can you do an angsty densi fic set during 9x24 (when they go into the motel room after learning that they'll need forensics to determine whether the body is hidoko). i always notice that the next day only one of the beds is messed up...
A/N: I think I've delivered on the angst part.
"Which bed do you want?" Deeks asked tonelessly, facing away from Kensi. He felt her take a step towards him and tensed, thinking she was going to touch him. He didn't know how to respond if she did; it had only been a day since they'd touched, but it felt so much longer. It felt wrong. They were always touching, always communicating in small ways. And now they weren't.
The touch never came and when he turned around, Kensi had her go bag on the bed that was closer to the bathroom and was emptying it, her movements jerky and angry.
"So you're really planning on spending another night apart?" she asked, her voice as tight as her gestures. He almost reached out to her then, his heart clenching at the anguish in her voice. He couldn't though. Any more than she could. If this was the end of them-and god, the thought killed him-he needed to protect himself.
"One of us should keep watch, just in case," he answered. It's not like he would probably be able to sleep anyway. Kensi turned around at that, her face concerned and drawn.
"Ba–" she bit her lip, drawing in a deep breath and squeezing the bridge of her nose before she continued. "Deeks, you should sleep. We don't know what we'll be up against tomorrow and we need to be fresh."
"I'll be fine." The words were clipped, just short of belligerent and he instantly regretted it. Damn, he needed to stop doing that. Kensi stiffened again, then shook her head.
"Fine," she said. "I'm showering and then going to bed. You can stay up all night if you want."
Three hours later Deeks was still up. He hadn't actually meant to, but much like the night before, he couldn't sleep. His mind was running in a constant loop of pain and heartbreak, disbelief and fear.
He had no idea why he'd thought it was a good idea to bring up leaving to Kensi when both their emotions were running so high. Maybe if he'd gone home and cooled down a bit, or not challenged Mosley so much, things would have gone better. Deeks chuckled bitterly to himself. It seemed like he'd never learn to just shut his damn mouth. Now he was essentially fired and losing the most important person in his life.
Kensi mumbled something in her sleep and he automatically turned towards her, halfway to the bed without thinking. The room was dark, but he could still see her twisting restlessly beneath the covers. She said something else, more loudly but still unintelligible.
"Kens," he whispered, touching her shoulder. She continued to mumble, her arms and legs twitching and the sound of her voice growing more distressed. Cursing to himself, kicked off his shoes and stripped off his pants, tossing them on the spare bed.
Deeks hesitated another minute and then lifted the covers and slipped in behind Kensi. She let out a sigh, instantly relaxing against him. God, he couldn't lose this. His eyes closed as he pulled in a shaky breath and slowly wrapped his arms around her. He buried his nose in her hair, breathing in the scent as he felt his throat tightening.
Kensi shifted against him, her body going from fully asleep to half awake.
"Deeks," she murmured sleepily.
"Go back to sleep," he told her. She relaxed again, quickly falling back into sleep. Maybe tonight would be the last chance he'd get to hold her like this. And if it was, he meant to savor every second.