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DON'T OWN IT.
Callen braced himself. This wasn't undercover, Kensi wasn't pretending to be somebody else. And that might be harder.
"You left me." Kensi said, trying to keep her anger in check.
"I know, Kens, I'm sorry…" Jack said.
"Don't call me that." She snapped.
"Sorry."
"And then you shoot my fiancé!" Kensi burst. Of course, she and Deeks weren't engaged, but she had to make it seem like Deeks meant more to her than Jack ever did.
"How did engagement work out for you last time?" Jack asked.
"That was all you!" She yelled. Or attempted to. She couldn't let Jack know just how much his words hurt, or how much he had meant to her.
"And I see you're pregnant." He observed.
"Happily." Kensi said.
"A one-night stand gone wrong? Ended up pregnant?"
"No, actually. I was engaged when I conceived." Kensi said.
"And that was at least six months ago. Why aren't you married?"
"There's a long wait for the Santa Monica beach." Kensi said easily. "So let's just talk about what's on everyone's minds. Why did you try to kill Deeks?"
"He isn't dead?" Jack asked with disappointment.
"Not yet. But if he dies, you're charged with murder." Kensi said.
"Oh goody. You won't arrest me, though." Jack said.
"Answer my question." Kensi demanded.
"I know I made a mistake leaving you, Kensi. I really am sorry. I was kinda going through a hard time." Jack said.
"And I really don't care." Kensi replied.
"Kensi…"
"Jackson Donovan, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Martin Deeks." Kensi said, slapping handcuffs on his wrists.
"You're subtle." Jack mumbled.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in court… blah, blah, blah." Kensi said.
REALLY SHORT CHAPTER. WICKED SORRY. I'M JUST HAVING A BOUT OF WRITER'S BLOCK. HELP IF YOU CAN!