Chapter 1

This is a story based on a prompt from Annajadekin.
Disclaimer: No matter how many stories I write, I will never own it :(

Kensi is used to being misunderstood, to have no-one understand what the hell she was talking about and to say that she preferred it that was would be an understatement. It was better that way, she could retreat into the dark depths of her mind figuring the next big mathematical problem or just running through endless facts on stuff that no-one even remotely cared about. Yep, just another day in the Life of Kensi Blye.

Kensi POV
Going to work used to be the thing i hated most in this world. To have people stare at me because they thought that i was weird and that I was a know-it-all, I couldn't help it if they were all brainless idiots, just because I was gifted with a brain doesn't mean they could take it out on me. Then I happened across a job at NCIS, perfect for me, no-one knew about me and no-one wanted to. They respected the privacy and secrecy that surrounded the job and working with people who knew what they were talking about was an added bonus.

It wasn't necessarily the fact that I was cruel to people that I didn't have that many 'friends', it was the fact that that entailed getting close to people and I had been let down too many damn times to try again.


Walking into the bullpen early on Monday, I wasn't surprised that I was the first one there. It often happened that way, I would get in early, have an hour long workout then retreat to the armoury. Personally the armoury was my favourite, mainly because it was a "healthy outlet for all of my frustrations of talking to people who didn't understand me", at least, that's what my ex therapist told me, who knows, it wasn't as if I ever listened anyway.

Often while I worked out I would work through my languages brushing up on them. In a way I was a lot more like Agent Callen then people realised. I didn't have any personal items in my house, they were a waste of time and they cluttered up the place, and I practiced my languages religiously always eager to learn new ones. That was one of the things that Ms Lange admired about me, "That I am always eager to learn new and exciting things," and it was true, Ms Lange was one of the few people who actually kind of understood me, one of the few people who knows how smart I am.


An insistent voice brought me out of my musings, see like I said I get easily lost in my head, the ever gentle and kind Agent Hanna, who wouldn't want to be like him. "Kensi, you coming?" He asked bringing me out of my mind and into the present. He was the only one that I didn't actually mind calling me Kensi, from everyone else I barely tolerated it. I'm not too sure as to why I hated it, maybe because using a first name showed signs of intimacy, not that i was intimate with Agent Hanna, it was just so much easier to let him in then the turn him away. Not that I actually let him see my crazy, being called a genius to some people might seem like a compliment, but to me, it branded me, made me stick out, one too many experiences taught me how to blend in the crowd and how to be what everyone around you would call 'normal'.

"Kensi, Hetty wants to see us, you coming?" He insisted seeing me falter and retreat back into my head.
"Sorry yes I'm coming" I replied in what was my reflex response when i had been caught drifting off again.

Satisfied that I was following him, Sam walked in front of me and began talking, "I'm not sure what Hetty wants to see us about… new partner for you" Now that caught my attention, Ms Lange knew how much I detested getting partners that were classified as 'new'. Walking up to Ops a man, who I had never seen before walked in and up to Hetty, he was the most unprofessional man I had seen in this building and I severely hoped that this man never got the privilege of being my partner. I needed a partner who could keep up with my several doctorates, the 9 languages that I know, the black belts in martial arts, taekwondo and Karate and let's not forget about my uncanny sense of all things technological and mathematica. As you can see I am very modest. Yeah, there was no way in hell that this scrappy excuse for an agent was going to be my new partner

So this was just an intro chapter, the next one will start getting down to business. and Just because I started a new story it doesn't mean I won't complete my other ones.