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So here is the next chapter, I feel the need for some fluffiness after all the angst, so be warned. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA.
Deeks was sitting on his couch flicking through the channels on his TV, really not paying much attention. G would be back soon and he couldn't wait to see him again. Okay he really hadn't been gone that long, but after everything that had happened, not only with Tracy but with them deciding to be a couple, it seemed a long time to him. So he sat there waiting for the unmistakable sound of someone picking his lock so he would know G was back. When the sound came he was up off the couch as quickly as he could, practically running to the doorway so he could watch the man he loved come home.
Callen had decided to go straight to Marty's when they landed, there was no need to pretend he was going to his house in front of Sam now, and he really wanted to see the guy, his boyfriend. So with his bag he made his way up to Marty's front door. He was seriously tried after the journey and everything, but he still pulled out his lock picks to open the door. It was his thing when he was here, and he didn't even consider not doing it and knocking. When he got the door open the first thing he saw was Marty standing there in the livingroom doorway with a big smile on his face. One Callen had to return.
"Hey G. how were the Caymans?" Deeks asked seeing that G still had his bag when he came through the door. It seemed his boyfriend had decided to come straight to him rather than go home first. He liked that, it made him feel good. Gave him the idea that G wanted to see him as much as he had wanted to see G.
"Hot." Callen responded before dropping his bag and pulling Marty into his arms so he could kiss him deeply. He needed that. Needed his man in his arms once more. He had missed him. Damn that sounded so stupid. They had only been parted a couple of days for god's sake.
"So what did you get me?" Deeks asked cheekily when they finally pulled apart to breathe, though neither of them released their arms or hands which were wrapped around each other.
"It wasn't a holiday Marty." Callen replied with a shake of his head at the other guy. He had been working the whole time, when would he have had a chance to go shopping?
"You telling me you got me nothing? Not even a little souvenir from the airport? Not even a tee that says my boyfriend went to the Cayman Islands and all I got was the lousy t-shirt?" Marty pouted, not that he had expected anything, but it was fun to wind G up about little things like this. Plus he still had to pay him back for hustling him.
"I promise the next time I have to fly to a different country for work, I'll get you a present okay? For now you'll just have to be content with Tracy locked up and me being back." Callen answered in a conciliatory voice pulling Marty closer so he could kiss the cute pout from his lips.
"I suppose that will do for now," Deeks fake sighed before his eyes twinkled making Callen narrow his at him. What was he thinking now? "If you also give me back the money you hustled from me." Deeks continued. After all G did say he would give it back right? And he hadn't yet. Or course they had both had other things on their minds but, not anymore. Well not work related things at any rate, Deeks amended.
"Really? I've just got through the door." Callen chuckled but he did pull out his wallet and hand Marty the money he had taken from him with a shake of his head.
"For that I'll go get you a beer while you relax on the couch and you can tell me all about your trip." Deeks replied with a smirk as he pocketed the money and headed towards the kitchen, grabbing G's bag as he went so he could put it in the bedroom without thought.
So Callen did just that. Went and sat back on the couch and closed his eyes until he felt the cold bottle beer sitting on top of his hand causing him to open his eyes and say "thanks" to the gorgeous man holding it.
Deeks sat down next to G in his favourite position, which was leaning back against his chest, and once he was comfortable he spoke again. "So it went well then? You got Tracy easily?" He asked forcing himself to call her by her name rather than that bitch. Probably best not to show G how much he did not like his ex-wife.
"Yeah we got her." Callen replied though his tone suggested it didn't go without a hitch making Deeks lean his head back so he could stare into his eyes as he spoke.
"What is it?"
Taking a deep breath Callen told him what he knew he had to. But he really didn't want to. He wanted to keep the nice happy evening going, he had no idea how Marty would respond to his next words. "Sam knows."
"Sam knows what?" Deeks asked in confusion. He had no idea what G was talking about, but it obviously was weighing on him. He wanted to know what it was so he could help him, if he could. He hoped he could.
"About us." Callen replied.
At his words Deeks eyes widen and he sat straight up and turned so they were face to face. This was so not good. Sam would kill him and no doubt bury his body in the desert. He hated the desert, the idea of spending entirety there was not on his list of fun things to do.
"Do I need to go into hiding? Or maybe I should just emigrate to a country with awesome surf and no extradition treaty with the US?" He mused wondering how he could hope to avoid the bigger guy for the next lifetime or two.
"I think that might be a little extreme." Callen replied with an amused expression on his face. Marty really was a bit of a drama queen on occasion.
"I don't, have you seen the size of that guy? I knew I should have brought that clown costume I saw." Deeks responded with a frown. He had only thought of it as a joke in his head, but now he was really wishing he had something he could use against special agent Sam Hanna. That guy scared him almost as much as Hetty did, not that he ever let that show. Never show weakness to the enemy and all that. He was sure that was some sort of SEAL moto or something.
"What?" Callen asked completely bemused by that sentence. What was going through that adorable head now?
"He's scared of them, right? I thought it would give me a chance to run away when he found out." Deeks explaining making G actually laugh out loud and almost spit his beer across the room. Because he could see it, Sam standing there wanting to talk to Marty about their relationship, and Deeks turning up in a full clown costume, and then trying to run away when wearing those big shoes and tripping over as Sam screamed at him. Oh man, he would almost pay to see that.
"I'm sorry, but you were planning on dressing as a clown to get away from Sam?" Callen asked just to make sure he had it right, still laughing as the scene continued to play out in his head.
"Well not really, but I am thinking of popping into the costume store tomorrow to see if they have something I could use. Or maybe I should just die my hair bright orange, what do you think?" Deeks replied with a smirk as G stopped laughing at that. There you see, not so funny now was it?
"I think I like you hair the way it is. Sam isn't going to hurt you Marty." Callen responded his hand automatically threading his fingers through Marty's golden locks as he pulled him close enough to kiss gently. He wouldn't let Sam hurt him, not that he thought for a minute his partner would.
"That's what you say." Deeks grumbled, but he did settle back down so he was once again leaning against Callen's chest.
"Trust me. I'll make sure you're safe." Callen answered wrapping his arms around him and holing him close as he gently showered his hair with kisses. There was no way he was letting Marty do anything to it. He loved it just the way it was.
"Hmm, okay. But if you're wrong, I will haunt you forever." Deeks replied with a smile as he closed his eyes at the feel of G surrounding him. This is what he loved. Being like this with the other man. It was perfect.
"Okay." Callen agreed not commenting on the fact that he didn't actually believe in ghosts. Let Marty have his way with this one.
"So how did he find out?" Deeks asked after a few moments of silence where they both just enjoyed being together without a case or anything else hanging over their heads.
"Tracy realised and said something, but…" Callen responded, though he trailed off at the end. Sam hadn't seemed surprised when he came out onto the deck where he and Tracy had been. In fact it seemed he had known even before she had spoken. Then he remembered Sam's words about how he had known that they were together when they disappeared at the office. How had he found them out? He and Marty made sure that they didn't bring their relationship into work, and on the whole they were successful. So… how?
"But what?" Deeks asked sensing the frown and tension in G when he stopped talking.
"He didn't seem that surprised." Callen replied still trying to work it out. It looked like he was going to have to have another talk with Sam, maybe on their next stake out, to find out exactly what they had done to give themselves away, to make sure they didn't do it again.
"So was he seriously angry or just a little pissed?" Deeks asked changing the subject. If Sam had known, he didn't know how. But he was sure G would ask him. He would leave that to the other man. He would be trying to stay well away from Sam for the next few days, weeks, years. He still didn't think for a second that G's partner wouldn't want a little word with him, or maybe some sparing. Oh yeah, he could just see Sam wanting to spar with him because of this. Note to self, stay away from the gym whenever Sam was around.
"He was pretty okay actually." Callen replied getting raised eyebrows of disbelief from the younger man. He had been a bit shocked by that too if he was honest.
"That's good." Deeks responded before they both fell silent once more, finishing their beers in a relaxed comfortable way that they spent many evenings together.
"Come on its late, let's go to bed." Callen finally said when he placed his empty bottle on the table and noticed how Marty's eyes seemed to have closed.
"Hu? Oh yeah. Bed." Deeks agreed before moving to stretch and yawn as he stood, only to find his hand being grabbed and G was dragging him to the bedroom. But he didn't care. G could drag him anywhere he wanted, as long it was somewhere with him.