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The next few days were not easy. Kensi noticed Callen and Sam were different, but she couldn't say why. They were. They kept looking at each other with embarrassed complicity. There were four people in that corner of the mission and three of them for sure had masturbated thinking about the fourth. Kensi had her reasons. Although she didn't want to admit it, she had felt attracted to Deeks from the beginning, she had been his girlfriend, and now his wife. But them? What was their explanation? At least Sam made it to the showers. Callen wasn't so lucky. Good thing there was no one in the recreation room.
The next day was a boring day of paperwork, the kind Callen hated so much. In other situations he would have gone to train a little every half hour, but every time he went in there his mind flew to that evening. As an alternative, he decided to go to the firing line, and seeing that he wasn't the only one, they all decided to stretch their legs by practicing their shots. Kensi seemed upset about something. Deeks was trying to talk to her, but she seemed more interested in tearing the target apart with bullets.
'Won't you tell me what's wrong with you?' the blond asked insistently. She fired a few more shots and then took off her ear protector. The others mimicked her, ready to listen.
'Someone stole a lollipop from my drawer' she said. Deeks paled and Callen and Sam looked at each other and smiled.
'It was Deeks' they said in unison. The blond looked at them with a mixture of hatred and fear. He began to stutter with his typical nervous smile.
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'What, no, Kensilina, listen, I don't... it's just... Oh, come on! You seriously expect me to trust my six to you and then you betray me this easily? What kind of partners are you?'
Kensi looked at him as if he was her next target. He was just grateful for the windows that separated one space from the other. He hoped they were bulletproof. Behind her, he saw the faces of his supposed companions give him one last mocking look and put their hearing protection back on. Before they did, Deeks remembered he now had other means at his disposal, taught by a very good friend. He cleared his throat to control his voice and spoke in a calmer tone:
'Well yes, Kensilina, it was me, I'm sorry' he said pouting.
That was unexpected, so much so that the men took off their equipment again. It wasn't supposed to happen like that. He was supposed to stutter a little, say something stupid, Kensi would get upset and they would have something to tease about for the rest of the day, maybe joke about who would sleep on the couch that night. That was their dynamic. They stared in terror at the blond, almost convinced this would be his last day on Earth.
'You better have a good explanation' she blurted out pointing an accusing finger at him. Deeks started giving her that puppy look, God, how she hated that face, because it made her forget why she was angry.
'I wanted to ask you, but you were gone and... they just taste as sweet as you do!' he looked this way and that, pretending to make sure no one heard them, though he knew perfectly well they did 'I thought of you as I ran my tongue, slowly and gently, all over its surface. First slowly, then quickly; then making circles, going up and down, giving a little nibble here and there, enjoying its touch, its taste...'
As he said this, he moved closer and closer to the glass until he pressed his body against it, the palm of one hand resting on the surface, the other caressing the collar of his shirt, as if he was beginning to feel hot. It was like those jailhouse conversations that would escalate and the lovers would end up touching each other through the screen. Kensi started to get horny, eyes wide, mouth open, a sweet squeak escaping from the back of her throat. As a result of the excitement and without intending to, she pulled the trigger and let off a shot that scared the three men away. Luckily the bullet landed somewhere in the firing range.
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He had escaped Kensi's wrath, but now he had to get back at Sam and Callen. He didn't know how he would do it, but he also didn't know the other day had made more of a dent in them than he had expected. Nor had he stopped to think Karma would do its work. He found out only a few minutes later when he dropped a pen under his desk. When he bent down to retrieve it, Sam wasn't as controlled as Callen. What could he do? Deeks was right next to him, on his four, and wearing the tightest jeans on the market. It was only a few seconds, but Kensi noticed. Jealous, she shouted an offended "Hey, you!" which, again, startled her male partners. Only this time Deeks was unlucky enough to hit his head on the hard wood.
'Auch! Ow! Ah! Fraggle Rock! You killed me!' he cried, trying to get out of there with one hand on his head, sore and a little dizzy.
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'How you doing, Mr. Deeks?' asked Hetty to the young man lying on the mission couch with an ice pack on his head as she shined a small light into his eyes.
'Horrible. My pen fell, I bent down and next thing I felt was pain'.
'We'll try not to make jokes on that one' Callen said jokingly, but Kensi glared at him.
There was a lot going on at NCIS. All of them dangerous. It was a habit by now. It was their job. Nothing new. The people there seemed to have lost their fear of everything. Everything but two things: Henrietta Lange's presence and Kensi Blye's anger. Whether it was fighting bad guys or having a knick-knack stolen. In this case, she had seen a colleague staring there at her husband. She almost broke Talia Del Campo's nose when they weren't even dating. When Hetty confirmed Deeks just needed to lie down for a while and he had nothing more than a bump on his head, the others went back to their posts.
'Do you think the bump will affect his IQ?'
'Has he ever had that?'
Callen and Sam tried to act natural, but Kensi wasn't buying it.
'OK, let's get one thing straight, have you guys heard that "you look but don't touch" thing?'
They both nodded, confused, and she held up her hand, proudly showing her wedding ring to one and the other.
'Well, in your case you'd better remember.'
Some people began to appear dead in the vicinity of a disco. All of them African-American, Jewish, gypsy or gay. The modus operandi was the same: all beaten to death and a swastika "tattooed" on their foreheads with knives. Clearly this was a hate crime by some Nazi group, but since some of the victims were a SEAL and two soldiers the NCIS took over. After investigating the area several times they concluded the best way to catch them was from the inside. Callen and Deeks' traits, along with the latter's experience as an undercover made them the perfect candidates. The blond at first refused, not because of the danger, nor because he would betray his own morals, no. But because the gang would surely force him to shave his hair to join them. Sam tried to tease him by bringing a hair clipper, hinting that he would shave it off himself to " put him out of his misery" while Callen held him down. It wasn't so funny when, indeed, the Nazis tried to force the blond to shave his head and tattoo a swastika as a rite of passage. Callen broke out of his role to rush at the men in aid of his friend. He did tease the younger man all he wanted because deep down he knew he would never hurt him actually, not on purpose. But you never know the intentions of others. As he pushed at them, the shouting began, then the blows; ten burly Nazis against two "wannabes," experienced in hand-to-hand combat, but outnumbered. Kensi, Sam and Nell intervened along with the police as gunshots began to be heard. Kensi stepped in just in time to see Callen rush at Deeks, pushing him away and saving him from being shot. The blond fell on his back and Callen on top of him, feeling their warm bodies, faces very close. The leader couldn't resist and brought his thin lips together with the other's fleshy ones. Quickly, too quickly, just enough to pretend it had been accidentally caused by the fall.
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'Ok, I take it back: you can touch' she said as she cuffed one of the suspects.
Callen nodded in understanding as she led another away. Hearing this, Sam took the Nazi boss away giving an affectionate squeeze to Deeks' shoulder, relieved that all had gone well.
John Schwarz, the gang leader, was taken to the boatshed for interrogation. When Callen and Sam entered the room he refused to "talk to scum" and spat on the floor near Sam's feet. The impulsive Deeks couldn't take it and walked unannounced into the place, startling everyone, and asked to be left alone with him.
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'You know? there's something I don't get. Are you proud of your German origins?'
'Of course' The suspect let out a derisive snort.
'Well, you don't seem to have stopped and learn much from them. Like how a Romany can fit right in with your physical requirements. Or the language, for example did you know Schwarz means black in German?'
'And you know you are a traitor to the race?' shouted the suspect, offended and hurt in his pride 'You could have joined us, the Aryan race, the strongest and most perfect one in the world. But no! You work with them' said "them" with disgust 'D'you think I haven't noticed how they look at you? How they ogle you? Queer! You like being fucked by a nigger, a gipsy and a spic!?'
Deeks couldn't come out of his astonishment even when Schwarz lost it and tried to grab his throat. The other three members arrived in time to separate them. Furious, Sam held Schwarz against the wall and Kensi, grinding her teeth, asked Deeks to leave the place. Not just the room. The boatshed. Still in shock, Deeks did nothing but obey, blows and gasps the last thing he heard before heading back to the mission. Innocent people had died of a cruel beating by order of that dude, just because they were different from him. It was only fair that he should get his comeuppance in the same way.
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It wasn't until later that the others returned, heading straight for the bathroom. They had some blood on their clothes and hands and Deeks feared the worst. When they all got out, cleaned up and with ice or plasters on their knuckles, they sat down on the seats in the lounge area.
'Schwarz...?'
'In jail' replied Kensi, crisply.
'We didn't go that far' said Sam, trying to reassure Deeks.
Callen leaned forward to place his hand on the younger man's knee.
'Deeks, man, you know we love you, right? No matter what happens, or how much we mess with you. We never meant to hurt you, outwardly or inwardly. Please tell me you understand.' A hint of pleading in his tone.
Deeks didn't know what to say, just nodded. Sam continued
'Trust us. We'll never let you down if we know you're in real danger. And if we ever offended you, I'm deeply sorry. Tell us without fear or shame'
Sam's look seemed to mean more than his words. It was also obvious they had had a long conversation among the three of them. Deeks wasn't sure he fully understood. He would have to ask Sharon. For now he just nodded once more.
'Yeah, tell them because these brutish guys sometimes don't know the line between jokes and cheap shots' said Kensi, who earned a warning look from them 'ahem, fiiiiine, sometimes, just sometimes, maybe I don't either.'
They chatted some more until the atmosphere calmed down. Deeks stood up with an 'I love you, guys'. To his surprise, Sam responded with 'We love you too', not his trademark sarcastic "We like you too", and Callen offered a group hug. OK, that was new, but he wouldn't turn it down. During the hug, the blond felt someone touch his ass. After what Schwarz said, he expected it to be Kensi compromising him in public, in revenge for his comments about the lollipop.But when he asked "whose hand is...?" he stopped feeling the touch instantly as three voices at once murmured "sorry."