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So here is the next chapter, again it is set in season 1, episode 20 'Fame'. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA nor any of the lines I have taken from the show.
Deeks stood, waiting in the wings as it were, for G and Kensi at Balm. He saw them as soon as they arrived, and it had nothing to do with the shortness of Kensi's skirt. He found his eyes being focused far more on G all dressed up. Damn he cleaned up fine. If fact he was so distracted staring at G, that he almost forgot that he needed to go and met them so they would be let in. Oops. Callen would have probably killed him if had let that happen.
Callen on the other hand was wondering where the hell Deeks was. He was supposed to put them on the guest list, but apparently they weren't on it. Of course it was at that moment Marty arrived wearing a conservative sweater over a shirt and tie. It was a geeky look, but somehow Marty managed to pull it off with panache, and Callen forgot all about being irritated with him for leaving them hanging, and just enjoyed the view as he followed him into the club with Kensi on his arm.
When they entered he managed to keep in his role, even if he didn't appreciate the way the hostess rubbed Deeks arms and pulled him in for a kiss on the cheek. It wasn't like he was his to be possessive about after all, and she did call him Tim, so Marty was obviously undercover here. That was fine, they all had to do thing when undercover that they wouldn't do normally. He really needed to get a handle on his feelings before they blew this op. Damn it really shouldn't be this hard, but he was no doubt just tired what with not sleeping for over 24 hours. Yeah that had to be it.
Deeks of course wasn't to overjoyed at the idea of watching women fawn all over G for the evening just because he had 'money'. Especially when he had hoped by now to be at home in his bed with the man in question at his side. No this part of the night was not his idea of fun that was for sure. He just hoped it picked up later. But he still had a job to do, they all did. And when Kensi spotted Aubrey Darva in the crowd, the op changed, just as they always did. Undercover was fluid after all.
So Deeks went and did his thing with Kensi, calling her Fern because he could, getting her integrated with Aubrey. And once he had finished he made his way back to G. At least they could sit together and talk while they waited for the girls to bond. It would give them a chance to spend some time together that night.
"Fern. That your doing hu? Kensi is going to kill you." Callen said as Marty sat down next to him, in a place that most would think was a little too close, though in Callen's mind it wasn't close enough.
"You'll protect me right?" Deeks asked cheekily as he carefully slide even closer to the G. He wanted to touch him, grab him, hell he wanted to kiss him. But that would blow both the covers he was currently working, the one where there was nothing going on between him and G, and Tim.
"Are you going to pay me protection to do so?" Callen murmured in his ear as he pretended to turn and look behind them, though in truth he just wanted to make the younger man next to him shiver at the feel of his breath against his skin. He was so damn responsive. Callen loved it.
"I'm pretty sure that's illegal." Deeks gasped in reply moving his hand so he could pinch the back of G's thigh, hoping to get him to behave. They were here to work, not flirt. Which really was a shame.
"You going to arrest me then, Deeks?" Callen chuckled sitting back and giving the guy some space. He really should behave, but he was having fun.
"And how long would the handcuffs stay on if I did that?" Deeks asked with suggestive look even as he raised his eyebrow at the man next to him. Hmm, the idea of G in handcuffs, he could definitely work that one into many different scenarios in his mind, all of which involved minimal to no clothing and none of them suitable for police station. Though his question still stood. He was sure G knew exactly how to pick handcuffs, he looked the bad boy type. It was one of his sexiest qualities in Deeks mind. The ability to look the bad boy, while actually being one of the good guys.
"Why don't you try it and find out?" Callen suggested with a smirk, knowing exactly what ideas where going through Marty head when it came to him and handcuffs, probably because they were going through his own as well.
This conversation, so full of innuendos and looks that could strip the clothes of each other bodies, was interrupted by Kensi's call that Aubrey was in trouble. It took less than a second for the two men to go from flirtatious suggestions to team leader and LAPD liaison. And not much more for them to find themselves standing opposite each other with their guns drawn, and Aubrey being held hostage between them.
"Drop the gun. Let her go." Callen shouted at the man, not wanting to take the shot while there were people between them who could get caught in the crossfire.
"No way man, I'll pop her." The man replied bringing his gun up to rest against Aubrey's ribs. This was not going the way they had wanted it to.
Callen was just wondering what to do, whether he should try to take the shot or not when he heard Deeks voice.
"I got it, Callen."
But he knew he couldn't let the detective take the shot. For one he had no idea how good he was with a gun, and for two the suspect's finger would tense on the trigger as soon as the bullet was fired.
"I'm walking out of here. Now." The man said aiming to use Aubrey as his shield. They wouldn't shot as long as he had her in front of him.
Hearing the words Callen made a decision. "You need to move now, Deeks." He said, waiting until the man in front of him removed the gun from against Aubrey to swing it towards the man behind him. Callen watched it all with the calm clarity he always had in these situations. He watched Marty duck down as he saw the gun come his way and as soon as he was clear from his line of fire he pulled the trigger, ending the life of this latest scumbag.
It wasn't until they had cleared the guy's gun and checked that he really was dead that he found his eyes meeting the bright blue ones he cared too much for, only to see some sort of shield had come over them shutting them off from him. What the hell was that about? But he didn't have time to quiz Marty about it now, but he would. He would find out what was up with the guy, later. Why was it always later?
It wasn't until they returned to the office that Callen finally found his chance to have the talk he knew he needed to have with Marty. They had left Kensi in the boatshed with Aubrey and so it was only the two of them as they returned, getting an update from Eric on the way. Only the two of them in the deserted corridor when they came through the front door. Callen couldn't let this go on any longer.
"So it looks like we going to have to take a rain check on our evening." He said quietly with a smile on his lips, hoping to get back the man he had been talking to before the shit had hit the fan.
"Yeah I got that." Deeks replied evenly. His tone not revealing anything, just as his eyes didn't. Callen had no idea what he had done wrong, well guess he was just going to have to ask wasn't he?
"Deeks what's wrong?" He said grabbing the other man's arm so he had to stop walking and they were now facing each other in the corridor, standing close. But this time it was because neither of them wanted anyone else to overhear this conversation, and for no other reason.
"Nothing Callen, I'm fine." Deeks replied trying to pull his arm from the others grip, only to find he couldn't. Damn he was strong when he wanted to be.
"Marty, what is it?" Callen asked almost in a whisper, as if just calling Deeks by his first name would make everyone descend upon them and what to know why he was doing it.
At that Deeks looked into G eyes and he knew he couldn't lie to him. He had to find out the answer to the question that was at the forefront of his mind ever since Callen hadn't let him take the shot and had done it himself instead. I mean that spoke volumes to him, and it hurt, damn it. It hurt like hell. He had thought they had… something. But he was getting the idea that he had been wrong. "Why didn't you let me take the shot G? is that you don't trust me?" He asked his shuttered eyes opening up to the man in front of him, showing his hurt and confusion at the only conclusion he could come up with.
"No. I trust you, I do." Callen practically growled. He couldn't let Marty think that, because it wasn't true. Okay sure, he didn't trust him completely, but then he didn't trust anyone completely. The only people who were remotely close to getting that amount of trust from him were Hetty and Sam, and even then it wasn't 100%. And honestly, He and Marty barely knew each other outside the bedroom. So no, he couldn't give him his complete trust, but he had given him what he could. He had given him himself in private. That was the only trust he was able to give right now. But he didn't want Marty to know that. Didn't want him to be hurt by something that he wasn't willing to explain, not yet. So instead he gave his second reason for the decision he had made that evening. "The guy had his gun against Aubrey. If he had heard a shot he would have pulled the trigger. I needed him to move the gun so she didn't get hurt."
"And that's it, the only reason?" Deeks asked hope filtering back into his eyes at G's words. At the look in his eyes when he had told him he trusted him. Maybe he had jumped to conclusions, maybe he was just tired and wary after being around new people and relationships he didn't really understand all day.
"Yeah, the only reason." Callen replied forcing himself to say it completely truthfully. He was a good liar after all, he had been doing it all his life, and he could get Marty to believe this.
"Okay." Deeks nodded after a second of staring into G's eyes and seeing nothing but honestly. Okay, that actually made sense. And with that Deeks relaxed, giving G a genuine smile for the first time since the shooting had occurred.
"So you reporting your girlfriend to the LAPD?" Callen asked with a smirk as he let go of Marty's arm, glad to have solved that issue with the man. Though there was an undertone to his words he couldn't hide, and a bite when he said girlfriend. Which made Deeks chuckle.
"She's not my girlfriend G." He replied with a smile hoping G would accept his words.
"Really? You could have fooled me." Callen responded with a smirk of his own, but rather than laugh at his words Deeks narrowed his eyes and quickly looked up and down the corridor before he moved as if to wrap his arms around G, but really so he could open the door which was in the wall behind him and push him into the room beyond. A room with a furnace in it. Not what he expected to see that was for sure, but that didn't matter. He needed to get back to his conversation with G, who was now standing there staring at him with his eyebrows raised.
"Are you jealous?" Deeks asked as he shut the door behind them and then leaned back on it so he would know if anyone tried to open it from the other side.
"No." Callen responded immediately. He and Marty did not have a relationship, their… thing was not something where either of them had the right to be jealous. And he wasn't. Marty was hot and damn good in bed, but it stopped there. Okay he may care for the guy, but it really was nothing… more.
Deeks nodded his head as he hummed in agreement before he reached out and pulled G to him by the jacket he was still wearing. Pulling him into his arms and lowering his head so he could murmur "cos you know, you have no reason to be." into the older man's ear before placing kisses down his neck.
"Good to know, but I'm not, and we are not doing this here." Callen replied, though he didn't try and push Marty from him. No instead he pushed his hands into his hair and held him closer. They really shouldn't be doing this here, but Callen knew after what had happened that evening, it was something they both needed. A moment of closeness with the other.
"No one's watching." Deeks responded with a smirk against the soft skin under his lips. He was very happy where he was right then, he would prefer not to move, especially as it seemed they would be working through the night.
"Hetty is always watching." Was Callen's answer, with a smirk of his own at the groan that caused the other man to give him before he raised his head and they were staring into each other's eyes, seeing the desire both held and the wish that they could do what they really wanted to do right now. But they both knew they couldn't, just as they both knew they would be able to as soon as this case was put to bed.
"Really with Hetty, again?" Deeks grumbled, though he did let G take a step back so they were a respectable distance apart, even if it may have taken a couple of seconds for his arms to fall away from the other man.
"Get back to work Deeks." Callen replied with a smile for the younger man. A smile that held a promise of later.
"Fine, but I'm holding you to that rain check." Deeks responded with a sigh before pulling himself away from the door and opening it to check the corridor was still clear before he made his way out, running his hand through his hair so it would fall back into place after having G's fingers running through it.
And Nate, who was standing in the shadows watched him walk away. He then turned back and watched Callen exit the same room with his secretive smile on his face before he masked his features and went back to work. Oh yes, there was definitely something going on between Marty Deeks and G Callen. Of that Nate now had proof from what he had seen, and what he had overheard. Not that he was going to say anything, but it was a dynamic he knew he would have to watch out for in the team. It was defiantly going to complicate things, but Nate could also see the benefits of this relationship. Callen needed someone who could get close to him and show him a world he didn't really understand, and it looked like Deeks was the perfect candidate.