Prompt: I never really liked Callen's response when Densi's relationship was finally outed. Instead of being happy for them he just said, don't pretend like you didn't know the risks. Way to be supportive Callen. Could you maybe write a fanfic where he apologizes to Deeks, but also assures everyone is happy for Densi.


Kensi left before Deeks, deciding to go to her apartment and order takeout for both of them. He'd had one more report to submit, which took longer than usual as he thought over everything that happened. From getting spied on during their morning workout, to Hetty telling them to separate for the day, to her final big reveal that he had an open IA investigation against him.

While he was packing up, Callen walked in, texting one handed. He paused when he saw Deeks, then continued on to his own desk.

"You're here late," he commented.

"One of my monthly LAPD reports was due," Deeks explained. He straightened a few items on his desk, the antithesis of Kensi's trinket covered space, leaving just a cup of pens, a file holder, and his nameplate. He could sense Callen across the room, watching him, and wondered if he was about to get a lecture.

"Hey, I just wanted to make sure we were good," Callen said eventually.

"When are we not good?" Deeks responded with a tight smile. Today had been long and stressful, and for once, he did not feel up for chitchat. He closed his laptop, sliding it into his messenger bag.

"I mean, after what we talked about today. You and Kensi."

"Oh, I think you made your position on our relationship stunningly clear." He answered flippantly, not wanting to show how much Callen's lack of faith in him and Kensi bothered him. He'd expected it to a point. Having it confirmed though wasn't what he wanted.

"Ok, maybe what I said came out a little more harshly than I intended," Callen admitted, and Deeks snorted.

"No, "don't pretend you didn't know the risks" is definitely a ringing endorsement," Deeks said wryly, shaking his hair out of his eyes as he turned to face Callen finally. "You don't approve of us dating. It's ok. We expected it, which is why we attempted to keep it under wraps."

"And that obviously worked out well for you," Callen said with his usual dry sarcasm.

"Are we done here? Because it's late, and I'm tired, and Kensi's waiting for me."

"Deeks, wait." Callen touched Deeks' forearm, keeping him from brushing past. Deeks waited expectantly while Callen shifted uncomfortably. "Look, you know I'm not great when it comes to this stuff."

"Clearly," Deeks agreed.

"Just listen for a second. From the perspective of your team leader and coworker, yes, I'm not the biggest fan. The two of you dating is definitely gonna make things more difficult. It's just the nature of crossing that line," he explained himself, hesitating. Deeks raised an eyebrow, waiting for the part that didn't sound like further criticism. "But as your friend, I'm also happy for you. After everything you've gone through and overcome in the last couple years, you deserve this. I'm sorry that my initial response wasn't better."

"Oh. That's, uh, that's surprisingly supportive and kind," Deeks said with some surprise. He pursed his lips, feeling a little awkward now. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Callen smirked, breaking the moment. "I will wholeheartedly deny it though if you even think of telling Sam I said it."

"Your secret's safe with me."

"Good." Callen extended his hand to Deeks, and after a moment, he took it squeezing firmly. "Have a nice night, Deeks."

"You too, Callen."

Callen look over his shoulder on the way out. "Oh, and I might keep the PDAs to a minimum if you don't want Granger to shoot you."

"Got it," Deeks said, shaking his head as he slung his bag over his shoulder. Oddly enough, he felt just a little bit better.