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Unspeakable

"This sucks," Kensi grumbled, lower lip stuck out in a pout. She allowed Deeks to help her out of the car and hand her her crutches. She hobbled towards the door.

"I know, baby, but you'll be back before you know it. You've only got about a week or so left," Deeks replied, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and kissing the top of her head.

"Two weeks," Kensi muttered as Deeks held the door open for her. Kensi had busted her ankle about 4 weeks ago, running after a suspect. She had been whisked to the emergency room, where she had gotten x-rays and it was determined her ankle was broken and was wrapped in a fiberglass cast.

In truth, it wasn't nessecarily the cast that sucked. Yes, the cast sucked, but it wasn't what Kensi was talking about. It was going to work. For the past month, Charles Munson had been working with them, serving as Deeks' temporary partner while Kensi was out of commission. To the rest of the team, he was cheerful and easy-going, but to Kensi, he was a two-faced bully.

It seemed Munson just sought to make everything miserable. Nothing physical, but his verbal abuse assaulted her any time they were out of earshot of the others.

"Clumsy little Blye, you shouldn't have fallen like that."

"Stupid little Blye, forcing your husband to care for you after a stupid mistake ended in a broken ankle."

"You should be transferred, you don't deserve to be on this team."

"Your parents would be disappointed, little Blye."

Kensi tried her best to ignore him, but the jabs hurt, and little by little her patience was wearing thin. Hopefully, the day would go fast and she wouldn't have to deal with him much. The team Christmas party was tonight, and she planned to stay as near to Deeks as possible, and out of Munson's way.

"Don't worry, it'll be over soon, Kenz," Deeks said as they headed to the bullpen. "Besides, the Christmas party is tonight, it'll be a blast!" Kensi nodded as Deeks helped her sit down at her desk and she pulled out her computer to go through more cold cases, one of many mundane tasks she'd been doing for the past month.

...

"Poor little Blye can't even give the guy a kid!" Munson had her cornered, away from her family, and was endlessly trying to make her life miserable again. He sneered at Kensi, towering over her. Kensi refused to cower, staring him down, clutching her cermaic mug of cocoa, now rapidly growing cold, tighter. Kensi's brow darkened and she grit her teeth, trying to hold back the tears that sprung to her eyes. "Deeks would be better off without you," he continued. "He'd probably even be happy to leave you. They are so many other women out there. So many who could give him a child."

Kensi had put up with Munson's bullying for a month, but that jab, no matter how untrue it was, broke her. She growled in the back of her throat. Her mug dropped to the floor, shattering in a puddle of cold cocoa and ceramic shards. Kensi wildly lunged at Munson, dropping one crutch to the floor. Her fist connected with his chin, and his nose, and a spurt of blood shot down Kensi's knuckles. From Munson's nose or her hand, she didn't know. She stumbled backwards and winced as she stepped down hard on her injured foot. Using the crutch to steady herself, she righted and smirked at Munson, who now stumbled backwards, groaning in pain and clutching a bleeding nose.

"Kensi Marie!" Deeks shouted as he ran over, having heard the commotion, Sam, Callen, Fatima, and Rountree behind him. Kensi's eyes widened, just the slightest bit. When Deeks used your middle name, you knew you were in trouble. "What the hell? What's going on?!"

Kensi refused to speak, ignoring Deeks and staring down at her toes. Her one arm shook with exertion, having held up her body by the one crutch for a while now. Callen retrieved the fallen second crutch and offered it to her, which she took. She refused to look at anyone, her cheeks burning in humiliation at having drawn so much attention.

"Charles, I'm so sorry man, you alright?" Deeks asked Munson, who nodded. "You had better explain yourself, missy," Deeks said darkly to Kensi. He knew she would have a good reason for punching Munson, she wouldn't have just done it "for fun," but it was up to her to tell him. Kensi scowled at him, and shook her head, mouth clamped firmly shut. "Do you want me to take you home?"

Kensi thought for a moment, then nodded. Even if going home meant getting a spanking, she'd rather be home being spanked than anywhere near Munson. That's how much she hated him. Deeks' eyes widened and his mouth opened in surprise.

"You, you do?" he clarified. "Even though that means..." he trailed off. Everyone but Munson knew what he meant.

"What does it mean?" Munson asked, still holding his sore nose. Everybody looked in his direction. Deeks ignored him and started to usher Kensi towards the door, but she spun quickly to face Munson. What did she have to lose, telling him? After tonight, she knew she'd never have to see him again, not if Kilbride had anything to say about it.

"It means I'm going home to get my butt whipped, for punching you, but you know what? I don't care. I'm never going to have to look at you again," Kensi snapped. Deeks swatted her bottom right then and there. Seeing as Munson knew now, no point in holding off. Kensi jumped but her glare never wavered from Munson's weaselly face.

"Kensi, you had better have a good reason for punching my partner," Deeks said as the walked into the front door of their home. Kensi refused to answer as she kicked off her boots and crutched expertly up the stairs to the bedroom. Deeks sighed and walked to the kitchen, finding a spoon in one of the drawers. This was going to be a long night.

Kensi was curled on her side of the bed, turned away from him as Deeks walked into the bedroom, her crutches leaned against the wall near the bed. Deeks sighed again, tossed the spoon on the bed, and left Kensi while he went to change his clothes.

"Come over here," he said once her retuned, sitting on the edge of the bed. Kensi obeyed, crawling over to him across the bed, Gone was the angry, fiery woman from the Christmas party, instead, a mute, red-faced, stubborn little girl sat beside him. Deeks took her hand. "Baby, want to tell me just what exactly happened tonight? I know you wouldn't just punch Munson for no good reason. What happened?"

Kensi just stared at the floor and refused to speak. Deeks frowned.

"Well, you're definitely getting a spanking now, and if you don't tell me just what is going on, you'll be getting another in the morning." Kensi, too humiliated to really care what was going to happen to her, still refused to speak. Deeks took her hand, guided her over his lap, and down went her pants and underwear.

Deeks reached for the wooden spoon and in one quick flick of his wrist, it snapped down on the bare skin of Kensi's bottom. She drew in a sharp gasp of breath as Deeks continued swatting until her bottom was a bright shade of red, then moving to her sit spots and thighs. Kensi whimpered and whined and squirmed until finally she began to cry as Deeks continued raining smacks down on her now aching backside. She went limp over his lap and just cried, and that is when Deeks stopped, tossing the spoon to the floor.

Kensi got up off his lap, reached down and fully removed her jeans and panties, and crawled back to her side of the bed, refusing any comfort from him whatsoever. Deeks looked at her. Tears sprung to his eyes. Why was she being this way? Was he wrong to spank her without knowing the full story? Would Kensi forgive him? He tried not to think of these things as he slipped into bed beside his wife, without saying another word.

That morning was not off to a good start. Kensi still refused to tell him what had happened last night, and was now just being downright disrespectful. So Deeks was preparing to spank her again.

"I'm giving you one last chance to explain yourself before I start smacking," said Deeks, as he postioned Kensi over his lap. She lay rigid and said nothing. Kensi's bottom, still bare, was still red from the night before. Deeks frowned but let his hand fall on the tender skin. Over and over, while Kensi whimpered and hissed. "Baby, i have to know what happened. Something is wrong, and I need to know. This disrespectful behavior towards me cannot continue. Also, If you have a problem with my partner, say something, don't punch him." Deeks lectured as he spanked, moving his hand lower to to her sit spots and thighs.

Kensi started to cry. Deeks increased the intensity of swats, needing it to hurt even more to drive his point home. She needed to remember this one for a few days. Finally, Kensi went limp over his lap, bawling, hiccuping as she tried to speak.

"He said I was worthless! He said you didn't love me because I couldn't give you a baby! This whole month he's been tormenting me behind your back! And you keep calling him your partner! I am your partner! You should've heard some of the things he said to me!" Kensi screamed, beating the side of the bed with her fists. Deeks' heart shattered. If he would've known, he would've put a stop to it immediately!

Deeks lifted Kensi up into his arms, tucking her head under his chin. "Oh baby, I hope you know all of the things he said to you were not true. I love you to the moon and back." He leaned backward and tilted up her chin. "Why didn't you say anything before?"

"I was scared," Kensi admitted. "I don't know why." Deeks kissed the top of her head.

"It's okay, baby," he said. "But I want you to know you can come to me and tell me anything, alright?"

"I know," Kensi said quietly.

"I'm sorry I spanked you last night, I probably shouldn't have without knowing the full story," Deeks murmured into her hair.

"No, I needed it," Kensi countered. Deeks chuckled and patted her bottom lightly.

"I'm going to call Kilbride and make him get rid of Munson immediately," Deeks said, moving to take Kensi off his lap. She grabbed at his shirt.

"Later," she said, "I just want to be with you now." Kensi shuffled back to him and laid her head on his lap. Deeks smiled.

"And Baby?"

"Mmm?"

"You'll always be my partner."