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NCIS: Los Angeles 11.10. Mother

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NCIS: Los Angeles 10.14. Smokescreen

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Leipei || 6x07

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A/N: A random little fic where Kensi first recognizes she might feel more for Deeks than just friendship.

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Missed Chances

“Well, you should come over and I’ll show you sometime.”

“Does that include a hands-on demonstration?”

Kensi stills in the tunnel as Deeks chuckles, a touch of surprise in his voice, in response to Agent Lesley Brown’s question.

“There will be a portion,” he responds, and Kensi thinks there’s a hint of flirtation to the words. Frowning, she slowly walks the rest of the way to the bullpen.

Deeks is casually perched on the edge of his desk, Agent Brown in front of him. The small blonde woman’s chest nearly brushes Deeks, her legs between either of his, and one hand resting on his right forearm.

Deeks and she had certainly found themselves in far more compromising positions over the years. Little touches, caresses, hugs, had all become commonplace for them. Yes somehow this seems so much worse.

As Kensi watches, Lesley reaches up and brushes a curl off Deeks’ temple. Something about the gesture, so simple yet intimate, makes Kensi’s heart clench with unexpected pain. She presses her fist to her chest, stunned by the intensity of her reaction.

Before Kensi has a chance to figure out what the hell is going on, Deeks shifts from behind Lesley, his lips quirking with a smile.

“Kensi! Hey, I didn’t see you come in,” he says, hopping off the desk.

“Hey. I’m surprised to see you here before 9 AM, Deeks,” Kensi replies, hoping she doesn’t sound as shaky as she feels. Moving over to her desk, she keeps her back turned as she sets her bag down, giving her the time to adjust her expression.

When she turns around again, Lesley is right at Deeks’ side again. Like they’re an established pair.

“I had a few questions about yesterday’s case,” Lesley explains with a fond, knowing smile in Deeks’ direction. She touches his forearm. Just a brief brush of her fingers. “Deeks was kind enough to come in early and help me out.”

“Yes, he’s very giving,” Kensi observes dryly. The space between Deeks’ eyes furrows, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Then somehow we got on hobbies, and Deeks mentioned how much he likes to surf. I think I’ve almost convinced him to give me a lesson this Saturday before I leave you guys,” Lesley continues without a hint of cattiness or possessiveness. Which would make it so much easier to hate her. She’s just too nice.

“I told you, I haven’t actually taught in years,” Deeks warns hers. Nodding to Kensi, he adds, “You wanna come with?”

She stares back at him. Is he joking? Making fun of her? Or worse, taking pity. Because there’s no way on earth she wants to accompanying him on a date disguised as a surfing outing.

“I already know how to surf. Besides, I already have plans.”

“Oh, that’s a shame.” This time, Lesley doesn’t sound all that disappointed.

“Ok, well, you know there’s always a spare board for you if you change your mind,” Deeks says.

“Thanks.” Kensi makes a show of getting out her laptop, logging on, and getting to work, though in reality, a blank expense report fills the screen.

After a couple minutes, Deeks and Lesley go back to chatting. She watches how comfortable they are with each other, the way Lesley gently shoves at his arm or leans in like he’s sharing something private. Deeks’ unbridled laughs at whatever Lesley has to say. The ache in her chest return, sharper and heavier than before.

It shouldn’t matter who Deeks flirts with or goes on surfing dates with. They’re just partners. Somehow that reminder doesn’t quell the ache.

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Densi Kisses

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Hi! How are you? I'm so glad to see you're still writing for LA. I'm a big fan of your fics. And as I was randomly thiking about Densi, I was thinking we never got to see Kensi ask Callen and Sam to walk her down the aisle. I was wondering if you could write it? Especially Callen/Kensi because I love their friendship. Thanks again for taking the time to write wonderful stories! :)

A/N: Dear anon, so sorry for the delay (my constant anthem). Thank you for your kind words and continued support!

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Going to the Chapel

“No, no, I don’t actually have the wedding date yet, I’m it trying to get an idea of how much catering for between one hundred and two hundred people would be. Um, I’m not sure about that,” Kensi said, tugging on her bottom lip as the caterer on the other end of the line continued to ask questions she didn’t have the answers to. “Right. I suppose I should figure that out first. Yes. Thank you so much for your time.”

She hung up, rubbing her temples. There was another hour of her life gone with no results to show for it.

“I take it wedding planning is going well,” Callen commented from beside her. His sarcastic delivery made her crack the tiniest hint of a smile. She’d almost forgotten he and Sam were in the bullpen with her.

“At this point, I’m beginning to think Deeks was right and we should have just eloped. Would have been so much easier. And less stressful.”

“I remember when Michelle and I got married. We had a tiny ceremony and reception and it still took a couple months to plan. Trying to accommodate relatives was probably the hardest part,” Sam shared knowingly.

“Oh my god, yes!” Kensi groaned. “I love Roberta, but she has so many opinions, and even though my mom is less vocal about it, I know she has just as many. Deeks spent two hours convincing his mom that we did not need crystal centerpieces to give all the guests or beef prime rib.”

“Well, we’re here to support you guys however we can,” Sam offered. “Especially if it means we get this wedding on the road.

“I will help with everything but folding napkins,” Callen specified, nodding significantly when Sam gave him an odd look.

“Actually,” Kensi hesitated. She’d been debating the whole walking down the aisle issue for months. Did she ask her mom or walk alone? Just skip it altogether?

“There is something I wanted to ask you,” she finished before she could lose the nerve again. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to though.”

“Why, is it something weird?” Callen asked. “I also draw the line at helping pick out lingerie.”

“Oh my god, no. I swear you get ten times worse when Deeks isn’t around,” Kensi said, making a face. “No, I was wondering if you and Sam would consider walking me down the aisle.”

“You want us to give you away?” Sam said, sounding surprised.

“I like to look at it more like being transported to the next stage of my life.”

“Wow, wedding planning really has screwed with your brain.

Kensi jabbed her elbow in Callen’s direction, and he moved to the side, chuckling.

“I’m serious. I was going to ask Granger before he passed.” She paused, blinking away the sudden tears in her eyes. When she spoke again, her voice betrayed a slight shakiness. “You know, since he knew my dad and he turned out to be a pretty good mentor.”

“Granger would have hated that,” Callen predicted.

“Yeah, but he wouldn’t have let anyone else do it. The man had a soft spot for sure,” Sam added. He nodded to Kensi, his expression compassionate. “I’m sorry Don couldn’t be here to walk you down that aisle.”

“I think he would be happy to know it’s two of the best men in my life,” Kensi told them honestly.

“Well, after that I don’t think we can say no,” Callen said softly.

“Definitely not.”

Kensi stood to give each of them a hug, lingering a moment in Sam’s comforting strength. “Thank you.”

“We show up for family. But “two of the best”?” Sam pointed out, feigning offense. “Not the best.”

“Only because you’ll be leading me to the very best man in my life,” Kensi said.

“Smitten,” Callen sighed, shaking his head.

“Yep, she stood no chance against the curly blonde hair and blue eyes,” Sam lamented.

Kensi just rolled her eyes, secretly enjoying their teasing.

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A/N: I hope that was ok. It’s very rare for me to write a fic that doesn’t include even a tiny bit of Deeks.

Thanks for the prompt!

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Happy 5th year anniversary to Densi ❤

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A/N: Just a little ficlet to continue the final scene of “Citadel”.

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I Don’t Need You to Cook or Clean

“Marty, will you run out and get me a loaf of French bread for me?” Roberta requested, busy stirring pots and checking the foil rimmed baking dish in the oven. They’d all had a chance to grab a drink and settle in a bit.

Roberta had already made several vaguely inappropriate comments that had Kensi snorting into her wine. The first couple made Deeks groan quietly, but when he saw Kensi’s response, he seemed to realize that she wasn’t about to storm out.

“Uh, sure, mama. I’ll be back soon,” Deeks answered. As he grabbed his keys again, he shot Kensi a questioning look (Are you ok with me leaving you alone here?) Kensi offered him a reassuring smile. She could handle 15 minutes with his mom.

She still felt a little nervous, but meeting Deeks’ mom, especially as a complete surprise, had been far less awkward and painful that she would have anticipated. Maybe it helped that she didn’t have a chance to build the moment up in her head.

“Thanks, kiddo!”

“No problem. Just don’t tell any embarrassing stories while I’m gone,” Deeks called over his shoulder.

“Yeah, no promises there!” Roberta called back with a chuckle. She shook her head, almost speaking to herself. “How I raised such a little prude I’ll never know.”

Kensi doubted anyone had ever described Deeks that way before.

She watched Roberta bustle around the kitchen, managing multiple dishes at once. Suddenly, a hint of guilt and self-consciousness running through her as she remembered her knee-jerk response to Roberta’s question about cooking.

“You know, when I said I didn’t like cooking, I wasn’t thinking. I’d be happy to help,” Kensi said, unable to stop a nervous laugh. Deeks would call it a cackle. “Honestly, it probably wouldn’t hurt to learn a few things.”

“What are you talking about? I appreciate the honesty.” Roberta made a face, pausing to look up from the open oven.

“Well, I just want you to know that I care about Deeks. Marty. I don’t want to give the impression I’m taking advantage of him or anything.”

Roberta stood, staring at Kensi for a full, very uncomfortable, ten seconds. Then she pulled off her oven mitts, tossing them to the side.

“The moment I saw you, I knew you cared about my son. Hell, I knew it the first time he mentioned you,” Roberta told her. “Never even crossed my mind to think you weren’t treating him right.”

“Really?” Kensi asked uncertainly.

“Absolutely.” Her face took on a slowly melancholy look. “He hasn’t always had a lot of happiness in his life. It’s good to know he has you now.”

Kensi didn’t know what to say to that, and Roberta seemed to realize it. She squeezed both Kensi’s shoulders, her smile reassuring.

“Now, I gotta come up with a story to tell you before Martin gets back,” Roberta said, effectively switching the subject.

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A/N: Kensi and Deeks meet a friendly couple while out at a bar. They’re a little bit on the suspicious side.

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Kensi: You know, we work so much it’s hard to meet people sometimes.

Wife: Oh I know just what you mean. Terry and I are always at the office. So what do you two do?

Deeks, cheerfully: We’re in security.

Terry: That sounds exciting.

Deeks, moving on quickly: Oh, I bet we would bore you to death. What about you and Sheila, Terry?

Terry, chuckling: A little bit of this, a little bit of that. I’m actually searching for a new job, but before this I traveled all over.

Kensi, casually: I love to travel. Have you ever been to Russia?

Terry: Uh, I don’t think so.

Sheila: Why do you ask?

Kensi: No reason. We have distant relatives there.

Deeks: Do you have a large basement?

Sheila, uncertainly: No. We have a condo. You seem a little tense. Would you like another drink?

Deeks, catching Kensi’s eye: That’d be great. Would you excuse us for just a couple minutes? We have to check in on our dog sitter.

Kensi, once they’re out eye and ear shot: So, what do you think?

Deeks, confidently: They’re definitely Russian spies. Or possibly swingers.

Kensi: My thoughts exactly. What do you want to do?

Deeks: Get out before they try to kill us or entangle us in their sexcapades.

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Family Affairs: NCISLA Fan Fiction

By Sweet Lu He stood in an empty parking garage wondering how he’d let Lieutenant Bates talk him into this. The air was warm and steamy, the remains of another Pineapple Express dripping off the edge of the rough concrete overhang. The hard gray walls seemed to close in around him, claustrophobic and dismal. The city was dark, the lights in the area few and far between, and blurred by the misty…

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Moments that didn’t fit in here.

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A/N: Kensi has a volatile relationship with Talia.

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Talia, to Deeks: So, what do you think about me calling you Marty?

Deeks: Uh, the only people who really call me that are my mother and the guys I grew up with.

Talia, considering: What about Martin? It’s a little middle school nerdy, but I could make it work.

Deeks, affecting a shudder: Now I’m really thinking of my mother. Definitely not.

Talia: Ok, tell me your middle name.

Deeks, chuckling: Yeah, that’s not happening. *he takes a sip of his coffe and heads out of the room*

Talia, playfully while she follows after him: I bet I could squeeze it out of you.

Kensi, mockingly, once they’re gone: I’m gonna call you Marty. My name’s Talia Del Campo and I think flirting is the only way to get anything done.

Callen, from across the room: You know I can hear you, right?

Kensi, slowly raising her head: Um…I mean. It’s great to have her around. You know, another woman, balance out all the testosterone. Are you going to make me keep talking?

Callen, shrugging: I was just seeing how far you’d go. *he leans forward* You know, I personally don’t mine Del Campo. She’s a good agent, fits in ok, and can hold her own in an argument.

Kensi: Well, let’s just keep singing her praises.

Callen: However, I’ve known you a lot longer, and you’ve had an admittedly rough year. So, if I see her flirting with Deeks again, I can trip her if you want.

Kensi, acting affronted: I have no idea what you’re talking about. Don’t you dare anything like that on my behalf.

Callen: Alrighty. Just thought I’d offer.

Kensi, very quietly: Thanks, Callen.

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“Just happened”

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NCIS: Los Angeles 06.16. Expiration Date

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