"Kensi having a panic attack after having come home. maybe there is a thunder storm in L.A and kensi thinks thunder is bombs she heard Afghanistan."
Based on the prompt from "Katie" (above). Thanks a bunch. For reading and liking this story. I'm going through a bump in the road of life and really appreciate it.
It was a little bit after my failed suicide attempt. After talking to Nate over the phone, I was going to a therapist. But she wasn't a shitty one who asks you about your feelings. She, Dr. Simone Estefani, was a retired combat veteran who knows what Afghanistan was like and she understands.
Deeks sometimes went with me, but he had to come back to work a few days ago. I hoped that he didn't tell Hetty about it, or else I would kill him. Well, maybe not kill him, but seriously hurt him.
Anyway, I looked out of my window from my kitchen and saw clouds forming. Little ones, which were a pale gray. I shut all of my windows and sat down on my couch, after locking all of my guns in a safe, except for one above the door.
I heard a large boom. One which I heard too many times. Bomb. I rushed to my phone, scared as hell. I called Deeks, I needed to know if he was okay.
"Deeks!" I yelled into the phone. "Deeks!" I was praying that he would pick up.
"Kens, you alright?" he asked.
"Are you?" I asked, gasping. "I heard bombs, did you?"
"Kens, it's a thunderstorm. I'll ask Hetty if I can come over. It doesn't sound like you're doing too well." he said.
"Would you?" I asked. I wasn't afraid to say that I needed him. After a few minutes, he arrived at my doorstep, wet as hell, and cold.
"Oh my god!" I laughed. Probably for the first time in a while. I went into my bathroom and grabbed a towel. He wrapped himself in it and shook his shaggy hair like a dog.
"You're becoming more and more like Monty." I said. He looked at me with his signature squint.
"Don't insult me, Kensi. I ran in the rain for you." he said. He got closer to me.
"Oh please don't tell me that this is going to be one of those awkward moments." I said.
"Who said that?" asked Deeks. "I want a coffee pronto. Wait, forgot you can't cook."
I laughed. What was with him and insulting my culinary skills? While he was making the coffee (and getting my kitchen super wet), he started singing to some song. I was sprawled out on the couch, since my meds were making me feel queasy, listening to him sing, smiling. I had no idea that my feelings for him were this strong. It was like this pull, which I then let go of.
"You want some?" he asked, handing me the coffee mug, which I didn't take.
"No thank you." I said. "I can't. I don't feel so well."
"I should go then." he said. "Luckily this is to- go." He walked over towards the door.
"Wait!" I said. "Let me show you out." I didn't bother to get my coat, and just followed him out to the cold rain. The raindrops were going down my back, sending chills up my spine, but I ignored it.
"I guess your sunshine's gone. Still got your gunpowder?" I asked. Where the hell did that come from?!
"Nope." he said, his face close to mine. "Both are standing next to me." His lips then touched mine. He smiled, and ran off to his car.