God, what is that awful sound?
Kensi pokes an eye open, peering her head over the side of the bed where her arm hangs off. That's when she realizes her fingers are wet. Why are her fingers wet?!
"What. The. Hell."
Two brown eyes gaze back at her and she groans aloud. Monty. Dammit. And the awful noise? Oh, that's just the sound of a mutt smacking his chops in between licking her hand to, presumably, wake her up. Gross.
"Ugh," she groans, wiping her hand on the white comforter draped across her bed. Well, it's her bed, but not her comforter. Deeks had insisted on giving her an organic pure wool comforter for her bed. Sure, it's nice, but it is just one more change she's had to adjust to in the last few months.
"Woof!"
"Really?"
Beep beep beep beep.
With a loud growl, Kensi pulls the comforter over her face and tries to ignore the sound of her alarm and the panting and whining from the dog. Hiding under the covers reveals another potentially irritating noise - the soft snort and whistle of her partner...boyfriend, of her boyfriend sleeping next to her. Usually his little sleep noises are actually soothing to her, but she must have literally woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning.
"Argh!" She throws the ridiculously fluffy comforter away from her face and grabs her phone, turning the alarm off. "Deeks! Time to get up."
He's still sleeping peacefully on his tummy, unaware of the grumpy beast he's sharing a bed with. Grumbling, she rolls over and props herself on her elbow, patting his back firmly. "Come on, get up. We're gonna be late."
"Nuh uh," Deeks responds, muffled by his pillow.
"Yes huh."
"We're not gonna be late," he murmurs sleepily. "The wedding isn't until 2:00."
"What the...what?" Obviously he's talking in his sleep. Even in her perturbed state, she can't help but find it pretty damn adorable.
"The wedding, we won't be late. And they can't start without us."
Kensi tilts her head, staring at his messy hair as she rubs his back. "Who's getting married?"
He smiles. "Us, silly."
All of the blood drains from her face and she feels a familiar panic coursing through her veins. He's just dreaming, he has no idea what he's saying...but even so, the thought of a wedding, their wedding, is terrifying to her. She's been there before, tried that, and has a poorly mended heart to show for it now.
He snuggles against his pillow, a smile still across his sleeping face. He looks so happy, and that makes her happy. But the voices in her head are waking up and starting to nag her...the dog, her bed, and work. Everything in her life is Deeks now. She blames Monty, and her alarm, and Deeks and his stupid dream for the words that are repeating over and over in her head.
This is happening too fast.