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Christmas Cheer

A/N: Happy first day of December and Densi-mber!

This story takes place in the last couple years. For today’s prompt: Densi buying a Christmas tree.

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“How about this one?” Deeks asked, reaching in between the fragrant branches of a large spruce tree and grasping the trunk.

“I liked the last one better,” Kensi commented, craning her neck to see the very top of Deeks’ pick.

“But the top branch was crooked.”

“I know. I like things with imperfections.” Kensi slanted a mischievous glance his way and turned to look at another tree that was less massive and almost perfectly straight.

“You should get the big tree,” a soft voice said from behind them. Kensi glanced around until she saw a little boy with dark brown skin peering at them from between two trees.

“You think so?” Deeks asked, turning to face him. The little boy nodded, eyes wide.

“It’s the best one here,” he said, lowering his voice as though someone else might hear and decide to snatch the tree up. Deeks grinned and sank into a crouch.

“I agree, but my wife likes Charlie Brown trees.” He bobbed his head to the side in Kensi’s direction.

“Hey, I saw that movie!” The boy said excitedly, squeezing between the trees. “Do you know Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer?”

“I do.” Deeks stood again with a groan, brushing off his knees as the little boy came to stand between them. “My name’s Marty, by the way,” he added. “This is Kensi.”

“Hi! My name is Bobby. I’m five years old.” He proudly showed them five fingers.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Deeks offered him his hand to shake, which seemed to delight Bobby even more. His hand looked ridiculously small engulfed in Deeks’.

He turned to Kensi, his chin tucked down by his chest, and shook her hand without looking at her.

“You’re really pretty,” he said shyly. Kensi grinned, completely charmed.

“Thank you,” she said and he ducked his head again.

“But not as pretty as my mom. She’s the prettiest.”

“Did your mom come with you?” Deeks asked, managing to make the question sound casual. “You look pretty strong, but I’m not sure you can carry this tree without a little help.”

“You’re silly. I came with my mom,” he said with another giggle. Kensi noticed that one of his bottom teeth was missing.

“Do you know where she is?” Kensi asked, crouching a little and Bobby nodded.

“Uh-huh. She’s over there, looking at the little trees. I wanted to get a big tree, but she said they’re too espensive.” He pointed to a section of trees that were decidedly less impressive.

Kensi felt her heart clench as his smile faded a little bit.

“Hey, you can still put presents under a small tree,” Deeks pointed out and Bobby’s grinned returned in full force.

“Santa’s gonna bring me a Spider-Man bike this year!” he exclaimed excitedly. “I guess if it’s too big to go under the tree, he can put it next to the tree.”

“That sounds amazing and I’m super jealous.” Kensi rolled her eyes as they started debating who was the best Avenger.

“We should probably go find your mom before she starts to worry,” Kensi interrupted after a couple minutes.

“I guess...” Bobby sounded a little disappointed, but didn’t resist when Deeks put a guiding hand on his shoulder. They started to walk towards the spot Bobby had indicated.

“Ooh, I think I dropped my phone somewhere,” Deeks said suddenly, patting down his pockets. “I’ll be right back.” Kensi eyed him suspiciously as he turned around and went in the completely opposite direction.

“C’mon, Bobby. I’m sure De-Marty will be back in a minute.”

They found his mother, a woman who looked maybe in her late 20’s, looking a little harried and worried as she craned her head around two medium sized trees. She caught sight of them and ran over, her expression turning to one of relief mixed with exasperation.

“Bobby, I told you to stay close by,” she said, grabbing his shoulders and giving him a quick once over.

“Mommy, this is Kensi! She’s married to a guy with hair like the guy who sings about country roads. And he likes big trees too!” Bobby told her excitedly before Kensi could explain the situation.

“He was just giving me and my husband some of his expert Christmas tree advice,” Kensi clarified.

“Well, thank you for bringing him back.” She hugged Bobby against her side, bending to press a kiss to his head. “What would I do without you? I hope he wasn’t any trouble.”

“Oh no, he was perfectly charming.” Kensi smiled at Bobby, who was fiddling with his mom’s jacket now.

“He’s definitely that,” she agreed with a slightly exasperated smile.

“Ma’am, we have your tree ready,” one of the farm employees interrupted, directing his statement to Bobby’s mother. He pointed several feet away where another employee was carrying a mesh wrapped tree.

“Hey, I think that’s my tree, mommy!” Bobby shouted excitedly.

“No, Bobby, it’s not ours,” she said, resting a restraining hand on his shoulder. She turned to the employee “I think you made a mistake. I didn’t buy a tree yet.”

“No, someone else bought it for you.”

“Who?”

“They want to remain anonymous, but said they saw you checking out that tree and figured it was in the spirit of things to make someone’s Christmas brighter.” He shrugged. Bobby grew steadily more excited and in a few minutes managed to convince his mother than the tree was indeed theirs.

Glancing around, Kensi saw Deeks emerge from the store at the center of the tree farm, two foam cups balanced in one hand as he slipped his wallet back into his pocket. Kensi narrowed her eyes, walking over to him with her arms crossed.

He grinned and offered her a cup.

“Hot chocolate?” She took it, but didn’t take a sip.

“That was a pretty slick move, Mr. Deeks,” she commented. Deeks took a healthy gulp and scrunched his nose.

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” he said lightly, looking over at Bobby. He was practically jumping up and down in excitement while two men helped strap the tree to his mom’s car.

“You made that little boy’s day. Possibly his entire Christmas.” Deeks sighed, seeming oddly embarrassed.

“It wasn’t much,” he said with a shrug. “I’ve been that kid, you know? I hated the way it made me feel when we couldn’t afford something. And I know it killed my mom. Now Bobby’s mom doesn’t have to choose between making her son happy and paying the bills. And Santa has somewhere to put that Spiderman bike.”

Kensi wrapped her arms around him, careful not to spill hot chocolate down his back, and leaned up to kiss his lips. Not caring that there were dozens of people surrounding them, she gently cupped his cheek.

“You are such a good man, Marty Deeks,” she told him, overwhelmed with love and affection. He bobbed his head.

“Sometimes.”

“Always.” She shifted back and looped her arm through his. “Now let’s go find you the second biggest tree this place has.”

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed the story!

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: NCIS: Los Angeles Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kensi Blye/Marty Deeks Characters: Kensi Blye, Marty Deeks Additional Tags: tumblr: Densi-mber Summary:

Collection of One Shots for Densi-mber 4.0 from Tumblr.

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Deck the Bar with Boughs of Holly

A/N: This fic is for today’s prompt: Decorating the bar. Features a somewhat unenthusiastic Callen.

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“No, move it to the left!” Deeks shouted through a face full of pine needles. “My left!” Kensi made a frustrated sound and gave her end of the Christmas tree a shove. Deeks narrowly avoided falling by bracing himself against the banister and managed to move up another step to the bar’s second floor.

“Deeks, just move,” she said.

“Now you’re running me into the wall. Oh, this is not how I intended to die.” He didn’t need to see Kensi to know she was rolling her eyes.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Callen asked, appearing at the top of the stairs. Deeks shifted his end of the tree to look over his shoulder and grinned.

“Hey! We’re decorating for Christmas. Yeah, you uh, somehow missed the first couple years,” Deeks told him.

“That was by design,” Callen commented, watching with his arms crossed as they finally got the tree safely on the floor and upright.

“That’s because you’re smart,” Kensi said, making a face as she tried to wipe some sap off her sweater. It left a sticky white mark on the dark material.

“Oh come on, you know you’ll love it,” Deeks coaxed as he manhandled the tree into its metal stand. Maybe Kensi has been right when she said it was a little on the large size.

“I’m pretty sure I won’t.”

“Yeah well, it’s too late now.” Kensi blocked the stairs, crossing her arms. “You should have left when you had the chance.” Chuckling, Callen apparently accepted his fate and grabbed hold of the tree’s trunk, rescuing Deeks from being crushed to death.

“Does that look straight to you?” Deeks asked for the fifth time several minutes later. He popped his head out from under the tree, his hair sprinkled with pine needles and shirt scrunched up from scooting around on the floor.

“Yes,” Callen and Kensi said together.

“Kens, you’re not even looking.” She nodded, continuing to root through a box of decorations.

“That’s because it looked fine the first time and no matter what I say, you’re going to keep messing with it.”

“It was crooked,” he defended himself, looking to Callen for support.

“I’m siding with Kensi. It’s fine,” Callen said unapologetically. Sighing, Deeks rolled out from under the tree, getting to his knees with a groan. Kensi reached over to help him stand, a snow globe in one hand and roll of garland draped around her neck.

“Ok, but if the star isn’t straight, I’m blaming you two.”

“Surprisingly, I’m completely ok with that.”

“You guys just do not have the Christmas spirit,” Deeks said, shaking his head, but didn’t protest anymore. Honestly, though he would never, ever tell Kensi, he did not feel like getting back down on the ground.

He tilted his head as he gazed up at the tree. The top branch almost scarped the ceiling; it was a good thing they decided to use this one at the bar instead of at home.

“So is that it?” Callen asked, sounding mildly hopeful. Though Deeks noticed that he wasn’t exactly running away.

“Oh, I love your naivety, Grisha Callen.” He tossed a ball of sparkly garland at him, which Callen easily dodged. “We’ve only just begun.”

“And unfortunately, he’s not joking,” Kensi commented, although she was smiling so Deeks figured she wasn’t too miserable either.

“You can help Kensi string lights on the tree,” Deeks delegated, starting back downstairs. He paused on the second step and added, “And, uh, you can tell which ones Kensi put away last year because they’re nice, neat, completely impossible to untangle, balls.”

“That was one time,” Kensi protested loudly.

“Then why do I keep finding new ones every year?” Deeks asked and Kensi gave him a dark glare. Callen chuckled under his breath, busy rooting through a box.

“Oh Kens, this could be considered criminal,” he said, holding up a wad of lights-there was no other word for it. Kensi turned her glare on him.

“It’s not that bad. Look, you just have to know how to untangle it.”

“Yeah, Deeks gave me one of these travesties a couple years ago. I had to cut it apart.”

Deeks silently left, grinning as he heard them continue to bicker all the way to the main floor. Hopefully no one would get hurt in his absence. He returned several minutes later to find them starting on a second strand.

They didn’t notice him watching and he stood back for a couple minutes. Kensi was in charge of the wrapping while Callen held the strand for her, following her around the tree. Deeks noticed several discarded tangles of lights put to the side.

“Hey, that looks great!” Kensi turned towards him, smiling in a way that sent a warm feeling into the pit of his stomach.

“It turns out that Christmas decorating isn’t quite as awful as I thought it would be,” Callen said.

“So you’ve really never decorated before?” Deeks asked. They’d discussed it before, but he’d figured he was exaggerating.

“Not aside from whatever Nell cons me into helping with every year at the mission. Usually I volunteer for the hard labor. And Anna’s of the opinion that anything more than a couple snow globes and a pre-decorated tree is unnecessary.”

“That does have a certain appeal,” Kensi mused, looking around at all the boxes.

“Oh come on, you guys were enjoying yourselves.” Deeks jabbed a finger at each of them. “I saw both of you smiling and laughing.”

“Ok, I’ll admit it, I don’t hate decorating that much,” Callen allowed. “But that does not mean this is becoming a regular thing.”

“Understood,” Deeks agreed as he pulled out his phone to snap a quick picture. “You know, I almost forgot the last essential component of any Christmas decorating party.”

“What’s that?” Callen watched suspiciously while Deeks fiddled with his phone a little. A second later the sound of Bing Crosby singing “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” filled the room.

“And everybody join in on the second line.”

“Not a chance, Deeks,” Callen said adamantly. Kensi shook her head with what Deeks chose to interpret as fond exasperation and grabbed another set of lights.

“Just be glad that it isn’t “Feliz Navidad.” At Callen’s horrified look, she added, “And yes, he attempts to sing in Spanish.”

“How dare you, my Spanish accent is delightful,” Deeks said, unable to keep himself from grinning.

“In deference to Christmas, and my love for you, I’m going to refrain from commenting further,” Kensi told him, reaching over to pat his shoulder.

“Merry Christmas, Deeks,” Callen said cheerfully, plopping a Santa hat on top o his head.

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Just For Show

A/N: This prompt came via @mashmaiden once again. She’s probably getting sick of me tagging her in everything. Takes place pre Neighborhood Watch and contains lots of pre-Densi shenanigans, but stays fairly PG.

For the prompt: Kensi and Deeks undercover pre All-In.

***

“Mr. Deeks, Ms. Blye, I have your wardrobe,” Hetty announced, appearing in the bullpen. Deeks glanced up from the file Nell had given him 45 minutes ago for his latest alias, Justin. Kensi had a similar file on Justin’s wife, Melissa. Hetty stood next to a clothes rack with several garment back hanging from it with an expectant expression.

“What do we need a wardrobe for? I figured we’d just wear our own clothes on this case,” Deeks said, turning to Kensi who shrugged her agreement.

“Ah, these clothes are not for your undercover case, but rather for your photo shoot.”

“What do you mean photo shoot?” Kensi asked suspiciously as she got up to look through the bags.

“I mean that you and Mr. Deeks will be posing for a variety of pictures to use in your alias’ house,” Hetty explained reasonably.

“Can’t we just have Eric photoshop some?” Deeks suggested. “I mean, it’s not like anybody’s probably gonna get a close look at them.”

“No. You never know who will be looking.”

“Hetty, there’s a wedding dress in here,” Kensi said, sounding alarmed as she pulled out a bunch of white gauzy material from one of the bags.

“I know. Justin and Melissa had a lovely wedding. Now, I want you to change into one of the more casual outfits and meet me in the gym. Nell will handling hair and makeup.”

***

“Deeks, lift your chin a little and then look at Kensi,” Nell instructed, peering past the tripod set up several feet away. Deeks muttered under his breath, but tilted his head, looking just past Kensi, and plastered on a smile. She stood behind him, one forearm braced on his shoulder, the other arm wrapped around his chest.

It was already too intimate; he had no idea how he was going to handle “living” with Kensi for a couple weeks. Nell ducked back down and snapped several pictures.

“Mr. Deeks, look into your partner’s eyes,” Hetty interrupted after a couple minutes.

“I am,” he lied. Against his will, he made direct eye contact with Kensi. There was something a little too raw and vulnerable in her gaze and he looked away almost immediately.

“No you’re not. You may as well be gazing at a 2 by 4 for all the chemistry I see.” Kensi snorted and Hetty wagged a finger in her direction. “And you don’t hold your lover as though he’s a tree, Kensi. You embrace him.”

“But we’re not lovers,” Kensi reminded her in a strained voice, forcing a laugh. “I mean, we’re partners and we care about each other of course, the way that partners do.”

“Yeah, completely and totally normal,” Deeks muttered under his breath. Shooting him a dirty look, Kensi dug her elbow into his shoulder blade. Hetty ignored their bantering, regarding them with an unimpressed and possibly judgmental expression from behind her glasses.

“Yes, but you’ll be playing a married couple and in order to avoid any suspicion, we must cover all our bases,” she said gravely. “Now, Kensi embrace your partner. Better yet, sit on his lap.”

“Hetty, I don’t really think that’s-“ Hetty gave him another look and he snapped his mouth shut, not making another comment as Kensi released her grip on his neck. After a moment of hesitation, she perched on the edge of his knee. He was immediately overwhelmed by her scent and watched a faint hint of red spread across her cheeks.

Hetty nodded in approval.

“Good. I need to get your wedding outfits for the next set of shots. I expect you to be in the same position when I return.”

“This is ridiculous,” Kensi muttered under her breath, but she didn’t move.

Figuring that the sooner they went along with Hetty’s plan, this uncomfortable, if highly intriguing, situation would be over, Deeks wrapped his hands around Kensi’s waist and tugged her lightly against his chest.

Kensi let out a surprised gasp, grasping at his thigh for balance. Warmth radiated from her palm straight through his black slacks.

“Deeks, what the hell are you doing?” she hissed. He gave her his most charming smile and shifted so she was now balanced horizontally across his lap with her legs hanging over the chair.

“Just getting into character,” he told her innocently.

“This isn’t funny.”

“I know. But we both know that Hetty isn’t going to give in until she gets what she wants. So we might as well get it over with. And it’s good practice for the next couple weeks.”

“I guess you’re right,” she sighed. After a moment of hesitation, she moved her hand further up his thigh.

“Yeah, uh, that’s not exactly what I meant,” Deeks stuttered. Kensi ignored him, looping her other arm around his neck, and scooted even closer.

“I thought you wanted to go method.” She smirked at him, clearly pleased to have rattled him. “This doesn’t make you uncomfortable, does it?”

“Not at all,” he lied, leaning in so only an inch or two remained between their faces. He saw Kensi’s eyes widen, but she didn’t back down. She lifted her other hand and passed her fingers through his hair, letting them tangle in the strands at the very back of his head.

“Oh, you are so full of it,” she said. He didn’t think she was even aware of how close they were. Taking advantage of her distraction, he tugged her straight against his chest.

“You wanna bet?”

“Ahem!” They both turned at the sharp sound of someone clearing their throat. Nell, peering above the tripod, was watching them with a mixture of interest and discomfort. “Just thought you guys should know I’m still here,” she said with a little wave.

“Yeah, that wasn’t what it-“ Kensi started, quickly sitting up and smoothing her hair away from her face.

“We were just role-playing, for our aliases,” Deeks added. “You know, since we’ll be playing a married couple and should probably be comfortable around each other.”

“Uh-huh.” Nell nodded, not looking at all convinced. She glanced pointedly t Kensi, who was still sitting on his lap, and she hastily stood up, brushing at her perfectly fitting jeans.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” she announced abruptly. She hurried from the room as fast as she could without actually running. There was a moment of awkward silence and then Nell asked,

“Sooo, you wanna talk about what just happened?”

“Nope,” Deeks said firmly. “No, I do not.”

It was going to be an exceptionally long few weeks.

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Densi-mber Day 1: Writing Prompt

Densi shopping for a Christmas tree.

Happy first day of Densimber everyone! I hope you all have a great December and enjoy all the fun things we have planned.

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Densimber Day 2: Writing Prompt

Kensi and Deeks decorating the bar.

(Side note from @mashmaiden - Deeks the Halls, y'all!! 😂😂😂)

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Densi-mber Day 3: Writing Prompt

Kensi and Deeks go on a fake date.

Give us all the Densi fluff and unresolved tension!

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Densi-mber Day 4: Writing Prompt

For the prompt: Kensi and Deeks undercover pre All-In.

[ryan9098]

Ok I'm going to name my favorites of 2 categories.

Team wise: seasons 2, 3, and 4 each had several good team episodes.

DENSI wise:

Seasons 2, 3, 4, and 5 for the evolution of their feelings as others have already mentioned and "Spoils Of War".

Season 7, 8, and 10 had great moments for the couple. From first talks about marriage/kids, the IA storyline, & Kensi's injury/recovery to Kensi dragging Deeks through the desert in the S10 premier and most importantly the Wedding!

Although seasons 6, 9, and 11 had a few good DENSI episodes, they weren't my favorite seasons.

Densi Discussion - Day 2

Another easy question before we dive into deeper ones tomorrow: 

What is your favorite season of NCIS: LA?

Feel free to answer in a reblog or a reply!

(please note - Tumblr is being dumb and not displaying all of the answers in the notes - as admin I see the notifications for the posts, so they ARE there! Hopefully they’ll pop back up when Tumblr decides to stop being weird!)

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Frozen

A/N: For today’s prompt: Kensi or Deeks are injured under adverse conditions. The other one has to take care of them and tend their wounds until help comes. P.S. Deeks isn’t whumped as badly as the picture implies.

***

Kensi ducked behind a dilapidated barn, wincing as a spray if bullets ripped through already crumbling wood. A second later, Deeks darted around the side, staying low as he slammed himself against the wall.

“You good?” he asked, emitting little clouds of frozen breath with every word. The tip of his nose was red and so were his fingers.

“Fine,” she told him, automatically scanning him for signs of bullet wounds. “What about you?”

“Fantastic.” He turned his head abruptly, grimacing as another round of bullets came dangerously close. When there was a break, he popped a new cartridge into his gun, peering around the edge of the barn. “You know, other than the fact that we’re stuck in the middle of a random field and we’re being shot at. Again.”

Kensi resisted the urge to roll her eyes and asked,

“Is Garrett dead?”

“Uh-huh. So Tregan’s the one shooting at us. I didn’t see Miller.

Kensi nodded, checking her own gun. She had a couple more cartridges and her knife if it came down to it, but she hoped it didn’t. They’d been tracking three escaped drug traffickers for the last day and half through Iowa farmland. About five miles ago they’d been forced to abandon the SUV and continue on foot.

She shivered, wishing she’d worn a thicker coat. Not that she currently owned one or would have thought to bring it with to Iowa. An early freak snowstorm had rolled through the day before, leaving behind 8 inches of snow and 30 degree temps.

Her fingers were stiff and clumsy from the cold and the knees of her jeans soaked through with mud and melting snow. To add to it, a steady wind swept across the open field.

“I don’t have much ammunition left,” she said, holding up the two cartridges. Deeks poked his head around the bard again, fired off a couple shots, and nodded.

“I have about two and a half.” He switched the clip out for a full one, pocketing the partially used one. “You cover me and I’ll run?” he offered with a crooked grin.

“Deeks, this barn is the only cover for at least 300 yards.”

“There’s lots of trees.” He pointed behind them and she followed his finger, glancing dubiously at a few rows of sparse tree. Further off there were denser woods, but she doubted they’d make it there safely without getting shot.

“Yeah, and they’re barely wide enough to hide me,” she pointed out.

“Well, we can’t stay here,” Deeks said. He fired off another shot at their opponents and added with another smirk, “My butt is freezing. And we both know how much you love my butt. It would break your heart if it fell off.”

“You’re overestimating it’s charm,” she lied. She very much wanted every part of him to remain intact and bullet free. But they didn’t have much choice right now and it would only be a matter of time before Tregan got tired of waiting and moved closer. Plus, they still didn’t know where Miller was.

“We gotta move, Kens.”

“I know.” She pulled in a shallow breath, wincing as it burned her nostrils. “On the count of three, you run fast and aim for the biggest tree to the right.”

“Got it.” Deeks moved behind her while she stood and silently counted off three on her fingers. As she ducked from behind the farm and fired several shots, Deeks took off. Kensi took cover again just as Tregan returned fire.

Deeks took him out with a single shot. As the man crumpled to the ground, she raced over to Deeks, who was barely hidden behind a short oak tree.

“Kensi, behind you!” he shouted when she was just a few feet away. She started to turn, but before she could, he’d knocked her to the ground just as another bulled whizzed past them. All the air rushed from her lungs as she hit the impacted snow.

She heard him shout something else, an expletive she thought. Pulling in a breath of cold air that made her wheeze, she stumbled to her feet. Deeks was struggling on the ground with Miller, who had one armed wrapped around a Deeks’ neck from behind.

Deeks slammed his elbow into Miller’s face, jerking away as the other man roared in pain. It didn’t stop him though; he threw himself at Deeks with another rage filled shout. Kensi saw a flash of a knife in Miller’s hand and she raised her gun, firing three shots into his chest.

“Deeks, baby, are you ok?” she asked, running to his side. He was bent over on hands and knees, sucking in deep breaths of air. He nodded, slowly pushing himself upright.

“Yeah, I’m great,” he managed. Kensi wrapped him in a tight hug and leaned up to kiss him. His lips were cold, a little rough and chapped, but she didn’t care. “We should call Eric,” he whispered after a couple minutes.

Kensi didn’t really feel like letting go, but she was pretty cold and there were three dead men to account for. She grabbed her phone and walked over to the barn, hoping it would provide some shelter from the relentless wind.

She tried calling Eric twice, but the signal cut out both times. Sighing, she turned back to Deeks who was standing in the same place she’d left him.

“Hey, do-?” She cut herself short, staring at Deeks’ midsection in horror. “Deeks, you’re bleeding.” He glanced down, seeming completely surprised to see the blood soaking into the right leg of his jeans. He pulled his shirt and coat up, revealing a long cut running diagonally across his abdomen.

“Huh, I didn’t even feel it,” he muttered a little faintly.

***

A/N: More Deeks whump! I know, what am I thinking damaging Deeks’ beautiful skin? I must be crazy.

There will be a part two at some point.

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It Happened One Night

A/N: So this one takes place maybe season 4 or 5, but could be totally AU. For today’s prompt: “I remember kissing you, why do I remember kissing you?”

***

“Ugh,” Deeks groaned, rubbing his eyes as he slowly lifted his head. He immediately regretted the action and buried his head in his pillow again. Belatedly, he realized his phone alarm was ringing. He blindly swapped at it and it clattered to the floor. “Crap!”

“Quit making so much noise!” He froze at the sound of Kensi’s groggy voice coming from beside him. That couldn’t be. Turning onto his side, he peered through blurry eyes to find that Kensi Marie Blye was indeed In his bed. She was laying on her stomach with her face firmly planted in a pillow.

“Kensi?” She moaned, covering her ears. “Kens, what, uh, what are you doing here?”

“I don’t know,” she said with a sigh. “Didn’t we go out for drinks?” Bits and pieces of the night were slowly coming back to him.

It didn’t occur to either of them that they normally didn’t share a bed. Even in a completely platonic way.

“Then I guess we came back here,” he added, a vague memory of Kensi pulling him onto a dance floor after a couple beers flitting through his mind.

“Yeah, cause they ran out of cheese sticks and I was hungry,” Kensi continued. She sat up, brushing back her hair which now was in all its curly, untamed glory. “So we came back here and had a couple more beers. And...some tequila?”

“I remember kissing you, why do I remember kissing you?” Deeks asked suddenly, his mind filling with a very vivid memory of Kensi sitting in top of him as they made out on his couch.

“Oh my god,” Kensi whispered, clearly recalling the same moment, and turned to him with a horrified expression.

“And you’re wearing my shirt.” He gestured to the black v-neck he’d worn the day before. It looked much, much better on her, he thought idly. Without thinking, his eyes dropped to the V again.

He saw her gaze flick to his chest, her cheeks flushing a deep red he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen from her before. He lifted his hand, intending to take hers, but she jerked back, stumbling out of bed.

“I need to get home,” she said abruptly, looking around the room a little hysterically. He tried very hard not to stare at her perfectly tanned legs extending from beneath his shirt as she bent to pick up her jeans and one shoe.

“Kens, we should probably talk-“

“No.” She jabbed her finger at him, cutting him off. “No, this- she paused to shove her jeans on. “This never happened.” Deeks scratched at his jaw, frowning as he watched her scoop up the rest of her clothes.

“That seems like a terrible way to deal with this, but ok,” he said dryly. Kensi sighed and turned to face him.

“Deeks, I am hung over and confused and really mortified,” she told him. “I can’t deal with this right now.” He nodded, wondering when she would ever be ready to deal with it.

“Ok.” Her expression softened a little and she started to reach for towards him, but abruptly smoothed some hair behind her ear instead.

“I’ll see you at work.” As she quickly left the room, he leaned forward and shouted,

“Hey, I want that shirt back! It’s one of my favorites.” His front door slamming closed was her only answer. “Crap,” he repeated, falling back onto the bed.

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Densimber Day 17: Writing Prompt

Kensi and Deeks lose power or can’t turn the heat up so they find creative ways to stay warm.

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Densimber Day 10: Writing Prompt

Send us your best speculation fics for next weeks episode, “If the Fates Allow”.

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Densimber Day 7: Writing Prompt

A/N: For today’s prompt: Kensi or Deeks are injured under adverse conditions. The other one has to take care of them and tend their wounds until help comes.

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Densimber Day 8: Writing Prompt

“I remember kissing you, why do I remember kissing you?” Taken

Taken from this list: https://redclaire999.tumblr.com/post/635862894476738560/prompt-list

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I think Kensi opened up more about her time on the streets after "The Grey Man". I think her acknowledgement that she knew that Hetty told Deeks meant that she was ready to start talking about it. She could have mentioned that she knew before but didn't because I think she appreciated that Deeks never brought it up and pretended it was a secret until she was ready to talk about it.

For their lowest points in their careers, I think they know mostly everything. Based on Kensi's familiarity with Tiffany in "Pro se" I think Deeks probably told Kensi everything (at least everything that she hadn't already figured out) about his history with Boyle & Tiffany and what truly happened that night when they went home after the case in "Cancel Christmas". In "Raising The Dead" Deeks seemed to know who Kessler was and why he was obsessed with Kensi, so I'm lead to believe that she's told him everything (at least everything she's legally allowed to).

As for their respective experiences with torture, I think Deeks's revelation in "Mother" that he still has panic attacks in the middle of the night and that her being sleeping beside him calms him down is proof to me that him and Kensi have discussed Siderov and Afghanistan at some point post season 5. She probably knew about the nightmares before but probably didn't realize how bad/frequent they still were. Deeks wouldn't want her to worry so before that moment where he thought he might die he settled for just snuggling her sleeping form instead of telling her. After making sure Hetty was ok and a visit to the ER for Deeks, they talked and promised to wake each other up after nightmares.

The few times that she has casually mentioned the fact that Deeks shot his dad since "Personal", leads me to believe that Kensi knows why he shot his dad and how dangerous Brandel was. I also believe that Roberta has shared some details with Kensi since they get along so well.

Densi Discussion - Day 26

Densi swore “No more Secrets” in Cancel Christmas. But we know there are some things that have been slower to come to the surface (Deeks’s dancing days). 

Do they know all the big life secrets now? Especially in regards to their traumatic pasts? Has Kensi talked about the bad things she had to do when she was on the streets? Has Deeks talked about the darkest days of dealing with his dad that led up to shooting him? Has either talked about their horrible experiences with their lowest moments in law enforcement?