[4]
Feelings

Two shots fire outside and both Deeks and I drop on the stairs, I reach for my gun at my side as Deeks throws himself over me sending us both toppling down the steps back to the floor. I smile slightly at his instinct but it soon drops off my face as we both seem to go into cop mode. Taking my gun I hand it over to Deeks who would have a better chance at concealing it then I could. I watch as he sticks it in the back of his jeans before pulling off his shirt and handing it to me.

"What's this for?"
"It's 11 o'clock on a Thursday night, makes sense that we were relaxing together as husband and wife... just drop the pants and put it on."
I don't question him especially as we see the red and blue lights shining through the front door. I drop my pants and briefly wonder if he knew I was wearing boy-shorts underneath, but of course he did, he had been in the room when I had slipped pants on before going out. I sometime forgot how comfortable we got sometimes after being around each other, we'd become comfortable with states of each others undress and I couldn't figure out if that was normal or not.

Slipping his t-shirt on over my tank top I run my hand through my long hair a bit to mess it up, watching as Deeks does the same making his stick up in some places.
We both head towards the door and I open it cautiously even though I wanted nothing more then to charge out there. Deeks slings his arm around my shoulder pulling me close as we tip toe more or less up beside our car watching the scene in front of us.

There were two squad cars but it didn't look like any body, Luke Vanderdrugs was outside with who I could only assume was his girlfriend talking to some officers withhis girlfriend under his arm protectively.
"Doesn't look like anyone was hit, his window's shattered though" Deeks tells me quietly, I nod seeing the jagged window, some of his party go'ers looking out the window none of them look bothered though, in fact some looked kind of amused. Looking down the street I could see various neighbors standing in their driveways and it was only a moment before Chastity descended upon us, throwing her arms around Deeks, Greg trailing behind her.

"One of the officer's says the gun was shot from inside the house, party out of control, it's the third time it's happened since we moved in," Greg says looking tired, glancing over at his wife who Deeks was pushing off of him. I smirk a little before playing my part as scared wife, wrapping my arms around his bare chest, closing my eyes and listening.

"This happens a lot?" Deeks questions, I feel his voice rumbling under my head, his heart beating against his chest, still quick from the rush of adrenaline the gun-shots had caused.

"Every couple months, when it's a bigger party like tonight is when it happens. He always come by and apologizes the next day..."
I almost snort, those shots had not been shot from inside, they were too loud to have been shot from inside the house across the street.
"Luke's, a real nice guy," Chastity starts, "sometimes his parties just get a little."
"Out of control," Deeks says, "right, well I don't know if this sits well with me. Liz, honey? Do you want to go in?"

I nod knowing that he more then likely wanted to call down to the station, get his own information as soon as the cops cleared out.

As long as I had worked with Deeks which would be a total of about 5 years, I had never doubted him. I trusted him with my life not because I had to but because he had earned it and he was as great of a cop as I was. It was the trust that only came when someone saved your life, which he had especially that one time we had been compromised and I had spent three days handcuffed to a chair while thugs tormented and occasionally beat me.

"Namaste" Deeks greets when I walk into the kitchen the next morning, I roll my eyes looking down at my yoga gear, kind of needed for my 'work' day but I had a feeling I'd be spending the day at the station and Deeks would be coming with me.
"Morning," I reply taking the cup of offered coffee, and accepting a kiss on the cheek.

We both freeze at the same moment, looking down at the coffee and then at each other. It was too domestic, the teasing, the coffee, and then a kiss.
"I-I...I need to get my bag" I stutter slamming the coffee down on the counter and rushing from the room hoping he didn't see my cheeks burning. This could not be happening, there was nothing necessary about the sweetness. Usually I could put it down as comfortably, but it was never like this with Sam and we'd been working together 3 years.

Walking into the bedroom I sit on the bed letting my eyes roam. Our things together on the dresser, clothes hung together in the open closet, and I knew if I went in the bathroom I'd see his toothbrush beside mine and our bathroom things cluttered together on the sink. It was so, domestic, and I didn't hate it. That's what worried me.

"We should go, babe!" His voice carries up the stairs, I close my eyes taking a few deep breaths before grabbing my gym bag which had a gun and a change of clothes in it before going downstairs where Deeks was standing with a smile, holding out a travel mug.
I was so screwed.