Note: This is my very first attempt at fanfiction. I love the show and all of the characters, so I decided to give it a try.
I hope you read & enjoy and please review so that I know if I should continue or just stop writing and go back to reading. :)
Disclaimer: If NCIS:LA was mine, Densi would stop talking and start kissing.
She was used to dealing with men. In her line of work, she was always running after them, pointing a gun at them, or handcuffing them, and when she wasn't, she was surrounded by them at the office. The big difference being that she liked most of the men she worked with, of course.
She wanted to smile just thinking about a particular blonde one sitting less than two feet away from her.
When she thought of Deeks she mostly thought of a big puppy. He was always a little hyper, talking non-stop, making jokes, laughing loudly.
Funny, she thought, if somebody had told her 3 years ago that her new partner had those personality traits; she probably would've walked right up to Hetty's desk and quit.
She was quiet and reserved, and mostly she kept to herself. She's been with Callen and Sam a lot longer than she's been with Deeks and even they didn't know everything about her, which was just the way she liked it. They've learned to trust each other without prying into every aspect of her life.
Deeks, on the other hand, was constantly butting in. What scared her most was how often she let him. Sure, sometimes she told him to mind his own business, but more often than not she'd find herself sitting next to him in the car or on her couch at home and talking about things she would hate to have anybody else know.
This reminded her that she needed to come up with today's excuse for not being able to hang out with him tonight, and the semi-smile she had on her face thinking about her partner changed quickly into a frown.
She knew how she looked these days. She lost a little weight and her face was pale. No amount of makeup could hide how stressed and tired she was.
"You need help".
She looked up quickly at those words, knowing that voice so well, she would recognize it anywhere. She was so lost in thought she didn't even hear him leave his desk and approach hers. He had his arms crossed and his face was serious… and worried.
Crap.
She leaned back in her chair, trying to relax her shoulders and assume a bored expression on her face.
"After 3 years of having you as a partner, I need more than regular help, I need Jesus, Deeks. And maybe a support group."
Callen let out a bark of laughter, while Sam smiled and shook his head in typical Sam fashion.
Deeks gave her a lop-sided grin. "You're saying you want to spend time with me at work and then go to meetings to talk about me after?"
Callen turned to Sam and winked, asking, "Does that not sound like love to you?"
Sam leaned back and put his arms behind his head, enjoying the show.
"Sounds like love to me, G".
Deeks looked like he couldn't believe they were teaming up with him in his daily annoy-Kensi-banter, since they usually helped her insult Deeks, or stayed out of it completely.
He turned back to grin at Kensi some more.
"There is no cure for the Deeks, Fern"
"Yeah, the Deeks disease sounds about right", she muttered. She closed the file she was working on and picked up another. When she saw he hadn't moved from her desk, she sighed.
"What do you want, Deeks?"
She felt him staring at her, but didn't want to look up. It was best to avoid eye-contact when it comes to Deeks, although he could read her well enough without it.
"First of all, I meant help with your paperwork, Kensi. You worked straight through lunch and the pile doesn't seem to be getting smaller. I was offering my service, so that we can get home in time for your girl Tyra."
"Huh, and this wouldn't have anything to do with this week being lingerie-week on the show, would it?"
Of course he was going to ask to come over tonight. Since that first night he knocked on the door with beer and food, it has become sort of their sacred thing. Although they sometimes mention their plans in front of the guys, they more often than not didn't.
Kensi wondered what Sam and Callen would say if they actually knew how many nights out of the week Deeks would show up after work, or how many times she'd woken up lying on the couch with Deeks next to her snoring softly in her ear.
Even she –queen of playing it cool- knew that their partnership wasn't exactly just a regular ol' friendship. She had his t-shirts lying around in her living room and his toothbrush in her bathroom, for Christ's sakes. She knew her absence the last few weeks wouldn't go unnoticed, and she was going to be blowing him off for the fourth time in a row today.
"Hey, are you even listening to me?" Deeks' impatience cut into her reverie.
No, she hadn't been.
She was tired and she just wanted to go home and sleep, not that she would get any because whenever she closed her eyes she saw that man in front of her, pushing his massive body against her and squeezing her neck. She remembered his hot breath on her face as she tried to turn her head away from him, and his sweaty fingers pulling at her blouse until the buttons tore. Black spots danced in front of her eyes from the lack of oxygen, and she felt nauseous.
"Kensi!"
She focused back on Deeks' face. She could hear her heart thundering in her ears.
Great.
Deeks looked like he was about to call a medic or bring her water or pat her head, God knows, but it wasn't good.
One glance at Sam and Callen confirmed they were still paying attention to the two of them. They were both staring at her worriedly.
"Sorry, I think I ate something last night that didn't sit well, or I'm getting a cold".
"You okay? You're face is very white, and you looked like you were going to toss your cookies for a second there".
"m'hmm, it passed. But remind me not to order the shrimps from that Chinese place you like anymore, okay?"
Deeks narrowed his eyes and studied her face.
Smile, Kensi, smile.
It didn't seem to be working, they still looked worried.
"Where were we? Oh, right, here."
She plopped down a few files in front of him.
"Thank you for offering, I owe you one. But about tonight, no can do, I promised my mother I would visit and then I'm going to turn in early."
He looked disappointed, and she couldn't tell if he was really buying her excuse. Either way, he was apparently deciding not to push.
"Rain check?", he asked, as he started back to his own desk.
"Rain check", she lied.
I'm sitting here sweating worse than Kensi waiting for reviews. :P I'm almost done with the next chapter, which will reveal a little more of what the heck is going on with out favorite agent. Chapter 2 teaser:
She had to think and there was no time, since Deeks would be rounding the corner any second.
She knew this guy. And worse, he knew her.
The fact that he hasn't said anything or called her by her name, well, the name he knew her as –Isabella- means he didn't see her face.
Yet.He probably only saw Deeks chasing after him, and right now he was doubled over covering half his face and getting a good look at the pavement and maybe her shoes, while spitting out profanities.
She had two choices, bring him in and explain the situation to Deeks and the rest of the team –she shuddered at the thought of having to explain to Deeks what she has been doing the past weeks, and how it all started- or she could... do nothing.
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