Prompt: I was just watching early seasons Densi and thinking about how cute Kensi is with Monty and was thinking about how much Deeks must've fell even more in love with Kensi after seeing her being so cute with his baby. So if you could write a little drabble of his inner thoughts while seeing her with Monty I think it would turn up really cute!
A/N: I wasn't sure if this was referencing a canon moment, but I decided to create my own. I also took this to mean early in the series, so it is set season 3ish. I hope you enjoy!
"I'm telling you, Kensalina, you watch Moulin Rouge and your life will never be the same," Deeks insisted as he unlocked his apartment door, a bag of takeout tucked under his arm. Kensi stood behind with their dessert.
"Yeah, that's what you said about Hello, Dolly! too. I had the lyrics to "Before the Parade Passes By" stuck in my head for a week," she replied grimly.
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Winking at her, he pushed the door open and they were immediately greeted by an enthusiastic Monty. He gave Deeks a greeting lick to the knee, moving past him to jump at Kensi.
"Monty, down," Deeks admonished softly and Monty immediately dropped down, looking suitably chastised. "Sorry, he usually has better manners than this, but I guess he's excited to see you."
"It's ok," Kensi said, stooping to rub the top of Monty's shaggy head. "I see you're in need of a haircut like your father." She looked up with a smug grin.
"Hey now, I've had no complaints from the ladies."
"Oh my god, ew." Kensi pulled a face as expected, still petting Monty, who'd rolled over on his stomach, his head lolling to the side with a look of absolute delight.
"Ok Mont, let Kensi get up."
Monty whined softly in protest, but got up and padded into the den where his bed sat next to the couch.
"That's the most energetic he's been in years," he commented, shaking his head.
While Kensi fixed dinner—dumped Chinese onto plates and grabbed beers from his fridge—Deeks dug out his copy of Moulin Rouge. When they were all settled in on the couch, Monty raised his head, sniffing hopefully in their direction.
"Uh-uh, buddy. Sorry, but you know the rules. You stay off the couch when guests are over," he told Monty, who dropped his head mournfully.
"Oh, I don't mind," Kensi said, holding her hand out to him. Monty gave Deeks a brief look, then immediately ran over to her, hopping up onto the couch between them,
"Alright then," Deeks muttered, starting the movie.
About an hour later, Kensi's eyes were glued to the screen as Christian and Satine's tragic love story unfolded, a mostly empty plate on one side of her lap and Monty's head on the other. Snuggled between them, Monty made the occasional sound of contentment as she stroked his head and back.
The other times Kensi had been over, Monty had been asleep or been too skittish to come out, so this was something of a revelation. Just like Deeks, Monty didn't always get the best treatment based on his looks. It made Deeks' heart swell a little bit to see Kensi love on him.
As he watched, Kensi bent down and kissed Monty's head, ruffling his hair as she lifted her head.
"What?" she asked; it hadn't even occurred to him to look away. Self-consciously, she wiped under her lip and glanced down at her shirt.
"Nothing. I just noticed you haven't complained about the movie once," he hedged. "You must like it."
"Well, Ewan McGregor is cute and "Come What May" isn't bad. The rest is a little weird though."
"Sounds like a ringing endorsement to me." Deeks grinned at her, and she rolled her eyes, reaching for another beer.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Deeks. Monty and I are withholding judgment for now," she said firmly.
Deeks chuckled to himself, not commenting on the way Kensi tugged Monty into her side.
His partner was an absolute softie. And god did he love that about her.