Hey hey guys. So either everyone is losing interest, people are busy, or some just forget to review which would account for the minimal reviews received. Thanks for reading this. In a sense it's my first real Densi fic. So thanks for all your support so far. :) my hope is that you'll all find entertainment in this. So I hope you like this one as well.

Chapter 13: Un-Planned Words

"No." Deeks protested. "No guys, this is a bad idea." Deeks practically yelled.

"It's our only option Deeks." Callen said not understanding Deeks' vehement protest.

"There has to be another way. We don't have to send Kensi undercover with that...monster." He spat pleading with them to not proceed.

"Deeks..." Kensi spoke softly trying to disarm him.

"No!" Deeks continued to protest, appalled at the situation. He walked out of Ops and ran down to the gym and connecting firing range. He needed to clear his head and blow off some steam. As soon as he had on the glasses and muffs, Deeks rapidly fired off a magazine.

Sam and Callen had returned from the crime scene with nothing. They'd gotten nowhere with eye witnesses and they couldn't touch the club with a ten foot pole. Eric and Nell had had no luck finding the girl with Kaleidoscope or any other facial recognition. All they had to go on was the fake ID found on the body.

So their only lead would be if they were to put someone on the inside. And who had been the first choice to go undercover as a stripper? Kensi. The man running the club killed girls and women that he'd smuggled to replace them with newer trafficked girls. He was known to always be high and abusive and Deeks didn't want Kensi within a ten-mile radius of the club. Deeks of course would be her "pimp" or handler but he was appalled by just the thought of Kensi having to dress like that for anyone but him.

He re-loaded and fired off another few rounds but slower than before. There was something oddly comforting as he fired his gun. He had to refocus all his energy and attention to shooting straight rather than the situation Kensi was being put in.

After the magazine was emptied again, the door opened and a hand fell upon his shoulder. He jumped and pointed his empty gun at his surprise attacker.

"Oh God. Kensi don't do that to me. " he said in relief taking off his protective gear and laying his gun down onto the counter.

"What's wrong Marty?" Kensi asked genuinely concerned.

'What isn't wrong?!' Deeks thought to himself. "Nothing, nothing's wrong." He said stoically.

"Then why did you leave Ops and come here?" She questioned. 'Talk to me Marty. Let me in.' She silently begged with her eyes.

"Because I don't like the idea of you in there with that killer wearing six inches of fabric and nine inch heels!" He said disgusted.

"Deeks, this is our job, it's what we do. I've done this before. So what's going on?" Kensi asked confused.

"I don't care. I don't want you in there. You can get hurt." Deeks protested.

"We can get hurt at any point in the day. This is what we signed up for. It's just another task to do to keep everyone else safe." Kensi said. "So why do you suddenly have a problem with it?"

"Because..." Deeks said trying not to let the words escape his lips.

"Because why?!" Kensi pried.

"Because I love you!" He yelled. Both froze.

"You what?" She whispered.

"God this was not how I planned on telling you." Deeks whispered with his palm pressed to his forehead. Kensi looked like she was trying to decide whether to be happy or scared.

"I yeah...you were supposed to hear that next week when I took you to dinner at the fancy place by the pier." He said with flamed cheeks as he ran a hand through his hair embarrassed and unsure what to do next.

"Say it again." Kensi said emotionlessly. After he was silent Kensi repeated her request again slightly louder and confident. "Marty, say it again."

Deeks tried to read her but couldn't get a handle on her current emotions. He decided he had nothing to lose and so he inhaled a deep breath, met her eyes, removed his hands from his pockets and said sincerely with so much emotion, "I love you, Kensi." After her silence he said, "Please say something."

"I...I... I love you too...Marty." She said unsure at first but slowly gaining more assurance in her words. A smile engulfed his face and he drew her close and placed a smoldering, passionate kiss on her lips.

XxxxXXxxxLoveStoryxxxXXxxxX

awww! First time. But I mean how many things really ever go according to plan or are normal with them? So leave a review. I'm open to suggestions if there's something you guys would like to see in their love story.