Hello there. This is my first fic for NCIS: Los Angeles so cut me a little slack, but I thought I'd add my two cents to this growing fandom and the Kensi/Callen pairing. Right now this is a two-shot, but if there are reviews for more I might keep writing or write a companion piece.
It was late by the time Kensi was getting ready to leave. She had spent the better part of the past few hours since returning to the office after leaving Dom's finishing up her paperwork and reviewing the scare leads they had on his whereabouts. At that time of night, she was fairly certain she was the only one still there, but Callen crashing on a couch somewhere in the building wasn't out of the question either. Chuckling at the thought, Kensi trudged down the last few stairs and made her way toward her desk for her bag. What was sitting there surprised her, though. Sure there were the usual bits of office work and the vase which had held Corby's flowers until she gladly threw them in the dumpster outside the night of the team outing when Dom was taken. She forced herself not to think of the other things on her desk, but to focus on what hadn't been there before. On top of everything else, in the middle of her desk, sat two white daisies tied together with a small blue ribbon and underneath that was a note.
Kensi slid it out from under the flowers and held it up to read. It was hand written in decidedly perfect cursive on a blank piece of notepad paper. It simply read: For you, just because you deserve a little something every now and then, especially after the week we've had, even if they aren't nearly as beautiful as you are. And she loved the flowers and the note, because of the simplicity of them both. There were no strings attached, no ostentatious displays of wealth or beauty, no grand gestures to gain attention or trust, and no want of information or connections. There was simply care for her and there was only one person in the entire office who knew her favorite flowers were daisies and she knew exactly where to find him.
Deciding to play dumb for a few moments longer, she picked up the vase from her desk and headed to the kitchen. She washed it out and grabbed a small vase from the cabinet. Hetty wouldn't mind, much. Turning on the tap, Kensi put a little water in and took the vase back to her desk, setting it in the middle of the table, where her space became Callen's. Then she dropped the flowers delicately into the water. Perfect.
Once that was finished, she picked up her bag and slung it over one shoulder. Then she slipped around the screen divider into their little lounge area when Callen was pretending to sleep on the couch. She smiled down at him before bending closer. Setting one hand on his shoulder to wake him from his faux sleep, she bent to speak softly near his ear.
"My couch is free and much more comfortable, if you'd like." Then she stood and turned to leave, a content smile gracing her face for the first time all day. Before she could go, a hand closed lightly around hers, keeping her in place.
"Can I get a ride?" Callen asked, his eyes still closed as if opening them was too much effort, but his hand still clasped around hers so much more tender than the demanding grip Corby had even before he pulled out the gun not much more than a day previously and so much softer than how he had held her when she was portraying Claudia.
"Of course," she replied, watching in amusement as he opened his eyes and pulled himself up from the couch, grabbing his bag on the way. His smile said thank you, and his hand still holding onto hers was more support than any words could have been. It had been a long week and an even longer month or two, but he made it bearable.
Honestly, I wrote this because Kensi kept saying how she hated flowers and I really wanted to write a situation where she would enjoy receiving them. So the next chapter should be up very soon, probably when I get home in the evening. Please leave me a review if you feel so inclined and let me know what you think. =]