#Mama Deeks

[renegadesstuff]

Like mother like son 🥺❤️

[chicgeekgirl89]

I mean, let’s be honest. The best thing about this ending is that Arkady and Roberta are canon. That’s what happened. That’s what I saw. Don’t you dare tell me otherwise. 

@mashmaiden what was our ship name for them?!

[glenncoco4]

My sister’s making a dessert and brought out a casserole dish and I said, “A casserole?,” cuz it made me think of Kensi and Mama B in 7x10 and now I’m really sad for probably the first time since hearing the news. 🥺💔

[ejzah]

A/N: I hope everyone celebrating had a wonderful Thanksgiving!

***

Gratitude

Deeks dumped the boiling water from a massive stock pot into the sink, recoiling from the rush of stem billowing up towards him. When most of the water was drained, he set the pot to the side, and added several tablespoons of butter.

“Rosalie, how’s it going?” he asked, joining her at the counter where she had cutting boards, bowls of ingredients, and a large platter spread out in front of her.

“The fiambre is almost ready,” Rosa said, delicately placing folded pieces of ham atop a very colorful salad. It contained a truly impressive number of vegetables, cheese, meat and other ingredients that somehow worked together.

“It looks fantastic.” She smiled at the compliment, offering him an olive. Deeks accepted it, chewing as he looked around the busy kitchen.

“The potatoes are ready to mash, and Mama Deeks is basting the turkey for the last time. Do you need any help?” he asked. “I could cut some more radish roses.

“No, I think I have everything. Thank you, though.”

“Mama?”

Roberta huffed from her spot by the oven, looking over her shoulder. “Marty, you know I can cook a turkey in my sleep,” she said dismissively.

“Yeah, let’s not have a repeat of that, please,” he requested.

Rosa raised an eyebrow, tilting her head at him, and he shook his head quickly mouthing, “Don’t ask.”

Rosa shook her head, continuing with layering her salad. He expected that story would come up sometime tonight. The Thanksgiving they’d eaten pizza for dinner because Roberta slept through an alarm was hardly the most scandalous story she’d shared.

Leaving Rosa and Roberta to their devices, he walked out into the living room and right into some twins shenanigans.

“Hey Kiddo, where you think you’re going?”

Caleb, in the process of pulling himself up from a chair onto the dining room table opened up and set to accommodate their guests. He jumped, spinning around with a startled look. Grabbing him under the armpits, Deeks swung him down into the floor. He turned to Sophia, who clung to one of the table legs.

“And what are you up to, Miss Sophie?”

She offered him a wide, innocent smile that spelled nothing but trouble.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said. Picking them both up around the waist, he deposited a kiss on each of their heads. “C’mon, let’s get some of your toys.”

Deeks had just got them set up in the front room with piles of blocks when Kensi came rushing out of the bedroom.

“Caleb, Sophia!”

“They’re in here, baby!” Deeks said, leaning over so she could see him around the table.

“Oh, thank goodness. I left them in the bedroom while I went to the bathroom,” she explained, regarding the twins with fond exasperation. “I thought they’d be ok for a couple minutes, but apparently someone figured out how to open the door.”

Wado,” Caleb replied with a grin.

“Of course you’d say that,” Kensi replied, and bent to kiss him. She sat down opposite Deeks, settling Sophia between her legs. “How’s everything in the kitchen? I didn’t hear any shouting.”

“Everything’s almost ready. We should probably go check if there’s anything else we can help with before everyone else gets here.”

“Ok. Come on Sophie. Let’s make sure Grandma Deeks doesn’t spike the cranberries again.” Kensi settled Sophia on her hip.

“Oh, I already hid the vodka, bourbon, and scotch,” Deeks told her. He poked his head through the kitchen door, smiling at what he saw.

Roberta and Rosa’s head were bent over a saucepan. She offered a spoon of the contents to Rosa, who tasted it and tilted her head.

“Hm, it might need a little more pepper.”

“Yeah, you might be right, kiddo. You got good taste,” Roberta replied, giving her an approving pat on the shoulder.

“It’s a lot different than our first Thanksgiving together, isn’t it?” Deeks murmured. He didn’t want to interrupt the moment between the two.

“You mean when our mom’s were ready to battle it out to cook dinner?” Kensi asked wryly.

“Yeah. Not to mention the three kids.” He watched Rosa and his mom for a few more moments. “Is it cheesy to say this is what I’m thankful for?”

“Mm, yeah. But I feel the same way.” Sighing contentedly, Kensi leaned her head against his.

Yeah, grateful didn’t even begin to cover it.

***

A/N: Based on a little research, fiambre is a common Thanksgiving/holiday dish served in Guatemalan families.

[densi-mber]

Let’s Save That for Home

***

“Hey, I just got a call from the school. Caleb and Sophia’s teacher has requested we stop in for a meeting,” Deeks informed Kensi.

“Oh, not again,” Kensi groaned.

“I mean, at least it’s only the second time this year.”

“Which wouldn’t be that bad if the first time wasn’t because they told an entire table of six year olds ‘mommy and daddy don’t shoot people anymore’.” Pinching the bridge of her nose, Kensi exhaled extremely slowly.

“Yeah, that was not a fun meeting,” Deeks agreed. “I suppose it’s a relief they didn’t actually try to bring a weapon to show off.”

“That makes me feel so much better,” Kensi said.

“I guess we better find out what happened.”

With a reluctant sigh, she took his offered hand, and they walked to the twins’ room together. They found Caleb and Sophia laying on the floor, coloring a giant picture of Disney characters, the very picture of innocence.

“Caleb, Sophia.”

Caleb paused long enough to look up. “Hey.”

“Is it time for dinner?” Sophia asked, mouth slightly open as she worked at a small section of the picture.

“No, we have about half an hour,” Deeks said, getting down on his knees beside them. Kensi joined him, sitting cross-legged. “Did anything happen at school today?”

Sophia tilted her head, looking remarkably like Kensi. “We watched a video about penguins,” she answered.

“And Liam got sick in gym,” Caleb added.

“Well, that’s lovely.”

“That’s not quite what we meant. Mrs. Rosenbaum called us. Do you know why that might be?” Kensi asked, raising an eyebrow at the twins. Caleb just shrugged.

“I don’t know. Wait, we did have to go to the principal’s office.”

“I’d think something like that would stand out in my mind, but ok. Why were you in the principal’s office?” Deeks caught Kensi’s eyes, and saw the worried anticipation in her expression.

“I don’t know. We were just playing bad guys and good guys during recess and showed Elijah defensive stragegies and then Mrs. Clark said it was against the rules,” Sophia explained.

“And she took us to the principal,” Caleb finished.

Caught between grim amusement and consternation, Deeks cleared his throat, and asked,

“Exactly what defense strategies did you show him?”

“A roundhouse and flipping him on the ground. Just like Uncle Sam showed us.” Caleb nodded proudly.

“I’m the one who flipped him,” Sophia said, puffing out her chest.

“Oh, I’m sure you did,” Kensi groaned.

“Just like your mama,” Deeks muttered. When Kensi gave him a sharp look he shrugged. “Thanks so much, Sam.”

Drawing in another breath, Kensi took Caleb and Sophia’s hand. “Guys, remember how we talked about there being certain things that you don’t do or talk about at school?”

“I thought that was just for stuff with weapons and Uncle Arkady and Grandma Deeks’ stories.” Sophia looked to Deeks in obvious confusion.

“Oh it is,” Deeks assured her. “We just neglected to add that you shouldn’t show your friends and of the things your uncles show you. So that means no judo, tae kwon do, kickboxing, karate—”

Caleb raised a hand.

“—or wrestling,” Deeks finished, and Caleb lowered his hand, shoulders slumping.

“Sorry we messed up,” Sophia said softly. And didn’t that just break his heart.

Sighing, Deeks pulled her into his lap; Kensi hugged Caleb into her side. “We know you didn’t mean to, but you gotta be a little more careful, ok?”

“Yeah, please don’t beat up your friends anymore.”

They got two nods and Sophia hugged him tightly.

“Hey, why don’t you guys get ready for dinner? Then we’ll check any homework.” Deeks patted Sophia’s shoulder and reached over to ruffle Caleb’s hair.

“Ok! Then can you tell us about the bad man who tried to kidnap you on your wedding?” Caleb requested excitedly.

“No, I wanna hear about when Mommy and Daddy met!”

Getting up, Deeks held out a hand to help Kensi stand as the twins argued.

“Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be normal,” Kensi said.

“It would probably be a lot less interesting. And we’d probably never have met.”

“In that case, I wouldn’t change a thing.” Kensi kissed him quickly.

[writeandsurvive]

Author's note: I liked this idea at first and I still do, but I'm not I did a good job at writing it. Sorry if it's not great.

Summary: You always respected rule 12, until you couldn't anymore

Warnings: angst and comfort, 'normal' ncis stuff, mostly based on ep 20x14 'old wounds', ex/booty call, jealousy, Alden being a dick to the team, happy!Gibbs in Alaska

Damaged Goods ~ Alden Parker

You've always respected Gibbs' rules, they actually became a code for you to live by. And Rule 12 - never date a coworker - was in your top 3, because you saw how bad it could turn. You saw Gibbs and Jenny having this strange connection, Tony and Ziva invading each other's lives but never being able to be together until very recently (let's be honest, it can only work because they left the agency), and lately Nick and Ellie. Lots of struggles and heartbreak. The only exception being your friends from LA, Kensi and Deeks. Every rule needs its exception, and since they had this spot, you knew it wouldn't work for you.

And surprisingly, you did pretty well all those years. Never dated someone from the office, nor even a federal agent. You never even had a crush on someone from NCIS.

But that was before.

Before him.

Alden Parker.

At first, you told yourself it was just some kind of attraction because let's be honest, this man is incredibly gorgeous. Knowing you'd never act on it - and Alden didn't seem to feel the same anyways - you decided to call your booty call a little more often; someone you actually dated a while back, with whom it didn't really work but the sex was amazing. You're a human with needs after all.

The team knew Joel, except for the two new additions, Alden and Jess. So when J dropped you off at work after a night at his place and kissed you goodbye under Alden's eyes, he immediately assumed it was your boyfriend, which you didn't see the point of denying.

Seeing Joel more regularly worked for a while, until it didn't. Spending more and more time with Alden, discovering about him and all those things he loves, seeing him take care of his plants like a dad, bringing pastries almost everyday, showing love and support to the team,... You weren't just attracted to him, you were developing feelings for him.

When a case involved his ex-wife Vivian, you realized how bad you had it. You felt jealous about how he still cared for her, thinking he may still be in love with this woman. And you were just envious of Vivian for being married to this man for ten years. How could she let him go, you'll never understand.

Despite the way you felt towards her, you offered support to Alden when she got shot. Showing up at the hospital with food as she was still in surgery, you told him he could count on you if he needed anything. It took you by surprise when he reached for a hug as a thank you, you didn't have time to appreciate it, his body against yours, his arms around you, his smell right up in your nose. It was all over too soon.

For weeks after this event, he never talked about Vivian again, so you convinced yourself she got back to her life and nothing was going on between them. You were relieved and happy.

Meanwhile, you kept seeing Joel, and he asked you to be his date at a family wedding. You had no reasons to refuse. But working for NCIS being what it is, you had to change and prepare yourself at the office. Jess and Kasie helped you with hair and make up, and allowed you to leave only when they were satisfied with their work. Walking back to the bullpen, you immediately spotted Joel talking with the boys. He looked very handsome in his fancy suit, but your eyes quickly fell on Alden who was already staring at you. You shyly smiled but he turned his face. When you finally reached them, Nick whistled at you. "Looking hot, mama!" You giggled and thanked him.

"Wouldn't say it that way, but Torres is right!" Tim agreed.

"Why thank you very much, Timmy."

You looked back at Alden's desk but it was empty. He had disappeared. Shaking off the deception - you'd have loved to know what he thought - you focused on Joel, who grabbed your hand and made you spin. "You're gonna outstage the bride." He then gently kissed your lips and that was when you saw Alden again from the corner of your eyes, upstairs, near the MTAC entrance. Fucking Houdini. His face was unreadable.

When you came back to the office on Monday, things with Alden had changed. He got distant with you, teaming you up with everyone but him, not getting interested in your free time anymore, and barely answering when you got interested in him and his life.

You couldn't help but get hurt at his behavior. And your defense mechanism was to hurt back, so you ignored him even more. If you told him three sentences a day, it was a miracle and it was strictly about work. Moreover, you were back to calling him 'Parker' or 'Sir', after switching to 'Alden' months prior. Maybe you were being petty, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

What hurt the most was when Parker invited the team for game night at his place, and you only heard about it by Kasie. "What do you mean you're not invited?"

"I mean I didn't get an invite, a question, a text, a call, or a damn pigeon."

"I'm sure he counted you in anyways. We're a small group, he knew it'd reach you."

"Doesn't matter, I'm not going."

Somehow, by the end of that day, Alden stopped you in the hallways. "Hey, are you coming tonight or not?"

You stared at him for a second before laughing sarcastically, "Kasie scares you that much?"

"Look, I just assumed you'd spend the night with Jonas--"

"Joel." You corrected, arms crossed over your chest.

"Joel, right. But anyways, I didn't think you'd want to come, so--"

"You assumed wrong, Parker. Very wrong. But I don't want your pity invite, so I'll not be there." You started to walk away from him but he was quick to grab your arm and make you face him again.

"I'm sorry. It was wrong of me. I let my --" he sighed. "I shouldn't have assumed. And I'd really like it if you would come to game night at my place."

Alden really looked apologetic and sincere. All you wanted to do was say yes after asking him why he had been acting like this with you. No, the complete truth was that all you wanted was to close the gap and kiss the life out of his man. You wanted his hands and mouth on you, his cock inside you, his noises in your ear.

You never felt this way before, and it scared the shit out of you.

"Too late, I made plans with Jonas." This time he let you leave.

It was a big fat lie though. You spent the night alone in your apartment, drinking, and feeling sorry for yourself. And before you knew it, you were booking a plane ticket to Alaska for the following weekend. You didn't tell anyone you were going to visit Gibbs. All they knew was that you requested your Friday and Monday off to leave town. Of course, everybody assumed it meant a little getaway with Joel.

It felt amazing to see Gibbs after months, and you were so glad to see how well and peaceful he looked. He showed you his new place, took you around this little town he called home - it didn't take long -, he took you on a boat ride, and fishing. Photography being one of your hobbies, you spent lots of time snapping anything that caught your eye. At night, you'd eat his infamous steak, and have a drink on his porch, facing the lake and mountains. "So, you gonna tell me why you're here?"

"I told you, I wanted to see you. I miss you."

"I miss you too, sweetheart, but I'm no idiot. Talk."

You told him everything and much to your surprise, Gibbs laughed once you were done. "Laughing at my misery? Alaska makes you mean, Leroy."

"I'm laughing because you're the idiot."

"Wow, thanks?"

"Parker has a thing for you. It's obvious. He's ignoring you cause he's jealous of Joel. Who, by the way, is still desperately in love with you." Gibbs laughed more at the face you made. Pure confusion, you looked like you were trying to figure out string theory. "Here, have one more." He poured you another glass of bourbon, and watched you drink it in one swallow.

"Okay first things between me and Joel are pretty clear --"

"Maybe for you. Honey, all you have to do is snap your fingers and he's there, despite breaking up with you, because--and I quote 'this job doesn't leave you much time for us'"

You sighed and went for the bottle but Gibbs grabbed it first. "Not yet." He said, putting it by his feet.

"Now, about Parker. He's friends with Tobias you know, and Tobias calls me often."

"Okay?"

"Parker asked Tobias about you, soon after he joined the team."

"What kind of things did he ask?"

"Things you like outside the office, your backstory, if you were in a relationship..."

"I don't believe you."

"Call Fornell, and you'll see."

"I check on Toby every week, we try to see each other whenever I can and he never said anything about that."

"Because he knows."

"Knows what?"

"Alden could be your Shannon, your Diane, sweetheart."

You tried to enjoy the rest of your trip, but you couldn't. Everything Gibbs told you was replaying in your mind and you tried to remember whatever you could, any interaction with Alden that wasn't work related. Were Gibbs and Fornell reading too much into this or were you completely blind? As an investigator, this made you question your abilities. If he really had a thing for you, how could you not notice? Or was he a really good actor?

You thought about Joel too, and maybe a part of you knew that but selfishly, you never questioned it too much. It was nice to have someone to call whenever you needed, whether it was for sexual relief or just have someone there to hold your hand, which he always did.

On the plane back home, you decided to have a very thorough and honest conversation with Joel. You didn't want to lose him as you really care about the man, but it was for the best.

But you came back to a weird vibe at work. As you got into the office on Tuesday morning, everyone was already here except Alden - admittedly you felt relieved as it gave you more time to prepare yourself to see again - and the team got you up to speed. "We had a case yesterday, a murder that looks like drugs related and Parker stormed off. He's been MIA since." Jess informed you.

"I went to his house last night but he wasn't there. Called, texted and nothing."

"That's not very Parker like," you conceded, puzzled by what they were telling you.

They gave you more details about the case, and theories they had thus far - wasn't much - and Alden finally walked in. "That's a W. For Wills, Clayton Wills." He quickly took his coat off and threw it in his chair. You sat back at your desk, and started to do research on this Clayton guy. Nick asked about pastries and Alden immediately lost it on him.

"Do I have to do everything around here while you just beg for pastries and sit on your ass at your damn desk?!" He angrily shouted, standing face to face with Nick. Who was this guy?

"Agent Parker!" You all heard from upstairs, where Leon Vance was standing. Alden sighed and walked to the director.

Everyone agreed that something was very wrong.

During the day, the team made progress on the case, but Alden wasn't calming down. He kept snapping about everyone, making it sound like the team was just a bunch of useless investigators. He wasn't with you though, as he was utterly ignoring you. You honestly felt invisible. If you said something, Alden would answer to someone else, like it wasn't you who talked.

This was a side of him you never saw before and you didn't like it very much. By the end of the day, you were all in the evidence garage, when a man in a wheelchair arrived, asking for Alden. "You're Jeremy Brighton?" Tim asked him with a smile. "My wife and I love your book and your podcast! - Tim McGee," he extended his hand.

You all proceeded to introduce yourselves, but when it got to you, Jeremy already knew your name. No time to ask for some explanation as Alden walked out of the elevator and a moment later, you knew why this case was personal to him; Wills' case was the one that got Jeremy in a wheelchair. It explained a lot, but it didn't minimize Alden's behavior with the team. Especially since he kept snapping, until Vance actually benched him on Wednesday.

You never meant to eavesdrop on Alden and Jeremy's conversation in Autopsy, but they arrived, not knowing you were the supply closet. The door was slightly opened, you could hear everything they were saying and it was obviously too late to let them know you were there.

"It was my bullet that hit your spin, Jer! And that guilt is eating me alive." His voice broke and you felt shivers in your entire body. You wanted to get out and hugged him forever.

They kept arguing back and forth. Jeremy telling his best friend it's not easy to live with Alden's guilt on top of everything, and Alden saying that his hobbies are just a way to fill the void. That man was broken, the guilt had been slowly killing him for years.

"Since we're spilling the beans, are we going to talk about her?" Your ears tickled.

"Not a chance." Alden was stern.

"She's as pretty as you told me, more even." You could hear Jeremy's smile. "Don't tell Josie I said that though."

Alden's small laugh was a bit covered by the body drawer being closed. "I will if you don't shut up."

"I may have made a mistake -- I guessed her name before she told me." Oh yeah, they were clearly talking about you. You smiled despite yourself.

"What the fuck? Jer! She's not stupid, she's gonna question that!"

"Well you could tell her you've been pining over her since you joined."

"I haven't --"

Jeremy laughed. "'Jer, she was so pretty today.' 'Jer, she figured out the case all of her own, she's so smart.' 'Jer, she has a boyfriend. Of course she has one, how could a woman like her stay single?' 'Jer, I can't stop thinking about her, I need a lobotomy.' Should I go on?"

"I think I need a new best friend." You heard the automatic doors opening and closing and then silence.

So... It was all true? Alden has had a thing for you for over a year? He's been pining over you? While you had a thing for him too? You wanted to smile and cry at the same time. Cry for the lost time and the pain of the past months, and also for Alden's pain and guilt. Smile because the man you loved had feelings for you. Your stomach was jumping inside of you. You had to sit for a moment to process and figure out what you were going to do.

Obviously, having the conversation during this case wasn't an option, so the goal was to get it closed as fast as possible. Which the team did once you found out evidence against Wills. But of course, Alden was sent home by Vance instead of joining on the op to catch him.

However, Alden refused to let it go. After calling Tim to 'check', he went rogue; left Jeremy in his apartment, grabbed his gun and went to get Wills himself.

~

Seeing Alden holding Wills at gun point, his pretty face bleeding, and the pain and the guilt written all over his face, was your breaking point. You put your gun away, and slowly walked over to him, not caring about the team being there. You stared at his face, saw the tears in his eyes. But he wouldn't look at you, he kept staring at Wills who was on his knees. You let your hand run over his arm, until it reached his hands. "Let it go, Alden." You whispered, pressing on his hands so he would stop aiming at the scumbag. "Look at me." He shook his head no, but dropped his aim. The team proceeded on handcuffing Wills, but you didn't pay any attention to that. You grabbed the gun from his hands and handed it to Nick, slightly nodded at him. A silent understanding that they could go.

It was just you and Alden, in that dark forest. Thanks to some spotlights several feet away, you could see his face clearly as you stood in front of him. He looked down, still avoiding your eyes. You put your hands on each side of his face, softly stroked his beard for a moment before forcing him to look up. "We got him. You are okay and most importantly, Jeremy is okay. He seems to be a very happy man." At this moment, he locked eyes with him, slowly figuring out that you knew the entire truth. "It wasn't your fault."

How, he wanted to ask. It got caught up in his throat when you wrapped his arms around his neck, and held him tight. His shaky arms wrapped around your middle, and his face buried itself in your neck. "Not your fault." You repeated, playing with the small hair in the back of his head. He cried in your arms.

You drive him home with his car, holding his hand the entire ride. The music filled the silence, you didn't want to pressure him to talk. Once at his house, Jeremy was still there and immediately asked what happened. Alden just apologized, grabbed a beer and disappeared into his greenhouse. "Do you know a ride home?" You offered to his friend. "I'll come back here and stay if he lets me."

"He will, he needs you. He's--"

"I'm in love with him, Jeremy." You spurred out, not realizing the words leaving your mouth before it was too late.

Jeremy smiled. "I figured, but I'm glad to hear it. He's been self sabotaging his life and relationships since the accident, and he probably won't be easy 24/7, but please, stick with him. He's worth it."

"I've been told I'm pretty stubborn ever since I was born."

"Hopefully, you're more stubborn than he is."

"Are you done talking about me?" You heard from the greenhouse. You should've been embarrassed by the fact Alden probably heard your confession to Jeremy, but you were planning on telling him at some point, so you didn't. Plus, you were confident by the fact that he had feelings for you too.

"I'm leaving, pal. Looks like you're in good hands. I better see you at Eli's game this weekend."

With Jeremy gone, you joined Alden. He was drinking his beer while checking on his plants and flowers. "How do you know?" He asked, without looking at you.

"I heard you and Jeremy talking. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy or anything, I was there and you didn't see me--"

"I ruin everything I touch. Don't listen to Jer, you should leave before it's too late."

You knew that no words would convince him at this moment, so instead of talking, you grabbed his face and crashed your lips on his. It was the most meaningful first kiss you ever had. You tried to tell him how much you loved him with that kiss, and Alden returned with the same intensity. He held you by the back of your neck, trying to get you as close as possible to him.

You only separated when the need to breathe was too important. "Let's get this wound clean up."

As well as all of his other wounds.

[aladaylessecondblog]

Lil Nerevar 7

"No, mama. Like dis."

Haj-deek grunted slightly, and a ball of light appeared in the hands she'd cupped together.

"I know, but I--" Sadara tried again, this time with more effort. A faint light appeared in her hands--faint, but there. "I've always had a problem with Illusion spells...you'd think being a bard I'd be better at it..."

"It's all very well, you will improve in time," Dagoth Ulen said, "You simply had no ability to be taught, and to learn alongside little lady Sunnar will benefit both of you. And different people have different talents, of course."

"Papa says his blood makes me better at magik," Haj-deek gave a little smile. "He talk in my dreams sometimes. And serjo Lorkhan too."

"Lorkhan?" Sadara's eyes widened.

"Yes," the girl nodded, "He very sad, nobody talk to him. Like papa was before you, mama. He say it make him crazy."

"And he isn't now?" It was Dagoth Ulen's turn to speak.

"He getting better."

Sadara hardly knew what to say, or to think, and was extremely grateful when Dagoth Ulen spoke up again.

"Now, you are very smart, so I know you won't be upset when I say you should be suspicious of whoever this is. It may be Lorkhan, it may be someone pretending to be him. We wouldn't want you to speak to one of the Daedra Lords who are trying to fool you - they aren't to be trusted, you know. What does Lorkhan ask of you? How does he appear to you?"

"Big snake. Sometimes he have wings. He likes to ask what I think about new thing I learn. Says it nice to hear child talk, we excited about everything! Then I ride on his back and if he have wings we fly all over!"

They broke for lunch, and after that the lesson went on. Sadara finally got the hang of the light spell, and Haj-deek went off to see if her father was "done staring at the heart."

"The Lorkhan talk worries me," Sadara said to Ulen quietly, "If it was Azura, she'd say it was her, she's too vain not to."

"She spoke of this even before you were revived," Ulen replied. "She hasn't mentioned this in such a way before..."

"What if she is telling the truth? I don't remember this ever happening before...if he appeared, he appeared as someone, not speaking to people in their dreams. That's more..."

"Lord Dagoth's specialty, you might say?"

"It might be a good idea to get some books on Shor and Shezarr, since that's how he's seen by people in Skyrim and Cyrodiil. Might give us some clues. But really, I couldn't see what he would want with my daughter."

"Perhaps he just wants a friend. But either way, rest assured, we will do what we must to protect her."

[wanna-be-bold]

I haven't written Densi in forever but this episode inspired me to write something short. Spoilers(ish) for 14x18 and my wish for post-14x21

"Good morning Mrs. Deeks." Kensi smiled at hearing her husband's voice, snuggling into his side even more and smiling when she felt him squirm at her cold feet hitting his legs. 

"Good morning Mr. Deeks." She felt him kiss the top of her head and pushed herself up, letting her eyes roam over his naked chest. She was about to push herself off of him and get up when he grabbed her waist, pulling her back to him. 

"Wait a second. Where are you going?" 

"You know I need breakfast. Especially after working up such an appetite last night." 

"We did work up an appetite didn't we?" They smiled at each other, Kensi leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. 

"We did. Which is why mama needs breakfast." 

"How about I order us room service and we work up even more of an appetite while we wait?" She tilted her head, her hair falling over her shoulders giving Deeks a full view of her own naked chest. 

"Fine. But you owe me pancakes and hashbrowns." 

"Deal." 

With that he grabbed his phone and placed an order quickly before he pulled her back on top of him.

"This was a really great idea baby." Deeks looked up from his spot on the bed, watching as Kensi came out of the bathroom after drying her hair. 

"Oh yeah?" She crawled into bed, turning one leg under her as she sat next to him. 

"Oh yeah. I'm really glad we were able to come back here." 

"Me too. Can you believe it's been 8 years since I invited you to come up here with me?" 

"Mmm… Can you believe it's been 8 years since we went 'all in'?" 

"Sometimes it feels like yesterday."

"Sometimes?" Her smile was bright as she teased him but she should have known he would get all serious and sentimental on her. 

"Yeah. And then other times, when I think about everything we've been through together, it feels like a million years ago." She felt her eyes get watery then as she thought about everything that has happened in the last 8 years. The number of times they each almost died, especially Syria and Mexico. Their wedding. Their struggle to have kids. Their decision to adopt and then to adopt Rosa to finally become parents. 

Filled with emotion, the only words she could squeeze past the lump in her throat were a quiet "Thank you."

"For what?" Deeks smiled, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. 

"For always being there, even when I tried to push you away. For being by my side through everything. Just, just for being you Deeks." Her words made tears spring to his eyes and he pushed himself up more to look straight in her eyes. 

"I love you so much." 

"I love you too." 

There, in the same cabin on a mountain in Mammoth as they shared their first night together after going all in, Deeks pulled her into a kiss before quickly getting lost in each other. 

It was just over a month ago that they made the promise to each other that they would spend more time together with just the two of them and a week since they decided to hang up their badges for good. It was only a couple days after that that Deeks had surprised her with a trip to Mammoth, proving to her that he could be a romantic when he wanted to bed. And it was just over 12 hours ago that they got the news that their family would be expanding as a phone call confirmed that Pilar was officially able to be adopted, both of them not waiting for the person on the other line to finish talking before saying they wanted to adopt her. 

The thought of being by unemployed parents to two teenage girls should have terrified them but instead they were thrilled. 

Things may not have happened the way they thought but they wouldn't change it for the world. 

[ncisladaily]

NCIS: Los Angeles star Daniela Ruah steps behind the camera for the April 15 episode of Hawai’i, but before that airs, fans will get the chance to see her onscreen once again as Kensi Blye—as also glimpsed in TV Insider’s exclusive featurette for the milestone—in the franchise’s 1,000th episode, airing on the mothership.

“We actually shot that while I was in Hawai’i, beginning our shoot for my episode,” Ruah tells TV Insider. “I got the call, and they were like, ‘Would you mind shooting this? Can we just quickly shoot this while you’re there?’ And of course, I would never say no to being in the 1,000th episode of NCIS. So yeah, we just found a car that was the same as Kensi’s car and I sat in it. We had to revisit pictures of Kensi’s car to make sure it matched enough, and we just sort of shot it as simply as we could because [it was] a Zoom call, obviously, but I was just happy to be a part of it. To be able to be in the episode was fantastic. I love those guys.”

It’s impossible not to try to figure out where Kensi and Deeks (Eric Christian Olsen)—who learned their family would be expanding in the LA series finale with news she was pregnant—would be currently at the time this cameo takes place. Would they be figuring out balancing home and work lives, with both a teenager and baby in the house?

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“That’s why we also kept it simple and put me in the car,” Ruah laughs. “That way she could be arriving at work or she could be dropping off the baby with Mama D.”

Ruah has been part of the NCIS franchise since before LA even premiered; she appeared in the two-part backdoor pilot on the mothership. And with the NCISverse ever expanding (two more series are already coming) and her LA costar LL COOL J currently a special guest star on Hawai’i, would she rather do cameos like the 1,000th going forward or return to Kensi in another capacity, like on a new show?

“I think I’ll cross any of those bridges when they come,” she admits. “I don’t have an answer for you right now, to be honest with you. I think it all depends. It just depends on a lot of stuff.” She would also “have to see what the plan is and if it makes sense.”

Ruah does know that she wants to direct an NCIS again (after stepping behind the camera for her show, the mothership, and Hawai’i). “I’m always open to a fun challenge. I would love to direct on any of the NCISes,” she says. “I had an absolute incredible time in Hawai’i, an amazing time on NCIS, and it’s a comfort zone for me. I like to be challenged, and I like to feel comfortable. And this is a place where I am deeply, deeply comfortable and challenged at the same time.”

[hellsurvivr]

@mythosisms /// Deeks & Elysia ( Bridgerton )

         IF THERE WAS ONE THING,    he wished he could do. was wrap his hands around his aunt's throat, and throttle her for what she had done. the way she had announced that he was looking for a wife. meaning that all mama's right now, were looking at him like he was a piece of meat. after all he was a duke, who was unmarried and had been ever since he took the title two years ago, and had one hell of a reputation as a rake. most people saying, that rakes made the best husbands. and it's with that greed, that everyone wanted him. wanted to throw their daughters in his face. (    despite what he wanted!    )  and all of it was thanks to his aunt. another reason he was currently stood, smiling a fake smile at the woman before him. one who had no brain cells, he could see it from a mile away. and yet had to remain as the gentleman he was. with a swift and deadly smirk, he's able to distract the woman long enough to excuse himself. a lie slipping off his face about finding his aunt.    and finally, it grants hims some space. to finally breathe.

                he moves quickly through the room easily    ━   able to avoid the mama's with practiced ease.   till he's across the room and hidden in the shadows. well out of the way of people's curious glances, and also perfectly hidden from the woman in front of him. the one who was playing nice, but looked about ready to kill. a message that the male seemed to get. before scurrying away.   (    rather quickly in reality!    ) 

          ❛   need a drink.   ❜   he smirks, holding out one of the flutes of champagne he had grasped along the way. a cocky smirk lifting on his hand for he knew, she had probably not been allowed much that night. Elias at least wanting his two sisters to behave. which was easy for Elektra who could play the room. harder for the one, who was untameable.     (   in more ways than one!   )    he sips at his own drink as he idly lets his dark eyes wander around the room. landing on the man elysia had just chased away.     ❛   not too interested in his mansion in the highlands i take it. not too many ways to sneak out enough to have you saying no.   ❜    after all, he was well aware of Elysia's escapades. had seen her many nights when he was leaving the gentlemans club. and also knew it was a constant stress of Elias. which was amusing given the male in question, was distracted. deeks own dark eyes trailing back to Elysia, giving her his full attention.

[stardreamer28]

spoilers or maybe not lol:

its no secret i hated the wedding lol but the fact we got nallen at the end and chris’ son guesting and nate back made up for it lol. and the 50 ideas we now all have of them on a mission together hehehe.  as much as charlie looked like chris in s1, this kid chip is the spitting image. looks & sounds just like him lol. i kinda called the densi baby but i’m happy for them. though my heart still wanted deeks’ friend ray back (which we were promised years ago) and nadir to see callen ‘cause they had such an impactful episode & it would've made total sense to reconnect. i originally thought since the guy delivering the letter was arabic it’d be from nadir but i’m glad it was from hetty. and understand the possible reasons linda couldn’t be there even though we all wanted to see her. and as they said it was typical hetty & nell to have that side mission hehehe and loved seeing nate back as i apparently missed his appearence last year? oh and i looove arkady flirting with mama deeks!!

[renegadesstuff]

MAMA KENSI & DAD DEEKS 🥹😭🤍

[chicgeekgirl89]

Mama Deeks invited herself to this wedding and nothing will convince me otherwise.

MAMA DEEKS AND ARKADY!!! MAMA DEEKS AND ARKADY!!!

MY DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!

[glenncoco4]

My gawd I just got the image of Arty messing with Mama B’s trash and her coming out topless or something and it backfiring 😂😂

[ejzah]

A/N: Now that Densimber is over, it’s back to your regularly scheduled programming.

***

Blunt Force, Part 7

Deeks didn’t hear from Kensi again for the rest of the day. He considered texting her, but didn’t want to push and didn’t know what he’d say anyway.

Sorry I kissed you. It must be the head injury.

Yeah, it seemed better to give her some space and follow her lead.

It had been a good kiss, brief as it was. Something felt familiar, even natural about it, even though he’d immediately sensed he and Kensi didn’t have a romantic relationship. Either way, she clearly regretted the kiss given how quickly she’d run out there.

Deeks sighed, glancing at the time; it was around seven. He’d dozed on and off for a couple hours, too restless to fall into a deep sleep. Staying in the this exact sounded pretty fantastic. He didn’t feel like moving and his headache had returned, not that it ever went away completely.

An image of Kensi’s worries expression floated through his mind and spurred him to get up and shuffle to the kitchen. Someone had apparently restocked the fridge, since he found a note on the counter informing him there were buckets of soup, frozen meals, fruit, and a variety of snacks. Since nothing sounded particularly good, he settled on heating a small bowl of chicken and rice soup. He ate is slowly, leaving a few spoonfuls behind when the thought of finishing it made his stomach roll uncomfortably.

Normally, he always felt better in a clean environment, but for once he didn’t have the will to pull out the extra bit of energy required to clean and rinse his few dishes. Deeks left the bowl and spoon in the sink, once again moving with all the agility and speed of your typical 95 year old.

With a little searching, he found the bathroom and then bedroom. Two surfboards leaned against the wall closest to the bedroom door and he ran his hands over the surface, appreciating the familiar texture. There were also two dressers, a side table next to the queen sized bed, and a painting of the ocean above that.

He went to the shorter of the two dressers solely because it was closer and pulled out drawers until he found one full of neatly folded shirts. He grabbed a plain gray one, and started to pull off his current one when a collection of pictures on top of the dresser caught his eye.

He dropped the shirt, picking up the first picture frame, which had a photo of him and his mom. He remembered taking it outside his dorm his first year of college.

The sight of it produced mixed feelings; his relationship with his mom had been extremely rocky the last few years. Between them never discussing his dad or the surrounding trauma and Roberta’s inability to accept his choices, they hadn’t spoken much since he graduated. As proud as she was of his achievements, she greatly disapproved of his decision to work with drug lords and crazed killers—her words—and didn’t keep that opinion to herself.

Apparently something had changed in the last seven years, since he’d packed up most of his childhood belongings when he moved the first time. The realization left him conflicted, as so many things did right now. If they’d actually discussed his dad’s abuse and everything that came with it, he had no memory of it and if not, that would still be hanging over their heads.

Curious, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, using the passcode Kensi had provided and went to his contacts, scrolling through until he found one labeled, “Mama”. He smiled a little at that, navigating to his texts and opening the accompanying one for Roberta.

After scrolling a few screens-worth, he found a random conversation from a few weeks ago.

“Martin, I’m making lasagna on Saturday. Come on over, assuming you don’t get shot before then.”

He huffed a laugh, hearing the words in her voice. It looked like that hadn’t changed either and for once, he was glad. Exiting the thread, he saw Kensi’s name at the very top, apparently with the last message he’d sent before being knocked out. He was very tempted to open it, but stopped himself as his thumb hovered over the screen. Somehow, it felt like cheating.

Instead, he moved on to the next picture frame, which was slightly smaller than the first and held a more current photo. Him, Kensi, Nell, and a blond man he didn’t recognize crouched together, their grins open and affectionate. It made him smile a little in response.

The final picture was of just him and Kensi. He sat at a desk, Kensi leaning against his back her chin just above his head. He looked slightly off-camera, his smile soft and fond while was clearly mid-laugh, the corners of her eyes crinkled. It made his wonder when they’d both felt comfortable enough be this at ease, let alone in front of whomever took the picture.

Based on her earlier response, he guessed Kensi didn’t know about it. Or at least that he kept a copy in his bedroom. Giving it a final look, Deeks set the picture down in the exact spot he’d found it.

He had the odd sense of invading someone else’s privacy. Which was an absurd thought since these were his pictures in his room.

A sudden wave of vertigo hit him, and he closed his tightly, hand fumbling for the edge of the dresser as he tried not to throw up or fall over. An eternity later, the ground stopped swaying under him and he thought he could move without being sick. His headache was back in full force.

Giving up on the shirt, he stumbled over to his bed, easing onto it with a grown. His stomach gave a feeble protest at the sudden change in direction and his mouth was dry and sour like after a bad bout of a stomach bug.

This sucked. All of it. The concussion. The not knowing. Finding out things about himself piecemeal and trying to fit it all together. Whatever he had with Kensi.

Rolling onto his side, he pulled a pillow over his head, hoping for oblivion.

[tinytinybumblebee]

Tiny Deek n' Mama Sarah during the militia 👉👈

One day, Sarah gives Deacon the moooost important task of all! Which, is colour sorting her supplies!

A very important task only the smartest and sweetest baby boy can handle (aka: how Sarah can let Deacon stay with her in the lab without the other lieutenants trying to have him do task for them!)

And Deek is very concentrated on his task, sitting criss-cross applesauce on the floor, moving unused Petri-dishes to one box, blue objects in the blue box, etc ;w;

Sarah smiles when she looks up from her experiment and sees Deacon's tongue sticking out in concentration as he tries to figure out where the object in his hand should go.

For the scientist, it's relaxing, being able to be with her tiny one, even in these,,new times they're in. It honestly makes the failures of experiments sting less because Sarah sees them as a tremendous problem, whereas, Deek just sees his Mama doing her cool, science super powers and that helps Sarah pick herself up and try again ♡