DEATH…Write about the end of a living situation that brings relief.
Deeks couldn't believe it. It was finally happening; he was finally moving in with Kensi Blye. Kensi Marie Blye, his partner, best friend and girlfriend. He was still amazed that he was so lucky. Just, wow.
He brushed his hair out of his eyes, a movement which also wiped the sweat away, and straightened up. That was the last box from his kitchen. His old kitchen. Even thinking that made him feel giddy.
It just felt so right. He was ready for this. They were ready for this. All the sexual attraction, innuendos, fighting for their lives and just being them, they were here. Together. In something we that was completely theirs.
Theirs. He liked that word. It was no longer just him. Monty whined and pawed at him. Poor dog was so confused watching him continuously go outside and not bring him on a walk. How could he? Deeks chucked and scratched helix faithful companion behind the ear. OK, no longer just him and Monty.
"Ready to see Kensi, boy?"
Monty yapped excitedly, knowing exactly who he was talking about.
"Yeah, yeah. I know you love her," he teased, ruffling the fur on his back. "More than you love me. She's stolen your heart, hasn't she?"
Monty barked his agreement, tail wagging.
"You and me both, buddy," Deeks said softly, petting the top of his head.
Kensi couldn't keep still, she was feeling so jittery. She swept her eyes over the messily packed boxes that held all of her possessions. There were a lot of them, probably more than Deeks, but she just didn't know how to narrow her stuff down much more. And there was definitely stuff in there that she didn't need. Hopefully Deeks would help her once They got to their place.
Their place. Not his place, not her place. Their place. The whole idea of it made her giddy with delight. She was ready for this; they were ready for this.
Deeks took one final wistful look around his apartment. There had been sometimes here, good and bad. Coming back from Ops by the skin of his teeth to movie nights with Kensi. Actually, a lot of the times here included Kensi and now all the times at home were going to involve her.
Mentally checking off his list of tasks to do, Deeks realised that he had done everything. Everything was packed away, boxes either stacked by the door or in his car and the place was left spotless. He would have felt guilty if he'd left an unclean apartment for his landlord.
Beep beep.
A text from Kensi.
'Everything to your OCD standards? ;P'
Deeks shook his head in amusement and answered her unasked question.
'On my way.'
Shrugging his bag over his back, he grinned - excited for things to come.
Kensi quickly grabbed her phone, hoping Deeks had replied. She was starting to get anxious to get going. Waiting around like this was putting her on edge.
She grinned at his reply. He was coming.
They had agreed, more like Deeks had decided, that he would first come to hers with all his stuff because he was convinced that she hadn't 'packed appropriately'. So, he'd help her finish off (or do things properly he had added) and then they'd head home. She had scoffed at it when he'd voiced his plan but, looking at her dismal packing skills, he wasn't exactly wrong. Not that she'd ever admit that.
It wasn't fair. Give her an opportunity to pack for an Op and she'd be done in record time with all the appropriate clothes and equipment but packing all her worldly possessions? She just couldn't.
'Hoooonk!'
She grinned. Deeks was here!
"Maybe I should carry you over the threshold," Deeks joked as they got out of Kensi's car, having finally arrived at their house.
Their house. That was never going to get old.
"We're moving in together, not getting married," she said exasperatedly but keeping a wary eye on him.
Deeks just shrugged and pointed out, "it's still a new place that's ours. It's tradition!"
"No," she told him sternly but she was too late.
Grinning widely, Deeks darted around the car and grabbed her around the waist. In one quick motion he quite literally swept her off her feet, making sure that her arms were tucked against his body.
"Martyyyy!" she squealed in an outraged tone. "Put me down!"
Well, that wasn't going to happen. He was having far too much fun with this. He managed to get halfway up their (their!) driveway before her wriggling became too much to contain. He still didn't put her down though.
"Come on, Kensalina, we're nearly there. Can't give up now," he whined playfully.
"You're not going to put me down until you get your way, are you?" she guessed.
"Nope," he replied popping the 'p' and grinning down at her flushed face.
Kensi exhaled heavily and rolled her eyes.
"Okay, fine," she huffed, shifting herself so she was more comfortable in his arms.
It was totally because she didn't want him to drop her and nothing to do with how nice his broad, muscled chest felt and how safe and cosy his arms were.
Said arms tightened around her (oh, that was nice) and he made for the door. God know what their brand-new neighbours were thinking about them but oh well. It was boring being normal.
What either of them had failed to notice that they had just arrived at their home and neither of them had opened the door.
Deeks swung her around so they could burst dramatically into their home (a very fitting way to start their lives together here he thought) only for the door to not give way like they had been expecting.
There was a loud crashing noise and a startled yelp from Kensi. They managed to bounce off the door and promptly ended up in a sprawled heap several feet away.
Ouch. That hurt.
They lay in stunned silences for a few moments, trying to process what happened.
Suddenly, Kensi snorted and pointed at the ground just behind him. Deeks twisted his head around only to burst into laughter, Kensi's giggling not far behind.
Glinting in the sunlight were their brand-new keys just sitting right there.
"Well, that didn't go as planned," Deeks announced, feeling slightly dazed though uninjured as he'd landed on his ass.
"You think?" Kensi asked snarkily, rubbing her knees.
Deeks scrambled for the keys and held them aloft triumphantly.
"Want to give it another try?"