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A/N: Bates returns with an intriguing offer for Deeks. Set post series finale and assumes Deeks resigned before the twins were born.

***

I’ll Make You an Offer

The doorbell rang mid-afternoon while Deeks was washing a load of dishes. He hurried to answer it before whoever it was rang again and woke the twins from their nap. They’d been sleeping pretty well the last couple of months, but he still didn’t want to risk it.

When he opened the door to find Roger Bates on his porch, he blinked twice in surprise, then automatically checked for signs of armed men of imminent catastrophe. The immediate area was unoccupied though, aside from their elderly neighbor walking her cat.

“Bates. Please tell me you didn’t come to abduct me again.” Deeks held out a hand, which Bates shook with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

“That was a special circumstance,” Bates assured him. “I promise I’m not here for any nefarious reasons.”

“Oh, well then come on in,” Deeks said, stepping to the side. Bates followed him back into the kitchen, where he stood for a few moments, before settling at the small table.

“It’s been a while,” he commented. He looked ill at ease and vaguely out of place in such a domestic setting. Actually, Deeks couldn’t remember if Bates had even set foot in this house, let along any other since he stopped living in crappy little apartments.

“Yeah, it has,” Deeks agreed. He finished emptying the sink of the last few dishes, gesturing to Bates. “You want a drink? We’ve got water, juice, beer. Milk.”

“Did you really just offer me milk, Deeks?” Bates gave him an incredulous and disgusted look.

Deeks shrugged it off; it was nice to know he could still push his old boss’s buttons even after a few years away. It would be nicer still if Bates’ presence didn’t usually mean something unpleasant.

“Hey, I live in a house with two babies under the age of one. Milk is a constant. And also surprisingly soothing at night.”

“I’ll have a beer,” Bates grumbled. “And don’t make it one of those hipster ones with the coffee or peanut butter in it.”

“One non-hipster beer dining right up.” Digging around, Deeks came out with a Heineken, cracked the top, and set it down in front of him. Bates took a drink and grunted his approval.

Deeks spun a chair around backwards and sat down facing Bates. “Ok, so why don’t you tell me why you’re here. As much as our relationship improved from our early days, and I like to think that you consider me the son you never had, you’re not really the type for spur-of-the-moment visits just for fun.”

“Still saying saying ten times as many words as you have to,” Bates said, but he almost sounded fond. If the man was capable of such a thing.

“Well, now I’ve got kids, and the experts say talking to them is great for language development. So it’s really the responsible thing to do as a parent,” Deeks responded, leaning on his crossed forearms. “Now quit avoiding my question.”

“You’re still damn annoying.”

“You sweet talker.” Deeks offered Bates a wry smirk that never failed to tick him off in the past.

“Fine.” With a glare that suggested Deeks had taken the last doughnut or stolen his parking spot, Bates started talking. “LAPD is in serious need of experienced officers and detectives. Particularly in the undercover unit—”

“Roger,” Deeks sighed, but Bates held up a hand.

“You didn’t let me finish. The department is willing to offer you a significant promotion. They want you back.”

“Forgetting the fact that they axed my liaison position with NCIS and then furloughed me for months,” Deeks reminded him wryly.

“What do you want, an apology?” Bates asked.

“No. I’m just pointing out how the tables have turned. Also, I think that would be super awkward. Don’t you?”

Sighing again, Bates regarded him without any of the performative contempt. “It would come with a significant increase in salary as well. The department wants you back and you’re not working for the feds anymore.”

“No, I’m not,” Deeks murmured softly.

“So, what do you say?”

Deeks considered the question for a moment, even though he’d known what his response would be from the moment Bates introduced the topic.

“I appreciate the offer, but no. I left NCIS for a reason. I can’t even imagine going back to the undercover unit, even with more seniority. I enjoy living without that kind of fear,” he said seriously. Bates’ eyes widened at his honesty.

“Wow, you really have changed from the risk-taking lone wolf I knew.”

“I’ve got Kensi, three kids, and a house we own. Yeah, I’ve changed.” Deeks chuckled. So much had changed, and for the better.

“You sure you don’t want to think about it for a few days. Run it by Blye?” Bates offered, though based on his expression he knew it wasn’t going to make a difference.

“Nope. Now, you can hang around if you want. I need to start dinner before the twins wake up,” Deeks said, pushing up off his chair. “You don’t strike me as a man who enjoys babies, but Sophia and Caleb would love the attention.”

“Not a chance in hell, Deeks,” Bates told him with a grimace. “You seem happy. Good for you.”

“Thank you.”

“It would be a lot easier though if you were divorced.”

“Touching, sir.”

Shaking his head, Bates walked himself out of the kitchen. “You take care of your family, Deeks.”

“It was good to see you too!” Deeks called after him.

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A Gesture of my Affection

A/N: You know I had to do it.

***

“Is this Martin Atticus Deeks?”

“Yes,” Deeks replied, instantly on alert at the sound of his full name over the phone. “Who is this?”

“I’m Charles Westhaven of Westhaven and Moore Financial,” the man explained. “I’m calling in reference to your account—”

“Sorry to interrupt you, but I don’t have any accounts with your company. I never have.”

“Well, unfortunately, our records show that you do. If you wish to close it out, you’ll have to come down to our office and fill out some forms.”

“All right, when can I come?” Deeks asked, hoping this wasn’t some plot that ended in him getting kidnapped.

***

Deeks arrived at the Westhaven and Moore Financial building Monday morning. He was ushered into an office almost immediately, by Charles Westhaven himself.

“I’m afraid I got you under slightly false pretenses,” he said once Deeks was seated in a deep cushioned chair.

“Oh here we go,” Deeks muttered. He glanced around for a possible weapon, eyeing the stapler and heavy ceramic paperweight on Westhaven’s Deeks.

“The account I mentioned is actually a trust in your name,” Westhaven continued, oblivious to Deeks’ plans. “Initiated by Anatoli Kirkin.”

“Excuse me?” Deeks said, startled out of his scheming. Anatoli Kirkin has been dead for more than two years.”

“Yes, I’m aware. A few years before he passed, Mr. Kirkin started the fund. He added to it regularly until his death, and it’s been accruing interest the entire time.”

“This is unbelievable.”

“Yes, it can be overwhelming to suddenly come into so much money,” Westhaven agreed, apparently mistaking the source of Deeks’ disbelief. “I understand you’re an attorney, but I do want to make certain you know the terms of this trust. Today we’ll sign the forms to make you the custodian of the trust. You may withdraw a specified amount each fiscal year and the rest is to remain until any and all of your children attend a higher institution.”

“Woah, woah, woah, back up a step,” Deeks said, holding up a hand. “So, not only did Kirkin set up a fund in my name, but he also included my children? I didn’t even have any kids when he passed.”

“Mr. Kirkin wanted any children you should have to be well-provided for. He thought you might have some difficulty accepting his other bequests, which is why he set up the account in this way.”

“Yeah, no. That makes perfect sense.”

Westhaven smiled sympathetically. “I know it’s a lot to take in. I’ll give you a few moments to consider everything while I retrieve the paperwork and the the safety deposit box Mr. Kirkin left in our care for you.”

“Of course there’s a safety deposit box,” Deeks sighed, rubbing his temples.

***

“So, what do we do with this?” Kensi asked, staring at the financial papers Deeks brought home from Westhaven and Moore.

Deeks, Kensi, and Rosa sat around the coffee table, discussing the latest development in the Anatoli Kirkin Saga.

“I have no idea.”

“I mean, this is technically dirty money, right?”

“Almost certainly,” Deeks confirmed. He shook his head, thinking back to the various shenanigans Kirkin had gotten into. “You know, I came to…like that odd little man, as disturbing and as obsessive as he could be, but damn if he isn’t still causing me problems from beyond the grave. Wasn’t leaving me his empire enough?”

“His empire?” Rosa repeated. “What does that mean?”

“After Kirkin died, he left Deeks all his criminal ventures. In the process, his employees abducted Deeks,” Kensi explained.

“Oh mi dios. And you liked this man?”

“It was more of a love-hate relationship. More love on Kirkin’s side.” Deeks cleared his throat. “It’s hard to explain.”

“Why don’t you open the box,” Kensi suggested, gesturing to the safety deposit box displayed in the very center of the table.

Deeks hadn’t dared open it in front of Westhaven after Kirkin’s past “gifts”. He eyes it dubiously, hesitating with the keys in one hand. Drawing in a deep breath, he grabbed the box, inserted both keys and gingerly lifted the lid.

Inside were several items, a thick envelope on the very top. Deeks took that out first, breaking the wax seal—even in death, Kirkin was over-the-top—and pulling out multiple sheets of thick paper.

“My Dear Marty,

I hope this letter finds you well. As always, your interests have been of the most importance to me. You may not agree with some of my methods, such as when I attempted to rescue you on the morning of your wedding (an act fully borne of love).

“Oh good lord,” Deeks groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose and then ruffling his hair. “If Kirkin actually pops out at some point, I’m leaving.”

“He tried to stop your wedding,” Rosa said, turning to Deeks with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes,” Kensi confirmed wryly. “He held a lot of affection for Deeks. It all started in a bathhouse.”

“Moving on!” Deeks said, clearing his throat again to drown out any details Kensi might slip.

He skimmed over the parts of the letter detailing Kirkin’s fond memories of said bathhouse and other moments Deeks would rather forget.

“As an extension, I wish to provide for your family in some way. Your lovely Kensi and any future children that may bless your home.

Please accept these resources as a token of my affection.

Anatoli Kirkin”

P.S. I have also included a few more keepsakes.

“Whelp, that tracks,” Deeks commented, folding the letter back up and jamming it back into the envelope.

“Oh, I bet I know what at least one of these is,” Kensi said with far too much glee for Deeks’ liking.

“Ok, calm down.” He paused to give her a look, and she pressed her lips together, adopting a suitably abashed expression. Satisfied, he turned his attention to the box again and started sifting through the remaining contents.

The next packet contained five medals emblazoned with the patron saint of children. “I guess Kirkin assumed we’d have a big family.” He handed one to Rosa, who accepted it with a smile.

“That’s sweet. What else is there.”

“Uh, some jewelry, a lifetime subscription to a bathhouse—lovely, and—damn it,” he grumbled, trying to conceal the final item, but Kensi was too fast. She snatched it out of his hand, grinning at the small framed painting.

“Oh my god, yes! This is perfect,” she said.

As far as Kirkin portraits went it was fairly benign and in good taste. Starting at mid-shoulder, the image of Deeks looked head-on, head slightly cocked, and a content smile playing at his lips.

“Is that a picture of you, Marty?” Rosa leaned forward to get a better look.

“Yes, yes it is, Rosa.”

“It’s actually very good. I wonder who drew it.”

“We don’t need to delve into that at all.” Deeks shook his head firmly, futilely trying to take it from Kensi.

“Wait, I think I see a tiny A and K,” Rosa continued. She looked at Deeks with a curious expression, one brow raised. “So this man drew a portrait of you?”

“Oh, it wouldn’t be the first time,” Kensi said in the undertone. She gave Deeks a sly look, raising an eyebrow. “At least this one is suitable for mixed company.”

“I think I need to hear this bathhouse story,” Rosa decided.

“Someone shoot me, please,” Deeks begged. “And don’t even think of adding that to your collection,” he added to Kensi, who hastily slipped the portrait out of her pocket.

***

A/N: As always, rest in peace to Kirkin and Ravil Isyanov who portrayed him.

This story contains elements of canon as well as references to details created for other stories of mine.

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I would love a tv show based on Hetty’s origin story. It could follow Hetty’s OG team during the Cold War. It could have a young Owen Granger, young AJ Chegwidden, Sterling Bridges, Harris Keane, and Charles Langston.

My idea is that it opens with modern Hetty telling the story before she dies, maybe tired of all the secrets. The show could focus on the Clandestine Unit.

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You are the only woman that Harm has ever let drive his 1969 Cherry Red Corvette ‘Betty’. He’s away six months out of the year and you are the only person he trusts to give her a run around to keep the engine tipping over.

“Drive her to work a couple of days a week or take her out at the weekend.” He requests as he hands over the keys before his latest deployment.

“I’ll make sure to keep your darling happy.” You tease as you place the keys in the drawer by the front door. “Just make sure to keep this darling happy too.”

He smiles at you then with that wolfish grin of his before he takes you bed.

“How’s my baby doing?” He asks when he calls a month later from the USS Allegiance.

You’re standing outside in the sun back in Washington. You have his aviators perched on your head, pushing back your loose hair as you sit inside the Corvette in the parking lot at work.

“Do you mean me or the car?” You ask him and he can’t help but laugh.

“Why not both?” He responds as he adjusts the picture he has beside his bunk. It’s the one of you leaning against the Chevy in nothing but a denim shorts and a white vest top. It had been taken a couple of months ago when he’d told you about the deployment.

“Let me give you something to think about while you’re away.” You’d whispered in his ear, as your fingers curled in his hair. “Any fantasy, anything that’s going to keep you thinking of me when you’re away.”

“There is one thing…” He’d said.

He’s always had a thing for pretty girls and fast cars.  

You’d fulfilled that fantasy and then some. You’re the only woman he’s ever fucked in the Corvette. If that isn’t love, he doesn’t know what it is.

“Have you given any thought to the other thing we talked about?” He asks you as he sits down on the edge of his rig and runs his hand through his dark hair.

“I have.” You say quietly, looking at the antique engagement ring on your finger, the one Harm had left on your nightstand the morning before he left.

“Just think about it.” He’d whispered as he’d smoothed the hair away from your sleepy features. “There’s no pressure.”

“I’ve given it a lot of thought.” You tell him, your thumb chasing over the pretty silver band.  “And I think I’m ready to marry you Captain Rabb.”

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Collateral Damage, Part 8

***

Since they were in the middle of nowhere, and Kensi wasn’t in immediate danger, Deeks had driven her to the closest hospital rather than wait for an ambulance. The entire ride over, Deeks he’d felt a conflicting mixture of relief and fear. He trusted Kensi’s assessment of her health, yet wouldn’t feel easy until both she and the twins were checked out.

Of course, first they’d had to wait for backup to take possession of the man Deeks incapacitated.

Now, they waited once again to be seen by a doctor. The fact that Kensi was pregnant and had a head wound had pushed her first in line for a CT scan, but not to the head of the line. Once she was finished with the scan, a nurse gave Kensi an ice pack, and deposited them in a cubicle.

That had been 45 minutes ago.

Since Kensi seemed reluctant to be apart, Deeks had kicked off his shoes, and lain down, letting her use him as a human pillow. Kensi hadn’t complained once—of course she hadn’t—but Deeks could tell she was uncomfortable. At the very least, they had a full bed.

He felt Kensi relax a little more, her hands going slack on his chest. “Hey baby, you gotta stay awake,” he told her softly.

“I’m so tired,” she murmured, head pillowed on his arm.

“I know, but we need to find out how bad your concussion is before you can. I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s ok. You’re always—” she paused to yawn hugely. “Always looking out for me.”

“Mm. That’s kind of my job,” he said, rubbing her back just as her stomach made a noise. “You hungry?”

“Kind of. Also a little nauseous. But the thought of hospital food or whatever they have in the vending machines isn’t appealing.”

“I could sneak out and find you some ice cream or a possible,” he offered, and Kensi chuckled sleepily.

“My hero. I don’t want you to get kicked out.”

“I’ll be careful.”

Before he could act on that plan, there was a knock on the wall outside the cubicle, and a doctor entered, rolling an ultrasound machine along with her. Deeks hastily, slid out of the bed, taking one of the chairs off to the side.

“Hi, I’m Doctor McCormick. I understand you were in a work related incident,” the doctor said, and Kensi nodded.

Any exhaustion and calm disappeared in an instance as Kensi sat up, her fingers twining together.

“I was knocked out. I think I have a mild concussion, but I’m more concerned about my pregnancy. I’m approximately thirteen weeks along with twins,” she explained.

“Right, that’s what I see in your chart.” The doctor took the rolling stool and faced Kensi, her expression compassionate. “Are you experiencing any abdominal pain, bleeding, or other unusual symptoms?”

“No. I’m nauseous, but that’s been off and on for a few weeks. Not to mention the concussion.”

“Ok, well that’s good. I’m going to do an ultrasound just to confirm,” she said, prepping the machine. Kensi’s face fell, and the doctor hurried to reassure her. “This is just precautionary. I don’t want you to worry for without reason.”

Kensi reached for Deeks’ hand, squeezing tightly as Dr. McCormick pressed the ultrasound wand to her abdomen. Despite the doctor’s assurances, he could feel Kensi’s anxiety mounting. The pulse in her wrist fluttered rapidly under his thumb, her shoulders tensed and drawn towards her ears.

“Hey, it’s ok,” Deeks whispered in her ear, rubbing small circles into her skin.

“Ok, I see Baby A and Baby B,” Dr. McCormick interrupted gently, pressing the wand firmly over Kensi’s skin. “They both appear healthy, the placentas look good, and I don’t see any internal damage.” She shifted the wand and a soft whooshing filled the room. “And we have two strong heartbeats.”

“Oh thank god,” Kensi gasped, pressing her free hand against her mouth and collapsing into Deeks. He let out a relieved sound of his own, kissing the side of her head.

The doctor smiled kindly at them, cleaning up the equipment. “We’re going to run a few more tests to be sure, but assuming your CT scan is clear, I think you should be able to go home tonight. I’ll be back in a little while to answer any questions.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Deeks said fervently.

“Of course. Congratulations.”

“We’re ok,” Kensi repeated, almost like she didn’t believe it.

“Yeah, you are.” Deeks climbed back up on the bed, and Kensi immediately flung her arms around him.

“I was really scared out there,” she admitted, her lower lip trembling slightly. “It’s not just me anymore.” Her hand dropped to her stomach, and Deeks covered it. “I keep telling myself that I can keep going for a little bit longer, but this was so awful.”

“Me too. I was terrified every second you were missing. I might have gone a little crazy on one of the guys back at the house,” he said.

Kensi’s lip quirked slightly, and she reached over with her other hand to clumsily rub his knee. “I would expect nothing less.” She pressed a kiss to his arm, shifting upwards so she could lay her head on his chest.

At another time, he would have mentioned leaving. How they’d talked about getting out before they ran out of luck and today proved his point. Instead, he stayed silent. He was just happy to be together, everyone in one piece.

“I think I need a break after this,” Kensi murmured several minutes later, her face smashed against Deeks’ chest. “A long break.”

“I could use a vacation,” he agreed. “How long are we talking?”

Kensi shrugged. “A few weeks. Maybe months. We’ll see how long my vacation days last.” Her grip tightened on him, and when she spoke again, her voice shook slightly. “I want to enjoy my time with you and the babies without worrying.”

“That sounds amazing.” He swallowed thickly. “I love you, Kens.”

“I love you too.” Tilting her head back, she kissed him, then settled back against his chest with a tired sigh.

***

A/N: I hope you enjoy the hurt/comfort and angst.

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I love the intro for the series finale. The original team have come such a long way since the first season and are ready for their final mission. It’s hard to believe it’s finally coming to end after all this time. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again... I’M NOT READY TO SAY GOODBYE!!!

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