I'm sorry for the short chapter...!


Chapter 9 – Remembrance

Deeks and the team were able to go to the house where Kensi and Jack had been. Even though they searched every part of that house, they didn't find them or any clue of where they may have gone. Well, excepting the note Kensi had left. Sam and Callen were outside the house delivering the news to Hetty, and asking Nell and Eric to confirm if the cell phone they found there was the one Jack had used to call Kensi previously. Deeks was inside the house, debating with his own rationality, thinking if he would unravel the folded paper and read it. If it was just standing there, it must not have any clues or else Jack would have found it. So, it may have just been a small note from Kensi or even from Jack and he wasn't looking forward to hurt himself much more. Still, something tingled inside him and made him believe it was Kensi's note and that he should read it.

"I really hope you get to read this, Deeks, it only means you haven't done anything idiot. 'Cause I know that your mind sometimes plays these tricks on you and you end up doing something unthinkable. Remember what I told you, about not doing anything stupid…? I don't want Don to talk to his father through a phone while he's in jail, and I certainly don't want you to miss this pregnancy. I hope you have that in mind… that I don't want to lose you because of something that you did hot-headed. Please Marty I beg you to not try to look for us… for now. I know I can make Jack go back to rehab, and that way he'll be away from us for real… I know that what I'm asking is something really hard, and believe me, there's no other place where I rather be and no-one else I rather be with but there, with you. This is a lot easier to write than to say because I know I'd chicken out and not say this to your face. But it is your fault, you have that way of looking at people that… And, what I'll write next is not to make you feel even more hurt but to make you smile. Our little boy, he started walking, just out of the blue. He got up and walked. And he recognizes you in the photo and keeps calling you. He still can't say "dad", but I'm sure he'll say it when he sees you again. We'll be together soon, I promise you that. Just give me time to solve this. And please, stop making me this cheesy!"

Deeks folded the paper again with a little smile playing with the corner of his lips. That's the way Kensi is, always calm and tough, always having a back-up plan. And even though he knew he was not going to see his wife and son for a while, his hope renewed for knowing that they were okay. He trusts Kensi's words and knows that she'll be alright. Despite the pain of not having them with him, he knows that hole won't be there forever. So, he tricks his mind, he convinces himself that Kensi and Don are out of town for vacation. Then he looked at his broken arm and thought that he had already messed up, but now there wasn't anything else to do but to keep believing. He had them in his remembrance, but still he wasn't going to give up that easily. He'd keep a low radar search…


"Hey Kens?" Jack spoke softly, taking a seat on the couch next to her. "I couldn't help but to read the note you left and…" At that point Kensi let Don slide down her legs and he walked to closer to the tv, amazed by the colors and images flashing. "I realized you really love him. So I want to promise you something: I'll try my best to get back on the tracks and let you go home. And I promise," He placed his hand over hers and held it tightly. "I won't go back to nag anyone else. You have your family… you're… you're pregnant, right?" Kensi only nodded and he affirmed. "But you're not showing yet!" Jack said focusing on her belly.

"I'm just nine weeks pregnant." She got up and lifted up her shirt a bit. "It's noticeable when you touch it. Here," Kensi grabbed his hand but before putting it over her tummy she stopped and Jack understood why.

"He hasn't felt it yet, right?" Once again Kensi nodded, mute. She just wanted to make Jack comfortable so she could win his trust faster. "Give me his phone number."

"What? Why?"

"I need to talk with him. Enough being a coward."

"No, I won't let you talk with him, Jack. Don't try to make things worst."

"Okay." He agreed, sitting again. "So, what I have to do about you and I is just keep it as a memory and move forward with my life?"

"Yes, keep it as a remembrance. Just like I did."