Prompt: Deeks discovers the magical pillow properties of Kensi's boobs.
Deeks is drunk. He almost never gets drunk, and he really really almost never gets drunk because he's sad or lonely or hating himself a lot. So this, tonight, was a mistake. But it was work and his life and his partner and not just all separate but sometimes all together and it was too much. Cases with kids, they always got to him more than the others did. And now, cases with kids and seeing the look on his partner's face when something bad happens kills him a little bit. It makes him sad. He was already lonely. The hating himself comes and goes.
So here he is, lying on his back on the beach with a bottle of rum half buried in the sand. He fancies himself in his drunken stupor to be kind of like a modern day Jack Sparrow. Minus the pirating and the sword. He would really like the sword though. "Yo ho!" he yells at nobody. Cassiopeia maybe. It's quiet and peaceful with the waves crashing and the few stars that he can see despite the bright lights of the city. He's pretty sure this is the same beach where Nate found him and talked to him about his torture. Kind of. Or about Kensi. Definitely.
A lot of good it did him, admitting to himself that he was in love with his partner. He still couldn't admit it to her, so what was the point in knowing it himself? He's pretty sure he called her a few minutes ago, but it could have been a figment of his imagination. Being extremely drunk and all. It would be rather embarrassing to fall asleep on the beach and get arrested for public intoxication. Funny, but embarrassing. That's probably why he called her. It's probably her standing behind him, burying her toes in the sand and looking at him disapprovingly.
"Deeks."
"Ahoy, me lady," he slurs, leaning his head back as far as he can. "I've sailed the seven seas, and you're the sleekest schooner I've ever sighted."
Kensi sits down in the sand with a huff. "You're not a pirate, Deeks."
Lifting his bottle in the air, he shouts, "But what about the rum?!"
She ruffles his hair, because she doesn't really know how to handle him in this situation. "Come on, I'll take you home."
"That's what I'm talking about." He forces himself to roll over in the sand, somehow, though he'll never know how he mustered the strength to do it. Now he's on his stomach and staring at her in the moonlight and she's so pretty, so very very pretty. "But I don't want to go home alone."
She sighs and smiles crookedly at him. "That's the rum talking."
He shakes his head emphatically and immediately regrets it. "No. No it's not that, well not only that, that would actually be really nice but I don't think that even I, master of the seven seas, could rock that boat tonight." Frowning, he drags himself until he's practically in her lap and flops over again, leaning his head against her chest. "It was a bad day. A really bad day."
"I know," Kensi answers. She ruffles his hair again, not because she doesn't know what to do, but because she knows exactly what to do. "You could have called earlier. Ya know, before you ended up here."
"But what fun would that be? Making good decisions. That's not fun." He's snuggling against her, she's not stopping him, and she's really comfortable to him.
"You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."
Deeks smiles and closes his eyes. The real ocean sounds are way more calming that the fake ones he listens to when he is stressed out. "You know what you just said," he says, yawning.
She snorts. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, hard on."
"Kens?"
"Uh huh."
"I don't think I can walk to the car. You're gonna have to carry me."
Kensi takes the bottle of rum from him and sets it in the sand next to her before wrapping both arms around his shoulders. "How about we just stay here for a little while then?"
Somehow he feels like his head is in the stars and his body is in the ocean but he's still never felt more grounded in his life. A hug is probably what he needed in the first place, not the booze. "Okay. I'd like that."