For the amazing people of my twitterverse who always cheer me up, even if they don't know it.
You are the reason for my smile. The one who makes my life worthwhile. I wonder what would I be doing without having you in my life. I am glad I never have to worry about that.
Sam Johnson
Lowering her binoculars Kensi glanced over at Deeks in the passenger seat of her SRX. She thought over it again the question running through her mind for the past two weeks. "Why didn't you open the second box?" She burst out.
Taking his own binoculars from his eyes, Deeks sucked in a breath through his nose and licked his lips. "For the same reasons you've held back. I'm not ready yet."
His blue eyes met her mismatched ones and Kensi turned away. "It's probably for the best."
"What?" Hurt flickered through those eyes for a heartbeat. "Okay so maybe you missed the 'yet' on the end of the sentence so I'll say it again. I'm not ready yet. Yet, Kensi!" Sighing he dropped the binoculars to his lap. "Why would you even say that, that it's for the best?"
Biting her lip so fiercely a part of her was afraid she'd spill blood, Kensi turned back to him. "Be honest, to me and yourself. What kind of couple would we be?"
Deeks didn't answer her, instead stared deeply at his knees. Ignoring the lump in her throat, Kensi rose the binoculars back to her eyes, but his voice stopped her.
"We'd probably fight a lot." He laughed. "I mean we're both stubborn as hell, so yeah they'd probably be pretty bad. Neither of us is the type to give in."
"That's what I mean." Kensi whispered, any hopes she had of him reconvincing her that they would work crushed.
"But I also that what would have the power to tear us apart would keep us together. We're stubborn, proud, so we wouldn't give up on us, ever. When I try to think of a word to sum us up the one that comes to mind is passionate. It's cliche, I know. But it's us, it's who we are, hot blooded, strong, fierce."
Suddenly Deeks scooped up her hand, only holding the fingers and stroked them carefully, his gaze focused on them before it flickered back to hers. "I think given the chance, you and I could be pretty incredible." He smiled at her, his face soft, open, vulnerable.
Kensi opened her mouth to speak, and cursed the sudden burst of static in her ear meaning her comm was turning on. "Suspect is heading to you and Deeks, be on alert." Callen advised and beside her Deeks pulled out his gun, and nervously ran a hand through his hair. "Crush Crew in session?" He asked.
"Crush Crew in session." Kensi confirmed and their conversation was left behind.
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It wasn't until later when the bad guys were caught and the after action reports were filed that Kensi managed to pull Deeks aside.
"Did you mean that?" She questioned, as they stood by the couch to the side of the bullpen.
"I don't know what you mean." Deeks hesitated.
"Deeks." Her voice persisted.
Finally his eyes met hers, and he swallowed visibly. "Yes, I meant it."
"All of it?"
"All of it."
"When will you be ready?"
A sad smile spread across his face. "I don't know, Kens, but I have a feeling that when the time comes you'll know it better than I will."
"I don't-what do you mean?" Kensi shook her head, confused.
Deeks took a step closer and grabbed her hand like he did in the car. "I'm saying that I'm putting us in your hands, when I'm ready, when you're ready, you'll know. I trust you." He leaned in, kissing her cheek quickly before pulling back and walking to his desk.
Kensi watched him go, watched him slide his messenger bag over his head, watched him walk to the door, watched him pause.
"Hey partner." Deeks called to her. "Let's go. I can hear those drunken pigs calling my name!"
Grinning Kensi grabbed her own bag and slung it over her shoulder, following him out the door.
