#admiral Kilbride

[ejzah]

A/N: @mashmaiden encouraged me to get this story finished up, so here we are.

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An Error in Judgment, Part 9

Deeks spent the next two-and-half days in and out of consciousness while antibiotics did their work. The doctors said they’d caught the septicemia in time before it spread to other parts of his body. Kensi marveled at the amount of damage a few little wounds had caused.

In that time, Deeks drifted in and out, battling high fevers, disorientation, and pain. It was terrifying, and reminded Kensi far too much of when he was in recovery from his injuries in Mexico. She’d barely let him out of her sight in all that time, insisting on observing all tests she could, and assisting with his medical care.

Now, he was finally more lucid, though he slept through large parts of the day.

“You know, you’re supposed to eat that, not sculpt with it, right?” Kensi commented as she came back from the bathroom and found Deeks pushing a scoop of food into a more uniform mound.

“Oh, you know I’m more a jello guy than…whatever this is,” he replied. He gave it an experimental poke. Kensi had to admit that the soft and bland diet left a lot to be desired.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll ask Sam to bring you some chicken soup, the good kind, and sherbet.” She already had her phone out, but Deeks waved her down with a muted gesture.

“Eh, don’t bother. I’m not hungry anyway.”

“I know.” Kensi sat down next to him, cupping his jaw. His beard had grown out a little more than usual, so it felt softer under her skin. “But they’re not going to let you out of here if you don’t eat.”

“Ugh, fine,” he relented, shifting with a grimace. “Ask him to bring orange and lime.”

“Will do.” She settled back, sending the request to Sam, biting back a yawn.

“Hey, you should go home.”

“I’m fine,” she insisted, even as she yawned again, unable to hold it in this time.

“Kens,” Deeks said. When she looked up, he was eyeing her knowingly, fondly. “Baby, you’ve been here for days. Go home, take a shower, get some sleep, get some real food.”

“I don’t want to leave you here alone,” Kensi admitted.

“You know I’m just going to end up sleeping most of the time. Besides, Sam will be here before too long. Please.” He gave her the soft, pleading look that she could never refuse, and she sighed.

“Ok, I will go home for a little bit. But if anything changes, you feel even a tiny bit worse, you text me right away, ok?” Deeks nodded once, giving a playful salute. She bent down and kiss him softly, lingering for a couple extra seconds. “I’ll see you soon.”

***

True to his predictions, Deeks dozed off shortly after Kensi left. He dreamed he and Kensi were floating in the middle of a perfectly blue ocean, the sun shining overhead as they laid on the deck of a small yacht. He was just leaning over to kiss Kensi, when a voice broke through his revery.

“Deeks. Investigator Deeks.” Deeks cracked his eyes open slowly, fighting the voice urging him to wake up. It was a lot more pleasant to sleep right now than facing the discomfort of reality.

“Yessir,” he slurred, only partially aware, but recognizing Admiral Kilbride’s gruff tone. His vision finally focused enough to see the man standing over him, dressed in one of his three-piece suits, and a frown firmly in place. “Afraid I’m not up to any super secret missions right now.”

“You certainly have looked better,” Kilbride commented. Deeks couldn’t tell if it was said sympathetically or in criticism. Either way, laying down seemed to put him at even more of a disadvantage, so he pushed himself up, concealing the pain it induced.

He must not have been as successful as he hoped, because Kilbride visibly winced, hand lifting slightly like he was reaching to help Deeks before he caught himself. Instead, he shoved his hand into his pants pockets, rolling back onto his heels.

He was uncomfortable, Deeks realized. It was an odd look on the normally unflappable man. Foregoing his usual urge to fill the silence, Deeks leaned back, and waited.

After several moments of extremely awkward silence, Kilbride cleared his throat.

“So, I hear that you had a pretty significant infection brewing,” he said finally.

“Yeah, turns out burns mixed with not the cleanest floors makes for a nasty combination,” Deeks agreed.

Kilbride nodded, turning partially away, seeming to study the notes left by the afternoon shift nurse, before he turned to face Deeks again, face set grimly.

“I am not in the habit of making apologies, Deeks,” he began.

“I’m aware of that, Sir.”

Kilbride’s eyes tightened and he sighed deeply, folding his arms behind his back.

“But, upon future reflection, it appears that I owe you one.” Deeks’ eyebrows rose at that. “Although I don’t like to admit it, I did allow my…own feelings about you affect my judgment. If not in the original incident that started this all, then in my decision to ignore concerns about your health. And I apologize for that.”

“Wow, I can say that I was definitely not expecting that. Are you sure I’m not having a drug induced dream?” Deeks said. He eyed the Admiral, not quite trusting him. His apology seemed too sudden and uncharacteristic. “I didn’t take your for the “see the light” kind of guy.”

“Yes, well, your wife made a very compelling argument in your favor,” Kilbride said dryly. Based on his expression, the discussion hadn’t been pleasant.

“Mmm, she did, huh? She’s kind of scary when she’s angry isn’t she?” Deeks guessed..

Kilbride harrumphed, which Deeks assumed was the closest he would get to agreement. “In any case, she pointed out certain oversights I might have made.”

“You mean like assuming we were having a tryst in the locker room and refusing to let me go to a doctor?” Deeks guessed. Maybe it was a little forthright, but he’d blame that on the drugs too.

“Perhaps.” Kilbride tapped his fingers on the footboard, once again seeming ill at ease. As though whatever he was about to say was physically hurting him. “She also reminded me of your excellent record and work ethic, including during this most recent case.”

“And now that you’ve had that reminder, what does that mean for the future?”

“It means, that I am ending your and Agent Blye’s probation, effective today,” Kilbride said. “Assuming that you can keep your relationship out of the office.”

“No.” Kilbride looked surprised at Deeks’ objection.

“Excuse me?”

“I appreciate your apology and the reinstatement,” Deeks began. He licked his bottom lip, working solely on instinct. “But I refuse to work in an environment where my every action is constantly under scrutiny. Kensi and I have managed to maintain our professionalism for years as partner who are also in a romantic relationship. An innocent hug or kiss in a private space shouldn’t discount everything that we’ve achieved for NCIS, for this team.”

“I sense an ultimatum coming,” Kilbride guessed shrewdly.

“I definitely don’t want to, but if it comes to it, I will seek legal recourse for the negligence that led to the exacerbation of my injuries.” Deeks gazed back steadily after he finished speaking. It wasn’t a threat precisely, more a warning and a promise.

“I see.” Nodding slowly, his lips twitched against a smile. “I often forget your past legal training. Alright, Deeks, you have a deal. With in reason. I won’t have you making out in the bullpen.”

“I think I can manage that,” Deeks agreed. He held out his hand, and after a moment of hesitation, Kilbride took it, his grip firm.

“I’ll take my leave now. You look ready to pass out.” He gave a sharp nod, heading for the door. “Oh, and tell Agent Blye that she used up her free pass to shout at me.”

“I’ll let her know, Sir.”

Settling back in his pillows, Deeks rubbed both hands over his face. He had no doubt that he and Kilbride would butt heads in the future, but he thought they’d reached some kind of understanding.

And if not, he had a friend who would help him draw up the appropriate paperwork. Smiling to himself, he let that thought comfort him, and closed his eyes, returning to the peaceful ocean of his earlier dream.

***

A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who stuck with me for this story.

I hope the ending didn’t seem too abrupt or Kilbride’s apology out of place. My intent is that he felt guilty about the role he played in Deeks’ decline in health and is trying to do damage control.

Do you think I should write a short epilogue, or does this seem like a good ending?

[ncisladaily]

Paramount Home Entertainment and CBS DVD have officially announced and detailed their physical release for ‘NCIS: Los Angeles – The Final Season’ which will be available to own on DVD beginning September 5, 2023. An ‘NCIS: Los Angeles – The Complete Series’ set will also be available on DVD. Continue below to check out the full announcement with bonus content listings, disc specs and more.

Featuring Crossover Episodes, Bonus Features and Deleted Scenes

Street Date:                September 5, 2023

Description:               Protecting the nation’s security one last time, NCIS: LOS ANGELES   – THE FINAL SEASON��arrives on DVD September 5th from Paramount Home Entertainment. The release will include all 21 episodes, on 6 discs, including two crossover episodes, special features that take you behind the scenes with cast and crew, and exclusive deleted scenes.

In the final season of NCIS: LOS ANGELES, amidst the happy news about Callen and Anna’s engagement, Hetty Lange is still on a dangerous mission and will need the help of the NCIS team to save her. The NCIS team must also focus on dangers both at home and abroad, with a bombing at a military combat drone facility and shocking news about the fighting overseas.

NCIS: LOS ANGELES – THE FINAL SEASON stars Chris O’Donnell (Batman & Robin), LL Cool J (Deep Blue Sea), Eric Christian Olsen (Dumb and Dumberer: When Harry Met Lloyd), Gerald McRaney (“This Is Us”) and Daniela Ruah (Red Tails).

NCIS: LOS ANGELES – THE COMPLETE SERIES is also available on DVD, featuring every episode of the series along with nearly 17 hours of bonus content.

Special Features:       NCIS Crossover Episode, “Too Many Cooks”

NCIS: Hawaiʻi Crossover Episode, “Deep Fake”

A Killer Crossover Featurette

One Last Snapshot: The Final Season of NCIS: Los Angeles Featurette

To Old Friends and New Beginnings Featurette

Deleted Scenes

[wanna-be-bold]

Kilbride is gonna burn LA down and go live in the woods somewhere he's so done 🤣

[tivajunkie]

“More likely she just likes being a pain in the ass.”

Come on, Admiral, you know Hetty loves being a pain in your ass in particular. 😂

[zelenaranger-blog]

Medalion Rahimi as Fatima Namazi in NCIS LA

[bygone-age]

Deeks and Kilbride just gave each other "the nod"!! Considering Kilbride most likely just torpedoed his career to get the truth out, one of two things is probably going to happen - either Hetty will come back and tell SecNav "who do you want watching their backs, him or me? Cos at least he'll try to make it look like he's doing it by the book, I'll just use the book as a paperweight", or we just saw Gerald McRaney's last episode in NCIS: Los Angeles.*

*I want it to be option one.

[freaksgeeksandeeks]

YOUR DAUGHTER

[typingtess]

“You wanted to see me, Admiral,” Sam said as he knocked on the door.

“Come in, sit down.”

Sam sat in the guest chair. “If this is about Callen and Rountree, they’re set up in San Diego, Fatima is working with the office in Camp Pendleton with Agent Flynn. He’s worked with us in the past.”

“If Callen and Rountree can’t handle a pair of Marines selling soon to be disabled grenades to a group of white separatists, then we’re all in trouble.”

“Rountree’s crash course in being a Marine went well. He should fit right in.”

“Well, I have an assignment for you,” the Admiral said, passing a file folder to Sam.

“Jane Tennant,” Sam said, looking at the file.

“She’s been through a bit of a rough patch. And I think you can help her through it but…”

“But…”

“Agent Tennant was beaten and tortured.”

“I know, you sent me to Venezuela to help find her.”

“And that assignment is what you do best – rescuing a colleague. You’ve been doing that for Callen since Hetty paired you two up.”

“We make a good team.”

“This assignment is more making sure she’s ready to return.”

“I’m sure she’ll requalify and their version of Nate will keep an eye on her.”

“Their version of Nate won’t be in the field with her. Won’t have someone like Callen making sure she’s in the right state of mind.”

“And you’d like me to be there.”

“The men who held Tennant threatened her family as they tortured her. She’s got a son who is going to Annapolis and a younger daughter.”

“Sounds familiar.”

“I understand if you don’t want to go to Pearl. I can send Nate if this is too close.”

“It’s not too close. I figured out how to live through my situation, Jane needs to do the same.”

“Washington wants an outsider to take a look at Tennant. Honestly, she’s too respected and too well liked by her office. If they need to sit Agent Tennant down for a while, they may not want to do that to her.”

“And you think I’m the man for that job.”

“I think you are, Nate thinks you are, Leon Vance thinks you are.”

“When do I fly out?”

“Tomorrow, 0600 from Edwards. You stay as long as they need you.”

“You getting rid of me, sir?” Sam asked with a chuckle.

“No, I’m getting you ready to get rid of me.”

[chrisodonline]

Guys, you know what would be HILARIOUS? If Callen got Castor to be an usher at his wedding since that's all he does these days.

Some quick exposition dropping. Guys, there is a person who commits arson on the loose. And he might commit more arson. That's what they keep saying. I think that might be important. 

Rountree is OF COURSE in his towel. But not the fun one Arkady wore that one time and scarred everyone for life in.

"Isn't this a pickle?" I laughed out loud at that. SAM HANNA. That reminds me of how LL called goosebumps "goose pimples" one time, and I thought it was adorable and had never heard that before. Anyway. So, awkward we "know" each other here. Mmhmm. Oh I bet you and agent lady had your own fires going, Rountree. 

Kilbride seriously asked for Callen to go to his office then asked him what's on his mind? Makes no sense. It was just to give a weird, contrived opening for Callen to question the odd team-up dynamics and seem annoyed with it even though THEY HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR SO MANY WEEKS.  You are addressing his questioning authority but YOU TOLD HIM TO SAY WHATEVER WAS ON HIS MIND AFTER MAKING HIM COME TO YOUR OFFICE. I DO NOT GET IT. I don't know, maybe if you just flat out said why you pulled him in, would have saved everyone time. But I guess we got stretch out this conversation with dialogue. ANYWAY.

(Apryl, I am typing in all caps! I bet your ears are ringing or your Z-senses are tingling.)

Kilbride, this team is all about questioning authority. Why are you setting this up and then talking about being pissy? It's just more contrived angst so he can chew out these agents. "Your buddy Pembroke." His poor choices of words are really annoying me. "Surrogate mommy" and now even ironically referring to the guy who he watched torture a young Katya and found out did horrible things to Callen? I cannot.

"It is my attempt to keep you focused on the job." Callen has 100% been focused these past few weeks, though. He's actually been pretty present, physically, too. This whole scene is annoying me. UGH. But whatever.

Callen was nice enough to say Thank You, even though he totally deserved this info sooner. "Unhappy childhood" OMG. Poor. Effing. Phrasing.

Kilbride you could've listed some specific examples because he was totally just reading the paper and looking for Hetty. And he has legit just taken personal time to do this, even if he sometimes said it was for a different reason. It was his personal time. BUT WHATEVER.

[orionares]

Whumptober, Day 2

Prompt- Day 2- "They don't care about you."

NCIS: Los Angeles

A/N: Late start!=]

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"Kade King- that name mean anything to you?"

Marty Deeks stops in his tracks, barely through the threshold of the Admiral's office. He hadn't expected anything remotely close to this question at the crack of dawn on a Sunday morning- hell, he hadn't expected more than 'a 'sign this paperwork and then go back home to your girls' or a 'my bad, I missed dialed'.

Not the Admiral dressed in a black tux, LAPD Commissioner Imani James and a question about that man. 

Ex- detective Kade King, also known as current inmate#6395 at Twin Towers Correctional Center in Los Angeles.

Kilbride sits down in his office chair and leans back, emitting a squeak from the chair. "When was the last time you spoke to King?"

Deeks glances between Commissioner James and the large, weathered LAPD file sitting on her lap. "The last time I talked or looked the man in the eye was 2010. It was for his trial….Hetty gave me the day off and….why? King got twenty-five to life for rape, bribery and second degree attempted murder. "

"Attempted murder against you," Commissioner corrects. She's around his age with a cold expression across her face as she continues, "Investigator Deeks, as I know you have a newborn at home, I'll get to the point. King has information about the Skorpios crew and he won't tell anyone other than you."

Deeks' eyes flicker over to the Admiral, also displaying an impassive although grumpy expression. "King got twenty to life, meaning his minimum for parole is 2030. What could he possibly get from bartering? He's not getting out early unless he breaks out- elopes- escapes? Don't they all mean-"

"Investigator Deeks!" Kilbride calls out. He scowls when Deeks freezes mid-rant. "A driver is downstairs to take you to Twin Tower Correctional. Take the time to review everything that's happened with King and maybe review your last interaction."

No need to review that day, Deeks thinks as Kilbride and the Commissioner share a glance. I've never forgotten. 

—------

King is waiting, without a lawyer, when Deeks arrives .

Deeks slides past a bored looking Correctional officer and enters interview room #4 to face the sixty-one year old King. The man, once 5'8 and yet bulky and quick on his feet, leans back as far as he can with his wrists cuffed to the table. He's a little rounder now with his cold green eyes and scar hidden under his beard. 

"Look who the cat dragged in," King jokes. He scans Deeks from head to toe and snorts, "You haven't aged a day."

"Why am I here?" Deeks snaps. He crosses his arms and peers down at King. "Scratch that- why am I here at 7:15 in the morning?"

King scoffs, glances over towards the barred window in the right corner of the room and mutters, "You remember the last time we saw each other?"

When you'd glared at me across the courtroom,  Deeks recalls silently. The memory of sitting in the courtroom and feeling the anger resonating off of the ex-detective during sentencing.

"I hereby sentence you to twenty years to life, Mr. King, for the rape of Madison Nikalov, bribery and the attempted murder of a LAPD officer-"

King slams his both palms on the table, jolting Deeks out of the memory and back into the interrogation room where King is shaking his head at him.

"Still an idiot-"

"One- it's Investigator," Deeks huffs in annoyance and then asks, "Does Skorpios have a target?"

King ignores the question and points at Deeks' right leg. "How's the leg?"

Another memory flashes across Deeks' mind- King, charging at him after receiving the news that the officer who'd reported King for his crimes, was Deeks. No one had tried to stop King as he'd tackled Deeks to the ground, grabbed the closest sharpest object and-  

"By the way you walked in here, I'm guessing my little cut didn't do much damage," King continues. He cocks his head to the right and Deeks can feel the man's eyes linger on Deeks' neck. 

Deeks bites down on the inside of his cheek and thinks, Slicing my leg isn't a cut, you jackass. You gonna call you trying to strangle me as a snuggle?

"And when I-"

The Investigator holds up a hand. "I'm going to stop you right there, King. I am not here to share our feelings and catch up like old friends, especially-" He pushes himself off the wall, "- if it's for you reminisce on you trying to kill me for telling the truth-"

"After all these years, you still think you're special," King sneers. He leans forward across the table as far as he can go. "Good. That makes this so much more fun."

Deeks shakes his head, "The hell does that mean?"

"You know when I found out that you'd become a Fed, I'd been in disbelief…I thought I had taught you that you are a traitor and can't be trusted. But then I thought, NCIS would figure that out with their fancy government checks and big brains-"

"Stop-"

King's eyes darken as he smirks, "What makes you think NCIS won't throw you to the wolves at the drop of a hat? They don't care about you, Deeks- I thought I made that clear. "

"And I'm done." Deeks turns on his heels to walk off before King holds up a hand and mutters, "Fine."

King slides a crumpled piece of paper from the sleeve of his right arm and holds out the crumpled piece of paper. 

"What is this?" Deeks mutters and takes the paper. He unfolds the paper and feels a chill run down his spine at the dated printed image of a middle eastern woman, early twenties, grinning in front of an unrecognizable building. Below the picture are two handwritten names, the first one being- Talia Amin. 

"She's the daughter of Bahrain NCIS Station Chief Sayed Amin and about now," King twists his left wrist as far as he can in handcuffs, "he'll call his little sunshine and realize that she isn't traveling with her girlfriends around the capital." 

Deeks examines the handwriting that scribbles a second name- his own. 

"And in about an hour, Amin will get an email with one simple easy request to get his little girl-"

The Investigator doesn't need to hear the rest. Everything connects- the random call from the prison, the reminiscing and now the note-

A father will do anything to protect his child. Even if it means trading a life to get them back.

"My life for hers," Deeks concludes aloud. "I'm a bargaining chip."

King's smile widens like a Cheshire cat. "Told you it'd be fun." 

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A/N: Part 2?

[mashmaiden]

Well, that definitely seems to say we ARE hitting that arc topic! (In reference to my Kilbride question/thoughts the other day)

[ejzah]

Collateral Damage, Part 9

***

Kensi spent the next two weeks recuperating. Realistically, she didn’t need quite that long, but had encouraged her to take the time, and for once, she listened.

Instead of counting down every second until she could get back in the field, Kensi found herself enjoying the time off for a change. The first few days were uncomfortable and even painful, but after that, she went for long walks and spent the afternoon with Rosa when she got home from school.

Thanks to Callen and Sam, Deeks also made it home earlier than usual most evenings, which meant they all had time together as a family. It was nice. Better than nice. For the first time in years, Kensi felt settled in a way that didn’t leave her looking for more; she no longer craved the constant danger and action.

The night before she was supposed to return from medical leave, she and Deeks were cleaning up in the kitchen after dinner.

“Hey, why don’t you go relax, I got the rest of this,” Deeks suggested, wiping down the counters.

“Baby, I love how much you want to take care of me, but I’m not going to be immobile for at least a few more months,” she reminded him gently.

Deeks smiled self-deprecatingly. Setting the rag to the side, he encircled her waist with his arms tugging her into him. “I know. You’re just doing all the work with growing the Pastry Babies, so it only seems fair that I make up for it somewhere else.”

“You do,” Kensi assured him. “In so many ways. You don’t have to do it all.”

“I’ll try to remember that.” He kissed her cheek, his eyes filled with a warmth that felt like home. “So, you ready to be back at work tomorrow?”

“Actually, no.” Deeks eyebrows raised at her admission. She shrugged. “You know how we talked about me maybe taking a few more weeks off?”

He nodded. She inhaled shallowly through her nose, fiddling with his shirt collar. “I think I might want even longer. Or to put fieldwork on hold for a while,” she said.

Deeks had remained silent, the only change in his expression a slight widening of his eyes.

“So, what do you think about that?”

“Are you sure it’s what you really want?”

“Absolutely,” she said adamantly. “Getting abducted and not knowing if I would ever see you or Rosa again, if the twins—” her throat tightened and she shrugged. “It put a lot of things in perspective for me. Nothing matters more than this.” She took his hand and laid it over her stomach, just ever so slightly bigger, and pressed her other hand to his chest.

His eyes filled with tears and he kissed her, his arms firm yet gentle around her.

****

“I’ll see you in a little bit,” Kensi told Deeks, squeezing his hand as they parted ways in the bullpen. It felt odd to be back, almost wrong in a way even though she hadn’t been gone that long.

Now she just had to meet with Kilbride. He hadn’t been pleased when he found out they failed to report her kidnapping until after she was recovered. Fortunately, Sam and Callen had accepted the brunt of his ire, and Deeks had offered to quit on the spot if Kilbride had an issue with his conduct. Kensi had smiled at Deeks’ retelling of that moment.

She walked up Kilbride’s office, and knocked on the door. He opened the door himself, his lips pursing when he saw her.

“Hm. I thought I’d be receiving a visit from you soon,” he grumbled. He gestured for her to come in and shut the door again.

“It’s good to see you too, Admiral,” she said, and he smiled wryly, perching on the edge of his desk. “It’s good to see you back. I hope you’re well.”

“On the mend,” Kensi allowed. She felt that absurd urge to ramble that still overcame her occasionally in times of stress. Instead, she steadied herself. “Sir, I know my leave is supposed to end as of today, but I’d like to extend it.”

Kilbride’s expression shifted to one of concern. “Were your injuries more extensive than you originally thought? Your pregnancy—”

“No, we’re all very healthy,” Kensi spoke up quickly, resting her hand on her lower abdomen out of habit. “I’d like to keep it that way.” She looked just past him, remembering the moments when she didn’t know for sure that the twins weren’t hurt, stumbling through the woods, fighting off a man intent on capturing her by any means. She shuddered and breathed in deeply, squaring her chin. “I have two little lives I need to protect. Being kidnapped made me realize how quickly they could be taken from me.”

“Agent Blye, every day and case is not going to end with an abduction,” Kilbride said, his voice turning a little stern.

“Maybe not, but there are always guns, and bombs, and every other calamity we regularly face every day. I’d convinced myself that I could handle all of that until I was farther along in my pregnancy, but I was wrong. I never want to feel like that again with my babies.”

“Well, that is certainly hard to argue with,” he commented. “Are you certain this isn’t just the result of your fear talking? You might change your mind later.”

“I have a family to think of and I don’t want to put this job before them anymore,” Kensi explained simply.

“So is this your official resignation then?”

“No. At least not for now. I’ve requested an extension to my leave. I might return to fieldwork, or I might pursue another career.”

Kilbride nodded, then to her surprise, extended a hand. His grip was firm, if brief as he shook her hand. “This agency will certainly feel your absence. I wish you luck in whatever you choose.”

“Thank you, sir,” Kensi said, offering a final nod before she turned for the door. As she walked back down the stairs, she felt a heaviness lift from her shoulders with every step. She stopped on the first landing, staring down into the bullpen. Deeks sat his desk, head bent over his laptop.

There was her past and her future in one place.

“C’mon, let’s go see dad,” she murmured, pressing lightly over her bump.

[wanna-be-bold]

Why am I imagining Tim Bradford turning into Admiral Kilbride when he's 70???

[best-magnus-archives-character]

How many do you have for each bracket/which roles need filling

hi!! sorry it took so long to reply to this, i didn't get the notification on mobile for some reason??

i haven't divided them into the 3 categories i wanted yet, since I don't know if it will be possible to even do 2, but here's a list of all the currently nominated characters, if that helps? im tempted to just skip the whole poll and declare gerry the winner, you'll see why

Gerard “Gerry” Keay: 13 noms

Joshua Gillespie: 9 noms

Jonathan Sims: 8 noms

The Admiral: 8 noms

Agnes Montague: 7 noms

Nikola Orsinov: 7 noms

Mike Crew: 7 noms

Timothy Stoker: 6 noms

Martin Blackwood: 6 noms

Michael Shelley: 5 noms

Melanie King: 5 noms

The Distortion: 5 noms

Helen Richardson: 4 noms 

Daisy Toner: 4 noms

Adelard Dekker: 3 noms

Gertrude Robinson: 3 noms

Karolina Górka: 3 noms

Jonah Magnus: 2 noms

Basira Hussain: 3 noms

Jane Prentiss: 3 noms

Annabelle Cane: 2 noms 

Graham Folger: 2 noms

Alexander Scaplehorn: 2 noms

Elias Bouchard: 3 noms

Oliver Banks: 2 noms

Sasha James: 2 noms

Jordan Kennedy: 2 noms

Hezekiah Wakeley: 2 noms

Jude Perry: 2 noms

Georgie Baker: 2 noms

The Piper: 2 noms

Gabriel (worker of clay): 2 noms

Naomi Herne: 1 nom

Amy Patel: 1 nom

the Werewolf (?) from MAG 31: 1 nom

Alfred Breton: 1 nom

Daniel Rawlings: 1 nom

Simon Fairchild: 1 nom

Homophobic Vase: 1 nom

Jurgen Leitner: 1 nom

Alexia Crawley: 1 nom

Emma Harvey: 1 nom

Elias Bouchard (original) (stoner): 1 nom

Julia Montauk: 1 nom

Evan Lukas: 1 nom

Mikaele Salesa: 1 nom

Laverne: 1 nom

Jan Kilbride: 1 nom

Callum McKenzie: 1 nom

John Haan: 1 nom

Jonathan Fanshawe: 1 nom

Fiona Law: 1 nom

Spider on the wall in MAG 38: 1 nom

Leto: 1 nom

Sebastian Skinner: 1 nom

Callum Brodie: 1 nom

Carlita Sloane: 1 nom

Anatomy Students: 1 nom

Not Them: 1 nom

Peter Lukas: 1 nom

Lee Kipple: 1 nom

Robin Lennox: 1 nom

Jared Hopworth: 1 nom

entries that said Michael Distortion went for The Distortion, while entries that said Michael Shelley/Distortion went for both, and Helen Richardson or Michael Shelley without mention of the Distortion went to the specific characters. there's 2 Elias cause one person specifically submitted the original one which i assume to be pre-jonah. and even then my total is 63. i could run a 32 bracket but it's not balanced between main and minor characters either so i'm not sure what to do right now. considering of adding some on my own, ig? like since some artifacts were submitted as characters i could include the coffin or the calliope as well?

i expected more entries, is all, so i think my plans were a bit too ambitious, but i can adapt

[glenncoco4]

Never not gonna see him as a murderer who killed all his loved ones so he could be with his best friend. 🫣🙅‍♀️