A few weeks had past. Kensi and Deeks were back home and Deeks was in physical therapy, as well as still meeting with Nate. His nightmares had faded and he was feeling stronger. Kensi was 31 weeks pregnant now. Her belly swelling bigger by the day as their son grew.
"How's it been going, Deeks?" Nate asked at their next meeting.
"Pretty good. I still haven't gotten to talk to Kensi yet. With my recovery and trying to get ready for the baby, the timing hasn't felt right."
"Are you still planning on it?"
"I need to, it's an important part of who I am. She's just been so on edge lately. I was thinking about taking her up the coast this weekend so we could talk. Since I haven't been working, I've had a lot of time to think about what I wanted to say."
"Well, that's a good plan. Fill me in, next week, same time same place."
"Considering I've got no place else to be for another week, I'll see you then."
"It's good to see you happy, Deeks."
"It's good to be happy."
"Deeks, I don't feel like going anywhere. I'm tired and fat," Kensi pouted.
"You're not fat, Sugar Bear. You're growing my ninja assassin. Right little Marty."
"We're not calling him little Marty."
"C'mon Kens, you don't want a mini me running around. You don't ever call me Marty anyway."
"Cause you're Deeks to me Dork."
"Well, you're a Deeks too and so is he."
"One if you is enough, he'll be more like me."
"That would be perfectly fine with me," he kissed her cheek. "But we're going. It's probably going to be the last time we can get away alone for a while. I need you to go with me."
"Fine, but I'm not promising to be happy or any fun."
"I wouldn't expect any less."
"Hey," She slugged him.
"Owe, ok I deserved that, but can you hit the good shoulder."
"No, then it would hurt less"
"Touché."
That Friday evening, they headed up the coast to a little bed and breakfast on the beach.
"What do you think, Kensalina?"
"It's beautiful."
"Good, we can relax on the beach, you can soak up some sun, I can surf a little. We can stay in bed til anytime you want to get up."
"Bed sounds good," she said nibbling his ear.
"Are you seducing me Agent Deeks?"
"It's a possibility."
"This isn't gonna be one of those times you get me in bed and then fall asleep is it? Cause sleep is the last thing on my mind right now."
"I guess you'll have to meet me in the bedroom and find out."
"Oh girl," he chased after her.
An hour later, Deeks had dinner delivered to their room. He lit candles at the table and set it up to eat before calling to Kensi.
"Princess, dinner is ready."
Kensi emerged from room freshly showered and ready to eat. "Good, I'm staving."
"Loco moco, for my baby and my baby she's carrying."
"Sounds amazing."
"You can even eat my leftovers tonight."
Kensi shuttered. She actually hadn't touched Deeks leftovers since she found out she was pregnant. "I might pass," she laughed.
"You know that was morning sickness right? Not my left overs?"
"Yes, but I still associate it with violent vomiting. Besides I can't blame this one." She put her hands on her belly."
"You wanna talk about names?"
Kensi put her head down nervously. "I was thinking Owen Donald," she said softly. "but if you really want Marty JR, I'm good with that."
"Baby, I'm pretty sure the world can only handle one Marty Deeks."
She grinned ear to ear and chuckled her cackling laugh. "I think you're right about that."
"What? Kensi Deeks said I was right? Wow."
She cackled again.
"I think Owen Donald is amazing. Both great men, that I would be proud to have our son named after."
Kensi sighed happily. "Ok we have a little Owen. I wish he was here."
"Me too baby, he'd be so proud of you. Granger Danger loved you like a daughter. I wish I would have had a chance to meet your dad too. I know he was a rockstar."
"He was."
"He has to have been to raise a rockstar like you." He winked.
"I love you Martin Deeks."
"I love you too, Kensi Deeks."
They finished eating and Deeks cleaned up the plates, putting the leftovers In The fridge.
"So what now what does my amazing husband have planned."
"Wanna take a night walk on the beach?" He asked.
"I think that would be nice."
"Perfect."
They walked along the beach, smelly the sand and salty ocean water, looking at the star lit sky.
"Are you getting tired, baby?"
"I'm ok, but can we sit for a while?"
They took a break and sat in the sand. The pair loved the feel of the sand at their feet, the ocean waves roaring. It was their peace.
"Kens, I want to talk to you about my past."
"Are you ready?" She questioned him to make sure. Although her shared hits and pieces, he'd never went into great detail.
"As ready as I'll ever be I guess. There's so much darkness. I want to finally push it all aside so my sunshine can shine through completely."
Kensi blushed a little knowing she was his sunshine.
"Where do I start?"
"Pretend I'm Nate," Kensi suggested.
"Ok, no that's just creepy. After this afternoon and The next time we're no, ya just no."
Kensi laughed at his ramblings. Her perfect idiot she thought. "Ok, I'm me and you know, you can always tell me anything. I would never think any less of you. Everything we've been through, I know who you are Martin Deeks, an amazingly good man."
"I know baby. It's just not something I like to talk about."
"I know. Go slow." She put her hand on his.
"My earliest memories of my dad were him beating up on my mom. That smell, when he was wasted. I hated him. I don't ever want our son to hate me."
"Deeks," she started but let him continue.
"I will love you and him with everything I have. I can promise you that."
"I don't doubt that for a second."
"When I was five, it was mostly words to me. Hateful words. Making me feel worthless. The beatings came when I was older. As I grew, it was more on me. I took the beatings to protect Mama, I guess kinda like she had done when I was younger." He looked up at Kensi. "I never thought of it that way. I felt like she wasn't strong, but maybe she was just in a different way. Anyway, One night I heard him hitting her. Her cries. I couldn't take it. I snuck out. No socks, no shoes, eleven years old wandering the streets. I went to the only place I felt safe."
"The beach?"
"The beach. Ray was there as usual. I loved seeing him. He was like a big brother. We had so much in common, even though was a little bit older. We met when I was seven and made an unbreakable bond. We talked about our dads, we surfed, just hung out. He got mixed up with the wrong crowds and That's why I turned him to a CI. I knew he was a good guy underneath. Anyway, that night he was there sitting in our spot we'd always meet at."
He flashed back while giving Kensi prominent details.
"Hey Marty," Ray said As they young boy took a seat beside his friend.
"Hey."
"Your dad at it again?"
"Yep."
"Wanna see something that can help?"
"What's that?"
Ray reached into his bag. "I've been waiting to give it to you for a few months now. You're a good kid, but you need to protect yourself." He pulled out a small Smith and Wesson handing it the the blonde, blue eyed boy.
Young Marty looked at it oddly.
"Have you ever seen a gun before?"
Deeks shrugged. "I've seen my dads shotguns."
"This is a lot easier to hide." He unloaded the gun and showed him all the features. He showed him how to load it. He meticulously showed the young boy everything he needed to know. "Only use it if you need to protect yourself. I want you to stay a good kid. Don't get wrapped up like I did. You take care Marty." With That Ray left, leaving the boy with his new protection."
His eyes teared a little telling Kensi.
"You don't have to keep going."
"I do, baby" he continued. "A few nights later, he was drunk again. Mama finally was ready to stand up to him. She stood in front of me screaming at him. We were in my room. He was yelling about why I was still awake. I had the gun under my pillow. He was not stopping. My mom told him to get out or we were leaving. He grabbed one of his shot guns. He came back in my room." Deeks shuddered a bit. Kensi moved close to him putting her arms around him tightly. "He shoved it in my moms face, then pointed it at me. He told her he'd kill us both before he'd let us leave. I pulled the gun out Ray gave me and pointed it at him. He told me I didn't have the guts to shoot him, so I pulled the trigger as hard as I could. I shot him. He was stunned. He fell back. My mom was crying holding me. She called 911. He laughed as they took him away, saying how worthless I was that I missed. He smiled evilly at me and told me he'd be back to finish this. They took me to juvie for the night. There were a lot of kids that belonged there and then there were the few like me. Lost, broken bad homes, I got assigned a really good attorney. He made me think, I could do that too. Help people that can't afford or can't help themselves. That was the day I decided to be a lawyer, which we know how that went." He smiled. "The whole ordeal, I don't regret it though. I had to protect her." His tears fell now.
"I love the man you are. The man that has the deep desire to protect people."
"Sometimes, I hate that you can take care of your self." He let out a small, quiet laugh. As much as that's one of the things I love about you. Sometimes I worry you don't need me."
"Trust me, I need you baby, I've always needed you. More than you'll ever know. And you kept me safe, having my back. You protected me by doing that. Whether you realize it or not, you saved me from myself. Being lonely and miserable. Holding on to my past. Afraid of being left, always wanting to run. You're my hero Martin Deeks. Even if you don't think so, you are. My Superman," she winked.
"My Wonder Woman ," he chuckled. "You're amazing, you know that."
"Eh, I have an amazing partner, who helps me be amazing."
"Well, we got through part one of Deeks' past. Can we leave Boyle for another night?"
"Whatever you want babe, I'm not going anywhere."
"I just want you to know some of the things that made me who I am. All these things created the man I was when you met me, but the good man you say I am today is because of you more. Who you've always seen me to be. You make it easy to be a good man. My heart is so full."
"As is mine." She cradled his face kissing him deeply under the stars in the peace of the ocean breeze.