#deeks and kensi

[renegadesstuff]

TV SHOWS' (SHIP) WEDDINGS 🤍

NCIS LOS ANGELES (2009 - 2023)

KENSI BLYE & MARTY DEEKS (DENSI)

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DENSI x CHENFORD 🥺❤️

[liar-or-lawyer]

[heavenlyvixen]

I am an unapologetic shipper. I have shipped both fictional and real life couples. I have always done so with respect, kindness and good intentions.

There are a lot of people who would like to, and attempt to, make you feel bad for shipping. Don’t!!! If you’re a shipper, you’re probably just like me - you love seeing people happy and in love. And baby, there is nothing wrong with that.

However, if it’s real people, I don’t discuss them publicly. So, if you want to talk about ships with me, send me a DM. I can talk forever about the people I love.

With all the negativity in the world - all the hate - I think we all should be embracing love a little more.

Yes, this is a response to seeing people on twitter say we shouldn’t ship people. Virtue signalling at its best.

[anonkp]

Love seeing the stirring of protectiveness in Kensi. A really nice moment.

A/N: Takes place after “Borderline”, but before “Personal”.

***

Half Truths

It’s the end of the day, Deeks is finishing up something on his laptop. Every week, he has to turn in extra paperwork to LAPD—Kensi does not envy him that—which means he’ll probably be there later than everyone else.

Callen and Sam left 20 minutes ago, and Hetty had drifted off with a cryptic reference to some celebrity, leaving Kensi to search for busy work to occupy the time. Normally she’d be gone by now too, but she’s trying to be a better partner. Plus, something Deeks said the other day has been nagging at her.

“You don’t have to keep me company.” Deeks comment in the otherwise silent bullpen makes Kensi jump just as she’s contemplating attacking the mess of…stuff covering the surface of her desk.

“Oh please, get over yourself. I was not waiting for you,” Kensi retorts automatically, because that’s the status quo they established, and she doesn’t feel comfortable admitting that she just might care about him just the tiniest bit.

“Uh-huh. You just organized your entire inbox and color coded your pens. You’re hanging around for something,” Deeks points out, because of course he’d noticed. He’s way too observant for his own good.

“Fine. I just have been thinking about something you said when we we were in the desert.”

“If this is about my bodily functions—”

“No,” she cuts him off before she lets him derail her. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she clears her throat. “You said your dad hates you and that…that he aimed a shot gun at you.” Her voice softens at the end. Like saying it too loudly will make it real.

Deeks stops, head tipped downward so his hair falls over his forehead, concealing his eyes. He’s still in a way he only ever is when he’s completely serious.

“I did.”

“How much of it was true?” She hopes it’s a case of him embellishing, as he tends to do. Yet, he’d been so nonchalant, lacking any of the grandiose behavior she’s grown used to when he’s crafting a story. Besides, as far as Kensi can tell, there was no reason for him to lie.

“Parts of it,” he replies finally, closing the lid of his laptop.

“Which parts,” she can’t help asking.

“Eh, you haven’t unlocked that level of the Marty Deeks story yet, I’m afraid,” he jokes. She hears the request to end the subject, loud and clear. “C’mon, let’s get out here before the Chinese place closes.”

Kensi follows him out, letting him fill the air with chatter about the last time he went surfing. She nods along appropriately, but her minds is still elsewhere.

Though she doubts he’ll ever confirm it, she certain at least one of the truths he’d told involved his dad aiming a weapon at him. It makes her shudder, makes her rethink the man she so often teases, makes her feel an unexpected wave of protection for him.

Jogging a couple steps to catch up, she falls into line with Deeks.

***

A/N: Since Deeks’ first mention of the shotgun incident contradicts what we find out later, I’ve always thought that it was Deeks’ way of telling a part of his past, without revealing the full truth. Likely because he’d be worried about Kensi’s response to his age and actions.

[lihiominaa]

NCIS: Los Angeles 06.16. Expiration Date

[keenmoonus]

"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

[stardustinthesky]

KENSI BLYE & MARTY DEEKS NCIS: LOS ANGELES l GREED

[mauraeyk]

KENSI BLYE AND MARTY DEEKS NCIS Los Angeles | 14.21 “New Beginnings, Part 2“

[thesedarkcafedays]

Moments that didn't fit in here.

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kensi blye and marty deeks in 8.15

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The hug 🥺❤️‍🩹

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DENSI x CHENFORD 😍

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[gunpowderxsunshine]

Chenford and Densi | parallel

Tim and Deeks being supportive of Lucy and Kensi

[ejzah]

A/N: Suggested by @mashmaiden after we rewatched “Spiral” tonight. A little Densi post-ep.

***

“Ow,” Kensi moaned, limping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest. She’d felt decent when she left the office, but after the drive back, her muscles had seized up and her ribs ached from the direct hits by their armed man. Dropping the towel, she found one of Deeks’ old t-shirts, and pulled it on, only lifting her arms as high as absolutely necessary. It was amazing how quickly she’d fallen into the cliché, but his clothes were so comfortable.

“Deeks!” she called out. He was somewhere around the apartment, likely cleaning up after her. She felt a twinge of guilt after their tense and physical day. He’d gotten clocked pretty good too, and looked equally stiff when they got home.

“Yeah?” he called back from another room.

“Can you get me a bag of ice and ibuprofen?”

“Sure. Anything else?”

“Ice cream?”

Deeks’ muffled laughter made her smile as she shuffled around the room and grabbed her phone off the dresser, kicking a spare pair of pants out of her way on the way to bed. With a combined groan and sigh of relief, she crawled under the covers.

“Just as my Ladybird requested,” Deeks announced a few minutes later, walking in with a glass of water and white bottle in one hand and a bag full of ice balanced on top of a tub of vanilla ice cream.

As he set it all on the table, the bedside lamp played directly over him.

“Oh my god, Deeks,” she gasped, sitting up and tossing her phone to the side.

“What? Is it your ribs? Do we need to go to the hospital?” he asked in quick succession, already reaching for her in concern.

“No, your face.” Carefully, she took his chin between her forefinger and thumb and turned it towards the light. When they’d gotten home his cheek and around his had looked slightly bruised and irritated. Now, the entire socket had bloomed into a deep blackish-purple and below that, his cheek and jaw were clearly swollen.

“Oh yeah,” he said, touching under his eye with a wince. “I guess it took a little while to set in. I figure I’m pretty lucky though since that guy could have given Sam a run for his money.”

“Baby, that looks awful. Come on get in bed,” she encouraged him, z patting the side that had become his in the last few weeks.

“Kens, I’m fine.”

“Stop it. You brought me all this.” She gestured to the pills and bucket of ice cream. “Let me take care of you too.”

After a few moments of hesitation, Deeks stripped off his jeans, leaving him in boxers and the shirt he’d worn all day, and slid in beside her. Turning onto her side, Kensi gently ran her fingers over his skin, barely making contact.

She reached behind her without taking her eyes off him, and grabbed the sweating bag of ice, pressing it to his cheek. He inhaled deeply, staring back at her with a soft, vulnerable gleam in his eyes.

“I’m glad we didn’t die today,” he murmured.

“Me too,” she whispered back. Leaning down, she kissed him softly, wrapping her free hand around the back of his head. Deeks curled his arm around her, tucking her into his chest, and she closed her eyes, sighing in relief.