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So this chapter takes place the morning of season 2 episode 8, 'Bounty', just before the start of that episode. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA.

Deeks groaned as the alarm woke him at some god awful time of the morning, only to feel his pillow vibrate as G chuckled at him.

"You agreed." Callen said as a way of greeting to the younger man as he turned his blue eyes on him and sent him a glare at his amusement.

"Yeah well, it seemed like a good idea yesterday. That and I didn't exactly have much choice." Deeks grumbled back before turning to snuggle closer to his boyfriend in the hopes he would let him go back to sleep, not that he thought that was going to happen.

"Come on Marty. I do not want to deal with Sam being pissed at me all day because he decides I'm the one that kept you in bed when you were supposed to be meeting him." Callen replied pulling on Marty's hair gently in the hopes of getting the man to turn his head up to him.

"But I don't wanna train." Deeks whined doing his best puppy dog eyes at G in the hopes he would relent and find him a way out of the agreement he made.

"Then you should have said no. How get your cute ass into the shower and I'll think about making you some breakfast." Callen replied with a smirk as he pushed the younger man off him even if he really didn't want to. He knew that Sam was doing this for him, so that nothing would happen to Marty in the field, and he really couldn't fault his partner, even if both he and his lover could fault the time at which Sam wanted to meet him.

"You mean coffee and burnt toast? Not really an incentive G." Deeks muttered darkly, but he did climb out of the bed and make his way to the bathroom, though not without swaying his hips and giving G a very good view of his very naked ass. Teasing the man he had left in his bed. It was his fault after all, he was the one who made him get up, in the less pleasant sense of the word.

By the time Deeks had showered he felt more awake. When he entered the kitchen he found G sitting at his table drinking coffee and reading yet another book, having already laid out a plate of unburnt toast with his favourite jam spread on it, and his coffee just the way he liked it beside it. And he found he really couldn't be cross with the man he loved for doing that.

Moving towards the drink he grabbed it and downed half of it straight off before shovelling the toast in his mouth, making Callen smile indulgently at him. Marty always was the same in the mornings, or at least he always seemed to be. Needing his caffeine fix before he could function, but G didn't care. He liked that quirk about the guy. And he liked knowing he was the only one who saw Marty before he became the happy-go-luckily guy he was once he had had his wake up juice.

"Thanks G." Marty said once he had finished his breakfast, moving to plant a sweet kiss on the other man's mouth before he made his way to the door.

"You forgetting something Marty?" Callen asked holding out the gun he had pulled from Marty's lock box, not that he had a key, but hey, semantics.

"Yeah that could be useful considering Sam is making me meet him in the firing range." Deeks agreed turning back and grabbing the gun, not even thinking of asking how G had got a hold of it. He was his superspy after all, and he was coming to the conclusion there was very little G Callen couldn't do. Especially if it involved him inadvertently making him falling even more in love with the guy. But no, right now he had to go and meet his boyfriend's partner and shoot things. That didn't actually sound that bad really, even if it was a good hour before they needed to actually be at work.

When Deeks arrived Sam was already there waiting for him with an array of different guns in front of him.

"Deeks. Sleep in?" He asked with a smirk at the fluster the other guy had when he came through the door in a rush making Sam realise he was worried about being late.

"Well I did have a really good incentive to stay in bed." Deeks replied with a smirk of his own at how Sam eyes narrowed at that. He did not want to think of G in bed with the younger man after all. Some things were best left well enough alone.

"Right, let's start…"

And what followed was an intensive session where Sam found himself impressed with the Deeks' skills. The guy could shoot, and he could do it with any gun he was given, correcting for the different weight and feel of each piece with ease. Deeks obviously didn't need any training in this area then, good. That meant he could concentrate on more hand to hand aspects. He could do that with pleasure. It was always good to make sure he knew in which area his trainee needed the most work in in his mind.

Kensi woke at a resemble hour, and having done her morning workout made her way into the mission. She was surprised when she came in via the gym to find Sam and Deeks in the firing range. Why was Sam alone with her partner? Because she couldn't see Callen there. What were they doing?

She still wasn't sure about Deeks, well no, that wasn't true. The guy had proved himself in the field, and it seemed that from the beginning Callen had trusted him. And recently she had seen that Sam also seemed to be more welcoming to the guy, more open and willing to train him in the things he felt he didn't know. But she was finding it hard to follow the senior agents lead. She knew she should trust Deeks, and she did to watch her back, mostly, but… there was something about Deeks that she couldn't put her finger on. Something that made her feel that he was keeping far too many secrets for her to give him trust she knew she should. She wanted what Sam and Callen had. But her and Deeks, they didn't have that. In fact they were so far from that it was ridiculous.

Deeks was also unlike any of the other partners she had had. He was experienced in undercover rather than a probie, and he wasn't a real agent but an LAPD liaison. She wasn't sure how to deal with that. How could she train someone who had more experience in certain parts of the job than she did? She had never done deep cover, usually only going in as Callen girlfriend to give him back up when he needed it. Her role was usually that of overwatch, her snipper skills used to the full. She knew this undecided status was causing a wariness between them, just as she knew it wasn't completely down to him. It was both of them. He didn't treat her as her other partners had with a slight reverence at someone who knew more than they did. No, Deeks would tease and flirt with her and yet she got the impression that there was nothing to it. He had once told her she wasn't his type and yet still he would flirt. It bugged her, and made her wonder what it was about herself that he didn't find attractive, even while he was trying to convince everyone else around them that he did. It was like he was working some cover she didn't understand.

Kensi wasn't stupid, she had watched him, and wondered and analysed and thought. But the only thing she could come up with was so outrageous she knew it couldn't be true. Because this was Deeks. He had stories about his women and, oh god did he had so many stories, the guy never shut the hell up. But there was still that niggling in the back of her mind asking 'what if?'. Because the only thing she could think from all she had seen and the feelings she had had around the guy was the idea that Deeks was gay. It would explain the idea he was working a cover. I mean she knew that wasn't something anyone in their line of work would want known. But still… No. He couldn't be, right?

Not that mattered, what did right now was what Sam and her partner were doing together in the firing range. Dumping her bag at her desk she made her way back quickly to the range to see what she could find out.

"You'll do." Sam said as Deeks shot everything he asked without question. But before Deeks could reply Kensi walked through the door.

"What is this, a shooting contest I wasn't invited too?" She asked in a jokey tone and with a bright smile on her lips though Sam saw a deeper question in her eyes. Asking what they were up too and why. But he wasn't about to tell her the answer to the last part, so he compromised.

"Just making sure Deeks had your back." Sam replied before moving towards the door leaving the junior partners to it.

"I will happily have a shooting contest with you Fern, if you want one." Deeks said to his partner as Sam made his way out. Trying to get her mind to stop wondering what was going on and instead hoping to get her to rise to the challenge, that and irate her with his use of the name Fern. Anything to deflect her mind for wondering. He and G were a secret, one that sure, Sam knew, but that did not mean Kensi needed to. And Deeks knew the whole training thing had come about from Sam wanting to make sure he didn't get hurt for G. It had nothing to do with him as a person, and everything to do with the other man's partner. But he was okay with that. He just didn't want Kensi to know.

"You're on." Kensi replied with a smile. Yes this was what partners did, they challenged each other and worked together. Hopefully this would help her bond with the man who had her back.