Kensi looked puzzled for a few seconds but then her eyes found mine.
"Deeks," Kensi says and a huge smile stretching across her face by now.
"Hey Fern. Missed me?" I smile at her and open my arms to get a hug I'm sure I won't get.
But Kensi, being Kensi, does the unexpected thing -she basically runs to me and jumps into my arms.
"Hi," I say, amused.
She hugs me tighter before replying in a low voice, "I missed you so much, Marty."
I kiss the side of her head and lower her to stand on the ground again. "Hear that, guys," I say, "she missed me." I turn to her again and whisper in her ear, "I missed you, too," before kissing her cheek.
"So, what did I miss?" I ask seriously, but can't contain my laughter for long, "Anyone get pregnant or go crazy?"
"Well," Sam starts, "Kensi went crazy without you and she even brought Monty with her a few times."
"I didn't," Kensi protests, "he was the one missing him too much. He whined all night!"
"Monty doesn't do that," I say laughing, "when he misses someone he comes cuddling."
"You're an idiot," Kensi states and gives me a welcome back punch, before going back to her desk, smiling.
"And you say you missed her?" Sam says, standing at the coffee machine.
"Yeah, who doesn't love his arms bruised?"
"Hetty finally put away her letter opener," I say laughing, while sitting down on my desk. "That was the second time today."
Callen cuts in and chuckles. "Maybe you should stop staring at Kensi and do some work instead."
I look up and see Kensi smirking at me. "I'm just imagining her and Monty in one bed." I stand up, already putting on my jacket.
"Kens, you ready to go home?"
"Deeks?" she asks with a confused look on her face.
Callen and Sam are already on their way out, but you still hear them loud and clear. "He wants to play house, Sam. Isn't that cute?"
"Well, my best work is still not on camera, so we need to d-OW. Geez, what was that for?" I said, laughing along with Sam and Callen.
Kensi all but smiles at me, and don't I love the playful smirk she's giving me. "Since you spilled our planned activities for the evening, I think my desire to do it just went minimal. I think now I have a date with chocolate chip ice cream and Monty… alone."
"Touché."
Grabbing her belongings, she says good night to Nell and Eric and comes to stand next to me. "Let's go home, shaggy."
I smile and begin walking next to her. "You gonna let me drive your car since -"
"In your dreams, Deeks," she laughs and gets in the car.
"You're an idiot, you know that?" she says, holding Monty's leash while walking to "our" restaurant on the beach.
"Geez," I say, removing my arm around her shoulder, "I didn't miss my daily insults."
Realizing how that sentence must have sounded, she quickly begins to explain it to me. She separates the leash and lets him run to the water, before standing in front of me.
"I didn't mean it that way. I didn't know how you were doing, because my partner only sent me one text message and then you let me wait longer than I needed to? That's not nice," she says, pouting.
"You would have preferred me smelling like a wet dog and trash? Nah, I don't think Kensi Blye would have wanted me that way," I say, chuckling. "Now I smell much better, don't you think?"
I press Kensi into my chest and wait.. and wait 'til I hear her mumbling. "What was that?"
"You smell like the beach and donuts. You ate donuts? Why did you eat and not bring me some?" she says and throws me a glare, waiting for my answer.
That's my cue to laugh. "Sam wasn't fast enough and I was hungry. I think you should ask Sam where the rest of them went. Donuts are his new favorite food, I guess."
Sticking my tongue out, I cause her to laugh. "Come on now, I hear your sugar monster growling." Punch.
"Shutting up now," I say, chuckling and resting my arm over her shoulders again.
Kensi POV
It's so good to have him back. But why didn't he say anything about .. about the "thing?" Maybe he doesn't want me anymore? We wouldn't sit like this right now if he doesn't, so stop thinking it, Kensi! Should I start with the conversation? He told me I should think about what I want. I have to take the initiative.
"Thank you, Deeks," I say, taking the burger he offers me, "where are my chips?"
Deeks just chuckles and gives them to me. "Would have risked my life, if you hadn't gotten them."
"Ha. Now that is true." He sits down next to me on a bench along the beach.
We finish our meals in silence, just some small talk.
"So," I ask, after throwing the trash in the nearest trash bin, "how was the case?"
"Kens, you know I can't talk about it. Hetty already told you more stuff than you should obviously know about. It went good, I got through it and that's all you need to know."
"I don't want to know anything about what you did, but can you at least tell me how you got all the bruises?"
He shakes his head before answering. "I don't have any."
I raise my brows. "Oh really?," I say and give him a little hit on his abdomen and hear his breath quicken, "what's that then? Did Monty run into you too hard?" I couldn't help but chuckle at the image that was forming in my head.
Deeks POV
Damn it. For a moment I totally forgot she's a trained agent. When did she even notice it? Well, who cares. Telling her the truth is easier than letting her threaten Eric.
"What do you know so far?"
"I know you used an old alias and that you had do go undercover in a club that's popular with some drug dealers."
She doesn't know as much as I thought.
"Well, I maybe said something the boss didn't like and I got my fair share of punches a few times."
"Fair share? Are you kidding me?" she said shocked, while lifting up my shirt to see the bruises. "They look older. You should get yourself ice, Shaggy."
"Nah, I'm good."
"Wanna go to the beach and sit down, just like old times?" she asks, smiling. My face lights up at her words. "Just like old times," I repeat, and call Monty to us.
"This is nice," she says and looks up to meet my eyes. "It's good to have you back."
I lift my hand and my palm softly meets her cheek. "I'm happy to be back," I say, looking in her eyes.
She begins to change her position on the beach and comes closer, almost sitting in my lap. I open my arm but she has another idea. She stands up and walks in front of me, before sitting with her back against mine.
"That's better", she says after lacing her fingers with mine. I hug her tighter and put my head in her neck, inhaling her scent.
"You're lucky that I'm not hungry anymore," I say to lighten the mood, "you smell like donuts and I could eat you right now."
She chuckles and gives me a little hit but then turns her head around and gives me a loving smile. "Let's talk, Marty."