Written after seeing the 5x02 bullpen scene as a sneak peek. Set pre-5x02.
Kensi's on her back in her bed, staring unseeing at the ceiling when her phone vibrates on the nightstand beside her. Her chest immediately tightens and her pulse picks up.
She closes her eyes, counts backwards from ten and breathes deeply. The phone vibrates again, reminding her that she hasn't looked at the screen.
It's not him, she tells herself. She takes another breath. It's never him. There's no reason to get worked up.
(But she gets worked up anyway, of course - every damn time.)
She reminds herself that she's a highly trained, extremely deadly federal agent and reaches for the phone.
Had a gr8 time, reads the text. Drinks again 2nite?
It takes a herculean effort not to hurl her phone across the room. Instead, she holds down the button, powering it off completely. It's not like it's caused her anything but pain in the last four months, anyway.
She drops the phone on the bed and sits on the edge, hands gripping the mattress. It's quarter to nine. She has exactly forty-five minutes to shake this off, slap on a smile and go undercover as herself, yet again.
She's had harder missions, she's sure.
Just none that come to mind.