So, uumm, H there...please dont kill me for taking so long to update, I've been sick and my motivation for writing has been abandoning me lately. but its back now, at 12:15 on a Thursday morning, so here you are :) Thanks to all you AWESOME people who reviewd this and put it on alert. i love you all. Merry Christmas
Enjoy :)
Discalimer: i did wish for it when i was writing this and i looked up and my clock read 11:11 but nothing has happened so far :(
I learned to use my bayonet according as you please,
For a bread knife or a chopper or a prong for toasting cheese
" Are you sure you're okay Kens?" Callen's concerned voice pulled me from my silent suffering. I was feeling like crap, and it didn't seem like it was going away anytime soon. Everyone had been pressuring me to go home. But I couldn't. I still hadn't gotten my letter from Deeks.
"Ah, yeah. I'm sure Callen. Probably just a head cold. It'll go away eventually." I hope.
"Uh huh, so were just throwing up in the lockerooms before for a different reason then?" he smirked at me with a smug look on his face. I just sighed in defeat. It was one thing to lie to him when he didn't have proof, but now that he knew how sick I really was? I had no chance of going anywhere but home.
Brooks, as per usual, was already gone. His speedy paperwork skills still leaving me and the rest of the team baffled as to where he was. I mean, sure, Sam and Callen hadn't been as hard on him as they usually were but that's only because he was a temp. Temporary, while Deeks was away. Being stuck on stakeout with Callen had taught me that I wasn't just imaginging things, he was seriously suspicious of the new kid. Hetty hadn't said anything so far and he was adapting well for someone that has to put up with my hostile self. Even if he was still annoyingly formal. God, I missed Deeks.
"Fine," I managed a halfhearted glare in his direction, "I'll go. But if Nell comes down here looking for me, tell her I went home." Hopefully she would take the hint and make a surprise visit to deliver the letter that I've been looking forward to for a long time.
Looking mildly surprised at my unenthusiastic response, he just nodded. As I picked up my things and made my way outside, I could feel his eyes watching me.
I woke up the next morning to the blaring sound of my alarm clock piercing my not-so-peaceful sleep. I tried to groan and roll over to whack the alarm clock, but instead of a groan coming out of myself came a wheeze of air instead. Crap. This is not good. Sitting up slowly and reaching over to turn off the alarm that was threatening to burst my newly sensitive eardrums, I tried to form words. No use. Still only a weak little wheeze. This was not good at all.
I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower. Hoping a long soak under the hot steam of the shower would rejuvenate me enough to get me to work. Stumbling out an hour later, I sat on the edge of the bed and considered going into work anyway. Callen would sure get a kick out of that and maybe I could infect Brooks while I was at it. He still put me on edge, and it wasn't just his sleazy, oily appearance. He's barely there anyway. Before getting up I tried to speak again, this time resulting in a coughing fit that had me curled in the fetal position. Still no sound came out. So it's settled, I thought to myself as I carefully peeled myself off the floor, I wasn't going anywhere today.
Settling myself back in bed I reached for my phone and was halfway through typing in Hetty's number before remembering that I couldn't speak. Looks like I was texting into work today.
After about two hours of lying sprawled in bed feeling miserable a loud knock on my door jerked me back from whatever dream world I was on. My heart lurched for a second with anticipation until I realised that it wasn't going to be Deeks at my door, coming to feed me chicken soup and to cheer me up. The knock sounded like thunder against my throbbing head as I sluggishly walked from my bedroom to the door.
I opened the door and leaned heavily against the doorframe, "Callen, I swear to god I'm fine – oh, wait. You're not Callen." When I realised that whispering wouldn't really get my point across, I looked up to tell him with my eyes, I stuttered in surprise as I realised it was Nell that was standing at my door – not Callen. Oops.
"No, I don't think I'm Callen. And you look like crap, no wonder you stayed home today. I just came to deliver a certain something. I think it'll make you feel a whole lot better too." She smiled and handed me the, now familiar, yellowed envelope and left.
"Thanks Nell," I stage whispered as I watched her walk off. I shuffled over to the couch and collapsed onto it petting Monty as he jumped up to join me. This I what I had been waiting for, for what seemed like an eternity. I eagerly ripped open the barrier that was stopping me from reading about my partner's latest exploits in his undercover world.
Kensi,
I probably shouldn't have motioned that I was on the run in my last letter… I assure you, I'm fine. The running part has mostly stopped for now and they've made me shave again. I know, it's horrible, but I gotta do it, 'Sergeants orders'. And believe me, you always have to follow the sergeants orders. One of the guys in my group didn't, and he never was quite the same since. Aaanndd I probably shouldn't have said that either. Trust me Fern, as much as its killing me, I haven't talked back or anything during this whole OP. It's killing me on the inside, don't you worry about that.
Also, when I get back, I challenge you to a knife fight. My new buddy, Steve, had some pretty wicked moves with knives that he was willing to teach the 'D-Rock'. I bet you never used your knife to toast cheese now did you? Yeah, didn't think so. Looks like the one-upper just got one-upped. Kidding, don't kick my ass when I get back. Please.
I'm glad you and Monty have been getting along well. I wonder if I'm going to be able to tear him away from you when I get back, I have been gone almost a year now. Wow. That's a long time. I cant believe its almost Christmas and I might miss spending it at the shelter with you and Monty. God, I miss both of you. I'm trying as hard as I can to get this wrapped up before Christmas, just so you wont spend it alone, drinking beer and eating ice-cream. Just do me one favour, if I'm not home, go to the shelter for me anyway, I'm sure they'll remember you there.
As a reply to you demanding I cook for you when I return, I'll do it. But on one condition. Which I'm not going to tell you right now because I know I'll get my ass handed to me when you find out what it is. Don't worry; it's not that bad, just not something that you would normally do. Ever.
Well, while you're pondering what that might be, how's Brooks going? From what I've heard he's being real shady. I don't trust him Kens, and I dont think you should either. I know I haven't even met the guy but form what Nell's been telling me, this guy spells trouble. Trust you to get partnered with a troublemaker. Just, be careful. If I come home and find that you're in any worse shape that I left you in, there'll be hell to pay.
I should probably get going, it's getting late and we rise at four sharp. It wasn't so bad getting up that early if I could go surfing, but I'm in the desert, which means no beaches. I really am dying. I miss you and Monty, a lot.
D-Rock
I sighed and re-read the letter. The start didn't really help my stress levels concerning him but I was really surprised when he told me that he hadn't talked back. I never knew Marty Deeks could be so serious. And a knife fight? Really? Just because he could "toast cheese" with one didn't mean he was a master. No matter how many times he called himself "D-Rock" the smile that had graced my face slowly malted off as my sick feeling came back, only worse.
What did he mean, Brooks was shady? I mean I know it's strange that he finishes all his work so quickly and that he's so formal towards me, and not to mention he just looks creep, but what made him such a problem. I sighed and scratched behind Marty's ears, earning me a tail wag and a sloppy kiss. I don't know how I was gonna give him back to Deeks when he got back. The mutt was really growing on me.
Reaching over to the coffee table, I grabbed a pen and paper and started to interrogate Deeks about Brooks and that mystery condition, what? What was it that was so bad that he thought he was gonna get in trouble for asking. That's what I wanted to know. If he didn't tell me soon, he wasn't going to be getting any surfing done when he got back home either.
There you go :) The plot thickens with Brooks and what is the mystery condition of Deeks'? To tell you the truth... i dont really know either, so i turn to you, my dear readers. if you have any clue what that condition might be, PM me or leave a reveiw. Also, if you wanna tell me how you felt about this chapter, review, I'll love you forever :)
TWD
