Title: Season 10 Scenarios
Summary: This will be a series of short scenarios to explore what might happen at the beginning of season 10. I don't know that this one is a real possibility to happen on the show, but you never know what the writers are going to do.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS LA or any of the characters. I simply enjoy writing about them in this forum.
Rating: T
Season 10 Scenarios
Chapter 2: What is Happening?
Deeks groans as he begins to come to. Kensi's attention is immediately stolen away from the planning session she is having with Callen and Arlo Turk about how to fortify the hospital and fend off the General and his men should they decide to return and finish the job. She moves to Deeks's side taking his left hand in her right and using her other hand to stroke his hair.
"Deeks are you in pain?" she checks.
He makes sounds that aren't actual words.
She brings her hand down from his hair to cradle his cheek and tries, "Baby, can you open your eyes?"
Deeks's eyelids flutter a few times before they open and his eyes find hers.
"Hi babe," she welcomes him back into consciousness. Her other hand comes up to his other cheek and she brings her lips to his.
He responds for a second before gently nudging her back. "What...What's happening?" he questions in a confused, yet standard Deeks joking whisper, as he tries to process where he is and what's going on. Kensi simultaneously tries to interpret why he barely responded to her kiss. 'Is he in physical pain? Is he just too out of it still? Does he remember their argument?'
"I'm sorry," she apologizes continuing to caress his face and neck. "I didn't mean to sweetheart," she explains remembering that he was right there comforting her, but also gave her space when she woke up from her coma. "I'm just so happy you're awake."
"Don't be sorry. It's awesome, Just surprised," he explains using as few words as possible since just talking seems to be taking all of the effort he can muster.
"I know we fought and everything..."
"We fought?" he interrupts still trying to make sense of what the heck happened to him and what is happening between him and his partner.
"You don't remember?" she inquires concerned, sitting back and letting her hands fall to her lap. When he gives a slight shake of his head no after thinking for a minute, she continues, "That doesn't matter. What matters is that you're awake. How are you feeling? Do you need anything? I should get a doctor."
"Kens, slow down. Let's start with where am I and what happened?" he requests. He rests a hand on the knee she has curled in front of her to settle her since he has deduced that apparently they are a very hands-on partnership now.
"We're in Mexico. We came to rescue Mosley's kidnapped son, which we did; but as we were trying to get ourselves out our car was hit by a rocket," she explains trying to keep her voice slow and calm.
"Who's Mosley?" Deeks asks.
Kensi is taken aback by this question. She realizes that Deeks may have lost more than just the memory of the accident. Her stomach drops as she puts the puzzle pieces she's been collecting over the past few minutes together and comes to the conclusion that he may not even remember that they are a couple.
"Deeks what's the last big event that happened in our lives?" she asks.
After taking a few moments to consider her question, he answers, "You solved your dad's murder." He scours her facial expression and her eyes for evidence of just how bad this is.
Kensi has to will herself not to freak out and not to cry. "I should get a doctor," she reiterates.
"Kens," he gently grasps her wrist to keep her at his bedside. "How much time?"
"You remember me, so not that long," she smiles trying to be positive and light so that he doesn't get upset.
"You should rest," Kensi encourages later that night.
"Six years Kens, I need to know."
"The doctor said it may come back to you a little each day," she deflects unsure about how to tell him about the terrifying, tough, and heartbreaking parts of the last six years.
"The doctor also said talking about the missing time might help trigger other memories from that time," he counters. "We're in love, right?"
"Yes, we're in love," she relents with a smile as she sits on the bed facing him resigned to the fact that he's not going to give up until he knows more.
He holds her hand as they have done a few other times throughout the day while talking to doctors and waiting for more tests. "I don't remember the details, but this," he says lacing their fingers, "feels right. This is the only thing about today that is good."
His words bring to her a calm she hasn't felt in days.
"So, when? how?" he asks about their love.
"Well it all started with our thing," she teases.
"That I remember," he reminds her squeezing her hand.
"I kissed you while we were undercover..."
"I knew you must have started it," he interrupts delighted for some reason that she was the precipitant.
"Wait a minute!" she objects playfully. "You started it with all your flirting and inuendo."
"Good to know no one is immune to the Deeksness, not even Bad Ass Blye," he teases ignoring her objection. "So what happened next?"
"We ignored said kiss for over a year and became so frustrated with our unresolved feelings that I basically baited you into kissing me."
"And then we got together?" Deeks wonders.
"I wish," she replies softly. "We've been through so much Deeks. Besides our friendship, all we've come through together is the foundation of our relationship."
Sensing that thinking about some of the events that brought them together is causing her anxiety and pain, he invites tugging on her hand, "I think you should come here baby, and we can trigger some happy memories with a more physical approach."
"There's the man I know and love," she affirms with a smile as she lets him draw her closer. His kiss is tentative at first, but instinct takes over and it quickly becomes comfortable.
"I can't believe that just happened," he states with wonderment then softly brings his lips to hers again. "And that you let me call you baby and you didn't punch me," he adds with teasing sparkle in his eyes.
"I do much less punching these days," she informs mirthfully.
"So then you're happy?" he concludes.
"Very happy," she assures him lying her head on his shoulder wondering how she's going to tell him that he's not happy with their current life. She's still trying to wrap her head around that herself.
He lifts her chin and begins kissing her again. She loses herself for a minute, but then gently places a hand on his chest and advises, "We probably should slow down. It might make things more complicated."
"Okay, but will you stay to sleep? I need you to stay," he confides. In the confusion and upheaval of this world with missing pieces he's woken up to; she's the center, the link, and the calm that he needs.
"Of course I'll stay," she assures snuggling in next to him.
"I had a really hard time after Afghanistan," she shares as she helps him walk the hospital corridor, "but you always knew how to make it a little more bareable."
"Wow, I always knew you were tough, but wow!" Deeks marvels in wonderment. "You weren't kidding when you said we've been through a lot." Yesterday when he was wondering about his dental implants, she'd had to tell him about his own experience with torture.
"Yeah, and if that wasn't enough, for part of that mission you thought I was dead," she shares softly.
A vivid feeling comes to him. "Deep down I didn't believe it," he shares emphatically, remembering seeing the picture of Kensi with her throat cut and feeling deep pain and sorrow, but somewhere deep down not being able to believe it was true. "There was another time I was more certain I lost you." He stops walking and steps to the side of the hallway closing his eyes as he tries to focus on the memory. "You were taken by someone...I...I shot him in the head."
"Ferris," she fills in the missing information, "a rogue CIA Agent. Did Sam or Callen tell you about that?"
"No, I think things may be starting to come back in bits and pieces." He steps into her personal space. "I'm having a very evocative memory of you in a sexy Mrs. Claus teddy," he lowers his voice huskily as he leans in to nip her lips. "How about we head back to the room to refamiliarize myself with those memories. I'd also like to make sure the sex machine still works."
"Ok, walking the floor today a few times doesn't make you Superman. Obviously your brain is returning to it's normal stunted functioning. I'm sure the sex machine will function too," she assures him.
"How about a little rubdown along with the other muscles tonight, just to be sure?" he playfully suggests trying to draw her closer.
She slips away smiling because he appears to be out of danger and returning to normal.
"Kensi?!" he calls after her still looking for an answer to his proposition. She waits for him to catch up and his heart and body are gleeful when he reads in her expression that she hasn't completely dismissed his request.
"It's been a pleasure getting blown up abroad again with you boys, but I'll see you in two weeks. First I'm going to milk this Worker's Comp Hetty's gotten me for all it's worth. Maybe take this one on a vacation. We don't seem to do enough of that," Deeks informs Callen and Sam as Callen pulls up in front of his and Kensi's home.
"Rest up," Sam encourages.
"Take all the time you need," Callen adds as they part ways.
"Are you serious about going back to work in two weeks?" Kensi asks as she unlocks the door.
"Yeah, I mean maybe a little less or a little more, but somewhere around there. Why?"
"It's just, you wanted out before we left Deeks, remember?" she asks as they drop their bags to the floor.
"I guess that's a memory I don't have back yet. I can't really imagine not working with you," he shares sagging onto the couch.
"Neither can I babe, but you want a family; and constant pressures of the job and constant worry about losing me were getting to you," she enlightens him as she joins him.
"This is all going to take time: getting all my memories back, processing everything you and I have been through, and finishing planning out wedding. I think we can at least keep working until then," he suggests.
Kensi isn't so sure about this plan. Deeks's memory seems to be void of the fears about the job it held just a few weeks ago, but now hers is full of them. "Or, we could both take a leave of absence and fix up that bar you bought."
"Let's just see what happens," he replies searching the end table drawer for the takeout menus.
"I don't like this. It doesn't feel right," Kensi tells the guys in a hushed voice in the bull pen a few weeks later.
"He knows what he's doing, and Nate's signed off," Sam reasons.
"He has a brain injury," Kensi argues. As the guys' expressions change, she knows Deeks has walked up behind her and she can't stop the guilty and remorseful expression that comes to her face.
"It's okay. I know you all have your concerns, but brain trauma Deeks may just be superior to regular Deeks," he boasts holding up a near perfect target from the shooting range.
"Anything would be an improvement," Sam jests clapping Deeks on the shoulder as they are whistled upstairs by Eric.
After the briefing Kensi is the last to leave.
"Hey Kens, you okay?" Nell checks in.
"Remember when you got to be a field agent because of my trauma in Afghanistan and recovery?"
Nell nods.
"This is the same. I got what I wanted, just not the way I wanted it."
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