Hello again my dears. I would like to thank French fan (Guest) and Beststoriesever for the lovely reviews. And the childhood questions will come later, I promise. I have a plan for that, as long as I stick to it.
So here it comes, the long awaited conversation between Deeks and Sam. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA.
Deeks woke in his favourite way. With G's hand running through his hair. Turning to smile at the other man he forgot all about what was to come that day. Namely his avoiding Sam plan, and instead just basked in the love filled eyes that looked down at him. Oh he knew G hadn't said the words, but then neither had he, and he wasn't about to tell G he loved him until he said it first. He didn't want to scare him off. I mean look at how G had reacted when he only thought he liked him a little too much. Yeah the L word would not be leaving his mouth for a long time. But that didn't stop him enjoying seeing the emotion in his boyfriends eyes every morning.
"Marty, do you have any plans for this evening?" Callen asked loving the sleepy smile on his man's face. He had been lying there thinking while watching the sun come up, and he realised it wasn't just the money he had hustled off the guy he owed him.
"Umm, spending it with you?" Deeks replied wondering if it was some kind of trick question. I mean sure it was a Friday, but he spent pretty much every night with G, so why the question?
"How would you feel about going out for dinner with me?" Callen asked his arms tightening involuntarily as he said the words. He had never really asked anyone out on a date before, not that wasn't work related at any rate.
"Are you asking me out on a date G Callen?" Deeks asked in return using his cheeky tone, though Callen could see the warmth and excitement in his eyes at the idea.
"Yes, I am." Callen responded pulling Marty towards him so he could kiss him gently. He couldn't not do it. He looked so gorgeous right then, or always but any way.
"Then yes. I would very much like to have dinner with you." Deeks replied his smile going even bigger at the idea that he and G were going on a date. Their first real date. He couldn't wait. He then turned and looked at the clock on his bedside table with a sigh. "I guess we had better get up. You have to go home and change and all that."
"I have clothes here. We could maybe share a shower, it would save water." Callen suggested his lips moving from Marty's jaw to his neck.
"That would be very environmentally conscious of us. I think it's an awesome plan." Deeks groaned in pleasure at the feel of G's lips on his body.
"Well then. What are we waiting for?" Callen asked pulling back and moving so he could get out of the bed and grab Marty's hand and drag him towards the bathroom. They had to have a shower before work after all, and he couldn't think of anything better than them sharing it.
Sam watched as Deeks and Callen arrived at suspiciously similar times that morning, with identical smiles on their faces. They looked far too pleased with themselves in his mind. He didn't want to know what had put them there, but he could guess, even if he didn't want to. Ew. At least he could get his own back by glaring at G across the bullpen as they did their paperwork, and from being a menacing presence at the detective's side. Oh yes, this was going to be fun.
Deeks managed to stick it out for a whole hour, which was at least 59 minutes longer than he thought he would be able to. But then he had to get away from Sam. Get anyway from the subtle glares the bigger man sent his way whenever G was looking, and get anyway from the comments which Sam bantered back and forth with Kensi, comments that it seemed he was always the butt of. He needed some breathing space. Moving to the armoury Deeks decided to take the time to clean his weapon, hoping to find some clam in the repetitive motion. And it nearly worked, or at least it did until a large shadow appeared over his work. A shadow which he just knew belonged to Sam. Oh great, that was just what he needed.
"Hey Sam. What's up?" He asked in his most friendly tone, trying not to sound as scared as he really was. After all they were in a room full of guns. Probably not the best place to talk. But he also made sure he didn't look up from his work.
"Deeks." Was all Sam said in reply, just standing there staring at the younger man. And when he finally turned his eyes to him, Sam did his best to stare him down. He had to say he was impressed with how Deeks met his eye without flinching or moving. He was glad he didn't show any fear. But when after a minute of silence all he got from Deeks was a smirk and a raise of his eyebrow he realised that this way of intimation would not work. Of course he should probably have realised that, I mean he was dating G after all. And his partner had a stare that could freeze hell if he wanted to.
"So you and G." He said as if he expected Deeks to fold and confess all at his words.
"What about us?" Deeks asked causally in response. He would not back down. This was Sam, G's partner, and he needed him to respect him if he was going to get the guy to respect his relationship with his friend.
"I know your dating him." Sam replied simply crossing his arms and making himself look even bigger and more intimidating.
"Well technically we haven't been on a date yet. Our first is tonight." Deeks responded with a smile that wasn't actually fake. The memory that tonight he and G would have their first date really did make him smile in anticipation.
"But you are together." Sam stated frowning at the information that Deeks and G hadn't actually been on a date yet. What was his friend like? Didn't he understand anything about relationships? Of course he didn't. Stupid question. But surely Deeks knew, so why were they only now going on their first date?
"I really don't see what that has to do with you." Deeks replied with a serious tone that Sam had never heard from the guy before. What the hell? He was the joker, the weak link, he wasn't serious for a minute.
"He's my partner, I want to make sure he doesn't get hurt." Sam growled back not liking the way this conversation was going now.
"And he's my boyfriend. I want the same thing. But am I interrogating you on how you watch his back?" Deeks asked plainly. I means seriously, did Sam really think he would tell him anything about him and G? If Sam wanted intel, he could ask G for it. He was say nothing.
At that Sam narrowed his eyes at the younger man in front of him, really wanting to hit him for even suggesting he didn't have his partners back. He always had G's back, it was why he was here having this damn conversation.
"Deeks." He said in a low tone making the other man realise that he had reached the end of his tether. Thus Deeks relented, a little.
"Fine, yes we are together. Yes I care for him, no I wouldn't do anything to hurt him. Have I covered everything?" He asked smiling his happy-go-luckily smile up at Sam.
"Expect that fact that if you do, I will kill you and make sure they never find your body." Sam replied with a smile of his own, as if killing and burying Deeks was his idea of a fun way to spend his weekend.
"That's nice. Look Sam, he makes me happy, and I like to think I do the same for him. I know we shouldn't be together and work together, but when you care for someone you can't just stop those feelings. It doesn't work like that. Emotions are messy." Deeks answered with completely honesty, dropping his brazen attitude and just telling the older man the truth as he saw it.
Sam looked into Deeks eyes as he said that, and he saw what was there. What feeling he had for G. It seemed he spoke honestly in his sleep then. Because it took only that one look for Sam to know Deeks loved G with all his heart.
"You love him don't you?" He asked in a calmer, more friendly manner, though he did have to smile at how his words made Deeks' back stiffen and his eyes to go down to the weapon he had disassembled in front of him which he then started putting back together quickly as he responded.
"If and when I decide my feelings are that deep for him Sam, G will be the first to know, not you."
Sam nodded at that. That was the right answer in his mind. G was definitely the one who Deeks should tell first. And preferably next time he would be awake when he did it.
"Good. Now about your training-" Sam said only to be interrupted by the Deeks' head shooting up and the wide eyed look on his face.
"My what?" Deeks asked in shock. What was Sam on about now?
"Well can't have you getting hurt while on the job. G cares about you too much, so I'm going to teach you a few things. Get you up to the right level." Sam replied in a condescending tone as if he was spelling out to a child. He would not let Deeks get hurt while he could prevent it. G loved this guy, whether either of them knew it or not, and he was not about to have G's heart break because he lost his love due to his lack of training.
"Sam I'm a cop. I can take care of myself. I'm fine. You worry about watching G's back, Kensi has mine." With that Deeks picked up his reassembled gun and went to walk out of the room
"This isn't over." Sam called to his retreating back, but he had a smile on his face. Deeks was okay. He had seen a different side of him during that conversation. A side that stood up to him. That was good, it meant he would be able to deal with whatever issues he and G faced next. Because Sam wasn't stupid enough to think that their relationship would be smooth going. G had spent too long alone and unloved to welcome someone into his life easily. Point in fact that Deeks didn't even know where his partner lived. But he know knew Deeks could and would cope with whatever G threw at him. Yeah, he would do. And he was right, he did make G happy.
But that didn't mean he would lay off him. In fact he would be doubly hard on the kid now, he wouldn't let anything happen to the one who he knew held G's heart. Even if his friend was blind enough not to see it.
When he was far enough anyway from the armoury Deeks leant against the wall and just breathed. That had to be one of the hardest conversations he had ever had, and as an undercover cop that was saying something. But he known, as soon as Sam had tried to stare him down, he couldn't show any weakness. He felt he had done a pretty good job, even if his legs did now feel like jelly. Taking one more deep breath and putting the conversation with Sam out of his mind he pushed himself away from the wall and returned to the bullpen. He needed to make sure he got all his work done early today, he had to get ready for his date later after all.