A/N: The next chapter will be the last. Hope you enjoy this one.
Their first date had gone great, amazing actually. Which is why she's been ignoring him for the past week and a half. If she sees him tracing one of her marks, she just up and leaves not wanting any confrontation. The way he makes her feel is nothing short of extraordinary and that's the problem. She can't let this happen to her again, knowing this time the repercussions would be far worse than before.
"Hold it right there." She freezes when the pressure of a gun is pressed to her back. Putting her hands up in surrender she softly ask, careful not to startle the guy any further. "Okay, just tell me what you want and I can help you as best as I can."
The hairs on the back of his neck stand up, something's off. Scanning the area around him, he spots what makes his "spidey senses" tingle. No. The sight of the feisty brunette that he's come to care a great deal about, being held at gun point as she get into her car, sets him in motion. His mind losing all thought of the mark he had been watching a few minutes before.
She sees his familiar red truck in her rear view, giving a slight sigh of relief. Even though this guy has a gun pointed towards her as she maneuvers them throughout the traffic of the city, she stays calm, knowing that she's not alone.
As he directs her into a parking lot of an old abandoned building, she realizes that if Marty is gonna be able to help her, she'll have to distract the greasy haired thug. "So, what do you want?"
A grin that makes her cringe appears on his face, sending shivers down her spine. "You'll see." Cocking the gun. "Now get out."
As they both get out of the car she sees the blonde haired surfer that's a frequent star of her dreams appear behind a barrel, careful to stay out of sight.
When they lock eyes, she gives him a slight nod.
It had been six months. Six months since she got held at gun point. Six months since they had taken down her abductor together. Six months of dating a man who had slowly taken over her heart.
The door opens and in steps the very man. Pulling off his sunglasses, he smiles when he sees her at her desk working away on what he's assuming is a very important case.
"Hey, Marty."
"Hey, Gwen."
At the sound of her boyfriend's name, her attention is drawn away from her computer, smile gracing her face. "Hey, you."
"Hey, yourself."
Gwen takes the hint and makes her way to the backroom where they keep their files. "That's my cue to leave."
Shaking her head with laughter at her partner's subtly, she watches him as he walks over to her. "What are you doing here?"
"Just thought I'd stop by and see you on my lunch." Sitting on the edge of her desk, he leans forward, placing a brief kiss to her lips.
Smiling when his lips leave hers, she brings her lips back to his for a slightly longer one. "Lucky me."
"There's one other thing." He hopes the nervousness in his voice can't be easily detected, but when your girlfriend is basically a spy, there's not a chance that she won't pick up on it.
Her eyebrow furrows when she hears his voice crack. Grabbing his hand, she gives it a reassuring squeeze. "What?"
"You know Mark, right?"
"Yeah, your surfing buddy."
Nodding his head in confirmation, his facial expression becomes one of seriousness."Well, he's decided to up and move to Bali, and open up a dive shop." Taking a brief pause, because this is where the nervousness comes in. "He wants me to go with him."
When she realizes what he's saying, she wants to hit herself for not seeing it before. "Oh, okay. Yeah, no." Shaking her head, tears start to pool in her eyes as his words truly set in. "I get it. It was fun while it lasted." She gets up from her chair, making a move to get away.
Before she can make her move though, he gently grabs her wrist, pulling her back to him. "Kensi, I want you to go with me."
Wow did she read this wrong. "What?"
"I want you to go with me." Grabbing her other hand, he stands up, and looks into her eyes, trying to convey how much he wants her, no, needs her to go with him. "Look, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Bringing his hand up to her cheek, he rubs his thumb back and forth in soft comforting motions. "So come with me."
"I can't." Why can't you? The turmoil that's running through her head has her all over the place.
"Why not?"
The part that she wishes would go away wins out though. "What happens when this goes south and you've had enough of me, huh? What will I do then?" Pulling away from his embrace, she starts to make her way to where Gwen walked off to, hoping to run away from all this mess.
"Kens, there's no way that I will ever leave you." He calls out to her retreating form, hoping to change her mind. He realizes that she has doubts. With her past, who wouldn't? He knows he can help change that. Hell, he's seen the self doubt and self loathing part of her slowly slip away in the past six months.
Turning around, giving him one last glance, she sadly smiles. "I'm so sorry, Marty. I can't."
"Kensi."
"What?"
"Why did you do that?"
Tears in her eyes when she turns around to face her friend, the truth that she's been telling herself comes out. "I'm just saving myself from the inevitable."
"Is that what you really think?"
"I have to."
All the blonde can think is wow. "Kensi, you're my best friend and I love you, but you can be really stupid sometimes."
"What are you talking about?"
She doesn't know if she lets the secret slip because it may not matter anymore or that she's hoping that it'll give the stubborn brunette just the push she needs. "He was going to propose."
To say that she's shocked is a bit of an understatement. There's no way. "He what?!"
"He bought the ring a couple of months ago." Marty had come to her for help, asking her opinion about a few ring he was trying to decide on. As it turns out, he had already picked out the perfect one and just wanted to get confirmation from her best friend that he indeed had made the right choice.
"Why would he do that?"
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. Why would the man of my dreams buy a ring? How could he possibly want me? I have nothing to offer him."
She doesn't know what it's gonna take for her to realize that she's worth everything. "Did you ever think that you're the woman of his dreams, Kens? He really loves you and would never do anything to hurt you, much less cheat on you like that asshole ex of yours." Grabbing both her hands, she locks her eyes with the brunette's hoping to get it through that thick skull of hers. "He loves you so much, Kensi. Why can't you see that?"
Suddenly flashes of their memories together play throughout her head. Kisses, intertwined fingers, fights, make ups, showing each other how much they love the other over and over again, late night talks, and so many other things of the past 28 weeks filling her mind. "Oh, my god. He really loves me."
Gwen lets out a sigh of relief when she sees the realization dawn on Kensi's face. "Well it's about damn time."
He was hoping that she would show up at the airport and confess her undying love like in one of those romantic comedies they watched frequently, but those are just fairytales. He's last to board, when he reaches his row it's empty. Ironic.
He's putting his bag in the overhead compartment, when it starts falling.
"Oh, here let me help you." The all too familiar voice says.
Whiping his head around, the beauty that is before his eyes, brings a boyish like grin to his face. "You came." Before they can say anything else, he cups her face and collides his lips with hers.
As he places his forehead on hers, she lets out a contented sigh. "I love you." Shaking her head that's still touching his. "I'm so sorry, Marty. You're my future and I will follow you anywhere." Pulling back to look at him, sparkle and mischief in her eyes. "Plus, I've done a lot of research."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Bali is in need of some Badass Blye."
Bringing his lips back to hers, the joyfulness in his voice can easily be heard. "Well they're gonna have to get in line."
They take their seats, fingers intertwined as the plane begins to take off. She curls herself into him, laying her head on his strong shoulder. "I love you, Marty Deeks."
Smiling, he places a kiss to the top of her head and lays his on top of hers. "I love you too, Kensi Blye."