Probably my last entry in the coming months till December.
Love the show, but sadly don't own them. It's a probably good thing, otherwise Deeks might suffer enough injuries and not make it to the 5th season!
Chapter 5
Say All I Need
Kensi Blye does not consider herself to be a stalker. No sir, thank you very much. Yet here she was standing outside her partner's door, at half past eleven in the dead of the night. Keeping her company was a large bag filled with the necessary items. She'd gotten here as fast as could after getting the text.
Hesitating for yet another whole minutes, she finally reached up and rang the doorbell. Two seconds later, she knocked thrice.
Annoyance escalated to worry, when she received no response. Placing the packet down by the door, she pulled out her lock-picks and within eleven seconds, the door opened with a soft click.
"Deeks? You in there?" Holding her gun in both hands, she flicked on the light switch with her elbow. She squinted momentarily in the sudden brightness.
Monty came ambling into view, claws clicking on the floor. Since Monty didn't appear too excited or barking his head off, Kensi's level of concern diminished slightly. Holstering the gun, she retrieved the food and shut the door. Placing the food on the kitchen table, she followed the shaggy mongrel through the ridiculously neat apartment.
She knocked on the door to his bedroom receiving muffled "C'me in" in reply.
Pushing the door open, she saw a pile of blankets on the bed. A single hand stuck out, waving her in
Marty Deeks, LAPD detective /NCIS liaison, was down with the flu. She crossed over to the bed and pulled down the blankets slightly to peer at him. To say he looked unhappy and miserable would've been the understatement of the century. He resembled a hurt and lost puppy, so much that Kensi's heart went out to him.
Seeing his partner seemed to have put some sparkle in those blue eyes.
"Kensi, as much as I want you here, you shouldn't stay here. I don't wanna make you sick too," he sniffed like a kid. His nose blocked, his words came out funny.
"Well then, you are lucky. I never get sick."
"I'm serious," he said. "So am I, Deeks. Have you eaten anything?"
"Puked more than that."
"Okay. Stay put, I'll be right back."
Ten minutes later, she was back, holding a soup bowl in her hands, which carefully placed on the bedside cabinet. Next she popped two pills and said, "Sit up a bit. Take these. They'll help with the nausea, and this one is to settle you're stomach." He sat up, groaning. Once finished, she helped him settle against the pillows.
His hand shook so badly that Kensi had to hold it for him. She placed her hand on his cheek then neck and said, "You're burning up pretty bad, Deeks. When did you start feeling sick? Answer me truthfully."
"Dunno. This morning. I thought it was because of the lack of sleep."
"Well, it's not. Finish up the soup." He did.
Kensi tucked him up and dropped a kiss on his hot forehead. Brushing back the tangle of hair, she said, "I'll be right outside. Just call if you need anything, alright?'
"Kens, you don't have to do that," he protested, wishing anything but.
"Shut up, Deeks. I don't you dying on me," she said, patting the blanket covered chest, her hand lingering for too long.
Deeks smiled, exhaustion and sleep finally overcoming his fevered body.
"Night Fern," he whispered. Kensi standing at the doorway smiled softly.
"Night Deeks."
A cute little one-shot. I will be on a three month long hiatus.
please don't forget to review!
-Sam