#NCIS 6

[heavymetal-lovers]

"You are part orangutan." "You're looking at my butt, aren't you?" "I could have just picked the lock!" "Yeah, and miss this opportunity to impress you?"

DANIELA RUAH as KENSI BLYE and ERIC CHRISTIAN OLSEN as MARTY DEEKS in NCIS: LOS ANGELES 6X06 | SEAL HUNTER

[uselesstimetraveler]

Katrina Law as Jessica Knight -> NCIS s22e06 "Knight and Day"

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THESE PARALLELS 🥺❤️‍🩹 (parallel)

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DENSI x CHENFORD 🥺❤️

[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.

[ejzah]

A/N: Back by semi-popular demand.

***

One Wrong Move, Part 6

Kensi rushed down the hall, pushing past two nurses in time to see a whole barrage of doctors and nurses, bringing carts and medical equipment to Deeks’ room.

“What happened?”

They ignored her, rattling off orders and numbers to on another as they hurried into the room. Kensi grabbed the arm of the last nurse, begging, “I need to know what’s going on. Please, he’s my husband.”

The nurse’s expression turned sympathetic, and she took Kensi’s hands.

“He’s in good hands,” she said. Kensi started to object, and she quickly added, “That’s all I can tell you right now. I know it’s hard, but the best thing you can do for him is let us do our work. Ok?”

Kensi nodded, and the nurse opened the door, slipping inside. Just before the door closed again, Kensi caught a glimpse of Deeks through the plastic barrier to his room. His face was obscured by an oxygen mask and as she watched, started attaching leads to his chest.

She stumbled back, jerking when she ran into something solid.

“Hey, easy,” Sam said from behind her. She hadn’t even realized he’d followed her. Wordlessly, she turned, pressing her face into his chest.

“Shh, it’s going to be ok,” he murmured, rubbing her back.

“Sam, I’m so scared. He needs to be ok. I can’t lose him like this.”

“You won’t.”

His arms tightened around her, and she had the bizarre thought his hold was the only thinking keeping her from breaking into a thousand little pieces.

“You don’t know that.”

“Deeks is too stubborn to let a virus get him,” Sam murmured. “Soon, he’ll be talking your ear off like he never stopped.”

Kensi blinked against the tears welling up in her eyes, and clung to Sam.

***

Kensi walked the length of the hall, calculating each darker gray square as she passed over it. She’d been pacing for the better part of forty-five minutes, her mind drifting back to Deeks every few seconds.

Why hadn’t anyone updated her yet? Surely someone would have come for her if the worst happened. But no one had told her what was going on to begin with. She needed to see him again if—

Kensi caught herself off before she could complete the thought, speeding up so she reached the end of the hall in five seconds instead of twelve. Her stomach churned with anxiety and sick fear.

She hated the unknown.

“Miss Blye?”

Kensi spun around, hurrying over when she saw Dr. Morita approaching, Sam following behind him.

“How is he?” Kensi asked, bracing herself for the worst.

“Your husband had a seizure—”

“Oh my god,” she gasped, a wave of dizziness sweeping through her.

“I know that’s alarming news, but it lasted less than a minute and he’s responding normally to stimuli again. He’s stable and conscious,” the doctor assured her in a measured tone.

Kensi exhaled slowly, forcing the panic down again. She could deal with it later; when Deeks wasn’t in a hospital bed.

“Could it be the fever that caused the seizure? I heard that can happen sometimes.”

Dr. Morita nodded. “It’s a possibility. Usually that occurs with higher fever than your husband has. We’re going to run some additional tests to check for any unusual brain activity and determine exactly why he had this seizure. Though I have a good theory.”

“What?”

“Keeping in mind that, this isn’t for certain, based on his symptoms, we believe Mr. Deeks is experiencing an allergic reaction to the medication,” Dr. Morita told them.

“You’re kidding,” Sam mutttered. “Only Deeks.”

Kensi flashed him a look, not having the energy for anything approaching humor. She didn’t know if this made thing better or worse. “What makes you think it was the medication?”

“The seizure also occurred shortly after we increased his dose. Pair that with the fever, nausea, and a lowered oxygen rate, and it’s quite possible,” he explained.

“If it’s the medication, what are you going to do?” Kensi asked.

“Well, we’re holding his next dose until we have confirmation and if it is the cause of the seizure activity, we’ll look into other medication options.”

“Ok.” She had a thousand other questions, but had a feeling they wouldn’t lessen her worry. “You said he’s conscious?”

“Yes. You can go sit outside his room until we start the tests if you’d like,” Dr. Morita offered. “I think it will be good for both of you.

“Thank you,” Kensi said, grateful for the chance to see Deeks again. She’d feared she’d never had that chance just a few minutes ago.

***

A/N: Just taking liberties with medical information over here again. Though I do know people can have allergic or adverse reactions to just about anything.

[djkerr]

NCIS 20x15 Unusual Suspects + TGF 06x03 The End of Football

[benedettabeby]

This picture always makes me cackle,idk why hahahaha

[vassalor]

Adult! Karoline reaction toward CT's (capture targets) part 1

Leon

Chris

Jake

Piers

Karl

[liar-or-lawyer]

Could you make gifs of the scene from Season 6's Inelegant Heart where Hetty says 'She's a woman'?

[eepersjeepers]

“It's my 6 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳”

This was actually a couple days ago but I forgot to do the thing, I’d just like to thank everyone that follows me and all of my moots and friends on here for dealing with me and my madness, especially for 6 years. Y’all are the real troopers.

[tuttle-did-it]

Bryan Cranston (Breaking Bad, Malcolm in the Middle, Argo, X-Files, etc),

Faith Ford (Murphy Brown, We Have a Ghost),

David Huddleston (Blazing Saddles, The Big Lebowski, Star Trek TNG, The Wonder Years, Magnum PI, etc),

Clyde Kusatsu (character actor in dozens of things including M*A*S*H, NCIS, General Hospital, The Young and the Restless, Dollhouse, Samurai Jack, etc)

Bill Maher (Politically Incorrect, Real Time with Bill Maher, etc),

Ronny Graham (character actor and writer in dozens of things including M*A*S*H - also worked as a story consultant! and wrote several episodes!, Space Balls)

in 'Good-Bye Charlie' s6 e12 of Murder, She Wrote.

Episode aired Jan 7, 1990

[sailforvalinor]

"I'm tired of pretending!" "So am I!" GIRLL he is not referring to the status of your relationship ABORT ABORT

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DENSI x CHENFORD 😭💔 (parallel)

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DENSI x CHENFORD 💔

[densi-mber]

A Gesture of my Affection

A/N: You know I had to do it.

***

“Is this Martin Atticus Deeks?”

“Yes,” Deeks replied, instantly on alert at the sound of his full name over the phone. “Who is this?”

“I’m Charles Westhaven of Westhaven and Moore Financial,” the man explained. “I’m calling in reference to your account—”

“Sorry to interrupt you, but I don’t have any accounts with your company. I never have.”

“Well, unfortunately, our records show that you do. If you wish to close it out, you’ll have to come down to our office and fill out some forms.”

“All right, when can I come?” Deeks asked, hoping this wasn’t some plot that ended in him getting kidnapped.

***

Deeks arrived at the Westhaven and Moore Financial building Monday morning. He was ushered into an office almost immediately, by Charles Westhaven himself.

“I’m afraid I got you under slightly false pretenses,” he said once Deeks was seated in a deep cushioned chair.

“Oh here we go,” Deeks muttered. He glanced around for a possible weapon, eyeing the stapler and heavy ceramic paperweight on Westhaven’s Deeks.

“The account I mentioned is actually a trust in your name,” Westhaven continued, oblivious to Deeks’ plans. “Initiated by Anatoli Kirkin.”

“Excuse me?” Deeks said, startled out of his scheming. Anatoli Kirkin has been dead for more than two years.”

“Yes, I’m aware. A few years before he passed, Mr. Kirkin started the fund. He added to it regularly until his death, and it’s been accruing interest the entire time.”

“This is unbelievable.”

“Yes, it can be overwhelming to suddenly come into so much money,” Westhaven agreed, apparently mistaking the source of Deeks’ disbelief. “I understand you’re an attorney, but I do want to make certain you know the terms of this trust. Today we’ll sign the forms to make you the custodian of the trust. You may withdraw a specified amount each fiscal year and the rest is to remain until any and all of your children attend a higher institution.”

“Woah, woah, woah, back up a step,” Deeks said, holding up a hand. “So, not only did Kirkin set up a fund in my name, but he also included my children? I didn’t even have any kids when he passed.”

“Mr. Kirkin wanted any children you should have to be well-provided for. He thought you might have some difficulty accepting his other bequests, which is why he set up the account in this way.”

“Yeah, no. That makes perfect sense.”

Westhaven smiled sympathetically. “I know it’s a lot to take in. I’ll give you a few moments to consider everything while I retrieve the paperwork and the the safety deposit box Mr. Kirkin left in our care for you.”

“Of course there’s a safety deposit box,” Deeks sighed, rubbing his temples.

***

“So, what do we do with this?” Kensi asked, staring at the financial papers Deeks brought home from Westhaven and Moore.

Deeks, Kensi, and Rosa sat around the coffee table, discussing the latest development in the Anatoli Kirkin Saga.

“I have no idea.”

“I mean, this is technically dirty money, right?”

“Almost certainly,” Deeks confirmed. He shook his head, thinking back to the various shenanigans Kirkin had gotten into. “You know, I came to…like that odd little man, as disturbing and as obsessive as he could be, but damn if he isn’t still causing me problems from beyond the grave. Wasn’t leaving me his empire enough?”

“His empire?” Rosa repeated. “What does that mean?”

“After Kirkin died, he left Deeks all his criminal ventures. In the process, his employees abducted Deeks,” Kensi explained.

“Oh mi dios. And you liked this man?”

“It was more of a love-hate relationship. More love on Kirkin’s side.” Deeks cleared his throat. “It’s hard to explain.”

“Why don’t you open the box,” Kensi suggested, gesturing to the safety deposit box displayed in the very center of the table.

Deeks hadn’t dared open it in front of Westhaven after Kirkin’s past “gifts”. He eyes it dubiously, hesitating with the keys in one hand. Drawing in a deep breath, he grabbed the box, inserted both keys and gingerly lifted the lid.

Inside were several items, a thick envelope on the very top. Deeks took that out first, breaking the wax seal—even in death, Kirkin was over-the-top—and pulling out multiple sheets of thick paper.

“My Dear Marty,

I hope this letter finds you well. As always, your interests have been of the most importance to me. You may not agree with some of my methods, such as when I attempted to rescue you on the morning of your wedding (an act fully borne of love).

“Oh good lord,” Deeks groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose and then ruffling his hair. “If Kirkin actually pops out at some point, I’m leaving.”

“He tried to stop your wedding,” Rosa said, turning to Deeks with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes,” Kensi confirmed wryly. “He held a lot of affection for Deeks. It all started in a bathhouse.”

“Moving on!” Deeks said, clearing his throat again to drown out any details Kensi might slip.

He skimmed over the parts of the letter detailing Kirkin’s fond memories of said bathhouse and other moments Deeks would rather forget.

“As an extension, I wish to provide for your family in some way. Your lovely Kensi and any future children that may bless your home.

Please accept these resources as a token of my affection.

Anatoli Kirkin”

P.S. I have also included a few more keepsakes.

“Whelp, that tracks,” Deeks commented, folding the letter back up and jamming it back into the envelope.

“Oh, I bet I know what at least one of these is,” Kensi said with far too much glee for Deeks’ liking.

“Ok, calm down.” He paused to give her a look, and she pressed her lips together, adopting a suitably abashed expression. Satisfied, he turned his attention to the box again and started sifting through the remaining contents.

The next packet contained five medals emblazoned with the patron saint of children. “I guess Kirkin assumed we’d have a big family.” He handed one to Rosa, who accepted it with a smile.

“That’s sweet. What else is there.”

“Uh, some jewelry, a lifetime subscription to a bathhouse—lovely, and—damn it,” he grumbled, trying to conceal the final item, but Kensi was too fast. She snatched it out of his hand, grinning at the small framed painting.

“Oh my god, yes! This is perfect,” she said.

As far as Kirkin portraits went it was fairly benign and in good taste. Starting at mid-shoulder, the image of Deeks looked head-on, head slightly cocked, and a content smile playing at his lips.

“Is that a picture of you, Marty?” Rosa leaned forward to get a better look.

“Yes, yes it is, Rosa.”

“It’s actually very good. I wonder who drew it.”

“We don’t need to delve into that at all.” Deeks shook his head firmly, futilely trying to take it from Kensi.

“Wait, I think I see a tiny A and K,” Rosa continued. She looked at Deeks with a curious expression, one brow raised. “So this man drew a portrait of you?”

“Oh, it wouldn’t be the first time,” Kensi said in the undertone. She gave Deeks a sly look, raising an eyebrow. “At least this one is suitable for mixed company.”

“I think I need to hear this bathhouse story,” Rosa decided.

“Someone shoot me, please,” Deeks begged. “And don’t even think of adding that to your collection,” he added to Kensi, who hastily slipped the portrait out of her pocket.

***

A/N: As always, rest in peace to Kirkin and Ravil Isyanov who portrayed him.

This story contains elements of canon as well as references to details created for other stories of mine.