#NCIS 6

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"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

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THESE PARALLELS 🥺❤️‍🩹 (parallel)

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DENSI x CHENFORD 🥺❤️

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

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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]

Blunt Force, Part 6

***

Deeks was released late in the afternoon the next day. Between last minute checks, paperwork, and finding someone to take him down to the lobby, he had a headache that had nothing to do with his concussion. Even so, he was beyond grateful to be going home.

Kensi had shown him pictures of his apartment, which was not the same dinky place he remembered. Thank god. That place had been truly awful, but the only thing he could afford a couple years out of law school and on a new public defender’s salary.

“You ready to go?” Kensi asked, coming back in his room with her phone in one hand. “Hetty’s letting me take the day.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Deeks told her immediately, even though the thought of going to an apartment he couldn’t remember setting foot in all by himself terrified him more than he wanted to admit.

“Deeks, I’m not leaving you all alone for your first day out of the hospital,” she said in an exasperated tone, echoing his thoughts. She had an uncanny ability to do that; he didn’t know if it solely came from working together so closely or something more.

He exhaled softly. “Thank you.”

A few minutes later, he’d been wheeled out into the parking lot and safely loaded up into Kensi’s SUV. As Kensi carefully pulled out onto the road, he had the strangest sense of deja vu. He had no specific memory, just feeling that he’d been in this seat before, leaving a hospital with Kensi.

He didn’t say anything, not wanting to give Kensi false hope. Or himself.

Silence settled around them, but it wasn’t awkward. Deeks looked out the window, watching houses and trees pass by until the blur started to make him dizzy. Then he closed his eyes, and within minutes, the motion of the car lulled him to sleep.

***

Deeks jerked awake to Kensi gently shaking his shoulder.

“Ugh, sorry,” he muttered, blinking rapidly.

“You don’t have to apologize for falling asleep. You looked so comfortable there, I feel bad about waking you up,” she said, standing by while he slid out of the passenger seat.

He walked up to the apartment Kensi had shown him, conscious of her at his shoulder. He found the keys Sam Hanna gave him and unlocked the door, hesitating momentarily before he crossed the threshold.

It opened up into a living room area, furnished with a couch, television, and a good amount of pictures and other decorative pieces. He recognized one of the surfboards on the wall and his old guitar. So some things hadn’t changed completely. There were a couple pieces, like the gigantic light up arrow, he questioned.

“Do I still surf much?” he asked, wandering over to run his fingers over the waxy surface.

“Whenever you can. I know you want to more, but we work a lot of weekends,” Kensi answered.

“I guess not much has changed then. I get up, used to get up, before the sun to surf on days I had back-to-back cases.” He turned to a skateboard also standing upright against the wall near the door.

“You’ve taken me with a few times. We even went undercover as surfers once.”

Twisting his head to look at Kensi, he saw her standing behind him with her fingers tightly intertwined, face carefully blank.

“Really. Are you any good?”

“I’m not bad,” she said, holding his gaze for all of five seconds before she sighed in exasperation. “Damn, I can’t lie to the guy with amnesia. I’m not you. There, does that make you happy?”

“A little,” he said. Abandoning his explorations, he sat on the couch. Embarrassingly, just standing for a few minutes had sapped his energy.

“Can I make you something to eat? I can’t really cook, but I could heat up soup or make a sandwich,” Kensi said.

“I’m not really hungry.”

She smiled faintly. “Normally, you’d make some joke about how I think pop tarts are a gourmet meal.”

“Do you think that’s a gourmet meal?” he asked, gratified when her smile widened. He liked making her laugh and smile a little bit too much.

“No! But they’re good,” she protested, the immediacy of her response making him think this had been a common line of conversation between them. She sat down on the other side of the couch, seeming more comfortable in the face of their “argument”.

Resting his cheek on his fist, he regarded her with interest.

“Ok, what else classifies as edible on Kensi Blye’s list?” he wondered. She’d shared so much about him, but relatively about herself.

“Don’t laugh.” She gave him a severe look, to which he held up his hands, then she said, “Twinkies.”

“I’m sensing a pattern here. Is that why there were candy wrappers all over the floor of your car?”

“There were not!”

“I saw a Snickers and a Twix one right under the floor mat.”

“Oh my god, even with amnesia you’re obnoxious,” she groaned, crossing over the midpoint of the couch so she could gently elbow him. Despite her groans and protests, he got the distinct feeling she was enjoying herself.

“That’s not a no,” he pointed out. Tossing her head back, she gave in.

“Fine. Yes, I love junk food and I am a huge slob. I don’t fold clothes, I hate washing dishes, and if you didn’t keep up on it, the entire SUV would be covered in take out containers.”

This was the most animated he’d seen her in the last three days. It was fascinating. He relaxed into the couch cushions, Kensi’s arm brushing against his.

“Sounds like my college roommate.” He shifted again, trying to find a comfortable position. “So, you told me we met on a shared case. What was it about? Did we interact much?”

Kensi chuckled at that, and he had the sense she’d thought of some inside joke. “We met on a case where we were both undercover, only neither of us realized it at first.”

“Ooh, that sounds like fun.”

“Not exactly. You were undercover at an MMA gym, and had been for quite a while by the time we came into the picture,” Kensi explained, shaking her head with mild amusement. “We clocked each other right away. Well, I thought you were sketchy and you didn’t believe I was our victim’s girlfriend.” She paused to catch his eye. “I’ve never had anyone call me out that quickly. And I’ve also never admitted that to anyone, including you,” she admitted.

Deeks sensed the importance of that revelation and decided not to tease about it. Maybe he would have under normal circumstance, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“Anyway, then Sam went in as a very experienced fighter. Since the gym had a heavy military background, they welcomed him in right away and offered the position you’d been working for right away. You ended up fighting it out for the spot,” Kensi continued.

“Seriously? I fought the guy who came here yesterday. The Mr. T wannabe?” Deeks demanded, vaguely amazed and horrified. Kensi snorted, pressing her lips together.

“I wouldn’t suggest calling Sam that to his face.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t seem wise. How did I not die?”

“You actually held your own pretty well for being in a completely different weight group than Sam. Not to mention, you were a lot leaner back then.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“You know what I mean.” She knocked his shoulder with the back of her hand, leaving it there. “We’ve been through a lot together,” she murmured, wiping her knuckles over her cheek, though not fast enough to stop a tear from escaping.

“Hey, it’s ok,” Deeks told her, automatically reaching to comfort her.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized in a slightly nasally voice. “You shouldn’t have to worry about me.”

“I don’t mind.” Taking care of other people came naturally to him.

“I just—” Inhaling deeply, she held it for several seconds, and when she exhaled again, seemed to have more control. “I shouldn’t be telling you this, and I’m not blaming you at all, but it feels like I’ve lost you.”

Not sure what to say, Deeks lifted his free arm in invitation. Kensi buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. As he held her, slowly running his hand over her upper back, he felt a surge of protectiveness and affection.

“I may not remember meeting you the first time, or anything that happened after, but I’d like to get to know you again,” he said after a few minutes.

Kensi lifted her head, her eyes heartbreakingly hopeful. “Really?”

“Absolutely.”

Her eyes dropped to his lips then before drifting back up to meet his. She didn’t try to conceal the longing. Drifting closer, Deeks waited for Kensi to move back, to object, to do anything to indicate she didn’t want this. When she stayed, lips slightly parted and eyes still wide, he closed that last inch between them, kissing her.

Her lips were soft and slightly hesitant on his for a second. She tentatively deepened the kiss, cupping the back of his head in a way that felt both felt both strangely familiar and completely new. Electric.

Their lips parted and Kensi pulled away from him slowly.

“We don’t do this, do we?” he asked softly.

“No, but we wanted to,” Kensi answered. “At least I did.”

Deeks didn’t know what to do with that. Before he could even think of a response, Kensi scrambled up from the sofa. He missed her warmth and touch as soon as she was out of reach.

“I better go. You need rest.”

“We should talk about what just happened.” He started to get up but Kensi waved him back down, almost frantically. “No, don’t get up. I—call if you need anything.”

She was out the door with an impressive amount of speed, leaving Deeks to blink in confusion.

“What the hell just happened?” he muttered to himself.

***

A/N: So, that was dramatic. As much as she might want to, Kensi still can’t let herself take that leap just yet.

[djkerr]

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

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This picture always makes me cackle,idk why hahahaha

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

Leon

Chris

Jake

Piers

Karl

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

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“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.

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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

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DENSI x CHENFORD 😭💔 (parallel)

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DENSI x CHENFORD 💔

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‘NCIS’ Actor Arrested for Allegedly Storming Capitol on Jan. 6

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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.