prompt from anonymous on tumblr - Densi, "do you want me to leave?"

speculation (I guess...not really) for 7x02 and the arrival of Mama Deeks

"Do you want me to leave?"

Kensi stares at her boyfriend who appears to be staring off into space from his seat next to her on the couch. She's unsure if he even heard her question.

Part of her wants to go – wants to give Deeks space to deal with something that has clearly taken him by surprise and has had him distracted all day. He must have checked his phone no less than fifty times while they were running around the city all day and didn't seem to be paying much attention to anything that wasn't related to helping Talia investigate her partner's murder.

Truth be told, she thinks she could use some space herself, to try and wrap her head around what she discovered just a few minutes ago. Maybe heading back to the mission to get off a few rounds in the shooting range will calm her down.

The other part of her wants answers – wants to know why the hell she hasn't known about this until today. Keeping this from everyone else, she can understand that – they all have their secrets. But keeping it from her? She is struggling to come to terms with that and she has so many questions.

But time for questions is rapidly running out because someone is on their way over to his apartment and should be arriving in just a few minutes.

Not just someone. His mom.

The mom he has never talked about outside of the events that led to him shooting his own father. The mom she had never asked about because none of the theories she had of her whereabouts included the possibility that she was alive, well, and apparently still in contact with her son.

How could Deeks, who seems to always be talking and sticking his nose in her business and wanting to know everything about her, not once mention anything about his mother?

"Deeks?"

He looks at her then, his expression still distant.

"I think I'm just…I think I'm gonna go," she says quietly, squeezing his knee as she moves to stand up, "Call me later, okay?"

He rushes to cover her hand with his, stopping her from getting off the couch, and shakes his head. "No. Don't go."

Kensi sighs and sits on the edge of the couch, shooting him a look she hopes looks more understanding than the myriad of other emotions she's currently feeling. She's about to ask if he's sure when he interrupts her.

"Kens, I'm sorry," his eyes are boring into hers, "I know you must be a mixture of confused and angry and hurt and you probably want to go shoot something."

She snorts at that, because of course he knows her well enough to know all of that. A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth when he sees her expression soften and he seizes the opportunity of the slight break in the tension to tell her what he's been wanting to say for most of the day.

"I want you to meet her, Kens," he laces their fingers still covering his knee, "It would mean a lot to me if you would stay to meet her."

"Deeks, I…"

"Have probably a million questions," he finishes for her and sends her an apologetic look. "I know. I'll answer anything you want to know. Just…please stay."

Looking into his eyes, Kensi realizes she no longer wants to go anywhere and that this means a lot to her too. But before she can answer him, there is a soft knock on the front door. His eyes never leave hers and are silently begging her to say something as another knock echoes in the silence between them.

"Come on," Kensi stands up and tugs on their joined hands to pull him up with her, "it will probably be less awkward if you're the one to answer the door."

The broad smile that splits his face tells her that he probably would have been crushed if she had said no and that only reaffirms her decision. Kensi turns towards the door before Deeks pulls back on her hand and wraps his arms around her in a tight hug.

"Thank you," he whispers into her hair.

"We're going to talk later," her voice is muffled by his shoulder but she makes no efforts to pull away.

She feels him nod and press a kiss to the side of her head before he steps back and takes her hand again, pulling her with him to the door.

Taking a deep breath as Deeks reaches for the door handle, Kensi squeezes his fingers and smiles when he mouths, "Love you," as he swings the door open.

"Hi, mom."