Deeks Just Starts At NCIS LA AU OOC
Summary: There is no plot. Just a whole lot of nothing. No cliff hangers or anything. Just something I wanted to see.
DISCLAIMER: Nope, don't own any of them other than ones I may create.
A/N 1: This is a work of fiction. FARFETCHED fiction I might add. This is a story that I wanted to see happen so I put it on paper, so to speak. This story could ONLY happen in my head.
Once again I need to thank all of the guest reviews I got. It was a big surprise to me. So, THANK YOU ONE AND ALL!
A/N 2: Thanks to nherbie for taking the time to look this chapter over for me to make sure it made sense. It means a great deal!
A/N 3: To those guest reviewers who didn't want Kensi and Deeks together, I say I am sorry but they always end up together in my stories. If you don't want them together, write yourself a story. If you need help, just ask someone. Just about anyone you ask will help you. All of them are super friendly. Also, the show is called NCIS LA not NCIS San Diego, so he needs to stay . . . so again, I'm sorry I couldn't help you out.
Chapter 5
Saturday morning, with sunlight streaming through his bedroom window, Deeks recounted the feel of Kensi Marie Blye's lips on his as he kissed her goodnight last night. Her mouth tasted so sweet and if he didn't know any better, he would think he was developing feelings for her. That can't be happening though, can it? No way, not after one date and a few team gatherings with dances. Nope, nuh uh, not happening. Just then, his best friend Monty jumps up on the bed and starts licking his face letting Deeks know he wants to go out. "Hey Monty, want to go to the beach? Huh boy? Let's go to the beach buddy!" And Deeks gets out of bed and gets ready to leave.
Meanwhile, just a few miles away, Kensi is waking up to pleasurable thoughts also. That kiss Deeks gave her last night was phenomenal, and the feel of his lips moving against hers, and his tongue searching, and . . . Stop right there Kensi! She felt heat pooling in the pit of her stomach as he kissed her and she hasn't felt that feeling for several years. Is it . . . No, it can't be. I have feelings for that scruffy surfer? No, I can't have. Not after just one date. Nope, can't be. Impossible! A run, that's what I need. A run will clear my head. So, she gets up and gets ready for a run. Maybe she'll run along the ocean for a change, it's been awhile since she's run that route. She puts her ear buds in, tunes in some techno, and away she goes.
About 20 minutes later, Kensi gets to the beach walk and notices Deeks's car parked there. She may as well stop and see him, she thinks, just to be sociable. As she scours the sand looking for him, she sees him riding a wave in. She thinks he looks like a little kid without a care in the world as he rides the wave. She also notices just how good he is. Like he's a part of the wave. Damn, he looks good. Deeks seemed like a completely different person on the waves. He was agile, graceful, and with his wetsuit on, she could see how in shape he was. As he rides the wave to shore, he heads out of the water and makes for his towel. He pets his dog Monty for a minute and then pulls his wetsuit off. She's not prepared for the sight of him in blue board shorts, and shirtless. Her eyes roam down his tanned and defined chest, and she grins. She should not be affected like this. She has seen him shirtless before, but this time? Maybe it's the angle of the sun hitting him in all the right places or the way his biceps are . . . no, Kensi. Stop. But his shorts are wet so they cling to his body in all the right places. He has a magnificent butt and a very impressive front and what am I doing thinking of that? She watches him, unseen, for several minutes and then decides she should continue her run before she's caught out like some creepy stalker. Maybe take a nice cold shower when she gets home.
Monday morning as Deeks walks into the mission, Hetty calls him over right away. "Mr. Deeks. A word please?"
As Deeks walks over to Hetty's desk, he notices Kensi sitting at her desk and she looks at him and smiles. If he didn't know better, he would think her face was a little red. As he thinks about their date Friday night and how it ended, his face grows a tad red also. Playing kissy-face with Kensi Marie Blye has become his favorite activity to date. As he reaches Hetty's desk she says, "Mr. Deeks, have a seat. Can I interest you in a cup of tea?"
"No, but thank you Hetty, I just finished a cup of coffee on the way in."
"Very well. Mr. Deeks, I have a problem. Dir. Vance has recalled Mr. Renko back to DC so Mr. Callen's team is going to be short an agent again. Also, Ms. Jackson's team will be heading back to San Diego as their building construction has finished. I informed her of that earlier this morning. So, the question now is, will you take the fourth agent slot on Mr. Callen's team? The team you're currently working with was only supposed to be short term and Mr. Hanna and Mr. Callen have both asked that you be returned to their team, and Ms. Blye would be very happy to partner up with you. Ms. Jackson will be getting someone from FLETC. Her team doesn't really do undercover as much as we do. Your talents would be wasted on that team, while they would be a benefit to this team."
"No problem Hetty. I'll go back to Callen's team. So, I'll be Kensi's partner?"
"Yes you will. Is that going to be a problem?" Hetty inquires.
"Nope. That will be just fine." And he gives her one of those 1000 watt smiles.
"Well then, go join your team." And with that Hetty dismisses him all the while smiling to herself.
Deeks walks over to the bullpen and puts his bag down on his old desk. Kensi was at the coffee bar getting a cup of coffee and Sam and Callen were sitting there watching him and out of the blue Callen says, "Welcome back Deeks. Things will be different this time."
"I'm sure." Deeks says as he heads to the coffee bar and Kensi.
"Hey Kens. How ya doin' this morning?" He mutters.
"Good morning Mar . . . Deeks." She catches herself almost calling him Marty at work.
He looks at her strangely and asks, "Deeks at work? Marty after work?"
"For a little while yet until we see what's happening. I mean, spending time with you Friday night seems to have opened a door to some feelings I haven't felt in some time." In her head she continues 'Ever since Jack left me, I've been hiding from these kinds of feelings. Then you come along and there they are again.' Out loud she says. "I very much enjoyed being out with you Friday night. It's been to long since I've done that."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Marty replies. "I thought of you the entire time I was alone and I have never done that. It's like you bewitched me woman!"
Kensi's face grows red and she demurely looks up at him from under her eye lashes and he just melts. Oh man, he thinks, I'm in so much trouble.
Callen notice the goings on at the coffee bar and catches Sam's eye and nods towards the two and gives Sam a snarky smile. Sam just rolls his eyes and grins.
The next few months fly by and the team dynamics have meshed like a well oiled machine. This is what Hetty foresaw when she coerced Deeks into joining NCIS.
It wasn't long after Deeks rejoined the team that he and Kensi take their relationship to the next level. It's to the point now that she spends almost all of her time at Deeks's place. But they're trying to keep it a secret from the others for now.
The next case the team had involved a little black book full of secrets and Kensi was taken as trade bait for it. Nell put several old micro dots on some of the pages of a book and was going to have it passed off as the real thing. The people who took her sent a video for the team to watch and they all saw Kensi just standing there up against the wall.
All Kensi can do is stand in the room full of lasers and pray that placing her life in her partner's hands was not a mistake. "You'll get me back," she'd told her boyfriend. But right now her heart is pounding out of control, her feet hurt, and she can't stand still for much longer before her leg muscles betray her.She doesn't know how long she's been standing there. Minutes, maybe hours, she doesn't know, as she's lost all sense of time. With the lights on, she's unable to see the red of all the laser beams that surround her, and Kensi doesn't dare risk moving, just the slightest touch of one of them could blow this little room into next week. She can't deny that she's scared beyond thought. The fear races through her body, and she knows she must not move if she wants to ever see Marty again.
Her will to live is screaming at her to get out of there while her common sense is telling her not to move, but to remain still. And Kensi doesn't know which one she wants to listen to. She can feel the sweat as it forms over her forehead and runs down her neck. She feels tears dribble from the corners of her eyes, out of control. This isn't how it's supposed to end she thinks. She needs to hang in there. Help will arrive. Her knees tremble and Kensi closes her eyes, praying to anyone listening to give her the strength to stay on her feet. She doesn't trust herself not to drop to her knees as the warning runs through her mind, one wrong move . . . KABOOM! She slowly makes a fist in an attempt to stop the trembling in her fingers. It's unnerving, being stuck here and unable to move. Her heart is pounding against the wall of her chest to the point of feeling like it's going to explode. Her lungs feel as if they are afire with every breath she takes, and she can hardly breathe. Suddenly she starts feeling lightheaded and the small room spins around her and she knows she won't be able to stay on her feet for much longer. The whole room appears to be greying in color and she just knows that she's going to pass out and fall to the floor where she'll break an invisible beam of light on the way down and blow the room and herself into next week. She can't stand here any longer; she just can't.
And just then, the door flies open and Marty is there with his gun in his hand looking for bad guys.
She tells him, before he can take another step, to turn off the lights. When he does, the room lights up like a 4th. of July light show. As he sees all the red beams surrounding her, his eyes wide and his voice scared, he suggests the bomb squad. But the thought of waiting any longer when he's so close, she just can't take it. She needs to get out of there, now. "No Marty, I need to get out of here now, I can't make it very much longer. My legs are getting ready to buckle."
"Ok, just give me a minute." She watches him put an attachment on his gun and with an idea that Deeks had read about, (to her surprise it had worked), she had managed to make it through the beams, all the while shaking like a blade of grass in a windstorm. But the very last infrared eye can't be fooled. She's so close to getting out that she can almost taste it and then this happens. Why does life hate her so much? She almost breaks down right then. And then there's Deeks, standing in front of her, calmly guiding her through the beams even though she can feel the palpable tension that surrounds him just as it does her. Right then she wants nothing more than to get to him and have him hold her.
"Kensi." Deeks murmurs. His arms are outstretched toward her, his hands open, waiting to takes hers. His eyes telling her everything his lips can't say. She knows what he's asking of her, but if ever there was a time that she trusted Marty Deeks, it's now and slowly she reaches out to him, her trembling hands in his surprisingly steady ones.
"Kens . . . Babe . . . Where you go, I go." He says, "On the count of three, we're jumping through the doorway. You with me?"
Kensi looks deep into his blue eyes and sees something there she hasn't seen before from him and then she knows. She would follow him anywhere. She would try putting out the fires of Hell with a bucket of ice water for him. If he wants to go through a door, then she's going with him. She nods her head, holds on tight to his hands and he pulls her out of that damn room. He somehow manages to spin them in the air as the explosion propels them out, turning so that he lands first, cushioning her landing.
He's right there now, no beams of red light forcing him to keep his distance. Very slowly he reaches up to her, murmuring her name once more as he lays a hand atop her shoulder. "Kensi? Princess? Are you with me?"
Startled, she gasps and quickly spins her head and her dark hair swirls around her shoulders as she moves. Eyes open wide, she sees Deeks. "Oh my God," she breathes heavily, a hand over her racing heart. "Marty . . ."
He smiles. "Who else would I be?" he asks playfully.
Softly, he brushes her hair back from her face, as she lays on top of him in the wake of the explosion.
"KENSI! DEEKS! STATUS REPORT!" Deeks hears in his earwig.
"Sam, we're ok." Deeks tells him and then he looks at Kensi who is still lying on top of him and tells her, "Kensi Marie Blye, I love you. When I saw you standing there I knew that there would be no life without you in it. I love you so much!"
Kensi comes back with, "Marty, I love you also. You're my everything. But truthfully, I knew that quite awhile ago."
Sam enters into the conversation with, "Kensi, did you hit your head? Are you in a daze? Can you remember who you are? Concussed maybe? Something has to be wrong with it the way you're talking."
That's when Deeks remembers that his earwig is still on. Everyone has heard them confess their love for each other.
"Well, Princess, I guess the cat's out of the bag. Everyone knows we're together now."
As soon as he says that there is a chorus of 'whats and huhs?' coming over the earwig and they laugh.
Deeks is sitting on his board waiting for another wave when he thinks of his good fortune and the turns his life has taken. 'Who would have thought' Deeks thinks to himself. Just 3 months ago he confessed to Kensi his love of her and she reciprocated and this past weekend she fully moved in to his place. It took the entire week to pack all her hoardings up and put into boxes but the job was done and she's firmly entrenched in his home now. He's never been happier. She's probably just getting up ready to go to the gym for a morning workout. He can just imagine the ribbing he's going to have to take when he gets to work. With that thought, he grabs the next wave and rides it into shore so he can head for home and get ready for work.