A/N: This is just a filler. Not an actual part, but hey, it's something..
Jesse - I only notice it myself now. All of what you state makes sense, and I'll try to Deeksify/Kensify the characters. I am just having a hard time adopting scenes you may find funny. Believe it or not, American humor and Danish humor aren't the same. It also hard balancing the sudden seriousness required by Deeks with his usual banter/flirt/tease, and so with Kensi being shocked and accepting the injury. I am trying to make it as real as I can, but I'll definitely try harder in the next parts I'll write (I'm on part eight now) to be more casual and teasing. It's obviously too angsty right now.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Part 5: Sleep
They manage to get some comfort out of it. Kensi's movements are equally awkward and stiff but at no time does she admit to not being in full control of her body. Deeks conjures a DVD from the boxes under her coffee table, a chick flick (because there are no Top Models reruns for the evening). He smiles and cracks a joke about it, but somehow revives the old Kensi because she hits ham brief and hard on his shoulder, forming tears in his eyes which he quickly ushers away. It'll bruise, but it's worth it. Kensi climbs from the wheelchair to the couch, mostly without his help, and Deeks must scoot over to get room for Kensi's casted legs. Fortunately the casts have been applied conveniently so she is able to lie somehow comfortably.
"Need a blanket?" he jokes, but wisely keeps his arms out of her reach. He is surprised when she nods, obviously sensing both his and her own dismay over the casts' display. They look too foreign on her tanned legs, too pale like a burial shroud. The blanket he finds manages to hide it kindly so they can pretend, for awhile, that everything's normal.
They put the DVD on and it turns out to be okay, all things considered. Kensi even manages to laugh, which he assumes by the soft chuckles and snorts, sometimes despite her dampened mood. When the credits roll down the screen to joyous music, his partner has fallen asleep against his chest, her deep brown curls hiding her face in a bushy mane. Dr. Cho said the pain medication might make her drowsy and sleepy, but she is totally out. Unstirred, Deeks decides to carry her to her bed. It is difficult, because her weight is uneven due to the casts, but he manages to tuck her in without tipping something over. Once he is sure she is safely laid into the bed, the blanket covering her body. He lets her sleep in the camisole and sweats.
Then he goes to fetch his duffel bag. It is looking awfully a lot like the famous Callen, G. army-issue bag of the OPS center, but he must admit, it serves its purpose. Unrolling the sleeping mat just outside Kensi's bedroom, but far enough away to give her privacy, Deeks knows that the couch is probably more comfortable, but too far to hear if Kensi needs his help during the night. Besides, he has slept places much less comfortable than the sleeping mat, and with less than a cushion and blanket to keep him cozy. Even then, he strips down and changes into sweats and a wife-beater.