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When You Least Expect It
A/N: This story is for today’s prompt, Densi finally get pregnant, which was submitted via Twitter. This specific idea came with the help of @mashmaiden. What would I do without her?
Be prepared for a heavy dose of fluff, some muscles, and just a touch of Densi getting up to shenanigans. Takes place during this current season.
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Deeks grabbed a half sandwich from the mini-fridge in his apartment suite (really it was just a glorified hotel room) and laid down on the full-sized bed. He’d finished his workout and showered, which meant he now had a few uninterrupted hours with nothing to do.
Grabbing the tv remote, he flipped through the 20 channels offered with the room’s “premium” cable package and found a Big Bang marathon, a special on wild mushrooms, and an hour long bowflex infomercial. He’d watched the mushroom documentary on his first night at FLETC three weeks ago and he wasn’t really in the mood for comedy.
He checked his watch again; it was only 5:30 which meant Kensi was probably still at work. Sighing, he glanced around the room. During the day, the classes and seminars kept him busy, but the nights were rough. He missed Kensi and the team. Hell, he missed working at the bar and interacting with more than the same 20 guys every day.
Maybe he’d just go back to the gym. He was just pulling his long-sleeve shirt off when someone knocked on his door and he opened it, completely surprised to find Kensi on the other side.
“Kensi, baby, what are you doing here?” he asked. She hesitated in the doorway, thumbs tucked into the pockets of her jeans. It looked like all she’d brought with her was a small shoulder bag.
“I, uh, took the day off and decided to drive up to see you,” she explained with a shrug. “Can I come in?”
“Of course! Get in here.” He tugged her into the room and into his arms, lifting her up in the air. Her arms curled around his shoulders as she pressed her face in the curve of his neck.
“I missed you so much,” she whispered.
“Me too.” He lifted her higher and she wrapped her legs around his hips, moving to cup his jaw as she kissed him with three weeks worth of longing. He ran his hands from her calves to the top of her shoulders. Kensi made a song in the back of her throat and she pulled back with a sigh, laying her head on his chest.
“I missed that too.” Her hand crept down to his pec, squeezing lightly. “And these.”
“Mm, my muscles are at your service,” he teased, walking over to the bed with her still in his arms. He set her down gently and Kensi leaned into his side. It didn’t escape his notice that she was more clingy than normal-not that he minded at all. “So, what made you decide to drop everything and come visit in the middle of a Tuesday?”
“I needed to see you,” she told him.
“When we talked to you the other day you didn’t mention anything about coming to visit.” She sighed again, reaching for his hand.
“I wasn’t planning to, but there’s something that I need to tell you.”
“Kens, you’re really starting to worry me, what’s going on?” he asked. Kensi cleared her throat, sitting up straight, and reached for both of his hands.
“The last couple weeks I’ve felt kind of off,” she started slowly. His stomach clenched with renewed worry. She hadn’t said anything about not
“Kensi-“
“I thought maybe I was getting sick, but it didn’t stop. I was to go to the doctor, just to be sure, but um, then I remembered how we celebrated the day your application was accepted.”
“Ok, but what does us having sex-wait a second, Kensi, are you saying-?” He broke off, pushing Kensi away from him slightly so he could see her face better. She pressed her lips together and nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.
“I took a test. We’re pregnant,” she confirmed, pressing her fingers over her mouth. Deeks stayed frozen for another second and then crushed her against him.
“Oh my god,” he murmured in disbelief. “Are you sure?”
“I took three because I didn’t believe it myself.” Kensi grabbed her purse, reaching into the side pocket, and pulling out a clear bag with a collection of familiar small strips. She took one out and he noticed her hand was trembling as she pointed to two thin pink lines.
“We’re pregnant.” Kensi nodded again, making a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh. “Oh my god, we’re pregnant,” he repeated. “Well, you’re pregnant.”
“I don’t know, I remember you being pretty involved in the creation of this baby,” Kensi teased, swiping at her cheeks. He just shook his head and kissed her again, feeling tears pricking against the back of his eyes.
“Why didn’t you tell me as soon as you suspected?” he asked, thinking of her worrying all by herself while he was hundreds of miles away.
“I didn’t want to distract you and if it turned out be nothing, then you wouldn’t get your hopes up.” She fiddled with his wedding ring, which he has taken to wearing in his off-time and looked up a little shyly. “Are you happy?”
“This is one of the best moments of my life,” Deeks said, meaning every word. “Right up there with the day you gave me this.” He nodded to his ring.
“I love you, Marty Deeks,” she murmured, leaning in to kiss him. “And I can’t wait to have this baby with you.”
***
I don’t really know what campus housing would look like, but based on the website for FLETC, it seems like it could include on-campus or off-campus provisions. For this story, we won’t be giving Deeks a roommate.
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Another Christmas Miracle
A/N: For today’s prompt. This is so sweet and fluffy you just might get a sugar rush.
Once again, Merry Christmas Day to everyone who celebrates and a happy day to anyone who is just enjoying their Friday.
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“Merry Christmas,” Deeks murmured, rolling onto his side to kiss Kensi’s bare shoulder. She made a happy sound in the back of her throat, reaching back with her eyes closed to clumsily touch his face. Her fingers brushed the softness of his facial hair.
“Merry Christmas,” she sighed back, not willing to open her eyes yet.
“Uh-oh, did someone party too hard last night?” Kensi snorted and rolled onto her side, finally opening her eyes. Deeks smiled at her, his skin practically glowing in the early morning light, giving a dreamy quality to the room.
“Oh yeah, that sparkling grape juice and sugar cookies will take you out.” Although eating homemade chicken (which was only a little dry, thank you very much) and potatoes on the floor by the tree wasn’t how Kensi had imagined spending their first Christmas in their own home, it was pretty perfect.
She curled her fingers around Deeks’ bicep, pulling herself across the bed so they were face to face and kissed him for several long, delightful seconds. “How’s your back?” she asked with a mischievous smirk when they pulled apart.
“A little sore,” he admitted. He snuck another kiss, winking at her. “But it was totally worth it.” Kensi grabbed at his arm as he started to slide away from her.
“Where are you going?”
“I have to get something. I’ll be right back.” She eyed him suspiciously, but didn’t protest anymore as he hopped out of bed. It helped that he was wearing a very tiny pair of boxer briefs which emphasized...everything. She watched until he was out the door and then flopped down on her pillow.
He came back a couple minutes later, wearing a Santa hat, and with one arm tucked behind his back.
“Deeks,” she said warningly, “That better not be a present.” He grinned, tossing himself onto the bed, but still somehow managing to keep his hand out of view.
“But Santa always brings presents,” he insisted cheerfully, shaking his head so the end of the hat flopped in his eyes.
“Babe, I thought that we both agreed not to buy anything because we need to save money.” She made an exasperated sound as he revealed the present anyway. It was a small, white, unwrapped box with a silver bow on top. If she had to guess, it probably contained a piece of jewelry.
“I didn’t spend any money on it,” Deeks assured, bracing his forearms against a couple pillows. “Now open it.” He offered her the box, balanced in the palm of his hand, and she reluctantly took it. She could feel his anticipation as she slowly lifted the lid. Cradled on a piece of cotton was a intricately carved wooden pendant, finished in a rich mahogany.
Kensi brushed her fingers over the intertwined heart set in a oval frame, stunned by the simple beauty of it.
“Deeks this is beautiful, where did you get it from?”
“One of the vets I surf with makes all kinds of carved jewelry. His daughter wanted to learn to surf to, so I traded some lessons in exchange for this.” He nodded at the pendant. “There’s an inscription on the back.”
Kensi flipped it over, squinting a little to read the tiny print.
“Wherever You Are Is Home”. She felt tears well in her eyes and leaned across the bed to hug Deeks, the necklace clasped tightly in her hand.
“It’s perfect, Deeks. Thank you,” she said, holding him tightly. Reluctantly pulling away, she leaned over to her bedside table and retrieved a present about the size of a cigar box. “I was going to wait to give you this, but since were apparently giving presents now, I might as well. Merry Christmas, baby.”
Deeks squinted an eye at her, pulling at the green ribbon tied around it.
“So much for not buying presents,” he commented wryly.
“I definitely didn’t pay anything for this and I didn’t trade anything either.” She pressed her lips together, her heart racing a little as he removed the wrapping paper and opened the box, a frown appearing as he saw the contents. He pulled out a tiny pair of white booties, the edges bearing a couple scrapes, but otherwise in pristine condition.
“Baby shoes...?” Kensi let out a trembling sigh at his question and said,
“Remember how I said last night that maybe we’d have another little Deeks by next Christmas?” He nodded, still not following along. “Well, we might need those a lot sooner than you thought.”
He was silent for another moment and then his head sprang up.
“Kensi are you telling me...?” he whispered, shaking his head in dis belief as she nodded.
“I’m pregnant,” she said, voice breaking. His face split with a massive smile, and he surged across the bed, clasping her against his chest.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe this. When, how? I thought we missed the cycle this month.”
“I thought so too, but I took a pregnancy test last week just out of habit and it was positive. I was going to tell you right away, but then you were at LAPD all day and while I was waiting I decided to go through the keepsakes my mom gave me.” She smiled gently, brushing her fingers over the shoes, which Deeks still cradled in one hand. “Then I found these.”
“This is unbelievable,” he murmured, looking at the shoes again.
“Another Christmas Miracle,” Kensi said, brushing his hair back from his face. She was nearly overcome with emotion. “I love you so much Marty Deeks.”
““This is the most ridiculous Christmas ever.” He laughed, his eyes filling with tears as he kissed her again. “We’re having a baby and I’m going to FLETC, and we just bought a house. We’re insane.”
“Yes, we are and I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Kensi agreed as Deeks pulled her back into his arms.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” he whispered, lowering his hand to rest over her stomach. “And Merry Christmas baby Deeks.”
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A/N: Obviously this pregnancy reveal is a separate scenario from the previous one. The beast has been reawakened, expect many a baby fics from now on.
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Paramnesia, Part 3
A/N: The highly requested third chapter of Paramnesia. In our last chapter, Deeks was called into work and Kensi, still believing they are married, insists on coming with.
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Deeks blew out a long breath as he and Kensi walked up to OPS together. He’d been hoping to catch Sam and Callen on their own to explain Kensi’s current “condition”. Unfortunately everyone was already upstairs.
Kensi had been slightly less affectionate in the car so he was hoping it was a sign her memory was starting straighten itself out.
“Kensi, what are you doing here?” Callen asked as they walked through the sliding doors. Nell immediately rushed over to give her a quick hug.
“Yeah, shouldn’t you be in bed with an ice pack and a dozen doughnuts?” Sam added.
“Guys, it was just a little bump on the head. There’s no reason for me to stay home and go stir crazy,” Kensi said, sounding reassuringly like herself. “My head barely even hurts anymore.”
“She had the doughnuts to go,” Deeks revealed, smirking at her. “And she didn’t even share.”
“You would take doughnuts from an injured woman?”
“Hold on a second, you told me you were perfectly fine.” Kensi shrugged unapologetically.
“That’s cause I knew you’d try to make me stay home,” she said, knocking his shoulder with hers. “And force more chicken soup on me.”
“Hey, I am an excellent cook. Unlike someone I know, at least I didn’t try and pass off Walmart cookies as my own,” he added.
“You two have obviously been spending way too much time together again,” Sam commented with a roll of his eyes.Deeks found himself grinning down at her and hastily straightened up. He was getting way too comfortable with this less inhibited version of Kensi.
“Um, I’m really glad you’re ok, Kensi, but is anybody even a little bit interested in hearing about the case?” Eric asked, pointing to the big screen.
“Go ahead, Eric.”
“Last night someone broke into the home of Marine Colonel Aaron Summers and attempted to steal his laptop which contains sensitive information. Colonel Summers walked in on the intruder, one Danny Werner, and successfully subdued him. Werner is currently in the hospital.”
“Although Werner didn’t have a chance to gain access to the laptop, the Colonel is very concerned about finding out how Werner was able to breach His elaborate security system,” Nell continued.
“Ok,” Callen said, nodding to Deeks. “Since you’re solo today, go to the hospital and find out what you can from David Werner. We’ll take the Colonel’s house.”
“And since you’re here, Kensi, Hetty said she wants a detailed report of the accident,” Nell said, turning to Kensi.
“Well, that’s going to be pretty short because I still don’t remember anything,” she sighed. Turning to Deeks, she grabbed his hand and added, “Be careful out there, baby.” Before he could say respond in any way, she leaned in, brushed her lips against his, and patted his his chest before she left the room.
The silence that followed her exit was nearly painful.
“Okaaay, what was that?” Nell asked, turning wide eyes on Deeks. He chuckled awkwardly, still feeling the pressure, however brief it had been, of Kensi’s lips.
“I can explain that.” He gestured vaguely to his lips and then the door.
“Really?” Sam said in a tone filled with disbelief. “I’d love to hear it.”
“Kensi is still experiencing some symptoms from her head injury,” Deeks told them reasonably.
“You said she had some mild surrounding the car crash amnesia,” Callen reminded him, sounding skeptical. “You didn’t say she’d lost her mind.”
“I feel like I should be offended by that.” Deeks paused and drew in a short breath. “Along with the amnesia, Kensi is also under the impression that we are, uh, married. Apparently it’s called paramnesia, or false memories.”
“And how did she come to that conclusion?”
“I have absolutely no idea. The nurse told me she was waking up and when I came in, she was acting a little strange and called me her husband. According to her doctor, it should resolve on its own in a few days,” Deeks continued, realizing how ridiculous it sounded. Especially since Kensi was acting perfectly normal in every other way.
“Deeks, you can’t let her believe this for that long,” Nell said. “Imagine how upset she’ll be when she finally does remember.”
“What do you want me to do? Her doctor said we should try to let it happen naturally,” Deeks said, starting to feel a little frustrated. It wasn’t like he’d planted the idea in Kensi’s head.
“So you’re prepared to pretend be her husband for the next however many days it takes her to realize what’s going on?” Deeks shrugged, not feeling confidant in his ability at all.
“I think I can handle it.”
“Oh yeah, you handled it really well,” Sam said sarcastically. “That explains the kissing and the “be careful, baby”.”
“It hasn’t gone any further than that,” Deeks insisted firmly. For his own physical safety, he would definitely not be mentioning this morning’s cuddle session.
“It better not.” Deeks felt his anger flare a little at Sam’s comment and crossed his arms, mirroring his position.
“Sam, do you honestly think I would take advantage of Kensi like that?” There was a tense moment as Sam stared him down and then he reluctantly nodded.
“No, I know you wouldn’t,” Sam admitted. “I’m just worried about the possible fall out once Kensi realizes the truth.”
“I won’t let it get to that point,” Deeks said, not sure who he was reassuring at this point.
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“Hey Nell,” Kensi said a couple hours later. She was supposed to be “helping” with research, but all she’d managed to do so far was build the world’s longest paperclip chain. Unfortunately, it gave her uninterrupted time to think about her and Marty.
She had a few flashes on them together, weirdly enough in another house, but most of what she “remembered” was pure guess work.
Based on those snippets, she’d assumed their romantic relationship was as strong as their professional one. Now she wasn’t so sure.
“No, I don’t have anymore paperclips,” Nell answered without looking away from her computer.
“That’s not what I was going to ask. Actually, it’s kind of personal. Really personal.” She was glad that Eric had left to grab some coffee. This would be awkward enough with just Nell.
Nell finally turned around, her brows narrowed.
“The kind of personal where I’m going to want to wash my ears out when you’re done?” Kensi made a face at that, shaking her head.
“Ew, no. It’s about Marty,” she said, noticing Nell’s face shift suddenly.
“What about Deeks?” she asked slowly, almost cautiously.
“Is he-are we happy? I mean together. Are we happy with our marriage?”
“I don’t think that’s something I can answer for you Kensi.” Kensi made a frustrated sound and slammed her hand against the desk, making Nell jump slightly.
“Nell, Marty barely touches me. Every time I try to kiss him or hold his hand, he pulls away,” she said, glancing at Nell to gauge her reaction. It wasn’t promising and her stomach clenched painfully. “Nell, I can’t remember anything about us as a couple, please tell me what’s going on.”
“So you don’t remember anything?” Nell repeated.
“I mean, every so often I get these little flashes of memories, but they’re super fragmented...and I don’t even know if they’re real or if I’m making them up.” She felt tears springing to her eyes for the first time since waking up in the hospital and pressed her lips together trying to keep them back. “What do I do?”
Nell leaned forward and squeezed her hand, her expression sympathetic.
“Kensi, I think this is something you need to talk to Deeks about.” Kensi started to protest, but Nell held up a hand, cutting her off, and added, “Before you do that I want you to answer a question for me. How do you feel about Deeks?”
Kensi almost laughed at the ridiculousness of the question.
“I trust him. More than anyone,” she said simply. “When I’m with him I feel safe and loved.” Maybe she should have felt vulnerable or self-conscious being so open with Nell, but she didn’t. It was the truth.
Nell made a face, inclining her head.
“Ok, uh, not exactly what I was expecting. Follow up question. Do you feel...married to Deeks?” It was a strange way to phrase it and Kensi almost said “yes” without thinking. Instead she held back her reply, tilting her head as she really considered the question.
“I don’t know,” Kensi whispered numbly. Nell squeezed her hand again, pulling her in for a brief hug.
“Then I think you know what you need to ask Deeks,” she said.
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A/N: I am well aware that no reasonable doctor would likely give this advice for dealing with amnesia. This is just for fun.
And, yes, there will be a part 4.
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Back to School
A/N: This story is for today’s prompt and set in the current season.
I have no idea if Deeks would be able to come home in between courses, but given the rules we’ve flouted to get him to FLETC, we’re not going to worry about it.
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Kensi was puttering around the kitchen, searching for something to eat and cleaning up a few dishes from the last couple days when she heard the front door open.
“Deeks!” she called out, quickly drying her hands before she ran into the living room. She found him standing in the doorway, his duffel bag in one hand. Dressed in a plain gray t-shirt, jeans, and with his much shorter bangs still somehow flopping into his eyes, he hardly looked like the average FLETC candidate. He did look absolutely wonderful after two weeks away at the academy.
“I’m in desperate need of a hug,” he announced. Kensi immediately embraced him and he wrapped his free arm around her, burying his nose in her hair.
“Is everything ok?” Kensi asked, running her fingers through his hair. His face was a little more drawn than when he’d left and she thought she could feel the outline of his ribs through his shirt. “You said you weren’t coming home until tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I’m good. The instructor for today’s class had a family emergency, so she said we might as well take a long weekend. They’ll tack the training we missed on to the end of the course,” he explained, letting his bag drop to the floor.
“Then what’s with the woebegone face?”
“It was just a rough week,” he told her somewhat evasively. “I really missed you. “Sighing, he rubbed his nose along her jaw inhaling deeply. “God, you smell nice. I forgot how bad a bunch of sweaty guys crammed into a single room can smell.”
Kensi snorted, pulling back just enough to kiss him.
“I missed you too,” she said, running her hands down his sides until she reached his hands. “C’mon, let’s have some lunch.” Deeks let her lead him into the kitchen and gently push him into a chair while she made them bowls of chicken and rice soup.
She was still getting used to navigating their new home, as well as cooking more of the time now that they were on a more restricted budget.
“So you said you started tactical training this week,” Kensi prompted after a few minutes. “How’s that going?”
“Overall pretty well. I aced the physical portion without any problem,” he said with a tiny smirk. Kensi eyes his upper chest, which was even more defined than before he left, if that was possible.
“That’s fantastic, but I think we all knew you were going to be fine in that area. What about the other courses?”
“They’re fine.” There was the hesitation again.
“But...”
“One of the the instructors seems to have just a tiny stick up his butt about me,” Deeks finally admitted. At Kensi’s frown, he quickly added, “It’s nothing serious. He just makes pointed comments about my age, my hair-which seems a little unfair since I actually bothered to cut it for the first time in years-to the other cadets. He’s also super strict about the standards. If I’m even a tiny bit off on a skill, he makes do it five more times while the rest of class watches.” At Kensi’s concerned look, he added, “Honestly, it’s mostly just annoying.”
“That’s not good, Deeks. Maybe you should talk to head instructor,” Kensi suggested. Deeks immediately shook his head.
“No, that’ll just cause problems and I don’t want to get a reputation as a whiner.”
“But if he rates you too low, you could get kicked out the program.”
“I know “ he sighed. “I’m hoping that he’ll get past his initial impression of me.”
“And if he doesn’t?” Deeks grinned at her question, picking up on the implied threat in her tone.
“Then I give you full permission to go full ninja assassin. He won’t know what hit him.”
“With pleasure,” Kensi said, knowing that Deeks was mostly joking. If he wanted to, Deeks was fully capable of ingratiating himself to a biased teacher. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to have Sam go observe that particular class for a day.
Deeks finished his soup and slouched in his chair, letting out a contented sigh.
“That’s the best food I’ve had all week,” he said, glancing at Kensi with a lazy smile. “I’m really glad to be home, even if it’s only for a few days.”
“Me too.” She stood, coming around to Deeks’ side, and sat down in his lap. His hands automatically found a place on the top of her hips. “And if I didn’t say it already, I am so proud of you.”
“Love you,” he murmured, tilting her chin up to meet his lips. “I’m glad you don’t smell like two week old socks.”
#densimber 2020#densimber 4.0#densi#marty deeks#kensi blye#densimber day 20#ncisla fanfiction#by ejzah
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Grateful
A/N: Happy final day of Densimber everyone! I can’t believe it’s almost over. It’s been a wild ride, at least from my side of things. I appreciate all your love and support for my stories.
And thank you to @mashmaiden, the creator and master organizer of this event. Thanks for all the ideas, encouragement, and fixing up pretty pictures for me to use, among other things. Oh, and of course, finding a great many typos.
I may have changed the timeline on things a little bit to make things work.
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“Alright, time for resolutions!” Callen called cheerfully across the bar. He was wearing a slightly lopsided Santa hat and had a partial glass of champagne in one hand. Ever since he’d proposed to Anna, and she’d eventually accepted, he’d been in an exceptionally and rarely seen good mood.
Anna hadn’t made it in yet, but was supposed to arrive soon. Deeks couldn’t wait to see her expression when she saw her slightly tipsy fiancé.
“Oh my god, are we really doing resolutions?” Nell said loudly, but lifted her glass anyway. She was dressed in a sparkly gold dress with poofy sleeves and a garland made of little bows on her head.
It was certainly the most striking outfit of the night and every time Deeks saw her, it made him smile.
Eric had come with a friend from work, a purely platonic friend, he was sure to stress. She was pretty much the antithesis of Eric, quiet and reserved, but she’d managed to strike up a conversation with Julia and seemed to be enjoying herself.
Despite his protests, Callen, Eric, Sam, and Nell had all insisted on chipping in to rent the bar for this year’s annual New Year’s party. Deeks hated the idea of charity, but they would not take no for an answer. Hetty had even chipped in by leaving an open tab for the night, even though she’d yet to make an appearance.
He noticed Kensi come out of the backroom, returning with a new stack of plates and napkins, and snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“Hey, did I mention how gorgeous you look tonight?” he asked, sneaking a kiss beneath her jaw.
“This dress is at least three years old,” she pointed out, sounding amused as she craned her head to look at him.
“And each time you wear it, you look more stunning than the last.” Kensi turned in his arms, rolling her eyes, but he noticed she looked vaguely pleased.
“How much have you had to drink, babe?” He dipped her back, kissing her lightly.
“Maybe I’m just drunk on love,” he suggested as he lifted her upright again.
“You are completely ridiculous,” she said. Her smile was soft though as she trailed her fingers through his recently shortened hair. “But I’m glad you’re happy.” She smacked his butt, her movement covered by snack table. “Now quit stealing kissed before midnight.
“I am very happy,” he agreed. Happier than he had been in some time.
A few feet away, Arkady, having been encouraged by Nell, was loudly arguing against Callen’s resolution suggestion. Apparently resolutions didn’t align with his drinking plans for the new year.
“Then how about a nice, traditional toast,” Sam suggested, cutting the argument short before it could get completely out of hand. He turned towards Kensi and Deeks, gesturing for them to come over. “You wanna do the honors man?”
“Speech!” Nell called through her cupped hands as Sam pushed Deeks and Kensi to the center of the room and then went join Kat at a table.
“Well, uh, I didn’t exactly plan anything,” he glanced back at Kensi who looped her arm through his, nodding encouragingly. “But, um, I am very grateful that you’re all here today. This has been an incredibly hard year for all of us and I don’t think we’d be here if we didn’t have each other.”
Deeks looked at each person in the room, feeling an overwhelming amount of gratitude and love. He cleared his throat noisily, trying to dislodge the sudden lump in his throat.
“And I’m,” he turned to Kensi, pulling her closer. “We,” he amended. “We are so grateful for the support and love you’ve shown us in the last few months.”
“To family,” Kensi added, raising her glass, leaning into his side.
“To family,” everyone echoed.
As they all clinked glasses, Eric pulled up Auld Lang Syne on his phone. It wasn’t quite midnight yet, but no one seemed to care. With everyone distracted again with kissing and drinking, Kensi took his hand and they snuck away to a dark corner of the room where they swayed together in one another’s embrace.
He really was a lucky man.
#densimber 2020#densimber 4.0#densimber day 31#densi#plus team#super fluffy#ncis la fanfiction#by ejzah
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Paramnesia, Part 2
A/N: To recap, cause apparently I’m copying soap operas now, Kensi received a head injury and has a slight case of amnesia. In her confusion, she came to the conclusion that she and Deeks are married.
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Deeks reached for his phone, which was ringing obnoxiously loud in his right ear. Except something was laying on his arm, actually his entire torso was weighed down, preventing him from moving.
Frowning, he forced one eye open, momentarily stunned to find Kensi curled up in his arms. For a second he was terrified they’d done something incredibly stupid, and he started to panic, wondering how the hell to handle this. Then it came rushing back to him. He had done something incredibly stupid, it just didn’t involve anything illicit activities.
Breathing out slowly, he rubbed his free hand over his face. He glanced at his watch, seeing that it was just after 7. His phone stopped ringing, but he figured if it was important, whoever it was would call again.
Sighing, he glanced down at Kensi; she hadn’t budged an inch.
She had her head buried in his chest, legs curled around his. He’d forgotten, as impossible as it seemed, how affectionate Kensi was in bed. Boundaries didn’t seem to exist. If she wasn’t starfishing over three-fourths of the bed, then she was completely invading his personal space. It was both wonderful and completely frustrating, especially since he knew Kensi wasn’t herself.
He’d tried to convince her he needed to take care of things around the apartment-their apartment according to her temporarily skewed version of things-so he couldn’t cuddle with her. Then she’d pulled out the most heartbreaking expression he’d ever seen and he swore tough as nails Kensi Marie Blye almost cried. So of course he’d gotten in bed with her.
That was his first mistake. The second was not leaving once Kensi had fallen asleep. Rubbing at his eyes, Deeks groaned,
“Oh my god, this is such a terrible idea. What were you thinking Martin?”
“Wassa terrible idea?” Kensi mumbled, shifting on his chest. He froze, completely unprepared for the sound of her sleep roughened voice and warm breath puffing against his skin. When he didn’t answer, she brushed a handful of hair out of her face, lifting herself up on her forearms. “Is everything ok, babe?”
“Yeah, I uh, got a call...” His thoughts stuttered to a halt when Kensi trailed her fingers through his hair and then leaned in, kissing under his jaw. “Kens?”
“I feel much, much better today,” she said with a playful smile. Something in his chest definitely did not flutter happily.
“I think that was a call from work,” he tried, gesturing to his phone.
“Then call off. Tell them you need to watch over your poor, sick wife.” He started to protest again, but Kensi pressed her fingers to his mouth, shaking her head so the tips of her hair brushed over his chest. “I just want to spend a few hours with my husband without any interruptions. Is that a too much to ask?”
“No, but, uh, there’s just one,” he laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation as Kensi crawled up his chest and pressed a kiss to his bottom lip. “Just one little problem.”
“Mm, what’s that?” she asked, not sounding like she cared to hear his answer at all. Her hands crept lower down his abdomen, her nails lighting scratching over his ribs and abs, and he desperately thought of something to say.
“Kensi, we can’t-“ His phone rang, saving him from having to finish that sentence, and he all but pushed her off, rolling out of bed as he grabbed his cell. “Deeks. Yeah, no she’s ok. I’ll be there in half an hour.”
He took a deep breath after he hung up before turning to face Kensi again. She was sitting up in bed now with her arms wrapped around her raised legs, head resting on her knees.
“Was that Eric?” she asked, reaching for his hand. He took it automatically.
“Yeah, there’s a new case. Sorry I have to go, but I’ll make you some breakfast before I leave,” he said, wondering if he should have someone check on Kensi throughout the day. Other than some brushing around her temple and the bandage, she looked almost back to normal. But that didn’t mean something couldn’t happen, especially if Kensi got restless.
“What? No, I’m coming with you.” She started to slide out of bed.
“Kens, you just had a TBI yesterday,” he reminded her. “I think you should take it easy for a couple days.” Kensi rolled her eyes at that, seeming a lot more like the Kensi Blye he knew and-well a lot like the non-Twilight Zone version of his partner.
“I know I can’t go in the field, but I can do something. I’ll go stir crazy if I stay here all day by myself,” she insisted.
“Kensi...”
“Or we could just go back to bed.” She lowered her eyes suggestively, reaching out with her other hand to pluck at his t-shirt. He took a step back, gently untangling his fingers.
“Fine, we’ll both go,” he said, needing to leave the room, and Kensi in all her early morning softness. “Let me know if you need help with anything.”
As he walked out, he was fairly certain he heard Kensi sigh quietly. God, she was going to hate him so much once she remembered everything.
***
A/N: Does anyway fancy a part 3?
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Paramnesia
A/N: For today’s prompt. This particular scenario was suggested by @mashmaiden. Set in early season 4.
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“Agent Blye?”
Kensi groaned, pushing at the hand tapping her shoulder.
“Agent Blye, can you hear me?” the voice said more insistently.
“Where am I?” she mumbled, just barely able to open her eyes. Even that made her head pound.
“You’re in the hospital, ma’am,” the man explained. “I’m Nurse Jackson. I noticed you were waking up a few minutes ago.” Kensi gave the barest of nods, becoming increasingly confused. She didn’t remember scheduling any procedure. Actually, she couldn’t remember much of anything.
“What happened to me?” Lifting her hand, she frowned at the needle inserted in the back of her hand.
“Your vehicle crashed and turned over in a ditch this morning. You suffered a head injury, but your doctor can tell you more about that when you’re a little more settled.”
“Am I going to die?” she asked, squinting up at the nurse. Something started beeping loudly and he gently grabbed her hand.
“No, ma’am, the injury was not that severe. Please calm down.” She tried to take a couple breaths, instinctually knowing that she wouldn’t like the results if she couldn’t calm down on her own. When the monitor stopped beeping, Nurse Jackson added, “Your partner will be back soon. He had to step away to make a call.”
“My partner,” she mumbled. She didn’t remember having a partner either.
“Yes, Marty Deeks. He brought you in.” He checked her IV, glancing at her a couple times. “I’m going give you a dose of pain medication and I’ll let your doctor now you’re awake.”
Laying back down, she tried to force herself to remember something, repeating the name Marty Deeks in her mind until she felt calmer. A few minutes later, the door opened again.
“Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re awake,” said the man who walked through. He was tall with messy blonde hair that curled around his ears and a wide mouth that was currently narrowed with worry. Kensi felt something flutter in the pit of her stomach at the sound of his voice. As he drew closer, she noticed some blood smeared across his forehead.
He hesitated for a moment and then bent to hug her, the fluttering feeling increased and she wrapped her free arm around his neck. This was obviously Marty. It felt good, comforting to be in his arms.
“The nurse said we were in an accident,” she said, pushing herself up higher in the bed. She must have guessed right that he was there too because he nodded, his expression turning worried once more.
“Yeah, you don’t remember it?”
“Some of my memories are a little foggy,” Kensi hedged. She grabbed his hand and his eyes flew down to their linked fingers. “But my head barely hurts.” That was a bald-faced lie. “Can you get me out of here?”
“I don’t know, the doctor-“
“Please, Marty.” He arched an eyebrow at that and he shook his head, allowing a tiny smirk.
“You’re super cute when you beg Kensalina, but I think they’ll want to keep you for a while for observation. It was a pretty bad crash.”
“I just want to go home.,” Kensi murmured, pressing his hand to her lips.
“Ok, yeah, wow. Apparently that TBI made you a lot more affectionate that usual,” he said, his cheeks flushing just a little. It was pretty adorable.
“What, I’m not always affectionate with my husband?” she teased, looking right up into his gorgeous blue eyes. It felt normal, easy, and took away some of her discomfort at having absolutely no idea who this guy was.
“Husband?” He chuckled, turning away slightly before he rubbed his jaw. “Ok, yes, I’m definitely your husband. I uh, I want to talk to your doctor...about getting you released. Don’t go anywhere.”
He returned about five minutes later with the doctor in tow. While Marty stood in the background, the doctor, who introduced herself as Doctor Martinez, gave Kensi an amnesia test. At first it took her longer than she was proud of to come up with the simple answers to questions about the date and time, but then they became progressively easier as more information returned to her.
She even started to remember more about Marty.
The only things she couldn’t seem to remember were what happened directly before and after the accident. Dr. Martinez didn’t seem particularly worried about that and since she didn’t ask any questions about her personal life, Kensi didn’t volunteer the information.
“So, what does this mean?” Deeks asked, rubbing at his bottom lip. Kensi had noticed he had a habit of running his fingers through his hair, which made it even messier.
At some point during the exam, he’d taken her hand again. She was grateful for the support and didn’t mind the feel of his warm fingers gripping hers. “Is Kensi going to be alright? Does she need to stay in the hospital?”
“I want to look at her CT scan again, but I think she should be alright to go home,” Dr. Martinez said. “As long as she has someone to watch her the first couple days and nights for any changes.”
“Marty will be with me,” Kensi said, glancing up at him with a small smile. His own smile looked kind of odd, but she didn’t worry about it too much. She trusted him.
“Well, in that case, I’ll be fine with releasing you. And Mr. Deeks, her memory should return in a few days to a couple weeks. It’s an encouraging sign that her amnesia is already resolving.”
“Babe, can you take care of the paperwork?” The words sounded a little strange coming from her mouth, but she shook it off. Everything felt a little strange right now. Marty didn’t immediately answer, so she touched his stomach lightly to get his attention. He jerked, his eyes widening in surprise. “You’ll take care of the paperwork, right?”
“Uh sure, I’ll get started on that,” he muttered. She tipped her chin up expectantly and after a moment of hesitation, he leaned in and kissed her forehead.
***
“So, uh, what exactly do you remember about us?” Deeks asked as casually as he could, flicking a quick look at Kensi. She was propped up in the passenger seat with a couple of pillows, but other than the small bandage at her hair line, she didn’t seem that much worse for wear.
Oh, except for the fact that she apparently thought they were married. He wasn’t sure what had led her to believe that were in a relationship at all, but he hadn’t figured out a way to break the truth to her yet.
“We work together,” she began slowly, looking at him for confirmation, “at NCIS.”
“That’s right.” At least that was a start. Maybe with enough gentle leading, she would realize the truth.
“We met when when we were both undercover at a gym. We didn’t get along very well at first, but then we started working as partners.” She paused and glanced at him, her smile turning reminiscent.
“I think you thought I was pretty annoying and kind of idiot when we first met,” Deeks said, smirking at his own expense. “Still do sometimes to be honest.”
“Mm, but I love you anyway,” Kensi commented drowsily, reaching across the consul to run her fingers over his cheek. A shiver ran down his spine at the simple touch combined with her soft, almost dreamy expression . He wasn’t used to her touching him this much when it wasn’t followed by a sarcastic comment or the promise of violence.
“Uh...here we’re are.” He pulled into her driveway, and parked, grabbing her bag from the back and then helping her out. When he offered her his arm, she wrapped her arm around his neck instead, obviously expecting him to pick her up.
After a little fumbling, he had one arm around her waist and the other under her knees. Kensi once again didn’t seem to notice his discomfort and laid her head on his shoulder, sighing.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“My head hurts,” she mumbled. “And my back is kind of sore too. Maybe you can rub it for me.”
“Sure.” Deeks huffed out a laugh. God, this was like all his dreams come true but in totally the wrong way. He used the spare house key Kensi had given him a couple years ago for emergencies and carried her straight to her bedroom.
Despite their usual lack of boundaries and the number of times he’d hung out at her apartment, he rarely set foot inside her room. It was an unspoken line that neither of them was willing to cross, a sign of intimacy, which was now being completely trampled.
He set her on the bed and then grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of sweats from a pile by the door. Before she could ask for help with changing, he told her,
“I’m gonna check in with Hetty and let her know how you’re doing.”
“But you’re not leaving, right?” She checked, grabbing for his hand.
“Of course not,” he assured her, crouching down in front of her. “What if you tripped over a pile of clothes on your way to get a late night snack? I’d never forgive myself.”
“Shut up. And I promised I clean up the mess this weekend,” she said, rolling her eyes. “As soon as we get a break from work.”
“Kensi, I’m not going to let you clean anything while you have a concussion.” He started to stand again, but Kensi leaned forward, hugging him tightly.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me.” She dipped her head and he didn’t move as she gently kissed him. It was just a brush of lips, less than the kiss they shared while undercover. Somehow it was so much more. Clearing his throat noisily, he untangled her arms, and rushed into the living room, not caring if Kensi thought it was strange.
He quickly updated Hetty on Kensi’s status. Hetty gave him the rest of the day off without him even asking with instructions to take good care of “Ms. Blye”. He felt a twinge of guilt at that, but didn’t mention anything about Kensi’s memory lapse. The team would figure that out soon enough.
When he hung up, he fixed Kensi a bowl of soup and a small sandwich, remembering she hadn’t eaten since early that morning.
“Hey, I made you some food.” he said quietly as he walked back into her room with a tray balanced on one hand. Kensi was curled up in bed looking way too soft and drowsy-eyed for her own good. “I couldn’t find any twinkies or peanut butter cups, so it’s just plain old tomato basil.”
“I’m not hungry,” she said. He didn’t think that was a particularly good sign, but set the food to the side and crouched in front of her again. Just to be at eye level, he told himself.
“Ok, do you need anything else?” Kensi slid a hand out from under the covers and clumsily cupped his cheek.
“Just you.”
***
A/N: I played this like Kensi was remembering some bits from when they were undercover in Neighborhood Watch. And yes, there will be a part 2.
As always, I am not a medical expert or professional. Although I do try to do some research, this is just for fun and there’s bound to be some mistakes.
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Home For Christmas
A/N: Kensi and Deeks spend Christmas in their new home. Just a big old ball of fluff.
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“I’ll be home for Christmas,” Deeks sang quietly in Kensi’s ear. She laughed, leaning into his chest as they swayed in a small circle to the sound of Bing Crosby. The room was dark except for the multicolored lights from their Christmas tree, which cast a glow across Kensi’s face.
“Mm, it’s not much of a home yet,” she said, glancing around at the bare walls and empty floors of their new house. So far they’d only managed to move a few boxes with enough personal belongings to get them through a couple weeks and their bed.
“What are you talking about?” Deeks lifted a hand off Kensi’s back, gesturing to the tree. “A Christmas tree is about as homey as you can get.”
“I guess. It would be nice if we had some place to sit down.”
“We can lay under the tree,” he suggested, nuzzling his nose into her shoulder for a second.
“Then we’ll get pine needles all over our clothes,” Kensi said. She yelped, giggling as Deeks suddenly dipped her low to the ground, whispering in her ear.
“Not if we take them off.”
“Uh-uh, that present doesn’t come until tomorrow.” She was still giggling though, even as she half-heartedly pushed his roaming hands away. Finally giving in, she allowed him to kiss her and looped her arms around his neck.
Several minutes later they were breathing a little heavily and the song had switched twice. “Silver Bells” was on now, a little melancholy and sweet, and they started dancing again.
“Even though this year has been crazy and hard and ridiculous, you know I wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone but you, right?” he asked, looking down at Kensi, hoping she could see the love in his eyes. Sometimes it still felt like his heart could crumble into tiny pieces with the strength of his love for her. It was simultaneous a wonderful and terrifying sensation.
As Kensi trailed the back of her hand down his cheek, he kissed her palm, and she cupped his jaw, brushing his chin with her thumb.
“I know,” she said softly. “And I am so grateful that I get to have you by my side through all of this too. You made all the terrible moments bearable and I realized that even if we lost everything, I would still have you.”
“Even if we end spending Christmas on the floor and eating cold chicken soup?”
“That actually sounds pretty wonderful right now.” Deeks grinned, leaning down to kiss her. When they parted, Kensi added, “And who knows, maybe next Christmas we’ll have another little Deeks to be thankful for.”
As they danced to the rest of the playlist, Deeks couldn’t imagine a more perfect moment.
***
A/N: Merry Christmas Eve everyone! And if you don’t celebrate, then Happy December 24th!
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Frozen, Part 3
A/N: Here is the third and final part of Frozen.
When we were last with Densi, they were facing impending hypothermia and Deeks had just suggested naked cuddling.
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“Deeks, this is not a time for jokes,” Kensi sighed, or she tried to. It came out as more of a croak, her throat dry and hoarse from the cold. Each word made her throat ache, like it was being tore from her.
“Who’s joking? I am completely serious,” he insisted. “Skin-to-skin is proven to be one of the best defenses against the cold.”
Kensi rolled her eyes, not really sure why she was protesting, but not feeling like giving in. Maybe it was because she didn’t want to admit the situation was as dire as it seemed.
“We have the fire.”
“And it’s barely providing any heat.” He stepped closer and tipped her chin up. His fingers were red, but still made Kensi’s skin burn with the difference in heat. “Face it, Kens. Our clothes are soaked, we’re quickly heading towards stage three frostbite and impending hypothermia and if we don’t do something soon, we’re going to start loosing appendages. And I happen to like my fingers and toes. As well as a couple of other essential parts.”
Pulling in a small breath that burned her throat, Kensi glanced at the fire. Damn it but Deeks was right. She could barely feel it even from half a foot away and she was freezing.
“Fine,” she said, finally relented. “But we need to stoke up the fire and have things set up so we don’t have to get up a bunch.”
“Sweet. I’ve always wanted to spoon for survival.” Deeks ignored her glare in favor of moving the cot closer to the fire. She watched him for a moment, worried that he was straining himself too much. Even with the liquid stitches, he could reopen the cut which would put him at risk of more bleeding and possible infection.
Worry wasn’t going to save them though so she pushed those thoughts away, and added several more pieces of wood to the fire, moving the rest in easy reaching distance of the cot.
Kensi had a roll of string in backpack and together they ran it across the room to hand their wet clothes on and then tucked the three, depressingly thin, blankets around the thin mattress on the cot. By the time they were finished, her fingers were barely moving, and she felt increasingly lethargic.
She fumbled with the zipper on her coat, grabbing at the pull several times without any success. Deeks already had his boots and coat off.
“Oh baby, come here,” he said, noticing her struggle. Kensi was cold enough to let him lead her to the cot and not resist when he began tugging off her boots. She gasped when the cold air hit her now less protected feet. “Sorry.”
Deeks grimaced as he removed her coat, jeans and t-shirt, revealing more reddened skin. He stripped off his own thermal shirt, which was partially dry near the shoulders and used it to dry some of the moisture from her damp hair, which was frozen in icy tangles around her face.
At any other time, she would be distracted by the sight of him half naked and kneeling in front of her while he slowly undressed her. Now she just wanted to get them both under the covers as quickly as possible.
Wordlessly, Deeks left her to finish undressing and to hang up their clothes then dried his hair with one sleeve of his shirt. Kensi slid under the covers as he ran over in just his underwear and crawled in beside her. He tossed his boxer briefs over the side of the cot a second later, making a face.
“Never liked those anyway,” he commented, drawing the layers of blankets over their heads.
“Get over here,” Kensi croaked out, drawing him closer. She hissed at the initial contact, feeling like her skin was burning, but knew it was a good sign that she wasn’t completely numb. Deeks wrapped his arm tightly around her, his hands resting on her lower back, and intertwined their legs, creating a barrier all around her.
Cradled in his arms, she felt marginally warmer, but there was a fine tremor running through her now. Deeks held her even tighter, like he could somehow will away her hypothermia induced tremors.
“God, this would be so much more fun in Malibu,” he sighed a few minutes later. “You could wear that blue bikini of yours, the one that almost got us kicked out of Mammoth last year. I’d even break out my short shorts. Just laying out in the sun, surfing, and eating fish tacos.”
“I think you’d turn into a fish taco if I let you.” Her skin still ached a little but the combination of their bodies pressed together and a tiny of heat coming from the fire was starting to thaw her bit by bit.
Deeks contorted his head to look down at her, his expression skeptical.
“Uh, I seem to remember you were the one who ate six tacos all on your own last time.”
“I didn’t have any lunch that day,” she explained reasonably. Drips of cool water were beginning to trickle down her back from her thawing hair. She shivered again and burrowed a little further into Deeks’ arms, tucking her head between his shoulder and head.
“Mm, we probably should have eaten something before we got naked,” he said, his voice sounding slow and deeper than normal. It made her think of the sun, laying on the beach like he’d described.
“I’m not hungry.” She let out a giant yawn, wanting nothing more than to close her eyes.
“We can’t fall asleep,” Deeks muttered right before her eyes slipped shut.
***
“We should come here more often,” Kensi said, her voice light and dreamy as she trailed her fingers up Deeks’ chest. The sun beat down on his head while waves gently crashed against the shore. He swung both legs up onto their lawn chair so Kensi straddled his thighs. He fiddled with the blue string of her bikini and she smiled mischievously, leaning to whisper in his ear.
“Go ahead, no one’s around.”
Just as he was loosening the knot, a figure bent over them, blocking out the sun.
“You got a pulse?”
“I think they’re just asleep.” A hand shook Deeks’ shoulder and he turned away from it, wincing as a blast of cold hair hit his face. “Deeks, wake up.” He popped one eye open, trying to figure out what Callen was doing at the beach with him and Kensi. And why it was suddenly freezing.
“Callen?” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. He tried to sit up, inadvertently flipping the covers off Kensi. She yelped and sat up suddenly, looking around with a wild expression.
“Callen, Sam, what are you doing here?” she said, her words a little slurred as she tried to pull the blanket up around her shoulders.
“We tracked you using the GPS in your phones,” Callen answered. “Nell got worried when you didn’t check in yesterday.”
“Thank god for Nell.”
“Unbelievable,” Sam said, coming to stand beside Callen. “In the middle of a blizzard and you still can’t keep your clothes on.”
“We were huddling for warmth,” Deeks said, trying to sound dignified while he started shivering again. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s like 10 degrees out there.”
“And you just had to get completely naked.”
“Our clothes were wet,” Kensi said, brushing a handful of hair back. It was completely disheveled, sticking out in several places, and he had to resist the urge to lean over and kiss her.
“Speaking of clothes, you wouldn’t happen to have a some, by chance.” He leaned over and plucked at his shirt which was torn and still damp. “And maybe a parka or two?”
“We got you covered,” Callen said with an amused smirk. “Sam, you want to call Nell and let her know we found them?”
“I’ll get her to send a medivac too since we’re never getting an ambulance all the way out here anytime soon,” Sam added, eyeing the wads of discarded gauze and bandages. “Which one of you knuckleheads got hurt?”
Kensi immediately pointed to Deeks, having no problem selling him out.
“He’s got a 2 1/2 inch cut, not too deep, but it was pretty bloody,” she reported. “I did my best with the medical glue. He still might need some stitches though.”
“Traitor,” Deeks said and Kensi shrugged, patting his shoulder with mock sympathy. Sam walked off to call Nell while Callen pulled sweatshirts and pants from his backpack and tossed them on the cot.
“I’ll give you guys a couple minutes.” He turned go, but then turned back, gesturing between them. “If I hear anything even remotely suspicious going on in here, I’m tasing both of you.”
Kensi made a scandalized sound as Deeks shivered beside her, his hands tucked in his armpits.
“Believe me, this is one of the few times where sex sounds absolutely unappealing,” he assured Callen.
They dressed quickly, moving out of the relative warmth of the blankets as little as possible. Once they were clothed again, Deeks tugged Kensi against him, kissing her firmly.
“I’m really glad we didn’t freeze to death,” Kensi said as he held her tightly. “Or lose any...appendages,” she added with a smirk. He picked Kensi up, intending to carry her from the cabin, and then abruptly sank back down with a grimace.
“Ok, maybe we should go to the hospital,” he decided, clutching at his stomach as something twinged and possibly tore. Kensi helped him back down to the bed with a sigh.
“Well, I guess we’re not going to Malibu this weekend.” Deeks groaned again, his dreams of sun and bikinis quickly evaporating.
“I hate snow,” he said vehemently.
#densimber 2020#densimber 4.0#densi#densimber day 27#ncis la fanfiction#fluff#kensi and Deeks whump#Sam and Callen to the rescue#by ejzah
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Paramnesia, Part 4
A/N: Bonus densimber fic! The highly anticipated fourth part of Paramnesia. It seems I’ll have to write a fifth.
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Deeks didn’t see Kensi for the rest of the morning or afternoon. Between interviewing the would-be burglar and touching base with Sam and Callen, he didn’t have time to check in on her.
There’d been a slightly awkward and tense air in the room when he’d talked with Sam and Callen. Obviously they still thought he was putting off telling Kensi the truth for his own benefit.
He got it. He would be suspicious too if the situation was reversed. The thing they kept forgetting was that he actually cared about Kensi’s welfare. As much as he admittedly enjoyed this side of Kensi, he knew trying to prolong her confusion would only hurt her.
Sighing to himself, he sat down at his desk to call a buddy at LAPD about a former “colleague” of Werner’s. He was waiting on hold when Kensi paused in front of his desk.
“You got a minute?” she asked, gesturing to Callen’s desk, her thumbs tucked into her pockets.
“Sure.” He immediately hung up, waiting for her to continue. Her smile was oddly hesitant as she sat down, especially after the last 24 hours.
“So, um, I was talking with Nell,” She paused, staring down at her hands which were tightly folded together. A warning bell went off in his head. “I’ve been pretty confused since yesterday,” she continued, forcing a laugh. “Actually, I don’t really remember anything about us, as a couple.”
She glanced up at him then, her eyes begging him to tell her that is was just the amnesia.
“And what did Nell say?” he asked quietly. Her eyes shuttered a little; clearly that wasn’t the response she was hoping for.
“She said I should ask you about it,” Kensi murmured. “Mar-Deeks-“ she paused again, tripping over his name for the first time. “Are we married?” He’d known it was coming, but it was so much worse than he imagined. Her eyes begged him to tell her it was true, to laugh it off, make a joke. He shook his face ever so slightly.
“No, we’re not.” Her face crumpled for a moment in disbelief and then quickly, grief.
“So none of it was true? We’re really just partners, it was all in my head.” Her voice had dropped to a whisper and he saw anger growing in her eyes. “And you let me believe it.”
He grasped her hand between his; she didn’t resist, but her fingers were unresponsive, limp in his.
“Kensi, I wanted to tell you, but your doctor said I should give you a few days,” he said, trying not to let his desperation show. “I swear I would have told you as soon as I realized what going on otherwise.”
“Deeks, I thought we were married,” she said, her voice trembling. “I thought you-I kissed you and...god, Deeks, how far would you have let it go?”
Deeks had no idea what she’d stopped herself from saying, but he was quickly regretting every moment he’d convinced himself this would turn out alright.
“I never took advantage of you,” he told her firmly. She just shook her head, jerking her hand out of his and roughly pushing her chair back, the look on her face such a contrast to the complete trust he’d seen in the last day and a half.
“You did the moment you lied to me.” He reached for her again, but she jerked away from him. Her eyes were full of betrayal as she stood and left the bullpen, rushing down the hall. He ran after her, needing to make her understand.
“Kensi, please let’s just talk about it-“
“No. I’m going home,” she said and her voice cracked again. He brushed her shoulder as she stayed just out of reach.
“Kensi-“
“Don’t follow me, Deeks.”
***
“So, uh, you heard from Kensi recently?” Deeks rolled his eyes at Callen’s completely unsubtle question, feeling him hover over his desk. As far as he knew, Kensi hadn’t talked to anyone, other than to call in some sick days, since she’d left three days ago. And he was pretty sure Callen knew it too.
“Nope.”
“Did you try calling her?” Deeks clenched his jaw and drew in a short breath through his nose, forcing himself not to snap. Since telling Kensi the truth he’d been irritable and on edge. Sam had called him sulky, which didn’t improve his mood.
Mostly though he just felt guilty. Especially when he found himself missing Kensi’s touch and the completely look of trust in her eyes. He had a distinct feeling that trust was permanently damaged.
Callen was still standing over him, apparently waiting for a response. He wondered if they had drawn straws or come up with some other more elaborate way of determining who would come talk to him.
“Callen, she told me to go away,” Deeks told him, not looking up from his desk. No one had dared to ask what happened before Kensi left, obviously coming to their own conclusions, and Deeks didn’t volunteer.
Nell had stopped him the next day to apologize for interfering-her words. He didn’t have the heart to be angry with her, especially when she was just trying to help Kensi.
“Well, I don’t know what you expected to happen,” Callen said and Deeks glared at him coldly, tossing his pen onto his desk.
“Ok, since you apparently have all the answers, what would you have done?” He leaned back in his chair, waiting for Callen’s answer. He was a little surprised when he didn’t immediately repeat his advice from the other day.
“You know, I honestly don’t know.” Callen snagged a spare candy off of Kensi’s desk and then sat down at his desk, sitting back with a smirk. “But I think it’s interesting that you’re taking this all so easily.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“The Marty Deeks I know wouldn’t just sit back and accept that Kensi wants space,” Callen explained with a shrug.
“I’m pretty sure that’s called stalking,” Deeks said. “I think NCIS frowns upon that.”
“Stop being an idiot. You know what I’m saying. Kensi’s your partner and you care about her.”
“Ooh, getting all touchy-feely, I like it.”
“You know, I could always get Sam to do this little pep talk,” he threatened, raising an eyebrow that said he would totally sell Deeks out of if he didn’t tone down the snark. He didn’t really feel like listening to one of Sam’s lectures right now so he folded his hands and sighed, loudly enough to show his annoyance and said,
“Fine, what’s your life affirming advice?”
“Kensi was caught off-guard, she was still recovering from a recent head injury, and very confused last time you talked. Now she’s had a few days to think about things, she might be ready to listen. Or maybe she won’t.”
“Well, that was a little anticlimactic, not to mention less than inspiring.”
“My point is, talking never hurts,” Callen said, spreading his hands in the air.
“And what if she slams the door in my face?” Deeks asked, remembering the anger and betrayal in her eyes.
“She might.” He shrugged, like they were discussing the end of potentially the most important relationship in Deeks’ life. “But at least you’ll know you tried.” Callen stood again, his expression reminding Deeks a little of a smug older brother. He thought the discussion was over, but then Callen lingered by his desk, looking a little more hesitant. “If you ever repeat this, I will deny it, but I think it would be a shame if your partnership ended over this. You two are good for each other.”
With that surprising statement, Callen gave him a tight smile and left, mentioning something about challenging Sam to a rock wall race. Deeks sighed, glancing at Kensi’s desk. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Callen was right.
He sent a quick text to Callen saying he’d be out for the rest of the day and silently prayed that he could figure out what to say by the time he reached her apartment.
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Frozen, Part 2
A/N: Here’s the second part of Frozen. In the first part, Kensi and Deeks were trapped in the cold after hunting down some suspects. Deeks was also injured.
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“Oh my god, babe, how could you not feel this?” Kensi asked, kneeling in front of Deeks with his shirt peeled up to chest. Fortunately the cut wasn’t terribly deep, but it was bad enough. Bad enough to have soaked through his shirt already.
“I feel it now,” Deeks said, yelping as she pressed down on the wound. “Actually, that really hurts. Stop poking it!”
“I’m trying to see how bad it is.”
“Well, your warm little hands are heating it up and now it’s burning.”
Her hands were anything but warm and his blood was actually starting to freeze on his skin and clothes.
“Ok, I’m going to put a bandage on this, see if you can get through to Eric,” she told him. She slipped off the small backpack which had a bare minimum of supplies, including a first-aid kit. She tossed an extra pair of gloves to Deeks while he called Eric and then ripped open a bandage.
“No signal,” he said a minute later, shaking his head.
“Damn it!” They couldn’t stay out here for much longer without any protection, especially with Deeks being wounded. She glanced at him, noticing that the tips of his ears were bright red and if she wasn’t mistaken, his lips were just the slightest bit blue. “Deeks, what happened to your hat?” she snapped, realizing that his hair was damp and loose around his face.
“I had to take it off cause I couldn’t hear anything and I lost it somewhere along the way,” he answered with a shrug. Kensi muttered under her breath, realizing how accusatory she sounded.
“I know you didn’t do it on purpose.” She grabbed his hand by way of apology, glancing around them.
“We need to start moving, Kens.”
“You really think we’re going to make it five miles in this cold?” she asked rhetorically. “And it’s only going to get worse in a couple hours.”
“No, I don’t think we’ll make it that far, but I remember Nell saying something about there being a bunch of old cabins around here,” he said with the barest of grins.
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Have I ever-ah-mentioned how much I hate Iowa?” Deeks asked casually, pausing in between words to pull in shallow breaths. “We would never be in danger of freezing to death in Los Angeles.”
Despite his efforts to stay positive, the cold was definitely starting to get to him. His toes and fingers were stiff, although he supposed it was a good sign that they were still burning and not numb.
Plus, though he hadn’t dared mentioned it Kensi, exhaustion was starting to set in. His legs felt heavy and his abdomen somehow ached and felt numb at the same time. It was a disconcerting sensation.
“With our luck we’d get locked in an industrial freezer or something,” Kensi said with forced lightness, pausing in between words to breath. Her arms were firm around him, making sure he didn’t stumble over hidden tree roots and rocks.
“I think I saw that on a show once.”
“Cabin.”
“No, it was called Castle. You know, the one with Nathan Fillion where he’s a writer and-“
“No, there’s a cabin,” Kensi repeated, cutting off his tangent, and pointing to an area maybe a couple hundred feet away. Sure enough, there was a small cabin buried in a dense copse of trees.
“Fantastic,” he muttered. As they moved closer, it looked completely uninhabited and probably for some time, based on the piles of snow, debris around the doorway, and cobwebs in the windows.
Kensi cleared the snow away from one of the windows and peered in.
“It doesn’t look like there’s anyone inside. C’mon.” She shouldered the door open, which stuck a little, but eventually gave way with a loud creak.
“Very homey,” Deeks commented, shivering as they walked into the small space which was barely warmer than outside. It was pretty barren with jut a single cot and bare mattress that had definitely seen better days, a splintered cupboard with a couple pots on top, and most importantly, a fireplace.
“Sit down, I’m going to look for some blankets and firewood,” Kensi directed him.
“I can help,” he offered, feeling pretty stupid just standing there. It was partially his fault they were in this situation. If he’d been a little more careful, he wouldn’t have gotten stabbed. “The faster we heat this place up, the less chance we have of becoming popsicles.”
Kensi shook her head, already searching through the cupboard. She pulled out a box of instant potatoes and a can of beans and set them to the side.
“And the more you move around, the more you’ll aggravate your wound.” She turned back to look at him with another can of beans and Campbell’s chicken soup in her hands. The faded labels on both made Deeks think they’d been sitting there untouched for several years. “Are you saying you don’t have faith in my fire building skills?”
Her breath puffed out in a great white cloud as she attempted to keep her teeth from chattering. He could tell the cold was getting to her too, but predictably, she was ignoring it.
“I would never,” he said, dropping his backpack beside the cot. “Kensi Marie Blye’s survival skills are world renowned and-agh!” He’d sat down and his cut gave a painful, tearing sensation. Kensi spun around immediately at his scream, but he waved her off, ignoring the fresh gush of blood he felt seeping into his shirt. “I’m fine. I just sat down too fast. Did you find any blankets?”
She gave him a suspicious look, turning back to the cupboard, and pulling out some more random items before she made a triumphant sound.
“Three,” she said, throwing him a grayish bundle. “They look a little thin, but I guess it’s better than nothing. Ok, I’ll get some fire wood and then we’re bandaging your cut again. Don’t touch it until I get back.”
Deeks rolled his eyes at her instructions, which seemed a little ridiculous given the severity of said cut, but didn’t protest. He knew Kensi was worried and felt better knowing where he was.
After a few minutes, he stood up again and started pacing, trying to force some feeling into his legs. He tucked his hands under his armpits, singing “Staying Alive” to himself until his voice grew hoarse. Every few seconds, a blast of wind tore through the cabin and blew in bits of snow through minute cracks in the walls and ceiling.
Just as he was getting ready to go after Kensi, the door slammed open again, and she stumbled in with a giant armload of logs and branches.
“I found some wood,” she said unnecessarily as he rushed to help her. “There’s a shack about half a mile from here filled with chopped wood. I left another pile outside.” Her entire face was red and wind-chapped and Deeks wanted to demand she immediately get in bed and cover up.
Since that didn’t seem likely to happen, he brought in the rest of the wood while she was distracted with building a fire. By the time he finished, his hands were completely numb, his clothes completely wet and sticking to his skin.
As Kensi finished lighting the fire, he noticed her hands shaking uncontrollably, making her movements jerky and uncoordinated. She’d spent even more time outside, completely unprotected. She fumbled with the lighter a couple times before she managed to set the kindling on top of the logs aflame.
He grabbed one of her hands between his and rubbed them, wincing at the bright red color, and nearly white tips of her fingers.
“Baby, we need to get you warmed up,” he said, starting to get truly worried about hypothermia. Even with the fire, it would tale at least a couple hours before the cabin was warm.
“I’m fine Deeks,” she insisted, tugging her fingers from his. Ignoring his concern, Kensi grabbed her bag again, pulling out more first aid supplies. “Take your coat and shirt off.”
Deeks reluctantly pulled off both, knowing Kensi would probably freak out when she saw how much he’d bled. His shirt stuck a little, tacky with drying and frozen blood. He had to admit that the cut looked nasty with varied levels of dried blood smeared all around. As the cold air hit it full force again, it started burning more intensely.
Surprisingly, Kensi didn’t say anything when she leaned over him. She dabbed away the fresh blood with a couple cotton swabs and then tore open a packet of liquid bandage.
“Can you hold the edges together?” she asked. That sounded awful as far as Deeks was concerned, but he followed her directions, putting pressure on either side of the cut while Kensi squeezed the glue-like substance on in small incriminates.
“Ok, I think I’m fine with just bleeding out,” he groaned a few minutes later, the wound burning as the glue seeped in.
“That is not even remotely funny,” Kensi commented tightly. “Besides, I’m almost done.” Her hands were still trembling and a little clumsy. He didn’t comment on her technique though; if a slightly lumpy scar was the worst result of this catastrophe, he’d be a happy man. Kensi insisted on applying a cloth bandage just in case and then she was finally done.
“Ok, now we gotta get you warmed up,” he said as he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around Kensi’s shoulder and then started tugging off his boots and socks.
“What do you suggest?” Kensi asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
“There’s only one option.” He paused with a boot in his head and gave Kensi a serious look. “Naked cuddling.”
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Conservation of Heat
A/N: For today’s prompt. Set currently.
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“Kensi, what are you doing? It’s after 1 in the morning,” Deeks said, making Kensi jump. She glared at him and jabbed at the top button on the thermostat. It was dark, with only the faint light of a couple energy efficient nightlights to illuminate the tiny screen. She tugged the hem of her sleeves over her palms, holding back a full body shiver.
“I’m turning the heat up. It’s freezing in here,” she explained as he walked over, leaning closer to read the screen.
“This is LA. And, as you’ve pointed out before, it never gets cold here.”
“Well, it’s cold tonight.” He reached around her, resetting the thermostat to the previous setting, 60 degrees, and Kensi threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. “Why are you turning it back down? It’s already below 40 outside.
“Yeah, and for every added degree, our heating bill goes up astronomically,” he reminded her. “And this place leaks heat worse than a broken sieve.” Kensi made a face at his analogy.
“That makes zero sense,” she said, crossing her arms and stalking across the room in attempt to stop the shivering. “And do you really plan on not turning the heat up all year or until we have enough money to fix the installation and whatever else is wrong with our house?”
Deeks paused at that, inclining his head as he considered the suggestion, and Kensi made a noise of exasperation, leaving the room.
“Wait, Kens! Baby, don’t be mad. It would only be like five days out of the year.” He hurried after her and found her curled up in bed, the hood of her jacket pulled over her head. “Are you really that cold?”
“Yes.” He stared down at her for a moment; she did look miserable.
“I have an idea.” Stripping off his t-shirt, he slid into bed and held his arms out invitingly. Kensi gave him a derisive look.
“What, you want to snuggle now?” she asked, not budging.
“It’ll conserve warmth.” He edged a little closer, letting his arm rest against hers, and added, “You know you want to.”
Kensi resisted for approximately 10 more seconds before she gave in, pressing the length of her body to his, curling around him. Her skin was pretty chilly and he frowned, resting his hand on his lower back.
“This is nice,” Kensi murmured a few minutes later, smiling into his shoulder.
“I’m sorry I let it get so cold,” he apologized. “We can turn the heat up.” Kensi’s kissed his shoulder, lips pleasantly warm now.
“No, this is more fun.” She kissed his neck. “And I have an even better idea for conserving warmth.” In case the suggestive tone wasn’t clear enough, she hooked her leg over his hip, drawing him closer.
“Ooh, you have a very dirty mind, Agent Blye,” he said, settling his hands low on her hips. Kensi pushed him onto his back, straddling him.
“I feel warmer already.”
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Cynic
A/N: I adjusted today’s prompt a little to suit my own purposes. This was inspired by a conversation I had with @mashmaiden. We may have just a small amount of angst.
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Kensi watched Deeks from across the room. He was humming under his breath as he checked something under the bar and then made a note on his clipboard. In preparation for his three months at FLETC, he was getting everything settled at the bar so his mom could temporarily run it in his absence.
“Roberta,” she started when Deeks walked into his office for a minute, turning to face her mother-in-law.
“Yeah, honey,” she said, pausing in the middle of washing a table.
Kensi hesitated, then barreled on with the thoughts that had been plaguing her for the last week or so.
“Do you think Deeks is happy?” Roberta chuckled at her question, not considering it for more than a second.
“Of course he is. Why wouldn’t he be?”
“I don’t know...I guess,” Kensi paused, pressing her lips together, trying to find a way to express herself without sounding like she was criticizing Deeks. “He seems more cynical than he used to be.”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Roberta said, once again dismissive. Kensi stared at her for a moment, wondering if they were talking about the same person.
“Really?” Kensi gestured to Deeks’ office. “Because a few years ago, Deeks was always the one who saw the light at the end of the tunnel. No matter what problem we had, he had a solution, or assured me that we could handle it. He made me smile, even on the worst of days.” Her eyes flicked up for a second and she swallowed harshly. “I don’t see that smile as much anymore.”
Roberta reached across the table to squeeze her hand.
“Oh Kensi honey, people go through changes. Especially now with his work and the worries about money, I’m sure he’s just stressed.”
Kensi wished it was that simple, that she could blindly believe Roberta’s words. But that would just be sticking her head in the sand, like she’d tried with their financial problems, and that wouldn’t help anyone.
“It’s not that recent,” she continued. “It’s just more obvious now. I’m worried-“ Kensi was horrified as she felt a couple tears gather in her eyes. “What if I make him unhappy?”
“Kensi, that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!” Roberta said in an incredibly loud voice. Kensi glanced at the office, hoping that Deeks hadn’t heard. “That boy loves you more than anything and he’s never been happier.”
“Sometimes it feels like I just make him miserable and cause more stress,” Kensi said bitterly, thinking of when they’d first met. He hadn’t had a wife, bar, and mortgage to keep him up at night then. “Maybe if we’d never gotten together he wouldn’t have all this to worry about.” Roberta leaned forward suddenly, the fierceness of her expression vaguely alarming. It occurred to Kensi, maybe a little belatedly, that this was the same woman who had almost single-handedly raised Deeks and wasn’t to be messed with.
“You listen to me Kensi Marie Blye-Deeks, I know my son. We weren’t on very good terms then, but when Marty was working undercover...he wasn’t in a good place.”
“What do you mean by not a good place?” She knew Roberta’s tendency to be hysterical at times, but they’d never talked about Deeks time as a detective much. As far as she’d known, they’d barely spent any time together during his early years as a detective.
Shaking her head, Roberta looked past Kensi for a second, looking remarkably like her son.
“When he joined that undercover unit, he never tell me much about it, but I knew it was dangerous. Anyway, I dropped by his apartment one day and his face was all bloody and bruised. Naturally I was horrified, but he tried to tell me it was just a part of the job.
“We argued and I got mad and asked him if he was trying to get himself killed. He snapped. Told me he was tired of seeing people get hurt. And then something about sometimes violence was the only way to get things done. That’s when we stopped talking for the most part.”
This time Kensi reached out for Roberta’s had and quietly said,
“He never told me about that. I can’t imagine how scared you were.”
“I was terrified,” Roberta agreed. “You wanna talk about cynical, I’ve never seen a boy so bitter and fed up with the world.” She smiled softly, surprising Kensi. “But then he met your team, he met you, and everything changed. Suddenly he had a purpose in life beyond his job. I didn’t realize until much later why there was a brightness in his eyes that I hadn’t seen in years and his smile was finally genuine again.”
Kensi felt shocked and overwhelmed at Roberta’s revelation.
“Roberta, as I much as I wish that was true, I was just as much of a mess. I didn’t do anything for Deeks,” Kensi insisted.
“You save my boy, Kensi,” Roberta repeated firmly. “Without you, who knows where he would be right now. And I will always be grateful for that.” A tear trickled down her cheek and Kensi leaned across the table, hugging her tightly.
She wasn’t sure she deserved it, but she was grateful for Roberta’s faith in her. It was more than she ever expected.
“I don’t know what I’d do without him,” she whispered, sitting back and rubbing under her eyes with the hem of her sleeve. “And I don’t know how to help him now.”
“Oh hun, it’s like I said, he’s just having a rough time. He’s one of those people who lets the weight of the world fall on his shoulders,” she paused and gave Kensi a wry look, “like somebody else I know. You just have to see him through to the other side, like you always do for each other.”
“What if I make it worse?”
“You won’t,” Roberta assured her. Hell, you guys have survived comas, and bombs, terrorists every other work...I think you can manage this. More importantly, you have love on your side. As long as you love each other, you can do anything.”
“I do love him,” Kensi said fiercely. “More than anything.”
“Then that’s enough.” Roberta stood, holding out her arms. “C’mon honey, I think we both could use another hug.” Kensi put her arms around her shorter frame, holding her tightly. “And maybe a shot or two of the expensive stuff Marty keeps locked in the back.”
Kensi laughed a little, nodding, and dropping her arm around Roberta’s shoulders.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime, kiddo,” she said, marching towards the bar. “Now where did Martin hide the key this week?”
Kensi shook her head, amused and grateful for the crazy, wonderful second family she’d been gifted with.
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Cease and Desist
A/N: For today’s prompt. Original idea from @mashmaiden. Did you ever wonder why Deeks had a restraining order against his ex-girlfriend? Takes place in the last few seasons.
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“What do you mean ‘no’? It’s not like I’m asking for a lot here.” Kensi paused on her way out of the Squid and Dagger kitchen, frowning as she heard a woman’s voice-a loud woman’s voice-coming from the main room. She couldn’t quite catch what Deeks said in return, but she recognized his even tone.
She hesitated in the doorway. It wasn’t opening time yet, so obviously Deeks had invited this woman in and she wasn’t sure she should interrupt.
“You know, you’re just as much as a jerk as I remember,” she said and this time she understood Deeks perfectly.
“Sylvia, I’m sorry that I didn’t handle things better, but I was not ready to move in with anybody right then,” he said, apologetically, yet very firmly. Kensi tensed, warning bells going off in her head. She recognized the name Sylvia. The name of the ex-girlfriend Deeks once had a restraining order against. She’d always been curious about the woman, but Deeks always avoided the topic so she didn’t push.
“You broke my heart!” Now Sylvia was shouting.
“And you broke my wrist.” Kensi’s eyes widened at that piece of information Deeks had ever shared with her, taking a step towards the door. The sound of something crashing to the floor, possible a tray of glasses, had her running towards Deeks without thinking.
She entered the bar in time to see a woman with shoulder length black hair throw an bottle of unopened beer at Deeks’ head. He sidestepped it, wincing as it crashed against a table a few feet away, leaving behind a spray of shattered glass and foamy liquid. Sylvia snarled something under her breath and flung herself at Deeks, but Kensi intercepted her first, grabbing her by the arms and shoving her against the bar.
Based on Deeks’ total look of surprise, he hadn’t noticed her come in.
“Get off me!” Sylvia shouted, trying to claw at Kensi’s hands.
“Not a chance,” Kensi murmured grimly. “You just attacked an LAPD detective.”
“So what, he deserved it. Let me go you, bi-“
“That’s Agent Blye. Oh and did I forget to mention I’m his wife?” It wasn’t jealously, but rather pure anger speaking now. Kensi’s arms shook as she fought the urge to punch Sylvia’s lights out.
“You’re married,” Sylvia said, some of the fight leaving her. She struggled to turn her head, presumably to look at Deeks, who was standing off to the side, apparently too stunned for words. “I just wanted to have dinner.” She managed to sound slightly pathetic, even innocent this time and Kensi’s distain for her grew.
“And I told you why that wasn’t a good idea,” Deeks told her his voice low and a little rough. “I got that restraining order against you for a reason, Sylvia. Kens, you can let her go now.”
“Not happening, Deeks,” Kensi said, glancing over her shoulder at Deeks. He looked deeply uncomfortable. “We need to to press charges.” Sylvia stilled completely, apparently realizing that Kensi was not messing around and wasn’t as forgiving as Deeks.
“I’m sorry, I-“ she started, trying for remorse. Kensi had loosened her hold slightly and she appealed to Deeks again. “I just want to talk to you. I didn’t mean for it to turn out like this. Please, Marty.”
“I won’t press charges,” Deeks decided. “But you need to leave. And if I ever see you nearby again, I will renew the restraining order.” Kensi let go of Sylvia reluctantly, but stayed nearby, making a partial barrier between her and Deeks.
Sylvia rubbed at her arms and glared at Kensi. She seemed more subdued now, but there was still considerable defiance in her eyes as she headed for the door. Glancing over at Kensi, she stopped directly in front of Deeks, and brushed his arm.
“Marty-“ He stepped back, letting her hand fall away.
“Go before I change my mind.” Kensi almost thought Sylvia would disregard his warning, but after a moment of hesitation, she gave him a disgusted look and stalked out the front door.
“Are you ok?” Kensi asked, rushing over to him the minute the front door closed. “You didn’t get cut, did you?”
“Yeah, I’m good, that was...” he trailed off and blew out a long breath, glancing at the glass covered floor. “Sylvia never was a very good shot.” When Kensi didn’t respond to his attempted joke, he added, “I should, uh, probably start cleaning this up.”
“Deeks, I don’t think it was a good idea to let her just go like that. She could be dangerous.”
“I don’t think she’ll try anything else.”
“Really, cause I just saw her throw a bottle at you and try to hit you,” Kensi said, gesturing back to the broken glass. “What would you have done if I wasn’t here.”
“I don’t know,” he mumbled.
“Would you have let her hit you?”
“I don’t know, maybe.”
“Deeks, she could have seriously hurt you. Is that what happened the last time? Did she attack you?” Kensi asked, knowing she sounded a little belligerent, but she was still angry, and a little scared, on his behalf.
“Kensi, it wasn’t like that,” he insisted.
“You said she broke your wrist. It sounds like that’s exactly what happened.”
Sighing, he hooked his foot around a chair and sat down, motioning for Kensi to do the same.
“I met Sylvia during my first couple years at LAPD,” he began. “We started dating pretty quickly and it was good for a while, but, uh, then she started pushing for us to take it to the next step.”
“And you weren’t ready for that,” Kensi guessed.
“No. I mean, we’d only been dating for a few months at that point and she was talking about moving in with me or getting a house together.” He paused, glancing at Kensi briefly before he continued. “At first I evaded the subject or found excuses for why it wouldn’t work. My apartment wasn’t big enough, it had mold, I couldn’t afford to move to a bigger place.”
“Did it work?” Deeks shrugged.
“Maybe for a little while, but the more I tried to get out of it, the harder Sylvia pushed. Then one day I came home and she was waiting for me inside my apartment. She demanded to know why I wouldn’t commit to anything.
“I probably could have handled it better, but I was tired and, honestly, a little freaked out that she was there. I told her the truth. She started screaming at me, cussing me out, said I was stringing her along. I think she even accused me of cheating on her with another cop.”
Kensi winced at the picture he created. Even though she knew Deeks was perfectly fine now, she still felt tense, especially now that Sylvia knew how to reach Deeks.
“Did you ask her to leave?” Kensi asked. He rubbed at his upper lip, shrugging a little.
“Sort of. I said if she felt I was stringing her along, maybe we should just end things. I probably could have phrased it better,” he continued, making a face that suggested he was to blame. Kensi covered his hand with hers, encouraging him to go on. “As soon as I said that...it’s like a switch flipped. Sylvia started throwing anything in reach, kicking at me. It was insane.”
“But you still didn’t fight back.” It wasn’t a question. Just like today, she knew he’d been unable to hurt a woman he viewed as relatively defenseless.
“No. I just tried to keep out of her line of fire. Then she picked up this chair-thank god it was old and made out of wood-and tried to smash it over my head. I managed to block it.” Absentmindedly, he encircled his left wrist with his thumb and third finger.
“Please tell me you called the police,” Kensi said and he chuckled humorlessly.
“I didn’t have to. One of the neighbors heard the fight and called. By the time they arrived, Sylvia came to her sense and was begging me to make them go away. I didn’t press charges then either, just told her to go.“
“So that was the first time you saw her since then?”
“No. A couple weeks after the fight, she started showing up around the precinct and outside my apartment. That’s when I filed the restraining order.” He looked across the room, his eyes a little distant. “God, I should have handled it so much better,” he repeated.
He sounded regretful and Kensi grabbed his hand again, leaning forward. She gently gripped his chin, wanting to make sure he understood what she said.
“Deeks, don’t you dare feel guilty for what you did. If the situation was reversed, you know you’d be ready to kill any guy who hurt me. It’s no different with Sylvia.”
“I guess.” He was quiet for a minute and then added, “It was weird seeing her again. I haven’t thought about Sylvia in years, but the minute she walked in, I felt this overwhelming...dread I guess.”
“Well, I don’t think you have to worry about her anymore,” Kensi said with mild satisfaction. “And if she does try anything, I’ll be here.”
“Thanks,” Deeks whispered. He kissed her gently and then pushed himself to his feet with a groan. “I better clean up that mess before mom gets here and starts asking questions.”
“Always,” she promised. While he grabbed a broom, bucket, and mop, Kensi sent a text to Nell to put Sylvia Gray on their watch list. It was better to be safe than sorry, she figured.
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Celebration
A/N: The return of our second favorite Russian criminal. For today’s prompt. This assumes that Deeks is able to attend FLETC or grandfathered into the NCIS for years of service.
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“Congratulations Mr. Deeks, or rather Agent Deeks,” Hetty said grandly. He stooped to give her a hug, squeezing her as tightly as felt safe without hurting her.
“Thanks, Hetty. You really outdid yourself with this party. This is, wow, I definitely didn’t expect any of this.”
He turned to take in the elegant tables covered with white tablecloths and fancy appetizers and black and silver balloon. Through some magic, Hetty had somehow managed to arrange a banquet in his honor and invite several dozen law enforcement officers, Julia, and his mom all without him realizing.
“You have Nell to thank for most of this. She was very eager to make sure that everything was just so. And you deserve it.”
“Well, I still appreciate it,” he insisted. “Even though you almost gave me a heart attack when I first walked in.”
“Always so dramatic, Mr. Deeks. Now, you enjoy yourself. I saw Director Vance skulking by the dessert table and I’d like to have a word with him.”
Shaking his head, Deeks glanced around the room again. His mom was in what appeared to be a very animated conversation with Sabatino, a glass of white wine in one hand. He snorted at the vague look of discomfort on Sabatino’s face and wondered if he was being treated to a retelling of Deeks’ birth.
“Having a good time?” Kensi asked, coming up behind him. She rested her chin on his shoulder and loosely wrapped her arms around him.
“Honestly, I’m a little overwhelmed, but yes, I’m having a good time.” He craned his head to look at her. “Is it common practice to have a celebration when you become an agent?” Kensi shrugged.
“Not really. But you know people aren’t going to pass up the opportunity to have free food and drinks.”
“True.” She circled around to face him and brushed his bangs back, her smile nod.
“Plus, you’ve worked really hard to get here and deserve the recognition,” she added. “I’m so proud of you baby.”
“Oh, it is indeed a impressive accomplishment, Marty.”
“Oh my god, no,” Deeks muttered, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. “Kensi?”
“Yup, it’s him,” she confirmed. He turned around slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Kirkin.” Anatoli Kirkin smiled at him, taking a step forward with his arms extended, like he planned to embrace Deeks.”
“Marty,” he said. Deeks took a step back while Kensi’s grip on his hand tightened. Kirkin looked mildly disappointed by their reaction, but didn’t attempt further contact.
What are you doing here?” Kensi asked. And more importantly, how did you even get in? This is a closed party.” Kirkin smiled at them benignly.
“I heard about this from a friend and just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to celebrate with you.”
“That’s, uh, that’s very kind of you Kirkin. I guess,” Deeks said as diplomatically as he could.
“And Kensi, as always it is a great pleasure to see you. I’m sure you’re taking good care of our Marty,” Kirkin continued. Deeks made a face at “our Marty”, but didn’t comment. Past experience had taught him that it was easier to go with Kirkin’s delusions most of the time.
“Thanks,” Kensi said with an awkward smile.
“That dress is absolutely divine. And Maaarty, that suit fits you like a glove. That blue brings out the color in your eyes perfectly.” Kirkin continued looking Deeks up and down and gave a shuddery little sigh.
“Kirkin-“
“I see you cut your hair as well. It’s a pity to see those lovely curls, but I suppose in time it will grow again.” He suddenly moved forward again, apparently unable to help himself, and briefly made contact with Deeks’ cheek.
“Hey, no touching,” Kensi said firmly. She didn’t raise her voice, but Kirkin still blanched, obviously remembering suddenly that she could easily take him down without breaking a sweat or her platform stilettos.
“I apologize,” Kirkin murmured, looking a little embarrassed. He smoothed down his tie, drawing in a shallow breath. “It appears I’ve over stayed my welcome for today.” Deeks started to relax a little, until Kirkin added, “But I want to give you your present before you go.”
“What is it with you and presents?” Deeks asked, but Kirkin either didn’t hear him or was ignoring him. He reached into his suit jacket-Kensi tensed again-and removed a slim box from his inner pocket. As always, it was wrapped in the finest of papers and an ornate bow.
“A token of my deep and abiding affection,” Kirkin said solemnly, offering Deeks the package.
“Again, this really wasn’t necessary.” He really hoped it wasn’t another nude. It would just be like Kirkin to give him a handy wallet-sized print. With this thought in mind, he gingerly opened the box while Kensi peered over his shoulder.
Instead of something wildly inappropriate, he found a burnished platinum tie clip. It was surprisingly simple and in good taste with only the brand’s label on the front, in the far left corner.
Kensi made a slightly disappointed noise and he gave her a mildly disgusted look. Only she would be upset that Kirkin hadn’t gifted him with an imagined naked rendering of him.
“I figured it would be useful to you now that you’re an agent,” Kirkin explained hopefully. “There’s a small message on the back. I had it specially engraved.”
Deeks lifted it out, flipping it around to read the minute flowing script.
“To my dear friend Martin. Think of me when you wear this.”
“Oh, that’s actually pretty nice. Thanks, Kirkin,” Deeks said, feeling oddly touched.
“At least this way I can feel close to you even when society objects.”
“Society is the only one objecting,” Kensi said under her breath.
“As I said it was just a token of my affection. Now I really must be going. My men will be worrying about me by now,” he said. Then before either of them could react, he’d wrapped his arms around Deeks.
“Agh, ok we’re doing this. We’re really doing this,” Deeks groaned.
“Remember, I’m always a call away,” Kirkin whispered. He stepped back from Deeks, gripping his forearms firmly. “Goodbye Marty.”
As Kirkin walked away, Deeks finally let himself shudder.
“Are you ok?” Kensi asked, resting her hand on his chest.
“Yeah, I’m good. I might need to burn this suit though.”
“Let’s get you something to drink.” Kensi squeezed his arm soothingly, leading him towards a table loaded with large quantities of alcohol.
“Can you burn titanium?” he asked idly.
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A/N: And as always, I have to throw in at least one “Maaarty” when writing Kirkin. Also, if you haven’t read my previous Kirkin stories-you should-I’ve written several where Kirkin gives Deeks a series of wildly inappropriate gifts.
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Frozen
A/N: For today’s prompt: Kensi or Deeks are injured under adverse conditions. The other one has to take care of them and tend their wounds until help comes. P.S. Deeks isn’t whumped as badly as the picture implies.
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Kensi ducked behind a dilapidated barn, wincing as a spray if bullets ripped through already crumbling wood. A second later, Deeks darted around the side, staying low as he slammed himself against the wall.
“You good?” he asked, emitting little clouds of frozen breath with every word. The tip of his nose was red and so were his fingers.
“Fine,” she told him, automatically scanning him for signs of bullet wounds. “What about you?”
“Fantastic.” He turned his head abruptly, grimacing as another round of bullets came dangerously close. When there was a break, he popped a new cartridge into his gun, peering around the edge of the barn. “You know, other than the fact that we’re stuck in the middle of a random field and we’re being shot at. Again.”
Kensi resisted the urge to roll her eyes and asked,
“Is Garrett dead?”
“Uh-huh. So Tregan’s the one shooting at us. I didn’t see Miller.
Kensi nodded, checking her own gun. She had a couple more cartridges and her knife if it came down to it, but she hoped it didn’t. They’d been tracking three escaped drug traffickers for the last day and half through Iowa farmland. About five miles ago they’d been forced to abandon the SUV and continue on foot.
She shivered, wishing she’d worn a thicker coat. Not that she currently owned one or would have thought to bring it with to Iowa. An early freak snowstorm had rolled through the day before, leaving behind 8 inches of snow and 30 degree temps.
Her fingers were stiff and clumsy from the cold and the knees of her jeans soaked through with mud and melting snow. To add to it, a steady wind swept across the open field.
“I don’t have much ammunition left,” she said, holding up the two cartridges. Deeks poked his head around the bard again, fired off a couple shots, and nodded.
“I have about two and a half.” He switched the clip out for a full one, pocketing the partially used one. “You cover me and I’ll run?” he offered with a crooked grin.
“Deeks, this barn is the only cover for at least 300 yards.”
“There’s lots of trees.” He pointed behind them and she followed his finger, glancing dubiously at a few rows of sparse tree. Further off there were denser woods, but she doubted they’d make it there safely without getting shot.
“Yeah, and they’re barely wide enough to hide me,” she pointed out.
“Well, we can’t stay here,” Deeks said. He fired off another shot at their opponents and added with another smirk, “My butt is freezing. And we both know how much you love my butt. It would break your heart if it fell off.”
“You’re overestimating it’s charm,” she lied. She very much wanted every part of him to remain intact and bullet free. But they didn’t have much choice right now and it would only be a matter of time before Tregan got tired of waiting and moved closer. Plus, they still didn’t know where Miller was.
“We gotta move, Kens.”
“I know.” She pulled in a shallow breath, wincing as it burned her nostrils. “On the count of three, you run fast and aim for the biggest tree to the right.”
“Got it.” Deeks moved behind her while she stood and silently counted off three on her fingers. As she ducked from behind the farm and fired several shots, Deeks took off. Kensi took cover again just as Tregan returned fire.
Deeks took him out with a single shot. As the man crumpled to the ground, she raced over to Deeks, who was barely hidden behind a short oak tree.
“Kensi, behind you!” he shouted when she was just a few feet away. She started to turn, but before she could, he’d knocked her to the ground just as another bulled whizzed past them. All the air rushed from her lungs as she hit the impacted snow.
She heard him shout something else, an expletive she thought. Pulling in a breath of cold air that made her wheeze, she stumbled to her feet. Deeks was struggling on the ground with Miller, who had one armed wrapped around a Deeks’ neck from behind.
Deeks slammed his elbow into Miller’s face, jerking away as the other man roared in pain. It didn’t stop him though; he threw himself at Deeks with another rage filled shout. Kensi saw a flash of a knife in Miller’s hand and she raised her gun, firing three shots into his chest.
“Deeks, baby, are you ok?” she asked, running to his side. He was bent over on hands and knees, sucking in deep breaths of air. He nodded, slowly pushing himself upright.
“Yeah, I’m great,” he managed. Kensi wrapped him in a tight hug and leaned up to kiss him. His lips were cold, a little rough and chapped, but she didn’t care. “We should call Eric,” he whispered after a couple minutes.
Kensi didn’t really feel like letting go, but she was pretty cold and there were three dead men to account for. She grabbed her phone and walked over to the barn, hoping it would provide some shelter from the relentless wind.
She tried calling Eric twice, but the signal cut out both times. Sighing, she turned back to Deeks who was standing in the same place she’d left him.
“Hey, do-?” She cut herself short, staring at Deeks’ midsection in horror. “Deeks, you’re bleeding.” He glanced down, seeming completely surprised to see the blood soaking into the right leg of his jeans. He pulled his shirt and coat up, revealing a long cut running diagonally across his abdomen.
“Huh, I didn’t even feel it,” he muttered a little faintly.
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A/N: More Deeks whump! I know, what am I thinking damaging Deeks’ beautiful skin? I must be crazy.
There will be a part two at some point.
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