A/N: Here we have Julia's second one-shot. This will be when Kensi comes back from Afghanistan, and Deeks takes her to Julia's. Again thank you for all of the wonderful reviews.
-Anyone reading Distress or Secrets, Lies and Truth stay tuned, I know it had been awhile but this one just kept flowing.
-I know I have said, over and over again, that the M rated companion to this piece will be up soon and yet I still haven't uploaded it...weeellll, I have never written something like that so I want to make sure that it is up to my standard before I upload it but I swear it is coming
Our one Night
Chapter 9
Julia's P.O.V
It was well past midnight and I just couldn't sleep, I was worried about Kensi being in some classified area without anyone. Marty had stopped by every week, he never had any news, but I just think he wanted to be close to someone who knew her as well as he did, and even then I don't know as much about my daughter as he does.
I could tell something happened between the two before Kensi was shipped off, he never told me but I know, call it a mother's intuition. I couldn't be happier though that Kensi had someone like Marty in her life, someone to keep her safe, to challenge her, but to love her for who she is. But she was thick headed sometimes and refused to admit that she too was in love with him, but that is Kensi for you.
As I walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen I heard a knock at the door. "Who…" my mind went immediately to Marty, he hadn't stopped by this week, was he here to tell me…. That my daughter is dead? A million thoughts ran through my head as a walked to the door.
Opening the door I saw Marty, he looked tired and defeated, but behind him, with slumped shoulders and half hiding behind his body was Kensi. She had a black eye, a cast on her left arm and she was clearly favoring her right side. "Hello Julia, can we come in." his voice was soft so as not to cause Kensi a fright.
"Of course," I moved aside and watched in slight horror as Deeks led Kensi to the couch always maintaining contact.
"Kens?" her eyes shot to the Detective. "I'm going to go get you a water, and talk to your mom for a moment ok?" she merely nodded, her eyes glazing over as Marty motioned for me to follow him.
"Marty what happened?" he ran his hand through his hair and sighed while filling a glass with water. In the months that Kensi was gone he was here enough to feel at home, and that damn near warmed my heart.
"She was a prisoner, I can't tell you details because they are classified, but they…" he leaned back against the counter and looked at me, I could see tears forming in his eyes. "They had her for a week before we found her, the beat her, starved her…"
"Did they…" I knew what men like that did to woman, and it made my blood go cold.
"No," we both sighed in relief. "But it was pretty bad. I asked her where she wanted to go and she said here. You don't mind if we stay do you?"
"Of course not, Marty you are always welcome here, you know that." I say softly touching his arm.
He opened his mouth to talk but Kensi's whimper from the living room sent him running with his glass of water. "Where am I?" Kensi near screamed, while standing up quickly and backing away from both of us; her body was here but her mind was on a different continent. "Where am I?
"You're home Kensi, you're here at your mothers' house, I'm here with you, me Deeks." He took a step towards her but she stepped back, shaking her head.
"No they said you were dead…" tears fell down her cheeks in torrents. "You're dead." She whispered.
"No I'm not, I saved you, I brought you home Fern." His voice was soft, which put her at ease, her body no longer rigid with fear. Marty took a step forward and raised his hand to touch her cheek, softly, lovingly. I watched as Marty calmed Kensi down from whatever hell she was in.
"Take her to her room, she looks ready to fall over." I said softly, not wanting to startle my daughter.
"I'm not tired." She murmured.
"Okay Kensi, but lying on the soft bed is better than sitting here, and I will be right there to hold you okay?" She looked deeply into his eyes, as her body began to shiver.
Finally she nodded, "Please don't leave me Deeks, please don't leave me," she whimpered. I watched with a breaking heart as Marty led Kensi up the stairs. I sigh as I turn the lights off and follow them up the stairs. I watched over them through the cracked door as Marty lay on the bed and held her firmly to his side. Both beings afraid that the other would disappear, that they were dreaming and none of this was real.
I head to my room with silent tears and lay down and fall into a fitful, restless sleep.
I woke to a scream coming from Kensi's room. "Deeks!" I look at the clock, 4 am. Another scream and I quickly and silently pad down the hallway, but before I have a chance to knock I hear Marty's soft caring voice.
"Kens, it's alright it was just a nightmare." Kensi is whimpering and her arms wrapped firmly around herself.
"You were there with me; they made me watch while they beat you... they made you watch while they… while they…." She shuddered and fell into his arms. He whispered sweet nothings into her hair trying to calm her down. When her sobs subsided she spoke. "You told me after you were tortured…" oh my Marty was tortured and my daughter beaten… "That I was what got you through…"
"You're laugh, your smile… everything." He finished, a smile spread across her face, making him smile brightly. "There is that beautiful smile. God how I missed it…" His thumb grazed her bottom lip.
She gripped his hand firmly, and continued. "Well while they used me as a punching bag," my hand flies to my hand in shock. "I thought about you, I was so consumed with thoughts about you I didn't even feel anything, I didn't even hear them as they beat Jack." She sobbed, his arms tightened.
"What did you think about?"
She smiled again. "I thought about how you smell like the ocean."
"I thought about how you smell like sunshine and gunpowder." Marty supplied. They laugh quietly.
"I thought about how you make me smile." Kensi said.
"About how your smile brightens my day." Marty whispers.
"How you were adorably flustered when you asked me out on a date without actually asking me out on a date, and how I really wanted tacos." This brought a jovial laugh from him then her. it brought a smile to my face at how even when Kensi is in her darkest moments he can bring a smile to her face, and what is this talk of a date…?
"Did you burn that shirt?"
She laughed, then turned serious," I couldn't…it was the only reminder that I had that the night before I left was real, that I had something to return home to."
"That really was an amazing night wasn't it?" she nodded.
"I'm going to say something so don't talk until I am done… okay?" he nodded, planting a kiss on her temple. "There wasn't a day that went by in the last 5 months were I didn't think about our one night. You made me feel things that no man, not even Jack made me feel…" I was debating on whether I should walk away; I really didn't want to hear a conversation about my daughter making love to the man whose arms were around her, but I just couldn't make myself tear my eyes away from this truly beautiful moment between two people who were so clearly made for each other.
"With Jack it was always about him, but you…" she chuckled. "You made me feel like a woman, you made me feel loved."
"Well you are loved; you're loved by the team, by your mother, and by me. I have loved you for a long time Kensi. That night we had meant the world to me, it meant the world to me that I get to see you completely unguarded, I feel honored that you trust me enough." Marty's words brought a warm feeling to me, this man was so undeniably in love with Kensi, and I knew that she was in good hands, that he wouldn't let her fall into darkness, he would bring her out on the other side.
"I don't want you to think that I got myself captured because I still have feelings for Jack." Oh yea she is definitely Don's kid. "I went because I knew he wasn't capable of the things they were saying her doing."
"And you were right. It is one of the many things that I love about you Fern, you know when something doesn't feel right then you bite onto it like a wolf and don't let go, because you know you are right; like when you knew your father was murdered and didn't die in a car accident."
"And I'm always right," she laughs.
"Yes you are Wikipedia."
"So Marty, is our think working out?" Marty looked like a kid on Christmas when she said his first name.
"Yes, yes it is, I think that I owe Ray a call." They fell into a silence, him rubbing circles on her back and her clutching the material at the front of his shirt.
As I pulled away I heard my daughter whisper words that I knew she was deathly afraid of, at least before Marty waltzed into her life.
"I am in love with you Marty."
I smile. My daughter has known great loss, it seemed anyone she got close to was either killed or left. Then when she had finally found her way to Marty they were torn violently from each other. Marty's eyes lacked their usual light for the past 5 months, but now, even with her bruised and beaten, the light was back, because she was here, she was with him, she was home. She loved him.
A/N: up next is Jack (before season 5)
-I will write a one shot for Astrid... and one where the whole team together witnesses it as well.
