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The evening was rounded out by the four adults settling down in the livingroom, talking about inconsequential things and the men teasing each other with their usual banter, Michelle joining in with ease. The atmosphere was similar to the one that they shared at work, and yet there were also subtle differences. Like the way Callen and Deeks called each other by their first names, the gentler tone with which they would speak to each other, the way they didn't even try to hide when their eyes met and they smiled at the one they cared for, both knowing they were in a place that it was safe to behave as they really were. A couple. Of course there was also a rather major difference and neither Sam nor Michelle could fail to notice, even if Callen and Deeks didn't see it themselves. Though that was probably more because to them, it wasn't any different than any other night they had spent together.

This difference was the way Callen and Deeks were sitting on the couch together. It was the same way as they did at Deeks home. It felt natural to the both of them for Deeks to curl up next to his boyfriend, and for Callen to wrap his arm around his shoulders, letting his fingers play unconsciously with ends of Marty's hair. So natural in fact that they didn't even realise the picture they presented to the married couple watching them with soft smiles, at how it showed just how comfortable the two men were in each other's company, and at how close they wanted to be to each other.

Sam couldn't believe that it was his partner, the confirmed lone wolf, he was watching let someone into his heart. I mean sure he had known, but this was the first time he had seen G and Deeks together outside of work, and it was definitely an eye opening experience. Because somehow together, G was more relaxed and Deeks was calmer. And watching the two of them share looks and silent conversation, and even seeing G pull Deeks hair when he felt he was going too far only to lean over and kiss it better without thought when the detective became outraged, he could see the love they both had, the connection and the bond they had somehow developed yet had hidden from him for so long. They weren't as you expect a new couple to be, they weren't in any honeymoon period of rose tinted bliss, no. What Sam saw as he watched them on his couch, was a real couple. Two people who knew each other well, who loved each other, and who would do anything for the other without thought. There was a give and take between them that worked. He had no idea how, all he knew was it did, and that really was all that mattered.

At the end of the night as Michelle and Sam stood on their doorstep waving goodbye to the two men Michelle put his thoughts into a few simple words.

"I like him. He's good for G." She said as she wrapped her arms around the man she loved, a soft smile on her face as she remembered just sitting there and watching Marty and G together. They really were perfect together.

"Yeah he is, as long as he doesn't get himself killed." Sam agreed seriously, even if he did have a smile on his face at all he had learnt about Marty Deeks and G Callen that evening. He had come to see what it was G saw in the younger man, and he couldn't fault the way he had been with Kam.

Though as he thought his words he realised he was going to have to step up Deeks' training, because there was no way he was letting G lose what he had now seen he had.

During the journey back to Deeks apartment Callen smiled as he listened to the other man ramble on about how much he liked Kam and Michelle as well as other things he had noticed throughout the evening. Callen loved just sitting there listening to him as he drove them back, loved the sound of Marty's voice, but still the night had brought questions to his mind. Questions about Marty's past and his family, things that he wanted to know about his boyfriend, about the man who was such a big part of his life now. He wanted to know everything he could about Marty, and the lack of his own past only made him want to know more. But he also knew that if he asked the questions would be turned back on him. He had no idea what, if anything, Marty had heard around the office about him, what Kensi had told him about his past and his search for identity. And he wasn't sure if he wanted him to know that. He didn't want Marty to look at him differently if he found out the truth. Didn't want him to think of him as… damaged, fragile as he knew full well that Hetty and Sam, and to some extent Nate did on occasion. He liked the idea of Marty thinking he was just a normal guy, that G was just some nickname he went by rather than all he knew of his first name. He liked being the guy he saw he was in Marty's eyes, and he didn't want to remove that. But he also wanted to know about the man at his side. Wanted to know who he was, wanted to know what it was that made him into the man he was today.

He was still thinking these things when they returned, grabbing themselves beers and moving to the couch. Still wondering what to ask, what he was willing to share as he watched Marty reach out for the remote control for the TV. Still trying to think of words as his hand reached out and stopped him, still thinking when Marty leaned his head back so he could look into his eyes with confusion and concern. Still thinking as his mouth opened and the question came out.

"Do you have any siblings Marty?"

"No. I'm an only child, you?" Deeks asked not questioning the conversation. He could understand G wish to know more about him, especially after the night they had just spent with Sam and his family. He wanted to know about his man as well, so while he had not expected this turn of events, he was not going to question it.

"I had an older sister. Amy. She died when she was eleven." Callen replied swallowing the lump in his throat at saying the words. At telling Marty one of the few things he actually knew about himself. It wasn't something that was a secret, everyone in the office knew after all. They had been there when he found out while Marty had been away. But still, that was the first time he had spoken of her to someone who didn't know, told someone who didn't know the rest. Didn't know about his search for his family.

"That's shit. I'm sorry, G." Deeks responded with sympathy in his eyes as he turned around so he was lying chest to chest to G and could cup his jaw while he stroked his cheek with his thumb. Offering whatever he could to the man he loved.

That G had told him this, let him know this small but oh so painful detail about himself, that G was opening up to him… Deeks couldn't describe the feeling he had about that. It was as if he was being giving a small piece of G's heart, and there was nothing he won't do to honour that gift.

"Thanks." Callen whispered not realising how much emotion would come from the unconscious support Marty was giving him as he offered up a part of himself to him. He was glad that Marty hadn't asked for any details, just offered him the comfort he hadn't known he craved. The support of someone who he was coming to feel deep inside would always be there for him.

Slowly Callen moved his own hand so it rested on the back of Marty's hoping the other man would understand how grateful he truly was before he moved forwards and closed the distance between them to kiss Marty gently.

And Deeks kissed him back. Being just as gentle, offering up whatever G needed to take because he loved him and that was what you did with people you loved when they told you of their loss. And as he did so he thought no wonder G had never mentioned his family. No doubt that had broken them all in some way. He couldn't imagine the pain that sort of loss would cause. And close of the heels of that was the idea that maybe he could share some of himself with this man too. Not now, now was not the time to tell of his past, but maybe one day soon, he would.

Once he had himself under control Callen leaned back from the kisses and smiled as he found his hands once more in Marty's hair. Damn did he ever love it. He looked into the beautiful blue eyes staring at him and he couldn't stop himself from leaning in once more to place a quick kiss on Marty's lips before he spoke.

"So what am I watching tonight?" He asked handing his boyfriend the TV controls and affectively putting an end to what had been.

"Well now…" Marty replied moving so he was once more leaning back against G as he turned on the TV. He understood G's wish to go back to a normal night, and he respected it. He would do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. He loved him, and he knew he could do nothing else.