The Book of Kensi
It's like she is a book. A book written in a language no one can quite understand. She'll admit Hetty has come pretty damn close. But even Henrietta Lange cannot understand every word in the book that is Kensi Blye.
But he can. It is as if this language was crafted just so he could understand. He reads her and knows her.
Yes, Marty Deeks has cracked the code. He has seen through all the lies and walls and pretenses. He can read the hidden pain in her eyes and knows, somehow, to ease into it over beers rather than be the "shoulder to cry on", though of course he would be in a heartbeat if he saw that as what she needed.
Only one person can read the language. Only one person can decipher the book. And that one person is Marty Deeks.
It terrifies her to know that someone, especially him, can read her so easily. Yet somehow it's comforting to know someone can.
And she wouldn't want to be read by anyone else.