#kensi gets touchy

[densi-mber]

We Swear It’s Not Real, Part 2

***

“So, when are you two going to take the next step?” Mandy asked, insinuating herself between Kensi and Deeks. From her slightly lopsided smile, he thought she’d enjoyed the wine tasting. Turning to Deeks with a conspiratorial smile, she leaned closer. “I bet you already have a ring and spot picked out, don’t you Marty.”

“Beg your pardon?” Deeks asked at the same time Kensi nervously said,

“Mandy, you know we’re taking things slowly.” Taking Deeks’ arm, her hand tightened around his, flexing quickly several times. They’d decided that if anyone inquired about their future as a couple, they would redirect and lie through their teeth.

They just hadn’t allowed for a drunken Mandy’s persistence.

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard that same speech from both of you.” She affected a higher-pitched, sing-song voice, ‘We want to enjoy our time together without any pressure.’ ‘We only just found each other.’ ‘We don’t want to kill the romance.’” Mandy rolled her eyes. “You two are perfect together and one of you needs to make a move so I can start planning the wedding. Which means you need to get on it mister.” She poked Deeks in the chest.

“Mandy, enough!” Kensi snapped. “We’re not like other couples, so stop pushing for some fairytale that doesn’t exist.”

Mandy’s eyes widened, a bit of her alcohol induced giddiness disappearing in the face of Kensi’s anger.

“Geez Kay, I was mostly joking. You’ve always talked about your perfect wedding all these years. I thought you’d be happy.”

“Well, not everyone gets a perfect ending,” Kensi said, pulling her arm out of Deeks’.

“Kens—” he protested softly, as she stood up, gathering up the length of her blue skirt.

“I need a couple minutes.” Then before either of them could stop her, she hurried off towards the small vineyard gift shop.

“I’m such an idiot,” Mandy sighed, cupping her hands over her mouth. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t think I was going to upset her that much.”

“It’s ok,” Deeks assured with a forgiving smile. “It’s kind of a touchy subject. But, uh, if I ever do propose, I do have the perfect place in mind.”

Lifting her head slowly, Mandy grinned back at him. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”

***

When Kensi came back about 20 minutes later, she was noticeably subdued, and faked her way through the rest of the event.

“Well, that was a disaster,” she sighed on their way back home. She’d kicked off her heels and roughly yanked the hairpins out keeping her hair in place.

“Eh, I thought the Riesling wasn’t bad,” Deeks joked. “Tiffani definitely approved.” Kensi gave him a knowing look.

“I freaked out for no reason. I let Mandy get to me, even though I knew she, or one of the other girls would pressure me about it at some point.”

“So why did you?”

“I don’t know,” Kensi said to his surprise. “I guess…I’ve been thinking about how different my life is from Kat’s and Mandy’s, any of my friends. I’m probably not going to get engaged, or invite all my friends to bachelor party, or marry—that’s just not my life.”

“Who knows, maybe I will propose to you someday,” Deeks said, probably getting way too close to the line of truthfulness for his own good.

Tilting her head to the side, Kensi reached for his hand on the steering wheel, smiling sadly. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Deeks.” She squeezed his hand once before letting go, and settling back with a wistful expression.

***

“Just a couple more weeks, and you’ll be a free man,” Kensi commented one night as they painstakingly glued tiny bits of lace to roughly a thousand centerpieces.

“Yeah, seems like it was just yesterday that the Tiffanys were jumping up in down in excitement at Kensi One-Date Blye finally having a boyfriend,” Deeks said after a moment.

The weeks flew had flown by with increasing speed, and before Deeks knew it, they’d hit the month of Kat’s wedding. With that, Deeks felt an increasing sense of panic with the knowledge that his and Kensi’s charade would be over once the reception ended.

And he didn’t want it to. Well, that wasn’t true; he didn’t want to pretend anymore. He wanted to be with Kensi, and he was pretty sure she felt similarly.

Since the disastrous wine tasting, her kisses were less perfunctory, and she found reasons to keep him hanging around longer each night. The day she’d insisted she needed help organizing her dishes was probably his favorite.

Every time he even hinted at there being something more, Kensi brushed him off with some self-deprecating comment about her inability to keep a houseplant alive. She wasn’t suited for a relationship, she insisted.

“I bet you can’t wait,” Kensi continued, pausing expectantly. Deeks hesitated, licking his lips as a touch of nerves set in.

“About that.” He drew a breath through his teeth, wondering if he was about to make the worst decision of his life. “You know how we said if either of us ever found someone that we liked, we’d stop doing this. Fake dating?” he asked. Kensi stilled, her face going carefully blank.

“Yes,” she said. “Did—did you find someone like that?”

“I did. I wanted to tell you sooner, but uh, I didn’t want to back out on our deal.”

“Oh.” The devastation on her face made him almost stop right then and there and tug her into his arms. Shrugging a little helplessly, Kensi offered a weak smile. “What’s she like?”

“She’s utterly ridiculous. In the best way possibly,” Deeks replied, not having to pretend for once. “She’s a brunette, with the most amazing smile in the world, and a terrible sense of humor.”

He saw genuine hurt flash across Kensi’s face, and decided he’d gone far enough.

“Wow, that’s really amazing Deeks. I’m so happy for you,” she said, sounding devastated.

“Yeah. I forgot to mention that she’s got these crazy eyes too. Different colors and everything.” He paused, fiddling with a bit of lace as Kensi froze, tilting her head.

“Deeks,” she whispered, a note of question in her voice. He couldn’t contain his smile.

“And she’s currently sitting in front of me,” he finished softly. Kensi gaped at him for a moment, then she launched herself at him, knocking him to the floor, her lips slanting over his. He leaned up into the kiss, tangling his fingers into her hair.

“You are so mean,” Kensi murmured, punctuating each word with a kiss.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” He drew back, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes, and looked up at her. “Kensi Blye, will you go out with me?”

Kensi cupped his cheek, arching up to kiss him again. “Yes. More than anything.”

“To never be free again,” he said as Kensi drew him back down, rolling them into the long forgotten centerpieces.

***

A/N: I think I might be watching too much sappy romance stuff. Sorry if this feel a little flat at the end.

#densimber 7.0 #densimber 2023 #ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #au #fake dating #fluff and romance #we swear it’s not real #part 2 #by ejzah

[ejzah]

An Error in Judgment, Part 6

***

When they arrived back at the boat shed, Callen, Kensi, and Rountree were grouped around the main table, on a call with Eric. Rountree caught Sam’s eye as they walked in, and held up a finger, brows furrowed as Eric rattled off some information.

Deeks instantly felt his spirits lift at the sight of Kensi. She smiled back, walking over as the phone call finished up.

“Hey, how’s it been with Rountree?” Deeks asked, tone lowered.

“He talks less than you, but has worse taste in music, so it’s kind of a trade off,” she teased.

“And I’m loving the lack of candy wrappers and partially eaten sandwiches of questionable age.”

“Jerk.” The word was filled with so much fondness that he knew Kensi had missed him as much as he did her.

“So, did you find out anything from your interviews?”

“Yeah. Sergeant Wiles’ wife said her husband had been helping out a friend of his who was having trouble with a bad loan. She couldn’t give us a name, but she did say they talked the day Wiles went missing before. The last time she saw him, Wiles told her he was going to take care of things.”

“That definitely fits with everything his former commander said about him,” Deeks mused. “I’m assuming Callen hasn’t gotten anything out of Tom Nelson yet.”

“Nope. Eric’s going through Wiles’ recent contacts now. Hopefully we’ll figure out who he was meeting with,” Kensi explained. She glanced back at the others, Sam had joined Callen and Rountree, giving them the illusion of privacy.

“Callen mentioned you guys had to swap out because you were hurt. What happened?” Her eyes roved over him in an automatic assessment.

“Eh, I tore my burns open when we were taking Nelson in,” Deeks told her, brushing off her concern. There was no reason to distract over something so stupid.

“Oh my god!” Kensi touched his shoulder, seeming to forget their current hands off at work policy.

“Don’t worry, Sam was a perfect nurse and took care of all my wounds,” Deeks said, winking at him playfully. Sam shook his head, but didn’t intrude on the conversation.

“Well, I’m not sure how I feel about Sam getting all touchy-feely, but I’m glad he was there.” Kensi smoothed her hand down his arm once. She heaved a sigh, then released him, pulling on her agent face. “Can’t leave you out of my sight for two seconds,” she sighed.

Deeks smiled, shrugging off the shiver that worked its way up his spin. Which of course twinged one of his burns, making him wince reflexively.

“Babe, you ok?” Kensi asked, lightly touching his chest, concern in her voice.

“Yeah, I just, uh—”

He was saved from having to come up with a response.

“Hey, love birds, Eric got us a lead!” Sam called out. “Get your butts over here.”

Kensi pulled her hand back and cleared her throat sheepishly. “We’ll finish discussing this at home,” she murmured.

“On the day he died, Wiles spoke with a Richard Bamboat for 20 minutes. He also called or texted that number several times over the last month,” Callen explained as they joined the rest of the team.

“Wiles also transferred several hundred dollars to Bamboat’s account over that time in varying amounts,” Rountree added.

“So, you think Bamboat might have something to do with Wiles’ death?” Kensi asked.

“It’s a possibility.”

“Could be he didn’t have any idea what Wiles had planned. Or, he’s too afraid to come forward even if he suspects something,” Deeks said.

“Either way, Kensi and Rountree, go talk to him,” Callen decided. “Deeks, you wanna join me for the rest of Tom Nelson’s interrogation? I think you deserve it after tearing your back open.”

“I would love to,” Deeks agreed. He flashed Kensi a parting smile, following after Callen, ignoring how uncomfortably warm he suddenly felt.

***

A/N: Hm, maybe Deeks should have those burns looked at by a professional. Thanks for continuing to read this little story!

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #Sam and Callen #Rountree #whump and fluff #an error in judgment #part 6 #ejzah fanfiction

[glenncoco4]

You Can Count On Me

A/N: Chapter 9

••••

The shaggy blonde is so focused on his girlfriend that he doesn’t realize she misses the turn towards his apartment, instead she keeps going for a few minutes until she hits the Santa Monica exit. A few minutes later they’re back in the same spot at the overlook where they were just a week ago. 

“What are we doing here?”

She turns towards him, that unrecognizable look still swirling in her mismatched eyes. “Well, I’ve been thinking.”

His heart picks up speed when he suddenly realizes what the look on her face earlier could very  well be...“Yeahhh.”

“And what I want more than anything else in this world is to feel safe every day of my life.”

“You do realize you’re a federal agent, right? One of the most dangerous jobs ever.”

“That’s not...I’m not explaining myself right.”

“Well, you can always resort to my form of communication.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully, semi-kidding but not really. 

Shaking her head, unable to keep the smile off her face, she leans over the console, bringing her lips to his in a chaste but passionate kiss. “Better?”

“Oh yes, very much so.”

A sudden burst of nervousness washes over her and she looks down at her left hand, imagining what it would be like to have a ring there and not just any ring, his ring. “What I was trying to say is that I want to feel safe every day of my life in all aspects. I feel so safe with you as my partner. And I know safe is such a mundane word but to me safe means you. You make me feel like I’m the most precious thing in the world. Like everyday you wake up next to me is better than the last. You have my back no matter what just like I have yours. And as cliche as it sounds, when we’re curled up together in bed or just on the couch and your arms are around me...in my mind its just you and I existing together. You challenge me in a way that no one ever has before and it’s one of the reasons I love you so much and...”

“Kens?”

There’s a hint of desperate hope in his voice, which is strangely calming to her. She finally lets herself look up and when her eyes meet his cerulean blues everything in her is telling her that this is the right choice. “What it all comes down to is this...there’s nothing more I want in this world than to grow old and grey with you. So if your offer still-“

He doesn’t give her time to finish her sentence before his hand finds the back of her neck and he’s pulling her towards him. His lips find hers, but she suddenly pulls back making him whimper. He curiously watches her, wondering the cause of her actions when she gracefully maneuvers through the two seats into the back, tugging him along with her. The fact that they’re parked in a not so private place is the last thing on either of their minds especially once she straddles his lap and his hands find the hem of her tee, ridding her of the white piece of cloth. Good thing NCIS sprung for the extra tinted windows. 

••••

The past week has been filled with a happiness that neither of them can describe. Who knew that officially being engaged would bring this type of euphoria into their lives. Ever since Kensi took him back to that outlook and finally said yes to his proposal everything and nothing has changed at the same time. They’ve been more touchy ever since and definitely happier. A huge challenge that they’ve come across the past week however is having to go into character around the guys at work. 

There have been a couple of instances where they thought the charade was up but it turned out that their coworkers were oblivious as to what was going on around them...which is quite concerning if you think about it. 

The week of bliss had been shattered when a marine’s young daughter goes missing. Kensi was suddenly lost in the past and the similarities of the story playing before them was to her own. 

As she and Marty step onto her front lawn after walking home from school, they both immediately feel something in the air shift. Sharing a look, they quicken their pace, taking the front porch steps 2 at a time. 

Marty swiftly pulls the screen door open, ushering his best friend inside before the sound of soft sobs fill the room around them. They both all but throw their things onto the ground before finding Roberta in the living room, her arms wrapped around Julia comforting her as best as she can. 

“Wh-what’s going on?” The shaggy blonde 17 year old speaks up as his best friend finds his hand, already preparing herself for the worst. 

Roberta looks up, tears in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, it’s your dad.” 

“No!” The brunette shakes her head vigorously. “No!”

“What happened?”

“His helicopter was shot down.”

He’s already prepared for her to collapse in his arms, hell he’s surprised he’s still standing himself. But instead of tears, the young brunette just screams in denial once again before running out the front door. 

Without thought Deeks chases after her, running out the door as he calls out to her. He doesn’t know why he thought she’d stop. He sees the direction she’s going and immediately knows where she’s running off to. 

A few minutes later his flip flop bound feet hit the wooden dock as the echo of her whimpers break his heart. Slipping off his shoes, he takes a seat right next to her, his arm winding around her shoulders as he pulls her into his body. 

Her fingers find the cotton of shirt, grabbing on for dear life. It’s not until he feels her tears seep through the fabric that he finally lets himself break down as well. Donald Blye was more of a father to him than his own and there’s nothing in this world that’s going make the pain go away. 

His lips find the top of her head, knowing that he’s going to do everything in his power to make sure she makes it out of this, but for now he will grieve with her, because that’s what you do when you love someone. 

As the arrests are made and Amanda is reunited with her father, Deeks’ attention shifts to his fiancée. He’s seen how lost she was today, who could blame her considering what she went through with her own father. The case brought up memories for himself, but nothing compared to what he knows is going on inside his partner’s head. 

Walking up next to her, it takes everything in him not to pull her in his arms. Her focus doesn’t move away from the marine and his daughter as they embrace, and share apologies. The tears forming in her eyes is unmistakable and considering their coworkers are focused on other things he lets his facade slip a little. “Thinking about your dad?”

“Yeah.” She nods, unable to look at him otherwise her tears might fall. 

They’re sitting at the table eating lunch, actually eating might be a bit of an overstatement. It’s been 6 weeks since they got the news about Don. 6 weeks of tears and regrets along with denial. It was only 3 days after the news until Marty and Roberta found themselves living in the Blye residence once again. 

Both mother and son knew that moving in to take care of their respective best friends was the only option. So here they are, sitting in silence, trying as best as they can not to breakdown. 

A sudden knock at the door pulls the four out of their haze. Marty wipes his mouth and quickly stands. “I’ll get it.”

Walking to the front door, he can see the top of an official marine’s hat peaking through the door window. Dread fills the young man’s body, already sensing that this is the official house call, the one that confirms their worst fears. 

He reaches for the door knob, his head falling in defeat thinking about the hole Kensi is going to go further down. God he wishes he could take this pain away...he’d do anything. She’s been so beside herself especially considering the last time that she ever talked to her dad they were fighting. 

Begrudgingly pulling the door open, he looks up and meets the eyes of one of Don’s unit members. His brow furrows in confusion until he hears the squeaking of the porch swing. He almost falls to his knees when he sees the familiar warm brown eyes.

Marty stands there for a minute, paralyzed in shock. 

“Hi, Marty.” Donald hesitantly stands with the support of his crutches. 

All he think about is Kensi and Julia. He doesn’t respond to his surrogate father, and before he can even process what he’s doing, the 17 year old turns and walks back into the house, cerulean blues wide in shock. 

Kensi’s brow furrows when she hears her best friend walk back into the kitchen and says nothing. She looks across the table at his frozen features and begins to worry. “Marty, what’s wrong?”

This gets the attention of the two older women, three pair of eyes now all on him. He wants to say something but his words fail him. All he can do is turn towards the hall and watch the marine  walk down the hallway, that’s when he suddenly notices the reason for the crutches.

Kensi’s and the mom’s eyes follow his, it takes a few seconds but slowly Donald steps into view. The resounding gasps fill the room, none of them able to process what’s happening before them.

“Hi...it took me awhile but I finally made it.”

No one says a word, but each set of eyes look the man up and down, stopping their gaze when they realize the reason for his crutches.

“Oh my god, Don, what happened to your leg?” Roberta’s lips work faster than what her brain can process, the words spilling out of her like its the most reasonable question to ask.

Marty’s eyes go wide in shock, before her sending a pointed glare.“Mom!” 

“What?”

Before anything else can be said the marine’s eyes follow the length of his body, eventually coming to a stop where his left leg once was. “Oh my god!”

Marty can’t help but crack a smile, his attention flying to his best friend trying to gage her reaction and get some sort of semblance as too what she may be feeling. The small smile and huff of laughter that emanates from her gives him his answer. 

Shaking herself out of her daze, the 14 year old jumps out of her chair, running over to her father and carefully wrapping him a death gripping hug. 

“Hey, he came home.”

Her story may have a happy ending but it was that month and a half that still weigh on her mind. “I know, but its just those 6 weeks and...”

“I know, baby. I know.” And he does. Just like before they found out Don was alive, he’d give anything to take this pain away from his girl.

Once given the okay to go, the pair make their way towards the SRX and just as he expected, she hops in the passenger side leaving him to drive. That’s when he realizes this is one of those days that only has one solution. Quickly pulling out his phone, he shoots off a quick text knowing exactly what she needs.

••••

Every once and awhile the shaggy blonde catches himself taking a look at her. She must be more lost in thought than he assumed because she doesn’t notice him miss the exit to her apartment and continue on towards Malibu until they’re pulling into the parking lot. “How about some tacos at the beach?”

“Sure, I guess.” She shrugs. 

As the SUV pulls to a stop, Marty’s eyes find the lone figure about 100 feet in front of them. 

Noticing he hasn’t made a move to get out yet, Kensi’s brow furrows and follows his line of sight. As soon as her eyes land on what he’s staring at her heart fills with even more love for him than she ever thought was possible. She feels the tears pool in her eyes, her hand finds the his neck, pulling her surprised fiancé’s lips towards hers in a kiss emotional passionate kiss. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

A smile rises to her lips as she places another kiss to his lips before hopping out of the SUV, gaining attention from the man on the bench. The older brunette stands up as quickly as he can and starts heading towards the junior agent. 

When he received a discreet text from his surrogate son, the former marine dropped everything he was doing and headed to the beach. It wasn’t an emergency, which is always a relief but considering there wasn’t much to the text that alone told him she was dealing with something.

As he slowly walks towards her, he outstretches his arms, leaving Kensi to all put collapse into his arms. “Rough day?”

“Yeah.”

The detective watches on as the pair embrace, it breaks his heart knowing that she’s still dealing with the turmoil of thinking she lost her father for years now. He’s tried to help her get through it, her parents have tried, but one thing Kensi Blye is good at, it’s not forgiving herself. 

After a few minutes the pair pulls back, giving Marty the chance to get in his own hug with his surrogate father. “How you doing, son?”

“Better now that she’s better.”

The older man notices a change in the younger man’s gaze towards his daughter. And then when she sends Marty a teary-eyed smile, wrapping her arms around him in thanks, it suddenly hits him. They’re together. 

#Densi #Densi Fanfic #Kensi Blye #Marty Deeks #You Can Count On Me #NCIS: LA

[chrisodonline]

I remember when they had Kensi briefly go undercover as a pregnant lady, which reminded me a lot of the B99 plot where Melissa Fumero had to go undercover as one for a few episodes. Those are fun, practical wink-wink kinds of things.

I appreciate that Frank Military found a way to include plexiglas in a post-COVID world. (Though Chris and Bar seem to have done something to gotten the okay for touchy affection.)

I digress. What I’m saying is that I was hoping the show would have had either an op or tactical scene that required everyone to wear masks or face coverings of some kind to help get more scenes with more cast members. (The whole cast itself is the size limit for a social gathering, so maybe not all of them at once.) “Oh no, the team has to wear gas masks to go and get a baddie hiding out underground!” “Oh no, the team has to hide from facial recognition technology in a highly secured location!” “Oh no, the team has to pretend to be robbers again!”

#ncisla #i’m a mess #ignore me

[ejzah]

Suggested by @wanna-be-bold. (Because I'm a sucker for it) Kensi finding out she's pregnant by someone else pointing it out

A/N: I hope this is a little bit like what you were thinking.

***

All The Signs Are There

“Hey, have you seen Kensi anywhere?” Deeks asked as he came in, hand tucked behind his back.

“She’s in the gym,” Callen answered, sharing a smirk with Sam. “Why, you two fighting again.”

“No, we are not fighting. Kensi’s just had a rough couple days so I figured I’d get her a little surprise.”

Deeks held up a which bore the name, Andria’s Bakery.

“Isn’t that place about an hours drive from here?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, but it’ll be worth it if it cheers Kensi up.”

“She has been a little moody the last couple days.” Sam scoffed at Callen’s assessment.

“Man, how many times do I have to tell you that you never call a woman moody?”

“Yesterday she got mad at me for breathing too loudly,” Callen shared, looking unimpressed with Sam’s advice. “What do you call that? And for the record, I am a very quiet breather.”

Before Sam could get into his partner’s breathing habits, Kensi walked in, looking refreshed and in good spirits. She stopped to give Deeks a kiss on her way to her desk.

“Hi baby, did you have a good time surfing?” she asked.

“Yeah, it was good. And I picked up donuts on the way.” Deeks gave the bag a little jiggle, wafting the scent of fried pastry and chocolate her way.

“Ooh, is that a Boston Cream?” Grinning at the excitement in her voice, Deeks handed her the bag and added,

“And an apple fritter.”

“Best hubby ever,” Kensi sang, reaching into the bag with a delighted expression as she pulled out the apple fritter.

“You know how much sugar and fat is in just one of those?” Sam asked, looking vaguely amused as eagerly Kensi bit into the donut.

“You’re just jealous that your partner didn’t bring you anything for breakfast.” She took another bite and almost immediately clamped her hand over her mouth.

“Kens?” Deeks asked, automatically moving towards. She shook her head, waving him off.

“Sorry, I just-” she cut off suddenly, swallowed harshly and hastily shoved the half-eaten pastry into his hand, practically running from the room. “Excuse me.”

He a glance at Callen and Sam, who looked equally concerned as he felt, then headed after Kensi, dropping the fritter on his desk as he passed.

Kensi was bent over a sink, dabbing a damp paper towel over her face by the time he made it to the women’s bathroom.

“Baby, are you ok?” he murmured, coming up behind her and resting his hand on her back. Turning off the water, Kensi nodded as she looked up.

Her face seemed a little washed out, but when he brushed his fingers over her temple, her skin felt cool.

“Yeah, I just felt really nauseous all of the sudden,” she replied. “Maybe the leftover lasagna last night was a little older than I realized.”

“Well, I feel fine. Maybe you should go home, just in case.” As expected, Kensi waved off his suggestion and shook her head again. She squared her shoulders, drawing in a deep breath.

“Thank you for caring about me, Deeks, but I’m completely fine.”

Deeks didn’t like it, but followed her back out of the bathroom without any more protests. She seemed fine now and based on past experience, he knew that a slight case of food poisoning couldn’t take down Special Agent Kensi Blye.

Back in the bullpen, Sam and Callen seemed to be deep in discussion. Deeks saw Sam give Callen a pointed look as Kensi sat down at her desk, smiling like everything was perfectly normal.

“Food poisoning,” she explained succinctly.

“Interesting,” Sam commented, glancing at Callen again, who sighed and rolled his eyes.

“What’s going on?” Deeks asked suspiciously.

“Sam is under the impression that Kensi is pregnant,” Callen explained bluntly. Kensi snorted, surprising Deeks. She was usually more touchy about the subject these days.

“Um, nice detective work, but I think I would realize if I was pregnant.”

“Really? Then how do you explain your recent behavior. You’ve been unusually irritable, I caught you two making out in the burn room twice in the last week, and you just got sick off a donut.” He ticked off each point on his finger, ending on the last with a triumphant expression.

“That’s ridiculous,” Kensi scoffed, turning to Deeks, clearly expecting him to be equally derisive of the idea. He tilted his head, running a few dates in his head and asked Kensi in an undertone,

“Did you take a pregnancy test this month?”

“No, but...I would know, right? There’s no way I can be pregnant,” she said, looking like she was trying to convince herself. Maybe trying to stop herself from getting too excited.

“Here, have a bite of this,” Callen suggested, tossing the uneaten donut in front of Kensi. She took one look at it and practically gagged, covering her mouth and nose again as she pushed it away.

“Oh my god, please get rid of that!” Deeks quickly reached over and shoved it into the garbage, glaring at Callen who looked extremely pleased with himself.

“I’m not a pregnancy test, but I’d say you’re probably pregnant.”

“This is incredible,” Deeks murmured, kneeling in front Kensi and grasping her hands between his. Resting her forehead against his, Kensi let out a shaky breath.

“We did it,” she whispered back, finally giving in to a giant smile. She let out a joyful laugh and grasped head between her palms, pulling him in for a long, deep kiss.

“Man, you guys are going to be even worse than usual,” Sam groaned from beside them. Honestly, Deeks had all but forgotten they weren’t the only two in the room.

“Just wait til the pregnancy hormones really kick in,” Callen said. “We’ll have to use a cattle prod to keep them apart.”

“I can’t wait,” Kensi said happily, tugging Deeks down for another kiss. In the background, Sam groaned again.

***

A/N: I have no idea if there’s a place called Andria’s Bakery.

Thanks for the prompt!

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #densi baby #plus Callen and Sam #fluff #ejzah fanfiction

[densi-mber]

Paramnesia, Part 4

A/N: Bonus densimber fic! The highly anticipated fourth part of Paramnesia. It seems I’ll have to write a fifth.

***

Deeks didn’t see Kensi for the rest of the morning or afternoon. Between interviewing the would-be burglar and touching base with Sam and Callen, he didn’t have time to check in on her.

There’d been a slightly awkward and tense air in the room when he’d talked with Sam and Callen. Obviously they still thought he was putting off telling Kensi the truth for his own benefit.

He got it. He would be suspicious too if the situation was reversed. The thing they kept forgetting was that he actually cared about Kensi’s welfare. As much as he admittedly enjoyed this side of Kensi, he knew trying to prolong her confusion would only hurt her.

Sighing to himself, he sat down at his desk to call a buddy at LAPD about a former “colleague” of Werner’s. He was waiting on hold when Kensi paused in front of his desk.

“You got a minute?” she asked, gesturing to Callen’s desk, her thumbs tucked into her pockets.

“Sure.” He immediately hung up, waiting for her to continue. Her smile was oddly hesitant as she sat down, especially after the last 24 hours.

“So, um, I was talking with Nell,” She paused, staring down at her hands which were tightly folded together. A warning bell went off in his head. “I’ve been pretty confused since yesterday,” she continued, forcing a laugh. “Actually, I don’t really remember anything about us, as a couple.”

She glanced up at him then, her eyes begging him to tell her that is was just the amnesia.

“And what did Nell say?” he asked quietly. Her eyes shuttered a little; clearly that wasn’t the response she was hoping for.

“She said I should ask you about it,” Kensi murmured. “Mar-Deeks-“ she paused again, tripping over his name for the first time. “Are we married?” He’d known it was coming, but it was so much worse than he imagined. Her eyes begged him to tell her it was true, to laugh it off, make a joke. He shook his face ever so slightly.

“No, we’re not.” Her face crumpled for a moment in disbelief and then quickly, grief.

“So none of it was true? We’re really just partners, it was all in my head.” Her voice had dropped to a whisper and he saw anger growing in her eyes. “And you let me believe it.”

He grasped her hand between his; she didn’t resist, but her fingers were unresponsive, limp in his.

“Kensi, I wanted to tell you, but your doctor said I should give you a few days,” he said, trying not to let his desperation show. “I swear I would have told you as soon as I realized what going on otherwise.”

“Deeks, I thought we were married,” she said, her voice trembling. “I thought you-I kissed you and...god, Deeks, how far would you have let it go?”

Deeks had no idea what she’d stopped herself from saying, but he was quickly regretting every moment he’d convinced himself this would turn out alright.

“I never took advantage of you,” he told her firmly. She just shook her head, jerking her hand out of his and roughly pushing her chair back, the look on her face such a contrast to the complete trust he’d seen in the last day and a half.

“You did the moment you lied to me.” He reached for her again, but she jerked away from him. Her eyes were full of betrayal as she stood and left the bullpen, rushing down the hall. He ran after her, needing to make her understand.

“Kensi, please let’s just talk about it-“

“No. I’m going home,” she said and her voice cracked again. He brushed her shoulder as she stayed just out of reach.

“Kensi-“

“Don’t follow me, Deeks.”

***

“So, uh, you heard from Kensi recently?” Deeks rolled his eyes at Callen’s completely unsubtle question, feeling him hover over his desk. As far as he knew, Kensi hadn’t talked to anyone, other than to call in some sick days, since she’d left three days ago. And he was pretty sure Callen knew it too.

“Nope.”

“Did you try calling her?” Deeks clenched his jaw and drew in a short breath through his nose, forcing himself not to snap. Since telling Kensi the truth he’d been irritable and on edge. Sam had called him sulky, which didn’t improve his mood.

Mostly though he just felt guilty. Especially when he found himself missing Kensi’s touch and the completely look of trust in her eyes. He had a distinct feeling that trust was permanently damaged.

Callen was still standing over him, apparently waiting for a response. He wondered if they had drawn straws or come up with some other more elaborate way of determining who would come talk to him.

“Callen, she told me to go away,” Deeks told him, not looking up from his desk. No one had dared to ask what happened before Kensi left, obviously coming to their own conclusions, and Deeks didn’t volunteer.

Nell had stopped him the next day to apologize for interfering-her words. He didn’t have the heart to be angry with her, especially when she was just trying to help Kensi.

“Well, I don’t know what you expected to happen,” Callen said and Deeks glared at him coldly, tossing his pen onto his desk.

“Ok, since you apparently have all the answers, what would you have done?” He leaned back in his chair, waiting for Callen’s answer. He was a little surprised when he didn’t immediately repeat his advice from the other day.

“You know, I honestly don’t know.” Callen snagged a spare candy off of Kensi’s desk and then sat down at his desk, sitting back with a smirk. “But I think it’s interesting that you’re taking this all so easily.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“The Marty Deeks I know wouldn’t just sit back and accept that Kensi wants space,” Callen explained with a shrug.

“I’m pretty sure that’s called stalking,” Deeks said. “I think NCIS frowns upon that.”

“Stop being an idiot. You know what I’m saying. Kensi’s your partner and you care about her.”

“Ooh, getting all touchy-feely, I like it.”

“You know, I could always get Sam to do this little pep talk,” he threatened, raising an eyebrow that said he would totally sell Deeks out of if he didn’t tone down the snark. He didn’t really feel like listening to one of Sam’s lectures right now so he folded his hands and sighed, loudly enough to show his annoyance and said,

“Fine, what’s your life affirming advice?”

“Kensi was caught off-guard, she was still recovering from a recent head injury, and very confused last time you talked. Now she’s had a few days to think about things, she might be ready to listen. Or maybe she won’t.”

“Well, that was a little anticlimactic, not to mention less than inspiring.”

“My point is, talking never hurts,” Callen said, spreading his hands in the air.

“And what if she slams the door in my face?” Deeks asked, remembering the anger and betrayal in her eyes.

“She might.” He shrugged, like they were discussing the end of potentially the most important relationship in Deeks’ life. “But at least you’ll know you tried.” Callen stood again, his expression reminding Deeks a little of a smug older brother. He thought the discussion was over, but then Callen lingered by his desk, looking a little more hesitant. “If you ever repeat this, I will deny it, but I think it would be a shame if your partnership ended over this. You two are good for each other.”

With that surprising statement, Callen gave him a tight smile and left, mentioning something about challenging Sam to a rock wall race. Deeks sighed, glancing at Kensi’s desk. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Callen was right.

He sent a quick text to Callen saying he’d be out for the rest of the day and silently prayed that he could figure out what to say by the time he reached her apartment.

#densimber 2020 #densimber 4.0 #densi #paramnesia #ncis la fanfiction #by ejzah

[ejzah]

A/N: Maybe just a tiny bit of angst in this drabbly thing. Roberta and Kensi.

***

“You know, I was reading this article about conception my friend sent me. You know, it said if you drink-”

“Roberta,” Kensi interrupted, rubbing her bottom lip. “Can we not talk about this today?” Usually, Kensi could put up with Roberta’s well-intended meddling, but today she was too on edge to handle another talk about babies. The past week had marked 8 months of trying without any results.

“Look, I know you kids like to take your time with things today. You want to be independent and have careers, but none of us are getting any younger. I would like to see my grandchildren while I can still pick them up.” Roberta shook her head, picking up a tub of dirty glasses and carrying them to the sink.

Pulling in a deep breath, closing her eyes briefly. It was a touchy subject for both her and Deeks and they usually avoided discussing it in depth with anyone.

“I’m not sure kids are in our future,” she said quietly.

“Oh hun, of course they are,” Roberta said dismissively, clearly not picking up on Kensi’s undertone. “You may think that you’re not mom material, but I have faith in you.”

“I’m not talking about that.” Kensi paused again, staring down at her intertwined fingers. “We want kids and we’ve been trying. For a long time now. And...I’m not pregnant.” She glanced up at Roberta and saw that she had frozen with a soapy glass held in mid-air. “I’m sorry to disappoint you.”

Roberta turned around quickly, leaving a trail of suds on the floor.

“Oh, Kensi, no! I’m not disappointed in you.” She pulled Kensi into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner.”

“We haven’t really told anyone,” Kensi admitted. “I think we keep hoping that something will change, but I’m losing hope. I feel like such a failure.” Roberta gave her shoulder a shake, her expression severe.

“Kensi Blye, you are not a failure. Kids or no kids. And even if you can’t have a baby, there’s lots of options out there,” she said, surprising Kensi.

“I thought you’d be more upset,” Kensi commented.

“Hey, I want grand babies. I’m not real particular about how I get them. And I know Marty feels the same way. So stop telling yourself you’ve let people down.”

“Thanks, Roberta.” She hugged her again, finishing with a pat that nearly knocked Kensi off her barstool.

“Anytime, Kiddo.” She turned back to the sink. “Now I know a lady who adopted three kids from Russia. I’ll have her give you a call and hook you up.”

Maybe she was a little crazy, but she was the best mother-in-law Kensi could have ever asked for.

#ncis la fanfiction #kensi blye #roberta deeks #talk about pregnancy #and infertility #ejzah fanfiction

[ejzah]

A couple weeks after Kensi and Deeks’ wedding:

“Would you two please stop it?” Kensi and Deeks looked at each other and then turned to Sam. He was bent over a pile of papers so they couldn’t see his face clesarly, but he’d certainly sounded annoyed and since there wasn’t anyone else in the bullpen at the moment, he’d clearly been talking to them.

“What are you talking about?” Kensi ventured after Deeks gave her a shrug. Sam glanced up, his expression matching his tone.

“I’m talking about all the lovey dovey, touchy-feely stuff. You guys have always been hands-on, especially since you started dating but now it’s getting ridiculous,” he explained with a frown of distaste.

���We weren’t doing anything!” Deeks protested.

“You kissed like three times in the last five minutes.”

“Ok, it’s a little creepy that you noticed...”

“We did not kiss three times,” Kensi said, glaring briefly at Deeks before she turned back to Sam.

“And that doesn’t taken into account all the little shoulder rubs and hair ruffles. Not to mention that the number of innuendos you been tossing around lately has reached an all-time high,” Sam went on doggedly, apparently unable to hold back.

“You’re just noticing it more because we haven’t had any cases,” Kensi said dismissively.

“I’ve worked with you two for ten years now, I’m used to your normal level of inappropriateness. This is different.”

“We are exactly as inappropriate as we’ve always been,” Deeks said. “Wait, that didn’t come out right.”

“Did you have your talk with them, yet?” Callen interrupted, walking into the bullpen with a wide grin.

“I’m glad you find this amusing,” Sam said with a shake of his head. Callen merely grinned.

“I just appreciate your fatherly urges.”

“Personally, I don’t enjoy working in a hostile environment.”

“Ok, we are not that bad,” Kensi said, starting to sound a little outraged.

“Yeah, you kind of are,” Callen countered which earned an appreciative look from Sam and betrayal from Kensi and Deeks. “However, I’m willing to overlook it for now since you guys did just get married and you’re still in the honeymoon stage.”

“I thought you were going to back me up.” Sam said in an accusing tone, shaking his head once more.

“I never said that.”

“You just wait till you walk in on them kissing in the burn room.” Sam got up and headed in the direction of the gym and Callen trailed after him.

“That’s not going to happen because I know to knock before I enter a room.”

“We aren’t that bad, right?” Deeks asked Kensi as their coworkers’ voices grew muffled.

“No,” Kensi said immediately, then she seemed to think about it for a second, “No,” she repeated. Then, checking to see that there weren’t any bystanders around, she leaned in to kiss him.

#ncis la #drabble #densi #sam hanna #g callen #i dont know what this is #sam probably just needs a snack

[glenncoco4]

Has it?

A few days after 10x18.

“Everything’s changed.”

“Has it?” 

As the team goes back and forth trying to figure out why the suspect stole the sensitive information, Kensi unconsciously comes up to her husband and sits down on his lap. When she does, he places his hand on her lower back, making soothing motions with the palm of his hand. 

Both their eyes go wide when they realize what they’re doing. Blushes appear on their cheeks when they’re not the only ones that catch on to their actions. 

Being so caught up in talking with Deeks and the guys, she didn’t realize what she was doing until she did it. She’s been so use to coming up to him and finding comfort in his arms and it’s usually in the exact same way they’re in now.  After their wedding, she’s grown more touchy feely, surprising herself at times. Although this is something new, Deeks doesn’t seem to notice the change. Come to think of it, anytime she doesn’t initiate contact, he does.

Instead of drawing more attention to themselves by quickly pulling apart. They stay as they are, continuing the train of thought about Grey’s reasoning for stealing the flash drive. 

“Maybe he did it to get back in his ex’s good graces.”

She nods along. “That would make more sense seeing as how he really would have no need for that information, but Alexandra on the other hand. Something tells me if she got her hands on something like that she would know the right people to sell it to.”

“Alright, if you to are done. Canoodling.” Callen smirks, moving his finger up and down at the couple. “Go check out the girlfriend. Sam and I will go talk to Grey’s coworkers.”

The young agents nod, trying their best not to let their leader’s words affect them. 

They’re half way to their destination when the silence is finally broken. 

“Okay! Fine! You were right.”

He grins at her sudden out burst. “Oh, and what was I right about, wifey?”

Stopped at a red light, she turns to look at him, sparkle gleaming in her eyes. “Everything has changed.” Sending him a smile, she leans over the console, bringing her lips to his for a chaste kiss. “And you know what else?”

“What?”

“I love that I get to call you my husband now.” Her lips pulling into a huge grin, flashing her pearly whites. She’s been smiling so much lately it probably looks like she’s slept with a hanger in her mouth. But she doesn’t care.

That smile that leaves him breathless graces her face, making his heart beat faster. His wife. Threading his fingers through hers, he squeezes her hand. “Ditto.”

She’s happy. He’s happy. They’re happy. Protected and together for eternity. 

#Densi #Kensi Deeks #Marty Deeks #Densi Drabble #Hubby & Wifey #NCIS: LA #Post-10x18