Title: Season Nine Nuggets
Chapter 9: Everyday Conversation
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS LA or the characters. I just enjoy writing about them in this forum.
Summary: These are little nuggets of what I feel was missing or unsaid in each episode of season nine.
Rating: T (maybe a T+ , or would it be a T- since it gets a little naughty)
Chapter 9: This chapter takes place after the episode. I had a hard time coming up with an idea for this one, so I just decided to come up with some everyday conversation about what is going on in the lives of Kensi and Deeks. Then, the end somehow got a little more risqué than I had planned. Oh well, sometimes you have to go where the story takes you. I hope you enjoy!
Everyday Conversation
"Go get some water buddy," Deeks encourages Monty as they come in the front door from their late evening walk. "God it's hot out there," he complains to Kensi as he hangs the leash on the hook by the door. "How are the reports coming?"
"Eh, I would have rather gone on the walk."
"You did lose the coin toss."
"I did," she agrees resigned to that fact. "I miss the days before you realized I had a double sided coin," she teases with a playful smile.
"You should owe me like a year's worth of paperwork for that trickery, but since I'm a nice guy I'll go change and come back to help you finish up."
"Will you bring me back a sweatshirt?" she requests rubbing her arms to warm up. She was hot when they'd gotten home and had changed into a tank top and shorts, but now the air conditioning is a little chilly.
"Sure baby"
He comes back with the lifeguard sweatshirt he pilfered from their last op and tosses it to her.
As she pulls on the sweatshirt, she almost asks if Hetty knows he has it. The words die on her lips as she remembers that Hetty has been missing from their lives for months.
"So you schtole this huh?" Kensi rewords her inquiry imitating Deeks' fun accent.
"More like requisitioned. I hear we aren't getting Christmas bonuses this year."
"Good thinking baby," she compliments moving her feet so he can join her on the couch.
"I also figured if you sleep in something of mine maybe you'll dream of your actual fiancé," he tells her placing a hand on her ankle.
"Baby, it didn't mean anything because YOU ARE the man of my dreams," she says with the intention of being obviously corny. "I only told you about the dream because I was trying to motivate you to do some wedding planning."
"How do we have time for that when we are doing these every night?" he asks as he reaches for the stack of reports she has started for him. "There's a new one every week," he mutters about the amount of paperwork that keeps getting added to their plates.
"You're not wrong about that," she agrees. "I can't believe Joelle is gone," she comments a few moments later when she comes to a section of the report on casualties.
"I know. We were just with her this morning. I'll never get used to that."
"Me either," Kensi concurs. "I feel bad for Callen. I think he really did love her at one point. It's been another tough year for this family. Next year has got to be our year," she says with fortitude.
"I like that attitude." Since Asakeem and their talk about letting it go Deeks has noticed a positive change in Kensi's attitude and outlook.
After working for a time with just the sound of the music she had put on in the background, Kensi breaks the silence. "When we change professions do you think that we'll get bored? Or, I don't know, that we'll lose some of the intensity and passion?"
Deeks sets down his papers and pen. "Is that part of the reason you're not ready to change careers?"
"I don't know, maybe."
He looks at her lovingly in response to this admission. He can tell she's been holding onto this for a while. "I really don't," he tells her truthfully. "We've been through ups and downs already and we always get the intensity and passion back. I know you find your stud, action hero partner impossible to resist, but I also know you will find lawyer Deeks, LAPD Captain Deeks, surf instructor Deeks, or homeless shelter manager Deeks just as sexy and irresistible. "
"Very true," she says admiring his confidence and intrigued by the options he seems to be considering for future careers. "And, if we work at it we can make anything exciting or fun."
"For example, this paperwork isn't very exciting except for the fact that you have that pencil behind your ear and it reminds me of the early days when you were first teaching me the ropes at NCIS and we did all of our paperwork together. I'm reminded of how your confidence and bossiness enthrall me," he flirts running his hand up and down her calf.
"And you always keep things fresh with your teasing and joking that begins our banter," she says flatteringly as she sets her own paperwork aside and scoots herself to a laying position on the couch so Deeks' tantalizing fingers can explore further.
Deeks runs his hand all the way up her thigh as he maneuvers between her legs. "God you're hot in that sweatshirt and shorts," he breathes as he lowers himself on top of her carefully, having trouble finding a spot for his hands to support himself. He removes the pencil from behind her ear with his teeth and deposits it on the floor before kissing her passionately as she entwines their legs. "We can keep it interesting by making love on the couch. That always requires some amusing acrobatics," he stirs up further arousal with his words and actions as he pulls the hair tie from her hair while nibbling on her earlobe.
"Oh God Yes," she sighs bringing her hips up to meet his as she brings his lips down upon hers again. She's reminded of all the nights they'd spent on the couch before going all in that she'd wished that he would roll her on her back and start to undress her like in some romance novel, and all the nights since when one or the other has done exactly that. His lips on her neck and hands at the waistband of her shorts bring her back to the here and now. She places her hands back on his cheeks and brings his head up so she can look into his eyes when she tells him, "I love our history. I love our life. I'm so glad I've found you to do this everyday with."
"I'm good baby, but I'm not sure about every day," he teases about having the inclination and agility to make love on the couch every night knowing full-well that is not what she meant.
"Shut up, you know what I mean," she says laughing.
"I do," he agrees placing a loving kiss on her lips feeling equally as lucky to have found the person he wants at his side for the ins and outs of everyday life.
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