A/N: Soooo, this just hit me like a lightening bolt. It will become my very first multi- chapter Densi story. I am very excited to follow up Our Moment. (I know I need to finish it, but its just not coming to me.) Here goes…
It's a rainy Sunday afternoon when he knocks on her door. She opens it, surprised to see him, wet hair, nervous eyes and all. She doesn't know why he is there. They haven't spoken in six moths, since her daughter's birthday. Although she had repaired her relationship with the woman, she couldn't undo the scarring of their past. She had tried, maybe a little too hard, to be her best friend. Kensi had tried as well, but wasn't emotionally ready for, for whatever the hell their relationship was. Seeing the man who her daughter had fallen in love with four years ago shouldn't have been foreign, even if she'd only be reunited with her daughter five years ago. She also knows she has no reason not to welcome him into her home. After all, he was the one who protected her when the past finally caught up to her and her daughter. If it wasn't for the blonde, sun kissed surfer- boy that stood un front of her, she could've been killed. And that would've meant forever being on the side of Kensi's demons. She realized now that she barely knew him. Only that his father was a drunk, his mother weak- willed and cold. His only friend growing up was the neighborhood ruffian, and that he had the patience and stubbornness to break down Kensi Blye's walls. She notices that he is nervous. He hands twitch ever so slightly, revealing that the calmness of his face is an alias for his emotions. He swallows, and speaks.
"Hey." He says softly, and if not a bit weakly, before his voice is drowned out by the sheets of rain pouring down from the dark storm clouds hanging over southern California that day. She doesn't speak, only opens the door widely and gestures for him to come in. He shakes his golden locks, and a small spray of rain water dances through he doorway. He looks like a golden retriever, after running into a pond to get a tennis ball that was overthrown by his owner. Shaggy, she thinks, and smiles for the first time in months. He follows her into the house, taking careful note of where everything is. A white carpet extends from the front door, to the rest of the house. Straight back from the door is a wall with cabinet full of English Bone China, from her Grandmother. To the left are the kitchen and garage, and a stairwell leading to bedrooms and the bathroom. To the right a family room and a library. She walked to the left, and into the kitchen, doggy- boy following close behind. She puts on a kettle of tea, and begins to speak.
"Tea?" He sakes his head, and she adds, "It'll calm your nerves." He looks up sharply, surprised that she noticed his small tensions releasers He nods, and she pulls out a second mug. Once the tea is brewed she leads him silently out to the living room. The old couch reminds him of Kensi's, like mother like daughter. He sits in what appears to be an antique rocking chair, as she stretches out casually on the couch. There's something about her body language, that reminds him of a fly trap. It looks normal, but touch it and your potentially dead. She sets the tea on the marble coffee table that they are both facing. He doesn't reach for his mug, but slowly watches the steam rise from it, waiting for he to speak first. And she does.
"Why are you here?" She asked, a hint of coldness in her voice. She obviously wants to get back to the romantic comedy on her screen. A distressed Ryan Reynolds runs through the streets if New York City in the rain on a cell phone, likely trying to get a femme fatale from boarding a plane. Deeks smiles, knowing Kensi's inner- female would love what ever movie it is. He decided dallying would be a waste and pulls out a black ring box, and sets in the table. She opens it and her jaw drops in shock. Inside is a ring, set with one diamond, surrounded by tiny emeralds. Its gorgeous, but sleek enough for Kensi's work.
"I'd like to marry your daughter." He says, although its probably pointless. She's figured that out by now, and after getting over the initial shock of it, she's looking down at the diamond with an arrogantly incredulous smile.
"What makes you think she'll say yes?" She asks, with a smug laugh. It makes Deeks's stomach turn, and a scowl sour his tanned features.
"Because we've been dating 4 years, known each other 8 AND she loves me. Besides, a girl like Kensi is never going to find love outside of NCIS." Deeks says pointedly, but she just rolls her yes and leans back in her chair.
"Kensi will never marry. She 's been telling me that since she was eight years old. I do believe that includes you, Surfer Boy." She says snidely. That really sets Deeks off. This woman who never, ever made the effort to come back into her daughters life thinks she knows everything, but she doesn't. He hated her for the pain and confusion she caused Kensi, and for the arrogant attitude she had with him. He grabs the ring and stands.
"Well, considering she was engaged to a Marine once, I think she's changed her mind. Shows how much you know about her. It doesn't matter whether you approve, anyway. This is just a formality. I'm gone. Out of your hair. You'll just be the world's most cliché mother in law. I hope your happy. And by the way, this tea tastes like vomit." He says abrasively, and leaves the room making his way to the front door. He reaches it, and takes a breath, realizing the wretched woman isn't following him. She's probably going back to her stupid chick flick. Shows how much she cares about her daughter's future, he thinks. he opens the door and feels a blast of cold air as he steps out on to the porch. He closes his eyes, and breathes in the smell of rain and chimney smoke that comforts him. He opens his eyes and sees Kensi, a mixture of wonder, confusion, and enticement on her face.
"What are you doing here?" She asks. Deeks realizes that fancy dinner he had planned wasn't going to happen, because it was now or never.
Soooo? Was it worth it? Good? Bad? Fair? Let me know.