And again, hello my darlings. So this chapter takes place throughout season 2, episode 3 'Borderline'. This is the only chapter from this episode as nothing much changes. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA, nor any of the lines I have taken from the show.
The time soon came when LAPD wanted their best undercover detective back, but before Callen would let Marty go he insisted on knowing all the details. He wasn't about to let what happened last time happen again.
Luckily this time it was a quick and easy op where Deeks had to go undercover as a homeless man. When he showed Callen his clothes the man quickly stood back. He had wondered what that crap was in Marty's fridge, and now he knew. It really was a crap.
"You have method when you go undercover as homeless person. They wouldn't believe you if you smell like you've just stepped out of a spa." Deeks explained as he pulled out his old faithful coat he lovingly called Artie.
"I wouldn't know about that." Callen replied shaking his head at how lovingly Marty was looking over the godawful smelling coat.
"The superspy never had to be homeless?" Deeks snarked back, not liking the look G was giving his best undercover disguise.
"Not for a cover." Callen replied quietly, not wanting to mention the number of times he had run away from foster homes and lived on the streets before he was picked up.
Deeks heard his words but pretended that he didn't. He knew G didn't want to talk about it, so he would let it go, for now.
"Well this is my ticket into that world." He said as if he was continuing without G saying anything, the other man looked at him gratefully before he turned back to the coat with a frown, though not from the smell, he had got used to it by now.
"You'll call, if you get into trouble, right?" Callen asked turning his troubled eyes onto the younger man.
Deeks took one look in his eyes and put the coat down, before he moved to take G in his arms.
"Yes mom, I'll call you every day while I'm away." He said with a smirk causing G to narrow his eyes at him and suddenly he found himself with his face in his coat and his arms twisted behind his back. Note to self, don't call G mom.
"Uncle, uncle." he shouted glad when G finally let him go with a chuckle. Turning to look at the man he saw he was now over the other side of the room.
"See you when you're done." Callen said before quickly leaving the apartment. He knew he couldn't stop Marty taking undercover assignments from the LAPD, what with him officially working for them. But that didn't stop him slipping a tracker on the guy's coat while he pinned him down now did it? At least that way he would know where he was at all times. It was only sensible in Callen's mind.
It was only a few days later that Marty returned to NCIS, cleaning himself up and getting ready to return to his work as their liaison. His return coincided with the return of Nate who was somewhat different from his time away. But that didn't stop him from cornering Callen to see how he and Deeks were getting along. Of course he got the usual evasion techniques from the other man, but he also saw the smile on his lips, and the looks he and the detective threw at each other across the bullpen. Things were working well then, they didn't need him. That was good. Especially as he was considering not staying around.
They had a new case, marines on patrol of the border had gone missing, and as such Deeks found himself being tasked with going out in the desert with Kensi. He hated the desert. He was a surfer, he loved the water, and he did not enjoy the dry land in a desert, people died out there. Therefore he tried to find a way out of it.
"Here's the thing. I'm more of a city mouse, yeah? So maybe we should send the former navy SEAL into the desert with Kensi, yeah?" He said hopefully, looking towards G hoping he would let him work with him rather than go out in that dry, nasty place. But all he got back was a smirk which told him he wasn't going to get what he wanted, damn him.
"It will be good experience for you, Deeks." Callen responded seeing the begging look in Marty's eyes but refusing it. There was no way he could work with the guy. It was bad enough keeping his hands off of him when they worked on the same team, if they worked together? No he couldn't see that going well. It would bring the personal into the professional and he was Marty's team leader. He had to behave as such.
"Right, and I'm all for good experiences, it's just I don't know if you've noticed or not, but I've got this ivory complexion, kind of fair skin, tend to burn easily…" Deeks tried to say, asking silently to G if he really wanted him back looking like a lobster. But instead of answering him G gave him a look as to say, so? Damn him. He was going to have to finish his sentence and he knew it wouldn't go down well. Just as he knew G was setting him up. He would make him pay for that later. Deeks wasn't sure how yet, but it seemed he had a whole day in the desert to think about it. Anyway he continued talking even if he knew it was going to fail. Had to keep up the cover and all that. "Whereas you know, Sam here… well Sam…" yep definitely making G pay he thought when he saw the other man look at him as if to say, what about Sam? Though he saw the little smirk he had on his lips. "I'm just saying Sam is clearly better suited for a tropical climate."
"Do tell." Sam replied in that slightly menacing voice Deeks hated so much. This guy could crush him and he knew it. He briefly wondered what he would do to him if he ever found out about him and G. Nothing nice he was sure. Lovely, but he had started, so he was going to have to finish, however much he really didn't want to any more.
"Well I mean for starters, you've got the whole bald-head thing going on, which is awesome. And it's gotta be better for, you know, heat exchange. Um, and I don't wanna overstate the obvious here, but you are African-American, yeah? And Africa is hot." Someone please stop the words coming out of his mouth. He looked at G for help but only saw that his 'you walked into that one' look. A look he was seeing far too much when he was around Sam, and a look he was starting to hate. He knew G couldn't overtly defend him from his partner, I mean they were a secret and all that, but was it too much to ask for him to look contrite, or sympathetic, when Sam got the best of him?
Luckily or not so luckily in Deeks' mind, Kensi pulled him away to go and get ready for their trip to the nice dry lifeless area of California.
As Deeks was pulled away Sam muttered to his partner "one of these days I'm gonna kill him."
And Callen who was watching Marty disappear with Kensi couldn't help but reply "maybe he grows on you." knowing all too well he had grown on him. But he knew Marty would be fine with Kensi, and he could always make it up to him when he got back and the case was closed. Oh yes, he would definitely make it up to Marty then.
And so Deeks found himself in the frigging desert with Kensi. At least on the bright side he found that it gave him a chance to get to know his partner a bit more. For instant he learnt she loved her dad and that he had raised her to be a toy boy, and a shit hot tracker. Of course the topic of fathers was not his favourite, but when she asked about his relationship with his dad he gave her a token response.
"I'm pretty sure he hates me." He replied getting back onto his dirt bike.
"Why do you say that?" Kensi asked, intrigued at why Deeks would think such a thing. Parent didn't hate their kids, right?
"Because the last time I saw him he said, 'Marty, I hate you'." Deeks responded. He was telling her nothing but the truth. He had no problem with that. But when she said her next words he felt the need to correct her rose tinted vision of the world.
"Well, even people who love us say things in anger that they don't really mean." Kensi replied in a consolatory tone. Maybe they had just had an argument. That happened in family's right? And if so then Deeks needed to make it up before it was too late in her mind.
"Uh-hah. Then he fired a shotgun at me. Man I hate thanksgiving. Although that was six years ago. The miserable bastard could be dead by now." He said changing he amount of time it had really been. He didn't think Kensi would do well to know that that actually happened when he was eleven. No he needed to change the subject, and as such decided he needed to pee. Anything to get away from her and her look of god damn sympathy. He didn't need that, he was fine. The only one he needed to care about him was G.
The case went on until Kensi and Deeks found themselves in a firefight trying to protect the marines who had gone missing. It wasn't going well. There was far more of the bad guys than there was of them. Deeks just hoped he survived to see G again. No he would survive, they would all survive. Therefore he suggested that he play decoy so Kensi could get the tuck that was there only way out of there started. He didn't mind drawing the fire, he couldn't hotwire a car. Hmm, maybe he should get G to teach him how to do that. He bet he knew.
Callen was in the helicopter with Sam trying to keep his nerves down. Marty was out there getting shot at and he wasn't there to watch his back. But he had Kensi, she would make sure he was alright. And they would be there soon and would be able to rescue them. He would see Marty soon, and he would be fine. He just needed them to get there.
Deeks ducked down as the motorhome behind him blew from the grenade launcher. I mean who had a frigging grenade launcher? Well their enemies obviously, but still. That wasn't nice, nor was it a fair fight. He didn't know what they were going to do against that sort of firepower, but then he heard the helicopter, and shooting, and he heard G' voice. He had come. His superspy had come and saved his ass.
"Kensi, Deeks." Callen shouted over the coms he hoped they still had in. He had seen the blown up trailer, he just hoped none of his people, that Marty, wasn't inside it when it had happened.
"I'm good." Kensi called back, pulling herself from the truck she had been trying to hotwire.
"I'm good too." Came Marty's voice as he stood and waved his hand, settling Callen's heartrate like nothing else could. They had got here in time. That was all he cared about. He nodded at Marty to register his words before turning to Sam to make sure he too was okay.
Back at the office Hetty was saying goodbye to Nate. She said the others would be back soon, but she knew in truth they had already returned, with both Sam and Kensi departing quickly. She knew Mr Callen and Mr Deeks were still in the building, but she didn't want to say so to Nate. Didn't want him to think he should say goodbye to anyone.
As Nate walked away, towards the door Callen leaned over from the top level and spoke.
"Used to know this guy named Shaba. He's got a food truck in Zarnegar Park across from the tomb of Abdur Rahmin Khan. The Kabobs suck, but Shaba can get you just about anything you need. Just tell him you're a friend of Yurik."
"Yurik?" Nate had to ask. I mean, it was one last chance to get inside the mind of G Callen.
"It sounded cool at the time." Callen replied with a shrug at his alias' name.
At that Nate nodded and continued on his way out of the mission, knowing that the people here would be fine without him. Callen had Deeks and the team, and they had him. Together they would fight the evil in this country, he needed to be out there fighting it in another.
And when Nate disappeared and Hetty returned to her desk, Deeks came up behind Callen and wrapped his arms around him as he murmured in his ear "superspy." Making the other man laugh, easing the tension he felt at knowing one was his friends was going into danger without his back up.
Turning to Marty he smiled and trapped his head by threading his hands through his hair.
"Let's go home." He said with a smile, one Deeks happily responded to.
"Yeah, lets." He agreed. And with that they department the mission, leaving behind only Hetty who smiled at the short conversation she had over heard. Things were good with her team, and that was all she needed to sleep peacefully at night.