It Father's Day so this is a Densi story based around that day. It is set before the Season 5 finale, so Deeks and Kensi are not together but are well on their way to sorting their 'thing' out.

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Deeks' POV

I'm sat alone in the bullpen, probably alone in the whole Mission. I remember waking up from a nightmare, something to do with my pathetic excuse of a human being, let alone a father figure. Any hope of returning to my slumber was diminished by the fact that the bright morning LA sun was streaming through my blinds, illuminating my bedroom. With a groan, I roll over to check my alarm clock. 5:30 am is flashing bright red in my face. "I might as well go for a surf, Monty?" The furry mutt trots through and hops onto my bed, curling up instantly under my arm, "You wanna go to the beach buddy?" His ears always prick up when hearing 'beach', they say a man's bestfriend huh?

The waves were not too good this morning resulting me being at work from 6:30 onwards. I had dumped my bag, plopped down on my chair and started to knuckle down on my ever-growing pile of paperwork. My thoughts are interrupted by the ruckus that is centring from my two colleagues. They're arguing over which LA NBA team will prove to be better next season. "I call the Clippers, I caalllledd it!"

"What... err, Deeks you do realise you are early today" questions Sam, both partners have a bewildered look plaster across their faces.

Choosing to ignore the remark, I continue, "I call the Clippers, they have a lot of fresh, young talent coming through the ranks" with my rambling, its seems as that's all I have been doing recently. Both men have managed to sit down at their desks at this point but Callen still seems to be worried, "Err you alright Deeks?"

I know he's trying to be sincere but today of all days I just need to be left on my own, no questions asked, "I'm fine." I reply bluntly, and I'm guessing Callen recognised the hint of annoyance in my voice because he ended his questioning and started on some of his own paperwork.

The three of us had been working for a full hour by the time my partner arrived, trudging her feet along the floor, coffee in hand and sunglasses covering her eyes. The three of us bolt our heads up, Callen opens his mouth to speak and Sam is about to get out of his chair, when once again I interrupt them by simply raising my hand. They take it as a signal to leave it and that I will deal with it later. This allows my partner to dump her bag on the floor, place her coffee on her desk and make a beeline for the toilets.

"When you hear the shrill, you know the drill. Err Kensi, your needed in OPS? Where's she going guys?" Eric questions from the balcony. I speak up first, "Just give her a minute, come on guys, up we go!"

We are halfway through the briefing when everyone hears the whizz of the sliding doors, and everyone turns to watch my partner waltz in, fresh faced, the sunglasses gone, and take her place next to me at the island. I nudge her arm and give her a concerning look but she ignores me. I thought today couldn't of got any worse but I guess I spoke too soon.

The case unfortunately is about a young teenage girl who has lost her father, a marine, to a drug cartel. We figured out that it was just wrong place at the wrong time, and the father was just caught in a cross-fire. We returned after the days work in the field to complete all the necessary paperwork, obviously double for me because I have to send the copies of the required to documents back to Lt. Bates.

Its around 7pm when everything has been filed and documented and we are allowed to leave. My partner has been quiet all day, and I know the reason why, but she's still recovering from Afghanistan, we both are, and I don't know how to bring it up. Sam and Callen have already left so its just us two alone in the bullpen, "Err Kens, you hungry?" When she doesn't reply I continue, "what am I on about, Kensalina is always hungry, right I'm taking you to the beach and picking some Yummy Yummy Heart Attack on the way past, let's go"

She just nods her head in reply, once again opting to stay silent and placing her sunglasses on to shade her eyes, shade her emotions. Surprisingly, well not really considering the circumstances, she allows me to drive her SRX. Slipping in to the driver's seat, I steal a glance over to my oh so fragile partner curling up into a ball, pulling a blanket over her that stored in the back for stakeouts. I set off, trying to make the drive quickly as possible so I can comfort her.

We're now sat on the beach, one blanket on the sand and the other still wrapped round Kensi, both staring at the waves having finished the takeout. "Kens, do you, um, do you want to take about it?" I ask softly whilst rubbing slow circles on her lower back.

For the first time all day, except if its case related, Kensi speaks up, "Talk about what Deeks?"

"No, Kensi don't shut me down, tell me about it? Please?"

"I'm fine Deeks, I'm fine" She says bluntly, the hint of annoyance brewing in her voice.

"I know today is hard for you, its hard for me too, just talk to me abo-" She interrupts me by standing up, brushing the sand off as she's storming towards the car, keys in hand. "Kens, Kensi wait up, I'm sorry, Kens" But I'm too late, as she speeds off in the car, leaving a dust cloud and the fading red taillights. Deciding that I need to be determined and break through her façade, I haul a cab with directions to her apartment.

The cab journey took a while, I had chosen the beach spot that is closer to my apartment rather than hers, so the time leaves me to contemplate what I'm going to say to her. Its Father's Day, probably her second worst day of every year, that's won by Don's birthday. This day isn't pretty great for me either, that's probably why I was awoken by that dreaded nightmare, even my subconscious dislikes or even hates this day. But Kensi needs to understand that she doesn't have to do this all on her own anymore, she has the team, Sam and Callen even Eric and Nell. But most importantly, she has me. She has her partner, her bestfriend, her something more who is desperate to help her through this because that's just what I do. My sole aim is to help others regardless of the circumstances and even when it pains me to do so. So if I have to be reminded of my awful father just to help my sunshine and gunpowder through her pain, then so be it. My train of thought is interrupted as the cab pulls up outside her apartment and the driver asks for the fare. I pay him and tentatively walk up to her front door.

There's a bluish glare that is filtering out of her glass doors, and I can hear the sound of the judges from America's Next Top Model. Before I knock I chuckle to myself, 'I bet she's sprawled out on her couch with a tub of rock road ice-cream half eaten already'. I raise my hand to carefully knock on the glass. The knock is quiet the first time, but I make it louder when she doesn't even attempt to move. "Hey Kens, its me, please open up, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed to hard, not today of all days and having picked up that particular case today as well really does suck. I am really sorry Kens, just please open the door, I'm sorr-"

I'm startled when she opens the door, a half grimace, half menacing glare plastered across her face, "What do you want?"

She's pissed off, damn. "Errm I just wanted to see if you were okay, because earlier I am sorry I pushed too hard, I should have let you talk when you wanted to and allow it if you don't want to talk about it. But like I have said before, I am with you every step of the way, even if you don't see me. So if you do want to talk, or not at all and just want to hear my voice, I'm hear for you. So once again I'm sorry, so I will, errmm, I'll just go now, see you tomorrow."

I turn to walk away when I feel her hand latching onto my forearm, gripping so tightly at the cloth covering my arm, "Err, thanks Deeks, can you ermm stay, I think you know what today means to me, and I want a familiar face with me tonight, so stay please? You don't have to, don't worry, I'll be okay if you have somewhe-"

I turn back around again, my blue orbs meeting her mismatched browns that I love oh so much, "I'll stay Kens, I'm here for you." I pull her into a hug and walk us back into her apartment. Sensing its not time for any jokes, I grab the remote and switch off the reality show, and I grab her ice-cream to place it back into the freezer. When I walk back from the kitchen she's sat on the edge of her couch, staring with tears dripping down her face at an envelope in her hand. I walk over to her, and gently sit down next to her, placing an arm around her shoulders to giver her comfort. "What is it Kens?"

She's struggling through tears so clears her throat with a grunt, "It's errmm, it's a card from Pendleton, some of the Marines that are still alive and operational who met my dad, send a card each birthday and father's day to me, but errmm," she sniffles more tears, wiping her t-shirt over her eyes, "this year they included the Marine that died today, you know the one with the little girl that he's left behind. It just errmm remind.. reminded me of something the little girl said to me today, its a term I used to call my dad when I was little. She called her dad a, umm, called her da-" She burst out crying again and shoved her face into the crook of my neck.

We sat there from what seemed an eternity, I had learnt from earlier not to push her, otherwise it would just push her further away than pushing us closer together. The whole time I was rubbing patterns into her back and whispering sweet nothings in her ear to try and calm her down. At some point, she had completely twisted on her couch and had wrapped her legs around my waist. When she eventually pulled back, she attempted to stifle a yawn from escaping her mouth but to no avail, "Are you tired Kens?" She jut simply nodded so I figured she wouldn't have enough energy to fight back, so I moved my hands to the back of her thighs and stood up, carrying her to her bed.

Placing her down so she was sat on the edge of the bed with me kneeling in front of her, I lifted my hand to tilt her head up to force eye contact between us. "Hey, what did the girl call her father today?" I asked softly.

"She called him a unicorn."

"Do you know what she meant by 'Unicorn'? Hey Kens, its alright take your time" My thumb is softly running back and forth over her cheek.

"A umm... a unicorn is magical, its special, its does great things, and... and our father's, they were both magical, both special... both did great things... they're our unicorns" She has now started to shake so I pull her into another hug, I am still knelt on the floor but it doesn't bother me. I breath in Kensi's oh so familiar scent of sunshine and gunpowder, my face is buried in her hair, my hand caressing the back of her head, whilst her face is once again buried in the crook of my neck. Her tears are starting to stain my shirt so she moves back, but our noses are almost touching.

With the hand that was on the back of her head, I bring it forward to move one of her curls to behind her ear. My eyes dart from hers to her lips and back up to her glazed over orbs. Surprisingly it is Kensi that moves forward, connecting our lips for the first time since that night, our night, before she was shipped across the world. She pulls back, a questioning look on her face, "Are you sure Kens, I need to know you are completely sure of what you are doing, that you aren't going to have any regrets in the morning or later tonight, just show me you're ready."

Then she utters those 4 words that I have been wanting to hear since before Afghanistan, "I choose you, Deeks" She moves forward once again, but this time crashing our lips together with more force. She's actually kissing me once again, I never thought we would get this close again, so soon. Once I'm over the initial shock, our lips move in time together, like they were made for eat other, fitting together perfectly.

The kiss gets heated very quickly, Kensi's hands have migrated south to the hem of my shirt eager to pull it up. We break the kiss for much needed air and to allow my shirt to be pulled over my head. Before crashing together once again, Kens looks at me in awe, the despair and sadness in her eyes has been replaced by pure lust. I move forward, grabbing her hips with one hand and her vest top with the other. In one swift movement, I manage to pull her closer and rip her top off. Our lips collide once again as I lower her down onto her bed, hooking one of her denim-clad legs around my waist.

It's around midnight when we manage to fall asleep, I'm cuddled up next to Kens, her legs intertwined with mine and I have a arm draped over her waist tugging her closer. I watch her whilst her breathing slows down and into a regular rhythm, suggesting she has fallen into a slumber. I manage to lean forward, placing my lips just above her ear and whisper, "I choose you too Kens". Her reply comes in the form of her adorable snort-snore that I remember from our days as Justin and Melissa. Still hovering over her ear, "I want to meet your dad, your unicorn because without him doing all of the magical and wonderful things, you wouldn't be the gorgeous and wonderwoman you are today, so I would like to meet you dad." I rest my head on the pillow, a smile plastered across my face because I got through to her and won her at the same time.