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Chapter Four
Dressed in a tank top and cotton shorts Kensi lay in bed beside Callen. He was asleep but Kensi highly doubted it was deep or restful. He would be awake in an hour or so, she knew, prowling around the house practicing his languages or taking apart some appliance or studying whatever he deemed useful. In the morning Callen was usually sleeping on the floor on his roll out, which he never went anywhere without.
Looking at Callen, she could see the scars from the bullets that riddled his torso. She understood why he preferred things solo. His life had not been an easy one and from a young age he learned to rely only on himself. She thought about his happy ever after comment, knowing he didn't see that for himself. Kensi hoped he would find someone but he didn't like to get too close to anyone. When he needed a psychical relationship, he had a few discreet affairs, but they were all under aliases.
The person who would always be closest to him would be Sam. but he considered her, Eric, Nate and Hetty family. She could tell he had an easy relationship with Nell and would be soon brought into the fold. The only person she wasn't sure how he truly felt about was Deeks. Callen knew more about Deeks than any of them, with the exception of Hetty and seemed to understand him but didn't go out of his way to get to know him. And he wouldn't, Kensi knew, that would be on Deeks. She hoped he would be brought into the fold someday, making them all a united family.
"Go to sleep Kens." Callen murmured sleepily "I can hear you thinking from here." Kensi smothered a laugh.
"Sorry Callen." She said and sighed. Closing her eyes and letting the darkness engulf her.