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So okay, firstly I'm sorry for the long wait for this chapter. I have had a serious block in how I wanted to write this episode, but then this came to me this morning. I hope you like it.
I have also had many people ask if I will be putting in Deeks' shooting, and yes I will. I have this story planned out until nearly the end of season two, whether I take it further or not we'll have to see. I know that people have also been asking about episodes from later seasons, and if I do do them, they will probably be just the main Callen or Deeks ones. I don't think I will be rewriting the whole show. But anyway the shooting will definitely be in here, we just have a few episodes and things to get through before we get there. But I promise it will be in here.
Anyway, back to the story. This chapter takes place in season 2, episode 10 'Deliverance'.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA, nor any of the lines I have taken from the show.
Deeks' day had gone downhill really fast after dropping Monty off with Steve. First there had been the Russian sniper who had put a laser target on G, which he really hadn't appreciated. He had been all for going and killing the bastard, but luckily he had Sam, who was the voice of reason, with him. Otherwise Deeks was pretty sure he would have gotten them all into much worse trouble. Of course he had just watched the same Russians drive of with Kensi, so… he really wasn't seeing how that was much better. It seemed he couldn't save either of his partners from them.
"They got Kensi." He said when he felt G come and join him. At least he knew he was okay and that the snipper hadn't decided to kill him when they ran. One good point, but even as he tried to think of that, all he could see were Kensi's eyes as she looked at him and told him he would get her back. She trusted him to do it. Trusted that he would do whatever it took, because she was his partner, and that was what partners did. Everything else paled in comparison to the idea that he would fail. No. Everything was fine because he would. Not. Fail. He had Sam and G, and together the three of them would find these bastards and they would win. They had no other option in his mind.
"We'll get her back." Callen replied to the words his lover had spoken, all thoughts of how pissed he was at the female junior agent flew from his mind at the idea that she had been taken. He no longer cared if she flirted with Marty, as long as she was there, that really was all that mattered. They would get her back, because she was family. And Callen refused to lose any member of his family.
"Yeah, we will." Deeks responded turning to stare into his boyfriends eyes with a look of such determination that it would surprise most of the people who knew the detective. But Callen was not most people, and he knew Marty on a deeper level than any had done before. He knew his core of steel that would do anything for those he cared for. And Kensi was Marty's partner, no matter what else, and he knew he would not let anything happen to her.
Sam stood and watched G and Deeks have some sort of silent conversation, but even if he didn't understand the personal aspects of it, he could see the cold hard force being emitted from the both of them, and raised an unseen eyebrow. These guys really were two men you did not want to mess with. For a second he almost felt bad for the Russians for being so foolish, but no. He may be different from G, and different Deeks, but he too had the heightened sense of protection for their team that the other two did. No one could take one of their own and not feel the consequences.
With that the three men turned as one to car so they could return to ops to find there missing member, find her and let the ones who had taken her feel their wrath. Or at least that was Callen's plan. They would pay. And he refused to even consider that some of his anger came from guilt at the way he had been treating and thinking about Kensi since the previous evening in the bar.
They sat, what remained of the team, waiting for Nell to finish their improvised 'little black book', so they could give it to the Russians. Waiting for them to make contact with them. Sam watched the live stream they had of the junior partner with a frown. Why wasn't she moving? What wasn't she looking for a way to escape? This wasn't like Kensi, something had to be going on in the room. He looked up to mention it to G, but saw him watching Deeks prepare his gun, the determined look still prevalent in his eyes. He was about to speak, hoping to… well he didn't know what, but he wanted to ease the tension in the younger man. I mean this must be a first for him, his partner getting taken by the enemy. He was an undercover cop. It had, in his previous job, always been him that was in danger. But if Deeks was going to last here, it was something he was regrettably going to have to get used to happening. The kid needed to get used to the idea of others putting their life on the line to get the mission done.
But before he could speak Callen moved. Standing from his desk he made his way to Deeks and gently touched his arm before he continued walking. If Sam hadn't been watching he wouldn't have even noticed it, but as soon as Deeks felt it he turned and followed Callen. Well no doubt his partner would be the best person to sort out his boyfriends head. The best person to help him, or least he hoped so. So turning from the two men he went back to watching Kensi, trying to work out why it was she wasn't moving.
Callen lead Deeks into the first empty room he could find, which turned out to be the incinerator.
"This isn't your fault Marty." He said simply as the door closed behind them and he turned to see Marty drop his mask and the anguish and uncertainty appear in his eyes.
"Then whose is it? I tried to get them to take me, but-" Deeks replied running a hand through his hair even as he felt tension he had held by keeping his mask in place ease now it was just the two of them and he knew he could show G the truth of his emotions.
"My plan, my fault. They took her because she was the one I sent into the bank. They believe she is the one of higher value of the two of you." Callen interrupted before Marty could give him a list of reason as to why he was to blame. The idea that they could have taken Marty instead of Kensi sent a chill down his spine. It was definitely better they had taken her instead of the man in front of him. Not because he didn't want Deeks to be taken, but more because he knew if they had taken Marty, he couldn't guarantee what his reaction would have been, and he certainly wouldn't have been able to think clearly. Of that he was sure.
"She is." Deeks replied simply. I mean Kensi was the agent, and while he hated to admit it, he really was just a cop. They had so much more training than he had had, and even with that which Sam was giving him, he knew in some aspects he was miles away from his partner. Of course the opposite was true too, with undercover work, but that wasn't what mattered right now.
"Not to me." Callen responded moving towards Marty and spearing his hands into his hair so he could stare into his eyes up close trying to show him how much he meant that, even if he knew he shouldn't say it.
"G." Deeks stated with a frown. But there was no real heat in it. Because he knew that if G had been the one who was taken he would be a lot worse than he was right now too.
"I value Kensi. Of course I do, she is part of the team. But she's not you. Which is probably good, because if you had been taken I'm not sure how well I would be coping right now. But that doesn't matter. What does is we will get her back. I promise." Callen replied before pulling the younger man towards him and placing a gentle kiss on his lips and just holding him for a few moments before pulling away. After sharing one more look they both moved as one out of the door and back to Sam, back to getting ready to save Kensi as soon as they had a location, Deeks feeling a little bit more focused. A little bit of the tension he had been holding had gone. He was ready.
Kensi stood in the room filled with laser beams that would trigger an explosion if she moved. She had been standing for so long and the only thing that kept her going was the look in her partner's eyes as she got into the car. The silent promise he had given her that he would come and get her. That he would save her. She briefly wondered when it was she started trusting Deeks. She hadn't been sure she actually did, until now when her life was in his hands and she knew he would do everything he could to get her back. It was a new sensation to her. Oh, not the knowing someone had her back, I mean she had always known that Callen and Sam would come for her if ever needed, not that she had. This was her first time as a hostage. No, it more the idea that she had a partner who would do it.
She had had her training in hostage situations, but it was the thoughts that Deeks was coming that stopped her from going mad. Made her stand perfectly still and wait, when all she wanted to do was move and find a way out.
The three men made their way through the stadium. The plan was simple, Deeks would go after Kensi, while Callen and Sam took out the Russians. So far it was going fine. Deeks had gotten the location of his partner, while the senior agents followed the Russian's leader so they could take him and his team out of the equation.
Deeks couldn't believe it. This was like something out of a book or a movie. I mean freakin' lasers man. How messed up was that? What were these guys on? Did they think they were Bond villains or something? But no. He needed to think of a way to get Kensi out of this. He could see she was close to breaking, and that could not happen. He was here, and he would save her, because he was her partner, and that was his job.
Distantly Deeks could hear gunfire, but he could only give a brief moments thought to G, Sam was with him, he would be fine. He needed to concentrate on interrupting the laser beams that were in Kensi's way as she made her way out of the room, and damn, was the woman ever flexible. I mean seriously, the way she moved was… well he certainly couldn't have done it, that was for sure, and he prided himself on his yoga to keep him supple.
It took time, but finally Kensi was standing in front of him, with just one more laser beam in-between them. Deeks moved his gun to turn it off, but he couldn't get the angle right. Oh crap. He knew that this had been going too well. There really was only one way of doing this, and it was a way that had a 50/50 chance of success. G was going to kill him for what he was about to do. But hey, as long as he was around to be killed, he'd take that as a win.
With that thought he held out his hands to his partner with a soft smile on his face which just screamed trust me, hoping she would, and hoping he wasn't about to get them both blown to hell.
"Are you sure?" Kensi asked, she could do the math as well as he could, and she knew that this a serious risk.
"No." Deeks replied, but he did not take back his hands.
Kensi took a deep breath before she placed her own hands in his. It was time to take a leap of faith with her partner, and hope to god they both survived.
Callen was checking the downed Russians when he heard the explosion from the direction of where Marty had gone to rescue Kensi. No. "Marty!" He shouted completely forgetting that the three of them were all wearing comms. He couldn't think, he couldn't do anything accept wait for a reply from the man he loved. He couldn't move, though he wanted to run to him, he couldn't breathe though he knew he needed to if he was going to bring Marty back if needs be. His heart had stopped beating at the sound, and all his attention was on where he knew his lover to be.
Sam turned at the explosion, but he made sure to keep his gun trained on the men in front of them who were not dead. He could see the colour drain from G's face, and he heard his shout of Marty though both his actual ears and the comms. In fact it was so loud it made them screech causing him to wince before he spoke more calmly, hoping against hope that he got a response, because he knew if he didn't the men on the ground would not be alive for much longer. G would not hesitate to kill them, or anyone else he perceived as being responsible for the death of the man he loved.
"Deeks, status."
For a few seconds everything hung in the air, no one breathed, or so it seemed, all waiting for what would come next.
"We're good." Came over the comms in such a relived voice that Sam sagged before turning his focus to his partner.
At hearing Marty's words Callen found he could breathe again. His heart started beating once more and a calm washed over him. A clam in the knowledge that Marty was okay, that he was going to be okay. That the man he loved was okay. Wait, loved? Is this love then? But turning to look at his partner Callen knew was not the time to have an in-depth investigation into his emotional connection with Marty. He needed to do his job with these Russians, and then go and make sure Marty really was okay. He couldn't be sure until he saw him with his own eyes after all.
Kensi lay there breathing heavily, on top of Deeks staring down into his eyes as he moved his hands to brush her hair from her face and his. She couldn't believe that had worked. But it had. Deeks had come and saved her just as she had known he would. She couldn't stop the smile that appeared on her face with the relief of being alive. Of both her and her partner surviving.
"You okay?" Deeks asked with a smile of his own. He wanted to whoop at the adrenalin that coursed through him, but first he had to make sure his partner was good.
At that Kensi nodded, her eyes dropping to the smile as she realised just how close their faces were. How little a distance she would have to close to kiss the lips of her saviour… Wait, what? No! With that thought Kensi quickly moved off of Deeks and turned away from him. Why the hell was she thinking of kissing him? She didn't think of him that way, and add in the fact he was in a relationship with a man. Kissing really was not on the cards. So why the hell did it just cross her mind?
"Kensi?" Deeks asked suddenly alert at the way she had quickly moved off of and away from him. What was going on?
"I doubt your boyfriend would appreciate me lying on top of you." Kensi replied in an attempt at an off-handed manner, though she knew it came out all wrong.
"I think he would understand under the circumstances." Deeks responded with a reassuring smile as he pulled himself up so they were on eye level, wondering how he could find out the real reason for her strange behaviour.
But before Deeks could say anything else G was there, with a wild look in his eyes which instantly calmed when he saw Marty sitting up. All messy, but other than that he seemed perfectly unharmed.
"You two okay?" Callen asked his eyes straying slightly to Kensi, but his main focus was Marty.
"I need to pee." Kensi replied hoping it would get her away from her partner. From the man whose lips she could still see in her eyes. She needed to be away from him to try and work out what the hell had happened that made her start thinking of kissing him. Because she didn't like him that way, she didn't want him in that way, so why?
"Do you need an ambulance?" Sam asked coming up behind his partner and turning to Kensi. Mainly because he could see G's eyes were trained on Deeks' and vice versa. In fact as he watched his partner made his way over to his boyfriend and held out a hand to help him up. It was as if G had forgotten that Kensi too had been in the explosion, and no doubt closer to it than Deeks.
"I'm fine Sam. I landed on Deeks." Kensi responded taking the hand the older man offered her trying really hard to keep her eyes on him and not look towards her partner. But she failed, and what she saw made her blink in disbelief. Because there Deeks stood, his hand still in Callen's and they were staring into each other's eyes as if nothing else mattered. She couldn't get her head around what she was seeing, because there was no way it was what it looked like to her. Maybe Deeks had been hurt and needed the support? Maybe he had hit his head or something? That would explain it, right? Because Deeks had a boyfriend and she was pretty sure Callen wasn't gay. So what she thought she was seeing, could not be true. Maybe it was the shock of being taken hostage, yeah it could be that. Shock. She was reading more into things. Just like when she had thought of kissing Deeks, none of it was real.
Sam followed Kensi's eyes and saw what she saw. But whereas she didn't understand it, he really did. He knew what it was taking both the men in front of him not to fall into each other's arms and he knew he had to give them a chance. They needed it. G needed it, needed to know Deeks really was okay.
"I'm just gonna take Kensi to head and check her out." He called over to his partner before he forcefully turned her around and marched her away from the couple. He had no idea what Kensi knew, if anything, but he really felt that now was the time for her to learn anything more. She was in shock, and needed calmness.
Callen heard Sam's words and he couldn't be more thankful for them. he waited until he could no longer hear the sounds of the footsteps before pulling Marty into his arms and burying his face in his neck, breathing in the smell of him. Allowing his body to calm with the feel of his man once more in his arms.
"I'm fine G. I promise." Deeks muttered even while his arms held the man he loved tightly, allowing his heart to settle and his breathing to return to normal at knowing he really was fine. He was fine and safe in G's arms and vice versa. It was all he wanted.
"I know." Callen replied not letting go though he did turn his head so he could plant a gentle kiss upon Marty's neck and one of his hands found its way to his hair.
With that said silence followed, neither feeling the need to break it. There was nothing they needed to say, they had each other and that said it all for them. And standing there with Marty in his arms Callen once more remembered the words that had gone through his mind when he had thought Marty had been hurt, could be dead. The man he loved. And while it felt right, he still couldn't define the feeling, couldn't understand his emotions. So as much as his heart screamed at him to say the words, let them out in the open, Callen let the silence continue until they had to pull apart when they heard Sam and Kensi return. He needed to understand the words before he could say them, needed to make sure they were truthful before he would, or could, share himself completely with his man. But he at least now had something to work with. The knowledge that it was love, even if it was still unclear what love really was to him.