other any serious damage after all, even if detective Deeks wasn't hers just yet.

"She did the same thing to me to." Deeks stage whispered as he stood from the couch letting the bigger man take his place.

"That's because I got a lot more punches in than you." Sam replied with a smirk. Did this guy really think he could take on a former SEAL?

"Hey I was holding myself back." Deeks exclaimed, though there was a cheeky grin on his face and glint in his eyes as he said it. As if he was trying to piss him off. Did Deeks have a death wish or something?

"Yeah right." Sam scoffed at him crossing his arms. He would not rise.

"Sam just let Hetty check you over, Kensi, Deeks, you might as well go." Callen interrupted before Deeks could come up with something else to say. I mean seriously? Did Deeks not know when to keep his mouth shut? Or course not. He never stopped talking, it was one of his favourite things about the guy, it made him smile, but now really wasn't the time in Callen's mind. Of course it didn't help that Sam was glaring daggers at him, he knew they were going to have to talk. He hated talking.

"Right, night all." Kensi said quickly before exiting the boatshed. She was glad to get out of the room which seemed to be filled with some sort of tension between the three men. She had decided not to get involved, leave them to sort it out. And at least with Hetty there she would make sure it didn't come to blows.

Deeks on the other hand stared at Callen for a few seconds as if wondering if he would ever see him again. But of course he would, he would be back the next day. They still had a case to solve and conversation to have, and there was no way he was letting G get out of the latter. "Okay, see you guys tomorrow." He finally said standing and grabbing his bag.

"See you tomorrow Deeks." Callen replied watching out of the corner of his eye as the man left. As he tried to plan out what he could say to Sam. What explanation he could give the big guy that he would accept. Because he could see how much him telling him nothing was eating him up inside, and how much it was making him distrust Marty. And Callen didn't want that. He wanted his partner and his… friend to get along.

Sam had sat down and submitted himself to Hetty's ministrations and watched G and Deeks. Watched how the detective stared at G for a second too long before he moved. And he watched as G watched him leave out of the corner of his eye. Yeah there was definitely something here he wasn't understanding, and the sooner Hetty was finished with him, the sooner he could talk to his partner and find out just what it was that made him trust the detective so much. And try to find out what he was missing.

Finally Hetty pulled back from poking and prodding Sam to speak. "Well you do not seem to badly damaged Mr Hanna. Just a few bruises. Therefore I will bid you both goodnight." She said standing and moving towards the door, it was time to leave the partners to the conversation she knew they were about to have, though how it would go, and just what Mr Callen would share, she had no idea. She could only hope for the best.

"Night Hetty." Callen called as he watched her go waiting for Sam to start the conversation that was about to happen. He knew it wouldn't be long, and he was disappointed. Because as soon as the door shut after Hetty, Sam spoke.

"Why do you trust Deeks, G?" He asked simply, hoping to get a straight answer from his partner for once.

"He set up the meet where we took down Belotov." Callen offered, though he knew Sam wouldn't take that. He would want more, he would want to know everything. Not that Callen felt in a sharing mood.

"There's more. I know you G, and I know you wouldn't trust him just because of that." Sam replied with a sigh. Why was it always so hard to get anything out of his partner?

"We talked, or well he talked. I got to know the guy." Callen explained with a shrug, it wasn't like he was lying after all. They had talked and he had gotten to know Marty. He was just not telling Sam how well he had gotten to know him, nor how deeply Marty had managed to get through the cracks in his personal armour.

"That's it? You talked?" Sam asked in disbelief. Did G really think he was stupid enough to accept that?

"Pretty much." Callen replied with an innocent smile for his partner.

"I don't buy it. what aren't you telling me?" Sam asked, though he was getting to the point where he was starting to not expect an answer from G. He was therefore rather surprised when he got one that actually sounded like it could explain G's behaviour towards Deeks.

"He reminds me of how I used to be." Callen answered honestly. It was the truth. He had seen the similarities between himself and Marty, them both being undercover operatives, and damn good ones at that. They both wore masks at all times. Yeah, there was a lot of himself he could see in the younger man. Or course none of that had anything to do with his feelings for the guy. But those were the things he would not be sharing with Sam, ever if he could help it.

"You know that's not necessarily a good thing right?" Sam chuckled at the idea that Callen and Deeks were similar. I mean one talked none stop and the other barely said a word. He couldn't see it, though they did both have the ability to annoy him he supposed.

"He just needs to be given a chance Sam." Callen explain simply. If Sam was chuckling it meant he had accepted his words. Wouldn't try to pry any further. And that was all Callen wanted. For Sam to leave it alone and let himself get to know Marty.

"Alright I'll give him a chance, but one day you are going to have to tell me the truth." Sam replied with a nod. He had got enough from G to try and understand, for now at least. But he really would like to hear that full story at some point, not that he expected to, but he would like to.

"One day." Callen agreed readily though his smile was now his sneaky one which always made Sam roll his eyes.

"Yeah one day never, I know." He muttered good-humouredly. Glad to be back to their normal banter. He had missed that so far on this case, they hadn't spent much time together after all.

With that Callen grabbed his bag and turned to his partner. "Come on, let's go. I hear your couch calling my name." He said cheekily.

"You really need to get your own place G." Sam replied going over the same old argument they had pretty much on a daily basis. When would G settle down? He wasn't getting any younger after all.

"You saying you don't like me staying with you?" Came the standard reply which always made Sam chuckle. Did he like having someone who never really slept staying at his house? Someone who practised his languages most of the night and took apart all his electoral equipment? Did G really want him to answer that?

"You want me to answer that honestly?"

"No. Lie to me." Callen replied with a smirk as they made their way to the door. But rather than make any response to Callen's question Sam just pushed open the door and good-naturedly spoke one word.

"Move."

He had G's back, and they were fine. He could deal with Deeks being around for the rest of this case, and then it wouldn't be an issue right? I mean it wasn't like they would be working many cases with the guy. He was LAPD, and they didn't really work with then often, usually they just took over.