Kensi and Deeks' daughter asks Kensi about how they fell in love.
The third Saturday of every month was Girl's Day Out. Girls meaning just the two of them, Kensi and her now 13 year old daughter Morgan. No phones or electronic devices were allowed, as it was a time for just the two of them to spend time with each other since they didn't get much together anymore between work and school and Morgan's ever exciting social life.
"And then I caught him video-chatting with that skank. Ugh. Guys suck," Morgan vented in between licks on her ice cream cone.
"This is a good philosophy to have. You're too young to worry about boys anyway," Kensi responded. She, of course, had a double scoop cone.
"Whatever."
"I'm just saying."
Morgan rolled her eyes at her mother. "I'm going to be alone forever."
Kensi made a face in return. "You're thirteen. I don't even want to hear it. Besides, you have me."
"This. No. Not making me feel better, Mom." Morgan took a big bite of ice cream. "How did you do it?"
"What is 'it'?"
"Fall in love. With Daddy," Morgan answered.
Kensi shrugged. "It's complicated. Do you want the long story or the short story?"
"Short story please. I don't need a repeat of that show you watch on Nick at Nite, where the guy spends years telling his kids how he met their mother."
"That was a great show," Kensi argued. "Until the finale. I hate finales."
"Mom."
"Okay, okay. Well, we met at a gym, when he was still with the police department and we were both undercover and I thought he killed this guy-"
"No, not that story," Morgan interrupts. "Daddy told me that one. White shirt, red shorts, black socks and all that shit."
"Um, language much?"
"Whatever, you say shit all the time."
"Yeah, well, when you can say shit in at least four different languages, then you can say it whenever you want to." Kensi looked at her daughter and raised an eyebrow.
"Merde. Szar. Merda. Scheiße." Morgan smiled smugly, and her mother shook her head in disappointment.
"I'm going to have to have a talk with your uncles."
"Love story, Mom."
Kensi smiled wistfully, as those words brought her back to a long time ago when those two words made her heart flutter for the first time. "Right. Love story. Well, it wasn't fast by any means. If anything it was really slow, because we were just partners when we first got to know each other. And then we were friends. There was a time where neither one of us really knew what we were to each other. But I think we fell in love without even knowing it, and when we realized it, it was too late to stop it."
Morgan took a crunchy bite of her cone. "So, which one of you admitted it? Cause, hello stubborn people."
Looking down at her wedding set sparkling in the afternoon sun, Kensi remembered the day everything changed. "He did. Of course. We were so stupid, really, just pretending and making any excuse we could think of to not be happy. But one day, we both almost died. Together. And he said that he couldn't do it anymore. That if he only had one more day to live that he needed that day to be with me. So I tackled him and kissed the hell out of him. And that was it."
"That sounds like you guys, for sure."
"The tackling or the kissing?"
"Both. Thanks for sparing me from any sexy details by the way," Morgan said, tilting her head with a crooked smile. "I miss him."
Kensi nodded and smiled back, still looking at her rings. "Yeah. I miss him, too."
The end of this is whatever you want it to be. Don't assume the worst unless that's what you want it to be.