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In answer to the question asked, I will not be covering the Romania episodes in this story. If I do write a sequel then they will probably show up in there, somehow. But not sure yet.
So here is the next chapter, it is again set in season 2, episode 22 'Plan B'. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer; I don't own NCIS: LA, nor any of the lines I have taken from the show.
Callen and Sam joined Kensi and Deeks in the boatshed after visiting the Southland Kings clandestino. They had found out something which turned everything on its head. Changed the woman they had waiting in interrogation from someone who could hopefully help them find Ray, to a suspect in this whole mess.
"Nichole called the Southland Kings this morning and told them Ray was still alive." Sam explained to the junior partners, filling them in on the intel they had gathered.
"If that's true, its conspiracy to commit first-degree murder." Callen continued, turning to look at Marty as he did so. He knew he already knew that, but he felt the need to say it out loud. To make sure the man he loved understood what trouble the woman in that room was in. He obviously knew her, what with her being Ray's wife and them spending time together while he was undercover. He wondered how the man he loved would take the news that the woman who married his best friend had tried to get him killed.
Deeks for his part didn't take his eyes off the screen which showed Nichole. He knew he should turn to G, knew he was waiting for to do or say something about what it was she had apparently done, but he couldn't. Because he knew what he needed to do next, and there was no way he would be able to go through with it if he looked at G even once. No way he could commit to what he would have to do to get the information they needed, if he saw those eyes once more before he did it. Because if he did he could already imagine the look of betrayal and hurt they will hold when he was done. So instead he turned to Kensi. "Okay, cuff me."
"What?" She asked in shock, wondering what was going through her partners head now.
"She knows Max, not me. Ray met Nichole three years ago. He was working undercover, he didn't want her to know he was an informant, so I covered for him." Deeks responded still not looking away from the woman he was going to talk to.
Kensi looked over at Callen, who had been watching Deeks' every move. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew the younger man did not want to do what he was about to. There was something more he wasn't telling them, and he knew that very soon he was going to find out what it was. So giving Kensi a nod, he too turned to watch the screen, not looking as the younger agent cuffed her partner and led him to interrogation. No instead he stood and watched as Marty was led in the room. He watched Nichole's surprise at seeing him, and he heard his response of "hey."
That one word was all Callen needed to know exactly what it was Marty hadn't been telling them. Because it was the same soft voice he used when he greeted him home from work. That was Marty's private voice for the one he loved. Callen wanted nothing more than to storm into the room and rip Marty back out of it. Get him as far away from Nichole as he possibly could. Because standing there staring at the screen as Kensi left the room he knew he was looking at the one person who could take away the man he loved. Who could destroy the live they had built together. He couldn't let that happen. But he also knew there was nothing he could do right then. He was going to have to stand there and watch them interact with each other. Watch whatever happened next.
And so watch he did. He watched as Nichole leaned across the table and kissed the man he loved. Put her lips where she had no right to put them. He wanted to turn away but found he couldn't. He wanted to kill the bitch for thinking she had any right to touch his Marty, but he knew he couldn't do that either. No. All he could do was stand and watch, his knuckles clenching so tight that his hands had gone white and his finger nails were digging into the palm of his hand. He couldn't take much more of this. Couldn't take his Marty showing that sort of affection to anyone other than himself. It was too much. luckily just as he was about to burst into the room and pull them physically apart they separated and Marty started talking. Started getting the information they needed. And that was the only reason Callen stayed exactly where he was.
Sam watched Deeks start to kiss Nichole and then he turned his eyes onto G. He wanted to make sure his partner was okay, and wasn't about to do anything stupid. He could see the real feelings in that room, there was no way anyone could fake them. Not to that extent. And he knew G would see it too. He just hoped this didn't tear the two guys apart. Hoped Callen didn't go off the deep end when Deeks came back out. Hoped he listened to what he had to say. But this was G, and who knew how he was going to respond to this situation?
Finally the kissing finished and Sam turned his attention back to the screen to hear what Nichole had to say. He heard her talk about how she wanted to spend more time with 'Max', and he heard Deeks' response of "I'd like that." At those words he looked over at Callen once more, wondering how he would react to them. But strangely enough, they seemed to relax him, why?
Callen heard the slight hesitation in Marty's words before he told Nichole he'd like to hang out with her more, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that that was a lie. He didn't know why, but that settled him. I mean it was possible the only reason Marty didn't want to spend more time with Nichole was because she only knew him as Max, but he hoped it wasn't. No he hoped it was more because of him. Because he loved him more than he did the woman he was talking to. Oh god, he hoped he did.
Kensi sat there listening, wincing inside for her team leader and her partner. It was never easy to see the one you loved undercover with someone else. That was why, as soon as Nichole told Deeks where Ray was heading, she was up and out of her chair. She needed to pull him out of there, get him away from her, and back with Callen where he belonged. Plus she had a feeling if she didn't do it, Callen might, and she doubted that would go well for anyone.
"Eric's started a search for this girl at grand central market, but it could take some time." Sam said once Deeks returned to the room, rubbing his wrist where Kensi had tightened the cuffs just a touch too much. He guessed his partner was none too happy with him at the moment. Make that both of them, he thought to himself as he looked up into the blank face of G.
"It's okay, I know her. I'll head over there." Deeks replied to Sam, before correcting his words. "Max knows her."
At his words silence descended upon the room. Everyone was waiting for Callen to say something, do something in response to what he had just witnessed. But he wasn't about to have the conversation him and Marty needed to have with their partners there. Therefore turning to Sam he spoke. "Why don't you and Kensi head back to ops. See what you can find out about the connection between Ray and the Southland Kings, Deeks and I'll go pick up Jenna."
Sam looked into his partner's eyes for a minute before nodding. He understood he needed time alone with Deeks. "Okay. Come on, Kens." He replied nodding to both men as he headed towards the door.
"Yeah. See you guys later." Kensi agreed, before following the older agent. The tension in the room was becoming so thick you could cut it with a knife, and she was very glad to leave.
Once they were alone Callen closed his eyes and let out a long deep breath he hadn't realised he had been holding. Hoping that with the excretion of air, he could remove the tension from his body. Hoped it could help him keep his emotions in check for the conversation he was about to have. When he felt himself ready he opened his eyes and pinned Deeks with his direct stare which gave nothing away to what he was thinking.
"Do you love her?" He asked simply. It was the only question that truly mattered to him right then. What had happened in the past was exactly that. But what he had just seen was very much in the present.
"I did, once." Deeks responded refusing to lie. He knew he had hurt G, he could see it in his eyes no matter how much he was trying to hide it behind his agent mask of indifference. He knew the other man too well to not be able to see through the cracks.
"And now?" Callen asked, his voice losing its nonchalant air and instead trembling slightly at the idea he was about to lose the only good thing he had in life.
"Now you are the only one I love, G. You've got to know that. There is no one else but you, and there never will be. What happened in there was what I needed to do find Ray. Yes, we have a history, but that is exactly what it is. History." Deeks replied moving forwards so he was close enough to place his hands on G's cheek, a look in his eyes begging G to believe the words he was speaking. Begging him to believe that what they had together was real in a way things with Nichole never had been.
At those words and the look on Marty's face Callen sighed. Everything was gonna be fine. He had been worrying for nothing, seeing things that were nothing more than a reflection of the past. And even as he let his relief course through him and he rested his forehead against the younger mans, he knew at the back of his mind that this wasn't the last time he would have to see Marty looking at someone else with love and affection in his eyes on an op. But even though he knew it, he also knew he was never going to get used to it, nor like it. He did not like to share after all. With that thought the possessiveness he felt over the man he loved rushed through him, it finally being given free rein by Callen's relief. It was that possessiveness that cause him to push his hands through Marty's hair pulling his lips fiercely against his own as he pushed him hard against the pillar behind them, pinning Marty there while he ravished his mouth. Kissing him with everything he had, everything he had bottled up while watching him kiss another. Kissing him in a way designed to remove the other lips from both their minds. To show all the feelings he needed to express to the man he loved more than anything else on earth.
And Deeks, well he was more than happy to respond to the kiss. It was so different from the one he had just shared with the woman who was still in interrogation. This one was filled with passion and fire. Filled with love and possession. It was without a doubt the perfect kiss from the perfect man. It was everything he needed and wanted, and everything that was his. It was pure Marty and G reaffirming what they meant to each other. It eased his mind in a way that nothing else could. Helped him return to the real world and remember that Max was not who he really was, that Max's life was not his own. All he needed to remember he was Marty Deeks, and he was loved by the best man he had ever met.
It was perfection. But even perfection had to end sometime. So coming up for breath they, by mutual agreement, pulled away from each other before the kiss went somewhere they really couldn't go right then. I mean the couch really wasn't that comfortable or big, and Callen was pretty sure Hetty would frown on them having sex on the table.
"Come on, let's go find this Jenna girl, and hopefully find Ray." He said once they both had themselves back under control. Hoping to use the words to remove his own mind from where it would much rather be, like his and Marty's bed for instance.
"Yeah." Deeks agreed, but even as they made their way out towards Callen's car he couldn't keep the smile off his face. The smile that was completely Marty Deeks, and had absolutely nothing to do with Max Gentry. Because that was who he was with G, he was himself. G Callen loved him for who he was, and not who he pretended to be, and that was the greatest gift anyone had ever given him.