Yet Another Neighbourhood chapter 13
Kensi missed him. She tossed and turned all night. Nightmares plagued her dreams and Deeks' arms were what she needed most. She could only think of his safety and that of the team and Annie. The great danger she had brought them all in.
The charming, easy going, laugh-at-his-own-jokes, NCIS agent had been there for her since the beginning. Although having a bit of tension at the start of their partnership, Kensi couldn't imagine someone else to spend her days with. His slight surfer's drawl and shaggy blonde curls made enough women turn their head. Kensi remarked this with a slightly irritable shrug of the shoulder. The casual beer between coworkers meant the world to her. And she could spend hours sitting beside him in the car, listening to him talk or sing along to the radio. Once in a while, Kensi got caught up in her own world so deep she couldn't see the things going on around her. When someone turned to offer Deeks a smile, he only had eyes for her. Grabbing a beer had never meant the same thing. He sang terribly on purpose, just to get Kensi to smile and roll her eyes. As much as she secretly enjoyed his laid back lifestyle, he was head over heels for her shy laugh.
Nell stepped into the bedroom and pulled Kensi from her troubling thoughts. "Morning. G and Sam are going to question King later," she informed Kensi with a sweet tone of voice.
Callen popped his head around the corner as well. Kensi couldn't help but notice the light hand Callen laid on Nell's shoulder before he said, "Moring Kens. Could you help me with breakfast?" Nell nodded as she tilted her head slightly to look up at Callen. Kensi wondered if she was that obvious with her feelings around Deeks. Nell headed to the small kitchen located in the middle of the boat house. "Hey Kens, we'll do everything we can. You know that right? Deeks made this decision to protect us, you. Now it's our turn to safe him," he said. He crossed the room and planted a kiss on top of her head before following Nell.
She hated that all she could do was prepare for tonight. Doing research and getting familiar with the likely people involved with business for King. Kensi was dressed in a knee length, black with white lace detail dress. Her hair was marginally curlier than normal and hung on her shoulders. Pacing back and forth on the dock, she was the first to see Callen and Sam screech to a stop in front of the boat shed. With large, angry strides, they made their way towards the door.
"We've got nothing. His visitors log is empty. Even the guards say they don't remember anyone coming to see him. His email is wiped clean, there were no letter deliveries and he didn't sent any either as far as most sources go," Callen informed with balled fists. The tense air surrounded them as they sat around the table.
"The FBI, Interpol and the Department of Defence all have no information. No stinking help at all!" Sam half shouted. The frustration was obvious and understood. It was only two hours until the gala and a few things still had to be arranges.
2 and a half hour later
"May I offer you a drink?" Eric asked Kensi. His waiter attire was on the larger side and so his jacket slightly drooped of his left shoulder. He quite skillfully moved between the rich and famous from all over the world with a platter of champagne and an earpiece in. Kensi took a glass but set it down on a table without even paying attention to the fact she would have been drinking some of the most expensive champagne in the world. She had eyes for only one thing.
Neglecting to mention anything to the nearby Callen, Sam and Nell, Kensi set off towards the front of the room. The venue was well dressed and nothing short of a fabulous night of gambling, drinking, and socializing. Callen and Nell had pulled up in a limo, Hetty was somewhere in the crowd and Sam and Eric worked the floor with food and beverages. At the front of the room is the stage. Behind the curtain stands the crystal pyramid. Guarded by armed men and a bullet prove glass case. Kensi already had four ways she could have retrieved the object of King's demand. She's sure Deeks' got it figured out as well. With all her will she pushes those thoughts aside. Deeks wouldn't have to steal anything tonight.
In the sea of elegant and chic clothed people, Kensi spots someone. His shaggy curls and hanging shoulders is signature Deeks. It's the moment Kensi can't keep herself from moving through the crowd even faster.
"What are you doing here?" Deeks hissed seeing Kensi walk towards him. All she did was throw her arms around his neck. "Kensi?" he tried softly.
He took her by the arm and pulled her behind stage. "What the hell are you doing here?" he asked again, fear evident in his voice. "When did you get your memory back? Where is Annie?" he continued in a hushed tone. But before Kensi could answer any of his question he continued, "You need to get out of here."
"How sweet of you to show up! You know it would have been a lot simpler if you would have just done that a few days ago. Or you know, after we talked in Paris," someone suddenly said. Both sets of eyes turned to see Stanley King standing beside Kensi in the dark lighting of the moon rays falling through an open window somewhere in the background. Abruptly, all thought flooded Kensi's mind. She disregarded the smell of appetizers coming from the kitchen. She didn't pay attention to the conversations based around how much people were willing to spend from the guests in the ballroom. She neglected to think of how attractive Martin Deeks looked in a suit and tie.
There was one thing she needed to keep straight in her head. "I haven't spoken to you since your arrest!" She could feel Deeks' doubting look on her. King was a professional con man. This was a game he loved to play.
King gave her a light smirk. His eyes followed her figure up and down, taking her in slowly. "I am disappointed that after such an unforgettable evening I find myself having to recollect your memory," he spoke. With his arm around her waist, he pulled her in smoothly with his hand close to the small of her back. His deep brown eyes staring right in hers.
A.N. Any thoughts on King and Kensi?
I am sorry it took so long. I was on vacation and started school again… But enough of that, what do you think ?! Right now I'd love to hear what sort of ideas you guys have on where the story is going, so please, feel free to comment =] Chapter 14 is already on the way so hopefully it will come your way a bit quicker.