One more tragedy for the lovebirds. This was a suggestion brought to me by DensiLou, I hope it doesn't disappoint. As usual the POVs are a bit funky, some are in Callen's POV and others are in Deeks'. This is NOT connected to other stories I have written in this fandom. Enjoy!
5:14 pm
G Callen had never been one to create emotional attachments. He had never really been allowed them as a child so he saw little need as an adult, or that's what he told himself. Since he was young, he had thought of himself as a recluse, someone who would only have himself to be concerned about. He had a string of past partners during his career and he did all could to keep both of them safe on the job, but that was what the relationship was-a job. When he went back home each night, he was by himself again in his closely guarded world which he never seemed to against. So watching Marty Deeks act the way he was then, the emotions he must be feeling to fuel such actions, was something completely foreign to Callen. He could not imagine what was going through the LAPD detective's head as he madly paced back and forth. He was raking his fingers through his shaggy blond mane, just one more tell of the anxiety and frustration he surely felt at that moment.
6:30 am
Marty Deeks' internal clock woke him just as the digital clock next to the bed changed from 6:29 to 6:30 that morning, just as the California sun began to filter through the closed blinds of the bedroom window. He wasted no time lying in bed, instead he carefully pulled his arm from beneath the beautiful woman who lay next to him and slipped into the adjoining bathroom. The light t-shirt and loose shorts that had forever been Deeks' uniform during his morning run were waiting for him next to the sink, thoughtfully placed there the night before. He made quick work of changing and brushing his teeth before cautiously sitting back on the bed to lace up his running shoes. But the light jostle behind him on the mattress caused him to look back at his sleeping partner, finding her uncharacteristically awake.
"Did I wake you?" He whispered even though they were the only two in the entire apartment, apart from the dog. "I'm sorry."
"You didn't." Kensi Blye shook her head against the pillow she lay on. "I've been awake awhile."
"What's wrong?" Deeks' brow furrowed in concern, his partner being awake before dawn was virtually unheard of in his opinion. She looked comfortable an oversized hoodie that belonged to Deeks, something she had become to claim as her own over the last year. And now she shrunk into like a turtle tucked into its shell, making her seem much younger that she was, an act Deeks found somewhat adorable.
"I have a bad feeling." She finally said in a low voice.
"Is Kensi Blye superstitious?"Deeks quietly goaded.
"Not superstitious, just…cautious."
"What kind of bad feeling?" He decided to play along.
"Something's going to happen," She said. "something not good."
"That's it? That's all I get it?"
Kensi paused a moment before speaking again. "I don't like it." She whispered. The moment of vulnerability that passed through her tired eyes changed Deeks attitude immediately. He clumsily kicked off his partially tied shoes and swung his legs onto the bed, moving himself from his perch on the edge of the mattress. He quickly lifted the layers of duvet and sheets and slipped back into place next to Kensi, wrapping his arms around her tiny frame. Placing a kiss on the top her head, he held her close like he was going to keep away all of the 'bad feelings' she might have for now on. As she responded to his embrace by burrowing into his torso, Deeks felt he would not mind spending each and every morning like this.
