Hello again. I would like to thank Thevampiresrulez for the wonderful review.
So here is the next chapter, again it takes place in season 1, episode 20 'Fame'. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA nor any of the lines I have taken from the show.
It seemed that to help solve the case they had, Callen, Kensi and Deeks were going to have to go clubbing. They needed to infiltrate the high-end nightclub where there victim had been, and Deeks knew just how to do it, he just needed everyone else to agree to his plan.
"All right, this is a fantastic plan, but you don't just waltz into Balm, okay? I get in with the connection I worked hard to develop. Maybe Kensi gets in because she's hot, I'm just saying. Don't make it weird. But you? Only one way in for you." He said turning to look at G hoping he would let the comment about Kensi being hot slide. Of course that was never going to happen, but he could dream, right?
"Are you saying you don't think I'm hot Deeks?" Callen asked with a smirk enjoying how he seemed to squirm at his words and glare at him while he tried to think of a response. He loved how flustered he could make Marty with just a few words. Hmm, he might have to try and do this more often.
"I'm saying I really don't think you're the bouncer's type." Deeks finally said with a triumphant look in his eyes. He had found an answer which didn't even touch on his feelings for the man in front of him, but he was sure as hell going to make him pay for those words later, when they were alone.
"So I need money." Callen replied deciding to let Marty off the hook. He hadn't said he wasn't hot after all. And in all honesty with Kensi standing beside them and Sam listening in, the guy couldn't really say any else. He would have to get a proper answer out of him later, even if the look in Marty's eye told him he would be paying for it.
"And a lot of it. You gotta be ready to pay." Deeks responded glad that G had gone back to business. He wanted to get this wrapped so they could go home, together. After all G had promised him the night.
"How much are we talking?" Callen asked wondering what he would have to say to Hetty to get her to agree to whatever amount Marty wanted him to have. Oh that was not a conversation he wanted to have.
"Guys drop thirty grand a night." Deeks replied simply. There was no getting out of the figure.
"Yeah?" Sam asked with the raise of his eyebrow as he joined the conversation from where he was sitting at his desk. Was this guy serious? Thirty grand?
"Yeah." Deeks responded not understanding why these guys thought it would be anything else. I mean he had seen their cars, they were worth a lot. And he now knew they were company cars. So surely this wouldn't be a problem right?
"I'll tell you what, why don't you go ask Hetty for that, temp?" Sam replied with a smirk missing how Callen winced at his words. He couldn't wait to see Hetty rip Deeks a new one. It would make it worth having to put up with him for the day.
"Yeah, I'll go do that." Deeks chuckled before turning back to Callen. It was him who needed the money. But all the other man did was give him a look which seemed to say, you walked into that one, with a tilt of his head. No way, he couldn't be serious right? But one more look at Callen face he knew he was. Oh he really didn't want to do this, but he knew he had to. Damn it.
"I'll go. I'll go ask her." He conceded before making his way to Hetty's office. Time to try and see if he could get G what he needed.
Hetty was opening her mail when she saw him approach nervously. She had been watching how the team had been interacting all day, and she had noticed Nate's seeming fascination with her boys. She knew it would not take long for the phycologist to figure out just what was going on between Mr Callen and Mr Deeks, it was what she paid him for after all. Though from what she had seen no one else was any wiser on the subject. That was good, Mr Callen would tell the team when he was ready, and she wasn't about to push him.
"What can I do for you, Mr Deeks?" she asked kindly.
"I've been sent to ask you for funds to get into a nightclub undercover in an attempt to identify Roth and possibly Aubrey Darva's killer." Deeks replied trying not to wince under Hetty stare. Yep she was still scary, especially as she currently had a sharp object in her hand.
"That's uncharacteristically formal speech. You must be asking for a lot of money." She replied before moving so she could look around the man in front of her and see the rest of the team. They were all watching, Sam and Kensi as if they were expecting her to say no and couldn't wait to see the fireworks. But Mr Callen, while having a smile on his face which was similar to the others, she could see in his eyes a softness and a hope she wouldn't do it. And that one look made Hetty knew she wasn't going to say no. She would give Mr Deeks what they needed, but she would make sure he understood the stipulations she would put on it.
Of course this byplay was lost on the man in front of her who really didn't want to go back empty handed. He knew Sam had sent him in here to fail, so he really couldn't. He wanted G's partner to like him, or if not, then at least respect him. And to do that he would need to get this money. Therefore he sat so he could try and explain his reasoning.
"Listen here's the deal, okay? The only way I can get us all in is if I sell Callen as a big spender. And that means he needs to flash one of those credits cards with a no-questions-asked kind of limit."
At that Hetty stared at him for a moment before she opened the draw to pull out a silver card and showed it to him. "How about this one?" She asked, but rather than any words Deeks just coughed and pointed upwards. The limit needed to be higher than he knew the one in her hand had.
So Hetty went back for another card, pulling out a black one this time instead and holding it up. Seeing it Deeks nodded, that would do just fine.
"Fifty thousand dollar limit. However if more than five thousand dollars is charged to this card I will come for you, with my letter opener. Is that clear Mr Deeks?" Hetty asked politely handing him a piece of paper to sign.
"Got it. Wait, what? You want me to sign this? Because it's Callen's card." Deeks said when he realised what was happening. Why was he the one who was put in charge of making sure G didn't spend all the money? Not that he thought he would, but still.
"And you're the guarantor. I'm sure you can think of some way to make it so he doesn't over spend." Hetty replied smiling at him making Deeks smirk as he lowered his eyes to the paper. He could think of many ways to stop G from spending money, but he didn't think any of them were really suitable to do on an op, or in public for that matter.
Callen had watched Marty make his way to Hetty feeling a bit mean for making him go alone. But he couldn't show that to the rest of the team. He couldn't let them know what he was thinking or feeling. He saw the way Hetty looked around him to see what they were all up to and he couldn't help the slightly begging look he gave her. Hoping she would give Marty what he had gone to ask for. Therefore when Hetty arrived behind him and handed him the credit card he smiled widely at the man over her shoulder, even while Sam and Kensi gave him looks of disbelief. And when she told him to get up and go over to wardrobe he couldn't stop himself whispering "good job, Marty." To the man as walked past, brushing the backs of their hands together.
But that was then, and now he was here, standing in front of Hetty alone as she held up different shirts to him trying to find the right one. It was time for him to get some answers from her about just what it was she wanted with Marty.
"Why did you employ Deeks, Hetty?" he asked straightforwardly. He knew he wouldn't get much time for this conversation.
"Why did Mr Deeks come in without having enough sleep last evening, Mr Callen?" Hetty responded with, enjoying how that sentence made her lead agent swallow before he could speak again. Did he really expect this conversation to go any other way?
"The cops hate him, he's a terrible liaison." Callen continued, though not in censure. In fact Hetty was sure that right at this moment in time Mr Callen would not be able to find one wrong word to say about Mr Deeks. The first blush of every relationship, where you always wore rose tinted glasses. Oh how she loved those first few days. It also made Mr Callen a very easy target.
"But apparently he's a good bedfellow." She responded making Callen actually start choking at her words. Did she really just say that? Okay sure it was true. But still, really? It was then he caught sight of the smirk on her face and narrowed his eyes. Two could play this game and he wasn't going to give up without an answer.
"Now I know you didn't employ him to find me a boyfriend Hetty, so what the real reason?" He asked crossing his arms and raising his eyebrow at her.
"How do you know that isn't it?" Hetty asked with an innocent look on her face. Wondering what Mr Callen would say next. This conversation was most entertaining, for her at least.
"Because he isn't temporary, and I know you. You want him as an agent don't you?" Callen finally replied. It had suddenly clicked into place in his mind. Of course she wanted Deeks to work for her, he was good, He would do well in a place like this.
"Does it really matter Mr Callen? He is here, now." Hetty responded before shooing him towards the changing room with the clothes she had picked out for him. She wondered if he realised what he had just said, that Deeks wasn't temporary. Wondered if he knew what those words just confirmed to her. That he and Mr Deeks would not be finishing any time soon. Good.
"Okay," Callen conceded before turning round and facing the woman once more with a protective look on his face. "Just don't get him hurt."
"I could say the same to you. Mr Callen." Hetty replied before pulling the curtain closed ending the conversation. She had no intention of putting Mr Deeks in any danger. If only for the simple fact that she couldn't afford to lose Mr Callen when he went out to get him back. But no, she could never take him away from her boy, not now he had found him. He never had to fear she would do that.