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Flashback
A/N: For today’s prompt. Again, on the very angsty side to make up for the many days of pure fluff. Takes place post “Ascension”, as you might guess.
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“Hey, where’s Deeks?” Callen asked Kensi, standing over her desk. She stilled momentarily, realizing that he’d gone to the bathroom and never returned.
“Um, I think he had to call LAPD,” she invented quickly out of habit. They’d covered for each other more than enough times that it was second nature by now.
“He hasn’t finished his case report and I need to sign off on it before he leaves. Hetty’s been getting after me about paperwork.” Callen grimaced at whatever Hetty had presumably threatened.
“See, if you actually turned your things in on time, you wouldn’t be in this position,” Sam pointed out, sitting back with a satisfied smirk. Callen gave him a brief glare.
“I did. Deeks is the only outstanding report.”
“You know what, I’ll go grab him.” Kensi pushed up from her desk with a sigh, heading in the direction of the gym. Deeks had seemed a little odd earlier and with Callen in a cranky mood, the last thing they needed was an argument.
By the time she checked the gym, locker room, and men’s restroom without any signs of Deeks, Kensi was slightly worried. She started searching the more obscure parts of the mission, which were rarely used.
She finally found him in an unused office, which was mostly used for storage at this point. He was hunched over a desk near the back, the dull glow of a single lamp outlining his hair.
Stepping closer, Kensi waited until she was directly in front of him to speak. If he was aware of her presence, he didn’t show it, head cradled in his hands.
“Hey,” she murmured. He stiffened at the sound of her voice, rubbing a hand over his face before he slowly looked up. Even then he kept his gaze downward.
“Hey, I uh, was just-” he gestured vaguely around the room, not touching on anything in particular. It was then Kensi noticed an unopened beer to his right. She had no idea where he’d gotten it from.
“Callen’s looking for you.” Deeks nodded, his lack of chattiness concerning her more than anything. “Is everything ok?” she asked finally, unable to hold back any longer. He shook his head, chuckling softly, the sound painful.
“Um, no,” he admitted, fully looking up. It was only for a few seconds, but long enough that Kensi saw the strain and desperation in his eyes. “No, I’m not doing that great as it turns out.” He glanced beyond her for a second, brushing his hair back from his forehead, hand shaking.”
“Hey, whatever’s going on, it’s going to be alright,” Kensi promised, even though she had no idea if that was true. She covered his hand with her, taking it as a good sign that he didn’t resist her touch. “You want to tell me what happened?”
He blew out a long, shaky breath, hair flopping into his eyes again as he stared down at their hands.
“After you tackled that suspect today and you pulled him up, it caught me off-guard.” Kensi frowned, not understanding, but waited while he collected himself. His palm was slightly damp in hers ams still vibrating. “I saw the blood and his teeth and suddenly I couldn’t breathe.”
“Oh my god,” Kensi whispered, horrified as everything clicked into place.
“Everything just came rushing back. It was like I was in the garage all over again, you know?” He glanced up at Kensi pupils overly dilated as he explained in halting sentences, grip fiercely tight. “Like they were drilling into my teeth again.”
He unconsciously touched his left cheek, fingers hovering over the skin for a moment.
“Deeks, I am so sorry. I should have realized-”
“It’s not your fault,” Deeks interrupted. “I thought I had a handle on all of this but I guess it was too soon. Kind of pathetic, huh?” He looked incredibly sad, defeated in a way that she hadn’t seen in months.
“No, I think you are incredibly brave,” Kensi told him firmly. She scooted closer, moving gently to avoid startling Deeks as she cupped his cheeks. “You survived something truly horrific and came out even stronger.”
“I certainly don’t feel strong.”
“You are,” she assured him. Swallowing heavily, Deeks nodded. The short hairs of his beard scraped gently against her palms, creating a strange electric feeling on her skin. She let them fall to his arms and gently enfolded him in a hug.
For a second he tensed, flinching away from Kensi, then he melted into her arms, head sinking onto her shoulder. This close, she could feel just how much he was shaking. She held him even tighter, pretending she didn’t feel the dampness soaking into the thin material of her t-shirt. Kensi ran one hand up and down his back, making soothing noises.
Eventually, the shaking dissipated to just the occasional shudder. Deeks pulled away, running his hand down the lower half of his face. Even in the dim lighting, she could tell see his embarrassment.
“Sorry about that,” he muttered in a hoarse and uncharacteristically low voice. “I don’t usually cry on my partners.”
“It’s ok, Deeks.” She wanted to say more. To assure him that she would be there for him anytime. That she would gladly do whatever he needed, but the words wouldn’t come.
Deeks ran his hands over his face a few more times and ruffled his hair, composing himself sigh impressive speed. To anyone else, the signs of his panic attack would likely be unnoticeable. He did look exhausted though and Kensi guessed he wouldn’t want to deal with Sam and Callen’s inevitable questions.
“Hey, how about you go home?” she suggested gently.
“I have to do my report still,” Deeks reminded her, glancing up with a frown. He was so close Kensi could feel when he inhaled. She took a step back, like putting distance between them mattered at this point.
“I’ll tell them you have something at LAPD and will turn it in tomorrow.”
“That’s a pretty significant lie.” Something shifted in his face from pure desolation.
“You’re my partner,” Kensi said simply. “Go. Callen can handle it if Hetty gets upset.”
“Thank you,” Deeks said gratefully, standing slowly with a deep sigh. “For everything.”
“Always.” Kensi smiled at him, squeezing his arm as he passed by. As she watched him go, she hoped that she’d made the right decision in leaving him alone.
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It’s Just A Cover
A/N: This takes place sometime early season 6. For today’s prompt.
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“What do you mean you can’t come?” Kensi demanded, swinging into the bullpen with her phone glued to her ear and practically throwing her bag next to her desk. “We had this planned for months. You promised.”
Deeks watched, his interest definitely piqued as Kensi alternated between bribes and threats. He was slightly terrified for the person who had backed out on her.
With a few last scathing words, she hung up and threw her phone down with a growl. She braced her hands on the surface, pinning Deeks with a warning glare.
“Don’t start.”
“I wasn’t planning to,” Deeks assured her. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
“One of my friends from college is getting married, this weekend, and my date just cancelled,” she said from behind her teeth.
“I didn’t realize you were seeing anyone.” And whoever he, he was an idiot to blow a date with Kensi Blye.
“I’m not,” Kensi snapped, sounding annoyed. “It’s a guy I met a few months ago through a mutual friend and I got him to agree to be my plus one for this wedding.”
“Oh.” He felt oddly relieved by her revelation, but chose not examine that particular feeling. “I’m sorry. But your friend will understand, right?”
Kensi sighed, plopping into her seat, looking fed up.
“I never have a date to any of these thing. Weddings, engagements…I’m always single and it’s kind of a running joke. I thought that if I brought somebody this time, the questions and offers to set me up with any “eligible” guy would stop for at least a little while.”
“Well, maybe you can still find someone,” Deeks suggested.
“Three days before the wedding?”
“Hey, a guy can do worse than a free meal and an open bar.” She still didn’t seem impressed by the idea.
“Deeks, it took me weeks to find a guy, get him, and then figure out if he could make it,” she said, rubbing her hands over her face. “I don’t think I’d have time.”
Kensi sighed again, looking morose, and Deeks started searching through his stash of chocolate, figuring she needed a pick me up.
“Unless,” Kensi said suddenly, the excited tone of her voice making him look up. He leaned back warily, a package of snickers on one hand, as she eyed. “You could be my plus one.”
***
Kensi crossed her arms over her chest to keep herself from fiddling with her nails. If she wasn’t careful, she’d have her fresh manicure chipped away in minutes.
When she’d initially suggested that Deeks go as her date to the wedding, it seemed like a perfect solution. She was in a bind and Deeks agreed readily enough. It was only after she got home and let herself think about the implications, that she began to freak out.
She glanced over at Deeks in the driver’s seat, his body calm and relaxed as he drove. He wore a light blue dress shirt and black pants, a suitable outfit for a wedding without being overdone as a plus one. His hair curled neatly around his face, highlighting the strength of his jaw.
Looking away before Deeks could notice the intensity of her gaze, Kensi straightened the edge of her dress, focusing on the satiny black material.
“Remember, I work for a security company now,” Kensi reminded Deeks, pulling from the updated bio she’d invented for herself. “That’s where I met you. We’ve been seeing each other for about 4 months.”
“I got it.”
“And you’re a lawyer who-”
“Kens,” he interrupted gently. “This kind of thing is literally our job. Besides, it’s not the first time I’ve been a fake date for a wedding.”
“Wait, you’ve done this before?”
“Or a funeral,” he added, throwing her a quirked smile.
“Why would anyone need a date for a funeral?” Kensi asked despite herself.
“Let’s just say, I needed $500 and she was very wealthy and lonely,” Deeks replied. Kensi had roughly a dozen more questions and would normally be reveling in the blackmail worthy information, but right now she needed to focus.
“Deeks I appreciate that you’re trying to distract me, but now is not the time. We have to prepare for an evening of pretending we’re dating.”
“We are prepared. Everyone will believe we’re completely and disgustingly in love.” He reached over to her side and squeezed her hand. “We got this.”
***
“See, this isn’t so bad, right?” Deeks asked quietly as he leaned over to fill her wineglass.
“It hasn’t been disastrous,” she allowed. Honestly, everything had gone pretty much perfectly. They’d arrived a little early and had time to talk with a few of her friends before being seated.
Deeks had charmed them and played his part well, taking the brunt of conversation off Kensi by bringing up a totally fabricated story about recent trip to Hawaii. Now they were halfway through dinner and the rest of the guests were dancing and moving between tables.
“It would have been nice to know you were planning to tell stories.”
“But then your reaction wouldn’t have been genuine.” Deeks took her hand, something he’d been doing all evening. The first couple times, she’d flinched a little, used to shrugging off that kind of contact in public. Now, after a few drinks, she’d relaxed enough to enjoy his warm skin on hers.
“I can dial it back if you want me to though,” he offered. “I know I get a little too enthusiastic sometimes.”
“No, you’ve been great. Thank you,” she said sincerely.
“Oh my god, there’s my little love bird,” one of Kensi’s friends shouted loudly enough for the whole table to hear. Her blonde hair was still curled perfectly around her shoulders, but she’d ditched her heels and held a bundle of gauzy material in one hand to keep herself from tripping.
“Hi Liz.”
“Kensi, it is so good to see you!” Liz exclaimed, bending over to hug Kensi. She quickly turned her attention to Deeks, placing a familiar hand on his shoulder. “And now tell me all about this guy.”
“This is my boyfriend, Marty. He’s a lawyer,” Kensi shared.
“Ooh-la-la. Well, Kensi you certainly picked out a cute one. Oh my gosh, look at that hair.” She pressed both hands over her chest, making a gasping sound.
“It’s nice to meet you, Liz,”
“Oh, and that voice. Ok, so tell me exactly how you met. I want all the details,” Liz insisted, sitting on Deeks’ other side.
“We met at my company. You know, I word for a security firm and Marty was called in to consult on some legal aspects.”
“Oh come on, Kensi, you gotta give me more than that.”
“Kensi is just shy about it,” Deek spoke up. “We actually met during a really long case. At first we didn’t like each other very much, we bickered a lot and I’m pretty sure Kensi thought I was the most annoying person in the world. But after a while, we got used to it and ended up spending a lot of late nights together.
“There was this one night, we were both so exhausted we were both about to fall asleep.” He paused to glance at Kensi, like he was sharing a remembered moment with her.
“So, Kensi asked me if I wanted to grab coffee at this little diner a few blocks away. It was probably after midnight and when we got there, the waitress looked at us like were crazy, but she brought us the coffee.”
Kensi squeezed his hand under the table, leaning closer to him, adding,
“We talked for hours over that terrible coffee until the waitress kicked us out.” Deeks smiled, looking pleased by the added detail. Next to him, Liz was completely engrossed, her chin balanced on her fist as she listened.
“As we were walking back to the office, Kensi leaned over and kissed me out of the blue. And then she informed me that it wasn’t the worst first date she’d ever been on, but I’d have to work harder on the next one.”
“So where’d you take her?” Liz asked.
“I, uh, have this little cabs in up in the mountains and I took her there the next free weekend we had,” Deeks answered, brushing a strand of hair back from Kensi’s cheek. “It was absolutely perfect.”
“It was,” Kensi agreed. Glancing at Liz, Kensi figured she might as well go for broke, and cupped her hand on Deeks’ jaw, and kissed him lightly. To his credit, Deeks followed her lead without missing a beat.
Kensi enjoyed the few seconds of his lips pressed to hers before she pulled back.
“Oh my god, that is so romantic,” Liz sighed, squeezing Deeks’ arm again. “You two are just too perfect. I’m so glad you finally found someone after all this time, Kensi.”
“Me too.”
A slow ballad started playing in the background and Deeks gave Kensi a knowing look.
“Babe, it’s your song. Can I have this dance?” Pressing her lips together, Kensi accepted his offered hand and let him help her out of her seat.
“Of course.”
“It was great to meet you, Liz,” he said, giving her a smile that made her sigh gently.
Kensi waited until they were on the dance floor, her chin resting on Deeks’ shoulder.
“I’m not sure you needed to lay the charm on quite so thick,” she murmured, lifting her head for a second to see Deeks shrug. He looked extremely pleased with himself. “Poor Liz is probably still swooning over there.”
“Hey, I promised I would make them believe we were dating and I think I accomplished that mission,” he pointed out.
“Well, you’re right about that. I bet Liz will have half the party talking about us by tomorrow.”
“Did I embarrass you?” he asked softly, genuine concern in his eyes. God, he was too much sometimes. Leaning up to kiss his cheek, Kensi curled her arms around his neck.
“No, Deeks. You were absolutely perfect.”
A soft smile tugged at his lips and he rested his palm in the middle of her back, holding her even closer as they continued dance.
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Secret Santa
A/N: This is for today’s prompt: Kensi and Deeks plus a Secret Santa/gift exchange. Set in season 4, so it could probably be considered AU.
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“Well, you’ve certainly outdone yourself this year, Nell,” Callen complimented her, taking a sip from his glass of spiced rum.
The bullpen was decorated with approximately a hundred strands of garland, twinkle lights, and a multitude of Christmas ornaments. Since they didn’t have a chance to fully celebrate on the actual holiday, they’d decided to hold a small team get together.
Of course, Nell had interpreted “small” very loosely and with Eric’s help, transformed the area into a temporary winter paradise. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, though that might have been partially due to the large bowls of egg nog, Christmas punch, and spiced rum that they all indulged in.
“Why thank you,” Nell said, straightening the sparkly green elf hat she wore. Eric stood next to her in a tree sweater which matched her sequined dress.
“Yeah, thanks for setting this all up, you guys,” Kensi added, leaning over to give both Nell and Eric a hug.
“You’re welcome.” He hugged Kensi, then quickly clarified, “Though I don’t take any responsibility for the beverages. That is all on our resident mixologist.”
“Well, I think the booze worked, cause you got even Sam feeling jolly.” Deek grinned, glancing at Sam. His cheeks were possibly just the tiniest bit rosy and his Santa was slightly lopsided.
“Hey, I am always jolly,” he protested. “I’m just more stoic about it than most people.”
“I don’t really think stoicism and jolliness go together,” Callen pointed out. “You’re definitely grumpy most days.”
“This coming from the man who has a single red candle in his house for decorations.”
“You know I like to keep it simple.”
“I could lend you some ornaments,” Deeks offered helpfully. “I’ve got a whole box of puppies, surfboards, and reindeer.” He couldn’t hold back a grin at Callen’s look of distaste.
“I think I’ll pass,” he said dryly.
“Hey, your loss. Monty and I always have a fantastic time putting them up.”
“It’s kind of sad that you have to decorate with your dog,” Kensi teased him.
“Hey, you know you’re welcome anytime you want to come over,” Deeks offered, sounding more suggestive than he intended to. Kensi held his gaze for a few seconds before suddenly finding the pattern on her glass extremely fascinating.
“Alright, I think it’s gift time,” Nell announced loudly into the awkward silence that followed. She clapped her hands together as she walked to the small tree just outside the bullpen and retrieved a present. It was perfectly rectangle, wrapped in shiny green and red paper and she handed it to Callen with a flourish.
“Merry Christmas, Agent Callen.”
Deeks grabbed a package from his desk as the others scrambled to grab theirs. He’d pulled Eric’s name in the gift draw and although he’d been hoping to get Kensi, it wasn’t too difficult to figure out a gift for their resident shorts-wearing geek.
As he passed the gift to Eric, Callen pulled out a pair of fluffy red socks with black polka-dots out of a nest of white tissue paper.
“Ah. Just what I always wanted,” he said, making Nell snort.
“Well, you always say you don’t want anything so I figured I go with something practical,” she reminded him reasonably. Then, taking pity on him, she reached over and plucked out a second, gift card shaped present. “I also got you this.”
“Ooh, this is that collectors edition I’ve been eyeing,” Eric interrupted, holding up a comic book with mild reverence in his eyes. “This is awesome, Deeks. Thanks!”
“It was either that or a candle,” Deeks joked, accepting a hug from Eric.
Kensi gave Sam a gift card for a nice restaurant while she opened a card from Callen with a donut of the month subscription. Eric gave Nell something a necklace with a red pendant, which she immediately handed to him to help her put on.
Sam handed Deeks his package last, which was in a neatly wrapped and plain silver box.
He gave it a shake, raising one eyebrow when the contents gave a dull thud.
“Sam Hanna, did you give me a book?” he asked, sliding the wrapping paper off and lid off. Sure enough, there was a woodworking book inside along with a gift card for a hardware store.
“It’s practical, educational, and by the end you’ll have a new piece of furniture,” Sam defended easily, ticking off each point on a finger.
“Well, I certainly can’t argue with that. Thanks, Man.”
As everyone headed back to the refreshments table, Deeks grabbed a second present from inside his desk drawer, tucked it into his pocket, and wandered over to Kensi.
“You gotta second?” he asked, gesturing to down the hall with his head. Kensi eyed him suspiciously, but followed him readily enough until they reached the burn room.
“Ok, if you’re going to pull out a piece of mistletoe, Deeks-” she started, crossing her arms. He noticed that she didn’t back away though, leaning against a file cabinet just a foot or two from him.
“I promise it’s nothing nefarious, Kens. Which might I add, it’s very hurtful that you would assume such things about me.”
Before she could comment on that, he revealed the small box wrapped in blue paper. The bow was a little crumpled now from being tucked away in his pocket.
“I just want to give you your present and figured it would be better away from prying eyes,” he explicated. Kensi frowned, hesitantly taking the box.
“But I wasn’t your person,” she said, looking confusion. “You already gave Eric his gift.”
“Hence the hiding in a fiery closet. I didn’t want to make anyone jealous. Plus, as my partner, you're always my person.”
He swore Kensi blushed just a tiny bit at that, hastily untying the ribbon as he watched. She lifted the lid and carefully removed an intricately carved wooden bracelet.
“Oh my god, Deeks...” She ran her fingers over the warm brown stain, feeling the tiny whorls of miniature wooden flowers.
“You like it?” He’d been a little unsure if it was too much or just weird ever since he bought it.
“It’s beautiful. Where did you find this?” she asked, her tone slightly hushed.
“There’s this guy I surf with sometimes. He makes carves all kinds of things in spare time for stress relief and sells them on the weekends,” Deeks explained with a shrug. “When I saw this one, it reminded me of you.”
“Wow, thank you.” She slipped it on, the bracelet encircling her wrist perfectly. “It’s such a thoughtful gift and I didn’t get you anything.”
Deeks made a dismissive sound and shook his head slightly.
“That’s not what this is about. I just wanted to get you something nice.” He paused a beat. “Although, if you insist, I have been eyeing this sick board.”
Kensi rolled her eyes, expression fondly amused. And possibly something else he couldn’t quite interpret. She set the box on top of a cabinet, closing the half-foot of space between them, and hugged him. His arms came up reflexively, hovering at her waist before loosely settling on her mid-back.
“Thank you, Deeks,” she repeated in his ear. The soft whisper made him shiver pleasantly. “I really do appreciate it.”
“Anytime,” he said, relishing having Kensi in his arm for a few more seconds. She pulled back way too soon and patted his arm, urging him towards the door.
“C’mon, we better get back before Nell drinks anymore egg nog and does something truly ridiculous.”
“Anything you say Partner.”
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Unnecessary Risk
A/N: For today’s prompt. We’re leaving the land of fluff for a bit. Some whump and protective Kensi.
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“Alright Deeks, Hayes should be coming along any minute,” Callen informed Deeks over comms.
Deeks didn’t respond, in the middle of a tense conversation with an arms dealer. From their current location in the surveillance van, Kensi couldn’t see him, but they could hear him negotiating with Dimitri Ostrovsky, the leader of the group.
Along with FBI Agent Morgan Hayes acting as his partner, Deeks was undercover as Max Gentry to set up a sale of military grade weapons. Despite Deeks’ convincing performance and threats to leave, Ostrovsky was insistent that he would only continue the discussion once Hayes was present.
“Where the hell is Hayes?” Kensi demanded quietly, peering at the cameras as she paced nervously.
“He’ll be there in a minute,” Sam assured her. “I’m sure he just got held up by something.”
“He better be,” Kensi said darkly. As usual, Deeks was in an extremely dangerous position and no matter how good Hayes might be, she didn’t feel comfortable being sidelined.
“Deeks can handle this,” Callen added, glancing up briefly from his spot near the monitors. He had one side of a pair of headphones pressed to his ear. “He’s managed deals like this a dozen times before.”
“Mm. I’d just feel better if we could see him.”
“Hold on, Deeks and Ostrovsky are arguing now.” Callen held up a hand to interrupt, switching the audio to surround.
“Listen, I thought you were serious about this, Dimitri, but if not I can just leave,” Deeks was saying, his tone dismissive and slightly irritated. Kensi could easily picture Max’s irreverent, mocking expression. He’d used Max’s cruelty on many occasions to get out of difficult situations. She just hoped it was enough this time.
“That was before you lied to me. You said that you had a partner, but he’s not here. You said he had the cash to pay for my products, yet you’re empty handed,” Ostrovsky said in a silky, dangerous tone.
“Right, cause I’m going to bring several million dollars to an abandoned building when I’m outnumbered 15 to 1. I’m not that much of an idiot.”
As they continued to argue, Hayes appeared on the camera feed, and Kensi relaxed ever so slightly in relief. There was a commotion as Hayes entered the building from the sound of it.
“Ricky, where the hell you been?” Deeks demanded and Kensi heard real anger in his voice.
“Relax Maxie,” Hayes said in a negligent tone. “I had some other stuff to do.”
“And I agreed to meet you at 8,” Ostrovsky said. “Alex, search him.”
“You put a freaking hand on me and I’ll break your head open,” Hayes threatened.
“What the hell does he think he’s doing?” Kensi asked, horrified as the shouting escalated, Deeks trying to deescalate the situation.
“No idea. Hayes, stand down now,” Sam ordered firmly. Hayes ignored him, or perhaps didn’t hear, and made an explicit comment about Ostrovsky’s mother.
“Ricky,” Deeks cautioned as Hayes continued to taunt and threaten the other men. “Quit being an ass.”
Suddenly, there was a gunshot and Kensi jerked like the bullet had hit her. There was a terribly long, charged silence.
“Oh my god,” she murmured, cupping her hands over her mouth.
“The next bullet goes in your friend Gentry’s head,” a cold voice warned and Kensi believed him. She was shaking, both from the fear and relief that Deeks was alive.
“That doesn’t give me much incentive to pay you,” Hayes responded. “Max has always been a little annoying, but I’m kind of attached to him by now.”
“Then how’s this for incentive?”
A sharp cracking sound seemed to echo through the van and Deeks made a hair-raising sound that shook Kensi to her bones.
“Alright, that’s it, we’re moving out,” Callen decided, hastily shoving some equipment away while Sam headed for the driver's seat. “Deeks, we’re on the way. Stall as much as you can.”
Kensi sank to the seat, hands trembling again as she prayed they weren’t too late.
***
It was several hours later before they made it back to the mission. The trip to the ER alone had taken three hours while the doctor tended to Deeks’ wounds. Just the thought was enough to leave her shaking with anger and residual fear all over again.
She clung to that anger as she strode into the locker room. Hayes was there, changing out of his cover clothes.
“Agent Blye this is-”
“Do you have any idea what you almost caused tonight?” she cut him off.
“You mean facilitating the take down of a highly dangerous criminal organization?” He shrugged. “You can thank me later.”
“You’re actions almost got Deeks killed.” She spoke through her teeth, jaw so tightly clenched she thought it might snap. “You were needlessly reckless.”
“Hey, it’s a dangerous business,” Hayes said, excusing his actions. “And from the sound of it, Deeks isn’t exactly a stranger to playing hardball. His Max Gentry knows how to rile people up too.”
“Deeks would never put a teammate in danger the way you did tonight,” Kensi said firmly. “What you did was just grandstanding and completely negligent.”
“Well then maybe next time Deeks will let me take the lead like I suggested.”
“Excuse me?” She stared at him in disbelief. He seemed completely oblivious to her anger, or maybe willfully ignorant.
“I’m a senior agent, he’s just a glorified cop,” Hayes explained with a smirk. And that was the last straw.
She didn’t give him a chance to say anything else, striding forward and slamming her forearm into his chest. He hit the row of lockers behind him with enough force to make him wince. He pushed back against her, but she held tight, applying pressure to his throat.
“How dare you,” she hissed. “You nearly got my partner and husband killed over an ego trip.”
“It wasn’t like-” he started to protest, but Kensi didn’t let him finish.
“If I ever find out that you pull something like this again, I will personally make sure you regret it for the rest of your life,” Kensi told him, voice low and completely serious. She was gratified when his pupils widened slightly with fear.
“Kensi.”
She hadn’t heard Deeks come up behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and found him standing a few feet away. A line of stitches held a fresh cut together, his right arm was in a sling, and she knew there was a multitude of bruises and more cuts underneath his clothes. Her arm tightened on Hayes’ throat in reaction.
“Let him go, Kens,” he suggested gently.
“You could have died today.” She choked on the last couple of words and Deeks nodded.
“I know, but hurting him isn’t going to fix that. Just let him go and Sam and Callen will deal with him officially.”
Reluctantly, she dropped her arm, taking a step away from Hayes. He sucked in a deep breath and muttered something about her being crazy. Kensi leaned towards him, lowering her voice again.
“Don’t forget what I said because I meant every word. You will regret it.”
Spinning around, she reached for Deeks, supporting him as he slowly walked back to the door. Kensi curled her fingers in his shirt, needing the reassurance of touching him.
“Thank you,” Deeks murmured as they made their way towards the bullpen. “I’m not exactly in the best condition for exacting revenge.” She knew he meant it jokingly, but Kensi was completely serious when she told him,
“That’s what you have me for. That man will never get a chance to hurt anyone again.”
***
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Against the Clock
A/N: For today’s prompt. There’s a fair bit of whump here and some blood for anyone who’s squeamish. Takes place sometime between seasons 3-5.
***
“Ok, this officially sucks,” Deeks announced after running into something hard, and extremely painful, for the sixth time. He rubbed his head, trying to see beyond the few feet of light his flashlight provided in the near pitch black.
Currently, he and Kensi were following the trail of a suspected gun trafficked and murderer through an abandoned tunnel. Since it hadn’t been used in more than a few decades, the infrastructure was starting to crumble and a strong musty scent permeated the area.
“Deeks, quit being such a baby,” Kensi told him with zero sympathy. “If you can handle getting shot and then running down several flights of stairs with fresh bullet wounds, then a few bumps and bruises won’t kill you.”
“Your concern is touching. At this rate, I’m going to have permanent brain damage.”
“Going to or already do?” Kensi joked, laughing to herself.
Something skittered by them and she jerked away, colliding with Deeks. He caught hold of her waist and upper arm as she collided with his chest.
“What, don’t tell me you’re afraid of a rat,” he teased back and he clearly saw her glare. Kensi pushed him away, lightly smacking his arm.
“Of course not, I was just startled.” She jabbed a warning finger in his face. “And if you so much as even think of telling anyone about what just happened-”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Seeming to be satisfied by his response, Kensi aimed her flashlight ahead and they started walking again. “I hope we don’t have to walk all 8 miles of this thing,” he said.
“I’m pretty sure if I took a three-year-old with me, they would complain less,” Kensi said derisively. “Plus, there’s no way this tunnel is 8 miles long.”
Deeks just grinned, not terribly offended by her lack of support. They rounded a corner and suddenly it became drastically lighter.
“Do you hear that?” he whispered, referring to the sound of something buzzing. Kensi nodded and they both raised their weapons, slowly moving forward.
Another 100 feet of curved tunnel and they walked into a fully lit corridor. There were tracks on the ground indicating that something had been moved through recently.
“This must be where-” Kensi started to say, but Deeks cut her off as he saw a red light blink from the far wall.
“Kensi, run!” he shouted, grabbing her hand and jerking her back the way they came. They only made it a few dozen yards before an explosion rocked through the tunnel.
Deeks was thrown against the wall, head impacting with the concrete. As he fell, debris covering him, he whispered Kensi’s name.
***
Kensi came to with a gasp. There was something heavy on her legs and her head throbbed. It took more than a few seconds for her to recall what happened.
“Deeks!” Ignoring the pain that came with moving, she desperately searched for him amongst the debris. He lay facedown a few feet away. She climbed out from under the rubble, pushing pieces of rock and cement aside. She stumbled to her feet, having to hunch to avoid losing her balance completely, and dropped to her knees beside Deeks.
Most of the fallout had missed him, but he wasn’t moving at all. She managed to turn him over without too much difficulty, worry growing when he remained limp.
Miraculously, some of the lights had survived, so she could see every scratch and bruise. His face bore several smaller cuts, but his torso seemed uninjured, or at least on the surface. There was a growing irregular circle of blood soaked through the thigh of his jeans. She inspected it briefly and decided that it could wait.
She cupped his cheeks, rubbing them a few times.
“C’mon Deeks, open your eyes.” He inhaled suddenly with a sharp wince and turned his face away, blinking several times.
“Kens, you ok?” he muttered before his eyes were fully open.
“I’m fine,” Kensi insisted, gently pushing him back down as he tried to sit up. She saw his eyes go to her forehead and she automatically touched the spot, which was sticky with partially dried blood. “I promise, it’s not that bad.”
“Ok.” He glanced around at the destroyed section of tunnel in dismay. “Is your comm working?”
Kensi pressed a finger to the small device in her ear, but there was nothing. The connection hadn’t been good to begin with before the blast.
“No. We need to get moving before this collapses completely,” she said as Deeks experimentally moved his leg.
“I think there’s something stuck in my thigh,” he told her with a grimace. “I don’t think I can walk far with it in there.”
“Let me see.” Grabbing her knife, she bent over his leg again. It was a testament to Deeks’ faith in her that he didn’t flinch when she unceremoniously started slicing through the denim.
“You know, if you wanted me to get naked, all you had to do was ask,” he joked as she cut away a large patch, revealing his upper thigh and a gory wound.
“Shut up,” Kensi said distractedly. Even without the material in the way, it was still difficult to tell how bad it was with the blood and torn flesh. Deeks pushed himself on his hands to get a better look, seeming less squeamish at seeing his own skewered leg than she felt.
“I think there’s a piece of metal or something lodged in there.”
“Can you get it out?”
“What?” Kensi shied back, surprised by his causal question. For some reason, she hadn’t anticipated that she would have to perform minor surgery on Deeks. “Deeks, I don’t have anything on me to pull it out.”
“Then use your fingers,” he suggested simply. When Kensi started to shake her head, Deeks added, “You’re going to end up dragging me otherwise.”
“Fine.” Taking a deep breath, she wiped her hands on her jeans and used the hem of her jacket to remove as much blood from around the wound as she could. She noticed Deeks reach behind him for a pipe that was still firmly embedded in the wall and grab it firmly.
“Ok, ok, ok,” Kensi softly chanted, more to psyche herself up than for Deeks’ benefit. She gripped the tip of the metal piece buried in Deeks’ thigh. Her fingers slipped on the blood-slick metal and she swore under her breath.
“What’s wrong?” Deeks asked in a calm, but noticeably breathy voice.
“I can’t get a good grip. There’s not enough sticking out.”
“Then do what you have to.”
Kensi frowned, not immediately understanding him and he gave her a significant look.
“It’s going to really hurt,” she warned him.
“It already does,” Deeks said. Even so, he tightened his hold on the pipe behind him and closed his eyes. “Just do it, please.”
Before either of them could lose their nerve, she bent over his leg again, digging her fingers in and around the shrapnel. Deeks roared and his upper body tensed, but he somehow managed to keep his leg still. She didn’t know how.
Forcing herself to ignore his pained noises, Kensi relentlessly dug at the metal until she felt it shift the tiniest bit. More blood pooled around the wound as she worked it free. Deeks panted softly, each breath creating a quiet rhythm. Finally, the piece slid out with a nasty suctioning noise and she pressed her palm over the wound.
Kensi turned the metal in a trembling, blood-covered hand. It was jagged on one end and about two inches long. Grimacing, she threw it to the side, returning to Deeks’ thigh. When she lifted her hand, a stream of blood trickled down to soak into his ripped jeans.
It wasn’t as bad as she’d anticipated, but it was bleeding enough that without some kind of bandage, it would weaken Deeks even more. Coming to a hast decision, Kensi pulled her jacket and t-shirt off.
She glanced at Deeks, expecting some inappropriate response but his eyes were still tightly clenched shut. She put her jacket back on, zipping it up to her neck. Tearing her shirt into two pieces, she balled one up and pressed it directly to the wound, then wound the second piece around his thigh in a makeshift bandage.
“Ok, it’s done,” she told Deeks, rubbing the back of her hand over her mouth. She felt a little nauseous and lightheaded.
Deeks released his death grip on the pipe and opened his eyes again, laying limply on the ground. His skin was a little too pale and breathing still a touch too fast, but he didn’t seem in danger of passing out on her.
“Thanks,” he croaked. He laid there for another minute or two while Kensi attempted to wipe as much blood off her skin as possible. The ceiling above them gave a sudden, ominous creak and Kensi gave him an apologetic look.
“Deeks, we have to get moving.” She stood and offered Deeks her hand, supporting him as he struggled to his feet. He leaned heavily on her shoulder, but managed to keep a steady pace back through the tunnel, using her flashlight to guide their way.
Fortunately, they didn’t run into anymore obstacles along the way, though the creaking and falling debris increased steadily. Kensi’s head pounded with every step she took, making her stomach clench, but she ignored it, focusing on reaching the entrance.
Deeks stumbled at the door, nearly falling, and Kensi grabbed him around his torso, dragging him through. They tumbled into an empty bar where Deeks’ promptly collapsed with a strangled groan. Kensi slumped beside him and jabbed at the comm in her ear. It took two tries to hit the tiny button.
“Nell, Eric we need backup at the tunnel,” she said shortly. She glanced over at Deeks who gave her a weak, exhausted smile. Not having the energy to say anything else, she reached for his hand, relieved when he grabbed it with shaking fingers.
***
A/N: Would they probably need to get far away in case there was another bomb? Probably. But we’re going to ignore that little inconvenient detail for now.
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Wrong Place and Time
A/N: This takes place post “Parley” from season 4.
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The calls comes at two in the morning and is completely unexpected. At first, Deeks is sure that it’s a joke when someone other than Kensi tells him that he needs to pick up his girlfriend cause she’s drunk. Then he starts to get worried.
Kensi Blye does not get drunk. Sure, he’s seen her tipsy a few times or pretend to be drunk for a cover, but even after a rough case when it’s just the two of them, she’s never been drunk enough she couldn’t call him herself.
“Let me talk to her,” Deeks demands and the woman on the other end sighs. He heads a crackle of static before Kensi’s voice fills his ear.
“Deeks, the damn bartender won’t give me my keys back,” she announces loudly, sounding slightly angry. “I need you to pick me up.”
“Ok, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Where are you?” She rattles off the name of a bar Deeks has never heard of and hangs up before he can say anything else. Looking at the black screen, Deeks shakes his, and rolls out of bed, tugging on a pair of jeans and a jacket.
When he gets to the bar and grill, he finds a vaguely annoyed bartender waiting for him who directs him to the back of the dining area. Kensi’s slouched in a booth towards the back, a glass of water in front of her. In a departure from her usual style, she’s dressed in a short sequined dress with platform stilettos, her hair curled around her shoulders. She looks up slowly once he’s standing directly in front of her and gives him an embarrassed smile.
“Hey,” she mutters.
“Hey. I thought we agreed not to drink alone.”
“I wasn’t alone.” Kensi shrugs, playing with the coaster under her water. It’s soggy from condensation and tears a little. “I was with some friends and they decided to call it an early night. I stayed for a couple more drinks.”
“More than a couple,” the bartender interjects, handing over Kensi’s keys. “I have to close up, so if you could take your girlfriend home…”
“Yeah, of course. What’s the tab?” Deeks asks. He pays Kensi’s bill, adding in a generous tip for the bartender’s troubles.
Kensi gets to her feet on her own, which he takes as a good sign. She doesn’t say anything as they walk out to her vehicle and she slides into the passenger seat. Deeks lets her struggle with the seatbelt for a minute before he intercedes and clicks it into place. She doesn’t bat his hands away or threaten to impale him, which is another huge red flag that she’s not herself.
Making herself comfortable, she kicks off her shoes and tosses them behind her where they land in a heap somewhere on the back seat.
“Alright, then,” Deeks mutters, side-eyeing her in case she decides to engage in a little exhibitionism. Thankfully, Kensi leaves the rest of her clothes on and just tucks her legs beneath her.
When they reach her apartment, she stumbles a little getting out of her seat and then again on the sidewalk. Apparently the alcohol has finally kicked in all the way. He hurries to wrap his arm around her waist and Kensi leans into him, the warmth of her body bleeding into him through her clothes.
A flash of desire runs through him, but he pushes it down. This of all times would be the worst possible night to act on his feelings.
He opens the door for Kensi, depositing her on the couch while he searches for hangover supplies. When he comes back a couple minutes later with water and ibuprofen, Kensi is sprawled on the couch with one leg dangling off.
“How’re you feeling?” he asks, handing her the water. Kensi drinks half of it, spilling a little on her dress, and hands it back to him.
“You’re always looking out for me,” she observes, squinting up at him. She pats a spot right next to her. “Sit down, Deeks.” He chooses the other end of the couch and Kensi sighs in apparent exasperation, scooting down until her feet brush his thigh.
“Kens, you should probably get some sleep,” he suggests, even though he makes no move to get up. “Tomorrow’s probably going to be pretty rough.”
“Yeah, I really don’t care right now.” Tucking her hands behind her head, she stares up at the ceiling, a toe idly digging into his leg. “You know, every single one of my friends is dating someone. One’s even engaged. She kept talking about how great her fiancé is and how he’d move heaven and earth for her.”
“Well, we know this kind of job doesn’t lend itself well to relationships.”
Kensi snorts at that, tilting her chin to give him a scathing look.
“The last date I went on, I lied about everything about myself and then to top it off, the guy started flirting with our waitress.”
“You never told me that,” Deeks says, a little surprised cause normally he gets a rundown of the nights they don’t spend together.
“Right, cause I want you to know just how crappy my dating life is,” Kensi says caustically. Her expression shifts just as suddenly as the bitterness had come, a strange, almost wondering look. “You know, the whole time my friends were talking about their guys, I just kept thinking about you.”
“Kensi-”
“You make me laugh more than anyone, you understand me better, and I’m just waiting there for you,” she continues like he didn’t say anything. Her voice is filled with pain and confusion.
“Kensi, maybe we should have this talk tomorrow,” he tries again, desperate to stop this before she says something neither of them can forget.
“Why? So we can pretend like there’s nothing between us?” Kensi sits up suddenly, completely invading his space. She’s close enough he can see the different colors in her eyes and smell the faint scent of alcohol and cranberries. “You know it’s there.”
“It’s complicated,” he whispers, leaning back even though there’s nowhere to go. It would be so easy to kiss her now. She’s close, he’s almost positive she wants him to.
“I’m right here,” Kensi says, her voice lower that normal. “By your side every day. And you go for women like Monica and bikini girls. And the whole time, I’m right here.” She emphasizes the last words, grabbing his hand.
“Kens, you know if I could I would.” He hears the slight desperation in his voice now, how much he would like to act on his desire. Kensi must hear it too, because her eyes drop to his lips and she sways towards him. His hands land on her waist, to push her away his tells himself, but he ends up holding her instead.
Kensi sighs, rising up on her knees, head dipping even closer. Deeks knows he should stop her, yet he just lets his hands slide higher up her back. Her lips just barely brush his, not enough to really be considered a kiss, when he his phone buzzes loudly enough for both of them to hear.
He drops his hands and the moment is broken as Kensi’s face shutters. She scoots back to her side of the couch, curling in on herself. Clearing his throat, Deeks grabs his phone and swears at a text from Bates.
“I’m sorry, I have to go,” he says, glancing up at Kensi. She has her arms wrapped around her raised legs, cheek pillowed on her knees. She looks sad and lonely, but not at all surprised.
“It’s ok,” she mutters dully. “I should go to bed anyway.”
“Kens, I don’t want to leave you-”
“I don’t need a babysitter!” Her voice is raw and in that moment, he knows that it’s a matter of pride. Nodding, he turns to leave.
“Kensi, if you need anything, text me,” he tells her, knowing that tonight she won’t.
***
A/N: For this particular story, I’d like to think that Kensi’s drunken sharing led to him deciding to take the plunge in “Descent”. Obviously this is all head canon.
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Choose Your Fights Wisely
A/N: Happy second to last day to Densimber to you all. For this one, we’ve got a bit of team banter, a little whump, and humor.
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“This is all your fault, you know,” Callen complained, holding an ice pack to his bottom lip and jaw. A small trail of blood leaked from underneath and several dark spots decorated his gray shirt.
“How do you figure?” Sam asked. He had a small cut on his cheek, a growing circle around one eye, and a brace wrapped around his left wrist. Otherwise, he seemed in relatively good shape.
Kensi and Deeks on the other hand, couldn’t quite say the same. Her nose was swollen and bleeding, a long scratch running the length from her temple to jaw, and she wore a makeshift sling on one arm. Next to her, Deeks had taken the brunt of the damage with a bleeding temple and injured ribs. He shifted uncomfortably, wrapping her arm more tightly around his middle.
They’d all been crammed into the same ER cubicle for the time being, which hadn’t improved relations. Kensi glared at Callen and Sam as they continued to bicker, resting her free hand on Deeks’ shoulder.
“You’re the one who insulted that guy.”
“He insulted me first.”
“Which obviously meant you had to hit him.”
“For the record, he swung first. I was only defending myself,” Sam insisted. “And I had it under control.”
Surprisingly, Deeks snorted at that, lifting his head enough to give Sam an incredulous look.
“When Kensi and I came in, you guys were surrounded by 15 people,” he reminded him Sam. He grimaced, curling in on himself a little. “I could barely see you.”
“We had it under control.” Said from between his teeth, Sam seemed truly annoyed now. Though whether it was because he was in pain or pissed he hadn’t been strong enough to take on an entire biker gain by himself wasn’t clear.
“One guy was biting your arm,” Kensi pointed out in a a nasal tone. She tipped her head forward as a little more blood drained from her nose.
“It was like Tumakuru all over again,” Callen sighed. “And I still don’t have any video.” He sounded vaguely disappointed.
“And you call us troublemakers.” Deeks glanced pointedly at his various injuries. “I’d just like to state, for the record, that my partner and I never landed all of us in the ER.”
“Hey, I never told you to come help. That’s on you guys,” Sam told them firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“So you wanted us to let that big hairy guy to chew your arm off?” Deeks asked.
“I happen to be very happy that you guys came along.” Shaking his head, Callen muttered something that sounded distinctly disgruntled.
“What did you say to make those guys go berserk?” Kensi asked, curious despite her annoyance. At least it took her attention off her throbbing nose.
Sam opened his mouth to answer, but Deeks got there first.
“Let me guess, they insulted the SEALS?”
“No.” Squaring his shoulders, Sam managed to look superior for a second. “The entire military. When I tried to correct them, one idiot took a swing and the rest joined in.”
“Naturally.” Wincing again, Deeks pressed his hand tighter against ribcage. “Mm, yeah, something’s definitely bruised, possibly broken. I could really use a bag of peas,” he babbled. “Or a really big Vicodin. Like they have in bugs bunny cartoons.”
“Here, Baby,” Kensi said, crouching in front of him in concern. The movement made her head ache even more, but she pushed it away. She placed bloodied ice pack under his shirt, shifting his hand away.
“No, Kens, your nose.” He tried to push her hand away, concern showing through his pained expression.
“If you two start making out over there, I’m tasing you both,” Sam warned darkly. Narrowing her eyes, Kensi turned to glare at him again.
“You know, I was just thinking, how are you going to explain this to Kilbride?” she asked innocently. Sam’s eyes widened and he looked nervous for a moment before he shrugged it off.
“I’ll just mention that we were injured while containing some unruly witnesses.”
“Yeah, that’s not gonna fly with the Admiral.” Callen shook his head with mock dismay. “He’ll want to know exactly what led to the altercation. And then you’ll have to tell him that you ticked off a bunch of drunk bikers, leading to all four senior agents being incapacitated.”
“I probably won’t be able to work for at least a few weeks,” Deeks added.
“And I’ll be taking care of Deeks…”
“Good luck,” Callen said, patting his shoulder.
“You’re supposed to be my partner. What happened to having my back?” Sam protested.
“Should have thought of that before you picked a fight with a bearded guy named Curly,” Deeks said, chuckling and then immediately hissing in pain.
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In One Lousy Second
A/N: This is quite angsty. If that’s not your thing, there will be more cheerful content for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.
***
Kensi blasted through a red light, ignoring the angry horns and shouts as other drivers swerved to avoid her. Her sole focus was on getting to Deeks.
She saw the smoke and debris, the throngs of injured and crying people wandering aimlessly far before she reached the apartment complex. The sight of them huddled together made her stomach sink.
Driving as close as she could, Kensi abandoned her SUV half a block from the scene and ran the rest of the way there. Blockades and yellow tape were already spread around in an attempt to keep people back. A thick haze of smoke and dust floated through the air, but as she drew closer, Kensi saw the extent of the damage to the building. Half of it was completely blown out, nothing but charged remains marking what once had been a half dozen apartments.
Just half an hour earlier, Kensi had been talking with a Portuguese contact when Fatima rushed into the room. Based on her expression alone, Kensi had immediately known that something was terribly wrong. In halting words, Fatima informed her that the building Sam, Callen, and Deeks had gone to investigate had exploded and there was no word on survivors.
There were countless police officers directing traffic and assisting the injured. Kensi stopped a passing officer, who gave her a harried look.
“Ma’am you need to get behind the yellow tape,” he told her firmly.
“Agent Kensi Blye, I’m looking for my team Agents Deeks, Hanna, and Callen,” Kensi demanded. “They were inside the building when the explosion occurred.”
His expression shifted slightly to one of compassion, but there was still that underlying sense of urgency.
“I think one of your agents was helping pull people out earlier,” he said, glancing around briefly. “Not sure where he ended up though. Best of luck finding them, but don’t go inside. The infrastructure is too unstable.”
He was off before Kensi could say anything else and she was left standing in the middle of the rubble. She selfishly prayed that Deeks was the one who made it out. And that Sam and Callen were somewhere else, helping out.
Taking a calming breath, Kensi surveyed the area again and started walking the perimeter. Along the way, she bandaged a woman with a deep cut to her arm and directed several more to EMTS after determining their injuries were beyond her skills.
She wiped her hands on her jeans, leaving darks streaks behind, staying. crouched on the ground. She took several deep breaths to hold back the tears that were threatening to come. She needed to get moving again or she’d go crazy thinking of every terrible scenario.
As Kensi stood, she saw a large group of people, and in the center, a familiar tall figure.
“Sam!” Kensi called out, running towards him. He glanced up at her shout, said something to the cop standing next to him, and met her in the middle.
There were smears of ash and dust on his clothes and a single cut on his left cheek, but otherwise he looked unharmed.
“Oh my god, I was so worried,” she gasped, throwing her arms around him. “Fatima told me about the explosion.”
“I’m ok, Kens,” he assured her, giving her a long squeeze.
“Where are Deeks and Callen?”
“Callen’s helping with casualties over there.” He licked his lips, his face shuddering as he paused and Kensi’s stomach sank.
“No. Sam, no,” she whispered.
“I’m so sorry, Kensi,” he said, fingers gentle on her arms as she started to shake. “Deeks was on the other side of the complex when it went off and-” He paused again, shaking his head. “We couldn’t get to him in time.”
“He can’t be-no, we have to look for him.” Her voice was shaking now, but it didn’t stop her determination.
“Kensi, we can’t, the building is too unstable and there could be more bombs.”
“I don’t care!” Kensi shouted, losing her small amount of control. “Sam, I’m not leaving my husband in there.”
“Kensi, calm down,” Sam told her, his voice firm.
“I can’t lose him.” Sam’s hand were the only thing that kept her from collapsing as her knees gave out and tears poured down her cheeks. She felt someone else help lift her from behind and she didn’t resist as they led her to the curbside.
“Kensi, it’s going to be ok,” Sam said quietly, holding her to his side as she gasped and sobbed. Her chest ached so badly, it felt like she might choke.
She hadn’t even thought to say “I love you” before Deeks left. A hundred moments rushed through her mind, each tinged with the pain of regret.
Slowly, her tears eased and she could breath without panting. When Kensi looked up, Callen stood in front of her with a bottle of water. She accepted it, drinking half of it in a couple mouthfuls.
“Sorry,” she muttered, futilely swiping at her cheeks.
“It’s ok,” he told her calmly. “This is a…shock for everyone. I’m gonna have Rountree come pick you up-”
“No.” Pushing off the curb, Kensi handed him the half-empty bottle of water, and adamantly shook her head. “I’m staying here and helping.”
“Kensi, that’s not a good idea,” Sam disagreed. “You’re not in a good frame of mind.”
“I can’t just leave,” Kensi said firmly, holding her hand up when Sam started to protest again. “If Callen was inside that building and there was any chance you could still get him out, would you leave?”
“No,” he admitted softly. “Alright, you can help redirect traffic.”
It was mindless work, but it was better than sitting at the mission alone. Or even worse, at home. The thought made her shudder, and Kensi refocused on her current task. She couldn’t think about Deeks. Not right now.
“Hey, we need some help over here!” One of the cops called a few minutes later. “There are more people coming out and some of them are injured pretty bad.”
Kensi followed after her, ducking under a line of yellow tape, and in the direction of a side door. There was a woman laying on the ground, her shirt covered in blood, and a man sitting next to her. As they reached the door, another woman stumbled out with a sling around her arm.
Then, with dust and ash swirling around him, Deeks stepped out into the warm sun, a little boy cradled in his arms.
“Hey, I need a stretcher!” he shouted, leaning down to whisper a word of reassurance to the boy. Kensi stood frozen where she stood, not quite believing was she saw. Deeks passed the boy over to an EMT and checked in with the other victims before he noticed her standing there.
And then she was running to him. She slammed into his chest so hard he stumbled back with an exhalation of surprise.
“Kens,” he gasped, holding her close. Kensi pulled back and grasped his cheeks, ran her hands over his chest and arms, looking for injuries.
“Are you hurt? Do you need a doctor?” she demanded, lightly touching a cut on his forehead. His skin was smeared with dirt and ash, more coating his hair and turning it a dusty brown.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Most of this blood isn’t mine,” he said, hands roving over her back.
“I though you were dead.” She hadn’t meant to say it so accusingly, but her fear was still too close to the surface.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He glanced behind them, expression shuddering a little. “When the blast went off, I was talking to this family and half their apartment caved in. I knew I couldn’t just leave them there, so I patched the wife up the best I could and started digging a way out.”
“That was really brave of you,” she said, cupping his cheeks. “But please don’t scare me like that again.”
“I’ll do my best,” he promised, wrapping her in his arms, and kissed her. The pressure of his lips against hers a vivid and welcome reminder that he was alive.
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No Regret
A/N: Happy Last Day of Densimber and Happy New Year’s everyone! If I haven’t had the time to reply individually to everyone, I’ve appreciated all your comments, input, and support this whole month.
The biggest thanks to @mashmaiden for creating this event, for her help, and for allowing me to contribute again.
I leaned heavily into the fluff for this one.
***
Kensi sighed, twining her leg between Deeks’. His arms surrounded her, his chest a perfect cushion as they laid on the living room floor. The lit Christmas tree sent a dreamy glow over the room and added Kensi’s general feeling of content.
They’d shared an early dinner with the team before coming home to spend the rest of New Year’s Eve together. The remains of a cheese and fruit plate lay abandoned on the coffee table along with a few empty beer bottles. They had the NYC Ball Drop celebration playing in the background with the sound turned low.
“No offense to Rountree, but this is so much better than a late-night party,” Kensi said lazily. “Do you think they believed us when we said we already had plans?”
“Not a chance,” Deeks answered, chuckling. “But they’re all way too smart to ask about it.” He kissed her cheek, snuggling closer. “Well, Mrs. Blye-Deeks, since we’ve only got about 15 minutes left to the year-at least on this coast-any regrets?”
She turned in his arms so she was facing him as she considered his question. Sure, there were certain things she would do differently if given the chance, but now didn’t seem the time to air them. Toying with the curls on the back of his neck, Kensi nudged his nose with hers.
“No,” she decided. “We survived another year of craziness, we’re healthy, headed in the towards the future we want, and I-”
“Have an extremely hot and fit husband?” Deeks finished for her with a grin. He shifted so their bodies aligned and she felt the heat of his skin through his t-shirt.
“Yes, that was exactly what I was about to say. So, no, I don’t have any regrets. What about you?”
“Just one.” When Kensi frowned, he gave her a tender, almost playful look. “I wish we had more nights like this. Just the two of us, without anything to interrupt.”
“Mm, that would be nice,” Kensi agreed, leaning closer to tease at his bottom lip. Deeks curled his around her and they kissed for a few minutes until the TV suddenly erupted with an increased burst of noise.
“Ooh, it’s almost time,” Deeks said, looking past her. “Let me grab the champagne. He scooted out of her arms, dropping a kiss on her nose before he jogged out of the room.
It wasn’t real champagne, but Deeks had insisted that they should celebrate in style, which meant a sparkling beverage of some sort in fancy glasses. Especially since they hadn’t been able to celebrate much last year.
He came back a couple minutes later with the bottle and two flute glasses crisscrossed in his other hand. They fiddled with cork until it came loose with a small pop and a stream of wine bubbled up.
“Ah, not on my new jeans!” Kensi yelped, scooting out of the way as Deeks hurried to grab a glass. Even though his hands were shaking with laughter, Deeks somehow managed to get a reasonable amount of champagne in each glass.
Sitting with their knees touching, Deeks clinked his glass to hers.
“I know toasting is more traditional, but I, uh, thought we could maybe see our New Year’s resolutions instead,” Deeks suggested, pausing for a moment before continuing. He cleared his throat, taking a short breath. He didn’t seem nervous, it was more like he letting go of something.
“I resolve to be more honest and open about my feelings. Oh, and also, to stop watching so many nature documentaries.”
“Those are good resolutions,” Kensi said, glancing down at their hands. She tilted her head, observing the man she loved so much. “I resolve to be less…afraid.” Deeks nodded his head expectantly and she rolled her eyes. “And to cut down on my taco addiction.”
“Oh, Baby, that’s going to be a tough one,” he teased. He tipped his glass towards hers again, his gaze filled with love and warmth. “To less fear and more honesty.”
“To us,” Kensi whispered, taking a quick sip and wrapping her arm around Deeks neck to draw him closer. She kissed him, letting the full weight of her body fall into his. She heard Deeks fumbling to set his glass down.
As soon as his hands were free, he grasped her hips, pulling her into his lap. Kensi sighed into the kiss, lightly tugging at Deeks’ hair. He moved to her neck and Kensi tossed her head back, catching a quick glimpse of the TV. Confetti floated through the air and couples were in similar lip locks.
“Oh, we missed the ball drop,” she said breathily.
“Who cares,” Deeks murmured, tugging his shirt over his hand with one hand. Resting her hands on his bare chest, Kensi decided that she most certainly didn’t.
It was an excellent start to the new year.
#densimber 5.0#densimber 2021#densi#densimber day 31#new years eve#ncis la fanfiction#fluff#by ejzah
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When The Lights Go Out
A/N: Yes, there is more mild adult content here. I seem to be stuck in a groove. I assume many of you won’t mind. Not a bit of angst to be found here.
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Tipsy Kensi was always a delight to behold. She never got drunk enough to lose complete control, but was just less reserved and playful. Like now, as she attempted to dig Deeks’ keys out of his front pocket.
“That’s the wrong pocket,” Deeks told her helpfully, arms wrapped loosely around her waist. He rested his hands on her lower back, leaning against the front door as she continued to explore.
“Do you want me to stop?” Kensi asked, fingers pausing just of brushing something that was definitely not keys.
“No, I didn’t say that. I just think the neighbors might object.” He yelped as Kensi slipped her other hand in his back pocket and squeezed, hard, jerking into her.
“Who cares what the neighbors think?” Abandoning her search, Kensi grasped his head, fingers curling around his skull and kissed him, teasing at his lips until they parted. Groaning, Deeks fumbled for his keys, somehow managing to get the right one in the lock.
They stumbled through the door, both giggling, Deeks catching Kensi around the waist to keep her from falling. Maybe he’d had a couple too many drinks himself. Good thing they’d decided to take an Uber home from a night out with the Cupcake Girls.
With a clumsy swipe, he flipped on the overhead lights, still holding onto Kensi. She gently tugged out of his grasp, walking backwards with surprising grace given the ridiculously tall heels she wore.
They were very pretty shoes, he decided, following the shiny black material up to the golden skin of her calves. Kensi took another step back, resting a hand on her hip as she posed for him. He watched, completely transfixed by her.
Her dress was short, barely reaching mid-thigh and had a deep neckline which curved provocatively around her breasts. Catching his eye, Kensi shook her hair back and rolled her hips in a move that he was ninety-nine percent sure he had taught her.
Heat suffused him, bringing the desire that had been simmering for most of the night to a roaring fire. He crossed the space between them and caught Kensi around the waist again, spinning her into him.
“Hey, I thought I was the exotic dancer in this relationship,” he whispered, thumbs idly drawing little circles along her collar bones. Kensi shivered, her wide and dark with arousal.
“Well, if you want to join in, feel free,” Kensi offered. She twined a leg around his, rubbing her body up and down his like he was a makeshift stripper pole.
He chuckled breathily, clamping his hands on Kensi’s hips as she twisted around him. She nipped at his lower lip and tugged at his collar until the first button popped open. She smoothed her hand over his exposed chest with a soft exhalation he found incredibly sexy.
“I’ve always loved you in this shirt,” Kensi continued, running her fingers up his chest to his shoulders. “When you roll your sleeves up…” she trailed off, biting her bottom lip.
“You are so beautiful,” he said emphatically, lifting her so she straddled his hips. Kensi’s nails scraped through his shirt as she arched against his erection with a deep moan.
“So are you.” She grabbed chin a little roughly and kissed him hard. It was more clumsy than usual, but Deeks didn’t care. He kissed her back with just as much enthusiasm, slowly leading them towards the bedroom.
Kensi continued tugging at his shirt until it was just hanging on by one sleeve. He carelessly shook it off, distracted by the soft kisses Kensi was now sucking along his collar bone.
This was going to be an extremely good night he thought as he slid Kensi’s zipper straight down her back, revealing smooth skin.
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Christmas Movies and Milk Duds
A/N: This idea was kindly provided by mashmaiden. Takes place post “Free Ride” in season 4.
Merry Christmas Eve to everyone celebrating!
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“Hey, you still awake?” Kensi asked, the silhouette of her head popping around the door to Deeks’ bunker. Callen had decided to stay with some of the crew to celebrate so he was alone.
Deeks lifted his head from his pillow, but didn’t bother to actually sit up on his bunk.
“That depends,” he said, dropping his head back down. “Did you bring me any Christmas cookies?”
“No.” Apparently deciding that the coast was clear, she slipped inside and plopped on the side of his bed, jostling the mattress. “I have something even better than cookies.” She frowned, peering around the dim room. “Why’s it so dark in here?”
“Because my head is killing me,” Deeks replied, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes against the constant ache. “If you recall, I was bashed over the head and stuffed in a garbage can.” He opened one eye, pushing out his lower lip a tiny bit.
“Is it really that bad?” Kensi asked, leaning forward. He didn’t expect her to run her fingers through his hair and stilled as she brushed the goose egg at the back of his skull. “Geez. I’m sorry, Deeks, I didn’t know it was that bad. Do you want me to take you to the infirmary again?”
“Nah.” Kensi’s touch was actually proving a more effective balm than any pain medication. “The noise from the party was just getting to me.”
Kensi was silent for a few more seconds while she mindlessly massaged the area around his bump. He wasn’t sure Kensi was even aware she was still touching him.
“You know, I was pretty worried about you,” she said in a hushed tone. “I thought you might have been pushed overboard or something.” Her hand stilled in his hair and Deeks heard her inhale unsteadily.
“Hey, you can’t get rid of me that easily,” he said, nudging her knee. “You still owe me a trip to Tahoe. So I can kick your ass on the slopes.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s not happening.” Kensi chuckled derisively, folding her arms over her chest. “As soon as we get off this ship and you’re cleared for physical activity, you are on.”
“Sounds like a date,” Deeks agreed, feeling significantly more cheerful than when Kensi found him. “Hey, why did you come looking for me in the first place?”
“Oh, I just thought you might want some company,” Kensi explained with a little shrug. I found a free common room and one of the three available channels happens to be playing “Miracle on 34th Street”.
“One of your favorites.”
“It is. Maybe we could watch it together.” She gave him a hopeful smile. “That is if your head doesn’t hurt too much.”
“I think I can manage it,” Deeks said, swinging his legs off the bed. “Although you might have to help me get there.” Rolling her eyes, Kensi slipped an arm behind his back as he he stood.
They made it to the empty common room without running into anyone, or Deeks collapsing. Kensi turned down the lights before he had a chance to ask and plopped down next to him on the small couch he’d chosen. As little Suzy appeared on-screen, Kensi produced a box of milk duds, offering them to Deeks.
“Where did you even get those from?” he asked, even though he shouldn’t be surprised that his sugar loving partner had found a way to sneak candy on-board.
“It’s probably best if you don’t ask,” Kensi told him, popping a chuck of chocolate coated caramel into her mouth. She sighed and leaned back so she was almost leaning against him. “Merry Christmas, Deeks.”
“Merry Christmas.” Head injury and all, he decided that it wasn’t such a bad Christmas after all.
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A/N: Apparently most aircraft carriers do have TVs, but they’re in common areas and have a limited number of channels.
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Traditions New and Old
A/N: This most likely takes place in season 7. Mild angst with significantly more fluff.
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Kensi rested her head on Deeks’ shoulder, smiling as a trio of carolers dressed in 18th century clothed sang in front of a large decorated tree. Around them, kids were running with strings of flashing fake lights around their necks and venders sold hot chocolate.
The carolers finished a song and the crowd dispersed a little. Looping her arm through Deeks’, they walked towards a lights display.
“This is nice,” she said. When Deeks had first suggested it, she’d been a little hesitant. She wasn’t the most holiday inclined person, especially when it came to Christmas.
“I used to come here with my mom,” he shared, looking down at her with a reminiscent smile. “The first year after dad…well, we didn’t have very much. Mom was working two jobs just to keep a roof over our heads and pay bills. Even though she tried to hide it, I knew she felt terrible that she couldn’t afford any extras.”
“That must have been hard.”
“It was.” He sighed, eyeing a flashing snowman. “I didn’t care about the presents, but mom thought she was failing me. Anyway, when she got home from work on Christmas Eve, we didn’t any decorations up or anything cause we had to sell or leave a lot of stuff behind when we moved.
“Not going to lie, it was pretty bleak after we finished dinner,” Deeks continued. He stooped and picked up a few spare pine needles, rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger. “But I told mom that I didn’t care, it was still the best Christmas. Which was true in a way. At least there wasn’t any shouting, drinking, or broken dishes for once.”
“Even then as an eleven year old, you were still thinking about other people,” Kensi said, giving him a fond smile. “That’s admirable, Deeks.”
“I don’t know about that,” Deeks disagreed, shrugging off her compliment, like he tended to when it to honest comments about his character. “I just didn’t want to see her sad anymore. You know? She’d earned a break.” He was quiet for a moment and they continued strolling through a path of giant candy canes.
“We decided to go look at Christmas decorations because it was free and would get us out of the house. And somewhere along the way, we found this place. Of course, back then there were just a few trees and deer and the hot chocolate was kind of burnt. I still thought it was pretty great.”
“I bet it was. Thank you for sharing it with me now.” Kensi leaned up to kiss Deeks’ cheek. His story had done more to warm her through than ten cups of hot chocolate ever could.
Deeks led them through to a small gazebo which isolated from the rest of the display by a copse of firs. There were a few benches and more twinkle lights, which gave it a distinctive fairytale feel.
“What about you?” Deeks asked,, bracing his back against one of the inner railings while she looked out at the lights from a distance. “Any Christmas traditions you want to add into the mix?”
Kensi considered his question for a few minutes. At one time, she would have balked at the idea of sharing such a private part of her life. Now though, she wanted to share it all. The problem was, she had relatively few traditions with the fairly nomadic life she’d led.
“When he was home, my dad and I would put all the couch cushions and pillows on the floor, make hot chocolate, and watch movies while roasting marshmallows in the fireplace,” she told him.
“Every year, we’d pick out a new movie to watch, but we’d always make sure that Holiday Inn, White Christmas, and It’s A Wonderful Life we’re on the playlist.”
“So that explains why we have a box set of holiday classics,” Deeks teased, but she shrugged, running her fingers along the smooth white paint on the railing. Of course Deeks picked up on her hesitance. “I take it that’s kind of a painful memory, without your dad.”
“It used to be,” she agree softly. “Actually, the last time I had a Christmas movie night was with Jack when we first started dating. We never got around to a second time with everything that happened.”
“Oh.” Sighing, Deeks shook his hair back, and nodded in apparent acceptance. “I get it and we absolutely do not have to talk about it anymore. I mean, I’ve barely admitted that my mother exists.”
Ignoring his attempt to change the subject, Kensi slid closer, turning so they were face-to-face.
“Deeks, that’s not what I’m asking. It was incredibly painful at the time and I let those feelings rule me for far too long. I’m ready to move on, to make new memories, recreate old traditions, with you.” She stretched up and brushed her lips to his.
“That sounds like an excellent idea,” Deeks murmured, drawing her closer. Under the twinkle of the lights and with the slight chill in the air, they kissed, in a magical world of their own.
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Surfing Lessons
A/N: To continue a long-standing tradition, Kirkin returns. This ignores his death last season.
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The sun was shining, the waves were huge, and Kensi was by his side. Pretty much a perfect day, as far as Deeks was concerned. He caught another wave, feeling a rush of adrenaline as the water surrounded him.
When he came out the other end, shaking water out his hair and grinning, Kensi whistled. She paddled over, stopping when she was parallel with his board, and straddled hers. A couple years ago, she’d decided to get her own board instead of renting one whenever they surfed together. Deeks had been as giddy as a kid on Christmas helping her pick the perfect one.
“That was awesome,” Kensi said, leaning over precariously to kiss him. Her lips were wet and cold.
“Thanks. You want to grab a few more?” he asked, automatically steadying her board when she leaned back.
“Eh, I’m getting a little cold.” Kensi made a face. “And I’m not sure how much more my legs can take.”
“Got it. Although I’m pretty sure I could warm you up.” He wiggled his eyebrows lasciviously and Kensi snorted.
“Maybe later.” She stole another kiss, scooting onto her stomach. “C’mon, let’s go.”
They paddled back to the shore together, racing each other once they were back on solid ground. Kensi giggled as she pushed Deeks to get ahead and then ended up tripping over her cord.
“Cheater,” Deeks accused, even as he laughed. He stuck both their boards in the sand and grabbed his towel from the blanket they’d spread out that morning, running it over his hair. Kensi already had her wetsuit off and was drying off.
He unzipped his own wetsuit and started peeling it off. Letting it hand at his waist, he dried off his upper chest.
“Hey, you want anything from the food truck? I’m feeling like a milkshake and burger.”
“I could go for a milkshake,” Kensi agreed. “Ooh, and maybe some cheese fries.”
“Anything for my Ladybird,” Deeks agreed, shucking off the rest of his suit.
“Oh, if only I had your metabolism,” a drawling voice said from behind them. They both froze and Deeks tilted his head, giving Kensi an incredulous look. It couldn’t be.
He slowly turned to find Anatoli Kirkin’s grinning face behind him.
“Marty,” he said, tipping his chin down with a mischievous expression.
“Kirkin, what are you doing here?” Deeks placed a hand on his hip, letting his annoyance show. “Are you stalking me?”
“Of course not!”
“So you just happened to end up on the same beach as us on a random Saturday,” Kensi said skeptically.
“Kensi, don’t be so suspicious,” Kirkin advised. He spread his arms wide, innocently. “I too enjoy the sand and warm weather.”
Deeks scrutinized him with pursed lips, highly doubting that. Kirkin was sweating slightly and his nose had a red tinge.
“Right, in a three piece suit,” Deeks drawled. Though the thought of seeing him in anything less brought back unpleasant memories.
“Martin, your disbelief pains me,” Kirkin said, affecting a long-suffering sigh as he pressed his hand over his heart. “I was walking along the beach and saw you two on your boards. I felt compelled to stop to say hello to my dear friends.”
“Eh, I say friends is pushing it a little.” Kirkin ignored his comment, taking a few steps closer.
“You’re quite a striking figure. Even from a distance, I could see your strength and agility as you moved through the water.” His gaze drifted over Deeks’ chest, reminding him that he was just wearing board shorts.
“Alright, that’s, uh, awkward,” he muttered.
“Hey, quit ogling my husband, Kirkin,” Kensi snapped and he had the good grace to look embarrassed.
“My apologies, I was overcome,” he said. Kensi rolled her eyes, tossing Deeks a t-shirt. He saw Kirkin’s expression fall as he pulled it over his head.
Ruffling his hair back into place, Deeks crossed his arms and regarded Kirkin sternly.
“What do you really want, Kirkin?”
“Nothing,” he insisted. “Just to talk. Although I was thinking perhaps you could give me some lessons.”
“Lessons in…”
“Surfing.”
“You want Deeks to give you surfing lessons?” Kensi repeated, chuckling.
“Clearly he’s an excellent teacher,” Kirkin explained reasonably, gesturing to Kensi. “I can tell you truly care about the sport and I’m in need of a new hobby.”
“Uh, well, I don’t usually give lessons,” Deeks started to say. He was a little thrown off-guard, not entirely sure if Kirkin was being serious. Taking advantage of his indecision, Kirkin closed the small gab between them.
“Don’t you want to pass your skills and expertise on to others? I know with your strength, these muscles-” he sighed, resting his hand on Deeks’ bicep. “I know you could whip me into shape in no time.”
“Alright, there will be no whipping of anything or anyone involved,” Kensi interrupted firmly, stepping between them as Kirkin’s touch turned into more of a caress. “Now take your hand off Deeks before I remove it for you.”
Kirkin’s hand dropped with surprising speed and he shifted away from Kensi’s glare, though not as far as Deeks would have expected.
“Sorry Kirkin, but I’m going to have to pass on the lessons.” Deeks grabbed Kensi’s hand, pulling her into his side. He totally wasn’t using her as a shield at all. “We have milkshakes and cheese fries to get.”
“Marty, please reconsider,” Kirkin said, reaching out with a touch of desperation now.
“Not a chance,” Deeks told him dryly, turning to walk away with Kensi.
“Maaarty!” Kirkin cried out. “It would be like old times. Remember the bathhouse.”
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Like A Fairytale
A/N: Kensi and Deeks enjoy some alone time on Christmas. Some adult content.
Merry Christmas!
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Kensi sighed as Deeks pulled his truck in front of a small cabin, decked out with small twinkle lights and a few decorations. With a dusting of fresh snow on the roof, it looked very close to a real gingerbread house. It wasn’t as close to the resort and attractions since it was a privately owned house, but it meant they could stay for a week for the same price as renting a cabin directly.
“I forgot how beautiful it is here,” she said, turning in time to see Deeks’ smile. Over the last few years, they hadn’t made it up to Mammoth at all. It was especially welcome after all the stress and disappointment of last year.
“It is pretty perfect,” Deeks agreed. “Come on, let’s go in. There’s a hot tub calling my name.”
He took her hand as they walked along the salted path to the front door, which bore a holly and fir tree wreath. Deeks punched in the the security code, toting their bags in as they walked into a small entryway.
While Deeks went to grab another load from the truck, she explored the rest of the house. In the den, she found a small tree decorated with silver and blue icicle ornaments and garland and a collection of blankets, books, and games in baskets next to a fireplace.
Kensi was sure they’d make good use of the fire, but didn’t know if they’d get around to enjoying the games or books. It was a nice gesture though.
Grabbing the small cooler they’d brought with, Kensi moved on to the kitchen. Like most of the rooms, it was small, but nicely furnished. On the table, there was a gift basket filled with fruit, cheese, and chocolate, along with a note that read,
Merry Christmas Kensi and Marty,
We provided a complimentary fruit basket, champagne, and dinner to get your vacation off to a good start.
We hope you enjoy your stay and the holidays.
The Wegmans
There appeared to be an entire chicken dinner, with rolls and dessert included in the fridge and a few meals worth of sandwich fixings. Grabbing a salted chocolate caramel from the basket, Kensi wandered back out to the front of the house.
Deeks was bent in front of the fireplace, his hair flopping into his as he concentrated on lighting a pile of kindling. She was overwhelmed by a rush of affection for him and spent a minutes just watching him work. It had been so long since she’d taken the time to appreciate the way he moved, the gentle strength of his hands.
When he had a nice little fire going, Kensi crept up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist as he rose.
“Hey.” He pulled her into his side, kissing her temple with a sigh.
“Hi. The owners left us dinner and other treats,” she told him.
“Oh, yeah, I might have mentioned that we haven’t been on a real vacation in a few years when I made the reservations,” Deeks said with a shrug. “And several reviewers mentioned that the Wegmans always go above and beyond to make sure their renters have a pleasant experience.”
“You really did think of everything, didn’t you?”
“I tried. Is it too much?”
Kensi was vaguely astounded that he’d think she might have a problem with him creating an extremely romantic getaway. Rising up in her toes, she kissed him softly, lingering to show her appreciation.
“It’s perfect,” she said, threading her fingers through his hair. “Thank you, Baby.” Deeks sighed, leaning into her touch, closing his eyes briefly.
“So, you wanna break into that dinner?” he suggested, dropping his linked hands to her lower back.
“Dinner can wait,” Kensi decided, drawing his lips back to hers. She sank to the floor, drawing Deeks with her and sighed when his lips found her neck.
***
Deeks’ skin was soft beneath Kensi’s fingers as she ran them down his back and across his stomach. He shivered, making a pleasant sound, but didn’t move from his spot a few inches from the fire. Kensi was nicely warm tucked into his side.
“So much for the hot tub,” he said, flashing her half a smile. The rest of his face was smashed into the floor rug.
“Are you complaining?” Kensi asked, pretty sure of his answer. As far as she was concerned, they’d just spent a very enjoyable hour together.
“No, definitely not,” Deeks assured her quickly. “I’m just going to have some rug burn in uncomfortable places.” He lifted his head and let his gaze run over her. “But totally worth it,” he added, his voice dropping to a low, almost gravely tone that sent a rush of heat through her at the memory of their very recent activities.
Palming her hip, Deeks gently squeezed and rolled her onto her back, sliding over her. She welcomed the heavy weight of his body pressed against hers. He started to prop himself up on his forearms, but Kensi hooked her leg around his waist, keeping him in place.
Kensi arched into him as Deeks kissed her neck, smoothing her hands down his back. When she reached his butt, she rolled her hips and squeezed him. Deeks broke his patter of kisses with a gasp, letting out a breathy chuckle.
“Oh god,” he sighed. “At this rate, we’re going to starve.”
“Completely worth it,” Kensi decided, grinning against his mouth as she kissed him.
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A/N: No, I don’t think a rental house would have a functioning wood-burning fireplace, but it’s a little more romantic.
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Fun and Games
For today’s prompt: Kensi or Deeks teaching the other a new skill. Takes place between seasons 3-4.
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“Ok, take a step back,” Kensi guided Deeks, watching from behind as he stood about twenty feet back from a small target. Although his knife skills were fairly proficient, she’d agreed to help him with his accuracy.
Several holes littered the outer rings of the targets, but he’s yet to hit a bullseye.
“Like this?” He shifted his stance, canting one hip and Kensi rolled her eyes. They’d been at it for half an hour and he still didn’t have quite the right position.
“This isn’t a runway, Deeks,” she sighed. He grinned back at her, readjusting again.
“Just stop.” Completely fed up, Kensi stalked towards him. She grabbed his hips, maneuvering his hips into the appropriate position. Then she slid her hand down his thigh and nudged it back few inches. “You’re too tense.”
“Sorry,” he murmured. His voice was soft, a little hoarse. Suddenly she was acutely aware of her hands on Deeks’ body. She froze, one hand cupping his outer thigh and the other on his elbow. “Kens?”
Kensi jerked away, rubbing her hands on her jeans like it could wipe away the feeling of his warm body.
“It’s ok, you can continue fondling me,” Deeks offered, looking over his shoulder at her. He gave her a playful wink. “I don’t mind.”
“Yeah, right,” she huffed, like it did affect her at all. Ignoring the voice that insisted this was a terrible, terrible idea, Kensi stubbornly placed her hands in their previous spots. Deeks made a sound of surprise, which was all the encouragement she needed.
If Deeks was thrown off balance, then she was on the right track. Ignoring the pleasant sensation she felt at holding his bicep, she moved his leg again. This time Deeks didn’t make any comments, but he did shift back just enough that she could feel the warmth of his back emanating against her chest.
Although he wasn’t facing her, she could see the his left cheek pulled up in a grin. Jerk. Well, she could easily play this game and win.
“Your arm’s too high,” Kensi told him, casually sliding her fingers up his bicep and then back down again under the guise of moving his arm. “There, much better.”
Deeks deliberately pressed into her, the entire length of his body brushing hers, and Kensi hastily suppressed a gasp at the overwhelming closeness. Her gaze focused on the patch of skin visible between his shirt and hair. If she wanted to, she could easily kiss the spot. She wouldn’t even have to reach that much.
Pulling her gaze away, Kensi cleared her throat as her cheeks burned. She was infinitely glad that Deeks couldn’t see her right now.
“Um. Now line the knife up with the target and throw straight, not across your body.”
“So we’re going to ignore this whole thing?” he asked, his voice a little lower that normal, but otherwise apparently unaffected.
“Just throw the damn knife, Deeks,” Kensi bit out. With the way she was supporting him, she could feel every breath he took. It was completely distracting and maddening.
“Mmkay.” He balanced the blade of the knife between his thumb and forefinger and breathed quickly before flinging it exactly as Kensi had instructed. It landed just right of dead center. “Oh, and he scores!” Deeks drawled, turning to face Kensi with a delighted grin.
“Eh, not quite.”
“Oh c’mon,” he protested, gesturing to the target. “It’s practically a bullseye. You can’t tell me you’re not impressed with that.”
“Fine, I’m impressed that you weren’t as terrible as I expected,” Kensi allowed. Truthfully, she was surprised, but he didn’t need to know that.
“You know what, I’ll take it.”
“Do you want to do it again?” Deeks grinned at her question, one corner lifting higher than the other.
“What, the cuddling or knife throwing?” he teased.
“You keep this up and we’re going to find out how accurate my target skills are,” Kensi threatened.
“Ooh, so cruel.” He started towards the target, adding, “Just so you know, the offer still stands whenever you’re feeling a little Deeks deprived.”
Kensi scoffed and told herself she most definitely was not staring at his butt as he walked away.
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A/N: For today’s prompt. I was thinking back to the stories I was righting this time last year and I recalled FLETC. So, we’re returning to my glorious make believe version.
If you’ll recall, Alan was a particularly unpleasant candidate who got off to a bad start with Deeks.
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Kensi wandered the hall outside the commencement auditorium, examining the pictures and various awards that lined the walls while she waited for Deeks to finish getting ready. He was supposed to dress, meet with the director of graduation, and then meet her here.
Not too much had changed since she’d attended FLETC, but there were definitely more portraits of new agents and graduates who excelled.
She’d already passed by the section with Deeks’ picture twice, trying to be subtle about her fawning. In the image, he wore a suit, hair neat and oddly short, but a twinkle in his eye that made Kensi want to smile. A small silver plaque at the bottom designated Deeks as the current Honor Graduate.
Bending closer, she turned her attention to the other honored graduates. Among them were a young woman named Abigail and a man named Charlie, who Kensi recognized from Deeks’ stories.
“Pretty impressive, huh?” Someone said from just behind Kensi. She turned slowly, raising her eyebrows at the man who leaned even closer.
“It is,” she said neutrally. He was dressed in academy approved attire, hair perfectly combed. He gave Kensi a knowing look.
“Well, FLETC only accepts the best,” he said without a hint of modesty. “I’m Alan, by the way.”
“Kensi.” She shook his offered hand quickly, wondering if he was the same Alan Deeks had mentioned a few times.
“It’s nice to meet you. I could show you around if you want,” he offered. “I know quite a bit about FLETC’s history. I might be able to get you into some of the private buildings.” He winked at her and Kensi pressed her lips together to hold back a smirk.
She highly doubted he had any special access to the structures outside of the main living faculties and classrooms.
“That’s really kind of you, but I’m waiting for someone,” Kensi declined politely.
“Oh come on, I insist.” She saw Alan’s eyes travel down from the top of her fairly modest blue dress, which had just a hint of a “V” and stopped just short of her knees. She’d kept her hair in loose curls with Deeks in mind. “They won’t be ready for the audience to enter for a while.”
“Don’t you need to attend the rehearsal?” Hiding her irritation, Kensi glanced towards the closed door down the hall. “I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.”
He chuckled dismissively, rolling his eyes.
“I don’t need to spend and hour practicing walking up and down an aisle,” he said, his arrogance setting off a nerve.
As much as Deeks hated rules and unnecessary pomp and circumstance, she knew he’d followed part leading up to graduation to the letter. He wasn’t about to mess up his hard work for anything.
“I’m pretty sure I read it was mandatory,” Kensi mentioned, losing some of her subtlety. Actually, she new for a fact that failure to fulfill any of the requirements could result in dismissal. Which was usually enough to strike fear in the hearts of most candidates.
“Wow, you really tow the line don’t you?” he said, seeming to find it amusing. “How do you know so much about FLETC?”
“I was a candidate here about 15 years ago.” His eyes lit up at that and he placed a hand on the wall next to Kensi, leaning in towards her. It created an unwanted intimacy that had her shifting back a few inches.
“Wow, so not only gorgeous, but talented too,” he observed, eyed lighting up. “You think you could kick my ass?”
“I’d certainly give it a concerted effort,” Kensi said pleasantly.
“Then it’s a date.”
“Alan, are you hitting on my wife?”
With Alan blocking her view, she’d missed Deeks’ arrival. Alan froze, expression shifting to one of dismay as he looked at Kensi and then turned towards Deeks, and back again.
“You’re married?” he managed in a strangled voice. Kensi nodded, stepping past him to join Deeks. He reached for her hand, raising it to his lips.
“Two years,” Deeks confirmed cheerfully.
“Look, I didn’t know, man.” Alan chuckled nervously and Kensi had to wonder what kind of reputation Deeks had developed to inspire such a response.
“I can see that. Based on the sound of it, you weren’t doing so great anyway.”
Alan’s face flushed to the roots of his dark hair, eyes darkening and the last of his charm dissipating.
“Screw you, Deeks,” he ground out, brushing past them. He glared at Kensi as he passed, seeming to include her in his disgruntlement.
“Always nice talking to you, Al,” Deeks called after him. “And for the record, she can totally kick your ass.”
“Deeks,” Kensi hushed, even as she laughed a little. “That was mean.”
“Eh, he’s kind of a jerk.” Deeks shrugged, looking unconcerned. “He’s actually much better than when he first got here.”
“Now that I find hard to be life,” she said, smoothing her hands down his arms. “You look wonderful by the way.” Reaching up, she rearranged one of his curls so it didn’t hang over his eye. “Perfect.”
“Thank you,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her. Kensi patted his arms again, pulling in a deep breath.
“Now go make me proud, Agent Deeks.”
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