Hello again my lovelies. I would like to thank Beststoriesever for the wonderful review.

So here is the next chapter, again set in season 2, episode 6 'Stand Off'. I just want to say, I really don't like Tracy. That will probably become evident in this chapter. Also I see Callen's relationships with men and women being very different. In this story at least, the relationships he has with women are always work related and thus more emotionally based than physical, as he needs them to get information. Whereas his relationships with men are mostly a more personal/real thing and therefore he doesn't let emotions get involved, it's all about the physical pleasure. Apart from with Marty obviously.

Anyway, I hope you like it.

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

The extraction of Callen and Tracy was not easy, but it was done without anyone any the wiser. And now they were all back at the boatshed, with Sam and Callen interrogating her about the spike missiles that were apparently for sale, while Deeks and Kensi watched on. Callen hated how she tried to manipulate him with her smiles and soft eyes. Fliting with him. She didn't have that power, not anymore, only Marty had that sort of hold over him. But he had to play to it. Had to make her think she was winning so he could find out her real agenda. That she had one he had no doubt, but that didn't mean he had to like doing it. And even more he knew his boyfriend was watching him, maybe wondering if any of it was true. He hoped not. He hoped Marty knew this was all fake so he could get Tracy to talk. So they could get the intel they needed to make sure no one got hold of the missiles.

And Deeks did know that, academically, but that didn't stop his jaw from clenching when he had to watch it. Had to sit there and see G looking at her with a war of emotions in his eyes, which he was pretending to try and hide. He hated this, and he suddenly understood one of G's rules. Never date a co-worker, and this was why. You had to sit there and watch them with other people for the job. Watch them look at another with a hint of the way you only ever wanted them to look at you. Of course it was too late to change that now. So he would just have to put up with it and remind himself constantly that it was him G wanted, it was him that the real G would be coming home to. He just hoped that that was the truth and not just words or another lie.

When Sam and Callen came out of the room with the information that the FBI agent Sam had met earlier was apparently dirty, Eric came through with proof. Not that the agent knew it. So they set up a sting for the guy. Hoping to use him to get to the missing weapons. The only issue that it seemed all of them had, was that Tracy would have to play a major part in it.

As they talked and discussed ideas Sam didn't miss the prolonged looks both G and Deeks gave each other, both it seemed trying to reassure the other that they were still there, that they still cared. And Sam seeing them had to wonder how the hell he had never seen it before. It was obvious now he knew what to look for. Had he really been that blind? And how long had it been going on? Because he knew for sure it had been at least a few weeks. How had he missed it when it was happening right under his nose? He was supposed to be an investigator for crying out loud. But he would get answer when this was over. Oh yeah, he was going to make G talk and tell him everything then.

The sting was set up on the beach, which Callen had to say, on a personal level, he was all for. Mainly because it meant Marty had to wear nothing but beach shorts, and he really liked the view. Hmm, maybe he would have to come to the beach more often with Marty if that was how he looked while relaxing in the sun.

Deeks on the other hand had the great pleasure of seeing G in a wetsuit, now if only he could get him on a surfboard, it would be perfect in his mind. Of course this wasn't the time for such things, but when this was over, he was going to make G go surfing with him. If only so he could pull him close to him on his board and they could share kisses while riding the ocean waves. Okay enough of the fantasy time for reality. It was then he realised that Tracy was singing. What the hell?

"What is she singing?" Kensi asked turning towards Deeks, though it wasn't him who replied. It was Callen over their comms.

"Our wedding song. Lee Williams and the Cymbals."

"You got married to Lee Williams and the Cymbals?" Sam asked with a shake of his head. His partner had no taste.

"Hey, it was a fake wedding, okay?" Callen replied defensively. If he was going to get married now he would choose something better. Not that it was likely he would, what with him being with Marty, but still.

Deeks heard this conversation and decided he hated that song, almost as much as he hated the woman singing it. But he couldn't show it, he had to be Marty Deeks, flirty jokey partner to Kensi Blye. Therefore he turned to her with a cheeky smile as he spoke.

"Getting pretty sunny out here. You want me to uh-?"

But before he could finish that sentence Kensi interrupted him and shut him down. Much to Callen's relief. He did not want to have to sit there and watch his boyfriend rub sunscreen into his partners back thank you very much, even if he did no doubt deserve it and Marty was just playing the role he had asked him to play. He still didn't want to see it.

It was at that point the agent they were after arrived, and everything went to hell. Firstly he made Tracy get into the water so her comms stopped working, and then after Sam had winged him when he pulled a gun, she grabbed it off him and shot him. Two taps to the chest and the guy was no more. Well there went their plan to use him to do the deal for the missiles. Now they had nothing.

Of course Tracy was nothing if not resourceful. As such she found a way to make sure they could still do the met with the arms dealer, though they only had an hour to set it up.

"We'd better hurry." Callen said to Sam at the news, making a smile appear on Tracy's face.

"Now that's the man I married." She replied noticing out of the corner of her eye the death glare that sentence got from the young, floppy haired blonde. Well now, Callen's taste certainty had improved hadn't it? This one was much cuter than the last one she had seen that he bedded. She could see what he saw in him. He held an innocence both her and her ex-husband had lost long ago. She wondered how long the boy would keep it being in Callen's world. She doubted it would be long and hey, maybe she could show him just what his boyfriend was really like. Show him how he really was hers. When they were together she had always allowed him his playdates after all, but he always came back to her. Nothing had changed in her mind.

Callen on the other hand hadn't registered the look. He was trying to think of the best way to get their hands on the missiles. And standing there, around the dead body of an FBI agent, he chose to go with his gut and decided he would be working with Tracy on this op, not Kensi. No one liked it, but he had a hunch. And if he was right, he needed this to play out to get her.

They went back to the boatshed to get ready for the op. Tracy being given the interrogation room to change in. Callen couldn't stop himself watching her as she put on her top, though not through desire, but more because he couldn't believe he had once cared for her. She used every weapon she could to get what she wanted. How could he have ever been with someone so selfish? He watched as she looked at him over her shoulder and gave him a coy, come-hither look that he knew wouldn't work on him, not anymore. That look would only work on him for one person now. Therefore he turned away only to find his eyes meeting Marty's and seeing a defensive wall in them, as if he was trying to protect himself from what he was watching. Callen just hoped he knew none of this was real.

Deeks knew that G was just acting the part, or at least that was what he chose to believe. But it still hurt to watch him watch someone else get dressed. And when Tracy came out with her top still undone and asked G to zip it up, Deeks couldn't help but glare at her, glare at them. He knew he shouldn't, knew he should just put up his mask of indifference, but he hated her. Hated what she was doing to the man he loved.

At that point Sam returned with the sim cards that were needed to activate the missiles. Their ticket to the arms dealer and the weapons. They just had to make sure that the dealer didn't get a hold of them. Because if he did, then the shit really would hit the fan.

They were ready, or as ready as they were ever going to be. But before any of them could move Tracy touched Callen's arm turning him to look at her as she smiled at him in a soft, loving way as she spoke.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" She asked sending Deeks a smirk when Callen followed her across the room. Time for the boy to learn the hard way what being with Callen involved.

"Is he going to be okay?" Kensi asked Sam as the three remaining members of the team watched the other two people walk away.

"You worry about Deeks'. G's cool." Sam replied trying to get her to realise she had the much harder job here without saying why.

"What? I'm cool too." Deeks asked pulling his eyes from G and Tracy. Why would Kensi need to worry about him? He was more worried about that bitch hurting G than anything else. Oh, maybe that was why. He should be thinking about having his partner back, not about G. But even that reminder in his head didn't stop his eyes returning to the ex-married couple, and nothing he said to himself stopped his heart from breaking just a little at what he saw.

"I appreciate you trusting me back there." Tracy said with a soft smile trying to make Callen believe the words she was about to say were sincere. Trying to pull him away from his little surfer boy.

"That's what partners do. They trust each other." Callen replied gently, though his words, in his mind were more directed to Marty than the woman in front of him trying to seduce him to her side. It was never going to work, but he would give her that chance at least.

"I never stopped caring. I tried to reach you. You never let me explain." Tracy responded with longing in her eyes. He was so close to being where she wanted him. She always could wrap him around her finger. Call him back to her side when she needed him.

"You made it pretty clear where your head and heart were at." Callen replied with a humourless smile. And thank god she did otherwise he might still think she was something special. And he would never have gotten to know Marty and understand what special really was. Because Marty was the real deal, she was nothing compared to him. Looking back, he had to wonder how he had ever thought he cared her.

"I was young. Ambitious. I made a mistake. One that I regret." Tracy said with honesty making Callen wonder just how gullible she thought he really was. Did she really think that this would work? Seriously?

"It doesn't matter anymore." He replied thinking about Marty. Nothing mattered anymore now he had him. What she did or didn't do, what she did or didn't feel, was nothing in comparison to what he had now. He was loved for who he was, and not what someone wanted from him. How could anything ever compare to that?

At his words Tracy raised her hand to stroke his cheek giving all those watching the idea that they still had feelings for each other. This is your man Deeks, he is one who is willing let me touch him. She wondered how that made the younger man feel, but she did not turn away from looking deep into Callen's eyes to see. She still had her game to play.

"Do you remember when we used to talk about getting away from it all? Just you and me on some remote island." She said in a soothing tone, while she let a soft smile play on her lips. He was so nearly back under her thumb, and it had been so easy. It was almost a disappointment.

Callen knew what she was trying to do. He had played along long enough. "Times change Tracy. People change." He said as he pulled her hand from his face and turned and walked away without another a backward glance, thus missing the glare she sent his back.

He was too busy staring at Marty, apologising silently for what he had just had to witness.