Hello again my dears. So here is the next chapter, I know it's a little shorter than usual, but I hope you like it anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA.
Deeks was sitting on his couch staring into space. He knew he should get up and shower, and maybe then try to get some sleep. But all he could think of was how he had lost so much. He had lost Jess, and he had lost G. And he didn't want to close his eyes, because he knew as soon as he did he would have dreams filled with explosions and death. Not really conducive to a good rest. He was a fool, he should have stayed around and tried to explain to G that nothing had happened between him and his partner, explain that all he had been trying to do was protect her honour. But he hadn't and now he had no way to telling him. He had no idea where he was to go and find him. He didn't even know where the guy lived for god's sake.
He was once more trying to psych himself up off of the couch and into the shower when he heard someone at his door. But they didn't knock. No they were picking his lock, a little too efficiently for his liking. So grabbing his gun he sat there and waited for them to enter. It really was not a good time to try and rob him, he was definitely not in the mood.
Callen arrived at Marty's door and raised his hand to knock. But he stopped. He didn't want to give Marty the chance to turn him away, and if he wasn't there, he didn't want to have to wait outside for him to come home. So instead he pulled out his lock picks, at least if Marty wasn't home he could wait for him inside. And if he was, well it wasn't the first time he had broken into his home was it? The guy really needed to get a more secure lock on his door. This one was way too easy, anyone could get in. it took him seconds to have the door opened and he was walking through. He made his way straight to the livingroom, only to find Marty sitting there pointing a gun at the doorway. He instantly raised his hands in surrender and waited for the other man to speak. Maybe he should have knocked after all.
"Don't you knock?" Deeks grumbled as he lowered the gun, not expecting an answer. Though he couldn't stop the longing look that came to his eyes when he saw the man he loved standing in his livingroom. Of course that brought the question as to why he was there to his mind.
"What do you want G?" He asked with a sigh, not sure how this conversation was going to go. But knowing he really didn't have the energy for much.
"Don't do that again." Callen replied making Deeks look at him with confusion and sit up. What was he talking about? Was it pointing a gun at him? or the whole holding a gun to a handcuffed suspect thing? Because he could understand that one, it really wasn't one of his better moments… or maybe he meant being with Jess? Not that he was, but was Callen saying that he wanted something more between them? That he felt something more? Was there a chance?
"Do what?" he asked cautiously trying to keep the hope at bay but failing miserably when confronted by the man still standing in the doorway to his livingroom. He couldn't help but hope that him being there meant something.
"Go off on your own." Callen replied calmly keeping his emotions disguised with shear willpower. He wanted nothing more than to cross the room and take Marty in his arms and tell him all was forgiven, but he couldn't. There was nothing for him to forgive after all. And that wasn't why he was here, plus Marty had given no sign that that was what he wanted him to do. So he was going to have to stay right here, a nice safe distance and say what he came to say, and that was it. He would have to keep his hands to himself.
"Why not?" Deeks asked standing so he and G were now at the same level and the man was no longer looking down at him. Also this way he could move across the room to G at the slightest hint that that was what he wanted, that he still wanted him.
At that Callen sighed. He wanted to come up with some proper work reason but the only words that came into his head where the ones that forced their way out of his mouth.
"Because I can't lose you."
Silence followed that sentence. But Callen looking into Marty's eyes saw what he thought was a spark of hope, or at least that was what he decided to take it as. Therefore he said more, it was time to give Marty some more of his trust and hope he felt remotely the same. "I care for you too much to ever lose you."
Deeks heard the words as if they were an answer to his prayers. He didn't say anything in response just moved so he was standing in front of G, his hand moving to his cheek and stroking it gently as he felt wonder course through him that he had another chance. That he could still be with the man he loved. It was time to tell G the truth, oh not about his feelings, that would probably make the man run as fast he could in the opposite direction, but about Jess.
"I didn't sleep with Jess." He said quietly, hoping G could read the sincerity in his eyes at them.
And Callen did. He saw that Marty was speaking the truth, and the lump he had being feeling in his gut disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. Marty was still his, and he now knew that, he couldn't let him go again. But he was the one who had put down the rules, and he had to stick to them. He didn't date co-workers, and he didn't date law enforcement. It was far too complicated. What that meant for them he didn't know, and right then he didn't really care. He had Marty back, and that was all that mattered right now.
"It doesn't matter, we're not dating." He replied with a smile as he moved towards the man in front of him, bringing his own hand up to run it through his hair before he settled it on the back of Marty's neck.
"I know. But I didn't. You're the only one I want G." Deeks whispered in response, causing G's heart to soar, not that he would be thinking too hard about the why of that feeling. He just liked it.
"Me too." Callen whispered back as their lips moved ever closer, both of them pulling the other nearer with every word they spoke.
"You only want you?" Marty asked with a smirk and a raise of his eyebrow, not being able to stop the jokey part of himself coming out to relieve the tension that had filled the room the moment G had arrived.
"Shut up, Marty." Callen replied with a shake of his head before he pulled Marty's head down and they kissed for the first time in so long, and it was perfect.
Much later, once Callen had made Deeks shower and cleaned him up they lay in bed together. Deeks once more with his head resting on Callen's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. He was back with his man, and while he had no idea what would happen from there on, he didn't care. He had G, and that was all he wanted right then.
"I missed you." he said quietly into the dark, unaware that G had listened to his conversation with Hetty and had heard him say those words to her.
"I missed you too." Callen replied with a smile. He was back, Marty was back where he belonged, and he wasn't going to let him ago again for a very long time.
"What happens now?" Deeks asked wondering where they were this time. Wondering what this all meant. Wondering what would come of their declarations that they were the only ones they wanted.
"I don't know." Callen responded honestly. He didn't want to think about anything more than lying here with Marty once more in his arms.
"Okay." Deeks replied understanding that G couldn't give him more than that. They would have each other like this, and they would go back to making sure no one knew. He could do that, as long as he had G, he could do anything. With that thought Deeks closed his eyes and let himself fall into a surprisingly peaceful sleep, happy in the knowledge he was safe and sound with G.
And Callen lying there running his fingers through Marty's hair just relaxed back and enjoyed the moment, the moment he hoped they could relive many more times. As he did so he felt his eyes start to close, and for the first time, G Callen slept with Marty Deeks in his arms. And even if it was only for a couple of hours, it was enough for him to smile in the knowledge that somewhere inside himself he really did trust his man.