#densimber day 22

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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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When You Least Expect It

Kensi stretched and rolled onto her side so she faced a still sleeping Deeks’ side. Pushing herself up on one hand, she trailed her fingers from the base of his head to just above his hips, lightly blowing along the same path.

The muscles in his back twitch, and he sighed into his pillow, but didn’t make any move to get up. Sitting up all the way, she swung her leg over his torso, straddling his hips. She grinned as she pressed her lips to his left shoulder.

“Oh, you’re trying to kill me,” Deeks groaned quietly. He turned his head just enough to reveal one eye beneath his bangs, which had grown out slightly from his latest haircut. Kensi brushed the hair back, kissing along the line of his beard. “And on a work morning too.”

“Well, we just have to be fast,” Kensi whispered. Deeks stilled then started turning over, and she obligingly rose on her knees to give him room.

“Perfect way to wake up in the morning,” Deeks murmured, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip.

“Oh, I thought I was killing you,” Kensi teased, settling on his lower stomach with an extra shimmy.

“I didn’t say it would be a bad way to die.”

Grinning again, Kensi dipped her head. She felt a familiar swooping sensation in her stomach just as her lips touched Deeks’.

With a panicked expression, she rolled off Deeks, and scrambled for the bathroom. She didn’t have time to close the door or worry about dignity before she was heaving over the toilet.

“Oh baby.” She felt Deeks gently pull her hair back and secure it with a hairband. When she finally stopped throwing up a few minutes later, he handed her a glass of water, which she accepted gratefully. She rinsed her mouth out and took a couple careful sips, leaning her head against the wall.

“Do you think this is still from that stomach bug you had last week?” Deeks asked, pressing his hand to her forehead. His eyes narrowed in concern as he crouched next to her.

“Maybe. I actually feel a lot better now.” She’d felt nauseous off and on for the last week. After the first day, she’d gotten sick one other time, though Deeks didn’t know about it. The nausea usually subsided towards the afternoon, and when she ate. “I think I’ll take the day off, just in case.”

“I can stay with you.”

“Oh thanks, but there’s no reason for you to waste a sick day. I’ll be just fine on my own.”

“If you’re sure,” he checked, still obviously a little worried.

“Yes.”

“Ok, I’m going to get ready and take Rosa to school.”

While Deeks showered and dressed, Kensi brushed her teeth, and then headed back to bed. Her stomach still felt a little unsettled, but it was significantly better than before.

Deeks came back into the room 10 minutes later, buttoning up his shirt. When he was done, he perched on the edge of the bed.

“Do you need anything? Gatorade, crackers?” he asked, still uncertain about leaving.

“No, I’m really ok, baby. But thank you for worrying about me,” she assured him. Deeks sighed, kissing the top of her head, and stood again.

“Alright. Call me if you need me. Or you know, your crazy mother-in-law, who lives 42 seconds away.”

Kensi chuckled softly, giving him a slight push towards the door.

“I will. Love you, baby.”

She waited until she heard both Deeks and Rosa leave to go back in the bathroom. Pausing in front of the mirror, she studied her reflection for a moment, taking steadying breath, then retrieved the small box of test strips she’d stashed at the back of the cupboard.

Her hand trembled as she removed a small strip. She stared at it for several seconds, marveling that such a tiny thing could make her feel terrified, excited, and hopeful all at once.

***

A/N: Oh yes, I am going there. Those are pregnancy tests.

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Densimber Day 22 Creative Prompt

Kensi or Deeks share a meaningful moment with their mother-in-law.

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Densimber Day 22 Creative Prompt:

Write a good old Kensi or Deeks sick fic.

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It’s Just A Cover

A/N: This takes place sometime early season 6. For today’s prompt.

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“What do you mean you can’t come?” Kensi demanded, swinging into the bullpen with her phone glued to her ear and practically throwing her bag next to her desk. “We had this planned for months. You promised.”

Deeks watched, his interest definitely piqued as Kensi alternated between bribes and threats. He was slightly terrified for the person who had backed out on her.

With a few last scathing words, she hung up and threw her phone down with a growl. She braced her hands on the surface, pinning Deeks with a warning glare.

“Don’t start.”

“I wasn’t planning to,” Deeks assured her. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“One of my friends from college is getting married, this weekend, and my date just cancelled,” she said from behind her teeth.

“I didn’t realize you were seeing anyone.” And whoever he, he was an idiot to blow a date with Kensi Blye.

“I’m not,” Kensi snapped, sounding annoyed. “It’s a guy I met a few months ago through a mutual friend and I got him to agree to be my plus one for this wedding.”

“Oh.” He felt oddly relieved by her revelation, but chose not examine that particular feeling. “I’m sorry. But your friend will understand, right?”

Kensi sighed, plopping into her seat, looking fed up.

“I never have a date to any of these thing. Weddings, engagements…I’m always single and it’s kind of a running joke. I thought that if I brought somebody this time, the questions and offers to set me up with any “eligible” guy would stop for at least a little while.”

“Well, maybe you can still find someone,” Deeks suggested.

“Three days before the wedding?”

“Hey, a guy can do worse than a free meal and an open bar.” She still didn’t seem impressed by the idea.

“Deeks, it took me weeks to find a guy, get him, and then figure out if he could make it,” she said, rubbing her hands over her face. “I don’t think I’d have time.”

Kensi sighed again, looking morose, and Deeks started searching through his stash of chocolate, figuring she needed a pick me up.

“Unless,” Kensi said suddenly, the excited tone of her voice making him look up. He leaned back warily, a package of snickers on one hand, as she eyed. “You could be my plus one.”

***

Kensi crossed her arms over her chest to keep herself from fiddling with her nails. If she wasn’t careful, she’d have her fresh manicure chipped away in minutes.

When she’d initially suggested that Deeks go as her date to the wedding, it seemed like a perfect solution. She was in a bind and Deeks agreed readily enough. It was only after she got home and let herself think about the implications, that she began to freak out.

She glanced over at Deeks in the driver’s seat, his body calm and relaxed as he drove. He wore a light blue dress shirt and black pants, a suitable outfit for a wedding without being overdone as a plus one. His hair curled neatly around his face, highlighting the strength of his jaw.

Looking away before Deeks could notice the intensity of her gaze, Kensi straightened the edge of her dress, focusing on the satiny black material.

“Remember, I work for a security company now,” Kensi reminded Deeks, pulling from the updated bio she’d invented for herself. “That’s where I met you. We’ve been seeing each other for about 4 months.”

“I got it.”

“And you’re a lawyer who-”

“Kens,” he interrupted gently. “This kind of thing is literally our job. Besides, it’s not the first time I’ve been a fake date for a wedding.”

“Wait, you’ve done this before?”

“Or a funeral,” he added, throwing her a quirked smile.

“Why would anyone need a date for a funeral?” Kensi asked despite herself.

“Let’s just say, I needed $500 and she was very wealthy and lonely,” Deeks replied. Kensi had roughly a dozen more questions and would normally be reveling in the blackmail worthy information, but right now she needed to focus.

“Deeks I appreciate that you’re trying to distract me, but now is not the time. We have to prepare for an evening of pretending we’re dating.”

“We are prepared. Everyone will believe we’re completely and disgustingly in love.” He reached over to her side and squeezed her hand. “We got this.”

***

“See, this isn’t so bad, right?” Deeks asked quietly as he leaned over to fill her wineglass.

“It hasn’t been disastrous,” she allowed. Honestly, everything had gone pretty much perfectly. They’d arrived a little early and had time to talk with a few of her friends before being seated.

Deeks had charmed them and played his part well, taking the brunt of conversation off Kensi by bringing up a totally fabricated story about recent trip to Hawaii. Now they were halfway through dinner and the rest of the guests were dancing and moving between tables.

“It would have been nice to know you were planning to tell stories.”

“But then your reaction wouldn’t have been genuine.” Deeks took her hand, something he’d been doing all evening. The first couple times, she’d flinched a little, used to shrugging off that kind of contact in public. Now, after a few drinks, she’d relaxed enough to enjoy his warm skin on hers.

“I can dial it back if you want me to though,” he offered. “I know I get a little too enthusiastic sometimes.”

“No, you’ve been great. Thank you,” she said sincerely.

“Oh my god, there’s my little love bird,” one of Kensi’s friends shouted loudly enough for the whole table to hear. Her blonde hair was still curled perfectly around her shoulders, but she’d ditched her heels and held a bundle of gauzy material in one hand to keep herself from tripping.

“Hi Liz.”

“Kensi, it is so good to see you!” Liz exclaimed, bending over to hug Kensi. She quickly turned her attention to Deeks, placing a familiar hand on his shoulder. “And now tell me all about this guy.”

“This is my boyfriend, Marty. He’s a lawyer,” Kensi shared.

“Ooh-la-la. Well, Kensi you certainly picked out a cute one. Oh my gosh, look at that hair.” She pressed both hands over her chest, making a gasping sound.

“It’s nice to meet you, Liz,”

“Oh, and that voice. Ok, so tell me exactly how you met. I want all the details,” Liz insisted, sitting on Deeks’ other side.

“We met at my company. You know, I word for a security firm and Marty was called in to consult on some legal aspects.”

“Oh come on, Kensi, you gotta give me more than that.”

“Kensi is just shy about it,” Deek spoke up. “We actually met during a really long case. At first we didn’t like each other very much, we bickered a lot and I’m pretty sure Kensi thought I was the most annoying person in the world. But after a while, we got used to it and ended up spending a lot of late nights together.

“There was this one night, we were both so exhausted we were both about to fall asleep.” He paused to glance at Kensi, like he was sharing a remembered moment with her.

“So, Kensi asked me if I wanted to grab coffee at this little diner a few blocks away. It was probably after midnight and when we got there, the waitress looked at us like were crazy, but she brought us the coffee.”

Kensi squeezed his hand under the table, leaning closer to him, adding,

“We talked for hours over that terrible coffee until the waitress kicked us out.” Deeks smiled, looking pleased by the added detail. Next to him, Liz was completely engrossed, her chin balanced on her fist as she listened.

“As we were walking back to the office, Kensi leaned over and kissed me out of the blue. And then she informed me that it wasn’t the worst first date she’d ever been on, but I’d have to work harder on the next one.”

“So where’d you take her?” Liz asked.

“I, uh, have this little cabs in up in the mountains and I took her there the next free weekend we had,” Deeks answered, brushing a strand of hair back from Kensi’s cheek. “It was absolutely perfect.”

“It was,” Kensi agreed. Glancing at Liz, Kensi figured she might as well go for broke, and cupped her hand on Deeks’ jaw, and kissed him lightly. To his credit, Deeks followed her lead without missing a beat.

Kensi enjoyed the few seconds of his lips pressed to hers before she pulled back.

“Oh my god, that is so romantic,” Liz sighed, squeezing Deeks’ arm again. “You two are just too perfect. I’m so glad you finally found someone after all this time, Kensi.”

“Me too.”

A slow ballad started playing in the background and Deeks gave Kensi a knowing look.

“Babe, it’s your song. Can I have this dance?” Pressing her lips together, Kensi accepted his offered hand and let him help her out of her seat.

“Of course.”

“It was great to meet you, Liz,” he said, giving her a smile that made her sigh gently.

Kensi waited until they were on the dance floor, her chin resting on Deeks’ shoulder.

“I’m not sure you needed to lay the charm on quite so thick,” she murmured, lifting her head for a second to see Deeks shrug. He looked extremely pleased with himself. “Poor Liz is probably still swooning over there.”

“Hey, I promised I would make them believe we were dating and I think I accomplished that mission,” he pointed out.

“Well, you’re right about that. I bet Liz will have half the party talking about us by tomorrow.”

“Did I embarrass you?” he asked softly, genuine concern in his eyes. God, he was too much sometimes. Leaning up to kiss his cheek, Kensi curled her arms around his neck.

“No, Deeks. You were absolutely perfect.”

A soft smile tugged at his lips and he rested his palm in the middle of her back, holding her even closer as they continued dance.

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Frozen, Part 2

A/N: Here’s the second part of Frozen. In the first part, Kensi and Deeks were trapped in the cold after hunting down some suspects. Deeks was also injured.

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“Oh my god, babe, how could you not feel this?” Kensi asked, kneeling in front of Deeks with his shirt peeled up to chest. Fortunately the cut wasn’t terribly deep, but it was bad enough. Bad enough to have soaked through his shirt already.

“I feel it now,” Deeks said, yelping as she pressed down on the wound. “Actually, that really hurts. Stop poking it!”

“I’m trying to see how bad it is.”

“Well, your warm little hands are heating it up and now it’s burning.”

Her hands were anything but warm and his blood was actually starting to freeze on his skin and clothes.

“Ok, I’m going to put a bandage on this, see if you can get through to Eric,” she told him. She slipped off the small backpack which had a bare minimum of supplies, including a first-aid kit. She tossed an extra pair of gloves to Deeks while he called Eric and then ripped open a bandage.

“No signal,” he said a minute later, shaking his head.

“Damn it!” They couldn’t stay out here for much longer without any protection, especially with Deeks being wounded. She glanced at him, noticing that the tips of his ears were bright red and if she wasn’t mistaken, his lips were just the slightest bit blue. “Deeks, what happened to your hat?” she snapped, realizing that his hair was damp and loose around his face.

“I had to take it off cause I couldn’t hear anything and I lost it somewhere along the way,” he answered with a shrug. Kensi muttered under her breath, realizing how accusatory she sounded.

“I know you didn’t do it on purpose.” She grabbed his hand by way of apology, glancing around them.

“We need to start moving, Kens.”

“You really think we’re going to make it five miles in this cold?” she asked rhetorically. “And it’s only going to get worse in a couple hours.”

“No, I don’t think we’ll make it that far, but I remember Nell saying something about there being a bunch of old cabins around here,” he said with the barest of grins.

***

Have I ever-ah-mentioned how much I hate Iowa?” Deeks asked casually, pausing in between words to pull in shallow breaths. “We would never be in danger of freezing to death in Los Angeles.”

Despite his efforts to stay positive, the cold was definitely starting to get to him. His toes and fingers were stiff, although he supposed it was a good sign that they were still burning and not numb.

Plus, though he hadn’t dared mentioned it Kensi, exhaustion was starting to set in. His legs felt heavy and his abdomen somehow ached and felt numb at the same time. It was a disconcerting sensation.

“With our luck we’d get locked in an industrial freezer or something,” Kensi said with forced lightness, pausing in between words to breath. Her arms were firm around him, making sure he didn’t stumble over hidden tree roots and rocks.

“I think I saw that on a show once.”

“Cabin.”

“No, it was called Castle. You know, the one with Nathan Fillion where he’s a writer and-“

“No, there’s a cabin,” Kensi repeated, cutting off his tangent, and pointing to an area maybe a couple hundred feet away. Sure enough, there was a small cabin buried in a dense copse of trees.

“Fantastic,” he muttered. As they moved closer, it looked completely uninhabited and probably for some time, based on the piles of snow, debris around the doorway, and cobwebs in the windows.

Kensi cleared the snow away from one of the windows and peered in.

“It doesn’t look like there’s anyone inside. C’mon.” She shouldered the door open, which stuck a little, but eventually gave way with a loud creak.

“Very homey,” Deeks commented, shivering as they walked into the small space which was barely warmer than outside. It was pretty barren with jut a single cot and bare mattress that had definitely seen better days, a splintered cupboard with a couple pots on top, and most importantly, a fireplace.

“Sit down, I’m going to look for some blankets and firewood,” Kensi directed him.

“I can help,” he offered, feeling pretty stupid just standing there. It was partially his fault they were in this situation. If he’d been a little more careful, he wouldn’t have gotten stabbed. “The faster we heat this place up, the less chance we have of becoming popsicles.”

Kensi shook her head, already searching through the cupboard. She pulled out a box of instant potatoes and a can of beans and set them to the side.

“And the more you move around, the more you’ll aggravate your wound.” She turned back to look at him with another can of beans and Campbell’s chicken soup in her hands. The faded labels on both made Deeks think they’d been sitting there untouched for several years. “Are you saying you don’t have faith in my fire building skills?”

Her breath puffed out in a great white cloud as she attempted to keep her teeth from chattering. He could tell the cold was getting to her too, but predictably, she was ignoring it.

“I would never,” he said, dropping his backpack beside the cot. “Kensi Marie Blye’s survival skills are world renowned and-agh!” He’d sat down and his cut gave a painful, tearing sensation. Kensi spun around immediately at his scream, but he waved her off, ignoring the fresh gush of blood he felt seeping into his shirt. “I’m fine. I just sat down too fast. Did you find any blankets?”

She gave him a suspicious look, turning back to the cupboard, and pulling out some more random items before she made a triumphant sound.

“Three,” she said, throwing him a grayish bundle. “They look a little thin, but I guess it’s better than nothing. Ok, I’ll get some fire wood and then we’re bandaging your cut again. Don’t touch it until I get back.”

Deeks rolled his eyes at her instructions, which seemed a little ridiculous given the severity of said cut, but didn’t protest. He knew Kensi was worried and felt better knowing where he was.

After a few minutes, he stood up again and started pacing, trying to force some feeling into his legs. He tucked his hands under his armpits, singing “Staying Alive” to himself until his voice grew hoarse. Every few seconds, a blast of wind tore through the cabin and blew in bits of snow through minute cracks in the walls and ceiling.

Just as he was getting ready to go after Kensi, the door slammed open again, and she stumbled in with a giant armload of logs and branches.

“I found some wood,” she said unnecessarily as he rushed to help her. “There’s a shack about half a mile from here filled with chopped wood. I left another pile outside.” Her entire face was red and wind-chapped and Deeks wanted to demand she immediately get in bed and cover up.

Since that didn’t seem likely to happen, he brought in the rest of the wood while she was distracted with building a fire. By the time he finished, his hands were completely numb, his clothes completely wet and sticking to his skin.

As Kensi finished lighting the fire, he noticed her hands shaking uncontrollably, making her movements jerky and uncoordinated. She’d spent even more time outside, completely unprotected. She fumbled with the lighter a couple times before she managed to set the kindling on top of the logs aflame.

He grabbed one of her hands between his and rubbed them, wincing at the bright red color, and nearly white tips of her fingers.

“Baby, we need to get you warmed up,” he said, starting to get truly worried about hypothermia. Even with the fire, it would tale at least a couple hours before the cabin was warm.

“I’m fine Deeks,” she insisted, tugging her fingers from his. Ignoring his concern, Kensi grabbed her bag again, pulling out more first aid supplies. “Take your coat and shirt off.”

Deeks reluctantly pulled off both, knowing Kensi would probably freak out when she saw how much he’d bled. His shirt stuck a little, tacky with drying and frozen blood. He had to admit that the cut looked nasty with varied levels of dried blood smeared all around. As the cold air hit it full force again, it started burning more intensely.

Surprisingly, Kensi didn’t say anything when she leaned over him. She dabbed away the fresh blood with a couple cotton swabs and then tore open a packet of liquid bandage.

“Can you hold the edges together?” she asked. That sounded awful as far as Deeks was concerned, but he followed her directions, putting pressure on either side of the cut while Kensi squeezed the glue-like substance on in small incriminates.

“Ok, I think I’m fine with just bleeding out,” he groaned a few minutes later, the wound burning as the glue seeped in.

“That is not even remotely funny,” Kensi commented tightly. “Besides, I’m almost done.” Her hands were still trembling and a little clumsy. He didn’t comment on her technique though; if a slightly lumpy scar was the worst result of this catastrophe, he’d be a happy man. Kensi insisted on applying a cloth bandage just in case and then she was finally done.

“Ok, now we gotta get you warmed up,” he said as he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around Kensi’s shoulder and then started tugging off his boots and socks.

“What do you suggest?” Kensi asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

“There’s only one option.” He paused with a boot in his head and gave Kensi a serious look. “Naked cuddling.”

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Densimber Day 22 Creative Prompt:

Kensi or Deeks is asked to be the other’s fake girlfriend/boyfriend for the day.

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Densimber Day 22: Writing Prompt

Kensi and Deeks find creative methods to stave off hypothermia. The word “creative” is very much open to your interpretation.