Author's Note: I just want to thank all of my loyal readers for all the love I received for Partners, and I hope that you guys will enjoy this 'sequel' even more (if that's even possible). And I would also like to take this time and make sure everyone understands that this is not a deathfic, okay, Densi will always be together in this world. There will be some heartache, and some intense moments, but that's all.

Thanks Again Everyone :)

L.A. Blow(Back)

The white SRX rolls down the highway at a great speed, dodging in and out of oncoming traffic. Behind the wheel of the vehicle is none other than NCIS Special Agent Kensi Blye, and her destination at present is her lover's favorite spot on the beach. She prays silently that she'll make it in time.

"Out of the way!" she growls through the windshield as she narrowly misses being clipped by a passing, silver Prius. "This is an emergency dumbass!" she knows the other drivers can't really hear her, but it still makes her feel a little bit better. As soon as she has the clear though, she makes her move and easily overtakes the tiny car and then eventually blows right on past it.

At this point it's a freaking miracle that the cops haven't tried to pull her over yet. Although, this could be due to the fact that Hetty had promised to make a call to LAPD to inform them of the situation in hopes that Kensi might be able to do what needed to be done without hindrance.

The female federal agent picks up her cell phone from the passenger's seat once more, and selects the speed dial option for Deeks' phone. Then holding the phone up to her ear, she waits rather impatiently for an answer on the other end. No such luck.

"Damnit Deeks." She swears under her breath, annoyed by the lack of an answer to her call. She quickly hits redial once more, and waits. Still nothing.

He's still pissed about what happened to Ray earlier, and Kensi understands this—she truly does. However, this is a matter of life or death, and if he is unwilling to at least meet her halfway here then she could lose him forever. This is not something she's okay with by any means.

The third time she tries his cell there is still no answer, but this time she waits for it to go to voicemail. She is desperate at this point and any chance of warning him in time she'll take. "Deeks, it's me. I know you're not taking my calls, and I get it…you hate me right now. I don't blame you for that, but please, for the love of God, call me back. We were wrong about the shooter's next target. We thought it was supposed to be my Mother. The message said it would be someone close to me, remember?" Kensi explains, her words coming shaky and in a semi-rambling manner. "But it's You. Deeks, he's coming for You now. Please-" her time runs out on the voice messaging system, and it cuts her message short.

"Shit." She swears as she finally tosses the cell phone back into the passenger's seat.

The female federal agent knows that the beach access Deeks usually uses isn't too much further, but still every second here counts and could mean the difference between saving his life and losing him. She feels tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as thoughts of how everything that she and Deeks have worked for over the last several months could come crashing down around her in just the blink of an eye. She shakes her head in an attempt to hold the flood of tears back from falling. Instead, she focuses her energy on the task at hand.

Kensi checks the side mirrors and then the rearview mirror once last time before pulling directly over into an empty spot in the far right lane. Once there, she guns the SRX's engine and gives it everything she's got. She figures if she plays her cards right here, she can quickly close the last little bit of gap between herself and Deeks in no time.

Within minutes she finally sees the turn off to the beach access. She begins maneuvering the SRX in the direction of the turn off, and then eventually makes the turn seconds later. She guides her car down the long, winding back road that leads out to the open parking area, and as she does this she reaches with her right hand towards the glove compartment. Upon opening said compartment she quickly retrieves her Sig Sauer from within, laying it neatly then across her lap.


Kensi parks her car as quickly as she can, and then exits it without bothering to lock it up. As she moves swiftly through the rows of cars towards the beach area on the other side of the lot, she shoves the Sig Sauer into the back lining of her jeans making sure to conceal it, also, with her shirt.

She emerges out to the other side, and stares down at the long sandy shoreline. She sees no sign of the shaggy-haired detective at first, and this scares her. She knows he's here, he has to be, because this is where Eric and Nell traced his cell phone signal. The only thing they could not tell, this way, was whether or not he was still alive.

There was still hope though. Kensi raises a finger to her ear, and presses lightly against the earwig she's wearing. "Eric, how much time is left on the clock?" she asks quickly.

"Less than two minutes." The tech analyst replies over the ear mounted radio piece.

"Give me a direction!" she tells him, panic beginning to rise up in her chest. "Now."

"Uh, um, straight ahead. Take the right path—you'll be able to bypass a lot of crowd that way."

"Thank you." She says, as she instantly bolts for the indicated path. "Eric, I need you guys to keep trying his cell for me, please."

"We'll get on that." Nell replies.


Not too far away Deeks is just emerging from the water, dripping wet, and carrying his surfboard under his arm. He gives his head a shake to remove some excess water from his shaggy, blond locks. A young woman passes by, and gives him a flirtatious look. He waves back politely, but does not pursue in anyway.

He silently makes his way just a short bit up the sand to the spot where he left his go-pack, towel, flip-flops, and cell phone. The shaggy-haired man shoves his surfboard into the sand nearby, and then reaches down for the towel to dry off with.

It is only after he finishes with the towel, and reaches down to pick up the rest of his things that he notices the flashing light of his cell phone's touch screen. He picks up, and examines it closely. He can tell that he has several missed calls from Kensi, and even a few calls from Eric and Nell.

He almost hits redial, but then changes his mind at the last second. "I can't." he says as he picks up his go pack and begins stuffing his things back into it. Suddenly he hears a familiar voice from behind him.

"Deeks! Deeks!"

"Really?" the shaggy-haired man mutters to himself.

"Deeks!"

Deeks finally turns around to face the voice. "Kens, loo-"

His eyes are drawn away from the brunette beauty running towards him though, as a masked figure dressed all in black steps through a small crowd of beachgoers. The figure points a gun directly at the shaggy-haired surfer.

The sound of a gunshot rings out through the air, but Deeks isn't hit. At the last second Kensi closes the gap between shooter and target, and the bullet finds a different mark. Deeks watches in horror as the female federal agent collapses forward into the sand.

"Kensi!"


Chapter One

Six Days Earlier…..

The fifth floor of the Washington Plaza Hotel is a buzz with the sounds of a repair crew hard at work. There are two main elevators in the building, and both travel from ground level all the way up to the top floor. One of these elevators has been out of order for the last couple of months. Until now that is.

"That's it Charlie, nice and easy." A man in a gray jumpsuit says into a walkie-talkie.

The sound of an elevator moving very slowly is heard down the entire length of the hall. The man in the jumpsuit is standing just in front of the elevator doors, which are open, watching the elevator car within move downward inch by inch.

"Keep it coming." He says into his walkie-talkie once more.

Suddenly the whole elevator car drops several feet down without warning, before stopping again. This leaves its whole top area exposed to the man in the jumpsuit.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" The man in the jumpsuit takes several steps backwards as the metal scraping against metal sends a shower of sparks flying out in his direction. "Stop, lock it down!" he says urgently into his walkie-talkie.

The man suddenly turns his nose up as a rather putrid stench comes wafting outwards from within the elevator shaft. "Phew, what the hell is that smell?" the man in the jumpsuit wonders aloud, as he moves slowly towards the elevator once again.

Just inside the elevator shaft, resting on top of the car, is some sort of large, bulky object wrapped up in what appears to be a shower curtain. The man stares at it for a long time unsure of what it is. He reaches down to his utility belt, finally, and pulls out his flashlight. He shines the light into the darkened space, and what he sees there makes him gasp in surprise.

The flashlight drops from his hand, and he takes several quick steps backwards raising his walkie-talkie up to his lips at the same time. "U-Uh, Charlie…I think you better call 911. Now."


Across the country in L.A., Two Days Later…

It's a beautiful, quiet night in Los Angeles, California. The moon is full, and there's a nice breeze blowing through the air. All in all the weather is perfect for a romantic, moonlit stroll down the beach. In fact, that is exactly what Kensi Blye and Marty Deeks are doing at this very moment.

It's been almost five months since Deeks' return from captivity overseas, and it hasn't been easy for either one of them—but they've managed it this far one day at a time. Deeks occasionally has episodes brought on by a mild form of PTSD, but with Kensi's help he's been able to successfully return to work at NCIS as an almost full-fledged Special Agent.

Another exciting development between the partners has been in their personal relationship. Technically, the couple has already slept together, more than once, and hell they live together now—not that Deeks had much of a choice you understand. Its not like he could afford a new place upon his return to L.A. Still, however, Deeks has insisted that they at least 'go out' a couple of times (just to make it official) now that he finally feels as though he can be out in 'public' without fear of having another episode like the first few he'd had.

That said, tonight is a very special occasion for the couple. It is their first 'real' date together, and as of right now they are enjoying what's left of the evening before heading back to Kensi's place. Who knows what might happen after that?

Unfortunately, for Deeks the night hasn't exactly been how he'd always imagined it would be. For one thing he doesn't have a job at the moment, and so of course his funds are a little dry as a result. Though, this doesn't seem to bother Kensi all that much.

"I know this probably isn't exactly how you envisioned our first date would go." Deeks says nervously as he walks side by side with the brunette beauty just at the edge of the surf.

Kensi looks up, with a chuckle, at the shaggy-haired man. "Why not?"

Deeks shrugs. "I-I don't know…I guess-" he stammers, struggling to find the right words.

"Gosh, Deeks. Are you still beating yourself up over being broke?" she asks, with an amused tone to her voice.

"Don't laugh Kens, please?" Deeks begs quietly. "It's not easy for me, okay. Traditionally, the 'guy' pays for dinner, and the movie, and-"

"-Okay, so were not being 'traditional'. Is it really that big a deal?" she asks, still somewhat amused. Deeks' response is only silence. "Besides, you start your new job Monday, remember?" she reminds him, with a mischievous glimmer in her eye.

Deeks nods. "Yeah, Probationary Special Agent with NCIS." He says aloud for what might be the first time since accepting Hetty's job offer almost a month before. "Eric filled me in on all the details…'Probie'." He says, repeating the word that Eric had used in his explanation.

Kensi laughs to herself.

"What?" Deeks asks, unable to fight the infectious laughter spreading from Kensi to himself. "What are you laughing at Fern?" he says, as he moves to wrap his arm around her waist.

"Probie." She laughs, as she dodges his advance. She turns around to face the shaggy-haired man, slowly backing away as he continues moving towards her. "You'll have to do everything we say." She teases.

"Right, I'm not really seeing how that's different than before." Deeks quips, as he makes another swipe at Kensi. Kensi dodges that advance too.

"Oh, just wait." She teases, with a wink.

Deeks tries once again, and this time actually succeeds in getting his arm around Kensi's waist. He pulls her towards him, but she struggles and eventually they both go tumbling over sideways into the soft, beach sand—laughing the whole way down.

Deeks ends up on his back and Kensi looms over him, propped up on her hands, beneath the light of the full moon. Then they just stare into each others eyes for a long moment afterwards. "I don't care if you're broke." She whispers. "I still love you."

Deeks lifts his head up, and presses his lips to hers in a deep, passionate kiss. "I love you too, princess." He whispers after they finally part for air. "And, thanks."

"For what?" she asks quietly.

"You know, for doing this." He points out. "I mean, I know we're technically past the whole 'dating' thing, but-"

Kensi presses a gentle kiss against her lover's lips. "Well, you did promise to take me out, remember? Before we-" she stops short, feeling the still unshakable pangs of guilt and shame over having left him for dead overseas for nearly a month.

Deeks seems to sense what his girl is thinking, and he quickly raises a hand to cup her cheek. "Don't." he tells her gently. "It's in the past, Kens. Let it go."

She nods after a few seconds more, and presses yet another kiss to her lover's lips. Then as she stares down into his Pacific Ocean blue eyes, and the intense love and admiration that burns within them, something that the female federal agent hasn't quite been able to figure out yet happens once again.

It begins as a slow, gentle warmth pooling low in her belly, and given time it eventually becomes a seething fire of wanton desire. She lets herself drift away in the feeling, knowing that it won't be long before she comes completely undone. She figures it won't matter much anyway, after all the two of them just happen to be the only ones on the beach at present.

"Deeks." She breathes his name, as she stares directly into his blue eyes with her mismatched ones. Unbridled need peppers her voice as she speaks.

Deeks swallows a lump in his throat, and nods with a low groan as his own body begins to react to hers. "I love you." He whispers back without much thought.

Kensi presses another kiss to Deeks' lips, and then as she pulls back from said kiss she whispers something into his ear. "Show me."

With a groan, he lifts himself and Kensi up, and flips her gently onto her back—effectively switching their positions. "You are so beautiful." He tells her, never breaking eye contact even once as his left hand snakes its way up underneath the light sweater she's wearing.

Kensi gasps as she feels his hand gliding gently across her ribs, making her body arch upwards slightly at the touch. "No. No playing." She warns him a few seconds later. She almost hates how he seems to know her body, and how it will react, in advance, to which kinds of gentle touches.

A smirk crosses the shaggy-haired man's face then. He chuckles between soft, tender kisses. "You know you like it." He says softly.

It is true. She does like it. It is like nothing she's ever experienced before in her entire life, and she only gets it with him. It isn't just sex, not for her at least, its really so much more than that. When they make love it is exactly that, making love. He takes her to places she never imagined even existed before, and at the end of their erotic dance, when she comes down from that blissful high, she is left with a feeling of peaceful satisfaction. Oh, she knows she'll want more, later, but for the moment the hunger is sated. That is how she knows, too, that what they have really, truly is Love.


Kensi lies awake in her bed early the next morning, the sheets barely draped across her naked body. Deeks is still fast asleep beside her though, and she watches in silence as the shaggy-haired man slumbers away. Her eyes follow the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he breathes evenly in and out. Honestly she could stay this way forever, and never get tired of it.

She gently runs her hand over his bare chest, and smiles when he stirs ever so slightly against her touch. The chiseled features of his upper body hold her longing gaze as she traces a careful line, with her hand, across each and every muscle. She can't help the feeling of girlishness that settles over her in the moment, nor can she deny the over-protectiveness that she feels either.

It's a strange thing to be sure. She's like the selfish three year old who refuses to share her favorite toy with anyone else. Deeks is hers after all, and in her mind nothing will ever change this. At the same time though, she's not worried at all about losing Deeks to another woman, or anything like that. No, he has made it perfectly clear, more than once, just how much she means to him. It seems odd, honestly, that someone with such strong abandonment issues could feel as she does about Deeks, but here she is lying next to him in bed.

She lets her hand drift lower and lower on his body memorizing every detail for the umpteenth time at this point. Her fingers run across his toned stomach only stopping when she finally reaches the spot at his side now occupied by a clearly visible scar. The memory of how he obtained this particular scar holds her in place as the entire scene plays out in her mind once again.

She remembers everything about that day so vividly, but no part more so than the ambush that resulted in his being stabbed. In her mind she sees the man's face, and then the flash of steel as her eyes picked up on the weapon in his hand. She remembers being shoved aside, and how she'd had to catch herself with her hands on the way down. Then comes the worst part of the whole experience—that sound. The sickening, indescribable sound of knife piercing flesh, and then his muffled cry of agony still haunt her even now.

Kensi shakes her head dismissing the memory from its place wedged in the forefront of her mind. Its not the only scar Deeks has, by a long shot, but it's the one that seems to bother her the most. The other scars they don't talk about, or at least he doesn't anyway. She figures its probably too painful and too early right now, and that maybe he'll open up later when he's had more time to heal and deal with things.

He gives so much, and asks for so little in return.

Deeks stirs again, and Kensi turns her head to face him. He blinks his eyes open and after a moment of searching finally finds Kensi looming over him. A wide grin spreads across his face as he stares up at the brunette beauty.

"Morning." He greets his girl, yawning and still somewhat groggy.

"Morning." She returns his greeting, as she leans forward to kiss him. "Sleep well?"

He nods in reply, and Kensi watches him stretch his limbs out with another yawn. "Like a baby."

Kensi laughs. "I'll bet you did."

"I'll tell you," he says, a grin spreading across his face again as he folds an arm back behind his head. "Riding bareback really takes it out of me." He jokes with a wink.

"Deeks!" Kensi gasps, and then before he can react she smacks the shaggy-haired man playfully with her pillow.

Deeks is laughing as the pillow is finally pulled away from his face. "Hey, you should be proud of me Fern." He tells her, unable to stop grinning. "I stayed on for the full eight seconds after all."

Another pillow smack, and then as she moves to try for a third his hand reaches out and stops her midway rotation. He pulls her close, and presses his lips against hers in a deep, passionate kiss. "You're lucky I find you so adorably cute." She says once they finally part for air.

Deeks winces at the word 'cute', and Kensi can't help but chuckle in response.

"What?" she asks.

"Guys don't usually like being referred to as 'cute'." He explains.

"Why not?"

"Well, it's complicated, but lets just say 'cute' is about two steps away from 'I like you, lets be best friends'."

"Oh, I see." She replies, appearing thoughtful. Unbeknownst to her lover, however, the female federal agent has let her free hand glide beneath the top sheet, and is headed for his unprotected sex.

To her surprise though his hand catches hers just inches away from her target. She pouts openly as he gently pulls her away. She's been busted, and she's not very happy about it. "No fair." She pouts.

Deeks laughs. "You're not nearly as sneaky as you think you are, princess." He tells her. "Besides, I'm starving."

RING! RING! RING! A cell phone setting on the nearby nightstand begins blaring at an intensely loud and annoying level. Deeks turns his head towards the nightstand, and sees that it is Kensi's phone that is ringing. Talk about a real mood killer.

"Seriously." Kensi mutters. "It's Saturday for crying out loud."

"It's for you." Deeks says passing her the cell phone.

Kensi stares down at the Caller ID before answering the incoming call. "It's Hetty." She says, as she hits the answer key. "Means we may have to skip breakfast." She adds.

Great. Deeks thinks to himself.

…TBC…