Ramblings
Don't own the characters, or even the thoughts. Just organized them into bits and bytes a different way for all to consider. Hope you enjoy.
In Kensi's Head
I realize that my behavior toward my partner is unusual. He's sweet but annoying. Only recently has he started to take matters seriously. Though I have to admit that he's an outstanding detective and he has saved my hide on more than one occasion.
Deeks. Calling him Marty would be like trying to put on a shoe that three sizes too small. The name Deeks simply fits him better. Kind of goofy, yet straight to the point.
When most men are called by their last names, it's typically by a bunch of overaged, testosterone filled friendly buffoons acting like they are 17 all over again.
Oddly, though, that's not true at the Mission. After all, except for Sam, everyone else calls Callen by his last name. Sam is testosterone filled without being a buffoon, so he reverses the 17-year-old buffoonery by calling his partner who doesn't officially have a first name by his first initial - G.
Back to Deeks. Really, he's smart, funny, handsome (wonder how much more handsome he would be with a clean shave!). He loves kids and they love him back, the same is true with the homeless people at the shelter. And I don't even want to think about the way other women check him out from the front or the back! Actually, he sort of asks for it. What a flirt!
My favorite part about him though, is that the person he flirts with the most is me. And when he flirts with me or teases me, Deeks' smile really knocks me out. It's a good thing I have a reputation as a tough chick and know how to put up a strong exterior wall. Or I'd really be putty in his hands.
Deeks' hands. They are strong, sure, comforting, steady, gentle. How good would they feel touching my skin?
I wish I could tell him how much I appreciate what he does for me every day. I'm good at my job, and I love what I do. Having him around just makes it a little less dreary on the bad days and filled with a lot more laughter on the good ones. Even if I am so guarded that I can't talk about personal, mushy stuff I wish he knew how he makes my heart skip a little faster when he's near.
God, can you imagine if he knew all this?