There is No Thing Chapter 9, a ncis: los angeles fanfic

I was pretty pissed after Sirens so I needed a pick me up. "Come on get Higher" by Matt Nathanson I love this song - it is so Densi.

I miss the sound of your voice

And I miss the rush of your skin

And I miss the still of the silence

As you breathe out and I breathe in*

Home. She was finally home and sleeoing in their bed. For the first time in 2 ½ months he was sleeping - normally. For the first time in almost 3 months he was breathing – normally. Never had two halves needed to be whole more than Marty Deeks and Kensi Blye.

If I could walk on water

If I could tell you what's next

I'd make you believe

I'd make you forget*

Communication was never a strength in the relationship. Words in their world could not always be trusted. Looks and touches were truth for them. But when Kensi was lying in that hospital bed in a coma, words were all he had. There was begging, tears, she never saw. Making promises, a ring on her finger she never felt. Funny stories she never heard – he thinks. A guarantee that things would get better, that she would get better. She was still having trouble believing that one.

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips

Faith and desire and the swing of your hips

Just pull me down hard

And drown me in love

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips

Faith and desire and the swing of your hips

Just pull me down hard

And drown me in love

She is everything to him. His sunshine and gunpowder. She is alive, back home and whatever she wants to do after that, she can. He just wants to start forever with her. All that's left is for the ring to be sitting on her finger.

I miss the sound of your voice

Loudest thing in my head

And I ache to remember

All the violent, sweet

Perfect words that you said

There were so many conversations. The ones that started their get-to-know-you dance. The ones where they tried to say exactly what they meant but used anything but real words with real meanings. The words that were said that finally meant something – you were the only thing that got me through, I want to be at my place right now with you, all we have to do is talk about it, be patient with me, all in, no more secrets. The words that talked of a future – was it too crazy for two people to want to get married? I promise I will get you home.

I miss the pull of your heart

I taste the sparks on your tongue

I see angels and devils

And God, when you come on

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on*

They see the best and worse in each other. They are their better angels when the devils of their past threaten their souls. They are each other's anchor in the storm. The last lifeline they will ever need. And even though things are a bit stormy right now, when he holds up his right hand and she pours every ounce of effort with her left to join his, once they are joined, nothing can tear them apart.

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips

Faith and desire and the swing of your hips

Just pull me down hard

And drown me in love

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips

Faith and desire and the swing of your hips

Just pull me down hard

And drown me in love*