Prompt: I love everything you write! After reading your "Hey, you're Marty Deeks" drabbles, I was wondering if you could write something about how the entire team at OSP is legendary, and people at FLETC finding out Deeks is a part of it? Like Kam said to Sam a couple of episodes ago: "You're a legend, everybody knows you". Thanks!
A/N: First of all, I'm so glad you enjoy my stories, anon. Secondly, I received another prompt that is very similar to this one, so I'm combining them into one fic. I hope you don't mind that this is coming far after the fact.
"So, I bet you have some pretty crazy stories from working with NCIS," Charlie Teale prompted as he poured some ketchup on his tray and then automatically handed the bottle to Jake.
Since finding out his background, Charlie, Jake, and Omar seemed a constant presence in his life. Aside from the fact that they actually seemed to enjoy hanging around him, they were thoroughly fascinated with his past. Most of the time it was vaguely amusing, but sometimes-like right now when he was just trying to eat his turkey sandwich in peace-it got a little frustrating.
"Mm, a few," Deeks answered, a little evasively. He hid a smirk as Jake scoffed and leaned forward.
"Oh c'mon, man. You work with Sam-freaking-Hanna and are married to another renowned agent," he said loudly. "There's got to be dozens of amazing stories."
"You know, he doesn't have to tell us if he doesn't want to," Omar commented. "Although if you do, I would love to hear more about how you guys ended up crashing an ambulance into a harbor."
"Ok, that one was completely on Agents Hanna and Callen," Deeks said, having no problem throwing them under the bus at the moment.
Jake glared at him as Deeks popped a carrot into his mouth and crunched it loudly.
"That's disappointing, Deeks. You're supposed to be our unofficial mentor. How else can we properly learn if you don't give us all the details?"
"Nice try, but the only person who can guilt-trip me into something is my partner. And she's a lot prettier than you," Deeks said.
"Did you say that you know Agent Sam Hanna?" A guy a few seats down from them interjected. Deeks didn't recognize him, but he looked about mid-20s, like the majority of the candidates.
"Yeah." He answered a little reluctantly, especially when several more people gathered closer. Based on their eager expressions, they'd been listening in on the conversation for a while.
"The ex-SEAL?"
"Yup, that's the one."
"Damn!" he said, getting up to move closer. "He's like a legend."
"Oh, we know," Deeks said, imagining Sam's expression if a bunch of up-and-coming agents called him a legend.
"So how did you meet him?"
"Uh-"
"Deeks works with him," Charlie interjected before Deeks could get anything out. When Deeks narrowed his eyes at him, Charlie just grinned. "He's part of the Special Operations team in Los Angeles."
"I've heard about you guys," a powerfully built candidate with brown hair said. "A couple years ago you snuck into Mexico and kidnapped a foreign dignitary."
"Uh, that's not exactly true," Deeks answered slowly, wondering what other skewed stories were out there about them.
"But you do work for Hetty Lange?" A woman asked. Deeks recognized her from the strategy course
"Yes." Their eager expressions increased and with a roll of his eyes, he added, "And yes, she's just as mysterious and terrifying as you've always heard. Maybe even more."
"Man, I would kill to be on your team," the first guy said and his friend knocked his shoulder playfully.
"Like you'd ever get on an elite team, Paul."
"Hey, it's possible." Paul gestured to Deeks. "He made it."
"Yeah, but I had to go up against Agent Hanna at an MMA gym first," Deeks said, enjoying the way Paul's mouth popped open in surprise.
"I want the whole story," Paul demanded, sitting down next to Deeks abruptly. A crowd of five or six more people followed his example, adding in their own questions and comments.
"You know, I kind of hate you right now." Deeks glared at Charlie, who shrugged unapologetically.
"Next time just tell me a story and I won't have to resort to desperate measures."
Looking down at his half-eaten sandwich with regret, Deeks sighed and gave up on enjoying the rest of lunch.
"About 11 years ago I was on an undercover operation at an MMA gym. That's where I met Agent Hanna and the rest of my team. Now, Sam would probably tell you that he hated me on sight…"
As he told the story of his first case with NCIS, Deeks looked around at the 15 or so candidates hanging onto his every word. Well, if he didn't make it as an agent, at least he would make a decent teacher.