#NCIS 8

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NCIS: Los Angeles - Season 8 Episode 20 - From Havana with Love - Lou scenes Part 2

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The three musketeers back together on screen for the first time since 2013 🥲 I can't believe it

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DENSI x CHENFORD 🏡🤍

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M'kay so I'm watching NCIS Enemy Combatants...

And your gonna tell me Nick didn't have a crush on Ellie from the first episode of him showing up in Rogue?!?

And was that jealousy when Reeves was praising her?!? (After he told her brothers that she wasn't his "type," and that she could have possibly be dating Reeves.)

Yeah. Okay, Nick. Lie through your teeth.

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THOSE PARKING LOT ARE CURSED 🥺😩

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A/N: A little Deeks angst for you. Set early season 8.

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The Bucket’s Full

Deeks hurried into the mission, a cup of cold, leftover coffee from last night clutched in one hand, his phone in the other as he forwarded some of Kensi’s latest medical paperwork to the VA. If he thought about it too hard, the sheer cost of Kensi’s treatment made him nauseous, so now he quickly reviewed the listed services and amounts and then sent them on.

This morning’s visit had not gone particularly well; while the doctor’s reassured them both that Kensi was making progress and actually improving more quickly than anticipated, she struggled with everything she still couldn’t do.

It had all started out well enough with Deeks managing to sneak in early enough to surprise Kensi when she woke up. Their good morning kiss had quickly devolved into full-on making out, and for a few minutes, they tuned out everything but each other. Until a nursing assistant arrived to announce Kensi needed to change for her first therapy appointment of the day.

Kensi had insisted on dressing as much as she could on her own. Deeks could only standby, watching her get more and more frustrated between the lack of mobility in her left hand an minimal sensation in her right. It was somewhere around her twentieth attempt to pull on a sock on that she growled and swiped her arm across her nearby tray, breaking into angry tears.

At least she’d let him comfort her this time, but he’d gotten the text from Nell about an active case before Kensi fully settled down.

It sucked on so many levels.

Tossing his bag on his desk chair, he drank the rest of his stale coffee, and sat down, letting out an exhausted sigh. He just wanted to sleep, though he never could once he actually got in bed.

“Deeks, glad you’re here,” Callen said, jogging down the stairs with Sam at his side.

Deeks rubbed his palms over his eyes, blinking back the gritty feeling. “Morning to you too.”

As they joined him in the bullpen, Sam squeezed Deeks’ shoulder before taking his own seat.

“We need you to call LAPD and get them to send a couple units over to parole near our crime scene.”

“Wait, what crime scene?” Deeks asked, holding up a hand. “You know LAPD isn’t just going to lend us resources without details.”

“Well, maybe if you weren’t late, you’d know about our case,” Callen pointed out. Normally, Deeks would have ignored the gentle ribbing. Today though, he didn’t have the patience for it and snapped back.

“I was with Kensi. Honestly, you’re lucky I’m here at all.”

“I take it it was a rough morning,” Sam guessed.

“Oh no, life on the rehabilitation unit is delightful for a 32 year old woman recovering from significant spinal injuries.”

“Ok,” Callen said slowly.

Even with his hand currently covering his face, Deeks knew Callen was sharing one of those annoying looks that questioned his mental stability.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I’m running on approximately three hours of sleep and two day old coffee, so I’m not exactly my usual cheerful self.”

“We understand,” Sam told him, speaking for both himself and Callen. “Why don’t you take half an hour, get yourself together, and Nell will fill you in after that.”

“What about LAPD?” The thought of lying down for a few minutes sounded blissful, but he couldn’t exactly shirk his responsibilities.

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Thanks, man.”

As Deeks slowly got up, Sam rested his hand on the back of Deeks’ neck, his touch solid and comforting. It made him feel dangerously close to tears himself.

“It’s going to be ok,” Sam said, emphasizing the words with a squeeze. Deeks managed a faint quirk of his lips before shrugging out from under Sam’s hand, and shuffling towards the hall.

He probably wouldn’t end up sleeping at all, but the chance for a few minutes without any responsibility sounded wonderful.

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Listen,we know Ziva loves him but here he's talking about movies(season 8,episode 21 minute 32:09). It's a thing that annoys her,right? right

THEN WHY THAT LOOK ZIVA?

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Heyy sooo I’m back it’s been awhile! I’m thinking about writing again and republishing my stories in Wattpad as well as here, but I’m not sure how many people will read them anymore since it’s been awhile. Let me know if you’re interested and if you have any requests. Happy to write about…and more….

- Sarah Paulson / characters

- Cate Blanchett / characters

- Sandra Bullock / characters

- Abby Scuito NCIS

- Abigail Borin NCIS

- Mariska Hargitay / Olivia Benson

- Amanda Rollins

- Casey Novak

- Alex Cabot

Wattpad Account - holytrinitysophie

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They are just the most insufferable ever (with love)

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In honor of a special someone returning to Pearl TOMORROW, we give you Aloha or No-Ha... #KACY style. 🚩 #NCISHawaii — NCIS: Hawai'i (@NCISHawaiiCBS) February 26, 2023

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It’s Not Just Words on a Paper

Set while Kensi is still in a coma in season 8.

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“Marty?”

Deeks jerked awake, a frequent occurrence since the helicopter crash. His hypervigilant response had returned with a vengeance. He blinked rapidly, finding Julia standing over him. He blinked again, and rubbed his hands over his face, trying to get his bearings.

“Julia. Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” he said, guiltily glancing at Kensi.

Julia gently laid a hand over his shoulder. “There’s no need to apologize for resting,” she insisted softly. She looked him over slowly, her eyes traveling past him to the small bedside table, covered with the remnants of a hastily grabbed dinner, drinks, and the books he brought to read to Kensi. “How long have you been here?”

“Uh, just since I got off work. The case wrapped up earlier than expected, and Sam and Callen are picking up some of the paperwork for me,” he explained.

“And you were here this morning before work again.” It wasn’t a question, and Deeks shrugged in response.

He was by Kensi’s side every moment possible; if it weren’t for work, he’d spend all day with her.

“Honey, you need to take care of yourself too,” Julia continued, with what Deeks belatedly realized was concern. “When was the last time you showered or slept or ate at home? It can’t be good for you to sleep sitting up every night or live off of the closest take out.”

“It doesn’t do any good,” Deeks responded, pausing to rub his hands over his face in a futile attempt to force down the nearly constant exhaustion that plagued him. “I can’t sleep when when I go home. Besides, I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

He glanced back at Kensi, automatically checking for any signs, good or bad. When he turned to Julia again, her lips were pressed tightly together, her resemblance to Kensi so similar it almost hurt.

“Kensi was so lucky the day she met you,” Julia whispered, her voice going hoarse as her eye filled with tears. She cupped his cheek, and Deeks felt his own throat tighten.

“I don’t know about that,” he managed. He wanted to go for a joke to gain some level of control over his quickly spiraling emotions, but he didn’t have the energy.

“She is. Look at everything you do for her. You’re here, by her side every single day, talking and reading to her, trying everything the doctors suggest. Not everyone would do that.”

“Well, I promised in sickness and health,” Deeks answered with a bitter laugh. “Doesn’t matter how bad it gets. I’m not going anywhere.”

Julia let out a quiet sob, and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. “Thank you. Thank you for loving my little girl so much, and taking care of her,” she whispered.

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Ahh, real quick Seven Sentence Sunday tag game response from my upcoming Tiva Paris fic! Thanks for tagging me, @indestinatus !!

“Tony, you have never kissed me on the Eiffel Tower,” she countered irritably.

“I haven’t? Well, we should go fix that,” he said, pretending to get to his feet to leave.

Tali rolled her eyes. “Daaaad.”

He sat back down. “Alright, another time,” he acquiesced. “To be fair, what happened in Paris has always been a bit of a secret between your mom and I."

Anyone who wants to participate, consider yourself tagged! Share seven sentences from one of your WIPs!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: NCIS: Los Angeles Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harris Keane & Hetty Lange Characters: Hetty Lange, Harris Keane Additional Tags: Whumptober 2024, 9x23, 9x24, 10x01, Team as Family, Angst, Emotional Hurt, Set Up For Failure, Partner Betrayal, holding back tears, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Season/Series 10 Speculation, Yeah this is a lot of whump Summary:

A very deep and whumpy look into what the Season 9 finale and Season 10 premiere must have been like for Hetty.

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CHENFORD x DENSI ❤️

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Underappreciated Tiva moment from 8x03:

Ziva knowing her h̶u̶s̶b̶a̶n̶d̶  coworker is sad about Gibbs being chosen over him for Ncis brouchure, so she tries to cheer him up by pointing to the little piece of his shoulder in the photo.

Pls look at her checking his mood and being all like “No no no sad Tony under my watch! Don’t worry my love I’ll fix this up”

Looking out for his reaction before pointing it PLSSSS

Ziva your wife side is showing 

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