The name of the Mayor wasn't completely made out of pure coincidence… The Mayor was really going to be called Mr. Harrison, but I needed to find a first name for him, and my mind immediately thought of George Harrison. And it wasn't all bad because, on his own way, George had strong political views.
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The alarm clock Kensi set on her phone started ringing, and even though unwillingly, she got up. She had to shower, awake up the girls, give them breakfast and leave them at the house of one of their little friend from kindergarten. Annie and Katie were spending the day, having fun with a friend, which was amazing to Kensi. Mr. Harrison was going to give speeches here and there throughout the city and he needed his supporters to go after him. She was facing a very tiring day.
Kensi just felt lazier on Saturdays than any other day, but she had to hurry up. She kicked back the bed sheets and walked still partially sleeping to her daughters' bedroom to awake them up.
"Annie, Katie?" She said with a sleepy voice, shaking them lightly. The two awoke up, rubbing the eyes. "Come on, time to get up."
"Why?" Katie mumbled, sticking up her head with the hair all mussed up.
"Because I have to go to work and you're spending the day at Ivy's house, remember? Now, come on, get off bed and dress up." She continued to speak while walking to door. "I'll have a shower and I'll give you breakfast right after it."
The two girls got off bed after a lot of effort and lazily dressed up. Laziness seemed to be ruling over the three. When Kensi finished shower, she was a lot more awake. She wrapped the bath towel around her body and made her way to the kitchen, making breakfast for the girls. She left them eating while she dressed up.
Between a bit of the toast and a gulp of coffee, Kensi was walking around the house, grabbing this and that.
"Girls, have you got what you need?"
"Yeah!" They said at the same time.
"Alright," Kensi put the backpack on each one. "then we're good to leave."
After dropping them at Ivy's house, she drove off to the campaign's headquarters where she met Joan and the others. Soon they were departing on foot for long walks through the city.
When the lunch time arrived, Harrison told his supporters to enter a small eatery at the downtown and that he was paying for everyone's lunch. After their meal, everyone was taking a short rest and some were having a smoke before leaving for another speech on a public place. Mr. Harrison was on an apparently very amusing conversation when he excused himself and walked to Kensi.
"Ms. Blye, can I have a word with you?"
"Of course, Mr. Harrison." She promptly answered, getting up and following him. The two went to a corner.
"Tonight I'll be at a fund-raising dinner. As you know, I consider you a very substantial part of my campaign and I see you are committed and interested in the political issues of our city. So, I'd like you to be present tonight, I'd like for you to take part of this event because I know you'll only make me look even better before our supporters."
"Mr. Harrison, I'm much honored to accept your offer."
The man smiled at her. "Very good. I'll send someone to pick you up at nine sharp. Don't be late." He was walking away when he backed a few steps and said. "And remember, it is a black-tie event."
"Of course, Mr. Harrison."
Harrison wanted to give Kensi a try; if Henrietta Lange recommended her for his Party, she must be good. Kensi was thrilled; her work was finally being recognized. She wanted to prove what she was capable of and not only let Harrison ground his judgments on Hetty's recommendation.
When Kensi came back to sit next to Joan again, the other seemed very interested in knowing the purpose of the conversation.
"So, what did Mr. Harrison wanted from you?"
"Invite me to the fund-raising dinner… Finally I'll get to show what I'm worth."
"That is amazing, girl. I'm rooting for you. Do your best tonight."
Kensi sighed, unable to hide the smile. "Thanks, Joan. Now, come on, prepare yourself 'because apparently we're leaving."
"Ouch, my feet!" Joan grumbled, fitting into the heeled shoes again.
Kensi was smiling at Joan's grimaces and grumbles when her phone rang. She didn't know the number, but answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hi." She immediately recognized the voice. "This is Kensi Blye's number, right?"
"Yes, yes it is Mr. Deeks…" She said with a smile.
Joan turned completely interested in the phone she was having and didn't seem to be in pain anymore.
"I just wanted to say that I really loved our coffee and our chat from last week, and I was thinking if you were interested in repeating it again, today?"
"Actually, Marty, today isn't a good day."
"Oh, I see." Martin assumed he was being dumped.
"But, what about tomorrow? I have the free afternoon."
"Tomorrow…? Yes, I can tomorrow. Meet you up at the same coffee shop, around three?"
"Alright, I'll be there. Until tomorrow then."
"Until tomorrow." He said before hanging up.
Kensi didn't have time to even smile, being already teased by Joan. "Good God, you're falling for him!"
"What?" Kensi replied in such a tone as if it was a complete nonsense what Joan said.
"It is an international code than when people say "no, I can't" it means they aren't predisposed in going out, but you instead rescheduled the date! You're into him or else you wouldn't have suggested another day!"
"I liked his company, is it a crime?"
"No, quite the contrary. It's good for you to go out and date!"
"It's not a date, Joan!"
"Oh no, it is a date! In these past years, you can count by the fingers of one hand the guys you've been on a second date. Martin is definitely one of them!"
"Oh yeah, and what about you? You've been divorced for two and half years? Isn't it time for you to date too?"
Joan answered her as they were leaving the small eatery. "As a matter of fact, while you'll be at the fund-raising dinner tonight, I'll be in a speed date-"
"I thought you were better than date to go to speed dates!"
"My little sister pushed me into that! I'm not much willing to go-"
"Just go!" Kensi continued to walk forward so Joan wouldn't start talking again about her and Martin.
When it was six hours, the walk around the city ended. Harrison considered the day very productive for the campaign and he was hoping to score some more points at that night's dinner, this time scoring points with big investors.
Kensi picked up the girls and with the two she went to a clothes' rental shop to pick up a fancy dress for that night. The girls went on with the help, giving their opinion. Kensi left the shop with a simple sleeveless black dress that covered her leg a little up the knee. Once she got home, she only had time to call the nanny and get prepared. In less than an hour, she's have someone picking her up.
The dinner was a big success. Harrison and his campaign raised a lot of money and got the support of big companies of the city. Kensi turned out to be very significant with one speech she presented at the dinner and after that in winning the trust of one important investor that Harrison had been trying to conquer for weeks now.
When she arrived home it was past midnight, and she was beyond the limit of tiredness. Even the floor seemed an ideal bed for her at the moment. The girls were sleeping it had been hours now and the nanny, upon seeing her exhausted look, said she'd take a bus home. Once Kensi fell back on bed, she slept like a log, only waking up late in the morning with the girls watching TV.
Jack was leaving for Albany in that day and he wanted to spend a couple of hours with the twins before going. Early in that week he showed up by the house and Kensi showed him the document she got from Martin. He didn't put any restrictions, he signed it; he was conscious of the crappy role of father he had, and the even worst role of husband he played.
Before going to meet Martin at the coffee shop, she left the girls at Jack's house. He was packing his bags already and she told him she'd pick them up by the end of the day.
Even if she wanted, she couldn't smile completely when she saw Martin already waiting for her, having even already ordered her a coffee.
"Where is it?" He asked.
"Where's what?"
"That pretty smile of yours. Did you leave it at home?"
Kensi shyly smiled and blushed a little. She took a seat and explained after a sigh. "I'm just a little worried, no big deal."
"Well, tell me about it. I'm all ears." He said with a grin.
She smiled and explained. "I left the twins with Jack because he's leaving today. I'm just worried if he… I don't know…"
"I don't think he'd risk going to jail. But, you're a parent and I know I can't take away your worries. I guess I can at least ease it down a little."
"I guess so. It's just… when I decided to fill in for the divorce; we've reached the last straw. He was staying home with the girls, they were about six months, not older, and he was outside and told the neighbor that he really needed to go out for a drink and stuff. The next thing the man notices is Jack leaving home without the girls. When I get home, my mother is there. Apparently the neighbor didn't want to call the police because he didn't want any trouble, but after hearing one of the girls' crying, he entered and called my mother, waiting there until she came home."
"He left your daughters home alone?"
"Yeah, and little did I knew that it was to be with his mistress."
"No, that's… beyond words…"
"But enough about me. What's with you?" She said, seeking for his eyes. "What has got you worried?"
"Nothing," He smiled, trying to disguise his worries. "I'm okay."
"You've heard my troubles; I'm open to hear about yours too."
He raised his look and said. "It's my son. Tomorrow he has an appointment on the pediatrician and I'm a little apprehensive."
"Is he sick? Is it serious?"
"He was born with thirty-four weeks, meaning he was born premature. The doctor's told me he could have minimal or, with luck, no problems at all, but the truth is that he has been followed closely and now he's about to go to school and I notice something's wrong about him. He lacks memory and seems to be uninterested, something that the doctor said it could happen. He doesn't seem to know or want to distinguish numbers, shapes, letters. But, a few days ago, when I asked him why he didn't care, he said it was because he couldn't see things. He said it was all blurry, and then I remembered the doctor also said he could develop sight problems."
"Comparing to my problem, yours is away more aching, but I'm sure it will all work perfectly. If he was born with thirty-four weeks, he isn't too premature. That blurry vision can be something just temporary."
"I know, but as I said to you, it's my duty to worry and care about my little guy. When he was born, I didn't know quite well what to feel. I was happy he was born, but when I saw him, so small and fragile, lying in that incubator, it broke my heart. Besides, I didn't even have time to properly digest the news about my wife's death. It was a rough time, but good thing is that now things are so much easier… I just still don't know how I'm going to tell my son that I may have not loved his mom as much as I thought I did."
"I'm sure that's just mixed feelings-"
"It isn't, believe me." Martin said, drinking the last sip of coffee. "My shifts were too long, sometimes I was even working overnight, and she was very jealous and suspicious. She always thought that I wasn't at work, but I was. That stress was one of the causes that induced her into early birth. But, I feel that we were already reaching the breaking point away before that. I couldn't live with those suspicious over me anymore… But she sure gave me the best gift I've ever had: my son."
"Then focus only on him and leave the past in the past."
"You are right. I think we both need to unwind. Should I order another coffee for both of us?"
"I'd like something to eat too. And please, let's talk about more cheerful things!"
Their talk continued smoothly and amusingly. The two enjoyed each other's company and they unwound.
Still only one of them got the best of the lucks. When Kensi went to pick up her daughters, they were fine, nothing was wrong and they had a good time with Jack. As for Martin, in the next day at the doctor's appointment, he got some bad news. Julian did have problems attention and interest, but it was all related to a slight myopia. The boy was right when he said he couldn't see things clearly. Julian was prescript to wear glasses to correct his myopia, and even though it seems odd, Martin managed to deal lightly about the issue; he knew his son would be okay.
Next chapter should be coming soon.
And prepare yourselves, both Kensi and Deeks' first kiss and trouble are approaching.
For the next chapter I only hit a very special meeting between two characters... I'll say no more!
