Authors Note: I'm back, this time with a multi chapter fic. Which is going to absolutely terrible because I am a bad updater. Sorry in advance. Regardless, this is kind of a case based story, but I'm going to try to center it around the Deeks and Kensi relationship. Fair warning, includes numerous cliches because I love to steal stuff. I'm not completely happy with the title but it works I suppose. Any feedback would be great, I love reviews. Mainly I hope you enjoy it because without readers I would be essentially be talking to myself, or writing to myself. That's just sad.
Kensi paced before the door of Deek's apartment.
8:47.
He should have been at NCIS Headquarters well over an hour ago.
It didn't help that the memory of her last partner was burning vividly in her mind. If she had noticed Dom was missing earlier, maybe his story would have had a happier ending. Maybe he wouldn't have died on that roof and two parents wouldn't have been forced to bury their son.
But Deeks wasn't Dom. He had experience, he was a professional. She knew he could handle himself.
Maybe he overslept.
She bit her lip. Nearly every night, she saw herself kneeling over Dom watching him bleed out. Losing another partner wasn't something she was sure she could deal with. Yet she couldn't let fear drive her. It could be more dangerous than any adversary.
It dawned on her that introspection was well and good, but Deeks doorstep probably wasn't the best place to indulge herself. She had to make a decision. Either knock or leave. He could open the door literally at any moment and that would lead to an awkward conversation.
He might actually think she was worried about him. And if she thought him insufferable now...
With a sigh of resignation she pounded on the door. If he was in trouble, she wasn't going to be gentle. If he had just overslept, well, she wasn't going to be gentle about that either.
She waited an appropriate amount of time, nearly ten whole seconds, before delivering another blow that didn't quite rattle the doorframe.
The door finally opened as she was toying with the idea of drawing her gun.
"Alright already I heard you I'll keep it dow-Kensi. Hey how...how do you know where I live?"
"Deeks. Why aren't you wearing a shirt." She gave him a once over. "Or pants."
He tightened the towel around his waist self consciously.
"I was taking a shower. In my house. Where I live. Why are you here again?"
"You know it's almost 9:00. Today isn't a half day or anything."
"Oh yeah, um, I was about to call in sick."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. You look terrible."
"Har har. I wasn't expecting Hetty to send a fact checker for my story. Which is weird, because I hadn't actually called in sick yet." Deeks mused. Finding her at his door had unbalanced him, but he was rapidly recovering. He was a detective after all.
"Marty what's taking so long? Is it the neighbors again?" A voice called from inside the apartment. An extremely female voice. So much for regaining his balance.
Kensi gasped in equal parts amusement and mock surprise.
"Wow Deeks, that sounds pretty serious. Are you gonna get it looked at?" She batted her eyes. "It might be an sexually transmited. Want me to have a look at it?"
"Yeah be there in a second." He called back to his mystery houseguest, ignoring her.
"So I take it you aren't going to invite me in?" Deeks stared.
"Are you insane? Do you know what happened the last time a woman dropped by when I had a date over?"
"Uh, no."
"Neither do I. I woke up in the hospital a couple days later." Kensi rolled her eyes.
They were interrupted by the appearance of a woman, dark hair wet and still plastered to her back, beside Deeks. She wore only one of his shirts in case there was any confusion as to their affiliation.
"I'm sorry about the noise, we'll try to keep it down." She said smiling. "No promises unfortunately."
Kensi smiled back with equal, though manufactured, enthusiasm.
"Actually Sarah, this is Kensi. We work together. Kensi, Sarah." Deeks attempted to diffuse the situation.
"Oh, hello," She said extending a hand and while the other curled possessively around Deeks. "He's never mentioned you, but don't take that the wrong way, he never talks about work. All I know is that he's LAPD. He's very mysterious and I have to admit, I find it sexy."
"That's Marty, mysterious and sexy." Kensi agreed solemnly, hiding her laughter. It was difficult.
"So do you two work closely or...?"
"Actually Kensi works for the DA's office." Deeks interjected. Kensi nodded.
"She's a secretary, just wants me to look over some stuff." He added. Her eyes flashed angrily.
"Wow," Sarah said, unaware of the subtle hostility "Cops and the courts working together. Just like Law and Order huh?"
"Just like that." Kensi responded through gritted teeth. "Except the men aren't as good looking."
"Right." Deeks agreed smugly. "What did you need me to sign?"
"Actually we received some of your mail by accident. I have a very interesting letter from a sexual health clinic that-"
"Haha. Such a great sense of humor. I'll be right back Sarah, just going to look over some things." He interrupted hurrying Kensi towards the street and, more importantly, out of earshot.
"Really? STD clinic? While I'm on a date?"
"Well maybe if you hadn't made me a secretary."
"The last thing I need is her knowing I spend twelve hours a day with you."
"Please. I am so out of your league." She said, eyebrow arched. He knew better than to pursue that topic.
Silence reigned until they reached her car.
"So can I count on you to cover for me with Hetty?" He asked hesitantly.
She patted his cheek.
"Oh Deeks, What else are partners for?" She drove off without another word. He sighed, watching her leave.
She was going to screw him over.
If he was going to deal with Hetty's wrath anyway, he may as well enjoy a respite. Even killers got to enjoy their last meals right? It was probably bittersweet.
These dreams however were quickly crushed as he arrived back at his apartment to find Sarah scavenging for her clothes. She had discarded his shirt making the process...intriguing.
He cleared his throat to get her attention. Eventually.
"Oh hey, I didn't notice you got back. Did you get those forms worked out?"
"Yeah," He eyed her armful of apparel, unsettled. "I thought that we decided we were gonna, stay in?"
She smiled sympathetically.
"I know, it's just that I got a call from work. It's an emergency. You know how it goes."
"Ah, the exhilarating life of a Soux chef."
"The action never stops." She agreed. "Danger, intrigue, just like a Bond movie." She arched an eyebrow, "Except the men aren't as good looking."
He rolled his eyes.
"God help me if you two become friends."
She smiled and gave him peck on the cheek.
"I'll call you from a secure location, you know, once the excitement slows down." And with a playful wink she was gone.
Marty collapsed onto his couch and surveyed his now too empty apartment. He had introduced his partner to his new...friend, without incident. Yet he couldn't shake the tension he could feel gathering around him. He felt as if he had just witnessed the opening moves of a dangerous game. If only he knew what the hell had just happened.
This is what foreshadowing must feel like.