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blackcat2907 · 2 years ago

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Confirm Kill

Chapter Three: Questions

Word Count: 1,228

Chapter One, Chapter Two

Trigger Warnings: hospitals, IV mention, death mentioned, mentions of a dead body, minor swearing

"Neil!" Halo screamed, bolting up. Her eyes were wide with panic. Where was she? Nothing looked familiar. "No, Neil! Please!" she screamed, tugging at the IV in her arm. She flinched when someone grabbed her arms and gently laid her back. She wanted Neil. She wanted her pilot.

"I know," Halo recognized Maverick's voice. Did she say that out loud? "I know you miss him, Callie. I know exactly how you feel, but right now, I need you to calm down." Halo stared at Maverick, tears welling in her eyes.

"Why did it have to be him?" she sobbed. "He didn't deserve it." Maverick's heart broke and he moved closer and wrapped his arms around her. Halo leaned into Maverick hugging him back. "It's not fair."

Maverick and Halo fell into a comfortable silence. The only sounds heard were Halo's cries, the steady beeping of the medical equipment, and moving air from the vents in the hospital room. Maverick didn't know how long they stayed like that, but he didn't care. Anger blossomed in his chest. Someone had targeted his pilots–his family or ducklings as Hondo called them. No one went after his friends and family without serious consequences.

"How long…how long have I been out, Sir?" Halo asked, voice raw from screaming and crying. She tried to straighten up, now fully realizing Maverick, her superior officer, was there.

"Cut the sir bullshit, Halo. You've been out for about twenty-four hours," Maverick informed her. "We have people investigating Omaha's death. We will find who did this," he promised.

"Thank you, Si–Maverick," Halo nodded, relaxing and shifting in the hospital bed to get more comfortable. "When will I be able to leave?"

"Soon. I'm working on the discharge papers," Maverick smiled at her. "Umm, since you're awake, there are some people who want to ask you a few questions. Is that okay?" He looked at her with concern. "You don't have to right now, but you will have to answer them eventually."

Halo was quiet for a few minutes, taking deep breaths. "Yes, it's okay…it's okay, Mav!" she said again after noticing Maverick's concern deepened. "Please, it's better to get it over with. I…I need to do this now."

Her determination made Maverick smile. "Alright. Do you want me here with you when they come in?" Halo firmly nodded, her brows furrowing. You got it." Maverick got up from the bedside chair and opened the door. "You two can come in now. She's ready."

Halo narrowed her eyes at the two figures who came in. One was a blond male with a goofy grin. He reminded her of a human golden retriever. The other was a female with dark brown hair and a soft smile. She reminded Halo of a cat. "Hi," she said warily.

"Hey, I'm Special Agent Marty Deeks, and this is Special Agent Kensi Blye," Deeks smiled, introducing them to Halo. His smile seemed to light up the room. Halo decided she liked him��platonically of course.

"We are with NCIS," Kensi explained, stepping forward. "We just have to ask a few basic questions. You found the Lieutenant's body, correct?"

Halo thickly swallowed, Omaha's body still fresh in her mind. "Yes, I did."

"Did you know of anyone who would want to kill him or wanted him dead?" Deeks asked in a softer tone, sending Kensi a quick glare.

"Not that I can recall," Halo shrugged. "He was my pilot. The enemy definitely wanted us dead, but no, nobody wanted him dead. Sure, a few people here and there like to pick fights and joke around, but it's all harmless."

"Do you know where he was last before he died?" Deeks waited for Halo to compose herself. All of these questions hurt her more than she anticipated.

"He…he said he would get coffee and some treats from the cafe by his apartment. Sweet Delights is the name, I believe." Halo squeezed Maverick's hand, glancing up at him with teary eyes.

"Alright, one last question then we will be out of your hair," Deeks assured with a smile. "Did you know of anything valuable he had that someone might have wanted?"

"No?" The confusion evident in her voice. "Not unless military grade clothing and sheets are valuable," Halo joked, a smile creeping onto her face. "Sure he had some heirlooms, but he kept them in a safe in his childhood home. The only thing of value he had was the information he was told," she nervously glanced up at Maverick, "but that information was never made public. No one outside of Top Gun knows the information w–he had."

Deeks and Kensi shared a knowing look. "Well, that will be all. Thank you so much for your time, Lieutenant Bassett. Captain Mitchell," Kensi smiled, glancing at Deeks who froze, "it's been an honor."

"Wait, you're Maverick!?" Deeks shrieked, jaw dropping. Halo and Maverick laughed at Deeks. "The Maverick? Oh my gosh, it's really you."

"Deeks, stop embarrassing yourself." Kensi shook her head, sending Maverick an apologetic look. "You were going to meet him eventually."

"Yes, I am Captain Pete Maverick Mitchell," Maverick shook Deeks' hand. "I take it you're a fan?" he smirked, eyes filled with mischief. "Not everyday you're in a room with the best pilot in the Navy?"

"Admiral Kazanksy?" Halo innocently asked, batting her eyes.

Maverick glared at her while Kensi laughed. "She must have hit her head. It's obviously me," he retorted. "Deeks agrees with me, right?"

"Oh, umm, yeah, yeah, definitely," Deeks stumbled over his words, still in shock he was meeting Maverick.

"I rest my case," Maverick let go of Deeks' hand, smirking at Halo who flipped him off. "Careful, I could get you in trouble for that," he chidded with no intent to follow through.

"But you won't," Halo cheekily grinned. "You love us too much."

"I do, dammit." He turned back to the NCIS agents. "Cyclone should have sent out a memo for the rest of us to meet you at base. I just have to help Halo here and then I will answer any questions you have." He winked at Deeks. "And I mean any question."

"Have a good day, Captain," Kensi sighed, dragging Deeks out with her. Sometimes her partner was too much, but that's what she loved about him.

"Bye!" Maverick waved after them. Soon a nurse came in and explained that Halo was fine and Maverick did the discharge paperwork.

"I am so sorry, Maverick. You shouldn't have had to do this," Halo murmured, looking down at her hands. "If I had been stronger, I wouldn't have–"

"–That's enough," Maverick cut her off, eyes hardening. "This is not your fault, Callie. It's the bastard who killed Neil. Anyone who was in your position would have acted the same way. It's not your fault."

"I–"

"I wasn't finished. You are a strong woman and an even better WSO. Don't let anyone tell you you are weaker than them. I am sorry this happened. I want that bastard to pay as much as you," Maverick spoke, keeping eyes locked with Halo. "Do you want to come to base or go home? I will drive you wherever you want to go."

"Mav, you don't have to do that," Halo whispered, tears welling in her eyes.

"I want to. Now, where do you want to go?" Maverick asked again with a soft, reassuring smile.

Halo sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck. "Can we get some lunch and then go to base?"

Maverick's smile grew wider. "Of course."

Maverick: I am the best pilot!

Halo: Are you sure about that? Cause, I thought that was Ice.

Ice: I am so proud of my child.

Maverick: Hey!

Omaha: *dies*

Goose: Welcome home, godson.

Omaha: Godson?What the hell?

Goose: I am automatically the godfather to any of Mav's children.

Omaha: I don't even want to know.

Deeks: KENSI! IT WAS HIM! HE SHOOK MY HAND!

Kensi: Yes, Deeks, I know.

Deeks: I am never washing this hand again.

Kensi: Yes, you will, Deeks.

Deeks:

Kensi:

Deeks: Yes, I will.

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glenncoco4 · 4 years ago

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You Can Count On Me

A/N: Chapter 8

••••

Marty Deeks has been patient his entire life, whether that be waiting until Christmas morning to open presents or until a new Donnie & Marie album was released, but when it comes to one Kensi Marie Blye becoming his fiancé, he’s anything but. So he’s not at all deterred when he steps into the small antique shop in search of a ring. Her ring, without getting a yes first.

No, she hasn’t said yes to his proposal yet, but she did confess that she wanted everything with him. So even if it’s not a yes right now, it will be eventually and he wants to be ready.

Now here he is at the fourth store today, considering how large Los Angeles is and the amount of people, he thought it’d be easier than this. As he examines the display of unique and elegant jewelry, he begins to lose hope once again, nothing catching his eye.

The shaggy blonde’s attention is suddenly pulled away from his perusal when he looks over to the man behind the counter and the older lady that’s holding out something to him. He’s only a few feet away but the delicate features of the solitaire diamond ring scream out to him.

The older black woman feels the shaggy blonde’s stare, she turns, studying his face as his focus continues to stay on the ring in her hand. There’s one thing she’s learned in her 70 years of life and that’s the look of a man in love, but not just any love, a love that’s all consuming.

He’s pulled out of his trance, realizing that the two have stopped their conversation completely and the woman’s gaze is now on him. “I don’t mean to stare its just...”

“No need to apologize, I recognize that look on your face. Reminds me of my Henry.”

He flashes her sad smile, knowing just by the reverence in her voice that she’s talking about him in the past tense. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. He was my first love...my only love. Some people don’t get that in life, we were lucky.”

“I know what you mean.”

Something in the way he drifts off for a minute with a dreamy gaze makes her consider her ring and the love she hopes it will be a part of again. “Tell me your story.”

Never missing the chance to talk about his girl, Deeks feels his lips pull into an automatic smile. “I met Kensi when I was 11 years old. My mom and I were in a bad situation at home and her family took us in. That first night we were there I had a flashback of sorts, as I was sitting there paralyzed in fear, she wrapped her arms around me and some part of me knew that I was finally home.” Shaking his head, he thinks about how easy it is for him to tell this woman with deep brown eyes full of understanding how much his best friend means to him. “I know its crazy, she was 8 years old, I was 11, but it made sense in my mind. Growing up we were inseparable, still are. We experienced so many life changing moments together and apart, but no matter what we were there for the other. She’s my person...the person I go to for everything, no matter how big or small it may be. I’ve always felt like I’m my most true and authentic self around her and she around me. We’re just synced. A few weeks ago we finally realized what everyone else around us saw from the start, we’re in love. It’s been 20 years and she still makes me feel like that safe little 11 year old boy. I didn’t see any point in waiting any longer, so I proposed to her a few days ago.”

The older woman takes a look around the store, expecting to see the young woman since he’s already proposed, she’d imagine they’d want to pick out the ring together. “Where is she?”

He feels the heat rise to his cheeks, a little embarrassed. “Well, she hasn’t said yes yet. My Kensi’s a thinker, she likes to look at a situation from all views.”

“But you’re still looking for a ring?”

“Yeah, because I know that she’ll be ready one day and when that day comes I want to give her something special with meaning behind it. I’ve been looking everywhere for the perfect ring and I was losing all hope until-“

“You saw mine.”

He smiles hopefully as she finishes his sentence. “Yes, ma’am.”

Without hesitation, she extends the delicate piece of jewelry towards him.

He hesitantly reaches for it, looking to her for confirmation. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. This ring deserves to continue being a representation of our kind of love. It represented mine and Henry’s for 50 years and now its for you and Kensi.”

“It’s so beautiful, I’m sure you could get so much more for it than what I have.”

“How much do you have, son?”

“Four thousand.”

It’s not about the money for her really and that’s when the idea strikes her. “I think we can make that work, but on one condition.”

It takes everything in him not to wrap the woman up in a bear hug. “Anything.”

“You let me meet this woman of yours.”

Nodding his head, he can’t agree fast enough. He thinks about his love and how sentimental she is, especially when it comes to their relationship. She’ll definitely want to meet that’s given them something so special. “I’d like that...we both would.”

••••

The next day at work its as if the universe is helping him out when the death of a marine who had suddenly come into a lot of money lands on their front door step. Of course its tragic but the shaggy blonde can’t help smile at the opportunity this case is bringing him.

Once the two pair of partners return from their respective assignments they gather in the bullpen, trying to figure out the different angels that could’ve resulted in the marine’s untimely demise.

“Maybe he was here to spend it.” Kensi speaks up, snowballing off of Callen’s statement about leaving behind a paper trail.

Sam’s eyebrows raise, nodding his head at the strong possibility that she may be right. “Corporal Peterson said he was thinking about getting married.”

“An engagement ring from Tiffany’s?” Deeks questions, knowing Corporal Porter had a serious girlfriend and it would be logical he’d be hunting for a spectacular ring now that money wasn’t really an issue.

The brunette locks eyes with her partner, flashing him a small grin. “You have no idea what that little blue box means to a girl.”

He smirks, thinking about the small delicate ring that’s in the black satin bag tucked in his wallet between a photo of them and Marg’s information. One of the main reasons he went in search at an antique shop is because he remembers the gaudy diamond ring Jack had proposed to her with and how it screamed the opposite of what his best friend was. That should’ve set off warning bells from the get go, because if there’s one thing Kensi Blye is not, its flashy. His girl isn’t one for bling and he knows the story behind the ring he bought will mean more to her than any content of a little blue box could. “Oh, but I do.”

••••

She’s been feeling him stare at her on and off all day...well more than usual. It’s when they’re walking towards the home goods store to question Porter’s girlfriend that she’s finally it. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

His brow furrows at her accusatory tone, shrugging his shoulders. “What, a guy can’t look at his fiancée?”

“I didn’t say yes.”

“Didn’t you?” He smirks, knowing good and well that they’re as good as engaged.

She shakes her head. He’s right, but there’s no reason for her to voice that, not that there’s really time to before they’re already at the front of the store.

As her partner goes off to distract Diane’s manager, Kensi’s able to question the blonde without interruption. It’s when the young woman talks about she and Porter picking out rings that she suddenly feels a strange kinship with her.

When Jack had proposed to her all those years ago she hadn’t really thought about how gaudy and so unlike her that the ring truly was. It wasn’t until he was off in Afghanistan that she would catch herself staring at the large diamond thinking that it didn’t belong there. Everything was different with him, she realizes that now that her rose colored glasses are off.

She’s been having these moments ever since Marty proposed, finding herself imagining what kind of ring he’d give her. He loves her like no other, he knows she’s not into blingy things. It makes her smile when she remembers all the times he’s seen women with large diamond rings and spouting off something about someone overcompensating. She’d laugh and that would make him laugh, and in turn they’d get stares from strangers making them laugh even harder. Never in her life has someone made her laugh the way Marty Deeks has.

Kensi’s focus goes back to the woman standing in front of her, against her own will the image of their roles reversed comes to the forefront of her mind. What if it was Marty that had been killed? The answer brings a gut wrenching ache over her.

••••

The jewelry store op had been a bust. As soon as the man behind the counter got a glimpse of Kensi’s bracelet the air shifted and they were immediately asked to leave. It may have not turned out like they planned but Deeks can’t help but love the fact he and his partner got to deceive their coworkers once again by “posing” as a couple. Kensi didn’t seem too keen on showing affection however, especially when Sam and Callen were just outside. He wasn’t the least bit surprised when the sharp point of her heel lands directly into the top of his foot.

So now here they sit in the bullpen, in silence, trying to figure out the team’s next move. He took over Callen’s chair so they could work more closely but neither have come up with any links to their victim in the myriad of old case files piled on each desk.

The shaggy blonde takes a look next to him, smiling at the pout that’s displayed on his girlfriend’s face. She hasn’t spoken a word in the past 30 minutes which is kind of worrisome. Afraid that he pushed to far by calling her his fiancée, he speaks up in hopes that she’ll respond. “Are you mad at me?”

“Dogs go mad. People...people get angry.”

The spark in her mismatched orbs makes him want to forget this nonsense and kiss her right then and there, but he quickly remembers the terms of their bet and knowing Callen isn’t anywhere around, he continues this little charade...for now. “Is this about the jewelry store? Listen, I was just trying to sell the fact that we were a couple.”

“Yeah, whatever. Like anybody would believe that we’re a couple.”

He has to hold back a laugh at her words because ever since middle school that’s all people thought they were. “You’re right. You are so not my type.”

••••

It takes longer than any of them anticipated but eventually Porter’s killer is caught. As Hetty congratulates them on a job well done, she hands Kensi a small ring box. The contents of said box are a delicate simple ring much like Diane had described.

She thinks back to the woman and her heart aches for the loss that she’ll never get over. The life that she’ll never get to experience with the man who she loved. She’s drawn out of her thoughts at the distinct laughter of her love filling the room. Looking across to Hetty’s office she watches as he exchanges some verbiage with Sam making Callen laugh and she could swear there’s a hint of a smile on the Operation Manager’s face. It’s then she realizes that she wants to accept Marty’s proposal. Who the hell cares that they’ve only been dating for a few weeks. They’ve known each other their whole lives and she doesn’t ever want to live without him. There’s just one thing she has to do first.

Taking out her phone, she presses call on the newly added number “Diane, hey, Special Agent Kensi Blye, NCIS. I was wondering if I could drop by. I have something that Tom left for you.”

••••

Deeks watched from the passenger seat of the SRX as his partner handed over the small box to Diane. As she pried it open, tears immediately sprang to the woman’s eyes and before either knew it her arms were wrapped around the junior agent in a giant bear hug. It suddenly made him think about what if he were the one that died, leaving Kensi all alone. The thought alone breaks his heart in two.

A few minutes later the pair bid their farewells and part ways. He’s surprised a little at the look in her eyes, its not one of sadness but there’s something else, something he’s not sure how to describe.

The shaggy blonde is so focused on his girlfriend that he doesn’t realize she misses the turn towards his apartment, instead she keeps going for a few minutes until she hits the Santa Monica exit. A few minutes later they’re back in the same spot at the overlook where they were just a week ago.

“What are we doing here?”

She turns towards him, that unrecognizable look still swirling in her mismatched eyes. “Well, I’ve been thinking.”

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ncisla-westaytogether · 4 years ago

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Christmas competition

Densi-mber 2020 - Day 20 prompt: “I’m in desperate need of a hug.”

As the team began to disappear after Christmas dinner, Deeks found the perfect opportunity to have some quiet talk with his wife. He approached slowly to Kensi, who was eating the leftovers of Nell’s casserole, and looked at her with a serious face. They had been distant on the past weeks, aware of the fact that working without a partner, Deeks’ situation with LAPD and Kessler was taking a toll on their relationship. They barely spent time together and were constantly worrying about each other, but after a nice reunion surrounded by their family, they felt like the tension was slowly leaving place for some quality time.

“I’m in desperate need of a hug.” As she rolled her eyes, Deeks knew he had to choose carefully his strategy to come out of the bar alive.

“For the thousandth time, I’m not getting near of that horrific Christmas sweater.” Kensi stated throwing him a glare that meant more than trouble, still he could not stop teasing her.

“I’m your husband and I deserve some love.” Sitting next to her, Deeks began to caress the back of her hand while looking totally innocent at her annoyance.

“Not wearing something that includes a reindeer holding a beer and placing Santa in his spot to pull the sleigh.”

“Not a valid reason to stop hugging me, but if you want me to captivate your heart in this sweater and make it this year’s “Christmas seduction competition” you just had to ask.”

“We have never had a “Christmas seduction competition”, Deeks.” Her exasperation began to feel as a clear indication to stop, but he couldn’t resist the idea of making up to her the rest of the night.

“Well, then I’m sorry to announce that you lost all past competitions, I’m the absolute winner.” Aware of her competitive nature, he knew this was the last straw to attract Kensi.

“First, that’s ridiculous because you can’t be the absolute winner if I was not taking part…”

“Ah, but you were taking part¡”

“…and lastly, if you want to start the New Year with a defeat, it’s your call.” Deeks abandoned his seat as she crossed her arms and stared at him with a sly smile.

“Oh, fake interest and a weak threat, you’re so easy to lure into a bet…”

“I’m not easy to lure into anything and it’s not a bet, it’s a competition¡”

“Whatever, you’re still are going to fall for my Christmas sexiness and charm.”

“You’re delusional if you think that any of those two adjectives can be used to describe you right now.”

“So, you’re up for this, wifey?” Smiling proudly, he looked at her feeling the luckiest man alive.

“Of course, hubby.” As she reached for his arms, Kensi pondered how hard life hit on them these past months, bit still she knew their banter and fake competitions could erase all problems for a night.

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xeunoais · 5 years ago

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I Hate You

(A/N: i know this probably sucks but its been sitting in my drafts for months now and i just wanted something to do with it besides delete it yk?? so anyways i hope you enjoy this little angst & this gif has nothing to do with this but i love kensi and deeks more than i can even explain!!)

Summary: You and Shawn have known each other since high school. And you just recently started dating and are now at a rocky point in your relationship and its only so long before you reach your breaking point. But what’s Shawn going to do when you finally do break and there is no way for him to fix it anymore.

It's only been six months. How does a relationship fall apart in just six months?

Shawn and I have only been dating for six months and it's been a living hell. I think we just weren't meant to be together and rushed into this relationship too fast.

We have been friends since high school so we both just dived straight into the deep end and rushed into this whole thing way too fast. Now its biting me in the ass.

I know that this works for some people but just not us. It's been hard and just last night we started fighting. I had called him over to hangout tonight to see if we can try and work things out or watch a movie or do something that doesn't include fighting.

When he arrived the first ten minutes seemed to go fine until we put in a movie that he suddenly didn't wanna watch.

"Shawn, you picked the movie, how did you change your mind in five seconds?" I asked confused.

"I didn't. all I said was I didn't wanna watch this." He rolled his eyes.

I sighed knowing another fight is coming which I'm not ready for. This is getting so old so fast.

"Do I bore you?" He asked annoyed.

"What? Who said anything about that?" I asked.

"You sighed like you were bored with me! Just admit it Y/n you don't wanna be with me." He glared angrily at me.

"Maybe I don't." I let out even though I didn't mean it. Or at least I thought I didn’t. It sort of just slipped but before I could take it back he said something that may not seem like big deal but it really hurt me. It hurt a lot.

"I hate you." He said. He said it with nothing but anger and hate in his eyes. I couldn't see anything else, not an ounce of regret or pain just hatred.

It's almost as if he meant it, and I think he really did. I had to look away because if I continued to stare at him then my entire heart would just shatter and I'd break down.

I felt the tears building up but I wouldn't let myself cry, not in front of him anyway. As soon as I started to look back at him I heard the door slam shut.

I looked to see that he left without a single word or anything. It caused my heart to ache and finally tears rolled down my cheeks. He meant everything he said and just left me like I mean nothing.

I don't deserve that or the pain he put me in. I don't care how it's done but we need to breakup or something needs to change.

I'm not going to stay with him or in a toxic relationship when I know I deserve better than that.

*Shawn’s POV*

After leaving her apartment I sat in my car debating on whether I should go back in or not. I really shouldn't have walked out like that but all we do is fight and it's just so old.

I love her a lot and want to make things work. I also know that we can't make anything work without trying.

Day by day I feel like this relationship is only growing more and more toxic. Maybe we shouldn't be together and all of this is just a sign telling us to end things.

It's not something I want to do and it definitely makes me hurts me more than I want it to. Soon enough I drowned myself in my own thoughts and fell asleep.

I stood outside her door for a moment and before I started to knock I heard sniffles. My heart completely sank hearing her cry and I opened the door to find her sitting on the couch with her head in her hands.

I made my way over to her and sat down before wrapping her in my arms and holding her tightly. She didn't pull away or hesitate to hug me back and we stayed like that for a while. I let her cry into my chest knowing this is my fault and I'm going to fix it.

I shouldn't have gotten so upset over a movie and left her like that. It was a petty thing for me to do and I regret it. Everything I said to her like ‘I hate you’ makes my heart ache. I never meant that and will never mean it.

I could never hate her even if I wanted to. She's the most important person in my life and I care for her more than I do myself.

"Please don't hate me Shawn." She cried. I slowly pulled her away to make her look me in the eyes. Her wet warty eyes looked into mine and it pained me.

"Never Y/n. I didn't mean what I said to you and I couldn't ever hate you. Okay I..." I paused feeling my heart warm.

"I love you." Her saddened face lit up and she smiled. I haven't told her those three words yet, until now. Now that I've said them I feel amazing and like I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have her be mine.

"I love you too Shawn." She smiled as she cupped my cheeks in her hands and pulled me in for a soft but loving kiss. I happily kissed her back enjoying every second of it.

When we pulled away I hugged her and held her in my arms for however long I could.

"I'm so lucky to have you." I whispered as I ran my fingers through her hair.

A knock at my door made me shoot up from my spot on my couch. I looked around the apartment, looking for Y/n. Then it hit me, I was dreaming.

I got up to answer the door and when I opened it I saw her. She was standing there in her own hoodies, sweats, and a beanie that she stole from Brian when we were in high school.

And in her arms was the box, I scanned over her appearance. She looked so broken. Her eyes puffy, cheeks stained and red from the tears. She was hurting and it was my fault.

“I just came to uhh give you this. I would’ve left it outside your door but I didn’t want it to get taken.” She mumbled before pushing the box of my stuff into my arms.

“Y/n, baby-“ I started but was quickly cut off by her.

“Don’t. Don’t call me that. You don’t have a right to call me that anymore. You hate me remember.” She tried to fight back the tears but at that last sentence she broke.

Before I could even react her back was facing me and she was walking away.

I just fucked up the only thing I had good left in the world and there was nothing I could do about it. I can’t fix this.

The End

(A/N: i know this was short but i still hope you enjoyed this and remember, feedback is highly appreciated!!)

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bluenet13 · 5 years ago

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Marty’s Promise

This story is both a response to this year’s @densi-mber Day 21 writing prompt: Densi spending the day/having dinner with their moms, and a continuation to “Little Drummer Deeks” a story I wrote two years ago for a similar prompt during the first Densimber. I reblogged that story a few days ago in case anyone wants to read it and it’s also on my fanfiction.net page.

“Do you have the salad?” Kensi asked as she awkwardly made the walk from the front door to the car, juggling gifts in one hand, and a bottle of wine in the other.

Deeks just nodded, and then grunted, as said salad almost slipped from his hands.

“Be careful!” Kensi admonished, throwing all her belongings on the trunk, and running to her husband’s aide. “I spent three hours working on that.”

“Kens…” Deeks began slowly. “Most of what’s on this salad, came already prepared on a bag. I wouldn’t say it was hard labor.” He then winced, expecting a punch that never came, instead he felt like a dick, seeing a look of hurt cross Kensi’s eyes.

Walking quickly to the car, Deeks opened the back door for Kensi to set the dish safely inside, along a bottle of scotch Hetty had gifted them and a fruit tart that was his mother’s favorite. “I’m sorry, baby.” Deeks said, moving gingerly towards his wife and embracing her in his arms. “I’m sure the salad is great.”

Kensi still pouted but she smiled after Deeks kissed her lips sweetly. “You know I can’t cook. And our mothers too. So, when they only ask for salad, that’s the least I can do.” She explained.

“Mama offered to teach you a long time ago, but you had never taken her up on that offer.” Deeks said nonchalantly, moving to the passenger side of Kensi’s SUV.

“Deeks, you know I’m not meant for the kitchen. I don’t want to disappoint your mother.” Kensi then closed the door of the car, and the couple was on their way. “Plus, we have you. We don’t need two cooks in the family.”

“We might.” Deeks said with a glint in his eyes. “When we start popping out little baby wolves.”

“Wolves? As in plural?” Kensi asked with a smile on her face. The thought of kids no longer scaring her, just making her heart long even more for that future.

“Maybe?” Deeks replied hopefully. “But I could just do with Deeks family of three if that’s what you want.”

Kensi nodded, glad that they finally stood on common ground on this topic. Her apprehensions still there –about whether they could even have kids, or what type of parents they would be if or rather when it happened– but her excitement about that prospect now more powerful than her fears.

“Time to change the subject.” Kensi directed as she parked in front of Roberta’s house.

Deeks’ sure nod echoing her sentiment. “We don’t want our unborn kids to take over dinner.” He laughed, making Kensi giggle as well, remembering how their mothers got every time the topic of kids was touched on.

Sharing a quick kiss, Kensi and Deeks got to work, figuring out the best way to carry all the things into the house in just one trip. Their hands yearning to be held together, but the countless items they had brought making that impossible at the moment.

-x-x-x-

Ringing the bell, Kensi and Deeks were welcomed by an overly excited Roberta, a glass of wine already in one hand, explaining her glee. “Welcome, Martin, Kensi. Merry Christmas.” She greeted cheerfully, her other hand moving to position a Santa hat over Deeks’ blonde locks.

Fighting his urge to roll his eyes, Deeks remembered that it was Christmas Eve, and everyone was alive and well, which in their line of work, was never a guarantee, so there was no reason not to be his happiest self tonight. “Merry Christmas, mama.”

“Merry Christmas.” Kensi echoed her husband, setting everything down on a table, and embracing her mother-in-law in a quick hug. “Salad, wine, fruit tart and a Scotch that Hetty gave us for tonight.” She explained, pointing to each item, as Deeks moved their gifts to the Christmas tree.

The next few minutes were spent enjoying small talk until the bell rang again marking that the latest member of their little family had arrived.

“Julia!” Bertie shrieked as soon as she opened the door, pushing a recently filled glass of wine into the other mom’s hand. “So glad you could make it.”

“Thank you for holding this dinner.” Julia said, as she took a sip of her drink. “Much better than breakfast the last two years.” She added, remembering the last two Christmases and how the family had opted for brunch outside instead of a home-cooked family dinner. This one being especially important and deserving of a change as it was the first Holiday since they had all become a real family, bound by law and marriage, and not only feelings.

Making her way inside, Julia greeted her daughter and son-in-law, exchanging kisses and hugs, before walking to the kitchen to set down a vegetable casserole, a ham and a Christmas pudding that was her daughter’s favorite.

-x-x-x-

For the next hour, they enjoyed a delicious dinner, and a lot of cheerful talk, as they all relished being together on this day. When most of the food was consumed, leftovers packed, and the kitchen cleaned, the gathering moved to the living room, all of them too full for dessert at this time.

The family then exchanged gifts since they wanted to enjoy a more private moment, as Christmas dinner the following day would involve the whole team and their families.

When all gifts had seemingly exchanged owners, Deeks got up and grabbed two small bags that had been hidden behind a table. He then gave one of the bags to his mother, a nervous smile on his face.

Opening the gift, Roberta was confused as a lone pen drive stared back at her. Recognition setting in her eyes eventually, as they quickly misted with tears. “Merry Christmas, mama.” Deeks embraced his mother in a heartfelt bug, as he tried to subtly wipe some tears from his own eyes.

“It’s an old tape. I had a place turn it digital and copy it into the drive. Mama always wanted to do it, but she never quite got to it.” Deeks explained, seeing Julia and Kensi share confused looks. “For you, baby.” Deeks then handed Kensi the other bag, which she promptly opened.

Holding a similar pen drive in hand, Kensi look at Deeks with a silent question in her eyes.

“OMG, Marty.” Julia said in a low voice, finally realizing what could be inside that drive.” She then got up from the couch, and echoed Roberta by embracing Deeks in another hug.

“What’s going on?” Kensi asked, feeling like she was an outsider in whatever was happening.

“Just watch.” Julia grabbed the pen drive and connected it to the receiver on Roberta’s media table. Both mothers already comfortable around it, after many bonding nights spent together.

-x-x-x-

The tv came alive with the image of a small tree on fire as the camera fell to the ground and the picture twisted sideways. “I told you it was a bad idea.” Julia came into the frame screaming.

A tall man with a buzz cut then joined in, running towards the tree with a garden hose in hand. “Turn it on.” He shouted. Water then came and he sprayed the tree until the fire was completely put down. “Turn it off.” He directed, again. White smoke coming off the charred tree. The remains of what looked like fireworks now on the ground.

“Sorry.” A little, brunette girl said sadly as she joined the frame for the first time.

“No reason to apologize, baby girl. It was my idea.” The man said, as he lifted his daughter in his arms, moving a gentle hand to her face, and wiping her tears away.

“You should both be apologizing, right about now.” Julia scolded her husband and daughter, even as she moved towards their family and embraced them both in a hug.

After a few minutes, Julia walked to the camera, and picked it back up. “No more playing with leftover 4th of July fireworks next New Year’s Eve.” She muttered, just as the image went dark.

-x-x-x-

The image came back on a different setting, father and daughter now dressed in matching Christmas sweaters and sitting around the Christmas tree.

“For you.” Little Kensi said, pushing a messily wrapped gift into her father’s hand.

Opening it, Donald Blye’s eyes instantly became clouded with tears as he held a handmade medal on his hands. The words “World’s Best Daddy” written in what he recognized as her daughter’s handwriting.

“Just like the ones the military gives you.” Little Kensi explained happily.

“But this one is better, baby girl.” Don then kissed his daughter and sighed contently, as she jumped into his arms.

-x-x-x-

The image changed again, this time showing a young girl peeking over the kitchen counter as her father baked a cake.

“What’s that for?” The little girl asked, pointing to a bottle with the words yeast written over it.

“It’s for the dough to grow.” Don explained in simple terms. “Want to help me with the eggs?”

Kensi nodded and jumped back down to the floor, her eyes going to the recipe as she read. “four whole eggs.”

Grabbing one she went to smash it fully on the container, before her father’s hand stopped her. “What are you doing? You have to open them first.” He said.

“It said whole eggs.” Kensi said, tears already prickling her eyes.

“That means both the white and the yellow part that are inside, baby girl, not the outside crust.” Donald explained softly. “Like this.” He then proceeded to open up the first two eggs, before he prompted his daughter to do the same thing with the last two.

“Sorry, daddy.” Kensi said, shaking her head.

“It was a simply mistake, Kensi. But that doesn’t mean you quit. You just try again.” Donald encouraged. “You can do it, just like I showed you.”

Kensi was still pouting even as she doubtfully grabbed the eggs and tried to imitate her father’s actions. The task took a little longer than it had taken him, but after a few minutes it was successfully completed. “I did it!” She screamed cheerfully; her previous near accident already forgotten.

“You sure did, my girl. You’re a quick learner.” Donald said proudly.

As he continued mixing ingredients, Kensi continued asking questions and pointing here and there as she tried to get involved. “You have lots of questions.” Father said after a while.

“I want to learn, daddy… So, one day, I can bake a cake for my own little kids.” Kensi replied, in between giggles.

Donald was surprised at the comment, but he smiled, nonetheless. “You’re too young to be thinking of that, baby girl. But yes, you will. One day, you certainly will…”

-x-x-x-

“How?” Kensi asked after another half hour of forgotten family videos.

“Marty asked me for these before the wedding. At the time, I thought he would use them then, but he didn’t, and I just forgot about them until I saw the pen drive and it just came back to me.” Julia explained, the tears in her eyes, mirroring that of her daughter’s.

“Thank you.” Kensi breathed out, her heart full at the gift her husband had given her.

“You’re very welcome, baby.” Deeks hand moved to wipe away the tears from Kensi’s face, her head then settling comfortably over his chest as the couple stood in an embrace.

“What’s in the other drive?” Kensi inquired eventually, both curious and nervous at the same time.

Deeks failed to answer. He just took the drive from his mother’s hand and connected it into the receiver.

-x-x-x-

“A very Merry Christmas

And a happy new year

Let's hope it's a good one

Without any fear”

Father and son sang along with John Lennon as they sat on the front porch of a simple house. The little blue-eyed boy wearing Christmas pajamas and a Santa hat over his blond curls.

“Boys, we have already listened to this song about 10 times.” Roberta pleaded, her voice coming from behind the camera. “And that’s just today, not counting the whole month.”

The father, who was like an older looking copy of his son, nodded and stood up, moving to their tape player and changing the song. “Thank God It's Christmas” then started playing, and the young boy began as happily singing to the words by Freddie Mercury, father joining is as soon as he was back with his son.

“Come on, boys. What happened to the more traditional songs?” Roberta asked.

“I like Little Drummer Boy.” The little boy answered, smiling sweetly towards his mama.

“We can put that one up next.” Gordon Brandel added. “But, sit down with us and enjoy.” He grabbed his wife’s hand and pull her down.

“Thank God it's Christmas, yeah

Thank God it's Christmas

Can it be Christmas?

Let it be Christmas

Every day”

As the next verse of the song came on, a third voice could be heard among the two male ones, as Roberta joined Gordon and Marty in their private family concert.

-x-x-x-

As the next image came, the video showed little Marty holding a Christmas stocking in his hands with tears on his eyes. “But I was a good boy.” He whispered sadly, looking at the coal that was in place of gifts.

An older looking boy then began giggling hysterically, “maybe you weren’t as good as you thought, Martin.” He said, a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Ray! That’s not something you do to your little brother.” Roberta scolded from behind the camera, as Gordon ran to his son’s side.

“Marty, no. Santa didn’t give you coal.” He tried to explain, glaring at Ray. “It was just a joke from your brother. Even though he knows, we don’t joke like that.”

“Really?” Marty asked in between sniffles, his sad, blue eyes now staring up towards his father, then sideways towards his best friend. “Promise?” He asked hopefully.

Gordon send a very angry stare at Ray, who just paled and got up, running towards the kitchen. He came back a few minutes later with a bag and handed it to his best friend. “Sorry, Marty.”

Little Marty then opened the bag, finding inside his real gifts and smiling happily as it became clear that Santa hadn’t really left him with coal.

“Merry Christmas, boys.” Roberta then said, comment directed to her husband, son, and practically adopted son, as they all laid on the carpet, playing with Marty’s new toy train, and Ray’s new remote-control car.

-x-x-x-

“Did Ray really put coal in your stocking?” Kensi asked sympathetically when the screen faded to black.

“Yeah…” Deeks muttered. “He got a big kick out of it. I don’t really remember much of it.”

“Gordon had a huge talk with him afterwards.” Roberta added. “But we know it was all in good fun.” She said giggling.

“Thank you, mama.” Deeks glared at her.

“Sorry, Martin. But it’s funny thinking about it now.” Roberta said honestly.

“Yes, it actually is.” Deeks agreed, wishing he could call Ray and talk to his best friend again.

The next few hours were then spent sharing more childhood stories until a yawn from Julia told everyone that it was already late.

“I will see you all tomorrow.” Julia said as she moved towards the door. “Thank you again for everything, Roberta.”

“Remember, 5:00 pm at the bar.” Deeks said, as he followed his wife and mother-in-law. “Merry Christmas, mama.”

“Merry Christmas, Martin, Kensi, Julia.” Roberta said, before closing the door behind her, head coming to rest on the wood, as silent tears finally came to her eyes. “Merry Christmas, Gordon.” She whispered, eyes on the sky.

-x-x-x-

“Where are we going, baby?” Deeks asked after a few minutes of driving, noticing that Kensi wasn’t going in the direction of their home.

“We’re going to the beach.” Kensi said, sounding sure of herself.

“Why?” Deeks wondered out loud, never opposing a trip to the beach, but it felt strange coming from Kensi at 10pm on Christmas eve.

“It’s time you make true on a promise you made two years ago.” Kensi said, sparing a quick look at her husband.

Deeks blanched a little, well remembering what promise Kensi was referring to, and having known deep down that this day would some day come. And it made sense it was today, after the videos had sent Kensi’s mind back to thinking about his childhood.

“Okay.” Deeks agreed, moving his hand to hold Kensi’s, as she squeezed tightly and smiled reassuringly.

-x-x-x-

“I have held you to that promise for two years.” Kensi began eventually, as they sat down on the sand. “But now it’s time.”

Deeks nodded, knowing she had been patient enough. “What do you want to know?”

Kensi lifted her eyebrows, before realizing his question was serious.

“It’s just easier. I wouldn’t know where to start otherwise.” Deeks answered, as if reading her thoughts.

“When… how… did all go wrong?” She asked tentatively. “Those videos showed a happy family. And Ray was even a part of it.”

Deeks blew out a slow breath and ran his hand through his hair. “I met Ray about 8 months before everything turned out wrong. We became very good friends, and one day, he came home, and mama discovered some bruises under his shirt. He sorta became part of the family after that.”

“Ok.” Kensi said softly, not wanting to push too hard and wanting for her husband to open up in his own terms.

“My father was never a perfect man, Kens. But he was a good father, as you saw on the videos. We didn’t have much, but he practically took Ray in, and that year he spent every holiday with us. He even got gifts for his birthday and Christmas.”

Kensi said nothing when Deeks stopped, knowing that it wasn’t easy for him to open up about this subject.

“I didn’t understand what was happening to Ray at the time, but mama told me we needed to be there for him. So, we did.” Deeks began again, back now towards Kensi and eyes on the dark ocean. “And he was there for me afterwards.”

Walking closer to the water, Deeks took off his shoes and let the cold water reach him. The chill helping the fog in his mind retreat as he considered how to better breach the hard part of the story. Feeling Kensi’s hand embrace him from behind, Deeks signed and closed his eyes.

Head resting on Deeks shoulder, Kensi kissed him on the cheek, trying to convey all her feelings through simple actions. “Take your time, baby.”

Taking hold of her hands in front of him, Deeks opened his eyes again, choosing to focus on the soft glow of the moon reflecting on the dark ocean, instead of the pain the past evoked in him. “Gordon always had a violent streak to him. Mama said it was how he was raised; times were different then. But he rarely allowed me to see it.” Deeks began again, voice low, and barely audible over the crashing waves. “Four months into the friendship with Ray, he had a work injury and hurt his back. Insurance quickly started giving us problems, and he started drinking after that. He had always enjoyed a good whiskey, here and there, but it was never like that.”

Kensi hugged him a little harder after that, wondering if it had been wise on her part to ask him to open up about this topic on Christmas Eve. But it had seen natural, as his promise had been made two years ago in the aftermath of another Holiday gathering with the moms.

“When he couldn’t get any more pills, he just continued drinking more. That led to him being laid off, after he showed up to work drunk one day and started a fight with a coworker. He came home with a black eye and broken nose, and I had never seen so much hatred in his eyes.” The last part spoken not louder than a whisper. “With money running low, he told me he didn’t want Ray at our house anymore, so we just started meeting outside, both of us wanting to escape our homes as much as possible. That’s when I first understood what was happening to him.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” Kensi said honestly, recognizing that moment as the time Deeks innocence had been shaken for the first time in his young life. Well knowing that the rest of it had been stripped away in the months that followed.

“Thank you.” Deeks lifted Kensi’s hand, and kissed it sweetly, letting it linger in front of his eyes a little longer. Staring at the ring on her hand, he reminded himself that everything he was recalling was in the past, and everything was better now. “Mama’s salary wasn’t enough to cover for all three of us, so soon after that, he began spending every night at the bar. Gambling then became his work of choice. But he lost more often than not, and that’s when the violence really started.” Deeks left the rest of it hanging in the air, not wanting to vividly explain to Kensi how Gordon Brandel would come home in a drunken rage intent on hitting his wife and son.

“Ray noticed one day. And he asked me about it. I told him it was a sport injury, but he knew I didn’t really play sports. At least not the typical kind, and what he saw, didn’t look like a skateboarding or surfing wound.” Deeks eyes darkened, recalling the shadow of fingers that Ray had seen etched on his skin. Which had then been followed by dark bruises on his torso, and more marks on his neck. “That’s how it all turned out so wrong.” Deeks finished, turning around to stare at Kensi, surprised when he saw tears streak down her face. “Don’t cry, please. Gordon doesn’t deserve your tears.”

“I’m not crying for Gordon.” Kensi explained simply. “I’m crying for the boy you once were.” Kensi then thought back to the videos, and the picture of little Marty she had seen on that brunch two years ago when Deeks had promised to open up about his past. The memory, making another thought popped into her head. “Why don’t you like to be called Martin?” She asked slowly.

Deeks closed his eyes and turned back towards the water before continuing. “Brandel was always vocal about how mama is the one that chose that name. He thought it was weak. When I was a kid, he used to call me junior, which is how his father had used to call him for the first few years of his life.” He almost spat the last words. “When he turned… violent, he used to call for Martin when he came home from the bar. It was just a game to him, and always spoke my first name in a mocking tone. I knew every time I heard that tone, pain would just follow. If not for me physically, for mama, and that was worse.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t call you like that again.” Kensi said, instantly regretting the few times she had used his given name.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t like other people calling me that, because I never know what intention they’re doing it with. But you say it with love, unlike him. When he went to prison, I changed my last name from Brandel to Deeks, and I could have changed my name too, but mama is the one that gave it to me, and I couldn’t let him have that much power over us. That’s why you should use it, if you want. It means, even now, we’re still winning.” Deeks knew it wasn’t really a game, and that in the full extent of things, he had already lost 30 years ago. The day his father had turned to alcohol to fill a void that could never be filled with such an easy escape. The day he had first laid a hand on young Marty. And the day young Marty had decided to end it all.

“Ok, Marty.” Kensi tested the name, before she kissed Deeks again.

Two years ago, Deeks would have cringed at the name, but a lot had changed since then. And with marriage, had come a bigger understanding of what mattered in life. Especially when that marriage had been at stake because of the mission in Mexico. He now had a wife, and a big family, so there was no reason to continue being stuck in the past. It just wasn’t worth it, and he was stronger than that.

“And how did it all end?” Kensi asked a final question, wanting to get a full picture, even if she well knew that Deeks had been vague about what his father’s violence had meant. But she agreed that she didn’t need to know those details.

“I shot him.” Deeks said simply. Turning around, expecting to see disgust on the face of a woman that had only felt love and admiration towards her own father. To his surprise, he found only love and admiration in her stare, and all of it directed at him. “In the months that followed, and having lost his safe haven at our home, Ray started running with some… groups.” The word gang, unspoken. “And one day, he gave me a gun and explained how to use it. I wanted to return it but remembering what my father had done the night before, I kept it.”

Recalling one of their first cases working together, Kensi remembered a story about Deeks and Thanksgiving Day, the first time he had mentioned his father, and she silently wondered how many of his comments and jokes over the years had contained partial truths hidden in them.

“I used it about a month after that.” Deeks continued, his eyes as dark as the Pacific in front of them. “It was either him or us.” He added as an afterthought.

Kensi had wanted to know more about that night, but she could already imagine how it all happened and she had to accept that was only a memory for Deeks and Roberta to know. “I’m sorry you had to go through all that, baby.”

“It’s okay, Kens. For better or worse, it made me the man I’m today. And thanks to that, I will know how not to behave when our little wolves start arriving.” He said, smiling sincerely for the first time in the last hour.

“And you will be a great parent.” Kensi said proudly.

“We both will, Fern. Our kids will be lucky to have us.”

“And we will be lucky to have them.”

They both nodded and hugged again. The chill of the night making husband and wife burrow into the embrace a little tighter.

“We will cook delicious cakes for them.” Deeks said, as they had begun walking back to the car, hand in hand. “With no whole eggs, just the inside.” He laughed, then winced as Kensi playfully punched his arm.

“And we won’t allow the older sibling to put coal into his or her little brother’s or sister’s Christmas stocking.” Kensi added.

“Brother or sister? So, you’re really agreeing to more than one baby wolf?” Deeks asked hopefully.

“I think so.” Kensi answered, equally optimistic. Stopping as they reached the parking lot, and kissing Deeks before they each moved to their side of the car. “Wolves do better in packs, after all.”

Reaching their house a few minutes later, Kensi and Deeks decided to leave all their belongings on the trunk for the night, and instead walked inside, tangled in each other’s arms.

Reaching the front door, Deeks smiled before stopping Kensi and turning her to look fully at him. “I love you, baby. Thank you for listening.” And not judging, but that part remained unspoken.

“Love you, too. And thanks for sharing.” Kensi said, and keeping your promise to me, that part also staying unsaid. With a final kiss, Kensi and Deeks stepped inside, door closing behind them, their Holiday wreath silently shaking with the wind gusts coming from the nearby Pacific…

Promises are always meant to be kept, even if it’s two years in the future. And that night, on Christmas Eve of their first Holidays as husband and wife, Kensi and Deeks went to bed feeling closer than ever before. Because that day, they had shared more about their respective pasts, and that knowledge would lead them to be the best parents they could possibly be. One day soon, they would both learn that surviving pain in the past, only means a sweeter happily-ever-after, and for them that would come in the form of little wolves and a pack to call their own.

Fun fact: A few of the stories that are part of this fic are not really fiction, but things I took from my own childhood. One day my mom was baking a cake and I almost threw the whole egg in the batter, I was like five. Back in my home country, fireworks are a big part of New Year’s Eve and my older brother did in fact burn down a small tree in our yard using it as a base for his fireworks. And that same brother put coal in my Christmas stocking when I was a kid… He would get a kick seeing his antics on this story :D Anyhow, thanks everyone for reading, and Happy Holidays and best wishes for the New Year.

#NCIS Los Angeles #ncis la fanfiction #densi-mber 2019 #densi-mber fanfiction #densi fanfic #little drummer Deeks #I considered continuing this story right after the first one #but I decided to keep it in real time #and have it be two years later

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The Message

Summary: A few months have passed after the team's unsanctioned mission in Cuba and, during a slow day, Callen opens the door of his apartment to the person he least expected to see there, and she has a very important message for him.

I don't own the characters, I only own the story.

Enjoy!

It has been a couple months since that unsanctioned mission in Cuba happened, since Anna decided to stay there and since Nikita has died.

Callen was still sad at the loss of his father, but he wasn't hurt anymore. He accepted life the way it has been given to him, and deep inside he was happy and relieved he managed to find and save Nikita from Volkoff's hands, even though he died because of him.

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The whole week at the office has been calm, with normal and ordinary cases. Thankfully none of those took his weekend rest away.

Callen liked spending those two days at home, or at least without having to worry about work. He'd go for a run every morning and if he was in a good mood, he'd probably go to a NBA game or get some beers with the team.

It wasn't the case this time, though. Kensi and Deeks decided to go away for the weekend, which means the bar was closed, Sam wanted to get some quality time with his kids, and Eric and Nell flew to San Francisco to watch over Nell's mom.

Callen hoped she would get better soon, so that Nell doesn't have to leave NCIS. He'd hate to see that happen. Nell was like a little sister to him, and he loved having her around.

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After his morning run, Callen went to buy some breakfast at a local store and then went to his apartment to have a quick shower.

After that refreshing shower, he sat down on the couch to have his breakfast. Suddenly he recalled how Anna would pretend to get upset whenever he dropped crumbs on the couch and smiled at the memory. She didn't seem to leave his mind.

Overall, it was a slow Sunday for him. He didn't feel like going anywhere, so he stayed at his apartment, zapping through the tv channels, hoping to find something interesting to watch.

It was just past 4pm when he heard a knock on the door. Who could it be, he thought. He wasn't expecting anyone. Maybe Kensi and Deeks had some trouble and were back already.

Little did he know that his slow day was just about to change. He opened the door and saw Anna standing there.

"Anna?!" Callen was perplexed to see her there.

"Hi, Callen." He stepped aside right away, so that she could come in his apartment.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, thinking she was probably in trouble again. Before he could even guess what has brought her there, she handed him a letter.

"What is this?"

"Open up and find out" Anna said with a slight smile.

Callen picked the letter from her hand and began to read it. It said all charges against her have been lifted, and a smile started forming on his face, meanwhile.

"How did you get this?"

"Well, surprisingly, Joelle managed to pull some strings. Legal ones, by the way. And made some phone calls. I don't really know how she did it, or why, for that matter, but she did."

Callen couldn't contain his happiness and put the letter away to pull her into a tight hug. Anna hugged him back. She couldn't even wrap her head around what was happening. She has wanted this for too long.

After a few seconds, they let go off each other and looked into each other's eyes, just like they did in that undercover mission a few years ago. That was when it all started for them.

In that very moment Callen couldn't seem to get his body to obey his brain, but he didn't want it to either. Slowly, while keeping eye contact, he leaned down a little to stop centimeters away from Anna's lips, in order to see where their relationship was standing now, and possibly get hurt, in case things have changed.

She was honestly surprised with his move, but she immediately understood what he was doing. Without breaking eye contact, Anna cupped his cheeks and smiled big before locking her lips with his, in an i-have-missed-you full of passion kiss.

Callen has missed the taste of her lips and the comfort they give him incredibly much.

Before they knew, Anna was letting her bag fall on the ground and Callen was pulling her even closer to him, while walking towards his bed, not far from where they were standing.

Soon enough all clothes were removed, and they were deeply involved in that moment, in each other, completely unaware of the world around them.

"Anna, I don't have any..."

"It's okay… I'm on birth control."

"I apologize... "

"Don't." she stopped him by running her thumb softly over his lips. "I've always wanted to have all of you."

Callen kissed her hard after hearing such a confession from her.

He has proven to be the best lover plenty of times. And this time it was not different. He has reached places, in her body, heart and mind, that no one has ever reached before. Callen was the first to ever get this close to her.

The words he has never said would leave his body through every pore of his skin to meet hers, and in that moment, words are not needed at all. She knows what he means.

He has missed the softness of her skin under his fingers and body, her scent and the way she tastes. Callen has missed the way they perfectly fit and connect to each other.

And so has she. She's missed the way he knows her like nobody else does, the soft touch of his fingers and calloused hands running through her body, loving her... She has missed touching him, feeling him this close to her, without a single millimeter separating their bodies.

And it all was still the same… The way he lets her know how he feels without any words involved. The way he puts her before him in these moments, trying to make her acknowledge how much she means to him and how dizzy and loved she makes him feel. The way they merge wonderfully together, in the most intimate of ways, as their bodies take what they need to make up for the loss they have felt for months and feel satisfied.

Callen has showed her his most intimate self a few times already and nothing has changed. Well, in fact, the flame burning inside both has only been fed with more oxygen and gotten bigger. He knows she feels the exact same, he can hear it on her rapid breathing and on the sounds leaving her mouth, and he doesn't want to let go. Ever.

"Anna..." Callen called for her under his breath.

"Mhm..."

He stared deep in her eyes, without stopping his movement, and said what she wasn't expecting to hear.

" Я люблю те��я" the words felt so intense in his chest, he thought it was going to burst. Grisha was relieved and happy he has said them. To her.

Anna was so overwhelmed by what she had just heard from the man who was making love to her, she couldn't think straight.

A smile formed on her lips and an unnoticed tear fell from her eye. Callen wiped it away, like he is trying to do with the pain he has been dealing with until she arrived at his apartment.

That whole moment was immense, she thought she was dreaming. Her hands involuntarily, but with all the will possible, moved to caress his cheeks and pull him to her, to perhaps share the most heartfelt kiss they ever did. And he understood what she meant.

Soon enough they got where they both wanted to be, together, and it felt like they had just crossed the limits of the universe, in the most beautiful way.

After their bodies have subsided and their heart rate has gone back to what can be called normal, they cuddled up in each other's arms. Not before Callen did the whole after care process, however.

He always made sure he did that, the caring kissing and touching, no matter how tired he was feeling after making love. His instinctive feeling would take over him and help him show the appreciation he thought she deserved for having had him, once again and every time, especially this time.

After that, none said a word. They just wanted to enjoy the warmth and comfort of each other's bodies without any pillow talk interrupting and possibly breaking the mood.

Eventually, both fell asleep.

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A few hours later, Callen woke up and saw the woman he loves still sleeping peacefully on his chest. He looked at the ceiling, to make sense of what has been happening for the past couple hours, while caressing her back and trying his best not to wake her up. God, has he missed this... Grisha looked back down at her and his heart felt heavy, in a good way. For the first time ever in his life, he was feeling complete.

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Half an hour later, Callen felt his girlfriend waking up and cuddling herself to him even more.

Anna opened her eyes only to realize that what had happened was no amazing dream, but instead a marvelous bit of reality.

She looked up at her boyfriend and noticed he has probably been awake for a while. She smiled a sleepy smile at him and kissed his chest. He returned the gesture by placing a soft kiss on her forehead and kept on running his fingers up and down her right arm.

Neither of the two began to speak and it felt alright, if they were honest. They wanted nothing but to enjoy that moment at its fullest.

Nevertheless, the silence, even though not awkward, slowly started to kill him.

So, a few minutes later, Callen gave in. He cleared his throat to get her attention, successfully. Anna looked up to him again and he knew he had to start talking before it all got awkward.

"Uhm… What I said earlier... I…" Callen giggled softly when he realized what was about to happen and looked down. That was the moment his smiley face turned into a serious expression. Anna understood he wanted to say something important and promptly moved to face him. She placed a hand carefully on his chest and felt his heartbeat going crazy.

"Look, whatever you have to say… I'll understand it." Anna caressed his cheek, making him look at her. She was starting to think something was wrong but wanted to calm him down anyways.

"Anna… that was not the feelings overtaking me. What I said earlier… I… I meant it... Like never before."

She sighed in relief. Anna couldn't contain the happiness from spreading all over her face. Not only because he said those words to her, but mostly because he has reached that emotional level that allows him to say them out loud and mean them as much as he does now.

Before she could process it at 100%, she was kissing him passionately, and trying hard to deposit all the love she feels for him in that kiss.

Callen rolled them over, making her lay on her back, and kissed Anna back, with everything he had.

"я тоже тебя люблю, Гриша. Я люблю тебя больше чем что-либо (I love you too, Grisha. I love you more than anything.)" Anna said in between kisses. She immediately felt him slow down and stop, so that both could get some air. They were both panting.

He couldn't stop staring in her eyes. The most beautiful ones he's ever seen.

That was the first time she called him Grisha. He couldn't deny he loved how it sounded with her voice. He loved it more than he cared to admit, so much that he started to feel his eyes tearing up. He was not crying, though. Not per se. Those tears are only the way his body has found to relieve the tension and show the woman under him how much those words she has just said mean to him, he thought.

Callen never thought he'd ever have someone who made him feel like this, let alone hear someone say those words to him romantically. The intensity of the whole atmosphere surrounding them was overwhelming him in ways he couldn't even express.

"Thank you. For waiting for me… and for coming back. I'm glad I didn't lose you too." A minute of silence fell between the two, while Anna wiped his tears away.

He couldn't help but cuddle into her soft and caring hand a little and then move to kiss its palm.

Anna was mesmerized by how sweet he was being (and always has been) with her, besides how hard this whole trust and speak-up-your-feelings thing was for him at first. She knows he has evolved a lot emotionally ever since they started dating and she's more than happy to be able to be a part of that, to be a part of his life, to be a part of him.

"Thank you for understanding what I was doing and for trusting me. That means a lot to me." She was caressing his face and hair. Anna knew how much he loved every time she ran her fingers through his hair. "ты лучший человек, которого я знаю, Гриша. (You are the best man I know, Grisha)

Without thinking twice, Callen lowered his lips to meets hers and, once again, let her feel how much he loves her and is thankful to have her.

The day was slowly getting darker and the colors of the sunset spread through the apartment and painted it in magical tones, as the couple were slowly merging into each other's bodies and minds again.

Thanks for reading!

I've reread this a few times, but since English is not my native language, I apologize for any possible mistakes that may still exist.

#callen x anna #callanna #g callen #g. callen #anna kolcheck #ncis la fanfiction #ncis los angeles fanfiction #ncis la #ncis los angeles #ncis: los angeles #chris o'donnell #bar paly

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ejzah · 1 year ago

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A/N: Happy Valentines Day to you all! Enjoy some Densi.

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We’ll Make Our Own Fun

“That was fun,” Kensi said, glancing at Rosa briefly as she turned onto Roberta’s street.

“Yes, thank you for coming with me.” Rosa held up her hand, examining her fingernails, currently adorned with a pink and white striped design. “I feel very fancy.”

“Good. I’m glad you enjoyed your first manicure.” She parked in front of Roberta’s house, which was completely lit from inside. “I can’t remember the last time I got one. Maybe our wedding.”

“Well, now you’re all ready for Valentine’s Day,” Rosa told her cheerfully.

Kensi snorted. “Yeah, Deeks and I have never had the best luck when it comes to celebrating holidays. Caleb and Sophia won’t exactly increase the romance.” She held up a finger, even though Rosa hadn’t looked ready to object. “Not that I would change anything.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to enjoy the evening.” Smiling, Rosa opened the passenger door. “Oh, Roberta asked me to help her move some boxes, so I might not be home before Steven picks me up.”

“Ok, well have fun, be safe, and tell Steven we say hi. Call if you need anything,” Kensi said, leaning over to give Rosa a hug.

“I will.”

Out of habit, Kensi waited until Rosa was actually inside before pulling out of the driveway. It took approximately a minute to drive to their house, which was about 20 seconds longer than Roberta on foot thanks to her various shortcuts.

She came in through the back door, and the first thing she registered was the relative quiet. The second was the scent of rich spices permeating the air.

“Deeks,” Kensi called out, slowly walking from the kitchen into the dining room. She stilled just inside the entrance, her mouth dropping open slightly as she took in the candle lit room, table set with their finest dishes, Deeks standing to the side. “Deeks,” she repeated more softly.

“Surprise,” he said, crossing over to her. He took her hands, gently drawing her towards the table.

“What is all this?” It was fairly obvious, but Kensi felt vaguely stupid right now. She’d anticipated walking in to the twins needing something, not a romantic dinner.

“Your Valentine’s present.”

“I thought the spa session was my present,” Kensi said, narrowing her eyes as a suspicion began to build.

“The manicure was just a ploy to get you out of the house for a couple hours,” Deeks explained. “Rosa was extremely happy and eager to assist.”

Kensi recalled Rosa checking her phone periodically throughout their nail appointment. She’d assumed she was testing Steven, or a friend, but she’d likely been giving Deeks updates.

“Rosa’s interference aside, how did you have time to decorate and cook a meal in two and a half hours?”

“Well, mom watched the oven a couple of times when the twins needed something.”

“Baby, this is amazing. I can’t believe you planned all this for me,” Kensi murmured, wrapping her arms around him, and laying her cheek on his chest. She stayed there for a few moments, then tipped her head back to kiss him.

“I figured we deserved to celebrate for once. Especially with how crazy the last year has been,” he said. Squeezing her tightly for a few seconds, he slid his hands down to hers, guiding her to the table.

He lifted the lid off Kensi’s plate with a flourish. “For my lady bird, we have authentic carnitas—or as close as I could get it with Rosa’s help—with a side of refried beans, and as much guacamole as your heart desires,” Deeks declared, gesturing to the large plate.

Kensi’s mouth watered as she stared at the perfect looking tacos. She licked her bottom lip, considering the food, then Deeks for a moment. He was wearing her favorite shirt and pants; the ones that seemed to drive all sane thought from her head.

“Where are Caleb and Sophia?” she asked, dropping her voice as though they might hear her.

“Sleeping. I got them down about 20 minutes ago.”

“Good.” She took his hand, dragging him away from the table.

“Woah, Kens, don’t you want to eat?” he asked, sounding completely confused. She paused, turning to face him.

“I do. It look absolutely phenomenal baby, but Rosa is out for the next few hours, the twins are sleeping, and…I’d like to take advantage of this unforeseen opportunity.” She dropped her eyes to travel down Deeks’ body, straightening his collar.

He fixed her with one eye, his mouth open in an incredulous laugh. “Kensi, you’re not…are you sure that’s a good idea this soon?”

Sighing, Kensi pressed her forehead against his cheek. It just made her want him even more. “Ok, maybe we shouldn’t have sex just yet, but I’m sure we can find something fun to do. Unless you don’t want to.”

Deeks chuckled, shaking his head to deny the suggestion. Pulling her closer, he cradled her cheeks, kissing her deeply enough that Kensi’s entire body felt like it might combust. “The food can wait,” he decided, when he pulled away.

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chicgeekgirl89 · 6 years ago

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It All Fades Away

Doing some serious wish fulfillment for myself here after “Better Angels” last week. Here’s where I hoped things were going.

Kensi’s throat closed and she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t watch this man die, not after all they’d been through today. She thought she might be sick. The world was spinning and she put a hand to her head in an attempt to try and right herself. Deeks. She needed Deeks.

When his car pulled up it seemed like nothing short of a miracle. She collapsed into him, all of the façade she’d kept up so valiantly during the day crumbling as his arms cradled her against his chest. “I’ve got you,” he murmured stroking her hair. “You’re amazing. You were so good baby.”

“It’s not fair,” she said, her voice breaking. “It’s just not fair.”

“I know,” he soothed.

Nothing he could say would make this any better, but she wanted him there all the same. She felt sick with grief and fear. David deserved more time with those he loved. He’d deserved peace and home and family and he would never have any of those things again.

He hadn’t had enough time.

And as surely as she knew that, she knew what needed to come next. She couldn’t wait. Not a minute longer.

“Deeks I want to marry you,” she whispered, tears still streaming down her face.

“I want to marry you too baby.”

He didn’t understand and she desperately needed him to. Nothing else mattered. Nothing but this. “No, now Deeks. Today.” She pulled back, wiping her eyes so she could look at him. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I don’t need a cake and a party. I just need you.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to waste anymore time.”

He took a shaky breath. “Are you sure? Baby, are you serious?”

“We can still have the wedding in March. But I want you today. I want our always to start now.”

He cradled her face in his hands, eyes searching hers. He nodded. “Okay. Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

There was something in the desert

There was someplace wild and green

And a child in a village I passed through

There are places that I've travelled

And so many things I've seen

And it all fades away but you

The distress signal went off at 5:00am. Nell shot up and reached over Eric, grabbing her phone. “Who is it?” he asked as he scrambled to put his glasses on.

“Kensi and Deeks.” Nell was already out of bed. She grabbed her dress from the day before off the floor and pulled it on. “Get dressed.”

They were in the car within five minutes. “Which way?” Nell asked as she hit the gas. Everything had been fine when they left last night and she felt sick imagining what could have caused both of their friends to hit their distress signals simultaneously.

“Turn left here,” Eric instructed, never taking his eyes from the GPS. A single mistake could cost them precious time. “Straight through that light.”

It took twenty minutes to find the coordinates that had been sent to their phones. They flew into a parking lot by the beach right after Sam and Callen appeared only seconds behind them.

“You good?” Sam asked, checking his gun as he got out of the car.

Callen nodded, withdrawing his own weapon. “Anybody see them?”

Nell had been scanning the beach and she grabbed Eric’s arm with one hand, the other coming up to cover her mouth as tears sprang to her eyes. “Oh my god.”

Kensi and Deeks were standing hand in hand on the sand, Kensi’s white dress fluttering in the breeze. Julia and Roberta stood on other side of them and a man Nell didn’t recognize was in the middle. It became immediately clear that the only danger anyone was in was of crying their eyes out.

“Well it’s about damn time,” Sam said.

I was sliding down a mountain

I was burning in the sun

I was crying with amazement at the view

I was capturing a moment

But when all is said and done,

Well it all fades away but you

Deeks’s eyes were suspiciously wet and he smiled as they drew near. “We couldn’t wait any more,” he said.

“It was just going to be us but then we realized, we needed our family here,” Kensi said, her voice breathy with emotion.

Nell squeezed her into a tight hug as Callen shook Deeks’ hand. “We’re glad you called,” he said.

“Is everyone ready?” The officiant they’d spent all night looking for was surprisingly pleasant for such an early morning ceremony.

“I think they’re past ready,” Sam said, eliciting a laugh from the small group.

“Then let’s begin. Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…”

I have sailed across the oceans,

Passed the cities and the farms

On a never-ending quest for something new

And the only thing that mattered

Was the four days in your arms

And it all fades away but you

Kensi felt her heart race as the officiant looked at her and asked her to say her vows. This moment, so long in coming, was finally here and she wasn’t sure she could speak at all, let alone say anything coherent.

“We can do the traditional vows if you’d rather,” he offered .

She shook her head. Deeks deserved to hear from her heart. “Deeks,” she said, and then paused, looking into his blue eyes, so full of life and hope. “Marty. I know you’ve waited a long time for this. But you never once pushed me, you let me come to it in my own time. You took care of me, and you held my hand, and showed me in a million ways that you loved me and would wait for me to be ready.

“You have changed me.” She looked back at their team. “You’ve changed us. When you came into my world, I didn’t need or want anyone. I was scared and angry. But you made me see that love,” she took a breath, “love is worth having. It’s everything.” She looked directly into his eyes. “You are everything. I could never in my life have dreamed someone as amazing as you.”

She reached up and brushed a few curls from his face. God he looked handsome today. “You are strong and you are brave and you are kind. You’re one of the best people I know.” She blinked back a few more tears. “And because of that, you have my whole heart. You have my soul. And I love you to the end of time and back.”

Deeks swiftly leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss, eliciting a laugh from the group. “You’re a little early. But I think we can let it slide,” the officiant said as they broke apart. “Martin, what would you like to tell Kensi?”

“Oh god,” he shook his head and blew out a shaky breath, trying to get his bearings. “Kensi, I’ve thought about this moment for forever. And I don’t even,” he laughed as he choked up, “I don’t even know how to say all the things you mean to me.” He shook his head. “Uh, my life was…so dark. And you just came out of nowhere and filled it with sunshine.

“As if you weren’t already the most beautiful, kind, amazing person on earth, you’re also a complete and total badass,” he said, making her laugh. “Every single day with you is the greatest of my life. You make me so happy and whether we have ten more minutes or a thousand years together, I’ll love you for every second of it.”

She smiled at him through watery eyes and he could barely breathe. They’d been up all night trying to put everything together and even still she was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen with her hair falling down her back, the white dress she’d picked out shimmering in the sun. He took her hand and placed it on his chest. “This heart? It’s is yours. Today and everyday, forever. My world doesn’t exist without you Fern. I love you.”

Both moms were in tears and Kensi suspected Nell and Eric were too judging from the sniffles she was hearing.

They exchanged their rings and Kensi felt a profound sense of relief and happiness as the gold band slid onto Deeks’ finger. They’d made it. “I think I’ve cried more this morning than I have my whole life,” she said, as he reached to wipe another tear from her cheek.

“That’s okay,” he said. “As long as they’re tears of happiness, not regret.”

She squeezed his hand. “Definitely happiness.”

Deeks looked at the officiant. “Now?”

The man smiled. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

Deeks grinned at her and twined his fingers in her hair, pulling her close. “All in?” he asked quietly, so only she could hear.

She smiled back. “All in.” His lips found hers and she heard their friends and moms cheer. When they broke apart Deeks had the most ridiculous grin on his face and Kensi was pretty sure she looked equally besotted. They’d done it. Forever was theirs.

There is one thing that's eternal

That cannot be torn apart

There is one thing that remains forever true

Past the thinking, past the breathing

Past the beating of my heart

It will all fade away but you

--“It All Fades Away” from The Bridges of Madison County by Jason Robert Brown

#NCIS LA #Densi #Better Angels #Fanfiction #Post ep #Marty Deeks #Kensi Blye #Roberta Deeks #Julia Feldman #G Callen #Sam Hanna #Nell Jones #Eric Beale #Densi Wedding #Wish fulfillment #Season 10 #It All Fades Away #Jason Robert Brown #The Bridges of Madison County

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densi-mber · 4 years ago

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Cynic

A/N: I adjusted today’s prompt a little to suit my own purposes. This was inspired by a conversation I had with @mashmaiden. We may have just a small amount of angst.

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Kensi watched Deeks from across the room. He was humming under his breath as he checked something under the bar and then made a note on his clipboard. In preparation for his three months at FLETC, he was getting everything settled at the bar so his mom could temporarily run it in his absence.

“Roberta,” she started when Deeks walked into his office for a minute, turning to face her mother-in-law.

“Yeah, honey,” she said, pausing in the middle of washing a table.

Kensi hesitated, then barreled on with the thoughts that had been plaguing her for the last week or so.

“Do you think Deeks is happy?” Roberta chuckled at her question, not considering it for more than a second.

“Of course he is. Why wouldn’t he be?”

“I don’t know...I guess,” Kensi paused, pressing her lips together, trying to find a way to express herself without sounding like she was criticizing Deeks. “He seems more cynical than he used to be.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Roberta said, once again dismissive. Kensi stared at her for a moment, wondering if they were talking about the same person.

“Really?” Kensi gestured to Deeks’ office. “Because a few years ago, Deeks was always the one who saw the light at the end of the tunnel. No matter what problem we had, he had a solution, or assured me that we could handle it. He made me smile, even on the worst of days.” Her eyes flicked up for a second and she swallowed harshly. “I don’t see that smile as much anymore.”

Roberta reached across the table to squeeze her hand.

“Oh Kensi honey, people go through changes. Especially now with his work and the worries about money, I’m sure he’s just stressed.”

Kensi wished it was that simple, that she could blindly believe Roberta’s words. But that would just be sticking her head in the sand, like she’d tried with their financial problems, and that wouldn’t help anyone.

“It’s not that recent,” she continued. “It’s just more obvious now. I’m worried-“ Kensi was horrified as she felt a couple tears gather in her eyes. “What if I make him unhappy?”

“Kensi, that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!” Roberta said in an incredibly loud voice. Kensi glanced at the office, hoping that Deeks hadn’t heard. “That boy loves you more than anything and he’s never been happier.”

“Sometimes it feels like I just make him miserable and cause more stress,” Kensi said bitterly, thinking of when they’d first met. He hadn’t had a wife, bar, and mortgage to keep him up at night then. “Maybe if we’d never gotten together he wouldn’t have all this to worry about.” Roberta leaned forward suddenly, the fierceness of her expression vaguely alarming. It occurred to Kensi, maybe a little belatedly, that this was the same woman who had almost single-handedly raised Deeks and wasn’t to be messed with.

“You listen to me Kensi Marie Blye-Deeks, I know my son. We weren’t on very good terms then, but when Marty was working undercover...he wasn’t in a good place.”

“What do you mean by not a good place?” She knew Roberta’s tendency to be hysterical at times, but they’d never talked about Deeks time as a detective much. As far as she’d known, they’d barely spent any time together during his early years as a detective.

Shaking her head, Roberta looked past Kensi for a second, looking remarkably like her son.

“When he joined that undercover unit, he never tell me much about it, but I knew it was dangerous. Anyway, I dropped by his apartment one day and his face was all bloody and bruised. Naturally I was horrified, but he tried to tell me it was just a part of the job.

“We argued and I got mad and asked him if he was trying to get himself killed. He snapped. Told me he was tired of seeing people get hurt. And then something about sometimes violence was the only way to get things done. That’s when we stopped talking for the most part.”

This time Kensi reached out for Roberta’s had and quietly said,

“He never told me about that. I can’t imagine how scared you were.”

“I was terrified,” Roberta agreed. “You wanna talk about cynical, I’ve never seen a boy so bitter and fed up with the world.” She smiled softly, surprising Kensi. “But then he met your team, he met you, and everything changed. Suddenly he had a purpose in life beyond his job. I didn’t realize until much later why there was a brightness in his eyes that I hadn’t seen in years and his smile was finally genuine again.”

Kensi felt shocked and overwhelmed at Roberta’s revelation.

“Roberta, as I much as I wish that was true, I was just as much of a mess. I didn’t do anything for Deeks,” Kensi insisted.

“You save my boy, Kensi,” Roberta repeated firmly. “Without you, who knows where he would be right now. And I will always be grateful for that.” A tear trickled down her cheek and Kensi leaned across the table, hugging her tightly.

She wasn’t sure she deserved it, but she was grateful for Roberta’s faith in her. It was more than she ever expected.

“I don’t know what I’d do without him,” she whispered, sitting back and rubbing under her eyes with the hem of her sleeve. “And I don’t know how to help him now.”

“Oh hun, it’s like I said, he’s just having a rough time. He’s one of those people who lets the weight of the world fall on his shoulders,” she paused and gave Kensi a wry look, “like somebody else I know. You just have to see him through to the other side, like you always do for each other.”

“What if I make it worse?”

“You won’t,” Roberta assured her. Hell, you guys have survived comas, and bombs, terrorists every other work...I think you can manage this. More importantly, you have love on your side. As long as you love each other, you can do anything.”

“I do love him,” Kensi said fiercely. “More than anything.”

“Then that’s enough.” Roberta stood, holding out her arms. “C’mon honey, I think we both could use another hug.” Kensi put her arms around her shorter frame, holding her tightly. “And maybe a shot or two of the expensive stuff Marty keeps locked in the back.”

Kensi laughed a little, nodding, and dropping her arm around Roberta’s shoulders.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, kiddo,” she said, marching towards the bar. “Now where did Martin hide the key this week?”

Kensi shook her head, amused and grateful for the crazy, wonderful second family she’d been gifted with.

#densimber 2020 #densimber 4.0 #densimber day 29 #densi #roberta deeks #ncis la fanfiction #angst #by ejzah

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stanathanxoox · 7 years ago

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Burns

Anon requested 16# “Where did you… Where did you get those scars?” with Deeks?

Mature themes (mentions of rape and torture) please do not read if you are not comfortable reading that kind of thing.

For you, being in a relationship with a man who respected you enough not to pressure you into doing anything before you were actually ready to do so was the best thing ever. Marty Deeks, he was such a kind and generous man, giving you all of himself and even confessing his deepest darkest secrets to you while you remained hidden behind the shell of the exterior that you had built years ago after your torture and rape. You still hadn't gotten used to all the love and attention he gave you when you felt like you didn't deserve it. Tonight, however, was the night that you were going to tell him the truth. He had just messaged you to say that he was on his way home and you wanted to be ready for him. You took off the outer layers of clothing that you normally wore, no matter the weather or how hot it got you always wore a long-sleeved shirt and jeans to hide your scars. You sigh as you look at yourself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom,you hoped that Marty wouldn't run when he saw your scars, not that you thought he would but still there wasn't any guarantee that he wouldn't just up and leave you like the countless number of men you had been with before him.When Marty walks in, you're still standing in front of your mirror in the bedroom, only your holding your shirt up and tracing along the bottom of the scar on your stomach, you hear a gasp from behind you and turn dropping your shirt, as you look at the man in front of you. He's by your side in a flash, just pulling you close and holding you tightly in his arms "Where did you...? Where did you get those scars?" he manages to get out and you begin to shake, and he's holding you tightly as he whispers "Oh Y/N, who did this to you?" he asks and you take a deep breath "Doesn't matter, he got what he deserved, life behind bars with no parole," you say and he pulls back before he searches your face. He takes your hand and walks you over to the bed where he sits down and pulls you gently to sit next to him, his hand never letting go of yours. "What happened to you sweetheart?" he asks and you look at him, he's seen some of your scars now, you need to tell him. So you do, opening the can of worms that you had been trying so desperately to hide from for the last seven years. You describe how your ex was a massive pirophilliac, and how he always used some kind of flame in the room when the two of you were having intercourse, how you tried to leave him multiple times but he always threatened you. And then how one night he came home drunk from work after being fired and light a candle before raping and burning you, you hadn't consented to have sex with him that time and as he had his way with you, burning you as he did so, you let out scream after blood-curdling scream. How he ran when he heard the sirens in the distance and left you alone, naked and in pain as the burns on your body became too much. How you woke a week later in the hospital with your mother and father sitting by your bedside saying that they had caught your ex and how with your statement and testimony he was going to be locked up for a long time. As you came to the end of your tale, you looked up at your boyfriend, into his eyes and saw the pain and anger in his eyes, towards the man who had done this to you, you placed your hands on either side of his face and said "I needed to tell you, had to tell you," you say and he nods squeezing your hand and placing a gentle kiss on your lips "Thank you for trusting me with this sweetheart," he says and you nod a small smile on your face as you say "Thank you for being you, the sweet, caring man that has shown me nothing but kindness since we started dating," you say and he nods as he pulls you into a close hug.

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ARE THEY GONNA ADOPT ROSA???????????

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This is the most important post I have ever made on my whole stupid blog.

Hug count from the beach scene in Come Together: 22

I will now list them all for my dear friend @chrisodonline and her serotonin levels!

At the start of the party:

Roundtree and Deeks

Fatima and Kensi

Deeks and Fatima

Kensi and Roundtree

Callen and Kensi

Callen and Kensi AGAIN (sure it’s probably the same hug from different angles, but WHO CARES IT COUNTS)

Sam and Deeks (remember in season 3 when Sam said he’s not hugging Deeks?????)

Deeks and Callen (BLUE EYED BROTP)

Kensi and Sam

Deeks and Anna

Kensi and Kilbride

After the proposal:

Anna and Callen (idc I’m counting it!)

Kensi and both Anna and Callen at the same time (she was so excited for them!!!)

Callen and Sam

Anna and Kilbride (that old softy does like hugs I KNEW IT)

Anna and Sam

Anna and Arkady

Rosa and Callen (this was nice. I’m imagining them hitting it off during the party. Callen deserves to be an uncle dammit... oops I got sidetracked!)

Callen and Arkady (second one of the episode!!!)

Callen and Fatima

Callen and Rosa again I think (the shot was zooming out and I couldn’t tell for sure)

Sam and Anna again I think (still zooming out but I’m counting it!)

There you go! This ending really was perfect. I’m sure I’ll be rewatching it over and over and over :))))))))

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Life Goes On 💜

This one was hard for me. It’s the longest section of music I’ve learned in a long time. And I kept losing motivation to work on it. But today I sat down and was determined to record it. I kept thinking of Georgia Hardstark saying to me Don’t worry about being perfect and just fucking do things. And so I did. The first couple seconds of the video is me trying to calm myself down by touching the page and taking a deep breath. It must have worked because after about 10 attempts I’m finally happy with this one :)

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Wasted in the Wasteland

First fallout fic whut uuup. Also on my ao3 under penname PoisonJack here. Chapter 2&3 can be found there :) (leave me a comment too babes! :D)

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There hadn't been any actual discussion of what was happening between the three of them.

Nora knew that the path they were headed down would eventually meet at a crossroads they'd eventually have to properly acknowledge. Or maybe not, if things went where she assumed. The playful flirting; the casual, affectionate touches reciprocated by all parties. Lingering, less-than-innocent touches and knowing-looks. They were all going to end up in bed together at some point.

She just didn't expect that it would be after a firefight.

Nora rolled over to Deacon’s side of a crumbling wall, Mac on the opposite as they were on the second floor of a dilapidated apartment building. She ducked before lining up her shot and taking it, blowing a raider’s head clean off. She ducked down low again next to Deacon, and they shared an energetic grin.

She liked battle. She liked the power of a good, battle-hardened sniper rifle in her arms. The knowledge that the raiders attacking her settlements wouldn't harm peaceful folks trying to make a decent damn living in this messed up world. She liked the way her heart raced and adrenaline surged through her body. Knowing she was here and alive and not taking things lying down even if her world had been turned on its head. That she wasn’t alone. She liked it all.

But what she liked most was having the both of them with her at once. The safety in numbers, the banter as they walked the Commonwealth, the jokes and shared stories, and the warped sense of humor that battle seemed to bring out of her.

Deacon had taken an especial liking to this side of her that opened up during firefights. He had his secrets, and she had hers, but they kept it light during the darker times.

“What a headache” as a raider’s brains were blown out. “He sounds just like my ex did in bed” as a mutant’s enraged scream echoed off high rise buildings. The jokes made life-threatening situations damn near worth looking forward to.

It was important to enjoy your job, after all, and Nora had descended on the filth of the Commonwealth like it had less to do with her title as General and more a personal vendetta.

Maybe it was.

Mac had been with her for some time before she took up with Deacon, and despite everything, they worked really well together. Really, really well together. The mercenary knew his way around a gun and his guileless attitude plain-spoken ways made him an interesting character to be around.

Deacon wasn't surprised Nora was sleeping with the sniper-- the open road was a lonely place, after all- but the frequent times she'd made passes at him, especially when Mac was traveling with them, he was sure he was mistaking the teasing for more than it was.

Oh how wrong he was.

His confusion about her advances wasn't so far fetched. She didn't flirt with Garvey this way. Didn't tease Cait with a deeper look of want in her eyes and long-lingering touches. Maybe she was this familiar with Hancock, but the ghoul mayor always laughed things off with her right there with him, everything kept overtly friendly even when over the top. None of her flirting took quite the same form as it did with Deacon, and it mirrored exactly she treated Mac.

She and MacCready were an Item with a capital ‘I’ as far as he'd observed. A proper couple; probably a far cry from what she was used to in terms of pre-war life, but Deacon understood it. He kept the flirty teasing light, ignoring sexual overtones even if she watched him almost hopefully; as if she could see his eyes right through his sunglasses.

It was during one of their little post-battle exchanges that Mac rolled his eyes and asked Deacon if he thought he was too good for Nora. That he saw the way the other man looked at her-- that he'd seen feral hounds drool over fresh meat less than Deacon did Nora- so what gives?

That had been a shock, but one he’d needed.

Deacon had had the decency to actually blush-- couldn't remember the last time he genuinely had- and was grateful Mac had said something after Nora had stalked off to roll corpses for loot. The spy was certain he must have heard Mac wrong, but no. The mercenary thought it was mean that Deacon was stringing her along but not following through. He was hurting her feelings playing with her.

Mac, bless his heart, had been offended on her behalf. And it was as wholeheartedly confusing as it was endearing.

The younger man had elaborated in annoyed, low tones that the spy needed to nut up or shut up where she was concerned. It was Deacon’s business about who he slept with blah blah blah, yeah, Mac got that-- and if Deacon didn't like her and wasn't actually interested, that would be one thing. Mac could respect that. They all could.

But for being a spy, Deacon was pretty transparent when it came to the vaultie, and the sniper made his opinions on the matter clear: don't tease Nora like that if he wasn't going to follow through when she was obviously interested. Tone it back if he didn’t want her. She didn't deserve that, and if Mac had to reassure her that it wasn't her one more time, that she wasn’t imagining his obvious interest, he was going to punch Deacon square in the nose.

It was as if the weeks on end of sudden hostility from the mercenary suddenly made sense.

Mac wasn't jealous. He didn't own her any more than she owned him. And right now Deacon was on his shit list for being an obstacle to that end instead of a participant.

After their little talk, Deacon got bolder under this new information, testing the waters. Post-battle kisses to the cheek became kisses to the lips. Hugs suddenly involved a lot more of the body. For the little he put in, he was getting a lot back. Mac was right.

If Nora had a spring in her step, they all knew where it had come from. Mac’s ‘special mercenary-frowns’, as Nora called them, lessened for the spy. The tension between them went back to an easy rapport. Jokes and playful shoves and affectionate prodding returned full force to their little group and barriers were broken down again.

Deacon’s post-battle ass-slaps to the pair of them had resulted in outraged squawks and snickers, followed by a month-long game of grab-ass on the road until distraction nearly caused one of them to eat a bullet to the face.

Life was good. Snuffing out raider life together was better.

Nore felt alive again, and it bled out into even firefights. A playful look would alight on her face, and she'd tell Deacon private things-- about herself or Mac- but only mid-battle as their down time was kept casual. He caught on fast to these shifts in mood, didn't bring things up on the road, but the sly little look on her face told him all he needed to know about this little game.

Like right now, she told him how Mac liked being bit just below his left nipple, or how his O-face was the same one he made after getting a good head-shot. It annoyed the shit out of her because she'd get turned on in the middle of a gunfight and that only upped her desire to kill. It made Deacon cackle as he watched the sniper shoot a raider right in the face.

That self-satisfied, pleased little smirk wasn't hard to imagine under different context.

“You better not be telling him about the mutfruit,” MacCready called over as they returned fire over the crumbling building wall, his own little library of Deacon facts-- small though it was- a great source of entertainment.

“Oh, I gotta hear about that,” Deacon laughed out as he gave Nora’s ass a playful pat before moving past her for a better vantage point.

Mac took advantage of the lull in the shooting to scramble to Nora’s recently vacated side, out of breath and a judgmental smile on his face. “...Does he know about the mutfruit?”

“He knows about your secret sea captain’s hat fetish,” Deacon's voice teased as he lobbed a grenade over the broken roof from just a bit above them.

“Don't even start, Deeks, Mac knows about your little tongue trick, and I’ll have you know he's improved on it.” The grenade exploded as raider screams filled the immediate aftermath. The barrage of bullets paused in the dust and pained cries.

Mac grinned at the praise and kissed her in the momentary lull of the volley, nipping and sucking at her lips; flicking his tongue to drive home the point.

They didn't have time for this-- needed to pick off the remaining raiders- and the promise of his mouth was going to have her on edge until she could get him alone some place safe and hopefully soundproofed. But it was good just the same.

She sighed into Mac’s mouth while she could hear Deacon’s appreciative laugh from above.

“That trick is legend, I feel honored! It's the only thing that can stop the chattering!”

“So damn smug…” she muttered to herself as Mac took his position back up to scope out the remaining maimed raiders. An amused grin was on the sniper’s face as Nora yelled back at Deacon. “Don't test me Deacon. I'll tell him just how cute you think his butt is in those old army fatigues!”

Mac snorted as he took out one of the jet heads trying to get to his gun with clearly crippled legs. The chem-head probably didn’t even know he was messed up. Dam- darned raiders. “The army fatigues, Deacon?” Mac called up with a teasing laugh as he reloaded. “I'd have thought it was the leather pants with the way you< stare.”

“You wish I spent that much time looking at your ass,” he called back in amusement. “You would know I'm simply working out how much longer leather takes to peel off than army fatigues. It's tactical observation. Leather is a bad choice.”

Nora snorted and cursed as a grenade shook the building from the outside. Some of their remaining targets were more lively than the others. She peered out with her scope. “Geez guys get a room why don't you?”

“We can't, you lost all our caps to Hancock’s poker night!” Deacon groaned.

They made short work of the few remaining raiders, rolling the bodies for anything worth selling or keeping before heading off to Goodneighbor. They had to slaughter their way through a few super mutants to get there-- which would have been easy without their weighed-down packs- and it was a messier affair than Nora would have preferred. First puddle of water they encountered and she was cleaning herself up.

“I think I have guts in my hair.”

“If you went my route you would never have that problem again,” Deacon told her with a smirk from under his sunglasses. “Only thing to worry about is sunburn.”

“I think I'll risk it,” she laughed, giving him a playful shove.

“Shoulda worn a hat,” Mac told her with a smug look that she was ready to kiss or smack off his damn smiling face. She made a grab for his own hat that he easily dodged.

“A sea captain’s hat?” Deacon asked, leering at the young mercenary. “I do love a good hat.”

“Okay you guys can shut up,” Mac said with a light blush staining his cheeks.

There was a bit more teasing about what other kinks might be hidden behind those red cheeks, and chuckles and suggestions were put forth. Nora was superiorly telling them that she knew about things that frankly didn’t exist in the Commonwealth anymore, but would have made the pair of them blush redder than a tato. Life pre-war in the Commonwealth had been a true thing of leisure and experimentation.

“-and stuff would be delivered right to your front door in nice discreet packaging.”

“Maybe that’s your new calling in life! Revive the industry! We need to talk to Tinker Tom, he can build anything.”

“I’m not letting anything he makes anywhere near me or my… delicate areas after that little battery-acid injection,” Mac said sourly.

“Yeah, on second thought, maybe the Commonwealth doesn’t need to know about this stuff,” Nora said with a smirk. She gave Mac’s cheek a little pat. “Poor baby.”

“You guys have no sense of adventure.”

“The only adventure I want is finding out what’s at the bottom of a nice cold beer,” Nora told him with a snort.

“Yeah, I’d kill for a beer. Come to think of it, I have.”

“Wow, remind me to never hold out on you,” Deacon told him, adding a wink that made Mac shake his head and chuckle. “I’m selling those leather pants of his if we don’t have enough to go around, boss. I'm not getting shot over 200 year old fermented grain-water.”

Nora suggested he sell Mac’s spare army fatigues if things were that dire, but Deacon told her no situation would ever be dire enough to warrant such drastic measures. Their laughter echoed off the old concrete and bombed out rubble as they picked their way through the city.

Their banter had them all in a great mood by the time they reached the gates of Goodneighbor, very eager for that 200 year old fermented grain water Deacon loved to hate on.

They got cozy at the bar in the Third Rail after bartering away most of the goods they'd picked up with Daisy, pockets stuff with caps and packs much much lighter. With the haul from the trip, they were able to afford the good stuff Hancock kept behind the bar just for when Nora was in town, and loaded up with several beers apiece, they moved things to the VIP lounge to relax.

The three piled onto a couch next to one another, cracking open beers and drinking deeply; laughing over the simple pleasures of a day well spent and another survived. Mac had his feet up on the worn coffee table while Deacon sprawled out in the couch corner, Nora between the two of them looking wistfully at the bottle in her hands.

She told them about drinking games she used to play in college, and how there used to be more than one variation of Gwinnett brew to enjoy at the end of a hard day, and bemoaned the idea of what was left ever running out. Now there was a scary idea.

One beer turned to two, two turned to three, and they got a little more than handsy with one another as they sat and laughed and joked around prodding and hanging on each other playfully. It got to the point right between tired and drunk where everything was funny, and the fact that they were sitting in the VIP section sipping on warm, 200 year old beers amused Nora in ways the other two didn’t quite get, but chuckled along with anyways.

Mac pointed out how he'd still be in this exact spot if it wasn't for Nora walking into his life, and Deacon pointed out that they were still in the exact same spot regardless of that fact, and fixed Nora with an exaggerated accusatory look from over his sunglasses.

It had her in hysterics, and she said it was as good a reason to drink the good stuff as any. “I’m getting a bottle of bourbon from Charlie,” she told them as she peeled herself off the couch, wobbly on her feet. “I'll be right back. Be good.”

“Oh come on, when have you known me to cause trouble?” Deacon asked with a mischievous grin and a cock of his head.

Nora smirked right back. “I was talking to Mac.” She gave the younger man a wink and then waggled her brows at Deacon.

The sniper gave her a deceptively innocent look and busied himself with draining the rest of the bottle in his hands, though his cheeks were heated. She laughed and disappeared around the corner to pester Charlie for another round as Deacon gave him a wicked look, ready to start trouble.

“So…. sea captain’s hat, huh?”

Mac couldn't stop his crooked grin, though he still blushed hotly under the booze heating his face as Deacon smirked. “You're one to talk, army greens.”

“I appreciate a good uniform,” Deacon laughed, drinking his beer and scooting closer to the mercenary, speaking in exaggeratedly serious, confidential tones. “What would you do if I told you I had a sea captain’s hat in my bag right this very minute? That I could be wearing it as we speak? Hypothetically, of course.”

Mac’s face was still red, and he swallowed before answering the teasing with a smirk. “I’d say put it on and see what happens.”

Deacon chuckled, not about to surrender so easily. “Don't threaten me with a good time.”

Nora came back to Mac’s snorting laughter, a hand on his face and another on Deacon’s thigh to steady himself while Deacon asked if he had the army fatigues with him.

“Okay there lovebirds, make room. Move it. Move it move it,” she said as she tried to retake her place between them less than gracefully. She ended up sitting in Deacon’s lap with her legs in Mac’s, cradling a bottle of the good stuff in her arms. “...You guys make a crappy couch.”

“You're impatient,” Mac told her, though bothering to make room now was out of the question, and he grabbed her legs with one hand. She was already trying to recline, the grin she gave entirely unrepentant as she handed the bourbon bottle to Mac to open.

She smiled up into Deacon’s face as the bottle was opened with a pop, lips breaking into a grin on that flushed face. The invitation there was obvious, but she puckered up in supplication just in case. He grinned back before kissing her lips, and she chuckled against his mouth to tell him that Mac still had his little trick beat.

“If you’re really nice, maybe he’ll show you,” she said as she was passed the bourbon from the smirking mercenary, taking a sip and grimacing before holding it up under Deacon’s nose.

He smirked, giving Mac a wide grin, voice challenging, testing as he quirked his brow. “Yeah? Tricks of the trade need to be kept secret. Think the Rexford has a room right now?”

“If they don't, we can just stay here,” Mac told him, snatching the bottle back from Deacon to steal the man’s sip with a challenging look of his own. He nearly choked at Deacon’s next words, and Nora nearly fell off them laughing.

“Didn't know you liked an audience.” Mac’s face went beet red as he sputtered, and Deacon’s expression lit up like it was Christmas, crowding closer to the sniper to give him a bump of the head. “Oh I am filing that away for a rainy day.”

Nora squirmed in Deacon’s lap, making the older man suddenly gasp as she made contact with a most interested part of him indeed. She bit her lower lip and entwined the fingers on one hand with Mac, the other wrapped about the back of Deacon's neck. She squeezed them both with a slow, suggestive smile on her face as she looked between the two.

“...didn't it look like it might rain today?”

Mac snorted, though his grin was toothy as he squeezed her hand back. Deacon looked between the two of them with an equally calculating quirk of the lips. She bit her bottom lip with a hopeful smile, cheeks hot from the alcohol and her awareness of them both. She wasn’t the only one with blood rushing south.

Deacon swallowed and nodded in agreement. “Like it would pour, yup. Absolutely stormy.”

Mac chuckled and slowly extricated himself from Nora’s legs, getting to his feet only slightly off balance. He readjusted himself shamelessly and then offered her a hand as he stood there with a grin aimed at both of them. “Better check on getting some cover, then.”

He pulled Nora up onto wobbly legs, laughing as she realized how good-- how excited- she felt, and wrapped both arms around Mac’s middle to rub herself against the man with a dirty, happy grin.

The mercenary extended the same service to Deacon with what had to be the most obvious look of interest he'd ever seen, the spy's hand firm in his that he didn't relinquish even after he'd pulled him to unstable feet. Deacon's heart was pounding even harder, pants that much tighter as the sniper’s eyes seemed to pierce his sunglasses, pinning him in place.

Mac brought their grasped hands up to his lips, but only spoke against them with a crafty smirk like he was sure he'd gotten the high ground. Deacon wasn't sure he hadn't.

“Hope you're a quick learner.”

That got a bark of laughter from the spy, Deacon shaking his head and squeezing the sniper’s hand. “That's my trick in the first place, captain.”

The teasing only made Mac’s grin grow. “Yeah, but you have to test out with this,” Mac inclined his head at Nora, the vaultie rubbing her cheek against Mac’s shoulder as her hands had migrated to the mercenary’s ass.

“I resent being a ‘this’,” she said in shooting him a glare that lacked any heat. He laughed and let Deacon’s hand go to gather up their packs and the bottle of bourbon. She gave Mac’s ass a squeeze before latching on to Deacon instead and purring up at him. “He's good though Deeks he's sooo good.” She pressed against him with a promising smile, humming as his hands came to rest on her ass and give a squeeze.

“Hey lovebirds,” Mac chuckled, carrying their stuff with a rare good humor as he echoed Nora’s comments. “Get a room.”

Deacon swallowed as he looked between them; the more-than-tipsy grins on their faces that both wanted to eat him alive. He wet his lips with his tongue, nodding at the merc with an expectant smile. “Well lead the way then and we will.”

Nora’s snorting and snickering didn't cease as they left the VIP area, attached to Deacon’s hip for support and handsy to boot as they ascended the stairs of the Third Rail. Mac had retaken Deacon’s hand in his, placing a kiss on the knuckles before dragging them after him with an eager smirk and reassuring glances back. His impatience was commented upon with snickering and leers.

Mac only laughed, not denying it, and told them he hoped they could keep up.

He got a coordinated smack to his ass from both Deacon and Nora.

Chapter 2&3 (THE SMUTTENING) are on my ao3 here. Haha :)

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