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A/N: A random, and maybe odd, little drabble where Deeks runs into an old acquaintance.
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Visits From the Past
Kensi and Deeks strolled down an aisle lined with canned soups and vegetables, walking side-by-side since they were the only two around at the moment.
âWhat else do we need?â
âJust the arugula and Reeseâs,â Deeks answered slowly, scrolling through the list on his phone. He caught Kensiâs eye. âAll part of a balanced diet.â
âOk, Iâll go to the candy aisle,â Kensi offered.
âNaturally,â Deeks teased. âHey, should I grab an extra bag ofââ
âMarty? Marty Deeks?â
They both turned at his name, Deeksâ hand going towards his waistband, the instinct ingrained even two years removed from the job. He raised an eyebrow at the redhead whoâd aligned her cart with theirs.
She smiled expectantly, clearly thinking heâd remember her. Obviously she wasnât a former suspect or convict based on her response.
âHi. Uh, do I know you?â he asked, smiling to offset any possible hurt feelings. He hadnât dated her, he knew that for sure.
âYes. At first I wasnât sure it was you, with the beard and all, but Iâd recognize your voice anywhere,â she said. âIâm Katie Lomberger. From high school orchestra.â
âRight, Katie.â Deeks nodded. Theyâd bonded over their mutual love for John Denver, but never had all that much in common. He turned to include Kensi. âKatie played first chair violin.â
âAnd you played second. You were always so serious when we practiced. Only time someone could get you to stop talking.â
âSomethings never change,â he joked, gesturing to Kensi. âThis is Kensi, my wife.â
âItâs nice to meet you,â Kensi said as Katie gasped.
âYouâre married? I never expected that,â Katie blurted out. She immediately covered her mouth, looking mortified. âOh my god, thatâs not what I meant.â
âHey, you wouldnât be the first to make similar comments,â Deeks assured her, though he would have preferred a different response.
âYou once told me you never intended to get married.â
âYeah, well, I said a lot of things when I was younger that turned out to be inaccurate.â He shrugged and Katie gave him a look that somehow transversed the close to thirty years between them.
âA lot of people worried about you back then. Itâs nice to see the great debater actually settled down,â she commented. It shouldnât have affected him, but he felt oddly embarrassed by her fond regard.
âIâm pretty glad too,â he settled on. âNot too sure about Kensi, though.â
âStop it,â Kensi chastised him softly, and Katie smiled knowingly.
âSame old Deeks.â She touched his arm. âIt was good seeing you again, Marty. Kensi.â
As she walked away, Deeks blew out an extended breath. âWell, that wasnât awkward or anything.
âMaybe, but I like learning new things about you. And seeing you prove people wrong,â she told him, reaching up to stroke the back of his neck. âSpeaking of, how is it that I didnât know you were in orchestra?â
âI donât know. Maybe Iâll pull out my violin and see what I remember,â he said. At Kensiâs surprised look, he explicated, âMaybe visiting the past isnât always such a bad thing. Makes you appreciate the present even more.â
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Raccoons and Meerkats
A/N: Based off todayâs prompt: Kensi and Deeks visit the Meerkats.
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âLeaving on Monday is going to be really hard,â Kensi said with a sigh as she and Nell walked out of a small cafe with coffee and Japanese pastries.
âWell, you could always extend your visit,â Nell suggested hopefully. âI know Eric and I would love to have you and Deeks for a little longer.â
âWeâd love it too, but we wouldnât want to overstay our welcome. Or take advantage of you guys.â
âOh please.â Nell waved off Kensiâs concerns with a wave of her hand. âEric hasnât been this excited in months. He loves getting to geek out about weird things with Deeks.â
Kensi supposed it was easy to be so blasĂŠ about the cost of keeping them for an extended period of time when you co-owned an extremely lucrative tech company. Eric had been insistent that he and Nell foot the entire bill for their stay. At first, both she and Deeks felt a little uncomfortable with the idea, but Nell had calmly pointed out that treating friends to a vacation was a much better use of money than buying another luxury car.
âI thought thatâs what he has you for,â Kensi pointed out, nudging Nellâs shoulder teasingly.
âDifferent kind of weird,â Nell explained, making a face. â I can do the comicons, Ren Faires, and talk techy things all day long. The things that they find mutually interesting, however, I do not understand.â
âMm, they do have a unique relationship,â Kensi agreed, watching as Eric and Deeks exited a a store that promised to sell only the finest styles. It didnât look like Deeks had purchased anything, but Eric sported a hat he wasnât wearing earlier. âAs grateful as we are for the offer though, I think even Callenâs generosity would be tested if we stayed away for a month or more.â
âFair point. Well, it has been great to see you guys and not have dead bodies popping up everywhere.â Kensi snorted on a sip of her coffee. As she wiped her mouth, Nell glanced at the boys and then at Kensi. âYou guys seem happier than when we left,â she commented with a leading lilt in her voice.
âWe are.â Sighing deeply, she smiled a little wistfully. âWeâre communicating better and the adoption is moving along. I think weâre in a good place.â
âIâm glad. As two of my favorite people in the whole world, you guys deserve it,â Nell said sincerely.
âAnd what about you and Eric?â
âWeâre good friends too.â
Ignoring Nellâs attempt to evade the question, Kensi pressed, âIs that all?â Sheâd noticed that Eric and Nell seemed closer again, but it was difficult to tell if they were actually in a romantic relationship again.
âLetâs just say weâre very good friends,â Nell elaborated, glancing down pointedly as Eric and Deeks caught up with them.
âDidnât find anything you liked?â Kensi asked Deeks.
âEh, you know Iâm more of a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy,â he said with a shrug.
âFine, but you have to let Eric take you to his tailor. Theyâll make you the best suit youâve ever worn,â Nell suggested. âAnd even if you donât enjoy it, Kensi will. And a lot of other ladies,â she added in an undertone.
âYour interest in putting me in tight clothing is still concerning,â he commented, raising one eyebrow. âSo, what were you talking about?â
âNell was trying to convince us to stay indefinitely.â
âHey, Iâve got like five apartment buildings you can choose from,â Eric offered. âYou can have any spot you want.â
âThanks man, but Iâm pretty sure Kilbride would hunt us down if we never came back.â
âOr burst a blood vessel,â Kensi added.
âMm, he was pretty stressed,â Nell mused.
âHey, I offered to take him to goat yoga, but he declined for some reason,â Deeks shared. He fell into step beside Kensi, dropping his arm around her waist.
âNow that I would pay to see.â Eric smiled at the thought. âNo one can be grumpy around goats.â Theyâd been walking in the general direction of the garage where Ericâs Lamborghini was parked.
âSo, since this is one of your last days here, we thought we could take you somewhere really crazy,â Nell said.
âWhat do you mean by âcrazyâ?â Kensi asked suspiciously. Eric grinned, sliding on a pair of his favorite tinted glasses, which clashed horribly with with his new hat.
âLetâs just say that it will involve karaoke, alcohol, flashing lights, and you might lose your pants,â he explained mysteriously.
âWait, why would we lose our-?â Deeks started to say, frowning as Eric slid into the drivers seat. Putting a hand on his shoulder, Kensi shook her head.
âItâs probably best if we donât ask too many questions.â She shook her head. âRemember when they told us about the furry cafes?â Deeks grimaced and shuddered at the memory.
âOh yeah.â
âOur friends are so weird,â she sighed.
âYes, they are. I really missed that about them,â Deeks said, drawing Kensi with him towards the back seat. âSo letâs bask in the craziness for as long as we can.â
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I was wondering if you could do an ask for those of us who don't have family to celebrate the holidays with. Companions react to Sole being upset spending their first holiday season without their family.
Cait:Â âDo you wish you had someone this holiday, Cait?â
Itâs a weird question to come out of nowhere, and she leans around the curio sheâs searching through to eye them quizzically.
âWhy do you ask?â
They shrug. âI was just thinking about my family and everything, and how I miss them, and I thought I would get your opinion.â
She chews her lip thoughtfully and returns to rifling through drawers. âThe way I see it, this is the one holiday I actually do have someone to spend it with. Before you, nobody gave a shite about me, you know?â
âI guess I hadnât thought about it like that.â They laugh a little. âWhat an odd pair we make.â
âAt least youâre not completely alone. Youâve got me, after all. Think of how much worse it wouldâve been if you were by yourself.â
âThatâs a surprisingly adept observation coming from you, Cait.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â She chucks a loose snack cake at them.
They dodge, laughing. âItâs just strangely philosophical, you telling me to focus on what I have instead of dwelling on what I donât. I guess I can learn a thing or too from you, huh?â
âDamn straight. You should listen to me more.â
âIf I did, Iâd end up dead.â
âProbably just maimed.â
âBrutally maimed.â
She waves a hand through the air. âDetails.â
When theyâve quieted for a moment, she murmurs, âBut for real, I am glad to have you, sole.â
Quietly, she hears. âIâm glad to have you, too.â
Curie:Â She taps the end of her pencil to her cheek as she searches for the right word. Itâs not âimpossible,â and âimprobablyâ sounds too formal, but the word she wants escapes her. Frustrating.
âCurie?â
She glances up at sole, whoâs sitting on the other end of the couch. In the middle, their legs have tangled together, and she looks past them to look them in the eyes.
âWhat is troubling you Madame/Monsieur?â
âNothing, nothing. I just noticed youâve been a lot more affectionate lately. I mean, youâve barely left my side.â
She flushes. âIs that a problem?â
âNo, not at all, I just thought it was strange.â
âI simply thought you would be feeling more lonely this time of year. Holidays can be a difficult time of year for those of us without family to celebrate with, non?â
They narrow their eyes. âWhy were you even thinking about that?â
âI was simply reminiscing on my time with the other scientists before the war, and I remembered how lonely it was all by myself in the lab. They were always so happy around the holidays. And I thought to myself, sole is not in a lab, but they are also missing their family. I thought perhaps you would appreciate a little extra support.â
âThatâs...â they shake their head. âThatâs really sweet, Curie. Thank you.â
âOh, do not mention it. It is merely a gesture of our friendship. You saved me from my loneliness, and I wish to return the favor.â
âStill, itâs kind. I appreciate it.â
âYou are more than welcome, Madame/Monsieur. Anytime.â
Danse:Â He finds them out on the deck, wind whipping past them as they stare over the Commonwealth. Theyâve been distant for days now, giving nothing but short answers, eyes far away when they talk. If heâs honest, heâs worried about them. Itâs why heâs ditched the power armor in his bay for the moment; right now he wants to be a person, not a Paladin.
âEvening, Danse.â
They donât turn to him when he approaches, and he doesnât know how they can recognize his footsteps outside power armor, but he doesnât question it. He just leans against the railing beside them.
âSomething has been troubling you,â he says.
They sigh, and he can almost see them deflate against the railing. âYou know, Danse, I thought that it would be easier than this.â
âWhat?â
âThe holidays. I thought, you know, even though my family wasnât here, maybe the Brotherhood would help fill that- that emptiness, if even just a little. But I guess it just doesnât look like that.â
Their words hit too close to home, and he deflates a little, too. âIâm afraid youâre a year too late. With the war, there will be no holidays onboard the Prydwen.â
âDid there used to be?â
He nods, not trusting his words. He canât tell them that, even though he understands why itâs necessary, it still hurts. Theyâre still new, still building their trust. He canât sabotage that.
His silence means nothing, though, as sole seems to read his mind. âYou must miss that. In a way, you donât have a family for the holidays, either.â
Gently, they lean their shoulder to his, and he allows himself to lean back against them, just this once.
âAt least we have each other,â they whisper.
He nods. âAt least thereâs that.â
Deacon:Â He doesnât want to say it in such direct terms, but the truth is that soleâs house is a little... sad.
To be fair, theyâve only been in the Commonwealth a few months, and a lot of that was spent trying to figure out what the hell had happened to them and the world, but still. Soleâs place feels entirely like a house, and nothing like a home.
âYou know, boss, you should just spend the holidays with us.â
They look up from their coffee mug from their place at their sad table with its sad, lone chair. âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, just come live at HQ a while. Itâs gotta be better than spending the holidays alone out here.â Slowly, he turns in a circle, as if to emphasize how empty (and sad) the walls are.
âBut my memories are here, Deeks.â They blow on their coffee. âThis is where I shouldâve spent the holiday.â
âYeah, with your family, if the world hadnât gone to shit and blown up. But it did, so you should just come celebrate with us. Trust me, youâll be a lot happier.â
He doesnât mention the number of holidays he spent in an empty farmhouse for the sake of memory, and thankfully sole doesnât ask.
âDeacon, are you actually... worried about me?â
âOh, you bet, boss. I mean, look at this place. It doesnât even have electricity. You couldnât have holiday lights if you wanted them.â
âDo you guys do holiday lights?â
He shrugs. âDo you want to?â
For a brief moment, thereâs a spark of life in their eyes. âWould it be okay?â
âWhoâs gonna complain? Carrington? Just tell him that he doesnât have to look at them.â
They hum and say, âI guess Iâll consider it.â
Thatâs his cue to hit him with the ace up his sleeve. âWe do a game of Secret Santa, too.â
They try to hide their smile, but theyâre bad at it, and Deacon breathes a sigh of relief, knowing theyâre sold.
Gage:Â âFuck do you mean, you miss them?â
âI mean I was fucking married and had a kid, you eyeless prick. I actually cared about my family, and it sucks that theyâre not here. Iâm sorry that you cut ties with your family completely, but not all of us can or want to.â
He huffs, because he can tell heâs pushing a little too hard, and if he keeps going heâll end up wishing heâd kept his mouth shut.
âWell, Overboss, trust me when I say you wonât even remember them. We got a bit of a tradition here, ourselves.â
They eye him warily. âDo tell.â
He shrugs. âNot much to say. Itâs a party, we get drunk, fuck around, light some shit on fire. Itâs a good time. Canât lay around feelinâ sorry for yourself when youâre lightinâ something on fire.â
âSo, Yule. Youâve reinvented Yule.â
âCall it what you want. As long as you have a good time, who cares, right?â
Their face is still doubtful.
âAt least give it a shot, boss. Youâre gonna have to be there anyway to keep up appearances. Might as well try to have a good time while youâre at it.â
âAlright.â They sigh in resignation. âBut if I end up drunk and crying in a corner, itâs your fault.â
âI promise to hide you before you can embarrass yourself.â
âI guess thatâs all I can ask for.â
Hancock:Â âHey, sister/brother, what do you think of these?â
He holds up a couple strands of garland and tosses them over to a waiting sole, still perched on a ladder.
âShockingly good condition,â they say. âBut I think this stuff usually goes on the tree.â
He waves a hand. âYou put it wherever you want. Iâm just helpinâ.â
âWell, do you have a tree?â
âSomewhere around here.â He glances around, but realizing itâs not within direct line-of-sight, shouts, âFahrenheit!â
âWhat?â Her voice is muffled by the distance, but her irritation is not.
âWhereâs my tree?â
âWherever you put it last year. I donât keep track.â
âDamn,â he huffs. â I thought for sure thatâd work.â
He heads into the other room to rifle around for his tree. Thereâs a beat of silence before sole says, âYou know, I never have properly thanked you.â
âFor what?â He glares down at the wreath in his hands, which had tricked him into thinking it was a tree, before shrugging and tossing it to the side to get hung up anyway.
âFor giving me stuff to do like this. Staying busy really helps me feel less... alone, you know?â
He rocks back on his heels, peering into the other room to make eye contact with them. âSure thing, sunshine. But Iâll warn you, it wasnât all my idea.â
They laugh a little. âI figure Daisy had a hand in things, but still. Itâs nice of you.â
âI appreciate you assuminâ that Iâm not just using you for free labor.â
They laugh again, for real this time, and he canât help but smile.â
MacCready:Â He wants to say something. He wants to tell them that itâll be alright, that heâs been there and it hurts, but you make it out in the end. He wants to be able to comfort them somehow as he watches them duck their head and pretend to not see the decorations in Diamond City, but heâll be damned if he knows how.
Fortunately, sole has the words where he does not.
âThis sucks,â they declare, holed up in the corner of the Bobrovâs bar.
âIâll drink to that.â
They clink their beers together, sip, and lapse into silence before sole says, âI really miss my family, Mac.â
He closes his eyes, pictures his boy back in D.C., and agrees. âItâs a tough time of year to be without them.â
They reach across the table and grab his hand. âNext year, weâll go down to D.C. Weâll have found the cure by then. Weâll go see Duncan.â
âWould you really want to go?â His heart is thrilled to hear their words, but his head tells him that might only hurt them more.
âOf course. I want to see you go home and see your kid. I wish we couldâve done it this year, but...â
âThat didnât work out,â he finishes.
They nod.
âYou know,â he says, taking another sip of beer, ânext year weâll have a big family celebration to compensate.â
âWhat, you and Duncan?â
âNo, all three of us. Weâll go the whole nine yards. Lights, presents, everything. The real deal, all three of us. Family.â
That brings a smile to their face, and he smiles to see it. Maybe itâs the alcohol talking, but for a moment he can see the whole thing before him. The three of them together, laughing, making a family out of nothing.
Just make it through this year, he promises sole silently, and Iâll make sure you have a family holiday again.
Nick:Â He eyes sole in the corner of the agency, where theyâre talking to Ellie about some case theyâre working. Theyâve been talking about leaving these past few days, about heading up to Sanctuary for the holidays. It doesnât sit right with him. He knows sole, and he knows that only bad things await them at their old home this year.
âWell, Iâm headed out.â They breeze by his desk to grab their hat. âHave a nice holiday, you two.
He looks them dead in the eyes and asks, âWhy?â
They freeze right where they are. âWhy what?â
âWhy are you leaving? Got somethinâ real exciting up north?â
Their expression tells him they donât have a good answer, and he sighs.
âLook, kid, I get it. You think you wanna be alone to mourn and cope with your loss. But Iâm tellinâ ya, youâre not coping. Youâre just making yourself miserable.â
Under their breath, they mutter, âDamn detectives. Always analyzing you,â before turning to him directly. âWell, you and Ellie already have your thing going on. Iâd hate to intrude...â
âYouâre not intruding,â Ellie pipes up. âIn fact, I already bought you a present. In a way, it would almost be ruder to leave.â
âI bought one, too,â he says. âHow about that?â
They hesitate. âAre you sure?â
âBed upstairs is all yours. Stay a while. Itâs not like ya canât change your mind and leave later.â
They turn to Ellie, but sheâs just nodding along. âI freshened up the sheets just the other day, actually.â
âWell... alright.â
He lets himself smile.
Piper:Â âDamn, Blue. This place looks worse than the Glowing Sea.â
Her eyes scan Sanctuary Hills. Even Preston has headed off to the Castle for the month, so the place looks well and truly abandoned. The breeze kicks up as if on cue, scattering a few leaves across the road.
âIsnât it great?â They kick a pebble across the street, bitter expression on their face. âNo family for the holidays, and nobody else, either.â
âYou canât stay here,â she says, staring at the bleak, run-down houses.
They shrug. âI donât really have anywhere else to go. I could stay at one of the other settlements, but that just feels weird. My home is here.â
Piper shakes her head. âNo way, Blue. I wonât allow it. You are not spending the holidays here and that is final, you hear me? Final.â
They glance over at her with a bemused expression. âThen where am I going?â
âHome, with me, to Diamond City. Youâll spend the holidays with Nat and I, not here in, well, this. I mean, at least Diamond City decorates.â
They laugh a little. âPiper there is no room for me in your house.â
âWe will make room. This isnât up for debate, Blue. And donât start with the âOh, Iâll be intrudingâ stuff, either. Natâs gonna be thrilled to see you, and Iâll be thrilled you arenât moping around this place that could probably make Takahashi depressed.â
âWhat, the noodle bot?â
âThe very same. Now, go make yourself a sleeping bag, get whatever else you need, and letâs go.â
They salute her mockingly, âYes, maâam. Right away, maâam.â
Better to be mocked than leave sole here.
Preston:Â He knows without sole saying a word. He knows that pain, the haunted look that trails them, the way they linger just a moment too long in the doorway of their home before sighing. He canât help but feel for them, too, because he still feels like heâs in those shoes, lonely around the one time of year no one should be lonely.
Maybe thatâs why he does what he does. He tells himself heâs crazy, even as he treks across the Commonwealth, searching out their companions, inviting them to Sanctuary so sole can be surrounded by this new, found family theyâve made. He canât let sole suffer alone, not this time, not ever. He knows what that loneliness does to a person, and he refuses to ask sole to face it on top of everything else.
He reminds X6 that, if he doesnât play nice, he probably wonât live to regret it.
He meets Gage at neutral territory and, even though it disgusts him beyond belief, they make a temporary armistice for the next few months.
He tells Danse that if he makes so much as one comment about ghouls, synths, or anyone else, he wonât be able to get all the sand out of his power armor for months.
Itâs not the most glamorous job in the Commonwealth, but he is bound and determined to make this thing work, no matter the cost or consequence.
X6:Â âI donât think I understand. Your family is here.â
They sigh. âBut theyâre not, X6. Sure, I found Shaun, but heâs hardly the child I thought I was looking for, and my spouse is still dead. My own son doesnât even know me, much less would want to spend the holidays with me. I may have found Shaun, but...â They sigh. âDid I find my son?â
He takes a moment to contemplate their words. âYouâre quite distressed about this.â
âI guess?â They shake their head. âIâm just lonely, X6. Thatâs all. I miss my family and having someone to spend the holidays with. It just doesnât feel the same.â
He looks at them, takes in their tired, beaten expression and their slumped posture. Quietly, he evaluates a series of options and outcomes before leaning in and whispering, âDo you want to know a secret?â
âWhat?â
âA secret. Do you want to know a secret?â
They slide toward him, dropping their voice to a whisper, too. âYes.â
âUs coursers arenât supposed to have holidays. We are not supposed to have a sense of family. You know this.â
âOf course.â
âPerhaps you would like to join us, who also have no family, for a small celebration, then. It isnât much, but there are snack cakes.â
They look at him, almost impressed. âX6, you know thatâs not allowed. Why are you telling me this?â
âBecause I trust you, and I think you need us as much as we need each other. I only ask that you donât report it, if for no other reason than our bond as friends.â
âI- X6, Iâm not going to tell anyone. Iâd love to go.â
He nods. âItâs settled then. December twenty-second, one in the morning, the abandoned areas behind biosciences. Bring snack cakes, and bring lots if you want to make friends.â
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NATHALIE DEEKES â
Birthdate: October 28th,1989 ( 29 ) Gender and Pronouns: Female, she/her Hometown: Las Vegas, Nevada Neighborhood: Greenwich Village, Manhattan Occupation: Advertising Executive Faceclaim: Stella Maeve Trigger Warnings: Death, Depression, Overdose.
BIOGRAPHY â
Born and raised in the City of Sin, from a very young age, Nathalie Deekes was a force to be reckoned with. Her parents were high school sweethearts who, unfortunately, wound up divorced when Nathalie was five. Unlike most kids, Nat had been too young to truly be affected by her parents break up and would go on record saying how much happier she was that they had chosen to live apart. A self-proclaimed Daddyâs Girl, Nathalie lived primarily at her fatherâs house during her formative years, usually taking a few days a week to go and crash at her momâs when she could. For the most part, Nathalieâs childhood was completely ordinary; she went to school, she came home, she saw her friends and had two parents that loved her more than anything else in the world. Naturally, growing up in the city where temptation was quite literally around every corner, by Natâs high school years, it wasnât a surprise to anyone when the feisty brunette started to get in trouble. Sneaking out of the house with her fake I.D. in hand, ready to party on the trip until the early morning hours had become the norm. To her parentsâ credit, they tried to the best of their ability to reign their daughter in as best they could. Unfortunately, the more her parents tried to pull her back, the more Nathalie tried to run away. The real eye-opening experience came a few days after Nathalieâs sixteenth birthday during a belated celebration with a few of her closest friends. The entire group had managed to snag a few bags of cocaine from an older siblingâs secret stash and had been snorting lines in the backseat of a car when one of Nathalieâs friends claimed to be feeling sick.
Hours later, Nathalie had called her father from the emergency room to tell him the news; her friend had passed away. Throughout her entire life, Nathalie could only recall seeing her father cry one other time after his mother had passed away, but the moment he laid eyes on Nathalie sitting and shaking in the hospital waiting room it was as if someone had turned on a faucet. All Nathalie could do was cry along with him, apologizing profusely and swearing that she was going to do better and be better. And it was a promise that Nathalie kept. Partying and sneaking out took a backseat while Nat shifted her focus towards school and even joined her high schoolâs cheerleading team, something sheâd never thought was possible. By senior year, Nathalieâs GPA was one of the highest in her class and when she walked across the stage at graduation, was proud when her principal announced sheâd be attending the University of Nevada in the fall. With absolutely no clue what she wanted to do with her life, Nathalie packed up her bedroom and moved into school, kissing her parentsâ goodbye and promising to behave. The first semester of college proved to be more difficult for the brunette than she originally thought and by the second had fallen behind the rest of her classmates. By the third semester, it was evident that Nathalie was in trouble, though instead of asking for help, continued to try and plow through the piles of work her professors continued to dump on her. Unfortunately, no matter how hard Nat tried, getting ahead of workload seemed completely impossible and by the end of her second year, had earned herself a place on the academic probation list. Her parents were disappointed, something that bothered Nat more than sheâd ever tell anyone else. After a long discussion, it was decided that Nathalie wouldnât return to school for the upcoming semester. To say she was crushed to have felt like she failed would be a massive understatement.
Unable to sit a home and wait for everything to magically fix itself, Nathalie threw herself into work. None of the jobs she obtained were ideal, mostly consisting of working for coffee shops and behind bars, and only made Nathalie feel even worse. Her family and friends could see it, the hole that Nat seemed hell-bent on laying in forever, and none of them were sure how to yank her out. It wasnât until Nathalieâs manager at the sports bar sheâd been working at requested her help in trying to bring in some more business. Over the course of a few weeks, Nathalie had managed to pull together an impressive campaign strategy and after it was shown off to the public, it was also proven to be effective. For the first time in years, Nathalie felt like she had actually managed to find something that she was good at. Through word of mouth, other local businesses began asking if Nathalie would be able to help put together ideas for them as well. The requests and business snowballed from there and before Nathalie knew it, a local advertising agency in town was offering her a job to work for them. Without a moment of hesitation, Nathalie accepted. Over the new few years, Nathalie slowly managed to build a steady flow of clients, all of whom showered nothing but praise onto Nathalie and the work that she had done. A few years after she had begun working out of her office in Las Vegas, someone who worked for the Hard Rock Hotel chain offered Nathalie a job in their offices out in New York. Such a big move was a lot for the brunette to think about, but after a long talk with her parents, Nathalie decided to go. After all, only a crazy person would turn down an opportunity as amazing as the one sheâd been offered.
Over the course of almost four years, Nathalie has managed to build a pretty impressive life for herself, something she never thought would be possible after her early departure of school. More so, the opportunity to work for a company and at a job that she genuinely loves. Unfortunately, living in New York meant a lot of time spent away from her family in Las Vegas, though Nathalie traveled back home as often as she could. In the midsts of packing for an upcoming trip, she received a call from her stepmother and through not much deduction, Nathalie was delivered the worst news since finding out about her best friend as sixteen; her father was dead. The doctors had said it was a heart attack and nothing could have been done to prevent it, but all Nathalie could think about were all the missed trips and unreturned phone calls, even if they were far and few between. For now, Nathalie has chosen to throw herself into work, her social life, and just about anything else that will keep her mind from wandering to thoughts of her father or her family.
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( + ) creative, enthusiastic, passionate. ( - ) crass, perfectionist, tough.
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NATHALIE DEEKES --
Birthdate: October 28th, 1989 ( 29 ) Gender and Pronouns: Female, she/her Hometown: Las Vegas, Nevada Neighborhood: Greenwich Village, Manhattan Occupation: Advertising Executive Faceclaim: Stella Maeve Trigger Warnings: Depression, Drugs, Overdose.
BIOGRAPHY --
Born and raised in the City of Sin, from a very young age, Nathalie Deekes was a force to be reckoned with. Her parents, both barely twenty-somethings who thought love was enough to keep them together, divorced when Nathalie was five. Unlike most kids, Nat had been too young to truly be affected by her parents break up and would go on record saying how much happier she was that they had chosen to live apart. A self-proclaimed Daddyâs Girl, Nathalie lived primarily at her fatherâs house during her formative years, usually taking a few days a week to go and crash at her momâs when she could. For the most part, Nathalieâs childhood was completely ordinary; she went to school, she came home, she saw her friends and had two parents that loved her more than anything else in the world. Naturally, growing up in the city where temptation was quite literally around every corner, by Natâs high school years, it wasnât a surprise to anyone when the feisty brunette started to get in trouble. Sneaking out of the house with her fake I.D. in hand, ready to party on the trip until the early morning hours had become the norm. To her parentsâ credit, they tried to the best of their ability to reign their daughter in as best they could. Unfortunately, the more her parents tried to pull her back, the more Nathalie tried to run away. The real eye opening experience came a few days after Nathalieâs sixteenth birthday during a belated celebration with a few of her closest friends. The entire group had managed to snag a few bags of cocaine from an older siblingâs secret stash and had been snorting lines in the backseat of a car when one of Nathalieâs friends claimed to be feeling sick.
Hours later, Nathalie had called her father from the emergency room to tell him the news; her friend had passed away. Throughout her entire life, Nathalie could only recall seeing her father cry one other time after his mother had passed away, but the moment he laid eyes on Nathalie sitting and shaking in the hospital waiting room it was as if someone had turned on a faucet. All Nathalie could do was cry along with him, apologizing profusely and swearing that she was going to do better and be better. And it was a promise that Nathalie kept. Partying and sneaking out took a backseat while Nat shifted her focus towards school and even joined her high schoolâs cheerleading team, something sheâd never thought was possible. By senior year, Nathalieâs GPA was one of the highest in her class and when she walked across stage at graduation, was proud when her principal announced sheâd be attending the University of Nevada in the fall. With absolutely no clue what she wanted to do with her life, Nathalie packed up her bedroom and moved into school, kissing her parentsâ good bye and promising to behave. The first semester of college proved to be more difficult for the brunette than she originally thought and by the second had fallen behind the rest of her classmates. By the third semester, it was evident that Nathalie was in trouble, though instead of asking for help, continued to try and plow through the piles of work her professors continued to dump on her. Unfortunately, no matter how hard Nat tried, getting ahead of workload seemed completely impossible and by the end of her second year, had earned herself a place on the academic probation list. Her parents were disappointed, something that bothered Nat more than sheâd ever tell anyone else. After a long discussion, it was decided that Nathalie wouldnât return to school for the upcoming semester. To say she was crushed to have felt like she failed would be a massive understatement.
Unable to sit a home and wait for everything to magically fix itself, Nathalie threw herself into work. None of the jobs she obtained were ideal, mostly consisting of working for coffee shops and behind bars, and only made Nathalie feel even worse. Her family and friends could see it, the hole that Nat seemed hell bent on laying in forever, and none of them were sure how to yank her out. It wasnât until Nathalieâs manager at the sports bar sheâd been working at requested her help in trying to bring in some more business. Over the course of a few weeks, Nathalie had managed to pull together an impressive campaign strategy and after it was showed off to the public, it was also proven to be effective. For the first time in years, Nathalie felt like she had actually managed to find something that she was good at. Through word of mouth, other local businesses began asking if Nathalie would be able to help put together ideas for them as well. The requests and business snowballed from there and before Nathalie knew it, a local advertising agency in town were offering her a job to work for them. Without a moment of hesitation, Nathalie accepted. Over the new few years, Nathalie slowly managed to build a steady flow of clients, all of whom showered nothing but praise onto Nathalie and the work that she had done. A few years after she had begun working out of her office in Las Vegas, someone who worked for the Hard Rock Hotel chain offered Nathalie a job in their offices out in New York. Such a big move was a lot for the brunette to think about, but after a long talk with her parents, Nathalie decided to go. After all, only a crazy person would turn down an opportunity as amazing as the one sheâd been offered.
Over the course of almost four years, Nathalie has managed to build a pretty impressive life for herself, something she never thought would be possible after her early departure of school. More so, the opportunity to work for a company and at a job that she genuinely loves.
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"We become what we love and who we love shapes what we become." - St. Clare of Assisi
Deeks tried to ease into bed. Â It was after 1AM and Kensi had a long day. Â He did too. Â Hopefully heâd join her in a good nightâs sleep.
âWhatâd you get done?â Kensi asked, obviously not enjoying a good nightâs sleep.
âSome stuff. Â Not enough,â Deeks said. Â âThanks for dinner.â
âI know the walnut shrimp from Big Fattyâs makes you happy,â Kensi snuggled up to Deeks, resting her head near his heart.
âNot as much as you do,â he answered, kissing the top of her head. Â âOf course the doughnuts from YumYum Donuts across the street from Big Fattyâs makes you happy.â
âYou make me happier than doughnuts.â
âI could not imagine a better declaration from my wife.â
âWhat stuff did you get done? Â I saw you with your yellow legal pad, that pen your Mom got you when you graduated law school working the landline.â
âI wasnât working. Â Mike the immigration lawyer was, I was just taking notes.â
âWhat do we have to do?â
âA lot, and itâs doable but thereâs more involved that just paperwork.â
âWeâre a team, we can do anything.â
âWe can but the house is going to need to be brought up to the approval of the state of California. Â I have to go to Rosaâs hometown to get some paperwork done.â
âI should go, my Spanish is better than yours.â
âEverybodyâs Spanish is better than mine but Mikeâs firm has a paralegal â Nestor â who can help me with the translations since heâs joining me on the trip. Â Iâm there as the interested party in the adoption but also as a lawyer.â
âI can go with you.â
âActually, you canât. Â One of us has to stay in town near Rosa in case anything in her case changes.â
âSo youâre going on a trip. Â What can I do?â
âKeep visiting Rosa.  The two of us showing a real interest in her futureâŚ.â
âWhich weâve been doingâŚâ
âYes, but since I wonât be joining you on the visits while Iâm out of LA, you need to be there almost every day, every other day at worst.â
âI will. Â What else.â
âWeâre going to need a plan for Rosa once the adoption goes through.â
âWhat kind of plan?â
âDoctors, high school, introducing her to our lives without stripping Rosa of hers.â
âI never even thought of high school.â
âWe may actually get some help with that. Â Mike the immigration lawyerâs sister Dorie is taking some time away from her day job as a school teacher.â
âTaking time away?â
âIVF worked for them. Â In overdrive. Â Triplets.â
âOh my God.â
âYeah. Â Anyway, sheâs picking up some side hustle money doing tutoring. Â She could work with Rosa to get her prepared for school in August.â
âHow much is that going to cost?â
âA lot of it will be covered by Mikeâs law firm. Â The law firm spends a lot of time getting rich and famous people in and out of America, moving dogs to places like Hawaii and Australia for tech billionaires for work from home situations. Â They put part of those hefty legal fees to someone like Rosa â world class representation from someone who couldnât dream of it.â
âThatâs great.â
âIt helps make them all feel better as the partners upgrade their swimming pools, chefâs kitchens and Beemers.â
âIt helps Rosa, thatâs all that matters.â
âTrue.â
âSo besides visiting, what can I do?â
âBe you. Â Rosa needs to know she has you on her side. Â She saw what that meant coming here.â
âShe has us on her side. Â And sheâll always have that.â
âIf I can hold up my side, we should be good.â
âYou, me, lawyer Mike, translator Nestor, side-hustle Dorie and that fancy pen your Mom bought you â Rosaâs got her team.â
He hoped she did.  Kensi had so much invested in this. So did he.
#cowboymitchell#NCIS: Los Angeles#NCIS: LA#head canon#NCIS Los Angeles#ncis la#kensi blye#marty deeks
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Happy News
***********
âSo, I see youâve been taking some crime fighting tips from me.â Eric grinned at Deeks.
âIâm sorry.â Deeks tilted his head. âWhat was that?â
âThe flashbang pin. You have one with you everyday. You must be going through a lot of them.â
âOh, thatâŚâ
âNo need to thank me. Iâm glad I could help you out.â
âNo, no, Eric. Thatâs not it. I havenât been using flashbangs.â
âOh, you havenât?â His disappointment was obvious as his face fell. âI just assumed⌠I guessâŚâ
âItâs okay, Eric. Itâs actually been the same pin everyday. And itâs not one I used.â
âWho used it?â
Deeks smiled and looked down that the pin in his hand. âItâs from Kensi. We were in the field and she was inspired to⌠propose.â
Ericâs eyes brightened and a smile formed across his face. âPropose? Marriage?! Like, you mean⌠Kensi asked for you to marry her?!â
âYeah, thatâs pretty much what happened.â
âWow. Thatâs amazingâ
âYeah, it was. I mean, at first it really caught me off guard. We had talked about getting married and I even tried proposing to her a bunch of times, but it never worked out because of bad timing or one of us being unconscious.. I guess she just got to a point where she was ready right then and there and not having an actual ring wasnât going to stop Kensi Blye.â
Eric laughed. âNo, that definitely wouldnât have stopped her.â
âItâs funny, because I know itâs just a flashbang pin⌠but I havenât wanted to let go of it. The whole thing was just so perfectly her and it makes me happy everytime I see it.â
âYou know, I was excited to see it because I thought it meant something else, but thisâŚâ Eric smiled. âThis is so much better. Iâm really happy for you two.â
âThanks, Beale. We havenât told too many people because things have been so crazy around here, but it feels good to finally tell someone.â
âThis is really happy news. And we definitely could use some of that around here,â Eric said.
âThatâs for sure.â
âBy the way, if you guys are interested, Iâve been learning the bagpipes and Iâd loveâŚâ
âLet me stop you right there, Beale.â
âCome on, hear me out. Imagine Kensi walking down the aisle accompanied by...â
âNo, no, no. If there are bagpipes at our wedding, Kensi might come after you with a flashbang.â
************
âHe finally asked you?â Talia squealed as Kensi showed off the ring on her left hand.
âWell, not exactly.â
âSo what exactly happened? You guys have been talking and acting like youâre engaged for months but this is the first time Iâve seen the ring.â
Kensi laughed. âWell, what exactly happened is⌠I asked him.â
âHaha holy shit, thatâs amazing! I wish I could have been there to see the look on his face!â
âHe was pretty stunned and at first he was not into it. You know, him being the guy and wanting to be the one proposing.â
âItâs not like he didnât try before,â Talia said. âMultiple times, in fact.â
âYeah, but one of those times shouldnât count because he didnât have a ring and another time shouldnât count because I was in a freaking coma.â
âExcuses. So this time you just did it and didnât let him say no?â
âYup.â Kensi smiled. âI got down on one knee and everything.â
âWell, I couldnât be more happy for you guys. And I couldnât be more excited for the bachlorette party.â
âWhat makes you think Iâm having one?â Kensi asked.
âBecause Iâm the one whoâs gonna plan it.â
âWow, okay. I donât know whether to be scared or excited.â
Talia winked at her friend. âProbably both.â
**********
Deeks and Kensi walked into the armory, finding Nell and Callen already there. Nell gave them a huge smile.
âSo, you guys are telling people now?â Nell whispered excitedly.
Kensi just held up her left hand and smiled.
âThatâs wonderful! Congrats to the future Mr. and Mrs. Deeks!â
Deeks laughed. âThanks, Nell. But just so you know, we might turn out to be Mr. and Mrs. Blye.â
Kensi smacked Deeks on the arm and he feigned being hurt.
Nell reached for Kensiâs left hand and stared at the ring. âNice job, Deeks. Itâs beautiful.â
Callen was still engrossed in clean his weapon when Nell turned to him. âDid you hear the happy news?â
âWhat was that?â Callen asked, without looking up.
âKensi and Deeks are engaged! Isnât that exciting?â
He looked up at all of them. âI thought you two were already engaged.â
âNo, of course not. Not yet,â said Kensi.
âYou can understand my confusion on the subject. You two have been talking about it for awhile. Hell, youâve been acting like youâre married for years.â Callen smirked.
Deeks smiled. âWe learned from you and Sam.â
Kensi smacked him again. âWeâve been talking about it, but it hasnât been official until recently.â
âWell, congratulations, you two. And just to show how much you mean to me, Iâll tell you for sure that there is a greater than fifty percent chance that I might be at your wedding. As long as it doesnât cut my being away from other people time.â
âThanks, man,â Deeks said. âComing from you, that strangely means a lot.â
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âI owe you a congratulations.â Sam clapped Deeks on his back.
âOh⌠you heard about that?â
âI saw the ring.â Sam smiled. âYouâre not the only one who can detect around here.â
Deeks laughed. âYeah, I guess not. Thanks, man.â
âYouâre welcome.â
âLook⌠Iâm sorry we didnât tell you in person. I was justâŚâ
Sam held up his hand. âI know. Itâs okay.â
âIt was so soon after and we didnât want to be insensitiveâŚâ
âDeeks, seriously, itâs okay. I appreciate the concern, but you shouldnât let what happened stop you from being happy about good things in your life.â
He sighed. âYeah, I know. I know thatâs not what you really need from us.â
âItâs also not what Michelle would have wanted either.â
âIt just⌠it sucks so much. You and Michelle were always so supportive of mine and Kensiâs relationship and I wish she was here to share this news with.â
Sam ran his hand along his jaw. âI wish that everyday about a lot of things.â
âIâm sorry.â
âMe too. But, again, I want you two to be happy. Michelle and I started out the same way you guys did, and we always knew that life was short and unpredictable and because of that we made the most of the time we had. It would honor her if you two did the same.â
Tears formed in Deeksâs eyes. His heart broke for his friend who lost his wife and for their children who lost their mother. Nothing about it felt fair or right. A strong, beautiful, kind woman was gone forever and they were all powerless to stop it from happening. Deeks longed to be able to help his friend through this time, but there wasnât much that could be done. The only thing he could do is exactly what Sam had said. Honor Michelle with a life well lived.
Deeks placed his hand on Samâs shoulder. âThanks, friend. Thatâs exactly what weâll do.â
************
Kensiâs brow furrowed as she looked down at her buzzing phone. She kept getting phone calls from a blocked number. She was reluctant to answer, especially since no one should be calling her on her work phone from a blocked number. She had thought a few times before of maybe asking Nell or Eric to trace the calls.
But the easiest way to find out was just to answer it, right?
âHello?â
âItâs about time. Youâre starting to make me feel a little unwanted, Agent Blye.â
Kensi recognized the gruff voice right away. Although it sounded weaker than she remembered. âGranger?â
âIâm glad you havenât forgotten about me.â
âNo, of course not,â Kensi said. âI mean, you just disappeared and weâve been worried.â
âIâm taking care of myself. Donât worry.â
âI donât doubt you can take care of yourself, sir. But according to Hetty, youâre not well.â
âIâve lived a full life,â Granger said. âNone of us live forever. Especially not me, after all Iâve put myself through. Iâm lucky Iâve made it this far.â
âWell, I would have liked to say good bye. All of us would have.â
âIâm sorry about the way I went about it, but there were some important things I wanted to make sure got done.â
âYou had to see your daughter,â Kensi said.
âYes. We only just found each other. It doesnât seem fair that we wonât get to know each other like I wanted to. But I have some time left and I want to spend it with her.â
âI understand.â
Granger coughed. âSo Iâve been trying to call because I understand that a congratulations are in order.â
Kensi smiled. âHow did you know?â
âI have my ways.â
âWell, thank you. Itâs been a long time coming and we couldnât be happier. Except Iâd love it if you could be there for the wedding. We both would have.â
âI would have liked that too.â
âI know you and I havenât always seen eye to eye, but you were friends with my dad and you were someone he could turn to when he was in trouble.â Her voice began to crack and she cleared her throat. âI canât tell you how much that means to me.â
âHe did the same for me.â
âI wish⌠I wish you and I could have had more conversations about him. I never really thought about it when we had the time.â
âI would have liked that. I know Don would have too.â
âI hate that he wonât be at my wedding,â Kensi said. âSame goes for you too.â
âDon would have been the happiest father of the bride in the world. I know he would have given Deeks a hard time, but he would have been happy for you two. Deeks is a good man and Don would have seen that.â
âYeah, I know.â Kensi laughed despite the tears in her eyes. âSometimes I think about how funny it would be if they could have met.â
âThat would have been a sight to see.â Granger laughed weakly and then coughed a few times.
âAre you alright?â
âYes and no. I should let you go,â he said. âI think Iâve bothered you long enough.â
âNot at all. Iâm glad I finally answered your call.â
âMe too.â
âPlease⌠feel free to call again⌠if you feel up to it,â Kensi said.
âIâll do my best. But for now I think we should say our goodbyes.â
More tears flowed down her cheeks. âItâs been a privilege knowing you, Granger. I miss you and so does everyone else.â
âItâs been an honor knowing you and your father.â His gruff voice sounded gentle and kind. âYou would have made him proud. I know Iâm proud of you.â
âThank you, Owen.â
âGoodbye, Kensi.â
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Companions react to an injured Sole
***And. Here. We. Go.***
Cait(Platonic) : Cait was full of adrenaline when they, took down the last few raiders, she swung her bloody bat over her shoulder, and turned to face sole, who had a hand covering their left eye grimacing blood seeped between their fingers, âHoly shite..â Cait muttererd walking towards the other, âThey got you good..â, she reached into her pocket and handed Sole some bandages and a stim, she nudged their shoulder with her bat, as they patched themselves up, âYou werenât completely shitty out there.â she smiled with a wink before walking off.Â
Cait (Romantic) : âMotherfucker..â Cait swore as she walked towards Sole with a mix of concern and anger, âFucking raiders..â She cussed as she reached sole, and placed her hand over soles, âLemme see..â She said softly, as she slowly moved soles hand away from their bloodied eye, âShite..â Cait felt a twinge in her chest, as she thumbed away the droplets of blood as sole winced, âCâmon letâs fix you up and, then maybe we can find a place to rest..â Cait smirked slightly pushing back soles sweaty hair, with a reassuring squeeze of their hand.
Synth!Codsworth (Platonic) : Codsworth took a shaky breath when they had finally taken down the offending Gunners,âWell that was certainly invigorating.â He said as he wiped at his damp brow with a handkerchief, âDonât you think so Mum/Sir?â When he heard no response, he turned around, âMum?Sir?â He looked around the abandoned lot feverishly until he heard a weak, âIâm here Codsworth.â he sees a pair of legs sticking out behind a dumpster, he quickly rushes over and the scene, and before him makes, his new stomach churn. Soles leg was warped at an odd angle, obviously broke, while they looked up at him with a grimace like smile.Â
âOh dear..â He breathed kneeling down at their level, âThis doesnât look very good..â He whispered looking at the limp, âYeah I can testify for that Cods..â
He winced âMy apologies Mum?Sir...â he frowned, â Iâm afraid Iâm not versed in the art of resetting bones, I donât think itâs a good idea we should get you back to Miss Curie..How to get you there is the question..â he muttered to himself.
A figurative light bulb when off in his head, he reached into his satchel where he carries supplies and such, didnât hold as much as his compartment as a Mister Handy but it was sufficient. He took a roll of bandage, and took thin planks of wood they were planning on using for scrap, âThis should make a good splint no?â He finagled with the tools before putting it together as gently as he could, before helping sole to their feet.Â
âDonât worry Mum/Sir weâll get you back in a jiffy, and youâll be good as new...â
Synth!Codsworth (Romantic) : Codsworth hands fluttered over Soleâs leg, he was much too afraid to touch them, let alone fix their damaged leg, he didnât want to hurt them, and he didnât want them to feel any unnecessary pain. âOh darling...â He said reaching out to cup their cheek, âIâm rather useless theses situations.â He chewed his lip nervously, âI promise Iâll get you back safe and sound.â Â
If Sole is light enough for Codsworth to carry, he would gladly carry them all the way back the the settlement, however if itâs beyond his strength, heâll proceed with the splint and bare most of Soles weight.Â
Curie (Platonic/Romantic): âMadam/Monsieur I do believe that is all of them.â She said holding her pistol close to her chest, âYup I think itâs safe we should move on I bet they are gettin--â Curie turned around to see Sole upper arm bleeding with their shirt slightly torn. âOh! Madam/Monsieur youâve been hit!â Sole looked at their arm but didnât didnât seem as concerned as Curie, âOh yeah the bullet kinda of grazed me, it okay Iâll patch myself up when we get back to the Red Rocket.â
âNon infection is much more likely to set in if itâs not treated immediately!â Sole opened their mouth to assure Curie that they would be fine in the hour it took them to get back to the Red Rocket but they could deny them with that determined expression of theirs.
âAlrighty.â They said beginning to remove their shirt, Curie looked significantly happier and she looked through her bag for the proper supplies, âMerci, it should only take a moment.âÂ
Danse (Platonic): Danse and Sole were deep in the Wastes when they were attacked by a pack of wild dogs. Danse had just put down the last mutt and sighed he didnât enjoy hurting animals, but its mind had been poisoned by radiation and it needed to be put down.Â
âDanse I could use some help ...â came the stifled voice Sole, he turned around to see Sole sitting against a rock, holding their leg.
He jogged over glancing down at Sole, âAre you able to stand solider?âÂ
âYeah Yeah..Help me up and Iâll be fine.â Danse hosted them to their feet, âStim please?â They said giving Danse a look, and the Paladin gave a start, before searching his compartment before he found a stim.Â
After the injection they sighed, favouring their leg, âCome on letâs go Iâll be okay, letâs keep moving.â Danse tired to hide his concern and nodded he keep and eye on him.
Danse (Romantic): Danse felt the panic rise in his chest when he examined the bite wound on Soles leg, âYou're going to need a dose of Radaway the mongrel was riddle with radiation, we should clean the wound before infection sets in itâs critical--â
âDanse?â They said stopping him in his rant by touching his cheek, âIâll be fine we can do that all at Red Rocket I just need a stim.â Danse shook his head, âI donât advise putting weight on the leg even with treatment.â He said taking out the stim and administering it.
Sole couldnât conceal their smile, âYou could always carry me?â They teased and Danse paused for a moment, before nodding âOutstanding idea cadet.â Before Sole could protest they were hoisted into his arms they made a noise of protest, before shaking their head, âIâm one of the luckiest people in the Commonweath..â They pressed a kiss to his cheek causing him to blush furiously.
Deacon (Platonic): âGood shot Boss!â Deacon exclaimed as the last Gen 1 went down, he wiped the sweat from his glistening noggin, and turned to see a grinning Sole clutching at their side, scorch makers around their hand. âHoly shit did they getcha?â He said walking over, to the nodding vault dweller.
âIâm good Deeks donât worry.â They said moving their hand as it trembled slightly, âAw câmon lemme see canât be that bad now canât itâ Sole gave him an indignant look, before pulling their tattered shirt up revealing an angry looking burn.Â
âOuch.â He said with a grimace as he poked the edge of it with his finger causing sole to recoil, âOw! Fuck man why did you do that?â they yelled at him, âWhat? I was just making sure it wasnât that bad remember?â The pulled down their shirt and scowled, and Deacon laughed at their expression, âOkay snapping suzan herâs a stim, wanna a lollipop?âÂ
âGo fuck yourself Deacon.â They grumbled, and then their was a pause, âYes.â Which caused Deacon to burst out laughing.
Deacon (Romantic): âNow seriously letâs check this out okay?â Deacon said pulling them to the side, âIt fine Deacon itâs nothing a stim can fix.â
âAw câmon donât be such a baby lemme see.â They sat on the ground crossed legged and Sole slowly took of their shirt wincing slightly Deacon bite his lower lip before giving them the stim and pulling out the bandages, gently wrapping their torso before placing a kiss on their chest. âAll better!â he exclaimed.
âDeacon your a dweb...â As they blushed slightly
Dogmeat: Dogmeat licked the small wound he had on his back leg from the Mirelurk, the larger creature appeared so quickly he didnât even notice Sole was down. However his ears perked when he heard someone talking from the a few meters away on the beach, he cocked his head to the side. It was Sole! They were calling for him, bounded in their direction, but when he got to their side, they were leaning against a rock holding their side, his ears flattened against his head as he sniffed the air. Blood. Soles Blood. He whimpered as he walked to their side, placing his muzzle on their leg.
âIâm going to be okay boy, donât worry.â He scratched him behind his ears, reaching in their pack for a stim and some bandages. Dogmeat ears perked slightly before barking at in response to his humans speaking, before licking their cheek, causing them to chuckle.
Hancock (Platonic/Romantic): âFucking sons a bitches..â Hancock removed his blade from the raiders throat and wiped it on his pants, âYou doinâ okay trouble?â He said calling out for the Sole survivor.
âYeah Iâm great..â They said limping into the room holding their, âUntil the fucking raider decided to come at me with a fucking screwdriver.â They sat down in a beat up chair.
Hancock didnât know whether to laugh or be concerned so he did both, âShit.â He searched his pocket for something to take the edge off, âThis should help yeh sister.â They pried the screwdriver from their leg with a groan and tossed it to the ground, âThanks man..â They injected themselve (or declined) before snorting, âFunny thing is the loser fell down the stairs seconds after.â Hancock laughed âDeath fitting for a raider..â
He ruffled their hair and hugged them from behind, âOnly you would get attack with a  screwdriver Trouble..Only you.â
Macready (Platonic): âDamn Gunners..â Mac grumbled putting down his rifle, âThatâs all of them hopefully..â He looked around for sole and saw them slumped against the way, his blood rain cold and he slowly walked over his feet were not working and he couldnât even call out their name.
When he finally reached them he felt a burst of relief, âHey..â they said âFucking moron hit me with a baseball bat can you believe it I was a little dizzy for a second Iâm okay now.âÂ
They slowly got to their feet and gave him a look, âYou okay Mac? Looks like a you saw a ghost?â Maccready shook his head and put his rifle over his shoulder, âYeah Iâm good letâs get out of this stupid place before more show up.â He swallowed the concern he didnât know he had.
Macready (Romantic):  Mac let out a shuddering breath when he saw them mostly fine besides a bruise his heart quickened as he sat down next to them holding them in his arms, âDumbass you nearly gave me a fricking heart-attack call out for me next time will yeah.â
âSole petted the back of Macâs head filling the guilt rise in their rest, âIâm sorry Iâm fine really a taught the asshat a lesson,â gesturing to the bashed corpse to their left, Mac snorted and leaned in to kiss them as they got their bearings.
Preston (Platonic): âShit General..â He whispered as he walked towards the hobbling sole, Super mutant ambushed and he lost track of the vault dweller, âAre you okay?â
Sole nodded, âFucking damn tripped over a damn curb running from a mutant hound..â They shook their head, âI can see it now, Vault Dweller death by asphalt, I took a stim itâs just sore nothing broken.â They smiled at Preston, âLetâs get to that settlement though.â
Preston glanced at their leg before nodding with a slight smile, âAfter you General.â
Preston (Romantic): Preston laughed at their comment but shook his head, his heart rate slowing down after he saw them hobbling over, âYeah that be some headline...â He agreed that they had to get to the settlement but they should stop and look at the wound before heading out.
âHey..â He took their hand, âLetâs make sure everything okay before we go..â
âPreston itâs fine rea--â They were cut off when they were lifted off their feet, âJesus!â They exclaimed before chuckling slightly âMinutemen to the rescue again.â Before planting a kiss of his forehead.
Piper (Platonic): âDamn Blue donât run off--â Piper stopped glancing at the sheepish Sole clutching their arm, âWhat the hell happened?!â She said looking exasperated.
âUh..So I wanted into the room and guess what? Their a Glowing Feral wasnât expecting that heh..â removed their arm to show the festering slash, âGot me good...â
Piper sighed, âYou need a Doctor Blue câmon..â Sole protested, âItâs okay Iâll take a some Radaway and a Stim Iâll be fine Pipes really.â They urged her.Â
"Your worse then my sister sometimes..â Sole stuck out their tongue.
Piper (Romantic):Â âYou're not getting off that fast..â Piper made sure things were safe before settling down, and looking at the wound more closely, she cleaned it, strapped the Radaway to her upper arm as it drained into her body, gave her a stim and bandaged the wound.
âTheyâre your done yessh Blue, did you do a a number on yourself.â Sole grinned up at Piper, âDidnât know you were such a great nurse Pipes.â They leaned to kiss her but Piper pressed to finger to their lips, they made a surprised sound.
âNo kissing until you promise to not run ahead before we check the place okay?â Sole grumbled.
âFine...â Their tune changed as they were rewarded with a kiss.
Nick (Platonic): Nick took put his gun make in his holster when he shot down the last mole-rat, âGoodness, they came outta nowhere didnât they?â He said rubbing the back of his neck with his metal and before reaching for a cigarette inside his coat pocket, before turning around to Sole hiding their arm behind their back with an odd expression on their face.
âEverything okay kid/doll?â he said giving them an odd look as the smoke wafted out the cavity in his head. âYeah everything fine? We should fine someplace to stay the night itâs gettin--âÂ
âWhy are you hidingâ you arm behind your back?â He said with a raised eyebrow of concern obviously noticing Sole attempt at deflection, âIs somethingâ wrong?âÂ
Sole sighed, shoulders drooping slightly as they revealed their arm, it was bloodied and the fabric of their sleeve was torn, it was now obviously that a Mole-rat at taken a bit out of them during the the scrimmage.Â
Nickâs yellow eyes widened slightly and he removed his hands from pockets, âGoodness kid, that thing took a nasty bite outta you.â He reached in his pocket a took a stim, rad-a-way and some bandages, âCâmere kid lemme see.âÂ
Sole and Nick ended up sitting on the side of the middle of no where while, Sole fidgeted and Nick patched them up. âCome on Sole stay still, Iâm almost done.â Sole sighed as Nick fastened the bandage around their wrist, âThis so embarrassing I should have been being paying attention.â They sighed looking at their sore wrist.
âAww donât beat yourself up kid/doll, we all have our moment.â He put a hand atop their head and gave them some soft pats, âNow letâs fine that shelter hmm?â
Nick (Romantic): Nick slowly rolled up their sleeve, and looked over the wound, âThis might hurt a little bit darlinâ..â He gently cleans the mole rat bite and bids the wound to stop the bleeding.
âThanks Nicky..â they said softly placing a soft kiss on Nick's rough cheek, the clockwork detective slowly smiled and gave their hand a tight squeeze, âAnythinâ for you darlinââ he kissed the crown of their head.
Strong: Strong huffed and bent down to pick up the pipe-pistol from one of his brothers hands, wiping the blood of with his other hand, he turned around to see the human clutching their face.Â
âBah! Did human get hurt? Did brother hit human with stick?â He shouted at sole, Sole removed their hand showing a reddened welt, âYeah Strong I was hit.â they said tiredly.Â
Strong grumbled, âHuman need to duck faster, Super Mutant no slow.â
âIâll keep that in mind buddy.â
X6-88 (Platonic): X6-88 adjusted his sunglasses on his nose, and turned to face Sole who was limping around the corner, a bullet wound in their upper thigh, X6 hostler his gun before speaking, âYou should clean that up maâam/sir. It could get infected quickly.âÂ
âYeah I will donât worry, we should get on the move first.â They said looking around before moving forward. âWhatever you say maâam/sir.â He wasnât going to baby them, they were a grown adult.
X6-88 (Romantic):Â âThe area is secure it would only take a few moments to clean and patch up the wound.â Sole couldnât really gage X6 expression from behind his sunglasses, but they had learned so far in their relationship that he didnât suggest thing he didnât think vital.Â
âOkay okay.â They said sitting down on near by bench taking out a stim and some bandages, X6 sat next to them and held the tools while Sole patched themselves up.
#fallout 4#fallout companions react#nick valentine#piper wright#cait#curie#codsworth#danse#deacon#maccready#john hancock#dogmeat#preston#injured#fluff#cuddles#angst#blood#weapons#raiders#violence#16+#synth!codsworth#strong#x6-88#sorry this took forever guys
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Weâre All Right
A/N: So, I don't have any children, but writing this story felt like giving birth. Holy cow. It took waaaay longer than I thought and every time I thought I was done I went back and changed something MAJOR which took a zillion hours to work in. It was frustrating and annoying and I am SUPER pleased with how it turned out. It kind of went to a different place than I anticipated and I think it worked out for the best. Post âPayback.â
Get to her.
The words had been burning inside him all day but now they roared in his ears so loudly he couldnât hear anything else. Nothing, until she screamed his name.
 He burst through the door and his eyes found her face, saw the blade pressed against her throat. He was barely aware of his finger hitting the trigger and then he was on his knees, ripping away her bindings and all he could focus on was if she was okay. Was she okay?
Yes. She was. She was all right. She had bitten her tongue, literally, not figuratively. Ferris, or as Deeks would refer to him from now on, âthat assholeâ, had definitely gotten an earful from her at some point during her captivity, of that he was certain.
He heard Callen come through the doorway, saw the uncertainty, the vulnerability in his partnerâs eyes. She didnât want them to see her like this, strapped to a wheelchair, at the mercy of someone else. It was not the âfirst day backâ impression she wanted to leave the team with. It wasnât the comeback she deserved.
So he rescued her for the second time that day, in the best way he knew how, with his glib tongue. He didnât even wait to see if Callen and Sam heeded his instructions to leave them alone, he just pulled her into his arms and it was like the world came crashing back into focus.
He breathed. She breathed. They were all right.
âYouâre sure he didnât hurt you?â Deeks finally asked when he managed to pull himself away, his eyes traveling her frame, looking for any sign of trauma.
âA few bumps and bruises. I had him on the ropes an hour ago but then his friends showed up,â she told him, rubbing at the red marks on her wrist where sheâd been tied to the chair.
âThose damn spooks multiply like rabbits,â he muttered, finally looking at Ferrisâ crumpled form. âWhatâd you get him with?â
âBox cutter.â
He shook his head. âThatâs my girl.â
âIt was a lot less than he deserved for threatening to cut my leg off.â
She said them casually but the words were nearly his undoing. His eyes slid shut and the breath left his lungs. After all sheâd been through, to have that be Ferrisâ parting shotâŚâIâm sorry,â he said hoarsely. âI should have been here.â
âIâm okay,â she told him. âDeeks, look at me. Iâm all right. He didnât do it. We didnât let him. We made it. Weâre all right.â
He inhaled. She was so much braver than he was. âCome on. Letâs get you out of here.â
He helped her to her feet and then frowned.
âWhatâs wrong?â she asked.
âNot close enough.â He lifted her off the floor, cradling her into his chest.
âDeeks!â she laughed as he maneuvered them through the house around dead bodies and debris. âI can walk! Iâm fine.â
âI know. But I like having you this close.â
She continued to protest as they walked out the door, but he could tell from the way her fingers toyed with the curls at the nape of his neck that she was perfectly happy and comfortable with her position in his arms.
He settled her into the passenger seat and grabbed a handful of napkins, dousing them with water from a half filled bottle before he got behind the wheel. âHere,â he leaned over and gently wiped away the blood that covered his partnerâs chin. âYou want some ice for your tongue?â
âWhen we get home.â She frowned and reached for his hand. âBabe, what happened?â
He hadnât noticed the bruising on his knuckles, hadnât even felt it until now. âOh, I uh, I may have hit Sabatino.â
âMay have?â
âYou were missing. What was I supposed to do? Wine and dine him until he gave it up?â
âSounds like you all had fun while I was gone. What else happened?â
âI threw a chair,â he said guiltily. As his mind flicked through the events of the hours sheâd been missing it barely felt real, almost like heâd been someone else. The rest of the world had ceased to exist in a way heâd only experienced once before, when sheâd been missing halfway across the globe. Heâd been completely absorbed in finding her and now that he looked back on his actions he could see theyâd been erratic and uncontrolled. But he couldnât honestly say he regretted any of them.
âBaby!â
âActually it was two chairs. And I told Hetty if anything happened to you it would be on her.â
He watched his partnerâs jaw drop. âLetâs be honest, sheâs had that one coming since she sent you to Afghanistan.â
He didnât feel bad about it. Not after all the ways Hetty had screwed them over the years. Theyâd all looked the other way one too many times and he was done. The cost was too high.
âIâm so sorry,â Kensi said.
âYouâre sorry? Iâm sorry. Iâm the one who let that asshole kidnap you. If I had been thereââ
âNo,â Kensi told him firmly, âyou are not blaming yourself for this. We have to stop doing that and put the blame where it really belongs.â
Deeks raised his eyebrows. âKensâŚâ
âItâll be good for us. Iâll start,â Kensi thought for a moment, âI personally would like to blame the Syrian insurgents who dropped a helicopter on my leg. Because if they hadnât done that I wouldnât have met Ferris in rehab. See? Easy.â
âI can blame anyone I want?â Deeks asked.
âAs long as itâs not you or me.â
âOkay, then I would like to blame Hetty for sending you to Afghanistan in the first place. Because if she hadnât done that, then you wouldnât have been kidnapped the first time or the second time.â
âWow, you really do have some pent up anger about that huh?â
His eyes narrowed. âYou have no idea.â
âFine, helicopters and Hetty. That works for me.â
âHelicopters and Hetty,â he echoed quietly. It sat well with him. Finding a place to send the blame shifted some of the weight on his shoulders.
âSo,â she looked up at him coyly, the mood in the car going to a lighter, happier place. âI bet you were pretty sexy throwing those chairs.â
âMaybe a little sexy. You would have to ask Callen and Sam. Ooh,â he winced. âActually I wouldnât ask Callen anything right now.â
âWhatâs wrong with Callen?â
âJoelle.â
âJoelle?â
âSheâs CIA. Hetty knew.â
âDamn it!â Kensi cried. âI finally get back in the game and I still miss out on everything!â
âYou didnât miss out. You got to take a box cutter to Ferris, which I imagine was pretty therapeutic since beating up bad guys is a hobby for you. You slipped me that earwig while I was in jail, which by the way was very, very hot and slightly disgusting and which we will talk about later.â
âBut I was unconscious half the time. Why did you let Ferris kidnap me?â she whined.
âI thought you said it wasnât my fault!â
âItâs not!â she huffed. âIâm just mad I missed all the fun. God, poor Callen.â
âYeah, worst break-up ever.â
âComfortable?â Deeks asked.
âMmhmmmâŚ.â
Her legs lay across his lap, her fingers entwined with his, her back pressed against him. Theyâd been sitting one the couch for an hour and she kept finding new ways to mold her body even closer to his. It didnât matter that he could barely breathe or that his arm had fallen asleep ten minutes ago. After a day like today there was no such thing as being too close.
âSo, I think we need some new rules,â he told her.
âOkay.â
âNo more helicopters.â
âReasonable.â
âNo more new friends. Weâre good with the ones we have.â
One eye cracked open. âReally?â
âNo more Hetty. Just a blanket ban on anything related to tea or classic Hollywood movies or withholding information vital to the safety and sanity of everyone on the team.â
âDeeks,â she chuckled.
âYouâre laughing, but Iâm serious,â he persisted. âLetâs get you a bubble to live in or, better yet, letâs just go. Letâs go lie on a deserted island beach somewhere and leave all this behind.â
It wasnât the first time heâd suggested it and every time the thought came to him he wanted it more. It didnât even have to be a beach. A mountain or a cave would work, just as long as he had the assurance that she was safe, that they were together, and the world was okay.
 âDeeksâŚwe canât do that.â
âWhy not?â he said, some of his anxiety slipping in through the levity.
âBecause you would hate it. I would hate it. We would drive each other crazy. Â And the team needs us. I know today sucked, that the last eight months have sucked, but we canât just leave.â
He went silent. She turned to look at him, concern in her eyes. âDeeks?â
âI went crazy without you today. Ever since Syria, itâs like I can never really rest. Iâm scared of losing you every second. I thought it would be better now that youâre home and things are better, but itâs not. And then Ferris took you because I wasnât there. You were abducted because of my choices. If I hadnât done what I did to Boyle, or if Iâd come clean to Whiting months ago, I wouldnât have been in that cell when you were taken.â
The words bubbled out before he could stop them. Heâd kept his pain private for so long, but the day had worn down his defenses. He felt raw and exposed and guilty that heâd let his feelings escape.
âI didnât know,â Kensi looked stunned. âWhy didnât you tell me youâd been so afraid?â
âYou had enough going on. I didnât want to add one more thing.â He took a shaky breath, trying to steady himself. He wanted to be a rock for her and tonight he was failing. Just like heâd failed to protect her from Ferris. Just liked heâd failed to protect her from a crashing helicopter.
âBaby,â her face was so full of love and worry, âtell me now.â
It came pouring out. The ache that had lived inside him for months, the terror that gripped him every day. That it was agony to be away from her even as he tried to give her the space she needed to heal. Heâd been shouldering his own burden along with hers and the weight was slowly crushing him to death. âIâm so sorry,â he finally told her, his eyes wet with tears. âIâm sorry I wasnât there. Iâm sorry that I didnât stop this from happening to you.â
âDeeks, this wasnât your fault. None of it. Everything that happened was because of Hettyâs master plan. She would have found some way to take you out of the picture. Helicopters and Hetty remember?â
âOkay, fine, maybe thatâs true, but it doesnât change the fact that I wasnât there today. The thought of you with that psychopath, alone and scaredâŚâ
âI wasnât scared.â
He met her eyes, surprised at the strength and calm he found there. âWhat?â
âI wasnât scared of Ferris. I mean, I was a little freaked out when he started trying to take a saw to my leg. But, I wasnât scared. All this time in rehab, Iâve been afraid I wouldnât be able to come back, that I wouldnât be good enough anymore. But as soon as Ferris put me in that chairâŚI knew I was going to be strong enough. Honestly, you guys showed up too early. Another fifteen minutes and I would have had him.â
âReally?â he asked incredulously.
She smiled at him and suddenly there she was. His Kensi, looking at him for the first time in months. âReally. Iâm back, Deeks.â
He kissed her, his fingers tangling in her hair, even as he felt tears stinging his eyes. He hadnât known if he would ever see her again, the Kensi heâd fallen in love with, but here she was, as if sheâd never been gone. It was as if the sun had finally emerged after months of darkness.
âOkay,â she pulled away and reached for his hands, gripping them firmly. âEnough. Weâre done with this. Done with keeping things from each other so nobody gets hurt, done with struggling, done with being afraid. I canât do it anymore and neither can you.â
Sheâd surprised him again. âWhat uh, what do you want to do?â he asked in confusion.
âLetâs justâŚbe all right. Letâs move on and leave all the helicopters and hospitals and double agents behind us. No matter what else is happening with the team or with Hetty, letâs just decide that weâre all right.â
The relief that swept over him was staggering. He felt free, like he could truly breathe for the first time in months. She was back. He was back. They were back. As awful as today had been, it had become the final push they needed to put their lives back in motion.
âWeâre all right,â he spoke the words, believed them, a grin spreading across his face as she smiled back at him.
The nightmare was finally over.
#NCIS LA#NCIS Los Angeles#Densi#Marty Deeks#Kensi Blye#Payback#We're All Right#Fanfic#Writing#Belly of the Beast#Densi Fanfic#Fanfiction#So much work#This one about did me in#Yikes#Season 8#Helicopters and Hetty
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*PLEASE READ NOTES FIRST*
A/N: I blame this fic completely on those who asked for it and take no responsibility for any resulting nightmares. The original concept is below, and was not my idea. Read at your own risk. This is pure crack fic. I apologize in advance.
Suggested by my dad: Callen and Anna get married as planned, they head for their honeymoon destination, and when they get here (look away if youâre squeamish), Anna peels off her face, and itâs actually Hetty.
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The One with the Clone
âYou know, Iâm surprised Hetty didnât actually come,â Deeks commented quietly to Kensi as they watched Callen and Anna finish their final dance of the night.
âEh, itâs Hetty, sheâs a walking enigma,â Sam said with a half-smile. âIâm sure sheâll pop up when we least expect it.â
âHopefully just not on Callen and Annaâs honeymoon,â Kensi added with a short. Both men turned to her with twin looks of horror.
âWhy would you say that?â Deeks asked.
âItâs funny. You know, thatâs like the worst time possible and Hetty likes to be unpredictable.â She waited, obviously expecting them to join in, her laughter becoming increasingly awkward and forced.
âDeeks, your wife is nuts.â
âHey,â Kensi protested as Sam shrugged apologetically. She turned to Deeks, looking for his support.
âHey, I love you baby, exactly as you are.â
âGee, thanks!â Shaking her head, she leaned into Deeksâ shoulder. âIâm happy for them.â
âYeah, itâs good to see them finally settled after all this time.â
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âSo, what do you want to do first?â Callen asked, drawing Anna into their wedding suite. He couldnât stop smiling, happier than heâd ever recalled. Anna seemed relieved too now that all the wedding drama was over. âWel could go for a walk through the gardens, grab something to eat. Deeks said thereâs a good Mediterranean restaurant nearby or he mentioned another place with and I quote, âamazing pieâ. Actually, Kensi brought up the pie.â
âCallen,â Anna grasped his arms, swaying slightly as she drew him farther into the room. âDo you really want to look at tulips or eat apple pie right now?â she asked him coyly.
âWell, I was more thinking like a French silk since Sam isnât here to glare at me and talk about cholesterol.â
âCallen.â She gave him a playfully reproving look. âWeâre on our honeymoon. We just got married.â She drew him closer, clasping the back of his neck as she kissed him lingeringly. When their lips parted, all thoughts of food had been swept from his mind.
Callen cleared his throat, sliding his hands to Annaâs waist. âYeah, letâs stay in.â
âGood. Iâm going to go change into something lessâŚrestrictive,â she told him, dropping her tone suggestively. With a wink, she slid out of his embrace, grabbing a small carry on bag with her into the bathroom.
Figuring he might as well get comfortably too, Callen shrugged out of his jacket and stripped off his bow tie, sighing in relief. After that he grabbed the room service menu, and put in an order. Then he emptied out his suitcases, which took up a quarter of the small closet and one drawer. He just moved Annaâs bags to the side, knowing better than to mess with her clothes.
âOoh champagne. How fancy,â Anna said, coming up behind him as he filled two glasses. She slid her arms around his waist, pressing her face against his back.
Turning in her embrace, he offered her one of the slender glasses. âI figured this was one time where I clichĂŠ wouldnât hurt.â He clinked his glass against hers. âCongratulations, Mrs. Callen.â
âAnd to you, Mr. Callen.â Anna looped her arms around his neck, drawing him in for another kiss. He slid his free hand down her back, feeling bare skin and lace.
He smiled against Annaâs lip, laughing softly.
âWhat?â
âIâm happy,â Callen answered simply. âProbably happier than Iâve ever been.â
âReally?â Anna asked, sounding uncharacteristically shy.
He cupped her cheeks and kissed her again, putting his whole heart and soul into it. âYes.â
âIn that case, I have a surprise for you,â Anna said, taking a step back.
âOh yeah. Well, if it has anything to do with this, I can get behind it.â He gestured to her negligee.
âNot quite.â Brushing her hair off her shoulders, she pressed her fingertips to her scalp line. Callen frowned in confusion, which quickly turned to horror as she pulled down sharply, peeling skin away from flesh.
âAnna!â he shouted, reaching for her, but she held him off with an upraised hand, peeling away the rest of her face with surprising face. Revealing an entirely different, and horrifically familiar face.
He stumbled back, banging his elbow on a dresser, but he didnât even register any pain. âHetty,â he breathed, eyes wide with shock.
âWhatâs wrong?â she asked, the voice still Annaâs, yet coming from Hettyâs wizened face.
âThis canât be. I must be dreaming.â
âI assure you itâs all real,â Hetty said, stepping forward. When he shied away, she looked hurt, but didnât attempt to move closer. âI thought you. said you were happy.â
âYeah, with Anna, notâŚâ He trailed off and gestured to Hetty. âSo all this time Anna was really you?â
âWell, no, not at first,â Hetty admitted reluctantly. âThe first few years, you know the real Anna, but then once a romance began between you, I felt I needed to intervene.â
âThen whereâs the real Anna? You didnâtâ?â
âOh no, sheâs quite safe on one of my properties.â Hetty seemed to think that would reassure him. âI had to scale back how much I used her after a while because she began getting suspicious.â
âOh my god,â Callen murmured. âNeither of you have been in the same room for years and all this timeâOh god.â
âThat doesnât mean anything need to change between us. Iâve made you perfectly happy,â Hetty continued. âYou just said it yourself.â
âYouâre insane.â Callen shook his head, lurching towards the door.
âWhere are you going?â
âI need to get out of here,â he muttered.
âNo, you canât leave! Weâre on our honeymoon!â Hetty objected, darting at him.
âDonât come near me,â Callen said, raising his head threateningly. Slowly, he backed up, blindly reaching for the door. When he felt the doorknob, he wrenched it open, and threw himself into the hallway.
âGrisha, please come back!â Hetty called desperately after him. âI can still be Anna for you.â
Callen just sped up, certain no amount of alcohol would ever erase the image of Hetty in Annaâs body from his mind.
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A/N: I think this is the first time Iâve written anything romantic for Callen and Anna, so that was weird as well for me. It may just end up sounding like Densi. Although it helps if you read Annaâs lines with her accent.
#ncis la fanfiction#Callen and Anna#densi#Sam#Hetty is insane#crack fic#wedding gone horribly wrong#also kind of horror I suppose#read at your own risk#author takes no responsibility#ejzah fanfiction
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A/N: Sometimes things donât work out the way youâd hope butâŚ
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As she tips her glass back and the tannins from the wine hit her pallete the dirty blonde turns to her best friend and watches her rub her breast for the tenth time tonight, making her brow furrow and curiosity grow. Just when the older woman throws the diamond jewel into the ice-cold Atlantic whatâs been bugging her all night finally clicks in her head. âHey, Kay?â
âYeah?â
âYou know what we should do?â
Taking another sip of wine, Kensi prys her eyes from the screen, meeting the blondeâs. âWhat?â
âTake pregnancy tests.â
Her shoulders deflate and the small buzz that she had a few minutes ago is suddenly gone. Itâs been blissful these last few months without the constant stress over making her body do something that it clearly doesnât want to. As much as she wants to be a mother, sheâs finally starting to adjust to the reality that it may just be her and Deeks for the rest of their lives. Sheâs become a freer version of herself, maybe the freest sheâs ever been because the thought of hanging up their guns and exploring the endless possibilities that the world has to offer, and with himâŚwell, she canât get much happier than that. âWhy?â
âIt couldnât hurt.â She knows she may be overstepping her bounds a little and that her friend has gone through hell the last couple of years, but Mandy can sense something has changed, call it motherâs intuition.Â
âMan, thereâs no way.â
âWhy, have you and Marty not been having sex?â
Her brow furrows in confusion as if thatâs the most ridiculous question she couldâve ever asked because wellâŚit is. âWhat? Of course, we have. We canât keep our hands off each other.â
âOkay, so how long has it been since youâve taken a test?â
âWe agreed that taking a break from trying and scheduling and all that other bullshit was best for right now.â
âYou still didnât answer my question.â
âItâs been about 8 months now.â
âOkay, so maybe your body got the stress relief it needed.â
She looks down at the stem of her glass, fingers nervously fiddling with each other before she takes a deep breath, and meets her friendâs eyes once again, this time unable to stop the tears from filling to the brim. âI donât know if I can take another disappointment.â
âWhat if this time itâs an appointment?â
The huff of laughter that escapes her lips canât be helped. Her husband may be the only one that can get her to laugh in her saddest moments but Mandy is definitely a close second. âWhat?â
âYou know what I mean.â
âAlright, but you better fill my glass to the brim because Iâm more than likely gonna need it.â
They make their way to the bathroom and as Mandy fishes out a box of tests from the drawer, the agent can feel the nervous chill begin to take over her body.Â
With a test in hand, sheâs begrudgingly left alone with her thoughts once again, and as she lets her stream flow onto the thin white stick, it suddenly hits her like a ton of bricksâŚ6 weeks.Â
Placing the stick on the paper towel thatâs laying on the countertop, the agent pulls up her pants and washes her hands, willing herself not to get her hopes up. She looks up, locking eyes with herself in the mirror, and repeats the words she has so many times before. âYou have the life youâre exactly supposed to have. You are loved. You are not a failure. Marty loves you with his whole heart. Youâre happy. Youâre content.â
Thereâs a sudden knock at the door, drawing her out of her daze.Â
Slowly pulling the door open, Mandy takes the test in her hand, begging the universe to be right about this. She places her test next to the other before turning to Kensi and reaching for her hand.
âPlease tell me you washed your hands.â
âOf course I did.â
âCan I tell you something?â A sad smile crosses the brunetteâs face wondering why she let herself do this again. Why would she set herself up for disappointment yet again?
âYou know you can, Kens.â
âI kinda hope itâs negative.â
The blondeâs brow furrows in confusion, this is definitely not what she was expecting. âWhy would you say that?â
âBecause I know what feelings to expect.â She shrugs as the tears begin to fall from her sorrowful mismatched orbs.Â
Shaking her head, the blondeâs arms find their way around her neck, pulling her into a compassionate embrace.
Kensi canât help but sink into the hug. She doesnât let herself get this vulnerable with anyone but her husband and even then she sometimes feels like she has to hold back the anger and resignation that takes over. Of course, he hurts just as much as she does, but the pain isnât the same. Only another woman could truly understand what she feels.Â
Itâs a few minutes filled with welcomed silence before Mandy pulls back, locking eyes with her friend. âOkay, you wanna see if weâll be drinking the rest of the wine tonight or shopping for baby clothes?â
âYou look, I canât.â
 Not letting go of the brunetteâs hand, Mandy, takes a look at her test and lets out a sigh of relief before her eyes land on the test that theyâre really here for. âOhâŚâ
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Opening the front door heâs expecting a little noise, whether that be from the tv or her singing at the top of her lungs and dancing around with Monty. What he wasnât expecting is a silent room and his wife sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the coffee table.Â
A sad smile crosses his face as he tries to determine whatâs exactly going on here. Sitting his keys down on the table, he takes a few steps towards her before she finally snaps out of her trance and meets his eyes. His heart breaks.Â
âOh, my god, baby, whatâs wrong?â
She shakes her head as the tears begin to fall.
âBaby, talk to me.â
âWhen I was Mandyâs tonight, 1-â
âYou what?
âI took a pregnancy test.â
âBaby, I thought we agreed that we were gonna take a break from that for a while.â
âI know. I know. Itâs just she was so adamant about it and-â She starts to cry again.
Taking this as a bad sign, he throws his arm over her shoulders and pulls her into him. âWeâre gonna be okay, you hear me? We have a whole beautiful life together and an endless amount of possibilities. You and me. Thatâs all we need. Weâre perfect the way we areâŚjust the two of us.â
She sniffles, slightly pulling back from their embrace, question written in her red eyes. âSo what, you wanna look into adoption then? Or I guess we could ask one of the girls.â
Heâs perplexed, to say the least. Brow furrowed, he shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. âIâm sorry, what?â
She doesnât say anything rather just looks back to the coffee table where her gaze was when he walked in. âWell, if you donât want our baby.â
âOur-â His eyes stay trained on her as he feels the briefly forgotten hope make itself known. âAre you sure?â
âAs sure as those are.â
Following her line of sight, he looks down at the coffee table, and there laid out in front of them are 4 different types of tests all displaying positive signs. âI canât believe this.â
âI know, me-â
âFour babies!â
She snaps her head towards him, brow pinched but sheâs unable to keep the laughter from escaping her lips seeing the wide-eyed smirk on his face. âYouâre an idiot.â
âYeah, but Iâm your idiot.â Leaning forward, he smiles as his lips touch hers, relishing in this moment. This feeling.Â
They briefly pull back, shared looks of awe and all-consuming love shining in their eyes. âAnd youâre also my baby daddy.â
Shaking his head, he traces her arm and works its way up until heâs cupping her jaw, his thumb moving back and forth across her delicate skin in a soothing motion. There are so many words that he could say but the three that mean the most are all he needs to say. âI love you.â
âI love you.â She closes the small distance between them, placing her lips to his once more.Â
âHow about a little celebration?â
âWhatâd you have in mind, investigator?â
He doesnât need words to express his ideas rather he pulls her into his lap, his fingers finding the hem of her shirt before pulling it up and over her head. When he meets her eyes again, he feels the tears start to pool in his eyes once again. All that you are is all that Iâll ever need.
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Settling down for a bit in England Part 1: "Turn down for What"
My apartment became my own universe. I begin sticking up colorful notes around the house such as "Be Here Now" and quotes for how to live a joyful and happy life. As I mentioned in my previous post, I had moved from leeds to harrogate and thought I had to move again, so I was very happy to stay in one place, I was grateful for the stability. I was creating so many art pieces I was wondering how many more I could stick on the wall before the studio became a seizure inducing collage of psychedelic colours. In the morning these art pieces would make me feel so proud of myself, for these were my little creations. They were like my children made from paper and an arrangement of coloured German pencils, where most of them I had, had bought for me in exchange for food stamps I had traded with a friend a year ago in Santa Cruz, California. I would draw for hours, receiving answers for whatever life challenge was going on for me at the moment, the sounds of drum and bass, house and many other genres blasting through my headphones, healing me, helping me see the bigger picture of my life and reminding me that I've had many challenges before and to love myself. This combined with my dance classes and poetry was the therapy that I needed. During the week, I would spend a good amount of time in Harrogate by myself, It gave me a lot of time to think about my relationships in the past, my doubts, fears and what I want my life to be about, what really matters and how important it is to be self aware because life is short. I couldn't help but think about my mum a lot, feeling guilty often that I was very busy with my life, trying to cope knowing that her time seemed very short. It reminded me to live life to the fullest, to face your fears, to love and have empathy for people because we all have our pains and to just go for it, that I don't need approval from anyone. I also felt quite nostalgic of all the things I had left behind in cali, memories that I had forgotten often flooded my mind, people I'd forgotten about flooding my heart. I let the past be the teacher and used it as a reminder of my strength. What can anybody do too me that hadn't already been done to me. I began to find myself dissatisfied and disturbed by many of my interactions in the world, about how superficial, ignorent, judmental people could be, unwilling to do much reflection. From everything I had dealt with since coming to england and the things I'd overcome even before then I really didn't feel like taking people's shit. Going to the buddist meditation classes helped, reminding me that everyone has there suffering and wants happiness, has many things that go on in their life, to have loving kindness understanding and compassion and as don miguel says "take nothing personally." I really begin to contemplate what happiness was and that I am enough as I am already, that it doesn't matter how you are happy, it could be just sitting by a tree for hours or getting the groceries, as long as you are content is all that matters. Happiness is not determined by circumstances but by a state of being. And I knew that from my circumstances, because I felt happier then I ever had in my life in the present. I was able to fix my electric bike that had broken while I was still living in Burley Park in Leeds. I had to call a locksmith who actuelly came to me to pull the broken half of my key out of the ignition. I was able to get the key copied to my joy! I left my bike for a while and continued going to Language exchanges. This one friend I knew and realized to be a friend,who grew up for a bit in Moracco, France and lived in Spain for a while returned from holiday. Because I had been so inward, I was a bit over excited to be around people. I begin chatting with all types of people, from Egypt, spain, Poland, Japan etc...this was the usuel deal at the exchanges. My old roomate Pablo was also suddenly there with his new flatmates, two of them spanish as well. A hot light skinned, blond dyed haired espanola (Spanish women) was now living in my old room. She told me she had to clean up after me, I had left a random bunch of pinecones around the room. She told me I had left "pineapples" at first because she didn't know the word for "pinecones" exactly in English. This was quite funny. I continued to chat to the other internationals, telling some dude in front of a Spanish bloke the basics of spanish such as "puto madre" (mother fucker), "pornagrafia"(pornagraphy) and many other dinner-time polite words. They weren't completly afraid of my mad antics and invited me to a bar with them. There was also a guy from India I met. We had a discussion about God, Ganesh and the neighborhood dark wizard in his old town. How his friends brother or something like that was doing black magic and would walk down the street and do a little hand signal and barking dogs, would stop barking at him. That was interesting. In the meantime at the same exchange a dude from Syria who has been barred from places for violent acts was recounting some stories. First of all I had left my bag on the floor unattended. This dude works at the airport and so was extra cautious and alerted the bartender because he thought it was a bomb. He said he had to be a good citizen. Such a good citizen that he explained why he had assaulted a man. This italian guy at the exchange had called him a "Syrian terrorist" a few months before after he said the guy was probably old. He cracked this guy over the head with a bottle. He said " I had to do it" I said "no you didn't" he said. I wish he was dead. I then asked this dude when he first starting becoming violent. He got offended that I suggested he was offended and claimed he wasn't, I told him he had hit a guy over the head with a bottle" it still didn't phase him that might be a tad bit violent, just a little..a tiny wincy.. Soon enough we had ditched the exchange, I was wandering with a Spanish dude and Indian dude, we went into a bar and spoke to some girls, I speaking in an outrageous italian accent pretending I was from Italy just for fun. We continued down the street, I kept stopping random people in the street to talk to them, even guessing this girl to German upon sight. I said bye and ran up to my bus to Harrogate to bump into a South African women on the bus I had met before. We begin speaking about how people think they know it all, especially some teachers, because I had been dismissed from a bachata class a week before. She kept saying, if you have skills and think your better then someone else your a "deek" (dick) in her south African accent. The funniest part is when she said this, she would slowly turn her head, spit out the word "deek" and then silently sigh and slowly turn her head while rolling her eyes. She was wearing very fancy clothes for she worked for lawyers, who were also dicks she explained. Everything that came out of her mouth made me laugh a whole bunch. 50 points for South africa
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In season 8 what if there was never a plane crash? What if Kensi never got injured? If all that never happened how do you think Deeks would've proposed to Kensi? Fanfiction idea.
A/N: As usual, Iâm not quite sure this is what you meant, but here is one alternative to the canon proposal. Takes place a few months after the season 8 premiere.
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Where We Began
âBaby, I love that this is a part of our anniversary tradition,â Kensi said, wobbling a little on her rented skates. She was better than a couple years ago, but not as confident as Deeks. Or as fast, she thought as he zipped backwards around the rink once before spinning twice in front of her and finally coming to a stop.
âIt was a magical moment,â Deek commented, barely breathing heavier.
âIt was.â She reached for his hands, instantly feeling steadier with his support. âI just donât get why we couldnât have dinner first.â
âWell, Kensi My Love,â Deeks began. He started guiding her across the ice with in a weaving pattern. âIt was exactly at 2:23 in the afternoon when you stopped me here and suggested we, how did you put it? Go âall inâ?â
She glanced around, realizing that they were in the exact spot, or close enough to where sheâd drawn up every ounce of courage she had. As nervous as Kensi had been, it was the single best decision she ever made.
âYou remember it down to the minute?â Kensi asked, impressed at his attention to detail.
âWell, it might have been 2:25, but essentially. That was an extremely important day for me, for us, so I wanted to remember as much as I could.â He gave her a small grin which she returned.
Kensi looked up at him, studying the way his hair curled softly around his ears, the familiar line of his jaw. There was so much she loved about him. Sliding her hand up his neck, she leaned up on the toe of her skates, hanging on to Deeksâ forearms for balance, and kissed him.
âI have never been happier,â she murmured.
âMe too. .â Deeks released her arms, taking a step back. He suddenly looked a little nervous and drew in a deep breath. âI love you Kensi Marie Blye.
âDeeksâŚâ She lowered her eyebrows, suddenly unsure.
âKensi Marie Blye,â he repeated, reaching into his jacket pocket as he dropped to one knee, opening a box. âWill you marry me.â His voice shook one the last word. Kensiâs froze for a second, eyes catching the sparkle of a diamond.
Kens?â he prompted quietly, maybe a little uncertainly. Even so, he cracked a smile.
âYes,â Kensi answered softly, then more firmly. âYes, Deeks. I will marry you.â She sank yo her knees beside him, ignoring the chill of ice through her jeans, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
âOh, thank god,â he breathed, chuckling. âI had this whole speech planned, but I kind of panicked and forgot it all.â She laughed with him, holding his cheeks as they pressed their foreheads together.
Several people cheered, but Kensi ignored them, pulling Deeksâ mouth back to hers.
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A/N: Iâm not sure I ever mentioned it before, but when my brother-in-law proposed to my older sister, heâd had the ring for about a year and waited for a random night. The night he happened to choose, my sister was sick, wearing old pajamas, and super tired.
#ncis la fanfiction#marty deeks#kensi blye#densi#season 8 au#anonymous prompt#fluff#ejzah fanfiction
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You Can Count On Me
A/N: Chapter 9
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The shaggy blonde is so focused on his girlfriend that he doesnât 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 theyâre back in the same spot at the overlook where they were just a week ago.Â
âWhat are we doing here?â
She turns towards him, that unrecognizable look still swirling in her mismatched eyes. âWell, Iâve been thinking.â
His heart picks up speed when he suddenly realizes what the look on her face earlier could very well be...âYeahhh.â
âAnd what I want more than anything else in this world is to feel safe every day of my life.â
âYou do realize youâre a federal agent, right? One of the most dangerous jobs ever.â
âThatâs not...Iâm not explaining myself right.â
âWell, you can always resort to my form of communication.â He wiggles his eyebrows playfully, semi-kidding but not really.Â
Shaking her head, unable to keep the smile off her face, she leans over the console, bringing her lips to his in a chaste but passionate kiss. âBetter?â
âOh yes, very much so.â
A sudden burst of nervousness washes over her and she looks down at her left hand, imagining what it would be like to have a ring there and not just any ring, his ring. âWhat I was trying to say is that I want to feel safe every day of my life in all aspects. I feel so safe with you as my partner. And I know safe is such a mundane word but to me safe means you. You make me feel like Iâm the most precious thing in the world. Like everyday you wake up next to me is better than the last. You have my back no matter what just like I have yours. And as cliche as it sounds, when weâre curled up together in bed or just on the couch and your arms are around me...in my mind its just you and I existing together. You challenge me in a way that no one ever has before and itâs one of the reasons I love you so much and...â
âKens?â
Thereâs a hint of desperate hope in his voice, which is strangely calming to her. She finally lets herself look up and when her eyes meet his cerulean blues everything in her is telling her that this is the right choice. âWhat it all comes down to is this...thereâs nothing more I want in this world than to grow old and grey with you. So if your offer still-â
He doesnât give her time to finish her sentence before his hand finds the back of her neck and heâs pulling her towards him. His lips find hers, but she suddenly pulls back making him whimper. He curiously watches her, wondering the cause of her actions when she gracefully maneuvers through the two seats into the back, tugging him along with her. The fact that theyâre parked in a not so private place is the last thing on either of their minds especially once she straddles his lap and his hands find the hem of her tee, ridding her of the white piece of cloth. Good thing NCIS sprung for the extra tinted windows.Â
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The past week has been filled with a happiness that neither of them can describe. Who knew that officially being engaged would bring this type of euphoria into their lives. Ever since Kensi took him back to that outlook and finally said yes to his proposal everything and nothing has changed at the same time. Theyâve been more touchy ever since and definitely happier. A huge challenge that theyâve come across the past week however is having to go into character around the guys at work.Â
There have been a couple of instances where they thought the charade was up but it turned out that their coworkers were oblivious as to what was going on around them...which is quite concerning if you think about it.Â
The week of bliss had been shattered when a marineâs young daughter goes missing. Kensi was suddenly lost in the past and the similarities of the story playing before them was to her own.Â
As she and Marty step onto her front lawn after walking home from school, they both immediately feel something in the air shift. Sharing a look, they quicken their pace, taking the front porch steps 2 at a time.Â
Marty swiftly pulls the screen door open, ushering his best friend inside before the sound of soft sobs fill the room around them. They both all but throw their things onto the ground before finding Roberta in the living room, her arms wrapped around Julia comforting her as best as she can.Â
âWh-whatâs going on?â The shaggy blonde 17 year old speaks up as his best friend finds his hand, already preparing herself for the worst.Â
Roberta looks up, tears in her eyes. âIâm so sorry, sweetheart, itâs your dad.âÂ
âNo!â The brunette shakes her head vigorously. âNo!â
âWhat happened?â
âHis helicopter was shot down.â
Heâs already prepared for her to collapse in his arms, hell heâs surprised heâs still standing himself. But instead of tears, the young brunette just screams in denial once again before running out the front door.Â
Without thought Deeks chases after her, running out the door as he calls out to her. He doesnât know why he thought sheâd stop. He sees the direction sheâs going and immediately knows where sheâs running off to.Â
A few minutes later his flip flop bound feet hit the wooden dock as the echo of her whimpers break his heart. Slipping off his shoes, he takes a seat right next to her, his arm winding around her shoulders as he pulls her into his body.Â
Her fingers find the cotton of shirt, grabbing on for dear life. Itâs not until he feels her tears seep through the fabric that he finally lets himself break down as well. Donald Blye was more of a father to him than his own and thereâs nothing in this world thatâs going make the pain go away.Â
His lips find the top of her head, knowing that heâs going to do everything in his power to make sure she makes it out of this, but for now he will grieve with her, because thatâs what you do when you love someone.Â
As the arrests are made and Amanda is reunited with her father, Deeksâ attention shifts to his fiancĂŠe. Heâs seen how lost she was today, who could blame her considering what she went through with her own father. The case brought up memories for himself, but nothing compared to what he knows is going on inside his partnerâs head.Â
Walking up next to her, it takes everything in him not to pull her in his arms. Her focus doesnât move away from the marine and his daughter as they embrace, and share apologies. The tears forming in her eyes is unmistakable and considering their coworkers are focused on other things he lets his facade slip a little. âThinking about your dad?â
âYeah.â She nods, unable to look at him otherwise her tears might fall.Â
Theyâre sitting at the table eating lunch, actually eating might be a bit of an overstatement. Itâs been 6 weeks since they got the news about Don. 6 weeks of tears and regrets along with denial. It was only 3 days after the news until Marty and Roberta found themselves living in the Blye residence once again.Â
Both mother and son knew that moving in to take care of their respective best friends was the only option. So here they are, sitting in silence, trying as best as they can not to breakdown.Â
A sudden knock at the door pulls the four out of their haze. Marty wipes his mouth and quickly stands. âIâll get it.â
Walking to the front door, he can see the top of an official marineâs hat peaking through the door window. Dread fills the young manâs body, already sensing that this is the official house call, the one that confirms their worst fears.Â
He reaches for the door knob, his head falling in defeat thinking about the hole Kensi is going to go further down. God he wishes he could take this pain away...heâd do anything. Sheâs been so beside herself especially considering the last time that she ever talked to her dad they were fighting.Â
Begrudgingly pulling the door open, he looks up and meets the eyes of one of Donâs unit members. His brow furrows in confusion until he hears the squeaking of the porch swing. He almost falls to his knees when he sees the familiar warm brown eyes.
Marty stands there for a minute, paralyzed in shock.Â
âHi, Marty.â Donald hesitantly stands with the support of his crutches.Â
All he think about is Kensi and Julia. He doesnât respond to his surrogate father, and before he can even process what heâs doing, the 17 year old turns and walks back into the house, cerulean blues wide in shock.Â
Kensiâs brow furrows when she hears her best friend walk back into the kitchen and says nothing. She looks across the table at his frozen features and begins to worry. âMarty, whatâs wrong?â
This gets the attention of the two older women, three pair of eyes now all on him. He wants to say something but his words fail him. All he can do is turn towards the hall and watch the marine walk down the hallway, thatâs when he suddenly notices the reason for the crutches.
Kensiâs and the momâs eyes follow his, it takes a few seconds but slowly Donald steps into view. The resounding gasps fill the room, none of them able to process whatâs happening before them.
âHi...it took me awhile but I finally made it.â
No one says a word, but each set of eyes look the man up and down, stopping their gaze when they realize the reason for his crutches.
âOh my god, Don, what happened to your leg?â Robertaâs lips work faster than what her brain can process, the words spilling out of her like its the most reasonable question to ask.
Martyâs eyes go wide in shock, before her sending a pointed glare.âMom!âÂ
âWhat?â
Before anything else can be said the marineâs eyes follow the length of his body, eventually coming to a stop where his left leg once was. âOh my god!â
Marty canât help but crack a smile, his attention flying to his best friend trying to gage her reaction and get some sort of semblance as too what she may be feeling. The small smile and huff of laughter that emanates from her gives him his answer.Â
Shaking herself out of her daze, the 14 year old jumps out of her chair, running over to her father and carefully wrapping him a death gripping hug.Â
âHey, he came home.â
Her story may have a happy ending but it was that month and a half that still weigh on her mind. âI know, but its just those 6 weeks and...â
âI know, baby. I know.â And he does. Just like before they found out Don was alive, heâd give anything to take this pain away from his girl.
Once given the okay to go, the pair make their way towards the SRX and just as he expected, she hops in the passenger side leaving him to drive. Thatâs when he realizes this is one of those days that only has one solution. Quickly pulling out his phone, he shoots off a quick text knowing exactly what she needs.
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Every once and awhile the shaggy blonde catches himself taking a look at her. She must be more lost in thought than he assumed because she doesnât notice him miss the exit to her apartment and continue on towards Malibu until theyâre pulling into the parking lot. âHow about some tacos at the beach?â
âSure, I guess.â She shrugs.Â
As the SUV pulls to a stop, Martyâs eyes find the lone figure about 100 feet in front of them.Â
Noticing he hasnât made a move to get out yet, Kensiâs brow furrows and follows his line of sight. As soon as her eyes land on what heâs staring at her heart fills with even more love for him than she ever thought was possible. She feels the tears pool in her eyes, her hand finds the his neck, pulling her surprised fiancĂŠâs lips towards hers in a kiss emotional passionate kiss. âThank you.â
âAnything for you.â
A smile rises to her lips as she places another kiss to his lips before hopping out of the SUV, gaining attention from the man on the bench. The older brunette stands up as quickly as he can and starts heading towards the junior agent.Â
When he received a discreet text from his surrogate son, the former marine dropped everything he was doing and headed to the beach. It wasnât an emergency, which is always a relief but considering there wasnât much to the text that alone told him she was dealing with something.
As he slowly walks towards her, he outstretches his arms, leaving Kensi to all put collapse into his arms. âRough day?â
âYeah.â
The detective watches on as the pair embrace, it breaks his heart knowing that sheâs still dealing with the turmoil of thinking she lost her father for years now. Heâs tried to help her get through it, her parents have tried, but one thing Kensi Blye is good at, itâs not forgiving herself.Â
After a few minutes the pair pulls back, giving Marty the chance to get in his own hug with his surrogate father. âHow you doing, son?â
âBetter now that sheâs better.â
The older man notices a change in the younger manâs gaze towards his daughter. And then when she sends Marty a teary-eyed smile, wrapping her arms around him in thanks, it suddenly hits him. Theyâre together.Â
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You Canât Count On Me
A/N: Chapter 6
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The sunlight streams in from the window, illuminating the two bodies buried underneath the fluffy white comforter. He slowly feels consciousness pull him into reality and what a spectacular reality it is. Peering down his body, the form of his beautiful girlfriend as she slowly startles awake brings a smile to his face. âGood morning, sunshine.â
She hums in appreciation as his lips touch the crown of her head and his fingers delicately dance up and down her spine, bringing a welcomed shiver through her body. âMmmm. Am I dreaming?â
âNo. Definitely not dreaming.â
âYou know the last time I woke up after we made love, I was alone.â
âIâm sorry.â
She brushes off his apology, tilting her head back, the brunette brings her eyes to his. Itâs been 4 months of her constantly thinking about what wouldâve happened if he hadnât left, and she always comes to the same conclusion. âAt first I was kinda mad, but then I realized that if we had woken up together it mightâve been a little awkward or I may have panicked like I tend to do.â
âHow do you mean?â
Her head finds his pillow as she burrows her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent that is so uniquely him. âWell, we never really talked about our feelings before we jumped into bed together. I mean we loved each other of course but it wasnât verbalized that we were head over hills in love.â
His silence startles her and she begrudgingly props herself up on his chest only to be met with a goofy grin playing at his lips. âWhat?â
âI love you.â
God those words coming from his lips is something she never let herself think about, but now its all she can think about. The feel of his touch, his smile...heâs everything. Throwing her leg over his waist, her heat meets his already hardening member, and oh how she loves everything about this new part of their relationship. âI love you, too, but I can probably show you better than I can tell you.â Leaning down, she canât help but mirror his smile with one of her own as her lips meet his.Â
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After a very productive morning in bed the pair make their way into the Mission for the first time as partners. Kensi reached her desk, toss a deck of cards into his hands. âI need you to quiz me.â
âFor?â
âI have lunch with Anna today.â
âI canât believe she thinks youâre a curator.â
âWhat about you? She thinks youâre that guy from Fired Up.â
âI do fit the part, baby.â
They both freeze as the term of endearment leaves his lips. Itâs weird but a good weird.
At the sound of their colleagues walking into the bullpen their smiles quickly vanish as Deeks lifts up the first card.
âOh, uh, uh, Matisse?â
âNope. Munch.â
He holds up the next.
âVan Gogh?â
âCezanne.â He shakes his head in disbelief. âSeriously, Kens, why are you doing this?â
Before she can answer, Sam walks in, observing the pair. âHazing the new guy or is he hazing you?â
âHaze me, Kens, please?â The shaggy blonde holds up the next card for his girlfriend, knowing thereâs no way sheâll get this one.
âSeurat.â She answers.
The ex-Navy SEAL gets a glimpse of the card, instantly knowing the right answer. âMonet.â
âBing. Bing. Bing. Sam proceeds to the bonus round and Kensi wins the consolation prize otherwise known as a steaming bucket of fail.â His words may sting but the wink he sends her lets her know that heâs just playing his part in their own little op.
They decided it could be fun deceiving their coworkers about their newly defined relationship. And of course the competitiveness inside them lit up at the idea of a bet as to who would discover what was really going on between them first.
The detective was a bit surprised that his partner chose Eric, he on the other hand chose Callen. Even though heâs barely had a conversation with the man there was something about his quite and questioning demeanor that told him the team leader would find them out first.Â
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As the day progresses the best friends are sent to the house that belongs to Vakarâs ex-wife. This is sort of their first test as a pair of undercover operators. Itâs both exciting and frightening all at the same time. Experiencing something new with the most important person in your world is one thing but experiencing two new changes might be a challenge. A challenge that theyâre both ready to face head on.
Stepping onto the sidewalk, the pair make their way towards the house as the blaring alarm sounds over and over again. âWhat do you know about alarms?â
âDo you not remember my stint with Robbery Division?â
âRight, it was around the same time I was taking the Counter Surveillance course at Quantico.â
âYou mean the time you were always one upping me during our daily phone calls?â
She taps her knuckles on the wood frame door before turning to her boyfriend, studying the look in his eyes. âIâm not a one upper.â
âNot normally, but some how just with me.â
âWell I vaguely remember you one upping me this morning.â
His heart flutters as the spark shines in her mismatched orbs. The past 36 hours has been like a whole new experience with her in so many beautifully amazing ways. âOh, touchĂŠ.â
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As they step inside his apartment at the end of a long first day, the words she had spoken to Emma a few hours ago plays back in her mind. If this man loves you as much as you love him, its not gonna matter. Itâll bring you closer. Sheâs put off telling him for long enough and now that theyâre together, she doesnât want to keep anything from. Especially this. âThereâs something I need to tell you.â
He takes hold of her hand, pulling her body into his before pressing a hungry kiss to her soft lips. A kiss that heâs been craving all day. âYouâre not breaking up with me, are you?â
âWhat? No, never!â She quickly pulls back, shaking her head profusely. Â
âGood to know.â
The cocky grin thats curls at his lips makes her legs turn to jelly. Luckily his arms are wrapped around her waist, giving her much needed support. Taking a deep breath, she searches his eyes hoping that what sheâs about to tell him wonât make him shut down.Â
He watches as her beautiful mismatched orbs swim with what he thinks is turmoil. Thereâs not a doubt in his mind that whatever she has to say isnât something they canât work through. He leans forward, placing his lips on hers reassuring her once more. âKens, what is it?â
âItâs about Jack.â
His brow furrows in confusion. That is definitely the furthest thing he thought they would be talking about tonight. âWhat about him?â
âWhen he left...â
âHey, look at me.â His finger finds the underside of her jaw, tilting her head up. Cerulean blues conveying all the love he has for her with one look. âI love you. Nothingâs gonna change that.â
A small smile spread across her face at his words because in their 20 years of friendship heâs never once lied to her. âI told you that he left because of his PTSD.â
âYeah.â
âBut thatâs not the only reason he left.â
âOkay?â
âI guess I didnât realize or want to truly believe what he was talking about until recently...Marty, he left because of you.â
âMe?â
She nods as a soft teary-eyed smile crosses her lips. Her thumbs finding the small of his back, nervously running back and forth across his sun kissed skin. âYeah, he uh...right before he left, he told me all these things about how he always felt like he was coming in second place to you. He told me that I light up when you walk into the room and how he wishes that Iâd look at him even a fraction of the way I look at you. The last thing he said to me was that I was blind not to see how in love I was with you and how you felt the same.â
His face quickly falls as he pulls back from their embrace, making her heart rate speed up. She wasnât technically lying when she told him about Jack but she did omit a huge part that affected him as well.
As he walk over to the couch a heavy sigh leaves his lips. He sits down, his face immediately finding the palm of his hands as he tries to gather his thoughts.
Trying to remember what he said a few minutes ago about nothing changing his mind about how much he loves her, she canât help but nervously bite her bottom lip as she finds her place next to him on the couch. âWill you please say something?âÂ
âJessica.â
âWhat?â
âThe morning Jack left and you called me, I dropped everything to take care of you. After about a month, she...she uh-came to me and said that I needed to stop lying to myself.â
âLying to yourself about what?â
âAbout how I feel about you.â He finally lets himself look at her, unable to get the image of them being together sooner and happier out of his head.
She always had the feeling that the redhead saw through her some how. They got along great, but something had changed in their interactions the last few weeks of her and Martyâs relationship. Now she knows what it was. âOh.â
âYeah.â
âWhen you said she left because you two were in different places you meant-â
âThat she was in love with me, but I was clearly in love with you.â He nods, as the corner of his lips lift into a smile.Â
Her brow furrows, wondering what he was thinking or why he didnât act on his feelings. âWhy didnât you say anything?â
âWhy didnât you?â He hits her with the same question, knowing that they more than likely have the same answer.Â
She willingly goes with him as he pulls them back against the couch. Immediately curling into his body for comfort, her legs find their way across his lap and its in that moment that she realizes how seamlessly theyâve fallen into craving each otherâs touch all the time. âWe really are quiet the pair, arenât we.â
âThat we are.â
Itâs few minutes as they sit there in silence before she flashes back to that night. âWait a second. You came over that night you broke up.â
âI did.â
Her brow furrows, wondering why he wouldnât want to be alone after ending a year long relationship.Â
âAfter Jessica told me that I need to wake up, you called.â
âAnd you answered.â
A look crosses his face as if shocked that she would think he wouldnât drop everything for her, no matter what it may be. âOf course I did.â
Tilting her head back, she looks up into his cerulean blues, her fingernails finding the scruff of his jaw. âDid we really miss out on 6 years together?â
They could dwell on what couldâve been but thereâs no use in wasting any more of their time on it when theyâre together, here and now. He shakes his head, trying to find the right words to say to her. âNo, not really. I mean youâve been the most important thing in my life, that never changed. The only thingâs thatâs different now is, I can do this.â His lips find the crook of her neck, working their way towards the lobe of her ear. âAnd this.â He receives an approving moan as his hand works its way underneath the hem of her shirt and towards her breast.Â
Her eyes drift close as his lips work their magic and send her body humming with excitement. âKeep talking.â
He suddenly stops his ministrations and briefly pulls back, earning a disapproving moan from his girl. Â
Her eyes fly open, and is immediately met with a cocky grin. âWhat? Whyâd you stop?â
âYou just told me to keep talking. Youâre definitely in love with me.â
âMarty.â
âYeah?â
She shakes her head as her fingers curl around his golden locks, pulling him towards her. âShut up.â
âAnd there she is.â His lips find hers as they fall against the couch, skin to skin, they become closer in more ways than one.Â
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