I KNOW THAT LAST CHAPTER WAS REALLY SHORT, SO I THINK THIS ONE IS ABOUT AVERAGE. SO YEAH, LIKE I SAID LAST TIME, I CAN'T REALLY WRITE ANOTHER CHAPTER FOR THIS STORY TONIGHT, BUT IF YOU TELL ME WHICH OF MY OTHER STORIES YOU WANT UPDATED, I WILL MAKE MY BEST EFFORT TO UPDATE IT. THANKS, AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW! J
OOPS, ALMOST FORGOT: WOW, I DON'T OWN IT
They slowly walked up to the house, and Talbot was starting to shake. Kensi placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Deeks had never seen her so… nurturing, and was amused. He smirked.
"What?" Kensi asked, slightly annoyed.
"You." Deeks said, his smirk growing larger.
"Shut up." Kensi replied, rolling her eyes.
"No can do, partner." Deeks said, his smirk turning into a smile. Kensi punched him playfully in the shoulder. Deeks yelped. They opened the door, and walked in.
"What do you remember?" Kensi asked gently, leading Talbot to a couch.
"I don't want to do this." Talbot said, head in hands.
"I know it's hard. But you have to try." Kensi eased, rubbing his back comfortingly. Deeks was amazed; sitting in front of him was his strong, tough, kick ss partner that never seemed to really care much about anything, caring so much about this one man. She was being gentle and caring, something she never was with suspects. Or in general, really, and this just stunned Deeks. Jack must've meant a lot to her, cause he had seen her go through a lot and still seem utterly calm, like she usually is.
"I remember shooting." Talbot said suddenly.
"That's a great start." She encouraged.
"Who shot who?" Deeks asked impatiently. Kensi glared at him. It probably the meanest, coldest, scariest glares he had ever received, and Deeks received about 29 a day.
OKAY, SHORT. NOT AS SHORT AS LAST CHAPTER, RIGHT? OKAY, MAYBE, BUT STILL. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW, PLEASE!