A/N: Hope you' ll all enjoy the next chapters. When the idea about these next chapters hit me I couldn't wait to sit down and write it but unfortunately work has kept me too busy. Looking forward to reading your reviews. Once again, NCIS LA thank you so much for you help
They didn't get much sleep during the night. Instead they spent most of their time talking, trying to be as honest as possible about their secrets, hidden feelings and well covered insecurities. This is probably the first time in four years they actually devoted some quality time to talk.
The first rays of sun find their way through the window and Kensi is up and ready to finally return home. Deek's residence is not safe as they still haven't figured out who the shooter was so they are spending the next few days at her own house. Of course Hetty has arranged officers to stake the house 24/7, fearing the shooter might return to finish his job.
Just before noon they finally walk through the front door of her house. She lets out a small sigh of relief and collapses on the couch. Deeks can't help but smile at the sight of her as he takes her bag to the bedroom. He had forgotten how much he missed this place despite the mess that surrounds it. It smells and feels like Kensi.
He moves to the living room and lazily sit right next to her with his hand on his thigh as she rest her head on his shoulder.
"You do realize that your fridge is empty so therefore we have no lunch."
Before Kensi has time to respond he cuts her off. "Pizza and burger are not an option. The doctor instructed me to keep you on a healthy diet."
She picks up her gaze to glare at him frustrated and moves herself away from his embrace.
"Fine! Let's go shopping then," she says trying to sound annoyed but all she accomplishes is looking even cuter in his eyes.
He gets up and picks up the car keys from the coffee table. "WE are not going anywhere. YOU are going to sit down and rest as the doctor suggested and I will go do the shopping. I have to drop by my house anyway to pick up some clothes."
"Why? You keep a few of your stuff here, remember?"
"Yeah, you see those clean clothes Callen and Sam kept bringing me at the hospital…they got them from here, so all of those clothes now need to be washed."
Kensi sits up and moves seductively towards him. "Or, you could walk around naked while we do all your laundry."
He bites his lip and desperately fighting the urge to grab and kiss her. Her wounds are not completely healed yet so he needs to be extra careful on how he touches her.
"Oh come on Deeks, I know you like this idea," she says as she tried to capture his lips with hers. Wow she must really want him to stay in order to play the seduction card. But he can't give in because he is not sure if he can restrain himself in case this game goes out of control so, he kisses her forehead instead.
She drops her hands in defeat and looks at him disappointed as he opens the door.
"Don't worry; I'll be back before you even have time to notice I am gone."
Before he walks out she grabs his arm and stops him. "At least let me call Callen and Sam to meet you there or take one of the officers outside to come along."
He can detect the fear in her voice and kisses her softly in order to calm her down. "You have nothing to worry about trust me. I'll just get some clothes, drop by the grocery store and come back. It is highly unlikely whoever wants me dead is still waiting for me to come back to the apartment."
Under any other circumstance she would lock him in and even cuff him if necessary just to keep him safe, but his time it's a lost fight.
She sadly watches him leave but not before giving her one last kiss and a reassuring smile. She feels a strange weight landing on her chest and can't tell if it is intuition or just unjustified fear.
He drives as fast as he can through the streets of LA in order to return to her as quickly as possible. He is not pleased with himself that he left her all alone but at least he knows she is safe. Within 8 minutes he is parking right outside his house and heading upstairs. He pauses for a while before unlocking the door as images of the bleeding Kensi come rushing through his mind. He focuses on the fact that she is alive and well, takes a deep breath and unlocks the door.
Just as the door is an inch open a familiar unpleasant smell surrounds him and he knows that fragrance all too well. It is a combination of whiskey and cigarette that makes his stomach twirl in disgust. He had locked this memory deep in his mind almost convinced it would never be brought up again.
Anger, rage, hate, fear...Too many emotions are consuming him as he takes his gun out and smacks the door open. There is no sound but the heartbeat of his heart. No one has shot him yet, he is still alive but as he faces the figure sitting on the armchair his heart misses a beat.
"Hello Dad!"