Hello again my dears. I would like to thank French fan (Guest) for the lovely review.
So this chapter takes place at the end of season 2, episode 5 'Special Delivery'. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA, nor any of the lines I have taken from the show.
The case took a turn after that, with Callen and Sam interrogating the suspect while Kensi and Deeks went and searched his house. They found the knife that had been used to cut of the marine's hand, as well as kill him, but it seemed they were being played. There suspect was not the one who had done this. So it was back to ops, to look through the new clues they now had to work with.
Finding information that pointed to one of the marines they had spoken to at Pendleton, Sam and Callen set of to return there and arrest him, while leaving Deeks and Kensi to go through all the paperwork they had collected and find the connection between all the people who had been involved in the case.
Kensi was fine with the work, it was her partner who was pissing her off. First there was his flirty behaviour while they were undercover, and now he was tamping his damn pencil in the most annoying rhythm. She wished she could rip it from his hand and break it, the pencil not the hand, though she was tempted to do both. Why was she stuck working with Deeks? Why couldn't he be quiet for just one second?
"Would you mind being quiet? I am trying to concentrate." She finally snapped out, not being able to take a second more.
"Are you mad at me?" Deeks asked in confusion. Not sure what was up with his partner, but feeling they should probably get it out in the open now.
"Dogs go mad. People? People get angry." Kensi replied still snipping at him. How was she going to keep putting up with this?
"Is this about the jewellery store?" Deeks asked, thinking she probably wasn't too happy with the way he had put his arm around her. Or at least that was the feeling he got, when she stomped on his toes with her stiletto heels. "Listen I was just trying to sell the fact we were a couple." He finished with. He did not need this, they had a case. Why couldn't she just accept what had happened and leave it at that? He was just doing his job, he want interested in Kensi in any way other than being her partner.
"Yeah, whatever, like anyone would believe we were a couple." Kensi replied with a huff. I mean why would she date a man like Deeks? Come on, she had taste.
"Right, you are so not my type." Deeks responded agreeing. I mean for one she wasn't their team leader, and he really was the only one Deeks was interested in being with.
"Would you care to explain that?" Kensi asked turning to the man next to. Just what did he mean by that sentence? Not that she was bragging or anything, but she was damn hot. So how could she not be his type?
"I prefer blondes. Found something." Deeks answered, deciding it would be best not to mention that it was actually only one blonde, and he was male at that. Probably best not to share those facts with his partner right now, or ever.
At his words Kensi shifted closer to see what he had found, making Deeks give her a strange look. He could have just past her the paper if she wanted to read it or tell her what it said, but okay. He was coming to learn Kensi liked to be in charge, which was fine by him. Anything for a peaceful life and all that.
Sam and Callen were walking there suspect to the car, all the while he was protesting his innocence. It was then Callen's phone rang, with Kensi giving him the intel that the guy might well be telling the truth. They had the wrong marine for the murder, but they now knew who the right one was.
Of course it didn't go as smoothly as they hoped. What with the guy not showing up for work. But they soon had an address where he could be. When they arrived the guy was just leaving, and thus it ended with them chasing him towards the border, and having to shoot him when he pulled a gun on them. It wasn't how they wanted it to end, but at least they had solved the case, and recovered valuable artefacts. They had done their jobs.
They were sitting round the bullpen, just going over all the details and congratulating themselves on a job well done when Hetty came over to tell them how pleased the director was with their work before making her way back to her towards her office.
"She seems down." Deeks said to them all, though he was looking at G hoping he would confirm or deny his words.
"Birthdays can be depressing." Callen replied with a shrug. They had only done what she had asked them to do after all.
"Especially when no one buys you a gift or throws you a party." Deeks responded giving G a look as if to say, we really should have done something. Callen just looked back at him, not sure what to say to that, but it seemed Sam did.
"Hey, it's what she wanted, and for once we didn't cave."
Of course the words didn't actually make any of them feel better as they watched Hetty get stopped for her signature before continuing on her way to her office. But just as she got to the centre of the room a load of balloons fell on top of her with Happy Birthday playing over the speakers, making her speechless. And she wasn't the only one. The four in the bullpen were just as shocked as she was by this turn of events, and rushed to see what was going on, and who had done it.
It was then that Nell came down the stairs holding a bag in her hand as she spoke to the operations manager.
"Happy birthday, Hetty, from all of us." She said holding out a bag while cutting her eyes to the four people standing by the bullpen and giving them a look as if to say she had their backs. They of course weren't so sure they wanted that in this case. In fact they were very sure they wanted nothing to do with this, just in case Hetty really didn't like whatever it was Nell had got her.
So when Hetty turned to look at him Callen found himself shaking his head at her as if to say nothing to do with me. An action that was repeated by both Deeks and Sam when her eyes turned to them.
"I thought it would go perfect with your-" Nell continued as she watched Hetty take out the scarf she had picked out for her. Though she was cut off by Hetty finishing her sentence.
"Saffron jacket."
"Exactly." Nell nodded, happy to see Hetty could see how well it would go just as she had. Glad that she liked the gift she had got her.
"But this is from you alone." Hetty continued turning to the intelligence analyst, seeing how she would respond to that accusation. Hetty knew it wasn't from the team, but she did want to know how much of a team player Miss Jones was going to be. And what better time to find out than now?
"No." Nell replied shaking her head and turning to stare at the team asking them to back her up. To tell Hetty that this wasn't completely news to the lot of them. She didn't want Hetty to be hurt by thinking her team hadn't got her anything.
Hetty's eyes followed and again Callen just shook his head, as if saying, nope this was all her idea. Nothing to do with us, she gets the credit for this one. A look Hetty could read with ease. Thus she turned back to the scarf she had in hand to take another look at it before smiling up at Nell.
"It's beautiful, my dear." She said placing it round her neck before turning to the team. "So, what's wrong with all of you? This is a party, not a wake. The single malt's in my desk." And with that she turned back round to her office, expecting they would follow. Which of course they did. Not one of them was going to say no to single malt from Hetty's private stash after all.
It was later that Callen found himself standing next to woman, and smiled down at her as he said "happy birthday, Hetty."
"Thank you Mr Callen. Now about my gift…" Hetty replied pausing slightly just to see the panic come into her boy's eyes. She found it fun to wind him up on occasion. She waited until the second she knew he was about to open his mouth and say something before she continued. "Mr Callen, I believe that the governments time and property would be better spent on you not texting your boyfriend all day. Don't you agree?"
At that all Callen could do was open and close his mouth as he tried to think about something to say. All he managed was a "Hetty I…" before he stopped. He wanted to say he wasn't texting Marty all day, but he knew that wouldn't fly. He also wanted to tell her that he wasn't his boyfriend, but then she would demand to know what he was, and he had no idea how to answer that. So instead he closed his mouth and gave up trying to think of anything except "it won't happen again, Hetty." While also trying really hard to look sorry.
"Make sure it doesn't." Hetty replied smugly. She had enjoyed watching him stand there speechless. Now, who could she terrorize next? With that in mind Hetty walked off to talk to the rest of the team leaving Callen to send one last text to Marty suggesting he run away while he still could.
Deeks at this point was sitting at his desk, writing the card he had brought when he felt the vibration in his pocket. Reading the text he decided that yep, now would be a really good time to enact his plan, leave Hetty's birthday card and split. So sliding up to her desk he placed it down without anyone seeing before moving quickly back to grab his stuff and shout out a goodbye to everyone as he left as fast as his feet could carry him.
Everyone had finally gone after Hetty's impromptu birthday party and she was just collecting her things when she noticed the envelope on her desk. Frowning she picked it up and opened it to find a rather genic card. She was not impressed with whoever had chosen this, or at least she wasn't until she opened it and read what it said inside.
Dear Hetty,
Hope you have an awesome birthday.
From
Marty and G.
It made her smile as she realised just how precious this card truly was. What it told her with the thoughtless scrawl of the two names at the bottom.
"Oh, Mr Deeks." She sighed as she ran her finger across the two names. She knew Mr Deeks had given it to her rather than Mr Callen, just as she knew he was the one to write it. But that didn't stop her happiness in seeing the two names together. Written as if they were a real couple. She would have to find a way to thank him for this.
With that she carefully replaced the card into its envelope and put it in her bag as she reached out to turn out the light. She was going to treasure this card. She just hoped it was the first of many that would be signed as it had been. From both her boys.