Hello again my dears. I would like to thank Guest for the lovely review.

So here is the next chapter, again it's 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.

Callen was in the shooting range with Hetty, briefing her on all they had found out, and how the LAPD didn't want to play ball with them on this one. Not that he cared too much about that. He would do whatever it took to find Marty.

Just then Hetty's phone rang and while Callen could only hear her side of the conversation, all five words of it, it piqued his interest but he knew better than to ask her who it had been from.

Hetty on the other hand looked up at the man in front of her and she knew she couldn't withhold the information she had just received. Not from him.

"That was Mr Deeks, he is okay." She said calmly watching with a small smile at the affect her words had on her boy. It was as if all the tension suddenly left his body as he looked at her with relief bright in his eyes.

"What? Where is he?" Callen asked the only thing in his mind. He needed to see him. Needed to touch him to know he was really okay. To know that Marty really was still alive.

"I have a meeting with him, now. Find Mr Lazik, Mr Callen." Hetty replied simply turning to towards the door, not that she really expected Mr Callen to leave it at that.

"No. I'm coming with you." Callen responded making Hetty sigh as she turned back to him.

"Mr Deeks called me." She explained hoping he understood what she wasn't saying. The detective had sounded shaken up on the phone, and she doubted he would appreciate Mr Callen seeing him like that. Not when it would be the first time in so long.

"I don't care. Either you let me come or I will follow you." Callen stated. He didn't care what reason Hetty had for trying to keep him away from Marty, he didn't care if he didn't want to see him, if he had forgotten all about them. He just needed to see him with his own eyes.

"Very well. But you must remain out of sight until I have talked to him, is that clear Mr Callen?" Hetty responded sternly. She would not have him upsetting Mr Deeks.

"Crystal." Callen nodded. It was better than nothing, and he was sure he could find a way to get to see him, somehow.

Hetty sat in the same bar that she had given Mr Deeks the papers to sign to become there LAPD liaison. She sat there with a nice cup of tea, and playing Russian scrabble to pass the time. She heard the door open and someone walk towards her. She knew who it was.

"We were beginning to think you were dead." She said as she placed a new tile down on the board.

"Not yet, maybe tomorrow." Came Deeks' quiet reply causing her to turn and look at his battered face. He had been through so much, she could see it in his eyes, and all she wanted to do was give him the comfort he so obviously needed. But not yet, first they needed to talk. Signalling for him to sit and ordering him a cup of tea she turned back to the man now across from her, waiting to see what he would say.

"How's Callen?" Deeks asked, it was the only question he was able to formulate. He knew how he had felt when he believed G to be dead and he didn't want anyone to feel like that. Of course now he knew he loved him, he also wondered if there was any chance he felt the same way, Hetty's answer to his question could give him some idea about that.

"He has missed you." Hetty replied honestly. There was nothing more she could say to that, not with the man in question listening to every word they both spoke.

"I've missed him too." Deeks responded with a small smile, hoping he would be able to see him soon, once the case was over, once he had nailed the guy who had…

"You are not too badly hurt." Hetty said pulling his mind from his jumbled thoughts. Pulling it back to the here and now.

"I'm stinging all over here. I was in Emilio's car and his remote for his security gate malfunctioned, so I jumped out to open it and… you know, a few seconds either way, of course, and… so Emilio's body guards threw me in the back of their car and got me to a doctor. Which in retrospect, I was pretty sure was a vet. He patched me up and shot me with a horse tranquiliser and put me out for fifteen hours. When I came to, I… I tried to call her but she-" At that Deeks found himself trailing off. He had just been in an explosion and lost one of his closest friends of the last few months. It was too much, this was all just too much.

"Detective Traynor." Hetty supplied making Deeks have to swallow as he heard her name before he finished his tale.

"Too late."

Callen, who was standing behind the doors listening to the words being spoken leaned his head back against them as he swallowed to stop himself from bursting through. Marty sounded so hurt and lost, and so very much alone. He wanted to go to him, but he couldn't, not yet. He had promised to let Hetty talk first. But when she was done, nothing would stop him from taking Marty in his arms and holding him, for as long as he needed him to.

He listened as the conversation went on, and he heard how Marty's voice caught as he talked about the girls Lazik wanted to bring in. It made him want to kill the guy purely for upsetting him like this. He also heard how Marty wanted to finish the op, he knew that wasn't a good idea. There was a chance he had been made, but he could also here the determination in his voice. Marty wanted to make sure his partners death was not in vein. Maybe Kensi had been right, maybe there was something more to detective Traynor and Marty, but that didn't matter now. Nothing mattered now but the broken man Hetty was sending to their safe house.

Hetty watched detective Deeks walk through the door before she called to their audience.

"Mr Callen. Go look after him, make sure he rests." She said as he walked through the doors to the kitchen.

"I will. Can you make sure the team know he's safe?" Callen asked as he started to move forwards. He needed to see to Marty.

"Of course, take your time." Hetty responded with a smile as he walked out without a backwards glance. She just hoped he could help the wounded man, and make sure Mr Deeks did not do anything reckless.

Deeks was at the safe house. He didn't know what to do. He knew Hetty was right and he needed to rest, but all he wanted was to go out and find Lazik. Go out and finish what he and Jess had started, and make her death meant something. Instead he just found himself standing in the livingroom of some random apartment staring at nothing as he tried to work through the jumbled thoughts in his mind. Or at least that was what he did until he heard someone unlock the door behind him, he turned quickly, reaching out for a book that was on side to use as a weapon. Not that it would do any good against a gun, but it was better than nothing. It slipped through his fingers when he saw who was walking through the door.

"G." he whispered, his eyes filling once more with tears at the sight of the man in front of him. The man he loved and who he had been sure he would never get back to.

"Marty." Callen replied moving quickly to take the younger man in his arms and hold him close, letting his body relax into his and doing nothing more than stroking his hair and back as he felt the silent tears fall from the man in his arms. He didn't say anything, he didn't move. He just stood there and held Marty while he cried for all that had happened, for the partner he had lost, and for the hell he had been through the last five months.

When the tears seemed to have stopped falling, and Marty's body had stopped shaking Callen pulled away slightly so he could look into Marty's tired and tortured blue eyes.

"You need rest." He said not commenting on what had just happened. He didn't care why Marty he was crying, all he cared about was that he was there for him. That he would always be there for him.

Deeks nodded at G's words, grabbing onto them as a lost child would its parents hand. He would do anything G said right then, because it meant he didn't have to think for himself. No instead he could leave that to the person he loved, the person he trusted most in the world, and he could finally let himself feel safe.

At Marty's acceptance Callen took his hand and guided him to the bedroom, where he lay them both down, fully clothed, and held him in his arms as Marty's head rested upon his chest.

It was the same position he had always slept in when he was G, and therefore Deeks found his eyes closing easily, and a small smile appearing on his face as he felt G's fingers running through his hair. Yes, this was what he wanted, what he needed right then. He was back where he belonged.

Callen lay there gently soothing the man with him until he heard his breathing even out and he knew that Marty was asleep. It was then he let himself go and he started to shake. He had been so close to losing him, hearing Marty's words to Hetty showed him just how close he had been. He could never be that close again. Not when he didn't know where he was or what he was doing. He knew the job they did was dangerous, there was always a chance they wouldn't come home, but if Marty had been working a NCIS op, they would have been there to back him up. They, he, would have known where to find him when it all went wrong. He had hated the not knowing, and he hated that Marty had had to go through all that alone. He was not going to let that happen again.

He was pulled from his thoughts by his phone vibrating, and pulling it out carefully he saw it was Sam. Moving off the bed, while making sure Marty didn't stir he moved to the other side of the room to answer the call.

"Callen."

"Hey, we've got a lead on Lazik." Sam replied down the phone. He wasn't sure where G was, but he had a good idea. Hetty had told them she had put Deeks up in a safe house, no doubt his partner had gone to make sure the guy was okay, and see if he had any intel they could use.

"On my way." Callen responded hanging up as his eyes turned to the man who was still asleep on the bed. Moving over so he could sit beside him he brushed the hair from Marty's face before lowering his head and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I'll be back soon, be safe." He whispered before he stood carefully and made his way out of the room and the apartment. He needed to get back to work, so he could find Lazik before he found Marty.

Deeks on the other hand opened his eyes when he heard the door close. He knew he should stay here and wait for G to return, but he also knew he was the only one who could get the sick bastard who had killed his partner. With that thought he pulled himself up off of the bed and headed out the door. His mind had settled again, and he was thinking clearer than he had in a long time. It was time to finish this.