Volume 1
Edition 6
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Mini FanFic:
Partners for the Evening
by Sweet Lu
“Don’t move, Mr. Deeks.”
“No problem there, Hetty,” he replied, gritting out the words as he tried to stop the bleeding from the bullet wound in his leg.
“I think I hit one of them,” she whispered, taking a quick look around the darkened living room of the safe house from her position on the floor beside her wounded agent.
“So, not as friendly as you thought, yeah?” he said, his voice weaker than just a minute ago.
She turned to him then, able to see the pallor of his skin, even in the dim light. Her anger almost got the better of her as she recalled her invitation to the young man to join her for a meeting with a couple of former Russian agents with sensitive information to sell. She thought it would give him a bit more experience to watch how she handled negotiations. She had known the men years ago, when she was with the CIA, and had always gotten useful information from them after the fall of the Soviet Union. The meeting had started cordially, but it was the woman that came with them that had worried her almost immediately. She had never met her before and her instincts flared a warning when they shook hands. She had noticed the same wariness from Deeks and had felt a tinge of pride. His acute awareness had saved her life when the woman pulled a gun and began shooting. Deeks had pushed her out of the line of fire, and the bullet meant for her was now lodged in his thigh.
“Did you send an agent in distress signal?” he asked.
She nodded as a quick movement to their left had them both turning and firing and the grunt they heard let them know they had hit their target.
“You cannot escape, Henrietta,” a voice called out.
The loud explosion of gunfire from two directions caught them in a crossfire. Deeks managed to cover Hetty with his body as he fired back, but his energy was soon gone and she could hear his labored breathing from the blood loss and pain.
“Don’t pass out on me, Mr. Deeks,” she said softly as the firing stopped.
“Wouldn’t leave a lady in distress, Hetty,” he managed to say.
“The team should be here shortly,” she said, trying to comfort them both.
“They’re gonna be mad at us, aren’t they?” he said, and then hissed in pain.
“Mr. Deeks?”
“I’m still with you,” he whispered.
“Mr. Callen will have some choice words, I’m sure,” she grumbled and heard the detective snort out a laugh.
Shouts of NCIS and gunshots suddenly filled the room and the lights came on, illuminating the blood that saturated the floor and the ragged jeans on Deeks’ unconscious body. She reached out and touched him and he stirred and struggled to sit up.
“You okay, Hetty?” he asked, his blue eyes flashing as he brought his weapon up.
“Thanks to you, I am, Mr. Deeks.”
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