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4: Kensi
When she first walked out of her home, she thought, "Damn it, I'm going to be gone in some unknown region for who knows how long."
When she reached that unknown region, she found it quite known. Though she had never been there specifically, her father had, in his training days, and she knew people here.
It just wasn't the people she wanted to know.
They set her up in temporary house, but encouraged her to buy an apartment, since she was going to be here indefinitely. They wanted her to stay here, build a fake life that only she knew was fake.
In her mind, an indefinite mission meant she would never see her new boyfriend again. He would wait as long as he possibly could, that's just who he was. But then, he would meet a wonderful woman, and they would be over without her even knowing they were and when she came back, her Twinkies drawer would be filled with pictures of them together, with a beautiful blond haired, blue-eyed baby boy that called him 'Dad'.
She would hold strong in front of him, tell him it was okay and that she knew it would happen and that, yes, she would be the godmother, because there's no way her Marty wouldn't try to compensate for a lost relationship he felt he was the cause of. She would fall in love with their new house, and the baby boy as much as she was terrible around children because he should have been hers.
Sam and Callen would know about their relationship, and how it could have become more, but understand Deeks' position when he left her. They would comfort her and Sam would try and set her up with some SEAL buddies because his baby sister deserved to be happy too.
Callen would be dealing with his own issues, but he would still find time to drink a beer with her and stop her from leaving with strangers he knew she would regret and take her home. He would sit on the couch and let her get ready for bed, different from Deeks, who would have helped her and then slept with her if she so desired. He would tell her that she would get better, and then close the door behind him and leave.
Nell would pity her, but be too busy in her own relationships; she saw the looks tossed between Nell and Eric. They would have girls' nights, and slowly those would disappear and fade into team nights, and Marty would be too busy with his new life and never come, and she would never go, and slowly, those too would fade away into nothingness.
She would go home to a dusty house that really wasn't home anymore and sit among the new unwashed laundry in the bathroom and cry. She would run out of tears and wash her face, and buck up to go to another day and repeat the cycle until mercy finally befell her and she was killed in action trying to protect what she had lost.
She knew loss well. Very well, and it seemed It liked to play chess with her life. She threw away her dead plant, cleaned out her fridge and pantry into salvation army bags, threw her clothes into a laundry basket she knew Deeks would come in to take care of, locked her house, and got into the car with Granger. She thought about what she had packed into her duffel bag: clothes, toiletries, one blanket, and Deeks favorite pair of sunglasses. She had left her father's knife to him, in case indefinitely meant forever.
That's how long she was willing to wait.
Hey, Jazz here! Don'tcha just love me right now? Honestly, this one was the first one I wrote and really my favorite one. It was all the confusion I felt when I watched it all go down. What do ya'll think?