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Deeks woke the next morning to find the space beneath him was empty and the sound of the shower running. He assumed correctly that G had already woken. He guessed they couldn't really stay lying around in bed in Hetty's house all morning. He should probably get up as well. With that thought he dragged himself out of bed and grabbed a pair of sweat pants and a tee from G's go bag before carefully moving out of the door and working his way down the stairs. He was just wondering where the kitchen was so he could get himself some coffee went he smelt it. Seemed G had been busy, either that or Hetty had put some coffee on for the both of them. Though he couldn't see her doing that. Making them both tea sure, but coffee? He reckoned she would think that was a sacrilege or something.

Anyway following his nose he found the large bright kitchen with ease, and when he turned to see the coffee maker almost full he smiled, and not just because he would soon get his caffeine fix. But because there stuck to the top was a post-it note with the words I love you written on it. It seemed even in Hetty's house G wasn't going to stop telling him how he felt every morning.

"I am presuming the note is for you Marty." Came Hetty's voice from behind him, making him jump and turn round to see the woman sitting at a table with a pot of tea in front of her. He wondered if she had been there all along and he had just missed her, or if she had creeped in. Either was a possibility if he was honest. It took a lot to divert him from coffee after all.

"Yeah, it is." He agreed pocketing the note with a bashful smile, not sure how to feel about the fact Hetty now knew their little secret relationship ritual. It was different from Kensi knowing somehow.

"Good. I'm glad he has found a way to make his words heard." Hetty replied nodding before continuing. "There is bread if you want toast, or you can have leftovers."

"Toast will be good, thanks." Deeks responded not sure he could eat any more of the wonderful dinner Hetty had made them the night before. I mean eating turkey for breakfast, lunch and dinner would be a bit extreme, even for him.

"Very well. Though I have it all boxed up for you and Callen to take with you when you go." Hetty replied smiling as she turned back to her tea. She had caught the widening of the younger man's eyes as she did so. It made her chuckle to herself. What did he think she would do with all that leftover food that they hadn't eaten?

"Take with us?" Deeks asked swallowing as he realised that they would be eating it for the next month if they weren't careful. There was that much of the stuff.

"Yep. Hetty seems to think I don't eat properly, so at least once a year she makes sure I do." Callen answered making his way into the kitchen, his hair still slightly damp from the shower. He then proceed to grab Marty and turn him in his arms so he could place a gentle good morning kiss on his lips, not caring about their audience.

"You don't, unless I cook." Deeks finally replied when he pulled out of the kiss slightly breathless. He loved the kisses G gave him in the morning, they were always filled with love and affection. The perfect way to start the day in his mind.

"True." Callen agreed before he grabbed Marty's toast out of his hand and taking a bite made his way to sit at the table with Hetty.

"Hey." Deeks squawked though even as he did so he was putting on another slice. If he had known G was finished he would have made two pieces to start with.

With that the two men and Hetty settled down to have a calm breakfast, after which Deeks showered and then they loaded up the car with enough food to sink a battleship. Once done they said goodbye to their hostess, and made their way back to their apartment, Deeks wondering what on earth they were going to do with all the god damn food.

It took him a couple of days to come up with a solution, but when he did he had to confess it was awesome. All he needed to do was get G on board, and let's be honest, he had ways of doing that. Therefore two nights after Christmas, on the evening between it and the New Year, Deeks decided to brooch the subject and see what G had to say.

"So I've been thinking. All that food, maybe we could have a leftovers party for New Year's, and invite the whole team and Sam's family, you know?" he said in a casual tone of voice as they lay on the couch, neither of them really paying any attention to what was on the TV.

"You really think we'll get everyone in here? Your apartment isn't that big." Callen replied with a frown as he thought about the logistics. He wasn't against spending New Years Eve with his friends and co-workers, being with Marty in the way he had agreed to be on Christmas day, but surely his lover didn't really think he would get everyone in here, right?

"True. But we could easily all fit in your house." Deeks responded after taking a deep breath and turning to look G in the eyes, his going wide with a hint of begging in them. He hoped G agreed. He hoped he would be willing to open his home to those closest to them.

There was a beat of silence after Deeks words. Callen had opened his mouth to say an outright no, it was his home, his private place, and he didn't want the whole team traipsing through the door. But then he saw the look in Marty's eyes and he knew he couldn't do it, no matter how much he wished he could. So with a sigh he tried to think of another way to get out of using his house for such a purpose.

"And what? Make everyone sit on the floor and eat out of their hands with their fingers?" He asked carefully, not wanting to make it seem like he was just coming up with an excuse, though he knew his reasoning was valid, just as he knew Marty would know it too.

"No, I was thinking we could borrow a large table from somewhere. Get everyone to bring a dish they like and have an informal team dinner with Kensi, Hetty, Sam and his family, and the wonder twins." Deeks replied simply, he eyes lighting up as he already started thinking ahead. He was sure Michelle would lend them some cutlery and dinnerware, and he had some they could use. No doubt between the two of them they would be able to sort that out.

"Eric and Nell? Do they even know about us?" Callen asked tensing slightly at the idea that Deeks wanted to come out to everyone they worked with. Okay sure he had agreed, and he knew that they needed to tell the younger tech duo, but he still had to fight his automatic reaction of wanting to keep his private life private.

"Does it matter? I mean isn't it time they did if they haven't worked it out yet?" Deeks responded without missing a beat, though in truth he would be surprised if they hadn't worked out something was going on. And if they hadn't, well he couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces when he pulled the man he loved into his arms and kissed him at the stroke of midnight. Oh yeah, that would be fun, both the kiss and the shocked expressions he could already imagine he would see on the wonder twins faces.

"Okay. But I still don't know where we'd get the table." Callen relented, he knew it was a weak agreement, and so when Marty replied he gave in and agreed to let Marty do whatever he wished, as long as he did all the leg work to get it sorted.

"Leave that to me." Deeks answered with a smirk, he knew just where to get a table big enough to sit all ten of them, and he was pretty sure he could persuade the owner to lend it to them for the night. After all Hetty, was one of the family.

New Year's Eve found Callen driving a van with Marty, Sam and Kensi riding shotgun. He still wasn't sure how Marty had done it, but they were on the way to Hetty's house to borrow her antique dining table for their dinner party that evening. Everyone had agreed to come, though his partner had made more than one comment about how he didn't believe for a minute that it was G's idea to have a New Year's Eve party at his house. Callen was pretty sure the term whipped had been spoken at least once, but he sensibly decided to ignore Sam's words and instead concentrated on what it was Marty wanted him to do. And if that made him whipped, then so be it. It made Marty happy, which in turn made him happy, everything was good.

Deeks on the other hand had spent the last few days organising the impromptu party he and his boyfriend were going to have. There first ever New Year's Eve celebration together, and dinner party all rolled into one. He couldn't wait. It would be the first time that they really behaved as a couple in front of the whole team, the first time he and G could put the agreed development of their relationship into practise. He was looking forward to it, but he was also filled with a nervous excitement at the prospect. He wanted G to enjoy the night he knew he had persuaded him to have. Wanted him to feel the fun and pleasure in it that he knew he himself would do. He hoped the man he loved would, oh god he really hoped he would.

Arriving at Hetty's house they were greeted by the woman in question waiting for them by the door, with a bag of tools in her hand. Seeing who left the cab of the van she handed them to Sam, telling him to be careful of her table, before showing them through and instructing the former SEAL how to take apart the table so that they would be able to get it through Callen's front door. Once she was satisfied that her two senior agents would do the job correctly she turned to the junior pair and organised the removal of all the chairs they would need that evening. She was looking forward to spending the time with the team and Sam's family. She did not know them well after all. It would be a good evening, and she was glad that Marty had managed to persuade Callen to do this. So glad in fact she hadn't even thought twice about lending them her table and chairs. If that was what was needed to get her boy to be more social, to show his love for his man in front of their friends and team, then so be it.

It didn't take long before they had returned to Callen's house and had the table set up in the front room. It took up quite a bit of the space, but not all of it. Sam found it entertaining that it was Deeks who was determining where everything was to go, and while he could hear the put-upon sighs his partner was giving the younger man, he knew G wouldn't want it any other way. Damn he really had it bad didn't he?

Once the table was set up Sam was sent back to his own place, to grab the things Michelle was lending them for the dinner party, while G was sent back to Marty's apartment for the same reason.

As soon as the two elder federal agents had left, Deeks gave his partner a big sunny smile. Now it was time for them to get to work, decorating the empty shell of a house and making sure everything was ready for that night, including things that G Callen had no idea about. It was going to be awesome.