Right then. Last update tonight. I would like thank and for the lovely reviews.
This chapter is set at the beginning of season 2, episode 7 'Anonymous'. But this episode wouldn't be included much as nothing really will change expect the start and the end.
Anyway I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA.
The first date had been awesome and was quickly followed by the second the next morning, if you could call a trip to the beach where Marty managed to get G on a surfboard a date. He didn't care if it was or not, he had his man out in the ocean and he was able to pull him close and kiss him as they let the gentle waves move beneath them and their wetsuit coated legs rubbed against each other.
And neither of them noticed the other surfer giving them strange looks as he moved on the waves.
Eric on the other hand noticed Callen and Deeks straight away, and when he saw Deeks pull Callen in for a kiss his eyebrows rose, but then he smiled. They looked happy. He wasn't going to intrude on their private time, and instead made sure he stayed well enough away from them they didn't see him. He didn't care if they were together, he thought it the perfect romance story and none of his business.
Therefore it was a perfect weekend in both Callen and Deeks' minds, spending Saturday riding the waves, and Sunday just lounging around Deeks apartment together. They didn't want it to end. But soon enough Monday morning roll around.
Deeks was happily sleeping when he was rudely awoken by the sound of his cell phone ringing. Without opening his eyes he reached toward the bedside table to grab only to have it handed to him by the other man in his bed.
"Deeks." He said in a sleepy voice as he answered whoever it was that was calling him at this god awful time of the morning.
"Deeks. Get your ass out of bed. You have training this morning." Came the snap of command down the phone making Deeks blink and try to work out who it was talking to him and what it was they wanted him to do.
"I have what?" He mumbled still not completely awake, though he had now recognised the voice. It was Sam.
"Training, I'll even give you the choice of sparing partners, me, Kensi or G. Now get up." Sam replied simply not happy with the sleepy responses he was getting. How could the guy sleep through G between up taking apart his stuff and talking out loud in foreign languages?
"But I don't want to." Deeks whined down the phone. He didn't like the sound of training, or the choice of partners. It made him feel like he was going to get his ass handed to him, and that was not how he wanted to spend his morning thank you very much.
"It's not about what you want Deeks." Sam sighed in exasperation. How did G put up with him?
"Don't care. Going back to sleep now." Deeks answered having made his decision. He wasn't going to let Sam kick his ass. It was way too early for that.
"Put G on the phone." Sam responded knowing he wouldn't get anywhere with the younger man. Hopefully he could persuade his partner to make his boyfriend get some training.
"Here it's for you." Deeks said waving the phone at G, and when he took it he collapsed his head back to where it had been resting on G's chest and closed his eyes. Fully prepared to go back to sleep.
"Hey, Sam." Callen said knowing who it was. He could recognise his number easily enough after all. And when he heard Marty's whine he could guess what it was about. His partner was all for making sure everyone was prepared.
"Tell your boyfriend to get up." Sam replied without any thought to his words or the scene that he might be interrupting in the bedroom. He didn't need to think about that, he needed to make sure Deeks didn't get himself killed.
"Why? I'm quiet happy having him exactly where he is." Callen responded with a chuckle as he looked down at the mop of blonde hair that was lying across his chest. Yep, he was very happy for Marty to stay exactly where he was.
"Because I want to make sure he doesn't get himself killed. So his training starts today. I even gave him the choice of sparing partners, me, you or Kensi." Sam replied simply knowing exactly what buttons to press to get his partner to agree with his idea.
"Kensi? That's just cruel." Callen answered with a sigh as he leaned back. Sam was right, Marty could do with some training if he was going to operate with them. But that didn't mean he had to like the idea of pulling them both out of bed to do it.
"He'll have to learn sometime." Sam smirked down the phone as he made his way to his car. He had called Deeks with plenty of time for the guy to get up and get in.
"Okay, we'll be there in an hour or so." Callen finally agreed. Okay maybe Marty could use some training, but he wasn't giving up his time with the guy for it thank you very much.
"G, no he-" but Sam's protested where cut off by Callen hanging up the phone and turning to the man who was trying to pretend to be asleep on his chest.
"I don't want to train, nor do I want to get up." Deeks mumbled grumpily. Why did he have to train?
"It's good for you Marty, builds character." Callen responded with a smirk at the head that was all hair to his view. Very nice hair he had to say.
"You sound like my mom. Fine I'm getting up, but I am not fighting Sam." Deeks replied with a sigh pulling himself into a sitting position even if it was completely against his will. He would do it for G.
"I would be more worried about fighting Kensi if I was you. She is mean." Callen replied before sitting up as well and placing kisses on Marty's shoulder, after all they didn't have to be at the mission for another hour or more. There were plenty of things they could do before they left. And he had a nice long list in his mind. And Deeks when he caught Callen's thoughts, couldn't agree more.
It was an hour and half later that Deeks and Callen finally rolled into the gym. Though Deeks was slightly earlier due to the fact he hadn't had to go to another house to shower and change.
But they both arrived in work out gear to find Sam glaring at the pair of them. Though he didn't say anything due to the fact Kensi was standing next to him. The pair of them just having had a good work out together.
"Right Deeks. Knife fighting, how much experience have you had?" Sam asked turning to the man he needed to train.
"Umm, enough to know to avoid it?" Deeks replied with the raise of his eyebrow. I mean knife fights? Not something you wanted to get involved with, plus when he was working he had a gun. And as the saying goes, you don't bring a knife to a gun fight.
"Okay. Let me show you some moves." Sam responded realising that this was going to be more difficult that he had previously thought. The guy had no training in close combat situations. And he needed that if he was going to work with them. Sometimes the knife was the better weapon than a gun.
"Right," Deeks sighed as he took the fake knife Sam held out for him. There was no way he was going to get out of this. Neither Sam nor G would let him. But still…
"Do they have to watch?" Deeks asked pointing at G and Kensi who it seemed had settled in to enjoy the show.
"G, go fight Kens. I think she needs to work with someone who is more… spontaneous than me." Sam answered understanding that Deeks didn't want an audience. No one did when they were learning something new after all. He got that.
"Right, come on Kensi." Callen replied also understanding what Marty wanted and that Sam needed to be able to have Marty's complete focus. He knew he could trust his partner to train his boyfriend. Sam had was good and had a lot more patience than people thought he did when it came to training. It was why Callen usually left it to him to do the basics with any new agent they got. He trained them on the fun stuff.
"Really? I wanted to watch." Kensi moaned though she didn't hesitate to follow Callen to the other training area that had been set out. She knew fighting him would be something very different from Sam and she was relishing the challenge. Because while most would think Sam the most deadly member of their team, she knew it was in fact their team leader. He would fight dirty without hesitation, and he always fought to win.
"Would you want your partner watching you when you just started learning?" Callen asked as they settled opposite each other in the training circle.
But before Kensi could even think to reply he had moved and the dance was on.
Deeks wasn't sure what to expect from this training session, maybe Sam just wanted a new way to pummel him? But as the time went on he found out just what a patient and descent trainer Sam really was. He showed him the basic moves, how to block most thrusts and showed him how to use an opponent's movements to his advantage. Oh he was nowhere near the rest of team, he knew that. But he definitely learnt a few very usual things. He was just tiring when Eric came down to tell them they had a case. A shooting at the federal building making them all go quickly to shower and change before they went up into ops to see what they had this time.
Sam on the other hand was pleased with Deeks. He picked things up quickly and he was fast and light on his feet. Instinctively knowing where to go to get out of the way of his strikes. His style reminded him of G's. Just with a hell of a lot less training. And for that style to be that instinctive he knew it had to be learnt through a continual practise of avoiding being hit, rather than one that was taught. And it told him a lot about Deeks childhood. Not that he would mention that fact. He would let him have his secrets, but he hoped he and G talked about it. It would be good for the both of them in his mind. But right now, they had a new case.