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So here is the next chapter. It is set in season 2, episode 1, 'Human Traffic'. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA nor any of the lines I have taken from the show.

It was five months since Deeks had gone undercover. Five months since Callen had last seen him, and so much had happened in that time. But still his dreams were full of the fluffy haired, blue eyed detective. Even when he dreamed of chasing the man he had seen at the cemetery when he was visiting his sister's grave. Even that man had become Marty, his chasing him, trying to find him. But still he failed. He should be used to that by now, he should have forgotten the guy, but he couldn't. Was this how Marty had been when he thought he was dead, only without the hope? He hoped not, because it really wasn't a fun way to live.

But those thoughts did not matter right then, because he was asleep and dreaming. Dreaming of chasing the unidentified man, but instead of becoming Marty when he caught him, he had disappeared. Now what the hell did that mean? Callen opened his eyes only to find Hetty sitting there watching him. Well that's not creepy at all. Damn, now he even sounded like Marty.

"Did you catch him this time? You were twitching like a sleeping dog." Hetty asked, wondering abstractly when Callen would tell her that he spent his night chasing the man of his dreams, no pun intended. She knew what she was about to say would not make him happy, therefore she was trying to put it off as long as she could with talk of other things, of thoughts of other times.

"Well, you know what they say about sleeping dogs." Callen replied pulling himself into a sitting position trying to turn Hetty away from his dream. But one look at her face he knew he hadn't succeeded. "I didn't catch him." He conceded, without telling her that he knew who it was he was chasing. It was Marty. It was always Marty in the end. But she didn't need to know that.

"Lose him on the metro?" Hetty asked happy to continue her conversation about Callen's dreams for a little longer. Anything to stall for time to put off saying what she had to say to the man who was the closest thing she ever had to a son.

"No I chased him into a building. Downtown. And no, I didn't see his face." Callen replied as he remembered his dream. Okay he had lied. He knew who his subconscious put under that hood, it was always Marty. But he hadn't told anyone that fact.

"I wonder what Nate would make of that." Hetty commented, looking to the side. She had heard her phycologist's reports on Mr Callen, and she knew there was a lot he wasn't telling her. But then there was a lot she was not sharing with him. Like why she was there, watching him sleep, trying to find the right words to explain the one thing that she knew would crush his soul.

"Same thing as he made of it last month. And the month before that. Unresolved identity issues." Callen responded looking at his phone to see if there was anything there. Not that he expected there to be, but he couldn't help from checking every morning, to see if Marty had suddenly finished his op and come back to him.

"You need somewhere to live Mr Callen." Hetty replied in exasperation. If they managed to find Mr Deeks, he would need somewhere to stay after all. Somewhere safe where he could be looked after, preferably by the man at her side. And that was not an if, but a when they found him. Yes, they would find him, her boy would find him.

"I'm staying at Sam's." Callen responded. He wasn't ready to think about the idea of getting himself a home. No. the only homes he had ever known were gone, and if there was any chance of him finding another, then… it wouldn't stand a chance of being a home without Marty. And he wasn't here.

"I need you to get a restful sleep Mr Callen." Hetty replied still not able to say the words she knew she had to. She hated this.

"Why?" Callen asked wondering where this determination that he find somewhere to live came from.

"Because someone has gone missing." Hetty sighed. She really wished she was not the barer of this bad news.

"Who?" Callen asked sitting up straight, he did not have a good feeling about this.

"Mr Deeks." Hetty responded, waiting for an explosion from the man at her side for not telling her that straight away. But all she got was calm. A terrifying calm as Callen stared into her eyes and asked one simple question.

"When?"

With that Hetty proceeded to tell him all she knew. She hoped he didn't go all lone wolf on her to find the man she knew he cared for, but he surprised her. His only words were "call in the team." Before he moved to have a quick shower and then make his way to ops, no doubt to terrorise Eric into telling him everything he had. She wanted to warn Sam to look out for him, but she knew she couldn't. She would just have to trust in Mr Callen's partner to have his back, no matter what crazy thing he did.

Callen couldn't believe it. Marty had gone missing. Damn LAPD for not having his back. He would kill them. But his first priority was finding Marty. He knew he couldn't do it alone, so he got Hetty to get him the help he needed. He needed Sam to have his back, because he knew he certainly wouldn't be watching it, just as he knew if Marty found Callen coming after him alone he would not be happy. So the whole team would look, he was their liaison after all a member of their team, and they would find him, alive. And then he was never going to let him go undercover without him knowing every single detail again. Simple as that, even if he had to lock him up in his apartment, he was never going to let Marty go off alone again.

Sam and Kensi both responded quickly to Hetty's call, though Sam was seriously tired, but that was what practically living G did to you. He didn't sleep so Sam couldn't either. Oh man, G needed to settle down and find his own place, because Sam was almost at the end of his tether with the guy. But right now they had a case, he had no idea what, though he could see the tension screaming off his partner as everyone gathered in ops for Eric to brief them.

"Early this morning, I got a call from LAPD. They've lost contact with detective Deeks. He's been on an extended undercover assignment since he left us." Hetty stated and hearing her words Sam turned to see how G was taking the news. But all he saw was a blank face and a deadly calm look in his partner eyes. It made him think of being in the eye of the storm, and he just knew he didn't want to be in the way when G finally exploded. He expected him to ask Hetty questions, but when G remained quiet Sam asked them instead.

"How long has he been out of contact?"

"Yesterday afternoon." Hetty replied simply, though her eyes like his keep cutting towards the silent team leader.

"It's kinda soon to be hitting the panic button isn't it?" Sam asked with a huff of disbelief that the LAPD had already called them in. He was sure the messy haired kid was fine.

Of course then Eric proceeded to show them the pictures of what remained of Deeks' target's car, and that got Sam worried. He could see G's hands tighten on the table behind him when he saw them, but that was the only response they got. The team leader's face remained impassive. In fact the only time G gave any sign of emotion was when Hetty told them that Deeks' case officer, Jess Traynor, was waiting to brief them.

At the name he narrowed his eyes. So that was who was responsible for not having Marty's back? He better be okay, or he was going to make her pay.

Detective Jess Traynor stood in the boatshed waiting for the NCIS team to join her. From what he had said she had figured out the man Marty loved was a member of this elite unit, and she couldn't help herself wonder who it was. And wonder if he felt the same for her friend as he did for him. Well she was about to find out she guessed. I mean no one could hide the hurt and worry they would feel if the one they loved had gone missing. It wasn't possible in her mind. So all she had to do was see who was the most upset. Of course running these things through her mind keep her from thinking about what she was pretty sure had happened to Marty. She didn't except him to be alive, not now, not after 16 hours without contract. Something had gone seriously wrong, and she had no idea what it was. But when she found out, she was going to make them pay. She would find the dirty cop in the LAPD and she would make sure they knew that she would not let them get away with killing her partner, killing her friend.

Suddenly she heard the door open behind and turned to see three people walking towards. She dismissed the woman even though she looked concerned. Marty had told her he was in love with a man. So instead she turned to the two in the room. The African-American guy looked worried, but not overly so, more concern for an acquaintance. But when she turned to the other man, when she looked into his blue eyes she felt her breath freeze inside her. He looked like he would like nothing more than to do her serious harm. There was no question about the pain and worry, not to mention the desire for revenge she saw in him. There was also no question in her mind that this man loved Marty just as much as he had loved him. It broke her heart to see, especially as she was pretty sure Deeks wasn't coming back. She wanted to say something comforting, but before she could he turned to the screen and the pictures of the dead men came up. So he wanted to be all business did he? She could do that.

Callen registered in the back of his mind that detective Traynor was watching him with sympathy in her eyes, but he didn't care. He needed to know what Marty had been working on, so he could find him and save him. He would not, no could not, let any other idea else enter his mind. Marty was alive and out there, waiting for them. He would find him. He had to.

The briefing didn't take long, but detective Traynor did give them a new name to play with. Radovan Lazik. They walked her back to her car talking, but still Callen thought she was holding something back from them, from him. He just had no idea what it was. Then Kensi suggested that the detective liked Deeks, and Callen wasn't a fan of that idea. Not that it was any of his concern if Marty had been sleeping with his partner. He didn't own the guy, and it had been a long time, even if the thought did hurt, just a little. But whatever her secret was, when they turned to see if they could get it, the car she had just climbed into blew to high heaven, leaving them without answers and even more questions. The main one on Callen's mind being, where was Marty?