#Deeks goes through it in season 5

[ejzah]

A/N: Fueled by my recent rewatch of season five which reminded just how crappy Deeks is treated, largely by Hetty.

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Enough is Enough

Deeks zipped his bag closed, the dim glow of a couple lights casting over his desk. He wasn’t in any hurry to leave; he didn’t exactly have much to go home to. He let himself wallow in that thought for a moment while he checked he hadn’t forgotten anything.

“Mr. Deeks.”

He turned at Hetty’s unexpected entrance. He didn’t have the energy for the usual dramatics of pretending he was surprised or even unnerved.

“I didn’t realize you were still here,” he said, sliding the strap of his bag over her his head. “I’ll walk you out.”

“Actually, I wanted a word with you,” she informed him with her inscrutable look that could be concealing incredibly devastating news or a tidbit of hope. He braced himself; the last few months had left him wary and conflicted when it came to Hetty.

“If you’re wondering if I’m ok after falling off of a moving vehicle, then the answer is I’m a little bruised but I’ll survive.” He flashed a smile, designed to reduce any concern long enough to make his escape.

“That’s good new,” Hetty said, and if he didn’t know better, she didn’t sound all that interested in his latest work-related heroics and ensuing injuries. She pauses and pursed her lips for a few seconds. “‘I’ve been thinking about your great love of surfing, Mr. Deeks.”

“Really? Well, Sorry Hetty, but my lesson slots are all booked. You’ll have to try again next week,” he drawled.

“Now that would make a most interesting afternoon indeed. No, as much as I would enjoy benefitting from your many years of experience as a surfer, that wasn’t why I brought up the topic. Recently, I saw an article about a surfer who became concussed after her board landed against her head.”

“Yeah, accidents can happen.” Deeks narrowed his eyes, not liking where this conversation seemed to be headed.

“Indeed. Then last week I couldn’t notice you had a rather large scrape on your arm.” Hetty drew her finger along her own, blazer-covered forearm. “Mr. Hanna said you’d had a run-in with another surfer.”

“It was his first time out on a board and he got too close,” Deeks explained, pausing for emphasis. “I gave him some tips. That kind of thing doesn’t happen often.”

“But it does happen. I think you should reconsider this particular extracurricular activity, Mr. Deeks. It’s too dangerous.”

“Remember that whole part where I jumped off a truck today?” Deeks asked incredulously. And maybe a little too sharply based on Hetty’s widened eyes. He pulled himself back over the line, even though he didn’t feel like being respectful in this particular moment. “Every day, I do a hundred things that are more dangerous than surfing. Last week, I chased a suspect through a burning building, got shot at about ten times, and disarmed a guy with knife. I don’t think surfing is going to be the thing to kill me, and if it does, at least I’d be happy in my last moments.”

It was a dark statement, but not wholly untrue. At the present time, surfing was one of the few activities that truly silenced the unpleasant thoughts and depression. Especially when his calls with Kensi were few and far between.

“Mr. Deeks,” Hetty admonished him, making a horrified sound. He just shrugged. “I think you should seriously consider surfing.”

“Contrary to popular belief, Hetty, you do not get a say in what I do outside of work hours,” he said bluntly.

“I’m just looking our for you. As I do for all my agents,” Hetty said, spreading her hands in a would-be innocent gesture.

Deeks wondered if Lauren Hunter had felt the great care of Hetty Lange. He certainly hadn’t when Hetty broke into his apartment last summer, nearly sending him into a PTSD spiral. Or when she sent Kensi to Afghanistan with almost no warning.

Sure, Hetty offered her slices of generosity in the form of satellite phones and messages about sunshine and gunpowder. Sometimes that wasn’t enough to offset the manipulation and calculated moves.

“No.”

Hetty looked genuinely shocked. “No?”

“That’s right.” He grabbed his phone off the desk and tucked it into his pocket. “And I want my keys back, Hetty,” he added as he unceremoniously walked passed her.

[universechaser]

Ncis LA

I just started this show a little bit ago, I’m on season 5 now. The first season was like really REALLY hard to get through it was very boring and the pacing sucked but I powered through it cause I’d seen clips and it seemed different in later seasons especially when Deeks came on. I was right, he brought a light and energy to the show that wasn’t there before.

The show is ok for the most part, the banter is decent between Sam and Callen but neither of those guys can act and I love LL Cool J, first saw him in Deep Blue Sea (love that movie). Hetty is entertaining to a point but I feel link the whole mysterious badass old woman thing is really overdone and she gets a free pass on too much especially when she holds a lot of information back, especially from Callen when he only wants to know about his family. Eric and Nell are ok but we know next to nothing about them, most of all Eric and he’s been there since day one. Don’t know about his family or anything. We know more about Nell and see her more often.

Nate annoyed me at first cause I didn’t get what the point of him was but maybe that’s because I’ve seen criminal minds and other shows already factor in the profiling aspect before this. Now I can tolerate him cause he comes and goes every season.

I’m honestly only watching now for Deeks and Kensi.

[nightskywonderer]

SuperWonder Reference 🤗 Kensi: Ah, Deeks. Deeks: Hey, yeah. Uh, tonight. Let's, you want to talk? Yeah. Kensi: Yeah. Let's start with my gym bag. Where is it? Deeks: Evidence locker. Your gym bag was part of the operation, so it had to go to the evidence locker. Kensi: My sports bras are not supposed to be part of any operation. This is a gross invasion of my privacy. Deeks: Well, the good news is this team totally respects your privacy. So you're fine. Also this team thinks it's totally awesome yet a little bit predictable that you wear a Wonder Woman sports bra. Kensi: Okay, I wouldn't exactly call them Wonder Woman- Deeks: No, I saw it. That's what it was. Kensi: You weren't supposed to be- Deeks: They're perfect 'cause they match my Superman underwear. Kensi: I didn't need to know that. Deeks: I didn't need to tell you that. Kensi: (Laugh) Okay. NCIS: Los Angeles -Season 5, Episode 21 “Three Hearts.” Description: An undercover NCIS agent is taken into custody when he is suspected of working for the smuggler he is supposed to be investigating. Meanwhile, Kensi and Deeks discuss their relationship when Kensi returns to the field. What’s the three hearts? “He said that everybody's got three hearts. The first heart, that's the one you show to strangers. The second heart? Only your family gets to see that. Your family and the person put on this Earth to walk by your side. Your soul mate. But that third heart is the thing. Never let anyone see it. There's too much truth inside. Too much risk.” Superman and Wonder Woman is all about truth. There is no such thing as too much truth with them and they have definitely seen each other’s third heart. There wouldn’t be any hesitation to take and fight together through the risks! I don’t watch this show but watching various videos that capture the pairing through out the show and reading up on the dynamic of these two, Kensi Blye and Marty Deeks, their relationship seems to be much like Diana and Kal’s. Instant attraction upon first meeting. Partners with obvious feelings for each other but try (and fail) to deny. It’s an ongoing friendly flirtation and slow burn build contemplating whether or not to give into their feelings because if they do and something goes wrong, they don’t want to lose each other as friends and partners. They are protective of each other, won’t hesitate to take risks for each other and also get extremely jealous if other people are trying to flirt. Yep...that definitely sounds familiar. ❤️

[fallinfor-youreyes]

Blackmail

So, @we-are-being-watched is the greatest friend in the universe. I sent her this headcanon and in return she wrote me this so enjoy. 

Headcanon that Deeks has a collection of compromising photos of Eric (based on the photo of him in jail in season 5 and of him and Nell kissing in season 8) that he uses to blackmail Eric when he needs something.

Nell wasn’t quite asleep when Eric’s phone starts buzzing—she’s more in a state of peaceful drowsiness where her mind is just asleep enough that vague dreams drift through her mind. She’s with Eric, of course, on the beach somewhere. It can’t be LA, because they are the only people here.

A floral blanket is spread beneath them, atop which a wicker basket is perched. It is open to reveal an array of fresh fruit and a bottle of champagne, plus two empty glasses.

Eric hands a glass to her before lifting the bottle and asking her, “Would you like to do the honors?”

But she would rather watch him do it, and he grins when she says so. With a flourish, he unwinds the foil from the cork and places a white cloth over it. Slowly, he eases the cork out of the bottle until there is a pop—

Bzzzz. Bzzzz.

Nell is shaken from her dream unceremoniously by the sound of a phone vibrating against the glass of Eric’s bedside table.

Bzzzz. Bzzzz.

Eric’s side of the bed is empty, and after a moment, Nell becomes aware of the sound of a steady patter of water coming from the shower.

Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz.

“Eric?” she calls.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he responds cheerily. His voice echoes against the pane of the shower.

Bzzzz. Bzzzz.

“Morning,“ she calls back. “You’re getting a bunch of texts from someone. They seem pretty eager to reach you.”

“Do you mind checking it?” he asks. “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Nell picks up the phone just as another round of buzzing begins. She unlocks his phone with her fingerprint and goes into Messages.

Deeks’ name is the first listed, constituting for all 12 of the missed messages. When she opens the message string, the first eleven texts are photos.

“What the hell…?” she whispers aloud when she sees the photos.

They must have been from a couple years ago because his hair resembles a porcupine slightly more than it does now.

Hair on a head which, by the way, is stuck between the banister of the stairs leading up to ops. The pictures all must have been taken in the same few minute span, just from different angles. She can see Hetty in the background of some of them, with an expression somewhere between bemused and vexed, with her arms crossed and her eyebrows drawn together.

Hoping for an explanation, she scrolls to the last message.

D: hey buddy my car broke down and k has yoga could u give me a ride to a doctors appt at 11? thx

Nell rereads the text twice. She is still not quite awake, and this is just a little too much for her at the moment.

The stream of water stops then, and moments later Eric walks out wrapped in a pale blue towel.

After placing a gentle kiss on her bedhead, he asks, “Who was it?”

Wordlessly, she hands him the phone. His eyes bug out when he sees the photos.

“Listen, I can… I can explain—” he stammers.

“Don’t,“ she responds. “I think I like it better with absolutely no context.”

He sighs in relief and grins, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,“ she responds. As she sits up taller to reach his lips with hers. Right before they can meet, though, she whispers teasingly, “Even when your head is stuck in the banister.”

[ejzah]

Deeks offering to leave NCIS if it means Kensi can come back. 💔

[ejzah]

NCIS LA Season 14 Countdown, Day 10

A/N: This one is for Ascension (because I forgot it’s part of season 5, not 4). So, I might post season 4’s episode tomorrow instead.

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One Last Run

Rest. That’s what everyone keeps telling him. You can rest now, Detective. You’ve been through a lot, Deeks, don’t strain yourself.

He’d love nothing more rest. Sleeping would actually be fantastic. To have a few moments of oblivion from his very unpleasant reality. Every time he closes his eyes, he’s faced with Sidorov, a drill that never stops whirring, and unimaginable that medication can’t even touch. He’d rather face every bit of pain though, than to wake up screaming again.

Circling the thumb and index finger around the opposite wrist, Deeks stares at the wall. It’s too quiet, too little time with his own thoughts. What he really needs is something to keep his mind busy. Or oblivion.

He feels weak, broken. Useless.

He grabs the temp phone Nell dropped off to replace his own cell which he assumes is in evidence. If it even survived his fancy dive into Sidorov’s pool. Ignoring the shiver that runs the length of his spine, Deeks opens his messages, his thumb over Kensi’s name.

It’s killing him not knowing what’s going on, knowing that Sidorov and his men are still out there with what they’re capable of. What they could to Michelle, Callen…Kensi. Swallowing harshly, he tosses the phone on the table next to the bed, forcing back tears.

A nurse comes and goes, leaving behind his medication, a snack, and more platitudes, which he accepts with a distracted nod. He knows she’s probably regarding him with sympathy he just can’t handle right now.

It’s as he’s picking at a liquidy cup of jello that his door opens again and he jerks, pressing back into his pillows, reaching for a gun that isn’t there.

“Kensi,” he breathes, ashamed of his reaction. “Hey.”

“Deeks,” she echoes, eye flickering over him, and it occurs him that she hasn’t seen him since he and Sam were brought into the emergency. He has just enough time to register that she seems relatively uninjured before she’s moving further into the room, a duffle bag clutched in her right hand.

“What’s going on?” he asks, words coming out slightly distorted.

“Sidorov knows about Michelle and he has her,” she replies, her eyes heavy with worry and something else. “We need your help. I brought some clothes for you, your gun, and badge,” she continues, setting the bag on the chair and quickly unpacking things.

“Do you know where she is?” Deeks asks, distracted for the first time in hours. He’s seen, felt, what Sidorov is capable of, and the idea of Michelle being subject to his sadistic mind makes him ill.

“No. Eric and Nell are working on it. We lost contact with her, and when we tried to breach the hotel room, she and Sidorov were gone.”

“Damn it. Does Sam know?”

Kensi turns, huffing out sound that might have been humorous if it weren’t for the situation. As she turns back, Deeks starts yanking out his IV and disconnects the pulse monitor on his finger.

“Are you kidding? He broke out hours ago, and was there when we found out. Hetty’s not happy about it.”

He wonders what Hetty thinks about his imminent escape. He supposes it doesn’t matter at this point. It’s not likely he’s coming back to NCIS, or anywhere else.

As he slides out of bed, something in his side twinges, and he clenches his teeth against the pain before he remembers that it’s a terrible idea. Kensi’s by his side in an instant as he gasps and clutches at the bed rail, instantly flashing back to the garage.

“Deeks!” Kensi’s voice is urgent in his ear, hands tight on his forearms. It’s enough to bring him back to the present and see her standing in front of him, though he’s still trembling. “Hey, are you ok?

She sounds shaken herself, though right now he can’t look in her in the eye.

“Yeah,” he lies. “I just bit down wrong.”

“You know, you don’t need to do this,” Kensi says softly. “If it’s too much…after what you went through Deeks, no one would blame you for stepping back.”

He glances at her, seeing a wealth of concern, and something he can’t face right now that has him just as quickly looking to the ground.

“No,” he says, realizing she’s still clinging to his arms. “No, I can’t just sit back. Not after what I’ve seen him do, after what me an Sam went through to keep Michelle safe. I need to do this.”

“Ok,” Kensi whispers. She’s still clinging to his arms, her touch warm, and comforting. Seeming to notice at the same time he does, she abruptly lets go, cupping her hands around her elbows instead. “I’ll wait outside while you change. Let me know if you need anything.”

Deeks nods, staying silent while as she leaves the room. Maybe is through with being a cop, but he can still save someone. At least this one last time.