NCIS: LOS ANGELES…
HEAVEN WAS NEEDING A HERO…
PART 2...
DISCLAIMER:
NCIS: Los Angeles and the characters do not belong to me. The Gibbs team from NCIS will also be mentioned in this story; they do not belong to me either.
The song HEAVEN WAS Needing a Hero does not belong to me.
SUMMARY:
Kensi Blye agrees to ONE date with Marty Deeks, after the one date...things change between the two. Life couldn't get any better, until…
WARNING:
A Kleenex will be needed eventually.
CHAPTER 3: WHAT A WAY TO SPEND CHRISTMAS…
Since the decision to have another child was made on October 10th, Marty and Kensi had been trying.
They had not told anyone that they were trying to have another baby.
DECEMBER 20th…
This year, Kensi had not forgotten her tradition of visiting her dad's grave.
Though she did do one thing differently…
She invited Marty to come along with, and they took Matty with them. So, after breakfast, they had gone to visit the grave of Donald Blye.
DECEMBER 25th…
PACIFIC BEACH MEDICAL HOSPITAL…
THE PEDIATRICS FLOOR…
Just a few hours ago, Marty and Kensi had to bring Matty to the hospital…
Matty had vomited several times during the night, as well as diarrhea and a temperature.
So now Marty and Kensi stood beside their son and watched the doctors take care of him, both worried.
Marty and Kensi had volunteered at the Soup Kitchen last night, so they could spend the entire day with Matty.
They had already called, Julia and the team, who had planned to come over in the early afternoon for a Christmas party that was supposed to be held at the Deeks household today.
But those plans had been changed when Marty and Kensi took a sick Matty to the ER.
"What a way to spend Christmas…" Marty commented, and Kensi glared at him. "Do you think I wanted to spend Christmas Day here with our son sick in the hospital?" Kensi demanded.
"Calm down, Kens. I know that neither of us wanted Matty sick or in the hospital. I was just thinking of other people who have to spend their Christmas here...it's a terrible way to have to spend Christmas." Marty said, looking down at Matty, who was at the moment sleeping.
"I know...there used to be a time I couldn't stand Christmas…" Kensi admitted, and she did not have to elaborate for Marty to know what she was talking about.
'Because Donald Blye had died five days before Christmas and Jack had left her on Christmas Day.'
"So, what made you stop hating Christmas?" Marty asked, looking at her, but already knowing the answer. "You did not just seriously just ask me that…" Kensi said raising an eyebrow. "Think I did, Fern." Marty shot back.
"Our son is in the hospital sick, and you're joking about why I stopped hating Christmas?" Kensi asked.
"I wasn't trying to be funny. We both know now that Matty is going to be okay...So when did you stop hating Christmas?" Marty asked again, and Kensi seemed to hesitate before answering him.
"The year you took me to the Soup Kitchen for the first time, I think that I was the first year I didn't feel alone at Christmas," Kensi replied, before looking at Matty.
"You started liking Christmas again...because you spent that evening with me?" Marty inquired, trying to hide his surprise at what she had just said.
"Maybe…" Kensi said, refusing to admit to any more than that. "Maybe...Are you getting sentimental on me, Wifey?" Marty teased, and she glared at him again, before reaching over to pinch him.
"No…" Kensi denied. "I think you are, and it's okay with me. Everyone will still see the tough side of you, but I know the other side." Marty said, throwing an arm over her shoulders.
"If you ever mention this to the team or anyone...you will die." Kensi threatened only loud enough for Marty to hear.
"That's my girl...always threatening me. Kensi, you do know that with Matty having us as parents, he will be okay. He probably got most of his stubbornness from you anyway." Marty said, kissing her.
It was a while later that the doctor came in and Matty's temperature seemed to have gone down a little.