Hello my darlings. I would like to thank IWantColoredRain, 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, firstly, I've finished my thesis, yeah. Secondly sorry for the long wait, I have had a bit of a block on how to end this chapter, but then it came to me in a dream last night. I hope you like the results.
READ ME: I also want to say that this story is slowly coming towards its conclusion. There is still a few chapters to go as I plan to write this up to S2:E22 'Plan B'. But now I have more time on my hands I wanted to put the idea of me doing a sequel to you. I can't decide which sort to write. Whether to continue on in the detailed fashion I have written this one for each of the following seasons, (if I do that it will be a VERRRRY long project and will take me years), or if I should just take certain Deeks and or Callen orientated episodes and write them in this AU. The latter is probably the one I would prefer as it's the less daunting, but I will have to see how it goes. So firstly I want to see how many people would be interested in me continuing this storyline, and secondly if there is any particular episode you want to see done, let me know, as I will be writing them chronologically. Therefore if I've past the one you want I won't go back and write it. Let me know in a PM or review what you think.
Anyway, this chapter is set in season 2, episode 18 'Harm's Way'.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS: LA, nor any of the lines I have taken from the show.
Callen walked into his hotel room in Yemen, having just spoken briefly to Sam. They were waiting for the terrorist organisation to get in contact, so there wasn't much he could do… apart from meet Hetty's asset in the area. Or at least that was who he hoped was in his bathroom and whose stuff was on the bed. If not then he was going to have a bit of a problem. Flipping open the case, he found all the hardware they were gonna need on this op. Pulling out a sat phone he spoke to the person on the other side of the door.
"So how does it feel to be Hetty's asset in Yemen?" He asked, already guessing who it was that was in the bathroom.
The door opened and there stood Nate, drying his hands as he replied to Callen's question. "Dangerous."
Callen looked up at the face of the man he had last seen in ops, what seemed so long ago, though it wasn't even a year he realised. He hadn't been there when Nate had been back in the country, hadn't been there when Moe had died. So much had happened since he had given Nate the name of his contact in Afghanistan. So much had changed in his life, and in the life of the man in front of him for that matter.
"Hetty had me back in Yemen within a week of Abdul arriving. Got some contacts here. People inside the government who know a little more than they are letting on about the Warriors of Islam. They've been feeding me intel." Nate continued as he and Callen quickly set everything up, the agent grabbing one of the guns and loading it before packing up all the things he would need to back Sam up. After all that was what he was there to do, to watch his partners back.
As Callen packed, Nate gave him a run-down of the situation. Letting him know more about the boy who had been kidnapped, as well as the movements of the terrorist's forces that he had been able to track. But when he came to the end of the update, he couldn't stop himself falling back into old habits as he asked "so how is every going with you?"
"It's, good. Really good." Callen replied not being able to stop the smile that appeared on his face. Because he knew what Nate was asking. He wanted to know about his relationship with Marty, and well that always gave Callen a reason to smile. Just thinking of the younger man would cause one to break out on his face.
"Really? And you and Deeks, how's that doing?" Nate asked trying to get information from the reserved man. The one who would never willing give him anything.
"Well considering we just moved in together. I gonna say pretty well." Callen replied smirking at how his words made Nate's eyes widen in shock. He knew it would have that effect on the man who had spent the last few years trying to get him to open up and trust people enough to form bonds with them.
"You moved in together? Seriously?" Nate asked wanting to make sure Callen wasn't winding him up. He wouldn't put it past the agent, after all it had always seemed to be one of his favourite past times when they worked together.
"No need to sound so surprised, Nate." Callen responded shaking his head as he continued to pack up all the equipment he would need if he had to pull Sam out.
"No, I'm- congratulations." Nate answered finally finding the right word to say. Though even as he did he couldn't believe that G Callen had taken that step. And sitting there, a hunted man in enemy territory Nate couldn't help but see how their roles seemed to have reversed. He was now the one doing the dangerous job, the one in the field with no one to depend upon but himself, and Callen was the one settling down. The one who had opened his heart to such an extent he was willing to share his life with another. It was pretty baize, and not a situation he had ever considered either of them would have been in a year ago.
"Thanks." Callen replied with a nod, but before either of them could say anything more, three clicks came across the radio. Sam was on the move, it was time for Callen to get to work.
Deeks had spent the night at the mission, along with Kensi, Eric, Nell and Hetty. The latter had tried to get them all to go home, but Deeks couldn't do it. His job was to find out if Sam had been comprised. It was his responsibility to make sure the man he loved's partner and best friend was not in a life threatening situation. And that was the only reason he refused when Hetty suggested it. And it had nothing to do with the fact he didn't want to return to the empty house. Nothing to do with the fact that this was the first time G had had to go on a mission since they have moved in together. Nothing whatsoever to do with how in returning to his new home he wouldn't be able to pretend he and G had just chosen to take a couple days away from each other as he used to when he had his own apartment. Nope, nothing at all.
Okay so he was lying and everyone knew it, but luckily no one called him on it. Hetty allowed them all to stay, sleeping briefly in different places in the mission, Deeks himself opting for taking turns on the couch with Kensi. Not that he slept much, but he did get some rest. He knew he needed to if he was going to be able to do his job. He had also called Steve to ask him to make sure Monty had some food as he wasn't going to be returning that night. Luckily the detective knew the drill and was more than happy to settle the dog before returning to his own home, even leaving the TV on for his canine partner, so he wouldn't feel alone in the empty house. He knew Monty well, after all.
So that was how Deeks found himself sitting at Kensi's desk as the sun rose on G's birthday. This was not where he had planned to be spending that morning, and he couldn't stop himself from turning to the empty seat next to him. The seat that was usually occupied by the man he loved. Oh he needed to stop these morose thoughts. G was fine, he and Sam would be back in no time having saved the day. He needed to concentrate on work.
"Good morning, Mr Deeks. Care for some tea?" Came a voice from behind him making him jump slightly before he turned with a smile.
"No thanks, Hetty. I've got a coffee." He replied wanting to focus on the case at hand, rather than anything else. And he had a feeling that sitting and drinking tea with Hetty would cause other things to enter his mind. You know, those ones he was trying his hardest to push away from his conscious thoughts.
"Very well. He will be back soon, Marty. Have no fear." Hetty responded in the hopes of soothing his mind, walking away as she did so. She too know what day it was, not that Callen ever cared about his birthday, but she knew the date.
And as Hetty returned to her office Deeks went and woke his partner. It was time to get back to work.
It took a while, but finally they found a crack in the case. It wasn't long after that that they discovered that Sam had been comprised. Oh this was so not good. Deeks knew this put both the senior agents in a lot more danger. Just as he knew that G would do everything he could to make sure Sam came home with him. All he could do was hope and pray that they both returned unharmed.
Once the mission was complete he had wanted to stay at the office to wait for G to return, but Hetty wouldn't hear of it. So that was how he found himself walking through the door of G's home, their home, alone. How he found himself greeting Monty with a scratch of his ears, before falling onto the couch.
"He'll be home soon." Deeks said when he saw Monty was still looking towards the door, waiting for the last member of their little family to appear. With those words he lay down so he could reach out and stoke the dog while resting. He would wait for G to return here, because there was no way he was going to go to their bed alone. And that was the last thought that went through his head before his eyes closed and he fell asleep, Monty settling down beside him, though he kept his eyes firmly locked on the front door.
Callen was beyond tired. He ached all over from throwing himself out of the moving car when he had charged the terrorist camp to extract Sam. Okay, maybe that wasn't the best plan he had ever had, but hey it worked, even if he did now feel like a walking bruise. At least nothing was broken. Then there was the fact he hadn't slept the night before, instead keeping watch on what was going on. So yeah, all he really wanted to do right then, was fall into bed beside the man he loved and stay there until morning. In fact he was so tired he thought he might even sleep the whole night through. Quietly opening the door to his and Marty's home, he was greeted by Monty, who refused to move until he had crouched down and given him and a proper welcome to show he was really there. Callen was surprised by this, oh not by Monty's behaviour, but that he wasn't in his bed in the bedroom. He knew the only reason that Monty would be in the livingroom was that Marty was as well.
"Where's your daddy huh?" He asked quietly, not expecting a reply, therefore he couldn't help but smile as Monty walked away from him towards the couch. Following the dog, Callen found himself greeted with the most gorgeous sight he had ever seen. Because there lying on the couch, fast asleep was Marty. Callen couldn't stop himself from kneeling down beside him, gently pushing a few strands of the younger man's hair out of his face, before he closed the distance between them and placed a gentle kiss upon the sleeping man's lips. A kiss that caused Marty's eyelids to flutter and open, blinking up at the sight that greeted them.
"And sleeping beauty awakes." Callen muttered softly, smiling at the man he loved, smiling as the sleep induced confusion gave way to joy in Marty's eyes.
"G, your home." Deeks cried, launching himself off the couch and straight into the waiting arms of the man he loved. Once there he gave him a proper kiss. One which was filled joy at being reunited. Filled with the love the held for each other.
And Callen, well he had no problems with finding himself almost lying on the floor, not as long as he had Marty in his arms. But after a time, the bruises covering his body started to make themselves known and he couldn't prevent the groan that escaped his lips between kisses. And Deeks hearing it knew it was not a groan of pleasure.
"You're hurt. Where? What happened?" He asked pulling himself off of the other man and instead trying to inspect him.
"Just a few bruises, I'll be fine. But right now I really need to go to bed with the man I love." Callen replied pulling Marty's hands away from trying to strip him. He was more than happy to let Marty remove his clothes, but he would prefer there be a mattress for him to lie on once it was done.
"Well that can certainly be arranged." Deeks responded in a sultry voice now Callen had confirmed his injuries weren't serious. Instead he gave the older man his best come to bed with me eyes. They were back together, and he wanted to celebrate G's return properly.
"Well, I was thinking of sleeping, but-" Callen answered, his own eyes darkening with desire. With the need to be with the one he loved once more.
After that no more words were spoken, they had a better use for their tongues and lips as they greeted each other after their short separation. As they slowly and gently celebrated their being together once again.