#Kensi pulls them out

[fandomxo00]

So now let's imagine:

Logan lets you do his makeup

 

note: alllll gifs and photos are from Pinterest unless stated otherwise or from app gifs! not mine yall i just want a partner who be interested in my stuff and vise versa, like if we aint best friends we aren't gonna work out. im so self indulgent but its just how i write, and logan is PERFECT the way he is, eyebrows included! and i did my name again im sorry, i want him to say my full name but only him - unedited

You sat on Logan’s thick muscular thighs clad in blue jeans and a thick belt around his hips. You had surrounded both sides of Logan with makeup. His large burly arms wrapped around you as adjusted yourself on his lap giggling as he stared you down at your eyes “You have to wait.” You murmured, turning your body to grab a primer for his makeup, your other hand dropping down to his abs, you'd told him you didn't want to scrub eyeshadow of his shirt. But it was rather distracting to have your wildly hot boyfriend shirtless. Nevertheless, you opened the cap of the primer, squeezing a dollop on finger, before rubbing the substance between your fingers. “Close your eyes.” You encouraged, Logan’s shoulders relaxed as the pads of your fingers were featherlike against his eyelids. Trying to be a patient man for you, his hands stayed firmly on your back, rubbing up and down, along your spine. 

“How long is gonna take.” Logan murmured, as you shrugged as his eyes opened, connecting to yours. 

“Dunno.” You continued, moving forward. “Close your eyes, Lo.” You voice was a tad higher pitched as you whined. 

“Whatta mean you don’t know?” Logan retorted, tilting his head to the side, as you softly moaned, closing your eyes as his hand found a knot in your back. Starting to dig his strong fingers into your skin, you accidentally buck against him as you arch into him. Logan verbally groans at the feeling of your nipples rubbing against his chest, even though you had a shirt on you'd foregone a shirt this morning. Even though he was practically taunting himself, he rubbed harder into the muscle, making you jump into his chest, the slight pain making you moan at pleasure as the knot was worked out of your muscles. 

“It can take 15 minutes, or it could take two hours, Lo. I don’t know….” You trailed, as he rubbed at your back again before leaning forward to lightly kiss your lips.

“I’m not saying I mind, just asking baby.” Logan murmured against your lips, looking into your eyes as you gave him a lovingly smile. The sweet man you know and love always went soft for you, he far more patience for you than anyone else, more compassion, he was more protective and he’d just about anything for you. His eyes moved into tiny slits as you pursed your lips moving them to the side. "What's in going on in that head." Your fingers soothed over his eyebrows, while you continued to think about whether you wanted to pluck them or not. The shape of his eyebrows suited him well, but he didnt needed all that extra hair on the sides.

"Can I pluck your eyebrows?" You asked, your voice sweet.

"That's off limits, hell no." Logan grunted, as his fingers rubbed up and down your spine, looking back into your eyes as you gave him a pouty face. "But I love you."

"I wouldn't make you look bad, Lo, c'mon. I was literally just thinking about how the shape of your eyebrow's suites you very well but-" You took a breath as you spoke quickly, a smile slowly growing on Logan's cheeks at your rambling.

"Fine but only if you keep talking." Logan replied, pulling your body in closer to his strong abs, you smiled, grabbing your tweezers.

"What do you want me to talk about?" You questioned, as he looked up into your eyes and shrugged.

"Anything, sweetheart, just wanna hear your voice."

"Your a sap, Logan Howlett."

"Bite me, Kensi Y/L/N." Logan teased, leaning into your face, glancing down at your lips, as you pretended to growl. You put your mouth on his bare shoulder, you heard his deep laughter, as you sucked a hickey into the skin and giving it a good nip. Logan's laughter was mute as you removed your teeth from his neck, grinning over at him, as he pulled you tighter to kiss you.

"Logan." You sighed, moving back as you glanced down at his soft lips.

"I am not the one who decided to fucking bite the other." Logan joked.

"You told me to do it, Lo!" You laughed, as he smiled back at you the sides of his eyes crinkling. You start on his eyebrows and the first pluck he shoots back at the pain.

"What the fuck?" Logan gasped, as your eyes widened.

"What?" You giggled, your hand moving up to pick at another and he stops you with his hand, catching you by the wrist.

"Wait no-that hurts."

"It's a tweezer, Lo." You retorted, "And you can't tell me this is the worst pain-."

"It's not." Logan scoffed, "Jus- hurry up." he grumbled, as you smiled down at him, amusement shining back in Logan's eyes. You finished up his eyebrows, even getting Logan to shed a tear at one particular hair. You kept his eyebrows bushy; it didn't really change the appearance it was just more aesthetically pleasing. Then you moved on to eyeshadow, grabbing a palette and a brush, tapping the fluffy hair into the pigment. Logan closes his eyes on cue, as you start lightly patting it on his eyelid. "Shit baby gotta pee."

"I told you to go before." You grumbled, getting off of his lap, as he helped you move around your makeup. Logan's large frame moved in front of you, his large hand coming to your cheek. Your hand came over his as he leant to softly kiss you.

"I'll be quick." Logan promised, before scurrying off to the bathroom. You sighed as you remembered about the cotton pads you were going to use to touch up his makeup, if need be. So, you walked to the bathroom, he didn't even think to close the door anymore. Standing by the toilet going pee, as you leant down to grab cotton pads. Logan flushes, you glance over at him with a fond smile as he puts the toilet seat down. Kissing your cheek as he bumped his hips into yours, so he could wash his hands. "Follow me around like a little puppy."

"Shush." You blushed, glancing over at him as he glanced up into the mirror, his eyebrow raising as he looked at the unblended eyeshadow on his lids.

"Baby, I love you but this doesn't look good so far."

"It's process, James."

"Alright, McKensi." Goosebumps ran up your spine at the sound of his deep voice saying your full name, you didn't particularly liked being called McKensi, but when he said it, you just wanted him to keep saying it. Logan leaned into the mirror, his eyes scanning his eyebrows before glancing over at you with a smile. "I like my eyebrows though."

"Really?" You grinned, as his hand slipped around your waist and pulled you into his stomach.

"Yeah baby."

"Now no more distractions!" You grunted, intertwining your hands than dragging Logan back to the couch. His hands splayed over your back as he looked down at you with dreamy green eyes. You sighed as you scanned his features, your hand coming to his hairy jaw, as he dipped his chin. Moving in towards you to steal a kiss before you lightly shoved him back on to the couch with a push to the chest. There was no way in hell you were moving 400 something pounds of adamantium, but he pretended to give in to your strength, careful not to completely plop down on the couch or he would break it. "Sure you want me on your-."

"Yeah, I am." Logan cut you off, his hands going to straight to your ass as he pulled his legs apart. With a swift tug you fell down on to his lap with a grunt, your hands moving up and down his pecs. His hands continued to wonder your curves as you continued to do his eyeshadow. "So your skipping what-?"

"Foundation, I don't like using it." You explained. "I dunno the ones I've always used make my skin texture look really bad so I'd rather just not."

"You don't need it anyways."

"It's not about needed it, it's about feeling better about yourself, that's all that matters." You continued, as Logan grinned as you finished up his eyes.

You tested Logan's patience but holding you close for so long felt like a privilege, getting to basically just stare at you and watch you talk for a solid hour. When you were done, he couldn't help but admit that you'd done a good job. You grinned over at him before wrapping your arms tight around his neck and bringing him in for a hot kiss.

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[ejzah]

A/N: A random, and maybe odd, little drabble where Deeks runs into an old acquaintance.

***

Visits From the Past

Kensi and Deeks strolled down an aisle lined with canned soups and vegetables, walking side-by-side since they were the only two around at the moment.

“What else do we need?”

“Just the arugula and Reese’s,” Deeks answered slowly, scrolling through the list on his phone. He caught Kensi’s eye. “All part of a balanced diet.”

“Ok, I’ll go to the candy aisle,” Kensi offered.

“Naturally,” Deeks teased. “Hey, should I grab an extra bag of—”

“Marty? Marty Deeks?”

They both turned at his name, Deeks’ hand going towards his waistband, the instinct ingrained even two years removed from the job. He raised an eyebrow at the redhead who’d aligned her cart with theirs.

She smiled expectantly, clearly thinking he’d remember her. Obviously she wasn’t a former suspect or convict based on her response.

“Hi. Uh, do I know you?” he asked, smiling to offset any possible hurt feelings. He hadn’t dated her, he knew that for sure.

“Yes. At first I wasn’t sure it was you, with the beard and all, but I’d recognize your voice anywhere,” she said. “I’m Katie Lomberger. From high school orchestra.”

“Right, Katie.” Deeks nodded. They’d bonded over their mutual love for John Denver, but never had all that much in common. He turned to include Kensi. “Katie played first chair violin.”

“And you played second. You were always so serious when we practiced. Only time someone could get you to stop talking.”

“Somethings never change,” he joked, gesturing to Kensi. “This is Kensi, my wife.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Kensi said as Katie gasped.

“You’re married? I never expected that,” Katie blurted out. She immediately covered her mouth, looking mortified. “Oh my god, that’s not what I meant.”

“Hey, you wouldn’t be the first to make similar comments,” Deeks assured her, though he would have preferred a different response.

“You once told me you never intended to get married.”

“Yeah, well, I said a lot of things when I was younger that turned out to be inaccurate.” He shrugged and Katie gave him a look that somehow transversed the close to thirty years between them.

“A lot of people worried about you back then. It’s nice to see the great debater actually settled down,” she commented. It shouldn’t have affected him, but he felt oddly embarrassed by her fond regard.

“I’m pretty glad too,” he settled on. “Not too sure about Kensi, though.”

“Stop it,” Kensi chastised him softly, and Katie smiled knowingly.

“Same old Deeks.” She touched his arm. “It was good seeing you again, Marty. Kensi.”

As she walked away, Deeks blew out an extended breath. “Well, that wasn’t awkward or anything.

“Maybe, but I like learning new things about you. And seeing you prove people wrong,” she told him, reaching up to stroke the back of his neck. “Speaking of, how is it that I didn’t know you were in orchestra?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll pull out my violin and see what I remember,” he said. At Kensi’s surprised look, he explicated, “Maybe visiting the past isn’t always such a bad thing. Makes you appreciate the present even more.”

[toasttt11]

draft day

June 28, 2023

Kensington woke up to sound of her alarm and sat up shutting it off quickly before realizing it was her draft day. She quickly jumped out of her bed and walked across the hotel room to where Quinn, Jack, and Luke were sleeping. She jumped into the bed that Jack and Luke were sharing and slid into the spot between the two.

Kensington shook both of them. Jack woke up first seeing his little sister next to him shaking him, “Sunny! it’s your draft day.” Jack smiled pulling his little sister into a tight hug, making her fall onto him.

“I know!” Kensington giggled happily making Quinn slowly wake up to the sound of his sister’s giggles. Luke rolled over opening his eyes looking at his siblings.

Ellen and Jim walked in brining breakfast, Ellen smiled seeing all her babies together, “Good you are all awake!” Ellen set the bags of food on the table before walking over to the bed that three of her kids were in and leaned down pressing a kiss to her youngest forhead, “Happy draft day Kensi!” Ellen proudly smiled at her daughter.

“Thanks mama.” Kensington smiled leaning her head on Jack’s chest.

“Alright all of you need to eat we have got a big day.” Ellen looked at her four kids, getting two half asleep nods and two smiles from her other kids, “And Kensi yours is going to melt.” Ellen mischievously smiled at her youngest.

Kensington looked at her mother before gasping excitedly before quickly getting out of the bed and rushing over to the desk where her father was sitting. Kensington leaned down pressing a kiss to her dad’s cheek, “Hi dad.” Before she looked down at the door and smiled seeing two of her favorite things, Iced Matcha’s and Açaí bowls. Kensington grabbed her breakfast before sitting crisscross on the end of the bed eating her bowl as her brothers all got out bed grabbing the food for them.

Luke grabbed his food stealing the spot next to his sister pressing a soft kiss to her head before digging into his food.

Quinn walked over to his sister giving her a side hug careful of her food and pressed a soft kiss to the side of her head, “Happy draft day little sunshine.” Kensington smiled happily at her older brother as she was chewing her granola from her bowl.

Jack jumped onto the bed behind Kensington and Luke, He sat up behind the two happily munching on his breakfast burrito. Quinn sat behind Luke.

The four all quickly ate their food in silence as their parents ate at the desk.

Jack leaned over Kensington’s shoulder gaining her attention, Jack pulled out his famous pout towards his little sister.

“Alright.” Kensington fondly agreed, Jack whooped taking her iced matcha and taking a sip.

Jack handed it back to his sister after drinking some of it and continued eating.

The six all quickly finished their breakfast and the boys started to get ready first as the camera were coming on wanting to see Kensington get ready. Ellen and Jim had already gotten ready before they brought breakfast.

The boys are walked out the room as Kensington was sitting at the desk doing her makeup and hair with her mother, Kensington opened and closed her mouth in shock as she looked at the three and their suits, she turned to look at her parents as saw her dad put on his tie and her mom was holding her heels.

Kensington smiled feelings her eyes welled with tears, Jack has a pink vest and tie, Luke has pink bow tie and pocket square, Quinn has a pink button up shirt, Her dad has pink socks and tie, Her mom has pink heels and earrings. Pink her favorite color

“Thank you.” Kensington smiled wobbly at her family, Jack threw an arm over her shoulder pulling her in a side hug.

“Of course sunny it’s your draft day.” Jack proudly smiled at his sister and he was very excited when he got to pick out something pink for his suit.

Ellen continued to get Kensington hair softly curled as Kensington did a very soft makeup look not liking a lot on her.

They had just finished her hair as the camera crew had come in, they talked to the whole family as Kensington went into the bathroom to change into her suit.

Kensington picked a very pink suit with a few other colors in a plaid pattern, and a white tight long sleeve bodysuit. Kensington opened the bathroom door as she put on her suit jacket. Kensington smiled as she spun around in her suit.

“Ah My mom and I went to New Jersey and we got my suit designed, i really want bright colors and specifically a pattern, on the inside of the jacket i got all my family’s initials stitched over my heart so i’ll have them with me.” Kensington smiled at the camera showing them her suit. “Oh my Jewelry i really wanted it to be simple and minimal, my grandmother made me a pair of beautiful colored earrings when i was younger and it was my inspiration for the colors in my suit so i obviously chose those, i chose just a small pair of sun earrings for my second piercing and then this my sun bracelet my brothers picked it out for me a few years as a gift so it seemed perfect for today.” Kensington smiled finishing the talking at the camera.

Kensington sat on the bed slipping on her white platform boots that give her a good four inches of height.

Kensington smiled in the hundreds of photos that was taken of her and with her family before they were finally out of the hotel and at the bus to take them to the arena.

Kensington sat next to Quinn and rested her head on his shoulders taking a few minutes of peace and quiet while taking a few deep breaths. Quinn stayed silent just gently squeezing her hand letting her take a few moments to herself.

Kensington could hear the crowd get louder and louder as they got closer to the arena and before she knew it she was getting out of the bus making even louder cheers as she got out of the bus and she was signing millions of different things for fans, she took many photos with fans and did the little interviews as she walked the red carpet and before she knew she was in the arena with her family and looking for her friends.

She saw the blonde fluffy hair, next to a mop of brown curls and a brown fluff of hair and she immediately knew they were her best friends. Her and family walked over to where Will, Gabe and Ryan were all standing with their families

Kensington mischievous smiled and put her arms around Ryan and Gabe’s shoulders , “Boo!”

Gabe just laughed used to Kensington scaring him, Ryan flinched at her, “Gray!!!! How many times do i have to say don’t sneak up on me!” Ryan groaned hating how she always gets him, Gabe, Will and Kensington just laughed knowing Ryan has always been easy to scare.

“Many. I just ignore them.” Kensington sweetly smiled at her best friend grabbing his arm when Ryan went to mess up her hair, “Do not mess it up Leno.” Ryan just smiled putting his arms up in surrender.

Kensington looked between her three boys looking at them all cleaned up for the drafy, she brushed one of Gabe’s curls off his forehead having lived with him for two years she’s made his hair routine for him,

Kensington’s eyes stopped on Will’s tie, it was pink. Her eyes looked up to Will who jsut offered her a small smile and a nonchalantly shrug, making Kensington remember a moment from a few months ago.

Will smiled shaking his head at his two friends before looking at Kensington who was looking at him with a look he hasn’t seen before, “What gray?” Will curiously questioned his best friend.

“You should wear pink more often.” Kensington answered not even realizing the words came out of her mouth making her blush and quickly scramble with words and leaving the room to where Gabe and Ryan were.

Will watch her leave with pink cheeks and silly smile, “Pink, alright.” Will muttered to himself nodding looking down at his baby pink sweatshirt.

“Oh you look beautiful Kensington!” Collen Smith smiled pulling her into a hug, as the four families all chatted and said their hellos around the group.

“Thanks Colls!” Kensington smiled having adored Will’s mom since the moment she met her two years ago.

Kensington scooted over to Will when everyone else was distracted, “So pink tie.” Kensington whispered to her best friend with a small soft smile.

“Someone said i look good in pink.” Will whispered back with fond smile.

“You do.” Kensington softly agreed looking a little flushed as she gently fixed his tie softly.

Will felt his face warm, “You look beautiful.” He smiled at his best friend.

“Thank you.” Kensington was cut off by Grace Smith coming over and grabbing her attention.

Ryan and Gabe were in conversation when they realized their two best friends were whispering together with smiles, “When are they gonna realize.” Ryan groaned not saying much as he knew he had a mic on him but he knew Gabe knew what me meant.

“Honestly. I want my money.” Gabe agreed but also wanted them to get together soon so he could win the money in the bet he had with Ryan for when Will and Kensington would notice their feelings for each other and get together.

Will watched two of his favorite girls talk and laugh together before he felt a hand smack the back of his head seeing Jack looking at him with a smirk, “You ever gonna admit your totally whipped for my sister willy boy.” Jack smugly smirked at the boy who his sister is always talking about.

“I don’t know what to it talking about.” Will scrambled out looking panicked, “Besides do you even want someone to be whipped for your sister?”

Jack pursued his lips, “Not really but my sister seems to enjoy your company so if she’s happy i’m happy.” Jack shrugged having not problem with Will until Kensington’s feeling were hurt.

Will opened his mouth to reply when his mom called for him.

Kensington was in one row with her family and the row in front of her was Will and his family, Gabe and his family in the row in front of Will and Ryan and his family in front of Gabe.

Kensington say between Luke and Jack holding both of theirs hands as they watched the draft began, she knew Connor was going first and she knew he deserved it she smiled watched him walk across the stage and accepting his jersey, having become good friends with him during the Combine and ended up going to a playoff game with him.

Kensington took a deep breath as the Pittsburgh Penguins representative walked up the stage to select the second pick of the draft, “The Pittsburgh Penguins are proud to select Kensington Hughes from the USA Development Program.” Kensington smiled standing up immediately Jack pulling her in a tight hug and she could feel him vibrating with excitement for her.

“I’m so proud of you Sunny.” Jack pressed a kiss to her head, before letting her go to Quinn who softly hugged his baby sister, “Enjoy this little sun. Well done.” Quinn smiled pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, Kensington smiled turning around hugging Luke tightly.

“Good job Sunshine.” Luke whispered to her with a proud smile on his face before letting her go and let her walk by to her parents.

“Oh my littlest love well done.” Ellen pressed a million kisses to the side of her daughter’s head as they hugged, before reluctantly letting her go to Jim.

Jim gently hugged his only daughter and kissing her cheek letting her slip off her suit coat handing it him.

Kensington walked down three stairs swing her three best friends all waiting there for her with proud smiles, she chuckled as they all pulled her into a hug at the same time, she tightly hugged all of them before continuing her walk down the stairs and across the cat walk.

She shook everyone’s hand as she walked across the stage before she was handed the black and yellow jersey and smiled as she slipped it on smiling at the crowd seeing her family and friends in the stands.

Kensington was dragged into a million diffent directions for interviews and photos taking a good few hours and before she knew it she was meeting up her three best friends and all of their families and her family at a restaurant the parents had reservations for and the rest of the night was filled with good foods, laughed and quality time with family and friends.

[oneforthemunny]

hi! I was re reading ur rockstarsddie n nepo baby fics cuz the way ur write is 👩‍🍳💋 but I kinda wondering y they both have so many girls 😭 (not that I mind-I'm obsessed) n what made u chose to give them girls and not boys and also what type of dynamic they have as sisters sometimes that's all hope u have a good day/night

ok i had him be a girl dad to six because... karma lol. plain and simple. not that eddie was ever necessarily mean to women, but he was a whore. and he was kinda raunchy and sick and like that (with consent ofc) and kinda used them like accessories in the tabloids to get talked about. not the greatest back in the day but also never mean if that makes sense? this is his karma bc now, he is terrified twenty four seven. of a lot of things. six girls are very hormonal and dramatic, which scares him bc whatever flare he thought he had has NOTHING on them lol. and the thought of them doing stuff he used to do or the things that those girls did with him back in the day??? he's sick. sick at the thought that someone might have them do that his heart will give out rn.

truthfully, they had six bc it was kinda like a "try for a boy" is the excuse they used when trying for the twins and zahra (vega was a complete mistake) but really, nb likes being a mother. she liked being pregnant and having kids and just being a mom. maybe it healed her inner child in a way, maybe it's because she just likes that motherhood changed her. made her calmer and more confident, but she likes being a mom. and eddie likes being a dad. and they like to have sex a lot and he doesn't like to pull out lol.

as far as the girls. persephone is typical older sister. gets alone with sienna the best, but she's very level headed and "high achiever", built in caretaker of her sisters typical older sister vibes.

kensington is very sensitive. very reactionary and dramatic and sweet. she gets along with zahra the best bc zar is chill and kinda levels her out. vega lives to make kensie cry bc she thinks it's hilarious which is something she learned from sicily.

sicily is very much so eddie's true karma. always kinda daring and wild but in a sneakier way than vega. she is reckless, very very reckless, and it gets her in a lot of trouble and in bad shit when she gets older. she gets along with vega the best. vega was like her little mini me that she crafted and trained to be a terror, but she was always sneaky about it.

sienna is similar to sicily, but she'll get kinda scared to do all the things sicily does. more fearless in a way of taking exciting fun risks, but is definitely the more level headed of the two. less stubborn too. that's why she gets along with persephone so well.

zahra is the most chill human being on the planet. just very go with the flow, zen, calm- a complete sore thumb in the munson household. never in trouble, just kinda vibes and enjoys herself. likes kensie bc kensie feels very bigly and zahra does too, she just doesn't show it. very compassionate which is why they get along.

vega is insane. typical whoopsie "oh fuck we got pregnant" baby. a lot younger than her sisters, eddie's other form of karma bc unlike sicily, she'll just do it to his face with no care. a terror on social media but in an iconic way that has her raking in a lot of followers, kinda revamps corroded coffin in a way. really, she's sweet, just has a big, loud, energetic personality. she is truly fearless and loves attention, which is why sicily molded her into who she was lol.

[densi-mber]

A/N: I know it only just ended, but it’s the return of Fireman Deeks!

***

The Return of Lieutenant Deeks

Deeks pulled his LAFD truck up to the address Bates had sent him, stopping outside the barrier erected around a low brick building. The two squads sent out earlier today had already left, which meant the scene was clear for Deeks to investigate. Grabbing his hard hat and jacket, he tucked them under his arm before heading toward the center of the action.

“Woah, woah, woah, you can’t be back here,” an agent said, putting up his arms to block Deeks’ path.

“You must be new here,” Deeks commented, craning his neck to see beyond the rookie agent. There were a group of cops and agents several yards off and Deeks recognized Sam’s frame among them. Kensi couldn’t be far off. “Agent Blye!” he called out.

Almost immediately, Kensi stepped out from the group, head turning in search of him. When she spotted him, she jogged over, a smile breaking over her face before she settled into a more professional expression.

“Lieutenant Deeks,” she greeted him. “You can let him through, Davis.” She nodded the younger agent, who looked deeply offended, but stepped out of Deeks’ way.

It sucked to be the new guy sometimes.

Deeks gave him an apologetic smile, and ducked under the caution tape, following after Kensi.

“I didn’t think I’d see you tonight,” she said, falling into step beside him.

“Taylor is out sick, so I got called in,” he explained. “So, what calamity is on the menu for tonight?”

“Municipal building, possible arson. We’re still figuring out the details. Which is where you come in.” Kensi offered him a smile as they drew even with the others.

“Deeks, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re here,” Sam commented once he caught sight of Deeks.

“Well, since I’m one of the few people who can actually deal with you guys,” Deeks replied, drawing a snort from Callen and a vaguely amused smile from Sam.

None of them argued, likely because they couldn’t deny that since Deeks had become acquainted with the team, their relationship with LAFD had improved significantly.

“Sure. I assume Kensi caught you up,” Callen intervened, bringing the topic back on track.

“Uh, the bullet points. What—”

Deeks’ question was interrupted by an LAPD officer running towards them.

“Agent Callen, one of my guys is trapped inside the building,” he shouted frantically.

“What the hell is doing in there?” Callen asked, and as one, they started running towards the building.

“He thought he heard something, so he went to check on it. A few minutes later, the entrance collapsed.”

“You didn’t try to break through, did you?” Deeks demanded.

“No. We didn’t want to make it worse,” the cop said.

“Good. Ok, let us get some gear on and we’ll go in,” Callen decided. “Sam, you want to grab the battering ram?”

“Nope, the only one going in there is me,” Deeks said, tugging his jacket on.

“Deeks—”

“Callen, I’m specifically trained for this.”

“God, I love it when you’re confident,” Kensi said, and Sam snorted.

“When isn’t he confident?” he commented in an undertone.

Taking Deeks’ hard hat, she pushed it down over his curls. “Go save him, Lieutenant.” She kissed him lightly. “And be careful.”

[wanna-be-bold]

For @ejzah - based on this post and Deeks' dream in 10x01

He wakes up slowly, the golden sunlight streaming through the curtains and bathing their room in a warm glow. Rolling over he sees Kensi lying there on her back and he can't help but smile as he stares at her in awe.

She must feel his staring because she wakes then, rolling her head over to look at him where he's leaning over her.

Her gray tank top has ridden up overnight, showing off her belly. She was 7 months pregnant with their twin girls. Their miracles.

Pushing himself up he hovered over her, pressing a kiss to her swollen belly before laying his head on it. He could feel the kicks of his daughters and it made him pause, a sense of deja-vu washing over him.

“You know, I had a dream like this once.” Kensi ran her hand through his hair, brushing his locks away from his face. He had let it grow longer over the past few months, looking more like it did when they first met.

“Oh yeah? When was that?”

“Mmhmm. It was when we were in Mexico, while I was unconscious. I had a dream that we were laying here, just like this, and you were pregnant and so beautiful. And then I woke up and you weren't pregnant and I-” he stopped talking and Kensi could feel a drop of wetness on her skin from a lone tear. “For the longest time after we got back I kept having these, these flashes of you being pregnant and then suddenly you weren’t and, I know it wasn’t even real but I would just get this sense of loss…” her heart breaks as he trails off, probably remembering the way he felt back then.

“Baby why didn’t you ever say anything?” Her voice breaks a little and she can feel the tears forming as she thinks about all of the pain and emotions that he had been holding onto alone for almost 6 years.

He sits up then to face her, his hand falling on her stomach out of habit.

“We had just had that argument about having kids and leaving NCIS and then everything happened in Mexico and honestly my memories of that time were questionable. Half of the time I never knew if it was something that actually happened, something I dreamed while unconscious, or something that my mind thought I had dreamed back then. Besides, I didn’t want to bring up anything from that argument when we were back in a good place. I wanted to put it all in the past.”

“I’m so sorry Deeks.” She tries to lean forward but her belly makes it impossible. Instead she grabs his hands in hers and pulls him forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close.

“What for baby?” His breath fanning her lips somehow makes the tears fall and she sniffles.

“For making you think that you had to deal with that alone for so long.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” She started to speak up but he stopped her with a soft kiss before pulling back to reassure her. “I’m serious. You have nothing to apologize for because we’re here. We made it through that and we got married and now we’re having two little girls and I couldn’t be happier.”

His eyes were glassy now as he thinks of how far they’ve come. From 2 partners who annoyed the hell out of each other to husband and wife. Father and mother.

“Yeah?” He nodded as much as he could with their foreheads pressed together. “Gosh I love you so much Martin Deeks.”

“I love you too Kensi. And our little Blye-Deeks babies.”

Both of them shedding tears he leaned forward, pulling her into a kiss as he thanked the universe for sending him undercover in that fighting ring 14 years ago, unknowingly leading him to a life he could never have imagined - a wonderful life with the woman he loves and soon to be three daughters.

[ncisladaily]

Coming up on a year since NCIS: Los Angeles’ swan song, Daniela Ruah pulls double duty this Monday, April 15, during CBS‘ NCIS line-up.

First up, Ruah reprises her role as Special Agent Kensi Deeks (via an MTAC video conference) during the NCIS franchise’s milestone 1,000th episode, which airs at 9/8c as an episode of NCIS. Then at 10 pm that night, you have the NCIS: Hawai’i episode “The Next Thousand,” which Ruah directed. (Ruah previously directed a half-dozen NCIS: LA episodes, as well as the recent NCIS episode about a kidnapped fiancé.)

TVLine hopped on the phone with Ruah to ask our No. 1 burning question about her NCIS “1,000” cameo, and then talk up her helming of the NCIS: Hawai’i episode about a U.S. Army SERE (Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape) training exercise on the Big Island that turns extremely deadly.

TVLINE | First of all, because Kensi dials into MTAC from her car during the NCIS franchise’s 1,000th episode, I need to know: Did you film your scene while you were in a drop-off line? [Laughs] No, I actually filmed that while I was directing in Hawaii. They were like, “Can we fit this into your schedule?” and we were like, “Well, we can’t make it look like I’m in Hawaii.” So, we had to go back and look at pictures of what Kensi’s car looked like to try and get something as similar as possible, to look like Kensi is in her car. I couldn’t even remember, to be honest with you, what brand she drove — I was so immersed in the Hawaii episode – but listen, I wouldn’t have it any other way. To be invited to be a part of the 1,000th episode was such an honor. It’s too big of a deal.

TVLINE | Turning to NCIS: Hawai’i, the episode they gave you to direct is crazy intense. Once you saw what it was going to be, were you charged up? First of all, the fact that all three showrunners wrote it, Jan [Nash], Matt [Bosack] and Chris [Silber], that right there tells you that there’s probably going to be, you know, a little more craziness, or it’ll be more out-of-the-box. I don’t know why, but I always perceive that when a showrunner writes something, they get extra creative.

TVLINE | I think about the specific challenges that this episode must have presented you as director, and not only is almost all of it outdoors, but it’s in the jungle. Did you have to learn anything new in that respect? Yeah — wear long pants and long sleeves, and bring mosquito spray. [Laughs] No, every time I direct something, even if it was still on [NCIS: LA], you’re always learning new things. Here I’m working with a new crew, with a new director of photography, so everybody’s going to teach you new things. Even stunts — when Tennant gets [spoiler], they said, “Here are things that we could do…,” which then allowed me to get creative with the way it was shot.

TVLINE | My next question was actually going to ask, where was that area of volcanic rock? Because it made for some stunning shots. That’s a place called the Lānaʻi Lookout — and there’s water right behind those rocks. I mean, we were literally on the ocean, so we had to adjust the camera angles to hide the water. Like, you shoot one inch to the left or to the right, and all of a sudden you’re exposing the fact that you’re actually not in this barren, isolated area. That’s the strategy and the magic and the figuring out that I have to do as a director.

TVLINE | The episode opens closes with some nice scenes between Tennant and Kate (played by Tori Anderson), which is a character dynamic the fans enjoy. What were you looking to capture there? First of all, [Vanessa and Tori] are both absolute sweethearts, and they have such amazing chemistry in real life, so it’s not a hard thing to do scenes with them. But yeah, you get this contrast of a character, Tennant, who is experienced and can improvise and who has kind of “seen it all,” versus a newer agent who’s really eager to do well, but she’s super by-the-book.

TVLINE | The Sam/Kate scenes are also interesting because — and this didn’t dawn on me until Kate mentioned it herself — they hadn’t really interacted yet. Exactly. Yeah, I love that conversation that Kate and Sam have at the desk when she’s just kind of struggling to figure things out, and he tells a little story of his own past and his own experience….

TVLINE | Sam specifically shares with Kate some advice he once got from an agent “much wiser” than him. I tried Googling the line he says, but came up empty. Was it from any NCIS: LA episode? Maybe it was Hetty…? I know that there is one Easter egg [in the episode] from Gibbs, and so maybe the other one was Hetty. Maybe. I’m not sure!

[glenncoco4]

Unexpected

Was trying to decide if it’s before or after the wedding. Went with after. 

••••

As he lays his jacket across the dining room chair, the sound of Kensi’s heels clacking getting closer and closer pulls his attention to the hall doorway. She’s standing there, beautiful as ever but as his eyes trace her body from head to toe for the thousandth time today, his attention zeros in on her glassy mismatched orbs, and worry sets in.

“Hey, you feeling any better?”

Nervously biting her bottom lip, she keeps her eyes trained on his. “Ye-yeah, I am actually.”

“Hey.” Not buying her words, he closes the distance between them, his arms finding their way around her waist. “What’s wrong?”

She lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head as tears being to fall from her eyes. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”

“What’s with these tears then? Was it the wedding? Do you wanna marry your gorgeous husband again or something?”

“Maybe later.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Good.”

“What’s going on then?”

“I’ve been feeling crappy the past few weeks and just assumed it was because of the end of the school year and work and Mr. Romance keeping me up almost every night.”

“Gotta keep my ladybird happy.”

A small smile curls at her lips before leaning in to meet his. “You’ve been keeping her very happy so much so that it’s come with a little gift.”

“Gift?”

“Uh-huh.”

His brow furrows trying to put the pieces together but honestly, she’s gonna have to spell it out for him cuz the thin material of her dress is making Mr. Romance realize how little material is actually between them. “I’m not gonna lie, baby. I’m a little lost here.”

“You.”

He nods.

“And I.”

He nods again, hanging on her every word.

“We each have special things in our bodies that when mixed together creates something.”

Then it clicks. “You mean…”

Bringing her hands up from their resting spot on his chest, she cradles his head, making sure he understands what she’s about to say. “We’re having a baby.”

He feels his jaw drop before his mind fully processes what his wife just said. “I’m pregnant?”

“No, you dork, I am.”

There’s a tightness in his throat as he asks the question he’s not sure he actually wants to know the answer to. “Really?”

Leaning in, Kensi closes the distance between them once more, pressing her lips to his. “Really, really.”

[mashmaiden]

♦️ and ☯️ for Kensi, Deeks, or Densi for the head canons list. 🙂

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

A few months after Rosa came to live with Kensi and Deeks, she came home from a shopping trip with a 1000 piece puzzle of Times Square at night. When she mentioned it was somewhere she always wanted to go, they not only added it to their travel bucket list, but they immediately set up a folding table by the couch and began completing the puzzle together. At least a few nights a week, they rotate picking a movie or a show to watch, and work on the puzzle as they enjoy each other's favorite entertainment. Deeks chooses "classic" movies like The Wild One and Goonies (well at least what he considered classics), and Kensi chooses her favorites like Titanic, and the John Hughes library of films. Rosa usually suggests newer movies and shows - her most recent favorite show was Shrinking - and everyone's favorite lists get expanded.

After Times Square was completed, other beautiful landscape puzzles stacked up - Yellowstone, San Francisco, London, even the Santa Monica Pier. There were other variety of puzzles thrown in, like movie scenes, or abstract art. But mostly, beautiful sights around the world. The only unspoken rule - puzzles of places MUST be photographs. They wished to bask in the real look, not an artist's rendering (no offense to artists).

For Rosa's 18th birthday, Deeks and Kensi presented her a box containing their biggest challenge yet, a 4000 piece puzzle of a new Time Square nightscape. Inside the box, tickets for the three to spend a week in New York over Christmas break.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Deeks doesn't hate camping as much as he lets on. He doesn't even need to "glamp" to consider the idea. He'd prefer not to be completely unprotected out in the middle of the desert, that is too reminiscent of difficult work cases. But give him a designated campground, a decent tent with an air mattress inside, and at least an outhouse available for use, and he's more than happy to spend a few days in the woods enjoying nature and roasting marshmallows over the fire.

A few months after they got engaged, Kensi and Deeks took a roadtrip over a long weekend to see the Grand Canyon in the fall. Deeks surprised Kensi by pulling into a KOA about an hour from the South Rim. He fell even more in love with her seeing the joy on her face as he pulled the tent and supplies from where he hid them in his truck bed. Together they assembled the tent, roasted hot dogs and marshmallows, and then snuggled in on the bouncy airbed in their tent.

The next few days were spent hiking the beautiful canyon, horseback riding around the camp, exploring the nearby towns of Flagstaff and Williams, and spending the evenings in the hot tub (yeah, he chose a place that had some amenities!). Sure, they had to make an emergency run to Walmart to pick up a few more supplies (Deeks may have underestimated Kensi's love of s'mores), but despite Deeks's initial reservations, this was an experience he'd be willing to repeat again and again - and they did!

[typingtess]

NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch:  “Blood Bank”

The basics:  A shootout on a yacht owned by Arkady Kolcheck gets NCIS’s attention.

Written by:  Samantha Chasse co-wrote "Kill Beale Vol. 1" and wrote "Impostor Syndrome" and “Murmuration”.

Directed by:  Benny Boom directed "Ghost Gun", "767", "Fool Me Twice", "Pro Se", "Hail Mary", “Groundwork” and “Perception”.   

Guest stars of note:  Duncan Campbell returns as NCIS Special Agent Castor from “Let It Burn”, Vyto Ruginis joins season 14 as Arkady Kolcheck.  Matty Cardarople returns as Danny, who sold pastries in season 10’s “Into the Breach” and computer supplies in “Imposter Syndrome” in season 12,.  Kathleen Garrett as Miraslava Borisova, Dalia Rooni as Riffat Murad, Nikolay Moss as Kostas Orlov, Jonathan Kells Phillips as Rupert Richardson and Emily Morales-Cabrera as Assistant

Our heroes:   Deal with more Russian nonsense.

What important things did we learn about: Callen:  Giving a deposition. Sam:   Running a taskforce. Kensi:  Nancy Drew on the boat. Deeks:  Swedish nobility. Fatima:   Late. Rountree:   Bodyguard. Kilbride:  Appalled by Arkady’s safe house.

What not so important things did we learn about: Callen:  Now working on Sam’s taskforce. Sam:   Absent. Kensi:   Wields a mean serving tray. Deeks:   Wields a mean sword. Fatima:  Coffee fan. Rountree:   Lost the excuse book. Kilbride:  Found the excuse book.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange?  Not a mention, though I bet she knew Mira Borisova.

Who's down with OTP:  Kensi dropped her “Mom Tone” when she had to separate Arkady and Mira Borisova.  Kensi and Deeks were fine.

Who's down with BrOTP:   Fatima and Rountree have plans for covering for each other.  Fatima made a friend waiting for coffee.

Fashion review:    Callen wears a dark blue, long-sleeve tee.  Kensi has on an oatmeal pullover sweater that probably looked better in person than on the TV.  Deeks started the episode in a pale pink tee before wearing his Swedish Nobleman blue suit.  A red quarter-zip for Fatima.  Rountree started the episode with a black tee and what looked like a blue lightweight rain jacket before wearing his all black bodyguard gear.  Tell me if you’ve heard this before – blue suit, pale blue dress shirt, medium blue tie for the Admiral.  He also wears a trench coat and looks fantastic. 

Music:   "Makaha” by the Tikiyaki Orchestra is playing in the bar when the Admiral arrives to rescue Arkady.  Deeks and Arkady walk into the auction house with “Rasputin” by Boney M. playing.  A bit of the “Titanic” soundtrack pops up at the end.

Any notable cut scene:  Not today.

Quote: Arkady:  “Grisha?”

Kilbride:  “Guess again.  What sort of a moron decides to make a safe house from...whatever this place is?”

Arkady:  “Am I alive?”

Kilbride:  “Judging by the looks of this table, barely.”

Arkady:  “Listen, a Russian would not look for another Russian in a bar that serves rum-based drinks.  It is a brilliant and delicious plan.”

An Arkady-Kilbride spinoff would have worked.

Anything else:  On a yacht, a Russian woman is showing off the 43rd of the Czar’s Fabergé Eggs to buyers.  There are only 42 known eggs, she has the 43rd which “no longer exists, yet, there it is.”  She is looking for $7 million for the egg.

She wants to share champagne with her buyers but when she calls for one of her yacht staffers to bring a bottle, there is no answer.  The buyer and his bodyguard pull out guns and shoot the woman and her security staff.  They race off with the egg. 

The woman, however, is not dead.  The large necklace she wore acted as a bulletproof vest.

Walking into the office, Kensi and Deeks are debating Rosa watching a dating reality show.  Kensi assures Deeks that Rosa knows the show isn’t real.  This is news to Deeks, who thinks the program is real.  The two debate the contestants, including a “meatball specialist”.  A very amped up Rountree joins them, asking about going into the burn room.  Since it is 9AM on a Monday, neither Kensi or Deeks have a reason to do any early week burning.  Rountree tries to exit but is forced to explain the notebook he shares with Fatima.  It is a track of their excuses for when they are late.  “It’s the only way we can keep our stories straight!” 

Kensi mentions texting each other but Rountree thinks Kilbride would find a digital trail.  Fatima is late and he’s not sure what the excuse of the day will be.  And he needs that right now since Kilbride is looking for Fatima.  Rountree starts with a car appointment but that would mean Fatima scheduled it during work hours, angering Kilbride.  He changes to medical appointment but that worries Kilbride.  Suddenly Fatima has a dog – for an undercover operative, Rountree is bad at this.  And the dog was hit by a car.  Kensi and Deeks offer thoughts and prayers.

Fatima, however, is getting coffee.  Fatima chats with a woman waiting for coffee.  Riffat works for an agency finding housing for refugees from Afghanistan.  After trouble with the barista, Fatima is on her way.

Kilbride walks into an empty Ops, except for Rountree.  Based on the case that just arrived, Rountree wanted to do the debrief alone.  Two Russians were found dead on a yacht in Marina del Ray.  Demetri Fedrov and Simeon Babanin, former Russian military and now with the Wagner Group, are persons of interest in moving cultural and historical pieces of art.  The boat, the Diamond of the Ocean, belongs to Arkady Kolcheck.  “Why am I not surprised?”

Kensi and Deeks enter Ops with news that Arkady was attacked.  They know nothing about what happened on the boat the way Rountree and the Admiral know nothing about the attack on Arkady.  There is a “Who’s on First” vibe going on.  Arkady was attacked at his house that morning but was able to move to a safe house.  He contacted Callen, who wants Kensi and Deeks to ping Arkady’s burner phone.  Callen is giving a deposition so he’s unavailable. 

Deeks thought Arkady was out of the spy business but Kensi thinks it could be his past causing Arkady trouble.  The Admiral isn’t so sure that Arkady is out of the spy business.  Rountree offers to call Callen but the Admiral is going to find Arkady himself.

In a Tiki bar, a rather overserved Arkady is looking for “Grisha” but gets Kilbride instead.  Kilbride is wondering what kind of “moron” makes a Tiki bar a safehouse.  Arkady is wondering if he is alive.  Explaining himself, Arkady tells Kilbride that a Russian would not look for a Russian in a place that serves rum-based drinks.  “It is a brilliant and delicious plan.” 

Ignoring what has led the two of them to “this idiotic moment”, Kilbride wants to know what happened.  Leaving his house that morning, two men with guns came up to Arkady’s car.  He high-tailed it out of there, running over one of the gunmen’s feet.  Kilbride asks if that’s what caused the shooting on Arkady’s boat.  Arkady is confused, he hasn’t owned a boat for 40-years.  “Must be another Arkady Kolcheck.”   Saying he is just a typical ex-KGB Agent who defected to America, “who could want me dead?”

On the maybe not Arkady’s yacht, the original thought is murder-suicide.  Looking at the lack of blood spatter behind one body and the way the blood pooled, Kensi thinks this is a set-up.  The investigation says there was no video but that doesn’t make sense.  A boat this big and fancy would have security cameras, according to Kensi/Nancy Drew.  Deeks tries a mirror but it is one way, not two.  Kensi found a camera in the smoke detector – “Nancy Drew you did it again.”

In the boat shed, Arkady is finishing a call with Anna as Callen pours some coffee.  Arkady isn’t a fan of the boat shed because it smells like a crab shack.  His safe house has blended drinks.  On the plasma screen, Rountree and an arriving Fatima have the footage from the camera Kensi found.  Most of the footage is useless, it was over there table where the Russian woman was showing the egg.  The woman, however, drags herself into the camera’s range.  Fatima has facial rec but Arkady already knows – “Mira.”  And he claims to know her biblically. 

Mira is Miraslava Borisova, a Moscow museum curator turned black market antiquities dealer.  With Borisova’s access, Arkady was able to put her in contact with people interested in buying what she could provide.  But that was 40-years ago.  Callen wants Arkady to set up a meeting.

Outside of a fancy hotel in Beverly Hills, Callen is surprised Borisova would hide in such a public place.  Being a well dress, wealthy woman, Arkady thinks she’d fit right in.  He’s a bit nervous about reuniting with Borisova.  Callen offers some advice and help but Arkady remind him that he was doing this before Callen was born.  The roach coach is now a plumbing company van with Kensi and Deeks inside with a lot of surveillance equipment.  Callen tells them that Arkady dated Borisova before he met Anna’s mother. 

Rapping on the door, Arkady finds it opened.  He calls for Borisova as he walks inside.  She has a rather heavy coffee table book and starts beating him with it.  Callen asks Kensi and Deeks what’s going on and they’re not sure.  Back in the room, Borisova is furious that Arkady finally calls and it the day she was almost killed.  To get her attention, Arkady pops her with a couch decorative pillow.  She returns the favor. 

Kensi yells that “they’re fighting” – Borisova thinks Arkady set her up in Malta and set her up today – while Deeks is enjoying the “geriatric WWE”.  Kensi wonders if they should go in.  Callen isn’t sure.  Deeks brings up the time Arkady made them de-booby-trap his car because Arkady couldn’t remember how he booby-trapped it.  Kensi brings up a failed mission in Chechnya.  Callen talks about Arkady cursing his engagement to Anna.  They’re going to let Arkady and Borisova work things out for a while.

After Borisova picks up the luggage rack, getting NCIS’s attention, Arkady threatens to remove the tag from a rare Beanie Baby.  When he does, Borisova really starts knocking him around.  Callen, Kensi and Deeks walk into the hotel room just as Arkady goes flying.

Near Ops, Fatima runs into the Admiral while she tried to evade him.  She apologizes for her tardiness.  Fatima tells him her dog is doing well.  The Admiral, a dog lover, wants her to bring in the dog as he recovers.  In fact, he insists. 

In Ops, Rountree apologizes for freaking out and going with the dog.  Fatima is more concerned about finding a dog.  On the big screen, Kensi and Deeks are in the boat shed.  Rountree identified the missing object from the yacht – it is one of eight missing decorative eggs, made for the Russian royal family.  While killing Borisova to steal the egg makes sense, why go after Arkady?  Fatima sends a picture of the egg to Callen, who is interrogating Mira.  Arkady is on the back deck in a time out.

Callen shows Borisova the egg.  She plays dumb but knows she’s been caught.  Callen asks why was the boat registered to Arkady.  Again, Borisova plays dumb until Callen says he’s going to turn the yacht over to the DOJ.  They have a special taskforce that confiscates Russian belongings.  After explaining it is her boat, Borisova tells Callen that she has put Arkady’s name on everything she’s bought – from condos in Cape Town to safe deposit boxes.  For all the world knows, they’ve been partners in crime for 40-years.  It is the perfect revenge – “petty but effective.” 

Bringing up the attack on Arkady, Callen believes someone going after Borisova tried to kill Arkady as part of her fake partnership.  Since the men who robbed her thinks she dead, she’s not interested in talking.  Callen is – the men are still after Arkady and it is Borisova’s fault.  

The men on the yacht were new clients and vetted by an auction house.  Callen is surprised – why would an auction house be involved.  Antiquities have to be stored carefully not in a storage locker rented by the month.  The only people who knew about the sale were the auction house, buyers and the seller, Alexey Pasternik.  Pasternik was motivated – he wanted the sale.  Moving the item quicky meant selling at a discount.  And that means he’s the problem.

Alexey Pasternik died three-days earlier.  He “threw himself” from a 12-floor condo by going through the window.  A suspicious death.  Fatima has a map of billionaires like Pasternik who left Russia days before the Ukraine invasion.  More than half are dead. 

Callen tells Borisova about Pasternik’s untimely fall.  She tries to joke about the Russian national bird being a flightless bird because of all the falling Russians.  Callen wants to know what Pasternik was trying to get away from.  Borisova explains that the billionaires had their loyalty bought by the Russian government.  Lots of money was given to these people and now with the sanctions causing financial pain in Russia, the government wants the money back. 

The government was hiding their wealth with the billionaires – they are blood banks.  Since the government was not happy with the way Borisova was selling off the assets, they went after her and her partner, Arkady.

Doing a ton of exposition, Deeks explains that the money given to the billionaires to invest and spend was reclaimable.  Once the billionaire dies, the money goes back to Russia.  All the murders of the billionaires all over the world was to get back the money.  “This is so much bigger than we thought.”

In his office, Kilbride tells Kensi and Deeks on his smaller plasma screen that the DOJ will not be cooperating with NCIS.  With tactical nukes on the table, NCIS has to be involved in a discreet investigation.  An investigation without Callen, since he is joining Sam’s joint task force.  It is Kensi, Deeks, Fatima and Rountree on this one.

Since they don’t know the gunmen or how to smoke them out, Deeks thinks they should approach the auction house since the auction house still thinks Borisova and Arkady are in business together.  Arkady could approach the auction house to get an item and the insider in the auction house could tip off the gunmen.

Borisova is willing to help but only if she’s running things.  The auction house will have rules for wealthy clients and a well-dressed Deeks – fancy suit, tie, and a medal of some sort around his neck – is just that client as Swedish nobility.  She reminds everyone that the auction house protects objects, not people.  The fire suppression system removes all the oxygen in a room to stop a fire.  If there is a person there, well, that’s a problem for the person.  For her cooperation, Borisova wants a second chance.

Dressing in the boat shed restroom, Borisova brings Arkady a special suit.  He apologizes for leaving her in Malta.  She sort of does the same with today’s assassination attempt.  “Let’s just call us even.” 

Walking into the auction house wearing a tan three-piece suit, a light blue dress shirt and a red paisley tie, Arkady introduces himself to the woman in the reception area.  He is followed by Deeks and Rountree, who is all in black, dressed as a bodyguard.  Asking for Rupert and giving his account number, provided by Borisova in the plumbing van with Castor, Arkady and Deeks welcomed in.  Rountree must wait in the reception area – company policy.

In a waiting area, Rupert is excited to greet Arkady after working with Borisova on his behalf for years.  Rupert starts speaking to Deeks in Swedish – that goes poorly.  Rupert is going to speak to Deeks while Arkady opens his locker.  Arkady is freaking out – he doesn’t have the key.  The earwigs are failing – the building is secure.  When Kensi asks about Borisova, Castor is shown out cold and Borisova is gone.

In the vault area, Arkady is met by an armed Borisova. 

With no response from Arkady or Castor, Kensi and Rountree are going to move into the auction house. 

Entering the locker behind Borisova is Arkasha, the man who shot her on the boat.  Arkasha thought he was going to have to kill Borisova twice that day but she cut a deal with Arkasha today.  She would kill Arkady, turn over her client list and she gets back the egg and her freedom.  Arkasha suggest she shoot Arkady in the head.  She doesn’t.  Instead, she knees Arkasha where it hurts, turns on the CO-2 suppression system and sets off all sorts of alarms.

Making his way through the building, Rountree gets to the vault but can’t open the door.  Rountree shoots open the vault door to find Arkady.

When the alarm goes off, so does Rupert.  He pulls a sword from the wall before Deeks can get his gun out. 

Rountree finds Arkasha and subdues him before they both suffocate.

Arkasaha’s men have Arkady and Borisova.  Kensi causes a distraction and takes one henchman out. 

Deeks finds his own wall sword and he and Rupert duel.  Deeks wins in a way too short scene.

Kensi is stuck between Arkasha’s two men.  Arkady tosses her a silver platter and a vase.  She takes them both out before Deeks arrives.  Promising to make a scene to distract Kensi and Deeks, Arkady wants Borisova to flee.  She’s not going anywhere.  Kensi puts her in cuffs.

Back in the office, Rountree asks Fatima for friends dinner - tacos or udon.  She has to pass -  she’s having a friends dinner with Riffat.  Rountree thinks that’s great.  He also found a shelter that lets people borrow pets – she could use that for the Admiral.  Fatima is just going to tell the truth.  That’s when the Admiral arrives with the excuses notebook.  He also noticed all the same frappuccino cups in Ops so Fatima needs to come on time.

On the back deck of the boat shed, Kensi asks Arkady if he is alright.  He has Anna, Grisha – his family.  He wouldn’t rewrite one minute of his life if it meant he wouldn’t have them.  Kensi asks about Borisova.  She will always be on his credit score with all the accounts she took out.  Besides, that means she is thinking of him.  He shows her the beanie baby.  Kensi tells him she knows it is worthless and so does he.  She says goodnight.

Arkady watches Kensi leave and pulls the beanie baby apart.  Inside is a very expensive necklace.  With the soundtrack from “Titanic” playing, he holds it over the water.  Then decides it was too expensive to drop into the water.  Instead, Arkady takes it with him as he leaves.  Anna calls.  Suddenly, he wants to talk about the open bar at the wedding.

What head canon can be formed from here:    There is a continuity issue because in “Answers”, Deeks joked about writing for a reality series.  Now he’s shocked to find out they are scripted.

My goodness this was a chatty episode.  TV should be show, don’t tell.  This was all tell, tell, tell.  And a generic tell, tell, tell.  This episode works completely in season three.  In season six.  In season nine – you get the point.  A mention of Callen’s wedding here and there but otherwise, Hetty could have picked Arkady at the bar, Sam or Callen could have been on bodyguard duty instead of Rountree. 

And I know the lack of Sam (all) and Callen (a lot) in this episode has to do with the upcoming crossover episodes but just have Sam up on the big screen in Ops telling Callen to drop everything, he’s needed. 

It wasn’t a bad episode – and anytime Arkady shows up, the fun level goes up, up, up – but it just wasn’t much of an episode.

Episode number:   This was episode nine of season 14 (though it was filmed after “A Long Time Coming”), episode 311 overall.

[chicgeekgirl89]

How to Say Goodbye

Fandom: NCIS LA

Characters: Marty Deeks, Kensi Blye, Monty

Summary: After an extremely hard day Kensi and Deeks reevaluate their careers and consider where the road ahead might lead. A post ep for S14E12 "In the Name of Honor."

A/N: Wow, hello old friends. It's been a while. In light of the recent announcement about cancellation it only felt right that I come out of retirement and give the couple who changed my writing life a little bit of a sendoff. This may not be my final Densi fic, I'm leaving the door open for the rest of the season, but if it is, I'm happy with where I've left them. Enjoy!

Also, Monty lives for as long as I write in this fandom. Does it make sense? Probably not. Do I care? No. 

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Kensi slides into the passenger seat and lets her head fall back against the headrest, eyes closing as her body relaxes into the leather. She’s going to be sore tomorrow. Like take two Advil before she even gets out of bed sore. 

“Hey, you okay?” Deeks asks as he gets in the driver’s side and pulls on his seatbelt.

She nods. “Yeah. Yeah I’m just tired.”

“That makes sense, you had a rough day,” Deeks says.

She snorts. “Yeah, right, that’s what it was. A ‘rough day.’”

Deeks is quiet for a moment and then he reaches over a hand, sliding it between her head and the seat, gently massaging the back of her neck. She sighs and relaxes under his touch. 

“Let’s bail on Callen,” he says softly. “He’ll understand. Let me take you home. We can order delivery, go to bed early.”

She opens her mouth to protest, to say that it’s not fair to bail on their friend, but honestly, if she closes her eyes for too long right now, she’s probably not going to open them again, so she nods and Deeks sends a text and then they’re heading for home. 

She must doze off on the drive because it seems very short tonight and when they get inside she face plants directly into their couch without even taking off her shoes. Monty shuffles over and she blindly reaches out a hand to give him a scratch behind the ears.

She hears Deeks drop their bags and then call for Monty to go outside, the back door opening and closing so he can go out and take care of business for the night. When Deeks comes back about ten minutes later he sets something down on the coffee table. Squinting one eye open she finds a glass of wine sitting in front of her face and then grunts out her thanks as she feels him reach down to gently unlace and slide off her shoes. 

Once that’s done he settles onto the far end of the couch and pulls her feet into his lap. One hand lands on her calf and squeezes gently. “Rosa is going to stay at my mom’s tonight,” he says quietly.

At that her eyes pop open and she rolls over onto her back so she can look at him. “Oh no, I wanted to see her,” she says sadly.

“I’ll bring her by in the morning before school,” he says. 

She sighs. She knows Rosa is safe and happy at Roberta’s, but she misses her daughter and after a day like this it helps to have her presence in the house. “Okay. Thanks.”

“And dinner is ordered, it will be here in forty minutes,” he says as he begins to rub her feet.

“You are the perfect husband,” she says, enjoying the way it feels as he works the arch of her right foot.

He chuckles. “I’m going to go draw you a bath okay? You can relax until the food gets here.”

He starts to get up, but she catches his hand. “Don’t go,” she says softly.

He nods and sinks back down into the couch as she sits up, crossing her legs so she can really look at him. “What’s on your mind Fern?” he asks.

“Today was close,” she says. “Really close.”

“Yeah,” he says, emotion flitting through his eyes. “It was…yeah. Really close.”

She looks down and toys with his fingers as she tries to put what she’s feeling into words. “I thought about Rosa,” she says finally. “When they took us, when they tied us up and put us in the back of that van, before they knocked us out. I thought about everything that she’s lost. And I thought about you having to tell her that one more person she loves isn’t coming home.”

Deeks blows out a breath and shakes his head. “My mind didn’t even get that far,” he admits. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that I wasn’t there. That there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop what was about to happen to you and Fatima.”

Kensi swallows. “Deeks, if Fatima hadn’t woken up, if she hadn’t been there, I don’t think I would have been able to save myself today. I don’t think I would have made it out of that car.”

Silence fills the space as they both process what she’s just said. “Okay,” Deeks says finally. “Okay, what do we do with that?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. I just, I can’t stop thinking that this is a young person’s game. We have Fatima and Rountree now and maybe…maybe this isn’t working anymore. I’m not sure I’m willing to keep sacrificing our family for the greater good.” She leans back against the arm rest and shoves a hand through her hair. “I don’t know Deeks.”

“You don’t have to know,” he tells her because he is good and kind and would never, ever try to make a decision for her. “Not right now.”

“We’ve been saying that for years,” she tells him helplessly. “We’ve been talking about how this is going to work with our hypothetical kids for years. But Deeks, Rosa is here now and she’s ours and we have a responsibility to her and we can’t just keep talking about it like it’s something that’s going to happen in the future. We have to make a choice.”

“I know,” he says. “I know. You’re right.”

“Yeah,” she says, with a sigh. “I am.”

“What do you want to do?” he asks after a long, heavy moment.

“I’m not sure,” she says. “We’ve had offers. Maybe it’s time for me to start seriously considering some of them.”

“Time for us,” he corrects. “If you’re going, I’m going too.”

“Deeks, just because I’m ready, that doesn’t mean you have to—“

“You’re going to leave me to third wheel it with Callen and Sam all by myself? Ha! Not a chance,” he says.

She leans forward and cups the back of his head, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I never thought this would be my life,” she says. “This was…this was not something I planned for. I thought I would do the agent thing, maybe move into something else after a couple years, I don’t know. But you and Rosa, you were never part of the plan.” She runs a hand through his hair. “God I’m so glad you’re part of the plan now.”

He takes her hand, kisses her palm. “You two are the only plan I want. My girls,” he says, voice thick, eyes bright. “My two perfect, beautiful, amazing, kickass girls.”

“How are we going to tell them all goodbye?” she asks, her own throat feeling tight. “Sam and Callen and everyone else. They’re our family too.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Deeks tells her. “Nell and Eric did it and look at them now. Happy as two little clams. Really rich clams. Clams with only slightly less money than Jeffy B.”

She snorts and rolls her eyes. How is that after all these years he can still make her laugh with all his ridiculousness? “I love you,” she tells him.

“I love you too.” He stands and holds out a hand. “Now come on. We’ve run out of time for a bath, but I think I can rustle up a reasonably good shower before the food gets here.”

“That is the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me,” she says, letting him pull her up off the couch.

“How about I do you one better and tell you there’s ice cream in the freezer? And I DVR’ed the new episode of Below Deck?”

“Best. Husband. Ever.”

[khorren]

The Elder Dragon Saga was very much a Fae family - human - story, with supporting characters here and there. It took me the whole development of the saga (pretty much) to shape the story. Kensi and Ruby keeping the bloodline going in preparation for some major cataclysmic event, and the lines of all the Faes from the days of the Flameseeker Prophecies played their parts. I've been writing my own little version of GW2 Tyria since the game was announced, so it's been festering in my head for a long-ass time :)

In hindsight I should maybe not confused things with Cosima, and just let OG commander ride off into the sunset (whether season 4 or end of EoD), but oh well. Love my little Cos <3. Still, she's still "The Commander" and pushing whatever main storylines along. Despite ANet not pulling in Dragon's Watch, I'm still pulling in my guild of characters into the story.

Cosima reaches out to Aoife after the initial SotO adventures and wants to bring some of the guild into the mix. The Ulvstrom family have been a mix of doing their own thing and popping into the main story, or just off doing their own thing, and it's time to bring them in for a bigger cause. They're all chasing their own legends of course, but will come back to family stuff as needed. Between the Wizard's Tower and Amnytas there's just so much there that could be useful to them about, well, everything. An Ulvstrom is sent to each Bastion with some supporting cast helping out in other places.

[ejzah]

A/N: Callen seeks refuge at the Deeks-Blye household.

***

*Deeks walks into the kitchen one morning with Caleb in his arms to a figure seated at the table*

Deeks: Kensi! There’s a Russian in our kitchen, eating our bagels!

*Callen looks up long enough to nod, then returns to reading the novel he found on the counter*

Kensi, sounding worried from the other room: Which one?

Deeks: Guess.

Kensi, coming in a moment later with Sophia: Oh, it’s only you. Good morning, Callen.

Callen: Morning.

Deeks, moving to the counter: Thanks for making coffee. Care to share why you broke into our house at 7:30 in the morning?

Callen, taking a sip of his coffee: It’s a little crowded at my house right now.

Kensi, grabbing two pouches of milk from fridge and getting them ready one-handed: I thought you were used to Arkady’s visits by now.

Callen, nodding: I am. I’m not so used to his ex-fiancé though.

Deeks, handing Callen a baby and a bottle: Here, make yourself useful. *he goes to help Kensi* Since when does Arkady have an ex-fiancé?

Callen: Since sometime before he met your mom. Did I mention she showed up last night too?

Deeks, chuckling: Oh man, you’re kidding! That is just bloodshed waiting to happen.

Kensi: Does someone need to intervene?

Callen, somewhat awkwardly feeding Caleb: No, Anna was refereeing last time I saw.

Deeks: You really left your semi-newish bride to deal with her father, his ex, and his current girlfriend, my mother? You better get her a big bottle of wine, brother.

Callen: I’ll buy whatever it takes if I don’t have to hear anymore arguing.

Kensi, pulling out a chair: Also, how are you at fixing plugged up drains?

Deeks, in a stage whisper: Hiding out here comes at a price.

[chrisodonline]

I think the music is really just a character on the show now. Like, next week, we’re going to see it running Ops. Every time it’s asked a question, DUN DUN. "Do we have any leads?" DUN DUN. "Did we find any new evidence?" DUN DUN. "Should we tell Castor to come in?" DUN DUN.

Oh, no one talked about Callen doing with Deeks what he did with Sam a couple eps ago. He’s not invalidating his feelings, he’s just trying to keep him from spiraling down and losing focus. #TeamLeaderStuff

Fatima calling for Callen! :( :( :(

Callen’s gun jammed after they were actually driving in real time? Wow, what. Day! But Sam got to wear a hat. And then there’s Deeks horrified. But I also couldn’t help but look at Callen’s and Sam’s faces when it first blew because they were thinking of Kensi and Fatima. And they were right there. And then they had to pull it together and keep going.

You take those guys out, ladies! YOU TAKE THEM OUT! They are Franz Ferdinand! 

Densi having a moment and they’re not even trying to be alone. They just want to hug. So sweet. <3

Why are you wearing that coat tied even indoors, Admiral? If it were Hetty that he checked with, she would’ve popped out of the trenchant.

KENSI IS HUNGRY! All is well with the world. Hehehe. Deeks’ last line. Too cute. Love that Callen got to fourth wheel their reunion and now he gets to third wheel their celebratory dinner. Unless Rosa comes. Then he’s the fourth wheel again. 

“I’ve spent a lot of time staring out at this water, searching for the answers…and by a lot of time I mean only in the last few seasons because it didn’t exist before then. But you know, you can be kind of reflective when staring at a green screen. It just…makes you think. Empties your mind. Much like the screen. And you can put whatever you want on it.” - Sam, as I heard him

And more discussing on things that are unfair in the world across cultures. 

“Progress is neither swift nor easy.” That is some Classic Sam! The. Best. He’s the big Teddy Bear Mentor.

And now we come full circle to Fatima and Ali. So there’s that.

So that episode was a thing that aired and happened. Okay. That's that.

[oneforthemunny]

I just saw that Lego has a Fender guitar set and it’s so cute. How would the Eddies react to getting it as a gift from their girl? 😘

god I think each of them would melt but rockstar!eddie and older!eddie would combust truly.

like older!eddie takes it so seriously. pulls out the readers and goes to town. tongue out just dedicated. you realize then he loves legos and activities of that sort lol.

rockstar!eddie would love it for what it is and he’d have the girls help him. zahra would like to help him the most bc it’s a quiet easy task, and vega gets benched from helping bc she keeps throwing the pieces at kensie to hear her cry lmao

[densi-mber]

Entranced

A/N: Set in season 6, after “Humbug”, but before everyone knows Kensi and Deeks are together.

***

“Deeks, are you and Kensi clear on what you’re doing tonight?” Callen asked, coming up behind Deeks as he stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his bow tie.

Deeks shot Callen’s reflection a glare. “We’re the distraction. We go in, dance, get an intel we can, but otherwise don’t get involved. I think we can handle it, Callen.”

“All right. Just don’t pull any of your usual stuff. You guys need to be focused.”

“G, relax. This isn’t their first time,” Sam intervened. “Stop being so antsy.”

“There’s a lot riding on this one.”

“So it’s a good thing that Kensi and I are involved,” Deeks said smugly, glancing towards OPS.

Deeks stilled, immediately forgetting what he’d been saying as Kensi appeared. She descended the stair, dressed in a long, dark blue dress, the material perfectly sculpted to her body. The bodice dipped low enough to give a tantalizing glimpse of skin, her hair curled and framing her tanned shoulders.

This was hardly the first time he’d seen Kensi dressed up, and many times in far less. Something had changed though, because he couldn’t take his eyes off her, and he felt as breathless as a sixteen year old on his first date.

As Kensi reached the bottom of the stairs, she paused, looking directly at Deeks.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked, giving Deeks a coy smile before she spun in a small circle that made the short train of her skirt flare out. Deeks was entranced.

He recovered himself enough to offer one of his usual grins. “Not bad,” he said, aware of both Callen and Sam watching them. Kensi gave him a brief searching look that made him wonder how obvious his reaction was.

She stepped close enough that Deeks could have easily drawn her into his arms.

“I guess you’re not terrible either,” she teased. She straightened one side of his collar, giving him a once-over that sent a shiver through him. When she reached his eyes again, Kensi nodded approvingly, her expression shifting to something more seductive. “Now you’re perfect.”

Her hand lingered on his chest, burning through the thin layer of his shirt. A sudden image of sliding the zipper down Kensi’s dress, revealing the silky skin he now knew so intimately, running his lips down her neck, and beyond.

Deeks inhaled sharply to bring himself out of the unexpected fantasy.

“Deeks?” Kensi whispered softly, dropping the slight barrier they’d put between themselves.

“Right. Yeah, we better get going,” he managed, holding his arm out to Kensi. She placed her hand in the crux of his arm after a moment, her touch sending yet another wave of warmth and electricity up his spine.

Yeah, he was completely focused.