An:/
Okay this up a lot later than expected but I have good reasons. I was writing a story but then something very similar appeared on NCIS and in another fic, so I stopped writing and started a brand new story.
This is very different for me, havent done something like this before, so I hope everyone enjoy's it.
It's a mixture of AU and normal reality, but you'll see why.
I have intentionally changed some dialouge and some of the events, adding and removing, just because I could and it moved the story along a lot better and I didn't want it to make it to boring or anything.
Okay and I get that the characters are probably OOC at some points but again did what I wanted to suit the story.
Enough of my ramblings, here you go :) please enjoy.
Lottie
Disclaimer; Don't own the characters or anything realted to the tv show or the movie I used. Thanks ;) haha
'A dream is a wish your heart makes.'
WALT DISNEY, Sleeping Beauty
The bright round moon illuminated the dark night sky, creating peaceful silhouettes over the suburban roof tops. The night air was cool and refreshing blowing gently through the treetops, and was decreasing in temperature as the long spring night continued on its course.
A late night stakeout had not been on the top of Kensi's lists of things to do that day, after her previous night's adventures, but yet she and Deeks had managed to be the unfortunate ones, having been delegated the task. Stakeouts were a rare task for the OSP agents of NCIS and not a particularly favoured one, for in the age of technology as task such as this was usually handed off to someone in front of a computer in Ops. However this was not the case today.
It was because of this assignment from both Hetty and Callen, that Kensi and Deeks now were the ones stuck in Kensi's SRX watching the suspect's house for any peculiar behaviour or notable tails, which may lead them to the ultimate goal of catching their mysterious arms dealer.
It had been a couple of hours cooped up in the car together, each testing each other's nerves with the childish jokes and snide remarks, pushing one another until someone reached their limit and gave in and now with the night still growing longer, it didn't look as though it was going to end any time soon.
Deeks lowered his chair and leaned back casually putting his arms behind his head, watching the trees blow in the shadows of the dim street light.
"So Kens, how much longer do you think this little weasel will hold up in there?" Deeks questioned putting his feet on Kensi's dash. Kensi swatted at Deeks feet, pushing them off her dash causing Deeks to sit up.
"I don't know but I hope it's soon I am starving" Kensi complained gripping the steering wheel tightly, leaning her head against her seat.
"Sugar withdrawal" Deeks stated in a matter of fact tone. Kensi rolled her eyes and looked through the binoculars again.
"Here" Deeks prompted handing Kensi a somewhat squished Twinkie bar.
Kensi smirked raising an eyebrow. "You've been holding out on me Deeks?"
Deeks pretended to be offended, placing a hand on his chest. "It's a part of my 'How to handle Kensi kit' I created" Deeks joked winking at Kensi.
Kensi glared at Deeks and took a bite of the Twinkie. "You want some?" Kensi offered.
Deeks nodded and tore a small piece of the Twinkie off, as Kensi yawned, groaning in the process.
"Did someone stay up past their bedtime last night?" Deeks joked smirking at Kensi.
Kensi gave Deeks and knowing look and took another bite of the Twinkie. The case they had, had the day before had been hard and gruelling work for all agents and detective, requiring several under cover stints, each risker than the next and several meetings with results that couldn't be appropriately predicted. When Hetty had finally called it quits for the day, Kensi had sighed with relief.
It was after Sam and Callen had left together that Kensi had suggested that she and Deeks have casual movie night, something relaxing after the long day. Not anticipating that there was going to be all-night stake out waiting for them the next afternoon, Kensi and Deeks had decided a movie night was just what they needed, which resulted in staying up to the unholy hours of the morning watching various movies and arguing about the pathetic plot lines. The one movie that was the main culprit, was Kensi's favourite, Titanic, which she had coaxed Deeks into watching with her.
"If I knew this was how our day was going to end I wouldn't have suggested a movie night" Kensi complained handing Deeks the last piece of the Twinkie which he declined.
"What would you have suggested instead?" Deeks joked wiggling his eyebrows. Kensi reached over and hit Deeks lightly in the shoulder.
"I didn't even…" Deeks protested.
"You didn't have to" Kensi interrupted, biting back another yawn.
Deeks smiled at Kensi as innocently as possible, causing Kensi to shake her head. Deeks picked up the binoculars from Kensi's hands and glance in the direction of the house. There hadn't been any noticeable movement coming from the house, nor any disturbances since Kensi and Deeks had trailed their suspect home almost four hours ago. Deeks heard Kensi sigh again as she concluded another yawn. Deeks looked at Kensi sincerely, noticing how exhausted and drained she looked in that moment.
"You know what Kens, this guy isn't going anywhere anytime soon, you can rest your eyes if you want" Deeks suggested placing a comforting hand on her arm. Kensi smiled at the sincerity in Deeks eyes, and was about to respond before Deeks intervened.
"And I won't accept any excuses."
Kensi rolled her eyes at Deeks and relented. "Okay fine but wake me up in fifteen minutes" Kensi requested lowering her seat into a comfortable position. Deeks smiled to himself, as he pulled his sweater over his head, leaving him in a stark white t-shirt.
"Here, use this as a pillow" Deeks suggested handing his sweater to Kensi.
"Thanks Deeks" Kensi smiled nuzzling in to the sweater, resting her head comfortably. As her eyes fluttered with sleep, Kensi slowly began to the loose the battle with her consciousness as she fell into a peaceful slumber.
After what seemed like hours Kensi opened her eyes widely, awoken by the sound of various voices that she did not recognise, in an environment she had not experience before.
Sitting up straight Kensi looked around her new surroundings, taking in every aspect and detail she could see. Everywhere around her there were people she recognised, but yet she couldn't put a name to the face nor remember how she had come to know these familiar people.
As if instinct Kensi looked to the left and it was this movement that help to identify the reality she was in. Waiting magnificently at the dock, towering over everyone, was the majestic and 'unsinkable' Titanic. Steam flowed from the funnels, high into the sky, as the grand luxury liner waited to make her maiden voyage to New York.
Deeks was no longer sitting beside her, Callen now replacing him, dressed smartly in three piece suit, clean shaven and looking rather business like. Callen offered a small smile to Kensi, which she readily ignored, turning once again to observe the Titanic in all its glory.
The door to car was opened by a young gentleman and Kensi instinctively offered a lone hand, as she descended from the vehicle in a smart fashion. It was now she could gaze fully at the ship before her and all those waiting on the docks, calling loving goodbyes to those already on the ship.
Callen's deep voice broke her from her awe induced trance. "Ladies we better get a move on" Callen informed leading Kensi's mother and herself through the thick crowd of people. Kensi followed silently allowing herself to be lead as though she was a prisoner in chains. Kensi glanced over her shoulder quickly and saw in the distance Sam tending to the bags, directing orders at different men who were in official uniforms. All these events felt all so familiar to Kensi but she was unable to truly figure out why.
Since Kensi had dozed off, the car had been filled with silence. Occasionally Kensi would let out a light snore but it was nothing Deeks hadn't experienced before. Deeks relaxed back in his chair, pulling the binoculars once again close to his eyes, still gathering nothing from the suspect's house. Kensi sighed and let out a low groan as she snuggled deeper into Deeks sweater, her features mildly contorted with confusion.
Deeks took several moments to look at Kensi intently and wondered to himself what it was that Kensi was dreaming about that was making her appear that way. Kensi let out a slight groan, which made her sound somewhat vulnerable bringing a small smile to Deeks lips.
Smiling to himself Deeks let out a low whisper "Sleep tight Kens" as he brushed some hair out of Kensi's face.
As though her memory was only providing her flashes, Kensi found herself gracefully storming through the luxurious halls of the grand Titanic's first class decks, trying to put as much distance between herself and the arrogant and self-absorbed Callen. Strolling to the railing that bordered the deck, Kensi looked out and over the bow of the ship, at the children playing and deep and peaceful ocean.
It wasn't long before Kensi felt someone burning holes into her being, watching her every move, with a curiosity and tenderness she had not experienced before. Daring to glance at whoever this person may be, Kensi lowered her head momentarily, capturing a glimpse of her admirer. The man watched her with inquisitive eyes, deep and blue like the ocean below, dirty blonde hair neatly combed to the side. Kensi looked away quickly, but found herself glancing in his direction once again, unable to contain her now growing curiosity.
This man's face looked so familiar, yet so different, one that should be easily recognisable but the name escaped her. The seriousness of the gaze made her feel like a specimen being watched, intriguing her further about the identity of the man. Before she had the chance to steal another longing look, Kensi was interrupted by the embarrassed and angered Callen.
"What was that?" Callen asked harshly, grabbing Kensi by her arm.
Kensi looked daringly into Callen's eyes, whose were filled with fury. Shrugging Kensi managed to release herself from Callen's hold walking away from him once again, not even daring to look back at the familiar yet mysterious face that had acquired her attention, only moments before.
Tears burnt Kensi's eyes as she ran unheeded through the upper level decks of the Titanic. She had no intended destination, but she needed to escape, she was suffocating within herself and she needed air. Running as the tears streamed down her face, Kensi found herself at the stern of the ship, alone and without the hawk like watch of her mother or fiancé.
Gripping on to the metal wheel, Kensi felt the tears roll down her cheeks, as her reality began to provide her with no alternative. Looking out over the stern, Kensi slowly rounded the metal pole, cautiously approaching the metal railing on the back of the ship, which may just be her way out. Quickly glancing over her shoulder, checking that she hadn't been followed, Kensi shakily reached for the cold, firm metal railing.
Pulling herself up, one foot after the other, Kensi slowly began to hoist herself up and over the railing, chest heaving with the adrenalin coursing through her veins. Carefully Kensi lowered herself, as she turned and leant out over the dark deep ocean, hanging precariously over the stern of the Titanic. Kensi gazed down at the thrashing waves left in the wake of the Titanic's powerful propellers. Shivering with cold, Kensi began to think about what she was doing and what it was that had driven her to this moment.
"Don't do it" A strong male's voice sounded, startling Kensi into looking over her shoulder. It was the man from earlier, the man she hadn't recognised but now could, as she could see him much more closely.
"Stay back, don't come any closer" Kensi half-heartedly demanded, still shaking from the freezing Atlantic air.
The man ignored Kensi's demand and edged somewhat closer, reaching out an arm "C'mon just give me your hand. I'll pull you back over"
"No stay where you are. I mean it! I'll let go" Kensi responded looking between the man and the ocean beneath her.
Trying to build some trust between himself and the woman hanging off the end of the ship, the man approached the railing signalling that he was going to throw his cigarette bud into the ocean "No you won't"
Kensi was shocked by the sound of his voice, had he just told her that she wasn't capable of doing something.
"What do you mean, "No, I won't"? Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do, you don't know me!" Kensi fierily responded glancing now at the man.
"Well, you woulda done it already." He said in a matter of fact tone. Kensi could feel where this was going, as though she had already lived it before. She remembered the conversation about the ice fishing and the freezing depths of the Atlantic ocean and how this stranger was willing to jump in after her. As though the man was reading her thoughts, he brought Kensi's wavering concentration back to him.
"Like I said, I don't have a choice. I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over the railing, an' get me off the hook here."
"You're crazy." Kensi instinctively responded.
"That's what everybody says but, with all due respect, Miss, I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship here. Come on. C'mon, give me your hand. You don't want to do this." The man prompted reaching a hand out to Kensi once again.
Kensi glanced in the man's direction, finding only sincerity in his features. Slowly, Kensi began to turn on the railing, reaching out a hand clasping it securely in the man's hand. Releasing a low breath, the man smiled.
"Whew! I'm Marty Deeks."
"Kensi Marie Blye"
"I'm gonna have to get you to write that one down." Marty responded smiling brightly as the two shared a knowing look, testing the other as they gazed into each other's eyes.
Kensi now knew the name of her saviour, Marty Deeks and it was a name she wasn't going to be forgetting anytime soon. Slowly, Kensi raised her foot back on the railing, still watching Marty's eyes. Suddenly the trail of her dress caught under her foot and she fell losing her footing. Screaming in terror, Kensi grasped on to Marty's hand with all her might, swaying as she hung over the edge of the boat.
"Help please" Kensi screamed loudly.
"Listen, listen. I've got you, I won't let go. Now pull yourself up" Marty called grabbing Kensi's attention.
"C'mon Kensi, pull yourself up" Marty called pulling Kensi up by her arm. Kensi began struggling to pull herself up, screaming when she slipped once again. "Help me please"
"Kensi, you can do this. Now pull yourself up c'mon" Marty prompted strain showing in his face as he clung onto Kensi.
Using all her strength she could gather, Kensi began to pull herself up once again, aided by Marty.
Soon she was in the strong arms of Marty, being pulled over the edge of the railing and back on the safety of the Titanic's decks. Chest heaving with adrenalin and exertion, Kensi looked into Marty's eyes that were wide with distress, his heart beating strongly within his chest. Before Kensi or Marty had a chance to say anything to the other, they were interrupted by the arrival of several sailors.
"You there, you stay back. Fetch the master of arms" The burly sailor called.
It wasn't long before everyone worth notifying had become aware of what had been occurring at the stern of the ship and were now gathered around the offender and the 'victim'.
"What made you think you could your hands on my fiancé?" Callen demanded fiercely at Marty. Marty didn't respond, but rather tried to gather a glimpse of Kensi who was sitting rugged up under a tartan blanket.
"Don't look at her! Look at me you filth!" Callen commanded becoming even more agitated.
"Cal" Kensi called quietly from beneath the huge rug, but was ignored.
"Cal" Kensi called again, now gaining the attention from Callen that she desired.
"Cal, stop! It was an accident" Kensi informed, beginning to formulate a lie she was unsure she could finish.
"An accident?" Callen repeated sounding as though he didn't believe it for a second.
"It was, stupid really, I was leaning over and I slipped. I was leaning far over tyring to look at the… ah… ah… ah"
Kensi started making circular motions with her finger, as Marty continued to give her a puzzlingly look whilst he covered a smirk.
"The propellers" Callen provided.
"The propellers and I slipped" Kensi continued to lie, looking at Marty signalling to him that he needed to play along.
"And I would have gone overboard but Mr. Deeks here saved me, and nearly went over himself" Kensi finished, hoping that the lie was convincing enough.
"Was that the way of it boy?" The master of arms questioned. Marty looked at Kensi, who gave him a pleading look.
"Yeah, yeah, that was pretty much it" Marty agreed still looking at Kensi questionably.
"Well the boys a hero"
Kensi and Marty continued to stare at one another, both with curiosity and gratitude. Marty could feel the furious eyes of Callen's 'man' watching him, as though he had no bought the story that Kensi had provided. Marty could tell that Callen wanted to dispose of him as soon as possible before he became too much of a problem, trying to put as much distance between himself and Marty as physically possible. Cal pulled Kensi in close to his body, rubbing his hands up and down her arm through the thick blanket.
"Look at you, you're a fright. Let's get you inside" Cal started, pulling Kensi in closer as he began to lead her away from Marty.
"Perhaps a little something for the boy" A short man suggested.
Callen and Kensi shared a look and after some negotiation, Marty, Kensi's saviour had been invited to a novelty dinner with the regular entourage for the coming evening. Marty could hear the mocking tone in Callen's voice as he invited Marty himself, but decided to humour him with a casual acceptance. Watching as Callen approached, Kensi managed to share one last look with Marty staring at him with an immense amount of emotions, unable to tell him how grateful she really was.
Kensi felt herself wake up again, this time with a new mission in mind. She felt more alive than she ever had before, and she knew exactly why this was. Ignoring Callen's wants and demands after the discussion they'd had the night before, Kensi exited her state room and headed directly for the distinct third class decks.
Descending the stairs, Kensi observed the wide open space of the lower deck and instantly felt all eyes on her, as the room fell silent. Dressed in what was deemed 'casual' for a first class girl, Kensi felt as though she stood out in the room, in a way that she never wanted to before, as she awkwardly weaved between the people towards Marty. The people around her from all over the world, watched her as she approached Marty, the man who was the reason for the unceremonious visit to the third class area.
A man tapped Marty on the shoulder and he turned to face her, his big blue eyes brightening with wonder and recognition. A small smile crept across Kensi's face as she watched Marty stand to greet her, confusion recognisable in his eyes.
"Hello Mr. Deeks" Kensi confidently stated, looking Marty up and down with inquisitive eyes.
"Hello again" Marty responded shuffling nervously on the spot.
"May I speak with you?" Kensi requested politely still feeling as though everyone was watching her every move.
Noticing how Kensi was growing uncomfortable with the continuing gazes of everyone in the room, Marty's confidence began to perk up once again.
"Yeah" He responded casually.
"In private" Kensi questioned noticing the onlookers. Marty smirked at the small requested by willingly obliged, gathering his affects and allowing himself to be lead out of the area by Kensi.
Walking amongst the first class civilians, in the fresh crisp sea air, Kensi and Marty discussed their lives and what events had caused them to become the people they were and Kensi had thanked Marty for all the things he had done for her last night.
Their conversation had lead them to discuss the reasoning for Kensi's unceremonious trip to the stern of the ship, staring out at the sea as the sun slowly began to set on yet another day. Listening to Kensi talk with such a distain for where her life was headed, Marty decided that now was the time to ask something bold.
"Do you love him?" Kensi looked taken aback by the question unsure how to answer such a question, for she had not suspected anyone to ever ask her such a thing.
"Pardon me?"
"Do you love him?" Marty repeated again, watching Kensi's reaction carefully.
"Well, you're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this." Kensi scolded, trying to give them impression that she was immensely offended by such a question.
"Well, it's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?" Marty continued smirking slightly, watching as Kensi's confident façade began to collapse before his eyes.
"This is not a suitable conversation."
"Why can't you just answer the question?" Marty questioned trying to bite back a laugh. Marty now knew the answer to what he had asked. Although she didn't say it herself, her denial and inability to answer the question provided
Marty with enough information. Kensi turned and began to walk away from Marty, unsure what to say or what do to.
"This is absurd. I don't know you and you don't know me and we are not having this conversation at all. You are rude and uncouth, and presumptuous, and I am leaving now." Kensi informed as she began to continually shake Marty's hand, as he confidently smirked back at her, impressed with the way he had been able to fluster her so easily.
"Marty... Mister Deeks, it's been a pleasure. I've sought you out to thank you, and now I have thanked you."
"And even insulted me" Marty cut off. Kensi looked at Marty for several seconds, unsure as to what she should say.
"Well, you deserved it." Kensi concluded, sounding very 'matter of fact'.
"Right"
"Right"
"I thought you were leaving" Marty pointed out as he looked down to see Kensi's hand still firmly grasping and shaking his own.
Kensi looked down at the shaking hands between the two of them, letting go instantly, turning and walking away. "I am"
Kensi hadn't even taken several steps before she turned and scolded Marty again. "You are so annoying" It was the first time that someone had managed to get under Kensi's skin like this. Marty just seemed to know how to irritate her without even trying, it was as though he knew her better than anyone else did, yet they barely knew one another.
Marty mockingly laughed at Kensi's accusation still staring as the flailing Kensi tried to make sense of what was happening around her. Becoming suddenly confident again Kensi turned on the spot, walking back towards Marty
"Wait, I don't have to leave, this is my part of the ship. You leave." Kensi demanded, indicating for Marty to leave. Marty smirked once again at Kensi's actions and leaned back casually against a support rope on the deck, smiling brightly.
"Oh ho, ho, well well well, now who's being rude?" Marty mocked sending Kensi a lecherous smile.
Kensi couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was the first time that someone had actually argued with her in such a manner and she didn't know how to respond. Grasping at thin straws, Kensi made a final attempt to win the 'argument' by questioning Marty about his drawings. After several moments, Kensi realised the talent that Marty possessed and the previous argument was soon forgotten.
"You have a gift Marty, you do. You see people" Kensi honestly admitted smiling softly at Marty.
"I see you" Marty responded staring intently at Kensi as she sat perched on the edge of the deck chair, her features extenuated by the glistening sunlight, her eyes glistening with the sun.
"And?" Kensi prompted sitting up straighter, closing her eyes against the sun.
"You wouldn't have jumped" Marty responded confidently, looking Kensi in the eye, as she tried to cover a smile.
The dream faded in and out, flashes of the memory and dream becoming prominent but nothing entirely clear. She was seeing and feeling things she didn't truly remember. Kensi opened her eyes and found herself sitting at first class table surrounded by people that she knew so well yet had never met once again. Looking to the left she found who she had been hoping to spot in the crowd, Marty.
Sharing smiles and quick glances with Marty, Kensi filled him in on the happenings of how First class men spent their evenings. Marty continued to watch Kensi as he and Hetty, the older lady who had decided to take him under her wing, organised a note inconspicuously. Standing with the other gentlemen, Marty declined the offer for brandy and cigars, subtly taking the note that Hetty had written for him, securing it in his hand.
As the gentlemen made their exit, Marty rounded the table and stood before Kensi.
"Must you go?" Kensi questioned, sounding somewhat disappointed.
"Time for me to go and row with the other slaves" Marty jokingly responded smiling at Kensi, causing Kensi to laugh and smile brightly in return.
Taking Kensi's hand, with his, Marty leaned forward and placed a small kiss on Kensi's hand. "Good night Kens" Marty whispered, leaving behind the small note intended for Kensi. Kensi smiled softly at Marty as he began to hurriedly walk away. Kensi glanced confusedly at Marty as he looked back over his shoulder, before she subtly read the small note in her lap.
'Make it count. Meet me at the clock!'
Kensi looked up at where Marty had been standing moments before, trying to keep all emotion from her face. What he meant by this, she didn't know but she was more than curious to find out. Excusing herself from the table, Kensi made her way to the grand stand case clock and found what she had expected.
Standing at the top of the stairs waiting for her was Marty, his back turned. Taking a deep breath, Kensi began to climb the stairs, ready to embrace whatever Marty had planned for her. Hearing her approach Marty turned on the spot and smirked at Kensi.
"So you want to go to a real party?" Marty asked confidently.
It was after her acceptance of the invitation that Kensi found herself submerged amongst the third class passengers, Irish folk music blaring from the small band, people dancing and drinking. At first Kensi was overwhelmed by such a different atmosphere and allowed herself to be led to a table by Marty. Kensi sat clapping along enthusiastically to the beat as Marty danced with a small girl. He looked so at ease with himself, as he twirled and spun the girl who giggled and smiled happily.
It was in this moment that Kensi decided that Marty looked more handsome than he ever had before, his casual appearance and hair fighting against the restraints of the wax that held it steady. Kensi smiled to herself as she continued to admire the features of Marty. The different atmosphere and attitudes of the third class people amazed her and she felt herself beginning to be caught up in the moment. The song ended in cheers by the crowd, and Marty came over. Lowering himself to the small girls level Marty smiled.
"I'm going to dance with her now, alright?" Marty informed pointing to Kensi. The small girl nodded and smiled at Kensi. Outstretching his hand, Marty coaxed Kensi to stand up.
"Marty wait" Kensi objected as she was pulled to her feet. "I can't do this" Kensi continued.
Marty ignored her objections and pulled her closer, causing Kensi to become somewhat flustered yet again. Kensi could feel his warmth breath on her neck and smell the soft scent of aftershave that was vague yet familiar.
"You're still my best girl Nell" Marty called to the small girl over the music, causing her to smile brightly. And with that Marty began to lead Kensi around the dance floor, much to her objection.
"I don't know the steps" Kensi admitted.
"Neither do I. Just go with it. Don't think" Marty prompted continuing to lead Kensi around the floor, the two beaming at one another as they continued to dance. Kensi and Marty let out bursts of laughter and calls of excitement as they weaved through the other dancing people. Kensi embraced the feeling of being so close to Marty and let herself be taken in the music, letting her body embrace the beat and the feelings that came with it. She'd never felt so free before and she was going to enjoy it whilst she could.
The night was growing longer and still there had been no change. Deeks sat back in the seat of Kensi's car, feet now on the dash and his eyes darting to the clock every so often. Kensi had told him to wake her in fifteen minutes, but an hour later she was still deeply sleeping and he didn't have the heart to wake her. Whilst it was rather boring sitting quietly by himself; Deeks was enjoying watching Kensi sleep, for she looked so peaceful.
"Marty" Kensi moaned in her sleep, capturing Deeks attention immediately.
"Kens?" Deeks breathed out quietly, unsure if he just heard what he did.
"Marty…" Kensi moaned quietly again, oblivious to what she was saying.
"Kensi?" Deeks said again gaining no response. A small smirk creped its way on to Deeks' lips at the sound of his name, Kensi was dreaming that was for sure, but now he knew that somehow he was involved. He didn't know whether he should be concerned of flattered but when Kensi let out one last moan, Deeks knew that it was definitely something good.
The words from earlier that day were still echoing in Kensi's head.
'You're the most amazingly, astounding, wonderful girl, woman I've ever known….'
'Sooner or later that fire I love about you, Kensi… that fire's going to burn out' '
You jump I jump remember?'
The words Marty said had overwhelmed her and it wasn't long before Kensi realised she had done the wrong thing by sending Marty away. Bracing herself, Kensi approached Marty from behind, who was leaning against the thick rails at the bow of the ship look out and into the distance. Wind blowing against her hair and dark gown, Kensi finally gathered the courage to make her presence known.
"Hello Marty" Kensi voiced, just loud enough to capture Marty's attention. Marty turned on the spot his eyes immediately meeting Kensi's mixed with happiness and confusion.
Kensi smiled softly at Marty for several moments before making it clear to Marty. "I changed my mind."
Marty's smile grew wider as he heard the soft words of Kensi's. Kensi smiled in return as she slowly and cautiously made her way towards Marty, her eyes never leaving his. Becoming somewhat nervous all of a sudden, Kensi felt as though she should explain herself.
"They said you might be out here…"
"Shhh" Marty signalled cutting Kensi off. Kensi eye's grew wider with anticipation, confused and unsure of what was to come. Marty smiled and leaned for her.
"Gimme your hand" Marty instructed taking Kensi's soft hand in his own. Kensi and Marty stared at one another; as Marty pulled Kensi towards him and even closer to the very bow of the ship, their eyes never faltering. Kensi's eyes glistened in the sunlight as she searched Marty's.
"Now close your eyes go on." Marty whispered watching as Kensi hesitated for a moment before blindly trusting him by closing her eyes and small smile still ever present on her face. Kensi's hand still clasped in his own, Marty lead Kensi to the railing, who's smile was continuing to grow with anticipation.
"Now step up."
"Now hold on to the railing. Keep your eyes closed, don't peek" Marty smirked coming up increasingly close to Kensi from behind, invading her personal space.
"I'm not." Kensi quickly informed exhilarated in the moment, feeling the warm breath of Marty seeping down her neck.
"Step up on the railing. Hold on, hold on. Keep your eyes closed. Do you trust me?" Marty questioned as he and Kensi climbed onto the railing, Marty's arms wrapping protectively around either side of Kensi, a small smile on both their faces.
"I trust you." Kensi honestly admitted. Slowly and cautiously Kensi felt her arms being raised and opened by the soft hands of Marty who was still leaning in close to her own body. Kensi felt a beaming smile break out onto her face as she felt the wind flow through her body.
"Alright. Open your eyes." Marty prompted, placing his hands securely on Kensi's waist. Kensi opened her eyes immediately and was overwhelmed with emotion.
"I'm flying, Marty!" Kensi gasped looking out over the ocean, unable supress any smile or emotion. Kensi quickly glanced back at Marty who she found was smiling to, his deep blue eyes shimmering in the sunset light. Marty removed his hands from Kensi's waist and reached out and intertwined his fingers with Kensi's.
"Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up, she goes up, up she goes." Marty whispered into Kensi's ear.
Kensi smiled, as hers and Marty's fingers danced within the other, each taking solace in the feeling of having them there, as Marty pulled their arms in and around Kensi's waist.
Kensi leaned back into Marty and turned slightly to face him. Looking in to each other's eyes, they each found what they were looking for. Kensi and Marty slowly began to lean into one another, their lips drawing nearer. Finally the small gap between them was closed, as Marty's lips came crashing down on to Kensi's as they embraced one another. The kiss was passionate yet slow, as Kensi's newly released hand came up and rested on Marty's neck, pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss. Marty pulled Kensi in closer, as she tugged harder on the arm that was enclosing her waist. The two continued to embrace, until the memory in Kensi's mind faded into nothing.
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Okay so there is another chapter after this but I am not sure if I am going to post it or not.
Let me know what you think, I'd like some feed back because this is so random for me. Thanks :)