A/N: Written for a prompt challenge.
"Who was that?" Deeks asked as Kensi came back from answering the door.
"Anatoli Kirkin," she said and Deeks snorted.
"Hilarious. Who was it really? Ooh, is it my new brewing kit? Callen has all the supplies and-"
"Seriously, Anatoli Kirkin is standing on our front porch right now."
"Why?" Deeks asked, truly mystified. "We haven't seen him in what, 10 years."
"I don't know. I saw him out the window and didn't open the door," Kensi explained. "What do you think he wants?"
"What does he ever want?" Deeks answered grimly. Kensi rolled her eyes but it seemed a little forced.
"You don't really think he'd come for you after all this time, do you?" Before Deeks could respond, someone cleared their throat and Kensi spun around, instinctively reaching for a gun that wasn't there. Kirkin was standing behind with a benign smile and a large gift box in his hands. Catching Deeks' eyes, he said,
"Kensi, Martin, I do hope I'm not intruding, but I took the liberty of letting myself in. The neighbors were beginning to stare."
"What are you doing here?" Deeks asked, getting up and moving beside Kensi.
"I brought you a little anniversary present. I apologize for missing the first nine, but I was slightly…indisposed, shall we say. But better late than never. I'm thrilled to be celebrating this wonderful day with the two of you." Kirkin beamed at them, extending the box invitingly. Neither of them took it.
"I hate to break it to you, Kirkin," Kensi said, her voice hard as she stepped ever so slightly in front of Deeks. "But today is not our anniversary."
"But of course it is," Kirkin insisted with an amazed chuckle.
"I think I know when my own wedding was." Giving her a look that clearly asked if she'd gone mad, Deeks confirmed,
"We were married on the 17th, Kirkin." Frowning, Kirkin set the box down and reached into the inside of his suit jacket. Deeks tensed, not sure what he would do if Kirkin pulled a weapon on them. After a moment, he removed an envelope and handed it to Kensi.
"See for yourself."
Glaring at him suspiciously, she flipped it open and pulled out a perfectly preserved invitation from their wedding. How exactly Kirkin had gotten his hands on one was anybody's guess.
Deeks leaned over Kensi's shoulder to get a better look, his eyes flicking over the details.
"Oh my god, he's right," Kensi gasped, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. "We've been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years." She glanced up at Deeks with a horrified expression.
"That can't be right. I distinctly remember us getting married March 17, 2019," Deeks said, vaguely aware of Kirkin watching them.
"How did this happen?"
"This must be a typo." Deeks scrubbed his hand through his hair, trying to come up with an explanation.
"I'll just leave this here," Kirkin said delicately. "It was lovely to see you again, Martin. Maybe we can have lunch sometime. I make a wonderful French onion soup." He let himself out discreetly.
"Our whole marriage is a lie," Deeks whispered dramatically as Kensi sank into her chair. She seemed to be getting over the mix up a lot faster than him and was now tilting her head as she stared at Kirkin' box.
"I wonder what he got us," she mused.
"If it's anything like his last two presents, I don't want to know." Deeks glared at it darkly. Kensi straightened up, suddenly looking eager. Trying to downplay it, she said in an entirely unconvincing tone,
"Well, it would be rude not to open it."
"You are unbelievable," Deeks said, shaking his head. Still staring at the invitation, he added, "If it's more nudes, they're going straight in the fire."
Thanks for the prompt!
A/N: The return of Kirkin, yay! This references two of my other stories, "Memento" and "Love Never Dies".
