Summary- Deeks shares a piece of his childhood with Kensi.
Rating-K
Kensi's POV
"Seriously, Deeks?" I asked him. We were in my car and driving to his house when he asked me if we could go to mine because he wanted to keep his train at my house.
"Yes, Kens, I'm serious. You should understand this. I can't keep it at my house, Monty'll break it," he said making a puppy-dog face.
I thought about it because I knew he was right, he couldn't keep that thing in his house and I was okay if that thing was in my apartment—but how could I let Deeks off without teasing him?
So I said, "You know you could pack up that thing and keep it in a safe place, there's no need for playing with it every day."
He looked at me, making the puppy face again and said, or more like pleaded, "Please, Kensalina? See here's the deal, as long as the train is at your apartment, I'll bring a donut every day. Promise."
I loved the idea but I'm Kensi, so I tried to act like I was thinking about it and then asked him, "Okay, so if I allow you to keep the train in my apartment where are you going to keep it?"
"In your spare room, I know you don't use it," he replied immediately.
Okay that was creepy, but I knew there was no way I was going to argue or tease him further, so I gave in. Exactly forty-five minutes later, I opened my door with our food and beer in hand just to find Deeks relaxing on my couch. As he saw me, he got up and took everything from me and set it on the coffee table. He then took my hand and walked me into my spare room where he'd arranged the train on the ground.
He started the train to show me how it runs, but to be honest, my entire focus was on his face. He was smiling like small kids do when they get their favorite thing at Christmas. I realized he was happy because he'd wanted this train since he was five.
After 2-3 runs of the train, we sat down on my couch to eat.
Deeks was completely silent and it was starting to bother me, so I asked him, "So you've wanted this train since you were five, huh? Didn't know you had a thing for trains."
He chuckled just a tiny bit sadly. "I loved trains. I still do. When I was five, I wanted to grow up and drive a train. The speed of them fascinated me."
"So what changed?" I asked immediately, not missing a beat.
"A lot," he said and shrugged. I didn't force him to continue.
A few minutes and beers later I heard him say, "You know, Kensi for five years of my life, I prayed to Santa to get me this train.
"For five years. My mom knew it but she couldn't do anything about it. Whatever she earned was just enough to fulfill our basic needs. There were times when we didn't have money to buy food for us because whatever money my mom had gotten from her jobs, that bastard took it away."
I swallowed hard just imagining how his life had been when he was small. Deeks hardly talked about his childhood—in fact, this was the second time he'd talked about his childhood. The first was when he was shot.
I kept my hand on his shoulder to assure him. He looked at me and I swear I saw some tears in his eyes.
Then he said, ''Mom saved money for five years to get me a new train, but only managed to get me Thomas. And she told me to hide it from him. But I don't know how he found out about it, and was very angry at both of us. Mom tried to talk to him but in the end, it resulted in Thomas shattered in pieces and both of us beaten badly. It wasn't first time he hit me but ...but it was really bad. I had three broken ribs, a broken hand, a twisted ankle, and a black eye."
By the time he finished, I realized I had tears in my eyes so I just scooted next to him and laid my head on his shoulder, kept my hand on his heart and said, "I'm sorry, Deeks that you had to go through that. No one should go through something like that."
He just shrugged and started playing with my hair.
His heartbeat was slower now and I realized he was relaxing. So I asked him something I'd wanted to ask for quite a while, "Deeks what about your mom, where is she?"
Deeks tensed a little but after few seconds I heard him saying, "I don't know. After that night, we were in the hospital and she told cops she didn't want me anymore because I had just become a monster like him."
I raised my head from my shoulder to look at him just to notice pain in his eyes. He didn't cry but, almost teary, said, "Haven't seen her since."
My blood started boiling, how she could do that? How could she leave Deeks alone knowing he was just eleven? He had been on his own since eleven…oh my God…how did he do that, how could he go through all that and still be so good and so grounded. God, my respect for Deeks just increased a thousand fold.
I looked at him to see that he was just staring in the space. I lifted my hand from his chest and kept on his shoulder and said, "Deeks, you are anything but like him. You are a great man and a kind soul. Thanks for sharing."
Deeks looked at me and smiled weakly, and after few seconds I saw him smirking and I knew he was going to say something ridiculous.
And he did, as he said, "You know it's okay. I mean, I've got a new mom now. Kind of a step mom but she's great."
"Seriously Deeks, now you need to spill. What did you do to my mom, she loves you like her own son, and it's creepy," I said, and he chuckled.
He smirked and said, "Nothing, it's just that Blye women can't resist me."
I rolled my eyes and we both burst into laughter.
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