Hello lovely and adorable people! Are you still there?

I have to apologize to you. Life got pretty serious and I had to pay full attention at college and work. I'm not back fully, the thing is that this story was kinda of hunting me and I needed to get rid of all those thoughts.

Good news for you is that I'm updating a new chapter of this story.

Bad news is since I staid a billion days out I lost contact with my betas :'(

That means this chapter wasn't reviewed, and you must find A LOT of mistakes. I'm accepting volunteers

I'll let you get to the story now. As always, I don't own NCISLA character, unfortunately.


Chapter 4

Kensi was staring at the fishes and rubbing her now noticeable baby bump to calm herself. She was having trouble sleeping, her blather was always full and her mood was having more ups and downs then a rollercoaster. But the reason she was scaring the fishes with her stare face just apeared after she entered the OPS and finally discovered what the whole team was trying to hide from her: Deeks was unreachable after entering what they suspected to be a cartel headquarters.

She was on desk duty due her pregnancy, and because of that Granger thought it would be a great idea if she assisted the team that was responsible for training the newcomers agents. She wasn't the most patient person in the world, but doing this was better than sitting at her desk all day going thru a bunch of old files and cold cases. The bad thing about her new assignment was that she wasn't able to keep up to her team's operations, all the information are kept from her. She was starting to feel like a "how was your day?" wife, and that wasn't make her happy.

She missed the action, she missed the intell, she missed the team work, the adrenaline, the feeling of mission accomplished, but most of all, she missed spending her day with her partner. And knowing her partner was in the field, partner less, and now out of reach was giving her a mix of anger and scare.

First of all, she went to the tank to try to keep the her mind free of bad thoughts, she couldn't let the worst scenario cross her mind, she was determinate to stay positive.

As an attempt of not thinking of the worst, she lost herself looking at their baby's fish and remembering all the discussions of how they should name their child, which school their kid would attend, which martial arts. At all those subjects they have different opinions. Someone that didn't know them would think they were a terrible combination, that their marriage was doomed. At first, she thought that too, they never had the same opinions, always seemed to be arguing for something. But, after all those discussions and arguments, Deeks did what he did best, he was Deeks. He always managed to make their opinions to combine and find a way of showing her that she married the best.

Her fight to keep the bad thoughts was lost and they started to cross her mind. She was saying to herself that all this concern and fear were due her pregnancy hormones. But she was pretty aware they weren't the only ones to be blame. Their background story of going unreachable never ended in a good way for at least one of them.

No matter how hard she tried not to think of those moments of Deeks being attached to that chair, mouth full of blood in so much pain. She reminded pretty well all the strength she had to make herself to be straight to the plan. She wanted to cut him loose just like he was begging her, but that time she was only his partner, that time she was blind of how important that shaggy scruffy blond detective was at her life.

This time everything was different. The fear of losing now her husband was beyond huge. She was terrified, and fear was written all over her watery eyes. She was his partner, his best friend, his wife, the mother of their unborn child, she was his in so many different ways. He was what gave her life sense now. He was her life.

She was staring at the fish tank, embracing herself trying unsuccessfully to make the fear away when the noise she heard brought her out of her "trance".

"Feeeeeeeernn!" Deeks screamed as he entered the bullpen. "I said I would be back!"

The tears that now were falling were of relief, joy, and most of all love. Yeah, he was back, just like he said he would be.


AN: Someone said my story is poorly written, without deep emotion and that some no longer likes Densi because of that. All I have to say is that: I'm not a writer, I just have those ideas and wrote them down; I'm not fluent in English; my or other people stories aren't responsable for what happens with the characters at the series.

That said I have to thank for the ones who reviewed and enjoy this puzzle of words that I tried to put together.

One or two more chapters and the story is done. Give me ideas people.

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