Blye, S Part 1. Chapter Fourteen: Like adopted father, like adopted daughter
After weeks of moving around from Eric's to Kensi's and back again, I settled to go stay with Deeks. He didn't mind that he had to live with an english, hormonal, more attitude than Kensi, skilled with a gun and fencing 15 year old.
"Fries or Pizza?" He asked as we flopped down onto the sofa that evening.
I took a second to think. "I think I'll go for fries please"
He smiled, going to the kitchen after ruffling my hair.
I stood up to observe my new surroundings, I walked over to a small cupboard which had several pictures on the top.
I noticed that several were of him and Kensi, some were on holiday, some were at dinners and some were general having fun photos.
"Looking at mah memories?" He asked, as he came and stood beside me.
I smiled. "You have quite a few"
"I do, mostly with Kensi. She's my best friend, apart from Monty" He said, as a small shaggy haired dog came between the gap between us.
I smiled, ruffling his fur.
"Fancy a game of modern warfare?" He asked, telling monty to go to his bed.
I smiled. "Love to"
He smiled before getting out the controllers and turning on the TV, he went to check on dinner as I logged on the game.
And within 10 mintues, I'd killed over thirty people, stolen over 18 cars and shot Deeks in the head (not litrally, thankfully)
The bell went when our dinner was ready, so we sat and watched The Ellen DeGeneres Show and ate fries.
"So" I said. "You like Kensi?"
"In what context?" He said, with a mouthful of fries.
I gave him the look, he knew what I meant.
"Oh. Oh" He went red.
I pointed and laughed, like the same I did with Kensi.
"Shut it!" He said, defensivly.
"You so do, though!" I protested.
He went scarlett.
I couldn't contain my laughter any more to the extent I had to put my bowl of fries on the cofee table.
He threw his hands up to surrender. "Okay! Okay!"
I stopped laughing. "Alright then, repeat after me"
He nodded.
"I, Marty Deeks"
"I, Marty Deeks"
"Has certian feelings for Kensi Blye" I started to laugh after I made the statment.
He threw a pillow at me. "Has certian feelings for Kensi Blye"
I cheered.
"I just don't understand how she couldn't have guessed she has siblings" Deeks said, acting serious.
"I don't have a clue either" I sighed, sinking into the sofa.
He put his arm over my shoulder, my head lent on his.
I felt like his daughter, I well and truly did.