Jul 19, 2025
It is the year 2025 and I still have to draw Eric and Nell sometimes… I miss my kids ♥️
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It is the year 2025 and I still have to draw Eric and Nell sometimes… I miss my kids ♥️
"Can I ask you a personal question?" Eric said to Deeks in the gym. "Just between you and me."
"This place is wired up with cameras, microphones and God knows whatever surveillance equipment Hetty has the NSA, CIA and DHS busily working on. You'll understand if I am a little restrained with personal matters because I don't think it is just you and me."
"Understood," Eric said. "I just started rebooting the security system. We have about 20-minutes."
"Use your 20-minutes wisely."
"Since I got back from San Francisco, things are….weird with Nell."
"Oh, why do I think I'm going to need ear bleach when this is all over."
"Not that way, things are fine that.."
"OK, I believe you. You can stop now." The less Deeks knew the better, he thought.
"What's weird is that everything that used to be really easy is suddenly really hard."
"Like what?"
"Trivia night, this pasta making class we both wanted to take, her drone contests. I want to do all those things, Nell always enjoys doing those things and now it just isn't working."
"What is working?"
"Lately, nothing."
"Then do something different."
"Like what."
"Go to Santa Barbara for a weekend or San Diego or Las Vegas. Go to a concert or a show. Do things you weren't doing before things got weird."
"Why?"
"Change in latitude is a change in attitude to semi quote the great Jimmy Buffett. Do a wine tasting in Santa Barbara. Kensi and I did that with her friend Mandy and Mr. Mandy to be last year. That was fun. I'm always up for Vegas. Food is fine, there is always a show to see and put some money you won't miss in your right pocket. Gamble and if you win, you put that money in your left pocket. Stop gambling when you're out of right pocket money."
"What if it doesn’t work?"
"What if it does?" Deeks smiled. Somehow he became a relationship whisperer. 30-year old Deeks would find this hilarious. "If what you usually do feels off, find other things to do. You don't have to go anywhere far. Take the ferry to Catalina and walk around on a nice day. Binge The X-Files or Netflix and chill one weekend. Don't sit on your usual side of the couch while you're watching a movie. Just shake things up."
"All good ideas."
"I got a million of 'em. By the way, what does Nell thing about all this?"
"She's not really talking about it."
"Well, how about a staycation at some Air-BnB where you two can have a tough conversation."
"Why an Air-BnB?"
"Don't put the stink of a hard conversation on your couch or Nell's dining room table."
"I never thought of that."
"Kensi and I had a terrible fight in the parking area. We don't use that side of the lot anymore," Deeks chuckled.
"I like the idea of Santa Barbara."
"Always put your faith in Jimmy Buffett." The cameras in the gym stared rotating. "And if you go back to the pasta class, I'm a fan of campanelle."
"Fair payment for good advice."
"Let's see how everything goes before you're paying me for advice. Use Kensi and I as a test case for your pasta skills.
"Deal." There was a beep in the gym. "And the cameras are back."
Blunt Force, Part 33
***
Two weeks passed without any updates from Agent Martinez. Deeks wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad sign.
His doctor had cleared him for another month unless new symptoms popped up and therapy tapered to once a week. So during the day, Deeks threw himself into studying as much as he could. There was limited information about the potential liaison position, but Deeks had started checking off the requirements he met and looking into those he didn’t.
Underneath all the business, he still wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. Every time he considered his choices, his mind went to what Kensi or the team would think.
Kensi seemed to sense his need for activity and helped keep him occupied with various outings during the evenings and weekends. And when he didn’t feel particularly social, they found other ways to fill the time.
He’d also started catching up with old friends and making his way through any numbers he didn’t recognize in his phone. Explaining his situation had been a fun experience. Most people were accepting, but a few either thought it was an elaborate joke. Or seemed extremely uncomfortable with his situation.
Deeks sighed now as he battled with one of the strings he was threading through the guitar he’d found in his bedroom. His mom had taken the news of his “condition” surprisingly well. At least the conversation hadn’t involved any hysterics. The idea that he’d want anything to do with law enforcement after this though was another thing. They’d argued for several minutes last night before mutually deciding to take a break before one of them said something unfortunate.
“Just can’t catch a break,” Deeks murmured to himself as the new string snapped.
The doorbell rang a moment later and he took that as a sign, he wasn’t meant to play the guitar today.
“I’m coming!” He answered the door to find Eric waiting.
“Hey, Eric, Kensi’s not here,” Deeks told him apologetically. “She’s having brunch with friends.”
“That’s perfect. Because I came to see you,” Eric replied with a slightly awkward, but endearing grin. “I thought maybe you’d want to hang out.”
“You want to spend your Saturday with me?”
“Well, Kensi mentioned you had some hard decisions to make. Figured a day out in the ocean might take your kind of things.” Eric held up a tub of board wax, and shrugged. “What do you say?”
“I’ll grab a board and some shorts,” Deeks answered.
***
An hour later, they had paddled a couple hundred yards out from the shore. Deeks never minded the solitude of the ocean, but it was nice to have a companion. Especially since Eric knew what he was doing.
“Thanks for suggesting this, man. Did we surf a lot before?” Deeks asked, squinting to watch another surfer off in the distance.
“Sometimes. And it wasn’t exactly an entirely altruistic offer,” Eric admitted. Looking down, he shrugged a little self-consciously and dragged his hand through the water. “I’ve missed you. We didn’t always get a chance to hand out a lot outside of work, but we were pretty close. Hopefully we still are.”
“I hope so too.”
After a pause, Eric gave Deeks an expectant look. “So, what has the metaphorical weight of the world on your shoulders?”
“I have a career opportunity which is a lot different than what I anticipated. I also wouldn’t be in the field anymore,” Deeks said. He didn’t add that the fieldwork was out of the picture regardless of his final decision.
“Oh wow. Congratulations.” Eric paused to examine Deeks’ face. “I think?”
“It’s a good thing,” Deeks agreed cautiously. “Not everyone agrees. Mainly my mom. And deep down, I keep wondering what everyone else in my life will think when it’s not what they expected. It might look like I’m giving up. Or chosing another side.” Deeks spun in a half-circle to face Eric directly. “What would you do?”
“Well, given a very limited amount not details, I would say, if taking the job will make you happy and doesn’t violate your standards, then it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. Whatever you do, you’re going to be amazing at it.”
“That’s putting a lot of faith in me,” Deeks managed, feeling unexpectedly touched by Eric’s comment.
“Not really. In the three years I’ve known you, you’ve always put your entire soul into whatever you do. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed.” Eric gave him an encouraging smile. “So, again, do what you happy. Because no matter what you decide, we’re not going anywhere. Even if you beg us to.”
"They always come back, Owen. Until one day they don't."
NCIS: LOS ANGELES - SEASON 05 (2013-2014)
Unused Uncanny X-Men #260 cover by Jim Lee
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Not Giving Up
"I'm not giving up" - Eric Beale x reader
You stood at the bottom of the stairs, your bag slung over your shoulder after Hetty had just debriefed you in the mission you would be embarking on without contact from your team. Your first solo mission, all your team knew was that you were going to be gone for a while. More importantly, you're looking up at the man you had spent the last three years fighting for. He was about to follow the team into the ops centre
“Eric?” you call out, he does his awkward little shuffle back to the top of the stair and smiles down at you
“Yeah Y/N?” he asks
“I’m not giving up on us okay?” you state and he nods, a promise in his smile that you can see and that’s what you take with you as you send a smile and give a small wave to him before walking out of the building.
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NCIS: Los Angeles (2009-2023)
14 Seasons ; 323 episodes
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