A/N: The show we're getting right now is slowly losing me as a fan…so let's fill that void with some smutty goodness. Hope y'all enjoy this new adventure!
"Riley, are you sure?" The brunette's voice is laced with concern as reaches down to tie one of her running shoes.
Grabbing her backpack off the table, the 12-year-old rolls her eyes. "Yes. Harper's dad is gonna pick me up and take us to Megan's."
"I don't even know this man." Kensi closes the distance between her and her girl, apprehension written across her face.
"Mama, I know. That's why he's coming here, so you can meet."
She's just about to say something more when there's a knock at the door. "That's him. I'm gonna go get the rest of my stuff."
The older brunette starts walking towards the front door rolling her eyes at the repeated knock. Goddamn, this man has his panties in a twist. She's just about to reach for the doorknob when…
"Oh, and, mom."
"Yeah?"
"Be nice."
"I'm always nice."
Riley gives her a stern look.
Okay, there was that one time with the dad a soccer practice and then another time with the secretary at school. "That was two times."
The young brunette shakes her head, turning to walk back towards her bedroom. "Uh-huh."
So her girl may be right, she's known to get into a little argument or two with people but she can't help it if people are ignorant sometimes. Taking a deep breath, she hopes with everything in her that Harper's dad is not gonna be one of those people. Slowly opening the door, she's met with a fist about to knock once more before he's pulling it back. Her eyes meet his and for the first time in a while, Kensi Marie Blye is left speechless.
"Kens?"
Shaking her head to get the fuzziness out, the brunette feels her heart pick up speed in a way it hasn't in a very long time. "Ma-Marty? What are you doing here?"
His knees…they're beginning to jellify. "I thought I was picking up Riley."
As if on cue, the 12-year-old walks up behind her mom. "Hey, Mr. Deeks."
"Hi, Riley."
"Mama, have you seen my cleats?"
"They're in the mud room." She responds to her mini-me, but her mismatched orbs don't stray away from the man standing on her porch.
The younger brunette walks back into the house in search of her shoes once again while the two adults try and get over this sudden surprise…this twice-in-a-blue-moon moment.
"So, you're Riley's mom."
"You're Harper's dad."
"Wow."
"Yeah."
Marty opens his mouth to ask the burning question that's been sitting on the tip of his tongue since she opened the door but just as the words are about to come out the smaller version of the woman standing in front of him steps out of the front door next to her mother. He doesn't know why he didn't see it before. In all honesty, she looks exactly like what he used to imagine their daughter would look like if they ever had one.
Feeling that a few more things need to be said, Kensi makes sure her daughter's backpack is zipped and places a kiss on the top of her head. "Baby, why don't you go get in the car, I need to speak to Mar-Mr. Deeks."
The 12-year-old eyes her mother and then the shaggy blonde suspiciously before walking out the door and taking off in a sprint toward the SUV.
"Bye, I love you."
"Love you, too."
"Oh, don't forget to tell Megan's mom-"
"That I'm allergic to peanuts. I know the drill."
"And your EpiPen-"
"Is in my backpack, just like always."
Kensi shakes her head unable to keep the smile from curling at the corner of her lips seeing Marty try to bite back his laughter. "You know they say it's the teen years that your kids start to resent you, I think mine's starting early."
"Yours, too, huh?"
"She scares me."
He can't fight the smile from spreading to his lips…she could always do that. Just standing in front of him she does that. His heart begins to ache at the feeling of something he held so extremely dear in his heart returning to him for a brief moment. "It's been a long time."
"20 years."
Silence fills the air around them and suddenly they're alone…back in that bar where they first met.
It's all but 5 minutes before a blaring horn pulls them out of their trance followed by Harper yelling at her dad. The defeat written across his face doesn't go unnoticed by Kensi she can't help but feel the same bubbling up within her.
"Listen, I gotta go but would you maybe wanna grab coffee sometime? Since our girls are friends and are probably gonna be spending a lot of time together, I think we have a lot to talk about."
She can feel her pulse quicken, so much so that it feels like her heart's about to beat right out of her chest. But there's so much going on in her head and heart right now that she's scrambling for something to say…some excuse. "Uh, ye-yeah. I-I'm about to go on a run, so not today, but soon. I'll check my schedule and let you know."
He nods his head in acceptance. His Kensi was always a little anxious in unexpected situations. "I'll hold you to it."
He nervously bites his lip as he takes a seat on the front step. Ever since he left her house he couldn't shake the feeling of needing to see her again. He couldn't wait for her to call him…he just couldn't. Once he dropped off the girls at Megan's house he made a b-line back to the brunette's. Now here he sits, waiting for her to return from her run…praying to the universe that this is his second chance, their second chance to say things they never got to those 20 years ago. So, he waits.
Just as she turns the corner, her house comes into view, and…there he is. The man that's been on her mind since he left her house an hour ago and if she's being honest with herself, the last 20 years. She thought going for a run would help clear her head or at least give her a chance to organize her thoughts like it usually does, but one glimpse of him on her porch sends those thoughts wild once more. "Hey. Is everything okay?"
"Not really, no."
Panic quickly sets in as she presses the stop button on her fitness watch. "Riley?'
"Oh, no. Sorry, I just-" He just what? Wanted to pour his heart out to her after not seeing her for so long? Tell her how much of an idiot he was to leave? Tell her he still loves her? He stands up, going out to reach for her but thinks better of it and pulls his hand back.
"What?" Her brow furrows in confusion, but the heat pooling low in her belly tells her she knows exactly why he's here.
"I'm not okay."
"You wanna come inside?"
"Sure."
As soon as they step inside she kicks off her running shoes, heading straight for the kitchen, at least in there she can keep herself busy while they talk. His eyes are watching her every move, she can feel it, she's always felt it, just like the night they first met. Things that have been locked away for years now are consuming her and she's not sure if she's strong enough to stop it. "What's going on?"
"There's a lot of things I never got to say to you after we broke up."
"We were young, it's no big deal."
"Don't."
Her brow furrows as she meets his cerulean blues across the island…those eyes, she could still drown in them and that's one of the things she's most afraid of. "Don't what?"
"Don't do that."
She shrugs, "not" following him.
"Don't act like the way we ended things didn't hurt."
"I'm not acting." She turns towards the sink, trying her best to keep the tears that are bubbling up at bay. This is not how she saw her night going.
"Kens."
And there it is, just the softness in his voice as he says her name, and her walls are tumbling. Turning back around to meet his eyes she gets honest with herself and him. "Okay, fine. Do I think about what would've happened if we hadn't had that big fight before you moved? Yes. Do I think about how you just walked away from me and I just let you? Yes. Do I think about how much I still love you? Every goddamn day. Then I see you for the first time in 20 years an hour ago and all those feelings are screaming at me now more than ever."
"I'm sorry I didn't fight for us. I will regret it for the rest of my life. You were everything to me, Kens…you still are." He begins walking around the island, closing the distance between them a little more. "And I know you have your life now, your daughter, and your husband."
"I-I don't."
"Don't, what?"
"Have a husband." A smirk plays at her lips because she knows he knows that, especially with the number of times she's caught him looking at her ring finger. "But you already knew that."
"You can never be too sure." He shrugs, innocently.
"What do you want from me, Marty?"
"I want you to talk to me."
"Is that not what we're doing?" She can feel everything bubbling up once again, the tears about to push their way through, and quickly turns back to the sink so he doesn't see. Looking out the kitchen window, the brunette has to let out a frustrated sigh. She's fought so hard to keep her emotions bottled up for so long not only for her sanity but for Riley.
She's so focused on trying to figure out what to do next that she doesn't feel him come up behind her until his arms are around her waist and his lips are on her neck…then comes the soft whisper of his words.
"How long has it been since someone's really touched you?"
To Be Continued…