Thank you for all the reviews and messages, it really makes me want to write more. And due to the very positive acceptance of this story, here's another chapter to quench some of your thirst left by the cliffhangers from the last two chapters. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own NCIS: LA nor any of the fictional characters from the show. Coz if I did, Kensi and Deeks would have hooked up by now.
CHAPTER 2 RECAP: The team gets a new case and Kensi's mystery visitor notices a possible witness to his little stunt. As the team stays busy with the case, our villain is busy tying up loose ends.
They didn't exactly talk about it. But they've come to an unspoken agreement that Kensi stay with Deeks until they get whoever's threatening to harm her. If it were up to Deeks, Kensi can stay there for good. He enjoys her company and if he was honest with himself, it actually feels nice having someone other than Monty to come home to. Of course this is only temporary and it's Kensi. He'd never tell her that.
It's been two days since Kensi received any messages or stray gunshots. The investigation has hit a dead end. After all the injuries he's sustained from days of torture, Capt. Hannigan is currently suffering from retrograde amnesia. Their only lead is "help in the sun." Which makes absolutely no sense to any of them. Kensi's loosened up some but she's no fool, she's definitely still on high alert.
Deeks walks over to the couch where Kensi is comfortably perched and hands her a beer. "So, another John Hughes marathon tonight?" He asks her.
"Nah. I keep thinking about Sgt. Medina. You think he's still alive?" Kensi asks.
"I don't know. But I hope so."
"You know he's never going to be the same if he does get out alive." It wasn't a question.
"What's really bothering you Kens?"
Kensi hesitated but Deeks held his gaze urging her to proceed. "I-I was thinking that if it was me, at what point do you stop looking?"
"That's a stupid question Kens. First of all, it's never going to be you."
"Deeks."
"Let me finish." He scoots closer to her and captures her free hand with his. "And second of all, if it were you, I'd never stop looking until I found you. So don't you worry Fern, I'll get you back."
It works. Kensi smiles.
Deeks stands up and pulls Kensi along with him. "I have a surprise for you."
"Oh yeah. What is it?"
"It won't be a surprise anymore if I told you what it was now. Would it?"
Deeks leads them both out of his apartment and towards a set of stairs that lead to the rooftop.
"What, you're going to push me off the roof and put me out of my misery?"
"Has anyone ever told you that your sense of humor sucks?"
"The last one that did… got punched." She says as she playfully punched him on his arm.
"Touché."
Deeks stops them both before opening the rooftop door. "Okay, close your eyes. No cheating." For that he gets an eye roll.
"Alright, open your eyes."
Oh. My. Gosh. Kensi was in awe. In a secluded corner of the rooftop is the most romantic little setup. A small round table draped in white linen is set for two under a canopy lined with rows of little white lights, in the center of the table is a candle surrounded by a dozen red roses in full bloom, and sitting next to the table is a bottle of chilled rosé. It was like something straight out of a movie.
"Is-Is this for us?"
Deeks nods. He puts a hand on the small of Kensi's back and guides her to her seat. The reaction on Kensi's face was priceless. He knew he hit a homerun on this one and he's now grinning ear to ear.
"So this is what you were doing when you were," – Kensi makes air quotes – "meeting with Bates?"
"Since we couldn't make it to Crustacean, I thought I'd bring Crustacean to us. You like?"
"Yes, I like, a lot!" Kensi couldn't help but smile. This is by far the most romantic dinner she's ever had. Even Jack wasn't this sweet or creative. Something warm builds deep inside of her like a growing ball of passion and something else, somewhere within the depths of her core. The food was delicious, the setting is serene, and the company is absolute perfection. This night just turned out to be the sweetest night of Kensi Blye's existence.
She awoke before her alarm went off. Deeks' warm breath tickles the back of her neck. She turns around to see Deeks still peacefully asleep. He looks like a child, free from the pain and horror his hard life has brought upon him. She breaths in his scent and snaps a mental picture of him. She wants this image of him forever embedded in her mind. She then threads her fingers through his hair and plants a soft kiss on his lips. They've been sleeping on the same bed for several nights now, kissing has become a daily occurrence, but ever the gentleman, Deeks has managed to hang on to his self-control. He insists he wants to but that he doesn't want to take advantage of the situation either. She wasn't sure if it was the kiss or her thoughts of him that makes Deeks shift beside her. Then he twitches his nose. He looks so cute when he does that. She plants him another kiss, this time a little deeper than the first.
"If you keep doing that, I wouldn't be held accountable for my actions."
"Doing what?" She tried to sound as innocently as she can as she kisses him once more.
"Kensi, you'll be the death of me." He whispers beneath her kisses as his big hands grip her hips to pull her closer to him. Then he deepens their kiss. He runs a hand along the length of her spine and a moan escapes her. He realizes that she's wearing nothing but an all too large shirt of his and white silk boy shorts with red lace edges. Images of himself trailing kisses up along her inner thighs and taking off that small piece of silk with his teeth sends a tingling sensation down south. It would be so easy to just give in. Lord knows he wants to, badly. But he also feels like he'd be taking advantage of her if he did it now. After all, the reason Kensi's on his bed in the first place is some maniac just tried to kill her the other night. But before he could resolve his inner battle, Kensi's phone rings. "Aren't you going to take that?"
"Wasn't planning on it."
"It could be Hetty you know."
Ugh, she hates it when he's right. She hesitantly moves away from him to answer the call. Unknown number. She wonders who it is.
Heavy breathing is heard from the other end of the line… then a man's distorted voice says, "Don't get too comfortable Agent Blye, job has its hazards." Then he hung up.
"You okay Kens? Who was that?"
"Job has its hazards." She mumbles.
"What?"
"He said job has its hazards. There's only been one person that ever said that to me." Deeks finally catches on. And he knows whom she's talking about. He was there when she said it to him after he nearly broke his knuckles from the uppercut he gave him. "Stanley King."
The drive to the Mission was a blur. If Danica Patrick drove the way Kensi just did, she may actually win the Indy 500.
"Eric, what do we have on Stan King?"
"Hello to you too Kens."
"I'm sorry."
"That's alright." He says while his fingers whirl away at his keyboard.
"Okay, here it is. After King was arrested, he was sent away to the Atwater US Penitentiary, a high-security federal prison. It says here he died six months ago, stabbed to death by a fellow inmate. The investigation is still open."
"Does it say anything about where his body is buried or who conducted the autopsy?"
"It says he was cremated. A Dr. Laura Thompkins completed the autopsy."
"Where can we find Dr. Thompkins?"
Sounds of manic keyboard typing, then Eric says, "She has an office five miles from Castle Airforce Base."
"Thanks Eric!"
Before Kensi nor Deeks reach the door, Eric calls out. "Guys, she had an office. Dr. Thompkins suffered a massive cardiac arrest five months ago, she didn't make it."
Dammit! When they thought they finally have some answers, they're back to square one.
TO BE CONTINUED...
I hope you all liked this chapter. Once again it's on the short side. But in my defense, I did just update yesterday lol. Do you prefer weekly updates with longer chapters or daily/every-other-day updates with shorter ones? Please let me know so I can pace myself.
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