Author's Note:
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That's Life-Frank Sinatra
Detective Marty Deeks took another sip of his drink in the dimly lit bar. Taking off in his Chevy Malibu after work, he had found himself at his old hangout. Surprisingly, this place held no appeal for him as it used to, the girls in tight miniskirts did nothing for him as he could only think of his stunningly beautiful partner. Marty Deeks took another sip.
Young-Kenny Chesney
"Damn, where is that coat?" Kensi Blye was in a rush to get out the door and was stumbling from room to room searching for that elusive item. Opening the door to her hall closet, a ratty box tumbled out and Kensi's quick reflexes saved the box from it's impending doom. Gently she set it down, and she saw her stuffed orange duck peeking out the top. As she moves the toy aside she spots a sequin bikini that is accompanied by heat rising to her cheeks as she relives her only spring break trip. Lots of alcohol, lots of guys, and the possibility of dancing on tables...and laps.
She Is-The Fray
The memories flood through him. Meeting Tracey in the fighting club, the intensity of his demeanor towards the other men staring at her.
When her soft voice trembles after she utters Jack's name, and how he longs to hold her in his arms.
Smooth, soft, her hands are in his as they jump together. "Are you sure"? "No", its when she trusts him.
He smiles as her hands run over Monty and he wishes that he could see that happiness in her everyday.
"Hush", he tells her "I am not letting you go" his words are emotional, confirming the double meaning as his hands are firmly on her waist steadying her.
"What are you doing Marty?" Hearing her speak his first name still sends chills through him as he pulls out his cell phone. He glances over at Kensi and their intertwined hands, the diamond on her left hand catching the sunlight, the rainbows dancing against the car's interior. His trademark smirk appears "Making a phone call." After two rings a rough voice answers "This is Ray".