Title: Ghost of Christmas past
Summary: Every year, on Christmas day, Kensi has the same nightmare; waking up alone. Last Christmas, she woke up next to Deeks. But this year, she wakes up finding herself alone at bed.
Characters: Kensi Blye, Marty Deeks
December 25th 2004
After a long fight the night before, they finally went to sleep. Or at least try to. She wanted to help him. And she was. But maybe it wasn't enough for him. She was talking with his doctors, helping him with his medications and she was listening. She was always listening. Always. He had returned from Fallujah two months ago. And these two months had been the worst for both of them.
Their wedding plans were going back, day after day. They weren't even talking about it anymore. Even though the doctors had said it would be good if he kept his mind busy with a happy thing, but not stressful, it'd help him. But he didn't even want to talk about it. She was showing him pictures of wedding invitations but he wasn't even looking at them. And they always ended up fighting.
That was what happened on Christmas Eve night.
When she opened her eyes the next day, she faced an empty bed. He wasn't there. But that didn't surprise her at all. He used to do that. Waking up early, walking in the house up and down, cleaning, cooking. She laid back to the bed and started at the ceiling. The headache from last night's fight hadn't gone away. She closed her eyes, trying to calm down.
Ten minutes later, she got off the bed. She wasn't hearing any noise from outside the room. That was weird She walked to the kitchen; he wasn't there. He wasn't at the living room either. He wasn't home. He was gone. She panicked. She grabbed her cell phone and dialed his number. But no luck. He wasn't answering it. She didn't know what to do. At first she thought, he might have gone for a walk but then she noticed his keys on the small table next to the door. No matter where he was going, he was always taking the keys with him. She ran to their bedroom and opened the closet. His clothes weren't there. And his suitcase was missing too.
He was gone. He had left her.
She sat down, with her back against the wardrobe's door, and buried her head in her knees, crying. What did she do wrong? She thought he loved her. She was blaming herself for what had happened. If they hadn't fought last night, if she hadn't put pressure on him, if…, if,… if. She had to accept it. He had left. He had left her. And he wasn't coming back.
December 25th 2015
She jumped off bed, gasping for air, all sweaty. That nightmare was hunting her since that Christmas, since Jack had left her. And she was waking up on Christmas day with the fear of being left alone. She laid back, trying to calm down. Stretching her arms, her hand touched the empty cold side of the bed. She freaked out. He was never getting up before she woke up. He was always waiting for her.
She got up and ran outside the room. She rolled down the stairs as fast as she could, yelling his name. "Deeks?" The moment she walked in the kitchen, she saw him. He saw there, cooking their breakfast. He was looking at her scared. He had heard her screaming-how could he miss it. She was looking at him relieved. She was on the verge of crying. But she couldn't keep it. She burst into tears.
Deeks understood why she was acting like that. He had heard her talking to Talbot about Jack. He understood she thought he left her. He placed down the spoon and the towel he was holding, walked towards her and hugged her. He held her tight, trying to calm her down. "Shh. It's okay. I'm here." He gave her a kiss on the top of her head. "I'm here baby. I'm not going to leave you. Never. Always remember that." He put his hands behind her head and wiped away the tears from her eyes, smiling at her. "Merry Christmas Kens."
"Merry Christmas."
I know it's small but I hope you'll like it. Happy Holidays!