In today’s Decidedly Deeks we take you back on Memory Lane to the very first season of NCIS Los Angeles. Marty Deeks was introduced in “Hand To Hand” (1×19) and returned in “Fame” (1×20). Only two episodes but he certainly made an impression on the fans… and also our team.
Kensi: (about Deeks) Something about him set off a warning bell.
Callen: Maybe it was his baby blues.
Sam: Or his fluffy hair.
Being a cop meant more to Detective Marty Deeks than anything in the world. It meant he could make a difference in other people’s lives. It wasn’t a dead end job for him. He chose it. And found he was really good at it. He had skills many other cops didn’t have. He was highly naturally skilled in undercover work. He had he brains too. He had passed the bar to practise law in California. But he found being a cop was more rewarding. Also he was gifted with the gab. He could talk himself out of anything, and convince anyone, he was who he said he was. This was evident in the first episode where we met Detective Marty Deeks, undercover in Hand to Hand, playing Jason Wyler.
Kensi: I’m still stuck on Wyler.
Callen: Stuck. Smitten. Whatever.
Kensi: He’s hiding behind an alias. He’s carrying a weapon. From the moment I saw him, he seems hinky.
Challenged to fight for the remaining spot on the Blood & Guts Warriors team, Jason Wyler fights Demarco Williams. But he’s a big guy. Muscles on his arms were as big as his own legs. He knew he had the fight of his life to win this. He gives all that he’s got. He needs to be given that last spot on the team. His undercover operation depends on him to achieve this. But Williams gets the better of him. He planted a left hook across his jaw and he went down. Defeated, Deeks walked away. Frustrated. He offers this guy money to walk away. But it doesn’t work. He’d made a call to his buddies and planned to fight this Williams guy in the lane way, behind the gym, if he had to. He started the fight and before they could hurt each other too much, sirens flashed and blared. Both of them were arrested and placed in a cell.
Guard: Wyler, on your feet.
Deeks: Well, well, well. Tell you what. It’s, uh…It’s been nice meeting you, Williams, but I think I’m going to take off. I’ll…
Guard: Williams, you’re sprung, too.
Deeks: Wait. What?
Sam: I was just about to ask you the same thing.
Hetty: So. Let me introduce you. Special Agent Sam Hanna, NCIS, meet Detective Marty Deeks, LAPD, whose undercover. Ain’t that a kick in the head.
Deeks: I tell you what, our, uh, safe house doesn’t have a view of the water… Except for, of course, when the plumbing backs up.
Deeks: But I bet you got some sort of a situation room, too. Yeah? Lots of technical support, lots of cool hardware, plasma TVs, maybe a guy at a keyboard typing in some logistics. I mean, not right next door, but… But close. Am I right?
Callen: Monterey Park.
Sam: Culver City.
Deeks: That is adorable. Both talking at once.
Deeks: And you… well, at first, I wasn’t too sure about you, but that, uh… That Internet photo thing really sold me. So, riddle me this… did you pre-plan that, or maybe… maybe that happened in real life.
Kensi: Thanks, Deeks. For everything.
Deeks: What ? No hug ?
Sam: Timed that pretty well, Deeks. Good job.
Deeks: Yeah, you’re not so bad yourself.
Hetty: It seems we need to coordinate our operations a little better. My boss wants to assign a liaison officer from LAPD, and your boss thinks it’s a good idea.
Deeks: Yeah, but you guys don’t need a liaison officer.
Hetty: I agree. I told him we already have one.
Sam: That desk is taken. You can’t sit there.
Deeks: [Quietly into a mic] I’m going to call you “Fern.” Okay?
Kensi: Don’t you dare call me Fern.
Deeks: [Loudly] Fern! Baby girl. Hoo. It’s been a long time.
Callen: I’m supposed to look like I can spend 50 and she’s got you on the hook after 5?
Deeks: She threatened me with a letter opener!
Callen: I guess some people gotta learn the hard way.
Deeks: Why? What are you-?
Callen: [Loudly to a waitress] We’ll take 2 more bottles.
Deeks: Oh, come on. What? You got some sort of Superman double back flip where you can dodge bullets? I mean you can’t tell me I shouldn’t have taken that shot.
Callen: No. I’m glad you did.
Kensi: Though… after your liaising today – I’m not sure why we’d have you back.
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Welcome to Stepping Stones!
It is here we will travel through time and space, back to moments that changed Deeks’ life as we know it. But here is the fun part (drumroll, please)! Are you ready?
It will be Densi related.
Did I just hear someone squeal on another continent?
Now, I hope you enjoy the ride as I latch onto you and drag you back to a place some of us visited many years ago… Back to where it all began.
You are sitting on a bench, you realize. The lighting is slightly dim, but you adjust. The next thing you notice is the impossibly pungent smell of sweat, and dust, and… more sweat.
I know, I am making faces, too.
We are in a gym.
Men are walking about, acting as if everything is routine. They are comfortable here. And, although you would object otherwise, this is home to them. You notice gym bags near you and you pull out your cellphone. You pretend to text if anyone comes near, it matters little if you were typing gibberish or in Iranian, no one would know.
To your right, someone catches your eye. He is practicing his high kick in a white shirt and red shorts. You hold onto your best poker face as you recognize that shaggy hair.
But, before you can be accused of staring, someone comes up some stairs on your left, walking with a determined stride, the air about her delicate, but deadly. You remind yourself never to get in a fight with her.
You blink as she walks passed. Her hair is essentially wavier than you recalled, but her height and prominent features come alive off-screen. Though you are unable, you want to gasp.
Kensi puts on a façade of being slightly awkward and lost, speaking with the MMA gym instructor.
You place a hand to your ear. You can hear them, it is a miracle!
“Tracy,” she said, introducing her cover-self.
“His girl?”
“I guess..? We only just started dating, but, um… it was intense. So how can you guys keep training if, you know…” You watch as well as hear her trail off.
“We are marines. This is how we do it. I was Danny’s platoon Sergeant.”
“He talked about you a lot,” she grinned. While they talk, you glance towards Deeks, out of curiosity. He has obviously seen her, but he’s undercover, too. You catch him glancing her way a few times. He looks as if he wants her to be nothing special, because it’s his job to investigate the special, the strange, and the uncanny…
But we know that fate never plays fair.
The old Sergeant called his men, his team, over. The first three names are lost on you, but when he introduced Marty Deeks, you unconsciously raised your hand to your ear.
“…And that’s Jason Wyler. This is Tracy, Danny’s girl.”
“Yeah? How’d you find out?” Deeks sounds surprised, but you know that warning bells are going off in his head. He is probably wondering why all the pretty girls have to be bad.
“The police called me. My number is in his cellphone.”
“Danny had a lot of girls’ numbers in his cellphone.”
Kensi’s face looks calculatedly offended. “Well, I guess that mine was just the last one dialed.” You can tell that your detective has stepped too far. He knows it, too, for he looks at the men surrounding him. One of them pipes up, “Come on, Jason. We’re all feeling bad.”
You grip the edge of the bench, fighting the urge to jump into the show and alter the episode. Kensi turns away, as you knew she would, playing the guilt card.
“Maybe it was a mistake, coming here.”
“No, no, wait. Hey, hey, hey,” she pauses, hearing the head man’s pleading, “You come by here any time, okay?” She studies the Sergeant, then Jason, and you are squirming like a kid with ADD.
“Thank you,” she says at last.
“Thanks for stopping by.”
She had taken only a matter of steps when one of the guys stops her. She chats with him, pulling out a notebook to write down her number. You turn your head to see Deeks over by his workout bag, but he is not focused on training anymore. His gaze is dead set on the brunette.
Stop with the cheeky grins, Reader. We have to stay focused.
Let’s go.
You have been dropped in between houses. The windows across from you have been covered with bush and plant life. Upon turning, you find yourself looking into a living room. It is a bit blurry, but you can make out the shapes. Now, I already know that you are sick of time travel, but you will just have to get a grip, because Callen and Kensi are walking into the house.
Again, you find that you are able to hear as Agent Blye steps up to Danny’s computer. “Laptop… left on and not password protected. This is going to be easy… Maybe he’s got nothing to hide.”
You watch Callen disappear into the kitchen, his face serious as ever. But although he said something, possibly of relative importance, you don’t hear it. No, you are too focused on the sound of a car door shutting and steps coming up the front of the house. You can even distinguish the jingle of car keys.
Oh no! That’s—!
Your eyes are glued to the front door, watching Kensi snap around (possibly hard enough to give herself whiplash).
“Whoa,” says Deeks. If he had been surprised before, he is downright shocked now.
“Oh, my God, you scared me.”
Our detective’s mind must be racing. What are the chances that the suspicious woman from earlier that day would show up here? He is probably wondering if he can charge her with breaking and entering.
“How’d you,” he looks towards the window, forcing you to duck to the side, “get in here?”
The window is shut and bolted; you know he had already ruled that out.
“Danny gave me a key. What are you doing here?”
You watched him raise up his own key. “I live here. Spare room.” His face is carefully blank and he puts the key away. He starts to approach her. “Danny’s laptop?” His tone isn’t accusatory, only that of a void baritone… and he is weary.
In this moment, can you see the two of them being partners?
“I… emailed him some photos,” she steps around him, keeping distance between them, forcing him to turn his back on the kitchen, “Private photos.”
He glances over the laptop before turning his guarded eyes on her. “You mean like the two of you watching the sunset at Santa Monica pier, or the kind where you are not wearing anything but a smile.”
She gives him a rueful look, but keeps her eyes steady in a no-joking matter. “A certain kind of person finds private photos like that; they end up on the internet.”
“Wow. It’s definitely, uh, X-rated, then? Nobody under seventeen admitted?” He studies her for a moment, “Well played.” He walks towards the kitchen, turning his back and giving her, and you, a clear view of his weapon tucked into his pants. He pulls on his jacket to cover it up in the next moment.
“Yeah, Danny said that he met a girl. Said that she was hot.”
You follow and peek in through the kitchen windows. He checks the space, unsure of what he is looking for, exactly. Being a detective, he has to always be on his toes. The medicine containers have been touched and one of the windows to the backyard has been opened.
“You think that he meant me? I sort of assumed that he had others.”
“Oh, no, no, no. He, uh,” Deeks closes the window, “he definitely meant you. Talked about how the two of you used to party pretty hard together.”
You jog back to the other windows, gripping the white side-paneling.
Kensi tilts her head in that cute sort of way. “One thing leads to another, the next thing you know…out comes the camera.”
He comes to stand in front of her, “Right,” he says, having to look away for a moment, “except that he said that your name was Kate.” He shoves the laptop closed. It is obvious that he hates being lied to. “So, who the hell are you?”
Her demeanor never cracks for a moment. You know that she’s going to lie again, and you contemplate banging your head against the house’s siding. “I met him at a party,” she starts, “paid him for some stuff, but he never delivered. I came to pick it up myself.”
They continue to talk, but you hear another car pull up, another door slam.
You look back to see Kensi standing almost toe to toe with him.
Deeks is cool and composed as he says, “…Maybe you found some cash. Maybe you should empty those pockets.” It isn’t a question, and you can hear the invisible or else attached to the end.
Again, you feel the urge to barge in and tell them that they aren’t enemies, but you are saved from yourself when you hear someone jogging up the front walkway and then banging on the front door.
Deeks opens it to find Callen standing there, looking bored. “You call for a cab?”
“That would be me.” Agent Kensi walks right past Marty, ignorant of the fact that she just walked out on a fellow officer. “Thanks for stopping by,” he said. You watch as his eyes follow her, promising that this is not over…
Over? Hardly, because their relationship was just beginning.
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October 31
It’s the cheap candy that ruins the holiday. It’s something Deeks had decided long ago, back when Halloween was still all about the candy and the biggest issue was figuring out how to use what was lying around the house as a costume.
Yet, here he stands, hands on hips, head tilted to the side as he glares at the many bags before him. He’s pretty sure candy wasn’t this expensive last year. Hell, he’s almost certain it wasn’t this expensive yesterday. But that’s what he gets for cutting it close, for waiting until the last minute before realizing that all those cheesy advertisements and themed decorations were actually warning him that Halloween was on its way.
He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, a little chime following right after. He already knows what the text will say, probably the same thing as the last one. Yet, he looks anyway.
Hurry up!
He sends a quick reply, a promise that he’s on his way before returning to the problem at hand. It’s the cheap candy that ruins the holiday, but there’s no way Deeks is spending twenty bucks on a single bag of bite-sized Snickers.
He settles for a couple of bags of the cheaper candy, an un-branded assortment that promises to taste so bad even the companies don’t want to put their names on it. Candy now in hand, he checks his watch, frowns, and heads for the checkout line. That frown morphs into a look of irritation and stunned disbelief as he sees the line before him. It probably wouldn’t be so bad were it not for the older woman sorting through coupons, her giant purse taking up a good portion of the conveyor belt, her slow moving fingers taking up a good portion of everyone’s time.
Deeks closes his eyes, tilts his head back, and takes a deep breath through his nose. He counts to three and then lets it out again. It’s a little trick Sam taught him, a calming technique the SEAL had thought to share during a particularly boring stakeout.
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November 1
The wrapper had said “mystery flavor”, and even after three minutes of sucking on the damn thing, the flavor remains a mystery, treading a fine line between grape and gross. The bags of candy are currently spread out on his coffee table, a generous handful hiding in his front pocket.
It’s an unwritten rule, but one still uniformly known in his neighborhood: withhold the candy, and the only thing waiting on you the next day will me a mess and a headache.
The plan had been to catch the bad guy, avoid paper work, and be home in time to pass out candy. But things had not gone according to plan, which is why Deeks is standing outside his front door, barefoot, staring at a mess and fighting back a headache.
The eggshells are brittle, breaking beneath his weight, tickling the pads of his feet. Occasionally, a sharp edge will catch his toe or heel. He simply bites down on the mystery candy, wondering why he hasn’t spit it out yet.
Then there’s the silly string. Brightly colored aerosol goop decorates his door and windows, arranged to spell out some rather creative names and images, most of which would probably make Hetty blush. Toilet paper is tangled in the trees and bushes outside his door, dried bologna slices are sticking to his windows, and something that looks and smells dangerously like dog poo is spread along the railing on the banister.
Candy-deprived teenagers in LA, gotta love ’em.
“This is why I hate Halloween, Monty.” Deeks crushes the candy between his teeth, hands resting on his hips as he studies the damage in detail, the morning light lending a better view than the night before.
Monty simply tilts his head, blinking twice before sniffing at the dried egg splattered along the apartment’s outer wall. Deeks takes in a deep breath, holds it a moment, then lets it out in a heavy huff of air, his lips rattling in a lazy imitation of a motorboat.
A squeaking door hinge and the telltale sound of rubber-soled flip-flops flapping against concrete tell him he’s no longer alone.
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The man walked along the busy street, crashing against the people dressed up for the night. Halloween had never been his favorite festivity, but this year was special. This year Marty Deeks needed to celebrate. After everything that happened months ago, after the ordeal he went through… hell, after his abduction and subsequent torture, Deeks truly needed to do something with the team. He wanted to celebrate the fact that they were all safe and mostly that things were finally starting to go back to where they were used to be.
He was feeling better, every day he was getting closer to his goal. Every day he was getting closer to be the man he used to be, the Marty Deeks everyone knew. He was aware that he had to work hard to reach the final result, but he was confident that things were headed in the right direction.
So when Sam told everyone that Michelle wanted to throw a little party at their house after their kids had gone trick-or-treating, Deeks had enthusiastically accepted the invitation. The cop genuinely liked Sam’s kids and it seemed that in the last few months, the ex-Seal had started to show him more respect, had started to make an attempt at getting to know him, in spite of their differences. Obviously the fact that the Detective had saved Sam’s and Michelle’s life risking his own, had something to do with it, but he couldn’t complain about it.
Deeks appreciated the big man’s effort and going to the party was his way to show this appreciation.
Too bad that Bates had other plans and had requested his undercover skills for the night. It was supposed to be a quick operation, not lasting any more than three or four days, a week at most, but unfortunately it was going to take place over Halloween and right when he was getting the first symptoms of a flu.
Hetty was not very happy about the whole operation and had voiced her concern to the Chief of Police, but even her influence couldn’t do anything about it.
Callen and Sam had looked at him with a deep frown on their faces as he was explaining every detail of the mission and as soon as he left to go to the precinct to discuss the last preparations with Bates, they went directly to Ops to ask the Wonder Twins to support him, backstopping his alias and doing some logistics.
Kensi was the most reluctant to let him go. She was probably the one who could read him better than anyone else and the one who was aware of the fact that, in spite of his reassurances, he was still suffering from the aftermath of his capture. She was the only one who knew about the nightmares that once in a while, still plagued him and that didn’t allow him to have good night of sleep.
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