Anonymous: In the Neighborhood Watch episode, Deeks walked out of the bathroom when Kensi cut her foot. Can you write a drabble with him staying to "patch" up her foot?
"How did you manage to do this, exactly?"
"I stepped on a piece of glass, Deeks. Pretty self explanatory."
He grins. "No, no, not that. I meant the part of the story where you're wrapped up in a towel, and I'm sittin' by your feet playing doctor. That part. The important part."
Kensi would smack her partner on the arm if he wasn't currently pulling glass from the bottom of her foot.
Yeah, her injury is definitely saving Deeks from getting one himself.
"Just… be quiet," she says finally, tightly clutching her towel. It cannot fall. Not even an inch.
Deeks smirks and follows her orders, for about twenty seconds. He did what she asked though, right? Hekept his mouth shut, even if the silence was shortly broken by a quiet- "I think we're in the same boat here, Kens."
She thinks about retorting with the comment 'Do you have glass in your foot, too?' but the odd sincerity in his tone makes Kensi rethink her response.
"How do you figure?"
He shrugs, sheepish.
"I dunno. It's just this whole married couple thing." Deeks pauses to look up at her, fleetingly regaining a bit of his confidence. "I really don't mind picking glass out of your foot."
Kensi chuckles. "I'm sure you don't."
A brief stint of silence, and then- "I don't mind being your husband, either."
His fingers freeze. Kensi's heart lodges in her throat. Then she starts to wonder if she's losing her mind, because she swears he put an extra amount of stress on the word your. He doesn't mind being Kensi's husband. Nobody else's.
"Well, I mean, I, uh…" Since Kensi can't really speak, she clears her throat. This gives her a moment to gather her thoughts. "Yeah. It's… nice. Really nice."
"Really nice?"
"Mmm-hmm."
Deeks goes back to wrapping a small bandage around her foot. "Having someone to come home to at the end of the day- it's a good feeling."
"Yeah."
"Like you said… really nice."
She nods, swallowing down a lump as well as her own pride. It's just about gone now, all because she's sitting on the floor of the bathroom of the house she's sharing with her partner, wearing nothing more than a towel as he stares at her, oddly sincere and sweetly concerned over a small cut on the base of her heel.
Deeks drops his hand away from her foot. "It's all patched up now."
Kensi nods but he doesn't immediately leave. They just continue to stare at one another until, eventually, Deeks clears his throat and stands up to go.
"Thank you," Kensi manages to utter.
Deeks stops, turning around just before reaching the door.
He smiles.
"What are husbands for?"