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densi-mber · 3 years ago

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Raccoons and Meerkats

A/N: Based off today’s prompt: Kensi and Deeks visit the Meerkats.

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“Leaving on Monday is going to be really hard,” Kensi said with a sigh as she and Nell walked out of a small cafe with coffee and Japanese pastries.

“Well, you could always extend your visit,” Nell suggested hopefully. “I know Eric and I would love to have you and Deeks for a little longer.”

“We’d love it too, but we wouldn’t want to overstay our welcome. Or take advantage of you guys.”

“Oh please.” Nell waved off Kensi’s concerns with a wave of her hand. “Eric hasn’t been this excited in months. He loves getting to geek out about weird things with Deeks.”

Kensi supposed it was easy to be so blasé 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.

“I thought that’s what he has you for,” Kensi pointed out, nudging Nell’s shoulder teasingly.

“Different kind of weird,” Nell explained, making a face. “ 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.”

“Mm, they do have a unique relationship,” Kensi agreed, watching as Eric and Deeks exited a a store that promised to sell only the finest styles. It didn’t look like Deeks had purchased anything, but Eric sported a hat he wasn’t wearing earlier. “As grateful as we are for the offer though, I think even Callen’s generosity would be tested if we stayed away for a month or more.”

“Fair point. Well, it has been great to see you guys and not have dead bodies popping up everywhere.” Kensi snorted on a sip of her coffee. As she wiped her mouth, Nell glanced at the boys and then at Kensi. “You guys seem happier than when we left,” she commented with a leading lilt in her voice.

“We are.” Sighing deeply, she smiled a little wistfully. “We’re communicating better and the adoption is moving along. I think we’re in a good place.”

“I’m glad. As two of my favorite people in the whole world, you guys deserve it,” Nell said sincerely.

“And what about you and Eric?”

“We’re good friends too.”

Ignoring Nell’s attempt to evade the question, Kensi pressed, “Is that all?” She’d noticed that Eric and Nell seemed closer again, but it was difficult to tell if they were actually in a romantic relationship again.

“Let’s just say we’re very good friends,” Nell elaborated, glancing down pointedly as Eric and Deeks caught up with them.

“Didn’t find anything you liked?” Kensi asked Deeks.

“Eh, you know I’m more of a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy,” he said with a shrug.

“Fine, but you have to let Eric take you to his tailor. They’ll make you the best suit you’ve ever worn,” Nell suggested. “And even if you don’t enjoy it, Kensi will. And a lot of other ladies,” she added in an undertone.

“Your interest in putting me in tight clothing is still concerning,” he commented, raising one eyebrow. “So, what were you talking about?”

“Nell was trying to convince us to stay indefinitely.”

“Hey, I’ve got like five apartment buildings you can choose from,” Eric offered. “You can have any spot you want.”

“Thanks man, but I’m pretty sure Kilbride would hunt us down if we never came back.”

“Or burst a blood vessel,” Kensi added.

“Mm, he was pretty stressed,” Nell mused.

“Hey, I offered to take him to goat yoga, but he declined for some reason,” Deeks shared. He fell into step beside Kensi, dropping his arm around her waist.

“Now that I would pay to see.” Eric smiled at the thought. “No one can be grumpy around goats.” They’d been walking in the general direction of the garage where Eric’s Lamborghini was parked.

“So, since this is one of your last days here, we thought we could take you somewhere really crazy,” Nell said.

“What do you mean by “crazy”?” Kensi asked suspiciously. Eric grinned, sliding on a pair of his favorite tinted glasses, which clashed horribly with with his new hat.

“Let’s just say that it will involve karaoke, alcohol, flashing lights, and you might lose your pants,” he explained mysteriously.

“Wait, why would we lose our-?” Deeks started to say, frowning as Eric slid into the drivers seat. Putting a hand on his shoulder, Kensi shook her head.

“It’s probably best if we don’t ask too many questions.” She shook her head. “Remember when they told us about the furry cafes?” Deeks grimaced and shuddered at the memory.

“Oh yeah.”

“Our friends are so weird,” she sighed.

“Yes, they are. I really missed that about them,” Deeks said, drawing Kensi with him towards the back seat. “So let’s bask in the craziness for as long as we can.”

#densimber 5.0 #densimber 2021 #densimber day 4 #densi #ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #by ejzah

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fallout4reactsblog · 4 years ago

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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: “Do you wish you had someone this holiday, Cait?”

It’s a weird question to come out of nowhere, and she leans around the curio she’s searching through to eye them quizzically.

“Why do you ask?”

They shrug. “I was just thinking about my family and everything, and how I miss them, and I thought I would get your opinion.”

She chews her lip thoughtfully and returns to rifling through drawers. “The 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?”

“I guess I hadn’t thought about it like that.” They laugh a little. “What an odd pair we make.”

“At least you’re not completely alone. You’ve got me, after all. Think of how much worse it would’ve been if you were by yourself.”

“That’s a surprisingly adept observation coming from you, Cait.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She chucks a loose snack cake at them.

They dodge, laughing. “It’s just strangely philosophical, you telling me to focus on what I have instead of dwelling on what I don’t. I guess I can learn a thing or too from you, huh?”

“Damn straight. You should listen to me more.��

“If I did, I’d end up dead.”

“Probably just maimed.”

“Brutally maimed.”

She waves a hand through the air. “Details.”

When they’ve quieted for a moment, she murmurs, “But for real, I am glad to have you, sole.”

Quietly, she hears. “I’m glad to have you, too.”

Curie: She taps the end of her pencil to her cheek as she searches for the right word. It’s not “impossible,” and “improbably” sounds too formal, but the word she wants escapes her. Frustrating.

“Curie?”

She glances up at sole, who’s 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.

“What is troubling you Madame/Monsieur?”

“Nothing, nothing. I just noticed you’ve been a lot more affectionate lately. I mean, you’ve barely left my side.”

She flushes. “Is that a problem?”

“No, not at all, I just thought it was strange.”

“I 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?”

They narrow their eyes. “Why were you even thinking about that?”

“I 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.”

“That’s...” they shake their head. “That’s really sweet, Curie. Thank you.”

“Oh, 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.”

“Still, it’s kind. I appreciate it.”

“You are more than welcome, Madame/Monsieur. Anytime.”

Danse: He finds them out on the deck, wind whipping past them as they stare over the Commonwealth. They’ve been distant for days now, giving nothing but short answers, eyes far away when they talk. If he’s honest, he’s worried about them. It’s why he’s ditched the power armor in his bay for the moment; right now he wants to be a person, not a Paladin.

“Evening, Danse.”

They don’t turn to him when he approaches, and he doesn’t know how they can recognize his footsteps outside power armor, but he doesn’t question it. He just leans against the railing beside them.

“Something has been troubling you,” he says.

They sigh, and he can almost see them deflate against the railing. “You know, Danse, I thought that it would be easier than this.”

“What?”

“The holidays. I thought, you know, even though my family wasn’t here, maybe the Brotherhood would help fill that- that emptiness, if even just a little. But I guess it just doesn’t look like that.”

Their words hit too close to home, and he deflates a little, too. “I’m afraid you’re a year too late. With the war, there will be no holidays onboard the Prydwen.”

“Did there used to be?”

He nods, not trusting his words. He can’t tell them that, even though he understands why it’s necessary, it still hurts. They’re still new, still building their trust. He can’t sabotage that.

His silence means nothing, though, as sole seems to read his mind. “You must miss that. In a way, you don’t have a family for the holidays, either.”

Gently, they lean their shoulder to his, and he allows himself to lean back against them, just this once.

“At least we have each other,” they whisper.

He nods. “At least there’s that.”

Deacon: He doesn’t want to say it in such direct terms, but the truth is that sole’s house is a little... sad.

To be fair, they’ve 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. Sole’s place feels entirely like a house, and nothing like a home.

“You know, boss, you should just spend the holidays with us.”

They look up from their coffee mug from their place at their sad table with its sad, lone chair. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, just come live at HQ a while. It’s gotta be better than spending the holidays alone out here.” Slowly, he turns in a circle, as if to emphasize how empty (and sad) the walls are.

“But my memories are here, Deeks.” They blow on their coffee. “This is where I should’ve spent the holiday.”

“Yeah, with your family, if the world hadn’t gone to shit and blown up. But it did, so you should just come celebrate with us. Trust me, you’ll be a lot happier.”

He doesn’t mention the number of holidays he spent in an empty farmhouse for the sake of memory, and thankfully sole doesn’t ask.

“Deacon, are you actually... worried about me?”

“Oh, you bet, boss. I mean, look at this place. It doesn’t even have electricity. You couldn’t have holiday lights if you wanted them.”

“Do you guys do holiday lights?”

He shrugs. “Do you want to?”

For a brief moment, there’s a spark of life in their eyes. “Would it be okay?”

“Who’s gonna complain? Carrington? Just tell him that he doesn’t have to look at them.”

They hum and say, “I guess I’ll consider it.”

That’s his cue to hit him with the ace up his sleeve. “We do a game of Secret Santa, too.”

They try to hide their smile, but they’re bad at it, and Deacon breathes a sigh of relief, knowing they’re sold.

Gage: “Fuck do you mean, you miss them?”

“I mean I was fucking married and had a kid, you eyeless prick. I actually cared about my family, and it sucks that they’re not here. I’m sorry that you cut ties with your family completely, but not all of us can or want to.”

He huffs, because he can tell he’s pushing a little too hard, and if he keeps going he’ll end up wishing he’d kept his mouth shut.

“Well, Overboss, trust me when I say you won’t even remember them. We got a bit of a tradition here, ourselves.”

They eye him warily. “Do tell.”

He shrugs. “Not much to say. It’s a party, we get drunk, fuck around, light some shit on fire. It’s a good time. Can’t lay around feelin’ sorry for yourself when you’re lightin’ something on fire.”

“So, Yule. You’ve reinvented Yule.”

“Call it what you want. As long as you have a good time, who cares, right?”

Their face is still doubtful.

“At least give it a shot, boss. You’re gonna have to be there anyway to keep up appearances. Might as well try to have a good time while you’re at it.”

“Alright.” They sigh in resignation. “But if I end up drunk and crying in a corner, it’s your fault.”

“I promise to hide you before you can embarrass yourself.”

“I guess that’s all I can ask for.”

Hancock: “Hey, sister/brother, what do you think of these?”

He holds up a couple strands of garland and tosses them over to a waiting sole, still perched on a ladder.

“Shockingly good condition,” they say. “But I think this stuff usually goes on the tree.”

He waves a hand. “You put it wherever you want. I’m just helpin’.”

“Well, do you have a tree?”

“Somewhere around here.” He glances around, but realizing it’s not within direct line-of-sight, shouts, “Fahrenheit!”

“What?” Her voice is muffled by the distance, but her irritation is not.

“Where’s my tree?”

“Wherever you put it last year. I don’t keep track.”

“Damn,” he huffs. “ I thought for sure that’d work.”

He heads into the other room to rifle around for his tree. There’s a beat of silence before sole says, “You know, I never have properly thanked you.”

“For what?” 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.

“For giving me stuff to do like this. Staying busy really helps me feel less... alone, you know?”

He rocks back on his heels, peering into the other room to make eye contact with them. “Sure thing, sunshine. But I’ll warn you, it wasn’t all my idea.”

They laugh a little. “I figure Daisy had a hand in things, but still. It’s nice of you.”

“I appreciate you assumin’ that I’m not just using you for free labor.”

They laugh again, for real this time, and he can’t help but smile.”

MacCready: He wants to say something. He wants to tell them that it’ll be alright, that he’s 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 he’ll be damned if he knows how.

Fortunately, sole has the words where he does not.

“This sucks,” they declare, holed up in the corner of the Bobrov’s bar.

“I’ll drink to that.”

They clink their beers together, sip, and lapse into silence before sole says, “I really miss my family, Mac.”

He closes his eyes, pictures his boy back in D.C., and agrees. “It’s a tough time of year to be without them.”

They reach across the table and grab his hand. “Next year, we’ll go down to D.C. We’ll have found the cure by then. We’ll go see Duncan.”

“Would you really want to go?” His heart is thrilled to hear their words, but his head tells him that might only hurt them more.

“Of course. I want to see you go home and see your kid. I wish we could’ve done it this year, but...”

“That didn’t work out,” he finishes.

They nod.

“You know,” he says, taking another sip of beer, “next year we’ll have a big family celebration to compensate.”

“What, you and Duncan?”

“No, all three of us. We’ll go the whole nine yards. Lights, presents, everything. The real deal, all three of us. Family.”

That brings a smile to their face, and he smiles to see it. Maybe it’s 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 I’ll make sure you have a family holiday again.

Nick: He eyes sole in the corner of the agency, where they’re talking to Ellie about some case they’re working. They’ve been talking about leaving these past few days, about heading up to Sanctuary for the holidays. It doesn’t sit right with him. He knows sole, and he knows that only bad things await them at their old home this year.

“Well, I’m headed out.” They breeze by his desk to grab their hat. “Have a nice holiday, you two.

He looks them dead in the eyes and asks, “Why?”

They freeze right where they are. “Why what?”

“Why are you leaving? Got somethin’ real exciting up north?”

Their expression tells him they don’t have a good answer, and he sighs.

“Look, kid, I get it. You think you wanna be alone to mourn and cope with your loss. But I’m tellin’ ya, you’re not coping. You’re just making yourself miserable.”

Under their breath, they mutter, “Damn detectives. Always analyzing you,” before turning to him directly. “Well, you and Ellie already have your thing going on. I’d hate to intrude...”

“You’re not intruding,” Ellie pipes up. “In fact, I already bought you a present. In a way, it would almost be ruder to leave.”

“I bought one, too,” he says. “How about that?”

They hesitate. “Are you sure?”

“Bed upstairs is all yours. Stay a while. It’s not like ya can’t change your mind and leave later.”

They turn to Ellie, but she’s just nodding along. “I freshened up the sheets just the other day, actually.”

“Well... alright.”

He lets himself smile.

Piper: “Damn, Blue. This place looks worse than the Glowing Sea.”

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.

“Isn’t it great?” They kick a pebble across the street, bitter expression on their face. “No family for the holidays, and nobody else, either.”

“You can’t stay here,” she says, staring at the bleak, run-down houses.

They shrug. “I don’t really have anywhere else to go. I could stay at one of the other settlements, but that just feels weird. My home is here.”

Piper shakes her head. “No way, Blue. I won’t allow it. You are not spending the holidays here and that is final, you hear me? Final.”

They glance over at her with a bemused expression. “Then where am I going?”

“Home, with me, to Diamond City. You’ll spend the holidays with Nat and I, not here in, well, this. I mean, at least Diamond City decorates.”

They laugh a little. “Piper there is no room for me in your house.”

“We will make room. This isn’t up for debate, Blue. And don’t start with the ‘Oh, I’ll be intruding’ stuff, either. Nat’s gonna be thrilled to see you, and I’ll be thrilled you aren’t moping around this place that could probably make Takahashi depressed.”

“What, the noodle bot?”

“The very same. Now, go make yourself a sleeping bag, get whatever else you need, and let’s go.”

They salute her mockingly, “Yes, ma’am. Right away, ma’am.”

Better to be mocked than leave sole here.

Preston: 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 can’t help but feel for them, too, because he still feels like he’s in those shoes, lonely around the one time of year no one should be lonely.

Maybe that’s why he does what he does. He tells himself he’s 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 they’ve made. He can’t 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 doesn’t play nice, he probably won’t 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 won’t be able to get all the sand out of his power armor for months.

It’s 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: “I don’t think I understand. Your family is here.”

They sigh. “But they’re not, X6. Sure, I found Shaun, but he’s hardly the child I thought I was looking for, and my spouse is still dead. My own son doesn’t even know me, much less would want to spend the holidays with me. I may have found Shaun, but...” They sigh. “Did I find my son?”

He takes a moment to contemplate their words. “You’re quite distressed about this.”

“I guess?” They shake their head. “I’m just lonely, X6. That’s all. I miss my family and having someone to spend the holidays with. It just doesn’t feel the same.”

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, “Do you want to know a secret?”

“What?”

“A secret. Do you want to know a secret?”

They slide toward him, dropping their voice to a whisper, too. “Yes.”

“Us coursers aren’t supposed to have holidays. We are not supposed to have a sense of family. You know this.”

“Of course.”

“Perhaps you would like to join us, who also have no family, for a small celebration, then. It isn’t much, but there are snack cakes.”

They look at him, almost impressed. “X6, you know that’s not allowed. Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I trust you, and I think you need us as much as we need each other. I only ask that you don’t report it, if for no other reason than our bond as friends.”

“I- X6, I’m not going to tell anyone. I’d love to go.”

He nods. “It’s 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.”

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newyorkroleplay-blog1 · 6 years ago

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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: Death, Depression, 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 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 Daddy’s Girl, Nathalie lived primarily at her father’s house during her formative years, usually taking a few days a week to go and crash at her mom’s when she could. For the most part, Nathalie’s 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 Nat’s high school years, it wasn’t 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 parents’ 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 Nathalie’s 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 sibling’s secret stash and had been snorting lines in the backseat of a car when one of Nathalie’s 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 school’s cheerleading team, something she’d never thought was possible. By senior year, Nathalie’s GPA was one of the highest in her class and when she walked across the stage at graduation, was proud when her principal announced she’d 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 parents’ 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 she’d ever tell anyone else. After a long discussion, it was decided that Nathalie wouldn’t 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 wasn’t until Nathalie’s manager at the sports bar she’d 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 she’d 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.

PERSONALITY –

( + ) creative, enthusiastic, passionate. ( - ) crass, perfectionist, tough.

#all #female #stella maeve #nathalie deekes #manhatten

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newyorkroleplay-archive · 6 years ago

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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 Daddy’s Girl, Nathalie lived primarily at her father’s house during her formative years, usually taking a few days a week to go and crash at her mom’s when she could. For the most part, Nathalie’s 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 Nat’s high school years, it wasn’t 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 parents’ 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 Nathalie’s 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 sibling’s secret stash and had been snorting lines in the backseat of a car when one of Nathalie’s 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 school’s cheerleading team, something she’d never thought was possible. By senior year, Nathalie’s GPA was one of the highest in her class and when she walked across stage at graduation, was proud when her principal announced she’d 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 parents’ 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 she’d ever tell anyone else. After a long discussion, it was decided that Nathalie wouldn’t 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 wasn’t until Nathalie’s manager at the sports bar she’d 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 she’d been offered.

PERSONALITY --

( + ) creative, enthusiastic, passionate. ( - ) crass, perfectionist, tough.

#all #female #stella maeve #nathalie deekes #manhattan

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typingtess · 2 years ago

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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. It was after 1AM and Kensi had a long day. He did too. Hopefully he’d join her in a good night’s sleep.

“What’d you get done?” Kensi asked, obviously not enjoying a good night’s sleep.

“Some stuff. Not enough,” Deeks said. “Thanks for dinner.”

“I know the walnut shrimp from Big Fatty’s makes you happy,” Kensi snuggled up to Deeks, resting her head near his heart.

“Not as much as you do,” he answered, kissing the top of her head. “Of course the doughnuts from YumYum Donuts across the street from Big Fatty’s makes you happy.”

“You make me happier than doughnuts.”

“I could not imagine a better declaration from my wife.”

“What stuff did you get done? I saw you with your yellow legal pad, that pen your Mom got you when you graduated law school working the landline.”

“I wasn’t working. Mike the immigration lawyer was, I was just taking notes.”

“What do we have to do?”

“A lot, and it’s doable but there’s more involved that just paperwork.”

“We’re a team, we can do anything.”

“We can but the house is going to need to be brought up to the approval of the state of California. I have to go to Rosa’s hometown to get some paperwork done.”

“I should go, my Spanish is better than yours.”

“Everybody’s Spanish is better than mine but Mike’s firm has a paralegal – Nestor – who can help me with the translations since he’s joining me on the trip. I’m there as the interested party in the adoption but also as a lawyer.”

“I can go with you.”

“Actually, you can’t. One of us has to stay in town near Rosa in case anything in her case changes.”

“So you’re going on a trip. What can I do?”

“Keep visiting Rosa. The two of us showing a real interest in her future….”

“Which we’ve been doing…”

“Yes, but since I won’t be joining you on the visits while I’m out of LA, you need to be there almost every day, every other day at worst.”

“I will. What else.”

“We’re going to need a plan for Rosa once the adoption goes through.”

“What kind of plan?”

“Doctors, high school, introducing her to our lives without stripping Rosa of hers.”

“I never even thought of high school.”

“We may actually get some help with that. Mike the immigration lawyer’s sister Dorie is taking some time away from her day job as a school teacher.”

“Taking time away?”

“IVF worked for them. In overdrive. Triplets.”

“Oh my God.”

“Yeah. Anyway, she’s picking up some side hustle money doing tutoring. She could work with Rosa to get her prepared for school in August.”

“How much is that going to cost?”

“A lot of it will be covered by Mike’s law firm. 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. They put part of those hefty legal fees to someone like Rosa – world class representation from someone who couldn’t dream of it.”

“That’s great.”

“It helps make them all feel better as the partners upgrade their swimming pools, chef’s kitchens and Beemers.”

“It helps Rosa, that’s all that matters.”

“True.”

“So besides visiting, what can I do?”

“Be you. Rosa needs to know she has you on her side. She saw what that meant coming here.”

“She has us on her side. And she’ll always have that.”

“If I can hold up my side, we should be good.”

“You, me, lawyer Mike, translator Nestor, side-hustle Dorie and that fancy pen your Mom bought you – Rosa’s got her team.”

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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ncislaficexchange · 7 years ago

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Happy News

***********

“So, I see you’ve been taking some crime fighting tips from me.” Eric grinned at Deeks.

“I’m sorry.” Deeks tilted his head. “What was that?”

“The flashbang pin. You have one with you everyday. You must be going through a lot of them.”

“Oh, that…”

“No need to thank me. I’m glad I could help you out.”

“No, no, Eric. That’s not it. I haven’t been using flashbangs.”

“Oh, you haven’t?” His disappointment was obvious as his face fell. “I just assumed… I guess…”

“It’s okay, Eric. It’s actually been the same pin everyday. And it’s not one I used.”

“Who used it?”

Deeks smiled and looked down that the pin in his hand. “It’s from Kensi. We were in the field and she was inspired to… propose.”

Eric’s eyes brightened and a smile formed across his face. “Propose? Marriage?! Like, you mean… Kensi asked for you to marry her?!”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much what happened.”

“Wow. That’s amazing”

“Yeah, 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 wasn’t going to stop Kensi Blye.”

Eric laughed. “No, that definitely wouldn’t have stopped her.”

“It’s funny, because I know it’s just a flashbang pin… but I haven’t wanted to let go of it. The whole thing was just so perfectly her and it makes me happy everytime I see it.”

“You know, I was excited to see it because I thought it meant something else, but this…” Eric smiled. “This is so much better. I’m really happy for you two.”

“Thanks, Beale. We haven’t told too many people because things have been so crazy around here, but it feels good to finally tell someone.”

“This is really happy news. And we definitely could use some of that around here,” Eric said.

“That’s for sure.”

“By the way, if you guys are interested, I’ve been learning the bagpipes and I’d love…”

“Let me stop you right there, Beale.”

“Come on, hear me out. Imagine Kensi walking down the aisle accompanied by...”

“No, no, no. If there are bagpipes at our wedding, Kensi might come after you with a flashbang.”

************

“He finally asked you?” Talia squealed as Kensi showed off the ring on her left hand.

“Well, not exactly.”

“So what exactly happened? You guys have been talking and acting like you’re engaged for months but this is the first time I’ve seen the ring.”

Kensi laughed. “Well, what exactly happened is… I asked him.”

“Haha holy shit, that’s amazing! I wish I could have been there to see the look on his face!”

“He was pretty stunned and at first he was not into it. You know, him being the guy and wanting to be the one proposing.”

“It’s not like he didn’t try before,” Talia said. “Multiple times, in fact.”

“Yeah, but one of those times shouldn’t count because he didn’t have a ring and another time shouldn’t count because I was in a freaking coma.”

“Excuses. So this time you just did it and didn’t let him say no?”

“Yup.” Kensi smiled. “I got down on one knee and everything.”

“Well, I couldn’t be more happy for you guys. And I couldn’t be more excited for the bachlorette party.”

“What makes you think I’m having one?” Kensi asked.

“Because I’m the one who’s gonna plan it.”

“Wow, okay. I don’t know whether to be scared or excited.”

Talia winked at her friend. “Probably both.”

**********

Deeks and Kensi walked into the armory, finding Nell and Callen already there. Nell gave them a huge smile.

“So, you guys are telling people now?” Nell whispered excitedly.

Kensi just held up her left hand and smiled.

“That’s wonderful! Congrats to the future Mr. and Mrs. Deeks!”

Deeks laughed. “Thanks, Nell. But just so you know, we might turn out to be Mr. and Mrs. Blye.”

Kensi smacked Deeks on the arm and he feigned being hurt.

Nell reached for Kensi’s left hand and stared at the ring. “Nice job, Deeks. It’s beautiful.”

Callen was still engrossed in clean his weapon when Nell turned to him. “Did you hear the happy news?”

“What was that?” Callen asked, without looking up.

“Kensi and Deeks are engaged! Isn’t that exciting?”

He looked up at all of them. “I thought you two were already engaged.”

“No, of course not. Not yet,” said Kensi.

“You can understand my confusion on the subject. You two have been talking about it for awhile. Hell, you’ve been acting like you’re married for years.” Callen smirked.

Deeks smiled. “We learned from you and Sam.”

Kensi smacked him again. “We’ve been talking about it, but it hasn’t been official until recently.”

“Well, congratulations, you two. And just to show how much you mean to me, I’ll tell you for sure that there is a greater than fifty percent chance that I might be at your wedding. As long as it doesn’t cut my being away from other people time.”

“Thanks, man,” Deeks said. “Coming from you, that strangely means a lot.”

**********

“I owe you a congratulations.” Sam clapped Deeks on his back.

“Oh… you heard about that?”

“I saw the ring.” Sam smiled. “You’re not the only one who can detect around here.”

Deeks laughed. “Yeah, I guess not. Thanks, man.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Look… I’m sorry we didn’t tell you in person. I was just…”

Sam held up his hand. “I know. It’s okay.”

“It was so soon after and we didn’t want to be insensitive…”

“Deeks, seriously, it’s okay. I appreciate the concern, but you shouldn’t let what happened stop you from being happy about good things in your life.”

He sighed. ”Yeah, I know. I know that’s not what you really need from us.”

“It’s also not what Michelle would have wanted either.”

“It just… it sucks so much. You and Michelle were always so supportive of mine and Kensi’s relationship and I wish she was here to share this news with.”

Sam ran his hand along his jaw. “I wish that everyday about a lot of things.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me 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.”

Tears formed in Deeks’s 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 wasn’t 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 Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks, friend. That’s exactly what we’ll do.”

************

Kensi’s 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?

“Hello?”

“It’s about time. You’re starting to make me feel a little unwanted, Agent Blye.”

Kensi recognized the gruff voice right away. Although it sounded weaker than she remembered. “Granger?”

“I’m glad you haven’t forgotten about me.”

“No, of course not,” Kensi said. “I mean, you just disappeared and we’ve been worried.”

“I’m taking care of myself. Don’t worry.”

“I don’t doubt you can take care of yourself, sir. But according to Hetty, you’re not well.”

“I’ve lived a full life,” Granger said. “None of us live forever. Especially not me, after all I’ve put myself through. I’m lucky I’ve made it this far.”

“Well, I would have liked to say good bye. All of us would have.”

“I’m sorry about the way I went about it, but there were some important things I wanted to make sure got done.”

“You had to see your daughter,” Kensi said.

“Yes. We only just found each other. It doesn’t seem fair that we won’t get to know each other like I wanted to. But I have some time left and I want to spend it with her.”

“I understand.”

Granger coughed. “So I’ve been trying to call because I understand that a congratulations are in order.”

Kensi smiled. “How did you know?”

“I have my ways.”

“Well, thank you. It’s been a long time coming and we couldn’t be happier. Except I’d love it if you could be there for the wedding. We both would have.”

“I would have liked that too.”

��I know you and I haven’t 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.” Her voice began to crack and she cleared her throat. “I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”

“He did the same for me.”

“I wish… I wish you and I could have had more conversations about him. I never really thought about it when we had the time.”

“I would have liked that. I know Don would have too.”

“I hate that he won’t be at my wedding,” Kensi said. “Same goes for you too.”

“Don 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.”

“Yeah, I know.” Kensi laughed despite the tears in her eyes. “Sometimes I think about how funny it would be if they could have met.”

“That would have been a sight to see.” Granger laughed weakly and then coughed a few times.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes and no. I should let you go,” he said. “I think I’ve bothered you long enough.”

“Not at all. I’m glad I finally answered your call.”

“Me too.”

“Please… feel free to call again… if you feel up to it,” Kensi said.

“I’ll do my best. But for now I think we should say our goodbyes.”

More tears flowed down her cheeks. “It’s been a privilege knowing you, Granger. I miss you and so does everyone else.”

“It’s been an honor knowing you and your father.” His gruff voice sounded gentle and kind. “You would have made him proud. I know I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Owen.”

“Goodbye, Kensi.”

by - @aprylynn

#2k17 ncisla fic exchange

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falloutcompanionssreact · 7 years ago

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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, “Holy shite..” Cait muttererd walking towards the other, “They got you good..”, 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, “You weren’t completely shitty out there.” she smiled with a wink before walking off.

Cait (Romantic) : “Motherfucker..” Cait swore as she walked towards Sole with a mix of concern and anger, “Fucking raiders..” She cussed as she reached sole, and placed her hand over soles, “Lemme see..” She said softly, as she slowly moved soles hand away from their bloodied eye, “Shite..” Cait felt a twinge in her chest, as she thumbed away the droplets of blood as sole winced, “C’mon let’s fix you up and, then maybe we can find a place to rest..” 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,”Well that was certainly invigorating.” He said as he wiped at his damp brow with a handkerchief, “Don’t you think so Mum/Sir?” When he heard no response, he turned around, “Mum?Sir?” He looked around the abandoned lot feverishly until he heard a weak, “I’m here Codsworth.” 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.

“Oh dear..” He breathed kneeling down at their level, “This doesn’t look very good..” He whispered looking at the limp, “Yeah I can testify for that Cods..”

He winced “My apologies Mum?Sir...” he frowned, “ I’m afraid I’m not versed in the art of resetting bones, I don’t think it’s a good idea we should get you back to Miss Curie..How to get you there is the question..” he muttered to himself.

A figurative light bulb when off in his head, he reached into his satchel where he carries supplies and such, didn’t 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, “This should make a good splint no?” He finagled with the tools before putting it together as gently as he could, before helping sole to their feet.

“Don’t worry Mum/Sir we’ll get you back in a jiffy, and you’ll be good as new...”

Synth!Codsworth (Romantic) : Codsworth hands fluttered over Sole’s leg, he was much too afraid to touch them, let alone fix their damaged leg, he didn’t want to hurt them, and he didn’t want them to feel any unnecessary pain. “Oh darling...” He said reaching out to cup their cheek, “I’m rather useless theses situations.” He chewed his lip nervously, “I promise I’ll get you back safe and sound.”

If Sole is light enough for Codsworth to carry, he would gladly carry them all the way back the the settlement, however if it’s beyond his strength, he’ll proceed with the splint and bare most of Soles weight.

Curie (Platonic/Romantic): “Madam/Monsieur I do believe that is all of them.” She said holding her pistol close to her chest, “Yup I think it’s safe we should move on I bet they are gettin--” Curie turned around to see Sole upper arm bleeding with their shirt slightly torn. “Oh! Madam/Monsieur you’ve been hit!” Sole looked at their arm but didn’t didn’t seem as concerned as Curie, “Oh yeah the bullet kinda of grazed me, it okay I’ll patch myself up when we get back to the Red Rocket.”

“Non infection is much more likely to set in if it’s not treated immediately!” 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.

“Alrighty.” They said beginning to remove their shirt, Curie looked significantly happier and she looked through her bag for the proper supplies, “Merci, it should only take a moment.”

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 didn’t enjoy hurting animals, but its mind had been poisoned by radiation and it needed to be put down.

“Danse I could use some help ...” 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, “Are you able to stand solider?”

“Yeah Yeah..Help me up and I’ll be fine.” Danse hosted them to their feet, “Stim please?” They said giving Danse a look, and the Paladin gave a start, before searching his compartment before he found a stim.

After the injection they sighed, favouring their leg, “Come on let’s go I’ll be okay, let’s keep moving.” 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, “You're going to need a dose of Radaway the mongrel was riddle with radiation, we should clean the wound before infection sets in it’s critical--”

“Danse?” They said stopping him in his rant by touching his cheek, “I’ll be fine we can do that all at Red Rocket I just need a stim.” Danse shook his head, “I don’t advise putting weight on the leg even with treatment.” He said taking out the stim and administering it.

Sole couldn’t conceal their smile, “You could always carry me?” They teased and Danse paused for a moment, before nodding “Outstanding idea cadet.” Before Sole could protest they were hoisted into his arms they made a noise of protest, before shaking their head, “I’m one of the luckiest people in the Commonweath..” They pressed a kiss to his cheek causing him to blush furiously.

Deacon (Platonic): “Good shot Boss!” 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. “Holy shit did they getcha?” He said walking over, to the nodding vault dweller.

“I’m good Deeks don’t worry.” They said moving their hand as it trembled slightly, “Aw c’mon lemme see can’t be that bad now can’t it” Sole gave him an indignant look, before pulling their tattered shirt up revealing an angry looking burn.

“Ouch.” He said with a grimace as he poked the edge of it with his finger causing sole to recoil, “Ow! Fuck man why did you do that?” they yelled at him, “What? I was just making sure it wasn’t that bad remember?” The pulled down their shirt and scowled, and Deacon laughed at their expression, “Okay snapping suzan her’s a stim, wanna a lollipop?”

“Go fuck yourself Deacon.” They grumbled, and then their was a pause, “Yes.” Which caused Deacon to burst out laughing.

Deacon (Romantic): “Now seriously let’s check this out okay?” Deacon said pulling them to the side, “It fine Deacon it’s nothing a stim can fix.”

“Aw c’mon don’t be such a baby lemme see.” 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. “All better!” he exclaimed.

“Deacon your a dweb...” 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 didn’t 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.

“I’m going to be okay boy, don’t worry.” 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): “Fucking sons a bitches..” Hancock removed his blade from the raiders throat and wiped it on his pants, “You doin’ okay trouble?” He said calling out for the Sole survivor.

“Yeah I’m great..” They said limping into the room holding their, “Until the fucking raider decided to come at me with a fucking screwdriver.” They sat down in a beat up chair.

Hancock didn’t know whether to laugh or be concerned so he did both, “Shit.” He searched his pocket for something to take the edge off, “This should help yeh sister.” They pried the screwdriver from their leg with a groan and tossed it to the ground, “Thanks man..” They injected themselve (or declined) before snorting, “Funny thing is the loser fell down the stairs seconds after.” Hancock laughed “Death fitting for a raider..”

He ruffled their hair and hugged them from behind, “Only you would get attack with a screwdriver Trouble..Only you.”

Macready (Platonic): “Damn Gunners..” Mac grumbled putting down his rifle, “That’s all of them hopefully..” 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 couldn’t even call out their name.

When he finally reached them he felt a burst of relief, “Hey..” they said “Fucking moron hit me with a baseball bat can you believe it I was a little dizzy for a second I’m okay now.”

They slowly got to their feet and gave him a look, “You okay Mac? Looks like a you saw a ghost?” Maccready shook his head and put his rifle over his shoulder, “Yeah I’m good let’s get out of this stupid place before more show up.” He swallowed the concern he didn’t 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, “Dumbass you nearly gave me a fricking heart-attack call out for me next time will yeah.”

“Sole petted the back of Mac’s head filling the guilt rise in their rest, “I’m sorry I’m fine really a taught the asshat a lesson,” gesturing to the bashed corpse to their left, Mac snorted and leaned in to kiss them as they got their bearings.

Preston (Platonic): “Shit General..” He whispered as he walked towards the hobbling sole, Super mutant ambushed and he lost track of the vault dweller, “Are you okay?”

Sole nodded, “Fucking damn tripped over a damn curb running from a mutant hound..” They shook their head, “I can see it now, Vault Dweller death by asphalt, I took a stim it’s just sore nothing broken.” They smiled at Preston, “Let’s get to that settlement though.”

Preston glanced at their leg before nodding with a slight smile, “After you General.”

Preston (Romantic): Preston laughed at their comment but shook his head, his heart rate slowing down after he saw them hobbling over, “Yeah that be some headline...” He agreed that they had to get to the settlement but they should stop and look at the wound before heading out.

“Hey..” He took their hand, “Let’s make sure everything okay before we go..”

“Preston it’s fine rea--” They were cut off when they were lifted off their feet, “Jesus!” They exclaimed before chuckling slightly “Minutemen to the rescue again.” Before planting a kiss of his forehead.

Piper (Platonic): “Damn Blue don’t run off--” Piper stopped glancing at the sheepish Sole clutching their arm, “What the hell happened?!” She said looking exasperated.

“Uh..So I wanted into the room and guess what? Their a Glowing Feral wasn’t expecting that heh..” removed their arm to show the festering slash, “Got me good...”

Piper sighed, “You need a Doctor Blue c’mon..” Sole protested, “It’s okay I’ll take a some Radaway and a Stim I’ll be fine Pipes really.” They urged her.

"Your worse then my sister sometimes..” Sole stuck out their tongue.

Piper (Romantic): “You're not getting off that fast..” 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.

“They’re your done yessh Blue, did you do a a number on yourself.” Sole grinned up at Piper, “Didn’t know you were such a great nurse Pipes.” They leaned to kiss her but Piper pressed to finger to their lips, they made a surprised sound.

“No kissing until you promise to not run ahead before we check the place okay?” Sole grumbled.

“Fine...” 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, “Goodness, they came outta nowhere didn’t they?” 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.

“Everything okay kid/doll?” he said giving them an odd look as the smoke wafted out the cavity in his head. “Yeah everything fine? We should fine someplace to stay the night it’s gettin--”

“Why are you hiding’ you arm behind your back?” He said with a raised eyebrow of concern obviously noticing Sole attempt at deflection, “Is something’ wrong?”

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.

Nick’s yellow eyes widened slightly and he removed his hands from pockets, “Goodness kid, that thing took a nasty bite outta you.” He reached in his pocket a took a stim, rad-a-way and some bandages, “C’mere kid lemme see.”

Sole and Nick ended up sitting on the side of the middle of no where while, Sole fidgeted and Nick patched them up. “Come on Sole stay still, I’m almost done.” Sole sighed as Nick fastened the bandage around their wrist, “This so embarrassing I should have been being paying attention.” They sighed looking at their sore wrist.

“Aww don’t beat yourself up kid/doll, we all have our moment.” He put a hand atop their head and gave them some soft pats, “Now let’s fine that shelter hmm?”

Nick (Romantic): Nick slowly rolled up their sleeve, and looked over the wound, “This might hurt a little bit darlin’..” He gently cleans the mole rat bite and bids the wound to stop the bleeding.

“Thanks Nicky..” they said softly placing a soft kiss on Nick's rough cheek, the clockwork detective slowly smiled and gave their hand a tight squeeze, “Anythin’ for you darlin’“ 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.

“Bah! Did human get hurt? Did brother hit human with stick?” He shouted at sole, Sole removed their hand showing a reddened welt, “Yeah Strong I was hit.” they said tiredly.

Strong grumbled, “Human need to duck faster, Super Mutant no slow.”

“I’ll keep that in mind buddy.”

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, “You should clean that up ma’am/sir. It could get infected quickly.”

“Yeah I will don’t worry, we should get on the move first.” They said looking around before moving forward. “Whatever you say ma’am/sir.” He wasn’t going to baby them, they were a grown adult.

X6-88 (Romantic): “The area is secure it would only take a few moments to clean and patch up the wound.” Sole couldn’t really gage X6 expression from behind his sunglasses, but they had learned so far in their relationship that he didn’t suggest thing he didn’t think vital.

“Okay okay.” 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.

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chicgeekgirl89 · 8 years ago

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We’re 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 “Payback.”

Get to her.

The words had been burning inside him all day but now they roared in his ears so loudly he couldn’t 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, ‘that asshole’, 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 partner’s eyes. She didn’t want them to see her like this, strapped to a wheelchair, at the mercy of someone else. It was not the ‘first day back’ impression she wanted to leave the team with. It wasn’t 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 didn’t 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.

“You’re sure he didn’t hurt you?” Deeks finally asked when he managed to pull himself away, his eyes traveling her frame, looking for any sign of trauma.

“A few bumps and bruises. I had him on the ropes an hour ago but then his friends showed up,” she told him, rubbing at the red marks on her wrist where she’d been tied to the chair.

“Those damn spooks multiply like rabbits,” he muttered, finally looking at Ferris’ crumpled form. “What’d you get him with?”

“Box cutter.”

He shook his head. “That’s my girl.”

“It was a lot less than he deserved for threatening to cut my leg off.”

She said them casually but the words were nearly his undoing. His eyes slid shut and the breath left his lungs. After all she’d been through, to have that be Ferris’ parting shot…”I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I should have been here.”

“I’m okay,” she told him. “Deeks, look at me. I’m all right. He didn’t do it. We didn’t let him. We made it. We’re all right.”

He inhaled. She was so much braver than he was. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

He helped her to her feet and then frowned.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Not close enough.” He lifted her off the floor, cradling her into his chest.

“Deeks!” she laughed as he maneuvered them through the house around dead bodies and debris. “I can walk! I’m fine.”

“I know. But I like having you this close.”

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. “Here,” he leaned over and gently wiped away the blood that covered his partner’s chin. “You want some ice for your tongue?”

“When we get home.” She frowned and reached for his hand. “Babe, what happened?”

He hadn’t noticed the bruising on his knuckles, hadn’t even felt it until now. “Oh, I uh, I may have hit Sabatino.”

“May have?”

“You were missing. What was I supposed to do? Wine and dine him until he gave it up?”

“Sounds like you all had fun while I was gone. What else happened?”

“I threw a chair,” he said guiltily. As his mind flicked through the events of the hours she’d been missing it barely felt real, almost like he’d been someone else. The rest of the world had ceased to exist in a way he’d only experienced once before, when she’d been missing halfway across the globe. He’d been completely absorbed in finding her and now that he looked back on his actions he could see they’d been erratic and uncontrolled. But he couldn’t honestly say he regretted any of them.

“Baby!”

“Actually it was two chairs. And I told Hetty if anything happened to you it would be on her.”

He watched his partner’s jaw drop. “Let’s be honest, she’s had that one coming since she sent you to Afghanistan.”

He didn’t feel bad about it. Not after all the ways Hetty had screwed them over the years. They’d all looked the other way one too many times and he was done. The cost was too high.

“I’m so sorry,” Kensi said.

“You’re sorry? I’m sorry. I’m the one who let that asshole kidnap you. If I had been there—“

“No,” Kensi told him firmly, “you are not blaming yourself for this. We have to stop doing that and put the blame where it really belongs.”

Deeks raised his eyebrows. “Kens…”

“It’ll be good for us. I’ll start,” Kensi thought for a moment, “I personally would like to blame the Syrian insurgents who dropped a helicopter on my leg. Because if they hadn’t done that I wouldn’t have met Ferris in rehab. See? Easy.”

“I can blame anyone I want?” Deeks asked.

“As long as it’s not you or me.”

“Okay, then I would like to blame Hetty for sending you to Afghanistan in the first place. Because if she hadn’t done that, then you wouldn’t have been kidnapped the first time or the second time.”

“Wow, you really do have some pent up anger about that huh?”

His eyes narrowed. “You have no idea.”

“Fine, helicopters and Hetty. That works for me.”

“Helicopters and Hetty,” he echoed quietly. It sat well with him. Finding a place to send the blame shifted some of the weight on his shoulders.

“So,” she looked up at him coyly, the mood in the car going to a lighter, happier place. “I bet you were pretty sexy throwing those chairs.”

“Maybe a little sexy. You would have to ask Callen and Sam. Ooh,” he winced. “Actually I wouldn’t ask Callen anything right now.”

“What’s wrong with Callen?”

“Joelle.”

“Joelle?”

“She’s CIA. Hetty knew.”

“Damn it!” Kensi cried. “I finally get back in the game and I still miss out on everything!”

“You didn’t 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.”

“But I was unconscious half the time. Why did you let Ferris kidnap me?” she whined.

“I thought you said it wasn’t my fault!”

“It’s not!” she huffed. “I’m just mad I missed all the fun. God, poor Callen.”

“Yeah, worst break-up ever.”

“Comfortable?” Deeks asked.

“Mmhmmm….”

Her legs lay across his lap, her fingers entwined with his, her back pressed against him. They’d been sitting one the couch for an hour and she kept finding new ways to mold her body even closer to his. It didn’t 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.

“So, I think we need some new rules,” he told her.

“Okay.”

“No more helicopters.”

“Reasonable.”

“No more new friends. We’re good with the ones we have.”

One eye cracked open. “Really?”

“No 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.”

“Deeks,” she chuckled.

“You’re laughing, but I’m serious,” he persisted. “Let’s get you a bubble to live in or, better yet, let’s just go. Let’s go lie on a deserted island beach somewhere and leave all this behind.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d suggested it and every time the thought came to him he wanted it more. It didn’t 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.

“Deeks…we can’t do that.”

“Why not?” he said, some of his anxiety slipping in through the levity.

“Because you would hate it. I would hate it. We would drive each other crazy. And the team needs us. I know today sucked, that the last eight months have sucked, but we can’t just leave.”

He went silent. She turned to look at him, concern in her eyes. “Deeks?”

“I went crazy without you today. Ever since Syria, it’s like I can never really rest. I’m scared of losing you every second. I thought it would be better now that you’re home and things are better, but it’s not. And then Ferris took you because I wasn’t there. You were abducted because of my choices. If I hadn’t done what I did to Boyle, or if I’d come clean to Whiting months ago, I wouldn’t have been in that cell when you were taken.”

The words bubbled out before he could stop them. He’d kept his pain private for so long, but the day had worn down his defenses. He felt raw and exposed and guilty that he’d let his feelings escape.

“I didn’t know,” Kensi looked stunned. “Why didn’t you tell me you’d been so afraid?”

“You had enough going on. I didn’t want to add one more thing.” He took a shaky breath, trying to steady himself. He wanted to be a rock for her and tonight he was failing. Just like he’d failed to protect her from Ferris. Just liked he’d failed to protect her from a crashing helicopter.

“Baby,” her face was so full of love and worry, “tell me now.”

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. He’d been shouldering his own burden along with hers and the weight was slowly crushing him to death. “I’m so sorry,” he finally told her, his eyes wet with tears. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry that I didn’t stop this from happening to you.”

“Deeks, this wasn’t your fault. None of it. Everything that happened was because of Hetty’s master plan. She would have found some way to take you out of the picture. Helicopters and Hetty remember?”

“Okay, fine, maybe that’s true, but it doesn’t change the fact that I wasn’t there today. The thought of you with that psychopath, alone and scared…”

“I wasn’t scared.”

He met her eyes, surprised at the strength and calm he found there. “What?”

“I wasn’t scared of Ferris. I mean, I was a little freaked out when he started trying to take a saw to my leg. But, I wasn’t scared. All this time in rehab, I’ve been afraid I wouldn’t be able to come back, that I wouldn’t be good enough anymore. But as soon as Ferris put me in that chair…I knew I was going to be strong enough. Honestly, you guys showed up too early. Another fifteen minutes and I would have had him.”

“Really?” he asked incredulously.

She smiled at him and suddenly there she was. His Kensi, looking at him for the first time in months. “Really. I’m back, Deeks.”

He kissed her, his fingers tangling in her hair, even as he felt tears stinging his eyes. He hadn’t known if he would ever see her again, the Kensi he’d fallen in love with, but here she was, as if she’d never been gone. It was as if the sun had finally emerged after months of darkness.

“Okay,” she pulled away and reached for his hands, gripping them firmly. “Enough. We’re done with this. Done with keeping things from each other so nobody gets hurt, done with struggling, done with being afraid. I can’t do it anymore and neither can you.”

She’d surprised him again. “What uh, what do you want to do?” he asked in confusion.

“Let’s just…be all right. Let’s 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, let’s just decide that we’re all right.”

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.

“We’re all right,” 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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ejzah · 2 years ago

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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 you’re squeamish), Anna peels off her face, and it’s actually Hetty.

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The One with the Clone

“You know, I’m surprised Hetty didn’t actually come,” Deeks commented quietly to Kensi as they watched Callen and Anna finish their final dance of the night.

“Eh, it’s Hetty, she’s a walking enigma,” Sam said with a half-smile. “I’m sure she’ll pop up when we least expect it.”

“Hopefully just not on Callen and Anna’s honeymoon,” Kensi added with a short. Both men turned to her with twin looks of horror.

“Why would you say that?” Deeks asked.

“It’s funny. You know, that’s like the worst time possible and Hetty likes to be unpredictable.” She waited, obviously expecting them to join in, her laughter becoming increasingly awkward and forced.

“Deeks, your wife is nuts.”

“Hey,” Kensi protested as Sam shrugged apologetically. She turned to Deeks, looking for his support.

“Hey, I love you baby, exactly as you are.”

“Gee, thanks!” Shaking her head, she leaned into Deeks’ shoulder. “I’m happy for them.”

“Yeah, it’s good to see them finally settled after all this time.”

***

“So, what do you want to do first?” Callen asked, drawing Anna into their wedding suite. He couldn’t stop smiling, happier than he’d ever recalled. Anna seemed relieved too now that all the wedding drama was over. “Wel could go for a walk through the gardens, grab something to eat. Deeks said there’s a good Mediterranean restaurant nearby or he mentioned another place with and I quote, “amazing pie”. Actually, Kensi brought up the pie.”

“Callen,” Anna grasped his arms, swaying slightly as she drew him farther into the room. “Do you really want to look at tulips or eat apple pie right now?” she asked him coyly.

“Well, I was more thinking like a French silk since Sam isn’t here to glare at me and talk about cholesterol.”

“Callen.” She gave him a playfully reproving look. “We’re on our honeymoon. We just got married.” 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 Anna’s waist. “Yeah, let’s stay in.”

“Good. I’m going to go change into something less…restrictive,” 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 Anna’s bags to the side, knowing better than to mess with her clothes.

“Ooh champagne. How fancy,” 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. “I figured this was one time where I cliché wouldn’t hurt.” He clinked his glass against hers. “Congratulations, Mrs. Callen.”

“And to you, Mr. Callen.” 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 Anna’s lip, laughing softly.

“What?”

“I’m happy,” Callen answered simply. “Probably happier than I’ve ever been.”

“Really?” Anna asked, sounding uncharacteristically shy.

He cupped her cheeks and kissed her again, putting his whole heart and soul into it. “Yes.”

“In that case, I have a surprise for you,” Anna said, taking a step back.

“Oh yeah. Well, if it has anything to do with this, I can get behind it.” He gestured to her negligee.

“Not quite.” 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.

“Anna!” 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 didn’t even register any pain. “Hetty,” he breathed, eyes wide with shock.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, the voice still Anna’s, yet coming from Hetty’s wizened face.

“This can’t be. I must be dreaming.”

“I assure you it’s all real,” Hetty said, stepping forward. When he shied away, she looked hurt, but didn’t attempt to move closer. “I thought you. said you were happy.”

“Yeah, with Anna, not…” He trailed off and gestured to Hetty. “So all this time Anna was really you?”

“Well, no, not at first,” Hetty admitted reluctantly. “The first few years, you know the real Anna, but then once a romance began between you, I felt I needed to intervene.”

“Then where’s the real Anna? You didn’t—?”

“Oh no, she’s quite safe on one of my properties.” Hetty seemed to think that would reassure him. “I had to scale back how much I used her after a while because she began getting suspicious.”

“Oh my god,” Callen murmured. “Neither of you have been in the same room for years and all this time—Oh god.”

“That doesn’t mean anything need to change between us. I’ve made you perfectly happy,” Hetty continued. “You just said it yourself.”

“You’re insane.” Callen shook his head, lurching towards the door.

“Where are you going?”

“I need to get out of here,” he muttered.

“No, you can’t leave! We’re on our honeymoon!” Hetty objected, darting at him.

“Don’t come near me,” 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.

“Grisha, please come back!” Hetty called desperately after him. “I can still be Anna for you.”

Callen just sped up, certain no amount of alcohol would ever erase the image of Hetty in Anna’s body from his mind.

***

A/N: I think this is the first time I’ve 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 Anna’s 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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glenncoco4 · 3 years ago

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A/N: Sometimes things don’t work out the way you’d hope but…

••••

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 what’s been bugging her all night finally clicks in her head. “Hey, Kay?”

“Yeah?”

“You know what we should do?”

Taking another sip of wine, Kensi prys her eyes from the screen, meeting the blonde’s. “What?”

“Take pregnancy tests.”

Her shoulders deflate and the small buzz that she had a few minutes ago is suddenly gone. It’s been blissful these last few months without the constant stress over making her body do something that it clearly doesn’t want to. As much as she wants to be a mother, she’s finally starting to adjust to the reality that it may just be her and Deeks for the rest of their lives. She’s become a freer version of herself, maybe the freest she’s ever been because the thought of hanging up their guns and exploring the endless possibilities that the world has to offer, and with him…well, she can’t get much happier than that. “Why?”

“It couldn’t hurt.” 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 mother’s intuition.

“Man, there’s no way.”

“Why, have you and Marty not been having sex?”

Her brow furrows in confusion as if that’s the most ridiculous question she could’ve ever asked because well…it is. “What? Of course, we have. We can’t keep our hands off each other.”

“Okay, so how long has it been since you’ve taken a test?”

“We agreed that taking a break from trying and scheduling and all that other bullshit was best for right now.”

“You still didn’t answer my question.”

“It’s been about 8 months now.”

“Okay, so maybe your body got the stress relief it needed.”

She looks down at the stem of her glass, fingers nervously fiddling with each other before she takes a deep breath, and meets her friend’s eyes once again, this time unable to stop the tears from filling to the brim. “I don’t know if I can take another disappointment.”

“What if this time it’s an appointment?”

The huff of laughter that escapes her lips can’t 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. “What?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Alright, but you better fill my glass to the brim because I’m more than likely gonna need it.”

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.

With a test in hand, she’s 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 bricks…6 weeks.

Placing the stick on the paper towel that’s 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. “You have the life you’re exactly supposed to have. You are loved. You are not a failure. Marty loves you with his whole heart. You’re happy. You’re content.”

There’s a sudden knock at the door, drawing her out of her daze.

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.

“Please tell me you washed your hands.”

“Of course I did.”

“Can I tell you something?” A sad smile crosses the brunette’s face wondering why she let herself do this again. Why would she set herself up for disappointment yet again?

“You know you can, Kens.”

“I kinda hope it’s negative.”

The blonde’s brow furrows in confusion, this is definitely not what she was expecting. “Why would you say that?”

“Because I know what feelings to expect.” She shrugs as the tears begin to fall from her sorrowful mismatched orbs.

Shaking her head, the blonde’s arms find their way around her neck, pulling her into a compassionate embrace.

Kensi can’t help but sink into the hug. She doesn’t 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 isn’t the same. Only another woman could truly understand what she feels.

It’s a few minutes filled with welcomed silence before Mandy pulls back, locking eyes with her friend. “Okay, you wanna see if we’ll be drinking the rest of the wine tonight or shopping for baby clothes?”

“You look, I can’t.”

Not letting go of the brunette’s hand, Mandy, takes a look at her test and lets out a sigh of relief before her eyes land on the test that they’re really here for. “Oh…”

••••

Opening the front door he’s 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 wasn’t expecting is a silent room and his wife sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the coffee table.

A sad smile crosses his face as he tries to determine what’s 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.

“Oh, my god, baby, what’s wrong?”

She shakes her head as the tears begin to fall.

“Baby, talk to me.”

“When I was Mandy’s tonight, 1-“

“You what?

“I took a pregnancy test.”

“Baby, I thought we agreed that we were gonna take a break from that for a while.”

“I know. I know. It’s just she was so adamant about it and-“ She starts to cry again.

Taking this as a bad sign, he throws his arm over her shoulders and pulls her into him. “We’re gonna be okay, you hear me? We have a whole beautiful life together and an endless amount of possibilities. You and me. That’s all we need. We’re perfect the way we are…just the two of us.”

She sniffles, slightly pulling back from their embrace, question written in her red eyes. “So what, you wanna look into adoption then? Or I guess we could ask one of the girls.”

He’s perplexed, to say the least. Brow furrowed, he shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. “I’m sorry, what?”

She doesn’t say anything rather just looks back to the coffee table where her gaze was when he walked in. “Well, if you don’t want our baby.”

“Our-“ His eyes stay trained on her as he feels the briefly forgotten hope make itself known. “Are you sure?”

“As sure as those are.”

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. “I can’t believe this.”

“I know, me-“

“Four babies!”

She snaps her head towards him, brow pinched but she’s unable to keep the laughter from escaping her lips seeing the wide-eyed smirk on his face. “You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” Leaning forward, he smiles as his lips touch hers, relishing in this moment. This feeling.

They briefly pull back, shared looks of awe and all-consuming love shining in their eyes. “And you’re also my baby daddy.”

Shaking his head, he traces her arm and works its way up until he’s 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. “I love you.”

“I love you.” She closes the small distance between them, placing her lips to his once more.

“How about a little celebration?”

“What’d you have in mind, investigator?”

He doesn’t 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 I’ll ever need.

#Densi #Densi Fanfic #The Deeks’#Kensi x Deeks #Hubby & Wifey #NCIS: LA #NCIS: LA Fanfic

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mystictruth123456-blog · 7 years ago

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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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Dear Jack, My Dearest Deeks

A Densi-mber Drabble

by Psyched

December 25, 2017

Dear Jack,

It’s very early Christmas morning, technically still the middle of the night. Is it weird that I’m alone in my living room writing a letter to my former fiancé? I’m doing what I’ve done since I was a kid: waking up while it’s still dark to sit in the light of the Christmas tree, reminiscing about years past and contemplating the ones to come (okay, when I was younger, I admit I was really trying to figure out what Santa brought me, but the practice evolved as I did). You used to respect my wish to be alone then, and I appreciated that.

It’s been a peaceful tradition for me ever since I can remember, with the exception of the year I got up and found you gone. When you weren’t beside me in bed that night, I wondered if I’d find you already on the couch, doing some deep thinking of your own. Needless to say, I spent the wee hours of that Christmas morning (and then some) worrying about you. I suppose you’re still trying to figure out why I’m writing you, recounting that night. You know I forgave you long ago for leaving me. But now I feel compelled to thank you for it.

Yeah, it seems a little crazy to me too. A dozen years later, I write a letter I’m not sure will ever get to you, to thank you for abandoning me in the middle of the night. It’s because the man who’s in my bed as I write this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I wouldn’t have met him if you and I had lived the life we planned. When I saw you in Afghanistan and you told me you’d found peace in Islam, how you fell in love again and had a child, I was (ultimately) happy for you. I know you were happy for me the next time we met, when you heard Deeks and I were moving in together. We’re engaged now, and by this time next year, we’ll be married. Maybe by the Christmas after that we’ll have a baby.

Looking back on it now, with the gift of hindsight and in the glow of a Christmas tree I decorated with my last future husband, I can recognize that night so long ago as a turning point in my life. Being forced re-define myself and my future was necessary, and closing myself off to love seemed warranted at the time. I found a career that I love that makes a difference in the world. That work led me to a man who saw behind my façade and fell in love with the woman I became and who was able, willing, and wanting to do whatever it took to make me love him too. I have you to thank for that, Jack.

Time to wrap this up because Deeks will be out soon. It’s still oh-dark-thirty, but I’ve been alone on the couch for nearly an hour and that’s usually about as long as it takes him to join me. As much as I valued you giving me space, Deeks understands that I also need the love and support of his presence right now.

There will always be a special place in my heart for you, Jack, and I’ll always want the best for you. I hope you’ll be glad to know I finally have that too, with Deeks.

Fondly, Kensi soon-to-be Blye-Deeks

My Dearest Deeks,

You’ll be here soon, so I’ll make this quick. It’s early Christmas morning and you know I’m on our couch thinking about the paths my life has taken, and where I want it to go in the future. When you come and wrap me in your arms, I’ll share my latest dreams and desires with you while we gaze at our beautiful tree. You’ll do the same, and the tradition will continue, no longer just mine. Now one I look forward to every year in a way I never did when I was alone.

I’ll show you the letter I just wrote to Jack. When you finish reading it, you’ll hold back your tears and accuse me of being dangerously romantic. After you demonstrate how much my words mean to you 😉, you’ll probably get around to asking me why I wrote it now. If you don’t, I’ll tell you, because it’s important.

I realized tonight in my annual middle-of-the-night Christmas musings that much like Jack prompted a change in me all those years ago, you’ve done the same. The person I became in the aftermath of his departure no longer exists. I am a wholly different woman. I allowed my mom back in my life because of you, and we had a wonderful evening with her and your mother earlier tonight. I dedicated my career to protecting people and have only gotten better at it since you became my partner. I fell in love again, admittedly against my own better judgment, and have never regretted a moment of it. Soon we’ll start planning our wedding. And I’m actually excited about figuring out what we’ll do next professionally (I never thought I’d say anything good about the prospect of leaving NCIS—especially after how desperate I was to get back there last year) so we can start working on those mutant ninja assassins (or sneaky pyromaniac monkeys—I’m sure we’ll love whichever we get) we keep talking about.

I want to thank you too, babe. I love our work, our home, and our life together, and I can’t wait to see what the next few years bring. I have you to thank for so much of who I am now and for being happier than I ever thought I could be. Is it any wonder I’ll love you until the end of time and back?

Yours Always, Kensi soon-to-be Blye-Deeks

#densi-mber 2017 #densi-mber drabble #not sure where this came from #one more bonus Christmas fic to go before New Year's

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ejzah · 3 years ago

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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, I’m 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

“Baby, I love that this is a part of our anniversary tradition,” 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.

“It was a magical moment,” Deek commented, barely breathing heavier.

“It was.” She reached for his hands, instantly feeling steadier with his support. “I just don’t get why we couldn’t have dinner first.”

“Well, Kensi My Love,” Deeks began. He started guiding her across the ice with in a weaving pattern. “It was exactly at 2:23 in the afternoon when you stopped me here and suggested we, how did you put it? Go ‘all in’?”

She glanced around, realizing that they were in the exact spot, or close enough to where she’d drawn up every ounce of courage she had. As nervous as Kensi had been, it was the single best decision she ever made.

“You remember it down to the minute?” Kensi asked, impressed at his attention to detail.

“Well, 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.” 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 Deeks’ forearms for balance, and kissed him.

“I have never been happier,” she murmured.

“Me too. .” Deeks released her arms, taking a step back. He suddenly looked a little nervous and drew in a deep breath. “I love you Kensi Marie Blye.

“Deeks…” She lowered her eyebrows, suddenly unsure.

“Kensi Marie Blye,” he repeated, reaching into his jacket pocket as he dropped to one knee, opening a box. “Will you marry me.” His voice shook one the last word. Kensi’s froze for a second, eyes catching the sparkle of a diamond.

Kens?” he prompted quietly, maybe a little uncertainly. Even so, he cracked a smile.

“Yes,” Kensi answered softly, then more firmly. “Yes, Deeks. I will marry you.” She sank yo her knees beside him, ignoring the chill of ice through her jeans, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Oh, thank god,” he breathed, chuckling. “I had this whole speech planned, but I kind of panicked and forgot it all.” She laughed with him, holding his cheeks as they pressed their foreheads together.

Several people cheered, but Kensi ignored them, pulling Deeks’ mouth back to hers.

***

A/N: I’m not sure I ever mentioned it before, but when my brother-in-law proposed to my older sister, he’d 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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glenncoco4 · 3 years ago

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You Can Count On Me

A/N: Chapter 9

••••

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

“What are we doing here?”

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

His heart picks up speed when he suddenly realizes what the look on her face earlier could very well be...“Yeahhh.”

“And what I want more than anything else in this world is to feel safe every day of my life.”

“You do realize you’re a federal agent, right? One of the most dangerous jobs ever.”

“That’s not...I’m not explaining myself right.”

“Well, you can always resort to my form of communication.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully, semi-kidding but not really.

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. “Better?”

“Oh yes, very much so.”

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. “What 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 I’m 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 we’re 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 it’s one of the reasons I love you so much and...”

“Kens?”

There’s 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. “What it all comes down to is this...there’s nothing more I want in this world than to grow old and grey with you. So if your offer still-“

He doesn’t give her time to finish her sentence before his hand finds the back of her neck and he’s 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 they’re 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.

••••

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. They’ve been more touchy ever since and definitely happier. A huge challenge that they’ve come across the past week however is having to go into character around the guys at work.

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.

The week of bliss had been shattered when a marine’s young daughter goes missing. Kensi was suddenly lost in the past and the similarities of the story playing before them was to her own.

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.

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.

“Wh-what’s going on?” The shaggy blonde 17 year old speaks up as his best friend finds his hand, already preparing herself for the worst.

Roberta looks up, tears in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, it’s your dad.”

“No!” The brunette shakes her head vigorously. “No!”

“What happened?”

“His helicopter was shot down.”

He’s already prepared for her to collapse in his arms, hell he’s surprised he’s still standing himself. But instead of tears, the young brunette just screams in denial once again before running out the front door.

Without thought Deeks chases after her, running out the door as he calls out to her. He doesn’t know why he thought she’d stop. He sees the direction she’s going and immediately knows where she’s running off to.

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.

Her fingers find the cotton of shirt, grabbing on for dear life. It’s 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 there’s nothing in this world that’s going make the pain go away.

His lips find the top of her head, knowing that he’s 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 that’s what you do when you love someone.

As the arrests are made and Amanda is reunited with her father, Deeks’ attention shifts to his fiancée. He’s 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 partner’s head.

Walking up next to her, it takes everything in him not to pull her in his arms. Her focus doesn’t 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. “Thinking about your dad?”

“Yeah.” She nods, unable to look at him otherwise her tears might fall.

They’re sitting at the table eating lunch, actually eating might be a bit of an overstatement. It’s 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.

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.

A sudden knock at the door pulls the four out of their haze. Marty wipes his mouth and quickly stands. “I’ll get it.”

Walking to the front door, he can see the top of an official marine’s hat peaking through the door window. Dread fills the young man’s body, already sensing that this is the official house call, the one that confirms their worst fears.

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...he’d do anything. She’s been so beside herself especially considering the last time that she ever talked to her dad they were fighting.

Begrudgingly pulling the door open, he looks up and meets the eyes of one of Don’s 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.

“Hi, Marty.” Donald hesitantly stands with the support of his crutches.

All he think about is Kensi and Julia. He doesn’t respond to his surrogate father, and before he can even process what he’s doing, the 17 year old turns and walks back into the house, cerulean blues wide in shock.

Kensi’s 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. “Marty, what’s wrong?”

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, that’s when he suddenly notices the reason for the crutches.

Kensi’s and the mom’s 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 what’s happening before them.

“Hi...it took me awhile but I finally made it.”

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.

“Oh my god, Don, what happened to your leg?” Roberta’s lips work faster than what her brain can process, the words spilling out of her like its the most reasonable question to ask.

Marty’s eyes go wide in shock, before her sending a pointed glare.“Mom!”

“What?”

Before anything else can be said the marine’s eyes follow the length of his body, eventually coming to a stop where his left leg once was. “Oh my god!”

Marty can’t 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.

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.

“Hey, he came home.”

Her story may have a happy ending but it was that month and a half that still weigh on her mind. “I know, but its just those 6 weeks and...”

“I know, baby. I know.” And he does. Just like before they found out Don was alive, he’d 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. That’s 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.

••••

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 doesn’t notice him miss the exit to her apartment and continue on towards Malibu until they’re pulling into the parking lot. “How about some tacos at the beach?”

“Sure, I guess.” She shrugs.

As the SUV pulls to a stop, Marty’s eyes find the lone figure about 100 feet in front of them.

Noticing he hasn’t made a move to get out yet, Kensi’s brow furrows and follows his line of sight. As soon as her eyes land on what he’s 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 fiancé’s lips towards hers in a kiss emotional passionate kiss. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

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.

When he received a discreet text from his surrogate son, the former marine dropped everything he was doing and headed to the beach. It wasn’t an emergency, which is always a relief but considering there wasn’t 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. “Rough day?”

“Yeah.”

The detective watches on as the pair embrace, it breaks his heart knowing that she’s still dealing with the turmoil of thinking she lost her father for years now. He’s tried to help her get through it, her parents have tried, but one thing Kensi Blye is good at, it’s not forgiving herself.

After a few minutes the pair pulls back, giving Marty the chance to get in his own hug with his surrogate father. “How you doing, son?”

“Better now that she’s better.”

The older man notices a change in the younger man’s 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. They’re together.

#Densi #Densi Fanfic #Kensi Blye #Marty Deeks #You Can Count On Me #NCIS: LA

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