#worried and protective Deeks

[ejzah]

A/N: This took me entirely too long to finish.

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Collateral Damage, Part 7

Every breath Kensi took sounded like a freight train barreling through as she tried to stay as quiet and still as possible. It must have taken just a few seconds for the truck to pass by where she hid, yet it seemed like an eternity. Only when it was completely out of sight did she cautiously crawl out of the weeds.

Another wave of dizziness rocked her, and she grabbed onto a spindly tree until is passed. She needed to find some kind of shelter soon, preferably with a phone, because she was fading quickly. The desire to sit back down and rest for a few more minutes was overwhelming.

She had the babies and Deeks and Rosa to think about. They needed her to keep going. Pushing past her exhaustion, Kensi imagined Deeks’ smile, then two tiny faces with blonde curls to keep her feet moving as she climbed back onto the gravel road.

Somehow trekking through woods in adverse conditions, with injuries had been a lot easier a few years ago.

“Don’t even start,” she said to the imaginary Deeks in her head.

She blamed her dizziness and mounting headache for her lack of awareness. She never heard someone approaching from behind.

“Move another step and I’ll shoot your kneecap out,” a low voice growled from somewhere behind her. She recognized that voice from earlier at the house. Stilling, she quickly slid the knife in her hand into the cuff of her sleeve and held her arms out to the side.

Stopping within touching distance, he ran his hands down her sides and ankles, the muzzle of a gun dragging along her clothes.

“I knew I saw something out here when drove by,” he said with a smug voice that made Kensi want to break his nose. “Looks like you’re not so smart after all, Special Agent.”

Kensi nearly snapped then. She was tired, she hurt, and he was mocking her.

“Before you do anything you’ll regret, you should know that I’m pregnant,” Kensi told him, working to control her anger. It had worked with the last guy, though he was obviously younger and less experienced.

“Yeah, and I’m a Nigerian Prince. Turn around slowly and if you try anything—”

“You’ll shoot my knee out. Yeah, I heard you the first time,” Kensi interrupted. She should be terrified, or at the very least worried, but instead she felt a kind of fury induced focus come over her.

She turned, taking in the man’s dark blonde hair, about six feet tall, and glasses concealing his upper face. He grabbed her arm, pushing her in front of him as he began leading them back the way she’d come.

They went maybe a few hundred yards before the truck came into sight, and she knew she needed to act now or lose her chance. On the next step, stumbled forward a step, letting the knife slide backinto her hand, and as he reached to grab her, she spun, aiming for his ribs. She knew she made contact when he reared back with a roar of pain.

Kensi jerked the knife back out, adopting a fighting stance as he pressed his hand to his side, coming away with blood.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he promised.

***

Deeks had two choices: take one of the vehicles and backtrack along the gravel road, or head into the woods on foot. He didn’t know how severe any of Kensi’s injuries were, but he couldn’t see her heading into the open where she’d be more vulnerable.

Working mostly on instinct, he made a snap decision, and headed for the woods. A few feet in, he found a clearly defined boot print in a patch of mud. Deeks bent to examine it. He instantly recognized the familiar pattern of treads and the shape of the outline.

“Thank god you wore boots today, Kensi,” he murmured, rising. There was another less obvious print a few more yards, and he followed it along with the signs of trampled foliage.

The path deviated a little here and there, which concerned Deeks slightly. Based on the depth of the boot prints, she hadn’t been running, meaning she hadn’t been chased. Or at least he hoped.

A few times he had to guess that Kensi continued straight when the signs dropped off for more than a few yards. Eventually though, the trees began to think, and he knew he’d was reaching the other side of the woods. He knew Kensi wouldn’t have stopped unless she was seriously hurt, but he still felt his stomach sink in disappointment when he stepped out onto a gravel road and found it completely empty.

He started jogging along the road, hoping it wasn’t taking him farther from Kensi. He’d made it about half a mile when he heard a distant, yet piercing cry coming from the same direction. He broke into a full out run, shoes skidding on the gravel in his haste. A couple more shouts filled the air as he got closer, and then he drew even with a dust-covered truck, and two people on the ground.

Kensi was sprawled on the ground, fighting a man who just have been Ricky Dorton. She landed a punch squarely in his face, and she managed to crawl a few feet away before he grabbed her again, forcing her down with a rough movement, and pinning her down with his body.

Rage and fear filling him, Deeks ran the last few feet and jerked the man off Kensi, throwing him off balance. Not giving him time to react, he slammed his fist into the guy’s head repeatedly until he collapsed to the ground with a pained exhalation, his eyes slipping shut. Deeks unceremoniously cuffed him and tossed his weapon out of reach, then rushed to Kensi’s side.

“Kensi,” he breathed out, his voice trembling. She hadn’t moved. He touched her shoulder, and she groaned, rolling onto her back, blinking slowly.

“Deeks.” She sat up far more quickly, and threw herself against him, arms tightening around his shoulders. Fine shudders ran through her entire body. He could tell she’d fought hard from the dust and dirt covering clothes and the scrapes covering what’s kind was visible.

“Oh my god, baby. Are you ok? Your head.” He brushed her hair back from the temple not tucked into his body, cradling her skull with the other hand as he checked for injuries. Blood crusted along her hairline over a nasty bruise.

“I think I have a concussion, but I’m ok,” she said into his neck. “We’re ok.”

“Oh my god,” he repeated. “You scared me, baby.”

“Me too. But it’s gonna be ok. You found us.” Her fingers bit into his sleeves, clutching at him, and he held her just as tightly. Relief filled him even as he thought that he’d almost been too late.

***

A/N: Yay, everyone’s ok!

#ncis la fanfiction #kensi blye #marty deeks #densi #Kensi whump #worried and protective Deeks #collateral damage #part 7 #post series au #ejzah fanfiction

[rubyarrows]

Finding Solace

I never imagined that a simple phone call could make my heart race faster than any high-speed chase. It was just another day at work, until my phone buzzed with YN's name flashing on the screen. Panic immediately set in as I answered, my voice laced with concern.

"YNN? What's wrong?" I asked, my mind already conjuring up worst-case scenarios.

Her voice trembled as she spoke, struggling to form coherent words. "Marty, I-I'm having an anxiety attack. I can't breathe, and everything feels so overwhelming."

My heart sank, and all I could think about was getting home to her. YN had become my beacon of light, my safe haven in this unpredictable world. Without a moment's hesitation, I assured her, "Stay on the line, babe. I'm coming home right now."

Every second felt like an eternity as I raced through the busy streets, my mind clouded with worry. The sight of our house came into view, and I rushed inside, calling out her name. Panic gripped me when all I heard was silence.

I found her in the middle of the kitchen floor, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her eyes were filled with fear, and my heart ached at the sight. Kneeling down beside her, I gently took her trembling hands in mine, my touch grounding her in reality.

"Hey, YNN," I whispered softly, my voice filled with reassurance. "I'm here now. You're not alone."

Her eyes locked with mine, desperately searching for comfort. In that moment, I realized the immense weight of responsibility that rested upon my shoulders. I had to be her anchor, her rock when life's storm threatened to engulf her.

"Hear my heart?" I asked, my voice steady yet filled with unwavering affection. "Just focus on that. Let the rhythm of my heartbeat guide you back to calm."

With each beat, I hoped to drown out the chaos that plagued her mind. I held her close, enveloping her in a protective embrace, and slowly her breathing began to steady. Her body relaxed against mine, and I could feel the tension dissipating.

Time seemed to stand still as we sat there, connected by an unspoken bond. In that moment of vulnerability, we found solace in each other's arms. Love had a way of healing even the deepest wounds, and I vowed to always be there for her, to be her guiding light through the darkest of nights.

As her trembling subsided and her breathing returned to normal, YN looked up at me with gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you, Marty," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. "You always know how to calm the storm within me."

I brushed a gentle kiss against her forehead, my heart overflowing with love. "I'll always be here for you, YN. Through thick and thin, no matter what. Together, we can weather any storm."

As we sat there, lost in our own world of solace, the sound of approaching sirens shattered the tranquility. Startled, YN and I looked at each other, realizing that we were no longer alone. I gently squeezed her hand, silently assuring her that everything would be okay.

Within moments, the front door burst open, revealing the concerned faces of my teammates, Callen, Sam, and Kensi. Their eyes darted between YN and me, their expressions a mixture of relief and curiosity.

"What happened, Deeks? Why did you rush out of here like the building was on fire?" Callen asked, his voice laced with worry.

Sam's stern gaze softened as he took in the scene before him. "Is YN okay?" he asked, concern etched in his voice.

Kensi, ever the intuitive one, observed the aftermath of YN's anxiety attack and offered a comforting smile. "Hey, YNN. Are you feeling better now?"

YN nodded weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you all for coming. I... I just needed Marty."

Understanding crossed their faces as they exchanged glances, realizing the depth of our connection. They knew how much YN meant to me and how fiercely I would protect her. Without a word, they closed ranks around us, forming a united front of support.

Callen placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Deeks, we're a team, on and off the field. We're here for you, always."

Sam nodded, his voice filled with unwavering loyalty. "We've got your back, brother. Whatever you and YN need, just say the word."

Kensi's eyes sparkled with compassion as she spoke. "YN, you're part of our family now. We're here to support you just as much as we're here for Marty."

A wave of gratitude washed over me, knowing that I had the unwavering support of my teammates, my family. In that moment, I realized that no matter what challenges we faced, we would face them together.

YN's grip on my hand tightened, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Thank you, all of you. Your presence means more than words can express."

As we sat together, the weight of the world seemed to lift from our shoulders. We were surrounded by a circle of trust, a haven where vulnerability was met with understanding and love. In the midst of chaos, we found strength in each other, our bonds forged through shared experiences and unwavering loyalty.

#ruby arrows #ruby arrows imagines #ncis #ncis la #ncis x reader #ncis imagine #ncis fanfiction #ncis la x reader #ncis la imagine #ncis la imagines #ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #marty deeks x reader #marty deeks imagine #marty deeks imagines #marty deeks fanfiction

[ask-wren-zhang]

Shrub Club: episode 3

As promised, she has come bearing snacks and beverages. Or rather, she insists on helping with the garnishes and a few ‘taste tests’, while a few mutual friends of Deek carry out most of the work, such as setting up the small catering station and serving platters, adjusting the centrepieces and the food presentation. The house elves take great pride in their culinary magic, and Wren is left mesmerised by it every time without fail. A miniature picnic table is finely set with a tea kettle and a jar of syrup, accompanied by trays of fruits, cheese and seasonal fare. The main menu consists of Butterbeer and a blueberry pie, big enough to satisfy a party of four. Wren did hear @justaskmagnoliaellistor enjoys all things blueberries.

She takes a slice and nibbles on it, scanning the area; the location is near perfection, with ample sunlight, good drainage and accessibility to the Herbology greenhouses, though the lack of proximity to water sources she finds mildly worrying.

Conjuring her notebook, in which having already briefed a list of magical elements she’d planned to incorporate, involving enchanted soil, lighting, and now adding irrigation enchantments, if applicable.

Wren scarfs down the slice of pie and marvells as arrays of wood and stone diligently slot themselves together like an intricate puzzle - the greenhouse already looks half finished, and the construction carries on swimmingly. Turns out @demetrius-haggarty is much more adept at spellcasting than he realises.

She sits back, her lap balancing her sketchpad, and worries if her efforts may be too ambitious. Bits of charcoal and worn pencils rattling as she unfurls each page. Colours bloom like stains on oil paint, edges of her vision sharpened, details now finer.

Wren wants to plant a tree in the middle, Hawthorne (hehe), to grow wild and deep, belonging to no one but the soil beneath the ground base, and the dappled sky above. A dome is to be put in place, and it will be sheltering an even bigger world, with every unused space, they will fill with their own touches, the turning of seasons itself. The Extension Charm should do the trick.

Just as she scouts for any availability for walkways, or even additional features like seating areas or ponds. One minor detail sticks out regarding the layout of the greenhouse's dimensions: there is no glass.

“Well, that just won’t do. I wonder what are the chances of a glassmaking charm?” Wren ponders aloud, wondering if it’d be easier to up and transfigure a pile of sand into glass instead. That said, it wouldn’t hurt to try. She taps her chin, and looks out towards the lake, where the narrow, gently sloping land lies along its edge, an idea begins to surface. She wonders if @theodoradevlin would be willing for an experiment.

Her eyes flash with inspiration, it is brief. “What’s between beach sand and lake sand anyways?”

Wren’s notebook:

Climate control charms with heating, cooling, and humidity control to ensure optimal growing conditions.

Research and select plants that thrive in the chosen environment. Incorporate a mix of exotic, rare, and unique species, if one wishes. (Want to plant a pumpkin patch albeit unsure if Maggie would like that.)

Integrate both natural and artificial lighting to mimic day-night cycles, ensuring the plants receive adequate light.

Implement protective charms to keep magical plants safe from pests and potential intruders. Magical wards or enchantments can be used for additional security.

Maintenance Plan: a regular upkeep schedule for watering, fertilising, and pruning plants.

Decoration: sculptures, fountains, or artwork (?) a butterfly garden perhaps.

Ensure that safety measures are in place, such as emergency exits. Must include protective gear e.g. earmuffs or dragonhide gloves, to protect both the greenhouse and its occupants.

#rp #shrub club #demetrius #theo #magnolia

[foxglovevibes]

Musical pieces I associate with the different MC/character ships of Hogwarts Legacy Pt. I

Ominis Gaunt

- "Epiphany" by Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross for Soul

(To me, this particular piece just evokes so much the tenderness/kindness that Ominis prefers to keep hidden out of fear of being taken advantage of and really encapuslates just how it feels when he begins to open up to the MC and show his true self to them. Not to mention the hope his relationship with them would give him as it continues to grow and evolve, the desire it gives him to become kinder to, and even forgive, himself for the things that had happened to him in his youth-)

Natsai Onai

- "September" by Sparky Deathcap

(Immediately, this instrumental just evokes the adventurous/wondorous spirit that Natty has, as well as how profoundly her relationship with the MC affects them and the way they see the world. And how they in turn leave a deep and lasting impact on her as well. But, after Natty takes the crucio meant for them, they find that they have a chance to truly get to know one another better without all of the action around them being their primary focus. Only to find themselves inexplicably wrapped around the other's finger and finding everything about the other as captivating as the dangers they had faced together.)

Amit Thakkar

- "Lucy Meets Mr. Tumnus" by Harry Gregson-Williams for The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe

(This piece never ceases to make me think of MC spending nights stargazing with Amit, seeking out astronomy tables together or going over old tomes on the observatory deck with hot cups of cocoa to warm their hands (courtesy of Deek-). Sometimes keeping to their studies, other times getting to know one another better. Once even trying and failing not to fall into a laughing fit when they stay out for so long that their robes had gotten frozen to the observation deck's railings. Amit in particular coming to realise that he's spending less time looking for the constellations in the sky, and spending more time looking for them in MC's eyes-)

Sebastian Sallow

- "The Ludlows" by James Horner for Legends of the Fall

(God, this piece. This piece really just captures the bittersweet tenderness of MC's relationship with Sebastian. How bright, how hopeful their very beginning together had been and how they grew to draw strength from and depend on one another in their times of need. How deeply they cared for one another before Sebastian's worries, his fears nearly took him to a place MC couldn't follow. With venomous words said and dangerous actions taken. But it also captures the relief of managing to come back together after everything is said and done. How MC could still see him as the boy they first came to know in the withdrawn and angry stranger he had become.)

Poppy Sweeting

- "Emma Suite" by Isobel Waller-Bridge and David Schweitzer for Emma

(This suite has a lot of unexpected qualities and hidden treats within it, something that perfectly fits Poppy and how she first approaches MC. And it definitely captures just how intrigued the MC is by Poppy as well and how drawn they are to/protective they are of her. Both in her endeavours to do right by the magical creatures around them and on a personal level. And is also quite fitting in how Poppy is initially singularly focused in doing her best to make amends for her past and family, but steadily comes to recognise just how important it is for her to have MC in her life and reaches out to show her own trust in them as well.)

Garreth Weasley

- "Obituary" by Alexandre Desplat for The French Dispatch

(The quirky and endearing nature of this piece is absolutely spot on for what the MC's relationship with Garreth would be like. Absolutely full of moments that make them want to rip their hair out, unbelievable fondness and enduring sweetness that just mellows everything out. Garreth is far from perfect and neither is MC but thats what makes it all the better when they come together to work on how to making this thing between them last.)

#hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #foxglovevibes #foxglove writes #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy sebastian x mc #character analysis #music analysis #natsai onai #poppy sweeting #amit thakkar #garreth weasley #headcanons #these are just my opinion/take #if they aren't your cup of tea look elsewhere

[deeksblye]

This is my very first time writing a fanfic and it's also my first time writing in english so please be nice :) I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This dialogue is happening after episode 15S14 "The Other Shoe"

"Family is all that matters"

As they were leaving the boxe gym Kensi called Rosa, as promised, and told her that everything was fine and they were picking her up in 30 minutes.

As the three of them were entering the house Deeks cheerfully asked what they wanted for dinner.

"Ok so which one of my famous fancy dishes you ladies want today?"

"I actually was thinking about ordering some take out. It's been a very long day, we deserve it." Kensi responded.

"That sounds amazing. What about tacos, or chinese?" Deeks paused for a bit and then added enthusiastically: "Or we could order Rosa's favourite pizza."

Kensi looked thrilled about any of the options, which wasn't a surprise, but Rosa didn't seem to care. Actually it was at that moment that they realized that she had been oddly quiet ever since they picked her up.

"Hey Rose, is everything ok?" Deeks asked in a sweeter tone.

"Oh yes don't worry, I'm fine."

Kensi looked at Deeks with concern in her eyes and then asked "Are you sure? Cause you've been quiet ever since we picked you up."

"AND you didn't show any excitement when I mentioned your favourite pizza, which is definitely an indicator that something is off with you today." Then he added carefully "Come on sweetheart, talk to us. What's going on?"

"I'm just worried. First that woman showed up here covered in blood, and then that men was at the door and Kensi sent me to my room, but I saw that you were grabbing a gun." She said this last part redirecting her attention to Kensi.

The concern and fear in her voice as she spoke were impossible to hide which filled Kensi and Deeks with concern and angst for putting Rosa in that position. After everything she went through she deserved to have a normal and happy life. That was all they wanted for her, and they were doing everything in their power to grant her that, but some days like today they felt like they failed.

Kensi tried her best to calm her down right away "Oh no Rosa, you don't have to worry about that sweetie. That woman wasn't dangerous, we've known her for a few years and she just needed our help. About the men that showed up this afternoon…" Kensi paused for a few seconds, thinking carefully about her next words. "You were never in danger bacause I would never let that men get to you Rosa. Never. You will always be safe with us sweetheart."

"We will always do everything in our power to protect you, to make sure you're safe." Deeks added, his words were filled with love and compression.

Rosa turned her back to them and sat on the couch in a failed attempt to hide the tears that had started to form in her eyes. Kensi and Deeks followed her right away and sat with her, one in each of her sides.

"What else is concerning you?" Kensi asked.

Rosa paused for a few seconds while looking down and then finally let it out. "I know I'm safe around you two. It's not just me I'm worried about, I'm scared for you. I know your job is very dangerous and I don't want anything to happen to you two." She said it all very fast trying to control her emotions but at this point that task became impossible. Rosa started to cry, big tears rolling down her cheeks. Between sobs and looking at them she finally said "You're all I have, and I've already lost everything once. I can't lose you. I just can't."

Kensi and Deeks looked horrified for a few seconds, not knowing what to do or say. Finally Kensi wrapped her arm around Rosa's shoulders while Deeks grabbed her hand and gently touched her knee.

"Rosa baby… Nothing will happen to us, we're always very careful and we know how to take care of us. Besides, we're always looking out for each other." Kensi said in a lower tone, almost whispering.

Deeks finally looked less shocked and spoke "And, in the very unlikely hypothesis that something happens to both of us, you won't be alone. There are a lot of people that love and care for you like my mom and Julia, Callen and Sam. God even admiral Kilbride likes to spend time with you, and that's a huge thing coming from him."

"Exactly sweetheart, you have a family now. Deeks and I aren't the only ones looking out for you. You'll never be alone again Rosa, never. Do you understand?"

Rosa finally calmed down and dried the tears in her face using her sleeves and said with a weak smile "Yes, I know that. Thank you for calming me down."

This was all she needed to hear, she needed to know that she wasn't alone, she never would have to be alone and scared like before ever again, and in that moment she felt at peace.

Rosa laid her head in Kensi's shoulder who responded by holding her thight. Deeks held Rosa's hand and gently rubbed her back. She squeezed his and back in response.

They stayed like this for a few minutes, no one said anything bacuse there was no need. That room was filled with love and in that moment they felt like nothing else mattered. After a while Rosa spoke in a calm voice.

"I think I deserve that pizza now." And she finally showed her beautiful smile.

Kensi and Deeks smiled at her and Kensi gently kissed Rosa's head.

This was definitely all that mattered. Family was all that mattered.

#ncis la #ncis los angeles #densi #kensi blye #marty deeks #martin deeks #kensi and deeks #daniela ruah #eric christian olsen #nataliadelriego #rosareyes #ncislafan #ncislafandom #ncisla #ncislafanfic #drabble #14x15 #ncis la season 14 #ncislafamily

[typingtess]

A few thoughts on "Maybe Today"

Really interesting case of the week.  They didn't do the Cold Case thing where there was a ton of music or clothing that pinpointed the exact year.  There was the Bush speech and the now "old" car but that was it.  

Good work by everyone on the case.  Everyone was siloed on their own spaces – Callen and Sam with the crime scene and the Bakers, Kensi and Deeks with the victims and late outside the Baker house, Fatima and Rountree in the office – but it didn't feel the way so many of the COVID episodes felt.

There were three fathers in this episode.  Deeks was played for laughs with not wanting Rosa to risk anything.  Kensi was pushing back but look at the case they were working.  A young woman was raped, a woman who tried to help her was murdered.  Deeks is completely over the top with kiln worries but there is a terrible world out there and both he and Kensi know that.  

Not for jokes was Jack Baker who killed a woman to protect his awful son.  Also not for jokes was Kilbride trying to navigate a relationship with Alex.  There was a bit of happiness in Alex's reaction to Kilbride returning after Alex sent him away.   Their conversations were brutal and so well acted.  The two men were great (the score was a bit intrusive).  

A really strong episode that sadly introduced a fun new character in Daisy.  I'm hoping she shows up on the mothership and out in the Hawai'i sibling.  

#NCIS: Los Angeles #NCIS: LA #NCIS Los Angeles #ncis la

[humanoidalien27]

Content warning: Some fluffy stuff

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Chapter 10

Godric and Salazar

      Anne treated Sebastian differently after reading the entirety of the journal. Unfortunately, she did the same to you. Not that she held you accountable for her parents' death, being Solomon decided to try returning the favor, but she was a bit gentler to Felix afterwards too.

"The teachers will be coming to the school soon for their start of term planning and I think we should try talking to them."

All eyes fell onto Anne, who immediately thought she said something wrong.

"I don't think-" Felix started.

"No, I think she's right. Professor Fig and I did things alone and he died in the end. But, it would be counterproductive for you or Sebastian to be seen."

"You keep trying to shut me out-"

You glared at Sebastian. "I'm trying to keep you out of Azkaban."

He glared, but fell quiet as Felix snickered from behind his hand.

"Given your past, you protecting a convict is a little funny," he admitted, when your eyes slid his way.

"Being you used to be an auror, is it hard to be a convict now?"

He chuckled back, obviously expecting you to snap back, as if it confirmed something to him. "Touché-"

Granny whacked him on the back of the head, startling him out of his challenge stare. "You leave that girl alone or I swear to your father, I will smack you again."

He crinkled his nose. "Mom, you're supposed to be on my side."

"Since when? Besides, she's family too and if you're right about what you see, all of them are."

"Pardon?"

Granny smiled at all of you, the look said not to worry about it.

"No, no, are we family?" You asked, glancing at Sebastian worriedly.

"No, you're not related to them," Felix replied, giving his mom a sharp glance. "Anyway, the teachers will be here tomorrow. Sharp is going to be the hardest to convince, so I'd suggest you talk to him."

You blinked slowly. "Why me?"

"Sharp believes as I do, that you're my child. Especially given what house you ended up in."

"Gryffindor?"

Granny chuckled. "De'lany was from a long line of Hufflepuffs. So, we're pretty confident that you're our family."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "Because you're related to Godric and I'm a Gryffindor?"

"It runs in the family," Felix replied, giving a wink.

"Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin descendants," Sebastian complained softly. "I'm feeling very left out now."

"Sometimes the best place to be, is the one without expectations that come with a prestigious family lineage to live up to," Granny replied and gave a soft sigh. "Anyway, I'm going to go visit that phoenix Felix told me about. I've always wanted to see one."

"I'll lead you Mother," Felix said following after her.

You smirked their way. "I bet a galleon he's going to have a "talk" with his mom."

"I think it's safer to stay out of it," Ominis replied, grabbing your attention.

"So, Omni, are we going to go from great friends until we get older and start fighting about blood status of our students?"

His expression remained unchanged. "Why? Are you going to end up Pureblood crazy when you're older?"

"Not likely, but thank you for finally admitting we're friends."

"I didn't think it needed to be said out loud. I thought it was obvious."

You leaned closer to Sebastian. "Did he just call me stupid?"

"Oblivious, actually," Anne jumped in with a smile. "Though, I'm not, so I'm going to go see the unicorn's in the swamp vivarium. They're beautiful."

She tugged Ominis up to his feet before leaving.

"Odd behavior," you whispered, narrowing your eyes before they flicked to Sebastian who was rubbing the back of his neck. "It's almost like they were ditching us. Do you think Anne has a crush on Omni?"

"She used to, but I'm not sure if she still does."

You climbed up to your feet as you glanced around, missing how Sebastian turned towards you. "Where's Deek? He didn't eat breakfast with us today."

He was almost relieved you spoke, but a part of him was also anxious about it.

"He went to share some of your stress-baking with the other house elves."

You narrowed your eyes, before meeting his. "No one complained before. I can try painting again, I guess. I haven't done it in a long time-"

Sebastian chuckled while you started gathering the plates up. "No one can, your cooking is good, though if you stress-bake, how'd Ominis not ever eat your food?"

"One of our neighbors had lost his wife. I would give it to him so he'd eat, because it looked like he stopped feeding himself."

He moved to help though the left over food was given to the chomping cabbages to keep them happy.

"Can I ask you something?"

You glanced back at him before placing the dishes in the tub of water.

"It must be serious. Usually you just ask."

His expression fell flat at the teasing, but he moved closer.

"Was there a reason you kept helping me?"

"Other than being your friend?"

He gave a light smack on your shoulder with the towel he'd picked up to help. "I'm being serious here."

You shrugged as you moved so your hair would create a curtain so he wouldn't see your cheeks turn red.

"And if I said I did have another reason? Maybe it was a selfish one. What would you say to that?"

"I'd ask about it and whether you're going to keep washing the same plate forever."

You handed it to him, making him laugh. "Shut up."

That only made him laugh harder.

"I liked your company, okay? You weren't angry when I won the duel in dark arts, you weren't a jerk about me being weird with ancient magic, at least at first."

He bumped your shoulder. "Did you have a crush on me."

You pushed another plate into his chest. "I hate you sometimes."

"Is that admittance?"

Unsure about the teasing, you brushed it off. "No, it's not. Now can we finish these. I don't want Deke thinking he's only here to clean all the time."

You rolled your eyes when he chuckled.

"If I had asked you to the three broomsticks for a butterbeer, would you have gone?"

"Why wouldn't I? We were pretty much always on one adventure or another. Down time with friends might have been a welcomed break."

He went silent for a moment, his eyes watching your movements carefully. "I meant...more than a friend."

Struck by his words, you ended up dropping the plate back into the tub, spraying both of you with suds.

"Are you playing another joke Sebastian? It's very poor taste-"

When you turned, you could clearly see the embarrassment on his face as he wiped it clean of bubbles.

He smirked when he seen the ones sticking to your temple and chin. "I don't think a beard is in your future." He carefully wiped it away, his eyes meeting yours only after removing the one on your temple. "I wasn't by the way. Making a joke. I was going to ask... eventually, but our fifth year wasn't exactly lacking in emergencies and adventures. Then by the end of it, I thought you hated me, justly so, but still."

"No, I didn't hate you. Strongly disliked who you were becoming, yes."

"And now?"

So many emotions passed over his face before he dropped his eyes to his feet.

"You're getting back to the guy I met in defense against the dark arts, he's now just a little older and wiser."

"So, if I asked about going to get a butterbeer?"

"I'd say no," you replied, almost snickering at his dejected expression before poking the crease between his brows. "You're still a wanted criminal Sebastian. We can go once all of this is over."

"Guaranteeing we don't die on this new venture."

Scooping up some suds, you plopped it right into his head. "Don't jinx us!"

"I'm just saying!" He laughed, as a sud fight ensued.

By the time you had worn yourselves out, the floor was covered in bubbles as well as the both of you.

"Man, I haven't had that much fun in a long time," he whispered, watching you trying to build something out of the bubbles. "What in Merlin's name are you doing?"

"Shush, you're distracting me."

He laughed again and shook his head. "If I'm that distracting, how were you the top of the class?"

"I'm good at ignoring you when I need to."

He pressed his hand to his chest dramatically. "You wound me."

Rolling your eyes you pointed your wand at the figure and transfigured it into a statue of a fox.

Sebastian eyed it carefully as you picked it up, took his hand and set it into his palm.

"There you go."

"What's this for?" He asked turning it over a few times.

"It's you," you teased, seeing his eyebrow raise. "Come on the similarities between you and a fox are a considerable amount. Playful, mischievous, utter goofballs, curious, adaptive and smart, all good qualities-"

Warmth pressed to your mouth as your vision blurred, seeing only dark brown and speckled peach, throwing you for a second before you realized what was happening and your pulse shot into overdrive while your mind went fuzzy.

Sebastian hesitated like even he just caught up to what he was doing. His hand slid across your skin to the back of your neck as he kissed you once more before pulling away.

His face was tomato red, getting his freckles to almost disappear. "I'm sorry. I keep doing things without thinking, a habit I will try to work on."

"I didn't mind it." You smiled when his eyes snapped up to meet yours, getting your cheeks to heat further. "You can stop staring at me now."

He chuckled, his eyes brightening further than you've ever seen them as his hands cupped the sides of your face. "Never."

This time you kissed him back, though it didn't last long due to him shifting and slipping on the bubbles.

He fell onto his side, but didn't look hurt as you broke out into a fit of laughter.

He gave a small grunt, before grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the bubbles beside him.

"There's never a dull moment with you, is there?" You teased, the bubble pile growing taller as if to hide you two in it.

He watched the side of your face, this was something he hadn't seen in a while. You laughing and truly meaning it.

"I missed you while I was locked up."

You looked over at him, seeing very little from how close your faces were.

His eyes closed, content to just enjoy the moment, but voices could be heard from the upper balcony.

"I guess they're done giving us privacy," he teased, before sitting up, the room already taking care of the suds now that they were no longer needed.

He stood and held his hand out to you, without hesitation, you took it.

You thought nothing if it, but to Sebastian it meant everything that you showed him trust, something he wasn't going to lose again.

Before everyone else came down, both of you busied yourself with the dishes, trying to appear as though nothing had happened.

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[orionares]

BTHB: Ambulance Ride, Part 2

A:N: Part 1 can be found here

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They find Roberta in the living room an hour later. 

Roberta nurses a glass of wine as she flips through a photo album on her lap. Her eyes are puffy as she hums after every page flip. Deeks lets her continue for another minute before calling out, "Mama."

"Sweetheart," a rare nickname that sends a chill down his spine. "Come sit."

"What happened that day?" Deeks asks without budging. He feels Kensi touch his shoulder again and he melts only slightly under her touch. "What actually happened?"

"Your father came home, drunker than usual and already out of his mind," Roberta replies. She takes a sip of wine, "And just before dinner, he went after me. And then you shot him."

"No," Deeks corrects her, his tone harsher than intended. "I shot him before he could hurt you."

"You shot him after."

Kensi's arm shoots behind him as he staggers back. The one thing he had held onto through everything- protecting his mother- is wrong.

"So I didn't save you from him?" Deeks chokes out. Roberta immediately rises to her feet and crosses the room. 

She cups his face and whispers, "No, you did save me. You saved me when no one else would. Even after calling the police and asking for help, you were the one who saved me."

"Wai- what happened to you?" He rests his hand over her hands. Deeks blinks away the tears and tries to verbalize the thousands of questions exploding in his mind. "How- how bad did he hurt you? And why did I end up in foster care?"

"I had a concussion, a broken hip and I wasn't in the best mind set," Roberta explains. She turns and walks back towards the couch- her walk is slower and cautious as she moves with a hand over her left hip. 

"You didn't have a support system," Kensi concludes softly. He notes her gaze dropping to her own hands and he assumes she's replaying her own time on the streets.

"Most people blamed me for-" Roberta forms quotations with her fingers, "- influencing you. For not stopping you from shooting your own father. So I was alone and I couldn't take care of you, son. So you went to a family in Porter Ranch for six weeks."

The tears begin to roll down his cheeks and he doesn't try to stop it. "So you were alone to recover-"

Roberta chuckles softly and wipes his cheek with her thumb. She tugs gently at his chin with her pointer finger and thumb. "There you go worrying about everyone around you. I was alone but what mattered was that you were safe," Roberta says, "Your safety was always my priority. You remember the stars?"

The memory of watching his mother stick small glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling for his tenth birthday brings a pang of sadness.  

"You bought me those stars so that I had something to look at if you and Dad ever got into a fight and I got scared," Deeks mutters. "And I-"

He stops mid sentence at another piece of a puzzle falling into place. 

Eleven year old him, staring at the ceiling in a home that isn't his and missing those stars. 

"Something else come back?" Kensi asks. She's now in front of him, next to Roberta and now squeezing his hand. Deeks bows his head and sighs in response. "What can we do? What do you need?"

His head is throbbing now under the swirling, overwhelming mixture of loss, confusion and bite of memories. The Investigator steps back from both women just as a choking noise leaves his lip.

"I need a minu- I need answers," Deeks stammers.  He's backing away without actively realizing it, escaping on instinct from any further questions or new memories. "I'm- I have to go."

—----

"Agent Callen, a word?"

Callen glances up to Admiral Kilbride’s appearance at the top of the stairs. A slow, quiet day in OPS has him the only agent in the bullpen with the others scattered between the Mission and the boatshed. The agent rises and sighs before walking past the desks and up the second to last stair from the top. 

"You and I need to talk," Kilbride states flatly and immediately turns on his heels to walk to his office. Callen watches him walk for a few seconds before following him. 

At the door, Callen spies Deeks' file open on Kilbride's desk. He hesitates to enter, holding up a finger and asking, "Everything okay?"

"Close the door," Kilbride says. He flips a page in Deeks' file before sitting at his desk. "Investigator Deeks finished his check in session with the Navy psychologist and some things were discovered."

Callen crosses the space from the door to the closest arm chair and sits. "What do you mean 'discovered'?"

"In Deeks' file, it is noted that he spent time in foster care after shooting his father." Kilbride pauses, showing a rare loss of words. "It was assumed that those details were….Deeks has no memory of being in foster care."

What? Callen racks through as many conversations he's had with the Investigator about his life and realizes that number is low.

Too low. What kind of friend have I been?

"So was there an error?" Callen asks. He shifts in his seat anxiously. "Or are you telling me that-"

"He doesn't remember the details of shooting Gordon John Brandel, his mother's injuries or being in foster care," Kilbride finishes. The older man appears somber, another rarity for the same man who'd chastised 'cronuts' for ten minutes straight the day before. 

"I hope you understand why I'm telling you this," Kilbride states after a few minutes of silence between the two. "I am finding that as a person dealing with my own problems as a parent, I don't have the words to help…but you do."

"Ok," Callen sighs softly and rises to his feet. He's already replaying his own memories of being in foster care to find a starting point. Admiral Kilbride holds up a finger to stop Callen from leaving and pulls a new file from a drawer. On the cover, he spots a handwritten case number- LAPD #93765-976- and immediately recognizes what he's about to be handed. 

"In case he's ready for answers," Kilbride explains. Callen nods and walks towards the door, thinking worriedly- Hopefully these bring good answers and not make things worse. 

—---

Callen finds the Investigator sitting in the sand at Victoria Beach. 

The beach isn’t as busy as he’d expect for the middle of the day with a few locals strolling up the shoreline. The air is cool with a moderate breeze that rustles Deeks’ blonde hair. As Callen approaches, he finds the Investigator to sit almost statuesque- like with arms propped on his knees and head bowed. 

"Heard you got some news,” Callen says. He pauses and waits for any response from Deeks. “Kilbride filled me in and Kensi let me know you came here to think.”

Deeks doesn’t move, only lifting his head to peer up at Callen. The agent sighs and sits down next to Deeks and states, “You doubting yourself right now? I’m guessing you don’t trust your own memory right now.”

“Having a six week gap does that to a person,” Deeks mumbles under his breath. “How much do you know?”

“Does it matter? Look, Deeks-” Callen explains, “I’m not going to tell you that everything is going to magically come back to you and that you aren’t going to feel like…..you’ve been cheated or- I don’t know. But I can  tell you that it doesn’t make you weak.”

Deeks blows out a puff of air through pursed lips. “This whole time- my entire life- I thought I had saved my mom from any pain,” he whispers tearfully, “but she still got hurt.” 

“Deeks, you- you have always been the protector of people you love, I’m guessing.” 

“Callen.” Deeks drops his head again and sighs loudly. “I just can’t get over the fact that I-”

“Killbride gave me the case file,” Callen admits and immediately chastised himself for revealing the file. He had skimmed the case file when he had arrived at the beach and the details, the details-

Bastard’s lucky he’s dead, Callen thinks silently. He refocuses his attention back on Deeks to find him staring, blue eyes wide and wet in disbelief. “I have the case file,” Callen repeats, “and whenever you are ready, I can answer any-”

“Tell me. Tell me everything.”

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A/N: Part 3 coming soon

#ncis la #densi #marty deeks #bad things happen bingo #bad things bingo #g callen

[ao3feed-ncislosangeles]

I Want It That Way

by Howlingwolf27 What would happen if Gibbs was the father to Mcgee and Buck and they helped him to heal and move on from losing Shannon and Kelly.   When Mcgee is hurt in the building of NCIS Headquarters blowing up Gibbs has to call not only an old friend but also his younger son and that sets wheels in motion. Words: 1182, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV), NCIS, NCIS: Los Angeles Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Jethro Gibbs, Leon Vance, Jimmy Palmer, Timothy McGee, Ziva David, Anthony DiNozzo, Abby Sciuto, Athena Grant, Bobby Nash, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Ravi Panikkar, Albert Han (9-1-1 TV), G Callen, Sam Hanna, May Grant (9-1-1 TV), Marty Deeks, Kensi Blye, Hetty Lange, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Ducky Mallard Relationships: Jethro Gibbs/Leon Vance, G Callen/Sam Hanna, Ziva David/Anthony DiNozzo, Timothy McGee/Jimmy Palmer, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Kensi Blye/Marty Deeks, Athena Grant/Bobby Nash, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson/Karen Wilson, Albert Han/Ravi Panikkar, Jethro Gibbs & Timothy McGee, Anthony DiNozzo & Jethro Gibbs, Ziva David & Jethro Gibbs Additional Tags: Parental Jethro Gibbs, Protective Jethro Gibbs, Worried Jethro Gibbs, Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley, Established Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley is Christopher Diaz's Parent, Protective Evan "Buck" Buckley, Worried Eddie Diaz, Hurt Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Protective May Grant (9-1-1 TV), Smart Evan "Buck" Buckley, U.S. Navy SEAL Evan "Buck" Buckley, Army Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Jethro Gibbs Is Evan "Buck" Buckley And Timothy Mcgee's Parent via https://ift.tt/loXxRi1

#ncis la #Hetty Lange #Owen Granger #G Callen #Sam Hanna #Kensi Blye #Marty Deeks #Nell Jones #Eric Beale

[idreamofdensi]

7x10: Internal Affairs-Where Deeks has escaped

Deeks is on the run and it’s only a matter of time before trouble finds him.

He doesn’t have a phone or money so he can’t contact his team for help so he needs to rely on his street smarts to keep himself and Monica safe.

#ncis los angeles #Deeks escapes #he needs to protect Monica #no phone and every cop in LA thinks his a Cop Killer #Kensi is worried sick

[wastelandlovingscenarios]

I want this to be a short request but how would crushing!companions react to sole who holds their hand whenever they get scared and it slowly turns into a habit for them to always hold onto his hand?

omg this is literally so cute, bye. 🥺💗 i hope you enjoy, anon.

to keep it short, i’ll just write their reactions to when sole holds their hand and i will put ‘companions react to sole holding their hand as a habit’ in a separate post! <3

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Danse:

it’s nothing new in his life— he’s experienced his fair share of people holding onto him during stressful and terrifying situations, so it’s something he’s used to. however, sole is an exception in this case. it’s been quite a while since he’s caught feelings for his companion, so it’s different in certain situations with them.

when they first get startled and hold his hand, he tenses up, his mind going completely blank as they wrap their fingers around his palm. though millions of people have done the same action to him in the past, this one feels different and he swears it makes him feel emotions he’s never truly felt before. before he can question what their intentions were, he noticed how they drew closer to him, eyes frantically scanning their surroundings and he realizes that there may have been an uncomfortable presence around.

so danse slowly takes a breath and squeezes their hand in return, looking down at them with red cheeks and a nervous expression. “you’re safe, don’t worry. if there appears to be any threat within our vacinity, i will neutralize it as best as i can.” when they look at him with a relieved smile, he feels his heart swell with emotions he’s never felt in his lifetime. he doesn’t dare to let go until sole feels safe enough to do so and even when they do, he fights the urge to take their hand in his once more.

instead, he impatiently waits for the next time he has the chance to hold their hand in his again, already excited though he refuses to admit it.

Deacon:

deacons not a very affection man nor has he received any affection from any other individual besides his late other half. To say this situation was terrifying for him was an understatement. he’s probably already dreading the fact that he has an unavoidable crush for his companion, not wanting to deal with that type of stress no longer.

the first time his crush rushes to hold his hand out of fear of their surroundings, he immediately pulls away out of habit and stares at them with a lump in his throat, words scrambled and refusing to leave his mouth for a moment. “i-, uh-“

with a mortified expression, sole waves it off with a flush on their face and an embarrassed tone, “shit i’m sorry. it’s just a habit, please don’t mind me.” they slowly distance themselves away from him and deacon quickly gets his act together, inwardly panicking that he may have hurt their feelings unintentionally. “no, it’s fine. i just- uh.” they tilt their head with a confused expression and instead of explaining himself, he lets out a soft apology and awkwardly goes on his way to save him the embarrassment. when he thinks about it later, he feels a pang of guilt hit him and realizes he may have been too harsh, so he tries to make an exception.

next time around, when sole does accidentally jump to grab his hand, it takes him a moment to calm himself down but does gather the courage to return the gesture. he would notice the surprised expression on soles face, and even though he’s internally losing it, he musters up the same shit eating smile he always has and cracks a joke; “charmer, i know it’s hard to stay away from me, but you could at least try.” when sole doesn’t respond and sends him a confused expression, he gives them a small smile and tugs their hand, “that’s okay though, i don’t mind. good ol’ deeks will scare the monsters away.”

when sole lets out a small chuckle, he feels himself grow agitated and immediately whips around to hide the blush on his face as he drags sole along with him. “we better get going if we wanna get outta this scary place. yknow, before you jump out of your shoes.”

Maccready:

he’s very to himself in most situations and values his personal space just as much as most people do in the commonwealth. he believes in a personal bubble and really enforces that idea, respecting his own personal space as well as others. however in this case, mac is probably just as scared as sole is, though he may be a lot better at hiding it.

when sole does grab his hand, he doesn’t give attention to it at first due to him being scared as well but when he does notice them showing signs of fear, he tries to reassure them, even though he’s flustered at the sudden contact. with a deep breath, he sucks in his negative emotions and decides to step up to bring comfort to them.

“hey, you okay?” when sole doesn’t respond, he just pulls them closer and squeezes their hand gently to grab their attention. when they do look at him, he smiles awkwardly, a inevitable blush dusting his cheeks. “earth to sole?”

when they explain their habit of doing so, he tries to lighten the mood by telling stories about his life in the capital wasteland and how he felt during his time at little lamplight, letting them know that he had similar fears and still continues to have them despite him experiencing the wasteland for years.

soon enough, their hands naturally find home in each other as they both continue exchanging similar experiences they’ve had, laughter filling the silence that sole feared just moments back.

Hancock:

hancocks a very touchy man and people do show him quite a lot of affection, so just like danse, he’s used to the constant attention others show him, only this time, the perspective is a little different. he enjoys it far more than other companions and doesn’t mind when they rush to hold his hand, though it catches him off guard.

for a moment, he processes the events occurring but once he does, he lets out a soft smile and a chuckles under his breath. he wants to let out a flirtatious comment or two, but fights the urge and instead, soothes their fear instead of embarrassing them.

“don’t worry, sunshine. you know i wouldn’t let anyone hurt you.” he’d rub his thumb against their knuckles and smiles when he sees the tenseness in their body melt away. “in fact..”

when he lets go of their hand, he sees the panic grow on their face and lets out a small chuckle. with a swift movement, he gently throws his arm over their shoulder and pulls them closer, rubbing their arm reassuringly.

“.. this might be a little more comforting. no matter what happens, i’ll always be ready to protect you this way. don’t you agree?” when they chuckle and nod at his suggestion, he pulls them closer to his body, whispering loud enough for them to hear.

“ ‘m always here for you, sunshine. you don’t ever have to be scared, especially with me around. don’t ever feel like you have to hide it from me.” sole lets out a small hum before leaning into his touch, trusting every word that left his mouth.

Nick Valentine:

nick is very understanding with a situation like this and doesn’t mind it one bit. though he does get a bit flustered, he tries to play out the scenario in a way where they won’t feel embarrassed about the events occurring. he’s aware that everyone has their fair share of fears, no matter how tough you play out to be.

“things can get pretty scary around here, i know.” when he smiles down at them, they feel a sense of ease and relax into his touch instead of having the urge to pull away. “waking up 200 years later in a completely different life will do that to you.”

sole would sigh and hold his hand tighter, their voice barely a whisper as their cheeks flush with embarrassment. “i wonder how you do it sometimes.”

nick lets out a small laugh at their reaction. “it wasn’t always like this, sweetheart. i was just as scared as you, maybe even worse.” sole looks at him with curiosity as he continues on, “theres always something new everyday but soon you’ll learn how to adapt to it.”

“you think so?”

“i know so.” his words are full of reassurance and comfort, allowing sole to let go of any negative feelings that filled their chest.

“good thing i have the best companion in the wasteland to guide me around this hellhole.” sole puts it out as a joke, but knows a part of it was the truth that she was wholeheartedly grateful for.

he proceeded to rub his thumb on their knuckles, feeling a sense of happiness in their comment, “i’ll do my best to meet your expectations, partner.”

Preston:

poor boy. he’d be a blushing mess if sole were to ever do something as simple as this. if they were to dart to grab his hand, even out of fear, he’d stutter in confusion, obviously flustered at the idea of them latching onto him. “w-what are you d-doing?”

his body would immediately freeze upon contact, stopping in his tracks despite the possibility of getting attacked at any given moment. when he catches the terror in their expression, he’s reminded that the general has their weak points too. so instead of questioning their actions any further, he tries to reassure them despite his pounding heart.

“did you wanna turn around? we can always find another route. we could even send a team of minutemen to do this for us.” when sole shakes their hand and swallows the lump in their throat, preston lets out a soft sigh and smiles at them softly.

“just leaving the suggestion out there, general. say the word and we’ll turn right back around.” sole would shake their head, their stubbornness peeking through the look of fear twisting on their face. “it’s fine. i can’t be selfish and let it get to me.”

preston would feel his heart swell at their sacrifice and the determination that they held, despite the odds going against them. gently, he squeezed their hand and looked down at them, seeing the curious expression on their face. “if that’s the case, just know i’m confident that nothing will tear you down. i have your back every step of the way,” he pauses for a moment, rubbing the nape of his neck nervously with a dorky smile, “even if it mean- uh -holding my hand. i’d be more than happy to.”

after a few moments of silence, sole processed his words and smiled at him in response, returning the squeeze. “thank you, preston.”

Sturges:

sturges is aware he isn’t the strongest man in the commonwealth nor does he have the ability to protect sole in most situations. however, if he had a choice, he would do the best he could and he knows that sole is aware of his intentions. yet, when they yelp with fear and lunge to him, taking his hand in theirs, he realizes that maybe he isn’t as weak as he sought out to be.

“you holding up ‘lright, sweetheart?” when they notice their actions, their expression slowly twists into a terrified one and they attempt to retrieve their hand as quickly as they can. sturges doesn’t stop them from doing so and instead just laughs heartily and offers his hand to them despite their reaction.

“i’m fine with it, yknow. i wasn’t complainin’ or anything, just wanted to check if you’re okay.” sole hesitates for a moment, eyes flickering from his hand to his face before replying. “are you sure it’s okay? it just gave me a little scare, you don’t have to-“

before they could continue, he moves closer, taking their hand in his with a light blush on his cheeks and a reassuring smile plastered on his face. “it’s the least i can do for you.” his actions are more than enough to reassure sole and they nod, accepting his offer. “thank you, sturges.”

Gage:

he doesn’t like crushes— gage is so used to the habit of a one night stand and constant hook ups that he absolutely forgets how loving someone feels like. as sole grips his hand in fear, he chokes up for a good second and immediately gets himself together, retreating his hand and glaring at them.

“the fuck you think you’re doing?” despite his tough demeanor, his voice becomes slightly shaky and a small tinge of pink dusts his cheek. this doesn’t go unnoticed at first, but sole knows they’re too distracted to point it out.

they would apologize with an embarrassed expression and he’d avert his eyes elsewhere before continuing on; “yer the damn overboss, some stupid shit like this shouldn’t scare you. you gotta be tougher than that if yer gonna survive in this world.”

he doesn’t realize the words that leave his mouth until his eyes fall on sole, who’s clearly embarrassed and overwhelmed with the situation and immediately feels a tinge of guilt. with a quiet groan, he slows down and averts his eyes elsewhere, waiting for them to pick up the pace. when sole lets out a confused hum, he forces the words to leave his mouth.

“hurry up and get in front of me, why don’t ya’? yer acting like i’d let the overboss get hurt on my watch.”

they would pause for a moment at his words but feel a sense of reassurance knowing that gage had their back, despite his attitude towards them. “okay.” sole would smile at him softly and he’d scoff, fighting the blush threatening to creep up on his face. this stupid love bullshit was doing nothing but holding him back.

“yeah, yeah. lets get a move on before i leave ya out here to get eaten.”

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions react #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 reacts #fo4 reacts #fallout+4+companions+reaction #fallout reactions #fallout 4 reactions #danse #paladin danse #hancock #john hancock #robert joseph maccready #maccready #nick valentine #preston #preston garvey #sturges #porter gage #gage #fluff #scenario #imagine

[ejzah]

Collateral Damage, Part 6

***

Kensi stumbled through the wood. It turned out that her legs were less stable than she’d thought, and it was taking considerable effort to stay upright.

Damn concussion.

She’d been going for about 15 minutes and heard no signs she was being pursued, so when she came along a thicker patch of trees surrounded by brush. Choosing a spot the would allow her the best vantage point, Kensi slid down the trunk of the largest tree.

She tipped her head back, willing back the lingering ache and nausea. She didn’t know if the rolling in her stomach was thanks to being knocked out or morning sickness. Either way, she really didn’t want to throw up right now. Drawing in several deep breaths, Kensi waited for her stomach to settle.

In her desperation to get out, she hadn’t taken anything besides the pocket knife. Her own knife had been tucked in the side of her boot as always this morning, and she wondered if anyone had thought to check for it. She reached down, wiggling her index and middle fingers into the shaft of her boot, smiling in triumph when she felt the familiar handle of her knife.

She secured her borrowed knife in the waistband of her jeans and kept her own clenched in her hand. It wasn’t as good as her Glock, but gave her a small sense of security. At least now she had some way of protecting herself.

Her stomach had mostly settled by now, so Kensi gave herself two more minutes, then pushed up against the tree trunk to stand. Although her head still hurt, thankfully the nausea didn’t return. Taking stock of her location, she headed in the direction that seemed less densely populated.

As she walked, Kensi found herself talking to the twins. She didn’t know if they could feel her fear or anything else that was going on, but once the idea occurred to her, she couldn’t shake it.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to get out of here soon. Before you know it, we’ll be home and maybe Daddy will make tacos or frittata.”

She pressed her palm over her abdomen, reassured by the slight bump underneath. The thought of Deeks sent a sharp wave of pain through her chest. He’d be terrified right now. Usually he channeled that terror into anger, and she imagined him punching through the closest thing at hand.

“I think I might take that time off Kilbride keeps offering. We could go to Malibu again. Or finally go on our honeymoon, five years too late,” she said, thinking it sounded like something Deeks might say.

Continuing on with her one-sided conversation, Kensi walked for about 15 minutes before the foliage began to decrease and she saw the hint of road through the trees. She broke into a run, tripping slightly over roots in her hurry to reach the road, and possible freedom. When her boot hit the worn asphalt, Kensi let out a quiet gasp of relief.

She swiped a a few strands of dirty hair off her damp cheek, ignoring the exhaustion weighing on her body, determined which direction led away from the house, and started off at a slow jog.

Not more than five minutes had passed when Kensi heard the unmistakable sound of a vehicle quickly approaching. She stood frozen, caught in indecision.

Did she wait and see who was coming, risking running into the third kidnapper? Or hide and lose a chance of being rescued.

At the last second, she backed up into the woods, crouching among bits of fallen trees, and waited.

***

A/N: This one’s a little short and not the most interesting. Although Kensi is being her usual amazing self.

#ncis la fanfiction #kensi blye #mentions of Deeks #Kensi whump #pregnant Kensi #light angst #collateral damage #part 6 #post series au #ejzah fanfiction

[kalliopekorekind]

Christmas Joy

Deeks enters the house with energy, an unmistakable pep in his step that gets noticeably peppier the deeper into December the calendar goes. Kensi’s car is in the driveway, so he knows she’s home.  He calls her name, garnering no response. He peeks quickly into their living room to find her. She’s not there, but a sound catches his attention. Dull. Electric. Almost a hum. He scans the room until he finds it and once found, he can’t tear his eyes away.

He walks to it like he’s actually walking into a memory. The room is dark, sunset behind them, the only lights are the ones twinkling on the Christmas tree and one, tiny, singular headlight light on the small train engine now circling the tree, slow and steady, emitting the sound that drew him in.  

He watches it in wonder, almost thirty years since he’s had one. God, he loved that train.

His head snaps quickly to the wall, an image from a Christmas long ago cruelly flashing in his mind - a train, not dissimilar from the one before him, flying through the air. His eyes close when it makes contact, as if afraid the small shards of plastic and metal might hit him as they shatter.  He hears his nine year old self cry out.  His hand goes to where he feels his mother’s grip, pulling him out of the room, keeping him behind her - a layer of protection between a young boy and an angry man.

Then Deeks’ attention returns to the track at his feet.  Its consistent pace almost soothing as he takes in the set up.  An engine, a tender, and a caboose – the standard components – and then two other cars, a stock car advertising hot chocolate and one hauling Christmas trees, the trees carefully lined up with synthetic snow on their evergreen branches.  He lowers himself to his knees to get a closer look.

When the train advances past him he places his fingers lightly on the track, feeling the vibration through his fingertips.  It brings the hint of a smile to his face.  Pulling his fingers back in time for the next transit, he sees the remote control and takes it in his hands.  He breaks the relative silence of the room as his fingers find the button that activate the whistle and the low, building, tone sounds.  

It’s that moment Kensi appears, as if the whistle summoned her.  

“Hey babe, you’re home.” She walks to where he’s kneeling on the ground.  Excitement in her voice, she asks about the train. ”You like it?”

He has to clear his throat to facilitate sound when he says, “Ummm.  Yeah.  Where’d it come from?”

She gets down on her knees next to him taking a moment to look up at the lights and enjoy the tree from this vantage point.  Her shoulders shrug.  “I always wanted one. I asked when I was little, but it wasn’t my dad’s thing.” She looks at him.  “We’re building new traditions, right?”  Her smile is bright.  “First year in the new house – I thought maybe we could include the train – like every year we could get a new car, or even just leave it like this.  I just really liked the idea.”

He’s quiet too long, and her enthusiasm morphs into doubt. Christmas isn’t usually her thing. She worries she’s doing it wrong.  

“Is it ok?  Do you mind?”

“What? Mind?”  He feels her doubt, and knowing he put it there puts an ache in his chest.  It pulls him out of his own thoughts and focuses him in the present.  In this moment.  On this woman.

“Baby, I love it.”  He reaches for her, hugging her tight to his body.

He loves that she did it - that it came from her.  Loves that she’s opening up a little every year and bringing herself to their Christmas traditions.  And he loves that she didn’t do it for him.  That she didn’t know about his train from so long ago and that she wasn’t try to fix him or heal him.  Just an expression of her own joy.  And the same way he gets lost in her smile, or her laugh, or her embrace, he’s happy to let her joy roll over him like an ocean, riding it and marveling in it.  

He settles cross-legged on the floor in front of the tree and she spreads her legs, one sliding behind him and one bending and tucking in right next to him.  Her arms go around him and her head rests on his shoulder. He plays with the train with the excitement of a little boy.  

Their love heals him. From wounds he barely remembers, from wounds she doesn’t even know are there. Their life heals him -every day and in a million ways.  

It’s going to be a great Christmas.

THE END

For @densi-mber - thanks for getting us all in the holiday spirit.

#fanfic #densi #ncis los angeles #ncis la #marty deeks #kensi blye

[loversdelusion]

Days Scattered

Deacon St. John x St. John!Reader

Part 1 of 3

part two-part three

The St. John Siblings.

(Y/n) and Deacon Lee St. John.

(Y/n), Deacon's younger sister by 6 years.

They were both very close growing up, Deacon would do anything for his little sister, her all the same.

Their bond was no different in the Apocalyptic wasteland of Oregon. Boozer, (Y/n) and Deacon stuck by each other's side since they left Farewell, since they said goodbye to Sarah.

"Deacon, (Y/n), you there? Lost Lake to St. John siblings, come back" Boozer's voice sounded through the walkie talkie strapped to Deacon's chest "Yeah, Boozer?" Deacon acknowledged him, his eyes keeping a close eye on his sister, who was currently harvesting some plants they could use "What's up?" Deacon's voice lowered, barely noticeable.

"A group of Rippers were seen driving by the camp, looked like they were heading in your direction, keep a look out" Deacon's dark brows furrowed together "Dammit.." Deacon muttered under his breath "Okay, yeah, we'll make our way back" his put down the device and looked around for (Y/n), who was suddenly nowhere to be seen.

"(Y/n)..?" Deacon's eyes darted around the area "(Y/n), where are you?" He turned, his worry was gradually climbing "(Y/n)?" He called, he could hear the sound of roaring motors in the distance- probably the Rippers Boozer was talking about "(Y/n)! Dammit, you were just here!" He hastily searched around the small grove "(Y/n)!" He fumbled around with the walkie talkie strapped to his chest "(Y/n)! Where are you? We need to go!" He spoke into the device, crackling noises sounded back.

"Deek? What's wrong?" He sighed in relief when he heard her voice "Jesus, (Y/n)..we gotta go, there's Rippers coming and we aren't safe here, where did you go?" Static again before her voice replied "I found a stream, and there's fish in it" he nodded like she could see him "Okay, ju- just wait there, I'm coming to you" he strapped the small device back to his chest and immediately set into a light jog.

"(Y/n)?" He called out in a normal voice, scanning the bank of the stream "Over here" her voice came from behind a small bush, practically hiding her figure "I caught a few, we can turn them into the kitchen" Deacon eyed four fish beside her "Okay, but we have to go, here let me" he knelt down beside her, pulling a roll of string out of his bag and quickly stringing the fish together. "'Kay, c'mon" he tied the fish to his belt and grabbed her wrist, pulling her along with him "If we make it in time, we can leave before they get here" he said through panted breaths.

Yet, as always, the St. John's luck was never on their side, Deacon came to a halt, pulling them down into a crouch "Fuck..!" He said through gritted teeth, (Y/n) sighed "We can take them, there's only 3" (Y/n) said, a hopeful lilt in her tone, Deacon's gaze hardened as 5 more Rippers pulled up "Of fucking course.." (Y/n) muttered under her breath.

"The Lost are here!" The pair listened in as one of the Ripper's exclaimed "Find them" The group of Ripper's spread out, slowly stalking towards them "Go, go back to the stream, hurry!" Deacon said through hushed whispers "I'm right behind you" he nudged her back in the direction of the stream, the younger St. John did as she was told, scrambling up in a low crouch, Deacon following after her.

"How are we going to get back to the bikes?" (Y/n) asked after they made it an okay ways away to stop for a few minutes "You go around, I'll distract them" Deacon and (Y/n) shared a worried glance. "No, that's crazy even for you" she said, taking his larger hand in hers "We go together, Deek" her tone was firm "Together or I'm staying right here" Deacon sighed heavily "Don't do this now, just go, I'll be fine" her brows furrowed in frustration "Fine" she said, pulling away from him and walking away "Be careful".

Deacon turned away from her fleeting form, seeing 6 of the Ripper's coming into view, armed with Machine Guns and Rifles "Okay, time to get low, motherfuckers" Deacon never did notice the absence of the other 2 Ripper's.

(Y/n) carefully treaded along the grassy area, keeping a steady watch on her surroundings "(Y/n)?" The sound of her brothers came through the walkie talkie, startling her for a brief second "Yeah?" She replied "Make your way back to Lost Lake, I'll meet you there" she rolled her eyes, shaking her head "I'll wait for you" (Y/n) neared the road, glancing in both directions to make sure no one was on it.

Seeing that no one was near, she walked back in the direction of the bikes, walking in the tree line to stay hidden in case someone did drive by. Her eyes caught sight of numerous bikes parked on the road, her pave quickened as she could see her and brothers bikes still there, looking to be in the same condition they left them in.

She let out a breath of relief as she stood by her bike, she quickly checked it over, making sure nothing was missing "Deek?" She pulled the walkie talkie closer to her mouth "I'm here, you at the bikes?" He replied, she smiled "Yeah, are they all gone?" Deek took a second to reply "Yep, all dead and accounted for" (Y/n) could hear the exhaustion in his voice "Heading back now" She put the device back in its place, doing Deacon the favor of also checking over his bike.

She was crouched down, eyeing the engine and all that, the scuff of boots meeting gravel caught her attention, she didn't turn to look "That was fast" she jested, coming to a full stand once she deemed her brothers bike good. "Expecting your brother..Mongrel Princess?" She gasped, turning to meet 2 Ripper's, their bloodied and cut up bodies in full view, she quickly reached for her walkie talkie but the Ripper that didn't speak to her lunged for her, knocking the device out of her hand.

"No!" She yelled, thrashing against the Ripper's hold, their drug fueled strength proved to be 10x stronger than her, she grunted as she continued to fight against them "Carlos will be most pleased to see that we have caught the little Princess" the Ripper was in her face, she could smell his breath wafting into her nose, she cringed.

"Let go of me, you fucks!" She cried, kicking at the Ripper that wasn't holding her, trying to push him away, her boot-clad foot ended up connecting with the Ripper's groin, he doubled over in pain, she smirked at the satisfaction "Did that hurt, motherfucker? I hope it did!" She growled, the Ripper stood "Little bitch!" was the last thing she heard as the Ripper slapped her so hard, she blacked out.

Deacon finished looting all of the bodies, hoping to find some rags so he could fix up some bandages for a couple hits he took, he walked towards the direction of the bikes, wrapping the bandage around a bullet gash on his arm "-you fucks!" He halted in his tracks, picking up the sound of yelling "(Y/n)" he said, taking on a full sprint, the sight of 2 Ripper's lugging his unconscious sister onto the back of their bikes entered his vision.

"(Y/n)!" He shouted, adrenaline fueling him "No, (Y/n)!" The 2 Ripper's turned to him, having fully got his sister on one of their bikes "Let her go, you bastards!" The Ripper's started their bikes, the rev of the engines haunting Deacon "No, no!" He sprinted even faster if at all possible, they were pulling away from the grove, Deacon ran at the bike that had (Y/n), lunging with his full body at it but they were too fast, Deacon landed face first into the pavement, he scrambled to his feet despite the pain.

He felt so hopeless as he watched them drive away, their figures getting further and further by the second, his knees crashed to the ground. Defeat, failure, hopelessness and fear clouded his mind and body, defeat because he couldn't stop them, failure because he couldn't protect (Y/n), hopelessness because he was so close to saving her, if he was any faster, she would be in his arms right now, and finally..fear, fear because of what they do to hostages.

He sat against his bike, back against the engine "St. John to Lost Lake, do you copy? Deacon St. John to Lost Lake, come back" static filled his ears as he waited for a reply "Deek?" The familiar voice of Rikki reached his ears "Is everything alright?" Deacon's head lulled back, hitting the tank of the bike "No, Rikki.." He muttered, gaze set on the direction of where the Ripper's went.

"What is it? Is (Y/n) okay?" A lump formed in his throat, scared his voice would crack and waver if he answered, he waited a few seconds, taking a deep breath before he spoke again "No, goddammit" his reply was quick "What happened? Is she hurt?" Rikki's voice was taking on a worried tone "She will be, we were attacked by Ripper's, I- I thought that I- I thought that I killed them all but I guess not.." Deacon held his head in the hand that wasn't holding the walkie talkie.

"They took her..the last 2 Ripper's that I didn't kill, they took her" it was quiet for what felt like forever until Rikki spoke again "Okay, come back to camp and we'll figure out what to do from there, plus Mike wants to see you, it's urgent" Deacon's hand slapped the ground "Dammit, Rikki! Iron Mike is the least of my problems right now!" His temper flared even higher.

"Skizzo sold you, Boozer and (Y/n) out to Carlos.." Her voice was quiet as she spoke the one sentence that Deacon needed to be pushed over the edge "That's why Carlos has been sending groups of Ripper's to harass the supply runs, it's also why Carlos sent a group of Ripper's to capture both of you, come back to camp, Deek".

Deacon stomped up the steps of the lodge, roughly pushing the door open "It was for the good of the camp!" Deacon's anger flared upon hearing Skizzo's voice "Christ, Skizzo! If we start turning on each other, then we're no better than the Freaks, Rippers or anyone for that matter!" Iron Mike gaze flitted to Deacon, who standing behind Skizzo "Your treaties not gonna hold with the way you're running things!" Skizzo still hadn't noticed the other presence that entered the room. "You're going to get our people killed, it's three bikers for a whole camp!" Skizzo argued, Mike shook his head "That is not how we do things and you of all people should know that!" He yelled, pointing a finger in Skizzo's face "It doesn't matter who you were or what you've done in the past, if we don't stick together, we'll be gone in a damn week!".

Skizzo rolled his eyes "Whatever, Mike, don't come groveling at my feet when Carlos attacks the camp to get them" he waved him off, turning around and immediately running into Deacon, Skizzo's eyes went wide as he took a step back, he didn't really get that far as Deacon threw a punch that knocked Skizzo on his ass, a cut marked his cheekbone "Deacon?!" Skizzo said, bewildered "Yeah, it's me, what, did you expect the Ripper's to have me?".

Deacon knelt to eye level with him, he shook his head "You know what they do have?" His voice had a dangerous edge to it "(Y/n)" Deacon pulled his boot knife out and stabbed the knife into the wooden floor right next to Skizzo's leg, Skizzo visibly jumped "You got my sister captured, because what? You trying to be a hero? Huh?" Deacon was basically growling at this point.

#days gone #deacon st john #deacon st john x reader #days gone x reader #pls like this #i love this game

[densi-mber]

Frozen, Part 3

A/N: Here is the third and final part of Frozen.

When we were last with Densi, they were facing impending hypothermia and Deeks had just suggested naked cuddling.

***

“Deeks, this is not a time for jokes,” Kensi sighed, or she tried to. It came out as more of a croak, her throat dry and hoarse from the cold. Each word made her throat ache, like it was being tore from her.

“Who’s joking? I am completely serious,” he insisted. “Skin-to-skin is proven to be one of the best defenses against the cold.”

Kensi rolled her eyes, not really sure why she was protesting, but not feeling like giving in. Maybe it was because she didn’t want to admit the situation was as dire as it seemed.

“We have the fire.”

“And it’s barely providing any heat.” He stepped closer and tipped her chin up. His fingers were red, but still made Kensi’s skin burn with the difference in heat. “Face it, Kens. Our clothes are soaked, we’re quickly heading towards stage three frostbite and impending hypothermia and if we don’t do something soon, we’re going to start loosing appendages. And I happen to like my fingers and toes. As well as a couple of other essential parts.”

Pulling in a small breath that burned her throat, Kensi glanced at the fire. Damn it but Deeks was right. She could barely feel it even from half a foot away and she was freezing.

“Fine,” she said, finally relented. “But we need to stoke up the fire and have things set up so we don’t have to get up a bunch.”

“Sweet. I’ve always wanted to spoon for survival.” Deeks ignored her glare in favor of moving the cot closer to the fire. She watched him for a moment, worried that he was straining himself too much. Even with the liquid stitches, he could reopen the cut which would put him at risk of more bleeding and possible infection.

Worry wasn’t going to save them though so she pushed those thoughts away, and added several more pieces of wood to the fire, moving the rest in easy reaching distance of the cot.

Kensi had a roll of string in backpack and together they ran it across the room to hand their wet clothes on and then tucked the three, depressingly thin, blankets around the thin mattress on the cot. By the time they were finished, her fingers were barely moving, and she felt increasingly lethargic.

She fumbled with the zipper on her coat, grabbing at the pull several times without any success. Deeks already had his boots and coat off.

“Oh baby, come here,” he said, noticing her struggle. Kensi was cold enough to let him lead her to the cot and not resist when he began tugging off her boots. She gasped when the cold air hit her now less protected feet. “Sorry.”

Deeks grimaced as he removed her coat, jeans and t-shirt, revealing more reddened skin. He stripped off his own thermal shirt, which was partially dry near the shoulders and used it to dry some of the moisture from her damp hair, which was frozen in icy tangles around her face.

At any other time, she would be distracted by the sight of him half naked and kneeling in front of her while he slowly undressed her. Now she just wanted to get them both under the covers as quickly as possible.

Wordlessly, Deeks left her to finish undressing and to hang up their clothes then dried his hair with one sleeve of his shirt. Kensi slid under the covers as he ran over in just his underwear and crawled in beside her. He tossed his boxer briefs over the side of the cot a second later, making a face.

“Never liked those anyway,” he commented, drawing the layers of blankets over their heads.

“Get over here,” Kensi croaked out, drawing him closer. She hissed at the initial contact, feeling like her skin was burning, but knew it was a good sign that she wasn’t completely numb. Deeks wrapped his arm tightly around her, his hands resting on her lower back, and intertwined their legs, creating a barrier all around her.

Cradled in his arms, she felt marginally warmer, but there was a fine tremor running through her now. Deeks held her even tighter, like he could somehow will away her hypothermia induced tremors.

“God, this would be so much more fun in Malibu,” he sighed a few minutes later. “You could wear that blue bikini of yours, the one that almost got us kicked out of Mammoth last year. I’d even break out my short shorts. Just laying out in the sun, surfing, and eating fish tacos.”

“I think you’d turn into a fish taco if I let you.” Her skin still ached a little but the combination of their bodies pressed together and a tiny of heat coming from the fire was starting to thaw her bit by bit.

Deeks contorted his head to look down at her, his expression skeptical.

“Uh, I seem to remember you were the one who ate six tacos all on your own last time.”

“I didn’t have any lunch that day,” she explained reasonably. Drips of cool water were beginning to trickle down her back from her thawing hair. She shivered again and burrowed a little further into Deeks’ arms, tucking her head between his shoulder and head.

“Mm, we probably should have eaten something before we got naked,” he said, his voice sounding slow and deeper than normal. It made her think of the sun, laying on the beach like he’d described.

“I’m not hungry.” She let out a giant yawn, wanting nothing more than to close her eyes.

“We can’t fall asleep,” Deeks muttered right before her eyes slipped shut.

***

“We should come here more often,” Kensi said, her voice light and dreamy as she trailed her fingers up Deeks’ chest. The sun beat down on his head while waves gently crashed against the shore. He swung both legs up onto their lawn chair so Kensi straddled his thighs. He fiddled with the blue string of her bikini and she smiled mischievously, leaning to whisper in his ear.

“Go ahead, no one’s around.”

Just as he was loosening the knot, a figure bent over them, blocking out the sun.

“You got a pulse?”

“I think they’re just asleep.” A hand shook Deeks’ shoulder and he turned away from it, wincing as a blast of cold hair hit his face. “Deeks, wake up.” He popped one eye open, trying to figure out what Callen was doing at the beach with him and Kensi. And why it was suddenly freezing.

“Callen?” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. He tried to sit up, inadvertently flipping the covers off Kensi. She yelped and sat up suddenly, looking around with a wild expression.

“Callen, Sam, what are you doing here?” she said, her words a little slurred as she tried to pull the blanket up around her shoulders.

“We tracked you using the GPS in your phones,” Callen answered. “Nell got worried when you didn’t check in yesterday.”

“Thank god for Nell.”

“Unbelievable,” Sam said, coming to stand beside Callen. “In the middle of a blizzard and you still can’t keep your clothes on.”

“We were huddling for warmth,” Deeks said, trying to sound dignified while he started shivering again. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s like 10 degrees out there.”

“And you just had to get completely naked.”

“Our clothes were wet,” Kensi said, brushing a handful of hair back. It was completely disheveled, sticking out in several places, and he had to resist the urge to lean over and kiss her.

“Speaking of clothes, you wouldn’t happen to have a some, by chance.” He leaned over and plucked at his shirt which was torn and still damp. “And maybe a parka or two?”

“We got you covered,” Callen said with an amused smirk. “Sam, you want to call Nell and let her know we found them?”

“I’ll get her to send a medivac too since we’re never getting an ambulance all the way out here anytime soon,” Sam added, eyeing the wads of discarded gauze and bandages. “Which one of you knuckleheads got hurt?”

Kensi immediately pointed to Deeks, having no problem selling him out.

“He’s got a 2 1/2 inch cut, not too deep, but it was pretty bloody,” she reported. “I did my best with the medical glue. He still might need some stitches though.”

“Traitor,” Deeks said and Kensi shrugged, patting his shoulder with mock sympathy. Sam walked off to call Nell while Callen pulled sweatshirts and pants from his backpack and tossed them on the cot.

“I’ll give you guys a couple minutes.” He turned go, but then turned back, gesturing between them. “If I hear anything even remotely suspicious going on in here, I’m tasing both of you.”

Kensi made a scandalized sound as Deeks shivered beside her, his hands tucked in his armpits.

“Believe me, this is one of the few times where sex sounds absolutely unappealing,” he assured Callen.

They dressed quickly, moving out of the relative warmth of the blankets as little as possible. Once they were clothed again, Deeks tugged Kensi against him, kissing her firmly.

“I’m really glad we didn’t freeze to death,” Kensi said as he held her tightly. “Or lose any...appendages,” she added with a smirk. He picked Kensi up, intending to carry her from the cabin, and then abruptly sank back down with a grimace.

“Ok, maybe we should go to the hospital,” he decided, clutching at his stomach as something twinged and possibly tore. Kensi helped him back down to the bed with a sigh.

“Well, I guess we’re not going to Malibu this weekend.” Deeks groaned again, his dreams of sun and bikinis quickly evaporating.

“I hate snow,” he said vehemently.

#densimber 2020 #densimber 4.0 #densi #densimber day 27 #ncis la fanfiction #fluff #kensi and Deeks whump #Sam and Callen to the rescue #by ejzah

[typingtess]

NCIS: LOS ANGELES – "The Other Shoe" – Teaser/Act One

Previouslies included Whiting and Deeks, Rountree's LAPD abuse, Whiting getting called out by Rountree.  

Deeks and Kensi are worried about Stephen picking up Rosa.  Deeks is more worried, Kensi is worried about Latchkey Kid Deeks.  Rosa and Stephen are going to see "10 Things I Hate About You".  Rosa looks adorable by the way.  Knocking at the door, Deeks thinks it is Stephen but it is a beaten up Whiting.  She is calling in all the favors Deeks owes her.

In the boatshed, Whiting is explaining to Deeks and the Admiral that an Officer Sean Turner wanted to meet with Whiting – he was in trouble.  When she went to meet with him, she was attacked from behind.  The Admiral isn't sure why he's there but Whiting said LAPD went after her.  Knowing this is an accusation that they can't take lightly, the Admiral wants to know more.  

Whiting is in trouble with LAPD – they want her for Turner's murder.  She's in big trouble with LAPD.  This is payback because she didn't push Rountree hard enough into dropping his case.  Whiting started poking around and one of the officer who harassed Rountree may be working with a Fentanyl drug ring.  A group of officers are providing protection.

The team will quietly look into Whiting's claims but is on a short leash.

Sunday morning, Fatima and Rountree are in the office.  She had brunch at a fancy restaurant with Ali.  Rountree had LAFC tickets.  They talk soccer.  Sam shows up.  He calls Fatima and Rountree to Ops.

Sam, Fatima and Rountree sneak peek.  Two San Diego based sailors are dead from Fentanyl OD's.  They are going to look into Turner – LAPD won't help with his work record but Fatima is going to look into his financials.  Rountree has to stay with Whiting.  If this is payback from LAPD, Rountree has to be kept away from all this.

After mocking over the clothes - non-pantsuit - Deeks provided, Whiting promises Deeks he will be completely even – this is the final shoe dropping – if Deeks and NCIS can get her out of this mess.  Rountree arrives – Deeks tells Rountree about Whiting taking a bullet for Hetty.  Deeks really doesn't like Whiting but he trusts her instincts completely.  He leaves Rountree with Whiting.

#NCIS: Los Angeles #NCIS: LA #NCIS Los Angeles #ncis la