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Can I?

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“Can I…may I hug you?” They ask softly, when you’re done ranting about an exhausting day you had. (🥺❤️‍🩹) - Marty Deeks x reader

You hobbled into the waiting room of the restaurant, dressed in a beautiful lilac knee length dress that just made it acceptable for the scale of the place that your boyfriend of three months had picked for the date. However, you were ranting, your heel had broken on the way up the stairs, your favourite pair and after an already exhausting day at work where nothing had seemed to go your way.

“Y/N?” you hear your boyfriend’s voice call and you turn towards him, a small smile crossing your features, seeing him in his suit made you swoon, he looked so handsome. You and Marty had been dating for three months, your feelings for him however had been apparent from first meeting when you had started working out at the same gym, you’d become fast friends and so the transition between friends to lovers had been both easy and hard for you to both deal with.

“Hi Marty” you breath out as you hobble towards him and he immediately places a hand on your shoulder

“Can I… May I hug you?” he asks, and you can’t help but smile wider at his nervousness, knowing that he was uncertain as to how you would react given your mood.

“Of course you can Marty” you say and he smiles as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“What happened my sweet girl?” he asks and you look up into his deep blue eyes

“A lot of stuff at work that I really wish to forget about right now, and my heel broke as I was making my way up the stairs” you whine, a pout on his lips

“Oh sweet girl. We still have five minutes until our reservation is ready, I can rush down to my car and grab the flats that you left in there after our last date?” he suggests and you raise an eyebrow

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother?”

“Your not a bother my sweet girl. Besides what type of boyfriend would I be if I made you walk around in a broken heel for the rest of the evening. I’ll be back soon” he says, placing a kiss on your cheek before quickly rushing out the door and out to his car.

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Do you think Kensi and Deeks made up different stories for how they got together in the early days of their relationship?

***

Realtor: So, Kensi and Martin, how did you two meet?

Kensi: Well, De—Marty walked into my gallery one day and I guess you could say it was love at first sight.

Deeks: And now I get annual passes to the museum. Who’s your favorite artist again, babe?

Kensi: You know what, enough about us. This place is beautiful!

***

Waitress: Well, aren’t you two cute! You know, you make me think of me and my hubby. We met right here at this diner.

Deeks: Oh really? We met at the beach, actually. A surfing championship. *Deeks grins and points at Kensi* She was one of my groupies.

Kensi, from between her teeth: He’s joking. Babe, you can’t keep telling people that.

Waitress: Oh, it’s ok, honey. With a looker like this, I can understand.

Kensi, as she walks away: I can’t believe you said that!

Deeks: Hey, you said the next time could be my time to pick.

***

An annoying woman at a wedding reception: So, Kensi and—is it Marty?

Deeks: Yes. But you can call me Deeks if you want.

Woman: Right. I’ve just been trying to figure out you two. You’re just so…different. I mean, Kensi’s tall and beautiful and Marty you’re…unique.

Kensi, fire in her eyes: What do you mean by unique?

Deeks: Kens—

Woman, waving her hand: Oh, just the hair is a little, I don’t know, long and most men either are clean shaven or commit to a beard. I guess it must be an LA thing.

Kensi: I guess that’s why he made the perfect model back in his 20s.

Woman: Excuse me?

Kensi: Oh, I thought you knew. Deeks inspired an entire look the summer of 2005. I saw him a few years later at a show, took one look at that beautiful face, and got a pass backstage. The rest is history.

Deeks: Well, that’s enough about me. I could use another drink, how about you?

Kensi: Sure!

Deeks, as they leave behind the stunned woman: You know, you didn’t have to do that.

Kensi: I know, but it was fun. Besides, I think you could totally rock a runway with the right theme. And I’ll bet you my knew knife she’ll be asking for your number by the end of the night.

Deeks: Aw, that’s sweet. And slightly weird. Only one problem though.

Kensi: What?

Deeks: Now Eric’s going to have to design a photo shoot for me.

[densi-mber]

Wrongfully Accused

Deeks stormed into Rosa’s high school, Kensi by his side. He was trying extremely hard not to no one of “those” parents right now, but a call from the Dean of Students informing them Rosa had been suspended for the day had him in fight mode.

“Remember, we want to stay calm, professional, and open-minded,” Kensi reminded him. Deeks sent her a look over his shoulder and muttered,

“You’re the one who asked if I could send a threatening letter on my office stationary.”

“I was joking,” she hissed back as they were buzzed into the main office. They stepped up to the front desk, where a woman with short curly hair was on the phone. When she hung up, Deeks pulled on his best customer service smile.

“Hi, I’m Marty Deeks.”

“And I’m Kensi Blye,” Kensi added.

“We’re Rosa Reyes’ parents.”

“Oh yes,” the secretary said, offering them each a stick on visitor badge. “She’s just down the hall. You can go see her, but please wait until the Dean is available to speak with you.”

“Can you tell us what happened?” Kensi asked.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to ask Mr. Ruddell.”

“Of course. Thank you.”

Taking that as a dismissal, they headed in the direction the secretary indicated. They found Rosa sitting outside an office a couple rooms down a long hallway. Her was bowed over her raised knees, her defeated posture increasing Deeks’ concern.

“Rosa,” he called out softly, and she looked up, relief followed by embarrassment flashing across her face.

“Kensi, Deeks,” she said, standing, and accepting a hug from each of them.

“Are you ok?” Kensi asked, cupping Rosa’s cheeks as Deeks looked for visual signs of injury.

“Yes, I’m fine.” She nodded shortly.

“What happened?”

As soon as Deeks asked the question, Rosa glanced down, her reluctance to speak palpable.

“It’s ok. Whatever happened, we’ll figure it out together,” Deeks assured her.

“Mrs. Kelly kicked me out of class,” Rosa finally revealed.

“What? Why?” Deeks asked in surprise. He. Knew Rosa wasn’t perfect, and he’d never held her to that expectation, but he couldn’t imagine her causing any problems worthy of expulsion.

“She said my phone was ringing, but it was not. I always put it on mute or in my locker before a class,” Rosa explained, a bit of fire entering her voice which made Deeks oddly proud.

“Did you tell her that?” Kensi asked.

“Yes. She didn’t believe me though and by the time I got my phone out, the ringing stopped. She told me to gather my things and come down here.”

“Over one phone call?”

Rosa shrugged. “She really doesn’t like students being on their phone during class,” she answered.

“Where’s your phone now?” Deeks asked, falling into lawyer mode.

“Um, she confiscated it before I left the room.”

“I see.”

“What does that mean?” Rosa asked with a hint of nervousness returning. “I promise I didn’t do it.”

“We believe you,” Kensi said, squeezing Rosa’s shoulder. “Deeks is just mentally crafting his defense on your behalf.”

“My defense? I don’t think that’s really necessary.”

“Oh yes it is,” Kensi and Deeks said together. They shared a look.

“You’re not taking the blame for something you didn’t do,” Deeks told Rosa firmly.

“Thank you,” she whispered, offering him a grateful smile.

“That’s kind of our job.”

“Plus, Deeks loves a good reason to argue,” Kensi added.

“Ok, but please try not to scare Mr. Ruddell too badly,” Rosa requested.

“No promises,” Deeks said.

***

A/N: Once again, drawn from a real-life scenario. One time when I was getting ready to take an exam in undergrad, someone’s phone went off. The professor walked up to me and said my phone was ringing. I insisted it wasn’t and started to get my phone out to show him it was off, but whoever did have the ringing phone silenced it before I could. While I didn’t get kicked out, the professor gave me this knowing, judgy look.

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A/N: This takes place during episodes 12x07 "Overdue" through 12x09 "A Fait Accompli."

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December 2020- Brunswick, Georgia

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” 

Ex- NCIS Supervisory Special Agent and FLETC Trainer Benjamin Lowe pulls off his glasses in disbelief at the cadet file that sits at the top of the pile on his desk. He briefly rubs his eyes as he sits at the mahogany desk in his study, hoping that the name of the cadet and more importantly, that the operations manager and office of origin listed is either a mistake or his imagination. 

Applicant Office: NCIS- Southwest: Office of Special Projects, Los Angeles

Operations Manager: Admiral Hollace Kilbride/ Henrietta Lange: 

Applicant Name: Deeks, Martin Atticus 

What in the absolute hell? One of Hetty’s little pet projects got into FLETC? 

Lowe leans back in the chair and pulls the file into his lap. Henrietta Lange is a name he hasn’t heard a lot since retiring from NCIS and opting to teach at FLETC. He’s found it to be a gift, not having to deal with the woman who’d damn near got him killed in 1998 during an investigation in Djibouti and interrupted four of his investigations during the last fourteen years with her little team back in Los Angeles. 

And that  little pet project- the motor mouth had rambled incessantly during every bloody  investigation. When Lowe opens the file and sees the blue eyes, the cocky smirk and the messy blonde hair of Marty Deeks, he remembers his eye twitching during the last investigation while thinking- someone needs to chop off your damn hair.

Lowe’s eyes flicker over to the man’s age and he’s immediately tempted to break open the twenty-six year old scotch sitting in his bookshelf at the obvious gap between the cut off age and Deeks’ age.

“What kind of strings did that little psychopath pull to get you in?” Lowe mutters as he scans the recommendations from LAPD and various members of the Navy, Marines and even Interpol. “Blackmail? Money? Because my God- I’m not wasting time on-”

Reason for termination- Liaison position cut; budget cuts at LAPD

A small smile grows on Lowe’s face at the line at the bottom of the first page. “You sound like a desperate man in need of a job, Detective.” 

He flips the page and scans the first two paragraphs of the interview that had taken place a week prior. Nothing stands out at him- nothing screams out at him to give him answers to the question he needs. 

How did you get into FLETC- no, how did Henrietta get you in?

Lowe glances over to the remaining pages in the file and decides to shut the case and exhale. He replays the last time he’d crossed paths with Henrietta and her merry band of agents. 

“You screwed me, Lange. This is my-”

“Walk it off, Lowe. This investigation is mine."

He huffs in frustration again and makes his decision- Alright, Marty Deeks. You are going to be the shining example of what a FLETC and more importantly, a federal agent shouldn't ever look like. 

Lowe glances back over to the scotch and sighs, thinking- And I’m going to make sure everyone knows that everything and everyone Hetty touches is poison.

—-----

Federal Law Enforcement Training Center, Glynco- Brunswick, Georgia- January 2021

"So you're doing Advanced Interviewing? Cool, cool, cool- look, Deeks- there's something you need to know."

Fatima's warning, coming in the form of a nervous, rambling phone call, brings just fabulous news. 

Marty Deeks winces as he gingerly walks behind a group of cadets walking to classroom 226. He inhales and exhales every few steps as he fights off the pain from his sprained ribs and shoulder strain from an overzealous cadet during sparring. 

And now, Deeks thinks as he pauses in front of the classroom, I'm about to be taught by someone who hates me and Hetty. Great.

Deeks pushes the classroom door open and finds the room to have four rows of three desks each, all facing a broad shouldered older man writing something on the board. Deeks slides into the closest available seat in the back row. 

“Sit down,” Lowe grumbles. He continues to write out the full class name- Advanced Interviewing for Law Enforcement Investigators- on the board as he continues, “I only have you lot for five days and there is a hell of a lot to cover.”

And hopefully you don’t spend half of that picking on me, Deeks thinks. He quickly glances over to the other cadets, recognizing the arrogant ex- soldier mirroring Sam in his early days, the ex- FBI agent going through retraining and two cadets that could be twins scattered around in random desks throughout the room.

“So, let’s begin,” Lowe states. He steps towards the first row of desks and he begins to scan the group of students. “You all already have the basics for interviewing victims, witnesses and suspects but now we’re going to refine it with more techniques, more opportunities to practice those techniques and-”

Lowe stops just as his eyes fall on Deeks. The ex-detective looks down to his desk and waits for the impending comment. 

Briefly, after a few seconds pass, he has hope that Lowe will be professional. 

But of course, Lowe doesn’t. 

“But before we start,” Lowe says with a grin. He walks around the furthest corner desk and towards Deeks. “We have a unique case as a cadet here. A police detective who got in over the age limit."

Goddamn it, Deeks thinks. He sneaks a glance over to another cadet- Jameson or Johnson if he can remember correctly- who eyes him suspiciously. Lowe stops in front of Deeks’ desk and smiles down at him as if looking at a child. “Ladies and gentleman, I’ve worked with this man and he thinks everything is a goddamn joke.”

“Knew something was off,” the ex-soldier mutters under his breath. 

Deeks shakes his head and looks back up to Lowe. “It was a pleasure each time,” he replies through gritted teeth. 

“There’s that sense of humor,” Lowe counters and turns on his feet. “So let’s start this class with you all learning on what not to do when interviewing. Learn from someone who shouldn’t be here, by any means.” 

“And how is that…..sir?” 

Lowe pulls out a chair from an empty desk and turns it towards the class. “By answering a few questions. Sharing your own experience as a ‘liason’. Let’s go.”

This can’t be a thing, can it?  Deeks wonders as he rises to his feet and starts walking up to Lowe, feeling every pair of eyes on him. It’s a stark reminder- a flashback- of his sixth grade teacher who had paraded him up to the front of the class to try to catch him for not paying attention.

He had been paying attention and easily vindicated.

Or the time a Lieutenant Compton had paraded him in front of officers on his first day in the undercover unit as an example of ‘lawyer turned cop wannabe’. 

“Take a seat, superstar,” Lowe orders. He leans against his desk with crossed arms as Deeks sits in the chair. He opts to look straight ahead instead of on the crowd or Lowe.

He wants me to look uncomfortable. He wants to feed off of the power. 

“I’ve crossed paths with you four times, Detective-” Lowe states, “and every single time, you've seen to take things as a goddamn joke. Every time . And that proves that you've skated through this job without a scratch."

He’s underestimating me. Just like so many others have. Deeks shifts in his seat but keeps his eyes glued on the door. "I disagree…sir."

"Really now?" Lowe challenges. He kneels on Deeks' left side and scoffs, "What's the worst thing you've seen on the job?"

Deeks can’t tell what shocks him more- the unprofessionalism or the questions in itself. Even in the sessions with Nate and the NCIS psychologist Kilbride had required the team to go to a few months after his arrival, no’s ever asked that question. 

So Deeks opts for the only thing he can think of. “No.”

"Excuse me?"

“I’m not- I can’t answer that,” Deeks replies, “Your question is leading. Law enforcement officers are usually asked questions like that in therapy or intimate moments. My instinct with a question like that is to recall cases that were traumatic to me physically and or emotionally. So-"

"You got here on special treatment, " Lowe sneers. "What could possibly qualify-”

"You haven’t- Fine." Deeks leans forward and cups his hands together. "You need a cognitive restatement when doing a cognitive interview- think back to such and such and tell me what you hear, see, feel. I have to pick a case first."

In the corner of his eye, he can see a few of the cadets exchange looks. "Do you want something from the years of me going undercover in the LAPD, knowing that no one cared if I lived or died? I could recall the time where after being beaten for hours, my Lieutenant threw me an ice pack and threw me on another case right after? I did that for years- it'd take me a minute to pinpoint one."

Lowe holds out a hand to stop him but the ex- detective continues, as if on autopilot. He's numb as he continues to recall every traumatic moment that comes to mind. “I could do the times I’ve gone overseas to places like Syria and Iraq and put my life on the line to protect this country?" 

Behind him,  Lowe mutters, "You didn't- You never-"

Deeks feels himself shaking with anger but can’t bring himself to move. Instead, he takes a breath and says as calmly as possible, “I could recall the injuries myself and my team have experienced- the helicopter that nearly killed my wife and took her leg, the TBI I had from a rocket blowing us up in Mexico?”

Deeks drops his shoulders and finally looks back to Lowe. “Or do you want to hear the time when someone took me, tied  me down and drilled in my mouth! Because if you want a memory to start the conversation, I could focus on the sound of the drill or the feel of blood drying on my mouth and my neck from sitting in a room for hours after!” 

“Jesus,” a cadet in the front mutters under his breath. It pulls Deeks back into reality and he lets out a shaky breath. “Most importantly, in cognitive interviewing, you do not overwhelm the person you are interviewing as it will cloud the rapport and their recall. So am I done?”

After a few moments of silence, Deeks looks up to see Lowe staring him down blankly. He’s pale and unnerved as he takes a few steps back from Deeks and rubs his chin. 

“Fine. All of you can go. That’s it for the day.” Lowe mutters. He waves off and turns his away and Deeks doesn’t take another second before calmly rising from his chair and walking back towards the door. He’s the first one out of the room and takes an immediate beeline towards the closest empty classroom. 

Shutting the door behind him, Deeks puts his hands on his knees and mutters, “What the hell was that?”

He slides down to the ground and feels  his body continue to shake. What the hell just happened? What did I just do?

[glenncoco4]

Olé, Olé, Olé

A/N: Haven’t been on the baby train for awhile and I’m not completely yet but here’s a little something.

••••

“Well, that's officially it. Done with all law enforcement entities.” Placing the guns back in their rightful places, Deeks can feel his heart rate speed up a bit. It’s the feeling he fully expected when they decided to call it quits, full-on euphoria. And it’s absolutely amazing.

“It’s kinda weird. I thought I’d be more sad.”

He pulls the gate shut and turns around meeting his now former partner’s eyes. “You do realize you have tears in your eyes, right?”

“That’s not what that’s about.” She does her best to keep the strain out of her voice but fails once she sees the worry in his eyes. Those beautiful cerulean blues.

“Don’t tell me you changed your mind.”

The brunette shakes her head, letting the unshed tears slip from her eyes as he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her body into his. Her quickening heart rate immediately starts to slow down as his forehead meets hers. Releasing a calming breath, she’s finally able to get her words together.  “I didn’t. It’s just so much of our life has happened because of this place. I never expected any of it when I joined. My sole mission was to find my dad’s killer and now I’m walking away willingly, something my 20-year-old self never imagined, with a life I never in my wildest dreams could’ve conjured up.”

“You did good, baby. Your dad would be so proud of you.”

A small smile crosses her face. “Yeah.” Something about his words suddenly hit her in the chest, and she burrows her head in his chest letting all she’s feeling come out fully. “He’s gonna miss so much…already has.”

“Oh, baby.” The former investigator can feel tears well in his eyes as she continues to shake in his arms. Pulling her closer to him, he leaves no space between them. He knew it was gonna hit her hard eventually, but didn’t expect it today.

“You know sometimes I imagine what it would’ve been like when I introduced you to him.”

“If he’s wearing an old Touching Wood t-shirt and rocking a mullet wig when I step through the door we have the same image.”

She lets out a teary-eyed laugh as the snot dripping from her nose makes its way onto his t-shirt. “It’s like we have one mind.” She quickly sobers when a new wave of sadness crashes over her. “Then there’s our wedding day, him meeting Rosa and teaching her all the stuff he taught me and…”

“What?”

“Being in the waiting room, nervously tapping his foot right along with Granger and Killbride as they wait for the baby to be born.”

He pulls back, hands flying to her shoulders as he pulls her back at the same time. Brow furrowed he feels himself being to break out into a cold sweat. “Whose baby?”

“Kensi and Marty’s.” She nervously bites her lip as the confession leaves her lips and makes its way to his ears.

“Th-those are our names.”

“Wow, you are more than just a pretty blond with an ass that won’t quit.”

His bottom lip begins to quiver as he looks for any sign that he misheard her. They’re officially done with NCIS and the moment they are the love of his life is telling him they’re having a baby? Can’t be. “Are you sure?”

This time the tears falling from her eyes are paired with the brightest smile. “As sure as the 3 tests Fatima gave me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was on my way to when I realized what was going on but you weren’t back from your dad Hellcat joyride with Sam yet.”

“The one time he lets me drive for fun.” Deeks shakes his head at the timing but it doesn’t stop the smile from spreading to his face, that euphoric feeling back once again.

“How are you feeling?”

A smirk plays at the corner of his lips, eyes still glassy with unshed tears. “I can probably show you better than I can tell you.”

He wraps his arms around her waist once again, pulling her into him. Their lips but a breath apart.

“Not in the armory.” Her laugh suddenly switches to a moan and his lips find the lobe of her ear. “On the other hand, one last time wouldn’t hurt. Not like they can fire us.”

XXXX

4 years later

Kensi jumps up and erupts in a cheer as does the rest of the crowd when Rosa’s foot connects with the ball and it sails into the upper right corner right past the reach of the goalie.

“GOAL!!!!”

As their daughter celebrates with her team the brunette turns to her husband whose thrown their 3-year-old on his shoulders, both boys fists pumping in the air in excitement.

“Scoring for Yale in 89th minute, number 4 Rosa Deeks, assisted by number 13 Julie Williams.”

Deeks’ cerulean eyes meet her mismatched orbs, exchanging mirroring smiles. Uncurling his fingers, he directs his hand toward his wife, waiting for a high five as his mini-me does the same.  “Don’t leave me hanging, baby.”

“Yeah, mommy, don leab us hangin'.”

Shaking her head, as the whistle sounds the end of the game, she flashes her pearly whites at her husband connecting her hand with his, and after she connects with Michael’s he jumps towards her half throwing himself on his mom while his ankles are still locked in Deeks’ grip.

The former investigator huffs a laugh at the toddler's antics. “Hold on buddy.”

Once he lets go, Kensi cradles their boy in her arms and starts blowing raspberries on his tiny cheek making him erupt with laughter. He’ll never get enough of this. His mind briefly flashes to the day this beautiful, albeit sketchy brunette walked in on his op. Never in a million years did he think they’d end up here.

“Final score Connecticut Huskies 3 and your Yale Bulldogs 4. Thank you for coming out tonight and drive safely. We’ll see you for the next game this Thursday when your Bulldogs take on Cornell for the Ivy League Conference championship.”

Kensi senses Deeks eyes on her and stops her assault on their boy. She looks up, meeting his eyes and it suddenly feels like they’re back in that moment in the boat shed confessing nothing but really everything. So much trust and dare she say love swarming in both of their eyes. It all led to this…every single moment they’re shared together and apart.

They’re so lost in the other they don’t see Rosa run up with Julie until she’s calling after her brother.

“Mikey!”

“Sissy!”

Michael all but jumps out of his mom’s arms and into his sister’s outstretched ones. His tiny arms wrapping around her neck in a big hug. “You did good.”

She places a kiss on his cheek with a smile. “Thank you, bubba.”

Kensi’s heart melts more and more each time she sees them together knowing her husband feels the same. What started out in a gym got them to this. Life is…wild.

The pair exchange high fives with Julie and hugs with Rosa once Michael loosens his grip.

“You girls played an amazing game.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Deeks.”

Before Deeks can say anything one of the girls’ teammates call out to them, coaxing them to come back over. Nodding Rosa looks at her brother who’s already shaking with anticipation when he sees the soccer ball at her feet. “You wanna go kick the ball around?”

The 3-year-old pulls out the puppy eyes that are all Martin Atticus Deeks and makes sure to give a does to both his parents. “Pwease?”

“Go on.” Kensi huffs a laugh as his hazel eyes light up in excitement and flings himself from his sister’s grasp, hightailing it to the middle of the pitch.

As they run off onto the field Deeks wraps his arm around his wife’s shoulders, pulling her into his side, and places a kiss on the top of her head, taking in her scent. “Mmm. Sunshine and Cheetos. Two of my favorite things.”

“You can thank your son for the Cheetos.”

He huffs a laugh and places another kiss on the top of her head. The feel of her body shaking against his makes him grow curious until he looks up and sees their boy practicing his celebration goal as he gets one past Julie.

He can’t wipe the huge grin off his face when she turns into his chest, burrowing her face into him trying to muffle her terrifying cackle. “And you said we’d never end up happy together.”

Her laughter quickly dies off as she tilts her head back, eyes meeting as she closes the distance between their lips. “Touche.”

[romancemedia]

At this point I think Season 5 of Magnum PI is officially my favourite season of the show cause it's just so great to finally see Thomas and Juliet as a couple. It's such a treat to see them form a strong romantic relationship together with a very bright future ahead. I couldn't be happier for them.

For most TV couples, you spend so long rooting and waiting for them to get together during the whole "Will They? Won't They?" game and the waiting can be torture at times, but it's all worth in the end to finally see them end up together. For the most part by the time the power couple are finally official, the show ends and thus the relationship afterwards is never shown.

I don't mind and accept that's the situation most of the time, but on the rare occasions when there's another season and we get see them as an actual couple, it's even better and brings more joy than I could ever express or imagine. I don't think I could ever find the right words to describe just how EXTREMELY happy I am to see Thomas and Juliet together as a couple. It's a true honor and pleasure after all this time.

And it's not just them, but a few special others I've felt in the past. These are the couples I'm most grateful to have gotten to see their full love stories from beginning to end. From the day they met to the day they achieved their happy ending.

Thomas Magnum and Juliet Higgins (Magnum PI)

Elena Gilbert and Damon Salvatore (The Vampire Diaries)

Kensi Blye and Marty Deeks (NCIS Los Angeles)

Lucifer Morningstar and Chloe Decker (Lucifer)

Emma Swan and Killian Jones (Once Upon a Time)

Richard Castle and Kate Beckett (Castle)

For these couples it was so worth it to watch their love stories unfold and I hope there are more great love stories like that to come soon.

[imaginingyourfandom]

“Theme night? Seriously, you want me to throw a theme night?” Deeks asked in disbelief. Honestly, part of him could not understand why he had asked you for advice.

You rolled your eyes at his tone, “Yes, theme night. You need to establish a relationship with the community that means catering to certain needs. That means, having a night for for different people. It’s going to be fun, just trust me.”

“This trust might just get me killed.”

Requested By Anonymous

[imagines4thesoul]

Marty Deeks

NCIS LA

LABEL/WARNING: fluff

You and Deeks had a strange relationship. You would fight one minute and the next you would be joking around and flirting. Callen and Sam were always on Deeks about what was going on between the two of you and Deeks honestly had no idea.

“Dude, when are you and y/n gonna date already!?” Sam asked Deeks, Callen hiding around the corner distracting you from the boys’ conversation.

“Uh, well that’s funny cause we’re very close, obviously. But it’s more of a brother and sister relationship. I think” Deeks replied awkwardly, making hand gestures to comfort himself.

“Well why don’t you just ask her?” Sam replied, smirking. Enjoying the flustered surf grom before him.

“No I will not and you can’t make me” Deeks said in a hostile way, pointing at Sam, whom had his arms up in a surrendering way.

“I will not dare contaminate anything we have going for us. Y/n and I will figure it out on our own!”

“What are we figuring out on our own” you asked the blonde man, Callen clearly not talking to you for long enough.

“Uh well you see.” Deeks mumbled awkwardly trying to come up with an idea of what to say to you.

[campbellstruts]

They’re the best and I love them (NCIS)

[stanathanxoox]

Lips

gif is mine

Thank you to @creativepromptsforwriting for these prompts; Twenty-Fourth Day of Gift-Giving: Twenty-Four Touches. There will be more of these fics to come as they are a work in progress but I hope you like what I have so far

Stanathanxoox

Tracing the other’s lips with their finger – Marty Deeks x reader

The two of you lay next to each other, wrapped in each others embrace. It was the first time in more than six weeks that the two of you had been able to get this close to one another due to the LAPD pulling Marty back to the police department for a case that was deemed to be a higher priority than the ones that had come through the NCIS office. You had also spent the last two and a half weeks in isolation due to your personal relationship to Marty and his involvement in the case that he was working which meant that you team had been down two of it’s members. Now though, you were soaking up each and every single second of time spent in his arms. And it seemed Marty was doing the same thing with you. He reached out after placing a gentle kiss on your lips and gently traced your lips with his fingers and you smiled as his warm fingers kept up the movement against your lips.

“I love you Y/N” he whispers and you smile

“I love you too Marty” you reply, pulling him closer to your body.

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[ejzah]

I’m just imagining Deeks in a couple years at some social function. He runs into an old acquaintance and says, let me introduce you to my family, pointing across the room to Kensi, Rosa, and a little one year old with his hair and Kensi’s eyes. It’s one of his favorite things.

[densi-mber]

He Plays the Violin

If someone had told 20 year old Marty Deeks that one day he would be sitting on the couch with his girlfriend, watching a rebroadcast of a symphony, he would have scoffed. Yet here he sat, happily doing just that. It had taken a little coaxing to convince Kensi, but now she seemed enthralled by the performance.

During a particularly lively version of Rhapsody in Blue, Kensi nudged his shoulder with her elbow. “You know, something you’ve never shown me—?”

“Can’t be much at this point,” Deeks interrupted, speaking over the music. “I’m pretty sure I’ve shown you everything I’ve got.” He winked at Kensi, just in case she didn’t get the innuendo.

“Yes, it’s very impressive,” Kensi said, pausing to give him a once over. “That’s not what I’m talking about though. It’s something more skill-based.”

“Oh, I’ve got all kinds of skills.” Deeks grinned at Kensi’s groan.

“Deeks, stop it.”

Shifting to face her, he adopted a serious expression. “Sorry, go on.”

Inhaling shallowing, Kensi pressed her palms together. He couldn’t imagine what was about to say.

“Remember when you mentioned taking violin lessons?” she asked.

“Yeeees. Why?”

“Well, this concert reminded me that you’ve never played for me.”

“Kensi—”

“Baby, please?”

“I’m not that good,” Deeks protested, even as Kensi looked at him pleadingly. “I haven’t had a lesson in years.”

“But you’ve played since then, right?”

“Yeah,” he admitted reluctantly. Smoothing her hand up through his hair, Kensi cupped one of his cheeks.

“Hey, I won’t push it anymore if you really don’t want to, but I would really love to hear you play,” she said, which was remarkably convincing.

“Fine.” Sighing, Deeks pushed himself off the couch, heading for his bedroom. He felt Kensi’s eyes on him the entire way.

Even though he didn’t play regularly, he still kept his violin in good condition and stored it along with some other fragile items in his closet. When he came out a few minutes later with the violin tucked under his arm and the bow in his other hand, Kensi sat up, clapping her hands together in delight.

Deeks gave her a wry look, tucking a leg under him as he sat down. He plucked a couple strings, lowering his head in concentration. He spent a several minutes tuning the strings, adjusting the little knobs on either side. When he was reasonably satisfied with the sound, he turned to face Kensi again, and found her watching him.

“To reiterate, it’s been a few years since I even touched this, so listen at your own risk,” he warned Kensi one final time, tucking the violin under his chin, and bringing the bow up.

He chose a piece he’d taught himself in high school. The first few drags of the bow across the strings were a little rough, but he quickly fell into the rhythm, relaxing as motor memory took over. He closed his eyes, leaning into the emotion of the music, letting certain notes swell while other were softer and more subtle.

He played the final note, drawing the bow back slowly to end, and opened his eyes again. Kensi stared back at him, her lips slightly parted, her expression stunned.

“Sorry, guess I got a little caught up in the music,” he said, feeling oddly embarrassed. “My teacher always complained about that. Didn’t remember the audience.”

“No, Deeks, that was—that was beautiful,” Kensi quickly assured him. “I’ve never heard that song before.”

“It’s called “Ashokan Farewell”.

“It’s beautiful.” She leaned forward suddenly, cupping his face as she kissed him fervently. Deeks moved the violin out of crushing range. When Kensi pulled back, there was a fiery gleam in her eyes. “That was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen,” she told him, fingers slowly, but sure,y moving down his chest.

“Yeah, Mrs. Kayler definitely never said that,” he joked, a little breathless with Kensi’s unexpected response.

Sliding off the couch, Kensi took his hand, tugging him with her. Deeks started to set the violin to the side, but she shook her head.

“No, bring it with,” she said, guiding him back towards his bedroom.

***

A/N: “Ashokan Farewell” is a piece written by Jay Ungar and featured in several of Ken Burns’ documentaries.

Title taken from the song of the same name from the musical “1776”.

[indestinatus]

You don't recognize this? Yeah, Uma Thurman wore the same thing in Kill Bill.

NCIS LA 7x05 // Blame It On Rio

+ bonus

[orionares]

BTHB: Painful Wound Cleaning

BTHB: Painful Wound Cleaning

NCIS: Los Angeles 

@badthingshappenbingo

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A/N: Tried a different route with the prompt.....

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"Hello….Gordon."

It's the first time in decades since he's called his father something other than dad. The last and only other time had been at the age of ten in the midst of an attempt to de-escalate an argument between Gordon and his mother. 

Now, the use of his father's first name comes nearly forty years later  on a cool April night. Marty Deeks tucks his hands in his jacket pocket as he turns the corner onto his old childhood street. He enjoys the quiet as he walks and imagines the alcohol induced stagger of his father walking next to him, hissing- you know goddamn well tha' you don't call me that, brat.

"My daughter," the use of referring to Rosa as his daughter feels weird, "called me dad today. And I-uh-"

He stops in his tracks, nervously scratches the top of his head and admits, "It was terrifyingly beautiful."

The image of Gordon John Brandel peers at him in disgust, swaying slightly while on his feet. You want a goddamn medal for that? You want me to hug you and tell you I'm proud of you or something? - the mental image sneers, triggering a shiver from Deeks. The Investigator turns his head slightly away from the image and begins a brisk walk down the street.

Look at you. Runnin' when things get hard, boy? 

"I need you out," Deeks answers. He feels eleven years old again as he walks in his navy blue sweater and blonde hair rustling from the cool breeze. "I need you out of my head because I'm a…I'm a parent now and I can't be- I can't be-"

Weak- Brandel's voice booms in the back of his mind. The forty year old memory of Brandel's belly laugh, low and brash, rings in his ears. Deeks shuts his eyes and breathes out through pursed lips.

"I can't have you in my head anymore," the Investigator corrects. "I can't have you being at the tip of my conscience, ready to eat me alive every time I doubt myself when it comes to being a parent. Especially not after today."

Today, more specifically eleven hours ago, when Rosa had called him dad. Twice. 

"Your parents are so cool, Rosa."

"They are until they do the things like run background checks on half of the boys in my class! My dad used to be a cop and freaked out over Steven sending me flowers."

Outside her room, he had stopped, briefly smirking at the absolute right he had to run a check on Steven. Especially after sending $150 in flowers to the house.

It then dawned on him- Did she just say 'my dad'?

Rosa, likely on video chat with her newest best friend Cecilia, had followed up with-'' That's just how dads are. So overprotective. My birth dad freaked out when Fernando Diego gave me a flower and called me 'Rosita' and now Deeks is doing the exact same thing."

The second time- that's just how dads are- had paralyzed him. His heart skips a beat even now as he recalls standing in the hallway, unable to move for one of the longest thirty seconds of his life. 

"You don't deserve that title," Deeks mutters under his breath towards the conjured image of his father. The looming image is no longer swaying on his feet, black out drunk but now somehow larger and looming like a storm cloud. 

And you do?-  the image snarls- you've just started and you know what they always say- like father, like son-

His cellphone suddenly chirps and he stops in his tracks to pull out the phone from his jacket pocket. On instinct, he knows there are only two two reasons for a phone call in the middle of the night- a case or Kensi.

"Come back to your truck," Kensi says as soon as he presses the phone to his ear. 

"How'd you know I'd be here?" Deeks replies, his voice unexpectedly hoarse. 

"Because I know you and I had a feeling. How far are you?"

Deeks glances up to the stop sign a few feet away. Even in the darkness, he recognizes exactly which intersection he's standing at. "Give me 5 minutes?"

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"How'd you find me?" 

Kensi's leaning against the front of the Audi, parked next to his new Ford F-150 navy blue truck, as he approaches. He knows the answer to his question already; however, his question comes as a cushion to soften her likely first  question  to be asked- why are you walking around your old neighborhood in the middle of the night?

"I have my ways," Kensi replies with a soft chuckle. She pushes herself off of the hood and wraps her arms around him. He settles into her warmth, choosing to tuck his head into the crook of her neck. "What happened?"

"I just needed…" Deeks pulls back and blinks away the unexpected tears forming in his eyes, "I don't know- somewhere to get perspective, I guess."

She tilts her head back to meet his eyes. "Perspective on what? It's…2:15 in the morning." 

Deeks rests his nose against her forehead and lets out a sigh. He hesitates, feeling uneasy to use the word 'dad' aloud. The constructed image of his father, which had disappeared during his walk back to the Audi, reappears behind the Audi, once again sober and scowling.

"Rosa…she-uh- called me dad," He admits, "when she was on the phone with her friends earlier. I overheard her say it and-"

Kensi tilts her head back and cups his chin in her hand. "And it was overwhelming."

"Honestly, Kens- it scared the hell out of me," Deeks admits. "I panicked, thought of Dad and somehow ended up here." His eyes flicker to the left, behind both vehicles to see Brandel smirk at him.

The familiar amused smirk he'd flash during anytime his son attempted to protect his mother.

"I have to let him go," Deeks whispers, his voice unexpectedly wavering. "He's in my head and he-he's fueling that doubt I have about being a parent. And- how do I let him go, Kens?"

Kensi sighs, eyeing him worriedly for a long beat. "Maybe….maybe you let him go by healing."

He steps back from her, expecting for a follow up. Instead, Kensi smiles at him and explains, "You are so much better than what Brandel could ever be as a father."

"Kens-" 

She closes the gap between them and squeezes his hand. "Look, what is the one thing you want to do right now?"

The memory of Rosa in tears from laughing during their movie night a few days prior brings a warmth to his heart so encompassing he can't describe it. "I want to go home," he admits, "and hug our kid. And see if Amazon Prime has teenage sized bubble wrap."

Kensi snorts and rolls her eyes. "We are not  bubble wrapping our kid. Baby, you are not like your dad and you never will be."

In the corner of his eyes, he can see the constructed image of his father sneering and muttering- don't listen to her, boy. You will end up just like me. 

"I cant-" Deeks drops his head and huffs in frustration. "I'm trying but Kens, I feel like I'm stuck in a loop, you know? I know I wo- can't turn out like him but then my confidence breaks and I'm back here again. How do I get it to stop?"

"Maybe- '' Kensi's mismatched brown eyes narrow as she pauses, "-maybe we can go talk to someone. Someone that can help you see the things that I see in you."

He doesn't flinch, nor does a joke to evade the topic come to mind. Instead, Deeks inhales and exhales, allowing an unexpected emotion washing over him. His eyes flicker back over to the left, expecting to see his father again.

And sees nothing.

Blinking away newly forming tears,  Deeks tearfully asks, "And what's that?"

"A good man, a wonderful father," Kensi wipes away a fallen tear from his cheek, "and someone who with so much love, grace and so much heart. Ok?"

Deeks nods as another tear falls. "Ok."

[wanna-be-bold]

I'm just imagining Arkady coming into the bar late at night to see Callen but meets Roberta as she's trying to close up and she yells at him until he charms her and lets him in.

Later Callen comes down to look for Arkady and just finds an empty vodka bottle, Arkady bling, and a very non-Arkady like earring. He realizes what happened and knows Deeks can never know about it which is when he walks through the door looking for his mom who was supposed to meet them for dinner...