A/N:I know my updates are scattered but i promise I will try to be better lol. so here is the new chapter, not my best work but it is mostly a filler chapter. Enjoy and leave a nice little review.

Please, Marty, Please!

Chapter 11

Dear Fern,

I know I have said this in, Every. Single. Letter. But I miss you, more than I can put into words. You have no idea… well that may not be right, you know exactly how much I want to touch you, to hold you, kiss you, because you feel these too, or at least I would like to think that you do. You know I never thought that I would love someone as much as I do you, before we were together I always thought of myself unworthy of your love, so I kept quiet but that night, when you were so jealous of Talia… for no reason mind you :) I knew that even if am not worthy of such a beautiful strong, amazing woman I would spend every waking moment proving myself.

I need you to know, that even if I never come home, that I had/have every intention of marrying you, I want you to be Mrs. Deeks, I want you to be completely mine because I have been yours since we met…

"I have always been his." I whispered. Then go back to listening to Nell's voice relaying Marty's words.

And let me tell you this Fern, a jealous Kensi Marie Blye is hot, but it showed me how much you loved me, but since the day we met there was no other woman, I may have talked a big game with everyone but honestly I stopped the one night stands and relationships when I saw you in that MMA gym. There was just something about you, you drew me in as Tracey then I became enraptured when I saw the real you, tough as nails Agent Blye sent my pulse racing and my heart stopped; even looking at another woman felt like cheating on you, even if we were not together.

And now I am sitting in my empty apartment imagining you in my bed wrapped in my LAPD shirt with Monty at the foot of our bed, and damn if that isn't a beautiful image, almost a beautiful as you fluster and begging me…

A smile touched my lips when Nell stopped reading and said that she was going to stop reading. Listening to everyone laughing made my mind kick start, but the doctors words rang in my ears as I clung to my mother and cried. He might not wake up. He might not wake up. He might not…

When I open my eyes I am standing on a beach, looking out over the ocean. The breeze is warm and comforting on my face, the sun was setting and there wasn't a cloud in sight. A sense of happiness is settled over me and a smile that rivals the sun lights my face. My eyes are diverted from the horizon by the sight of Marty Deeks walking along the shore line, towards me.

All the sadness and lonely nights of the last six months were immediately forgotten and that happy feeling suddenly turns to a feeling of euphoria, my heart picks up speed at the sight of his shirtless torso.

I want to walk towards him but I am frozen on the spot, but Marty seems oblivious to my struggles. However nothing I do brings me any closer, I have to wait for him to make his way to me, and damnit it, it is not fast enough. So I go to speak but that to fails me… something isn't right.

A deep foreboding sense of dread engulfs me as I feel a presence behind me. With a gust of wind I can smell Jack's favorite cologne, even after all these years the man never changed.

"I made him beg for death. But I will say this, with his dying breath he whispered you name." Jack whispered in my ear, Marty still seemed oblivious to the fact that Jack was behind me. "I beat him till my knuckles bled."

I vehemently shook my head, he was lying, I had already heard all of these words, Deeks was okay, he might not wake up, but I knew that he wasn't dead. I bout of sickness built up as I felt Jack put his hands on my hips and push himself flush to my back.

"Watch as your beloved falls before you and you cannot do a thing about it. Again. Think about it he is me, he is broken and you can't fix him, just like you couldn't fix me. You are not enough Kensi, he will leave you just like I did, how can someone love someone who is broken. You are broken Kensi Marie Blye."

Finally I could use my vocal cords! "No, I don't try to fix him. I love him how he is…"

"He will leave you!" Jack yelled in my ear, making me cringe.

"No he won't, he loves me." I whisper, the wind about carrying my voice away.

"If he loves you then why does he not see me? Why is he on his knees before another woman…"

I was so absorbed in arguing with Jack and trying to get my body to listen to my body that is didn't notice that Jack was right, Deeks was embracing another woman and I felt my blood run ice cold. "No," I whispered. After everything why was this happening… "NO!" I yell, forgetting Jack and his wandering hands. "Deeks! Please Marty please!" I cry not wanting to see him embrace another woman…

"Kensi wake up."

Oh great now he is kissing her. I could literally feel my heart breaking to a thousand little unrecognizable pieces. "No," I whisper in a broken voice. "Please god no. Marty please listen to me!" I yell again. I feel my body shaking, as anger envelops me, I feel myself fall away to the point that that anger is the only thing I feel. "Deeks!"

"Kensi wake up! It is just a dream!" I bolt straight up in my hospital bed and feel a sharp pain in my shoulder. "Shit, you tore your stitches. Nurse!" I have no clue who is talking to me as I stare at my hands as I try to calm my ragged breathing. My heart is uncontrollable, my mind clouded by feelings the dream induced.

"Kensi it was just a dream." I look into my mother's eyes, then to everyone else. My whole team in standing in my room, great just what I needed, everyone to see my break down multiple times in one day just because of Marty…

"I know, how long was I out?" I ask as the nurse checks my stitches.

"About five hours." Sam says.

I look to the nurse with question. "You didn't tear your stitches just pulled them a bit." She smiled kindly.

"When can I leave?"

"Not for a couple more hours."

I glare at her and watch her shrink back slightly. "Can I at least go see my Fiancé?" techniquly Deeks wasn't my fiancé but I figured it was the best way to see him.

"What is his name?" the nurse asked me after realizing that I was not taking no for an answer, not with this.

"Marty Deeks, he's an LAPD officer." My voice cracked. I need to see him, to touch him. I need to lay my own eyes on him to know that he is really alive.

A/N: I was just wondering if any of my lovely readers would like to see Talia in future chapters?