Blue
It was the kind of rain that blacked out the sky. A previously sunny day rife with possibilities, in the blink of an eye, became a blanket of debilitating apathy and lethargy. Kensi Blye sat at her desk, knees up, a pencil trapped firmly between teeth, and stared out the window. Torrential rain could be hypnotic and, given the accompany thunder and lighting, she couldn't help but watch in amazement. But, as such darkness could sometimes do, it turned her thoughts to melancholy.
Deeks had been released from the hospital three days ago and had not come to the office once. Though he hadn't officially returned to duty, she hoped to see him at least once. She called him every day since his discharge, each contact triggering a danger sense which she couldn't quite nail down. He sounded fine on the phone, cracking jokes and alluding the world of hurt he would bring her when he returned. The words were there, bright and promising, but there was something wrong, some undercurrent in his voice which troubled her.
No one else seemed worried. Callan said: 'He not scheduled to return for another few days.'
Sam said: "Let the man convalesce. He'll need full strength when he returns.'
Eric said: 'He's probably surfing; getting his head straight.'
Hetty was no less help: 'Give him time, Dear. He needs to rest."
Didn't he get enough rest in the hospital? She knew she was being harsh, but her worry over his well being was beginning to make her unreasonable. Since when had she become a stalker; sitting by his side every day while he was in and, now, calling mercilessly like a freaky mother hen. She wondered what he made of it all.
He always seemed happy to see her; seemed happy to take her calls. But that was no different than before. That was Deeks. She knew he was attracted to her, but she kept him at a distance. Maybe if he was still police; maybe if they met under different circumstances; maybe if…
It was useless to speculate; useless to fantasize about something impossible. He was her partner. There were rules. There were reasons for those rules. She believed in them.
What she didn't believe in was letting a man sulk; if that was what he was doing. Her stalker status was about to be elevated. Deeks would be having a visitor.