Thank you all those who reviewed. Made me smile! Here's another one!
Still own nothing...except a really hot poster of Chris O'Donnell :)
Chapter 2
Falling Stars
The warm ocean breeze lifted her hair, tangling them gently. Kensi Blye sat on the hood of car, back against the windshield.
At this late hour, traffic was practically non-existent. The only sound was the distant noise of crashing waves down below against he cliffs. Only a couple of cars passed the seaside road. The half-moon night brought out the silver tips of the weaves.
Letting out a sigh, she settled back, closing her eyes.
"Did you know in New York most people can't see the stars because it's so bright?"
It was sheerly because she was a trained federal agent that she didn't jump a foot in the air. Instead a smile crept up her face. Eyes still closed, she heard the gravel shift as someone moved in closer. A moment later, something solid and warm settled against her left side.
"How did you find me?" she asked finally when the silence stretched on for quite sometime. It was so unlike the Marty Deeks that she'd come to know and like, that she spoke first.
"Drove along the road," he said, simply. She tried to figure if he was telling the truth. He kept his eyes on the fingers on his left hand that was scratching a scruff on his jeans. "Wasn't sure if you wanted to be alone or not. But then I guess I wouldn't be Deeks if I didn't see for myself."
"You mean till you came and bugged me," supplied Kensi, feeling anything but. She felt glad someone came looking for after her rather hasty retreat from the bullpen after they'd closed the case.
"You don't looked bugged. If anything, you look pleased. Must be my awesome personality," Deeks said. Kensi snorted. "Yeah right! As if."
"Ouch! That hurt, Fern."
"Keep up and you'll hurt somewhere else too. And no- don't comment on that," she added, realizing she'd given him an opening for another of his innuendos. Deeks grinned broader.
He leaned back, turning his face up towards the sky.
"Hey, see that's Ursa Major," he said. Kensi looked at him; still marveling after all these years his attention span of a gold fish.
"You stargaze?" she asked, looking up too. She suddenly was reminded of a younger version, doing exactly the same with her father. A soft smile graced her lips.
"When I lived with a family when I was about thirteen. The oldest son had a telescope and he seemed pleased someone shared the enthusiasm."
He'd done it again. The candid way he spoke of his childhood which so different from hers. The fact that he'd lived with something like a foster family after he'd shot his dad at eleven, never bothered him when he told her about it.
"My dad and I did too. When he came back after his sniping missions." He looked down, smiling too at her voice.
Then he looked up and said, "Hey, Fern. See that one? That looks like the amazing woman I met a few years back."
Kensi looked at him, frowning. Deeks continued, "She punches mean the opposite."
Kensi looked up, after elbowing him playfully.
There you go. I was stargazing from the roof and this little plot bunny fell from the sky! Review. Let me know if there are some scenes you'd want in here!