THIS WILL BE THE LAST CHAPTER. SORRY FOR NOT MUCH OF A WARNING.
DON'T OWN IT.
Later that night, after Kensi shot Talbot, Deeks found his partner sitting on a barstool, pushing a beer around.
"You came all the way to a bar for alcohol tonight? Wow, you must be having a really bad day." Deeks quipped.
"Shut up." Kensi didn't even make an attempt at a comeback.
"You okay?" He asked.
"I don't know what I did to get such crappy cards." Kensi said after a few moments.
"Maybe you just haven't seen all your cards yet?" Deeks suggested.
"My dad died when I was 15, both of us very innocent. My fiancé leaves me 5 years later, and my partner dies on me last year." She continued.
"But then you met me." Deeks said.
"And that may just be the best thing that's ever happened." Kensi smiled.
"Look, Kens, I don't think you did anything to deserve what happened to you. But I do think they had to happen for you to meet me. If you hadn't had such a hard childhood and young adult life, you might not have joined NCIS." Deeks said.
"You believe that?" She asked, looking up at him.
"I think about it every night when I'm just about to fall asleep at night." He answered. She just at there, not sure what to say. So, he pulled her into an embrace, and they stayed like that for a long time.
VERY SHORT, VERY CLICHÉ, BUT I NEEDED TO GET THIS ONE DONE. SORRY TO ANYONE WHO LIKED IT.