Hello my darlings. I would like thank I Feel Possessed, Petunia3116 and elsje1967 for the wonderful reviews. I would also like to thank those of you who have followed and favoured since my last update.
So here is the next chapter, I hope I've got the characters right in this. I mean we don't see much of Deeks mom, so I'm kind of making up her personality. Anyway I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA.
Deeks was bored out of his mind. He had been in hospital now for three days, and the last two of them he had barely seen G. He had no idea what his boyfriend was doing, all he knew was that he had come back from going to the mission the day after the shooting to tell him that he was going to be busy while he was stuck in here. When questioned all G said was it was a surprise. Then he'd arranged for Kensi to come and keep him company. And sure, he loved his partner, she was fast becoming one of his best friends, but that did not mean he liked it when she ate his Jell-O. Luckily G had brought him some more when he had come for lunch, but then he hadn't seen him again until the evening. Today he hadn't seen him at all and no one else had come to visit him either. Oh sure, they were probably all working, but still he really wished someone would come and keep him company. Though there was one good thing on the horizon and that was that the doctors were letting him out of this place the next day. He couldn't wait to get out of hospital and start organising his stuff so he could move into G's. The idea of living with the man he loved had filled his mind whenever he was alone, letting his imagination run wild at what domestic bliss they could discover together, at the idea of getting his hands on G's kitchen and making it his own, not to mention sleeping in the bed they had chosen together every night. On yes, and then the summer days playing in the garden with Monty and G would wash over him in a hazy 80's film style montage. He couldn't wait to being this new part of his life.
Callen on the other hand had spent the first day when he had gotten Kensi to keep Marty company, packing up the younger man's stuff. There was no way he was letting him come out of hospital and return to his compromised home. Therefore taking Hetty's advice, he had arranged for the team to assist the next day in moving everything his boyfriend owed to their new home. He had even agreed to allow Eric to have the run of all the electrical equipment. To let him set it up how he pleased. Though he still had doubts about whether that was a good idea, but the kid had seems so happy when he had asked his help, saying words that meant absolutely nothing to Callen as the excitement built, he found he couldn't say no. And surely Marty would like it, right? I mean he was the one with all the movies and music and stuff, Callen didn't even own a TV.
Of course he had also roped Sam into helping him box everything up. His partner had been surprisingly willing, though Callen was pretty sure that was because he was starting to regret agreeing to take Monty. He could only chuckle at Sam's grumbling at how there seemed to be hair all over his house and how his family seemed to be happier to see the dog than him. It kept him entertained while they packed everything Marty owned so it could be moved to his new home with him.
The third day that Marty was in hospital Callen was at his apartment at the crack of dawn arranging everything that need moving. Ordering his team around and only stopping a mutiny by supplying coffee and pastries. It didn't take them that long to move everything over to Callen's home, not with the help of a couple of removal guys who looked suspiciously like NCIS agents to Callen. Not that he was complaining about the obvious extra help Hetty was giving him. He needed to get everything ready for the next day. Because then not only was Marty coming home from the hospital, but his second surprise was also arriving. He was rather nervous about that one, but he knew he couldn't not arrange it. I mean she was Marty's mom. He couldn't keep the fact her son had been shot from her, and when she had heard that well… he didn't really have any choice. He was still trying to get his head around the whirl wind conversation they had had, but even if she had left him blinking, he had found he liked her. He liked her a lot. She loved her son, and really was there anything else that mattered? But it did mean he needed to have the majority of things unpacked before he went to collect her. It took him until almost 4am before he could fall into bed, but at least there were no more boxes littering the place. Everything was ready for the Deeks family.
Three hours later found Callen waiting for Roberta Deeks. Luckily he never slept much otherwise he wasn't sure he would be able to cope with the woman that greeted him.
"G. Where is Martin?" Came a loud anxious voice from the short blonde woman who ran towards him.
"He's still in the hospital, I'm collecting him later. I thought we could go and get some food, things he likes and stuff for you to cook with, and then I would go and get him." Callen replied as he was smothered in a hug from the woman he had only just met, and only spoken to twice on the phone.
"Yes. I can make lasagne for dinner, and you can help me while he rests." Roberta agreed her eyes shining at the idea of cooking for her poor injured son. She had been so worried when G had called to tell her he had been shot. She had been prepared to go to LA there and then. But when G had told her that Martin was moving in with him and it would be best if she gave it a couple of days so he could get everything arranged she had graciously agreed. The idea that her boy was in such a serious relationship that he was moving in with his partner, well that was a good enough cause her not to be at his bedside immediately. Especially as he wasn't in any serious danger right then.
The trip to the market was an eye opening experience for Callen. I mean he had thought Marty was bad with testing all the fruit and veg and talking to everyone, but he was nothing on his mom. She was like a hurricane, moving through and leaving only bewildered people in her wake. He loved watching her though, because it was so obvious to him where Marty got those traits from, and to see them untainted was a marvel. It seemed she too had the ability to make everyone love her without thought. By the time they left he was sure she was best friends with most of the people who worked there. But he was also quite pleased to leave her at his hose to unpack while he went to collect Marty. And as he pulled up at the hospital he had to wonder just how he was going to cope with her visit, not to mention how Marty was going to react when he discovered she was there. No, there was no need to worry, it would be fine he was sure.
Deeks had been dressed and ready to leave the hospital for a good half an hour. He had already been discharged all he was waiting for was G. He had to wonder why he was late. G didn't do late after all. Maybe he had gotten caught up at work? No if he had he would have called and Deeks could have got a taxi home. But there had to be some reason. His mind was just turning to terrible ideas, like G had been injured in an accident when the man in question arrived at his room's door.
"G, you're late." Deeks said, though there was no anger in it, just a wide smile at the idea of the man he loved taking him out of this god forsaken place.
"Sorry, I was organising your surprises." Callen replied smiling back. He was so glad that Marty was coming home. That he would be where he could keep an eye on him. That he would be where he could keep him safe. Oh yes, Callen couldn't wait until he got his man home.
"Surprises? Plural? I thought there was only one." Deeks responded frowning slightly at G's words. He had no idea what his boyfriend had planned, and he really wished that he did.
"Well now there's two." Callen stated grabbing Marty's bag from his hand as he helped the younger man to stand.
"Any clues?" Deeks asked hopefully as they made their way to the elevator.
"Nope." Was all Callen answered. There was no way he was going to tell Marty what he had done, mainly because he didn't want him changing his mind. Because he knew he had been a bit highhanded in moving Marty's stuff for him, but there was no way he was letting him ever return to that apartment. And well as for his mom… he was sure Marty would be happy to see her.
The journey back to Callen's house was uneventful, though it didn't take long for Deeks to work out where they were going. And from there destination he also worked out just what it was G had spent the last two days doing. He had been moving him. He wasn't sure if he should feel angry or touched by that fact. The idea that G had gone through all his stuff was a violation he knew, but he had no secrets from the other man, and he was sure he had already gone through it all at some point already. He didn't think for a minute that G would have spent all the time he had at his apartment without investigating everything he owned. So he really didn't mind so much about that. And well at least G had saved him the hassle and stress of moving. That was a plus. And he really couldn't get out of his head the idea of how adorable it was that his lover had moved him so that he wasn't in any danger when he got out of hospital. It was a typical example of G's protective love, and well, he loved it. If he didn't he really still wouldn't be with the guy after all. Therefore when they pulled up outside G's house he couldn't help but smirk as he spoke.
"This doesn't look like my home, G."
"It is now." Callen stated firmly, though he did wonder if maybe had over stepped the mark here.
"I like it. And I like the one I'm living with even better." Deeks replied moving so he could kiss G, make sure he knew that he really didn't mind that he had moved him. That he appreciated this show of G's overprotective side.
"Good. Come on, you've got another surprise waiting for you inside." Callen said when they pulled out of the kiss. He didn't want it to get too heated while they sat in the car, especially not considering who was waiting inside, and no doubt waiting out the window. Oh yes, he had got the measure of Roberta Deeks pretty quickly that morning.
"Okay then." Deeks replied climbing out of the car with a smile on his face.
As they got to the front door Callen produced a new set of keys and handed them to the man next to him, letting him unlock their front door for the first time. And Deeks couldn't help the rush of glee he felt as he did so. This wasn't G's house anymore, this was their home. The place they lived together. As soon as the door opened he was greeted with Monty rushing towards him and he couldn't help but laugh at the way his dog behaved. He was acting as if he hadn't seen him for years rather than just a few days.
"Hey Monty, I'm home. Is this the other surprise?" Deeks asked turning from rubbing Monty's ears as he looked at the man behind him. I mean he had been sure that the dog would be a work with Steve and not there to greet him.
"No that-" but before Callen could continue another voice rang out through the house.
"Martin. Martin! Is that you?"
"Please tell me that's not who I think it is." Deeks said quietly with an almost begging look in his eyes. Because he wasn't sure he could cope with his mom right then.
"Martin." Came the voice again making him turn and smile at the woman barrelling towards him.
"Hey, mom." He said as he hugged her, holding her as tight as she held him and surprisingly finding that actually he did want her here. Being in her arms again he felt the love she had for him, and he knew it was something he would never not want. It was just, he wasn't sure if he could cope with her and G meeting, though considering she was already in their house, their house oh how he loved those words, but anyway considering she was here he guessed that the first meet and greet was over. He could only go with the flow now.
"Oh Martin. Look at you." Roberta replied standing back and holding her boy at arm's length as she ran her eyes over him. He looked pale, but then he had been shot just three days ago. That was to be expected she was sure. This was what she had been dreading from the minute he told her he was becoming a cop. But she had promised herself long ago, when he had to shoot his own father to save her, that she would never stand in his way, whatever he did. He had been through so much, all she could give him was her love and support. But that did not stop the worry. At least he now had a nice man like G to look after him. Yes, she liked that young man, he had his head on his shoulders and his mind in the right place in her way of thinking. Mainly he loved her son.
"I'm fine, really." Deeks responded with a smile of reassurance. He didn't want her to worry, which was one of the main reasons she wasn't his next of kin. She had been through so such, he didn't want to add to her pain.
At that Roberta smiled widely in a way that was very reminiscent to that of her son as she guided him towards the couch which was now in the centre of the room. "Of course you are. And you have me and G here to look after you in your new home. I must say I do like it. So much space, and such a perfect house for a family. I can just see children playing out in the back yard."
"Mom." Deeks groaned as he sat down. 30 seconds. That was all it had taken for her to raise the subject of children. He had known she would, and he really didn't want to be having this conversation in front of G. Okay sure he had asked him to move in with him, had told him he loved him, but kids? That was a whole different ball game, and it was one they really weren't ready to play, not yet.
"What? It was just an observation, and it's not like single sex couples can't adopt you know." Roberta rattled off as she pulled of Marty's shoes and made his raise his legs so he was lying on the couch.
"I know, mom." Deeks sighed closing his eyes, not wanting to see the look on G's face at this conversation.
"Well you just relax while G and I cook dinner." Roberta replied patting his legs thinking that he had closed his eyes because he was worn out from the journey from the hospital.
"Your letting G cook? I thought you like this house?" Deeks answered opening one eye and smiling his cheeky smile at the two people he loved more than anyone else.
"Oh hush, I'm sure he is not that bad." Roberta replied, slapping the same leg she had previously been patting. But she did smile at the show of her sons humour.
"I really am." Callen injected, deciding it was time to remind the others he was there. He had wisely stayed out of the conversation about children. The idea of becoming a father sent a shiver down his spine. It was not something he had ever considered he would become, not with his sexual preference. But it did raise a question in the back of his mind. The idea that maybe one day that was what Marty would want. That one day he would them to have their own family. Could he do that? Could he be that man? He wasn't sure, and he could feel the need to run and hide rise inside him at those questions, but he also knew he wouldn't do that. He loved Marty, and right now that was all that was important. Anything else, well the future would hold what it did. No point thinking about it now. No, definitely no point.
"Well then while I am here I will have to reach you won't I?" Roberta asked turning her eyes to G and smiling sunnily up at him. It was a smile he couldn't not respond to, because it was so much like the one Marty used on him to get him to do what he wanted. It was a smile he loved, and it was obviously a family trait.
"Now that, I would pay to see." Deeks mumbled his eyes closing again. He hadn't relied how tired he was until he was lying down once more. Hmm, maybe he would take a little nap, surely his mom and G would be fine. And at least he didn't have to worry about the house burning down around him with his mom there. Though on the flip side of that he did have to wonder if G would still be there when he woke. But he knew he would. Because G Callen loved him, and he wouldn't be driven away by the crazy woman who had raised him. Of that he was sure. Mainly because he knew if nothing else his mom wouldn't let him. She would more than likely tie him up if he tried. And with that image in his head, one of his mom tying G to a chair and telling him to behave himself and wait for him to wake, he fell into a peaceful sleep in his new home with Monty lying down next to him as if on guard.